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Things Found Stashed with Harrington’s Old Things

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[another one i never posted]

[this one was actually made for a playlist i made , the art based on some 90’s au, but the playlist is based on the canon timeframe]

[originally made: 01.08.23]

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the current state of fandom needs to be old yellered immediately. im loading up the shotgun as we speak

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Robert Sean Leonard in My Best Friend is a Vampire (1987)

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he looks like a cat to me

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Family

A @steddiemicrofic written for the prompt "sign".

507 words, no warnings. Rating G. Additional tags: Steve's grandpa, coming out, meet the family (implied)

“It’s not like it was new to me,” Grandpa says, “Gay people. I have met them before.”

“What… when?” Steve asks.

“In the war,” Grandpa shrugs. “Always a few, saying they were- you know. Most of us reckoned they were going for a Section 8.”

“That’s M*A*S*H,” Steve protests.

“Well, where do you think they got the idea?” Grandpa winks at him. “But two men in my regiment. They were sweethearts. I saw them once. Clinging to each other, like I wished I could cling to your grandma.”

Steve swallows. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Grandpa shakes his head. “It wasn’t my business. I’d forgotten, mostly. Then when you told me you were -what’s the word? Bisexual?”

Steve nods. He’s not sure he can speak.

“I thought of them again,” Grandpa continues. “Good men, both of them.” He picks up the photo on the mantel that’s been there as long as Steve can remember. Grandpa and his regiment, somewhere in the Pacific. He points to a man, basketball under one arm, the other around the neck of the dark-haired man next to him.

“Pat,” he says. “He must have carried that basketball through three different bases.” He smiles. “And his young man,” he moves to the man next to him. “Mack. He wasn’t one for basketball. But he could sing like a bird. Played the guitar too. Good men. Good friends.”

“Did they,” Steve swallows. “Make it home?”

Grandpa nods. “They were lucky.”

He sets the picture down carefully. “But that was a long time ago, and I don’t know how things work now, it's practically the nineties! So I got a book from that shop in Lakeview.”

“Shop?” Steve asks, mind whirling.

“I thought I’d got the wrong place at first,” Grandpa shrugs. “But there was that sign in the window – the rainbow. So I went in and said my Grandson had just uh. Come Out. And I wanted a book to help me look after him.”

“I’m twenty,” Steve protests. “I don’t need looking after.”

“It’s always my job to look after you,” Grandpa says. “Anyway they were very nice. They said I could come back with questions. So I did. And then some of the girls had trouble with their landlord, so I gave them some advice.”

“Girls?” Steve asks, thinking of Robin.

"A lovely bunch of young ladies," Grandpa sounds approving. "Cazz came all the way out to help me tune up the Buick. Said I'm not to take it anywhere else but her garage. I get special rates for family."

"Are you replacing me with a lesbian, Grandpa?" Steve asks.

“Never.” Grandpa pulls him into a hug. “You’re still my favourite.”

“Good,” Steve says.

“Now, you didn’t drive all the way here to talk bout the Buick.” Grandpa says. “So what brings you here?”

“I want you to meet someone,” Steve says. “I asked him to give us thirty minutes. He’s always late but-”

The bell buzzes-

“I think that’s him.”

“Your young man?”

“Eddie.” Steve says. “His name is Eddie.”

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Bat Guy

written for the @steddiesongfics flash challenge

song inspo: Fluff by Black Sabbath | wc: 666 | tags: brief mention of death and grief, older Steddie, the upside down happened but they all got out alive, established relationship, reminiscing about the past, husbands in love | also on ao3

   "Ozzy is dead."

Decades ago, Steve would've needed more than those few words to know why his husband's face suddenly falls, eyes shining with unshed tears. But after 39 years together, he understands Eddie even without words.

   "I'm so sorry, baby. "

He might not quite get the emotional whiplash Eddie seems to be experiencing right now, but he's been with him long enough to know where it's coming from.

That's another legend gone. One that formed generations of musicians such as Eddie. One of the greatest of his time and beyond.

And it hits him, too. Because Steve might not be the most devoted fan in the history of Black Sabbath's existence, but Ozzy Osbourne is a name that brings back memories. Some of them he wishes would stay buried forever. But one in particular makes his heart ache in all the best ways.

The memory of shoulders brushing and getting lost in deep, dark eyes. Of tentative smiles and warmth in his chest. Of kindness and confessions in a rare and short moment of peace.

It's where it all started; the moment he realised he was totally and utterly gone for the man he would marry one day.

Steve walks over to where Eddie is sitting at their kitchen table, phone in hand, eyes locked on the screen where the news pay tribute to the late Prince of Darkness.

He wraps his arms around Eddie's shoulders form behind and presses a kiss to the top of his hair. It's shorter now, and mostly grey, but his waves are still thick and so much softer than they had been all those years ago, thanks to Steve's continuous care.

Steve remembers the first time he got his hands into the unruly mob, back when Eddie was too weak to take care of himself, still healing from the fight that had almost taken everything from them. Remembers the broken body, curled up in the bath tub, both arms slung tight around his knees. Empty eyes staring holes into the tiled wall while Steve gently worked his fingers through tangled curls.

They've been through so much. All those sleepless night, all the pain, all the months spent fighting to get back on their feet - literally, in Eddie's case.

The memory still makes the scars on his soul itch, even after all this time. But in the end, it's what brought them together. And for that alone, he'd do it all over again if he had to.

   "Can you play me the song?" Steve asks, causing Eddie to turn and look up at him, still with sadness in his eyes but half a smile on his lips.

   "Now?"

   "Now is perfect, don't you think?"

Eddie groans when he gets up, the old bones not as agile as they used to be (although he refuses to accept that), and Steve follows him to the studio in the basement, where Eddie grabs his precious guitar and pats the empty space beside him on the sofa in the corner.

The melody fills the room, and it immediately takes Steve back to the day Eddie had picked up his guitar for the first time after… everything. Frustrated at himself because his fingers refused to work like they'd used to, ready to just give up.

But Steve wouldn't let him.

   "Remember what I said to you?" he asks, a big grin on his lips.

   "How could I forget! You said, 'Try something slower. Like that song I like, from the bat guy's band'. I never wanted to strangle and kiss someone so bad at the same time."

   "I'm glad you chose the latter," Steve laughs before bringing their lips together.

And just like that day 39 ago, when they were young and broken but so full of hope for a better future, his heart overflows with all the love he has for this man.

Grateful for the life they got to live and continue to cherish until they reach the end of it.

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this was written for @corrodedcoffinfest Media Mania

Kiss me under the bleachers

Prompt Day 28: Never Been Kissed | Word Count: 997 | Rating: G | CW: bullying | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington | Tags: Pre-Steddie, Eddie Munson is bullied at school, Jason and Tommy are terrible, Steve is a sweetheart, Am I a fucking bet? trope (sort of), bonding over M&M's and sharing a secret place

Summary:

“You really don't know? About the prize?” He inquires and watches as Steve looks at him like he's talking an unknown language. “A hundred dollars to kiss the Freak?”

“What freak? You? You're charging people for kisses? The fuck, man. Are you insane?”

For the first time since the whole thing started, Eddie laughs.

Or: while trying to hide from a prank that finally put him on edge, Eddie ends up finding Steve Harrington's hiding spot.

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They put a prize over his head. Quite literally.

Eddie's life has been absolutely miserable for days since Jason Carver decided to prank him in a way he's not able to escape. He's offering a hundred dollars for whoever has “the courage to kiss the Freak” until valentine's day, which means today. So, for the entire week, he's been getting mocking notes, cards, flowers, mockingly flirtatious proposals that vary from pity-partyesque to straight up mean.

After a sophomore guy from the basketball team interrupted his math class to give him a fucking old teddy bear with a bouquet of flowers weeds and read out loud a note from Tommy Hagan saying his girlfriend Carol would kiss him if he got tested for rabies first, Eddie decided it was enough.

He should've left school grounds altogether, but Wayne is home and he doesn't want to come up with an excuse. Plus, the rumor has gotten so big that people around his age are approaching him on the streets as he goes along with his day. It's mortifying. Not that he cares about the fact that those people pity him or are disgusted by him, that's a known fact and he pities them back for doing such stupid shit just to stay in the graces of some popular shitheads with nothing for brains. But it's still humiliating.

That's why he ends up going to hide under the bleachers hoping that nobody is there or that he can scare off whoever is.

He just wants to dwell on his misery alone.

Except Steve Harrington is already there. Sitting on the floor, walkman by his side, headphones on, writing something on his notebook. Great. His hiding spot ended up being right at the lion's den.

Eddie tries to go back unnoticed, but Steve looks up at him with a puzzled look right before he can leave. Shit, shit, shit!

“Dude, you're ok?” He asks.

“Please, whatever ya wanna say, don't even start. Just pretend I was never here, please.”

“I wasn't gonna say anything. You just look… Distressed.” For a second he seems genuinely confused and concerned, but Eddie is just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He can't afford to get his defenses down, even if Steve doesn't seem that close to the others anymore.

“Of course I am distressed. I'm sorry I'm a fucking human being and got fed up with your bullshit. Just cut me some slack, ok? I don't wanna hear about how your girlfriend will kiss me or how we can split the money, or–”

“My– who? What the hell are you talking about?” now he looks confused for real. Eddie's not buying it.

“What are you doing here?”

“Trying to get some peace and quiet?” He answers with arched eyebrows “Listen, Munson… I have no idea what's this about but– Pretend I'm not here, stay if you want. Just… Cut me some slack. I need peace, that's all.” that takes Eddie by surprise, because King Steve seems distressed. Worse, exhausted, maybe just as miserable as he is.

“You really don't know? About the prize?” He inquires and watches as Steve looks at him like he's talking an unknown language. “A hundred dollars to kiss the Freak?”

“What freak? You? You're charging people for kisses? The fuck, man. Are you insane?”

For the first time since the whole thing started, Eddie laughs.

“No! Was I just called a harlot?” He mutters to himself “Carver is offering it. The money, for whoever has the courage to kiss me or whatever.” Steve's face goes from confused to disgusted and Eddie is ready to explode in agony for the millionth time when he continues.

“That's some new level of dick.” he sighs “Well, welcome to the hiding place. Sit, no one comes here.”

“Thanks?” Eddie sits, not exactly close, hugs his own knees and rests his head over them. He's so tired of all this. It's hard to admit, but it's taking a lot of effort not to cry. He hears a noise of something sliding through the floor and feels a small impact against his thigh. It's a package of M&M’s. Eddie looks at it, then at Steve, who didn't put his headphones back on but went back to scribbling. Maybe he should question, but he's sad and tired and it's chocolate, so he takes some and slides the package back.

“Sorry, but it doesn't make sense to me?” Steve starts “Like, this prank. If it can be called that. Makes no sense at all. Why would anyone need a hundred fucking dollars to kiss you?”

“Word on the street is that I have rabies, or herpes, or that I'm overall disgusting and a fag?”

“Jesus, just because you're weird doesn't mean you're disgusting.” Steve rolls eyes “I mean– Weird as–”

“Relax. I know I'm weird. I like weird. I don't care, if I'm disgusting then be it.”

“You're not. You probably clean your shoes and put your clothes to wash a lot more frequently than Tommy does.”

“Whatever. Dunno. They probably think it's funny that I never kissed anyone or something.”

“Well, you should kiss someone. When you want to do so.”

“Because…?”

“You're handsome? You're attractive? It's normal for attractive people to make out, if that’s what they want.”

“Why are you hiding?” Eddie changes the subject, ignoring the strange warm feeling Steve's last words gave him.

“Tammy Thompson keeps giving me notes talking about why she likes me. Your hair's pretty this, your smile makes my day that. I can't get any studying done.”

“At least she didn't make a song.”

Steve laughs.

“That would be worse.” She does have a point, his smile can make someone's day. “Be welcome to hide here too whenever you need.”

“Cool. Let me know when you need the space for your making out with attractive people endeavors so I'll give you space.”

“I will.” Steve opens a half-smile and slides back the M&M’s.

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Heads up, UK friends.

Discord has implemented the age verification requirement system per the upcoming law going into affect later this week early, so prepare yourself for other sites, which may include Tumblr given the intent is to target adult content which may affect here because of how it still does get posted here, even if the intended targets are the actual site for it.

As of writing, the official petition to have the Online Safety Act repealed is close to 30,000 signatures, but it's barely enough to garner much attention to where it may be dismissed by Parliament, or may get discussed but not getting to where it'll be repealed to actually figure a system that doesn't carry the risk of private information getting leaked.

So again, please help spread and sign the official petition here.

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Smokin’ in the Boys’ Room ? Nah, Kissin’ in the Boys’ Room.

[originally posted 10.20.23]

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feeling nostalgic… joe keery and post animal i miss you dearly