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I like to think Eddie craves physical affection at random times and Steve silently obliges!

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It’s All Worth It

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You said “running” and I said “bet”. Inspired by me and my sister’s attempt to train for a half marathon.

Steve blinks at Eddie like he’s grown another foot and turned purple. “You want to what?”

“No, I know, but I swear I haven’t been taken by a bodysnatcher. I just think it would be cool, y’know?”

“Babe,” Steve says, trying hard to sound supportive. “You hate all form of physical exercise. You called P.E. a direct affront to the Geneva Convention.”

“Yeah. And I stand by that, P.E. is evil. This isn’t P.E.”

Steve sighs. “Okay. Walk me through this. You think it would be cool?”

“Yeah. Like, how many people could say they’ve done it, y’know?” He leans forward, spreads his hands. “I’m, uh. I’ve always been a runner. And up until now that’s been a bad thing. I run when things get hard or scary. But I don’t want to be like that anymore. I want it to mean something good.”

Steve melts. What choice does he have? He moves to sit on the couch next to Eddie, gently tugging his face up by his chin. “You’re perfect and I love you exactly as you are,” he starts, before being interrupted by a kiss. He smiles into it. When Eddie pulls away, he continues. “You don’t have to change a damn thing if you don’t want to. But if you really want to, how would you feel about me going with you, and helping you?”

Eddie’s eyes widen. “You would?”

Steve chuckles. “Babe, I’d kill interdimensional monsters for you. Even if I thought running should only be used as punishment, I’d still run with you. But as it happens, I do actually like running.”

Eddie snickers. “You’re such a jock.”

“You’re the one who brought up running, Ed.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who enjoys it. You’ll run with me?”

Steve smiles and sweetly kisses Eddie again. “Of course I will.”

It’s hard. Running a half marathon wasn’t ever going to be easy. But when Eddie crosses the finish line next to Steve, it’s all worth it.

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(Late to) steddie summer! ☀️♥️

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Steve gets dragged to a metal festival and he can't stand around just looking while the band is setting up. ao3

“Okay this is fucking awkward.” Steve says, his hands on his hips as he stands next to the group of sitting teenagers.

He had said the same thing fifteen minutes ago when he had left them there to go get drinks for everyone, as soon as they had arrived at the side stage and Steve had seen that there would be no rushing and shoving to stand at the front. They were the only ones there.

It was awkward, being the only ones waiting for the set to start, so he had left them there to go on a supply run. He is now back and the party is sitting there right next to the barricade, the rest of the makeshift pit for the festival empty save for a few other small groups standing around.

One of the guys walking on and off stage looks their way and acknowledges Steve with a nod. It’s the fourth time it’s happened in the two minutes Steve has been back. Every time from a different guy that Steve is pretty sure is one of the members of the band they are going to see setting up their shit.

Steve looks as the one with the twig arms and long hair tries to get a case of what must be a drum up the stairs and sighs. It doesn’t even look that heavy, the guy is just struggling to grab it correctly.

He is at the barricade in two strides and over it with a quick jump. He doesn’t pay attention at the chorus of “Steve what are you doing?” “Oh my god, you can’t do that” “Come back you can’t do that” and “You are going to get us kicked out!” he leaves behind. He just walks over to long hair guy and grabs the other side of the drum.

“I said I could-“ long hair guy starts to say, but the words die in his lips when he looks up and sees Steve.

Fuck. He looks pretty now that he is close. Steve might have miscalculated this. He didn’t know metal guys were pretty, he thought they were gross and rough. He may have tried to look better if he knew.

The guy looks over at Steve’s friends at the other side of the barricade, Dustin and Mike now standing up, their hands gripping the barrier.

“You are not supposed to be here,” the guys says, his voice smooth. There is an amused undertone in his voice, a slight upturn of the corners of his lips. Steve guesses, from his hair and clothes and the fact that he is in a metal band, that he is not a big fan of rules.

Steve shrugs. “Was getting sick of seeing you try to lift stuff with those noodle arms.”

“This?” the guy asks, flexing his arm. Okay, it is not that thin up close, the general look lied to Steve. “How do you know I was not struggling on purpose so you’d come help me?”

“It’d say that would be a horrible plan, luckily for you, I hate to stay looking while people struggle in front of me.”

“Do you know anything about setting up instruments?”

“No, but I’m good at lifting stuff.”

The guy’s eyes move down to look at Steve’s arms, flexing with the weight. Steve looks as the guy bites his lip.

“I see that.”

“Hey! If you guys don’t mind, I need my drums before the concert starts!” a voice shouts from the stage.

Steve and the guy get into action. Up in the stage, to the back where the dumkit is going to be.

“What else can I help with?” Steve asks once the case is set down on the floor.

“Can you bring all the stuff from the van while we set it up?” pretty boy asks. The guy opening the case with the drum (Steve is going to guess he is the drummer) sends him a weird look.

“Since when do we have a roadie?”

“Since now, I’ll get it.” Steve turns to go back for the other stuff.

When he is halfway through the stage, he looks towards the kids. Mike and Dustin are still standing gripping the barrier, but they are now looking at him with their mouths wide open. Steve sends a thumbs up their way.

“Don’t,” he says when Mike moves to jump over the barricade too, his hand moving to stop him with a pointed finger.

Mike stops, but he is about to protest when Dustin starts slapping his chest. There’s a mess of arms and pointed fingers, and both boys are now still, staring at some point to Steve’s back. Mike gulps.

Steve looks over his shoulder. Pretty guy -fuck, he forgot to ask his name- is standing in the middle of the stage, wagging his forefinger back and forth at the boys.

They look properly chastised, so Steve skips the few steps to get down from the stage and grabs the first box he sees.

By the time the set is about to start, they have a good rhythm going, Steve working in tandem with the boys from the band. He has even plugged up some stuff, and adjusted microphones. It is fun. Maybe he can sign up to work on this, Robin will probably be good at it too. He wishes she was here to try, but of course she met a girl that morning and is now god knows where. Probably getting drinks at the main stage, or making use of one of the tents.

Steve has more fun than he thought he would. The set is not very long, festival sets never are, but the music is good enough, the energy is high, and even getting into the moshpit to get Dustin out is fun enough.

There’s also the thing about Eddie – because that is pretty guy’s name. Steve had not asked it, but the other guys had shouted it enough – looking hot as fuck playing the guitar. The fast movements of his fingers, the way he stuck his tongue out, the way he grinned at Steve and winked in his direction.

When the set is finished and the band has said their goodbyes and then got back onstage to clear out their stuff for the next group, Steve wastes no time and jumps over the barricade again.

There is a security guy now, but he doesn’t stop Steve, he had seen him do the exact opposite move right before the concert started and they had talked before that. Steve pointing to his cap and asking him about the game last week.

Clearing up the stage is a bit more chaotic, with the people from the next group wanting to set up at the same time, but with Steve’s help they manage just fine. Soon, Steve is shutting the van’s doors and dusting off his hands.

“We are going to sell some t-shirts now, if you wanna help with that too,” Eddie says, leaning on the van with his shoulder and his arms crossed. He appears so suddenly that Steve almost jumps away, but he catches himself in time. Maybe not fast enough, if Eddie’s smile is anything to go by. “I’m sure your presence will make the ladies flock to us to spend their money.”

“You’ll have to pay me at some point if I keep helping you,” Steve answers with a snort, mirroring Eddie’s pose.

Eddie gasps and puts a hand to his heart, “you mean you are not doing this for the goodness of your heart?”

“A girl has to eat too,” Steve replies, and regrets it immediately when he sees Eddie’s amused face. Damn Robin and her catchy phrases.

“Well, we don’t have much money but I can find some other way to pay you back,” Eddie trails off as his eyes move down Steve’s body and he bites his lip, moving just a bit closer to Steve.

Steve moves closer to the other boy too. “I can take free drinks for the rest of the festival.” He pushes off the van, and starts walking off.

“Wait!” Eddie calls out, as if Steve was really leaving. He stops and turns to look at him. “You are staying for the rest of the festival?”

“Did you think we came all the way here just to see you?”

“Are you camping here too?” Eddie continues without acknowledging Steve’s interruption.

“You want me to camp with that bunch of kids? You think I’m crazy?” Steve waits until Eddie looks properly dejected to say. “We are in the small field, near gate C.” Eddie’s face splints in a grin. “You go sell your t-shirts and you can buy me a drink if you find me later.”

“I will,” Eddie answers.

Steve gets closer to him, puts his hand on the metalhead’s sweaty shirt, “and we can talk about other ways for you to pay me back.”

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a silly little notes app fic abt eddie's hair for my @steddiebingo free space | 795 words | T |

"So...Eddie's still not let you get your hands on his hair yet?" Robin asks during the slow hours of their shift at Family Video. 

It used to be all Steve would talk about. In the throes of crushing and pining, Steve talked about Eddie Munson near constantly anyways, but the guy's hair was a point he kept coming back to the most. For months, Robin had been made to listen to Steve's lamentations about how badly he wanted to run his fingers through Eddie's hair and teach him how to tame all the tangles and frizz. ("He'd have such gorgeous curls," Steve would sigh a minimum of twice a day; and Robin would tolerate it, because at least it was better than his lamentations about wanting to get in Eddie's pants.) 

When Steve and Eddie finally got together, Robin figured that would've been Steve's first order of business. She fully expected to be met with a glossy-curled Eddie within days of their new relationship. But it's been several weeks now, and Robin saw Eddie yesterday and his hair was still as mangy as ever.  

"You know, he does his hair like that on purpose," Steve says, setting down the stack of returns he's sorting and turning to face Robin. 

"What, like a raccoon that's just crawled out of a dumpster?" 

"Yeah, it's the style; it's 'metal.' He puts a lot of effort into it actually." 

"So he won't let you mess with it." Robin kind of understands that. 

Steve laughs and shakes his head. "No, he has, once. We took a shower together-" 

"Gross, do not need that image in my head, thanks."

"- and he let me wash his hair with all these nice curl products-" 

"Just lead with that next time." 

"- and he let me brush it with a good brush and put fancy conditioner and curl cream in it and everything. He let me do this whole routine, right, didn't complain once even though it kind of took a while." Steve smiles fondly, this dreamy little expression he always gets when he talks about Eddie. "I think we both just enjoyed the process, you know? He liked being pampered and I liked taking care of him. There's really something so romantic and intimate about doing someone's hair, I think." 

"That's sweet," Robin says, and she means it, really. She loves seeing her best friend happy and in such an adorable relationship. But she also kind of wants him to get to the point of this story. "So how did his hair turn out?" 

"Oh, yeah, it turned out perfectly," Steve says, but he laughs like it was a total disaster. "When it was all done and dry, he had these beautiful shiny, bouncy curls, just like I knew he would. But we take one look at his reflection in the mirror and we're both just bursting out laughing. He says, 'I fucking hate it,' and I say, 'I fucking hate it too.'" 

Robin tries to picture Eddie with glossy ringlets. "It didn't look good on him?" 

"It looked good, it just didn't look like Eddie," Steve says with a shrug. "It wasn't him. I realized in that moment just how attractive his normal, wild hair really is to me, because it's got personality, you know? Those supermodel curls just didn't fit—and it was honestly kind of a turn off. We had to mess it up immediately." 

"Do I want to know what you did to mess it up?" Robin ventures. Knowing them, 'messing it up' could mean anything from a filthy euphemism to something perfectly innocent. 

"We just backcombed the shit out of it." 

"Oh, good." 

Steve grins, eyes glinting with mischief. "And then of course I pushed him onto the bed and rode his dick into next week-"

"Ugh! God!" Robin shoves Steve's shoulder and he catches himself on the counter, laughing. 

The door chimes to announce a customer, and they both quickly straighten and try to look professional, but it's only Eddie in all his grungy, frizzy-haired glory. 

Steve's entire face lights up at the sight of him, bounding over to greet him like an excited puppy. Eddie's grinning too, the pure adoration in both of their eyes so sweet it's enough to make anyone sick. It's not long before they're sneaking off to the back room under some flimsy lie of searching for a movie, and Robin thinks it's cute that they still feel the need to make up an excuse for her when she knows they know she knows damn well what they're doing back there. Eddie's going to come back from that back room with hair even messier than before, and while Robin still cannot comprehend how Steve finds that man attractive, she's just happy they're happy. 

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STRANGER THINGS — 4.07: The Massacre at Hawkins Lab

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Smokin’ in the Boys’ Room ? Nah, Kissin’ in the Boys’ Room.

[originally posted 10.20.23]

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Eddie and Steve were shooting hoops. Steve knew it wasn't what Eddie had in mind when he'd invited him to hang out that night, but they were always hanging out in Eddie's comfort zone. Steve had watched Corroded Coffin perform at the hideout more times than he could count, and Eddie had gotten into the habit of hosting Hellfire's D&D sessions at his place. This time, the ball was in Steve's court.

He chose to take Eddie to an old outdoor basketball court on the edge of town he and Tommy would frequent what seemed like a lifetime ago. They'd smoked on the edge of the court and talked about nothing until the air turned icy then Steve had the bright idea to play HORSE.

Eddie was horrible. Worse than Steve expected, and honestly, Steve hadn't expected much. They'd been shooting hoops for the better part of an hour, and Eddie had yet to get one in. However, he was having fun creating more elaborate handicaps to give to Steve after each layup or swish he nailed.

Hop on one foot, Steve. Turn around five times, Steve. Close your eyes, Steve.

Yes, Eddie sucked, but he seemed to be having fun. Steve definitely was.

"You really are bad at this game, Munson." Steve chuckled as Eddie missed yet another shot.

"Dude, it's not my fault. Gays can't do sports, it's a fact of nature," Eddie huffed, sweat shining off his brow.

Eddie had come out to Steve a month beforehand, and it appeared he was finally finished walking on eggshells around Steve, no longer worried the former jock was lying about how perfectly okay he was having a gay friend.

"That's bullshit, dude. For one, 'Sports' is like a whole subgenre of lesbian," Steve argued, sounding genuinely offended. Robin was great at soccer. She was a closeted jock if Steve had ever seen one.

"And how does Steve Harrington know so much about gays anyway?" Eddie teased, wiggling his brow suggestively as he lined up another shot at the hoop.

Steve panicked. Eddie had come out to Steve, but he had no clue if Robin had come out to Eddie. Oh, Christ, had Steve outed Robin? He couldn't tell Eddie he'd heard about it from a friend. Steve had one friend, besides Eddie, who wasn't a kid, and that was Robin.

"Because I'm queer," Steve responded before he could come up with another excuse. Which solved one problem and created about twenty more.

Needless to say, Eddie missed his next shot and promptly began choking on air.

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He bounds downstairs two at a time, slips on the new pair of Nikes he bought the other day, and flings the door open—

To Eddie.

And Steve’s heart slows at the sight.

He knows—like a statement of fact—that he will never get tired of looking at him.

Eddie’s mess of curls is haphazardly tied in a bun, strands falling loose to frame his face. A black cut-off shirt reveals tattoos Steve knows by heart, peeking through the fabric. Ripped jeans. The silver of his handcuff belt and his rings glint under the yellow porchlight.

“I didn’t know what your favourite flower was,” Eddie says nervously, “so—”

He holds out a bouquet, and Steve has no idea what their names are, but he loves them: fire-reds, blushing pinks, egg-yolk yellows, citrus orange. A bundle of fireworks.

Steve takes them, and for a moment allows himself to swim in the scent of sweetness and earth. No one has given him flowers before, and there must be something in his eyes as he smiles at Eddie. Something that makes Eddie kiss him like this:

Long. Slow.

“We should get going,” Eddie sighs, pulling away like it takes effort.

“I’ll take those,” Robin says, already grabbing the bouquet from Steve.

And with a smile, Steve waves goodbye to the closing door of his parents’ house.

Hands held together down the driveway.

Separating as Steve slides into the passenger seat, Eddie driving —

And returning.

Easy as that.

They have dinner at the local Chinese restaurant on Main Street, just across from Hawk Cinema, and Steve’s cheeks hurt from laughing at Eddie struggling with the chopsticks. He wants to reach out, fold his fingers around Eddie’s, and show him how.

But the President had said, “maybe the Lord brought down this plague.“

And Hawkins is a small town.

So he sits, and laughs, and wants.

They grab popcorn and sodas, walk together up the aisle to the back of the cinema, and sit in the dark. At least, Steve tries to follow the story — Arnold Swarzneggar, machismo and muscle, is fighting an invisible enemy in the jungle somewhere in Central America.

But Eddie is next to him, whispering jokes in his ear, his hand laid on the armrest between them. And if Eddie were a girl it wouldn’t be as scary. It would be like breathing, to hold hands in the dark of a cinema.

His heart is beating against his ribs because blood runs through his veins, and he’s alive with Eddie, in this small, weird town in Indiana.

And he thinks: I have fought monsters greater than the President.

He smooths his fingertips over Eddie’s hand, and it’s no big declaration. No one stands up to scream.

Eddie just turns his hand, and their fingers lace. Warm. Home.

End credits.

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From my fic The World Ends and Starts With You. It's about grief and living in the absence of someone. I'm actually quite proud of my writing in this one.

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Give me weird period typical Steddie. I wanna see these two wrestling on the lawn of Eddie and Wayne’s trailer. Wet Willies and titty twisters and spitting contests. I wanna see these two catch bugs and shove them down each other’s shirts. Give me Steve shaking up Eddie’s coke and Eddie getting on Steve’s nerves with literally any kind of gag item. Give that man a kazoo and let him go. I wanna see them make dick balloons out of those plastic balloon straws.

Let them be boysssss I beg. These two are 19-20 years old, let them be immature lmao

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how many times, dad, i don't do drugs, it's only marijuana...

Some close ups under the cut :^)

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Inspired by: And They Were Roommates by kdqt314 🖤🖤🖤

Robin heaves another sigh, well aware that no one will pay any attention to it, like she isn’t a full one-third of this household. If someone didn’t know any better, they might think that she was at least partly to blame for the insufferable situation in which she had found herself. Well, they were wrong. After all, how could Robin possibly have foreseen the way two idiots could pine after one another, missing stolen glances by only seconds? How could she have known that living with two dudes was somehow so much grosser than just the one? It was like, exponentially worse since Steve had come to live with them. And she loved him, she did—platonic soulmates for life—but she really, really hated the way her dingus had changed the vibe.

Here's the thing...

Surprise? And happiest birthday to my beloved @ladydarklord angel of my life. Thank you for all the laughs and the unhinged voice notes and writing and creating together and and and!! 🎉🥳🎂😘✨️

Now everyone go read their fics and give them some steddie birthday love DO IT 🫵

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Steve comes out as bi and Dustin’s like ‘perfect’ and immediately reaches out to his favorite musician. He messages Eddie Munson from Corroded Coffin on every platform he exists on like, “I see that you only date losers. Let me introduce you to Steve. Here is a picture.”

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Been having this ping pong around my head for awhile so—

Steve and Eddie who barely interact post vecna, but the kids want to throw a surprise party for Steve’s birthday and Robin’s busy helping them set up and Nancy can’t hang out all day with Steve that would be uncomfortable after the whole 6 kids conversations and-

So yeah Eddie needs to hang out with Steve all day which already puts Eddie on edge because yeah this guy with the wet eyes who carried Eddie out of literal hell deserves a nice surprise, but what are they supposed to DO all day until Henderson calls and lets him know it’s ok to head back to Steve’s? go to the arcade?? Play *shudders* a sport together

So a pizza, 3 beers, and 2 movies, and half a joint later, Eddie is running out of ways to keep Steve occupied and is kinda freaking out about it and Steve has sensed that anxious energy since he got there and assumes Eddie was trying to be nice to Steve on his birthday by having him over for pizza but clearly doesn’t actually want Steve around so actually he will just go now thanks for having me over and -oh? A tour of your room…ok?

Eddie is trying to find anything in his room to distract Steve but the more frantic and more over the top the more on edge and annoyed it makes Steve and when Steve tries to leave again Eddie just fucking wrestles Steve and in a act of desperation handcuffs Steve to his bed frame and for a minute Eddie is very proud of himself for finally finding a way to get Steve to stay before realizing what he just did

They both are just staring at each other tangled up in eddies bed in disbelief that Eddie just handcuffed him to the bed