masterlist of steddie ficlets, hcs, blurbs, podfics (this is very poorly organized, my brain doesn’t work that way)
someone gave eddie a polaroid camera and steve hasn’t known peace since
you must have known for a long time (the shape of things to come)
NSFW!! note, this chapter has explicit content!
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part 4
The first morning Eddie woke up from a wet dream about Steve, aching and hard enough to hammer nails, he’d resolved not to do anything about it. He’d lain on his back in his bed, tenting the sheets, listening to the sound of cicadas droning in the trees around him and he’d thought about Madonna until his boner went down.
you must have known for a long time (the shape of things to come)
NSFW!! note, this chapter has explicit content!
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part 4
The first morning Eddie woke up from a wet dream about Steve, aching and hard enough to hammer nails, he’d resolved not to do anything about it. He’d lain on his back in his bed, tenting the sheets, listening to the sound of cicadas droning in the trees around him and he’d thought about Madonna until his boner went down.
there should be plushies of the strange but endearing creatures that live in medieval texts margins
HE!!!!
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but also, they
HER 💜
Steve heard about him through the grapevine. And by the grapevine, he meant the kinds of people he tended to run into at 5 or 6 in the morning, stumbling home in his torn, ratty clothes after running all night under a full moon.
"I heard you're a guy to talk to if someone needs drugs," Steve said, scratching the back of his neck as he sat down at a stool in a hole-in-the-wall bar.
The guy next to him barely acknowledged he was there. A single look in the mirror behind the bar, a sip of a cheap beer.
Steve heard the guy didn't ask a lot of questions.
"Continue," the dealer said, tapping the side of his beer bottle with a finger, a pig-shaped ring clink-clink-clinking on the glass.
"It's a weird one."
"I've had weirder."
"I doubt it." Steve scratched again, this time at his chest where underneath his shirt, his body hair grew in thick, dark patches.
"Try me."
Steve inhaled deep, the scent of various types of alcohol so thick in the air that he almost felt a little drunk just from the smell. "I need enough flea meds for a 250 lb dog."
In the mirror, the guy caught his eyes again. One eyebrow went up and he licked his lips like he wanted to speak. But true to his reputation, he didn't ask. "I'll need a few days."
Steve itched once more, clawing at his thick hair where it curled around his ear.
"If you can do it by tomorrow, I'll pay double."
Alternate timeline — El is found by the Munsons.
(I’m going with a headcanon i saw months ago on here suggesting that there would be no investigation at all cause Wayne would see people in suits on his doorstep, think they’re after Eddie and chase them off with a shotgun so they wouldn’t even bother coming back)
Oh, shiny boy, you've got us all panting.
Come here, trust this process with me. Steve is already here observing the model a bit starstruck. He's about to make popcorn, wanna join?
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