Tbh, Eddie has such poltergeist energy.
Wayne is used to him, but imagine Steve's learning curve after Eddie moves in (it just happens slowly and with no conversation) and Steve keeps finding opened doors and cupboards everywhere. Mugs all over the house, including in the bathroom, ashtray in the bathtub, blankets hanging on doors, plates under armchairs, his cologne on a shelf in the living-room.
'That damned notebook that had all my notes for the new campaign' goes missing for three whole agonizing days. As much as Eddie insists on it being in an obvious place, Steve comes across it while looking for some frozen pizza: tucked between a box of pepperoni and some long forgotten peas.
He says nothing, just grabs things and puts them in their place or just tells Eddie where he can find them. How could he say anything when for the first time his house looks and feels lived in.
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Eddie: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?
Y/n: Nope, there's 26.
eddie: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.
Y/n: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.
Eddie: You'll get the D later ;).
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It's here come and get it. Hot and fresh!
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when you realize Steve has had bigger boobs then most of the women hes met-
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Me if I was dating vamp!eddie
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Corporate needs you to find the difference between this picture and this picture
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Love u ♡♡
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The reason Eddie started growing his hair out was because Steve 'The Hair'. Harrington was so known for his locks and that made no god damn sense to Eddie.
When it all started, Eddie's hair was about the same length Steve's was, and it had some decent shine, a good height, plenty of flow.
Better than Harrington's for sure.
Yet, Harrington had this new nickname and all the ease and confidence of a popular jock who was never forced to question, or doubt, or hate some part of himself.
Harrington's hair wasn't better than anyone else's, Eddie decided. It was just commented on because Steve was popular and the nickname was alliterative.
So Eddie decided he needed to prove it.
Growing his hair out, looking into the best hair care routines, deciding to get a perm to add even more volume. It slowly became an obsession, and over time it stopped being about Steve at all.
Eddie's hair looked damn good after all, and it wasn't doing anything to change the other man's reputation or knock him down a peg.
So, weeks after the spring break from hell where Eddie almost found himself playing feast to a hoard of demon bats only to watch them drop dead before they could get their little claws in him, Eddie has the great surprise and pleasure to discover the truth behind Steve and his reputation for good hair.
Namely, that all the time and care he's put into making it this illustrious was always a cover for the fact that he LOVED having it pulled.
He'd seen the nickname coming a mile away, he tells Eddie later. They're both laid out on Eddie's bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. He's got one of Eddie's curls wrapped around his finger and there's some embarrassment in his tone.
"I knew I had to come up with a good reason for all the girls to be calling me 'The Hair' after Amanda made a comment about it. So I started making it bigger, fancier. Got snippy with anyone who touched it. But it backfired in the worst way."
"Because it meant people stopped touching your hair, pulling it in the right situations?" Eddie asked, and Steve pulled back with a surprised look on his face, still playing with Eddie's curls absentmindedly.
"oh, yeah, I guess that happened too," he said, before shaking the thoughtful look from his face and then grinning and leaning forward into Eddie's space even more. "but the worst part of it all was that once I started noticing hair, what made it nice, who had the best. Once that happened, I just couldn't keep my eyes off of you. Once I noticed your hair, all I ever wanted was to run my hands through it and grill you about your care routine because I knew your hair was better than mine."
"Eddie 'The Hair' Munson," Eddie said, and despite years of working so hard to maintain his perfect mane he scrunched his nose and shook his head. "Nah, it doesn't fit the same. I'll let you keep the title, princess."
He reached out as he spoke, winding his fingers through the hair at the back of Steve's head and yanking, a delighted smile appearing at Steve's surprised moan.
Eddie 'The Hair' Harrington Steve thought to himself almost deliriously, but he didn't say the words. Not yet. It was too soon in their relationship to make that joke and too soon for Steve to admit to anyone but himself that it wasn't a joke at all.
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[ID: three sketchy, monochrome drawings of steve and eddie from stanger things. the first shows them in portrait, kissing. the second shows only steve, sticking his tongue out, with various piercings covering his face, as well as an additional Dio themed necktattoo. in the corner is a tiny steve face saying oh fuck. the thrid is of the two of them, pressing their faces together sideways and smiling at the viewer. a text next to them reads: “the 80s hate them.” End ID]
my tablet is still fighting me, but they.
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Steve goes to DnD
Every week Steve would bring Dustin to DnD and each week he would drop him off and wait for the call to go and get him. After months of pestering however, Steve decided to stay.
The campaign was boring as hell. Steve wandered around and looked at this and that and asked question after question, until the kids complained that he was distracting them from something major.
So sitting in a chair in the corner, he decided to turn his attention towards Eddie.
He first noticed Eddie’s curls in his hair and how the curls in the front were more defined than the curls in the back and how when he ties his hair up during a particularly intense campaign, he always had a few curls that would break loose around the base of his neck.
He then noticed how everyone time Eddie would get excited about something, the smile would go beyond his mouth and light up all of his features, especially his eyes.
And lastly, he noticed, really noticed, Eddie’s build - how strong he was. How his muscles would ripple under his shirt as he rolled the dice causing the air to all but escape Steve’s lungs.
One time during a particularly heated moment of the campaign, Eddie was all in, threw his hands up in the air as the kids tried to do whatever it was they were trying to do that Steve’s attention went directly to Eddie’s exposed midriff. He had a perfectly sculpted ‘v’ with just a little bit of hair leading from his navel to…
Steve attended every DND event moving forward.
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I’m not even in the good part 🥵
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If you don't mind, a request from me about a reader who's growing up with an almond mom and an environment where instant food or drink is a sin
So the day she moves in with steedi and they like have a cabinet full of instant food, can fruit and like fast food every week? Amd reader being free can't hold herself and end up has stomachache for being greedy or something like that. Please
Thanks for requesting!
cw: vague mention of household with restrictive eating, nausea, stomach pain
Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 396 words
“M’gonna be sick,” you mumble, curling around your stomach.
“Told you so,” Steve quips, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth. On the table in front of you, an array of empty junk food containers lies scattered about like a graveyard of indulgences past.
Eddie grips your hip to haul you towards him, cooing when you groan. “Damn, you really demolished some dessert tonight, huh? Way to go, superstar.”
“Shut up,” you grumble, but lean into him anyways. He pinches your side, and you bite back a yelp. “I’ll throw up on you, Munson, I’m serious.”
“You’re meaner like this than you were when you weren’t having any good food,” he decides, impervious to your glare.
“You’re mean. My stomach hurts, and you’re bullying me.”
Steve takes pity on you, reaching around Eddie to pull your feet into his lap, where he rubs them consolingly.
Eddie snorts. “I’m not trying to mom you, but I think I know why you have a stomachache.”
“I’ll do it. You need to eat a vegetable” Steve says, still massaging your feet whilst he disparages you. “Your stomach’s probably trying to tell you it’s pissed off because you haven’t had anything with nutritional value in, like, days. You’re gonna feel like shit until you eat something real.”
“Mm. You do a great mom impression,” you tell him flatly.
Your boyfriend levels you with a look just as deadpan. “If I don’t see you eat an actual meal tomorrow, you’re gonna be in shitloads of trouble. How’s that?”
“Spot-on,” you mutter. Then sigh. “I get it, I’ll eat better. I just wanted to try it out, you know? I never got to do this stuff before.”
Eddie laughs. “That’s obvious. It’s like having a ten-year-old in our kitchen.”
“A ten-year-old who can reach the top shelf,” Steve adds. “That’s worse than Dustin.”
You make a miserable noise that you hope sounds pitiful. “If I promise to lay off the junk tomorrow, will one of you please rub my stomach? It really hurts.”
Eddie eyes you cautiously. “Are you still going to throw up on me?”
“No,” you say, hiding your uncertainty by batting your eyelashes up at him. “That part’s passed.”
You can tell he doesn’t quite buy it, but he needles his arms under yours anyways, hands splaying over your bloated abdomen. “Fine. Tell me what to do, baby.”
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Who did this? 🫠
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steedy steedy bo beedy, beedy beedy fo feedy, feedy feedy mo meedy
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