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"Hair tied back in a loose bun, Corroded Coffin shirt fitted and cropped at the hem, and sporting the tightest leather pants he'd ever seen in his life, was Eddie mother-fucking Munson, standing front and center on the shoddy wooden stage in front of him.
Steve’s jaw dropped, face paling with realization by the second.
It wasn’t some girl's ass he was ogling.
It was Eddie. He was checking out Eddie's ass.
Then he flushed, heat searing down to his toes. He was checking out Eddie's ass.
Fuck."
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Or, When an impromptu trip to the Hideout has Steve questioning much more than his taste in music, he finds himself navigating the intricacies of summer, bisexuality, and, of course, Eddie Munson.
A shiny new rework of Rock My World, 3 years later!
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Eddie wakes from a nightmare about the bats. Again.
About a week ago, Steve Harrington gave him his number with instructions to call if he needed anything. Said number is tacked on Eddie's wall under his Anthrax poster.
555-9878
-Steve H.But it's 3:17 a.m. and Eddie probably shouldn't call. Definitely shouldn't call.
(Eddie calls.)
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Every date Steve has gone to lately has been horrible. It’s impossible that there’s something wrong with the entire female population of Hawkins, so surely there must be something wrong with him.
“Why don’t you take me on a date then?”
“Wh— what?”
“Take me on a date, pretend, of course, and then I’ll tell you if there’s something wrong with you or not.”
Or: Eddie proposes a crazy idea to see if there's something wrong with him, Steve finds the fact that it works is even crazier.
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It had been two and a half months since the end of Spring Break.
Eddie had been cleared of all charges, The Byers were back in Hawkins like they’d never left, Vecna was dead and gone, and everything was back to normal; or rather as back to normal as Hawkins could get.
Unfortunately for one Steve Harrington, his new normal seemed to be not only his inability to get a date, but also his newfound proclivity towards staring at Eddie Munson’s mouth while he dramatically narrated during a five hour Hellfire session, or counting the freckles on the bridge of his nose, or memorizing the patterns in his honey coloured eyes.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
(Now with Eddie’s pov added!)
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The Hollow Heart by Bottan
Fandoms: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
13 Oct 2025
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“Where’s your keeper, huh? Does Sparky know you’re bleeding on my carpets?”
“Thor has better things to do than watch me die,” Loki summoned a fizzling amount of magic, threw Iron Man into the wall with a telekinetic boom, cracked the plaster. It left him shaking where he stood, nauseous, knees weak. Pathetic. “You had better run while you can.”
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Loki doesn’t die in Svartalfheim, but it’s a close thing. Instead he walks between worlds to an enemy’s doorstep—which turns out to be his best chance at survival.