There is something so fucking cursed about getting a good couple thousand words into a work in progress only for your brain to IMMEDIATELY start plotting out another fic.

Anyway another thicc thighed athletic Omega Steve who is a total Momma Bear fic idea for you all (that is currently tormenting me because of course it is...) straight from the sleep fogged archives:

O!Steve and A!Eddie one night stand/short term casual hook up post Starcourt, which leads to Steve discovering around Christmas 85 he is pregnant, cue a series of unfortunate events for our favourite babysitter. (BONUS POINTS: they hook up in Indy and don't recognise each other, maybe a BDSM club or something where scents get mixed up and make it hard to discern individuals. Steve only discovers the baby's paternity by scent and running into Eddie later).

His parents find out and he is kicked out for good. Hop's 'dead" it's the well and truly winter and it is by complete accident that Claudia Henderson finds out and forcefully adopts Steve into her home. This saves him from being homeless and/or sleeping in his car however it does mean Dustin and Claudia along with Robin become overprotective as fuck over Steve.

Dustin is able to keep Steve's secret both about his pregnancy and living situation, although he has zero idea of who the sire of the pup is. Which makes his attempts to get Eddie and Steve meet all the more awkward for Steve to get himself out of.

Robin is the only person who knows Steve has found out Eddie is his pup's sire.

The lead up to season 4 remains as seen in canon with the exception being Steve is not actively dating. Instead, he is doing his best to keep quiet about his pregnancy and keep the pups (and the rest of Hawkins) none the wiser at least until he can determine what to do about Eddie, about his living situation and about how he is going to afford raising his pup because you know that man is determined to keep them.

When the UD shit hits the fan, Steve is then left dealing with several crises all at once, and the Upside Down is only one of them.

1. Eddie immediately clocks that Steve is his mysterious hook up/ still harbours unresolved feelings about their hook up when they meet again in the boathouse.

2. The discovery of Steve's pregnancy following the older teens getting out of UD following the Watergate shenanigans and a near feral Steve fighting for his and his pup's life (and turning Eddie on big time while he does it) leads to the pups and Nancy losing their shit not to mention Eddie.

3. Cue Eddie figuring out the timeline and putting two and two together. I am imagining a very stilted and awkward conversation between the two where they both decide to leave the big decision conversation till after they deal with Vecna.

4. Which then sees Feral O!Steve 2: Electric Boogooloo when Eddie gets himself critically injured. (I am thinking a mix of stubborn CPR administration with a shit tonne of various 'don't you fucking think about dying before I have our damn child Munson' followed by him dragging him out of the UD and an adrenaline fueled feral pregnant omega tantrum of epic proportions at the hospital which gets Eddie seen immediately despite the hesitation over the whole satanic panic).

And because I am a HAPPY ENDINGS ONLY in this household despite my love of a good bit of angst in my fics. They get their shit together while Eddie and Max are healing (Steve totally hasn't adopted Max after her mother has gone MIA or anything), and Eddie and Steve obviously confess their undying love for one another. Steve has the baby/ies, and Uncle Wayne gets to be the best goddamn Grandpa in the world. Claudia cries when Steve asks her if she is willing to be his pup's Grandma. While Max and Dustin argue over who is gonna be the better Aunt/Uncle to the baby/ies (Robin is equally as invested in the argument and often is found squabbling with the two of them over it.)

Joyce and Hop are the baby/ies acting second set of Grandparent's, a fact that bemuses Eddie given his history with Hopper.

✧ prompt: gray ✧ @taylorswiftmicrofic ✧ wc: 467

✧ info: soulmate au where you can only see colour when you’ve met your soulmate

✧ steddie (steve harrington/eddie munson)

“-and she has the most beautiful blonde hair, like you don’t understand-” robin gushes, hands moving a millions miles an hour.

steve frowns, he’s happy for robin, obviously. however, he can’t help but feel a little resentful about the fact that she’s met her soulmate while steve’s still stuck seeing the world in gray.

“i don’t know what blonde looks like rob.” he says, smiling a little strained as he watches robin deflate for a moment.

“i’m sorry,” he sighs, blowing out a breath.

he stirs the straw of his milkshake, the diner they’re at is mostly empty for 8AM on a saturday morning, most people choosing to lie in.

“it’s just-“ he starts.

“frustrating.” they echo and share a small smile, steve’s a little dimmer than robin’s.

“i just thought i’d have met them by now you know?” steve mournfully remarks before they’re both distracted by the ding! of the diner door and a flurry of dark clothing and curly hair before there’s someone ordering at the counter.

they’re speaking in hushed tones, seemingly in a rush and steve can’t tear his eyes away.

he almost misses robin’s suprised gasp before she launches herself out of the booth, startling him as she screeches, “eddie?!”

the curly haired stranger perks up, turning around immediately with a bright smile on their face and-

oh.

oh.

steve’s in love.

curly haired stranger- eddie,- is beautiful. long flowing hair, tattoos covering his muscled forearms in an all dark attire with fitted jeans, healed boots and a tight fitting band t-shirt.

steve is sure he’s drooling.

and then all of a sudden, two things hit steve at the exact same time.

one, everything is in colour, and eddie’s clothes are pitch black with white lettering and sprinkles of red graphics, because all of a sudden he understands colour?

and two, eddie is staring at him, frozen, with a dizzying smile on his face.

oh steve is so in love.

“you!” eddie remarks cheerfully, gasping in delight before he turns to look at robin in excitement as she watches the two of them in confusion and concern.

“you.” steve says dazedly, totally unaware that he starts to walk up to his soulmate, not even bothering to introduce himself.

once he stands toe to toe with eddie, he lifts his hands to place them softly on the other boys cheek.

“your eyes are brown.” he claims wonderfully, joy bubbling up through his throat that he laughs in fascination.

“so are your freckles” eddie replies, amused but clearly fond.

“dingus?! hellooooo!” robin says somewhere behind the two of them but they don’t leave each other’s gazes.

smiling happily before eddie asks softly, “can i kiss you?” and steve nods happily.

their lips connect softly, and steve is sure that there’s fireworks going off somewhere.

Need me a fic where Eddie knows just enough about AIDS to know it's deadly, and not enough to know anything about how to protect himself so the first time Steve ask to go further than making out and feeling each other up through their pants Eddie dead on ask ''Do you love me?''

Of course it's panic on board for Steve, on the inside it's all ''Was I too forward? Is he making fun of me?? Is it gonn abe another Nancy situation? Did I read it wrong??''' and on the outside it's a useless series of ''Hum... I- I... Hum...'', because yeah, Steve is head over heels for Eddie but he's not gonna say it if it's gonna ruin what they've been having!

''It's okay if you're not there yet.'' is what Eddie says next. Still spread shirtless and breathing heavily on the backseat of Steve's car. ''But we're not having sex until then.''

That's... Steve frown. He heard that from some girls, but it was just about putting it in.

''Can I ask why?''

Eddie nods a little. ''I promised myself that if I would risk catching the gay plage, it had to be w someone who loves me.''

That's dark but it makes sense. Steve kinda forgot that this thing they talk about in the news lately could affect him too now-

''We're good on my part- wait. Does that mean you love me too?'' He realises mid sentence.

He's surprised by Eddie's deadpan expression.

''Steve. I called you 'Light of my life' not one hour ago.''

Steve feels his cheeks getting warm, nibbling at his lower lip.

''Yeah but you give me pet names all the time.''

''Because I love you all the time?'' Eddie adds. His hand comes to caress Steve's cheek. ''Sorry it wasn't clear enough. I love you Steve.''

His confession is awarded by the most beautiful smile Eddie ever saw.

''I love you too.''

Said I was gonna write a two part modern day AU ficlet about rockstar Eddie and aspiring Broadway actor Steve who meet in a bar in New York but now I’m 5 chapters deep and its full of angst and hurt and comfort and whump and it might be the best thing I’ve ever written so…now what

(Would u guys read it if it was more than 2 parts please say yes)

just a really phenomenal era to be a fan of this guy & his guitar 😩

“Harrington!!!” Eddie slurs from across the room when Steve walks into the party — eyes closed, head lolled, big cheeseball grin on his flushed pink face. “My dick works again!!!”

Uh. “G-good for you, man!”

Frank cracks open a fresh beer. “Don’t listen to him, man, he’s drunk.”

“I am drunk,” Eddie agrees enthusiastically, leaning over to paw Frank’s drink out of his hand and nearly knocking it to the ground. Beer spills over the lip of the can; runs down Frank’s hand and wrist all the way to his elbow. Eddie proudly pronounces, “I’m drunk and I’m healed and my dick is fuckin’ func— fuckin’— uh— work good?”

“Well, Jee. Zus. Christ.” Frank punctuates each syllable with a wipe of his wet hand across Eddie’s shirt. “Just keep your functional fuckstick in your pants, ya fuckin’ caveman.”

getting back up (it's not always easy)

written for week 2 of @steddiesportsau prompt: sports injury | rating: gen | word count: 1825 | tags: hockey player!steve, rockstar!eddie, slight angst, mild hurt/comfort, fluff | ao3

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Eddie walked on stage with his best friends to the sound of cheers. He accepted the award and stepped up to the microphone, smiling brightly. This was everything they had been working toward for so long. If you had asked them way back when, playing covers in Gareth’s garage, they never would've believed they'd actually make it to this moment. But the universe has been good to them the last few years. They've made a name for themselves. They've built something amazing, with people they love.

Eddie never would have believed this would really be his life.

For the @strangerthingswritersguild daily prompt: Hugging/Cuddling

Pre-Steddie

Wise cameo from Wayne

W/C: 2710

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It wasn’t a big deal for Eddie to be driving around Hawkins late at night. He’d probably be doing it anyway, honestly. But it had been a big deal who the phone call was from.

“Eddie, it’s for you,” Wayne drawled, shoving a piece of toast back in his mouth as he held out the receiver to him and sat back on the sofa on a rare night off.

He frowned in confusion but accepted the call. “Uh, hello?”

“Hey, Eddie,” a hurried voice said, one he didn’t recognise at first, until he added, “Man, I’m sorry for calling so late, but I got in an accident and-”

“Jesus, Steve, are you alright?” he asked, as an unnatural level of worry rose in him.

“Yeah, sorry, should have phrased that differently. Uh, I hit a pothole. My tyre’s messed up, and I kinda unintentionally went off-roading.” Steve laughed lightly, but even Eddie could tell it was forced.

“Just let me know roughly where you are, and I’ll come get you,” Eddie said confidently.

“No, no. It’s cool, but if you could bring me, like, I dunno, a toolkit or some blankets…I can try and fix it, and if not, stay with it until morning,” Steve replied quickly.

“Uh, okay. Sure, man. I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks, Eddie. You’re a lifesaver.”

Eddie working on a new jacket/vest~~

He’s sat on the living room floor, cross-legged with his supplies all around him. The Lost Boys is on the tv, again, playing just loud enough for him to pay attention but hopefully not bother the figure sound asleep on the couch.

He’s torn between taking the sleeves off the jacket he found at a thrift store or just leaving it as is. He pulls the cigarette from behind his ear, twirling it around his fingers a few times in thought before lighting it up.

“Whatever, I can decide later,” he hums to himself as he takes a puff before putting the cigarette down on the ashtray, an amber colored one with McDonald’s logo on it.

He lay the jacket out flat with the back facing up so he can measure for the back patch, lining up the t-shirt he intends to cut up, pinning it in place as best as he can.

He snips away, listening to the sounds of the movie as he works, David’s voice making him swoon just a bit every time he says Michael.

118 times to be exact, but who’s counting?

He takes another puff of his cigarette as he scans the logo he wants to be the main piece of this project, Metallica this time, for reasons he doesn’t want to think too hard on.

For a moment he pauses, flicking the cigarette against the ashtray as he glances over to where Steve sleeps on the couch, covered up in the blanket Wayne had crocheted for them, snoring softly with a bit of drool catching at the corner of his mouth, two things he would deny.

Eddie grins to himself, placing the cigarette back on the ashtray and picking up the needle and thread he finally begins.

He hums along with the soundtrack, fingers working, jabbing himself only a few times as he works the needle through the denim, thinking about Steve and how good he would look with an earring like Michael’s.

The movie is coming to a close as he finishes off the first line of stitches to the cut up shirt, noticing movement on the couch out of his peripheral.

Gently placing his work on the rug, he walks on his knees to where Steve is waking from his nap. He watches as he stretches out like a cat, groaning at how good it feels.

“Hi, sleepyhead,” Eddie grins.

“I like baby better.”

“You’ll always be my baby, baby,” he says before planting a gentle kiss to Steve’s pouty lips.

One-sided enemies to lovers pre-season 4 steddie

Eddie hates Steve, like really, genuinely fucking loathes the guy

Steve only knows of Eddie peripherally until the kids join Hellfire. Then it's a nonstop stream of "Eddie's just so cool and funny... he's the best DM and he's like...tall and 20... and sticks up for us" from the younger teens. Even Max has mentioned that "yeah he's pretty alright or whatever" which is basically her admitting she thinks he's really freaking cool.

So initially Steve has an open mind about him, all he remembers about him from high school is the drug dealing and the occasional table top sermons against conformity.

steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeddie

Eddie doesn’t present as Alpha until Vecna is defeated. He doesn’t tell the Pack scared that they might think of him differently. The group which mostly consists of Omegas and Betas hasn’t had the best experiences with Alphas. So Eddie wears scent patches hoping that’ll be enough to hide his designation. He figures he wouldn’t act like a typical Alpha anyway. His growing attraction to Steve is making things harder though. He’s finding himself following him around and giving his neck little licks sometimes near his mating gland. He tries to pass it off as quirky buddy behavior but Robin doesn’t seem to be falling for it. He worries she’s going to confront him soon and his secret will get out.

i knew we'd be fine

for @steddiesongfics using 18 by one direction as inspiration

rated e | 3104 words | cw: temporary breakup | tags: modern au, high school sweethearts, break-up, second chances, getting back together, chance meetings, time skip, semi-public sex (the door is open they don't get caught), hand jobs, love confessions

also on ao3

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May 21st, 2018

“Eddie!” Steve crashes into his bedroom, dropping his backpack on the floor.

Eddie looks up from the exam in his hand. He failed. Again.

Steve’s excited, clearly passed all his exams. He never had any doubts. Steve works hard, studies for the tests he knows will be difficult. Does extra credit when he doesn’t do as well as he hoped to.

Eddie gets by in most classes, but pre-calculus was sent from hell specifically to torture him. This is his second year failing it, and it’s his second year being kept behind because of it.

The worst part is that he did try this time. He actually studied with Steve, and maintained a C average for most of the year. This last quarter was tough though, and he needed a B on the exam to pass the class. He stares at the 68 in big red marker on the front.

It’s not enough. He’s not enough.

marry me

via alyssa_bardol on insta

what a legend

Nothing can match this energy

fun fact: these are actual vocal warm ups he would do, and used this as a way to interact with the audience while being able to stretch while performing .

also he was a witch and he used it as a spell like look at that power

This performance at Live Aid literally was unlike anything anyone had seen. No one, and I mean, NO ONE has ever owned a crowd like this.

Other performers have literally said since, “Freddy basically changed live performance forever and left us NOTHING.” (affectionate)

I am convinced he was blessed by the gods. He was a fucking herald for said gods or something. Hell, there’s that vid of the Green Day fans waiting for the concert to begin and fucking singing in perfect fucking harmony to Bohemian Rhapsody! Freddy isn’t even alive and he still fucking commands a crowd!

Full performance:

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