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Steve melts every time Eddie calls him a pet name.

Sweetheart, darling, baby... Every time Eddie uses any one of these Steve feels his insides become goo and a strong urge to fall into his boyfriend's arms and just stay there.

His favorite one is Princess, but he tries not to show how much he actually loves it when Eddie calls him that; he's got a reputation to uphold, after all.

(It's an useless effort, though, because Eddie is more than aware Steve loves being called Princess, and he makes sure to use the pet name as much as possible when they're alone.)

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AU where Eddie has been arguing with someone via writing on the bathroom walls at the movie theater about how the new Star Trek movie sucks ass. Eddie thinks it’s the worst movie he’s ever seen but this guy says that it’s great and Eddie is an idiot for ‘not understanding’ it.

Eddie thinks he’s arguing with some sci-fi nerd but he’s actually arguing with the king of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington.

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OMG, I started the Single Dad Eddie and Nurse Steve AU because I thought it was cute, but now I have at least three more headcanons about Eddie, Steve and Corey being a family.

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Cuddling 💞

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🪑

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Eddie complains non-stop when the weather is cold.

It's kinda funny, really, because he's always saying how he hates summer and the stifling hot weather, but he's no better when it gets cold. Robin ran out of patience to deal with it a long time ago, but Steve thinks it's cute.

"My hands are getting numb," Eddie whines, pouting like a kid and dramatically laying his upper body over the counter at Family Video. "I think they are freezing for real."

"Then wear gloves next time, dumbass," Robin says, from her place at the register.

"You're so mean, Buckley."

Steve chuckles. "Here, let me," he says, taking Eddie's cold hands and rubbing them with his gloved ones.

His cheeks burn, but he can't take his eyes off his and Steve's joined hands.

"Please, stop flirting in front of me."

"Mean, Buckley. Mean!!" he then turns to Steve. "Keep going, sweetheart. Don't listen to the mean lady."

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Steve's bi-realisation coming from watching gangly limbed Eddie Munson running track for PE credit and those Hawkins High Shorts ™️ showing off so so much leg.

And he's so pale and littered with tattoos. And the second Eddie finishes his last lap he dramatically falls on his ass, sitting with his legs splayed on the brick red track.

And in Steve's head the exact words "those legs are like a spilled notebook of crude doodles and glorious art" followed immediately by "am I writing fucking mind poetry about Munson's white boy legs? fuck am I gay?".

He will learn about bisexuality in 14-22 months and a lot of things will click into place.

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Maybe a little cheesy couple like, but whatever haha

Let’s give them these kind of summer day

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Under the Spotlight [Part I]

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson hate each other. At least that's what the press is saying. Also known as the Actor!Steve AU.

It starts like this: Steve is in Los Angeles. He’s just began shooting his new period drama show and the first round of promotion is starting as well.

Personally, Steve doesn’t like this part of his job very much. It’s tiring, and also kinda boring, talking to the press. They’re always asking the same questions, always trying to make Steve give out more information about his personal life or trying to get on his good graces by flattering him in the most obvious ways. If he could, Steve would stick to just acting, but he’s still not famous enough to skip talking to the press and going to events if he wants his shows and movies to catch the public’s attention. So, he sucks it up and tells Robin she can let the reporter in so Steve can start his sixth(?) interview of the day.

The woman is nice enough, he guesses. She asks about the show, what Steve can share with his fans, what his fans can expect of this new role. Then, of course, just like every single reporter that came before her, she asks how Steve felt about working with Nancy Wheeler for the first time since they broke up. It’s so predictable that Steve would roll his eyes if he could. Sadly, he can’t. It wouldn’t be polite of him; it wouldn’t look good. So Steve plasters one of his trademark smiles and says the same thing he did to the other reporters.

“Nancy is a great actress and one of the best friends I have. Working with her is always a joy.”

And it’s not even a lie. Nancy is great and she is one of his best friends. Their relationship ended, yes, but it was a mutual understanding, and they parted in good terms, with no bad blood between them. They broke up almost two years ago, there’s no reason for things between them to be weird anymore.

That’s not what the press wants to know, though. They just want Steve to let something slip so they can explore it, distort it and publish it as truth. Steve’s been in this industry for enough time to know how it works.

The reporter seems unimpressed by his mild answer. She insists, mentioning Jonathan Byers, Nancy’s new boyfriend (fianceé, actually, but that information is not public knowledge yet) just to see if she can get a reaction out of him. Poor woman, she’s gonna have to do better than that.

When she realizes Steve’s not going to give her anything, the woman deflates. She moves on to other topics, prods Steve a little about his personal life, but her heart is not there anymore, Steve can see it.

“Alright, Steve, we’re almost done here, I promise,” the reporter (Anna? Anne?) says. “We asked your fans to send us questions on our Twitter page and selected a few.”

“Okay.”

The woman takes a minute to go over her notes.

“Okay,” she says, straightening her posture on the armchair she’s sitting. Steve does the same, more out of respect than anything. “@lysa_07 asks: did you always want to become an actor, or did you think about following a different career?”

“When I was in school, I played basketball and wanted to go pro. I was pretty good, actually, some universities offered me a scholarship and everything, but I got injured when I was in my senior year. Had to go through knee surgery and eight months of PT just to be able to walk by myself again.”

“So acting was your second choice?”

“At first, yes. But looking back I think I’m better off where I am right now. I loved playing basketball when I was a kid, but by the time I got injured it was more about winning than anything else. The fun I used to feel when I was playing was not there anymore because I was always worried about failing and letting my team and coach down. So, I guess even if I didn’t get injured, I would eventually have given up on basketball anyway. Living under that kind of stress is not for me.”

Nodding, Anne(?) types something on her tablet. “Yeah, I get that. I was on the soccer team in high school, the pressure really is crazy,” she agrees. “Okay, second question. @harringtons_fan_5_ever: What do you like to do in your free time?”

Steve chuckles. “Call me lame, but all I want to do when I have free time is go home, see my dogs and sleep as much as I can. There’s nothing better than that.”

“They don’t travel with you? Must be hard being away from them for so long.”

“They’re old dogs, travelling is too stressful for them now. And, yes, I miss them like crazy, they’ve been with me for over ten years.”

“Oh, I see. I hope you get to see them soon, then.”

Another pause as the reporter types something else on her tablet. Steve takes the water bottle on the small table beside him and takes a sip, his throat a little parched after talking for so long. He hopes the woman is being honest and they are almost done, because Steve can’t wait to get the hell out of here.

“Last question is from @justaccoffingirlie,” she says. “It’s two questions, actually. First, she asks: In terms of music, what are your favorite genres? And follows with: what do you think about Corroded Coffin’s last album?”

“I guess pop and classic rock are my main choices when I’m making a playlist,” Steve answers, thoughtful. “Sorry, but what was that second question?”

“What do you think about Corroded Coffin’s last album?”

“Is that a band?” he asks, a small frown forming on his face as he tries to make sense of whatever the woman expects him to answer. “I’ve never heard of them before.”

“Yes, it’s a metal band. They’re very popular, their new tour has been sold out for months. They released their third album a couple of months ago.”

“Seriously? People listen to a band named Corroded Coffin? Wow, I had no idea.”

For the first time since the interview started, the reporter smiles brightly, nodding once again, this time with more enthusiasm.

“Yeah, they’re pretty big, you know!?” she says. “Their fans are very passionate.”

“Oh, good for them, I guess.”

“It sure is. Thank you very much for your time, Steve. We should publish this interview in two weeks. We’ll send all the details to your team when the article comes out.”

“Sure. It was great talking to you.”

In retrospect, Steve should have suspected something was not right. Anna had looked too satisfied by the end of their little chat. But he suspected nothing. After almost two hours, Steve just wanted to go back to his hotel room. He had a plane to catch that night and an eight-hour flight to Europe awaiting him.

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Two weeks later, that interview he’s given is the last thing on Steve’s mind.

The make up team is working their magic on him whilst Steve reads for the last time his lines for the scene they’re about to start shooting that morning. Nancy is in the chair beside him, chatting with the hairdresser as the woman works on her as well. It’s all a little chaotic, but familiar enough for it to be relaxing in a way.

That is, until the door to the make-up room is slammed open and a pissed off Robin shows up on the threshold.

“Robin? What happen—” Steve begins to say but stops when Robin starts beating him with what seems to be a rolled-up magazine.

“You are a dumbass!!” she says, hitting him with no mercy. “Why do you do this? Do you fucking hate me, Harrington?!”

“What the hell, Robin!? Stop!”

The make-up artists scramble away from the woman, letting Steve all by himself to deal with her. Traitors!

“You. Are. An. Idiot!” she says, furious.

Steve grabs her wrist when she tries to hit him again and takes the fucking magazine out of her hands. That doesn’t stop her; Robin just starts slapping him with her bare hands.

“Hey, Robin, come on, stop hitting him,” Nancy, beautiful, sweet Nancy says, coming to Steve’s rescue. She grabs Robin’s arm and pulls the other woman away from Steve, forcing her to sit down on the chair she had previously been using. “Breathe, Buckley, you’re not making any sense.”

“You want me to make sense? I’ll make sense. I’m gonna kill this fucking idiot!!”

Steve gets up from the chair before Robin can reach him again. “You’re crazy!”

“Of course I am! You’re always trying to make my life difficult by opening your big, fat mouth. Why can’t you shut up, Harrington? Why?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t say anything.”

“Yes, you did!”

“What did he do, Robin?” Nancy asks, just as confused as everyone else in the room.

Robin takes a deep breath, massaging her temples.

“Look at the fucking magazine, Steve,” she hisses.

Still lost, Steve unrolls the magazine and looks at its cover. It’s him. It’s a picture from a photoshoot he did a month ago, his name printed in big yellow letters announcing his interview on page 17.

“They published my interview, so what? Why are you pissed at me?” he asks, staring at the flattering picture with narrowing eyes. There’s no mention of Nancy on the cover, which is good in his humble opinion.

“I’m pissed at you because you are a dumbass who doesn’t know how or when to shut up. Why did you have to mock Corroded Coffin? Have you lost your mind?”

“I did what?”

“Oh, Steve,” Nancy says, mournful. “Tell me you didn’t do that.”

“I have no idea what she’s talking about, Nance, I didn’t mock anyone.”

Nancy grabs the magazine from his hands and opens it, flipping pages until she finds Steve’s interview. Her eyes roam over the page for a moment, then she lets out a small sigh.

“’When asked about Corroded Coffin’s new album, Steve Harrington claimed he has never heard of the band before and found funny the idea of a band with such a silly name being so famous,’” Nancy reads aloud, whilst Robin glares daggers at him. “’Seriously? People listen to a band named Corroded Coffin? Wow, I had no idea.’”

“I never said their name was silly!” Steve defends himself.

“But you implied it, that’s more than enough for these people, you know that,” Robin says. “What were you thinking, Steve?”

“Oh, come on. You’re overreacting, Robin. No one’s gonna care if I find a band name funny or not. Relax, woman.”

“Sorry, Steve, but Robin is right,” Nancy says, closing the magazine and giving it back to Robin. “Corroded Coffin’s fans are crazy loyal. They’re gonna go nuts when they read this.”

“Not you too, Nance.”

“But it’s true, Steve. Seriously. Corroded Coffin has one of the biggest fanbases I’ve ever seen. Their concerts are always packed. I went to one of their concerts with Jonathan last month and the crowd was insane; they screamed so loud my ears were ringing for hours after the show.”

“If they’re so famous, why haven’t I heard of them before?”

“Because you’ve been listening to the same ten artists since High School, that’s why,” Robin says, flicking him on the forehead. “Pray to God that their fans don’t take this shit to heart, Harrington. Because if they do, they’re gonna make your life, and by extension my life, a living hell.”

“At least he didn’t say anything about Munson,” Nancy laughs. “Now that would be a bad call.”

“Who?”

“Oh my God, you’re hopeless,” Robin groans, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.

She throws the magazine at Steve, then storms out of the room, slamming the door shut and without looking back.

Steve frowns at the magazine in his hands, his own face looking back at him from the cover as if mocking him somehow.

Robin was just overreacting, right?

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finally finished this :3

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Eddie is the fun parent and Steve is the strict one, sure. But let’s talk about the times Eddie gets mad.

Their kids would be throwing tantrums or being difficult for the sake of being difficult and Steve would try to deal with them. A teenage daughter getting frustrated because Steve won’t let her go to a party everybody is going to that weekend because they’re supposed to visit grandpa Wayne back in Hawkins.

She tries to argue, to plead, but Steve keeps saying no. It’s been three months since they paid Wayne a visit and it’s his freaking birthday so, no, she can’t miss the trip and go to a party. And in the middle of their argument, their daughter screams “I HATE YOU!!” to Steve with such rage that Steve stops, stunned.

When he recovers from the shock, he just says, “Hate me all you want, you’re still not going to that party,” then leaves their daughter’s room.

Five minutes later Eddie comes in and closes the door quietly behind him. Their daughter is about to snap at him too, but she closes her mouth when she sees her Papa’s dead serious expression. He crosses the room and stops right before the bed, where their daughter is sitting, and looks her straight in the eye.

“Listen here, darling, you’re gonna put on the best regretful face you can, apologize to your father and you’re gonna mean it. Do you understand?”

“But—”

“Nah, ah. I don't think you're understanding. This is not a discussion, so I'm gonna say it again. You're gonna go downstairs right now, you're gonna apologize to your father and you're gonna mean it. Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Good. You’re also grounded for however long I’m still pissed. So, if I were you, I’d be in my best behavior when we visit Wayne this weekend.”

(Nobody makes Eddie’s husband cry. Not even their own daughter.)

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Eddie always thought that he was the biggest freak in Hawkins. But once he finally lucked out and managed to bag the golden boy Steve Harrington, he realized how wrong he'd been. Because everything that left Steve's mouth always appalled him.

Often, they could be doing mundane things together and Steve would casually bring up all kind of kinky stuff he wanted to try out with Eddie. And though Eddie didn't know what the hell was CBT, he still jotted it down for research later. At least, Steve didn't notice the crack in his voice when he agreed to spank him for fun.

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Good news: I started writing the Actor!Steve AU. Like, I'm turning that headcanon in a proper fanfiction.

Bad news (?): it's gonna be longer than I thought it would and I'll have to split it into several posts.

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I heard we’re in Steddie Summer again

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Steve spends a summer with his grandparents, learns how to knit and gets addicted to it.

He starts off small, knitting socks and scarves he then gives to all his friends. The socks are a little lumpy and the scarves way longer, or shorter, than they should be, but Steve looks so proud of them no one has the heart to say anything. They all wear their gifts anyways because Steve is so happy when he sees it.

But then he gets good. Like, really good. The socks and scarves are soft to the touch and keep the Party warm even on the coldest days of winter.

Steve knits a red beanie for Robin, because she keeps complaining about how numb her ears get when she has to walk all the way to Family Video on the days Steve is not working. He also knits a purple one for Erica when she accuses Steve of playing favorites with Robin, then a yellow one for Max and an orange one for El.

When he learns how to knit sweaters, Steve spends hours on end working until he makes at least one piece to give as a Christmas gift to each of his friends. Dustin and Eddie get two sweaters each, because they are his favorites and Steve is not ashamed to admit that.

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Steddie where Steve and Eddie are childhood friends because Wayne used to work for the Harringtons and the two boys end up growing up together.

It’s all good and well whilst they are kids. Steve’s parents don’t mind their friendship because they are sure the boys will eventually grow apart as time passes and their different upbringings become more obvious.

The problem is that their friendship just gets stronger with time and, by the time they’re in High School they’re inseparable and Steve’s crush on Eddie is so embarrassingly obvious anyone with eyes can see it.

The Harringtons are not happy when they realize their son is getting way too close to the Munson kid, and things get ugly when Richard Harrington is made aware that most of Hawkins believe Wayne’s nephew is queer.

They send Steve away. Send him to a boarding school in New Jersey, where Richard’s mother lives, and don’t even give him a chance to say goodbye to anyone.

Their efforts are useless, though.

Steve finds a way to keep in touch with Eddie by sneaking out of school to send him letters. The school eventually finds out Steve is sneaking out and contacts his grandmother, his closest family, to let her know what’s happening.

When she asks Steve about it, he tells her everything. He tells her his parents sent him away because they found out he had feelings for another boy and people around town were saying shit behind his back, that his father didn’t let him say goodbye to any of his friends and that he’s lying to everybody that Steve got a scholarship in some fancy school.

“Dear Lord, I knew Richard was a dumbass, but I had no idea how much.”

And that’s how Steve ends up getting his grandmother’s help and they come up with a whole plan so he can keep sending his letters to Eddie without his father knowing.

By the time Steve graduates, he and Eddie are happily dating. They elope as soon as both of them are free from High School, and only Wayne and Steve’s grandmother get the courtesy of knowing their whereabouts.