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eddie’s new roommate sure does get into a lot of fights.
a spider-man!steve story.
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6 bruises of steve’s + 1 of eddie’s.
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01 Feb 2026
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forwards beckon rebound by m4zzyst4r (cinematicghibli)
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
08 Nov 2025
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“Harrington,” he croaks - god why, why do I have to sound like that in front of him - he clears his throat, continuing, “you couldn’t have done me a favour and let me die in that shithole, spare me from Dustin?”
Steve finally turns to look at him, grinning madly. Fuck, Eddie thinks, fuck this is so unfair. You’re just standing there looking at me like that, smiling, all broad and pretty and scarred up, fuuuck.
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Alternatively titled: the Steve Harrington bisexual crashout of 1986. Because vecna might be dead- but repressing your feelings (and trying therapeutic D&D with the direct cause of your identity crisis)- is quite enough to be getting on with.
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17 Jan 2026
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“You need sleep, sweetheart.”
With his fingers on Steve’s jaw, he had the unexpected delight of feeling the rush of heat that suffused Steve’s face at the nickname.
“’m fine,” he mumbled, mouth slightly squished in Eddie’s grip. He hadn’t made any effort to extricate himself, instead watching Eddie with glazed eyes. Eddie would be very appreciative of the expression under different circumstances, but as it was, he felt mostly concerned. And a little horny, but mostly concerned.
“Sure you are, sunshine.” He let go of Steve’s face, and the boy swayed toward him. Eddie stood, and reached down to pull Steve up with him, ignoring the whining. “Nope, you’re taking a nap,” he said, voice allowing no protest.
Of course, Steve protested anyway. “Eddie, I’m at work, I can’t just take a nap—”
“Really?” Eddie says. “That’s gonna make this a really interesting phenomenon. Cause if you can’t and then you do, well some great law of nature of physics must have been broken, and we’ll get to document it, and we can make millions of dollars selling our discovery—”
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Steve ignores his trauma by making sure everyone else is okay, and Eddie soft doms him into taking care of himself
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13 Jan 2026
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Long night with your hands up in my hair (Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs) by CricketCat
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
20 Jul 2025
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At some point, Eddie’s hand had made its way to Steve’s bad knee, massaging it gently in soothing circles. It was like magic, the way the deep ached subsided just enough for Steve’s posture to slump. He felt like putty under Eddie’s fingertips. Tension melted away from him as Eddie continued his work over his kneecap to the beginning of his thigh. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and let out a contented sigh.
“Do you want me to stop?” Eddie asked quietly.
“Huh?”
“Steve,” Eddie whispered. “Do you want me to stop?”
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OR Steve Harrington comes to terms with his migraines, chronic pain, bisexuality, and his relationship with Eddie Munson.Bookmarked by pollutedlove
13 Jan 2026
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The first thing to go is the wallpaper.
The walls are the same as they were when Barbara got taken, that same white and blue checkered pattern he’s followed with his eyes for endless hours after every stint in the Upside Down, after Billy Hargrove and the pack of demodogs and the terrifying nightmare of the underground russian base, and Steve can’t stop himself from shivering in his sweat-soaked pyjamas, tossing the covers to the side as he rolls off the bed. He can feel his heartbeat in his throat, and his vision is blurry around the edges, skin stretched tight over whatever the fuck is brewing inside his body.
His gaze snags on the edge of the wallpaper, the little corner that is folding up under the light switch and Steve—he rips it off. Claws at it with the type of blind fury he’s grown intimate with.
This is what he’s good at.
OR: Steve inherits a house that has never felt like a home. He starts fixing what’s broken, finds help in unlikely places, and somewhere between paint cans and late-night talks, he learns how to build something that lasts.
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09 Jan 2026