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tink27 · 4 months
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Steddie ficlet (might do a follow up to show Eddie's reaction)
"He likes a boy"
after years of friendship, and being joined at the proverbial hip, Robin liked to think she could read Steve pretty well, however, his love of being just vague enough to confuse her made this difficult.
"who likes a what now?" still trying to get a read on Steve's feelings, but as of right now he just seemed, disconnected. Since showing up unexpectedly at her house, he had maintained that far-away sort of look that showed that even Steve didn't know what he was feeling.
"Eddie... he... we were hanging out and he" finally he fully met Robin's gaze, and the heartbroken edge to his vacant stare became evident "he was implying, heavily, that he likes me"
"... likes likes you?"
Steve's expression briefly switched to mocking disbelief at her childish choice of words, but he didn't have the energy for any kind of clever retort
"Yes Robin! like likes me!" throwing up his hands before allowing them to smack down against their Jeans ("their" because they fit them both and had been making the rotation between both Steve and Robin's wardrobe for months, she wasn't entirely sure who they belonged to to begin with, not that it mattered)
"And you're... upset?" This was baffling because in the months since Eddie returned for the upside-down, the two had never been closer. Far too many shifts consisted of Steve waxing poetic about Eddie while Robin vaguely tried to relate and be supportive. Although why Steve seemed so utterly smitten as he talked about Eddie's hair or musical elitism would never really make sense to Robin. But still, she saw how they were together.
Steve had a bad track record for love, pouring every part of himself into another person in a way that was truly heartbreaking to watch. However, it became significantly less heartbreaking when it was accompanied by Eddie's eyes following Steve around every room, and always looking to him in conversations no matter who was there because it was Steve's opinion and thoughts that mattered to him most. They truly were obsessed with each other, and honestly, Robin had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.
So Steve's stricken expression made no sense, nor did his frustration that Robin - despite being his platonic soulmate - didn't magically understand the issue he was having.
"I dont know Robs, its just he likes... Steve Harrington" his voice was defeated as he said it, but it still explained nothing
"....you're Steve Harrington" The confusion in her voice was evident "Am I missing something here, this isn't a 'King Steve' thing is it, because Eddie has made it pretty clear that he thought you were a jerk back then"
the noise of frustration from Steve showed she clearly had missed the point and never had she wished so badly to read her best friend's mind as when the tears began to well up in his eyes. She wanted to hug him, but knew from experience that Steve needed to get the thoughts out first.
There was a minute of silence that Robin had to try desperately to not break, every instinct wanting to spit out an awkward and unhelpful comment to lighten the mood, but she knew she just had to wait.
"I'm not..." the words seemed to get lodged in his throat, even those two words came out scratchy and uncomfortable
He squeezed his eyes shut "I'm not a boy"
Steve opened their eyes, with a desperate expression "I'm not a boy"
It was a statement but also a plea. Begging for Robin to know exactly what to say. She didnt.
"you're not a boy." Robin made sure to sound confident, at least she could pretend to know what she was doing. It seemed okay because they gave an awkward nod, head moving slightly too much for it to seem natural
"you're.... a girl?"
the tears seemed to spill the second she said it, and a choked noise lodged itself in their (her?) throat, but after a moment of panicked pause their eyes screwed shut and they nodded but also shrugged. Clearly just as confused by their discomfort as Robin is.
"Okay, thats okay Ste-" shit, stupid "that's okay babe, you're still you, and hey I might be... severely romantically challenged but even I know Eddie is obsessed with you"
there's a brief watery smile before the corners of her lips are pulled down "He likes Steve, he wouldn't like me"
"Horse shit" Robin wasn't as confident as she was trying to sound, but she knew that her best friend was still her best friend and that anyone who didn't adore her was an idiot (as all best friends know)
she moved to sit next to her friend who had ended up on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest, and once again the silence was allowed to stretch out before them, only broken up by heartbroken sniffles and shakey breaths
"so..." Robin wished more than any other moment that she wasn't so awkward "Not Steve?"
"I-" the thought gets broken off " It doesn't feel right, doesn't feel like it's me"
"whats you?" two words encapsulating a question that was near impossible to answer, but it still felt right to ask, to show that Robin wanted to know the answer.
the expression on her face showed that her friend also thought the question unanswerable, and a frustrated shrug fell from her
Robin hated that defeated expression, so she tried "Michelle?"
Clearly, the scrunched-up expression implied it wasn't a fit
"Hannah?" no not that
"Sarah?" seemed less disgusted but still no
"Becky?" okay back to disgust, moving on
"OH! Punch me if this sucks, but... Stevie?" Robin felt the need to justify her choice, showing that she wasn't just trying to make her keep her old name "Like Stevie Nicks! I could see that, dye your hair blonde, get some bangs"
the comment about changing her hair was obviously met with a scowl, but after a soft smile found its way onto her face "Stevie feels better"
Robin had never felt so smart, she was a fucking genius "Stevie is it babe"
Stevie spent moments looking at her, seemingly deep in thought before softly speaking "Thank you Robin"
it seemed too formal for them, to say it so directly with her name like that, but she could tell that Stevie was really grateful so Robin held back the tears (one of them had to be the butch one in this relationship)
"no problem babe" it was spoken just as softly as the thanks, and for now it seemed enough
"Now, tell me what happened with Eddie"
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italiansteebie · 2 years
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i would bet money that steve would put glitter in his hair.
robin notices and steve almost gets embarrassed before robin begs her to put glitter in her hair too.
it becomes a thing.
soon steve, robin, max, AND eddie all have glitter in their hair.
Eddie makes sure to tell steve how beautiful she is, and dust more glitter on their hair if they protest.
"pretty girls always have glitter in their hair! and look at you, sparkling."
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depressedtheatrekiddo · 2 months
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Eddie is the one who runs. But that guy. That guy actually likes, loves Hawkings his soul is spread all over Hawkings, his heart is on the people, the home he found, that live there. His words echo on Mirkwood, not only on Highschool, his screams filling the terrifying silence of the neighborhood.
Eddie actually likes Hawkings, maybe not it's people, but he's tied to the earth he walks on, he feels it and he loves it.
Meanwhile. There is Steve, Steve who is supposed to be the one who stays. That looks out for the others. Steve whose soul is all locked up on his room, because even having the whole Harrington house for himself it never felt hers. Stevie whose heart is with Robin and the kids, with Chrissy and Eddie, a heart that never belong to him. The only echo they hear is the words of the past, not necessarily bad, just past, and past it's always a touchy subject, it follows him everywhere. Past it's Tommy and Carol, it's his parents, it's being called bullshit, it's feeling the voice of Max trembling and feeling like they can't do nothing to stop it. The only screams Steve hears are his own, that are all bottled up on his head, and sometimes, when she closes their eyes the kids scream too.
Stevie who hates Hawkings because it made him them. Steve who hates the earth she walks on because it remembers them of who he was and who she is, the earth that remembers him that he's damned for life. Steve who's tied up to it because the people who have his heart. Because she has to.
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bluedalliances · 1 year
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Heyyyyyyy, could u rec some nb/queer steddie?
Hell yes! Here are some of my favorite wibbly wobbly gendery wimey fics bc I need someone who will yell with me about them. Also, I'll leave the @ of the people who wrote them (at least the ones I could find), so you can follow them.
she likes the boys in the band (i'm her all time favorite) by @formosusiniquis
Oh, boi this fic. I spent a whole night reading because it was just that good. I regret nothing.
So, Steve and Robin go to see Corroded Coffin at the hideout and somehow fall for Eddie and Chrissy. Oh, also, Steve and Robin can read each other's minds. Ft. she/her/he/him Robin and Steve, HOH Steve, flirty Chrissy, Eddie dedicating songs to Steve and making DnD NPCs based on him, and Chrissy as Steve's cousin. Just, so so so lovely.
50k | Rated T
Also by them, since I couldn't choose between two fics I adore:
if you like this you might also like: me
This is a one shot where Steve works in a library and starts exchanging notes with Eddie, who leaves comments on Steve's recommendations. Not only is soft and amazingly written, but the books they reference are amazing at making the narrative move, I even added the ones I didn't know to my TBR. Gender is not heavily discussed or central here, but that's something I personally enjoy so, yeah. 9k | Rated T
Just like Holy Mary by @hellabifurious
A slice-of-life-ish, established relationship, found family fic where Steve explores gender and everything he was taught about being a man. Ft. Nail polish, makeovers, girl's nights, gender discussions, Steve being very, very loved.
28k | Rated T
took you for a working boy by pukner
Where Eddie tells Steve he's gay and, for some reason, that breaks Steve's heart. Ft. The end of the world, radio host Eddie, mutual crush, gender crisis, nb Stevie, just lots of wonderful stuff.
43k | Rated M
I've seen lots of recs for this one and it's really wonderful, another great fic from the same writer ft genderqueer Steve is: off the beaten path (ongoing series)
the queer kids of hawkins series by @locallmann
I've seen people talking about the first book in this series, L is for linoleum (and nothing else), but not so much for the second one, lady stardust, and it's amazing.
On how the older queer kids in Hawkins find each other, their identities, and love. Ft. Trans Eddie, NB Stevie, side ronance, queer solidarity, mom friend Steve, rocky horror as bonding, it has everything. Also, wonderfully tagged, everything you need to know is right there.
36k + 6k | Rated M and T
sit on my lap (tell me what you want) by kaleinope
Where Steve invites Eddie to spend Christmas on a cabin, and he realizes maybe his crush is not really unrequited. Ft. side Buckingham, game night, stolen sweaters, sweet and not angsty misunderstanding.
11k | Rated E | Do not have unprotected sex, children
Espresso Never Tasted so Sweet (Until I Stole it from Your Lips) by SerpentSunrise
Modern au where Steve is a barista and has a crush on one of the regulars. Here, again, gender is not a central theme. Ft. Steve being a little scared of putting himself out, tease Eddie, and lovely references to Icarus. So so good.
The author also has an ongoing work with trans Eddie, where Steve is touch starved. Check it out!
4k | Rated T
take it easy on me by the wonderful @tak-cajaz
Au where Steve is a kindergarten teacher and has a crush on Max's dad. It's a shame he's married. (No, he's not, don't worry). Ft. Supportive Robin, flirty Eddie, absolute sunshine Chrissy and cute kids. Also, misunderstandings, mutual pinning, overthinking and soft encounters.
Honestly, I'd rec everything by Kat, their writing is amazing and heartwarming, I always love every word on her fics. Check their work <3
8k | Rated T
My Favorite Form of Loving by indelicate
This is the first work in their Steddie dads series. It's Steve and Eddie's kid first day at preschool and they support each other through the anxiety of letting her go, it's really, really sweet. Ft. Trans Eddie, accepting enough community, soft dads steddie, dio references and a strong girl.
3k | Rated T
I hope you enjoy these, if you want more just let me know <3
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steveshairychest · 11 months
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Steve doesn't really understand what it means, even though both Robin and Eddie have explained it to him, but that doesn't stop him from pointing at a cool tree covered in moss and saying, "That tree is so gender." Or when a cool car drives by, he whispers under his breath, "Gender envy." And Eddie thinks it's the most precious thing.
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st4tve-harrington · 1 year
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I’m the biggest supporter of genderqueer pronoun user she/they/he stevie harrington and her stupidly queer transmasc neo user boyfriend Eddie Munson. Fight me I dare you (I bite back)
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tomsgregs · 2 years
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*hits your stranger things characters with a gay beam*
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rivermoodboards · 2 years
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trans eddie munson + steddie if you squint
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wheelerhughes · 2 years
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thinking about this headcanon that i feel like nobody will agree with but… eddie starts using “she” to refer to steve in a lighthearted way like “oh she likes the coffee this morning!!” or referring to him with feminine compliments like “looking awfully pretty today” or calling him “princess steve” or something like that and steve actually ends up really liking it to the point where one day eddie is like “hey… do you want to have a conversation about gender…?”
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edmetalqueer · 2 years
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*!*!* Steve With A S/O Who Likes To Draw & Paint *!*!*
Summary: Requested Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff
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Steve really likes to see you drawing, always admiring your style.
He always brags about your artistic talent to his friends.
He will ask if you can draw him.
If you ever gave him a drawing, he will put it on his wall, no matter what, it is now his most important treasure ever.
He likes to bring you candy for you as energy boosts when your drawing.
He thinks its really cool how your creative in your way of drawing, how you draw certain things.
Definitely gets you new painting brushes & colours.
He definitely has some of your drawings in his car.
He can't draw shit himself, but he definitely tries to draw.
He probably can only draw like shapes, stick figures & hearts.
He also likes to talk about how talented you are, always praising you for your art.
Also if you ever needed something to draw off, he will definitely volunteer to being your muse.
He would definitely help you to rest after drawing, making you food, etc.
He thinks it's really important for you to hydrate when drawing, so he will always come with a glass of water for you.
Also he calls you Artsy, he thinks its a cute nickname since your a artist.
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tenacious-minds · 1 year
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In Clays and Creams and Yellow Music is now on ao3
Robin is gay, is the thing. She always has been.
She remembers being very small and watching the way girls skirts twirled around their knees, the way their hair would brush they collarbones and get stuck on their mouths, lips sticky with gloss and— his hair has grown out, is the thing. Since everything. Since it's all been over. He hasn't gotten it cut. 
Used to be every three months like clockwork, the minute it would start brushing his shoulders. And she'd asked him once, why he bothered when it looked so nice longer. He'd tensed up, facing away from her, hands still poised above the register. And then his shoulders had dropped, all at once, forced like, and he’d shrugged. Told her he didn't like the feeling of it brushing his shoulders. He hadn't looked her in the for the rest of their shift. 
She doesn't think she believed him then, either, but she hadn't known what to say to him about it (years later, in the quiet dark of their apartment, he will tell her about his first hair cut and his father and the way his hair brushing against his shoulder's made him want to cry and how confusing that was because it was from happiness and from fear and sadness and some weird twisted second-hand form of disgust (and she knows if she ever sees Harrington senior again she will absolutely break her fucking hand for the sheer pleasure of popping him one right in his great big nose.)) 
So, yeah. His hair is getting long, and the longest bits reach past his shoulders, now, and the front pieces are falling just past his chin, with this one extra short bit— lifted by his great big swirling cow’s-lick— tickling his cheek-bone. And he’s stopped swooping it up with too much hairspray, lets it fall soft and wispy around his face instead— and the door opens, bell jiggling, and he smiles at the pretty girl on the other side of the counter. All big and flirty-like, that one that shows off his one crooked incisor and it makes her stomach twist uncomfortably and she feels sick with it. But Steve is talking with his hands now, fingers flying as he explains the plot of whatever movie he’s recommend, and she can see the way the girl tracks them, nose wrinkling, and that makes Robin's stomach twist for a whole other reason, sinking like a rock in her fucking abdomen, tugging at her diaphragm until she can't breathe with it either. Because really, Steve’s picked up a lot of that from her and Eddie, the way he flourishes his hands. But Eddie knows better than to really do it much in public, and he’s created the kind of personae that it wouldn’t matter even if he did but Steve doesn’t have that, and he doesn’t even really know. 
But Steve is ringing her up now, and they’re both smiling and the girl is thanking him and—it’s fine, really, it's all fine.
Except that now Robin's looking at his hands too, all cluttered with rings, which he's slowly been collecting for the past month now—two months? All delicate weaved silver and floral motifs, one with a small inset amethyst and one with weaving ivy (from Robin) and another, the only chunky one (one of Eddie’s)— an old signet style ring with a heavy lined moth, weighing down his pinky-finger in tarnished silver. And his nails— they’re painted. A soft pink clear coat you can barely see, except for when it catches the light just right and the florescent bulb shines in arcs across them. He'd had Robin repaint them Saturday night, after the girls had left, from a bright yellow ( his favourite colour) to this ‘so he could still wear it into work’. (When pressed he had simply stated that he'd promised El, and then, in a much quieter hushed kind of voice, that he thought it would be good for Will to have some positive roll models.) They're well cared for, Robin knows, and by turns soft and rough—slightly callused from years of sports and swinging his dumb bat at dumb terrifying monsters, but he has this whole drawer full of fancy creams and she knows that he trims his cuticles, files his nails until they are a perfectly shaped oval—
“-obin" Steve is looking at her now, head tilted to the side with that soft exasperated Robin-smile he saves just for her. "Robs?" he says again, and he laughs softly when she just blinks at him, it makes something in her stomach clench painfully. She feels sick. Is she sick? She wonders if this is all some sort of fever induced hallucination and— Steve is looking worried now, stepping closer with that little furrow between his brows, one hand lifted like he's thinking about pressing it to her forehead to check her temperature and— is he wearing lip gloss what the fuck? But— no. Steve is not allowed to look worried.
He's worried so often— about her and the kids and Eddie and even Nance and Jonathan, and there's absolutely no need for him to be looking like that right now, not about whatever is happening inside Robin's head because its nothing. So she laughs and pokes at his forehead, and he swats at her hands, still kind of frowning at her, and she knows he's still worried.
“I'm okay, Stevie, really” she says, and then he goes a little pink, the way he always does when she calls him that, fond and pleased, and he squeezes her hand tightly between his.
"You looked a little warm, are you sure?" and she doesn't stop him from pressing the back of his hand to her cheek, forehead, neck until he's satisfied. He smells like the lavender he puts on his temples before bed and like something else sweet and musky and floral. Fuck.
"See?" She says, and squeezes his other hand where they're still clasped by their sides. “All good."
He hums, still looking her over. "Alight, but let me know if that changes okay? We’re closing early to day to help out at the middle school, so I can always drive you home and then come back to finish closing up on my own.” And then he's back to work again, squinting at the computer screen and typing with his painfully slow two-fingered jabs. 
And Robin's gay, is thing. She always has been. She likes women, or at least, she doesn't like men.
But Steve is—
Well. Fuck.
Part 2 
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italiansteebie · 1 year
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nb steve harrington loves her stubble and long eyelashes. he thinks she's the prettiest baby in the world.
and they're right. she is.
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eddiesautismeyes · 1 year
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Ive Never posted on tumblr before BUT I’ve had brain rot for modern au fruity four where they just play Minecraft together on discord SO HERE! HAVE THIS 🤲
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depressedtheatrekiddo · 5 months
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Ohohohoh I'm a sucker for whatever the past ship of Stevie + Carol + Tommy is called
Imagine me when an idea appears on my mind and says
LISTENLISTEN
It's Christmas, okay? And Carol it's pressured by her family to bring a boyfriend because we know how that shit works
So
She brings Tommy
BUT they're all together at that moment. Because they know they are. Together.
It goes something like this
. ° — ° — ❄️ — ° — ° .
"So yeah— my parents..."
"Oh, I can go!" Steve says, lovely smile in their face "Then we can go to my parents too, they asked me to bring someone too and I doubt they told me that as to bring a friend"
And then Tommy and Carol go silent.
And Stevie knows they talked about it before. Before telling her.
"Stevie, I thought about bringing Tommy— He's— You know...A real man" And fuck it, it burns like hell, and Steve remembers themselves to not cry, he tries not to.
"Oh" Carol tries to touch her arm, Tommy smiles softly, 'sorry' Stevie can read in his expression. She doesn't care, they know Carol and Tommy love him for who she is, but they don't always think about what they say, and the one who ends hurt is Steve. Because she doesn't say anything. Because they love him. "It's 'kay- I'm gonna go home"
Carol tries to talk, Tommy looks at Stevie as she stands up from Tommy's bed, as they're in his bedroom. The two of them realize they fucked up once they heard Steve calling his house a home. Because they were supposed to be her home, his safe place.
"Lemme walk you to the door" Tommy stands up too, and then Carol nods.
Steve let's them walk with her, he doesn't say anything.
"See ya tomorrow Stevie" Tommy mutters, his gaze trying to be softer, very different from when he talks normally. She sees that he tries to think what to do. But he doesn't do anything.
"W-we can go the three of us together to prom— It's just—" Carol mutters, a weak smile on her face. But she doesn't say sorry. Neither of them actually verbalize it. And Stevie remembers the relationship of their parents. And fuck it, it burns even more.
"It's okay— I understand" And he doesn't. But they love them. Why does it matter?
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dontcallmeeds · 9 months
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I need the fandom to know that while I’ve been absolutely sleep deprived from anxiety that I decided to write a fic where Eddie Munson is absolutely balls to the wall obsessed with Shrek.
I have finally lost it yall.
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mariposainthemoonlight · 10 months
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I love how whole fandoms just accept random queer headcanons and forget they’re not canon as they are so commonly discussed and accepted.
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