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I know we all love the idea of Eddie keep flirting with Steve and calling him pet names, because he thinks he can get away with it.

But I've been thinking about Steve casually calling Eddie baby without even registering what he's doing.

Like they are standing outside the van with the hood open and Steve just tutting at him like "Eddie, baby, you really gotta get your transmission checked, this is like the third time this month" and Eddie's losing his shit, mouth hanging open in shock, but Steve has no idea and it just keeps on happening after that.

Next time it happens, they are all over at Steve's, having a movie night and Steve has El and Max passed out on him, making him unable to get up from the couch without waking them and he just whisper-yells to Eddie "Hey babe, could you pass me a beer? Kinda tied up here" and Eddie just blanks and says nothing, but gets a bottle from the sixpack on the floor and Steve says "thanks" like it's just how things have always been between them.

And Eddie's working himself into a frenzy. Has Steve got no idea about what he's doing to him? Because Eddie's been lowkey crushing on Steve since he got mixed up in the whole Upside Down business and it just got worse when he woke up at the hospital to Steve holding his hand and giving him the brightests of smiles that there was, rubbing his thumb over Eddie's knuckles, whispering a soft "Hey there sleeping beauty, how're ya feeling?" while being completely oblivious to the suspicious look Wayne was giving them. And sure, hanging out with him nearly every day didn't help the situation one bit.

But this. This is going to be the death of him.

And it just keeps on happening. Steve murmurs "goodnight baby" into the phone before hanging up, he shouts "babe, come here, you gotta see this" when Lucas ends up stuffing fifteen oreos into his mouth (which is a new personal record) and whispers "hey baby, I'm sorry, I know you'd rather do something else, but I promised Mrs Wheeler" when they're watching Holly's ballet recital, waving at her from their seats when her eyes land on them.

It all comes to a head when Eddie's stupid van breaks down in the middle of fucking nowhere, on their way back from Indianapolis, after going there to buy a special boardgame for Dustin's birthday.

There's not a single car or house to be seen anywhere in a ten mile radius.

"Oh this is just great," Steve hisses as he jumps out of the car to walk around and Eddie does the same. He pops the hood and watches as a small cloud of smoke slithers out of it.

"Shit" Eddie swears under his breath. It looks bad.

"See baby, that's exactly why I told you to get it checked! Because I didn't wanna get stuck in fucking no man's land!"

"Look, I'm sure if we just leave it to rest a little..."

"Rest? Eds, come on, you know that's not how it works. We gotta walk up to the next gas stop and phone someone to tow it."

"Fuck, fine!" Eddie grunted. "But it gets dark in like twenty minutes."

They both know that they can't handle walking out in the wild after dark. Not after everything and not with all the nightmares that still tormented them most nights.

"Then I guess we're sleeping out here tonight." Steve says, dropping his hands on his hips. "You have pillows or some shit in the back?"

"Got a couple of blankets, yeah."

In the end they lay down two blankets on the bottom of the van and bundle up some old jumpers Eddie keeps in there for pillows. They lie there, facing each other in the dark.

"Hey... I'm sorry about all this" Eddie whispers, like his voice could disturb anyone out here in the middle of nowhere.

"It's okay, I just wish you'd pay more attention to stuff like this. I mean shit, babe, what if it's just you out here, huh? What then?"

"Steve-"

"I mean, I just hate to think about how shitty it would be, to be out here alone, in the dark... plus I'd worry myself sick not knowing where you are, you know?"

"Steve."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not alone."

"No, no you're not alone" Steve agrees with a private little smile.

They settle into a companionable silence and Eddie's almost certain that Steve is just about to drift off, but he can't contain it in himself any longer; he has to ask.

"Hey Steve?"

"Mmh?"

"Why uh... why are you keep calling me...?" He can't bring himself to say it out loud without his face heating up.

"What?"

"Names." He settles, hoping that Steve would get it.

"Names?"

He's gonna make him say it, isn't he?

"Yeah like uh... baby."

"Oh"

Even in the darkness of the van Eddie can see how the colour darkens in Steve's cheeks.

"Does it bother you?" Steve asks after a beat and Eddie just sighs out a soft "no".

"Okay."

For a long moment it seems that this is all Eddie's gonna get, but then Steve shuffles a little closer and runs a finger along Eddie's palm before taking his hand into his own.

"It just felt right, you know? Calling you that. I dunno, it was like how it was meant to be."

"That sounds kinda romantic, isn't it?" Eddie's shooting for a joke, but Steve just sighs timidly.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?"

"Steve-"

"Eddie... can I?" He doesn't finish it, but Eddie knows he'd say yes to pretty much anything Steve could ever ask from him.

"Yeah" He breathes with a little nod and Steve scoots even closer, placing his other hand onto Eddie's cheek. He leans in and looks him in the eyes for an impossibly long moment, making sure he's got permission one last time.

Steve whispers a soft "baby" onto his lips before finally closing the gap between them.

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There’s a guy that comes to the cafe Eddie’s working at. Every other day, he comes to the counter, smiles at Eddie and gives him a post-it with “hi, an americano with two sugars please :)” written on it. He has a different color of post-it assigned for every day. Eddie smiles back and makes the americano, trying to keep his heart from jumping out of his chest. 

Needless to say, the guy is insanely cute. He has swoopy chestnut hair, droopy, almost puppy-like eyes, and two moles on his neck that make him look like he’s been bitten by a vampire. Eddie’s not sure if he finds it more adorable or sexy; either way, he’s definitely developed a crush. And now, after months of trying to gather up his courage to say hi, after months of pining and staring from afar… He’s still nowhere near ready to talk to him. And Chrissy’s not letting him live it down. 

“You’re insufferable,” she whispers to him frantically when the guy comes through the door on the first Monday of December. “Do something more than smile dumbly or I’ll fire you.”

“You can’t fire me,” Eddie hisses back as he tries to dust pastry crumbs off of his shirt. 

“I’m the manager. I can do whatever I want,” she chirps back and goes on to cleaning the machines that don’t need to be cleaned, because Eddie did that twenty minutes ago. 

The guy comes to the counter. There are snowflakes in his hair, big and soft. Eddie thinks that they compliment his eyes—then he realizes that it’s a weird thing to notice about a stranger. 

The stranger smiles. Eddie smiles back. Today’s post-it is light purple.

Eddie makes the americano. It’s muscle memory at this point, he’s not even thinking about what he’s doing until he has to force a lid onto the cup and serve it to his customer. Hell, whatever. He grabs a sharpie and bends down to drabble something on the cup, trying not to spill the coffee. He manages to draw an ugly looking snake that was supposed to be a dragon, cringes, writes “Have a nice day!” underneath it and prays that it isn’t too weird.

Of course it is. But, miraculously, the guy looks at it, huffs a tiny laugh and smiles right at Eddie and – yeah, whatever, curse him – the whole room lights up. Yes, it’s sappy. Sue him. He could be sappy for this guy—if the guy wanted it.

He takes his coffee and leaves, but before he crosses the threshold, he turns back and waves at Eddie, using only three fingers. It’s a small wave, but a wave nonetheless, so Eddie sends him his best grin and waves back.

When he’s finally out, Eddie bends over the counter and groans. Chrissy pats him between the shoulderblades, mocking sympathy. “You’re on probation,” she whispers. Eddie groans once again. This is hell.

***

He has to call in sick on Wednesday. Now that he’s thinking about it, he kind of knew that the mayo smelled funny and it wasn’t good anymore. But he’s a broke college student and he had a choice: stale bread with mayo and a slice of tomato, or just stale bread with a slice of tomato. These weren’t even real choices. It was suffering or suffering.

Apparently, he’d chosen double suffering, and he had a whole night of hurling to prove it. Good thing he doesn’t have to send Chrissy any photos of what he had to deal with – when he calls, she cuts him off with “Just take my afternoon shift tomorrow and we’re even. You’ll miss out on your cutie, it’s a punishment in and of itself,” and goes on with her day.

Eddie’s so grateful for Chrissy. He wouldn’t get anywhere without her. 

***

Eddie doesn’t expect his guy to come on Thursday, it isn’t his regular schedule, so he’s in for a surprise when his morning shift ends and turns into Chrissy’s afternoon shift, and then, some time later, his guy comes in—and he’s not alone.

He’s with a girl. With a pretty, pretty girl, who has beautifully curly brown hair, inquisitive eyes and kind but determined expression on her face. There’s something quite unique about her; Eddie thinks, briefly, that she looks like she’s from another era. Like if they were living in the 80s, she would have a perm, wear bold lipstick and have a whole wall of degrees and certificates in her office. She seems to be destined for great things. She’s a badass.

Eddie’s nothing like her. He tries to swallow down the jealousy as they near the counter. His – his? – guy looks surprised, but smiles either way, his eyes lighting up in a matter of seconds.

“Hi,” the girl says. Her own smile is so nice and warm Eddie can’t stay mopey for too long. “I’ll have a latte with two shots of espresso, and…”

She turns to the guy beside her, but Eddie doesn’t have to know the answer. “An americano with two sugars. On it.”

Their eyes lock for a second. The guy seems a bit shy, but he’s still smiling. Eddie counts that as a win. But he’s still quick with their coffees. He can sense the staring contest they’re having even while he has his back turned to them. He kinda wants them gone, but they didn’t ask for to go, so he just tries to stay calm. Focused. Sharp.

Fortunately, he doesn’t spill anything. They get their order and sit in a corner. It doesn’t look like a date, they pull out books and notes, scribble and sign from time to time. The girl clearly knows more than just the basics of ASL, unlike Eddie. Since the guy started showing up, he’s been trying to learn more about it, but now he makes a mental note to enroll on a course. It’s time to commit – to what, exactly, he’s not sure. But he’s gonna make it happen.

Hours pass, but they stay in the same position. Eddie steals a glance every now and then, trying not to let his jealousy get to the surface again, but it’s hard. The guy is cute, the girl is smart and beautiful. He decides to call Chrissy on his way home – if he has to pine, she’ll suffer with him.

The end of his shift is nearing when he hears a giggle from the godforsaken corner. He looks up from the cups he’s been rearranging and sees that it’s his guy’s girl who’s laughing. She’s laughing at yet another girl, who’s standing outside and drawing hearts on the dirty window. She has a goofy grin on her face, one that makes her eyes and her prominent cheekbones pop even more, and it’s the same grin that the girl inside is wearing at the moment.

Now, Eddie doesn’t know a lot about love, but he definitely recognizes heart eyes when he sees them. He smiles to himself – don’t judge a book by its cover, huh?

His guy looks exasperated about being completely ignored, so he taps the glass a few times. The girl outside looks at him, shocked, like she’s only just seen him now, sticks out her tongue at him, and goes back to blowing kisses at her girlfriend. The guy looks truly wounded. Eddie snorts; the dynamic here is immaculate.

In the meantime, the not-his-guy’s girl has gathered her things and prepared to leave. She kisses his cheek on her way out, but the guy stays put, bending over his papers again. Eddie thinks it’s quite interesting. Then, he makes a plan.

When he’s done with work, his guy is still there. Which is perfect. Eddie fixes his hair one last time, trying to gauge whether his outfit is metal enough (it is) for the occasion, and grabs the americano with two sugars he’s made.

It’s alright. Everything’s alright.

His wildly beating heart isn’t so sure about that.

When he gets to his guy’s table, he sets the piece of paper on it first. “Looks like you’re swamped – it’s on the house,” it says. The guy looks up, surprised, his mouth opened in a tiny oh. His eyes go wide for a moment and then he smiles. Something warm settles inside Eddie’s chest.

The guy picks up a pen and writes “Thank you!!!” on Eddie’s piece of paper, but before giving it back, he changes his mind. “I’m Steve,” he scribbles, and then gives it back with a flash of smile.

He smiles a lot. It’s an amazing sight.

“Hello, Steve. I’m Eddie. Nice to meet you,” Eddie replies. “What are you working on?” he adds after a second, because he’s feeling bold and he really doesn’t want to go yet.

The guy – Steve – sighs. He makes some room on the loveseat he’s occupying and pushes his books to the middle. Eddie takes it as a cue to sit down. Their knees bump, Eddie gets goosebumps, but he doesn’t move away. Neither does Steve.

“I’ve got an assignment on modern fantasy and its mythological origins, but I’m not as nerdy as my friends so I’m struggling a bit. Nance helped, but she’s not an expert either and my other nerdy friends went for a trip. Maybe you have any experience?”

Eddie’s eyes open wide and he bounces with excitement, nodding his head along the way. “YES,” he writes, all caps, and Steve huffs another laugh. They look at each other then, Eddie all hyped and ready, Steve—soft? There’s no other way to describe it. His gaze is gentle, almost caring. Eddie can feel his cheeks warm up.

His phone buzzes aggressively in his pocket. He checks it – it’s Chrissy. She’s got her period and she’s out of tampons.

“Shit,” he mumbles. Steve bumps their shoulders.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Eddie picks up the pen. “Tiny emergency, I’m sorry. Tomorrow?”

He knows that his hopeful stare must seem desperate, but Steve reads his reply, looks up and smiles, nodding. Eddie wants to scream victory, but he only nods back and gets up instead. When he’s about to turn and leave, he feels fingers wrap around his hand, delicate but firm. Slowly, Steve opens up his hand and writes something on it.

It’s a phone number. “In case you get sick again :)”

Eddie can’t hold back his dopey smile any longer. When he looks at Steve, the corners of his lips quirk up too. He’s lovely.

Eddie can’t wait for tomorrow.

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I NEED MORE SCENES OF NANCY MAKING ROBIN NERVOUSLY RAMBLE AND STUMBLE OVER HER WORDS BECAUSE SHE'S SO FLUSTERED BY NANCY’S BEAUTY AND SHE KNOWS SHE'S RAMBLING BUT SHE CANT STOP. AND THEN NANCY SHUTS HER UP WITH A BIG GAY KISS

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hi friends!! i know i owe everyone a nice smutty bbygirl steve harrington/reader fic but um. would we possibly be interested in a slowburn ronance enemies to friends to lovers medieval au.

this is a genuine question, i think im def going to write it, but like. does anyone else actually want this? i could post wips on here and chapter updates on ao3 i think? let me know please!

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i think im terrible for immediately requesting something upon my return & i am very sorry for that 🫤BUT if my audacity does not bother you I NEED more mommy kink sub stevie boy but make it his s3 bbg era & some friends to lovers situation idk bc I wanna imagine ruining his pretty little face and oh my god I’ve lost my mind -madmax (get it- bc.. & also bc im mad..nvm)

gffffklsh my brain is actually having to reboot after reading this. okay. YEAH.

First, not terrible for requesting!! i’ve missed u and ur excellent requests SO big max!! but this is going to take me a while bc regrettably this is SCREAMING full length fic needed (if not…multiple chapters? fuck i have been so slow-burn lately, but im so BAD AT THEM idk i’ll mull it over). you requested something MONTHS ago along these lines that i never started on—just wrote a couple notes down and then hit burnout and didnt come back to it, but i want so badly to deliver this time!!

here are some thoughts: steve harrington who’s never experimented with anything sexually before. who’s always just climbed on top of his girls in missionary, muffled his moans, and climbed off when he finished. steve harrington who learns that he maybe likes it more when you’re pushing him up against the wall, fondling him over his shorts and then walking away so he’s hard. maybe even likes it best when you forbid him from doing anything to himself until you come back for him, get him hard even easier the second time that day. steve harrington who likes to be touched gently, and softly, and told what a good, pretty boy he is right after you bit him so hard he yelped or maybe slapped him, just hard enough to turn his head slightly. steve harrington who just wants to be loved, needs to be nurtured and cared for and loves to bury his face in your tits and call you mommy, and realizes he’ll do just about anything for that privilege.

idk. im also leaning towards some semi-public sex, maybe bondage/restraints (?), and like. sorry but s3 bbygrl steve harrington has THEE most rideable face so we’re definitely going there (if not in this fic at least in a follow up). i might write the smut with a few references to it being a friends to lovers situation, post it here, and then go back and set it up as a slow burn friends to lovers multi chapter fic and put it on ao3 (and maybe replace “you” with transmasc eddie munson IDK idk).

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Nancy Wheeler - high infidelity: Storm coming, good husband / Bad omen / Dragged my feet right down the aisle / At the house lonely, good money / I'd pay if you'd just know me / Seemed like the right thing at the time / You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love / The slowest way is never loving them enough / Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? / Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? (13/20)

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K !!! i fucking missed you sm but I have returned !! i hope you’ve been doing okay,work & everything (oh curse the system,wish we could just rot at home all day but NO must make monies- so lame.) (I don’t make any sense) also I went missing cuz my dad accidentally outed me to my mom & it got ~messy~ 🥸 anyways i loaf you sm 🤭🍞🫶🏼- max(imum security)

MAXARONI WHAT IS UP I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH TOO!!!! u make perfect sense, i also wish i could simply rot at home instead of going to work every day—tbh, work has been so ridiculously draining the last few months every single thought i’ve had about any of the spicy six hasn’t made it out of the “couple of paragraphs” writing stage. brain feels like mush, my dude. writing feels impossible when im being weighed down by capitalism </3 (dramatic yes ik)

um??? max?? are you okay?? im so sorry you got outed, i know how much it sucks to have the choice to come out taken away from you. god, i hope things are okay for you right now and you’re someplace that feels safe. feel free to come off anon if you want to talk privately, or u can keep messaging anonymously—whatever ur comfortable with! im just worried abt u ❤️‍🩹 ly maxxy 🫶

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“This character is dead in canon” to you. They’re dead in canon to you. To me they’re fine

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Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol 

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#new choker just dropped [pt. 1]

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YOU THERE! YES YOU! FIC READER!

I just read a fic from 2013 and left a comment on the end. The author responded within 3 hours.

Please leave comments on fics. It doesn't matter if you don't know what to say I literally made a joke about a space worm. Please comment on fics it'll make the authors day even if its from 9 years ago.

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there’s a meteor shower tonight, so of course i’m thinking about steddie and ronance going on falling star dates

eddie plans his and steve’s date, takes the whole thing way too seriously. finds a nice clearing off the beaten path, away from any streetlights a full week in advance. Steve is just planning on snuggling with eddie under the stars, certain he’s going to fall asleep within an hour. Eddie brings thermoses (yes, multiple) full of coffee, absolutely fills his van with pillows and blankets, snags his acoustic guitar to play soft songs while steve watches the sky and he watches steve.

Nance, of course, is the one in charge of her and robin’s night. she get’s them a camping spot at lover’s lake, sets up the tent the day of so they have someplace soft and warm to spend the night in each other’s arms. she brings robin out to their campsite, cooks them a simple dinner that they share on the same plate. the two laugh, place bets (which will be paid back in kisses) on who’ll see the most shooting stars, and find a spot close to the water to watch the fiery tails streak across the waves. Robin’s asleep within the first hour, shortly after she takes the lead with the most stars. she’s nestled against nancy’s side, her face cradled in her neck and breathing a warm spot against her skin in the cold night air, and nance decides to pretend she fell asleep too, decides to let rob win the bet so she can spend the next week paying her back.

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HI!!

I’ve been super inactive because I 1) have not been writing full-length fics since I started back at work and 2) have been using twitter instead, but I’m back!

Sort of. I want to interact with more people on here to have more content (and more inspo for writing/headcanons/etc.) so, if you post ST, let me know! I want to follow you! Message me and let’s be friends!

Also, yes, I re-did my header and my icon because while I do still love Eddie Munson I regret to say I am a Nancy Wheeler kinnie now. I especially need more Ronance content in my life so if you post that PLEASE lmk

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FYI this is how I picture myself looking like every time I come here to shitpost about Steddie.

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STEVE HARRINGTON — Stranger Things 4x07, “The Massacre at Hawkins Lab”

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the absolute optimal photo set