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hairmetal666 · 2 months

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Steve parks at Eddie's, a plastic wrapped bouquet of roses so purple they're almost black carefully buckled into the passenger seat, and a nervous twist to his stomach. He didn't plan to do this. It's just, he was agonizing about his crush to Robin and she goaded him until it seemed like a great fucking idea to ask Eddie out on Valentine's Day, of all days.

The flowers were an accident. He saw them in the front window of the little flower shop in town, and it felt like fate, like they were practically made for Eddie Munson.

With a deep breath and a gritted teeth, he swings out of the car, flowers in hand. He's doing this, he's got this, he can ask Eddie out.

Music rocks from the trailer, drowning out Steve's knock. They didn't exactly have plans tonight, only they hangout every night since Vecna, so he figured...well, Eddie never said they weren't getting together.

He's a little miffed when his knock isn't answered. Even when the music is up, the walls of the trailer vibrating, Eddie always comes to the door. But the minutes tick by with no response until the annoyance turns to anxiety.

He stretches over, up on tiptoe, craning through the window to see if he can spot Eddie, probably distracted by planning for dnd or working on a song.

The kitchen is deserted, pots steaming on the stove. The two-seater table is covered in one of those paper tablecloths they have at Melvald's for a buck, patterned with bright red hearts. The table is set, two plates, two beers, a candle burning in the center of it all.

God, he's stupid. So stupid, with his nearly black flowers and his silly crush. Of course Eddie already had someone to spend Valentine's Day with.

He stumbles down the stairs, stomach fighting up his throat. The loud music makes so much sense now. He has to leave. He can't stand the thought of Eddie finding him here, letting him down easy; can stand even less seeing him with the date he has over.

Steve almost makes it back to the car before he hears the screen door slam, Eddie's voice calling his name. For a second, he considers ignoring him; for a second, he thinks about jumping in the car and driving off and forgetting this ever happened. But he could never do that to Eddie, not even when the consequence is his own heart.

"Oh, uh. Hey, man," Steve says. He runs his fingers through his hair, swallows. "Didn't mean to interrupt, thought we had plans but I guess they weren't set in stone." He's rambling and he knows it, but can't stop. "I didn't realize you--I'll get out of your hair."

Eddie's eyes flicker from Steve to the flowers clutched in his fist, the wrapping now sweaty and rumpled. "Are those for me?" Eddie asks.

Steve's mouth open and closes a few times, thrown off the track of his monologue and trying to think of a plausible lie. "I--they're--it's--"

There's nothing for it. He has to tell the truth and eat the humiliation. "I saw them today and--They're perfect for you. So, I wanted--" he shakes his head, shoves the bouquet into Eddie's arms. "Happy Valentine's Day. I'll let you get back to your date."

Eddie's face scrunches and it would be cute except for all the way Steve's heart is breaking. "Aren't you my date?"

"What?"

"Steve. We hang out every night. I thought--"

"But. For me--" He splutters. "The table?"

"Harrington, it's Valentine's Day! You bought me flowers!"

"Yeah, cause I was going to ask you out!"

This is what breaks Eddie, and he bursts out into helpless giggles.

"Don't laugh at me, Munson." But he's starting to laugh too.

"I'm sorry! I just--you," and Eddie isn't laughing anymore, he's looking at Steve with clear, shining eyes. "You brought me flowers."

Steve sobers too, hands over the bouquet. "I brought you flowers. You made me dinner."

"Yeah." He glances up at Steve from under his eyelashes. "I made you dinner."

"Sorry for--" He gestures broadly around himself.

Eddie shakes his head, soft smile on his lips. "You're something else, Stevie." The words are so fond they make Steve's heart flip. "Now, come inside before the food gets cold."

Steve walks to do the door, pausing before he climbs the stairs.

"What is it?" Eddie's eyebrows lift.

"Nothing. Just--" Steve licks his lips, notices the way Eddie tracks the movement. "I'm really falling for you, is all."

"No duh," Eddie says with a broad, smitten grin. "You bought me flowers."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harringon #eddie munson #ficlet #valentine's day #friends to lovers #fluff #a smidge of angst #misunderstanding #oblivious steve harrington #idiots in love #they're not dating but they're not NOT dating #getting together #feelings confession #no duh #working on a steddie “no duh” agenda now i guess

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hawkinsqueers · 2 years

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Anybody else noticing that Steve Harrington has a type?

I mean the hair? The jackets? The top energy?

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rocketkit · 1 year

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#steddie fanart #steddie #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson #steve harrington fanart #steve harringon #st #stranger things #stranger things fanart #st fanart #stranger things 4 #my art #click for better quality!#christmas art

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bisexual-cryptid · 2 years

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Stranger Things + Textposts (pt ?)

#stranger things #st4 vol1 #st4 vol2 #strangerthingsedit #steve harringon #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #will byers #will the wise #steddie #stranger things as textposts #textposts #incorrect quotes #bcstrangerthingsastextposts

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wroteclassicaly · 10 months

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Just wanna suck on Steve’s neck and jerk his fat cock nice and slow, reducing him to a whimpering mess.

“Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me, Steve?”

You can feel the vibrations of his jugular constricting, as he swallows himself into a head tilt, permitting you more access to the freckle splattered, sun kissed skin. Mhm. He’s forgotten to shave, leaving the faintest line of stubble around his neck, mouth, and jawline, and you’re bombarded with his apple and cedar-wood body wash, complete with matching cologne.

“Honey,” he begs, tugging on the fabric of your t-shirt, muscular arm thrown around your waist. “You know I need to. Gonna be so fucking good for you! I’ll — I will —“

He’s whimpering now, causing you to halt your motions, lips on his chin, hand squeezing his base, your knuckles tickled by wisps of the bush that surrounds him. You slide up a little, eyes on his blown pupils. “You will do what, Stevie?”

He doesn’t miss a beat, gone. Sanity obliterated to his outer limits lust. “I’ll eat your pussy until my jaw is sore, and I’ll fuck you until you can’t sit down, can’t walk without limping. Gonna give it to you so good for takin’ care of me. Shit, honey.”

It’s you who forgets to breathe, who finally manages (after seconds) to inhale sharply. His fingertips of the hand that’s resting at your side, they scratch below your breast, playing with the fabric of your cotton jersey. “M’ gonna cum so hard for you, then I’ll make you my good girl, okay?”

Who are you to argue??

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kisinthehouse · 3 months

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Thinking about him shoving me up against the wall, the music from the party still loud in our ears, kissing me desperately. We both knew that this party was going to be crazy, but we never knew it was going to be crazy to this extent. His hands are groping my thighs roughly as he drunkenly kisses down my neck and my eyes roll up to the ceiling in pleasure. My nails are raking down his biceps. The fear of someone walking out of the party to see us is hanging in the air between us, but it fades to excitement the closer we get to each other. We both give each other a tipsy smile as he starts to move my skirt further up my hips, hitching my underwear to one side before he looks back up at me,

“Let’s not make any noise, yeah?”

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fastcardotmp3 · 1 year

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I gotta say I am such a sucker for Eddie and Steve genuinely not falling in love, not even seeing each other in more than a wholly friendly way, until they're well into their thirties.

No high school crushes, no trauma born romance, just two guys who sincerely did not like each other as teenagers and then grew to respect each other in the face of unimaginable strife, who figured out how to be friends somewhere in the aftermath, who maybe only managed to hold onto each other through cross-country moves and major life changes and stumbles back home and repeat, repeat repeat, simply because there was no greater attachment than having someone who gets it and gets them in an uncomplicated way.

Just friends, although maybe a different sort than Robin is to Steve or the Hellfire boys are to Eddie, and that's a big deal in and of itself for two guys who have more than their fair share of abandonment issues.

Because so long as their relationship is this, friends on the phone, friends who visit each other over the holidays, friends who-- for 18 months when they're both in their late twenties and having parallel professional crises-- live in the same two bedroom apartment in chicago and accidentally adopt a stray cat together, it's a stable thing in two lives that are otherwise anything but.

There's no reason to look at it deeper than that, no reason to really question a change in feeling that happens so slowly over so many, many years until eventually it just...is.

It's no big revelation, although it will become an important choice, but in the moment at the end of a long day of moving Eddie back to Indy where he and Will are hunkering down to write their next joint graphic novel endeavor, something just clicks for Steve.

Clicks into a place that maybe hadn't even existed before this night, sharing a beer on Eddie's new-old couch, music playing because they're too tired to hook up the TV properly, and sitting close after months apart while they've both been busy doing their own thing.

The walls of this little living room in this little house near Butler are still bare and the room is lit entirely by the glow of the kitchen filtering in and Eddie is laughing so bright and big at Steve's updates from the pottery studio where he works downtown and the way Steve suddenly wants to touch him, feel the laughter, taste it doesn't feel as sudden or shocking or massive as it probably should.

It just feels.

He's not drunk, hasn't really had the constitution for it since he passed his 35th birthday, but his body goes soft and warm in a sober replication of such a thing, and he doesn't try to stop the float of his hand to push a curl up off of Eddie's forehead-- hair shorter these days, but no less wild.

"You look good," he says, and Eddie's smile lines dig deep into his cheeks, dimples on full display as he swirls the inch of beer at the bottom of his bottle absentmindedly.

"You look like you could use some sun," Eddie tells him, still grinning, leaning into Steve's touch without an ounce of shame.

"It's November in Indiana," Steve levels him with a look that's second nature, "not all of us spent the past six months at the beach, Munson."

"Fair enough," Eddie chuckles, free hand tugging gently at the collar of Steve's shirt.

Sitting so close. Something clicks.

"Next time," Eddie's eyes had so much life to them when they met all those years ago, it's only grown in depth, the way they flicker across Steve's face tonight, "you'll just have to come with me."

It's not unclear, who kisses who, because Steve decides in that moment that he's going to kiss Eddie in the yellow glow of the kitchen light, but the way Eddie accepts it so forthright, kisses back without a beat of surprise or hesitation, it's almost like Steve just barely beat him to the punch.

He tastes like beer, tastes sun kissed and sweaty from a full day of carrying furniture inside, and Steve feels something that he's come to appreciate head-on in his life in a way he never really got a decade-plus ago.

Peace.

He's got Eddie Munson grinning against his lips, licking into his mouth, both of them all but giggling as the guy crawls into his lap, and it doesn't feel like time was wasted, it doesn't even feel like finally.

It just is.

Time and space and endless ongoing choices that led them here to Eddie's hands cupping Steve's jaw and Steve's grip on Eddie's waist over an old, soft t-shirt.

"You look good too," Eddie breathes, lips against Steve's temple as they catch their breath, a teasing sort of lilt to it that has Steve pinching the skin at Eddie's hip in retaliation because he'd said Steve needed some sun, but it's pretty clear that he's about to start getting plenty.

Eddie yelps and bites Steve's ear and god, oh god, something clicks.

Steve is going to buy this man flowers.

He's going to go into work tomorrow and throw a vase on the wheel to put them in.

#dot post #dot fic #stranger things #steddie #steve harringon #eddie munson #today's irregularly scheduled ramble for u all and look!!! no angst!! no warnings!!#are you proud mom

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lihhelsing · 4 months

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(i'll hold on to you)

Gone were the days when Steve would be excited for a party.

It used to make him feel alive and reckless and independent. It made him feel like he was the king of the world. King fucking Steve.

It felt like a big fuck you to his parents who never gave a fuck.

He threw parties because it made him feel likable. 'No, you don't need to bring booze, there'll be plenty there' he would say as he and Tommy hit the store before a party, giving money and free beers to whoever agreed to buy them alcohol. They never left empty-handed.

Now, everything just felt wrong.

Now he knew people liked the idea of Steve Harrington. Not so much the person he was.

Despite being in a weird place with Tommy and Carol, Tommy had asked him about Harrington's New Year's rager and how could Steve say no to that? Especially when it felt like one more chance. One more try.

Steve had promised himself he would try more. Convinced that the reason why things between him and Tommy felt weird was because he wasn't trying enough and not because he had been feeling some type of way about his best friend for a while now.

And not because Tommy had kissed him and things had never been the same again.

So yeah, Steve was desperate to grab whatever piece of normalcy he could have. If he pretended long enough, maybe things would eventually be ok again.

The party was… What parties at the Harrington's always were. Loud, crazy, bursting with people. Everyone who knew anyone was there and Steve barely paid attention to who they were. It didn't matter. He was just hoping the loud noises would be enough to drown his self-pity.

They weren't. Amongst the music and the yelling it wasn't even midnight and Steve's head already felt like it was about to split open. He thought maybe a beer would help. Thought maybe he would grab one and go hang with Tommy and Carol and just tried.

As he approached them, though, Tommy seemed to sense he was coming as he grabbed Carol by the waist and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. Steve stopped where he was, feeling his stomach in knots.

It was just coincidence, was what he told himself even as Tommy detached his mouth from hers and pulled her body close, his hand curling on her ass, fingers brushing right at the hem of her skirt.

It would be nothing more than a coincidence if Tommy wasn't looking straight at Steve as he let Carol kiss his neck. As he let his fingers dip under her skirt.

Steve turned around, refusing to look.

He went back to his room at almost midnight and he drank his beer all alone, the lingering feeling of not belonging swimming inside his aching head.

Steve listened as everyone shouted a countdown for the new year and he listened as the party went on. No one to notice he was gone from it.

The doorbell rang at 10 am the next morning.

It couldn't be his parents because they wouldn't dare come back a day early from their vacation to the Bahamas.

The scariest part was that Steve couldn't think of anyone who would be ringing his doorbell at that hour on January 1st, 1984.

He thought about ignoring it but the idea of not saying a single word out loud that day scared him enough to make him move. He pushed himself from the bed, threw on a shirt, and combed his fingers through his hair to try and not look so disheveled.

Downstairs he tried to ignore the absolute mess the house was in. He still had a few days before his parents got back and even if they didn't care enough about Steve to worry about him throwing parties, they did care about finding the house spotless. Almost as if it had never been lived on.

At least that meant Steve would have two days' worth of chores to keep him busy.

He swung the front door open, ready to send away whatever salesman was standing there - wondering if there could be a girl's scout selling leftover cookies because Steve could definitely go for a pack of Thin Mints - just to be taken aback by a familiar face.

One he wouldn't expect to see standing in his front door in a million years.

"Eddie Munson," Steve let the name roll off of his tongue as he looked Eddie up and down.

He couldn't say he knew Eddie. He knew of him because who the hell didn't? The guy walked on tables and was loud as fuck. He was also always throwing daggers at Steve.

But in broad daylight, Eddie looked almost out of place. He was wearing all-black, as usual, with his hair tied up in a bun. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and even though it was January, for fuck's sake, he wasn't wearing any gloves. Steve let his eyes linger on the way Eddie kept playing with one of his rings, sliding it in and out of his index finger.

"Hey, Harrington," Eddie said. Or purred was more appropriate. When Steve looked back up, Eddie was smirking at him as if he had noticed the way Steve's eyes drank him in.

"Did you need anything?" Steve asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice. His head hurt and now that he had talked he wished he didn't because it made the pounding even worse.

"Why? Am I interrupting something?" Eddie said, angling his body so he could look at the dark, empty house. Steve could lie, of course. Say that there was a girl upstairs waiting for him to come back. He could even add some crass detail about it to see if it would get a rise out of Eddie.

But for some reason, he didn't.

"Look, Munson, I'm not in the mood for your little games. Either you say what you want or you get the hell out of my face."

Eddie batted his eyelashes at Steve. "Oh, someone's touchy. Would that have something to do with the way those two friends of yours were ignoring you all night yesterday?"

Steve felt his head spinning. Was Eddie Munson at his party yesterday? Had he not noticed him even though Eddie seemed to have noticed a lot of things?

"Whatever," Steve said, pushing the door closed. He didn't have the time for that anyway. A lot of cleaning to do.

"Wait!" Eddie said, moving his body so he could stop the door from closing. Steve was beginning to feel very annoyed. "Sorry. My uncle says I never know when to shut up."

Steve frowned at that piece of information. "Well?"

"I, uh… I think I left my lunchbox in here somewhere. Did you happen to find it?"

Steve had to fight his immediate urge to just say no and close the door in his face. It wasn't his problem if Eddie couldn't hold on to his shit at a party. But he could see the anxiousness bleeding on his expression, his hand going back to pick at his ring almost as if he was unaware of doing it.

"Haven't really looked," Steve said, shrugging. "I'll let you know if I do."

There was no reason for Steve to be nice to Eddie but he couldn't find a reason to not be nice. Now that he was looking at him, Eddie looked almost distressed.

"Shit. Look, man. It's, uh, important. It's my-"

"Drug lunchbox. I know. I'm not dumb."

Eddie's eyes widened and he rushed his words out. "I don't think you're dumb. Just didn't take the King for someone to know things about his subjects."

Steve crossed his arms, refusing to acknowledge the way the nickname stung.

"Whatever. I haven't started cleaning, but I'll let you know when I find it. Don't want my parents finding that shit here anyway."

Steve was pretty sure his voice sounded final. He didn't care about the lunchbox, had no reason to fuck with Eddie about it because who would bring weed to his parties if he did? But Eddie was still standing there looking like a kicked puppy.

"What is it?" Steve asked, exasperated.

Eddie chewed on his lip and looked down. "I really need it. It has all my inventory and my money in it. Do you mind if I… Can I look for it?"

Steve stared at him but Eddie wouldn't meet his eyes. He wanted to say no, just send him away with the promise that he would give it back when he found it. But seeing Eddie that anxious was doing things to Steve. It was making him want to fix it.

"Please," Eddie said again, almost a whisper. "I'll help you clean if you want."

Eddie finally looked back at him. His eyes were shining in a way that made Steve uncomfortable. He wanted to push him away. Whatever. He didn't need the freak helping him clean the house, even if he had ulterior motives for doing it.

But his mind wandered to the empty house. To the quiet, suffocating house. To how pathetic it was for him to be all alone, cleaning the house after a party he didn't want to be at, thinking about whatever shit his ex-best friend and his girlfriend were doing without him. Feeling sorry for himself.

"Shit. Fine. Come on in, Munson."

Steve wondered if he was going to regret that.

#this is part 1 most likely #as is everything I write #bc I can't be chill #steddie #new year's #ficlet #steddie ficlet #angst #past stommy #Steve Harringon #Eddie Munson #Stranger Things Fics #Ali's stuff

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alwaysmoncheri · 7 months

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𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

return to — steve harrington masterlist

you can find my story on wattpad here!

you can find my steve harrington playlist here!

you can read my story on wattpad or here on tumblr — whichever you prefer ´･ᴗ･`

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏

I - the vanishing of will byers

II - the search

III - the weirdo on maple street

IV - the house party

V - the body

VI - pictures

VII - the woods

VIII - don’t turn off the lights

IX - monster hunting

X - the kiddie pool

XI - let’s kill this son of a bitch

XII - happy holidays

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐

XIII - mad max

XIV - new kids on the block

XV - halloween night

XVI - tension

XVII - episodes

XVIII - the cellar

XIX - sexual electricity

XX - the junkyard

XXI - hawkins lab

XXII - the spy

XXIII - together again

XXIV - the fight

XXV - tunnels

XXVI - the snow ball

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

XXVII - scoops ahoy

XXVIII - suzie, do you copy?

XXIX - the code

XXX - evil russians

XXXI - the air ducts

XXXII - child endangerment

XXXIII - booby traps

XXXV - caught

XXXVI - drugged

XXXVII - escaping evil russians 101

XXXVIII - interrogate me

XXXIX - the bite

XL - the mind flayer

XLI - scoops troop

XLII - the battle of starcourt

XLIII - new beginnings

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟒

XLIV - the pep rally

XLV - the nightmares

XLVI - the game

tba !!

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guacam011y · 9 months

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Robin: Rules are made to be broken.

Nancy : They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Steve: Uh, piñatas.

Eddie: Glow sticks.

Jonathan : Karate boards.

Argyle : Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Robin: Rules.

Nancy :

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gregre369 · 9 months

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I have a Terrible head cannon that Steve’s parents were killed season 3 by the mind flayer.

But Steve doesn’t know this because they’re almost never home and he didn’t realize they had been in town when it happened.

#fanfiction #steddie #eddissy #stranger things #eddie munson #harringroveson #hellcheer #steve harringon #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson x steve harrington #platonic stobin #Stobin #headcanon #im sorry #but poor Steve just assume they have no time for him #and when he finds out he’s just absolutely gutted #but like angst with a happy ending #bc both me and Steve need this

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shadybullfrog · 10 months

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So we all agree that Eddie has like a hand fixation right? Like he's always fidgeting with something.

When him and Steve finally get together, Steve starts to wear rings more often just so that when Eddie grabs his hand he has something to fidget with. Eddie will randomly grab Steve's hand and hold onto it, messing with some of his rings or sometimes just drawing random shapes into his palm.

Steve just sort of lets it happen. At some point Eddie carries around pens with him and will lift up some of Steve's sleeves (if he's wearing a sweater) and start drawing on his arms. Steve keeps the doodles for as long as he can, looking back on them occasionally.

There will be times where Steve and Eddie are laying naked in their bed, Steve reading a book and Eddie will be down drawing doodles on either Steve's thighs or his side.

It's either doodles or random bite marks for him. Steve doesn't care. He'll gladly go out in public in a tee shirt with all of Eddie's random doodles on display. Robin makes fun of them for it sometimes, but it's their different kind of love. Sometimes, Steve will even get some of the doodles tattooed on him. It's how he builds up his ink, alongside with Eddie.

It only gets better when Eddie gets an apprenticeship at a local tattoo shop. Soon enough it's Eddie himself tattooing his own doodles onto Steve.

And even many more years later, when Eddie grabs onto Steve's hand as they're sitting and reading respective books, he plays with a simple gold band on the ring finger of his left hand.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harringon #eddie has a hand fixation #theyre so in love #they live happy ever after and you cant take that away from me #my boys #steve just lets eddie do what he wants #he still loves him for it #god theyre so in love

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rocketkit · 1 year

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they’re at a new year’s party or something

#steddie fanart #steddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fanart #steve harringon #steve harrington fanart #st #stranger things #stranger things fanart #st fanart #stranger things 4 #my art #click for better quality!#reblogs appreciated!

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notsopersonalcharlie · 11 months

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Attached at the Hip

Steddie!Dads

Notes: ok I kind of ran away with this but basically: girldad!techer!Steve (also little league coach) and boydad!mechanic Eddie having kids who are besties and both of them are sick of the heteronormative bullshit other parents at the school put on their kiddos

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses dangling from his other hand, as the first grade classroom reached a fever pitch. The excitement for the first day of nice weather was clear, and recess was just a few short minutes away. The kids were supposed to be having free work time, but they had all gathered around the windows watching the kindergarteners play. There were complaints about the “babies” tearing up the nice new mulch and excited squeals about the colorful equipment that had been added to parts of the playground in a much needed renovation two weekends before. Only a few of the kids were actually doing work. Connor Munson was one of them, sitting quietly in the corner reading a fantasy book that was probably several grades higher than the average reading level in the class.

“Alright kids, one you were just like those ‘babies’ last year and two its independent work time and you should be doing something quietly in the classroom for the next fifteen minutes. I know we are all excited, but we need to finish up the morning before we can run around.” With several annoyed huffs, the kids found their way to the small tables or on comfy spots on the floor. many took up reading, but a few pulled out some materials to do other things and Steve’s head stopped throbbing as he watched them return to a hum of excitement rather than the reverberating yelling from before.

The first and second graders raced onto the playground, immediately swarming towards the new equipment and the screaming started almost right away. Steve and the rest of the teachers were clumped in a few different spots to ensure full coverage of the playground, quietly chatting.

“Daddy!” Steve turned his attention to the little blonde who was running full speed, knowing he would catch her into a big tight squeeze. Claire giggled, pressing her face into his shirt.

“Did you have a good morning?” She nodded as he set her down.

“I told everyone how you let me bring leftover pizza for lunch!” Steve let out a chuckle, as did the other first grade teacher, Claire’s teacher in fact.

“Well why don’t you go play. I think Connor went over that way.” Steve gestured in the direction he had seen the little boy go towards and she gave his leg a tight squeeze before skipping off.

“Oh those two, attached at the hip. They’re an adorable little couple.” Steve tried not to let the cringe show on his face, just plastered on a little smile to keep the peace and made up an excuse to check another part of the playground. It had been going on for two years, the commentary. Connor and Claire, attached at the hip, then immediately to couple. It enraged him, and he knew it made Connor’s father angry too. The heteronormative bullshit had been pushed on Steve throughout his lifetime too, forcing it to take years longer than it should have for him to realize he definitely didn’t only like girls. He did his best with Claire at home. She knew he went on dates with both women and men, and she adored her Aunt Robin and Auntie Nancy, but Steve could see that the six year olds heard the comments.

The rest of the day came and went. He also ate leftover pizza for lunch, not because he was such a fantastic father, but he hadn’t made it to the grocery store this weekend while he was preparing for the soccer little league. Connor loved soccer, Claire did not, but the girl still did it and Steve appreciated, maybe a little too much, the fact that Eddie Munson would be there every weekend, right where Steve could ogle him without making a playdate excuse.

“Cooooonnooooooooor.” The loud voice cut through Steve’s lack of focus and he looked up to where Eddie Munson appeared, wearing a slightly grease stained shirt, his hair tied up behind his head in, what Robin said was, a messy bun. The little boy who had been sitting beside Steve and Claire leapt out of his spot and ran to his dad, tossed into the air and then squeezed into a tight hug.

“Hi dad.” Steve stood up, sticking out his hand for a shake as Eddie came over.

“How was my boy today?”

“A little angel as always,” Steve laughed, handing him Connor’s backpack. Claire had stood up too. It was a little routine they had, Steve staying after with the kids so that Eddie could finish his shift. There were a number of kids that had parents who couldn’t pick them up at 3 on the dot, since they had shifts that ended on the hour of the half hour, and with Claire and Connor wanting to spend time together, Steve had never had a problem being the teacher who stayed. And if it meant he got to see Eddie Munson one more day of the week, well five more, well no one had to know that.

“We’re still on for this weekend?” Eddie’s eyes had gone soft and Steve did a quick look around, all of the rest of the kids and parents had gone. He gave Eddie a smile reserved only for him.

“Always.” Sure their kids might be attached at the hip, but not because of some stupid expectation that they would fall in love when they were older, more because they were practically siblings at this point.

#I would so happily write more of this pls give me the word #steddie #steddie parents #Steve harringon #dad!steve harrington #dad!eddie munson #Eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #loving them #notsopersonalcharlie #charlie writes

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dustin (about eddie): don’t worry. he likes your butt and fancy hair. i know. i read his diary.

steve:

steve, blushing: he thinks it’s fancy?

#source: lilo and stitch #incorrect quotes #stranger things #st4 #steve harringon #eddie munson #dustin henderson #steddie #steve x eddie

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Pls is there a part 2 to midnight city I want to know morning after and how everyone reacts to it because phew

A/N: When I originally posted midnight city on the old blog, this was one of my only fics that kept getting asked for part twos and I loved writing it, but really didn't know where to go. I guess, this lucky anon was the magical number to finally inspire this. And I will say, I do have a mini series all about Modern Steve coming out soon called "We'll Call it Love" - I hope you stick around for some more modern Steve.

But for you, anon & all of the wonderful people who asked for part 2? A little morning after blurb - enjoy 💋

Frozen:

part one: "Midnight City" | part two

modern!steve harrington x fem! reader

Summary: Steve Harrington still looks good in the morning. Your meddling friends have impeccable timing, but Steve and you still find time to get a little lost in each other. | masterlist | steve's music | NSFW 18+

WC Range: 1k-3k

Warnings: unprotected piv intercourse - creampie, petnames, Steve had stolen your shirt?, underwear found by friends

Lilac morning light falling across your eyelids as you wake from a dream you can’t quite remember, naked body stretching across soft sheets, arms under the pillow beneath your head. Lazily waking up in a bed that’s not your own, but somehow already feels like home. You let out a quiet yawn as you roll onto your side, eyes fluttering open at the warm breath that hits your cheek.

You bite your bottom lip as you take in the sleeping figure next to you. Steve’s face sharing your pillow, hair shorter than you’ve ever seen it before last night. His eyes moving in a dream under his closed eyelids, arms tucked under his chest, his back and shoulder muscles flexing as he shifts in his sleep.

You can’t help but watch him, taking in every slight twitch of a finger, a hitched breath, a snore - feeling like you’re watching an intimate and vulnerable version of the boy who keeps himself so guarded normally. His pink lips, soft and parted slightly, blowing air out in slow breaths and you’re a little mesmerized by them, remembering just how intimate you got with them last night.

You scoot your body slightly closer, sheets falling from your bare shoulder as your fingertips trace a light pattern across his back, your lips grazing his bicep, your body nudging into his.

You hear his breath shift as your fingers graze down his spine and back up, over his neck and scratching the back of his scalp. He moans a little, face burying itself in the shared pillow as you continue to scratch and card your fingers through the shorter hair and he stretches.

He finally opens his eyes as he turns his face towards yours. Eyes that aren’t quite blue nor green, mixing to form a color that reminds you of getting lost, blink at you and he smiles slowly, his voice deep and rough with sleep, “Good morning.”

His hand reaches over, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, trailing down your neck, shoulder, and your arm, all the way to the hand that had found its way to his chest and he lifts it and kisses your palm.

You feel your body warm at the gesture and he smirks, kissing your wrist and up your arm, scooting his body closer to yours until your skin to skin and you feel just how happy he is to see you this morning.

You whisper, afraid to pop the bubble that you’re in as he buries himself into your neck, “Morning, Steve.”

Soft kisses, down the column of your neck as he hums as a reply back to you, his hand on your lower back buzzing soft circles into your skin. He’s not doing anything overtly sexual and yet your stomach is flipping, toes curling and breath hitching every time his scruff catches and tickles your skin. You feel his morning erection pressed to your thigh twitch as his teeth nip your earlobe gently.

Lips trailing down your jaw as your eyelids flutter closed and you whisper, “Steve.”

His reply is not with words, but lips finding yours, swallowing your quiet sighs, his fingertips slipping down the curves of your body until he’s pulling his fingers through your wet folds and you shiver against him.

Both of you wrap your arms around each other, pulling one another tighter as his tongue dips out and licks your bottom lip. His length slips between your legs as you rotate your hips over him, easily sliding together from your slick.

Panting into him as he sucks your bottom lip between his own, hand pressing your head closer as his other lifts your thigh higher and over his hip, sliding his tip through your folds and teasing at your entrance.

You press yourself harder against him and both of you gasp as he slowly pushes into you, slowly falling deeper until it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins, filling you fully. Hand guiding your body, he starts thrusting into you, softly, easy, slow. He’s rolling you to your back, his lips moving over yours in a matching, agonizing pace.

Nose bumping against yours as hands find each other’s, his grip tight as he’s pushing them up over your head, burying himself fully inside you and he pushes you down into the mattress. Steve’s pace is teasing, giving you everything you want and then taking it away. Pulling out almost completely and thrusting into you further and harder each time, curls of hair hitting your sensitive nerves with each thrust, rubbing together creating a friction that has you moaning into his mouth.

Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking together as you drive your heels into him, forcing him even deeper and to stay put longer, and he laughs a little, nipping at your lips as you roll your hips against him. He releases one of your hands, fingers falling between your bodies as he presses soft figure eights into your swollen clit and your body jolts against him. Thrusting into you slowly, fingers circling and his lips back to yours has the band in your stomach stretched as far as it can go, ready to fall apart all over him.

Steve whispers against your mouth, “Come on baby, give into it.”

You whimper against him, his hips never relenting in their lazy but brutal thrusts, sure he’s leaving bruises deep inside of you with each one. Your back starts to arch off of the bed, gasping his name as you feel your walls tightening around him.

His other hand drags your jaw open as his kisses get a little hungrier, swallowing your screams as he presses his fingers into your clit harder, thrusting a little faster and you can’t hold it off any longer, begging him to fall apart with you.

He moans at your request, hands forgetting their previous positions and he wraps his arms around your back, holding you against his body and he suddenly thrusts into you quicker. Deeper, faster, you’re screaming into each other’s mouths, panting out one another’s names breathlessly. He holds you tightly against him and as you feel him twitch inside of you, painting your insides with his own high, you fall apart too, stars in your vision as you grip tightly to his back, lips pushing against his frantically as you ride out your orgasms together.

Holding each other, sweating temples pressed together, the world doesn’t exist. It’s just you and Steve and you’re unsure why it took so long to figure out, but there was no going back now.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice is softer and quieter than you’re used to. Opening your eyes you see his dancing around your face, fingers tightening on your back as he sighs against you.

You kiss his chin, hands wrapped around his neck as your fingers scratch up and behind his ears, laughing into his jaw, “That I wish we could freeze this moment. Because as soon as everyone finds out it’s going to be I told you so’s up the wazoo and Robin is going to-”

His eyes go wide and he gasps, “Shit!”

He’s pulling himself away from you, both of you wincing at the quick and sudden loss and you pull the sheet around you and watch him frantically pull clothes from his dresser and yank them on haphazardly as you speak, “It was the wazoo wasn't it? You find me horribly unattractive now? You know, as I was saying it I really-”

He came over and kissed you once quickly and laughed, “I loved the wazoo, I love-”

He stopped himself and your eyes went wide. He cleared his throat, tapping your nose before he buttoned his jeans, “I love that we have wonderful friends who are going to be here in less than five minutes for brunch.”

Too caught up in the chaos of his statement, his previous almost slip-up fades to the back of your mind as you search for where pieces of your clothing got thrown the night before.

He tosses you a shirt that could be yours.

Wait.

It is yours.

You hold it up, “Why do you have this? I have been looking for this for months..”

He squints, scratches his jaw and points at the window and you turn to look and he dashes out the bedroom door as a loud buzzing falls from his entryway, signaling that someone had arrived downstairs.

You call out as you pull yourself together quicker than you ever have, “Don’t think you’re off the hook buddy! I accused Robin, Nancy, and Eddie of stealing this! My favorite band tshirt and you had it the whole time?!”

His voice calls out quietly from the kitchen, “What? I can’t hear you?”

You mumble under your breath about how you were dating a pervert and your hands stop in your hair. You were dating right? I mean, Steve wrote his goddamn name in your pussy and he had your tshirt and you’re pretty sure he almost just said I love you. You had to be dating.

Right?

You rounded the corner in the hallway, barefoot soft steps to see him staring at a set of coffee mugs as you asked, “Steve?”

He handed you a mug with coffee exactly as you took it and you smiled, but frowned as you set it down, “Are we dating? What do we tell people? Cause in about five-”

The melodic “secret” knock of Robin tapped on the door before it opened, her humming and arrogant smirk filling the apartment. Nancy’s and Eddie’s directly behind her.

Eddie grinned, “Oh good, Y/N. You’re here already.”

You folded your arms, refusing to give them even an inch of fuel for their fire, “Yep.”

They all smiled like triplet Cheshire cats, glances bouncing between you and then at Steve who was finding something in the other room extremely interesting.

Robin walked further into the apartment, a box of donuts sliding onto the counter as she tapped it, looking between you and her best friend as she said, “Well, we tried to call a bunch of times to see if you needed a ride. But, looks like Harrington beat us to it.”

Steve choked on his coffee and you glared at her.

“Yeah, I tried calling too, you must have been busy.”

And here you thought Nancy was supposed to be the mature one.

Eddie lifted his finger and pointed to the living room, “I-”

You interrupted in a yell, “We had sex! Okay? Everyone happy? Got that out of your systems? Can we all be adults please?”

Robin and Nancy grinned, Eddie mashed his lips together and Steve tapped your shoulder and you spun on him, “What? They were going to find out anyways and-”

He nodded slightly and you followed the gaze of his eyes to your underwear hanging on the plant where Eddie had been pointing originally.

You growled something about everyone keeping their mouths shut, grabbed the offending item of clothing and closed the door to his bedroom as you fell face first onto his bed.

Steve wasn’t too far behind you, slipping in through the door and clicking it closed softly before poking your side, “Come on, it’s not so bad.”

Your phone buzzed three times and you pulled it out and huffed, showing it to him. Ignoring the million missed calls and texts and focusing on the most recent three in the group text.

Robin: So, we did establish I’m the best man and Nance is the maid of honor right?

Nancy: They were really cute underwear Y/N, if that makes you feel any better.

Eddie: Need us to make ourselves scarce?

You peeked over your folded arms at Steve biting his cheek as you heard Eddie and Robin yelling through the door about being best man’s, flower girls, and so on. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. All this extra pressure and nonsense, it made it confusing and it would hurt even more if it didn't work out. Thoughts you hadn’t even cared to think about last night because you were too caught up in the moment now flooding your brain.

Steve laid on the bed next to you, his crossed arms next to yours as his chin rested on them and he whispered, “I’d like the answer to be yes by the way.”

You sighed, “Yes? To what?”

He smiled, rolling to his side and wrapping his arm around you, tugging you closer like it was natural and a thing you’d done with each other for years, not one night. He kissed your forehead, “Dating. I’d like the answer to be yes.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled, legs tangling together as your arms wrapped around his neck and you nodded, stomach floating with butterflies, “I’d like that too.”

He kissed down your jaw and whispered, “And as far as telling the others…something tells me they already know.”

You buried your face in his chest, inhaling a familiar scent of Steve in a new way, laughing through your embarrassment. He pulled your face up gently, kissing your nose before your lips tenderly. A lot had happened, and more would, and no doubt there was plenty to figure out. But for now, it was just you and him and that was all that mattered.

Hearing something about how the suit would look better on Robin over Eddie, you smiled.

Well, mostly it was just you and him.

#taylor's asks ❓#anon answered #steve harringon #modern steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

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