pre-relationship steddie: eddie puts all of steve's joints in these little bags and when he's asked about it, he says, "gotta make it pretty for the princess"
Dog walker!Steve Harrington and King of Hell!Eddie Munson, who just needs someone to walk his hellhounds so that he can get some work done. Is this something?? I feel like this is something.
Ok but rockstar Eddie and pop star Steve pressing their wedding flowers into matching guitars. No one even knew they were together but the fan accounts start noticing that their guitars match and Eddie is sporting a tattoo on his ring finger of the letter “S”
Apparently, I had thoughts last night... so..
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Eddie just needed to make a quick buck. He was about $200 shy of making rent and Eddie needed to have it by Friday. So when a friend suggested being a live model for the students at the art school, Eddie was in no place to say no.
I don't think we talk about the similarities between El and Steve enough in this fandom. Both forced to be strong, forced to fit into a mold and slowly learning how to break it. They would have a bond, and we need to explore it more.
Steve comes over to Eddie’s to pick him up for a movie and finds Eddie drying his jeans with a blow dryer because his dryer quit. They don’t go to the movies, they order Chinese food and take turns holding the blow dryer.
They aren’t dating.
Keep thinking about Tommy being in a club in Indy years later and seeing Steve across the room with some curly haired woman draped around his neck. Tommy can’t help but watch the way Steve’s eyes flutter as the woman sucks soft marks into his neck, the way they move together. +
Just thoughts for no particular reason 👀🧵
Eddie knew what Steve liked. Leather and lace. The hard and the soft combining. He always loved when Eddie wore both, couldn't ever keep his hands to himself. Always showered him with praise and sweet bruises when he did.
Steve becomes a baker and Eddie always complains that their tiny kitchen always smells like heaven but he can never taste. So Steve starts making mini cakes with the leftover batter. That way Eddie can get a taste.
(They’re not dating.)
Eddie, high off his ass: "babe, would you still love me if I was a worm?"
Steve, equally as high: "eds, if you were a worm, I'd turn myself into a worm so we could be worms together."
*cue sobbing about worm love*
You know what I am craving? A fic that fully leans into bitchy omega Steve Harrington, pregnant as fuck mad as hell that the food he is craving can’t be done. That man wants watermelon slathered in peanut butter and honey but he can’t have it CUS ITS DECEMEMBER.
Steve: "I slammed my finger in the door and now it really fucking hurts."
Eddie: "Aw, let me kiss it make it better, maybe stick it in my mouth a little just-"
Steve: "What?"
Eddie: "What?"
Ok but rockstar Eddie and pop star Steve pressing their wedding flowers into matching guitars. No one even knew they were together but the fan accounts start noticing that their guitars match and Eddie is sporting a tattoo on his ring finger of the letter “S”
𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲
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pt. 3
[omegaverse, omega Steve, alpha Eddie, teacher Steve, maintenance man Eddie, eventual smut]
(Sorry this took so long, I am once again ill. The devil may work hard, but the smut works harder)
Okay, Erin wrote a thread whilst riding in the car, so here ya go:
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When Steve was little, and his parents still gave off the illusion of caring about him, they would take him on road trips with them. +
It’s only when they turn to leave that Tommy realizes it’s not a woman — it’s that freak from high school, Eddie Munson. And for the first time, Tommy can interpret his feelings about Steve.
Steve who gets really into the meaning of flowers and starts making his friends bouquets and Eddie who keeps waking up to lavender and sunflower bouquets on his porch.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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French aristocrat Steve who went deaf when a cannon fired too near, and revolutionary Eddie who nurses him back to health. Steve joins him in the fight and they fuck in derelict buildings at night. Is this something?
I’m so sick of seeing posts about how “amazing Joe Keery looks at 31”
DO YALL THINK THAT PEOPLE BECOME DECREPIT AT 30????
Got me all sorts of fucked up.
@steddie_steddie
S: "Aw it's otay Dantalion, let's go get you a treat."
E: "Steve, that dog is a guard of hell, not a child."
And Steve's standing there, tying a bandana around this dog's neck that says 'Daddy's Little Demon'
S: "He would beg to differ."
@messymedicated
Exactly and eventually Eddie is like "what the fuck did you do to them?" And Steve is just like "what do you mean? Asmodeus is just a widdle baby."
"I'm proud of you," he whispered.
"For what?" Steve asked shakily, his words getting caught in the lingering tears. "Cutting my dad out of my life?"
"No, baby," he cooed. "For laying down your sword."
🤍 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 🤍
Steve /finally/ moves out of his parents place into a tiny one bedroom apartment of his own. Its on the third floor, the kitchen is small, and the heat isnt very warm. It's not much, but it's enough to be his. There's a building across the street but it looked mostly empty, save+
What he /didn't/ know was that it was nude modeling for a human figures course. He wasn't unattractive, he knew that, but it made him nervous to have his whole body on display like that.
What he wasn't expecting was the prettiest boy he'd ever seen, tucked in the back of the room like he was afraid to get too close. Their eyes locked, and Eddie felt the blush cover his cheeks. The pretty boy stifled a laugh and turned back to his easel.
But this paid $100 for three hours and Eddie needed the cash. So, he shook the nerves from his limbs and shed his robe in front of the fifteen students and their easels. Eddie tried not to look at any of them, fearing he'd get too nervous.
Eddie did look as if he were going to cry. His eyes were fixed on Steve’s chest & stomach as though he were looking at the sun.
“Eddie, I don’t think you understand. Can I help you understand?”
If you /as a reader/ are not reading tags on a fic, it is no longer the authors responsibility. Let me repeat, IF YOU ARE NOT READING TAGS, YOU CANNOT BLAME AN AUTHOR FOR BEING TRIGGERED.
Every so often, the instructor would ask Eddie to pose a certain way or move just so. Eddie kept his eyes on the pretty boy in the back, focused hard on his work, concentration crinkling the skin around his eyes.
Steve leaned in, narrowing the space between them. Eddie could smell the paint thinner on his skin, chemical and harsh, but underneath it were notes of cologne and coffee. It was warm and inviting.
Eddie couldn't help but imagine the pretty boy, his skin crinkling like that as he took Eddie apart, piece by piece, making their own art in the form of moans and cum.
"𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷"
Once again
@niacart_
fucking crushed it. This scene means so much to me, and I'm in love with this. And them. They're brilliant.
Eddie didn't recognize the voice but it was sweet and light, and almost made Eddie forget about the embarrassment. He opened the door to none other than pretty boy, holding his bag out in front of him.
"I know it's kind of weird but I had an idea while you when I saw you standing there. I wanted to see if I could use you as a model for it. I'd pay you for your time, of course! But it's kind of an odd idea… feel free to say no."
Eddie begging Steve to suck hickies into the scars that’s litter his skin — especially the one on his neck and face. Because he doesn’t notice the scars as much when they’re covered by Steve’s love.
He shook the thought away quickly but it was too late, blood rushed south, his naked cock hardening at the image dancing in his mind. He rushed to grab his robe, bolting from the room before anyone could say anything to him.
He made a beeline to the bathroom where he changed early, hoping to just get dressed and-
/Fuck, my clothes!/ Eddie had left his bag of clothes in the room that he just dashed out of.
There were no other words spoken, no whispered apologies, no pressing questions regarding arrangements. Eddie had always been good about that — supporting rather than questioning. Steve had to open up in his own time and Eddie knew that. +
Eddie snatched the bag from him and slammed the door without a word. He changed quickly, and pulled his hair into a messy bun, wanting to get it off his sticky neck. When he opened the door, pretty boy was sitting against the opposite wall, waiting.
There was no way he could go back in there! But his wallet and keys (and shoes) were all tucked into that bag. Just as he was working up the nerve to head back that way, there was a knock at the door.
"It's Steve." /Steve/ stuck out his hand and Eddie reached out to grab it. His hands were large and warm, fully enveloping Eddie's apparently small hand.
We're officially less than a month away from the posting of Chapter One of my big bang fic. To celebrate, here's a preview as a thread!
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(Also, yes this is a redo, something happened with the first thread, no idea)
Britney Spears enjoys a night out following divorce news:
“I put my green dress on and show up at my friends !!! I invited my fav boys over and PLAYED ALL NIGHT !!!”
Eddie decides to learn how to bake to a cake to surprise Steve on their anniversary. It comes out perfect and fluffy, the icing is perfect, and he's got the perfect message for the top. Steve is... horrified.