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Steve is drugged, tortured, concussed, and confused but he knows what you’re supposed to do at the movies. You eat popcorn and make out with people.

Eddie, however, did not know that was on the table when Steve plopped into the chair next to him and then tapped on his shoulder.

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*a few months after The Ithaca Saga*

Odysseus: *wakes up at the dead of night drenched in cold sweat*

Penelope: Love? What's wrong?

Odysseus: That prophet son of a bitch- IT WAS ME!

Penelope: What??

Odysseus: I WAS THE MAN WHO WAS HAUNTING ALL ALONG!!

Penelope: *pulling him down and hugging him* ok dear just go back to sleep.

*meanwhile in the Underworld*

Tiresias: Fucking finally that dumbass

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It’s ladies night at the gay bar Eddie works at which means no men allowed, which means, ‘how the hell did this dork in a polo make it pass the bouncer and how the hell has no one complained about him yet?’

Eddie watches the admittedly gorgeous guy approach the bar and ask for a drink. Eddie responds with, “How did you get past Frank?”

“The bouncer?” Pretty boy asks. “Oh, I asked if I could come in.”

“You asked?”

“Yeah?”

“And he let you?”

“Yeahhh?”

“None of these girls are going to go for you,” Eddie tells him in case he somehow missed that this was the queerest bar in town. “They’re lesbians. They like women.”

“I know!” The guy - Steve, Eddie will find out later - smiles, bright and big. “Isn’t that great?!”

Something in Eddie curdles with disgust because, “Nice try, buddy. You’re not going to ‘turn’ a lesbian.”

“Hope not,” Steve laughs and then pulls a stack of Polaroids out of his pocket. “Look at this.”

He holds one out to Eddie, showing him the image of a girl looking done-as-shit with the camera in her face. There’s a phone number written at the bottom.

“This is Robin," Steve says fondly. “Shes my best friend, and a lesbian, and the best person I’ve ever met, and I love her…she deserves a girlfriend so I’m-“

“Advertising her?”

“Helping get her a date,” Steve finishes. “This will make a great story at their wedding.”

“That’s insane…and strangely endearing.”

“Yeah, I’m like that,” Steve says, sliding over a Polaroid of Robin giving the camera the bird. “That’s my phone number too. Just so you know.”

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So This is Love

Contrary to what Eddie believes, Wayne isn't a morning person. He's just become one after years of working odd hours. Now he's an all-hours person, he's also a very light sleeper.

This is why one morning in their new two-room trailer, Wayne finds his brain awake at 7am on a Sunday.

There's soft feet padding in the kitchen, he can hear it even from his bedroom. More than one pair of feet dance around on the floor and Wayne rolls onto his side.

Must be Steve.

Eddie's boy.

Sweet kid from what Wayne's seen, always polite, a little silly, a little bite, seems perfect for Ed.

Also the only person who could ever seem to get Eddie up earlier than 10, Wayne still doesn't know how he does it. But the boy's got Eddie up and to it at all the odd hours of the morning and Wayne's just glad Eddie's up at all.

He can hear the pan clank on the stove.

Pancakes then.

Steve's speciality. He smiles, doesn't mind waking up this early if it's to Steve's pancakes. If Eddie doesn't marry the boy Wayne's going to adopt him.

"Eddie!"

There are giggles, and more feet thudding and Wayne thinks, he's never really heard Eddie giggle.

Not like this.

Not like he's in love.

God, they really don't know how to stay quiet, though. There's more rustling and the soft sound of singing. Wayne scrubs his face, throws on the robe Steve had gotten for him last Christmas, and makes his way down the short corridor, only to stop just shy of the kitchen.

It's a tune he's not heard for a little while.

It's not anything Eddie really listens to, not his music, not since his mother. But it's not Eddie who's singing.

It's Steve.

"So this is love,"

Eddie's got his boy plastered to his front, tucked into his arm in a rather close dance pose.

"So this is what makes life divine I'm all aglow, mm And now I know (and now I know) The key to all heaven is mine"

It's soft, it's whispered, they sway as Steve sings and Wayne, he's not sure he should be privy to it, but he's grateful he is.

Oh, to see his son in love.

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Clark: "Hey, B, are you okay, you look a little--"

Bruce: "What ever you are about to say, don't say it."

Clark: "Why?"

Bruce, in a whisper: "Because Dick has taken it upon himself to impress me with backflips should I appear upset."

Clark: "And this is a problem because?"

Bruce, still whispering: "Because whilst in all other ways he is a gifted acrobat, every time he does a backflip, without fail, he falls on his face and fighting back the urge to laugh everytime is starting to wear on me."

Clark: "Aww, Bruce. Sounds like he messes up on purpose to try and make you laugh, 'cause I've seen him do backflips lots of times."

Bruce: "Oh..."

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Bruce, later as he tucks Dick into bed: "If you really want to make me laugh, you should do that thing where you jump onto Clark..."

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Dick, the next morning leaping from the chandelier: "SKY ATTACK."

Clark, scrambling to catch him: "Jesus, Dick!"

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[steddie camp au]

underwater kiss 🫧

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Steve : I love you.

Eddie : How many people have you said that to?

Steve : Everyone.

Eddie : What?

Steve : I told everyone that I love you.

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hello steddie nation i have returned

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Eddie: I've never had a best friend.

Dustin: I'll be your best friend!

Eddie:

Eddie, turning to Steve: I've never had a boyfriend either.

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outside the cruelty of locker rooms

ao3 Written for @steddiemicrofic May 2025 prompt, “delay,” 408 words. Rated G, Missing Scene, pre season 3/season 3, Scoops Ahoy. cw: implied/referenced homophobia

“Hey, Harrington! You dropped something.”

My dignity? Steve thinks, followed more passionately by The hat? Please say it’s the hat, God, I wanna burn that thing.

But turns out it’s just part of the cardboard display that had been dumped outside of the mall—presumably for him to collect, but no-one’s told him or Robin anything, honestly, who the hell even runs this place?

He doubles back, close to the spot where the bus drops people off. Eddie Munson’s on the sidewalk, holding up a speech bubble with the Scoops Ahoy anchor on it: flavors limited—try now, don’t delay!

“Thanks,” Steve says distractedly. He tries to slot the speech bubble back into the display—it’s meant to be coming out the mouth of some Popeye knockoff—but when the words land upside down, he decides he’s not paid enough to care.

“So, did they pass a law,” Eddie says amusedly, “that, like, requires you to be in shorts all the time?”

All things considered, it’s really tame; Steve’s taken much harsher jabs, especially from those in his year, lining up to the ice cream parlor like it’s a zoo attraction, which, Jesus, get a life.

“Dude, get me a free sample,” Mark Lewinsky had demanded, like he hadn’t just been ridiculing Steve to his friends at the entrance.

“Sure,” Steve said flatly. I’ll even throw in a punch to the face, too.

He sets the display aside to tug at his sailor collar. “Nah, I designed this. And since when do I wear shorts all the time, Munson?”

“Uh, every single gym class? It was a year round event, man.”

Eddie looks embarrassed even before he’s finished speaking, like he already regrets saying it. He’s also wearing shorts—it’s too hot to be wearing anything else—and a t-shirt, faded with age. The clothes are vaguely familiar, and when Eddie leans against the brick wall, arms folded, covering up bare skin—self-defence disguised as nonchalance—it recalls gym in another way, the self-consciousness that only breeds within the cruelty of locker rooms.

God, it’s bullshit. Fuck anyone, Steve thinks with a sudden fervour, who made you feel like—

“The shorts are better than this damn hat, dude. It’s killing my best feature.”

Eddie snorts. “Nice to see your modesty is alive and well.”

Point to Munson, Steve concedes, but as Eddie’s arms relax just a little, can’t help thinking, Point to me, like he’s just won a game he didn’t really know he was playing.

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The Stobin fandom has seen two-versions of Steve coming out as bisexual to Robin. One where she coaches him through it, teaches him everything he needs to know. Another where she's just as lost as she is, and they figure it out together.

What about the secret third, no good, horrible option?

What about the bi-erasure version? More common and more heartbreaking than people are willing to talk about, especially pre-90s. Where small-town Robin only knows she likes girls, and some boys like boys, but most people Choose.

And everyone knows Steve Harrington loves women just as much as Robin does.

Steve admits to Robin that spending time with Eddie gives him butterflies, that he misses him when they're not together. Robin says, No dingus, you just finally have a decent male friend who treats you like a person.

So Steve believes her, because she'd know if he was gay. Right?

Steve admits that he thinks Eddie is beautiful, loves his hair and his big doe eyes. Robin says, No dingus, you just miss Nancy.

So Steve believes her, because he did kind of miss Nancy, just a little.

Steve tells her that sometimes he thinks about kissing Eddie, that sometimes Eddie's in the kind of dreams where he wakes up craving. Robin says, No dingus, you're just touch-starved and need to get laid.

So Steve believes her.

Steve moves on from Eddie. From the guy he befriends at his office job. From his new girlfriend's brother. From the neighbor across the hall.

So Steve gets married, has kids. And he's fine. He still has the cravings, the thoughts, the nagging question at the back of his mind he's spent decades ignoring. He repeats Robin's words over and over in his head.

Maybe Steve figures it out later in life. Maybe Robin figures it out before he does, and decides not to say anything because it's too late anyway.

I hurt my own AND @carolperkinsexgirlfriend feelings with this idea, so of course I had to share!

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eddie feat. funky colours

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I heart prey animal rage I love when characters are fucking insane with terror

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Modern AU Steddie that don't live in Hawkins together. They meet playing an online video game—honestly, I'm thinking World of Warcraft. And you may be like, but Steve wouldn't play that???

Listen. Steve would play World of Warcraft as a female druid night elf because he thinks the character is pretty, and also Dustin begged him to play the game, and then he gets sucked in so fucking hard. Like maybe not all day play, but a good chunk of his day. He's in community college, stressed the hell out over his major—I'm thinking he's majoring in secondary education, minoring in psychology (because he thought it would be fun), he's in a student math club on Fridays (because, listen, his interest in sports may also lead to an interest in statistics and then circled back to a math interest; plus I think he'd be such a math nerd anyway). He just needs to let out some steam, and that has been through World of Warcraft and also catching sports games on the weekend—his DVR is full.

And Eddie. I mean, come on. Do I need to tell you that Eddie would play WoW? I can picture him being a Dracthyr warlock. Like for sure. He's not in school like Steve is, but he's got a hefty minimum wage job, he's got annoying roommates, and (though this is definitely illegal) he also makes money by making WoW accounts that he gets high leveled and then selling them. Anyway.

One day, while Eddie is playing on his personal WoW account, he bumps into a high leveled druid night elf. And he's interested in becoming their friend, so he sends them a friend request all that good shit. They play together constantly—so much that Steve looks forward to his weekend where he can hop on and play, even when Dustin isn't up to gaming.

I feel like when they meet up, Eddie is exactly who Steve was expecting, but Steve was not who Eddie was expecting. They're wildly different in a lot of big ways. And they are playfully catty with each other.

Also, they find out they both play with Dustin. And now it's their life mission to annoy the hell out of him. Also also. Of course when Steve offers his spare bedroom—in a decent-ish apartment, rent is low, but the appliances often break—Eddie takes him up on the offer.

Kiss kiss fall in love.

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this is a favorite of mine :D

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Steve: Is that not right?

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Lips

Summary: Steve asks Robin her opinion after getting distracted by his reflection at work. It leads to her being the supportive best friend over his crush.

Author's note: My brain is tired, the prompt I had for today was a bunch of words from loveheart sweets. It happened is all I can say.

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“Do I have hot lips?” Steve asked one quiet afternoon at Family Video. He’d been looking at his reflection in the window instead of hoping to see customers coming in.

Robin gave him an odd look, “I don’t know what that means.”

“Are my lips hot?” He repeated, “Attractive? Sexy? The alluring pout boys go crazy for?”

She shook her head, “Lips aren’t hot. Smiles are cute and actions made with a mouth can be hot but I refuse to believe hot lips exist unless burnt or covered with like chilli or hot sauce to make them feel like they’re burning.”

“So my lips aren’t hot?” He pouted at her.

Robin nodded resolutely, “Nobody’s are.”

Steve crossed his arms, huffing a little, “I think Eddie’s are when he’s quiet.”

She threw up her arms, moving to tidy the shelves. “I give in. Go and ask him!”

“You’re letting me leave work early?” He smirked at her, turning around.

“No! You’re on till until the end of the day.” Robin clicked towards it, laughing at his groan.

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Robin had noticed the comment earlier on, but decided not to question it while they were in the shop. It wasn’t a good place to bring up the subject when too many people could overhear. Now they were at his home she had to ask, “So Eddie’s lips? You’ve noticed them before?”

“Haven’t you? They’re hot and gorgeous.” Steve agreed. “Why is that interesting?”

“Pretty sure we could ask everyone we know and they wouldn’t agree.” She stated, “Also because it’s nice to hear you talking about one person you like rather than vague attributes. It’s got to be my turn to tease you over a crush now.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Really? Can’t I just be happy to have something that stands half a chance of happening for a while?”

“You entirely can be happy, but best friend rights say I can tease.” She agreed cheerfully, “Cause that’s what real love is.”

Playfully frustrated, he nodded, “Fine.”

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“Maybe I should try playing DnD with them,” Steve muttered, waving the party out of Family Video. “Casually spend more time with Eddie that way.”

Robin scoffed, “Casually play DnD? You? Dream on Steve, none of them would be casual about that, and only Henderson knows you’ve even tried playing. It’d be major drama and all of Eddie’s friends would be suspicious of it.”

“What do you suggest then? I can’t hope for another town disaster to casually fold clothes next to my crush like you and Vickie.” He complained.

She thought for a moment, before gesturing, “Use that empty house of yours to advantage. Let them play there. You heard the brats say they’re having trouble arranging it since the school isn’t letting any clubs run while rebuilding work is happening.”

“Now who’s dreaming? If my parents get wind of that then I’ll be looking for somewhere new to live, not just a place to play a game.”

“And you’ll live with me. Besides, that’d require them actually coming back to the town they barely set foot in even before the ‘natural disasters’.” Robin pointed out easily.

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The Corroded Coffin boys looked at Robin in confusion when she opened the door, getting shoved aside a moment later by Dustin who rolled his eyes when seeing the cause for the delay. “Come on, I want to get set up.” He called vanishing into Steve’s house.

“What’re you doing here, Buckley?” Gareth asked cautiously, taking slow steps as he entered the house, looking around as if expecting someone to attack him.

“It’s my besties home so I’m gonna be here whoever he’s got hanging out.” She simply explained. “Steve’ll be your waitress today. You know the rest of your roles. Anyone need a tour?”

The men shared a glance before following her through a little less cautiously.

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They had a sleepover after the DnD had ended and everyone had gone home, collapsing together onto Steve’s bed, Robin curling into his side.

“Are you still teasing me about the new crush or can I ask you to be kind now?” Steve spoke quietly into the dark.

Robin had insisted they could talk better without lights on and it had actually become truth from the amount of times they’d done it. She didn’t try to turn and look at him, just made a quiet affirming noise.

He took a deep breath, “Do you think I actually could ask Eddie out? That he might agree if I do it right?”

“I think that if you just be you, he’ll be leaping at any chance to date you offer.” She answered slowly. “He’s always been pretty open about being queer and definitely flirts with you. Don’t change though. That’s one of the things people back off from when you do it. Just be you.”

“I can try that. What’d I do without you?” He sounded thoughtful, and horribly sentimental.

Robin nudged him gently, “Same answer, you’d just be you, lonely, stressed, babysitter you.”

“Hey!” He tickled her side in a short burst in retaliation for the tease. “I’m glad I’m not lonely when I’m just me with you.”

“Me too.”