#steve harrington is in love

[allthingssteddie]

Eddie Munson was a struggling musician his band was going nowhere and he wasn’t making any income lately but when his best friend Chrissy was telling him that she was going for a interview for the job of being a nanny to Steve Harrington the famous actor and his wife he decides why not try to get the job for him self.

Backstory Steve life seemed perfect to everyone he had a a successful career as an actor and was married to a beautiful model and had two perfect kids but his life wasn’t all that perfect to him. His parents controlled everything so did his wife and the kids were out of control. But one day when him and his wife were interviewing for a nanny because the last nanny quit. Eddie walks in and Steve immediately hires him on the spot.

[palmtreesx3]

King of Wishful Thinking - Pt 2

1978

Steve Harrington x Reader

The ongoing saga of Steve Harrington's declarations of love for you being discouragingly, hilariously and ironically stolen from him.

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Summary: Steve is a few years older and becoming more aware of how the world - his world - works. To his surprise, you're in his homeroom this year and he's thrilled to inch closer all year long...and eventually take a risk.

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Steve Harrington had very little for also having so much. His parents kept him so busy, he always felt like he was performing. For who? He wasn't so sure, but he was pretty sure by this point in his life that the world was a stage and his parents plopped him right front and center for a show. By 6th grade it was piano lessons on Monday, basketball on Tuesdays and Thursdays, swim every Wednesdays and most Saturdays he was ushered off to baseball. He liked the sports. It gave him a purpose. It kept him busy and it didn't really matter if the other kids liked him or not.

Steve could argue that he didn't really have many friends. Lots of people were always around him - classmates, teammates, other adults .. sure, but not actual friends. When everyone was invited to classmates Birthday parties, his parents rarely found the invitation high enough on their social calendar to make sure he attended. If it wasn't something that made them look better, he didn't get to go. So while his classmates spent weekends at the park running around with one another or meeting up at Julie or Tommy's birthday parties, he found himself sitting idly at the Country Club while his cheeks were getting pinched by older women he has never met before. It was terribly embarrassing for a kid who was just shy of being a teenager.

In all his downtime tagging along with his mom and dad, Steve became a silent observer - noticing subtle things that most would miss. He wasn't surprised when he overheard his mother gossiping on the phone about Janet Parsons fling with the cart boy at the Country Club. Steve noticed when her skirts got shorter and she started spending her days on the Green instead of poolside. He sensed the subtle shifts in his household when he scored a few points in the winning basketball game compared to the days where Jimmy Toth scored most of the points instead of Steve. The latter were days that Steve would rather spend hidden in his room to avoid any unwarranted snarky comments from his father. He could tell that his mother doted just a little more on the days he wore his khakis and a polo instead of his t-shirts and tube socks that made him feel a bit more like the kids he went to school with. He knew that Mrs King, his homeroom teacher, takes lemon in her morning tea and preferred to write with blue pens instead of black ink.

But that year, 12 year old Steve Harrington noticed a lot about you. The little fruit snacks girl from the playground. He's seen you around school for the last few years, never really crossing paths. He heard his dad telling his friends once that "Steve's not in those classes that the smart kids get assigned to" so he always assumed that you were way more intelligent than he'd ever be and he'd be doomed to just daydream about the cute girl hiding under the willow tree when he was 8 years old. But that fall, he clambered into Mrs King's homeroom on the first day of school and stopped dead in his tracks. You were sitting there perched in the second row - the perfect spot for someone not quite a teacher's pet but always paying attention. Pigtails long gone and replaced by a sweet barrette sweeping back your glossy hair from your eyes.

And he guessed that he really wasn't that far off about his assumption that he'd be doomed to daydream about you for all of eternity. More often than not he found himself distracted by you, chin in his hands. He may as well have little hearts in his eyeballs, that's how he felt looking at you. You answered questions so confidently. Smiled and laughed with the girls around you - the ones you walked through the hallway with to the next class and ate lunch with on the lawn - your real friends, he lamented.

He noticed that your chapstick was strawberry flavored. He noticed that you rode Bus 16, so that meant you lived on the other side of town. He noticed that you always had a little pink journal in your backpack tucked between library books, so you must love to write or draw. And the books, they changed so frequently he knew you were definitely a bookworm. He loved when you would wear your rain boots to school, especially when they didn't match your outfit. He saw that you often had colorful band aids slapped somewhere on your knees or legs and always wondered if they were a result of you being more adventurous or more clumsy. He was pretty sure you were into Star Wars after he noticed the pigtails return, but instead of dragging across your shoulders like they did when you were small, they were tied up, wrapped around themselves in buns like Princess Leia. Yeah, you were definitely cooler and smarter than he'd ever be.

After half a year of pining over you from afar, he made a decision. He changed his seat. Steve didn't move too far up front - he wasn't absolutely crazy - but after much consideration he chose a seat that not only he could see you but maybe you could see him too. He spent the next month exchanging a few words with you whenever he could and with extra supplies curated specifically for you in his backpack. When you rummaged around your bag looking for your favorite pen, he passed a spare Shuttle Pen with loads of extra colors across the rows and he just so happened to tell you "You can keep that one" when you go to return it. He traded his go-to cinnamon gum with spearmint in case you needed a piece. He used that carefully honed skill of observation to his absolute advantage, hoping to anticipate your every move and be there to save the day when you needed it.

Now that Steve wasn't hiding in the back of the classroom he also found himself making friends with the other kids around him each morning. He was grateful to have people his own age to talk to and found he looked forward to going to school a bit more every day now that other kids seemed like they were happy to see him, too. Because of this, in some ways, Steve considered you the reason school started to seem less like a chore. If he didn't pick a new seat just to get closer to you, it would have never happened.

As the summer months creeped closer, the classrooms becoming more humid than the air outside, Steve mustered up the little confidence he did have to slave away on a note for you. He spent two weeks writing draft after draft in his best handwriting, filling his garbage pail next to his desk about three times over before he was happy with the results. He meticulously folded the note into the perfect shape, edges tucked in and crisp. He zipped it in the front pouch of his backpack and marched off into the school with a sense of vigor - a little pep in his step.

And so he sits, tapping his toes on the tiled floors that morning, turning the carefully crafted note over in his hands while he waited for you to slide into your seat for the day. It wasn't long before you bustled in with the friends that sat around you, smiling like sunshine. Feeling a bit bold in the final hour, Steve reached in his bag for a pen and scribbled a little heart on the outside of the note before tapping the boy in the row next to him on the shoulder. He motions to Tommy, signaling for him to pass the note over to you with a jerk of his chin in your direction.

In the next few moments Steve is elated. He's nervous. He's feeling optimistic. He just wants to be the reason you smile. The boy next to him grins wide, giving him a thumbs up before swinging his legs around in his chair and leaning over the isle, hand outstretched with the note - the sweet declaration of admiration and innocent young love, addressed to "The prettiest girl on the playground." Steve's eyes are wide in excitement, fingers tapping on the edge of his desk and before he knows it the note lands right in the hands of your friend, Veronica Campbell. She looks at the boy next to her curiously as he jabs his thumbs in Steve's direction, still grinning. A shy smile unfolds on Veronica's face when she sees the heart, and time slows down like a snail as Steve watches desperately as Veronica opens the note meant for you.

Veronica freaking Campbell squealed as she read the note. Passed it around all the girls in your group, all giddy and peeking over the classroom desks in Steve's direction. Steve felt immediately like an idiot for writing a note that left out your actual name, but all he could do was sit there smiling back at the group of murmuring girls - you included - excited for their friend who was now the first of the lot to garner the affections of a boy - or so they thought. But, oh God, little did they know it's been you that's wormed your way deep into his brain and you've lived there for years already. If only they all knew. If only you knew and God damn Tommy to hell for being so stupid and passing the note to the wrong girl. Steve didn't have the heart to correct the mistake.

And that is exactly how Steve Harrington got his first girlfriend.

A little meek and absolutely playing his part, just like he does in all the other walks of his life, he finishes out his 6th grade year holding Veronica's clammy hand in the hallways. Sharing the spearmint gum meant for you with her. Veronica wasn't all that bad, as far as first girlfriends go, either. She was nice, and pretty. She thought that it was so cool that Steve had a pool in his backyard and wondered if they'd be allowed over this summer to swim. He never thought about the things he had before in that way, and so he too wondered if his parents would allow some friends over to swim. Maybe they'd like him even more that way.

And that's where he found that the silver lining in all of this was that as he walked hand in hand with her, he got to spend more time with you, too. You talked directly to him now instead of just existing in the same space. When Veronica asked him to sit with her at lunch, it meant that he could also hear you talk about your most recent borrowed book. You now knew that he played sports at fancy private clubs instead of park leagues and that he wasn't being rude when he didn't go to your birthday party when the rest of the class showed up, it was just that his parents didn't let him do any of that. Steve sometimes felt bad that his attention still drifted to you, but that was a problem for another day. Because right now Steve Harrington had a role to play, and if he knows how to do anything well, it's be what someone else wants him to be.

[imfinereallyy]

you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

[artrealla]

golden hour cuddles

[lilpomelito]

not that joe keery isn’t a very attractive man but i absolutely love the mythos the fandom has constructed around steve’s beauty like he’s somehow simultaneously the most beautiful creature you’ll ever encounter in your life and just some guy. fic writers become divinely possessed by the muses when describing this guy’s moles. i’ve never felt more secure about my own brown eyes than when i read what people write about steve harrington’s otherworldly beautiful brown eyes. he’s both unobtainable handsome and your boy next door.

[inklessletter]

Polaroid #1 May 28th, 1987

[ahhrenata]

excited to share my piece for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang 🥳

@lady-lostmind did such a brilliant job of bringing this to life in Lovesick. It’s so fluffy and cute, I’m in love with it! Go give it a read! 💕

[tubesock86]

idk what happened I’m fully back on my steddie bullshit HAHA

[lunaraindrop]

Steddie fic idea:

Someone recorded one or a few of Corroded Coffin's songs and put it on cassette tape. (It could be live show, but the sound would have to be really clear)

In a shuffle, the tape gets played at a party Steve goes to...and he is enamored. He ends up paying the guy who played it $5 for the tape, and the song becomes his favorite.

All Steve has of the song is the one mixed tape. Nobody he talks to knows where the song came from. The record store was no help. (He is, of course, asking all the wrong people)

Steve is also very afraid that he will overplay the tape and break it.

Out of all the Tears for Fears, Abba, Bruce Springsteen, etc out there, *this* is the song that could save him from Vecna...but he doesn't even know what it is really called or who made it.

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How funny is it that Eddie Munson wrote that song about some hot jock that he had a crush on...

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok like, “If you are interest in someone, do not tell my husband. Steve is the worst person to tell. All he does is judge you and then criticize them.

Steve, off camera: That’s not true.

Eddie: It is true! Grant just - Grant, can I tell people this? …Cool - Grant just told us that him and his ex-wife have been talking about getting back together. And that’s great! A normal person would say ‘that’s great, man.’

Eddie: Not Steve. Steve’s response was ‘the ex that can’t cook for shit or the one with the big tits?’

Steve: It’s a valid question!

Eddie: Stevie, baby. When Robin told you she was a lesbian, the first thing you did was criticize the girl she had a crush on

Steve: Yeah, because she was a dud

Eddie: And when I told I loved for the first time, you winced at me like I was making a bad decision. You asked ‘why?’

Eddie: And i didn’t even say it first! You already said it a week before!!

Steve: I just think that you should have standards

Eddie: I do!

[allthingssteddie]

The year was 1965 on a hot summer day when Steve and Eddie fell in love.

Greaser Eddie and Soc Steve hated each other as socs and greaser do but they couldn’t stop running into each other where ever they went.

Background Steve couldn’t stand his friends and didn’t want to be apart of their group but he felt stuck. But one day when him and Tommy and his friends go to the drive in he sees Eddie and his group of friends and they get into a fight leading them both in a holding cell and when they are stuck in the cell together they can’t help but finally talk to each other and see they both have things in common but they both know they can’t become friends because of the background but where ever they go they can’t stop bumping into each other they both eventually decide to meet in secret.

Also side note Eddie’s uncle owns a gas station and Steve’s dad is running for mayor.

[bejeweledbaby]

he’s just so bitchy oh my god i’m in love with him

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

steddie fake dating au that starts because robin’s mom keeps pushing for her and steve to get together and robin gets so fed up that she yells, “it’s not gonna happen because some people are gay, mom!”

and upon seeing the utter horror and fear on her face, steve swoops in and says he’s the one who’s gay. cue mr. and mrs. buckley, local hippies, attempting to show how supportive they are, and all the while steve gets eddie to agree to fake date to get the buckleys to prove they’re safe, so that robin will feel comfortable enough to come out to her parents.

[skepsiss]

Eddie would show Steve real music this, Eddie shows Steve the wonders of Lord of the Rings that----I get it. But have you considered....... Steve gets Eddie into those ridiculous, smutty romance novels? The ones that even if they're bad, they're good. Have you considered Steve getting Eddie into the Indy 500? NASCAR? What about cooking shows? Cheesy soap operas where Steve literally knows every insane storyline by memory? WHAT ABOUT EDDIE GETTING INTO STEVE'S INTERESTS???

[ttpdjo]

♡ my DREAMBOY ♡

[artrealla]

kiss kiss fall in love