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Steve’s still figuring Eddie out. Like how he'll wheedle and give Steve shit for an offhand remark or tone of voice. It’s not like Tommy, where there was always something darker looming behind his cocked brow or narrowed eyes. The wrong kind of look meant tipping the scales towards an inevitable violence.
With Eddie the wrong look will get cigarette smoke blown in Steve’s face. The wrong words will get teased and playfully flipped back in a way that makes it feel like Eddie’s gently humbling him. Like each time Steve’s face goes warm with embarrassment it’s another strike to the long-dead King Steve. It’s mostly harmless. It’s intriguing. It’s the type of game Steve wants to understand so he can play it back.
Or, a totally unoriginal post-s4 summer fix-it fic where Steve questions what he’s scared of, what he wants, and where Eddie Munson fits.
Plus—how did Eddie learn how to braid hair?
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11 Mar 2026
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Stiles hadn’t been in Beacon Hills in five years, hadn’t seen Derek in nearly as long, when he got the text:
New number: (+530) 365-2421
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An abundance of overeating and geekery, dangerous caffeine/sugar cereal addictions, surprise werewolves, bird insults, purple-eyed shrimp, reincarnated serial killers (it's cool, he has a leash), poorly played professional baseball, and a love story. In that order.
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10 Mar 2026
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The result of the quiz isn't particularly convincing.
What his dick does in response to the gif below is harder to argue with, however.
Derek doesn't help.
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09 Mar 2026
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"Munson residence," he answers absently, pinching the phone between his shoulder and ear, freeing up his hands even though he hasn’t yet decided what to grab. Is any of the salsa even good still?
He doesn't even entertain the notion that someone might be calling for him; anyone wanting to talk to him would be using his shiny new-old radio. (A well-loved heirloom of Dustin's, apparently thitherto relegated to a desk drawer since it didn't have enough juice to handle all of the Cerebro updates the little nerdling had wanted to install. Eddie is Gollum-precious about the thing, and none of the little shits can ever know.)
But, contrary to all his expectations, on the phone a voice says: "Eddie! What's up?"Bookmarked by suretus
09 Mar 2026
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no better to be safe than sorry by bottlerocket32557038
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
01 Jan 2025
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It’s a Thursday afternoon when Steve finally decides that enough is enough.
It’s been weeks of this - this thing with Eddie, and Steve is over it. He’s over being distracted, and flustered, and embarrassed, and fucking…confused about everything when it comes to Eddie. He knows what his problem is. His poor brain is just fried, too many hits to the dome, and now it’s crushing on Eddie because it thinks that Eddie is a girl. And Steve knows - okay, he knows - that it isn’t true, but there’s still some deep and dark and hungry part of his mind that doesn’t buy it. That sees long hair, and pretty eyes, and a slender frame, and wants in a way that Steve knows he shouldn’t. He can’t.
And after mulling it over for a few hours, the solution seems clear.
Steve just needs to see Eddie’s dick.
or - the "can I look at your dick" fic
Bookmarked by suretus
09 Mar 2026