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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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Steve and Eddie love singing slow(kind of) love songs to each other. Steve sings Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis and Eddie will come up behind Steve and start saying as he sings My Girl by The Temptations, replacing every girl with boy. When either is having a bad day, they will ask the other to sing to them. They will cuddle up in the couch, get a fire going, and sing. They only fo the fire if it's fall/winter.

Been loving these prompts guys so Ty ❤️

It starts with Eddie insisting he has to reeducate Steve on what good music is. He's fresh out of hospital and on a mission, Steve only brought him so many tapes in the hospital plus he's been craving his guitar.

So they start hanging out more, they'd already gotten a lot closer since Steve spent almost every day in the hospital either visiting him and max or volunteering. Now they can hang out in Eddie's room listening to music and occasionally passing a joint between them.

After they've gone through Eddie's entire record and tape collection and has partially converted Steve into a reluctant metalhead, Steve insists that it's his turn to get Eddie to appreciate other forms of music.

Eddie by now has a massive crush on Steve and is willing to do anything if it means they can keep having their little hangouts. It takes a little while but Eddie admits that some of the songs are actually pretty nice, and it's definitely not that some of the love songs have him thinking about Steve.

This naturally evolves into them trading mixtapes which coincidentally gives Steve a good way to confess to Eddie how he feels.

Steve has heard Eddie sing a lot by the time they're officially dating, often coming to Corroded Coffin practices and shows but Eddie had never heard Steve sing. Until one day Eddie is finishing cleaning up after Hellfire which is now hosted at Steve's house, the kids having been picked up by Nancy, and Steve is washing dishes. He almost doesn't hear it but as he turns the corner to the kitchen he sees Steve softy singing Can't Help Falling in Love. Steve looks so soft and happy that Eddie doesn't want to disturb him.

When Steve is finished and turns around he's startled to find Eddie watching him and starts blushing profusely. "You sound beautiful, Stevie." Steve just cuddles up to him, "Maybe you just bring music out in me."

So it becomes a thing, Steve, will be found singing love songs while doing chores or driving. It's so infectious that even Eddie starts singing cheesy love songs randomly, sometimes coming up behind Steve while doing the dishes changes all the girls to boys or one of Steve's nicknames. One particularly funny edit was Eddie changing the lyrics for "Hey Mickey" to "Hey Stevie".

When the nightmares are hard or the days are long Steve and Eddie can usually be found curled up in bed or on the couch in front of Steve's fireplace that his parents never let him use, with one of them singing the other softly to sleep, chasing away any hurt, and leaving only love.

#ty for the prompt ❤️#stranger things #steve singing #eddie singing #steddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things s4 #st4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #ficlet

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steddielations · 2 months

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steve has to console eddie for a week when he finds out their kids only like the sped up chipmunks version of corroded coffin songs

#eddie with tears in his eyes: i don’t care if they don’t like my music at all but what do those singing rats have that i don’t #steve: there there #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steddie headcanon #rockstar eddie munson

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momotonescreaming · 5 months

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Cooking Youtuber Steve; who has series where he makes good family friendly meals, dishes for picky eaters, tips for everyday cooking. As well as series where he tries to make historical dishes, food and drinks from games and TV.

DnD Youtuber Eddie; who has a long actual play series, videos about his characters and the world he's built. Videos about tips for your role-playing, getting immersed. A series where he tries other TTRPG's and board games.

Dustin persuades Steve to make videos about medieval inspired, DnD friendly meals. And because it does actually seem like a fun challenge, he does it. Dustin looks horrifically smug about it when the videos are a hit, the bastard. (Steve will make him eat something gross as payback. Its fine. Gotta keep him humble.)

And because obviously, Eddie sees the videos. He's always on the search for good DnD shit. But the guy is so fucking hot Eddie doesn't quite know what to do with himself. Except daydream about those eyes, and that hair, and those hands.

So Eddie records himself trying (and only sort of failing) to recreate the food. It comes out sort of ugly but actually nice tasting, so Eddie calls it a win. References the Hot Chef Steve in his video, adds a link to his channel, and tries not to feel his heart beating out of his chest when he sends @'s him with a link to the video. His channel is way bigger than Eddie's, he probably won't see it, Eddie's fine.

Except the Hot Chef does see it, and Eddie sort of loses his mind when he gets a comment or a message from him, thanking Eddie for giving his recipe a go, and giving him credit for the recipe. Eddie's not fine at all, this guy is way out of his league, and Eddie can feel the crush bubbling up under his ribcage, and Oh Fuck he's messaging Eddie.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #modern au #youtuber au #chef steve harrington #momo.txt #im watching so many cooking based YouTube videos lately and not making any dishes #don't come for me #but yeah!#i like chef steve #i think he'd like that it's something he can physically see and touch and interact with #can share it and use it to connect with people #he's also fucking good at it #eddie is not mega famous in this #he has a niche weird channel #corroded coffin plays in college bars and sings songs about dragons

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juiceicicles · 7 months

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I am a firm believer that Steve can sing. Joe Keery can, and therefore Steve can.

Thing is, Steve doesn’t really know how well he can sing. He’s not a musician, he’s not singing frequently around others. He’s singing in the shower and in his car and occasionally singing under his breath when a song is really stuck in his head and he just needs it out.

So he’s doing his thing, cooking for the party or getting them snacks for dnd or smth, and he starts singing along to whatever songs on the radio.

He’s not really aware of anyone watching him, the party being caught up in their own conversations a moment before. It’s not until the song ends and the radio host starts speaking that he realizes everyone has gone silent.

He wanders out of the kitchen to see everybody staring at him.

Steve Harrington has the voice of an Angel, and now everybody knows. Robin is incredibly peeved she didn’t know this - she’s only ever heard him sing poorly as a Tammy Thompson impersonation - and demands an explanation, Eddie has just fallen in love, Nancy is the only one who’s not confused because she’s heard him sing before.

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things 4 #steve harrington x eddie munson #Steve Harrington can sing #please write more fanfic about it #I’m begging #I am so bad at writing #juicepost

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hairmetal666 · 7 months

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Eddie who crashes at Steve's after movie night, despite knowing it's a bad idea considering his increasingly out-of-control and hopeless crush. He's supposed to be working on boundaries and expectations, not falling asleep on the couch with his head on the man's shoulder, and waking up being fucking carried upstairs to bed.

The next morning, he plans on making a sneaky exit, but then he hears a stereo playing from somewhere downstairs. He makes his way to the kitchen to find Steve dancing and belting along with I Wanna Dance with Somebody, passionately singing into a spatula.

And so much for Eddie keeping his crush under control, because this? It's the cutest goddamn thing he's seen in his life and he's head over heels.

He can't help walking up to Steve, taking him in his arms, and judging by the way Steve's face lights up, his crush might not be so unrequited after all.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #fluff #mutual pining #unrequited crushes #not so unrequited #getting together #steve is a whitney stan for sure #steve is wearing his tiny basketball shorts and no shirt #just imagine steve singing i wanna feel the HEAT with somebody in his little bitty shorts #eddie didn't stand a chance

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inknopewetrust · 22 days

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BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM [he’s a fictional character that doesn’t exist]

IM HAVING HIS BABY [no I’m not because he’s a fictional character]

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puppy-steve · 25 days

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married steddie but they don't live a super lavish life. they're dirt poor, living in a small house at the end of a dead end road that they rent off one of wayne's buddies. steve's a manager at walmart along with robin. eddie's main job is welding but he also does tattooing on the side, so they host a lot of tattoo parties for their friends every other weekend.

there's music and beer and laughing. eddie always asks steve, "you want a new one, baby?" bc all of steve's tattoos have been done by eddie. he won’t let anyone else near him with a gun. eddie doesn’t give him giant ones, only ones that take up a small-ish patch of skin.

inevitably, there's always teasing from their friends. "we gotta pay for ours, how come you ain't charging him, huh?"

to which steve answers, after snagging eddie's beer from his hand and taking a swig and winking, "oh, don't worry, i'll pay him later tonight."

their friends hoot and holler at eddie's flustered grin as steve smacks a kiss to his cheek.

#eddie's payment is steve dragging him to their bedroom and sucking his dick while their friends are still in the living room #they fuck a lil too and that gets them even more teasing when they come back all flushed and sweaty #cj talks #steddie #married steddie #kinda wanna make a verse about this #trans steve letting eddie fuck his pussy on the couch in front of everyone #theyre not allowed to touch him #only watch as eddie spreads him open and makes him sing so pretty on his cock

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ikarakie · 1 year

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steve's favourite thing to do is interchange the names in songs with people's he knows. usually just as a bit of fun, like singing "gimme, gimme, gimme ro-bin after midnight!" to make her laugh in the car when she's had a bad morning. or, "i wish that i was dustin's girl!" in a horrific impression of suzie that makes the kid body slam him in retaliation.

so one day, when him and eddie are hanging out in his kitchen, amicably flitting around each other as they make food, he can't help himself. the drums start up from the radio in the corner and a smile spreads across his face, because he thought of this one weeks ago and has been dying to use it.

he whirls around and points at eddie, who's looked up at the sudden movement, with the business end of a wooden spoon. "oh, eddie you're so fine! you're so fine, you blow my mind! hey, eddie!" he takes a step forward, relishing in how munson's jaw drops to the floor. "hey, eddie!"

he does a sort of half shuffle, half dance around to eddie's other side, where he continues, jumping up and down and shaking his head back and forth with the beat, "oh, eddie you're so fine, you're so fine, you blow my mind!" he gets up in eddie's space, to where they're practically nose to nose, "hey eddie!"

"oh my god, what is happening?" eddie asks, trying his hardest to suppress a grin. steve continues to dance and sing like an idiot, abandoning the spoon on the counter to grab both eddie's hands and pull his arms back and forth in an attempt to get him dancing too.

by the start of the first verse eddie is half-heartedly bouncing along, watching steve with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. he thinks he's fucking beautiful like this- big blinding smile, full of energy- and takes a second to ponder the turns his life has taken to bring him here, in this moment. where steve harrington is singing a cheesy, upbeat love song at him, having replaced the name in it for his.

steve cups eddie's hands together and uses them as a makeshift microphone, belting out the lyrics to the chorus as eddie giggles along in the background. "-oh, eddie! what a pity, you don't understand," puts his best pouty face and places eddie's hand on his chest, over his heart. eddie's eyes widen. "you take me by the heart when you take me by the hand! oh, eddie, you're so pretty," really fucking emphasises the word pretty. because, damn. "why can't you understand? it's guys like you, eddie!" grabs him by the shoulders and rocks them both back and forth with each word. eddie's hand drops from his chest to circle around his waist, seemingly out of instinct, and fuck, he liked that.

eddie was staring at him now, sparkly eyed and hopeful. steve clasped his hands together at the base of eddie's neck, as he sung, a little less overzealous now, "oh, what you do, eddie, do eddie," as the gap between them got less and less. steve had to work to bite down the grin on his face.

"don't break my heart, eddie." he said, barely loud enough for them to hear over the music. eddie grinned, pressing their lips together as the chorus ended.

it was objectively bad, with the way they both smiled and giggled through the whole fucking thing, but god, who cares. to them, in that exact moment, it was the best damn kiss either of them had ever had.

until, that is, when eddie pulls back (very fucking regretfully) and realises something.

"we did not just have our first kiss to 'hey, mickey!' by toni basil." he whispers, in genuine horror. steve throws his head back with such bright laughter, still pressed against him, that it almost makes it worth it.

keyword almost, because then the menace leans back in, all coy, and replies, "i'm never, ever letting you forget it."

#steve plays the song at their wedding AND sings the eddie rendition into his ear #eddie cries like a baby #stranger things #prompt #steve harrington #imagine #steddie #stranger things prompt #eddie munson #steddie prompt #steve and eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #steddie hc #steddie fluff

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stripesofbrooklyn · 2 years

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“Such a sad love deep in your eyes, the kind pale jewel open and closed...with in your eyes...”

#Steve singing

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temptingfatetakingnames · 7 months

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Open mic night was Eddie’s favourite night of the week. It wasn’t often that the group was able to make the drive up to Indy but everyone was finally available this time. Gareth, Jeff and Grant were going in his van. Steve was taking Robin, Argyle, Jonathan and Nancy. Steve hadn’t seemed too interested when Eddie had invited them but he owed Robin something and she forced him into being their designated driver for the evening’s festivities. It would be the first time the groups would be mixing and Eddie was incredibly anxious about it.

He loved Gareth, Jeff and Grant but they had no filters whatsoever and even though Steve might not be a douchebag anymore, he had still been King Steve and that didn’t just go away because they had fought interdimensional demons together. He also couldn’t explain to the guys the real reason he was hanging out with Steve without mentioning said interdimensional demons. So. Eddie was anxious. But it was open mic night and he was going to hope for the best. He fucking loved open mic night.

“Tell me again how you became friends with Harrington?” Grant asked from the back seat.

Eddie couldn’t help but sigh, he had explained (lied) to them all multiple times but they could sense that something was missing from the story.

“I told you! Henderson introduced us. You know how he always went on and on about him, had to see for myself.”

“And you hit it off? Just like that?” Jeff asked.

Eddie shrugged. That was the story and he was sticking to it.

“But why did you have to invite him to open mic night?” Gareth whined.

“Chill out. We’re going to have a good time,” Eddie said as he reached for the radio dial. He turned the music up louder, ending the Q and A portion of the ride.

When they pulled up at the bar, he saw that Steve and the rest of the gang were already there and waiting outside. He parked the van and went to meet them. Steve was standing a bit off to the side, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at Robin. He looked good. A simple black t-shirt showed off his arms and tight acid washed jeans showed off his ass. Eddie assumed Robin had helped him pick the outfit, he had never seen Steve wear black before. Nancy and Johnathan were holding hands and leaning into each other’s space and Argyle was finishing off the last few tokes of his joint.

Robin spotted him and the guys and waved them over.

“Hey, Eddie!” she said with a bright smile lighting up her face.

Eddie tucked one hand into his front pocket and used the other to wave back. “Hey guys, this is Grant, Jeff, and Gareth,” he said pointing at each of them in turn. “This is Robin, Nancy, Johnathan, Argyle and Steve.”

Introducing them all to each other might have seemed a little silly – they did all go to high school together. Well, except for Argyle – but it felt right, too. Eddie wanted them to get along and making introductions felt like a new start. They all nodded at each other, somewhat warily before moving to the door. They didn’t intermingle – group lines still clearly demarcated and Eddie sighed.

Wayne was good friends with the owner of the bar, so he let Eddie and his friends drink a bit. Usually just a pitcher or two of his cheapest beer, which was completely fine with him. Beer was beer as far as he was concerned and he wasn’t going to complain when he was getting it for free while he was still underaged. The place wasn’t too full yet, he liked to arrive a little early so he could get a spot near the front of the stage. He got everyone settled at the table and then dragged Jeff off to the bar to help him with the drinks.

“Hey there, my main man Moe,” Eddie sing-songed as he approached the man behind the counter. He was Wayne’s age with wrinkles around his eyes and grey in his hair. He and Wayne went way back, the best of friends even though they were complete opposites. Where Wayne could be quiet and standoffish, Moe was charismatic and brash – they balanced each other.

“Eddie!” Moe called back and smiled widely at him. “Good to see ya, how’s Wayne?”

“Wayne’s great! He says hello.”

“How many glasses?” Moe asked as he started to fill up a pitcher of beer. “You brought a big group this time.”

“Oh, uh – nine!... Please.”

Moe set the pitcher on the counter before turning to grab and stack a bunch of cups. Jeff picked up the cups and Eddie took the pitcher.

“Thanks, Moe.”

Moe waved him off, still smiling.

He and Jeff made their way back to the table. Eddie was pleased to see that the two groups were intermingling a bit when he got back. Robin was chatting with Grant and Gareth, which made sense – they probably had the most in common. Johnathan and Nancy were sitting side by side, listening. Argyle was currently a space cadet, staring at the popcorned ceiling like it was the night sky. And Steve – well Steve had his arms across his chest and was leaning back like he wished he was anywhere else. Whatever, he could be a grumpy goose all he wanted. Eddie placed the pitcher in the center and Jeff started handing out the cups.

“So, what’s the King been up to since graduating?” Gareth asked and then took a sip of beer. Eddie rolled his eyes. The question was innocent enough but the way Gareth asked it made it sound like he already knew the answer and it couldn’t be anything good.

“Family Video re-opened, so me and Robs have been working,” he said and shrugged, taking the question and the way it was asked in a surprisingly good stride.

“That’s it? Working at Family Video?” Grant chimed in with a smirk.

Everyone could read between the lines of what Grant and Gareth were saying – the great Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, King of Hawkins High graduated but going nowhere – Working a menial service industry job that he probably hated. Eddie didn’t know if Steve had any other plans. He knew Robin and Nancy were all set to go off to college once they graduated but he and Steve had never really talked about their life goals. Maybe he was happy with an easy job and no stress. There were worse things, he supposed. But he also couldn’t imagine getting stuck in fucking Hawkins.

“Yup,” Steve replied. “That’s it.”

“That is not it, Steve!” Robin said from across the table. “Why don’t you tell them –” Her words were cut off when Moe walked onto the stage and announced that open mic night had officially begun.

A cheer went around the room and usually Eddie would be the first one to go up to the mic but he wanted Robin to finish her sentence. It was clear she wasn’t going to when the cheers finally quieted and a man from the back of the room approached the stage. Eddie listened but he found himself distracted; he hated mysteries. Puzzles needed to be solved or else he felt them like an itch in the back of his mind. He would need to bring the conversation back around to Steve later so he could find out what else the man had going on.

When the first performance ended to polite claps, Eddie jumped up to go next. He loved putting on a show. Moe always had an acoustic and electric guitar on the stage for anyone who wanted to use them. Eddie grabbed the electric guitar and strummed a few chords, testing it out before he went up to the microphone. He usually stuck to more rock and roll songs for open mic night over the heavier stuff he performed with Corroded Coffin. It was nice to be able to do both and he loved it when the crowd sang along with him. He finished his slowed down version of For Whom the Bells Tolls with an exaggerated bow.

A few regulars he knew went up after him. Jeff did a great acoustic version of Number of the Beast which Eddie had not expected to work at all. Robin and Nancy did a Blondie’s song together that wasn’t half bad. They had nice voices, and Robin at least managed to stay on key. Blondie was no joke.

They were on their third pitcher, the mood at the table loosened as they talked and sang and drank. Eddie and Steve only had one beer each before switching to sodas – a stipulation of Moes that anyone he brought to drink had a safe drive home. Eddie had never bent this rule, he appreciated Moe giving them a space to come and drink and he wouldn’t get him in trouble by driving drunk.

“Steve! Your turn!” Nancy yelled.

Steve shook his head. “I’m not getting up there. I’m only here because Robin made me come.”

Jeff and Gareth shared a look between them, rolling their eyes.

“Afraid to sing in front of us, Harrington?” Eddie asked. He knew that Steve wasn’t afraid of anything. His dumb bravery would put the strongest barbarian to shame but sometimes heckling worked and Eddie really wanted to hear him sing.

Steve just leaned back calmly. “Not gunna work on me, Munson.”

“Steve,” Robin whined and stretched out his name, “you have to sing.”

“Nope,” Steve responded.

Robin leaned over so she was practically in his lap and squeezed his cheeks together.

“You have to sing, Steve,” she said with the utmost seriousness.

Something passed between them because Steve’s eyes got large and frightened and Robin snickered. She had something on him! Something he didn’t want her to tell them and she was threatening him with it. Good job, Robin!

Steve sighed deeply before heading up the stage as the crowd hooted and hollered.

Robin leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“He’s probably going to sing Tears for Fears or Abba or something,” Eddie said to the group.

“My money is on Madonna,” Nancy chimed in.

Robin snorted. “Duran Duran!”

They all laughed.

Steve grabbed the microphone and took a deep breath, looking out into the crowd. His first note echoed in the room and the talking and laughter ceased immediately, all eyes turned and focused on the stage.

I get up in the evenin’ And I ain’t got nothing to say Come home in the mornin’ I go to bed feelin’ the same way I ain’t nothin’ but tired Man, I’m just tired and bored with myself Hey there, baby, I could use just a little help

Not a sound could be heard from anyone in the room as they all listened in rapt silence. Steve’s voice was ethereal, perfectly pitched, beautiful. Eddie had never heard anything like it.

You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

The thing was, Eddie liked Steve. He was a better person and friend than he could have ever expected of the former king. But he was a surface level person, what you saw was what you got. He could be sassy and mean and didn’t seem to dive too deeply into his own feelings. Steve was simple and he liked simple things. He was Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington for Christ sakes, he could not have the deep well of emotion and pain that he was conveying in this song.

But he did.

And he was.

Eddie turned to Robin and hissed in her ear as quietly as he could, “did you know about this?”

But she was looking at Steve just as dumbstruck as the rest of them and slowly shook her head.

You sit around gettin' older There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders Come on, baby, the laugh's on me

Steve was baring his goddamn soul. And maybe Eddie had still been judging him too harshly on who he used to be – because they had fought a fucking war together. But it had always seemed to just…glide off Steve. They must have missed it – the darkness and loneliness in his eyes that Eddie was seeing now. They were all seeing it now. Nancy and Robin were both staring at him like they had never seen him before. Eddie was ashamed. How often did he lament people for thinking they knew him? For judging him on his looks before they even tried to know him? And now he had done it, too. But this was worse because Steve was his friend… and he hadn’t seen it. He had seen a piece of the man and assumed it for the whole.

Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carvin' you up alright They say you gotta stay hungry Hey baby, I'm just about starvin' tonight I'm dyin' for some action I'm sick of sittin' 'round here tryin' to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now, baby, gimme just one look

This blew all of his preconceived notions out of the water. Steve was singing like his goddamn heart was breaking and no one in the world understood him. It was a masterpiece and Eddie was floored. Absolutely floored. He had heard Dancing in the Dark a million times. But Steve… The way he sang it gave the words such a deeper meaning. It was beautiful and haunting and pained. It changed everything about the song… and everything he thought he knew about Steve Harrington.

You can't start a fire Worryin' about your little world fallin' apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancin' in the dark Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

He held the last note, beautifully pitched, before he let it go. The room was silent, everyone as awestruck as Eddie. After a pregnant pause everyone erupted into cheers and whistles and Steve dropped his head as a blush starting creeping over his cheekbones – his hair falling over his face. Adorable.

Oh. Oh no.

No. No. No.

He did not just think that.

Appreciative eyes followed Steve as he made his way back to their table and Eddie bristled. He wanted to growl and bare his teeth at them all.

“You have the voice of an angel, my dude,” Argyle said.

“Thanks man,” Steve said as he sat back down.

Robin immediately attacked him, shoving him and screaming, “what the hell was that?”

“You wanted me to sing! So, I sang!” he yelled back.

“I didn’t know you could sing, Steve! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Steve shrugged. “Never came up, I guess.”

“Never came up!? Neve came up?” Robin’s voice kept increasing in volume and incredulity. Eddie was right there with her. “I am betrayed! Betrayed, Steve!”

Steve rolled his eyes at her dramatics. “Calm down, Buckley. It was just a song.”

“It wasn’t just a song though, was it?” Nancy asked quietly.

Steve tensed up and ducked his head but not before Eddie saw something dark move through his eyes. He wanted to ask if Steve was okay, wanted to drag him somewhere quiet where he could talk to him and ask him questions and find out what was behind his eyes – what was behind that song. Eddie wanted to split his skull open and peer inside and learn everything there was to know about Steve Harrington. He couldn’t take his eyes off him, was begging desperately in his head for Steve to look up, to look at him, too.

Who are you, Steve Harrington?

Eddie’s mind itched at the unexpected puzzle.

Part 2

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #Steve Harrington can sing #steve x eddie #robin buckley

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missjashin · 1 year

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Wayne finding Eddie and Steve sleeping together and he is taken aback but not because Eddie sleeping with a boy or not even because he is sleeping with Harrington. No, he is taken aback because the boy is sleeping soundly with Eddie. His Eddie. Who happens to be snoring like a jackhammer.

And yet there Steve is. His head resting on the juncture of Eddie’s neck and shoulder, basically having his ear right on the level of Eddie’s mouth, but face relaxed like nothing has ever bothered him in his life.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #perks of having your hearing worsening I guess??#Eddie can talk loud sing loud and listen to loud music #makes sense to me that he can also sleep loud #lol this is silly #also Wayne my beloved #I don’t think Eddie snores every night but when he does it’s the actual earthquake of Hawkins

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wynnyfryd · 1 year

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“Lemme in,” Eddie mumbles, lifting Steve’s arm to dip under it and tuck into his side.

“So demanding,” Steve laughs, but he lets himself be manhandled by his cuddlebug boyfriend. Eddie’s always a bit of a needy brat after he comes; Steve pets his hair and welcomes him in.

He curls into the offered space, pressing an ear to Steve’s heart, all those sex-frizzed curls catching on Steve’s stubble, and he throws an arm around him, settles in with a contented squeeze.

Steve goes back to reading his book. His eyes move diligently across the page, but his focus flows like river water over smooth bed stone: too slippery to catch hold, too inevitably drawn home by the tide, the waves singing Eddie, Eddie, Eddie as they break against the shore.

Eddie starts humming a tune under his breath just as Steve starts to nod off, and Steve looks down at him through drooping lids, his heart clenching with some unbearably soft thing. He kisses the crown of Eddie’s head. “Whatcha singing?”

“Mm,” Eddie smiles gently, “just some Patsy. Your heart’s beating at the perfect tempo for it. Here, listen.”

He takes one of Steve’s hands, laces their fingers together and rests them both against Steve’s chest, and he croons to the rhythm of Steve’s slowly thudding pulse.

“See the pyramids along the Nile.”

Fuck, his voice is gorgeous. Low and deep, a soft, rumbly baritone with just a hint of gravelly rasp.

“Watch the sunrise on a crocodile.”

Steve smiles as his accent slips out, that subtle, rural twang that makes him pronounce it crocky-dile. The unbearably soft thing swells in his chest, seeps into his limbs; sinks into his bones.

“Just remember, darlin’, all the while… Come on,” Eddie squints up at him, “do you not know your Patsy Cline?”

Steve bites his lip. His heart’s going to explode. “I love you,” he sighs. The words slip out so easily. Second nature, like Steve’s said them a million times before.

He tenses when he realizes that he hasn’t. He hasn’t said them, not to Eddie. Not until right now. “Shit,” he blanches, “I, uh—”

“Nuh uh,” Eddie cuts him off, his smile widening to show off all his cute teeth, his pretty dimples, his sparkling brown eyes. “No take backsies, baby,” he teases, barely holding back a bubble of delighted laughter at Steve’s expense.

Brat. Steve holds his gaze.

Eddie’s smile falters, falls away entirely as his lips part softly and his eyes go hooded and Steve’s stomach clenches with want. Eddie brings their hands to his mouth, sucks a wet kiss to their interwoven knuckles. “Will you say it again?”

Steve trembles. “I love you.”

Another kiss. A gentle bite. “I love you, too.”

#some tooth rotting fluff for your monday #eddie’s singing ‘you belong to me’ by patsy cline #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #my fics #steddie fic

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tubesock86 · 7 months

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steve is a George Michael fan and u know it

#I recently read Andrew ridgeleys memoir and I’m on an INTENSE wham kick #also I can picture steve singing his heart out to everything she wants #wham!#george michael #stranger things #steve harrington #fanart #my art!#tubesock86

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songbirdofthenight · 5 months

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Big Dick Steve

MDNI SMUT UNDER CUT 18+ Please

Warnings: SMUT Fem!reader x Steve Harrington, p in v sex, subspace implied, unprotected (be safe irl please), slight dacryphilia, sub/dom dynamics (if ya squint), pet names (baby, honey…..), praise kink, riding

Let me know if I missed any, enjoy!!

After a long day of work, you and Steve laid peacefully beside each other on his bed. Music softly hummed in the background, fading between a handful of soft rock songs. Steve’s hands were all over you, one tangled in your hair, and the other sliding across your waist. You laid there, on your side, pressing close up to his body enjoying the warmth between you two. “Have a good day?” He asked, brushing strands of hair away from your face. “Mhm, ‘was tiring.” You smiled softly back

“Yeah? You wanna get some rest?” You shook your head, pressing your hands to Steve’s chest. “No, have another idea.” Steve flopped to his back, pulling you on top of him. His hands softly landed on the side of your head pulling you in for a kiss. His parted lips connected with yours, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. A quick kiss soon turned into your lips couldn’t drift away from each other, Steve’s tongue gently poking at your lip awaiting for approval. Your lips parted wider, letting him explore your mouth. Tongues swirling against each other and lead to needy whimpers and moans from you both. Steve had a leg propped up between your thighs. Unconsciously you started grinding against him, whining as your panties caught your clit.

Slowly, one of Steve’s hands drifted down your neck, to your clothed breast. He squeezed and groped your chest, waiting for more pleasure filled moans to fill the air between you. You pulled away for a brief moment, staring down at his gaze. Steve let his hands drift to the waistband of your pants, thumbing between the fabric of your pants and panties. “Can I take these off?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded fervently.

Steve pushed the fabric away from your waist, watching as you wiggled removing the garment from your waist.

“Impatient, pretty girl?” He laughed, you turned back frowning. “I mean no offense,” he threw his hands up.

You hurried your face quickly into his neck, “There’s no need to be embarrassed, honey. Just wanna tease you a little that’s all.”

“That’s mean Stevie.”

“I’m sorry Princess, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelin’s.”

You pouted, face staying perfectly hidden. Steve took the opportunity to run his rough hands down the skin of your back. His hands traced your spine, moving down to your ass, taking the time to massage each side. Slowly his hands worked his way to your thighs, nudging your chest slightly asking for you to let him in. You picked your chest up, giving his arms room for entry. His calloused hands work their way to your lower abdomen, leaving light, soothing traces to being you back to him.

“Sit up for me, honey, can you do that for me?”

You nodded, lifting yourself from his neck. “There’s my girl,”

Steve’s hands pressed against the inners of your thighs, pushing them further apart. The burn of the additional stretch quickly subsided as his fingers landed perfectly on your clit. You moaned at the new sensation, practically falling back into his propped knees.

“Careful, honey, feels good doesn’t it?”

“Uh huhhhhh” you moaned out, grinding your hips against his stomach. “Want your cock, Stevie, wanna ride you.”

“Okay baby,” his fingers slowed to a stop allowing you to readjust. You lifted yourself, lining up with his beet red cock. “Go ahead honey. Lemme feel you sinkin’”

You took a second, starting to sink down onto his cock feeling how big he was, stretching you out and making you feel so full.

“That’s it pretty girl, you can take it.”

“Nuh uh it’s too much”

Sinking all the way down, you moaned loudly. The new feeling of full was almost overwhelming.

“Go ahead, move those hips for me.”

Your hips struggled to move without the help of his hands guiding you.

“That’s it, good girl.”

“Can feel you h-here.” You stuttered out placing your hand on your lower tummy. Steve slid his hand from your sides pushing lightly on the spot earning a loud cry from you.

“S’ too big Stevie, can’t do it.”

Steve slid his other hand down, landing his thumb on your clit. He rubbed slow circles pulling your mind from the discomfort.

“Just let go, pretty girl, let go for me, ‘kay?”

“ ‘kay,” Your body nearly started moving on its own, rocking back and forth on his big cock. You could feel him in just about ever inch of your body, if he wasn’t so gentle you were sure he’d split you in half. The ache and burn from his thick cock was almost too much. Sobs spilled from your lips with each buck of his hips. Tears fell decorating your red cheeks.

“ ‘s my big cock too much for you honey? Need to stop?”

“N-no,” you choked out, “so so so close Stevie, gotta cum.”

You wiggled your hips back and forth on his cock, each time leaning a little farther forward until you found the spot that sent your head reeling. Steve took note as your eyes fluttered closed, watching as you whimpered for more.

“Go ahead sweet thing, take what you need. Let go f’me, let it all out baby.”

In an instant your whole world turned upside down. Your head was spinning, stars danced in the air between you two. Your eyes rest half opened, softly gazing down. Your mouth hung open while soft moans and whines filled the air around you. Steve’s brow furrowed, “gonna cum too, pretty girl, gotta get you off ‘kay?” You nodded, Steve pushed his hands under your arms, pulling you off of his cock back to his stomach. “Wanna help me baby?” He reached for your hand taking it with his and wrapping it around his cock. Your eyes twinkled as he used your hand to finish.

Steve came shortly after. Spurts if warm, white cum hit your back, trickling between your hands. His chest heaved as he finished, waiting for your collapse. His hand released yours, slowly helping you fall forward. “Still with me pretty girl? Have I lost you?”

You mumbled dizzily. “Here Stevie, ‘m here.”

“You did so good for me baby, wanna get you cleaned up okay?”

“Nooo, wanna stay here n cuddle.” You protested.

“Soon as I’m done cleaning you up, baby, soon as I’m done okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffled out.

Steve lifted you from his lap, placing you carefully on your stomach beside him. He placed a quick kiss on your forehead and got up to grab a cloth for you both. In a few seconds he was back, wiping your lower back clean. You hummed as the warm cloth swept across your back. “Almost done baby,” he spoke softly, the cloth tangled it’s way between your fingers. Steve finished quickly, disappearing again.

“Stevie?” You called out.

“Yeah honey?” He called back.

“Where are you?”

Steve shuffled quickly back to your side. With clothes in hand. “Right here baby, got some clothes for you. Can I put these on?”

“Mhm,”

“Okay honey, gonna move you.” Steve carefully slid panties onto your legs, making sure to take his time and care for his girl. Shortly following, he slid a pair of soft sleep shorts onto you. “Can I turn you over honey?”

“‘kay,” you mumbled sweetly.

Steve carefully turned you to your side, and onto your back. “Hi honey,” his soft brown eyes gazed into your lazy stare.

“Hi Stevie,”

“This is my least favorite part, gotta cover the girls.” He joked.

“Do you haveeeee to?”

“Yeah, honey, I do.” He sighed.

“A kiss goodnight couldn’t hurt,” you smiled. Steve leaned over you, softly kissing your tits. “Goodnight girls, get your beauty rest, would love to see more of you soon.”

You giggled at Steve’s comment. “Come on honey, let’s get you up and put this on.” He shook the shirt in his hand. His free hand slid under the small of your back, supporting you as you sat upright. Steve pulled one of his older tees over your head, watching how the fabric fell across your body.

“Back down?” He asked. You nodded as you payed yourself back. Steve wasted no time joining you in bed, quickly pulling the blankets of your bodies. His arms were wide as you wiggled your way closer. “Good girl,” he smiled. “Did so good for me tonight honey, gonna make you the best damn breakfast you’ve ever had when we wake up.”

You smiled, “love you Stevie.”

“I love you too, Princess.”

#songbird singing #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things smut #I wanna bang him so bad #giggling

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Steve and Eddie don't like each other at first. Or, no, that's not quite right. They're still bonded from everything. They're friends, sort of, but they don't spend time together outside the group, have trouble talking one-on-one.

Steve doesn't think about it much. So, he and Eddie won't ever be real friends, okay. He's a little disappointed, but mostly he doesn't understand how he feels about the other guy. He's always anxious when Eddie's around, clumsy and stuttering, infected with Robin's tendency to nervous chatter. It doesn't make sense. It's just Eddie. But that's the thing. It's Eddie and Steve doesn't know how to act around him.

And Eddie? Well, he spends a lot of time avoiding Steve because the fucking cascade of butterflies he gets every time Harrington is around. He knows what it means, knows even he isn't immune to the Harrington charm, but he needs to be. He needs to keep his heart safe. So, he keeps his distance because Steve Harrington is not for him and never will be.

It changes during movie nights. First it's teasing Dustin and Mike, mocking whatever horrible movie the kids put on, and then it's inside jokes, and playful bickering, and evenings with just the two of them drinking beer and sharing joints.

Then it's August. It's too hot everywhere and Steve's parents are home, so they're in Steve's car, driving with no destination, a couple joints in Eddie's jacket pocket and a six-pack in the trunk. They're listening to a mixtape Eddie made Steve, a bunch of metal. Steve still doesn't get it but there are a couple of songs he enjoys. Rainbow in the Dark starts--this is one Steve likes, reminds him of Eddie and not just because it's Dio. Sun filters through foliage and into the car windows, backlighting Eddie's curls like he's some kind of deity, beautiful and ethereal, not part of this world.

Steve starts singing along to the music, can't help himself. His friend throws him a beaming smile, big enough that Steve thinks his heart stops. He smiles back. He and Eddie sing the rest of the song together, and Steve is...he's content. He's happy. He hasn't felt this way since--well fuck--since 1983. Their eyes meet again, gazes linger, warmth pools in Steve's chest and low in his stomach.

Oh. He thinks. That's what this is. It settles something inside him, the knowing.

Time passes, they get closer, share a bed most nights. Doesn't matter where as long as they're together. Sleep better this way, both of them.

They're at the trailer when it happens, sharing a joint, loosely tucked against each other in bed.

"I've never had a friend like you," Eddie says. His eyes stay fixed on the smoke he exhaled. "I know you and Robin are--like, I get it. But you're--for me--"

"Yeah," Steve agrees. He flushes from his chest to forehead. "For me too."

It's enough, they both think. They're standing on the edge of more have been for months, but this? This is good. There's no need to push, to force. They're hurt, Steve thinks. They're healing. And they have time.

Corroded Coffin plays their first show back at the Hideout in December. Steve's never seen Eddie like this, performing. His shirt is cropped and artfully torn, his jeans more rip than pants. He's wearing eyeliner and his hair is wild. And the way he moves, sinuous and sleek, hips thrusting in a tantalizing rhythm as he shreds on the guitar. Steve wants so badly he feels it in his teeth.

He finds Eddie smoking behind the Hideout after the set. His eye are too bright, his smile manic, the adrenaline keying him up to the highest setting of Eddie. Steve knows he matches the energy, can't help it.

Eddie throws himself into Steve's arms, wrapping around him tight enough that no space lingers. The musician presses his face into Steve's neck, nuzzling, lips pressing against his pulse point. They touch always, share a bed and cuddle, but never like this; nothing like this. Steve pulls Eddie closer, and groans at the mutual swivel of their hips.

Eddie's breath comes in panting bursts, and Steve thinks, "here it is, finally, finally," but the door next to them bangs open and they jump apart at the noise.

Their friends and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys come out, frolicking and shouting, complimenting Eddie on the show. If anyone noticed them embracing, notices the way they both adjust their clothing to hide their matching arousal, they don't say anything.

Steve wakes early the next morning, early enough that Eddie doesn't even stir beside him, hair wild and eyeliner smeared.

He gets out of bed, starts breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, Eddie's favorite. He's so intent on cooking that he doesn't hear the other man come up behind him, doesn't realize he's even awake until a warm body presses to his back, long-fingered hands slipping under his t-shirt, tracing the scars on his stomach. He leans into it without a thought. They touch all the time, but they don't touch like this.

"Watcha making, sweetheart?" Eddie whispers.

"Your favorite," Steve answers.

Eddie makes a little sound, almost a whimper, and presses his face to Steve's neck. Steve lifts his chin, leaning into Eddie and offering more. Warm lips press against his jaw, down to the moles on his throat. A moan slips from his lips as he grinds his ass into Eddie's hardness. The other man groans, grabbing at Steve's hips.

Somewhere in the press of their bodies, Steve has the presence of mind to turn. He lifts his hands, cups Eddie's jaw, thumbs caressing the stubbled, scarred skin of his cheeks. "Okay?" He asks. His voice shakes.

Eddie's eyes are wide, shining, and he swallows hard. Steve knows he's overwhelmed, knows that the words won't come. Instead, Eddie nods, and finally finally they kiss.

Steve is flying. His blood soars in his veins, his heart lifts off. It was always supposed to be this. Always supposed to be them.

It was slow. It was easy. It was small jokes, and long looks, and little touches, and singing in cars and best friends and sharing beds.

His heart belonged to Eddie Munson for months. It will belong to him forever.

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