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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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For the requests: heard of hearing and/or partially blind Steve + his parents realizing. Maybe they come home & see how their house has changed to be more accessible for Steve? Or something like that.

HONESTLY THIS ONE HURTED. But as usual, you provide the quality shit!!!! Poor Steve, but also if it ain't hurt/comfort, then did I even write it? Everyone loves Steve. Except his parents. His parents suck. But everyone else? Angels. Hope you love it darling!!! - Mickala ❤️

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Concussions were a bitch.

Multiple concussions in a three year period were a bitch.

But the worst part was when he noticed he couldn’t hear out of his left ear. Robin had been talking to him at work on his left side, whispering about some customer that was walking down every single aisle as if they didn’t know what movies were out, and he didn’t even notice until she switched sides halfway through a sentence.

He pretended it was fine, that he’d heard her the whole time, but then she asked him a question he couldn’t answer. She walked to his left side and said something, and when he shook his head, she bit her lip, fighting back tears.

“It’s okay, Robs. I can still hear out of the other one,” Steve said to comfort her, but also to comfort himself.

If he lost it in one ear, he could lose it in the other, and then what?

She tried to convince him to get a hearing aid, but he didn’t think he needed one.

“Your parents sent you money for medical expenses, use it for this!”

But he couldn’t.

And then he started getting blurry vision in both eyes. The left was rapidly growing worse, and Dustin noticed.

“Dude, you’re squinting. Do you have a migraine? You could’ve had Eddie drive me.”

“Nah, just tired. Trying to focus.”

Part of that was true. The squinting helped him focus a little, but he knew he had to do something about it.

So he sat down with Robin and came up with a plan.

He hated every fucking second of it.

“You get a scan first, we need to know if this is gonna keep getting worse or what permanent damage is there. You get glasses-“

“I might not need-“

“You get glasses. Then you get fitted for a hearing aid.”

“Yes ma’am,” Steve rolled his eyes.

But looking back, he was grateful Robin made him do it.

The doctors had been amazed he was able to talk with the damage done.

“Will I lose my ability to talk?” He asked, realizing that not being able to hear, see, and talk was too much for him to deal with.

“I think we can work through some physical therapy type exercises to make sure that doesn’t happen. I’m glad you came in now and not a few years from now.”

Robin never said ‘I told you so,’ probably sensing that Steve wasn’t coping well with the news.

They told him he would most likely lose all hearing over the years, and his vision would progressively get worse, though it would most likely plateau and he wouldn’t lose it completely.

They said he needed to do vocal exercises every day, brain exercises as often as possible, and to come back the moment he recognized any change in his speech.

So he lived with the anxiety of not being able to communicate with anyone he loved every second of every day.

Dustin, Will, Mike, and Max had done research for weeks, finding things they could do to help him live in his house alone. Sure, they were there often, almost enough to be considered roommates, but that wouldn’t always be the case.

They would all grow up and leave.

Max had lost her own vision after Vecna, only able to see light and sometimes movement, but never any detail.

The day he got his glasses, she threatened him with murder if he didn’t wear them.

“The more you strain your eyes, the worse they’ll get. Wear the glasses. I’m sure you look just as cute as always.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that, but he didn’t want to piss Max off, so he wore them all day every day.

Dustin had found a way to wire the doorbell to the lights in the whole house, so if it rang, and somehow Steve couldn’t hear, he’d see the lights flash three times from any room he was in.

He’d done something similar with the walkie, so Steve would know if someone was trying to communicate with him.

Will figured out a light system for the phone, where it flashed with green while it rang and red if he missed a call that went to their voicemail.

It only worked if he was in the kitchen, living room, or his bedroom and paying attention, but the thought behind it made him want to cry.

He got debilitating migraines frequently, which left him bedbound, unable to even get up to use the bathroom on his own sometimes.

They figured out a signal for his walkie that he could push the button in a sort of Morse code to make sure someone knew he needed help.

If he couldn’t get to his walkie for some reason, Dustin programmed buttons on all the phones: *1 called Robin, *2 called Eddie, and *3 called Dustin.

All of his meds were moved to the drawer by his bed, with a reminder note in every room of his house, just in case he forgot.

Which was apparently another thing he had to worry about: his memory.

The doctors seemed to think he would be okay if he stayed active and healthy otherwise, and definitely needed to avoid another concussion, but they did say he could notice some issues as he got older.

Mike looked up what vitamins he needed to help boost his memory and vision, and increased his iron intake to hopefully stave off some of the migraines before they even started. He put the instructions with his medication reminders all over the house.

But what surprised him most was what happened when his parents came home early on a random Thursday morning.

He was dealing with a bit of a migraine hangover, the day before being a blur of calling for help, reaching for his meds, and Eddie arriving to make sure he stayed hydrated and made it to the bathroom as needed.

Eddie was still here, in fact.

So when he heard them banging around downstairs, his eyes flew open and he looked at a still sleeping, very shirtless Eddie next to him in his bed.

Nothing happened obviously. Eddie just ran hot.

But his parents had already been questioning him a lot about not having a girlfriend in a while and hanging out with “queers” like those two things alone could make him gay.

And if they saw Eddie like this, they would make assumptions.

Assumptions that would get him kicked out of the house that everyone just worked so hard to make accessible for him.

So he got up as quickly, but quietly as he could, ignoring the buzz in his ear where his hearing aid was loose from sleeping in it. He wasn’t technically supposed to, but he didn’t like anyone touching his head on migraine days so it stayed in.

Eddie didn’t budge, and he hoped he stayed that way while he tried to keep his parents busy.

Then the lights flashed and he heard the distant high pitched ring of the doorbell.

“What the hell?” His father asked as Steve ran down the stairs.

“Steven?” His mother asked as he flew past them and made it to the front door.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled excitedly as Steve glared at him.

“Dustin, not now.”

“Why? I saw Eddie’s van, so I figured-“

“Who is at the door, Steven?”

Steve closed his eyes and heard Dustin mumble ‘shit’, before he turned around to face his parents.

His glasses were dirty, but he could see that the looks on their faces were not impressed.

“Since when do you wear glasses?” His mom asked.

“Is that a hearing aid?” His dad added.

“Dustin, I’ll call you later.”

“Answer the questions.”

“I started wearing glasses and the hearing aid after a few concussions that caused a lot of damage.”

“What’s going on with the lights? Do they always flicker like that?”

Steve hadn’t really expected them to care much about him, but it still hurt a little how quickly they became concerned about the house instead of him.

“They’re a visual aid so if I’m not wearing my hearing aid or my hearing gets worse, I’ll know when the doorbell rings.”

“Is that really necessary?”

“Yeah, it is,” Eddie said from the stairs, luckily not shirtless.

“Who the hell are you?” Steve’s dad didn’t waste time with pleasantries, he never did unless someone had something to offer him.

“I’m Eddie. Steve’s friend.”

“His friend?” Steve’s mom was hesitant to be obvious about what she meant, but everyone could understand where she was going with the questioning.

“Yeah, or would you prefer if we were boyfriends?”

Steve couldn’t help the snort he let out.

Eddie wasn’t the type to hide himself away, but he wouldn’t purposely make Steve’s life harder.

“Is there a reason you’re here?”

“I was taking care of him yesterday. It got late so I stayed.”

“Take care of him?” His mother turned back towards him. “Are you sick?”

“I get migraines.”

“We all get migraines, Steven,” his father said as he crossed his arms.

“But we all don’t get the kind that leave us crying and throwing up for hours on end because we can’t even see straight, do we, Richard?” Eddie asked as he walked closer to them.

“I don’t know who you think you are-“

“I told you, I’m Eddie. And as far as I’m concerned, I, and quite a few other people in town, are quite good at taking care of Steve. Unlike his parents.”

“Steve’s a grown man-“

“Yeah, now. But where were you when he wasn’t and got the concussions that caused this?”

Steve could feel his head pulsing, and he knew his migraine would be back at full force if he didn’t rest.

He took his hearing aid out for a bit of relief, the volume of his father and Eddie arguing going down considerably.

He massaged his neck the best he could, knowing that the release of some tension would at least keep the pain at bay until this could be over.

Then, he saw the phone start flashing green.

“What is going on with the phone?”

His mother directed the question at him, but Eddie stopped berating his father long enough to answer her.

“It’s so Steve knows it’s ringing if he happens to have his hearing aid out like he does now. In case no one is here with him and someone needs to reach him.”

“That explains not answering our calls.”

“I think that could just be that you don’t call at all.”

Eddie moved closer to Steve.

“Go upstairs, Stevie,” he said quietly into his right ear. “I can handle them.”

Steve was too tired, too frustrated, too borderline on a migraine to fight.

He walked upstairs, ignoring his father’s protests, his mother’s pleas, and Eddie standing in front of them both raising his voice to be heard.

Everything felt blurry as he removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes when he made it up the stairs.

His room was dark still, the blackout curtains still drawn closed, lights off, like Eddie had suspected it might be a bad day again.

His pills were on the table, a cup of water next to them. He set his glasses down and took them, trusting that Eddie followed the instructions perfectly.

He always did.

He always took such good care of him.

He came at the drop of a hat, even if Robin was already here. He brought Steve’s favorite soda, insisted it helped with migraines even though it probably didn’t. He massaged the spot on Steve’s neck that always held the most tension, pulled him close until he fell asleep on the couch or in the bed, always on his chest.

He’d been learning and teaching everyone sign language too.

Steve had started learning immediately, and so did Robin, but Eddie had insisted on it too, and started teaching the kids. He’d been showing Max one sign at a time, putting her fingers and hands into the movement so she knew how to do it.

And Steve didn’t think he could love Eddie more.

But he figured if Eddie was interested in him, he would have made a move already.

He could very distantly hear Eddie’s voice saying something, but he wasn’t sure what. With his hearing aid out, he usually couldn’t hear anything downstairs from his room.

He closed his eyes, settling under the blankets so he could try to do what Eddie wanted him to.

He drifted in and out, tired, but not quite enough to fall asleep all the way.

At some point, Eddie had made it back to the room and got in bed, his hand running through Steve’s hair gently.

“Eds?”

“It’s alright, Stevie. Your parents are gone. They won’t be back again for a while.”

“Mkay.”

He let himself drift again, safe with Eddie there.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #the party #hurt/comfort #hard of hearing steve harrington #visually impaired steve harrington #steve harrington has terrible parents #he also has migraines #but he also also has the kids and eddie #so thats a plus #requests #ficlet

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bigboysteveharrington · 2 years

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Steve tells everyone to stand on his his right side because it’s his “good side” but they all assume he’s being vain and thinks he looks best from that side and they crack jokes about it because they don’t realize that he’s really he’s saying that because his hearing is gone in his left ear and he only has peripheral vision on his right side

He leans into the misunderstanding and laughs along with everyone though because he prefers it that way and he prefers not worrying them so it stays a running joke to the point where his friends start unprompted going wait, let me stand on your good side sometimes and it’s all fun and games until shit hits the fan once again and Steve’s trying to play his protector role by putting himself between everyone else and the danger and he rushes to yell at all of them to get on his good side and when Dustin’s like “Steve, now’s not the time to worry about how you look”, Steve snaps back at him but his voice raises in pitch in panic as he insists “I can’t protect you if I can’t see or hear if something else is coming for you” and the kids are all shocked to find out what Steve’s good side actually means but they remember which side he means from all the joking around and they scramble over to it

Nancy, on the other hand, thinks that’s a stupid idea and that Steve not being able to tell if something is coming for them or him from that direction is all the more reason to cover that side herself, so she intentionally slides the opposite way of everyone else to take over that side and keep them all safe

The jokes stop after that, but they all stick to Steve’s right side even more now that they realize there’s an actual reason he wants them there

#I’m debating writing a fic about this and I could probably be tempted pretty easily #Might even end up writing it without tempting at some point #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #Nancy Wheeler #Stranger Things #ST4 #ST #hoh Steve Harrington #visually impaired Steve Harrington #hard of hearing Steve Harrington #Mine

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hargrove-mayfields · 1 year

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Teacher Steve x Guidance Counselor Billy!

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Steve is a substitute teacher in the education program for disabled children. Helping kids who don’t always get the assistance they need has always been his dream, at least ever since he was the one struggling to pass his classes because of the total lack of accommodations for autistic kids like himself in outdated Hawkins classrooms. Lucky for him, his husband by elopement Billy has the same dream, just for slightly different reasons that are more aligned with kids with behavioral issues being helped through their big emotions and talked to like human beings, so the two of them get to work at a school together in their new California town! (Also, if you peep closely at the edits, Steve is blind in one eye, and Billy is using a hearing aid because he’s hard of hearing!)

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #autistic steve harrington #visually impaired steve harrington #deaf billy hargrove #autistic billy hargrove #harringroveautismacceptance #billyhargroveautismacceptance #my moodboards #ej writer #for some reason tumblr made it blurry so click on the image for quality :)

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deadlydodos · 1 year

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I know we’re all a big fan of Steve teaching the kids how to cook, but consider: Steve teaching Max how to cook, specifically post-V4 blind Max how to cook.

Steve noticing how annoyed Max gets when people treat her like a baby after she gets released.

Steve trawling through the Hawkins library for books on accounts of visually impaired people learning how to cook, and when that turns up nothing (because it’s Hawkins, come on) driving up to Indianapolis to find some in a bigger library.

Steve helping Max memorise where everything is in the kitchen and always keeping everything in the same place to help her find things.

Steve buying specialist equipment when he comes across it and brushing it off whenever Max mentions it.

Steve teaching Max to identify by smell and taste and most of all how to be careful, but also self sufficient and not having to rely on other people more then she wants to because god knows this girl is a stubborn little firecracker who is adamant she can do things herself still.

But most of all, consider Steve teaching Max to regain confidence in herself and her abilities one dish at a time.

#mama steve #stranger things #steve harrington #max mayfield #cooking #visually impaired #blind!max mayfield #they deserve nice things your honour #This has been floating around my head as a fic idea for months but I’m not going to write it any time soon so here we are #go wild #The other kids get jealous that Max is getting so much Steve-time

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spookysweet-heart · 2 years

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Steve Harrington with a Visually Impaired Partner

As a Visually Impaired person I thought this would be cute to write. This doesn’t represent every Blind or Visually Impaired person. I‘m just writing my own experience with my disability for these head-cannons.

Steve first sees you when you walk into Family Video with your cane almost bumping into one of the cardboard displays. The door was a little hard to open with just one hand so you stumbled in apologizing.

Steve immediately helps you out telling you it's completely fine. He sort of stumbles over his words when he gets closer to you cause he thinks you're very cute.

He clears his throat and asks if he can help you with anything. When you tell him you want to look over the Horror section he’s quick to point out where it is. It takes you a second to look around and thats when Steve takes your arm in his.

"Sorry about that I wasn't thinking, let me show you exactly where."

Nodding you look up at him with a soft smile thanking him.

Steve couldn't help but grin like an idiot.

Standing in front of the aisle you run your fingers over the movie titles while leaning in closer to read them.

Steve just stares at you for a moment before he speaks up.

"So, you like horror movies?"

"I do! One of the few genres I can watch without straining my eyes."

"You can still see?" He pauses instantly registering what he just asked. "I-I mean I-"

It makes you giggle hearing him panic a little over this. But you've been asked these questions before so it's nothing new.

"Yeah I still have some vision but it's low. So things can look blurry or in bright places I just see white with outlines of my surroundings. I cant see things in dim lighting either but I still manage ya know?"

After that day, you stopped by Family Video every Friday to rent a new movie till you got the courage to ask Steve over for dinner and a movie at your place.

Steve was clueless, he didn't get that it was a date till Robin explained to him that you like him too. It had been a while since he had a proper date so he wanted to impress you even more.

It's been a couple of months since that night and you both are going strong in your relationship.

Steve is VERY protective of you.

He happily drives you around town whenever you want when he’s not working.

You love hanging out at family video before he gets off work. Not just to see Steve but to also talk to Robin.

Steve is very happy that you and Robin get along so well.

The kids were also very accepting of a new friend in the group. It was a rocky start though since they just stared at your cane or Dustin would ask something that seemed too personal.

You reassured Steve it was okay and that Dustin was genuinely curious. You are happy to answer anything the kids threw at you.

You became another parental figure in the group. Especially to Max.

Whenever you tell Steve you'd rather stay in than go out because your eyes have been hurting lately he’s completely okay with canceling the previous plans you two had.

Stays over and makes sure you relax, he'll give you head massages and kisses to help you feel better.

Steve is also super supportive. He helps you study for upcoming exams, if a professor gives you a hard time he would stand up for you cause he knows you don’t like confrontation.

Steve is always up for guiding you when you’re out and about. if you forget your sunglasses he’d lend you his pair so you won’t get tired easily while being out in the sun all day.

There's a point in your relationship where you two argue.

Steve is just worried about you because you got injured in a fall after he said he'd help you.

He ends up babying you because he feels guilty about it and doesn't see that it's bothering you a bit.

You tell him to stop when you got irritated since it felt like you couldn't do anything anymore. With Steve doing everything and being overprotective. It made you feel like a burden.

It took a day to cool off honestly.

Steve was the first one to apologize realizing he should let you do things on your own again. You apologize for going off on him about it, you knew you shouldn't have yelled at him.

Overall, you two understand each other's concerns and work through them.

Steve loves everything about you. He knows life can get difficult sometimes but he’s always there to fall back on.

He tries his best to be the greatest boyfriend he can be.

One of his favorite things to do with you is cook or bake. It's fun plus he knows whatever you two make you'd get to enjoy when it's done.

Steve's love language is gift giving and quality time so he buys you things that either remind him of you, things you mention you need so he surprises you with them, or the rare expensive gifts on your birthday or anniversary cause he wants to spoil you with them when he gets the chance.

Always makes time for you after work or on his days off.

You love those moments when you're both curled up in bed or on the couch and its just the two of you. Steve laying on your chest while you close your eyes and run your fingers through his hair.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #visually impaired! reader #blind reader #stranger things #headcannons

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englishrosewritings · 2 years

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Title: Three Outta Six Ain’t Bad

Main Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (Past), Steve Harrington/OFC, Mike Wheeler/Will Byers, Max Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Robin Buckley/Vickie

Tags: Future Fic (and Flashbacks) Bisexual Steve Harrington, Mom!Steve, Angst, Romance, Visual Impairments, M/M, F/M, F/F, Will Get Fruity Later On.

Rating: Mature

Summary: Do you ever wonder how long it takes to change your life? What measure of time is enough to be life altering? Is it four years like high school? One year? A unknowing length of time rock tour? Can your life change in a month, or a week, or a single day? We're always in a hurry to grow up, to go places, to get ahead. And when you're young, one hour can change everything.

Vecna was slain, Eddie survived and the rag tag team of teenagers and adults could finally breathe. In the words of Dustin, "And thus it was, the New Age of Hawkins began, and the Fellowship of the Upside Down, though eternally bound by friendship and love, was ended."

Eddie left Hawkins soon after the battle. Leaving a devastated Steve and Co. Four years is a lot of time, anything could happen. But now Eddie’s back- but where are Steve and Max?

Notes: HERE’S SOME SLIVERS OF AN IDEA I’M WORKING ON. PURE ANGST AND SADNESS AS WE LOVE. IT CAME IN A FEVER DREAM. ALSO MAX DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND FAMILY.

THOUGHTS?

“Where- where’s Harrington?” the question fell from his lips, looking around the older teens with slight confusion and realising he wasn’t the only one missing from the welcome party. Max was gone as well. “And Red?”

“Steve? Long gone, man.” Dustin spoke up, fidgeting a little in his seat as obvious discomfort flittered onto his face.

“Gone?” Eddie repeated, feeling a little stumped. Did something happen? Was there another round of the upside down he hadn’t known about on his travels?

Mike nodded alongside Dustin, his arm tightening around Will’s shoulder. “Yeah, he left not long after you.”

“Max went with him.” Lucas added, looking downcast at the knowledge of it.

Eddie felt a wave of sadness hit him, his confusion building on why he had left and taken Max and no one else. It fell into an uneasy silence, Eddie’s right hand swivelling a ring on his left as his mind was full of thoughts on why. And as if they could read his mind, his thought track was interrupted-

“What did you expect dude?! You just left-”

“Dustin-” Will kicked him harshly under the table, shaking his head furiously to get him to shut up.

“No- No I won’t. Sorry not sorry, he’s gotta hear it-”

Mike groaned as Will ran a hand over his face. Lucas had become intensely interested in the pattern of the table top as Eddie’s eyes darted between the boys quickly.

“-Hear what?” Eddie could feel the heat of eyes on him, anxiety beginning to build in him alongside an anger at Dustin- the once quiet fourteen-year-old who had idolised him now a taller, moodier eighteen year old with an apparent grudge. What had happened to the quick as a whip smarty pants who had looked up to Eddie?

The look he was shot was full of revulsion as Dustin threw up his hands.

“You’re the reason he left!”

Meanwhile:

March 1990 - Thousand Oaks, Ventura County, California.

Sunlight drifted into the kitchen, Waiting For A Star To Fall gently trilling from the radio as he made his way around the kitchen. A melodic hum came from his mouth as he placed two plastic plates in front of the awaiting grabbing hands of two little boys.

"Bananas for Wesley, Strawberries for Theodore- your meals are served young sirs." he teased, giving them a large, over-exaggerated bow as giggles followed.

"No fighting, okay? You both have the same amount of waffle- what do we say?" he prodded, raising a brow.

"Sank you, daddy."

"Tanks."

Steve beamed, before turning his back and picking up another much larger plate. He put it on the breakfast counter before pouring himself some coffee. Mornings were part of his favourite time before the hectic day started and his household was all over the place.

The time for reflection and silent thoughts, enjoying the moment he found himself in and nothing made his morning more than seeing his boys. Already dressed in matching shorts and Ocean Pacific t-shirts -a gift from Argyle and Jonathan for their third birthday- happily shoving fruit in their mouths and sipping juice.

"Mmm, there better be some for me." a voice came behind him, making him swivel his torso to take in the sight of Tiffany standing there with a grin. His own grew as he handed over the cup gladly. "Morning, sweetheart. How'd you sleep?" he asked, before grabbing another mug for himself.

She smiled her thanks, taking a grateful sip as she ruffled the boy's hair. "Extremely well. Certainly makes a change from other times-" she pointed to the boys with a chuckle.

It certainly was rough in the beginning, there had been many sleepless nights, and the terrible twos of the constant waking and running around their bedroom and refusing to rest had definitely caused Steve's first grey hair.

But in their three-year mark, it seemed routine was now beginning to take effect. "Well, I'm glad you got some rest. There are waffles if you want some and fresh fruit-"

"-You know you're doing my jobs, right? I should be making breakfast and getting these two knuckleheads ready for pre-k." she insisted, despite walking over and sliding beside him to grab a waffle and a spoonful of strawberries.

"Yes, but I was up early and thought I would treat you. Problem?" he countered, taking a sip of his coffee as his other arm came up to wrap around her shoulders.

"I mean, I'm not complaining. It certainly makes my morning easier." she replied, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

"Oh- heads up incoming-" as she spoke, he felt a piece of banana hit his cheek and he pulled away from Tiffany with a bemused look towards the boys.

"Really Wes?" he was met with raucous laughter and even Tiffany let out a snort. He rolled his eyes, wiping a thumb across his cheek to remove the sticky sweetness from his skin. "I heard banana is really good as a face mask, they're just trying to make their daddy even prettier, isn't that right boys?" they were met with amused nods, little teeth showing mashed up food.

"I'll allow it because I am indeed pretty." he muttered, preening just a little.

"Ugh, don't feed that ego please- his head is big enough as it is." another voice joined them and Steve looked over to the latest arrival, a fond smile on his face despite the mean dig as Max walked further into the kitchen.

"Morning grumpy head." he greeted, eyes remaining on her and watching her navigate her way towards the breakfast counter.

“Waffles on the left hand side, strawberries and blueberries on the right and syrup is to the left of you.” Max threw a smile in his direction, hand coming out to gently wrap around the indicated syrup bottle as her other felt around for the edge of the plate. “Thanks, Steve.” she added, generously pouring it over the waffle stack before placing it back on the counter-top once she had judged the distance.

“I’m going to drop you off today, I need to give the office your robe size- are you alright coming home by yourself? If not, I can get Tiffany to pick you up. You don't mind, do you?” Tiffany shook her head.

"Nah, it's fine. I have errands to run but it won't take too long." Max nodded, using a fork to pierce some of the fruit. “Yeah, I can manage. I have my stick. I got this, mom.” She teased, shoving the fork into her mouth and sliding the fruit off, chewing happily.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Steve muttered darkly, walking over and placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “Oh please, I don’t even need to see to know you stand at school with your hands on your hips- probably tap your foot and jingle your keys whenever you’re waiting for me. Proper mom vibe.” She continued, before popping in another mouthful as Tiffany stifled her laugh.

“If I’m the mom then Tiff is going to have to settle into being the dad. I’m not sure how that won’t screw with the twin’s head.” He added with a chuckle. “They’ll cope. It’s not as if we’re the most conventional. Even if on paper I am your daughter. Still weird as hell, not going to lie-”

It was weird. At least in Steve’s eyes to begin with.

TBC.

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #max mayfield #lumax #rose writings #work in progress #//what even is this #//i'll try writing three chapters before posting to give more detail #//this is going to get very angsty and gay

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theupsidedowndoll · 1 year

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About the Doll:

Commissions: Open, Details or see link at the bottom of post.

Names: Doll, Ary, A, most terms of endearment or pet names are also fine.

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: 25 => 26

Zodiac: Taurus, Sun: Taurus, Moon: Libra, Rising: Taurus

16 Personalities: INFJ-T: “Advocates gravitate toward work as counselors, therapists, psychologists, social workers, teachers, yoga instructors, and spiritual leaders. They may enjoy service industry positions that allow them to interact directly and build genuine relationships with their customers. Careers in health care can also be rewarding options, including occupations such as nursing, physical or occupational therapy, medicine, nutrition, or more holistic paths such as acupuncture.”

Education: Eventually going back to school for Paralegal studies and Massage Therapy, early Human Services training completed, Early Childhood and Psychology independently studied

Personality: Mom/Dad friend (have adopted younger friends, will do again), neurodivergent, omnisexual, gender fluid, polyamorous (exercised only when partner is consenting), Borderline Personality (pardon my mental illness)

Hobbies: Writing (original and fanfiction), Visual Art (original, fan pieces, portrait, character, still life, traditional, digital), Reading, Knitting (not very well), Fairy/Wiccan Bottles (very proud, will sell customs)

Belief Systems: Ars Goetian (Astaroth, Mammon, Asmodeus, Lilith, Beelzebub), Norse (Loki, Thor), Greek (Athena)

Interesting Tidbits:

Top 5 ships: Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson), Hannigram (Hannibal Lector x Will Graham), Frenchie x Kimiko, Rin x Bon, Stilly (Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove- under Alternate Universe Billy redemption head canons only- we do not stan racism or anything of the like in this family)

Last Song Listened to: Sing to Me by Missio for Death Stranding Timefall

Last Game Played: Cult of the Lamb and God Of War 4 (First Norse installation)

Last Movie Watched: actual = The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, YouTube= Sam and Colby’s The Conjuring House (paranormal investigations)

Currently Watching: Stranger Things (re-watch all seasons), The Boys (re-watch all seasons)

Currently Reading: Fanfiction mostly (last read: Can’t Fight This Feeling by thatbitttchbeanie on A03), In Search Of and Other Stories by Will Ludwigsen (I have a signed copy from a writer’s workshop at a university that is in the lap of a haunted porcelain doll I bought from a secondhand/thrift shop)

Collections: Tangled/Rapunzel dolls (i.e.: Disney Masquerade edition, Disney 10 year anniversary, porcelain variations), Porcelain dolls, dead moths (ethically collected post mortem), dried flowers, four eyes tees/shirts from Spencers, stones (ex: aventurine, Opal, and more)

Tattoos: moon and stars below corner of my right eye, a giant chest piece of a tree of life with a Celtic knot shamrock as the trunk and Aurora borealis behind it, left hip has Sans the skeleton with an echo flower crown and two Gaster blasters one on each side of him, right hip has Rin Okumora with Kuro, neck right side has a little water color fox

Piercings: nose on the right side (current), belly button (former, rejection from agitation- hit it with too many boxes while working order fulfillment), snake bites (former, took out for a surgery but holes closed before I could get the jewelry back in)

Other Appearance Facts: fun size/short, somewhat visually impaired (glasses/contacts at high strength)

Stories I’ve Written:

Master Post

I love to interact! Send Asks and Requests!

#about my life #about me #my bio #about the blogger #about the user #about the doll

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thestrangest-doll-inthe-valley · 2 years

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About the Doll:

Commissions: Open, Details or see link at the bottom of post.

Names: Doll, Ary, A, most terms of endearment or pet names are also fine if we are mutuals with some DM contact

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: 26 ==> 27 🥲😞

Zodiac: Taurus, Sun: Taurus, Moon: Libra, Rising: Taurus

Education: Eventually going back to school for Paralegal studies and Massage Therapy, early Human Services training completed, Early Childhood and Psychology independently studied, Registered Behavior Tech certified (I help individuals with Autism acquire and improve life skills)

Belief Systems: Ars Goetian (Lucifer, Astaroth, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub), Norse (Loki, Thor), Greek (Athena)

Interesting Tidbits:

Top 5 ships: Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson), Hannigram (Hannibal Lector x Will Graham), Denji x Power (Chainsaw Man)- I will argue endlessly don’t try to tell me I’m wrong, Geto Suguro x Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen), Rin x Bon

Other Ships: Stilly (Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove- under Alternate Universe Billy redemption head canons only- we do not stan racism or anything of the like in this family)

Last Song Listened to: Frog by Cavetown

Last Movie Watched: actual = The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, YouTube= Sam and Colby’s The Conjuring House (paranormal investigations)

Currently Watching: Stranger Things (re-watch all seasons), The Boys (re-watch all seasons)

Currently Reading: Chainsaw Man (manga), Fanfiction mostly (last read: Can’t Fight This Feeling by thatbitttchbeanie on A03), In Search Of and Other Stories by Will Ludwigsen (I have a signed copy from a writer’s workshop at a university that is in the lap of a haunted porcelain doll I bought from a secondhand/thrift shop)

Other Appearance Facts: fun size/short, somewhat visually impaired (glasses/contacts at high strength)

Links:

Stories I’ve Written: Master Post

I love to interact! Send Asks and Requests!

#about the author #about myself #about moi #about my interests #about me

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ao3feed-harringrove · 4 years

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drive to the ocean

https://ift.tt/2ugy57D

by LoversAntiquities

Three months after Starcourt and a month after being released from the hospital, Billy can't breathe. Steve leaves the mall with his sights on a better future, but the lingering trauma leaves him with a blind eye and no hope. They aren't friends, not by a longshot. But maybe, through the worst of it all, they can start over and learn to heal, one step at a time.

Words: 9936, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Susan Hargrove, Robin Buckley

Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Post-Season/Series 03, Road Trips, Neil Hargrove's A+ Parenting, visual impairment, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Slow Build, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, POV Billy Hargrove, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ugy57D

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy/steve #stranger things

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ao3feed-strangerthings · 4 years

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drive to the ocean

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ugy57D

by LoversAntiquities

Words: 9936, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Susan Hargrove, Robin Buckley

Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ugy57D

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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Request: comedian steve.... That is all comedian Steve making fun of his trauma (his non existent relationship with his parents, his loss of hearing and near blindness due to head trauma Drew Lynch-style) & Eddie his husband watching from the audience seeing his man be hilarious, joyful and playful with the crowd & at the end of the show he thanks the crowd & his sweet husband who is also in the crowd for being the best audience

MY LOVE!!! Honestly I REALLY loved this concept. I am not a comedian, so this was a challenge for sure. I hope this hits all the best parts of the request! - Mickala ❤️

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“Please welcome to the stage…Steeeeeeve Harringtoooooon!”

The audience of nearly 10,000 cheered as he took the stage, waving at the people he could barely see with the lights in his face.

One of his requirements for performing was orange lights instead of LED ones, but for his special, he had to make adjustments.

It was one of the things he was most nervous about.

That and the fact that this crowd was the largest audience he’d ever been in front of.

Most people did their comedy special recordings in smaller theaters, maxed out at 2500 people.

But he knew the demand was high, and he loved being on stage in front of people, so he insisted on an arena.

There were at least four cameras in his direct line of sight, stationary to record the entire set from every angle. Two circled the side stage and one was backstage as backup for any close ups that needed to be arranged.

It felt weird, but he was excited to finally get the chance to do this.

“Hello! Hi everyone! Okay, okay, we get it! My hearing aid has feedback, let’s take a second before I end up worse than I started,” he half-joked.

The crowd slowed in their clapping, their laughter echoing instead.

He continued with his usual welcome, but took a moment to explain the recording of the special, that it would be a longer show than usual and may end up having a couple of breaks throughout for the camera people to make sure they’ve got what they need.

“It’s a bit of a drag, but you know what else is a drag? Not even being able to see most of these people with the cameras.” He paused for a moment to squint out at the crowd. “As you can imagine, having a series of concussions in a short time period makes a person have some issues, least of which is trying to determine if it’s a person behind the camera or a cryptid. If it’s a cryptid, I assume you’d all tell me. I know my husband would. Everyone say ‘hi, Eddie!’”

The entire audience yelled it out, and Steve focused his sights on Eddie sitting with the kids on the closest suite balcony to him.

“I can’t even tell if that’s you, baby. But if it isn’t, I hope you don’t get mad that I just called someone else baby. You know if you’re more than eight feet from me there’s a good chance I’m going home with someone else on accident.” He heard everyone laughing, but the arena was large and he couldn’t pinpoint Eddie’s laugh over everyone. “Actually, let me talk about that for a second. Eddie plays in a metal band for fun, which is not kind to the ears, but thankfully, I can shut my hearing aids off.” He smirked. “And usually he plays at small bars and clubs. It’s super easy for me to be a groupie because no one in those bars has a sense of humor.”

The crowd laughs as he continues his story about the time he lost a contact at a show and started holding hands with someone who was very much not Eddie.

“...I hope Chris is doing well. He never returned my calls.” He can hear booing from where Eddie is sitting. “As you can tell, my husband isn’t a big fan of that one.”

He moves through his set easily, forgetting about the people, the cameras, even able to focus on a spot where the lights aren’t quite as blinding.

Someone signals him at the one hour mark to let him know they need to review a few shots before continuing, so he lets the audience know they have time to take a bathroom break.

He moves backstage and grabs some Tylenol from his bag. He knows what’s coming and if he can just try to wrap this all up with a nice bow, he can go back to the hotel with Eddie and sleep for the next 12-16 hours before they fly home.

He made the mistake of checking Twitter. He pretty much only went on there to announce things like his tours or pop-up shows, but he occasionally scrolled when he was trying to kill time.

He got tagged in posts often, usually pictures from shows or people meeting him on the street. He liked seeing people enjoying his comedy.

But he did get the rude people, too.

There were the usual homophobic people, the religious cult people who thought he should die because he had a husband. He ignored those easily.

There were the people who didn’t think he was funny and frequently said so as loudly as possible because it made them sleep better, maybe.

But then there were the people who didn’t think he should get to make a living making jokes about his own disabilities. Most of these people did not have any of the same disabilities he lived with, so he didn’t pay much attention.

Except when it was a series of brand new Tweets that were from someone in the audience.

Oh boy.

It wasn’t great.

He could ignore it. He should ignore it. But he wouldn’t.

He was told they were ready to go when he was, so he pocketed his phone and went back onstage.

The crowd cheered again.

He pulled out his phone and sat down on the stool they provided him.

“So! Normally during this part of the show, I tell a story about the time I was babysitting and I had a seizure and the kid called 911 and told them I shit myself. His words, not mine. I also hadn’t done that, I think he just wanted an excuse to say it. But it does seem like there’s someone here tonight who just isn’t very happy about the jokes I tell.”

The crowd booed, not at him, but with him and he knew Eddie was probably sitting on the edge of his seat at this change in his routine.

“Now, forgive me, because my parents weren’t great at being parents and I am self-taught when it comes to manners, but I do believe this is gonna be a bit of a call out and if the person here didn’t want attention they wouldn’t have put it on a very public form of social media and tagged me. Already sorry to this dude for what’s coming, but also not too sorry because you fucked up.”

He sighed as he opened up the app again and started reading the Tweets.

“Steve Harrington’s only material relies on how disabled he is, which is insulting to people who have disabilities. He stands up on a stage and makes fun of himself- okay wait. I have to stop here for a second because you do know that’s what comedy is, right? I mean, it’s more than that, too, but it’s about finding humor in your own life. That’s kinda the point.” He sighed. “Continuing on. Makes fun of himself as if he may not even be disabled. He doesn’t sound like someone struggling with anything. Also can’t imagine his husband is too happy hearing about how he doesn’t even recognize him.”

Steve looked out at the audience and sighed into the microphone.

“There’s a few more but you get it. And I do see this kind of stuff often, so it doesn’t bother me much anymore. But what gets me is that by trying to insinuate that I am insulting other disabled people, you’re insulting them and myself by suggesting that they can’t have a sense of humor about their disabilities. Humor is how I handle my disabilities. I’m hard of hearing, severely vision impaired, I have seizures and chronic migraines that sometimes leave me with stroke symptoms. On really bad days, I walk with a limp because of an injury to my side and leg when I was a teenager. I understand what you think you’re doing with this, but you missed the mark. Anyone can make fun of themselves in any way they want to. I don’t generalize, or bring up other people without their consent. I find it refreshing to be able to talk about the humor that exists when I don’t recognize someone I’ve known for ten years because my vision is so shitty. And trust me, he does too.”

Steve put his phone back in his pocket and stood up.

“Actually, everyone be quiet for a second. Eddie, stand up. I won’t know when he does so someone tell me.”

He looked in the direction of where he knew Eddie would be and saw just enough movement to know he was standing. Then he heard Dustin start cheering, and the crowd joined in.

“Alright. Now, Eddie here is disabled in other, equally fun ways. Wanna tell ‘em, baby?”

“First of all, I lost a nipple! I only have one nipple!” Eddie yelled.

“Eds, that’s not a disability. I’ve told you this.”

“I’ll never be able to breastfeed our children, Stevie.”

Steve facepalmed onstage, only allowing this to continue because the crowd was hysterical.

“Alright, tell them the rest.”

“I have to walk with a cane because of injuries I’ve had to my side and leg. I have chronic pain because of those same injuries. And I lost my sense of smell, which isn’t so much a disability as an inconvenience, but it sure is a hell of an inconvenience.”

“So, I’m sure this person is just uncomfortable with people accepting their own disabilities. It’s not up to me to make you okay with it, it’s up to you. Also, you already bought your ticket to be here so I kind of win no matter what.”

The crowd was clapping and yelling, supporting him in the best way.

“Alright, enough about me, let’s talk more about me.”

The rest of his set was everything he’d been doing on his tour so far, and nothing out of the ordinary happened.

They had to reshoot one of the last jokes because the main camera stopped working halfway through, but luckily, the crowd found it just as funny the second time.

“Thank you all! You’ve been great! Not as great as my husband, but pretty damn close.”

The entire arena gave him a standing ovation, and he took a few extra seconds on stage to soak it in.

His first recorded special.

He looked up towards where he knew Eddie was.

He didn’t need good vision to know how much Eddie was smiling at him, how proud he was.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #request #hard of hearing steve harrington #visually impaired steve harrington #disabled steve harrington

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hargrove-mayfields · 1 year

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New Hellcheergroveton Au ~~ Short Chapter Fic Coming Soon!

Premise: In a Post-Vecna world, Billy recently started using a cane to help with his developing mobility issues, while Steve, his boyfriend with partial vision loss, chronic migraines, and a TBI that affects his speech, has thought of a plan to help Billy feel more comfortable using it. That plan happens to involve Chrissy, who is blind, and Eddie, who is hard of hearing and uses mobility aids as well (a decked out, fully customized rollator or a wheelchair of the same punkness usually) to manage his fibromyalgia. Secretly they’re all definitely crushing on each other.

Small Preview of Chapter 1 below the cut:

His solution comes in the form of one Chrissy Cunningham.

Ever since she barely survived Vecna crumpling her like a paper ball, her vision never came back. They pinned together her bones and wired her jaw until it healed, but they can’t exactly get her new eyes that aren’t bloodshot and clouded milky-white. So she walks with a cane. It has a little round circle on the end to roll and feel more accurately where she’s going. She likes it better than the hard-ended tapping cane they gave her first.

And that’s a whole revelation.

A cane. Billy can use a cane.

He asks Eddie to arrange a ride for him, and the next day they’re at the pharmacy (thanks to Wayne. Billy loves that guy) buying him an adjustable, pretty cheap cane. There’s a choice between a harsh, eye-burning blue color that reminds him just a little too much of his old junked car, or a plain black one. It’s a pretty easy choice.

He’s just a little bummed that the one he gets is so… boring.

Billy’s second revelation comes in the form of Eddie Munson.

Why it didn’t come to him sooner, he isn’t sure. Eddie was literally there with him the day he got the damn cane. In his wheelchair. Totally decked out in patches and spikes and stickers.

Customized mobility aids. Billy didn’t even know that was a thing!

Well, obviously he did, but he didn’t think that was an option for him. Eddie Munson is so much cooler than him. They both went through hell, but only one of them had come out the other side passionately fighting against the systems that would make it impossible to pay for their meds and their aids were it not for the liability payouts they were owed by the assholes who made the monsters that tried to kill them. Billy admires the social reform shit Eddie gets up to in his free time, when the spoon drawer isn’t empty.

He calls it Cripple Punk. It’s a whole thing. Billy doesn’t like that word so much, but he likes Eddie a lot, and he likes what he stands for too. And honestly, he kinda likes the idea of having spikes on his cane like Eddie has on the back of his chair.

Just the idea makes Billy feel badass too and not so much like somebody’s old granny.

#c slur tw #reclaimed ableist language #hellcheergroveton #hellcheer #harringrove #my moodboards #my writing #ej writer #disabled billy hargrove #disabled steve harrington #disabled eddie munson #disabled chrissy cunningham #pardon my visually impaired ass for flaws in the edits for the moodboard or quality disparities #(that’s why I’m making these au hehe)#oh and also #i plan on adding alt text for the moodboard when I have more spoons btw #no promises on how soon the fic will start releasing but it should be before the start of the next hg week

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spookysweet-heart · 4 years

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Masterlist:

NateWantsToBattle Egos

Phantom:

Date With A Phantom

Date With A Phantom (Revisited)

Relationship Ask Meme With Phantom

A Gentle Touch

Forever And Always

Unexpected Change

How Scared Are You?

Told Ya So

Paint You Wings

Can We Talk?

Dream Boy

Evergreen

Natpai:

A Magical Type Of Love

Relationship Ask Meme With Natpai

A Winter Friend

Movie Date

Echo:

Trick Or Treat?

Natemare:

A Sweet Christmas

Rainy Days

The First Of Many

Relationship Ask Meme With Natemare

Take A Break

Killer Date

Don’t Board It Up

The Truth In The Shadows P.1

The Truth In The Shadows P.2

The Truth In The Shadows P.3

Objective One: Escape The City

Fruit Roll Ups

Natewolf:

A Little Holiday Love

Heathen:

Snowy Confessions

Bones:

Overdrive

The Shower Scene

Battle Egos:

Happy Birthday!!!

One, Two, a Scare Is Coming For You

Scream AU:

When A Stranger Calls

Psycho

Vacancy

Circus Of Souls:

Just Another Runaway?

Freakshow

Holloway Sisters:

Marie Holloway:

Daydreaming

Band AU:

Born For This

Reshape The Past

All or Nothing

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington:

Sweet Kisses

A Punch To The Face

Steve Harrington with a Visually Impaired Partner

Nancy Wheeler:

A Christmas Surprise

This Side Of Paradise

Nancy Wheeler with a Visually Impaired Partner

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff:

Caught In A Spiders Web

Peter Parker:

The Truth

Flowers

We Have To Stop Meeting Like This

Here For You

A Little Too Much

Pietro Maximoff:

Slow Down

Resident Evil

Leon S. Kennedy:

Road Trip

First Date?

The Morning After

Date Night

A Night To Remember

Unexpected Sight

Worries For Another Day

Relationship Ask Meme With Leon S. Kennedy

A Night In

Drunk And In Love

Rainy Day Cuddles

You’re Perfect To Me

Facial Hairs

Cliche?

A Chance Encounter

Claire Redfield:

Rookie To The Rescue

Sign The Line?

Relationship Ask Meme With Claire Redfield

Picnic Date

The Fateful Meeting

Calm Before The Storm

Lady Dimitrescu:

My Special Girl

Beetlejuice!:

Lydia Deetz:

Polar Opposites

A Spooky Night With You

The Little Devil

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist Part 1

Beetlejuice:

An Unusual Birthday

Julie and The Phantoms:

Sing To Me

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