— stranger things bios! (joe keery + eddie munson)

lavando as cueca do joe keery e sorrindo

this machine slays dragons

defender o eddie munson na internet nao eh o suficiente preciso de uma arma

fãs reclamam do sumiço de joe keery e ele responde: sumam também

find someone who loves you like steve harrington loved eddie munson

eddie que lindo seu cabelão kkkkjkkjj mds to pelada

que tristeza joe keery me console nos seus peitão

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requested closeups of the steddie tinder profiles

best friends steve and eddie who think it would be funny to have a fake engagement photo shoot and send out wedding invitations and a gift registry to famous people.

best friends steve and eddie who get a keurig from oprah, a knife set from samuel l. jackson, a set of wine glasses from tony hawk, and a plethora of other household items they’d been eyeing for their shared apartment with robin and nancy and laugh so hard they can’t breathe.

best friends steve and eddie who keep up the charade and swindle free cake samples out of all of the local bakeries and eat cake until they’re sick.

best friends steve and eddie who know they’d be the talk of the town attending their high school reunion back home hand in hand and don’t see the issue with keeping it up a little longer.

girlfriends robin and nancy wondering how long steve has to keep wearing his ring around the house and eddie has to keep referring to him as his fiancé to their friends before they figure out that maybe it’s not pretend anymore. maybe it never was.

Subtle 4x07 Steddie things that I feel totally normal about.

Steve had always loved daisies.

A small patch of daisies had always grown just beyond the fenceline of his backyard. Protected and untouched from the clean-cut yard the Harringtons had. Steve loved to stick them in his hair, loved that when his hair was a bit longer he could fit whole bunches of them in.

The girls at school showed him how to weave them into flower crowns. He'd sit in a circle with them giggling as they wove the flowers together before dancing around the flowers in the field. One day Steve had come home with a crown still in his hair. His father made sure he learnt that daisies were for girls, he didn't go to the girls circle after that. Now Steve's crown was made of thorns and hollow popularity.

Eddie had always loved sunflowers.

His mum would keep a big vase of them on the windowsill. Big and yellow and bright, a beacon of love through the gloom of Eddie's childhood home. His mother would take him to the sunflower field every weekend to pick new ones. She showed him how to roast the seeds to eat and helped him find sunflowers bigger than him.

When she died, Eddie visited the sunflower field as often as he could, picking flowers to bring to her grave. The day Wayne took him in was the last day he left her some. There were no sunflower fields in Hawkins.

Those young boys were older now.

Together they sat in a field down the hill from where Dustin was calling Suzie. Eddie's head laid in Steve's lap, softly dozing as his boyfriend ran his finger through his curls. After awhile he realised Steve had stopped and so he looked up at him, blinking at the sunlight. Steve's face was punched in concentration as he finished weaving together the pile of daises he'd picked from around them.

"What've you got there, Stevie?"

"I made you a flower crown," Steve said smiling softly as he placed the crown on Eddie's head.

"I'm King of the Flowers, don't think I'll be beating those gay allegations anytime soon, sweetheart."

Steve giggled and smiled down at Eddie as he began to play with his hair again. Turns out Eddie was wrong, there was one sunflower in Hawkins, and he was the prettiest one of all.

a happening in the harrington house circa 2010-ish

(aka another example of Eddie being a kind, loving, gentle parent like Wayne was to him and Steve being absolutely fine with his children being mostly feral as long as they’re alive)

“Dad, am I adopted?”

Eddie blinks, then furrows his eyes as he looks at his seven-year-old daughter, Robbie (who he hadn’t even heard come into the room, to be honest), because he knows that he and Steve have been very upfront with all three of their children about how they’re adopted.

“Yes,” he tells her, “You’re adopted. You’re all adopted.”

“Then how come Hazel and Moe look like sisters and they don’t look like me?” she asks.

And Eddie feels his heart break a little bit.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, running a hand over her curls, “Well, first of all, you all look very similar, and you do all have the same mom, 100%. Sometimes genes are just weird that way.”

Robbie scrunches her nose, “Jeans?”

“Uhh…” he trails off, scratching his head and knowing full well he barely made it through sophomore biology (and that was almost thirty years ago).

When Steve comes home thirty minutes later, he finds Robbie Skyping with Dustin in Indiana and he’s got his camera facing a white board while he talks the first-grader and her middle-aged dad through a very basic explanation of punnett squares and genetics.

“What’s going on?” he asks skeptically, dropping his backpack onto the counter.

“Uncle Dustin’s showing me why me and Moe aren’t related,” Robbie replies, not taking her eyes off the computer screen.

“No,” Dustin cuts in emphatically.

Steve looks at his husband for an explanation.

“She thinks she’s not related to Moe and Hazel because she doesn’t look like them,” Eddie tells him.

Steve’s eyebrows fly up as he looks back at their daughter.

“Robbie,” he says, “Where’s your head at? You and Moe have the exact same face with different hair.”

“Moe has brown eyes,” Robbie fires back.

“And Hazel has blue eyes just like you. So what? All three of you are basically identical. When you and Moe were little, you were so tall that people always told me how cute my twins are.”

yEARS later, Moe and Robbie do that tiktok trend where the camera switches back and forth *very* quickly between their faces to show how similar they look, and their friends all comment shit like ‘wow y’all TWINS twins’

*eddie every 5 mins*: okay but look at how hot my girlfriend is

Thank you Steve. Thank you for today and thank you for every day I get to spend with you, summer ‘86

This marks the end of my beach series. I hope you enjoyed it as much as did creating it :') 🌊☀️🩳🐚

part 1, part 2, part 3

soft dom steve and hard dom eddie love making your head spin with the mix between steve praising you so so sweetly, fingers pushing against your gspot as he coos at you and wipes away your tears of overstimulation with his free hand all while eddie has his hand wrapped around your jaw, thumb pressing against your tongue, almost gagging you as he leans over to spit in your mouth and call you his dirty little whore as his other hand rubs your clit in time with steve's fingers <3

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë Eddie knows from a very young age that fate is cruel. He learns it from his parents first; learns that his mother was destined to shed tears and his father meant to roar in anger like the engines of the cars he steals. Tied together by cheap wedding rings, words on their wrists. They were stuck together unlike the love they used to hold for each other, that once upon a time had the power to turn black ink on their skin into glowing gold, but had left them as time passed by.

I'm so excited to finally be sharing my first @steddiebang piece!

As the Poets Say by @transmascsteveharrington with art by Riddletalks on Twitter (Link TBA because this is scheduled to go up at ~5am in Australia and Riddle's link doesn't exist yet) and me (who'd better be asleep rn).

I'm a sucker for soulmate fics, especially ones where they grow into the love and it becomes a choice. My original idea is so far removed from this, but I got caught by one lore-building sentence and ended up here. (Also I love Escher and painting hands, so there's that too.)

I can't wait for everyone to see what we've made. I hope you enjoy it! (Read the fic. Read the fic. Read the fic. Read the fic. Read the fic. Read the fic.)

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Figure You Out

Ships: Steddigrove(eventual), Rydon(established,) Eddie/Brendon Fandoms/Bandoms: Stranger Things & Panic! At The Disco Tags: Song fic, 00's Band AU, Post Hawkins Shit-Everyone Lives, Billy has internalized homophobia/polyphobia thanks to Neil, Aged up Hawkins Crew-late 20's, angst, drama, gay eddie munson, bi steve harrington, pan brendon urie, jealous ryan ross, boys kissing, post vecna everyone lives, Preview:

The intro starts slow, with a deep base undertone accentuated by the electric violin that Eddie thinks feels so sexy once they get to the chorus. They’ve never performed it live before, only twice at practice before the concert tonight, but in his head, Eddie knows it's going to be sexy. Mostly, he just had a lot of feelings about one asshole Billy Hargrove that he needs to get out. The blonde shredded his heart. The stage is where he heals. 

"I heard he got you a penthouse

On the West Coast,

When will he learn

That you're afraid of heights?"

"I heard he got you a new Benz

With the white wheels

When will he learn

That’d you rather drive your bike?"

Brendon arrives offstage right before the chorus and Eddie is quick to motion the front man to the stage. The younger scene kid’s face lights up, nodding before running back on stage. 

The crowd explodes with the reappearance of one Brendon Urie and Eddie is feeling better about this decision already.

Not to get too emotional but…seeing the TikTok of Eddie’s trailer…I couldn’t help but notice there’s only one bedroom. And that’s Eddie’s. So, either his uncle rarely is home, so he decided to leave the only room to Eddie, or he is home constantly and yet decided to let Eddie have the room. Either way, I can’t get over the fact that Eddie’s uncle loves him so much to let him keep the room. Leaving the fact that this man knew right away Eddie was not capable of hurting anyone, despite what everyone says, and that everyone perceives Eddie as dangerous. Eddie, the freak, the metal head, the guy who wears chains and big rings, and despite his tough looks, his uncle just knows he is incapable of hurting someone. His uncle loves him, and he knows him, and he cares enough for him to let him have a room of his own because in your teens and early 20s, privacy is such an important part for development, and this man perhaps sleeps in the living room (where his big ass mug and cap collection is btw) and

We don’t talk about Eddie’s uncle and their relationship.

No thoughts just imagining Eddie falling in love with an art student. He’d buy them fancy pencils and paper and let them drag him around art museums. He actually ends up loving sculpture and the soft edges of most of the models “looks like you and me” he’d say arms around his soft lover, head on their shoulder, as they look at a soft couple embracing. They’d ask him to be their model for a figure drawing class they have to take and at first it’s clothes on getting the shape of the body and fabric and Eddie would always love seeing the final piece before they turn it in, and then one day they’d be working on the shadows of a nude figure they drew in class and Eddie would get a little jealous. “It’s just for class baby,” they’d say when Eddie pouts at the hard lines of the structured male body they drew. “I liked it better when you only drew me.” So next time his lover asks him to be a model they come home to him stripped down in a similar pose to the one of that nude figure from before. They would get a little flustered—though they’d seen his body many times before—and start drawing and Eddie would be mesmerized by their focus and the movement of their pencil and the little bit of tongue that rests on their lips in concentration. Once they finished Eddie would toss on his boxers and come up behind them pressing a soft kiss to their temple and look at the art before him. “I like softer models,” his lover would say resting their head on Eddie’s soft tummy and looking up at him from where they sit in their chair by the easel. Eddie would smile and say “you can draw me like those sculptures from the museum any time, love.”

(This is very self-indulgent as an art degree grad and self-proclaimed artist, don’t come @ me, also partly inspired by the lil fic “softness” I just reblogged from @roanniom bc I wasn’t thinking of soft boi tums today until I read that🥹)