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Okay, very self indulgent but poly!Steddie and the reader gets a masters degree but her family doesn’t come to graduation? Nobody came to mine and it felt pretty sad to see my friends with families but hey! the reader has steddie

Hi angel, I'm sorry you felt alone. Congratulations on getting your masters!!

poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 624 words

Eddie’s still yawning while Steve half-drags him through a row of filled seats. He lets his boyfriend apologize for the both of them as they shuffle past and knock knees with strangers. 

Steve is as huffy as if Eddie’s the one who made them late—as if Eddie spent ten minutes fussing over his hair while his boyfriend idled in the driveway—but damned if they don’t find two seats smack in the middle of the row anyway. 

Eddie skims the rows of graduates. “Where’s she sitting?” 

“I don’t know.” Steve fusses with the flowers—the ones he won’t let Eddie hold, despite the fact that Eddie was the one who went to the grocery store at eight this morning to get them. “There’s not that many grad students, we should be able to see her. Shit, I should have gotten a program.” 

“I got you,” Eddie soothes, passing Steve the leaflet he snatched from a table on their way in. Steve takes it without comment. Eddie’s about to snark at him, but when Eddie yawns again Steve leans to the side, offering Eddie his shoulder as a pillow. 

Eddie smiles and kisses his boyfriend’s cheek. “You’re welcome, asshole,” he says warmly. 

“So many speeches,” Steve mutters. He’s just as tired as Eddie—seriously, whose idea was it to have your ceremony at ten in the morning?—but twice as grumpy. He perks up, though, when he looks up from the program. “There she is.” 

“Hm?” Eddie picks his head up from Steve’s shoulder, looking out over the rows of graduate students. 

He doesn’t know how he didn’t spot you before. This time, his eyes find you like a compass finds north. You’re turned around in your seat, looking up into the crowd of friends and families with a searching gaze. Your lips have a sad little pinch at one corner. With everyone around you radiating pride and excitement, you look small. 

“Hey!” Eddie shouts. Steve flushes, shushing him. “Hey, that’s my girl!”

“Shut up,” Steve hisses, covering Eddie’s mouth with a hand like Eddie won’t just lick it (he does). “Don’t yell, idiot.” 

“Look, she’s looking!” 

Steve joins Eddie, almost resignedly, in putting his hands up for you to see as your eyes skim the area of seats the shout had come from until they finally land on your boyfriends. 

Eddie waves enthusiastically. “Hey,” he says again, quieter now. 

You light up. Your smile bursts across your face, bright and beaming and the most beautiful thing Eddie’s ever seen. He and Steve both mirror it like the fools they are. You wave back at them, and when you eventually turn around in your seat, you look just as happy to be there as everyone else. 

“She looks really good,” Steve says in a reverent tone. 

Eddie scoffs. “What else is new?” 

They’re both a little bit starstruck by you, Eddie thinks. Steve maybe didn’t have as much trouble as Eddie did finishing high school, but neither of them have ever worked as hard as you have in getting your degree. More often than not, it was Eddie who heated up pizza rolls, allegedly for himself but really to push on you so you’d take a study break, and Steve who drove onto campus to bring you coffee between classes. You really earned this. It’s nice to see you basking in it a little. 

There are speeches. Some girl, some dean, blah blah blah. Eddie dozes on Steve’s shoulder until your row stands up to go onstage, and Steve strangles the flowers in his hand as they approach your letter of the alphabet. 

When your name crackles through the microphone, Eddie whistles loudly enough to make the lady in front of them cover her ears. Steve joins him.

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JOE KEERY via Instagram

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"Team up with Charlie, take these kids for a ride"

Joe Keery will never outrun Steve Harrington, and I don't think he wants to

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someone on twt wanted to see steve in a letterman jacket so i edited him in one. was a lot of work, but i think it looks pretty neat?? anywho, figured i'd share it on here as well :))

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readers/fans who support and interact with fics and art, send nice asks (even if anon), respectfully submit ideas, reblog and comment, make fic rec lists - you seriously are the backbone of the fandom. i see you and i love you

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How do people write fics that are like 1000 words? I started working on one last night and by the time I established that Eddie and Reader are coworkers it was like 500 words.

I am too verbose.

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Also as an aside, I have some Steve ideas rattling around in the back of my mind and I have also come up with the stupidest Steddie mini-fic idea ever. In case you guys were wondering.

I should be packing for my conference this week but should I work on my requests instead? New request posted on Friday?

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I should be packing for my conference this week but should I work on my requests instead? New request posted on Friday?

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fanfic writers what font do you write in

i know on ao3 it's all in verdana but when you're drafting the fic in word or docs or whatever

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good news i'm the most fuckable person at this vehicular manslaughter

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I LIKE TO THINK OF YOU AS MINE: APARTMENT ONE

a pick your own adventure fic - steve harrington x fem!reader

Your apartment wasn’t just surprisingly nice for Hawkins, it was surprisingly nice considering you paid less than three hundred dollars a month rent - and that was split with your roommate.

It was just outside of town, far enough away from the police station and retirement home that you could play music louder than some would consider sociable and near enough the only pizza place that you didn’t have to pay for delivery when you were too tired to leave the couch. It was an old, renovated warehouse - big windows, old, sliding doors, an elevator that sometimes worked and two bedrooms that could fit in more than a single.

In fact, it was big enough to hold regular parties, with a fridge full of beer and a balcony off of the living room that could hold five whole people and a keg or two. Honestly, the only reason you and your roommate could afford to stay there was because your landlord was using the empty apartment beside you as a grow room. The smell of weed and regular power outages were easy to put up with when your kitchen had an island and your shower worked through the winter months.

It was filled with your things, second hand furniture and vinyls from the knock off record store on Cherry Street, Polaroids filled the refrigerator door and there was a collection of stupid things that littered the shelves and surfaces.

Your trophy from high school that declared you the least able to hold your drink.

A battered copy of Stand By Me that had been taped over seven times and never returned to Family Video.

An impressive array of sunglasses that your roommate lost, purchased, lost and found again.

An obligatory road sign that lived on the wall behind the sofa, screwed precariously into the crumbling brick.

A bong made from questionable materials.

A fish tank with zero fish.

A bedroom door across from your own, the front of it scratched and worn from being nudged open with hands filled with car keys and coffee cups, old boots and impatient feet. It had stickers from bands over the worst scrapes, another road sign that had “for a good time, call Steve Harrington,” written in sharpie in the middle of it. More Polaroids, more than a few of them featuring you. You and Steve when you were both four years old and half naked in the Harrington's backyard one summer, sticky with melted popsicles. Another at graduation, Steve’s arm slung over your shoulder, you laughing at the camera. A party, two years ago, both of you drunk and the whole scene a little blurry, the cameraman just able to catch you both in an armchair amongst a night of chaos, heads together and you on the boy’s lap as he looked up at you through his lashes, listening to whatever it was you had been drunkenly talking about.

You looked like a couple in that one.

You look like a couple in a lot of them.

But you and Steve? A couple? No.

Roommates, yes. Best friends? Yes. Drinking buddies? Absolutely. Platonic movie night partner? Of course.

And have you kissed him before? Sure, maybe, like… five years ago. But you were both drunk and someone dared you - Robin, no, Jonathan? It didn’t matter. You did it and Steve kissed you back and he tasted like lemonade and cheap beer and a little like the weed your landlord had given you and it was only for a second, really.

Definitely less than a minute. No more than three.

And then you never spoke about it again. Ever. And that was fine.

It was really, really fine.

You had more parties, threw more ragers. Collected more Polaroids and Steve lost more sunglasses and you found them again for him weeks later. You both tried to keep the plants that your mom gifted you alive and it was a good week if there was more than a carton of milk in the fridge.

It was an even better week if you made it through without thinking about the time you kissed your best friend over four years ago.

Especially since your boyfriend really didn’t like him.

That wasn’t ideal.

And honestly, you weren’t really sure you liked your boyfriend all that much anymore.

That wasn’t all that ideal either.

Was it?

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Guys, is it weird if I talk about my boyfriend on here? Sometimes I get replies to my fics and I love talking to you guys about my fics but also sometimes I wanna tell you guys how much my Steves and Eddies are inspired by my boyfriend. He's like the best boyfriend ever, but idk if it's weird to be all 😍 about him on main

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What I should be doing: Working on any of my 3 WIPs which have very real and very close deadlines

What would also be a noble but slightly less efficient pursuit: Working on the requests in my inbox, 2 of which I have already started on

What I'm doing instead: Brainstorming a new project for the next time I solicit requests again and dicking around on Canva

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thank you for following me I have nothing to offer

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

One Shots

salvation is so far away (x)

2.9k | Eddie Munson x best friend's girlfriend!Reader | Smut, angst

When Reader's boyfriend goes out yet again to cheat with a coworker, Reader and her roommate Eddie take things into their own hands.

made from revelation (x) (sequel to salvation is so far away)

4.4k | Eddie Munson x best friend's girlfriend!Reader | Smut, fluff(?)

Eddie and Reader are careful not to slip up in front of Reader's boyfriend. At least, until their attempted quickie before band practice isn't so quick...

that's not my name (x)

2.1k | Eddie Munson x girlfriend!Reader | Humor

When Reader calls her boyfriend Edward, she quickly finds out that she doesn't actually know Eddie's real name. The problem: he won't tell her what it is.

Upcoming Works

johnny wants to fight - third installment of salvation is so far away

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Steve Harrington Masterlist

One Shots

sweet like honey (x)

3.6k | Best friends to lovers, first kiss | Fluff

When you get stood up for a date in the pouring rain, you call your best friend Steve to pick you up.

touch (x)

2.8k | Friends to ??? to lovers, virigin!reader | Fluff and smut

An inexperienced reader is still figuring out the bounds of her developing relationship with her best friend Steve. This makes for an interesting conversation when Steve finds out she's still a virgin.

teach (x)

part ii to touch | 3.9k | New relationship (friends to lovers) | Shy, inexperienced Reader | Smut with undertones of fluff

Reader just wants to blow Steve, if he'll just let her already.

family (x)

Mother's Day fic | 4.6k | Fluff and a healthy dose of hurt/comfort | Stepdad!Steve x Reader | Kid fic | Fluff, Angst

When Reader spends Mother's Day feeling like she's failing as a parent and a partner, her boyfriend Steve helps change her perspective.

Multi-Chapter

(stuck in a) sad summer daze (fic post) - coming soon

Beach/roadtrip fic | friend!Steve x Reader | Fluff, Angst, Smut

Reader's been saving up for this road trip with her best friends Eddie, Robin, and Steve for three years, and it couldn't come at a better time. With all four of them having gone their own separate ways since high school, it's been hard to maintain their friendships with long distance phone calls and holiday visits. The three week trip becomes an opportunity to reconnect, regain the closeness she never realized she lost, and see her friends in a different light. Some of them, more than others.