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A soft press of hands would pass his own, pinky fingers would link, and Eddie’s aching would worsen.
Eyes would meet, and Eddie would force his shut. Unable to stop his feelings from bleeding through his irises.
Beer would be shared, and casual specks of spit could be seen dancing upon their lips.
Not in the way Eddie would like, but it would have to do for now.
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A collection of Steddie Ficlets.
Tulips in the Kitchen;
The coffee pot’s dripping had slowed when Steve looked up to see a sleep-addled Eddie shuffling down the stairs.
Steve grinned, Eddie had stolen one of his old swim shirts. It was huge on him.
Big enough to showcase his shoulders, which happened to be littered with love bites.
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Based roughly a month after The Battle of Vecna;
Eddie is released from the hospital, while Max remains comatose,
Vecna is alive, with his whereabouts unknown,
And Steve is about to have one hell of a Bisexual awakening.
*one day i will return to this and it will be phenomenal... but today is not that day - this work is currently unfinished, however it does have plans to be finished. i have a 10k google doc outline for this fic, it will eventually see the light of day. until then, i am leaving this up for those who can read unfinished works <33
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Things were weird in Hawkins. The fields were rotting, there was something in the woods, and Steve Harrington's Beemer had a new problem every week.
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- Part 9 of masterlist of my stranger things works
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In 2073, the world is still moving forward despite arid climates and the quick relay race between man and machine. Within the walls of the hospital center at Vecna Labs, Steve Harrington has just woken up after an accident inside the depths of the classified sections of the lab. Stricken with amnesia, he is brought to Edward Munson’s home to recover and to be observed during his recovery after experimental treatments had brought him back from the brink of death.
In Edward’s home, Steve finds question after question. Why does Eddie seem to hate him so much? What do all the observations have to do with his accident? What exactly is going on with his malfunctioning mind, and what does this all have to do with Creel and Vecna’s tech monopoly? All the while, Steve struggles with the feeling that there was something more to his relationship with Eddie that he can’t quite understand.
Bookmarked by pissybat102
15 Oct 2023
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Outside, Eddie is standing on his front step, his hair tied loosely back in a knot, clad in nothing but a pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt. And balanced in his hands is…Steve guesses it’s supposed to be a pie. The crust is all fucked up, looks a little like the puckered expanse of Eddie’s hip.
It’s the most beautiful pie Steve’s ever seen.
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Or: Three times Steve silently says "I love you", and the one time Eddie says it back.
Bookmarked by pissybat102
20 Apr 2023
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this is so sweet. fluffy with a tinge of smutty, and beautifully written, poetic and kind.
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eddie: oh god
oh no god please no
FUCK
FUCK FCUK FUCK FCK FUCK
NOBODY LOOK NOBODY SCROLL UP
PLEASEnancy: did you actually just sext the fucking group chat
eddie: so. like
Or, Eddie accidentally sends a sext to the group chat. Chaos ensues.
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- Part 9 of collection of st texting fics
Bookmarked by pissybat102
18 Apr 2023
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"Why don't you come visit me in the city in the Spring?"
Steve Harrington is a burnout. Since the defeat of Vecna, he's been stuck in a rut. In May of 1991, he decides to visit Robin at college in order to try and get out of his head. Maybe hit a few parties, see the sights. But what he finds is much more than he expected.
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A Canon-compliant mystery!
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Bookmarked by pissybat102
10 Apr 2023
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phenomenal mystery story, i’ve never read anything like it before, especially in this fandom. 11/10.

