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lazylittledragon · 1 month
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requested closeups of the steddie tinder profiles
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strangersatellites · 1 year
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best friends steve and eddie who think it would be funny to have a fake engagement photo shoot and send out wedding invitations and a gift registry to famous people.
best friends steve and eddie who get a keurig from oprah, a knife set from samuel l. jackson, a set of wine glasses from tony hawk, and a plethora of other household items they’d been eyeing for their shared apartment with robin and nancy and laugh so hard they can’t breathe.
best friends steve and eddie who keep up the charade and swindle free cake samples out of all of the local bakeries and eat cake until they’re sick.
best friends steve and eddie who know they’d be the talk of the town attending their high school reunion back home hand in hand and don’t see the issue with keeping it up a little longer.
girlfriends robin and nancy wondering how long steve has to keep wearing his ring around the house and eddie has to keep referring to him as his fiancé to their friends before they figure out that maybe it’s not pretend anymore. maybe it never was.
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corrodedbisexual · 1 year
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Subtle 4x07 Steddie things that I feel totally normal about.
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formosusiniquis · 6 months
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any cosmo girl would have known
“Oh she did it for sure.”
“Steve!”
“Ten bucks, Bobert, don't give me that look last time we agreed double or nothing.”
“No,” Nancy insists. “This isn't Murder, She Wrote or Scooby-Doo or Columbo-”
“You saw who did it in Columbo at the beginning,” Eddie reminds.
“I know it's an awful show.”
Robin and Steve remain in sync enough to each get a hand on his shoulder to keep him from getting on the coffee table to defend the only good cop show in existence.
“I'm only pointing out,” she rewinds the VHS taking it back the two or three minutes they'd talked over before stopping it completely, “that this is a movie, not a drama with a repeated format that Steve can pattern recognition into predicting.”
“You haven't seen it already, right?” Robin asks. “The one rule of Monthly Middle-Aged Movie Night is you have to pick a movie none of us have seen.”
“No, I haven't seen it already. If you'll all remember when I asked you each to go see it with me I got,” he points to each of them in turn. “‘Wouldn't you rather see Tomb Raider?’ from double VHS, prestige cinephile and ‘That's too much pink for me, baby, you know I have that intolerance, maybe Rob or Nance will go?’ from my emo-isn’t-a-phase husband. And ‘I'm a little busy with this new story, Steve,’ from Nancy, the only one of you with a real excuse.”
“Some feminist you are, Birdie.”
“I don't want to hear it from you. I watched two of the blandest men alive pursue Renee Zellweger while the screen writers tried to convince us she was homely because you ‘forgot’ you had band practice.”
“You said you liked it!”
“It grew on me, but sometimes you just want to see a woman in a tank top. And I won't be shamed by the same man who cried during Beauty and the Beast.”
“I went with my sweet baby Lucy Joan, you miserable hag,” Eddie says, “and they turned that hot werewolf into a boring looking man.”
“You weren't into that? Look at who-”
“Why am I getting made fun of? Can we finish the movie?”
“No, I'm not going to let this be another Sixth Sense situation,” Nancy says, holding the remote hostage, she knows no one will try to take it from her.
“Ugh don't even bring that up,” Eddie groans, “Dustin still mentions it in at least one letter a year.”
Nancy nods, prim and proper, “Exactly, so tell us right now why you think she did it, then we'll play it again.”
“Chutney, the daughter,” Steve corrects, “have you even been paying attention? Her hair's permed.”
“And press play,” Eddie shouts.
“No,” Robin smacks his hands as he makes his ballsy play to reach around her for the remote. “Show your work, Dingus, even I didn't follow that one.”
“I don't always like the movies everyone else picks but I at least watch them. Her hair is permed, she said she was in the shower. She would have had to have been washing her hair if she didn't hear the gunshot and she has a perm.”
“You can wash your hair with a perm,” Nancy points out.
“You would know.” Eddie snarks, fingering the ends of his own hair.
“You can't wash a fresh perm, you'll fuck up the ammonium thioglycolate. Then you're out forty bucks and you've got limp hair. She killed her dad and lied about being in the shower.”
“Press play,” Eddie decrees again, leaning in close to Steve's side to purr, “it's pretty sexy when you go all hair care detective.”
His hand starts to slip below the blanket. “This is how we ended up with Lucy in the first place,” Steve reminds him, just under the sounds of the courtroom drama picking back up. It doesn’t stop Eddie’s hand from wandering until the movie’s climax starts getting closer, and Eddie’s attention is captured just like Robin’s and Nancy’s.
“Unbelievable,” Robin says, when Elle cites the perm salt.
“Never again,” Nancy swears, when Chutney screams her confession.
“Lucy’s been asking for a brother or sister,” Eddie flirts, as Elle reveals that any good Cosmo girl could have solved it.
No more movies with mysteries or twist endings for a while, they all agree, Robin can’t afford to keep betting against Steve.
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stevesbipanic · 1 year
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Steve had always loved daisies.
A small patch of daisies had always grown just beyond the fenceline of his backyard. Protected and untouched from the clean-cut yard the Harringtons had. Steve loved to stick them in his hair, loved that when his hair was a bit longer he could fit whole bunches of them in.
The girls at school showed him how to weave them into flower crowns. He'd sit in a circle with them giggling as they wove the flowers together before dancing around the flowers in the field. One day Steve had come home with a crown still in his hair. His father made sure he learnt that daisies were for girls, he didn't go to the girls circle after that. Now Steve's crown was made of thorns and hollow popularity.
Eddie had always loved sunflowers.
His mum would keep a big vase of them on the windowsill. Big and yellow and bright, a beacon of love through the gloom of Eddie's childhood home. His mother would take him to the sunflower field every weekend to pick new ones. She showed him how to roast the seeds to eat and helped him find sunflowers bigger than him.
When she died, Eddie visited the sunflower field as often as he could, picking flowers to bring to her grave. The day Wayne took him in was the last day he left her some. There were no sunflower fields in Hawkins.
Those young boys were older now.
Together they sat in a field down the hill from where Dustin was calling Suzie. Eddie's head laid in Steve's lap, softly dozing as his boyfriend ran his finger through his curls. After awhile he realised Steve had stopped and so he looked up at him, blinking at the sunlight. Steve's face was punched in concentration as he finished weaving together the pile of daises he'd picked from around them.
"What've you got there, Stevie?"
"I made you a flower crown," Steve said smiling softly as he placed the crown on Eddie's head.
"I'm King of the Flowers, don't think I'll be beating those gay allegations anytime soon, sweetheart."
Steve giggled and smiled down at Eddie as he began to play with his hair again. Turns out Eddie was wrong, there was one sunflower in Hawkins, and he was the prettiest one of all.
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livwritesstuff · 5 months
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a happening in the harrington house circa 2010-ish
(aka another example of Eddie being a kind, loving, gentle parent like Wayne was to him and Steve being absolutely fine with his children being mostly feral as long as they’re alive)
“Dad, am I adopted?”
Eddie blinks, then furrows his eyes as he looks at his seven-year-old daughter, Robbie (who he hadn’t even heard come into the room, to be honest), because he knows that he and Steve have been very upfront with all three of their children about how they’re adopted.
“Yes,” he tells her, “You’re adopted. You’re all adopted.”
“Then how come Hazel and Moe look like sisters and they don’t look like me?” she asks.
And Eddie feels his heart break a little bit.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, running a hand over her curls, “Well, first of all, you all look very similar, and you do all have the same mom, 100%. Sometimes genes are just weird that way.”
Robbie scrunches her nose, “Jeans?”
“Uhh…” he trails off, scratching his head and knowing full well he barely made it through sophomore biology (and that was almost thirty years ago).
When Steve comes home thirty minutes later, he finds Robbie Skyping with Dustin in Indiana and he’s got his camera facing a white board while he talks the first-grader and her middle-aged dad through a very basic explanation of punnett squares and genetics.
“What’s going on?” he asks skeptically, dropping his backpack onto the counter.
“Uncle Dustin’s showing me why me and Moe aren’t related,” Robbie replies, not taking her eyes off the computer screen.
“No,” Dustin cuts in emphatically.
Steve looks at his husband for an explanation.
“She thinks she’s not related to Moe and Hazel because she doesn’t look like them,” Eddie tells him.
Steve’s eyebrows fly up as he looks back at their daughter.
“Robbie,” he says, “Where’s your head at? You and Moe have the exact same face with different hair.”
“Moe has brown eyes,” Robbie fires back.
“And Hazel has blue eyes just like you. So what? All three of you are basically identical. When you and Moe were little, you were so tall that people always told me how cute my twins are.”
yEARS later, Moe and Robbie do that tiktok trend where the camera switches back and forth *very* quickly between their faces to show how similar they look, and their friends all comment shit like ‘wow y’all TWINS twins’
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chrissymunsons · 6 months
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*eddie every 5 mins*: okay but look at how hot my girlfriend is
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yoonsicles · 3 months
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♱ ✦᭢͏ ⡷ ཉ ̮͡🚖 ू i𝗌 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ıt ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏too͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ lɑ꯭te͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ to ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏pursu𝖾͟ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ?
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𓊆ྀི💧᭪░᭢˚̣̣̣ ͏͏͏ '22 — ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ i ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝖻ite ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ my ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ tongue, ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ its a bɑd habit.͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ି ᭨
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melonalemonade · 1 year
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Thank you Steve. Thank you for today and thank you for every day I get to spend with you, summer ‘86
This marks the end of my beach series. I hope you enjoyed it as much as did creating it :') 🌊☀️🩳🐚
part 1, part 2, part 3
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exoxota · 8 months
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skincare de malandro eh bucetada na cara
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bunnywritesmarvel · 1 year
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soft dom steve and hard dom eddie love making your head spin with the mix between steve praising you so so sweetly, fingers pushing against your gspot as he coos at you and wipes away your tears of overstimulation with his free hand all while eddie has his hand wrapped around your jaw, thumb pressing against your tongue, almost gagging you as he leans over to spit in your mouth and call you his dirty little whore as his other hand rubs your clit in time with steve's fingers <3
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steveharirngton · 2 months
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idk if it's unpopular opinion but I do not want to see Steve interact with that creepy murray bunman at all. GIVE ME STEVE & HOPPER SCENES YOU COWARDS.
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rabbitsatanist · 2 years
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quokkafoxtrot · 7 months
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë Eddie knows from a very young age that fate is cruel. He learns it from his parents first; learns that his mother was destined to shed tears and his father meant to roar in anger like the engines of the cars he steals. Tied together by cheap wedding rings, words on their wrists. They were stuck together unlike the love they used to hold for each other, that once upon a time had the power to turn black ink on their skin into glowing gold, but had left them as time passed by.
I'm so excited to finally be sharing my first @steddiebang piece!
As the Poets Say by @transmascsteveharrington with art by Riddletalks on Twitter (Link TBA because this is scheduled to go up at ~5am in Australia and Riddle's link doesn't exist yet) and me (who'd better be asleep rn).
I'm a sucker for soulmate fics, especially ones where they grow into the love and it becomes a choice. My original idea is so far removed from this, but I got caught by one lore-building sentence and ended up here. (Also I love Escher and painting hands, so there's that too.)
I can't wait for everyone to see what we've made. I hope you enjoy it! (Read the fic. Read the fic. Read the fic. Read the fic. Read the fic. Read the fic.)
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feralsteddie · 2 years
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Steve's first concussion happened when he fell down those stairs as a baby.
He conked his skull, it got a bad rattle, and he's had visual snow and tinnitus ever since.
It's one of the reasons he doesn't really clock when things start getting worse after each Upside Down incident, he's just kinda always had these going on and didn't realise they weren't normal until he mentioned them offhand and everyone was confused
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pizzaqueen · 2 years
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When Eddie mentions Iron Man by Black Sabbath, Steve’s like “Oh, yeah, I know that one. Iron man, iron man, does whatever an iron can, right?”
And Eddie’s like “Wrong, so very wrong. …Marry me”
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