Written for the February @steddiemicrofic prompt, using the word "rose" and 367 words
Rating G | Ao3 link
Tags: language of flowers, Eddie has a crush on Steve, love confessions, first kiss
See under the cut for some notes on flower language, and thank you steddiecameraroll-graphics for the lovely divider!
Eddie stared at the book clutched tightly in his hands. There was a rose carefully tucked away among its pages. The color had faded a bit, but a pink hue still delicately tinted the petals. And that wasn’t all. Fragments of other flowers were also dried and wrapped in protective layers of wax paper: camellia, columbine, gardenia. Under the last page, a green carnation peeked out.
Steve came back into the room juggling a few more empty boxes.
“This should be the final load, if we add anything else the Beemer won't make it to Chicago without tipping over. Hope you don't mind us driving up without the rearview mirror.”
Steve grinned, but Eddie didn’t respond. The grin faltered a little.
“You okay man? Not getting cold feet now.” Wordlessly, Eddie held out the book.
“Oh, thanks, this one needs to be packed flat.” A tiny smile crept over Steve's face. “You know how people used to decorate their crush's locker for Valentine's Day? My senior year there was this whole bouquet tucked in waiting for me. Dunno who put it there, Nance and I'd broken up months ago. They're nice though, right? I mean you never see green flowers. Wish I could've thanked them, whoever it was.”
A tiny spark of hope bloomed in Eddie's chest. Before he could swallow it back down, his brain blurted out:
“I had perfect attendance in Spanish that year.”
Steve's eyes squinted in confusion.
“Huh?”
“My second-go around at senior year, and I was still stuck in Hawkins, then freaking King Steve sits behind me in Spanish 3,” Eddie barreled on. “You never used to pay attention to anyone who wasn't in your inner circle, but in that class you'd mutter to yourself about how cool my doodles looked, and told folks to knock it off when they called me trailer trash. So I found a book on flower meanings and did something incredibly stupid.” He didn’t dare look at Steve as he finished his confession.
The kiss caught him off-guard.
“Guess I've got three years worth of dates to make up for. Prepare to be romanced off your feet Munson.”
That February, Eddie gave Steve red and yellow tulips.
Author's notes
-The fic's title comes from a quote by Victorian playwright Oscar Wilde: "With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?" The green carnation is associated with Oscar Wilde himself, and wearing a green carnation on ones lapel might have been a code for gay men at the time to identify one another. Wilde was famously convicted for homosexual acts in 1895. Let's say Eddie picked up a copy of "The Picture of Dorian Gray" and learned about the symbolism from a coded forward written for it.
-The meanings within the original bouquet were "happiness" (pink rose), "longing for you" (pink camellia), "foolishness/folly" (columbine), secret love (gardenia), and homosexuality (green carnation). Eddie was being very dramatic putting together the original bouquet for his forbidden love, and definitely dyed the carnation himself.
-Red and yellow tulips represent passion/declaration of love and sunshine in your smile respectively.
@monologichno drew an absolutely lovely piece, and so I'm proud to publish for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang a Steddie Soulmates Dance AU! Click the link above to read the fic and view the lovely art. Thank you to @vthx for giving it a beta read :)
Fic Info:
Following Your Lead | 4.7k | Rating: T | Steddie
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Murray Bauman
Tags: Alternate Universe - Dance, Alternate Universe - Ballet, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Dancer Steve Harrington, Dancer Eddie Munson, Queer Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction (briefly involving Eddie's parents), Eddie's mom is dead, Psychic Bond, Homophobic Language
Summary: Eddie is forced to choreograph a duet with new troupe member Steve Harrington. He's not pleased at having to share the spotlight, but the universe has a surprise in store for both of them.
See under the cut for monologichno's artwork and a snippet!
To his credit, Harrington didn’t say a peep while Eddie went through the first few steps humming along to Stravinsky. It was only when he lifted up on his toes that the guy broke their mutually agreed upon silence.
“Oh sweet, you can go en pointe? That’s awesome, man! I’ve always wanted to try it but well, you know.” Harrington gestured at his body as if there was something wrong. “Not exactly prime material for it.”
“That’s stupid, and you know it." Eddie couldn't resist thrusting a finger towards that tempting hairy chest. "Society forcibly puts us all in these neat nice little boxes and tell us that men can’t go en pointe and women can’t lift, and for what? Conformity to an outdated style? Apparently that makes me the freak for wanting the chance to damage my feet in new and creative ways!”
Harrington took the impromptu rant in stride with nothing more than a small smile and a gesture at Eddie’s tutu.
“Looks like I touched a nerve there. Doesn’t seem to be a problem for you though, cause you’re doing it anyway.”
I've hit 69 user subscriptions on Ao3 which is a lot of people and also the funny number, so running a tiny writing event to celebrate/get myself out of the writing ditch I've found myself in :D
Rules:Send me an ask with a short prompt and a stranger things pairing you like and I will write you 1 (one) paragraph of bespoke E-rated smut and/or T-rated silliness depending on what you prefer!*
*No Byler please but otherwise anyone is fair game go wild
Rated E | ~1.6k words | Ao3 link | Steddie
Tags: college AU, public nudity, frats and hazing, shameless confident big-dicked Steve
For @little-annie <3
A cowbell rang out from the basement, the clanging making Eddie nearly drop his lunch box.
“It’s time for the meat market!” some dickhead shouted.
Eddie only barely held back from rolling his eyes as a stampede of party-goers rushed downstairs. He’d hated coming to frat house parties in the fall after taking over the mantle of campus drug dealer from Rick, but tonight was the first weekend after everyone returned to campus. Sure, it meant most folks were flush with cash from winter break and eager to trade it for pills and herb. It also meant that they were even stupider than usual. Yet another pop song blared from a boombox, making Eddie grit his teeth and eye the stairs. At least the basement didn’t have music that would make his ears bleed, plus the only folks left up here were mostly interested in mapping out each others’ tonsils.
A couple humping each other over their clothes right next to where he’d set up shop spurred him into action. He slammed his lunchbox full of goodies shut and took the stairs three at a time, following the sounds of whoops and shouts down.
The entertainment that had gotten the crowd so distracted turned out to be three guys tied to a pillar in the center of the room.
Ah, right: Rush week. A time when the homoerotic was not only acceptable, but expected among this preppy rowdy crowd. The pledges’ hands were locked up in handcuffs for crying out loud.
“Today, we’ll see if any of you are man enough to join our ranks”, crowed the guy with the cowbell as he circled them. Eddie tuned out after that. Blah blah blah, drink copious amounts of alcohol to prove yourself worthy of the brotherhood of ultimate dick-dom, whatever. The guys were certainly easy on the eyes, but Eddie wasn’t interested in getting punched tonight for staring too long. Unlike those pledges or Cowbell Asshole, he was an outsider and tolerated here for exactly one purpose. Eddie parked himself in the corner and focused on making sales instead.
Or at least tried to.
Ten or so minutes later, Cowbell Asshole made yet another fucking annoying buzzing noise with his mouth, grabbing Eddie’s attention whether he wanted it to or not.
“Come on Harrington, you getting them wrong on purpose? At this rate you’ll be naked all week!”
Huh???
Eddie’s eyes snapped back to the pillar, and holy shit, how had he missed this??
All of the new pledges were now shirtless, but the one in the center with disheveled swoops of brown hair was currently getting his pants pulled down, leaving him in nothing but a tight pair of black briefs.
And wait, Eddie recognized him: they had a class together. Of course, Harrington was usually a lot more clothed when asking questions or jotting down notes. But he seemed completely at ease in this basement despite the compromising position.
Shaking stray hairs out of his eyes as best he could with his hands above his head, Harrington grinned.
“Sorry man, guess I’m too thirsty! Can’t think straight when I need a drink.” (Okay, whatever was happening here, Eddie seriously doubted that anyone in this frat could think straight at the moment, whether they’d admit it or not.)
Someone came up and poured a shot into Harrington’s mouth, and Eddie was frozen in place while his eyes followed spilled droplets as they fell onto Harrington’s heaving chest. Dear Lord, the guy was blessed with a veritable jungle.
And that wasn’t all he was blessed with.
Eddie had a sneaking suspicion that Harrington wanted to lose this frat game on purpose. His mouth watered staring at the obscene bulge hiding behind those briefs, and the barely perceptible dark patch on them slowly growing bigger by the minute. What he would give just for a taste...
Coming back up for another peek at Harrington’s chest, he belatedly realized the guy had noticed him gawking. Shit. He knew his battle vest stood out among the sea of polos and tennis skirts in the audience. But instead of getting angry that an outsider had infiltrated their ranks, Harrington stared right back with a hungry look on his face.
Look, Eddie did just fine in the dating department, but it was usually after someone got to know him a little. Guys with faces and bodies like that weren’t supposed to stare at the likes of Eddie right off the bat. Just as he was considering bolting for the stairs to avoid being devoured or found out, Harrington’s pink tongue slowly and deliberately darted out to lick at the last of the alcohol clinging to his plush lips.
Jesus. It was fine, Eddie’s brain wasn’t using all of that blood anyway, his dick could borrow it for now.
“Okay, ready now. Give it to me.” Even tied up and practically nude, the guy didn’t hesitate to give commands. And as Cowbell Asshole asked him a question, Harrington kept his eyes trained on Eddie, with one eyebrow cocked up. Was he waiting for an answer before he gave his?
Eddie’s eyes flicked down to the outline of Harrington’s dick again. It gave a little twitch against the briefs. His cheeks blushing, Eddie nodded. Harrington smirked.
“Damn, I don’t know that one. Guess I’ll have to study harder next time.”
Cowbell Asshole laughed.
“Alright then Harrington, let’s get those off you. You heard the rules the first time: no more clothes in the house until the end of next Friday’s rager.”
Harrington’s dick was as big and thick as his bulge suggested, and his smirk grew even wider the longer Eddie stared. Cowbell Asshole turned to the other two pledges.
“Hey, Hagan, Hargrove! Hope you guys studied better than Steve. If not, looks like we’ll have to have a whole lot of sausage on sale for the ladies!”
Said ladies cheered and hollered up a storm as the game started up again. Even though plenty of people were busy drunkenly throwing around taunts and come-ons to Harri—Steve, he only had eyes for Eddie.
Finally, the game ended. Hargrove, the taller guy with the slightly crazed look in his eyes ended up only having to display his frankly rather impressive abs. The freckled red-head, Hagan, was somewhere in between his two new brothers, with his underwear and socks left on. The guy’s presumed girlfriend didn’t seem to mind that one bit, trading affectionate insults back and forth with Hagan and her friends while Cowbell Asshole freed them all.
Eddie was still frozen in place when Steve sauntered over, two solo cups in hand.
“Hey, it’s Eddie, right?”
“Yup!” he managed to squeak out while taking his offered drink. Which was impressive considering his brain was currently filled with nothing but chest chest chest hair stick your face in his chest hair. “Uh, that’s my name! What can I get you my liege? I have some bare-I mean rare-strains, they’ll really help you uncloth-shit, unwind!”
His fumbles did nothing but make Steve laugh. Why the fuck was Eddie the only one getting embarrassed here? He chugged most of the jungle juice down to cope.
“Hmmm. Maybe another time, don’t have my wallet on me.” Steve gestured to his lack of pants (and shame). The guy still had a hard-on and was close enough now that Eddie could see a bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip. Eddie sternly told himself no, that he had more self-respect than to get on his knees and beg to get a taste in front of fifty people. Then no one would ever buy from him again and he’d have to get a normal job on campus. He’d seen the crush of students at lunch time in the cafeteria, he was not looking forward to experiencing that from the other end and—Wait, Steve was still here and still hard and fuck his dick was huge. Could he even fit it all into his mouth? As if he could tell where Eddie’s thoughts had gone, the owner of said massive wiener tilted his equally magnificent mane of hair and grinned. “I was thinking of something else. See, here’s the thing. I can’t wear clothes inside until next week. And you look like the kind of guy who runs cold. Wanna come up to my room and get a homo-stasis situation going?”
“I-what?” Eddie had never been so aware of his body as Steve leaned in and-yup, the guy’s dick was now pressed up against his jeans. He could never wash them again now.
“Offering to warm you up.” Steve punctuated each word with a little poke to Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s snowing, don’t want you freezing out there.”
“Oh, you want—homeostasis.”
Harrington snapped his fingers.
“Yeah that’s it! Just seems like the right thing to do, yeah?”
Eddie managed to regain some of his long lost bravado and flashed a smile back.
“Yeah? Totally selfless?” Steve’s eyes sparkled while he licked his lips.
“Why don’t you come upstairs and I’ll show you how selfless I can be.” That tongue was going to kill him. Well, two could play that game. Eddie stuck his tongue out to catch the dregs of his drink. He didn’t miss the way Steve’s eyes widened when he saw how long it was.
“Lead the way, Big Boy.”
Stumbling upstairs following the most gorgeous ass he’d ever seen, Eddie wasn’t sure how long this wild ride would last or who was going to drive, but he was for sure going enjoy every second of it.
Divider credits to saradika-graphics (Divider made by me in Canva)
Thank you to @hbyrde36 for giving this a quick beta read <3
Written for @sidekick-hero's 3,333 follower milestone event, congrats <3
Rated T | 333 words | prompt: running | Ao3 link
Tags: selkie!Eddie, selkie lore (Eddie's mother in an unhappy marriage), getting together, vague fairy tale vibes, chrissy still dies alas
Eddie always dreamed of the ocean. It didn't matter that he'd been trapped in a landlocked state with no trace of salt water his whole life. From birth, he longed to dive and swim through the waves.
His daddy hated the things Eddie and his momma shared between them. Eddie learned young not to play in the sprinklers and kiddy pools with the other trailer park kids. The only times he was allowed to go near water were when his daddy worked nights. When that happened, his momma would let Eddie put on his special secret cloak, and splash around in the tub to his heart's content. With human fingers (for hers were always human), she'd groom him until his fuzzy pup fur glowed. Afterwards, she'd cuddle him close and sing him lullabies.
"Don't let them catch you, my heart," she crooned mournfully. "Keep running."
And for many years, Eddie kept his promise. He wouldn't fade away, trapped in a cage like his mother had. Instead, Eddie made himself undesirable. His cloak was hidden away in plain sight under a vest filled with patches and pins, the fur laughed off as a freakish fashion choice.
When another form of magic reared its head, and a girl died right in front of him, still, Eddie ran.
But then, a boy whose skin speckled just like Eddie's fur dove into a lake in search of answers.
Eddie wasn't sure what possessed him to do it. He should have tossed Steve his vest. But he was shivering and bleeding and in so much pain.
"For your modesty, dude." His spotted fur cloak landed in Steve's arms.
Weeks later, Eddie stared in disbelief from a hospital bed as that same boy offered back his cloak, cleaned and neatly folded.
"Why? I can't do what Nancy did, I'd be yours forever." It had to be everything Steve wanted, the magic forcing Eddie to stay bound to him.
"Stay because you want to."
And so, Eddie chose to stay.
Author's notes:
-had a vision of selkie!Eddie wearing his cloak instead of the canon leather jacket. Not as metal, but it is a sneaky way to ensure he never loses it
-Eddie can turn into a harbor seal since those are found on most Northern Hemisphere coastlines and because they have those big wet brown eyes.
Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. One day, Steve finds out exactly what's been going on inside the mind of his roommate all these years.
Rated E | 4.3k words | Ao3 link
[Chapter 1] | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Art
Overall tags: crack treated seriously/porn with a plot, modern/no-UD AU, friends to lovers, bisexual Eddie AND Steve, steddie as roommates, switch Eddie/Steve, vers Steve/Eddie, Eddie has a crush on Steve (and is horny about it), writer Eddie, the prose is so purple it has passed out from a lack of oxygen, friend fiction/erotica, so many bad puns and word play
Chapter-specific tags: pirate AU, pirate Eddie, sailor Steve, pegging, rope bondage, non-con bondage, sexual frustration, orgasm denial, edging, and penis sword fighting (mind the tags but the erotica is at all times silly)
Written for the @switcheddieweek event, fulfilling the "art" prompt!
Find the full chapter on Ao3 to read it in all of its comic sans glory, but enjoy a snippet below the cut (as well as tags). Pink is Eddie's writing below.
“Theodore!” Stevenson growled manfully, as a man might. “You’ve gone too far this tiiiiiiimmmoohhhhh, too far this time! I demand you release me at once. Let us settle our differences as men of honor might.”
The raven-haired roguish rascal grinned.
“Why Commander, are you asking little old me for a duel? Your weapon is certainly impressive, but I promise, my own morning wood is far more dexterous in the afternoon!”
Stevenson craned his neck. From where he was bound, he could just make out the captain’s trouser sword, the red tip shining merrily in the half past two o’clock sun. True to the captain’s word, it bobbed and waved in the breeze with quite agile ease.
Still, what choice did Stevenson have? This unceasing torment would surely be his undoing. Even if he managed to reach his peak, la petite mort would be far too great for his tired body and overcum soul.
“Yes, I do challenge you to a duel, you dastardly fieeeeend!” Anything to ease the ache in his pale twinned coconuts.
The more Steve read, the less convinced he was that this was revenge. It was way too silly. Definitely weird and fucked up. But ‘pale twinned coconuts’ was something guys would say in like, a comedy porno. And now that he thought about it, Eddie had left the notebook where Steve could find it by accident. Maybe this was why the two of them got along so well, his roommate would turn his annoyance at whatever Steve had done into stupid porn to laugh at. Which was in fact very Midwestern of him after all.
Mercifully the pirate captain holding him captive decided he’d had his fill of watching the commander writhe and groan. His loyal crew mates pulled Stevenson back onto the deck, giving him a much needed reprieve from the peg he’d been impaled upon. Though blood flowed back into Stevenson’s limbs, his body still spared some to hold his mighty spear aloft. For Stevenson’s johnson was truly a weapon to behold and envy. Even under clothes, its size and girth served as a source of distraction for those who shared the room with it.
Steve glanced down at his pants and the super obvious outline of his dick. Okay so maybe these sweats were a little too tight to wear in public, but in his defense, Eddie had walked into a wall or tripped over his own feet every day since the two of them had met. How was he supposed to know some of those accidents were dick-related?
Once the commander recovered his strength, he stood to his full height. Standing but one inch over his opponent only due to his stupidly attractive voluminous hairTowering over his opponent, he grasped his Not So Lil’ Stevie[son] and prepared to fight.
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