take a bite

| vec | steddie, some sleep token and heated rivalry | she/her | 18+ | 30s | header by @corrodedbisexual

[vecnuthy]

All pieces are sfw unless marked with **

WIP

I'll see you when the wrath comes || Steddie western au || currently rated G

One shots

Steddie first kiss scenario || prompt: accident, mistaken identity || also on AO3 as dancing to alarm bells

Latest release || Eddie, no pairing

singed, glorious || Steve watching Eddie smoke || wc: 803 || pre-steddie || AO3

Untitled || "C'mon," Eddie said as he twisted the doorknob.... || rainy afternoon

Untitled || It's summer, and their cat Dio needs a fur trim

dine on old encounters || childhood friends, pre-steddie || 5,570 wc

The rosegram || pre-steddie, school tradition || 802 wc

Little Steve || kid Steve and Hopper drabble

Madibs

Stranger Things Mad Lib (with a hint of Steddie?)

Microfic/Drabble Challenges

Sparked || July 2023 Steddie micro fic: pool || 442 wc

Slingin' 🍦⚓️ ||July 2023 Steddie micro fic: pool || 442 wc

wood || August 2023 Steddie micro fic: cake || 311 wc

What's your flavor? || August 2023 Steddie micro fic: cake || 311 wc

the sprinkle || August 2023 Steddie micro fic: cake || 311 wc

second chances || September 2023 Steddie micro fic: charm || 548 wc

obnoxious || October 2023 micro fic: suck || 480 wc

to taming demons || Eddie Month October 2023 day 4, Rejection | Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier | Lost

snoozy || Eddie Month October 2023, day 7: Wayne | The Seeker - The Who | Warm

**awake || October 2023 micro fic: suck || 480 wc continuation of snoozy

Operation: Salvage || November 2023 microfic: rest || 387 wc

winner winner || Steddie Holiday Drabbles day 6: cooking together || 999 wc

new || Steddie Holiday Drabbles prompt day 31: New Year's Eve || 508 wc

**gagged || January microfic: hole || 404 wc

Day 3 of Steddie love month: Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if it's nothing special || 722 wc ||

Day 8 of Steddie love month: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him || 832 wc ||

decode || June microfic: stuff || 483 wc

carpe momentum || July microfic: one || wc: 111 || Stobin hurt/comfort, Steddie fluff

capture || July microfic: one || wc: 111 ||

Steddie week day 6: drunken confessions || 111 wc || continuation of dancing to alarm bells

Untitled blurb || Eddie in the pit at a metal concert, meet ugly/meet cute ||

Wiggly Wednesday idea

Tiger's Paw || steddie love month prompt: camera || 490 wc ||

Stained || March 2026 microfic: short || 321 ||

Song shuffle AU prompts

Trying to Sleep by Wolfie's Just Fine, still thinking about making this a Whole Thing™️

The Mermaid by Kate Rusby, Joyce Byers/Jim Hopper

When the Night Is Over by Lord Huron

Nancy from Now On by Father John Misty

Sail on By by Blanco White

[melancholyromance]

lore’s favorite characters 🤍

played by JOSEPH QUINN

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

The science of attraction

Written for week three of the @steddiemicrofic three-year anniversary challenge

Prompt: micro, 555 words

Rated: T

Tags: Pre-Canon; Pre-Steddie; High school; Mild bullying; Steve Harrington is a sweetheart; Eddie Munson does NOT have a crush on Steve Harrington, who said that?!

“Eddie, are you listening?”

Eddie flinches, leaving a pencil smudge on the sketch he was working on. He curses and tries to wipe it away.

“Eddie?”

He looks up.

Mr. Cooper is drumming his fingers against the blackboard. Every head in the lab has swivelled to him. Tommy Hagan whispers something at his girlfriend, who snickers.

“Um… science?” Eddie ventures. Cooper's left eyelid twitches.

“This is the second time you're doing this class, Eddie. At least pretend you're trying. Do you know what fungi and bacteria have in common?”

“No,” Eddie admits, neck burning with heat. “But I could tell you the difference between a teacher and a three-dollar hoo-”

Steve Harrington raises his hand. “Please, sir. May I?”

Hagan - far enough on the edge of his seat to challenge the laws of physics - hits him in the ribs. Harrington ignores him, smiling at Cooper as he turns towards him.

“Fair enough, Steve. At least some of us are applying themselves. What do you think?”

Harrington runs a hand through his stupid, shiny hair and licks his stupid, pretty lips.

“They're both, um… tiny life forms. Micro- … What’s the word? Microorgasms?”

The class roars. Hagan actually does fall off his chair.

“Microorgasms?” he wheezes. Harrington smiles sheepishly. His eyes dart across the room. Eddie ducks his head and starts sharpening his pencil. “Is that what the girls call it? Because if it is, you-”

“Silence,” Cooper yells. “Calm down, everybody, this will be on the test. Now, who can name another example of microorganisms?”

*

“He shouldn’t have done that.”

Eddie groans and slams his locker shut. He packed up extra slowly, giving the rest of the class plenty of time to leave. No such luck, apparently.

At least it’s just Harrington, without his entourage. He’s leaning against the wall on Eddie’s right, foot propped up, bag slung loosely over one shoulder. The epitome of cool and suave. No trace of the humilation that ought to still cling to him like tar.

“Cooper,” Harrington explains, like Eddie asked for it. “I mean, he saw you weren’t paying attention, and he still decided to call you out. He’s an idiot. Don’t feel down about it.”

“I’m not,” Eddie lies. And then, because biting an offered hand is the only way he knows how to react to kindness, “Not like I made an ass of myself in front of everyone.”

Harrington shrugs.

“They’ll have forgotten about it by Monday. And besides, I was sort of thinking on my feet. Needed to find some way of getting them off your back.”

“Yeah, well, I didn't ask you to,” Eddie snaps. The guy has no damn right to be so unbothered. No damn right to have embarrassment just slide off him like water off an oil film. None at all to be this fucking nice about it. “I can take care of myself, no need for you to swoop in like some white knigh- … Hold on a damn second, did you do that on purpose?”

“No idea what you mean,” Harrington says, pushing off the wall. His hand squeezes Eddie's shoulder as he passes. “Anyway, lemme know if you need a study buddy. I feel like we could both brush up on our microorgasms.”

Eddie keeps staring at the empty corridor long after he's gone.

More Microfics

[kassy-djomunson]

thinking…

[lavenderstobins]

unseen but canon stobin interaction

[leonardo-hates-tables]

Steve is curled up in the center of his bed, pillow clutched tightly to his chest. Today all of the six and seventh graders gathered to watch the eighth grade talent show. Most of the acts sucked, but one stuck out to Steve.

There was a boy playing with his band, Steve doesn’t remember their name, but he remembers watching this kid play his guitar. It was like he was the only person in the entire universe. He kept whipping and shaking his head. Steve is sure that if his hair wasn’t buzzed, it’d be wild and big.

He knows the kid gets picked on, it’s because he stands out. But he doesn’t seem sorry for standing out, he wears it like a badge of honor. It makes Steve’s cheeks burn with jealousy.

They’re burning now just thinking about it, so he pushes his face into the pillow he’s holding. Steve has never felt like this about anyone in his life. He knows it’s not possible though, because the kid on stage was a boy, and Steve is a boy. He’s supposed to like girls.

But as he lays awake in his room, late in the night, he thinks about holding that boys hand. He thinks about touching his buzzed hair. He thinks about standing in the boys space.

Even worse, he thinks about taking up space. He thinks about meeting the boys family, he wonders if he has any siblings. He thinks about meeting his friends. He thinks about going to the movies, and secretly holding his hand in the dark.

But, of course, none of this happens. Steve can’t like boys.

Instead, he loses his virginity as a freshman at an upperclassman’s party. He gets popular. He gets a reputation. He gets girls.

He doesn’t get Eddie “The Freak” Munson because he’s King Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

(That is, until they save the world together and Steve has to breathe life back into Eddies lungs)

[mialoveseddie]

They’re in Steve’s parents’ bathroom. It’s the only room with good light, and now there’s blood on the bathroom tile and Both of them are banged up, but Steve insisted on Eddie first. Steve has Eddie perched on the edge of the tub with the first aid kit open on the sink. His hands are way steadier than they should be for a guy who almost watched Eddie almost got killed.

Eddie hisses when the antiseptic hits the gash on his forearm. “Jesus— ow, ow, nurse Harrington, careful—”

“Quit squirming or I’ll make it worse,” Steve mutters but he’s already easing up and blowing on the cut like that’ll actually help. Somehow for Eddie it does. Eddie watches him work. Steve’s brow is furrowed, lip caught between his teeth in concentration. There’s a bruise blooming on Steve’s own jaw that he’s completely ignoring.

Steve shifts to check Eddie’s ribs and fingers ghosting over a nasty purple splotch. He lingers and Eddie’s mouth runs before his brain can stop it “You gonna kiss it better, big boy?”

It’s meant as a joke. Deflection. His usual armor. But Steve doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t roll his eyes. He just looks up through his lashes, and his voice goes quiet.

“Would that help?”

Eddie’s brain short circuits right there All the smartass replies die in his throat.

“Steve—”

Steve’s thumb brushes the unbruised skin just beside the bruise, careful as ever . “‘Cause I would. If you asked me too.”

The bathroom’s too small. The air’s too thick. Eddie realizes Steve’s hands are shaking now too, and it’s not from adrenaline from the fight earrlier.

[steddieas-shegoes]

wayne would do it better

for @corrodedcoffinfest day 18 prompt 'wood paneling'

rated t | 768 words | no cw | tags: established steddie, jeff and steve friendship, good uncle wayne munson, slice of life

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Steve should’ve known better than to expect Eddie to be any help with this. He went into it way too confident.

Neither of them are very handy, but he assumed they could probably figure it out. How hard is nailing some wood paneling to the wall?

Really hard, it turns out.

Which is ridiculous because he has all the tools, and he knows how to use the tools, and he even knows how to nail things to other things. They’re two flat surfaces. He can do it.

He thought.

Eddie hammered his thumb within the first 20 minutes, so he’s been putting ice on it off and on for the last hour while Steve figures out how to make a two person job into a one person job when it already kind of was. He should probably call someone.

–

“This is a situation,” Jeff says with his hands on his hips, a mirror image of Steve next to him. “A bad one.”

They have made very little progress, and the progress they have made is terrible.

He’s starting to wonder why he even wanted wood paneling in the living room.

“Is it okay that a nail is sticking out on…one, two, three, four, five of the pieces?” Jeff asks as he tilts his head to the side. “Like, fully out. Take your eye out, out.”

“Hm. No. I think they’re supposed to be in,” Steve says with a sigh. “What are we doing wrong?”

“All of it from the looks of things,” Gareth laughs from the couch, where he’s decided to keep Eddie company during his “injury.” “You could call someone.”

“I did call someone. I called Jeff,” Steve says with a roll of his eyes. “Which I’m realizing is not enough for this.”

“Hey, I never said I was gonna be the answer to your problem. I was just gonna make it less of a problem.” Jeff stares at the problem. “Well, I tried to make it less of a problem.”

The thing is that if they could figure out the nail thing, the panels themselves would be on straight and even, which is good enough for Steve. The nails just won’t go in all the way. Maybe they aren’t the right size for what they’re doing.

“You could call Wayne.”

Everyone looks over at Frankie.

“What? I’m just sayin’ a guy who had to fix everything at the trailer for 20 years probably knows a thing or two about nailing wood to the wall,” he continues. “If anyone could tell you what you’re doing wrong, it’s Wayne.”

Steve snorts. Yeah, that last part is definitely true. Wayne is a my way or the highway kind of guy. He’ll be the first person to tell you when you’re doing something wrong. He’s too far to help in person, but he’s sure if he explains it over the phone he’ll know exactly what to do.

–

“Wayne called us idiots,” Steve says as soon as he comes back in the living room, where no one has moved even though he’s been gone for nearly 30 minutes talking to Wayne. Jeff’s even standing in the same spot, glaring at the wall they tried to work on. “I agreed.”

“What did he suggest?”

“Well, first he suggested not doing any wood paneling. But then said since we already started, we need shorter nails. And we need to go in straight, not at an angle. Which I guess is easy to do when you aren’t level? So he suggested we remove them all and start over.”

Everyone groans. Jeff groans loudest.

“What if you pay him to come do it?” Jeff asks. “He would. Faster and better than we are.”

Steve knows this. He thought about this while he was on the phone with him. But he’s trying very hard to do things on his own when he can. He wants to know how to do this stuff. He wants to be able to fix up his own house that he pays his own hard-earned money for.

His father’s resolution to everything was always to pay someone to fix it: the house, the pool, the car, his legal problems. Steve doesn’t want to be like that.

“He told me how to do it. I’ll show you,” Steve says instead of explaining any of that to Jeff. “It’ll be easy once we do the first one.”

–

Steve wipes the sweat from his brow and smiles.

“Okay, it definitely looks good now,” Jeff pats him on the shoulder. “We did good.”

“Yeah, we did.” Steve gestures to the kitchen. “Beer?”

“Two at least.”

[eternal-sunflowers]

shut the fuck up

DJO in Forest Hills, 7/17/26

[kassy-djomunson]

he really is just so ridiculously endearing to me no matter what

via itsitdjovernow on twitter (X)

[eternal-sunflowers]

oh!

DJO, Forest Hills, 7/17/26

📸 yung.djo

[kinz11]

Spy x spy steddie perhaps they fall in love complicating their missions and they eventually find a way to have a family and real life blah blah blah doesn't matter LOOK AT THEM

[morganbritton132]

Steve's baseball team decide that they want to play a prank on their coach.

They get shirts screen-printed with Steve's face on it and something silly he always says, and then they all wear them to practice. They time how long it takes Steve to notice (nine minutes and only because the team had a bad case of giggles).

It's a funny prank.

Steve gets a kick out of it.

Unbeknownst to Steve or the team, the guy who made their shirts is an old friend of Eddie 'left Hawkins and got famous' Munson.

It was a known secret in Hellfire that Eddie was crushing bad on King Steve so he sent Eddie one of the shirts.

Imagine Steve confusion when he flips the tv over to MTV and sees his old classmate being interviewed...wearing a shirt with his face on it.

[morganbritton132]

There's a number at the bottom of the screen that you can call to ask Eddie a question.

Steve calls.

Before the interviewer can finish saying, "We have someone on the line from your homet-"

"Why are you wearing a shirt with my face on it?" Steve asks. "And would it kill you to answer the phone when Dustin calls you? Or call him back? The kid misses you."

Now half of America thinks Eddie is a deadbeat father.

[eternal-sunflowers]

DJOST ANIMAL, Forest Hills, 7/17/26

[cheugy-djobe]

yeah they hit the fucking pentagon

[julesjuliiet]

hear me out… camboy kurt……

someone PLEASE make this a smut fic omg

[dearwalker]

STOP HE LOOKS ADORABLE 😭

“Honey let mom take a picture of you” ahh photo.