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Headcanon/Drabble Asks / Headcanon/Drabble Asks Part 2
“I know I’ve been gone for a couple months, but I’m pretty sure it’s not possible I left you pregnant and now there’s a baby,” Eddie jokes when he walks into the house. “Unless there’s something I missed in sex ed.”
Steve rolls his eyes but leans in to kiss Eddie on the lips. Eddie is careful as he kisses back, not wanting to disrupt the sleeping baby in Steve’s arms.
“I’m doing Hop a favor. Newborn got dropped off at the station a couple weeks ago and the last placement didn’t work out,” Steve explains. “They think they have a family willing to take her soon.”
“Oh,” Eddie feels breathless suddenly. He’s taking in Steve holding a baby and suddenly he gets it. “You didn’t mention it on the phone.”
“Yeah, at first she was supposed to be gone before you got back.” Steve looks down at her, face going soft. Eddie melts. “But I figured it would be easier to update you in person.”
“What’s her name?” Eddie looks down and gently brushes the back of his finger against her cheek. Her nose scrunches and he quickly pulls away, not wanting to wake her up.
“Technically, she doesn’t have one. But I’ve been calling her Melanie. Mel for short.”
Steve’s attached. Eddie watches as he runs his hand over the top of her head. She doesn’t have much hair, but the light brown wisps are nearly identical to Steve’s own hair. She could probably be his if someone looked quick.
They didn’t plan on having kids for themselves. Steve decided when all was said and done with the Upside Down that he wasn’t sure he could ever bring kids into this world, and he knew Eddie wanted to travel with the band a lot. Adoption was out for them as long as places looked down on two guys living together and raising a kid. The plan was to be the cool uncles as all of the nuggets grew up and had some of their own, and that was fine with both of them.
But now, Eddie thinks they’ve both forgotten how good Steve is at this. How natural it comes to him to be a caretaker and protector, how much he loves being responsible for someone, how much he needs to be needed. Sure, there’s plenty of people who need him, especially Eddie, but this is different. This is a role that can only be filled like this.
“This family they found…” Eddie swallows. “They’re good people? They have what she needs?”
Steve looks up at him, tilting his head slightly to the side. “They seem nice. They have a son. He’s always wanted a sibling.”
“Oh.”
Steve leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “She’ll be loved and happy there. Hop and I wouldn’t let her go if not.”
“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “That’s good.”
Steve smiles at him and Eddie knows he can read every thought on his face.
“We can talk about it if you changed your mind,” he says quietly. “I’d like to talk about it again.”
“Okay. Yeah. We should,” Eddie feels like he’s going insane. “I know that’s not what our plan was-“
“When have we ever stuck to a plan before?”
Eddie laughs. Yeah. They haven’t done a lot of sticking to plans. Not since before they met, not when they were saving the world, and not since then, either.
“You look good like this, Harrington.”
Steve’s smile brightens. He looks down at the baby and then back up at Eddie.
“You will too, Munson.”
“You think so?” Eddie feels nerves settle in his stomach. He’s not sure he’s got the good parent gene in him. He’d never be like his own parents, but he isn’t sure if he could be good.
“Yeah. I think we’d be pretty good together. When we do it.”
“If we do it.”
Steve smirks. “When we do it.”
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It takes almost two years of trying to figure out different options and finally getting approved to adopt.
They wait another six months before a little girl comes to them.
Her name is Melody. They call her Mel.
She’s a very bubbly five year old, full of fire and a spirit that probably would be too much for any other set of parents in the world.
She loves to sit on Steve’s shoulders, even though she’s getting too big for it. She loves to sit on Eddie’s lap while he plays guitar, even though he struggles to play around her squirmy body.
They love her more than anything.
A small part of Eddie is pretty sure she was always part of the plan, even though they didn’t always know it.
Written for the August pop-up round of the @steddieholidaydrabbles
Prompt: Plan
Rated: E
Tags: Medieval AU; Conquerer Eddie; Slave Steve; Explicit sexual content; past Harringrove; Billy Hargrove being an asshole; Blood and violence; Steve Harrington whump; Non-con (mentioned); Dubious consent (actual)
Notes: Continued from here
The plan was to keep his distance.
Which may sound ridiculous, given his station in life, but Steve has become rather good at shutting off his emotions. He can writhe and roll his hips, can moan and whine and beg at the right spots, can spout the most obscene nonsense - all while his mind is somewhere far away. Floating weightlessly in a clear mountain lake, the cool water lapping at his naked skin. Strolling around the palace gardens in the sunset, smelling the flowers. Stepping over the bloody corpses of his enemies as he reclaims his throne.
“What's it like?”
Then again, he isn't used to random questions.
“Huh?” he asks, and tries to sit up. Kas, straddling the back of his legs, tuts and pushes him back down into the cot. He's much stronger than his lithe build suggests - all wiry muscles and fight-calloused hands. “I mean … Forgive me, I didn't catch that?”
Kas hums, and continues to apply the ointment the healer prescribed for Steve's wounds. They’re healing, but they still hurt. Steve’s fingers curl into the pillow as Kas focuses his attention on the nastiest one.
“The kingdom of Hawkins, sweetheart. Tell me more about the place I'm about to conquer.”
Steve rolls his eyes.
“It’s a beautiful nation,” he recites what his tutors have drilled into him since childhood. “Rich in history and natural treasures. Gold and other precious metals in the mountains to the north, and the freshest, cleanest water in the-”
“-river delta in the south,” Kas singsongs. “I know. It may be surprising to you, but I can read. What about its people? What do they like to eat? How do they pass their time after a long day out in the fields? What tales and songs do they pass around their hearths?”
“I-” Steve stammers. Shit, what kind of question is that? How is he supposed to know what the common people eat, or do with their time? “They are, um- … good people. Law-abiding and hard-working, and-”
“-and god-fearing and all of that shit.” Kas sighs. “What beautiful lines they’ve taught you.”
There’s a plop, like a bottle uncorking, and a moment later, those calloused hands are on Steve’s ass instead of his back, warm and slick with oil.
Steve moans and arches his back as well as he can in his current position, lying on his stomach with Kas’s weight pressing him down into the mattress.
“Beautiful sounds, too,” Kas rumbles. Steve can feel his cock filling out, pressing hard and insistent into the space between his thighs. “Tell me about the man who taught them to you, then. You must’ve spent a lot of time with him. Surely you’ll know more about him than about the common folk.”
Steve just barely manages to disguise the incoming groan under a needy whine.
“Let’s not talk about him now,” he begs, letting his voice drop to the low, sultry purr that always does its job. Kas swears and rocks his hips, and slips in two fingers at once to scissor him open. “Why think about him when you’ve got me here, ready to fulfil your every desire?”
Kas chuckles and curls his fingers. This time, the gasp that slips from Steve’s lips is not an act.
“My every desire? Someone is full of himself. I desire lots of things, big boy, and a great many of them lie outside this tent. Which is exactly why I want to know all you can tell me about the king of Hawkins. What kind of man is he? What does he love the most in life? What are his weaknesses? What was he hoping to accomplish by sending you to me?”
Steve thinks of the spies, disguised as travelling merchants and sellswords and cheap whores who have joined the approaching army over the last few days. Thinks of how he's supposed to sneak out - once Kas is well worn out from fucking him and fast asleep - to meet them. Thinks of all the beautiful false information he has spun in his own head, to make sure both sides suffer maximum damage.
He has just opened his mouth, words neatly arranged on his tongue, when the world tilts. When he manages to shake the vertigo and the confusion from his head, Kas is grinning up at him, dark curls fanning around his head on the pillows.
“Can't upset those wounds, can we? Not after I spent all that time patching you up.”
Steve thinks of the sounds of Hargrove's belt breaking his skin. Thinks of the sick glee in the man's voice as he told him to count the lashes out loud. Thinks of the perverse pleasure in his eyes as he took him on the floor after, each thrust tearing at the fresh wounds.
So you won't forget who you belong to, pretty boy.
“He's not a man,” he whispers, shifting his weight so that he can straddle Kas’s lap and sink down on his cock. “There's nothing human about him. He enjoys pain. He thrives on making people suffer. And I want him gone.”
Kas chuckles, but Steve doesn't miss the little hitch in his breath, or the way those hands tighten on his hips as he starts to rock himself.
“Better be careful what you wish for, honey. There's plenty of people who'd tell you that I, too, am a monster.”
It's true, Steve thinks. Someone sure is full of himself. After all, Hargrove being gone does not automatically mean that Kas will be in power.
Well, all the better.
Let them both revel in their delusions of grandeur. Let them use him and beat him and fuck him to their hearts’ content. He can take it. At this point, he knows his way around monsters better than he knows how to deal with humans.
And as far as monsters go, he'll take his chances with this one.
rated M | written for @steddiemicrofic august prompt: “hole” + 606 words | content: gore, injury, ambiguous ending
(happy birthday @griefabyss69 i promised you a fic by the 7th so please enjoy whatever the hell this is)
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“GodDAMMIT!” Steve howls as he kicks the carcass again. A demodog chased them through the woods then ten feet down, thrashing limbs and vicious snarls until Steve wrestled free and stabbed the thing in the head.
Now they’re caught in their own trap.
The walkie’s busted.
Eddie’s laugh sticks like cigarette tar in his lungs.
“Yeah, laugh it up,” Steve scowls, walking the perimeter, checking for holds. It’s hopeless. The stones are eroded silk-smooth under the muck, and the well’s too wide to shimmy up. Not that Eddie could. He’s pretty sure if he rolled his jeans up he’d find bone sticking through skin.
“Sorry.” Another wet laugh. His ribs are killing him. “We’re just…so fucked.”
“And that’s funny to you?”
“Nah, man, it really isn’t.” He’s laughing harder, though, uncontrollably, shaking his ruined rib. He can feel it hanging loose—an overripe banana broken off at the stem, dangling all stupid with its skin half-peeled. Jesus Christ. They’re gonna die in a fucking hole.
“We’re not gonna die, dude, calm down.”
“No?? You got a magic rope ladder up your ass or some shit?”
Steve smirks; drops down beside Eddie with his back against the wall. “…You okay?”
Not even close. His breath hitches, misses a step on the decaying staircase of his busted ribs. “I’m— kinda wrecked, but—” Oh, this is bad. He can’t tell Steve how bad this is. “Scale of one-to-bat-bites, I’m alright. You?”
“Feel like one big bruise, but other than that…” He tips his head toward the sky, the circle of gray gloom over the pit.
It’s not the worst place to die, Eddie thinks. At least there’s a hot guy he’s half in love with next to him. “You wanna jerk each other off?” he jokes, straining with the effort.
Steve doesn’t dignify that with a response, just rolls his head and drops his chin to give him a classically bitchy look. Pure Steve aimed at him like a laser.
“…Fuck, you’re hot.”
“Quit screwing around.”
“I’m not.”
Gravity shifts for a second. Then Steve rolls his eyes, the corner of his mouth ticking up, face twisting in pain as he pushes into a crouch.
Eddie lets his eyes drift shut—not sleeping, just resting, just for a minute. “Whatcha doin’?” he slurs, trying to guess based on the rustle of fabric, the squelch of rotten leaves.
“Looking for a— no, no, no, hey!” Steve’s above him suddenly, straddling his thighs, tapping his cheek with the tips of his fingers. “Don’t you dare pass out on me.”
Eddie smiles. Bucks his hips. Everything hurts.
“Jesus Christ,” Steve huffs. “Stop moving, you horny little jackass.”
Eddie moves his hands to Steve’s hips and squeezes.
Steve’s breath wobbles. “Seriously, man, c’mon. Let me make sure you’re not gonna bleed out first.”
“Fine,” Eddie sighs. “Be boring.” He drops his hands; lets Steve manhandle him.
Steve pulls a roll of gauze from his pocket, sits him up and mutters ‘this is gonna hurt, I’m sorry’ and hoooooly shit, it does. Scale of one-to-bat-bites, Eddie might take the human bat buffet again. He whimpers while Steve gets his rib as relocated as it’s getting without a hospital visit—never mind that no one’s set to take over this patrol for hours, so they’re definitely gonna die first. Whatever. Sweet that Steve cares.
“There,” Steve smiles when he’s finished. There’s demo blood on his canine. Eddie wants to lick it off.
“Good job,” he praises; means it. In an alternate reality he would have made a great field medic.
“Hey.” Steve lets his weight fall heavy in Eddie’s lap, zippers touching. “Don’t die on me just yet.”
He is spread-eagled on a cot, with his face stuck in a hole, all while the Adonis in tennis shorts who introduced himself as Steve kneads muscle knots he didn’t even knew he had into oblivion with his stupidly large hands.
“Wow,” says Steve, pressing under Eddie’s shoulder blade until something pops. “The label was right. It was high time you did something about this.”
“Hrrrrrgh,” Eddie replies.
Steve chuckles. “Okay, turn around.”
Eddie does. Briefly wonders how ridiculous exactly he looks. His bun has come loose, and there's probably a perfectly circlical pressure mark surrounding his face.
Steve does something to his arm.
Eddie has no idea what exactly. Eddie didn't even know there was something wrong with his arm.
All Eddie knows is that he makes a sound that has absolutely no place in a physiotherapy session.
“Um,” he says, startled. “Sorry. That was... uh.”
“Don't worry.” Steve winks at him. “I get it all the time. Now, get down on the floor. I'll show you some exercises you can do at home.”
This physio thing must be working after all, because Eddie has never dropped to his knees so fast in his life.
Listen I'm not saying I moaned like a slut while getting a massage last week but write what you know about and all that.
It's time for another Steddie holiday drabble pop up event!
You can write about a plan gone awry, coasting through life, sticking to a plan, riding a roller coaster, or any other way you want to perceive the prompts! Remember that for the pop up events this year, at least one of the prompt words must be included in the drabble somewhere. Other tenses of the words will be accepted (ex: planned, coaster, plot).
All drabbles should be between 300-1000 words. I will be using wordcounter.net to check them all before reblogging!
Please tag this blog @steddieholidaydrabbles when you post. You can also follow the tag 'steddie holiday drabbles' to keep up with posts.
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Please submit your post by 11:59 PM EST on August 7th.
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AO3 | rating: m | wc: 202 | cw: implied sexual content |@steddiemicrofic august 2026: hole | tags: pre-relationship; steve is helping eddie pack and finds his sex toys; steve just wants to know how it feels to be fucked in the ass; no angst, very lighthearted | gen masterlist
"So, you just…" Steve gestures aimlessly between them, "put it in? The hole?"
Eddie's doing his best not to combust on the spot, or laugh, or cry, or any number of other things at the fact that right now, Steve Harrington is standing in Eddie's messy ass bedroom holding, unashamedly, a massive dildo.
The very dildo Eddie uses nearly every night to fuck himself dumb…
…while wishing it was Steve's cock inside of him, filling him up completely.
"Eddie?"
Shit.
"Uh, yeah." Eddie clears his throat.
Steve stares at him for approximately six seconds, unblinking. "And it feels…good?"
"Mhm."
Christ.
"Okay." Steve nods slowly, looks between the dildo and Eddie. "Can you show me?"
"What?" Eddie chokes out. "Excuse me?"
"Eddie." Steve whines, uses his dumb fucking puppy dog eyes and pout that always makes Eddie weak in the fucking knees. "I wanna know."
"Steve." Eddie stresses, still stepping forward for some reason. "You know which hole it goes in?"
Steve scoffs. "Yes, Eddie. Clearly."
"And you want me," Eddie points at himself, "to put that," at the dildo, "in your," at Steve, "ass?"
"No." Steve stares Eddie right in the fucking eye and smirks. "I want your dick in my ass."
rated e | 606 words | no cw | tags: established relationship, anal sex, first time bottoming, bottom steve, top eddie
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Eddie's never been much for topping before. Call him lazy, call him a pillow princess, call him a size queen. He doesn't really care.
He knows what he likes and he likes getting railed within an inch of his life. He likes when someone he barely knows pushes his face into the pillow and doesn't even touch his dick. He really likes when someone takes more than he's ready to give, leaving him with an ache that doesn't go away for days.
Steve wants to get fucked, though. He's desperate for it in a way Eddie can relate to, but Eddie's had plenty of dicks in his ass. Steve's never been able to experiment before they got together. Never even had toys. Never even a finger.
His hole flutters around nothing, trying to clench around three fingers that aren't inside him anymore. Eddie gulps as he watches.
"Everything okay?" Steve asks, turning his head to the side so he can try to see if Eddie's run away or what he's doing. "I feel pretty stretched. I think I'm ready."
He takes it so good. Eddie's actually a little jealous. It's like he was made to be fucked.
"Eddie?"
"Sorry," Eddie swallows and blinks, trying to focus back on his task. He knows what he's doing. He's fucked men before, of course. It's just that this is Steve and it's his first time with anything inside him, and he's kind of in love with the guy. He doesn't want to disappoint him. "Can you pass me the condom?"
Steve awkwardly passes it back before he crosses his arms under his head and shifts his ass up more. He looks fucking good like this. Eddie did not expect to be quite this into fucking Steve.
"You sure you're good?" Eddie asks as he spreads more lube over his hole. There's really no such thing as too much for someone's first time, but it's making a mess, dripping onto the sheets under them. The clean up is gonna be a lot.
"I'm good." Steve sighs and Eddie can see the hint of a smile curling up the corner of his mouth. "I want you."
Eddie melts. "I want you, too."
He's slow as he pushes inside, probably slower than he really needs to be. Steve doesn't even tense up. He doesn't make a sound.
When he's all the way inside him, Eddie rubs his back, slow circles. Like how Steve does it for him every time they're like this, when he's about to fuck him until he can't feel his legs, and when he's going to take his time. A touch of softness and comfort always, no matter what they're going to do after it passes.
"You feel so big," Steve finally says around a moan.
"I can't tell if that's a compliment or an insult." Eddie's laugh ends in a moan when Steve clenches around him. "I'm pretty average. You've just never had anything inside you before. Anything feels big."
"Maybe," Steve pushes back against him, silently asking for him to start moving. It's something Eddie does, too. "Feels perfect."
Eddie prefers bottoming, but he loves the way Steve's body finds a rhythm with his as he fucks into him faster and harder. Eddie prefers bottoming, but he comes at the sight of Steve biting his own arm when he spills against the sheets without touching his dick at all.
Eddie preferred bottoming, but he won't mind this sometimes. Eddie preferred bottoming, but looking down at how Steve takes him, how Steve tightens around him, is beautiful in its own way.
rated e | 202 words | no cw | tags: alternating pov (each of them are 101 words because i am ridiculous), glory hole, sex worker eddie, secret identity or so they each think, blowjob
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He keeps coming because he knows who is on the other side of the wall. He comes back every Friday so he can hear his voice, so he can know the warmth of his tongue, so he has his touch for as long as possible.
Eddie doesn't know it's him, doesn't realize Steve's the guy he calls his hung hero. It's a silly name that makes them both laugh. Steve loves his laugh. He wishes he could see the way his face scrunches up and his smile takes over.
Steve doesn't know how to tell him. He's not sure he will.
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He always smells good, tastes good too. Like someone who knows what fruit is and uses expensive body wash. It's rare in Eddie's line of work.
He figured out it was Steve months ago. One barely-there moan of Eddie's name was all it took for him to know. He didn't need to see his face through the hole in the wall.
He likes how it is right now. He likes that Steve lets him take his time, likes that he can trust him enough to forgo the condom and swallow his cum every time.
We're still reeling from our 3 year anniversary last month! To continue the celebration a little, we want to do a little flashback to our most popular prompt word we've ever had: hole.
This word was originally a prompt in 2024 and for reasons unknown (we know), it is still the most popular prompt we've had to date. Everyone was very creative the first time around. Are they digging a hole? Climbing out of a hole? Getting a hole in one? Using a hole...😏? It's up to you all over again!
Your submission must be 202 or 606 words exactly when copied and pasted into wordcounter.net, we’ll comment a ‘🥧’ emoji when it’s been checked and queued, and all submissions are due by 11:59 PM ET on August 30th to be reblogged. Check the pinned post for all other rules and FAQs.
Once it's been reblogged, you can add to the AO3 collection for this month here.
We hope you enjoyed our month of celebration in July, so let's keep it going this month! - Lex and Mickala 🫶
There were 158 unique submissions during our third year. We averaged 5.09 entries per day. Be sure to check out the full masterlist to see all the entries you may have missed!
First up, the most important stat:
What Is Freak's Name?:
For the third year in a row, the leader was Not in Work.
But for an actual name, Frank/Frankie has came out as the winner for the second year in a row. Frank/Frankie was used in 22 entries with 14% of the total entries having used that name for our dearest Freak.
Ratings of Works:
The teen rating was again vastly more popular than any other rating for this event.
POV of Works:
The most popular point of view for the 3rd year in a row was Eddie, and 54 works came from his perspective. Jeff point of views increased this year, moving from 5.6% of fics last year to 14.1% this year. While Gareth declined by nearly half. Going from 12.8% last year to 6.4% this year.
Entries By User:
We had 13 unique participants over this year's event! That was down from last year's 15, which was also down from our first event, which had 24! But it was exciting to see new people join us this year — welcome!
There were 3 users that submitted for each day of the month-long event: @steddieas-shegoes, @glassbxttless & @thisapplepielife. 🎉
@thisapplepielife, @steddieas-shegoes, @jo-harrington, @dreamwatch, @mrsjellymunson & @alicetallula have now all submitted entries during each of our 3 annual events!⭐
Type Of Entry:
Again this year, for type of entry, fics were far and away the most submitted type. The average word count for the fics submitted was 877.
Entries By Week:
Week #2 once again drew the highest number of entries, but this year Week #1 actually comes out ahead with an average of 5.5 submissions per day, when averaged out since it only covered four days.
Our most popular prompt was a tie between Crop Top and Answering Machine, with each one receiving 7 entries.
Total entries were down 13.8% from last year's event, and 42.33% from our first year.
Wanna compare these stats to our previous events? Here they are: 2024 and 2025.
Main Relationship:
The frontrunner for this event was Eddie/Steve with 70 entries. General and Eddie/Reader were neck-in-neck behind it.
And that's a wrap on the third annual Corroded Coffin Fest! Be sure to check out the big masterlist to see all the entries!
As always everything for EVERY event we've had can be found in the big spreadsheet. Check it out and catch up on works you may have missed!
And of course, I invite you all to meet back here for our August pop-up event which will be posted soon.
Our final week! You all did so great during this entire event, and I appreciate your participation so much! During this third week we covered 6 prompts, and there were 31 total entries: 30 Fics Written, 1 Piece of Art & 0 Other Works.
Color-Coded Ratings Key: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit, Not Rated.
Day Twenty-Six: Mohawk
is that the right door? by @lydjah | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: sex | POV: Steve | Pairing(s): Steddie | Tags: Timeloops and timeline hopping, happy (?) ending, are you ever really free of the timeloop? you decide, falling in love through every timeline
Preferably For Real by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Hair Pulling, Referenced Erectile Dysfunction | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, 1990s, Fuck Buddies, Lack of Communication, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love
You Sweet Stupid Bastard by @glassbxttless | Word Count: 948 | Rating: Not Rated | CW: None | Pairing: eddie munson x bats (fem!reader) | Tags: Gareth invites the girls over for a sleepover.
I'm never alone (I'm alone all the time) by @shelleyminx | Word Count: 998 | Rating: G | CW: grieving, language, slight drug use, drinking | POV: Jeff | Pairing(s): Jeff & Lucas Sinclair, Corroded Coffin & Lucas, Mike, Dustin, Will | Tags: canon compliant, set in between s4 and s5, they miss Eddie, a bit of a character study on Lucas Sinclair
the dog is one thing by @steddieas-shegoes | Word Count: 609 | Rating: G | CW: None | Pairing: Jeff/Frankie (Unnamed Freak) | Tags: established jeff/frankie (unnamed freak), domestic fluff/slice of life, banter
Day 12 : Mohawk + Day 26 : Mullet - Mungrove - 30.07.2026 by @alicetallula | Medium: Art | Details: Done using ink pens, alcohol markers and Photoshop for the bokeh effects, Eddie's tattoo and the jewelry
Day Twenty-Seven: Casey's Top 40 Countdown
LOCAL BAND AND RADIO HOSTS MAKE (AIR) WAVES IN CALIFORNIA: Corroded Coffin Interviewed by Hollywood Legend Casey Kasem of Top 40 Countdown Fame by @literatiruinedme | Word Count: 920 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Steve | Pairing(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Corroded Coffin | Tags: post s5, corroded coffin make it big
stevie h by @steddieas-shegoes | Word Count: 980 | Rating: M | CW: implied/referenced sexual content | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: famous corroded coffin, pop star steve, enemies to lovers steddie
On The Same Page by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, But Suffers The Indignity of Having A Crush, Oblivious Steve, Mixtape, Mutual Pining
Gareth The Attack Dog by @glassbxttless | Word Count: 947 | Rating: Not Rated | CW: The host is a creep. | Pairing: eddie munson x bats (fem!reader) | Tags: The Corroded Coffin guys are doing a recorded interview for a radio show.
do you copy? by @lydjah | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Jeff | Pairing(s): implied ronance, implied steddie (mutual pining/future, or brand new fresh during the events of Spring Break ‘86 - you decide) | Tags: Lost in the Upside Down, communicating via the radio, not actually dead Eddie
Day Twenty-Eight: ALF
Master of Puppets by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Lingering Injuries | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Established Steddie, Caretaker Steve, The Things You Do For Love
meet alf by @steddieas-shegoes | Word Count: 973 | Rating: T | CW: none | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: accidental cat acquisition, established steddie, eddie is a sweetheart (and so is steve)
That's Me by @glassbxttless | Word Count: 533 | Rating: Not Rated | CW: bats is pregnant with roan, swearing, mentions of cocaine and blowjobs | Pairing: eddie munson x bats (fem!reader) | Tags: Gareth is feeling some type of way about his dating life.
secrets by @lydjah | Word Count: 998 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): established but secret steddie | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, everyone has an embarrassing skeleton in their closet
Day Twenty-Nine: "Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun!"
you hate me… by @lydjah | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: language, implied cheating (not steddie) | POV: Steve | Pairing(s): Steddie | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Popstar Steve Harrington, enemies to lovers, AU – no Upside Down, fuck that guy to i’m going to fuck that guy
doubled up by @steddieas-shegoes | Word Count: 971 | Rating: T | CW: none | Pairing: Steddie, Steve/Eddie/Jeff | Tags: established steddie, threesome, steve/eddie/jeff, bottom eddie, dom/sub undertones, double anal penetration
Doubled. by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sex, Bondage, Double Penetration, Dom/Sub Vibes | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Established Steddie, Steve Was a Boy Scout, That Comes in Handy These Days
Double the Trouble by @glassbxttless | Word Count: 748 | Rating: Not Rated | CW: (spoiler) bats is pregnant again! | Pairing: eddie munson x bats (fem!reader) | Tags: The Corroded Coffin boys discover the reason why Eddie is acting so weird.
Day Thirty: Doc Martens
before i go insane by @literatiruinedme | Word Count: 999 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Steve | Pairing(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Corroded Coffin | Tags: Veterinary Medicine, Veterinarian Steve Harrington, Veterinarian Eddie Munson
ccf 2026: day 30 - doc martens by @hullomoon | Word Count: 826 | Rating: E | CW: None | POV: Jeff | Pairing(s): Jeff/Les (Unnamed Freak) | Tags: BDSM, Dom Jeff, Sub Les, Boot Humping, Light Verbal Humiliation
steve's bar by @steddieas-shegoes | Word Count: 828 | Rating: T | CW: implied sexual content | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: bartender steve, strangers to lovers, steddie getting together, corroded coffin
…but you fuck her… by @lydjah | Word Count: 999 | Rating: M | CW: oral sex, PR relationship | POV: Steve | Pairing(s): Steddie | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Popstar Steve Harrington, enemies to lovers, AU – no Upside Down, fuck that guy to i’m going to fuck that guy, angst, mutual pining
The Mimic by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Temporary Character Death, Monster!Eddie, Illusions to Suicidal Ideation | POV: Steve | Pairing: Pre-Steddie | Tags: S5 Canon Divergence, Came Back Wrong, Steve Finds More Than He Bargained For During The Final Battle
The GAP by @glassbxttless | Word Count: 799 | Rating: Not Rated | CW: dustin is in this one! briefly anyway | Pairing: eddie munson x bats (fem!reader) | Tags: Bats got a job.
Day Thirty-One: Phone Book
ccf 2026: day 31 - phone book by @hullomoon | Word Count: 698 | Rating: G | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Steve/Eddie | Tags: Meet Cute (Sort of)
...and say my name by @lydjah | Word Count: 998 | Rating: M | CW: sex | POV: Steve | Pairing(s): Steddie | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Popstar Steve Harrington, AU – no Upside Down, angst, mutual pining, happy ending
A Full Teardown by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Pre-Steddie | Tags: AU, First Meeting, Criminal Eddie Munson, Disappearer Steve Harrington, On The Run
friends forever by @steddieas-shegoes | Word Count: 980 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: post-vecna, future fic, drifting apart, background steddie, second chance friendship
Corroded Coffin Fest 2026 - Day 31 - Phone Book by @jo-harrington | Word Count: 982 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Angst, Hurt-ish/Comfort-ish, Friendship, Hope, Established/Off-Screen Relationship, Cliffhanger
Father Failure by @glassbxttless | Word Count: 933 | Rating: Not Rated | CW: nostalgia lmao | Pairing: eddie munson x bats (fem!reader) | Tags: The girls wanna call Grandma, but don’t know her number. It’s also 2009 and neither of them have ever seen a phone book.
Prompt #31- Phone Book | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Pre-Steddie | Tags: AU, First Meeting, Criminal Eddie Munson, Disappearer Steve Harrington, On The Run
The building is inconspicuous.
Eddie is sweaty, and a bundle of nerves when he walks through the door, bell jangling.
He never should have allowed himself to turn out like his dad. The one thing he swore he'd never do. But life happens, and now he's forty-five, and needs to disappear before he winds up in prison, or even more likely, dead.
Fuck.
"Welcome to King Auto," the bored voice behind the counter calls out, not even looking up.
Eddie runs over the script in his head one more time, then says, "Hello. I need a full teardown on my Escape. Could you help me with that?"
The guy looks up, giving Eddie the once over, crossing his arms against his chest. He's about Eddie's age, but looks much more put together. Eddie's sure he didn't get the passphrase exactly right. But it had to be close. Real fucking close.
The guy pulls a thick parts catalog towards him that puts the yellow pages to shame. He starts flipping through the thin sheets.
"Where'd you hear about us? The phone book?"
"A friend. A friend recommended you," Eddie says, and that's not wholly true. Eddie heard one of their contacts running his mouth about this place, and the kind of disappearing they can provide.
The guy is wearing a uniform shirt, but it's pristine. Not a spot of grease anywhere on it to be found. Eddie's definitely in the right place. The patch over his breast pocket says Steve.
"You're Stephen King?"
"I didn't say that," Steve says. "Your car? What year?"
Eddie's thrown. Are they actually talking about a car? A car that doesn't exist?
"Um, I just. I need a teardown. On my Escape. Can you help me with that?"
Steve stares at him.
Eddie leans forward, gripping the counter, "Look. I'm ninety-six percent sure you're the guy. You are the guy, right? For full teardowns?"
Steve continues to stare at him.
"On my…" Eddie says, and Escape isn't right. That's the word he has wrong. He runs through car models in his head, and he knows it's a pun. Escape makes the most sense. "Horizon?"
Steve doesn't react.
"Not Horizon," Eddie says, "Sprint?"
Not Sprint.
Eddie jams his finger into the counter, "Escort! I need a full teardown on my Escort. Can you help me with that?"
"Sure. A full teardown starts at fifty."
Eddie feels his stomach drop, "Thousand?"
The guy nods.
"Oh, okay," Eddie says, laughing. A little hysterically. "I'm in over my head. As always. I'm always in over my head. Just being here needing your services is proof of that."
He's rambling, but he can't stop it. He's about to have a panic attack. If he can't disappear, well, then he's well and truly fucked. He has twenty thousand. Maybe twenty-five if the guy isn't picky about demanding cash only. But that's it. And that's a long way from fifty.
He's so fucked.
Goddamnit.
Fucking hell.
"Thanks anyway," Eddie says, and wheels around, stomping back towards the door. He's gotta run. The deal went south, and he doesn't want to end up in a shallow unmarked grave.
His hand hits the door handle, when the guy calls out, "How much you got?"
"Twenty. Twenty-five, maybe," Eddie says, knowing now that will barely get him a bus ticket under a fake name. Let alone a full identity change.
"I'm bored," the guy says, "I'll do it for twenty."
And Eddie sags with relief.
"Deal."
"The pickup happens once. There's no do-over. You miss it, you're screwed and I keep the money. Got it?"
Eddie nods, frantically. Deal.
Eddie scans the cars passing along the highway. He's looking for a blue and white Chevy. There's a shitty one crawling along, and Eddie straightens. But it doesn't even slow.
Then, he sees it. An eighties model, fucking gleaming in the sunlight. Fully restored.
That's it. That's the one.
And when it slows, Eddie can see Steve in the driver's seat, and Eddie hops in, throwing his duffle bag into the bed of the truck.
Eddie doesn't know where he's going, doesn't know what name he'll have next, he's just along for the ride. And as long as Steve keeps him alive, he doesn't much care.
They travel in silence, which is hard for Eddie. Obviously.
He wants to talk. That's how he got into this mess in the first place. By running his big mouth to the wrong people.
"We've got a tail," Steve says, and when Eddie moves to whip his head around, Steve's hand lands on his thigh, squeezing, "Don't look."
"What do we do now?" Eddie asks, panicked.
"I got off-ramps. Don't worry."
Of course Eddie's gonna worry.
They pull into a roadside motel, a real fucking dump.
"Get out. Get your bag. Room 4. Try to look normal," Steve says, hopping out, leaving Eddie to follow him.
Eddie does as he's told, and they walk straight into the bathroom, where Steve's already shimming open the window. He crawls through, Eddie follows. There's a maroon BMW sitting in the alley, and they climb in.
Steve has a wig for each of them. Long, blonde. Eddie doesn't ask questions, he puts it on his head.
And then they're off again.
Eddie doesn't know if they've lost their tail or not, but he doesn't remove the wig until Steve does, several miles down the road.
"I was gonna put you on that bus," Steve says, as they drive right by a bus station, "but I don't think that's the move today. Feels off."
Fuck yes this feels off.
Eddie nods, quick, jerky movements. Eddie doesn't want to do anything alone if he doesn't have to. Keeping Steve around longer? That's no hardship.
"Anything you say."
Steve nods.
"You may have blown up my whole operation."
Eddie hangs his head. "Sorry."
Steve just shrugs, "I always travel with my own papers. Looks like you're stuck with me for a while."
Eddie isn't upset by the prospect.
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Notes: Definitely inspired by Ed the Disappearer from the Breaking Bad Universe.
July Prompt: Steady | Word Count: 666 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Period Typical Internalized Homophobia | POV: Eddie | Tags: Post S4, Not-So-Secret Relationship, They Can't Both Be Runners, Good Uncle Wayne, Boys in Love
"Ahem."
Eddie pulls back, lips leaving Steve's, his tongue back in his own mouth. Steve's tense. So, Eddie slides his hand down Steve's forearm. Squeezing. Trying to stop him from fleeing.
It doesn't work.
Steve darts off the couch, right past Wayne, and down the dirt road to where he'd left his car parked. Eddie's isn't sure this level of subterfuge is required.
Eddie's the runner in any other situation, but with this? Steve's fucking goosey, no matter how much Eddie's reassured him that it's all good.
"Did you really have to do that?" Eddie asks, giving Wayne a staredown.
"Have you asked him to go steady yet?" Wayne counters, and Eddie rolls his eyes.
"Nobody asks anybody to go steady. Do you see us at a malt shop? I sure as shit don't," Eddie says, standing at the screen door. He should be able to see Steve kick up dust as he leaves Forest Hills like a bat out of hell.
Sure enough, he catches the glow of his taillights as he bails, turning and gunning it onto the pavement.
Eddie sighs.
"You don't have to keep scaring him off, you know?" Eddie says.
"I keep thinking eventually he won't be so dang scared of his own shadow," Wayne counters, and it's so absurd. Steve Harrington is the bravest person Eddie knows. About everything.
Except this.
Eddie's pretty sure Steve's parents did a number on him, and Steve's just freaked out. About the prospect of being outed, or maybe of even being involved with another guy at all.
"Maybe he's not on the same page," Wayne says, and Eddie would love to say he's never thought that himself, but that'd be a lie. He does worry about that, even if when he's with Steve he doesn't feel anything other than adored.
Loved.
He feels loved.
He's just gotta feel that love very deep in the closet. It's not that Eddie wants to go parading around town, he doesn't, he's no fucking fool. But he would like to hang out in his own home without Steve turning tail every time Wayne gets within fifty feet of them.
Wayne knows. Steve knows that Wayne knows.
And he still flees.
It's rough.
Eddie hears the tapping on his window, and while it could be a murderer. He knows it's Steve. And when the glass is pushed up, Eddie makes room, scooting over.
"Welcome back," Eddie says, voice thick with sleep.
Steve laughs, "Sorry. I panicked."
Obviously.
Steve sheds his clothes, and climbs in next to Eddie, burrowing close.
"Wayne knows. There's no reason to bail out like your ass is on fire. He knows. You running doesn't make him know any less."
Steve chuckles, pressing his lips to Eddie's shoulder. "I know. It's knee-jerk. I can't help it. If it was my dad, I'd need a head start."
Eddie pulls Steve closer, "Wayne's not your dad. He asked if I've asked you to go steady yet."
Steve giggles, burying his face into Eddie's neck.
"You haven't. You haven't offered me your class ring or your letterman jacket. Nothing. Bupkis."
Eddie grins in the darkness, "Well, I have neither."
"I have both," Steve says. "Want me to ask you? Make it official?"
Eddie wants to say no, wants to act above it, but, well. This is Steve Harrington.
"About time," Eddie teases, and Steve slings his leg over Eddie's thighs.
"You wanna go steady? Be my boyfriend?"
Eddie's pretty sure he's been Steve's boyfriend for a long fucking time now. But, still.
"Yes," Eddie says, "You want to meet my Uncle for breakfast?"
Steve nods, and Eddie knows this is progress.
And in the morning, sitting on the couch, Wayne only gives him a little grief.
"It's nice to see the front side of ya for once, kid," Wayne says, handing Steve a plate, making him blush a pretty shade of pink that Eddie will work to deepen later.
Steve smiles, more at ease, "Thanks for being so cool."
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for @corrodedcoffinfest day 31 prompt 'phone book'
ANOTHER YEAR DOWN FOR THIS EVENT! this event is always so much fun. i often try to make things harder for myself by adding in new challenges and this year was to involve jeff in some way in all of the posts i made. AND I SUCCEEDED. i hope everyone's enjoyed this event as much as i have!
rated t | 980 words | no cw | tags: post-vecna, future fic, drifting apart, background steddie, second chance friendship
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It’s been nearly a decade. He never thought they’d fall out of touch quite like this, but the situation couldn’t be helped.
Eddie had to go on the run. Gareth’s mom made them flee town. Frankie left for college a year early to avoid being locked down. Jeff was stuck in Hawkins.
At first, they all spoke on the phone. It took a while for Eddie to get somewhere safe enough that he could call, but he did. Steve made sure of that.
For a year, they rotated who he would call, which days and times, never creating a pattern that could be tracked. Jeff didn’t understand everything, but he knew it had to be like this. Eddie never would go through all this trouble if it wasn’t necessary.
After a year or so, the calls were less often. Steve even called once instead, saying that Eddie is fine, but he would be unable to call for a bit. And then a month later, he called and they talked like no time had passed and nothing was wrong.
But that started happening more often. Steve would call sometimes, sounding a bit sad, a bit lonely. Jeff would talk to him for a bit, get updates on things. Steve never gave much information, and never disclosed anything that would tell him where they were. He’s still not even completely sure Steve is with Eddie.
Frankie and Gareth stop getting calls completely, but it doesn’t seem to bother them as much. Maybe they’re just more understanding that the circumstances sucked and friends from high school often grow up and grow apart. Jeff was always closest to Eddie, anyway.
Months pass with no word. A year. Two. Five. And now he’s at ten years without a word from Eddie directly.
He’s heard from Steve occasionally. Heard a few times from Dustin. He even got invited to Mike’s wedding a few years ago. He went because he thought Eddie would be there.
He wasn’t.
No one even mentioned him.
He flips through the Indiana state phone book. It came yesterday. It’s a ritual now. New phone book, new chance that he might recognize a name and be able to be the one to reach out.
Every six months he does this. Every six months he’s disappointed.
It’s not that he doesn’t try to get more information from Steve when he does call. He tries to be subtle. One time he asked outright for a good number to call back if they got disconnected and Steve just laughed and said “good try.”
He looks for Steve’s name first because it’s the most obvious. He’s never been the one on the run.
He’s never there and he isn’t this time either.
He tries for any variation of Eddie’s first or last name he can think of. Not there either.
Just for shits and giggles, he flips through the businesses. Some of them have funny names so it’s at least entertaining even when it never leads him to the person he hopes for.
He’s pretty sure they aren’t even in Indiana anymore. He doesn’t know why he bothers.
The phone rings.
“Did you see it?” Steve asks.
Jeff’s heart stops. “See what?”
“Keep looking.”
Steve hangs up. Jeff hates this. He keeps flipping through the phone book, more confused and irritated than ever. Steve sometimes treats this like it’s not a big deal, like Jeff didn’t lose his best friend years ago and has had to live with the constant unknowns. Maybe Steve just assumes Jeff would have moved on years ago. That’s gotta be what Eddie thinks.
There’s a page of ads in the middle, full color. The only page in full color in the entire thing.
HVAC. Community college. Car wash. Diner.
Guitar lessons.
Jeff pauses. The font is similar enough to the Corroded Coffin poster and shirts Eddie designed so long ago that it can’t possibly be a coincidence.
E.M. Wayne. Professional studio guitarist experience. Offering electric and acoustic guitar lessons. Impress your friends, enrage your neighbors. 555-5555.
Jeff laughs. Of course this mother fucker would do this now.
He calls the number.
“If this is Jeff, you’re a better guitar player than I am, so I’m not offering you lessons,” Eddie says. “But if you wanted to have a jam session, I could be persuaded.”
“You’re such a shithead.”
“Well, now I owe Steve $20. Thanks a lot.”
They don’t talk for long. Eddie still doesn’t go by Eddie, even though he probably could. Professionally, he’s E.M. Wayne. Legally, he’s Edmund Michael Wayne. To the people he can trust and who care about him, he’s still Eddie.
He did leave Indiana for a long time. They went to New York City first because there’s so many people, it’s easy to disappear in the crowd. After a year there, they relocated to Seattle. They hated it. Three months later, they settled in LA. He played dive bars for a few months to earn some quick cash, and got offered a record deal.
“Hardest thing I ever had to do is turn that down,” Eddie explains.
“That’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?”
“Second hardest thing,” Eddie admits.
The studio still keeps him on as a guitarist. He even writes a few songs for them over the years. He loves it, but when Wayne got sick, he knew he had to move closer.
“Indy isn’t LA, but I figure it’s home for now.”
“Can I come visit?” Jeff doesn’t know if things will be easy or if it’ll be awkward. He doesn’t know if Eddie will even want to be friends anymore.
“That’s why I put out the ad.”
Jeff doesn’t think it will be easy. He’s pretty sure it will be awkward at first.
But Eddie’s still his best friend and no amount of distance or years will change that.
