#Steddie calendar

[littleststarfighter]

Okay, it’s now official, my Steddie Calendar is on sale 🤩

Going Steddie 2024 calendar

It will be on sale for Pre-order from the 7th till the 13th of November. Sorry it’s such a short run. I don't know how long the printers will take to print them and I don't want to be missing the last International postal dates and having them be very late. My own fault for doing this so late.

It'll be 22 Pages, US Letter Landscape (11 x 8.5 in / 279 x 216 mm), Premium Color, Wire-O and Glossy Cover.

🚨🚨IMPORTANT STUFF🚨🚨

As it's a pre order I will print once the week is up. I did a test print and it took about 3 weeks turnaround on printing so the calendar won't ship until I get them in from the printers. I’ll be notifying you all here if anything goes wonky or when they come in. When they arrive I will post out as fast as I can. I will be packing them in plastic wrapping and heavy card book mailers to keep them as safe as I can.

If you have any questions or queries please don't hesitate to contact me here on Tumblr. I'll try my best to answer everything and fix any problems if I can.

I do not ship to Russia, Ukraine or any country listed as 'on suspension' on this list https://business.help.royalmail.com/app/answers/detail/a_id/5317/~/international-incidents-update I will cancel any from those countries. I'm really sorry about that.

[saquesha13]

It’s Steddie September bitches!!!

My mom bought this calendar & this month is the best one yet, i’m never throwing this in the trash.

Steddie nation will never die!

[eriquin]

@littleststarfighter guess what arrived!

[morganbritton132]

Eddie post a Tiktok of Steve mid-rant about how the party doesn’t use their shared calendar correctly. You can tell this has been going on for a while because Steve is just listing stupid stuff that’s on it now - “On the twentieth, Dustin wrote ‘Moon.’ ???? Is he going to the fucking moon?! Is he looking at it? Max wrote a threat for Thanksgiving, but like, not a descriptive one so I don’t know… I don’t know what it means. Is she threatening us to come over?” The entire time Steve is ranting, Eddie is nodding along while zooming in on his ass.

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[steveshairychest]

Eddie wears those boxers that have the days of the week across the top but he never wears the correct one.

Somedays Steve thinks he's got the day wrong because Eddie's boxers say it's Wednesday but Steve could have sworn it was still Tuesday. He panics slightly because if it's actually Wednesday he's supposed to be at work. "Eddie, is it Wednesday?!"

Eddie spits out his toothpaste and shrugs his shoulders. "Time isn't real, Steve." Eddie doesn't know what day of the week it is.

[sept-stobin-extravaganza]

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[fairysteve]

Eddie gets the idea while grocery shopping.

It's the end of November, but some of the people in Hawkins know how to hold a grudge, so Eddie still avoids being out alone when possible. This time, he had been buying groceries with Steve.

The domesticity always get to him, but this time especially. Steve had paused by the advent calendars, looked through the different designs, and carefully picked out seven. Eddie didn't even get time to formulate a joke before Steve softly explained that this is his third year doing this for the kids, how it started after he befriended Dustin, and how after experiencing an awful thanksgiving, Steve wanted the kids to have a brighter December. It's not about Christmas, it's about having something to look forward to each day, even if it's something silly like a piece of chocolate.

And Eddie understands. After all, he's still not comfortable alone in public after seven months, and he's only been through this once.

But here Steve is, keeping him company and doing something for the kids, and Eddie can't help but wonder what anyone does for Steve in turn.

And looking at the advent calendars, looking at Steve, thinking about how domestic it feels to go grocery shopping together, Eddie knows what to do.

25 days of giving Steve Harrington the affection he deserves, starting on December 1st. And if it doubles as a plan to woo Steve, well, Eddie has always been a bit selfish.

But seeing Steve smile will be worth it, even if it doesn't end in a spectacular Christmas Day kiss.

[fastcardotmp3]

Three years ago, Steve climbed out of the Upside Down and was knocked to his knees with the reality of survival. Now, he walks upon his own two feet again, always in search of the sun. sequel to "The White Rabbit" | Steddie | Rated M

read on ao3 | playlist

excerpt from the first chapter below the cut:

There isn’t much to say, and Steve isn’t very good at weaving together the right way to say much of anything these days, so by the time he’s on the couch and listening to Eddie rattle around in the fridge for a couple cans of PBR, it’s not like he’s going to start discovering subtly. 

“Robin was saying Nance was looking for new work,” Eddie’s saying, because Eddie is good at weaving together a bridge to the point where Steve joins the conversation. 

Where it used to be verbal sparring between the two of them, Eddie’s verbose tendencies offer a soft place for Steve’s bluntness to land; where it used to be harsh jabs and an unwillingness to compromise, it’s space open wide that Steve doesn’t feel compelled to fill. 

“I think those editors at the Star are killing her spirit a little bit, keep trying to send her on wild goose chases,” Eddie continues as he approaches the couch, sits on the coffee table across from Steve and Chrissy instead of trying to squeeze in next to them and force physical closeness as Steve’s knee bounces, bounces, bounces with the building tension of news in his chest. “It’s about time, if you ask me, you know? She’s not built to work for corporate journalism, she’s got too much of her own story to tell still and—”

“I can leave.” 

The bridge. Steve standing right at the center of it, right on the edge above the roaring of a familiar river. 

“You can…?” Chrissy turns on the couch, legs pulled up so she’s facing him directly, hands in her lap and freshly chopped hair swinging around her jawline. 

“I can leave Hawkins,” he elaborates, although not at much length. “Owens said so.” 

The world goes quiet, the hum of the radiator by the window filling dead air as Steve feels more than really watches the stunned processing going on across both Chrissy and Eddie’s faces. 

The world goes quiet. And then a breath.

“Holy shit,” Eddie exhales, the sound of it almost like a prayer Steve recalls from childhood. 

Steve bounces his knee where he sits on the couch and then finally looks up to meet huge, brown eyes, glistening and wild. 

“Robin will be here soon,” he asks, because it’s the only rational step forward from here, “right?” 

Eddie nods mutely. The radiator clangs. 

[artiststarme]

April Fool's!

Just a short fic about how I think Steve and Eddie would handle April Fool's Day. I hope you like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

They’d been together for a year at that point and what a year it had been. In that time, Eddie had his name cleared of multiple murders, had gotten his first boyfriend, graduated high school on his third attempt, got adopted into a dysfunctional family, and had fallen in love. ‘86 really was his year. 

But now, he thinks ‘87 would be even better. If the upcoming months were anything like the last then he was looking forward to it. As he laid in bed watching a softly snoring Steve, he couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was. He had the perfect man curled around him like a blanket-hogging octopus and he’d never felt so in love. 

When Steve’s arms stretched and his mouth opened in a disgustingly wide yawn that made his nose scrunch, Eddie could do little more than coo affectionately at the sight. Steve’s eyes blinked blearily at him and he smiled a tired, but still beamed the brightest smile. “G’morning Eds.”

Eddie meant to say good morning back or compliment him on how beautiful he looked so early in the morning. What he ended up saying though was perhaps the worst thing he could’ve said. “Marry me.”

Son of a bitch, why’d he do that?! They’ve only been together a year, fuck! It wasn’t like he didn’t mean it, he’d marry Steve in the snap of a finger. However, his boyfriend deserved a huge proposal with lots of planning and meaning, not some half-hearted (albeit well-meaning) slip of tongue. 

As he watched the emotions on Steve’s face, he saw a lot. His expressions flickered between surprise, contentment, confusion, disappointment, and anger, but seemed to settle on hurt. Tears flooded Steve’s eyes but he swiped them away angrily. 

“What the fuck, Eddie. Why would you say that?” He sneered at him, anger covering his heartbreak. 

Eddie was taken aback for a moment. He didn’t think that his proposal warranted that reaction but he wasn’t going to judge Steve for being hurt and disappointed. He would be too if Steve had proposed so blandly on a random Wednesday.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that! You just looked so cute that I was thinking about it and my mouth moved faster than my brain. I’m sorry and you don’t have to answer now. I’ll ask again later and it’ll be way better and way more romantic,” he promised. 

Steve just shook his head and clambered out of bed. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a polo off the floor as he went, muttering angrily under his breath all the while. Then he disappeared through the doorway. 

Eddie sat on the bed in shock. He gets that he made a mistake by just blurting it out like that but was Steve really that against marrying him? I mean, it wasn’t even legal to do yet so they wouldn’t be married in the eyes of the law. It would just be an acknowledgement to themselves and their family about how much they love each other. So why was he so against it? 

When he heard the unmistakable jingle of Steve grabbing his car keys, Eddie shot out of bed and barricaded the door to the trailer with his body. He couldn’t let Steve leave when they were fighting (not after the last time he left and hid with Robin for two weeks and gave Eddie the silent treatment). 

“Steve, please don’t leave. I’m sorry, I don’t really know why you’re acting like this but I want to talk to you about it. Communication and shit. Please,” Eddie begged him. His eyes were pleading as he gazed at his boyfriend’s sad and stricken face. 

Steve shook his head and cleared his throat, “Was everything a joke to you?”

“What-”

“Our entire relationship, was it all just a massive prank? Haha Eddie, it’s hilarious. Now get out of the way,” Steve said. He lightly pushed at Eddie’s shoulder, gentle even in the face of his pain. 

“What are you talking about, why would it be a joke? I love you,” Eddie stated confusedly.

“Then why would you ask me to marry you on April Fool’s, Eddie? Like I wouldn’t say yes in a heartbeat if you asked me and actually meant it! Now seriously, I’m not dealing with this right now so let me leave.” He pushed at Eddie’s shoulder again but Eddie stood firm. 

“Of course I meant it! It wasn’t how I wanted to ask and I don’t have a ring ready and we can’t actually do it legally without being arrested. But I do want to marry you. I’m really sorry that I blurted it out like that but I meant it wholeheartedly.” 

“It’s April Fool’s Day, asshole!” Steve’s voice wavered as if realizing that that didn’t necessarily mean as much as he thought it did. 

Eddie felt the trailer’s door push against his back as Wayne arrived home from his shift. Oh hell no, no one was getting in or out of this trailer until he said his goddamn piece.  

“How the fuck am I supposed to know that? I hardly remember my own birthday, much less when April Fool’s Day is! I saw you looking sexy as hell and thought, ‘I want to marry this guy’. I didn’t consider what day it was!” 

The nudging of the trailer door against his back abruptly stopped and it slammed shut. It seemed that Uncle Wayne did not want any part of this lover’s spat. 

Steve dropped his keys onto the kitchen counter and ran his hands down his face. “God, I’m so stupid.”

“Hey, no you’re not! Don’t talk about yourself like that. I mean, if I knew it was April Fool’s today… Okay, I probably still would’ve asked. But I would’ve clarified that it wasn’t a prank and that I was only asking you because I can’t imagine myself not waking up to you for the rest of my life.”

Steve’s hands dropped from his face onto Eddie’s shoulders. “That was the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me. Of course, I’ll marry you.”

And then, he kissed him. Years and years later on the day gay marriage became legal in Indiana, they made their marriage official surrounded by all their friends and family. They were older then, more gray hairs and back pain but even still, they sealed the deal with a kiss.

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[atlantablack]

gimme those eyes, it’s easy to forgive

Good Die Young | Halsey

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

transmasc eddie who knows about stevies six nuggets dream and is like listen ill do ONE MAYBE and then after they've had their first child and he's spent his entire pregnancy like '☺️ my baby' he turns to his wife like what have you done to me. why do i also want six kids now. am i drugged.

[littleststarfighter]

Making a calendar XD

I was asked last year if I'd make a Steddie calendar. But I didn't have much time to make one. But this year I thought it'd be fun. I found Lulu does a really great print on demand which means it'd be easier for me to use them as I don't have to do the packing and customs. 

But, I have a problem. Lulu's calendars are landscape and most of my Steddie work is portrait, so to fit them in that small a space would mean severely cropping and missing out a lot of the pictures. So I was playing in canva and came up with these designs, so far.

Would you buy an art calendar if it looked like this? I kinda thought it’d be fun this way. But I'd love to know what you guys think.

[steddieas-shegoes]

February Posting Calendar

So yeah it's gonna be a busy month for the boys I put into endless situations (and for OC week, the woman who gets them out of them)

[justrambles]

(Beauty and the beast steddie au)

No.8 — Curse

"Okay, so you first gotta know that Steve's dad is a bit of a prick. A douchbag, and a cheater — from what we've gathered. No, Steve doesn't mind if we talk shit about him. Robin gave us permission.

"Yeah, uh, we don't know what exactly happened, but we think that Mr. Harrington cheated on his wife. She found out, made Mr. Harrington ditch the lady he was cheating on with. But the problem was that the lady he messed up was not an ordinary woman. I don't think she's even human.

"Oh, how are we involved in this? Well, you know, we were all hanging around this house. Steve's parents were rarely here, so Steve let us play at his house. It was a party, just between us. But then someone knocked and it was her— she seemed real angry, I only heard her voice because Steve was at the door but it was really scary.

"She kept demanding for Mr. Harrington and didn't believe when Steve told her he wasn't here. Steve told her to go away and shut the door, and the next thing we know—

"She was shouting from the lawn that all the Harringtons were cold-hearted loveless jerks that only care about themselves, and they needed to pay for the damage they do to others. She said 'I'll show you what monster you are, Harrington, and no one will be able to go away until a Harrington blood finds an act of true love, for others than themselves.' Yeah, I think those were the words. When we looked out, she was already gone, and we were like this."

It's messed up, Eddie thinks. They had nothing to do with the drama and was just caught in the crossfire. All because some dude couldn't keep his hands to himself.

"Wait, so what about Mr. Harrington? Didn't he do anything about it? It seems like this is his problem," Eddie fumes.

Lucas just shrugs. "We don't know."

"You don't know."

"Yeah, he never came back. Robin and Nancy have a theory for that, actually. They think that everyone just forgot about us, the Harringtons included. After the curse, we stopped seeing people around Loch Nora, not even around their homes. And the vines just started growing. We think they all left. They forgot about us, and they don't know we're here."

When Lucas says the word 'they', it seems wary, almost sad. It makes Eddie realize that Lucas must've had family and friends outside their group of now, and they perhaps forgot about him. Eddie just wants to hug the little guy, tell him everything's gonna be better, do everything he can to make it better, but doesn't know what to do.

So Eddie just groans internally and pulls his hair, stressed. Maybe he can come up with a plan for the curse. He's great at coming up with something. Lucas said that the curse was that no one would—

"What, are we sharing secrets now?"

They quickly turn their heads towards the source of interruption and Max is standing at the door, with the barest hint of curiosity in her eyes. Lucas of course perks up at the sight of her, and goes into explanation.

"Max, Eddie wanted to know about the curse— and since he's staying with us for a while I thought maybe we could... tell him?"

"Why are you asking me? It's everyone's secret, that means it's yours too. Do whatever you want, dork."

And Max just plops down beside Lucas. Max will punch him (with her claws out) for this, but Eddie thinks they're adorable. Young love, it seems.

But Max is no longer interested in her company, now focused on the wall in front of her.

"So you've been out in the world," she comments. It takes Eddie a moment to realize she's talking to him. "What day is it today?"

The question is carried out in a casual way, but it causes Lucas to gawk at her.

"I thought you said it was all pointless," he breathes out. "You told Dustin he was being an idiot for hanging onto something so meaningless."

Max huffs out a reply. "Well, maybe I found out it might not be."

"Why?"

"Maybe something's going to change."

And she's staring at Eddie like she knows something, something that gave her hope after all those years, but Eddie really doesn't get what she knows. It's all confusing, so he decides to answer what he does know.

"June 23rd, 1986."

There's a slight shift in Max's eyes, but she just hums in acknowledgment as she walks towards the wall. She reaches out, and scratches '6/23/1986' on the wall.

***

Eddie is sitting with his back to Steve's door. In the midst of the conversation, he recalls the odd look Max gave him.

"Hey, Steve?"

"Hm?"

"Does Max ever scare you?"

Steve just scoffs at Eddie's words. "Eddie, she's a kid. And I've known her for a long time. Why would she be scary?"

"I don't know, man. Today she just stared at me like she knew something I didn't and I should have, it was kinda really scary. Does she ever give you that look?"

There's a bit of a pause. Steve eventually clears his throat and answers.

"Uh, yeah, actually. Just yesterday, too. That's the face she has for me, to tell me that I'm being idiotic about something. That I'm missing something obvious. I don't know what brought it on this time, though. But I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

"Shit, is it really a thing? Did we do something wrong? I don't want to make her upset."

"I don't think you're going to be in a trouble yet, Eddie. Well, at least a permanent trouble. So... just-, try to notice things? That's what Robin tells me to do."

Eddie doesn't know what the things are but he hums anyway. Steve, probably having gone through the conversation in his thoughts again, clears his throat again and adds hastily,

"You know, you can never tell her this but that stare kinda does scares me."

"Right?!"

[tiredoffeelinglost-writes-shit]

"Christmas lights" - Day 1

(Stranger Things, Steddie, Ronance, unbeta’d Christmas fluff)

Word count: ~720

Mrs. Harrington would clutch her pearls at the mere idea of using any Christmas lights other than white bulbs on green wire. The wire blended perfectly with the green foliage of the artificial tree they had (A real tree was too much maintenance when you’re away from home so often and they were much too dirty for her pristine house) and allowed for the soft glow of the lights to come through and draw focus to the decorations she paid a pretty penny to have a professional hang. 

Steve, however, had clung to a vivid childhood memory of twinkling, multi-colored lights on a tree just big enough for him to decorate himself with whatever ornaments he wanted. That memory was what found him in the basement, searching through meticulously organized and labeled boxes searching for even a single strand of those lights. Finally, in a long-forgotten corner, he found his childhood packed away and covered in dust.

He set the last box down in the living room just before a loud knock came from the front door. 

Red-faced and bundled against the wind, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie rushed inside as soon as Steve had the door cracked. 

“Christ, I swear I’m gonna freeze my fingers off out there,” Eddie grumbled, exhaling hard over his hands.

“Wouldn’t want that,” Steve smirked, “might need another guitar solo to save the world some day. There’s hot cocoa and cider in the kitchen. Help yourselves.” He swept a hand vaguely toward the kitchen but led the way anyway.

Steve and Nancy smiled over cups of cider with cinnamon sticks and watched Robin and Eddie see who could make a bigger mountain of whipped cream and marshmallows on their cocoa. Eddie crowed when Robin’s tower ended up on the counter. 

Now cozy and warm, they made their way into the living room. 

The tree Steve bought wasn’t very big but he was still immensely proud of it. His first real tree. If needles ended up in the carpet, well, his mom didn’t have to know. And he would get to decorate it with the family he chose. 

They each took a box and started unpacking. Ornaments, garland, small trinkets, and of course, those lights Steve remembered so well.

The lights came out of the box in a ball of wire and rainbow bulbs. The pout on Eddie’s face sent Robin into a fit of giggles. Covering her face when a soft snort escaped. 

“I swear, they tangle themselves in the box,” he huffed but started untangling them nonetheless, nudging a still laughing Robin with his foot. 

It took some work and a few choice words but they managed to get all the tangles and kinks out of the garland and lights. Nancy and Robin weaved around each other effortlessly, stringing them up the tree, stealing quick kisses whenever they passed each other on their way around. Eddie and Steve made sure no ornament was left behind in the boxes, laying them all out. 

No real rhyme or reason was put into ornament placement. If it looked good and fit, that’s where it belonged.

They giggled and shared stories as they worked. Family memories and traditions, stories of the Party that Eddie didn’t know yet but they wanted to include him in. At one point they started singing carols in the worst ways possible and their cheeks and ribs hurt from how much they were laughing. 

When the last ornament found its place, Steve bent to plug in the lights.

“Ready?” He grinned at his friends. Robin bounced on her toes, jostling Nancy and Eddie on either side of her. They all nodded, smiling back at him. 

The tree was bright in the dimly lit room, winking colors into the corners that haven’t looked lived in since as long as Steve could remember. 

Standing to admire their work, Steve slid an arm around Eddie’s waist and pressed a kiss to his temple. His other arm went over Robin’s shoulders, his hand coming to rest on Nancy’s shoulder next to her. He tugged them all close, a wide grin on his face, and if anyone noticed him wipe the moisture from his eyes, they just held him closer. 

Steve was determined to make new memories and promised to himself to never let them end up packed away in a box again. 

[steveshairychest]

Eddie's kitchen catches on fire and he's standing on his lawn in nothing but his minecraft boxers as the hottest fireman he's ever seen runs into his house to put out the fire. When he comes back out, he openly looks Eddie up and down with a smirk, the action causes Eddie to cross his arms awkwardly over his bare chest.

"That was a lot of bacon for one dude."

Eddie blushes and angrily looks anywhere but at the hot sweaty fireman. "I was craving meat." He blurts out without thinking.

The fireman raises an eyebrow. "Right, well be more careful next time." He starts walking back towards the firetruck and Eddie takes that as his cue to make the walk of shame back inside, but then he hears the fireman call out, "Call me next time you're craving meat."

Eddie practically bursts into flames on his front lawn.