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eldritch-thrumming · 1 year

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i’m so in love that i might stop breathing.

i want to brainwash you into loving me forever, i want to transport you to somewhere the culture’s clever, confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters.

Eddie Munson is signed to a big-name label, one that monitors every move their artists make. The label practically runs half of LA, with so many artists under contract that Eddie’s not really sure how they can even keep track, let alone micro-manage every single one of them. But somehow they do it.

Eddie’s in the hard rock and metal division. Very rarely does he have to cross paths with artists outside of his genre. It’s not really an issue. It’s not like he’s going to collaborate with some bubblegum pink pop princess.

But then the label decides that they need to cross-market some of their artists. They’ve got lots of big names and Eddie’s on tour for his fourth studio album. He’s established, already done a world tour that was so successful the label had wanted to send him back out almost immediately, but he’d pushed back, asking for some time to write. So it’s been two years, but he’s written some of his best songs to date and the arenas are selling out.

Eddie’s so successful that the label decides that they’re going to pair him with some new up-and-coming singer-songwriter duo. The label wants at least one song, but hopes are high that Eddie will take them out as an opener for the last leg of the tour. Eddie’s given their EP a listen; he can’t really imagine that his demographic will ever overlap with theirs, but if this it what the label wants, then who is he to deny them?

It’s a sunny afternoon in LA when Eddie meets Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley at his favorite coffee shop downtown. It’s a safe place for celebrities, with a hidden back entrance and tinted windows, so he’s fairly certain they won’t be caught out together. Eddie’s ordered some lavender honey oat milk latte, something he would never admit to liking in a million years, but it tastes so good he makes the trip here at least three times a week. He’s sitting in a secluded corner, far enough from the windows that he won’t feel nervous, and he’s still got his sunglasses on, just in case.

He spots Robin and Steve almost immediately. They’re hard to miss, both beautiful and sun-kissed, smiling wide as they bicker before they both stop to look around the space.

“Hi!” Robin exclaims when she spots him, rushing over to his table. She grabs his hand between both of hers before he’s even had the chance to offer it to her and pumps it up and down a few times, like they’re shaking hands.

“Rob,” Steve mutters, placing a hand on her shoulder. Then, he turns his blinding smile on Eddie. Eddie had never believed in that whole ‘heart skipping a beat’ thing before but… he feels something happening in that region. “Sorry about her, she’s, like, a huge fan.” He offers his own hand to Eddie and they shake, the brush of skin on skin leaving Eddie just a little breathless, before Steve pulls out a chair and drops into it.

“Ugh, don’t make me sound like some creepy stalker, dingus.” Robin puts her hand on her hips. “What do you want?”

“Uh,” Steve squints at the menu before glancing down at the cup Eddie’s got between his hands. “What’d you get?” He directs the question at Eddie. Eddie tells him, only a little sheepish about it, and Steve smiles again. Eddie’s skin starts to feel itchy, too tight at his collarbones. “That sounds good. I’ll have that,” he tells Robin and she turns to head toward the counter, mumbling about having to order girly drinks.

Once they’re alone, Eddie slides his sunglasses off his face and up into his hair. He clears his throat before looking up into Steve’s face. Their eyes meet and something… happens. Something electric, something pulled taut between them. Eddie feels it and he’s pretty sure Steve does, too, judging by the way his lips part and his tongue darts out to wet them, quick and nervous. Eddie can’t stop staring. Neither can Steve.

Robin comes back with her hands full and glances between them. “Everything alright?” She asks slowly, cautiously, and their gazes finally snap away from each other, a blush rising in Steve’s cheeks.

Steve looks back into Eddie’s eyes like he just can’t help himself. Like he wouldn’t want to look anywhere else. “Yeah,” he says smiling. “Everything’s great.”

~*~

Eddie agrees to take them out on tour with him. The minute he saw Steve Harrington in the flesh, he knew he’d be taking them, but Robin turns out to be pretty cool too. He warns them that his fans can be pretty intense, that he can’t imagine they’ll be all that pleased with the kind of music the duo plays, but Robin and Steve assure him that they’re really just looking for some tour experience more than anything else. They’ll figure out the songwriting on the road, collaborate in a way that will bridge the gap between their style and Eddie’s.

When he gets home later that night, after a detour back to the label’s offices, Eddie can’t help but insta-stalk. He looks up Robin’s page first, upholding the pretense of ‘market research’ even in the privacy of his own mind. Most of her pictures include Steve and so it’s easy to be led away to Steve’s profile. It’s a natural progression. Totally normal.

Steve is… extremely cute. That’s usually not a word that Eddie would apply to someone he’s interested in—he tends to prefer the leather and chains variety much more than the sugary sweet type—but for some reason Eddie’s left breathless this time. He scrolls down Steve’s page, sees a picture of him with a herd of kids climbing on his back, another of him and Robin in matching sailor costumes. He hits the follow button without giving it too much thought and then slides back to his own page. Eddie is notoriously private, Instagram page consisting of only professional and promotional shots of him on tour with his band or in the studio recording. It’s not that Eddie is hiding anything, but he knows enough to know that the more you open up, the more that can be taken from you. He knows enough to know that the metal community can be somewhat closed-minded about some things, so he prefers to hide his personal life away, to keep some things precious and secret.

He wonders what Steve would think of his page, if he were to scroll through it. He wonders what it would be like to be open and honest about his personal life, about loving someone. What it would be like to not have to worry about losing fans, losing sales, losing bookings. To not worry about what the public would think of him.

He sighs and places his phone face down on his bedside table before turning out the light and drifting off to sleep.

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Steve and Robin have been on tour with Eddie for two months and Eddie is almost positive that he’s falling in love with Steve. It was one thing to listen to Steve sing on their EP. It’s something totally different to watch Steve perform, to see his fingers slide up and down his guitar, the notes and his voice melancholy sweet. Eddie thinks almost anyone would fall in love with Steve if they’d just pay attention.

They haven’t done anything. Nothing has happened. But the green rooms and the tour busses have been full of lingering looks and soft brushes of skin. He’s pretty sure that Robin is close to saying something, clearly irritated by their pining. But Eddie’s still unsure. He knows it’s a lot, being on tour and in close quarters for the first time. It’s complicated and he doesn’t want to jeopardize Steve’s first big break. He doesn’t want to distract him. It’s easy to get caught up on tour, to mistake proximity for real feelings. It had happened to Eddie before; he didn’t want it to happen to Steve now.

Because this is a big deal, for Robin and Steve. Eddie had been unsure about taking them on, but, surprisingly, Eddie’s fans had embraced the duo. Their songwriting methods had complimented each other in a way Eddie hasn’t experienced since he first started writing with Gareth and the three of them had written five songs together already. Eddie would pull them both onstage halfway through his set to perform at least two of them and then again for one during the encore. The crowd went wild every time.

It’s the last night of tour when the space between them finally snaps in two. It’s the encore, they’re playing Eddie’s favorite of the five songs they’ve written together. They’ve made it through the complicated bridge, the final chorus, and now they’re closing out the last verse. The energy between Steve and Eddie practically crackles, almost visible under the harsh arena lights. Adrenaline is pumping, making Eddie feel invincible, and he can tell that Steve feels it too by the way he smiles across the stage at him. The final notes ring out and Eddie can’t help himself. He grabs for the strap of Steve’s guitar and pulls. Steve falls into Eddie’s chest, laughing, eyebrows raised, and Eddie can’t even think. His lips crash into Steve’s and it’s magical. Better than Eddie ever even dreamed it would be.

There’s a roaring in his ears as Eddie pulls back, reluctant. Steve’s eyes are still closed and he tries to follow Eddie’s mouth with his own, but Eddie laughs and gives him a little shake. Eddie glances around and realizes that the roaring he’d heard was the crowd going absolutely wild, screaming and cheering and clapping. Eddie looks back at Steve, who’s looking just a little dazed, blush on his cheeks and dopey smile on his lips. Robin’s screaming into her microphone, jumping up and down, egging the crowd on. Steve looks around the arena, still smiling, before looking back at Eddie and mouthing something in his direction. It’s too loud, Eddie can’t hear him over the crowd, so he shakes his head just a little. Steve tries again but Eddie still can’t hear him, so he raises his microphone to his lips.

“Finally,” Steve practically shouts, voice ringing out across the cavernous space. “Thought you’d never take the hint.”

All Eddie can do is laugh and pull Steve in for another kiss as the crowd continues cheering.

@grtwdsmwhr gave me “i want to brainwash you into loving me forever” and this is what I came up with i guess

#i wrote this so quick on my phone so pls pls pls forgive me for everything!!!!!!#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #taylor swift inspired Steddie

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Steve and Eddie don't like each other at first. Or, no, that's not quite right. They're still bonded from everything. They're friends, sort of, but they don't spend time together outside the group, have trouble talking one-on-one.

Steve doesn't think about it much. So, he and Eddie won't ever be real friends, okay. He's a little disappointed, but mostly he doesn't understand how he feels about the other guy. He's always anxious when Eddie's around, clumsy and stuttering, infected with Robin's tendency to nervous chatter. It doesn't make sense. It's just Eddie. But that's the thing. It's Eddie and Steve doesn't know how to act around him.

And Eddie? Well, he spends a lot of time avoiding Steve because the fucking cascade of butterflies he gets every time Harrington is around. He knows what it means, knows even he isn't immune to the Harrington charm, but he needs to be. He needs to keep his heart safe. So, he keeps his distance because Steve Harrington is not for him and never will be.

It changes during movie nights. First it's teasing Dustin and Mike, mocking whatever horrible movie the kids put on, and then it's inside jokes, and playful bickering, and evenings with just the two of them drinking beer and sharing joints.

Then it's August. It's too hot everywhere and Steve's parents are home, so they're in Steve's car, driving with no destination, a couple joints in Eddie's jacket pocket and a six-pack in the trunk. They're listening to a mixtape Eddie made Steve, a bunch of metal. Steve still doesn't get it but there are a couple of songs he enjoys. Rainbow in the Dark starts--this is one Steve likes, reminds him of Eddie and not just because it's Dio. Sun filters through foliage and into the car windows, backlighting Eddie's curls like he's some kind of deity, beautiful and ethereal, not part of this world.

Steve starts singing along to the music, can't help himself. His friend throws him a beaming smile, big enough that Steve thinks his heart stops. He smiles back. He and Eddie sing the rest of the song together, and Steve is...he's content. He's happy. He hasn't felt this way since--well fuck--since 1983. Their eyes meet again, gazes linger, warmth pools in Steve's chest and low in his stomach.

Oh. He thinks. That's what this is. It settles something inside him, the knowing.

Time passes, they get closer, share a bed most nights. Doesn't matter where as long as they're together. Sleep better this way, both of them.

They're at the trailer when it happens, sharing a joint, loosely tucked against each other in bed.

"I've never had a friend like you," Eddie says. His eyes stay fixed on the smoke he exhaled. "I know you and Robin are--like, I get it. But you're--for me--"

"Yeah," Steve agrees. He flushes from his chest to forehead. "For me too."

It's enough, they both think. They're standing on the edge of more have been for months, but this? This is good. There's no need to push, to force. They're hurt, Steve thinks. They're healing. And they have time.

Corroded Coffin plays their first show back at the Hideout in December. Steve's never seen Eddie like this, performing. His shirt is cropped and artfully torn, his jeans more rip than pants. He's wearing eyeliner and his hair is wild. And the way he moves, sinuous and sleek, hips thrusting in a tantalizing rhythm as he shreds on the guitar. Steve wants so badly he feels it in his teeth.

He finds Eddie smoking behind the Hideout after the set. His eye are too bright, his smile manic, the adrenaline keying him up to the highest setting of Eddie. Steve knows he matches the energy, can't help it.

Eddie throws himself into Steve's arms, wrapping around him tight enough that no space lingers. The musician presses his face into Steve's neck, nuzzling, lips pressing against his pulse point. They touch always, share a bed and cuddle, but never like this; nothing like this. Steve pulls Eddie closer, and groans at the mutual swivel of their hips.

Eddie's breath comes in panting bursts, and Steve thinks, "here it is, finally, finally," but the door next to them bangs open and they jump apart at the noise.

Their friends and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys come out, frolicking and shouting, complimenting Eddie on the show. If anyone noticed them embracing, notices the way they both adjust their clothing to hide their matching arousal, they don't say anything.

Steve wakes early the next morning, early enough that Eddie doesn't even stir beside him, hair wild and eyeliner smeared.

He gets out of bed, starts breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, Eddie's favorite. He's so intent on cooking that he doesn't hear the other man come up behind him, doesn't realize he's even awake until a warm body presses to his back, long-fingered hands slipping under his t-shirt, tracing the scars on his stomach. He leans into it without a thought. They touch all the time, but they don't touch like this.

"Watcha making, sweetheart?" Eddie whispers.

"Your favorite," Steve answers.

Eddie makes a little sound, almost a whimper, and presses his face to Steve's neck. Steve lifts his chin, leaning into Eddie and offering more. Warm lips press against his jaw, down to the moles on his throat. A moan slips from his lips as he grinds his ass into Eddie's hardness. The other man groans, grabbing at Steve's hips.

Somewhere in the press of their bodies, Steve has the presence of mind to turn. He lifts his hands, cups Eddie's jaw, thumbs caressing the stubbled, scarred skin of his cheeks. "Okay?" He asks. His voice shakes.

Eddie's eyes are wide, shining, and he swallows hard. Steve knows he's overwhelmed, knows that the words won't come. Instead, Eddie nods, and finally finally they kiss.

Steve is flying. His blood soars in his veins, his heart lifts off. It was always supposed to be this. Always supposed to be them.

It was slow. It was easy. It was small jokes, and long looks, and little touches, and singing in cars and best friends and sharing beds.

His heart belonged to Eddie Munson for months. It will belong to him forever.

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crimsonwing62 · 25 days

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So, I watched the Taylor Swifts Eras Tour tonight and I can't stop thinking about this one moment when she is singing Lover and the camera focuses on the individual coupled up dancers slow dancing to the song. For one it gave me joy to see same sex couples. Also this one duo where the guy was looking up through his eyelashes at his dance partner whilst she had her eyes closed and I thought that was sooo adorable. I don't know whether he was directed to do that or not but it was cute.

Anyway, it got me thinking if there was any fan ships out there based on these types of concert snippets. And of course my brain links it back to the Stranger Things Fruity Four.

Specifically, an AU where one is the big star Singer (i was thinking Eddie or Robin) whilst the others are dancers on Tour.

Whilst it's easy to do the obvious Eddie as the Singer, Nancy as dance captain and Steve as the love interest people ship him with ( and be absolutely correct about).

I love and think of it as :

Robin, the Singer. She's not a natural dancer but she's learnt to give her fans a good show.

Steve, The Dance Captain. He keeps up morale but is the good kind of strict. If the song calls for a boyfriend/love interest figure (often at the insistence of the label changing the pronouns in her songs), he is it. They know each other well enough. He taught her to dance, and so she trusts him and doesn't feel uncomfortable with him.

Nancy, as the dancer fans ship Robin with. Nancy has a way when she dances she can control when she's visible and invisible. Like she can fade into the lights behind, or she can stand out in the line. Nancy is often placed the closest to Robin after Steve. The way they move around each other onstage is familiar and charged. The stares they give each other are equally charged and often seek each other out on stage.

Within the team, she's Steve's 2nd in command, in all but name. The other dancers look to her if Steve is ill or busy. But there's always that team, we are in this together vibe.

Aaaand Eddie. I'm not sure where to put Eddie in this AU. Half of me wants him as another dancer, so the fans have someone on stage to ship Steve wi- wait. I had an idea. It was staring me in the face...

Eddie is one of Robins Guitarists and band Lead. 🫨. He still comes on stage. Not quite for a slow dance song like Lover. For that, Nancy and Steve are partnered with others in the dance crew. Maybe Nancy is the girl I mentioned that inspired this.

But in a slightly more lively one, the band cones on stage to join in the fun, and the dancers interact with them. Of course, Steve always goes to Eddie and dances with him.

The Internet goes wild with theories when concert footage and the concert film are released. Robin already has a plethora of male celebs she's "supposedly" dating. Not to mention those who think Robin and Steve are dating. They particularly enjoy laughing at those posts. Some people see Nancy and Robins interactions as close friends . Whilst the queer community sees straight - ha - through the queer coding to the glass closet. Others ship Nancy with the dancer she's paired with for the slow dance song.

Meanwhile, some parts of the Internet go feral over the small interactions Steve and Eddie have. Since they're a little out of the limelight, they can be a little... freer?, borderline appropriate for work? with the short section they have together.

The documentary of the Tour only fans the flames, too. Although it helps them fall in love with Nancy, Steve, and Eddie even more...

#taylor swift inspired #taylor swift #the eras tour #stranger things #stranger things au #singer au #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eddie munson #ronance #steddie #background #please write this #i will read it #why is it 1am?#im going to bed #night

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bejeweledbaby · 1 year

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I just read a fic with rockstar eddie and possessive steve which made me think of how fans will comment on edits of famous people with, "can *this person's partner* fight??" So now I'm thinking of Steve seeing those comments (he has a secret fan account for eddie and favorites a lot of the edits) and then posting a picture of him from high school covered in blood with his nail bat captioned, "I can fight".

#inspired by the amount of “can joe fight??” comments i see on taylor swift edits #i need someone to write this into a social media fic or something #PLEASE #i need to see it #rockstar eddie is everything to me #steddie #steve harrington #steve harrington being iconic #rockstar! eddie munson #its 2am don't judge me #mine

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sexybabystevie · 1 year

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-> i've been under scrutiny, you handle it beautifully

Lavender Haze || t.s.

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greekgeek24 · 6 months

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #inspired by taylor swift

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monstrousfemale · 6 months

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using this as a diary real quick...

i recently had like a Big Life Change like super huge and I'm the loneliest I've ever been and also the happiest I've ever been and it's a really strange time to be alive but you know what I'm so fucking grateful I got back into fandom last year because every now and then when things seem to be getting out of control hey I can always write something really sappy and completely poorly written and entirely for my own benefit and feel healed.

#there's a new taylor swift inspired steddie fic coming is what im getting at

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fili-is-gone · 1 year

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It had been on a night like this when he'd also been at Steve's and came home a little drunk and still high on the weed he'd had when he first played the sequence of chords which he'd played many times since then. Even now, without his doing, his fingers would strike the strings and Eddie closes his eyes to devote himself to the melody he coaxes out of the worn instrument. There's lyrics to it too, Eddie had made them up another one of those nights when his heart had been particularly heavy and he hadn't been able to stop the tears from falling. He’s a pathetic fool in love with a man who loves another woman, and if that isn’t the stuff great songs are made of, then he doesn’t know what is. Drew Steve looks at me I fake a smile so he won't see What I want and I need And everything that we should be I'll bet she's beautiful That girl he talks about And she's got everything That I have to live without Drew Steve talks to me I laugh cause it's so damn funny But I can't even see anyone when he's with me He says he's so in love He's finally got it right I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

or: Teardrops On My Guitar but it’s a song Eddie wrote about Steve read more here

#Steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #inspired by a Taylor Swift song #teardrops on my guitar #ao3 #fanfiction #steddie fanfiction #my first non tmr related work #still can't believe it was a Taylor Swift song that got me started #stranger things

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imfinereallyy · 10 months

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Am I a Taylor swift girlie? No. Cannot I not resist the swiftification of steddie because of this post? Also yes. This is for all the swifties and @harringtonisms who inspired this post.

“You know, there was a brief moment where I thought about proposing to Nancy.”

Eddie almost chokes on his beer, and Steve has to lean over to pat his back. Steve can’t help but feel a little bad for startling him.

“Excuse me, what?” Eddie turns his head to Steve, finally calmed down. Steve thinks the pool lights reflecting off his pale skin makes him look even prettier than usual. It feels unfair.

“Sorry, we’re talking about life and stuff, and it felt natural to bring it up!” Steve shrugs his shoulders, regretting saying anything in the first place.

“I was talking about how we should all move to Indy, and you thought to bring up how you almost proposed to your high school girlfriend at, what? 16?”

“17.”

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie wiped a hand down his face. “The longer we are friends, the more deeply unsettling things I learn about you. Just when I think there can’t be more, boom! You hit me with another thing, Stevie.”

Steve feels himself get prickly, “Hey man, no need to be a dick.”

Eddie’s face softens, “Sorry. Sorry. Took me by surprise. I am a little curious, though. If you’re…still willing to share.”

Steve takes in Eddie for a moment, debating whether to explain. He knows he can trust Eddie. He trusts him with his life, and, more importantly, the kids' lives, and he knows most of Steve’s secrets. And Steve looks at Eddie, like really looks at him, and knows that even though he will make fun of him, he won’t judge him.

Steve is starting to learn the difference.

“The summer between my junior and senior year, things with me and Nance started to turn sour. Right after the first round of the Upside Down, we broke up for like two weeks. I hadn’t known at the time, but I think it was because she was waiting for Jonathan to make a move.”

“Shit dude, that sucks.”

“It’s fine. Stupid high school love triangle. Felt like the end of the world at the time. The irony is not lost on me.” Steve pats around his pockets for his cigarettes. The one secret Eddie is privy to that Robin is not. He only does it when he is stressed or drinking, and now he is exposed to both.

Steve puts one in his mouth and lights up; he motions the pack to Eddie in offering. “Thanks, man.” Eddie takes the cigarette and leans into Steve, the motion familiar, almost routine. Like Eddie knows he shouldn’t bother to ask for the light, that Steve will do it for him.

Steve flicks the lighter open while Eddie cups his hands. Steve doesn’t move away when Eddie blows smoke in his face. Steve will take it. He wants desperately to take it directly from his lips, exhale the taste of menthol and Eddie’s tongue, but he can’t. So he’ll take this.

“So summer it turned sour?”

Steve clears his throat, leans back a little but doesn’t move away completely. He rests his elbows on his knees. “We got back together after those two weeks, and suddenly it was like Nancy was clinging to me. Well, in the most Nancy way possible, which isn’t much, but for her, it was a lot. It was like she needed to prove to herself she was making the right decisions. When summer came around, though, I think everything settled in for her. The Upside Down, Barb being dead, me being unfit for her.”

Steve takes a drag, “She started criticizing me a lot. Saying I wasn’t committed, telling me I’m unfocused. That I didn’t understand. That I was pushing things aside. It was a bit unfair of her, considering she didn’t really want to talk about things; she didn’t want to explain, she just wanted to do what she wanted. I mean, I can’t really blame her—her best friend died, and it was my fault—“

“Sweetheart,” Eddie tries to cut him off,

“Never mind, off-topic.” Steve waves his cigarette hand in the air. “Anyway, in the summer, I took that as she saw me not committed to her. That I wasn’t focused enough on her, and her wants. Which, in retrospect, probably was naive of me, but I was 17 and madly in love with her. So I thought about proposing. The thought maybe lasted a week, right before school started. I thought, ‘This will show her I care. That I am in this.’ It didn’t seem that crazy to me at the time. I mean my parents got married at 18, had me at 22. It wasn’t exactly out of the normal. I even bought a ring—“

Steve laughs manically for a moment, while Eddie stays silent.

“—which was insane of me. It wasn’t a nice ring, either. I had to use the money I saved from lifeguarding. Which wasn’t much, so it was a dainty little Diamond on a small band that I found in a pawnshop in Bloomington. But like I said, the idea only lasted about a week. Once school started, Nancy got really distant. And my parents came home, and I was reminded about why you shouldn’t get married at 18. So I just let the thought go, kind of. But I held on to the ring, because I think part of me still held on to the idea. And then the ‘bullshit’ incident happened, and well, you know the rest.”

“Jesus, Steve. I’m sorry.” Eddie’s cigarette is almost down to the filter, the ash building up at the end. He barely hit it the entire story.

“Not your fault, Eds. I think she was kind of, right anyway. We weren’t right for each other, and I was more worried about being normal, and moving on that I didn’t let her move on the way she needed. I wasn’t the best, even now. I get it. I…”

“What?” Eddie moves closer, their knees brushing against each other. Steve can’t look him in the eye. “What, Stevie?”

“I wouldn’t marry me either.”

Eddie takes in a sharp breath. The sound cuts through Steve so suddenly he wipes he head up to face Eddie.

When Steve’s eyes meet Eddie’s, he isn’t expecting the tears. He isn’t expecting the softness. He certainly isn’t expecting Eddie to cup Steve’s face with a tenderness he hasn’t known since he was a child. “You don’t really think that do you?”

Steve’s frustrated voice turns into a soft whisper. “Of course I do. Eddie, I wouldn’t want to stick around someone like me. I’m broken beyond repair, and the only thing I would have going for me is money, and it isn’t even mine. Like I said, the ring I bought isn’t even nice.”

“Show me it, trust me, if it’s anything like you, I bet it’s beautiful.”

Steve chokes back a sob, “I pawned it back, actually. Months ago, for Robin’s birthday. I bought her that chunky turquoise ring she wears on her pointer instead.”

Eddie laughs, a small wet one. Steve knows he’s thinking about how often Robin accidentally smacks people in the face with it, but adamantly refuses to take it off. “Good, Buckley deserves pretty things.”

“That’s why I keep telling her to take a shot at Nancy.”

Eddie gives a big laugh this time, his hands still clinging to Steve’s face. The laugh sends vibrations through Steve, making him feel warm and safe.

“That’ll happen, I guarantee it, but it will take ten years. Going to be some rom-com kind of story for them to get it together.” Eddie brushes the hair from Steve’s face. A thumb caresses his cheek. “Steve, I don’t think I’m the best person to unpack all of that. Truly I am a disaster of a human being when it comes to love. But I do know that anyone, and I mean anyone, would be lucky to have you. Nance didn’t see it—or maybe she did and knew she wasn’t right for you. I don’t know. But someday, someone will not just want to marry you, but need to. They are going to want to keep you forever and do their best to accomplish that.”

“I don’t have much, Eddie. I’m just an empty shell, with an empty wallet, going nowhere. Who would choose me?”

Eddie leans back, taking his hands away from Steve’s face. He doesn’t move very far, but he looks up at the sky and whispers, “Oh, Steve. You just don’t see how amazing you are. You don’t need anything for someone to want you.”

Steve doesn’t want to break whatever moment Eddie is having, so all he can manage is a simple, “Yea?”

Eddie looks back at Steve, really looks at him, and says,

“I’d marry you with paper rings.”

Steve breaks a little. In a good way, in a needed way. Like he is breaking himself open to see what’s inside. And inside is this unwavering love for a man who he calls one of his best friends. Steve isn’t sure what to say, really. Eddie’s unwavering stare says he understands. That he doesn’t have to say anything at all.

Steve grabs his empty beer bottle and peels off the label, and starts to roll it and twist it into a tiny circle. He grabs Eddie’s hand and puts the makeshift ring on his finger.

Steve brings their conjoined hands to his mouth and kisses the back of Eddie’s. “Me too.”

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Sue me, the 10 minute version of All to Well is a masterpiece and it would be silly to not admit it.

also this is unedited…like I wrote this and ran. Thinking about doing another version with the quotes reverse because I have an idea.

#steddie #stranger things #taylor swift #i honestly don't know if I did this justice #but I hope you enjoy anyway #can't resist making these boys soft #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #hurt/comfort #happy ending

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🦢— MY ANGEL TORIKINS.... i love youuuu congrats on 5k bb cakes you deserve it AND SOSO Much more!!!!! could i get a moodboard with steddie (or if its too much u can pick one of them) + going to a concert with our boys, it could be any genre band/artist inspired lmao i don't mind!!! <33

hey emmy boo, my lover! Thank you so so much for always being so fucking sweet and amazing!!! Also this is such a sick request! I was v inspired by your theme so I hope you enjoy bb! Ilysm<3

you and Steve are bouncing up and down with anticipation, you’re both so excited to finally see Taylor Swift live! Eddie follows behind trying his best to look as uninterested as he can, but fails when she finally comes out on stage. You all three sing the lyrics to every song as you wrap both arms around your boys, swaying to and fro as you scream your heart out. Steve helps you up onto Eddie’s shoulders so you’d have a better view, and you can’t be anymore grateful. After the concerts done and everyone shuffles out of the arena, you head home with your boyfriends, Taylor seeping through the speakers as you take in your guys belting each song with big smiles on their faces, it’s the best night ever.

✩ my 5k celebration ✩

#tori’s asks જ⁀➴ 💌#bimbobaggins69s 5k celebration #steddie x you #steddie x reader #steddie x fem!reader #steddie #taylor swift

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eldritch-thrumming · 1 year

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there’s just one who could make me stay.

i hear it in your voice, you’re smoking with your boys. i touch my phone as if it’s your face. i didn’t choose this town, i dream of getting out. there’s just one who could make me stay all my days.

Steve and Robin dream of leaving Hawkins behind. Since graduation, they’ve imagined life outside the Midwest, somewhere far away, a city where no one knows them and no one cares. They tell each other tales of their future, laying on the floor of Steve’s room, legs entwined as their stories get more and more fantastical.

Halfway through the summer after Robin’s senior year, she starts to worry about their plans. Steve’s started getting close to Eddie Munson, resident drug dealer turned alleged and then acquitted murderer. Robin knows that it starts as some misdirected guilt about dragging her into the Upside Down, knows that Steve wants to be some kind of mentor in regards to the otherworldly shit they’ve all had to live through. She knows that Steve has a self-sacrificial streak about a mile wide.

But then it turns into something different. Steve starts staying around the Munson trailer later and later. He shows up to work with stars in his eyes and a blush on his cheeks, dopey love-sick smile plastered to his lips. Robin knows the signs, she’s seen it all before, when he’d been mooning over Nancy or Heidi or even, for just a few days over a year ago, her. Steve Harrington is in love.

They’re still talking about leaving, about what LA or NY or even Seattle will be like when they get there, but it’s all hypotheticals and what-ifs, no concrete plans. Halfway through August, Steve’s parents offer Steve enough money for a security deposit and first and last month’s rent. Robin is excited; Steve only slightly less so.

They begin to talk about it a lot more seriously, late into the night, sharing a joint that Robin doesn’t ask about. All through their conversations, the Eddie Munson of it all hangs over their heads like the blade of a guillotine. Robin can sense Steve’s reluctance, can tell that Eddie’s got some pull on Steve. Robin doesn’t want to bring it up, doesn’t even want to put the idea in Steve’s head, but they can’t tiptoe around it forever.

One night, close to September, she finally asks the question. “What about Eddie?” She says, eyes shifting nervously to the side.

Steve scratches at his neck, moves so he can look out the window, down at his pool. “What about him?” is all he says.

Robin doesn’t want to push. She wants to leave this place behind, to forget about small-minded Indiana and move on and she wants Steve with her when she does it. She wants all the things they’ve talked about, she wants the future they’ve dreamed up here in Steve’s room. But she’s not sure that’s fair to Steve, not when he’s so in love.

She lets it drop. She doesn’t push. She doesn’t bring it up. Over the next month, she notices as the stars in Steve’s eyes start to disappear. The blushes are gone and Steve’s smiles seem more forced. They’ve picked a city, put a deposit on a two bedroom apartment. Robin’s ready for her life to start.

When they finally pull out of Steve’s driveway for the last time, a U-Haul trailer hitched to the back, it’s only the kids and Robin’s parents who show up to wave goodbye. But Robin doesn’t miss the way Steve’s eyes search the empty road as goodbye hugs are exchanged. She doesn’t miss the way Steve turns every time a car pulls onto the street in front of his house.

Eddie doesn’t show up. Steve stares into the rear view mirror for miles even after they’ve left Hawkins city limits.

@t-oriand gave me “there’s just one who could make me stay” :)

#again!!!! this was written on my phone so pls pls pls forgive me #steddie #also angst I’m sorry #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #stranger things 4 #steddie angst #taylor swift inspired steddie

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One day I'll stop thinking of steddie hcs because of Taylor Swift songs but not today, because, like. The line "to you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it" in Sweet Nothing is so Steve Harrington coded to me (CW// for implied child abuse/neglect)

Like, imagine lil baby Steve being this kind, caring kid who has his impulses towards good, towards softness forced out of him by his parents' expectations and the need to be like other boys, to perform the expected masculinity of a Midwestern golden boy.

And the worst part is that Steve likes not having to worry about anyone at first. It's a sort of freedom to give in to his basest impulses. Because the Steve of before, gentle Steve, felt everything so much. And now he knows the power, the breathtaking head rush, of not caring. He gets in trouble; mouths off at school; throws loud, messy parties; goes through girls like they're nothing, and it feels good.

Until it doesn't.

Until Nancy and Dustin and Robin. Until they start making him care again.

It's a slow return to self, like gaining consciousness after a night of binge drinking, and it hurts. Because not only are all the emotions-- the impulses towards love--crashing back into him, but so is the delayed onset guilt from his time as King; so is the trauma of averting yearly apocalypses. And Steve doesn't have any mental resilience towards this kind of pain.

And what if the only two people in the world who get it, who get Steve, are Robin and Eddie. To these two people, Steve tells the truth about becoming the boy he was before, the terrible one, the one who didn't care. He shares how easy it was, what a relief, to shed the burden of being a kindhearted boy in rural Indiana. He tells them how much it ached, back then, to do the simple, human, act of caring. How the coldness of his parents and the friends they approved of made him feel empty, made him think maybe he was unlovable, forced him to twist his very sense of self into a person he didn't recognize.

And Eddie and Robin. They know what it is to be softhearted in a place that awards hardness; a place that warped Steve's goodness into a mockery of the All-American Boy. They show him how to love with his whole self, uninhibited, but how to protect himself too. Because rediscovering his kind heart is one thing, but in a life that was privilege, money, a last name that meant something, Steve hasn't learned the kind of emotional resilience necessary to be open, vulnerable, kind.

It's with Eddie and Robin that Steve first accepts his softness, the parts of himself he learned to see as weak. And it's with them that he learns to find the strength in being a person in this world who is kind, who cares, who loves with his whole heart and without shame.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #stobin #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates #stobin headcanons #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #steve and robin friendship #taylor swift inspired #sweet nothing #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steve harrington has bad parents #headcanon

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hairstevington · 11 months

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flowers and ink (part 6)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve plans his second date with Eddie, but before they go out again the group heads to the mysterious one-woman show, Pot of Gold.

(part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, link to Ao3)

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Tattoo artist/florist trope modern day au, you all know the drill by now, this chapter contains a lot of talk about marijuana but is otherwise wholesome and cute!

A/N: I'm BACK! Had to take a quick break for Steddie Week and also I saw Taylor Swift over the weekend but I am so happy to update this again! I've been holding onto this plotline for a WHILE and I am very excited for you to read. Also - to all those who've left comments so far, please know they make my whole day. Thank you so much <3

“Robin, I’m an idiot.”

Steve was pacing the floor after his date with Eddie, visibly anxious.

“Why? What happened?” she asked, concerned. “Did the rest of the show not go well?”

“No, it went PERFECT!” Steve replied. “And then I had to go and tell him that I would plan the best date of his life for our next one, and what am I supposed to do? Like, did you see him up there? He’s a rockstar, Robin! He’s charming, and he’s hot, and he’s - like, what am I supposed to do? How do I top that? I can’t!”

Robin stood and watched him ramble, nonplussed.

“You’re right,” she said. “You are an idiot.”

“Thank you, I know.”

“No,” Robin continued. “You’re an idiot because Eddie is clearly into you and no matter what you do he’s going to love it.”

Steve wasn’t convinced.

“Sure,” he said sarcastically.

“Dingus, come on. Did you see what he did for you tonight? He obviously wanted to impress you, and he did.”

“Yeah, and now I don’t know how I’m going to impress him,” Steve replied. Robin sighed, then smacked him playfully on the arm. “Ow!”

“Idiot!” she repeated. “You’ve already impressed him. You’ll be fine.”

Steve thought about this, then shrugged. Robin was probably right. She usually was. It was annoying, but it kept him from self-destructing, so that was good. Before Robin, back when he was in high school, he used to do all kinds of weird shit to impress girls. He thought back on those times fondly, but it’s not like he could do any of that nowadays.

Although, it did give him a bit of inspiration on how to update his old tactics. And then, he had an amazing idea.

“Oh my god,” he said. “I think I know what I’m gonna do.”

“Hallelujah,” Robin responded, unamused. “Can we talk about my thing now?”

Robin told Steve about her conversation with Gareth, and how they were all potentially going to go to the mysterious one-woman show the following night. Robin didn’t get Gareth’s number or anything, because of course she didn’t, so Steve had to reach out to Eddie to kick off coordinating the whole thing.

Steve: Did Gareth tell you about going to see that play with Robin?

Steve: Also hi 🙂

Eddie: Hello! Yes he did. And by that I mean I asked him just now. Tomorrow?

Steve: Yeah, 7pm.

Eddie: Cool. I’m in!

Steve: Awesome, I’ll let her know!

Steve: Oh also, just so we’re clear. This is NOT the date.

Eddie: No?

Eddie: I’m imagining you surprising me by jumping on stage and announcing you’ve been the mystery woman all along or something

Steve: Hahahaha

Steve: I’m not a stage person like you, but I do have something planned

Eddie: Color me intrigued

Steve: 😘

Steve: Had a great time tonight btw

Eddie: Likewise :)

To say Eddie was giddy would be an understatement. He was practically vibrating with excitement after he dropped Steve off, fresh off the high of both performing again and kissing an extremely hot guy.

Eddie was truly living his best life.

He walked into work the next day with a spring in his step. Eddie never walked with a spring in his step. He noticed Bob recognized the abnormal behavior from across the room, but thankfully the man minded his business.

“Helloooooo Sonic,” Eddie said to the cactus as he took off his coat and put it on the rack. He sat down. “You’ll never guess what happened last night.” Eddie took his books and drawing tablet from his drawer, pausing for an imaginary answer. “Damn! How’d you guess? Did Steve tell you?”

“Good morning, champ,” Bob said as he stood in the doorway. Eddie jolted back, blushing at being caught. “Love the energy, but maybe you should use that friendliness with the customer up front?”

“Got it, sorry,” Eddie said, rushing out of the office and to the waiting area. Bob just laughed to himself, then sat down at the desk to work on some spreadsheet about expenses that Eddie could never understand.

Steve was making Eddie lose his mind in the best way. It had been a while since he’d felt this playful or silly. He used to be all kinds of theatrical, but he’d gotten a lot more subdued. Steve was reigniting that part of him, and it felt nice.

The rest of his day went by in a blur. He’d never been more charismatic and nice to the customers, even the ones he usually would find annoying. Bob seemed to approve of his attitude, and as a reward let him leave early. He had no other appointments anyway. This gave Eddie time to go home and get ready for this show - which, prior to this day, Eddie had no interest in. But Steve and Robin and Gareth and the rest of the guys would be there, and that made it more than appealing.

He wanted to kiss Steve again. Badly. That was the one drawback about being around friends - Eddie was cool with PDA once in an established relationship, but he wasn’t about to suck face with Steve in front of other people when they’d only been on one date. That would be weird.

Whatever Steve had planned better be soon - AND in private.

This wasn’t a standard theater. It was actually just a house. A house that had been repurposed, sure, but a house nonetheless.

“Is this the right place?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Robin confirmed, double checking the address on her phone.

“There’s a sign over there,” Eddie said. They all walked towards the tiny sign with an arrow that pointed to a path that led to a door. All of it was very weird, but cool.

“God, I love shit like this,” Gareth added with a grin. “Like, are we gonna get murdered or are we gonna see a show? Let’s find out.” The rest of the group laughed, and then they headed to the door. There was a tiny handwritten note.

Knock to the beat of your favorite song.

“What the fuck are we doing?” Eddie said, chuckling. “Who is this woman?” He was amused by the whole situation more than anything. Like Gareth, Eddie lived for weird situations. Plus, Steve had his arm around him, so honestly anything could happen at this show and he’d still be happy.

“Robbie, this is all you,” Steve prodded, motioning for her to do the knocking. She did so, knocking a specific pattern into the wall. Steve smirked, knowing which song it belonged to.

“So, what’s it from?” Gareth asked.

“I’ll never tell,” Robin remarked. Steve considered revealing it, but held his tongue. Especially because, moments later, some guy with long straight hair down to his waist answered the door and spoiled it before anyone else could.

“Heyyy, Stevie Nicks! Excellent choice, my dude,” the man said as he high-fived a stunned Robin.

“How did you know that?” Steve asked.

“Wait, he got it right?” Eddie wondered. Robin nodded. “Damn. Do you always know the songs?”

“Only the best ones, amigo,” the man replied with a warm smile. “Come on in!”

The group looked at each other, dumbfounded, before walking into the house. They were led through a living room down to a basement, where a makeshift stage was set up. Chairs were in front of it. Nobody else was there yet.

“Oh my god,” Robin whispered to Steve. “I can’t believe you wanted me to go to this alone.”

“I didn’t want you to go alone,” he insisted. “I just said you should go to find out what it was all about, because you were clearly obsessed with it.”

The man spun around, causing the group to stop in their tracks.

“Alrighty, Brochachos,” he began. “My name is Argyle, and I’ll be your host on this lovely evening. This is my house, so any house questions I’m your guy. Bathrooms are upstairs and to the right. Pick any seat you want down here, and I’d highly recommend checking out the table back there for a fully immersive experience.”

All heads turned to the back.

“Oh, shit,” Gareth muttered. “Is that what I think it is?”

“If you think it’s drugs, then ding ding ding my friend,” Argyle responded. “We’ve got a full spread back there. Joints, pipes, edibles. No pressure though if you wanna ride the sober train. Pizza is over there, but I will warn you it’s ham and pineapple. Try before you deny, folks. If you need me, I’ll be up there.”

Argyle disappeared back up the stairs.

“Okay, it’s official,” Eddie said. “This is the best day of my life.”

They raided the table of weed and then sat down in the middle of the room a few rows back. They waited until five minutes before scheduled showtime, and no one else showed up.

Robin had never been more grateful in her life to be with friends.

The lights dimmed.

“Oh, I am so fucking ready for this,” Gareth said with a grin, already blazed out of his mind. A spotlight appeared on stage, and then the star of the show walked out.

She had long blonde wavy hair and beautiful big eyes. She was wearing cargo pants and a tiny piece of fabric that could barely pass as a shirt. The woman got a joint from her pocket, lit it, and took a drag before speaking.

“The first time I smoked weed I was sixteen,” she started. “I’d been having these horrible headaches and one of my friends suggested I’d try it out. Everyone was doing it. It was honestly weird that I wasn’t doing it.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie muttered.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Shh!” Robin said. The woman on stage smirked.

“So, I met up with this guy in the woods behind the school. He was known for being the one to go to for these things. And he says to me, ‘what can I do you for, Goldie?’ And I had no idea what I was supposed to say. Long story short, I tried every strain I could get my hands on with that guy for the next few weeks. Some helped the headaches, but some were just fun. And some -” She stood up and walked to a canvas on the side of the stage. “Some made me a really good painter.”

She continued to smoke and paint as she told her story. Her and this guy continued to hang out the rest of her time in high school, forming something of a relationship. She described it as being very powerful, and often thought of it as being her first love, but that they hadn’t spoken since graduation. She then went on to talk about how she moved to California after graduating and met Argyle, and all the adventures she’d had since. She opened up about her body dysmorphia, then finished the show talking about her journey to find herself and her sexuality.

It was all incredibly captivating, and once the spotlight went out and she walked off stage, the group in the audience was left speechless.

“Wow, that was…” Steve began. His high had faded halfway through the show, and he was so immersed in it that he didn’t continue smoking. “Way better than anything I could have imagined.”

“I think I’m actually in love with her,” Robin said with wide eyes. Gareth chuckled and murmured something to Eddie, who elbowed him in the ribs. “What?”

“Eddie, come on,” Gareth prodded. “Tell them.”

“Tell us what?” Steve asked. Someone cleared their throat beside them, and they all turned their heads to reveal the star of the show standing there, her hands on her hips.

“Eddie Munson,” she said, smirking. “I thought it was you.”

Robin and Steve’s jaws dropped.

“Hey, Goldie,” Eddie responded.

“Wait, what?” Steve exclaimed, his eyes bugging out of his head.

“Hi,” Robin said softly with a slight wave. “I’m Robin.” The woman, Goldie, turned to Robin and fully looked her up and down, checking her out.

“Chrissy,” she responded. “Nice to meet you.”

Steve didn’t even have to look at Robin to know she was about to pass out.

“So,” Eddie said, standing up. “I guess we all have some catching up to do.” The others followed suit, and then they walked as a group up the stairs and to the living room to sit down and talk.

Apparently, Chrissy had gone to the same high school as Eddie, Gareth, and the rest of the band. Eddie and Chrissy had been extremely close, but then Eddie took off and never looked back after graduation. They only referred to it, but Steve could tell it was a sore spot. He wondered what exactly had caused Eddie to leave them all behind. That conversation would have to wait until at least the third date, though.

Eventually, the reminiscing died down, and the group decided to head out. Eddie told Chrissy where he worked, and mentioned when she could stop in. On their way out, Chrissy pulled Robin aside. Eddie smiled to himself when he overheard them exchanging numbers.

Evidently, he wasn’t the only one who’d had an excellent day.

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Oh. My god!”

Robin had been talking like that for about ten minutes now.

“She - she wants to go out with me. With me. And she - I mean, you saw her, right? She’s - like, holy shit. She’s perfect. I can’t believe this.”

“So,” Eddie said to Steve. “You think she’s gonna say yes?” Steve chuckled.

“Robin, you’re hot as hell,” he assured her. “I’m not surprised at all.”

“Shut up, Steve,” she responded. “You have to say that, because we’re best friends. It’s like when mom says I’m pretty.”

“I think she just compared you to her mom, dude,” Gareth teased.

“Okay,” Eddie interjected. “Well, I’m not your best friend and I agree with Steve. You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Robin blushed. “But you’re dating my best friend, so you have to say that, too. Also, you’re gay.” Gareth chimed in next.

“Alright, well I hardly know you AND I’m straight and Robin, for the love of god, know your worth. You and Chrissy are both goddesses and you’re perfect for each other.”

The group halted in their steps and turned to Gareth, stunned.

“What?” he said. “I’m just telling it like it is.”

They each headed to their cars and split for the night. The band promised to come back to town at some point so they could all meet up again. It was a bittersweet farewell, especially for Robin, but at least there were a lot of ways to keep in touch with people long distance.

Steve and Eddie walked hand in hand down the sidewalk together. This time, Steve was the one taking Eddie home.

“So, when do you want to go out again?” he asked.

“I’m free tomorrow,” Eddie replied.

“You’d want to see me three days in a row?” Steve asked, delighted.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Eddie teased. “You and Robin both need a little self-esteem.”

“There’s a reason we’re better together,” Steve explained. “And why we’re so codependent.”

“Right,” Eddie responded. “So, tomorrow?” Steve smirked, then kissed Eddie for the first time since their date the night before. They both melted into it quickly, craving the affection they’d been keeping themselves from. They broke from each other and smiled.

“Tomorrow,” Steve confirmed.

“Good,” Eddie said on an exhale. “Cuz I wanna do a whole lot more of that.” Steve chuckled.

“Oh, we will,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds good,” Eddie responded.

Steve went home after that, then smoked the rest of what he’d picked up at the show.

What an excellent day all around for everybody.

(next part)

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#flowers and ink #steddie #steddie fic #writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #modern day au #robin buckley

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nervoushottee · 7 months

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IMPORTANT: This blog is 18+ MDNI!! If you don’t have age on your blog then I will block it.

*Inbox and messages are always open!*

Joel Miller

Series:

Flaws and All: You and Joel get caught in a blizzard while traveling. Cooped up in a cabin that is a bit of a fixer upper, the two of you learn how to grow with one another. In the process of waiting out the blizzard, you both have no choice but to accept each other, flaws and all. And maybe, just maybe find more in each other than just a travel partner. Will be Explicit in future chapters

A Solemn Promise: Joel thought he had lost it all. That the cruel bitter world had taken away his heart and soul piece by piece until there was nothing left. Everything he cared so deeply for gone. Turning him into a complicated man with a complicated heart. But when he has to travel across the country with a young girl and his girlfriend that he thought was dead. Maybe, just maybe his broken heart and soul can mend.

Oneshot

A Shot of Whiskey: (Explicit) You didn't think Joel would take you up on your offer. But here you were getting fucked in the bathroom stall of the bar.

Lucien Flores

Oneshot:

Kill the Lights: (Explicit) Lucien Flores is your older brother's bestfriend and to you he was always off limits and vice versa. Until one night that changes... (insipred by the song "De Selby part 2 by Hozier")

Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Series:

Good Trouble: You and the Miller brothers have known each other since childhood. But the years go by and time moves on and the three of you are grown up. But what happens when they come home to visit and the two friends they bring along with them catch your eye?? (Frankie/Santiago/Reader)

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

Series:

Steve Harrington

Series:

The Summer Before: You and the gang decide to take a trip together before you all go your separate ways after summer is over. You’re excited for a reset away from Hawkins. Away from your problems and responsibilities. But one of the problems that you can’t seem to find the answer to went with you and it’s Steve Harrington. Conversations about old times and second chances wasn’t something you really planned on doing but here you are. The days will be light and warm. Trips to the lake and burgers on the grill. The nights will feel long filled with laughter, beers, unwanted truths and tattoos you won’t remember getting the next day. Secrets will be spilled and tears will be shed. A last hooray at the end of the summer while everyone was still together. This should be fun. Right?

Oneshot:

Take Care: Steve wakes up from a nightmare that scares him a lot more than usual. The two of you frantically decide in the middle of night to get out of Hawkins. Even if it’s just for a little while.

Go For It: Steve has been your “movie guy” at Family Video for a while now. Little does he know that the main reason you’ve been buying these movies is to flirt with him and just maybe ask him out…

Illicit Affairs: You wish you were enough for Steve, but he will always want Nancy. (inspired by "Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift")

Steddie

Oneshot:

This or That: (Explicit) You can't seem to figure out what you like better between Steve and Eddie.

Series

Folklore: In which nervoushottee creates a series of fanfics insipred by the songs from Folklore by Taylor Swift

dividers by @saradika

#steve harrington #joel miller #steve harrington fic #joel miller x reader #frankie morales fanfiction #santiago garcia fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #joel miller fanfic #nervoushotteechats #steddie x reader imagine #steve and eddie #lucien flores x reader

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seamea · 11 months

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A Steddie AU where Steve meet a famous Eddie at a Taylor Swift concert.

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Steve emerged for his thoughts when Dustin entered the room chanting.

« So I have a favour. »

Steve rolled his eyes. Of course he did.

« I know you are going to the Taylor Swift concert in Cincinnatti. I saw that Eddie Munson from Corroded Coffin said he’ll attend the concert as guests on YOUR night. Could you bring me a pic if you can??? »

Dustin was pleading with his eyes.

« I guess if I found them but I can’t promise anything … But… Corroded Coffin is a metal band right? Why would this guy attend a T Swizzle concert? » He found the whole thing quite strange.

« I don’t know babe. Aren’t you the one that say that she is the music industry? Maybe he wants a collab? Maybe they are friends? » Steve smiled at the thought of a metalhead Taylor. He then wondered which member of the band was this Eddie guy. He then remembered the long haired guy with the pretty eyes from a poster in Dustin’s room.

« Dustin? Is Eddie Munson the pretty one? » Steve winked at him. They had this conversation once before when an album dropped and Dustin was obssessed with it.

« God, your bi ass is impossible. Yes he is « pretty » ».

« I hope I’ll see him then. Swiftie or not»

This ask changed his life forever. »

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Prologue

Steve has always liked Taylor Swift. He stood by her through the 2016 mayhem. He has the cardigan. He has the freaking clock. But he never had to chance to see her live. So when Robin surprised him with two tickets to the Era’s tour he could not believe it. He screamed and danced and hugged her as if she had found the solution to mitigate climate change (which is taxing the rich, including Taylor, but it is not today’s story).

He dreaded for weeks to not be able to find an outfit so he installed Tiktok in order to find inspiration and he fell in love with the platform. He loved swifttok of course but he also adored teachers’ videos about their struggles, their students and their tips. One morning while he was heading to class and thought of his activities for the day who were Taylor Swift related, he decided to create a TikTok account. He thought he was too old at the prime age of 27 to do something like that but when he met with Dustin, like he often did, he was convinced it was the right move. Dustin liked Taylor as well, even though he was not a «fan » but he knew that Steve needed a passion project.

He also told Mike and Lucas about the idea. At first they liked mocking him about being a fan of something at his age, especially a popstar and Steve faked being unhurt by this. However they said they would obviously follow him if he decided to do something like this and thought it was great for him to share his positive teaching mindset and his anti-bullying methods.

So in February 2023 he created a tiktok account called « @stevetheswiftieteacher ».

He posted several tiktoks about his life as a teacher, about taylor swift, about bullying and how to detect it, about mundane things like the decorations of his classroom, about his workout even and only in a few months he had gathered a little community of 5000 followers, which he found completely insane. But, hey, people liked his jokes (and as many girls were saying in the comments, his looks).

When the school year ended, he made a lot more videos and his popularity grew as well. Especially his make my eras outfit with me serie.

One saturday he was hosting a game night in Hawkins with the group of now adults, that he used to babysit through highschool because he was dating Nancy Wheeler.

They were now living in Indianapolis for the most of them, only Max and Lucas moving in California. It was quite cold for the month of July, and the group was chatting about life while Steve was putting away the board games at the end of the night.

« So how is your sister doing Mike? » Steve asked, really curious about Nancy’s life five years after their last breakup.

« Oh you know, killing it in NYC. She has a girlfriend called Abby if that is what you are really interested in. »

Steve chuckled. Mike was quite clever.

« Yeah I wanted to know that. I hope she is happy. »

« She is working too much if you want my side of the story and I don’t like Abby, she’s a snob. Robin was such a better fit for her but anyway, you know how she gets when she feels trapped ».

Steve looked sadly at the ceiling knowing full well how things ended for both him and Robin.

Imagine a restaurant. Steve’s favorite in Chicago. Imagine a new teacher and a new journalist. They just graduated and came back from a trip in Europe to celebrate.

A beautiful night, stars, flowers, everything. The picture of American happiness.

« Nancy… You are the prettiest girl I know but that is not why I love you. I love you because you are the smartest person I know. Because you are the most independent and badass person I know. Because you ground me. Because I can make you laugh with my lame jokes. Because we made it after all these years, because we found our way back to each other 3 times already. Because you make me bold. Nancy Wheeler, would you mary me? ».

Now, imagine the cold. The cold in August because of the next words that Nancy said.

« I am not in love anymore Steve. »

The next months were excruciating. Steve moved back to Hawkins finding a position at the local school. He had moved to Chicago for her. Robin was here for him all the way, driving from Indianapolis often to confort him.

But the following year, she met Nancy at a environmental fundraiser. She was angry at first but they soon fell in love. It created a riff between the friend group.

However, when Steve saw them together he understood what love was supposed to be and he forgave Robin instantly.

Robin and Nancy moved to New York, he visited them a lot, they were all friends. He knew that Nancy and him were never really in love. He was so happy for them. He, though, had trouble finding love.

And Covid came. And Robin and Nancy were together all the time. And in 2021 they broke up. Robin found a position at Hawkins highschool as the new school psychologist. Her and Steve were, then, inseparable, tied together even more than before.

« Broooooooo »

Steve emerged for his thoughts when Dustin entered the room chanting.

« So. How is your tiktok going? »

« Really well! I had a video go viral about me making my pants for the Era’s tour »

« That’s amaziiiing. So I have a favour. »

Steve rolled his eyes. Of course he did.

Dustin was pleading with his eyes.

« I guess if I found them but I can’t promise anything … But… Corroded Coffin is a metal band right? Why would this guy attend a T Swizzle concert? » He found the whole thing quite strange.

« I don’t know babe. Aren’t you the one that say that she is the music industry? Maybe he wants a collab? Maybe they are friends? »

Steve smiled at the thought of a metalhead Taylor. He then wondered which member of the band was this Eddie guy. He then remembered the long haired guy with the pretty eyes from a poster in Dustin’s room.

« Dustin? Is Eddie Munson the pretty one? » Steve winked at him. They had this conversation once before when an album dropped and Dustin was obssessed with it.

« God, your bi ass is impossible. Yes he is « pretty » ».

« I hope I’ll see him then. Swiftie or not»

This ask changed his life forever

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Updated September 24, 2023

Only includes fics published on AO3. I have a few other Tumblr only drabbles you can find under the “my writing” tag.

Current Categories: Steddie, Greatwise, Assorted (Gen/Mixed/Other)

Steddie:

Stevie Doesn’t Know - 34,648 words - 7/7 Chapters completed - Rating E

Modern AU -- Eddie makes music on TikTok & Steve is a massive fan who gets caught in the excitement.

He’s All That - 34,700 words - 8/? chapters - Rated E

Steve and Tommy made a bet. Eddie is that bet.

I’d Meet You Where The Spirit Meets The Bones - 15,062 words - Rated E

A/B/O AU - Steve goes into heat right after the events of Season 4. He just wants Eddie, who is too injured to do anything about it.

Swipe Right - 13,759 words - Rated E

Modern AU - They match on Bumble and fuck about it.

Take Pleasure in the Details - 9,736 words - Rated E

Stripper Eddie / Teacher Steve + Co-parenting Eddie & Chrissy

Time is Luck - 7,985 words - Rated E

Modern A/B/O AU - Eddie catches Steve making stupid choices over text on the subway.

No Reaction Without Action - 7,569 words - Rated E

Steve wasn’t supposed to know what Eddie does with the men who meet him on the street, but Eddie loves that he can hear.

for pasts that we're never gonna change - 6,968 - Rated E

Pop Star Steve AU - Eddie’s secretly a huge fan

I don't care if it's dirty, the view's so pretty - 5,414 words - Rated E

Steve and Eddie find each other at an open mic night where Eddie’s playing

I Can See You (Up Against The Wall With Me) - 4,459 words - Rated E

Steve and Eddie have been circling each other since the beginning.

In All My Wildest Dreams (They Just End With You And Me) - 2,460 words - Rated E

Mirror sex (that’s it, that’s the fic)

Have Your Cake And Eat It Too - 311 words - Rated M

Steve has a unique birthday cake for Eddie.

Is There a Word for Bad Miracle? - 6,038 - Rated T

Words Soulmate AU - Eddie said his words to Steve in school, but Steve didn’t say his back until the boathouse

Hold Me Like A Grudge - 4,402 Words- Rated T

Countdown Soulmate AU

Dancing With Him (Thinking of You) - 3,547 words - Rated T

Eddie gets jealous watching Steve dance with other guys

A Collapsing Star With Tunnel Vision - 3,503 words - Rated T

Eddie gets glasses

So Roll the Highlights - 2,405 words - Rated T

Superhero ttrpg

I'm stuck in a lonely loop, my baby - 2,448 words - Rated T

Red strings of fate

I Got A Secret, I Must Admit - 2,320 words - Rated T

Steve & Robin are twins. Eddie’s the gossip swept up in their orbit.

All this effort to make it look effortless - 1,373 words - Rated T

The Grindr hookup that's not actually (intended as) a hookup

I will never ask you for anything (except to dream sweet of me) - 1,195 words - Rated T

Blanket fort!

Your Dreams and Your Hopeless Hair - 3,016 words - Rated T

YDAYHH Part 1

Steve takes care of Eddie’s hair and considered the future

I Want You to Love me for Who I Am - 2,775 words - Rated T

YDAYHH Part 2

Steve has a confrontation with his parents about his future plans

Get The Feeling - 1,496 words - Rated T

Eddie ogling Steve at Scoops Ahoy

Are You From Tennessee? - 828 words - Rated T

Pick-up lines

Pool - 442 & 273 words - Rated T

Two drabbles inspired by the word “pool”

Timeless - 322 words - Rated G

Timeless by Taylor Swift

Greatwise:

You’re on The Other Side of The Storm - 12,669 words - Rated T

Gentle Hands and Observant Eyes Part 1

Will starts sophomore year developing confidence, leaning on new friends for support, and wondering for the first time if what he's always wanted is still what he wants.

Coming In So Strong - 5,111 words - Rated T

Gentle Hands and Observant Eyes Part 2

People find out Will has a boyfriend now.

It Sends You Spinning - 4,325 words - Rated T

Gareth's wanted to try drag for a long time.

When Will Falls in Love - 3,149 words - Rated T

Will’s got a crush (and everyone’s support).

Assorted:

Craving Something Deeper - Chrissy focus, Chrissy & Eddie, Crissy/Jason (temporarily), Robin/Chrissy, Steve/Eddie, Andy/Gareth - 24,158 words - 7/? Chapters - Rated T

Chrissy Lives AU - Chrissy went to Eddie for drugs and a change, not to get any visions out of her head.

Wrapped Up In You - Steve/Eddie, Will/Gareth, Nancy/Robin, Nancy & Eddie - 7,483 words - Most Rated T with 1 E Drabble

A series of unrelated drabbles inspired by songs from my 2022 Spotify Wrapped.

Til We See All The Stars - Stevie & Robin, Steve/Eddie - 6,718 words - 4/4 Chapters - Rated T

Trans Woman Stevie Harrington - Stevie hadn’t been growing her hair out intentionally.

#steddie #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic compilation #my writing #my fanfic

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