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why does joseph quinn perpetually look like a 5 year old boy who got away with doing something he wasn’t supposed to

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don’t mind me, i’m just spreading my “what if nancy and eddie were besties” agenda

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oh to love and be loved in return, just once in this lifetime

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When they’re grown ups ™ Eddie wants to open his own music store.

And Steve supports him, sure, wtf else is he gonna do with this business degree his dad made him get. This will make you feel fulfilled? Then let’s do it babe.

They settle in Brooklyn, it’s perfect really, it’s a nice place to make a home as an alt gay and his bi lover. Maybe one day they settle down in jersey or Long Island with a couple nuggets, but for now it’s home. And they open their alt music shop. It becomes a big deal on the scene, too. A kind of home base. Everyone knows them as a famous infamous shop, and they adore the charismatic, big hearted, kind owner Eddie. People come to him for advice, help. Music and personal. Like a community dad.

And of corse Steves there. Steve runs the store with him, just more of the back office side. Stock, books. Marketing. Sure Steve has his side income, he owns a strip mall, or plays the market. Something to give them a safety net, god forbid. But he does work the store sometimes. And when he does he sticks out like a sore thumb. Some regulars know him, or Atleast know of him as Eddie’s partner but most customers really don’t.

One day it’s very busy, and Eddie much prefers customer servicing on the floor so Steve offers to watch the register, of corse. Hell do anything to get to watch eddie being so animated and happy.

And he’s the out of touch awkward dad he is with all the customers. But he’s still so nice, so supportive (“oh good choice everyone’s snatching this one up. Is this what you kids are groovin to these days?”) and he’s mostly well liked as ‘normie Steve’. Or some shit like that. No one gets his presence but they like him enough.

One day some kids are snickering, “yo whose dad is that behind the register oh my god”

“That’s the owner” one of the kids friends deadpans.

“No, I know Eddie that’s not eddie”

“No, numb nuts that’s Steve. Eddies partner”

“His business partner?”

“Life partner. Like gay husband.”. There is a look of shock on the kids face. They just don’t go together.

Mr polo and khakis over here, is married to Mr hair metal goth rings hand made denim jackets?

But when Eddie in grinning ear to ear, hands on the counter leaning into Steve’s personal space and Steve is returning the love sick flirty look, the two teasing or bantering back and forth by the looks of it. And oh, it make sence. Look at that chemistry. These two, maybe a little confusingly, are so so in love.

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When you survive the end of the world by partying with your (maybe?) Monster hunting boyfriend. Or are they ‘steddie’ already XD 

(Yeah, yeah. I make dad jokes. My Gen X arse owns that. I’ll see myself out. ;p)

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when i reblog fics and art and stuff like that w/o any tags and the sort it’s not because i have nothing to say, i loved it and have so many compliments but am usually too baked to type it out

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I see your “Eddie fell first, Steve fell harder” and raise you:

Steve Harrington falls in love fast.

It happened with Nancy. Nancy Wheeler, junior year. Make outs in dimly lit high school bathrooms and study sessions where all they had done was study and impromptu pool parties that quickly led to the revelation that this thing with Nancy was more. More than what he’d felt with the other girls before, even the ones he had really, really liked. And with his sudden, intense fall from infatuation to something more with Nancy Wheeler came the uglier parts–Steve’s jealousy and the awful choices that Steve could never really make up for. But even from the worst parts bloomed some of the better ones: Steve learning to own up to his mistakes, to apologize without expectation. 

And that’s when he had stumbled into the monster fighting, and the entire situation had delivered a healthy helping of the wallop to the head Steve needed to start to really turn his shit around. 

He had loved Nancy Wheeler, quickly, passionately, fiercely. He loved her, and she had made him want to be better. She had made him want to be more. 

It happened again with Robin. Long days slinging ice cream for minimum wage while Robin mocked Steve’s every attempt to flirt turned to top secret code cracking missions. After the luck Steve had had, he isn’t even sure why he had been surprised when their play at being heroes had led to Robin and him being kidnapped, tortured, and drugged out of their minds in a secret Russian facility underneath the Starcourt Mall, strapped together and giggling madly as they reminisced about Click’s class. 

In the span of a few hours, Steve could feel it, that tell-tale clench in his chest, like he was dropping on a roller coaster. Falling, fast and swift, like he always did, even when he was certain they were going to die. 

And he’d owned up to it, coming down from the high, huddled on that dirty mall bathroom floor. Only for Robin, overachiever that she was, to one up his confession with her one of her own, fear in her eyes as she admitted to longing stares at Tammy Thompson, upending everything Steve thought he knew and turning his world on it’s axis. Robin Buckley–his Scoops Ahoy co-worker, his brother in arms, the girl he was quickly coming to realize was his best friend–liked girls. 

Steve thinks, even now, the most shocking part about it had been how it changed everything, and nothing at all. 

He loves Robin Buckley fiercely, still, with everything that he is and wishes he could be. If platonic soulmates exist, she’s his. He would die for her without even batting an eye. 

It isn’t the love he thought he was looking for, but, in so many ways, Steve thinks it might be better.

So, when it comes around again, it isn’t as surprising as Steve guesses it should be. 

Steve has been avoiding Eddie Munson for months now, since not long after the start of fall semester, when Dustin had come whizzing into Family Video to tell Steve all about the school’s club around the kids’ nerdy little fantasy game and the amazingly cool DM–dungeon master, Dustin explains later, and, seriously, how that is not a sex thing is still beyond Steve–who runs it: none other than “the Freak” Munson himself. 

Steve remembers Munson, from school. It’s sort of hard not to, what with his flair for the dramatics, the way he was always putting himself out there and painting a target on his back. 

King Steve had been a tiny bit jealous of the fearless way Eddie was so willing to be openly, unapologetically himself. 

Babysitter Steve is a lot jealous when Dustin and the other shrimps, stars in their eyes, go on and on about how cool Eddie is now.

So, no matter how many times Dustin insists he thinks that Steve and Eddie would actually get along, if they ever got to know each other, Steve avoids him.

The Upside Down, as it so often does, seems to have other plans. 

Turns out, Henderson, little shit that he his, had been right. Again. 

A few days of helping Eddie hide from the cops and Upside Down misadventures is all it takes to realize: he and Eddie do get along. 

Eddie, who looks to Steve for explanations, big brown eyes curious and anxious, and then actually listens to Steve when he provides them. Eddie, who catches Dustin by the shoulders when he looks like he’s about to charge into Lover’s Lake himself and play wrestles with him in the grass as they prepare themselves for battle, falling into the roll of de facto big brother as easily as Steve always has. Eddie, who grins wide and teasing as he calls Steve big boy and presses his should right up against Steve’s chest as he lays down a plan of attack, always invading his space in a way that should be too close for comfort but Steve finds he doesn’t mind. Eddie, who confesses that he considers himself a coward despite all evidence to the contrary; who backs up Steve’s protests when the others are ready to charge full speed ahead into danger; who calls Steve a bad ass with a delighted twinkle in his eye after he bites into that gnarly demo-bat; who admits, open and easy, that he was jealous of Steve too. 

Eddie, who along with everyone around Steve, has somehow gotten it into his head that Steve and Nancy are on round two of their second chance romance, fated to fall back into each other’s arms here at the end of times. 

He tells Steve so, in no uncertain terms, while Steve’s eyes drift downwards, the moment feeling surreal as he watches Eddie’s mouth form the words. 

He buys into it, a little, though, he guesses. Enough to admit his cross-country dreams had included Nancy, as they trek to take care of Vecna once and for all. 

Even as he says the words out loud, they don’t quite sound right to him anymore. 

A silence falls after his admission, Nancy looking at him like she knows she needs to say something. And then Robin, his own personal guardian angel, interrupts them, and the moment passes. 

Their moment passes. For good this time. 

After they’ve done all they could to put a stop to Vecna, they head back to Eddie’s trailer, their agreed upon rendezvous point. 

As soon as he sees the two figures huddled on the ground, a cloud of demo-bats dissipating in the air above them, Steve breaks into a run.

Dustin is clutching Eddie in his arms. Steve falls to his knees beside them, reaching out to shoulder Eddie’s weight himself. 

Steve is certain that he’s dead. 

The thought seems, for just a moment, to make his own heart freeze in his chest.

Beneath him, Eddie suddenly sucks in a wet, rattling breath.

“Shit,” Steve exhales, realizing only then that he had been holding his own, “shit, Eddie. Hey, man. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Beside him, Dustin lets out a wrecked sob. He looks at Steve like he believes it. 

“I thought I told you not to be a hero,” Steve says, later, voice quiet but stern.

They made it to the relative safety of the mobile home and are now tucked together in the back, Eddie’s head sprawled against his knees. Steve keeps an arm clutched around him to keep him as still as he can, Nancy taking the curves back to the Creel House way too fast.

Steve had seen the severed rope as they trundled, just barely, out of the portal in the roof of the trailer and back into the real world. Dustin has been limping ever since they found him.

Eddie had gone back. To distract the bats. To protect them. He’d even done his best to save Dustin from playing hero in the process. 

It was brave, and heroic, and stupid, and Steve aches a little at the thought of it. 

“Couldn’t let you show me up this time, big boy,” Eddie slurs, the laugh in his voice almost choked as he blinks blearily up at Steve, brown eyes dazed but bright. 

Then he passes out in Steve’s lap.

Oh, Steve thinks, hand gripped around Eddie’s wrist, his steady pulse beneath Steve’s fingertips a comfort as a new kind of panic starts to rise. 

He feels it. The thickness in the air as something clenches in his chest, dizzying, like a rollercoaster drop. 

Falling.

Oh, holy shit.

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once october hits and the weather turns cold, steve, eddie, robin, and nancy deicde to go to a pumpkin patch.

it's robin's idea, as she reads about the opening of one nearby and gets excited about going and indulging in all things fall.

steve pulls out his favorite chunky knit sweater (eddie touches it once when he first sees steve, then cant stop petting it throughout the rest of their trip because "it's so soft, man"). nancy's got her giant knit scarf looped around her neck at least three times (by the end of the night she'll be sharing it with robin). and eddie and robin unintentionally match in their flannels — eddie's topped with his leather jacket, robin's with her jean jacket.

they go with the intention of hunting for the perfect pumpkins to carve; but when they get to the pumpkin patch they see that it's so much more than just a pumpkin patch. there are stands with gourds, and apples, and squashes, and all kinds of fall fruits and veggies. there are craft stalls set up too, people selling homemade jewelry or candles or tie-dyed t-shirts or wooden carvings and the like.

there's a wooden cabin with a full baking kitchen and display cases of all sorts of baked goods: turnovers of all sorts, apple pies, pecan pies, berry pies, caramel apples, apple donuts, fudge. they sell apple cider, hot and cold, at the counter too.

at the entrance to the pumpkin patch area there are some wooden photo stand-ins, one of two scarecrows standing next to each other, one of three pumpkins in a wooden wheelbarrow, and one of a sunflower. nancy brought her polaroid, so they all take turns sticking their faces into the cutouts. she snaps one photo of steve and robin in the scarecrows, another of steve, robin, and eddie in the pumpkins, one of robin in the sunflower. steve takes the polaroid from her and insists nancy and eddie take a turn in the scarecrows, so they do. they robin catches nancy by surprise, curling her arms around her from behind, tucking her chin over nancy's shoulders, and steve snaps a photo of that too.

in the pumpkin patch itself, they search for the perfect pumpkin. eddie had a very specific criteria for his — it's got to be a big one with a good face to carve into; it's got to make a good sound when he knocks on it; it's got to be orange enough; it can't be rotten; there needs to be a stem. steve picks up pumpkin after pumpkin, holding each out to eddie with a raised eyebrow. each one gets a full inspection, but eddie always finds something wrong with them. "it's too skinny, there's not enough room to carve anything good." "steve, the whole underside is rotted, did you even look at it!" "mm, no, it doesn't have a stem." it's a little ridiculous, steve thinks, but he can't say he isn't having fun with it. sometimes he picks one that very obviously doesn't fit eddie's criteria on purpose — he likes the look eddie gives him each time, something fondly, affectionately annoyed. and if that also gets eddie to stick more closely to steve's side since steve can't seem to figure it out, that's just a bonus.

after they find their pumpkins, they hit the bakery. nancy gets a blackberry turnover, robin orders a dozen apple donuts ("i need some to take home, steve! these things are the best!"), eddie gets a caramel apple, and steve orders a slice of apple pie. he also gets some assorted fudge to bring back for the kids. they all get cups of hot apple cider too.

robin and nancy share their pastries, sitting close and swapping bites. eddie nearly gets his hair stuck in the caramel, and steve just laughs. eddie laughs back at him when steve spoons up a particularly big chunk of apple filling and it slips off the end of the spoon and right into his lap. he says it's karma. then holds up his apple, grinning stupidly, and says "or should i say... caramel." it's a terrible joke, but it makes steve laugh anyways as he tries to clean himself off.

robin asks nancy if she wants to go on the hay ride and nancy says yes but also jokes that robin is stealing steve's move because he used to always take his dates on the hay ride as an excuse to cuddle up to them. this, of course, makes steve flush bright red because not five minutes earlier he'd asked eddie if he wanted go on the hay ride. eddie had said yes, and steve did have every intention of using said hay ride as an excuse to cuddle up to him, thanks very much nancy.

they sit close on the hay bales in the back of the wagon, thighs pressed together, arms brushing. steve rests his arm against the side of the wagon behind eddie, feels eddie shift closer, sees the smile pulling at his mouth out of the corner of his eyes.

one of the tires ends up popping on the tractor pulling the wagon, so everyone unloads and starts the trek back through the apple trees on foot. robin loops her arm through nancy's and off they go, following the crowd. steve elects to hang back a little, waiting for the crowd to disperse, leaving him and eddie to their lonesome.

eddie jokes that steve orchestrated the whole thing to get him alone.

steve laughs, takes a step closer to eddie. backs him up against one of the apple trees. steve doesn't know where the sudden confidence is coming from, but he's grateful for it as he takes eddie's jaw into his hand, cups his palm to it's curve and draws eddie in, bringing their lips together.

he kisses him — the way he's wanted to all day. the way he's wanted to for months now.

eddie tastes like tangy apples and sweet caramel. his mouth is warm and responsive, his tongue soft and insistent against steve's.

when they part, eddie laughs, bright and happy, fingers gripping the front of steve's sweater in a bunch.

the two of them make their way back to the pumpkin patch, fingers twisted together at their sides. they spot robin and nancy, sitting on one of the benches together, nancy's scarf looped around both of their necks — just like steve predicted it'd be. when robin and nancy spot them back, robin's eyes go wide and she claps her hands together, pointing out their clasped hands to nancy, who smiles knowingly.

"you two get a little lost back there?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

steve laughs, flushes pink. he glances over at eddie, leans into his side more, swings their hands a little. "something like that," he answers.

"you had the right idea, roping us into coming here, buckley," eddie chimes in.

"glad to be of service," robin salutes, grinning salaciously.

and yeah, it was the right idea, steve thinks.

they just might have to make this a tradition.

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can i get a hell yeah for perv!eddie + perv!reader

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all photos found on pinterest

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A little… sweetness to counteract the other one I made.

(I love them your honour.)

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nancy setting down a card: ace of spades

eddie pulling out an uno card: +4

robin pulling out a pokémon card: charzard i choose you

steve, trembling: what are we playing?

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Don’t yell at me tumblr, there’s no nips or dicks.

Come get your Steddie fix. This took forever.

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repost if you are a part of the argyle appreciation club

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This is two shows now where I've sobbed over Joel Stoffer's final scene. If he could be cast in a show that wasn't trying to stab me through the heart, that'd be great.

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random eddie munson headcanons p.2 because i can’t stop thinking about this loser. is this totally incoherent? probably. do i care tho?

gn!reader, slight references of reader’s size

NICKNAMES

its constant. you start to wonder if he actually remembers your name

among his favourites are sweet cheeks, sugar, darlin(g), babe, smoke show, etc.

the more embarrassing the better

regularly calls you by your character name if you play d&d

pretends to burst into flame every time he passes a church because he thinks its funny

likes to crack jokes on stage at his shows but they never land

man thinks he is a stand up comedian while the 5 drunks heckle him

it doesn’t matter because he’s really only doing it to make you laugh

eddie loves to play fight

he likes being dominant but like not in a mean sexy way

but something about the fact that he could manhandle you drives him NUTS

starts out with one of you ‘tasering’ the other

which breaks into a tickle fight and before you know it eddie is hauling you over his shoulder tossing you on his bed

the squeal you let out and your heavy breathing makes his head spin

this inevitably turns into making out duh

he loves it when you take care of him in small ways

bringing his a fresh coffee when he drives you to school (one cream and half a cup of sugar)

brushing his hair when he’s tired or just giving him reassuring little head scratches 

u wanna make him melt? tuck his hair behind his ear & he is putty in your hands

reading his favourite books to him

he’s got a soft spot for for fantasy (claims it to be his first love) but he also loves gritty dystopian novels about Living In A Society

“girly” things are his guilty pleasure

eddie secretly loves when you teach him how to braid his hair or sitting on the couch with you doing facemasks and watching the princess bride together

“as you wish” pretty much becomes his catchphrase around you

painting your nails to match

he would do anything to see you smile, to hear that contented sigh as you settle yourself against his chest

likes giving piggybacks, or carrying you like a big teddy bear

it makes him feel like a Man

speaking of which

“is that guy bothering you babe? I’ll beat him up right now”

most people think his rambunctious attitude is an act but he has always been like that. it gets him into trouble Often

his favourite animal is probably racoons

he had really bad insomnia when he first moved into the trailer in middle school

when he couldn’t sleep he used to sit outside waiting for his uncle wayne to get home from work

eventually he noticed the family of racoons that lived in the trailer park 

eddie started feeding them every night until they started living under the porch

wayne did give him a rare scolding for that one, but ed still feeds them when they come around

we know this man is a Gentleman™️

ALWAYS let’s u take the first hit when y’all smoke together

“you can take it before i get my cooties all over it” “we literally made out 10 minutes ago”

as good as he is with his hands, he cannot roll for shit so it takes him 10 minutes for a single spliff

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