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She came to him with a broken heart; little did he know that fixing it would bond theirs both together to the hells and back… oh yes, i did that

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Hopefully tumblr doesn’t nerf the quality of this like last time 🥲

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WIP

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close …closer…

(What if Eddie survived.)

（Eddie was going to give a show，and Steve wore Eddie's denim vest to see Eddie）

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Part I

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“Trying to steal the spotlight, Harrington?”

“No, baby, I figured we could share it.”

from “Cut It Loose, Watch You Work The Room” by @wormdebut | art by @doomcheese

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MERRY CHRISTMAS WORMY 😘🎄😘🎄😘 @messessentialist and i know how much you love doom’s art so we commissioned her to draw the kiss scene for you sorry we drooled all over your present lmfao

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Reunion at Skull Rock 📍

Commission for Anne Forbes on twitter.

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If there is something that Eddie Munson deeply hates about Steve Harrington is the irrevocable fact that he always wins whenever they play Uno cards.

Every.

Single.

Time.

It has been like that for years, and it riles him up like no other thing. Well, yes, Eddie is a sour loser, mainly because he is not used to lose at playing games. He is good at almost everything, but playing Uno with Steve? He always goes down in the most humiliating way.

The worst part is that Steve isn't even cocky about it, or rubbing his victory in Eddie's face, he just looks at Eddie. Stares, really. He stares, and Eddie knows his expression means "why do you even bother, man?" He just knows. It makes him so mad. Especially when he sees the shadow of a smirk forming in Steve's lips, or when Steve slowly rises one of his eyebrows as he wins for the fourth time in a row.

And when that happens, Eddie always storms out of the room, mumbling shit about it being a stupid game.

Which is really fortunate, to be honest. That way, Steve can calmly sit up and gather the bunch of cards he had been hiding under his thighs for the past forty five minutes.

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the best present

for @steddiemicrofic December challenge pine

wc: 508 | rated g | cw: a/b/o dynamics, bad parents | tags: soulmates

Ever since he was a young pup, Steve had a fascination with Christmas.

The joyful sound of carols being sung, the delicious treats that melted in his mouth, the bright and colorful lights strung all over the place, but especially… the smells.

Spicy cinnamon sprinkled on top of hot cider in a mug placed into his cold hands. Freshly baked sugar cookies just taken out of the oven by his mother. Most of all, the calming scent of a recently cut pine tree, chopped down and decorated as a family to be displayed proudly in the Harrington’s living room.

It’s been years now since Steve’s parents came home for the holidays, but still that specific scent stays firmly in his memories like an old baby blanket that he can’t quite bring himself to dispose of.

Pine smells of home and love and being wanted.

He misses it.

Not in the way one typically misses their parents (knowing you’ll see them again soon enough, but still wanting to hear their voice and hug them tightly). Rather, in the way a person flips through a photo album to reminisce over days long past. Aware that they’re done and gone. Wishing for just another glimpse, another chance.

But Steve knows they aren’t coming home again.

And he’s lonely. Lonelier than any omega ought to be.

When he’d matured and presented as such, it finally made sense: why his dad couldn’t love him, why his mom didn’t know what to do with him…

Why he now actively avoids the smell of anything pine around Christmas time, in the hopes that it might not punch him in the gut every single time.

Truthfully, he hates Christmas now.

“Your total will be $7.99, sir.”

He tosses a ten out of his wallet and grabs the box of cookies from the counter, eager to escape the bakery. The sooner he gets to the Christmas party, the sooner he can leave and spend the rest of his Christmas Eve at home by himself, as usual.

Steve turns the corner hastily as he leaves the bakery and practically bumps into someone, almost dropping his full box as he steps back on the sidewalk in order to avoid collision.

He nearly topples backwards, but something stops his fall.

The stranger in front of him immediately apologizes, still grabbing at Steve’s shoulders to steady him.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry! I really should’ve been looking where I was going and I could’ve hurt-”

He stops speaking abruptly and Steve finally looks up from the treats he managed to save, curious as to what could’ve possibly interrupted the apology.

They lock eyes and then the sudden warmth that blooms in Steve’s chest leaves no room for question as to who this alpha is to him.

Smelling distinctly of fresh pine and just smiling softly at Steve, one of the alpha’s hands slides up to gently cup his face instead.

“I’m Eddie and… you are the best present I could’ve asked for this year, sweetheart.”

This man is his fated soulmate.

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It's 6pm in the evening, and despite the chilly breeze and loud, meaningless squabble of teenage boys, Erica is positively gleaming.

Because really, karma is such a beautiful thing.

It was only a week ago when Steve Harrington, in all his ken dollified glory, had pushed up his ridiculously pretentious sunglasses and glared across the school courtyard with all the scorn of those rich, quick witted, but tragically single aunts she sees on TV.

"Him? Seriously?" Steve had asked, face scrunching into his signature affronted scowl.

And listen, Erica is fully aware that being 11 years old means that sometimes, occassionally, gross boys will find a way to weasel into the growing part of her mind that craves companionship. And if said gross boys happens to have greasy hair and occassionally wear the same hoodie for a week– well, thats her own business.

It certainly has nothing to do with Steve-I hit on every girl that breathes- Harrington, who by the way, had literally only been there to pick her up because her parents were out of town.

So his little speech about knowing she can do better than the humanoid version of a sewer rat– who even calls a kid that??– Well it wasn't appreciated. Curse the guys surprising observational skills, because Erica swears she'd only sighed dreamily at Carter once.

Which is why watching Steve right now, leaned back against his car with the same practiced nonchalance he uses in the presence of pretty girls, as he stares across the heads of the boys, right at Eddie Munson, is nothing if not absolutely wonderful.

Because Eddie Munson is the same guy who has at least one grease stain on every single one of his shirts. Who still chews with his mouth open sometimes and smells of enough weed to probably get a little kid contact high.

Oh this is just precious.

The boys are piling into the back seat, still so engaged in their argument that they don't bother questioning her pre-called shot gun. Not that they can anyways, Erica's pretty sure they're all mostly scared of her. As they should be.

Steve gets in last, says something over the hood of his car to Eddie, who laughs loudly in response as he backs away towards his own van. For someone who's turned down every offer to be their hellfire pickup ride in the past, Steve doesn't seem to have any qualms anymore- and it's like what? Only his third time picking them up?

But now it all makes sense. Paints a perfect little picture of heaven-granted irony.

The moment Steve ducks under the car door, Erica leans over, there's a conspiratorial glint in her eyes as she musters every last bit of bite in her little body, spins it all into a whisper for just their ears.

"Him? Seriously?"

Steve stares blankly at her first, but it only takes one glance out the window, at Eddie's retreating vehicle, for things to click.

The look of embarrassment– and oh wow, is that a little bit of fear?– on Steve's face is so satisfying, that Erica thinks it's enough to satisfy her instigating needs for the next 24 hours.

"Oh shut up." Steve hisses, bristles in his seat when he clocks the widening of her grin.

Good, Erica thinks. He should be uncomfortable.

No one disses her crush choices without serious repercussions. Especially not when God offers them freely into her ever so opportunistic 11 year old hands.

This right here is a once in a lifetime chance and Erica intends to milk every single second of it.

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Send a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you what song on my Spotify wrapped it is!

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Single dad steve has a full time job so he ends up asking eddie to babysit his daughter from time to time, what is he doing? His best

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It’s Not a Big Deal

by AidaRonan

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley/Vickie (offscreen) Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Wayne Munson Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Accidental sugar daddy Steve Harrington, Recreational marijuana use - Freeform, Smoking, Dungeons & Dragons References, Angst, gay angst, Pining, Surprise! The feelings are more requited than anyone thinks, Happy Ending, Not Canon Compliant, Steve Harrington Has a Bisexual Awakening, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, accidental confessions, supportive father figure Wayne Munson, Closeted characters and implied period-typical homophobia, No Smut, rated M for language; drug use; and one brief sexual situation, References to past bullying by Steve’s friends, Steve Harrington Plays Dungeons & Dragons, Podfic Available Words: 11,708 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Eddie survives, but his entire life is locked away in the Upside Down forever (his books, his DnD stuff, his guitar.) Everything that wasn’t on Eddie when Steve carried him into the ER, gone. So naturally Steve starts giving him things. Handing Eddie back those little outward markers of who he is.

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HELLOOO steddie nation we are so fucking back

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Steve likes to watch youtube videos of a guy who restores old consoles. It soothing to him, it relaxes him. He likes watching how he restores them, fixes them, makes them look brand new.

He also enjoys watching him work for… other reasons. Weirdly, he thinks the guy is kind of hot, even if he never shows his face. He looks fit, with the way his shirts stretch over his chest and are loose on his tiny waist and he’s always wearing cool belts, black leather with studs or chains. He likes the way he moves around, manic and a little clumsy but incredibly precise when necessary.

Steve especially likes watching his hands, thick strong fingers, bony wrists, noticeable veins, and short clean nails that sometimes have chipped black polish adorning them.

He sometimes thinks about those hands when he's alone, but, well… no one needs to know about that.

🎮🤲💖

Eddie has a fairly popular youtube channel… And a huge crush on his next-door neighbor. He simply cannot decide if the dude is cutter than hot or vice-versa.

'He sure is nice, though,' he thinks, when one day he gets a large package of replacement parts that he’s struggling to get inside and the guy walks up to him, asks if he needs any help, and takes the heaviest box with no effort at all.

He says his name is Steve and then stares at Eddie's hand for a really long time when Eddie extends it for him to shake after getting the boxes inside his studio.

He hears Steve’s little 'oh', under his breath and then sees him blush prettily before mumbling ‘He needs to go, now.' And stumbling out of Eddie’s place.

Eddie chuckles to himself as he watches him leave, definitely cute AND hot in equal parts.

🎮🤲💖

A few weeks later Steve's mom tells him she needs help getting rid of some of his nonno's old things and he finds a LOT of cool stuff that look just like the ones Eddie restores on his channel.

He and Eddie have been slowly getting friendlier over these last couple of weeks and he’s been dying to have an excuse to talk to him more, so he takes the items home and then goes to Eddie's and very nervously tries to offer them to him but doesn't know how to explain he knows he's a youtuber without looking like a weirdo because Eddie’s never shown his face.

He stumbles and blushes a lot, barely making any sense and Eddie mistakenly thinks he's trying to ask him out and says, 

"I'd love to go on a date with you," Smiling and hiding his dimples behind a lock of hair he's been playing with since the moment Steve started stuttering.

Steve completely forgets what he was trying to say or do and says he'll pick him out at 6.

The date is amazing, it feels like they are meant to be. They get along so well, talking, laughing, and already making fun of each other as if they’re old friends. And they are definitely attracted to one another. If the way Eddie practically tackles Steve with his rush to get his mouth on him when they get back, it’s any indication.  

Steve is very on board with this and he enthusiastically kisses him back. They kiss desperately as he fumbles with his door handle to get it open. When he succeeds, he walks them backward into his place not wanting to stop kissing Eddie, but stumbles and falls flat on his ass.

When Eddie turns on the light he sees Steve sprawled on top of a bunch of boxes full of old technology. A lot of emotions go through his face, ‘he’s so expressive’ Steve thinks a little enamored, having still not realized how much trouble he’s in.

But Eddie looks confused, then shocked and scared, and finally, angry,

"Steve, what the fuck?"

‘Oh, shit…’

“I can explain!” he says immediately, standing up and walking toward Eddie as he backs away,

“I didn’t want to ask you out-” Steve starts but interrupts himself when Eddie huffs, turns, and starts walking towards his own apartment, “Shit, fuck! No- That’s not what I meant, Eddie! Wait-”

He turns again and glares at Steve but then his eyes go wide, “Steve,”

“Please, let me explain-”

“Steve-”

“I did- do! Want to ask you out! I like yo-”

“Steve!” Eddie screams and Steve stops, shocked, and finally focuses. Eddie is staring at him and he’s so pale even his freckles have changed color. But no, wait. He’s not staring at him, he’s staring at his arm and Steve looks down to see… a lot of blood.

“Oh,” he says faintly. He must have cut himself on a sharp edge when he fell. Too worried about Eddie, he hadn’t even noticed the pain, but now that he’s seeing the cut, it fucking hurts.

“Oh,” he says again, realizing he’s feeling kind of dizzy, ‘that's way too much blood,’ he thinks.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie huffs, takes off his flannel shirt and wrapping it around Steve's arm, he pulls Steve by his other hand toward his van.

“Oh no, your cute shirt,” he mumbles and hears Eddie snort before he slams the door of the passenger seat and goes to the driver’s one.

They go to the hospital in silence. It's tense. Steve tries to explain himself but Eddie shuts him up harshly, tells him to save his energy.

Even so, when they get there, Eddie still holds him gently by his good arm as he helps him inside. He tells the nurse what happened because Steve is having a hard time focusing right now and then tells him he’ll wait outside for him.

He gets stitches and a tetanus shot just in case because he doesn't remember when was the last time he got one and gets weird looks when he refuses painkillers, but no arguments. He’s given a little juice box and is told he can't get up until he finishes it.

A few seconds after the nurse leaves, the door opens and Eddie walks in. Steve looks up and smiles at him, but Eddie doesn’t smile back and Steve shrinks a little on himself.

Eddie sits on the chair facing the overbed table Steve is perched on and sighs, moving his hand in little circles motioning like, ‘Well go on. Explain yourself’

Steve looks around the room and thinks about where to start. He can't look Eddie in the eye, so he stares at the little juice box in his hands. It's got a cartoon orange in the front. The drawing it’s awful and kind of scary.

Taking a deep breath, he starts, “I've been watching your videos for a long time now. I have- I am- I-”

He fumbles for what to say, even if this date is already ruined…it's not exactly a good first date topic, is it? How fucked up he’s inside.

In a flash, images of his father’s violence, running from home with his mom, going to live with his nonno, taking care of him as he slowly lost his mind with age while his mom worked her ass off to feed them, getting cheated on, losing his “friends” because he didn't want to bully freshmen, working as a babysitter and getting almost beat up to death by his kid’s stepbrother… he shakes his head and shrugs,

“I've been through some…stuff” is what he says in the end, looking up at Eddie. He doesn't look mad anymore, his expressive eyes look concerned. Steve worries about what was it Eddie saw in his own expression, but it surprises him how easily he read him. He’s usually so good at hiding it. 

He breathes in again and keeps going, “Your videos, they calm me down when I've, sometimes I get anxious and-” he clears his throat, again, not wanting to tell Eddie about the panic attacks, the nightmares.

But it seems he doesn't have to, Eddie looks at him like he gets it.

It makes Steve want to keep talking, “Watching you work, seeing you fix things, leave them like new, no sca- marks, no problems, just working again and beautifully clean. It makes me feel better.” 

Eddie gives him a small smile and Steve returns it, “I really like your hands…” he blurts out and then closes his mouth quickly, blushing furiously.

Eddie’s eyes go wide and then he smirks and stands up slowly walking up to him and taking Steve’s hands on his own, they both stare at their joined hands for a while, the touch feather-like and soft.

“You recognized me because of my hands?” Eddie asks him a little incredulous.

Steve giggles, “I saw the logo for your channel on your studio that day I helped you with the boxes,” he clarifies sheepishly.

Eddie blushes and opens his mouth in a silent ‘oh,’

Steve draws small circles on Eddie's knuckles with his thumbs, “When I came over today, I was just trying to offer you those stuff at my place, they were my grandfather's” he explains, “I didn’t know how to say I knew who you were without looking like a weirdo and I got nervous and you thought I was going to ask you out and I wasn’t planning to but you are so beautiful I-

Eddie kisses his cheek and Steve shuts up and looks at him surprised,

“I’m sorry I freaked out,” Eddie says, “I thought- I don’t know what I thought- I was just upset you didn’t actually like me.” 

And Steve immediately answers, “I like you” a little too excitedly.

Eddie smiles at him so warmly it makes his heart rate pick up, “Good. I like you too.”

He blushes and looks down at their hands again unsure, “Do you really? Even tho I’m…”

“What?” Eddie asks, squeezing his hands reassuringly.

“Broken?” Steve whispers.

Eddie hums and drops his hands to hold his face, “Not broken, baby” he says lovingly and kisses the crease between Steve’s brows, the top of his eyelid, his nose, and the corner of his mouth. Then hugs him and Steve buries his face on Eddie's neck, and breathes him in.

A minute goes by or an hour, Steve is not sure, and Eddie leans back enough to kiss him again softly and whispers, “Some things don't need to be fixed Steve, just held.” 

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the hardest math of all is basic addition </3

+ steve playing dnd is all I want