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audhd-nightwing · 2 years

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i love the trope where steve thinks robin knows he’s bi bc he’s been subtly hinting it to her (and by subtly hinting i mean extremely vague & mildly homosexual comments abt men) and robin has no fuckin clue, still thinks he’s the straightest man alive

and one day the spicy six are talking and robin offhandedly mentions steve is the token straight and everyone laughs but steve is just like “?? i’m not straight tho?” and everyone just goes silent. then robin drags him away for a Private Conversation on how joking about that isn’t funny until steve tells her he was being Serious and “i thought you knew?” and they realize they’re just both dumb

in the meantime nancy and jonathan are talking about how that actually explains a lot and they probably should’ve realized sooner while eddie is having a gay crisis in the corner and ranting to argyle

eventually robin and steve come back & steve officially comes out and bonds with jonathan and nancy abt being bi and into the elder wheeler / byers (bc let’s be honest he was into both of them) and eddie is like “oh shit i forgot to feed my cat i have to go sorry bye” and speeds tf out of there to go scream into his pillow and think gay thoughts abt steve harrington

bonus: after eddie leaves steve asks everyone if they think he has a chance with him and they’re all like “obviously”

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trashcanniballecter · 2 years

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Eddie: Unbelievable! D&D is not making the kids gay!

Steve: it's not?

Eddie: of course not!

Steve, who developed a crush on Eddie after playing D&D with him: oh

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #bi disaster steve harrington

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princessstevemunson · 2 years

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Steve thinking that everyone is a little bit gay or a little bit straight, so he really doesn’t have a crisis about his sexuality when he realized he finds Eddie attractive.

However

Steve has trouble identifying whether his feelings for Eddie are platonic or romantic.

It doesn’t help that he used to kiss Tommy occasionally. He thinks it’s totally normal to kiss your friends just to see what it would be like.

It’s totally normal that he feels a little jealous when he sees Eddie drunkenly kissing random people at the bar.

It’s totally normal that he loves it when Eddie calls him princess, or baby girl. Besides, Eddie’s only doing it to get a rise out of him.

It’s totally normal to be possessive of the nickname Stevie—only Eddie gets to him that.

It’s totally normal to share a bed platonically with your friend. Even after the nightmares become more manageable and you could sleep without him there, but you don’t want to.

These are all platonic feelings, right?

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #bi disaster steve harrington #queer eddie munson

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sleepyeye17 · 1 year

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Neurodivergent Love Languages: Crush my Soul Back Into my Body

This series of fics is inspired by a post by amythest@neurowonderful. The post is on the five Neurodivergent love languages: Infodumping, parallel play, support swapping, ‘crush my soul back into my body,’ and ‘I found this cool object and thought of you’. This is the third fic in the series, and the love language is Crush my Soul. Neurowonderful defines this as “deep pressure input good!! Provides proprioceptive input and can soothe body stress responses (always get consent).”

I honestly don’t know where the idea of the snuggle machine came from, although I think it might have been something we did as kids. It feels like my dad’s style.

Steve comes to Eddie’s apartment straight from work. It’s been a shit day, and he just wants to hold his man.

Several families announced that they would be boycotting the family video as long as he and Robin worked there. Keith had been supportive in his own bitter and sarcastic way, but Steve still feels like a used tissue.

“Hey Sunshine,” Eddie says when he opens the door. He’s wrapped in a blanket, and looks soft and warm. Steve kisses him and starts to feel a little bit of the days weight slide off his shoulders.

“You look cozy,” he murmurs.

“You look like depressed Charlie Brown.”

Steve toes off his shoes and follows Eddie back to the bedroom.

“Yeah. Long day.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” Eddie stands in front of him, grinning. “Do you need to get pressure washed in the snuggle machine?”

Steve looks at Eddie like he’s just turned inside out.

“Is that a… sex thing?”

“No. It's something my uncle did when I was a kid. It’s like being hugged by a washing machine. Do you want to try?”

“Um. I guess?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

That’s all the encouragement Eddie needs. He pulls the blanket off the bed and throws it over Steve’s head.

“Hey! What—“

Eddie jumps on top of Steve and starts rubbing fast hard circles all over him, while shouting “WUMBA WUMBA WUMBA WUMBA!!”

“What the fuck!” Steve is completely bewildered, but he’s laughing.

“SPIN CYCLE!” Eddie shouts, and starts running around Steve, brushing his hands roughly up and down Steve's blanket-covered body.

“What is happening?!”

“Now time for the wringer!”

“WHAT!”

Eddie leaps on top of Steve, squeezing him as tight as he can, and toppling them both onto the bed. They’re both laughing too hard for any sound to come out, and they cling to each other, gasping.

“What— the fuck— was that?” Steve wheezes, wiping tears out of his eyes.

“You feel better?”

“I mean… yeah?”

Eddie grins triumphantly.

“When I was a kid, like six or seven, I’d freak out with soft touches,” he explains. “I couldn’t do hugs or anything. But my uncle realized that I loved wrestling and stuff. I enjoyed being… I dunno, thrown around? I thought it was really funny. So he invented the snuggle washer.”

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie and squeezes him back.

“Mm. It’s ridiculous.”

“It works though,” Eddie says.

Steve kisses Eddie’s forehead, his cheek, his mouth. Eddie is so familiar to him, now, they fit together like they were built that way. Steve takes a deep breath. His chest hurts from laughing.

“God, I love you.”

The words are out before he knows he’s saying them.

Eddie pulls back and stares at Steve wide-eyed for a second. Then he buries his face in a pillow and makes a sound halfway between a squeak and a giggle. Steve frowns. It’s not quite the reaction he’d hoped for. Of course, it’s not the worst response he’s gotten, either.

“Do you really?” Eddie asks, his voice slightly muffled.

“Yeah.”

Eddie makes that noise again.

“What’s that sound mean?” Steve asks, trying not to sound defensive.

“Sorry.” Eddie looks up at Steve, bright red and beaming. He’s still half buried in the pillow. “I love you too.”

“You don’t have to say that just because I—“

“Oh shut up, I’m just really fucking happy and I need a minute.”

Steve pulls Eddie back on top of him.

“Mm kay.”

They lie in silence for a minute, listening to their breath. Steve plays with Eddie’s hair.

Then Eddie starts giggling.

“What’s so funny?”

“You loooove me,” Eddie teases in a singsong voice. Steve smiles.

“Uh huh.”

“Stevie is in loooove.”

“That’s right.”

“Stevie and Eddie sittin in a tree…”

Steve flicks Eddie’s earlobe, making Eddie titter.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say it back at all,” Steve says.

“Seriously? I haven’t been exactly hiding my feelings. I literally wrote a song called falling for the bat king.”

“That could’ve been about anyone.” Steve can feel Eddie shaking with laughter. “No, it’s just… I’ve only told two people I loved them before. And nobody has ever said it to me.”

Eddie sits up so fast he accidentally knees Steve in the stomach.

“Ow, what the—“

“Nobody has ever said it to you?” Eddie asks.

“No. Nancy was… well. We were being closely monitored, and she had to be with me to keep up appearances. But you know. It was complicated.”

“Sure.”

“And then Robin… well.”

“She’s Robin. Yeah.” Eddie grinned. “You always go for the nerds and the freaks, don’t you.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands. His grip was firm and solid. When he spoke, his voice was surprisingly fierce.

“I’m going to tell you I love you every day. Every hour. You’re going to get so sick of me saying it. I’ll put it on a billboard. I’ll tattoo it on my forehead.”

“Your bangs will cover it.”

“I’ll shave my head.”

Steve gasps.

“You’d better not.”

Eddie lies back down with a contented smile.

“God, I really do love you,” Eddie said. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was worried that I might slip and say it in a moment of passion and freak you out.”

“Really!”

“the first time we kissed I was like don’t say it you freak.”

“The first time?!”

“I said it would freak you out. And you already told me you loved me, so you can't take it back now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

#steddie #steddie fluff #steve harrington #steve x eddie #Joe Quinn #joseph quinn #joe keery #steve harrington adhd #eddie munson adhd #neurodivergent love languages #its the neurodivergency #neurodivergent eddie munson #uncle wayne is the best #eddie munson is a little monster child #disaster eddie munson #bi disaster steve harrington #deep pressure therapy #squeeze my pain away #snuggles

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morganski-19 · 10 months

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Oh Steve's been repressing his sexuality for a while and has some weird feelings about Eddie but it definitely isn't a crush, but then it is and he realizes that he's bisexual and they start to date this. And Steve's always known he was bi and knows he's attracted to Eddie but doesn't want to get into another relationship because of trauma that.

I propose, both.

I introduce you to chaotic Bi disaster Steve who has known he is attracted to both men and women since middle school but never told anyone about till until Robin. He's so comfortable about it that he has a daily crisis of do I want to be their friend or do I want to date them. So much so that he gets really close to Eddie but constantly misjudges his feelings because he doesn't have a crush on Eddie, but does he? Turns out that he does and when he figures it out it hits him like a truck and now he's all worried about what if they start dating and it all comes crashing down.

#there's got to be a fic about this right #if not I might add it to my list #like i actually get to it though instead of writing the first new idea that comes in my head #anyway #bi disaster steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #headcanon #fic idea

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prettyboy-like-you · 2 years

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I Should B® So Lucky

harringrove fic, 5.5k words, POV steve harrington, rated teen (so far, eventually explicit), implied violent child abuse, internalised homophobia, period typical homophobic slurs, angst, neil hargrove is his own warning (nothing explicit, he's just present), bi disaster steve, drinking, romantic fluff, (more tags on ao3—pls click link below to check).

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SUMMARY

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"Stop acting like a little virgin and get that top off. C'mon, it's nothing I ain't seen before, Prettyboy."

Lost for words, Steve now just. Does as he's told and sits up, grabbing his sweatshirt from the back of his neck and pulling the thing up and over his head.

Billy is licking his lips as Steve passes him his top and, even though Billy has obviously seen Steve in sweet FA in the showers at school, for some reason Steve feels more naked than he ever has in his whole fucking life. Feels almost kind of… shaky?

Billy stares at him a second longer and Steve thinks he looks like a Jaguar he's seen on those nature programs his Mom watches. Then the crackpot is jumping up, wobbling a little and having to steady himself. He says, "Find yourself something to throw on, man. If you've gotta." Then he leaves Steve alone on Billy’s bed, half-naked and breathless.

Fuck is wrong with you, man?

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sparrowtapes · 1 year

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Steve having a little crush on Bon Jovi is so funny to me because imagine this,

March 1986, Steve for the past two years stared to listen to more alternative music and discovered Bon Jovi and developed a small celebrity crush on him. Whether it was because of his style, hair or something, Steve knew he was attracted to him.

And then spring break comes around the corner and Dustin getting everybody to look for Eddie before the cops can find him. So they go to the boat house and then suddenly Steve is slammed against the wall by no other than Eddie Munson himself, who looks almost exactly like Bon Jovi.

#and then they just get gayer #steve is a jovi stan #bon jovi #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #the punkification of steve harrington #alternative steve harrington #steve is a bi disaster #steve was thinking some thoughts #they called action and joe kerry heard act gay #Steve harringtons bisexual awakening

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adelicioustragedy · 2 years

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Eddie: Fuck the rich

Steve, breathless: please do

Robin: What?

Eddie: What?

Steve: What?

Nancy, not looking away from her book: I think he said "please do"

Eddie: Wait-

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youmakemyhearthowl · 2 years

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The first time Steve went with Robin to a gay bar in Indy, he got a lot of education on the queer community from a group of Drag Queens. They were so pleased to run into a straight man at a gay bar that was there to protect his lesbian best friend that they answered all of his questions he’d asked. Even if a few of them were pretty convinced Steve was some sort of queer and just hadn’t gotten around to figuring it out yet.

The biggest thing that seemed to stand out to Steve was the hanky code. It was such a cool way to let yourself share this super secret part of yourself with the world without the dangers that actually sharing it would cause and Steve was enamored.

One particular Drag Queen, Helen, knows most of what the different colors mean and Steve can’t stop himself from asking about every single one of them.

When they get back to Hawkins Steve feels truly educated and Robin just smirks knowingly at him as he rambles on about everything he learned. He’d told Robin a few weeks ago he thought he might also like guys but was still figuring everything out. Robin was just happy he was willing to learn, even if he decided men weren’t for him.

Everything sort of spirals quickly after that.

Steve and Robin are at work when Dustin comes barreling into the store with Eddie Munson in tow.

“We need Rocky Horror Picture show right now.” The demand is sharp, and Steve just rolls his eyes at the teen.

“Not that I’m judging or anything Dust, but what do -you- need with that movie?” Robins voice cuts across the store from where she’s restocking returns in the romance section.

“We have a theory about Mike we want to test.”

“You have a theory about Mike you want to test.” Eddie cuts in hoping up onto the counter and crossing one leg under him. Steve’s pretty sure he stops breathing for a second. Because right there in his left pocket is that stupid black hanky that Steve never really paid attention to before, but now his eyes lock on.

“Steve!” Robins next to him now shoving him out of the way of the register so she can check out Dustin, and Steve’s still just kind of frozen in place because, Munson’s into some kinky shit and he’s not entirely sure how to bring his brain back from the rabbit hole it’s just dove down.

“Stevie, are you still coming over for movie night with me and Buck?” Eddie chirped climbing down off the table to follow Dustin out the door. Robin looked from Eddie to Steve, trying to figure out what exactly broke her best friend, when her eyes land on the hanky and she has to hide her laugh with a cough.

“Yea, he’s coming. He’s my ride anyways. We’ll see you at 8 Eddie.” With a nod and a questioning glance in Steve’s direction Eddie throws open the front doors and skips to his van as Dustin clamors into the passenger seat.

“Hey, Dingus.” Robin slides in front of Steve, a shit eating grin spreading across her face. “Learn anything new just now?”

“Holy shit Robin, how am I ever even supposed to -look- at him again.” He groans throwing his head down onto his crossed arms on the counter.

“He’s still stupid Eddie.”

“Stupid Eddie who likes to tie people up and administer pain in the bed room. Fuck.” Robin could see all kinds of gears turning in Steve’s head. Dots connecting, pieces falling into place until suddenly his face turns bright red and he stands up straight again locking fearful eyes with Robin.

“Oh my god Robin. I think I wanna fuck Eddie Munson.”

Robins laughter was so loud, Eddie could hear it all the way in the parking lot.

(inspired by @undeaddisillusion ‘s post found here)

#might make a whole fic outta this #thought this idea was fun tho #steves just a mess anytime hes around eddie now #can only think about getting tied up and fucked within an inch of his life #it takes eddie a painfully long time to figure out why steve wont look him in the eyes anymore #he thinks steves mad at him for some reason #but steves just having so many realizations about himeself #hes a disaster bi and robins having way to much fun with this #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Crossing the Line | Part 5

The odds of finding one feral little metalhead in such a large city without any starting point to go off of were slim at best. Okay that was being generous, the odds were basically non-existent as Steve had been telling Robin for the past hour as they wandered the streets seemingly without aim.

“Rob, we should just buy the tickets and see his band! What’s the worst that can happen?”

“We lose our hearing to people who can’t play their instruments properly, you get rejected publicly, someone throws up on us, we wind up in the mosh pit and you get your THIRD concussion, someone spills their drink on me, or on you, you get recognised and publicly ridiculed for wearing a goddamn sweater vest to a metal gig because I saw you pack your bag what in god’s name, Steven.”

“It’s comfortable.” Steve grumbled in response, momentarily subdued by all of her good points “at least it’s monotonal.” It was a grey knit number, one of his softest. “And I was gonna put a black shirt under it.”

“Yep, no, we’re not doing that, you’re not wearing that. If we must go to the gig and I do mean if we must, you’re going to need another outfit, so we’re going to spend today shopping for that, then head back to the apartment and strategize. We can divide and conquer, you take one half of the city, I’ll take the other, we meet in the middle for coffee.”

“…One half of a city. Where even is the middle of it? How is that a plan?”

“Not the best first plan but it’s the planning stage of the plan, and the planning stage is AFTER shopping, so don’t judge the plan until the planning stage of the plan.”

“You said plan a lot.”

“Less talk more thrift shop, let’s go.” His hand grabbed and away they went. It didn’t matter how rich he was, Robin loved thrift shopping, and after meeting her and knocking down her walls of distrust and uncertainty until they became practically joined at the hip platonic soulmates, finding out how many little treasures you could actually find in those shops, he kind of loved it too. It was an experience he wouldn’t have ever gotten without her, an experience that only added to the down to earth personality that’d developed as he grew older with her.

He didn’t know who he’d be without Robin… probably the same douchebag everyone kind of expected him to be. The douchebag he’d been in his teen years perhaps, partying, drinking, doing drugs, trying to be something he wasn’t to impress the people around him when all they cared about was the vestiges of fame trickling from his being.

Perhaps she’d saved his life by just being there. So he’d indulge a little tomfoolery for her sake.

Even if it did wind up with his feet hurting and his arms aching carrying bags of things he’d never ever wear but might have to for true love, trudging down some random street while Robin looked for some weird non-chain coffee shop because Starbucks held no soul.

“Robin can we just— look, right there, Starbucks, we can go in Starbucks, it’ll be fine, in and out!”

“I’m not going in Starfucks, there’s always some idiot instagraming the weird spelling of their name on the cup as if it’s not a Starbucks ploy to get them free advertising.”

“Or someone claiming to be Voldemort as if the barista would actually shout “he who must not be named” for the brief moment of twitter fame reporting it would bring them.”

“Or tacky mass-produced merch.”

“Or overpriced desserts that aren’t worth it.”

“Or—Ooh!! Lookie, there’s one!” They probably could have gone on for longer, but Robin spotted the little brown shop with large dark windows at the end of the street with a hanging sign outside similar to one found on old bars only this one had two coffee beans on it with the word The Roast written in cursive around the beans. And up close it looked like every rustic coffee shop ever made.

Simple, lots of browns and warm white lighting.

“Down the road from a Starbucks? That’s a gutsy business move.” Steve hummed with the most basic amount of interest as he entered through the door Robin held open for him.

“Honestly you’re never more than a stones throw away from a Starbucks, pick any direction I bet we’ll find another within two blocks.”

“That’s fair.” They made it all the way to the counter where a lone, bored employee leaned heavily against the thick wooden countertop, flicking through a magazine of some kind, the board above him strewn with funnily named coffee drinks and little doodles to match them, Steve found his eyes drawn to that while the Barista released a deep

“Welcome to The Roast, what can I get for you?” Without looking up from his magazine.

“Alright, I’ll have a uhm—ow—Robin, what—ow would you stop elbowing me?”

“Steve.”

“What?” He followed her pointer finger to the man now looking at him with the widest, brownest, most beautiful Bambi eyes he’d ever seen in his goddamn life and all thoughts just kind of drifted away, replaced with the single word… pretty. “Oh…Hello...”

Part 7

#PirateWrites #Ficlet #Crossing The Line #Steddie #Steve “bi disaster” Harrington #prettiest boy is pretty #Eddie “Actual Bambi” Munson

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allthingssteddie · 2 months

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

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

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yours-etc · 1 year

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Steven Harrington knows a lot about love.

Nancy Wheeler and Senior year ‘85. He learned a lot in his year long relationship. How to be a boyfriend, how to listen, how to apologize, how to take care of someone. It was all thrown out the window on Halloween. It was all bullshit apparently. He healed and got over the break up. Steve still loved Nance, it was just different. King Steve graduated high school and started working a dinky summer job at Scoops Ahoy.

Robin Buckley and the Summer on ‘85. Steve learned love didn’t have to be romantic. Because boy was he in love with Robin. Platonic with a capital P soulmate. He learned how to grow, how to always have someone there for you, how to laugh (genuinely laugh), how to let someone in. They are inseparable. Glued to each other’s hip. Steve learns how to be a wing man, Robin learns how to make Steve realize he’s bi. “Steve no one looks at Tom Cruise like that unless they think he’s hot.” “He is hot Robs!” “STEVE?!”

Eddie Munson and Spring break ‘86. Steve learned he had a thing for mean curly haired brunettes. He also learned Eddie Munson looks incredibly attractive when he pins Steve against a wall. Steve found a lot about Eddie to be attractive. Steve falls effortlessly in love with Eddie. He loves him even when torn apart by demo bats and barley breathing, even when the boy had a million tubes and cords hanging out of him, especially when he wakes up.

Edward Munson doesn’t know anything about love.

In a small town in the middle of nowhere, there weren’t a ton of relationship options for him. What he did find was a plethora of closeted jocks who wanted to fuck him and then call him slurs in the hallway. And he wasn’t going to lie, sometimes being wanted for only ten minutes was enough for him.

But then he found hellfire. And while he never said it, it was all understood. He could be himself and not be scared. Gareth and Jeff helped patch him up after a few unfortunate altercations with Hawkins High Jocks in the locker room. It was a family of sorts, they protected one another. That was more than some could say.

Eddie never thought he could fall in love.

That was until Steve Harrington is holding his hand as he sleeps in the hospital chair next to Eddie’s bed. And oh god. This was not good.

In the upside down, during the end of the world, it’s easy to push away a budding crush. But now? Now Eddie was fucked.

Steve and Eddie learn to be friends first. Then more after.

It consists of mostly wrangling up, driving, feeding, scolding, teasing the party. And also generally making sure none of them die by cracking their skull open during skateboard lessons. (These kids can handle inter-dimensional creatures, but not some mundane normal teenager hobby?)

Friendly pats on the back become shoulder rubs.

Falling asleep on the couch during movie nights then turn into falling asleep on each other’s shoulders.

Sleeping in the same bed with a pillow wall to help fight nightmares didn’t even last the full first night before they woke up as a tangle of limbs.

“Harrington” became “Steve” became “Stevie” became “Sweetheart”

“Munson” became “Eddie” became “Eds” became “Love”

There wasn’t a pinpoint moment when

boy friends became boyfriends.

Maybe the first time they kissed (during a party get together in the pantry during seven minutes in heaven)

Or maybe the first date to a drive in movie (Eddie tucked under Steve’s arm)

It didn’t really matter.

What did matter was they found each other and were never letting go.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steve and eddie #steve is a disaster bi #i only think in steddie brain rot #stranger things 4 #steve likes men #steve and eddie are in love

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trashcanniballecter · 2 years

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Eddie: *talking about D&D*

Steve, who has no idea what Eddie is talking about: so true King. do you want to kiss on the mouth?

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #bi disaster steve harrington #same tho

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self-harmony · 2 years

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Bitches be like “here’s a compilation of my favorite Steddie moments” and it’s just whenever Steve and Eddie are in the same scene

It’s me. I’m bitches.

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sleepyeye17 · 1 year

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As was foretold, my Steddie balding fic! Inspired by my current hair loss. It’s like 2,000 words so I’m just putting an excerpt here. @bidisastersworld

Excerpt:

Robin looked horrified when Eddie knocked on the door, and he couldn’t blame her. He had one of his uncle’s trucker hats on backward, and pulled down low, making his ears stick out and his bangs get in his eyes. The hat had the words “60!? I demand a recount! ” written on it.

“Take me to Steve,” he said. Eddie had clearly been a last resort, because the whole gang was packed into the tiny apartment Steve and Robin shared. They all looked at him anxiously as he strode past.

“We’ve tried talking to him,” Dustin said. “He won’t say what’s wrong.”

“It’s okay. I know what’s wrong.”

He rapped on Steve’s door.

“Harrington, you alive?”

“Go away!” Steve’s voice was muffled, like he was speaking from under a pile of blankets. Eddie leaned his head on Steve’s door and took a deep breath.

“It’s happening to me too.”

There was a long pause. Then Steve said, faintly,

“Your hair?”

“Yeah.” Eddie knew that everyone was watching him, but he didn’t say anything. Hair loss was like his sexuality: sometimes he just didn’t want to spell it out, even when it was obvious.

He heard footsteps, and the door unbolted.

“Just you,” Steve said. "Nobody else."

Eddie slipped in, and shut and bolted the door behind him. He took one look at Steve and burst out laughing. Steve had wrapped his whole head in a two-foot tall towel turban.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said, “I’m not— it’s not you, I— you just look like a really sad genie.”

Steve managed a small laugh at that, before sitting heavily on his messy bed. Eddie sat beside him.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours," Eddie said.

Steve rolled his eyes at the line.

“You first.”

Eddie nodded and took a deep breath, then pulled off the hat, causing dark strands to come loose and float in the air. He bent forward so that Steve could see the balding spot on the top of his head.

“Did yours also start this morning?” Steve asked.

“No. I first noticed it on Monday, when I clogged my shower drain. I was hoping it would go away, but no such luck.”

“That’s why you’ve had it braided all week.” Steve reached out, almost subconsciously, to touch Eddie’s hair, then pulled back.

“It’s okay, you can touch it,” Eddie said. Steve barely had to brush his fingers across a curl for several hairs to fall to the floor.

“You thinking it’s the medication?”

“Yeah. The doctors did say that hair loss was one of the common side effects. I honestly might prefer the tremors or fainting.”

“At least it’s not diarrhea.”

Eddie laughed and tugged at the edge of Steve’s towel.

“Alright, your turn.”

Steve looked stricken.

“Come on, man,” Eddie whined, “Fair’s fair.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“What, do you have 666 tattooed on your scalp? It can’t be that bad.”

Steve’s lips trembled.

“It’s so bad. I’ve never… it’s so bad.”

Eddie studied Steve. Beautiful Steve “the Hair” Harrington. He remembered Steve getting an answer wrong in math once, and the teacher joking that with hair like that, who needs brains? He remembered Steve laughing along like it wasn’t multiple levels of fucked up. It had become something of a mantra among the teachers. At the time, Eddie had just been jealous that Steve had at least one thing going for him.

“Stevie. You don’t think… You know that you’re always going to get any girl you want, right? You’re always going to be a fucking catch.”

Steve let out a bitter laugh, wiping his eyes.

“It’s stupid,” Steve said. “I don’t know why I even care. It’s just hair. I shouldn't be this upset.”

“Excuse me, Steve, you’re not the only one looking like Friar Tuck here. I am deeply fucked up right now, so don’t minimize this shit.”

Steve sniffed and smiled.

“Your hair is too long for Friar Tuck.”

“True. You’d make a better monk than me.”

“That’s a first.”

“It’s a low bar, I’d make a terrible monk.”

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I want Nancy and Steve going through their Bisexual awakening together, and I want Robin and Eddie mistaking their getting closer, whispering to each other, exchanging glances as them getting back together.

I want the misunderstandings, both of them being disaster bisexuals in their own way (Steve excessively flirting to the point that Eddie doesn’t take it seriously, Nancy becoming a robot every time she talks to Robin and looking like she’s far from interested).

I want Steve to come up with stupid wooing plans and Nancy rejecting all of them (“we can’t lock ourselves in a room with them, that’s creepy and borderline kidnapping!”).

I want Nancy to try coming out to Robin but circling around the topic so much that at the end she’s used so many words, quoted way too many books and articles she read to prepare herself, that Robin is completely lost and gets a minor headache.

I want Steve getting frustrated, questioning his usual flirting tactics (“maybe it’s different with guys?” He wonders) but ultimately deciding to go bigger and bolder to get any reaction out of Eddie.

I want Robin to panic after Nancy realizes that the only fast way to make her rambling understandable is to kiss her.

«wait stop!! We can’t do this! You’re my best friends girlfriend, oh my God I can’t believe I kissed Steve’s girlfriend, he will never speak to me again - but I have to tell him we got no secrets between us-»

«?? I’m not Steve’s girlfriend, I was hoping to become yours»

«Oh fuck, you can’t say that - I can’t look at your Bambi eyes right know or I might give in - he clearly likes you, you’re always whispering to each other, acting all sneaky around us…»

«He doesn’t like me, he likes Eddie! That’s why we whisper, we’ve been talking about you and Eddie with each other»

«…oh»

«yeah»

«So… about that girlfriend talk you were doing earlier…»

And finally, I want Eddie to explode after countless instances in which he had to pretend to not be affected by Steve’s torturous actions.

«Listen Harrington, I don’t understand if you’re doing this without noticing or if you think it’s a funny way to mess with the gay freak - in which case, fuck you - but you seriously need to back off»

«messing with you?? I’ve been trying to flirt with you for weeks and I got nothing!! You know how exhausting that is? And I know I’m good at this so I don’t get why it took you this long to notice»

«Oh I’m sorry, poor King Steve, not getting every human on earth at his feet! And I did notice, but I’ve been trying to ignore it for the sake of you’re relationship with Wheeler!!»

«There’s no relationship with Nancy, are you stupid? I’m trying to have a relationship with you!»

«How was I supposed to know??»

«the fLIRTING?»

«YOU FLIRT WITH EVERY ONE»

«I DO NOT! JUST BECAUSE I’M BISEXUAL DOESNT MEAN THAT I HIT ON EVERY HUMAN BEING»

«SO YOU DO LIKE ME?»

«FINALLY YOU GOT IT, MORON»

«DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! And now kiss me»

«…I will but not because you told me to»

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