#Steddie nation this is for you

[lokidokeyartichoki]

Steddie Howls Moving Castle AU, where Eddie is Howl, Steve is Sophie and Dustin is Markl except Steve is his older brother figure and has gone after him after finding out he went to apprentice under a devil worshipping wizard. Steve is cursed by some other witch or wizard but uses the fact that he’s old to finally escape his parents/he’s thrown out for it. It takes until he’s out of his parents place to actually be able to look for Dustin, who admittedly is having the time of his fucking life following an over dramatic, running from responsibilities and the law Eddie, who actually probably DIDNT make a deal with a demon but instead saved a small fire demon named Robin who he gets on with like a moving castle on fire. Steve keeps his own curse going with his self doubt and lack of self preservation and esteem. Perhaps maybe even Nancy is the witch who cursed him during their “it’s bullshit” fight and Steve believes the curse so strongly no one can lift it.

It’s 1:15 am and my brain has decided this needed to be written down.

[melonalemonade]

will always come back to them

[strangersatellites]

It had all started in Photography 101. 

All he had needed was one more elective added to his schedule for the fall semester to be considered a full-time student. It was Robin who had suggested photography.

Steve had never had that great of a memory to begin with, the numerous blows to the head from juvenile high school fights certainly doing him no favors. Sometimes the amount of time it took to jog Steve’s memory surpassed the time it would’ve taken to simply tell him the story as if he hadn’t been there himself. 

He was always able to grasp the memory eventually, but sometimes they were slippery in his mind. 

He and Robin had found that his memory was ten times better if he had something to look at. Sometimes that was a souvenir from a trip, sometimes it was a takeout menu with his order circled in red pen, sometimes it was a physical scar on his skin from some silly injury. But most of the time it was pictures. 

Steve took to taking photos of everything. His friends, his food, the landscape, a book with a pretty cover, anything he wanted to be able to remember.

The walls of his room grew to be covered with polaroids and prints, some staged, most not. Many blurry and out of focus, but in the moment just the same. 

So when Robin suggested Photography 101, Steve saw an opportunity to take something he did for his own benefit and turn it into something he really enjoyed, something he was good at. 

The semester was a breeze and Steve flourished under the attention of his professor. He was constantly drowning in compliments about the movement in his photos and his eye for composition. 

(Robin would tell him on several occasions that she had never seen him enjoy something this much.)

By the time the semester was coming to a close, he was left with one final project. The professor had been intentionally very vague in her description of it throughout the semester, so Steve was a little on edge. 

Sitting in the front row of the small classroom, he twirled the strap of his camera around his fingers while he daydreamed. The room slowly filled and the professor settled in behind her desk. 

About five minutes after class was supposed to have begun Steve noticed they were all still sitting in silence. Glancing at the professor he saw her brows furrow and a frustrated lilt to her lips as she looked at her watch.

What are we waiting for? 

She stood and dusted off her pants before clapping her hands together.

“Well,” she began, “I guess we can go ahead and get start–”

The door at the back of the room swung open and knocked against the wall with a resounding slam.

“Shit! Fuck! So sorry I’m late. Traffic was a bitch.”

Steve is so caught off guard by the man who just burst into the room that he barely even registers the words he’s saying. 

He’is tall and all lanky muscle, dark curls and jewelry, tattoos and the smell of smoke, chains and leather and everything Steve’s not. Everything nobody in this class is.

He’s even more caught off guard when his professor laughs and pulls the man into a tight hug. There are only five other students in this class, surely he’s not the only person confused.

He keeps an arm around her shoulders as she introduces him to the group.

“Guys, this is Eddie. He’s a family friend and he’s going to be your subject for your final project.”

Steve’s own eyebrows furrow as he tries to understand how this was the project she has been keeping under wraps. They’ve had plenty of portrait sessions this semester, with models and subjects of their choice alike.

The guy, Eddie, claps a hand to his chest in a dramatic show of faux humility. 

“Thank you for having me, Joyce. It's such an honor to be here.”

She smacks at his arm and carries on.

“So, Eddie is your subject and you have no parameters. The only requirement is that he is the inspiration for your shoot. This can look like a standard portrait session, this can be contemporary urban street photography, whatever you like. Eddie does not even have to be in the photo! He just has to be the inspiration for it.”

Steve's brain is already running a mile a minute, conceptualizing shots faster than he can keep up. 

Dingy bars, backseats of cars, details of his eclectic style.

But one idea sticks out from the rest. As Steve lifts his eyes to Eddie once more and meets his own twinkling with mirth and smirking back at him he makes his decision.

He’s going to take his mugshot.

*****

“I want to take your mugshot.”

They’re at the campus coffee shop. Joyce had scheduled a few hours for Eddie to meet with the other students during their class time so they could talk through their projects.

Eddie barks out a laugh. “What, man?”

Steve twirls his straw around his drink and tries not to bristle at the reaction.

“Look,” he starts, running a nervous hand through his hair, “I don’t really know where the idea originated but once I had it, it stuck. I just saw this vision of the shot in my head and it was sick, dude.”

Eddie leans back in the booth, one of his boots knocking into Steve’s foot under the table. He crosses his arms and tilts his head. 

“Thought this shoot was supposed to be inspired by moi,” he says, gesturing a hand towards himself. “You saying I look like I should be in jail?”

Steve groans and puts his head in his hands. “No. I already told you I don't know where i got the idea–”

But that’s a lie isn’t it. He knows exactly where he got the idea. It was somewhere between the chains dangling from Eddie’s jeans and the handcuff belt he was wearing the day they met.

He put his hands together on the table between them. “Okay. No, I’m not saying you look like a criminal, Eddie. I’m saying I think you want to look like one.”

Eddie blinks at him for a moment before his face breaks into a slow smirk. He huffs a quiet laugh and leans closer. “Guilty as charged, Stevie. Besides, I was arrested once actually.”

Steve gawks while Eddie laughs. He is unfairly attractive when his dimples pop and Steve is going to have such a hard time holding it together behind the camera. 

*****

Steve takes his shoots very seriously. Every detail has to be perfect, even the ones not relating to the subject of the photo.

So it is wildly convenient that his professor happens to be married to the chief of police back in Hawkins. 

One quick phone call from Joyce and Steve and Eddie were granted access to the booking room at the police station. You know, for the sake of realism. 

Steve’s setting up his tripod while Eddie takes a chalk marker to the placard and writes up his own booking ID, a long series of random numbers with E.M at the end. 

Steve would be lying if he said Eddie’s choice of clothing wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind. 

He’s wearing a ratty, old band t-shirt for some group Steve’s never heard of. There’s his usual black leather jacket and the silver chain around his neck. His ripped black jeans and fingers covered in rings and black nail polish. 

It's perfect for the shoot. But Steve’s sanity is struggling.

He gets the camera and the lighting set up just as Eddie steps into place in front of the height measurement wall. 

Steve puts his hands on his hips and gives instructions.

“Okay, so I know you’ve done this before–”

“Hey! It was one time!”

“So you know how this goes. We’ll do one forward and then one to each side.”

Eddie shakes out his hair and rolls his shoulders back. He holds the placard up in front of him and levels the camera with a dead-eyed stare.

He looks good. 

Steve is less than shocked that he looks even better on camera.

He lines up his shot. Click.

Eddie turns to his left. Steve gets a little distracted by the line of his jaw.

Click.

He turns to the right and of course only now does Steve notice his ear piercings. 

Steve takes a deep breath and focuses.

Click.

Before he can even look through his shots Eddie is dropping the placard on the desk.

He’s halfway out the door before he grabs the frame and leans back in. “One second pretty boy, I have an idea.”

He’s back before Steve snaps out of his stupor at the nickname. This time, he has a pair of handcuffs swinging from his index finger.

Steve snatches them out of his hand. “Where did you get these?”

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs. “I know a guy.”

He rolls his eyes. 

He’s already picking up the placard and setting up some detail shots when Eddie grabs his wrist and stops him. He freezes for more than one reason.

“Hey, uh. Not to step on your toes or anything, but I actually have another idea.”

Steve is about to start on his spiel about ‘not messing up his flow’ when Eddie rubs his thumb over the inside of his wrist. Gentle and reassuring. 

“Do you trust me?”

Honestly Steve has no reason to trust him, he’s basically a stranger.

A pretty one. His brain supplies.

But he does. Trusts him enough to let him take Steve’s creative liberties and throw them out the window apparently.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Eddie’s smile is blinding. He turns Steve’s hand over and drops the handcuff key into it.

“Don’t lose this big boy,” he says as he snaps the cuffs around each of his own wrists.

Steve laughs, loud and shocked. He waggles his eyebrows at Eddie. 

“Well, now didn’t this take a turn.”

Eddie rolls his eyes this time and lifts his hands as much as he can.

“Don’t try to sexualize my creative prowess, Steve. I am a professional.”

He nearly trips on his way back to his place in front of the wall and Steve has to hide his laugh into a cough.

Steve’s back behind the camera, hands back on his hips when he asks, “Alright, what’s the plan?”

Eddie smiles and says, “You just shoot, Harrington. I’ll do the rest.”

He leans down to finalize his camera settings and line up his shot. When he finally looks through the viewfinder his jaw drops. Because while Eddie was clearly joking about being a professional, if Steve didn’t know any better, this shot would have him believing it.

Eddie’s got both of his pinky fingers tucked in the corners of his smile, tongue bitten between his teeth. His thumbs are raised along with his middle fingers, while he’s got his nose scrunched and one eye squeezed shut. The cuffs hang right under his chin and accentuate his silver jewelry in a way Steve never would have anticipated.

Click.

Click. 

Click.

The next is a close-up of the booking placard between his teeth.

His hands twisting to unlock his own cuffs.

He’s a natural, and Steve’s camera roll can attest to the fact.

It wouldn’t be until Steve was reviewing and editing the shots that he caught on. The booking ID on the placard looked long because it was. It was Eddie’s number.

*****

Steve got an A. 

He got an A, an endless stream of compliments from Joyce and a dorky hot boyfriend. 

The rest of the class went the route Steve expected them to.

Dingy bars, backseats of cars, details of his eclectic style.

But Steve’s mugshot series stood leagues above the rest.

Later in their lives, when one of their friends would see the photo in Steve’s wallet they would ask when Eddie got arrested and why.

It quickly became a game between the two.

He’s been arrested in high school for selling drugs (True.)

When he was twenty for public indecency.

At twenty-two for arson.

Thirty for contract killing. This one was followed up with the claim that he was in witsec and was now going to have to change his identity and flee the country.

But the real when and why Eddie got arrested is because when he was twenty-one Joyce told him there was a nice boy in her class that she thought he should meet.

[itswhatyougive]

I saw some people be like "gweeehhhhhhh Steddie shippers built that whole ship in their minds, it's fanon only, they had no chemistry in the show, they barely had any connection at all "

And it's actually really funny, because I humor them and think, "hmm, was it all in my mind all along?" and rewatch S4.

Then I feel soooooo validated upon rewatching. It actually gets even better and more obvious every time I see it.

[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie and Steve no longer watch the ball drop on New Years Eve.

They don’t go to a big party or watch fireworks or any of that spectacle shit anymore. They’ve been together for so long and they’ve done all the societal traditions.

It was cool and fun and made lots of lasting memories, especially with their core friends.

But they do something different now that they’re older.

Steve finds the biggest bowl from their pantry, pours all of their snacks that are about to expire into it, and brings it into their bedroom.

Eddie sets up a slideshow on their tv of all the photos they’ve taken throughout the year. But he never plays them in order, he always shuffles them up. Makes it more fun. Makes the year feel like a remix.

Like their year is a deck of cards under the dealer’s hand. Like their year is the oversized bowl of snacks that Steve throws together.

Sometimes the pictures will bring back a very clear memory - like Robin and Steve with blue-stained lips.

“You two got brain-freezes in the middle of a 7/11 back in July.” Eddie reminds Steve (not that he needs the reminder). “You two made me drive you around to every 7/11 in the tri-state area like twelve years olds.”

“It was slurpee day!” Steve argues. “Free slurpees, babe!”

Eddie mumbles, “Like you need free shit.”

“What?”

“What?”

They laugh, shovel mystery junk food in their mouths, and swipe to the next photo.

Sometimes, the picture is unclear. Like a blurry sideways glob of pixels.

“The fuck is that?” Steve blurts out.

Eddie snorts. “That’s my big toe.”

“Why is this in the slideshow?”

“You know the rules, peaches. Everything goes in the slideshow.”

But Steve’s favorites are the pictures of him and Eddie. No matter how blurry or out of focus they are. Because any time those appear, Eddie kisses Steve’s cheek and whispers, “That’s us, peaches.”

“Yeah.” Steve kisses Eddie’s cheek in return. “That’s us.”

And when midnight hits… and the slideshow is over… and the snack bowl is empty, they listen to the cheering of people outside their apartment window.

The roaring voices and confetti canons indicate the clock striking twelve.

They still kiss at midnight, they keep that tradition because it’s soft and simple and intimate.

But they don’t say Happy New Year.

No. Instead, Eddie pulls away from Steve’s lips and says, “Time is a construct.”

And Steve nods in agreement. “But time is on our side, love.”

“Always?”

The cheering starts to fade as the clock ticks further into the New Year - already declaring the year older with each passing second.

“Always.”

[thebestfriendstoloverstrope]

oh, steve harrington. we all can agree that he's had an amazing character arc, but which season truly takes the cake?

*since "best" is subjective, it can mean whatever you want: the version you love the most, the version that's most well-written, the version that's most compelling, the version that shows the character making the most "right" choices, the version that displays the greatest performance from the actor – whatever you think defines the "best"!

vote for half of hawkins, indiana's population here: jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, mike wheeler, will byers, dustin henderson, lucas sinclair, max mayfield, and el hopper!

see you in 12 hours for our favorite disaster lesbian, robin buckley!

and as always, lmk why you picked your season in the tags <3

[infinite-orangepeel]

(kinda based on the last ask) okay but now i’m thinking about steve inviting eddie to his gym and he only agrees because steve working out while making those little whines and pants?? obviously he’s going, but nope he made a mistake because now he has to pretend to work out (gross) and be publicly flustered by steve…

recently turned this gym partner steddie ficlet into a fully fledged 6.5k ao3 fic. feel free to check out the added filth here <333 mwah and thank you again to anon for the prompt that inspired it !

read pt.2 here !

read pt. 3 here !

your mind !! giving you a round of applause for this one !

okay so steve shows up in the tiniest gym shorts he owns and a white crop top bc he gets really sweaty—which eddie quickly finds he’s extremely turned on by. and ofc steve’s kinda oblivious to the real reason why eddie asked him if they could workout together. so he just takes eddie around the gym and shows him how to use the cardio machines, free weights, bench press etc. not batting an eyelash at the obvious hard-on eddie’s now sporting beneath his own shorts bc he’s too distracted by trying to get a good workout in.

and the thing is, steve’s been a member at this gym for quite some time now and he’s well known around town (ex-jock/popular kid and what have you). so a bunch of his old teammates/acquaintances from high school stop by to chat with him as he leads eddie through their workout.

which only adds fuel to the fire—for a multitude of reasons—bc some of the guys are a little too handsy with steve as they make small talk. they’ll smack his ass, making it jiggle obscenely in those extra-small shorts, or they’ll reach over to teasingly twist one of his perky pink nipples through his fitted t-shirt. it’s all the stereotypical, jock-y, borderline homoerotic locker room, bullshit eddie used to pay witness to after gym class in school. the type of shit he used to roll his eyes at and ignore to the best of his ability.

but now, with steve harrington right in front of him, letting out all these breathy little moans and sighs as he exercises, getting fondled like a piece of meat by whoever can get their hands on him—eddie can’t quite ignore it. he quickly becomes a mixed bag of emotions, as steve reps out more bicep curls and socializes; jealous, confused, and unbearably horny.

bc god does steve look appetizing. he’s dripping sweat, smells deliciously musky, his veins are swollen from the exertion, his tits are all too visible through his dampened shirt, and the outline of his cock is readily on display in those shorts. the head of it almost peeking out from the hem every time he moves too quickly. and his ass looks so plump and round, eddie wants to sink his teeth into it asap.

but worst (best) of all are the sweet cries of effort he’s continually making. it’s a dangerous fucking game for eddie to be next to him right now. he can hardly take it, so he tries to palm himself just a little bit over the pants, as steve pushes his body to finish the set. he’s moaning so high in his throat to get the weight up the rest of the way and eddie knows if he just closed his eyes, he could easily imagine those pretty noises in a very different context. but if he allowed himself to do that, he’d also probably cum on the spot, so he grits his teeth and tries to avoid looking at steve for the time being.

and later on, when they go back to the locker room to get changed and shower off, eddie thinks he’s in the clear. he breathes a sigh of relief and can’t wait to get home so he can jerk off to the thought of steve’s gorgeous little sounds.

but when he goes to enter one of the gym shower stalls and starts to rinse off, he finds himself forcibly pressed up against the tile wall.

“y’know,” steve whispers hotly in his ear, licking the shell of it and nibbling on the lobe, “i’ve heard sex burns a decent amount of calories and since you were doing a lot more staring than lifting today, i’d say that might be a good way for you to make up for it.”

[corrodedcoughin]

Something inspired by this beautiful golden hour artwork

His back is aching and his stomach hurts and there's still half an hour to go until he can go home. With Robin gearing up for finals Steve has had to take on more solo shifts and it's been a strain on his ability to survive a work day without Robin. They joke that they can't do anything without each other but Steve really is convinced that she has both halves of their combined brain while he has their coordination. Case in point; his stomach makes an unholy noise in retribution for Steve forgetting his lunch /again/. The gnawing feeling subsides as he pats his belly, eyes flicking back to the clock; 25 minutes now. Pulling back his shoulders and straightening his back he grabs a rag and surface cleaner hoping that nobody comes in looking for a movie so he can hopefully get out the door on time. If he switches the door sign to 'closed' as he cleans the glass? Well Keith doesn't have to know.

By the good graces of the universe the traffic is minimal and Steve is pulling up to Eddie's while the sun is still up, but in a way that's giving everything a golden glow. He pulls himself out of his car and tosses his keys between his hands as he makes his way up to the trailer, already feeling the tension in his back melt away knowing Eddie is inside. He's barely in the door before a pair of shorts are thrown at him 'it's after five harrington, this is a no jeans zone. get those offensive bastards off your legs right now'

Eddie is smiling at him from the kitchen, over the top ogling as Steve takes his jeans off and pulls the shorts up, grateful already for the elasticated waistband on his hips rather than the stiff material from before. Steve starts to make his way to Eddie, planning on inspecting whatever mess he'd clearly been making in there but Eddie stops him with one hand on his chest and another holding a bowl of steaming food.

'Ah ah Stevie, come on. Couch.' It should sound like an order but with the gentle tone its more of a question, Eddie asking Steve to just follow him, so he does. Simple and easy.

Guided to the living room, Steve settles down on the couch with Eddie making space for himself between Steve's thighs. Steve in turn, pulls him close, feeling content when Eddie's back hits his chest and places a kiss to the back of his head. It's not quiet, not with the tv on but Steve can't bring himself to raise his voice 'missed you' he murmurs into the space as he takes Eddie's hand in his own and delights at the feeling of pressing skin against skin as Eddie's equally short clad legs sit between Steve's.

'missed you too,' Eddie take's their joined hands to his lips, kisses Steve's knuckles 'and uh I know its not what you are used to but I made dinner? Just saw you forgot your lunch again and I don't know man, if you hate it don't tell me, don't think my fragile and tender ego could take it' Eddie laughs as he finishes but the truth sits evident in his words, he wanted to do something nice for Steve, wanted to show him he cares.

Steve couldn't care if it was a slice of toast and a glass of milk, the fact it Eddie looks after him in ways that sends Steve's heart into the stratosphere. He also knows that Eddie wants to give Steve more, everything, wants to give what he thinks Steve gave up when he abandoned his reputation. The thing is, right here, in this moment, thinking about the friends and family and life he has now? It's more than he can comprehend, so much more that what he had when he had a high flying social status and it's perfect.

He doesn't have the words to convey it, not right now with his mind liquified from work. So, he leans forward and grabs the bowl Eddie placed on the coffee table, reluctantly lets go of Eddie's hand and takes it bite. Humming around the mouthful Steve leans back, pulling his boyfriend back with him with one arm and keeping the food upright with the other 'it's perfect Eds, thank you'

Eddie wriggles into a comfortable position and takes the bowl from him 'hey sharing is caring harrington!' It's said with a smile and open mouth as Eddie chews. Steve can't help himself but laugh at the ridiculousness that is Eddie Munson. Leaning down to kiss the other boy's cheek 'love you eds' Eddie turns slightly, pressing a quick kiss to the side of Steve's mouth 'love you too. now shh Tom Selleck is on the tv and he needs my full undivided attention'

The night continues with Eddie feeding alternative bites to Steve and himself. Short conversations fill the space and Steve feels at ease as the comfort of the evening fills his bones.

[celxstialdxeams]

Malnourished flamingo tube?

(Milkvan)

OH HELL YES I FINALLY GOT TO THIS ONE

tbh I thought stobin would come first but oh well!!

mileven are platonic besties. You cannot tell me otherwise!!

okay now you guys are free to ask whatever ships you want. As long as they aren’t on the board already!! (Cuz who’s gonna ask for chrissy x robin lol)

Update: don’t do rovickie either

ok thanks ily

[littledarlingone]

Steddie and Byler are so closely tied in my mind.

Somebody plz tell me if I’m completely late to the party here but like…

As much as Mike hates the guy, him and Steve are fundamentally the same. Of course, Mike is much nerdier and prone to bullying than Steve ever was, but at their core, they’re both just rich kids who don’t know how to be their own person. They’re both following in their parents footsteps—the polos, the button ups, the khakis…the American dream with a house and kids—and a girl. A nice girl.

And honestly Mike’s distain for Steve is even more compelling to me. Mike sees himself in Steve and he hates it.

Will and Eddie are of course different too, as far as mannerisms and interests go. BUT they share the same core character archetype—the freak. Not to mention the creative streak and the DND and the queer coding (or in Wills case, just blatant queerness.)

I also feel it’s important to point out just how similar Will and Eddie’s disappearances actually are, and the way the public talks about them when they’re gone. Think about it.

So. They’re alike, so what?

Well, let’s break down what happened in S4.

Mike reunites with El and Will in Lenora, and tries to patch things up with El, but ends up spending all of his time with Will and reconciling their relationship instead.

And all the while? El is spending her time in the memories of the lab with 001.

THEN. ALLLLL the way back in Hawkins, Steve is unraveling Vecna’s curse with Nancy and Eddie, and shows signs of wanting Nancy back (which is completely out of the blue, right? How weird!) Except he ends up spending alllll of his time!!!! With!!! Eddie!!! TALKING about Nancy!! The SAME way that Mike and Will are talking about El! And it serves to reconcile each of their misconceptions of who the other was in high school, under a safety blanket of heteronormativity. It’s a direct parallel to the van scene!

(And don’t even get me started on the failures to say I love you in both Mileven and Stancy!!)

Also what else do we remember happening in Hawkins? Nancy being pulled by Henry (001) into the memories of the lab…where Eleven has been the entire season. El and Nancy are the only two people to walk in Vecna’s mindscape without being under his curse…and why? Why connect them? And not just now.

Why dress El up in Nancy’s old clothes?

Why provide strikingly similar shots of them crawling out of the Upside Down?

Why make them both the girl that no one believes?

They are inherently tied (and tied with Joyce, but I seriously can’t get into that too this is getting so long) the way that Steve and Mike are, and Eddie and Will. It’s the love triangles, not just Steddie and Byler.

So now we’ve come to the last bit of this ramble, which is Eddie’s death.

There’s a lot of anxiety and controversy about what will happen between El, Mike and Will in S5, but we’ve already seen what is (supposedly) the older trios end—Eddie dies, and it ends because it cannot continue. There is no closure.

Wouldn’t it follow, then, that Will would die?

It’s scary, right? Eddie, much as we love him, was a fast-tracked version of what we have with Will. He was only a fraction and we got that upset. Imagine what losing Will would be like!

But here’s what I think. I think that Eddie dying—whether he remains dead or not—served as almost an extreme hypothetical. An ‘if your friends jumped off a cliff, would you do it too?’ Because Eddie jumped. Eddie chose his friends over himself. Eddie saw himself as a selfish coward, and decided that the only thing he was good for was helping others along. And it killed him.

And Will? He gave all of his love and work over to make El happy. Because he sees himself as a selfish coward, and decided that the only thing he’s good for is helping others along. Will jumped.

So yeah, Will could die. The self-sacrificing tendencies are there.

Except. Mike jumped off the cliff, too. Literally.

So. When two people are willing to die for each other, is it a weakness or a strength?

[lokidokeyartichoki]

Had a dream that vampire!eddie pulled a Queen of the Damned Lestat and used his vampire thrall to lure listeners to Corroded Coffin concerts, and it’s a low level thrall to everyone except Steve who was bit by the bats and has a sensitivity to hive mind shenanigans. So every time a CC song comes on the radio the minute Eddie’s voice gets on the speakers Steve is immediately compelled to go to Eddie, which of course he wants Eddie but Eddie thinks it’s a thrall thing and it’s angsty but our boys figure it out. All the band members slowly age but Eddie and Steve don’t so thats an ongoing thing well here slowly they only have each other. Anyway, yeah. That was a dream.

[findafight]

LOVE how multiple people have been like "Steve is a Cubs fan" (including myself) with no elaborations. Look at him. He loves the Cubs. You can just tell. Poor guy is waiting for another thirty something years for them to win the world series. (And my god the wait may well have been worth that game) However I also propose Steve is a "got one American League team and one National League team" baseball guy. And. To rub salt in the wound of his Cubs fan heart. He is obviously a Red Sox fan. Idk how this happens but it does. (It's me projecting hehe)

Listen. The hilarity of him being dragged for being a Cubs fan is compounded by him ALSO being a fan of the only other team in MLB with a curse as famous. Double cursed. And for what is arguably the most boring sport (until it isn't)

[strangersatellites]

i’ve got this burning desire to set you on fire

explicit | 11.2k

“Alright gang, don’t forget to have your reports on classical literature that has been turned into film submitted by the end of the day tomorrow! I will be grading them during my office hours on Friday! I have a hot date this weekend and I will not be missing it because you hooligans didn’t get your work done on time! Got it?”

A chorus of wolf whistles and peals of laughter sound out over the zipping of book bags and students flooding the halls.

His front-row class clown, Lucas, cheers, “Ow ow! Get some Mr. H! Who’s the lucky lady?”

Steve props up against the front of his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “My partner finally has a Saturday night off so we made plans.”

Stopping on his way out of the room, resident boy genius Dustin spins on his heel. “Wait wait wait. You’re like, dating dating someone?!” He shrieks.

The teacher huffs out a laugh, these kids are not very observant. “Uh, I’m engaged actually.”

Or, the one where Steve thinks his students can guess who he is engaged to.

Rockstar Eddie Munson was never on their radar.

read on ao3!

[itswhatyougive]

Feeling cute, might make a Steddie doc with all compiled evidence of their respective queerness and attraction for each other in canon

[sha3mustd1e]

duffer brothers really gave us a whole new way of life then dipped.

[djosephqueery]

Writing from main, ((chocoarts)) just wanna say thank you for the lovely tags ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Ty puppet master ❤️❤️❤️

oh you're very welcome! Thank YOU for gracing us with your INCREDIBLE art!! I am in utter awe of your talent every single time I see a new drawing <3