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Steve’s two beers deep on the Munson couch. And Eddie’s next to him even more wasted; three beers, a couple shots of vodka, and the last quarter of a joint from a different time they hung out all swimming in his system. They’re watching some…some movie, it’s unclear which one it is in the slow to glaze vision he’s sporting. All he knows is this: the couch is sinking slowly under both their heavy bodies, Wayne should probably get somebody to fix the leak in the trailer’s bathroom, and Eddie’s extremely clingy when inebriated. Not that that’s a bad thing, per se, just…unexpected.
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What if I gave Eddie Munson internalized homophobia as a treat?- Language:
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14 Jun 2025
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He’ll be the battered copy of a book people are too scared to read—in fear the pages will tear. Just the same paperback, wrinkled with signs of reading, yellowing with years of just enough love to keep the words fresh. And maybe those words will be enough to help the both of them sleep, just a little while longer, just until the bedside lightbulb burns clear out
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Tequila Sunrise by hitlikehammers for starryeyedjanai
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
04 Jul 2024
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He doesn’t know how the fuck he got here. At a very nice bar in a very nice restaurant. Sitting alone.
Or well: he knows. It’s more that he can’t believe he let it happen.
Again.
But Steve's got his iron-clad reason to shut this blind date shit down once and for all, now: twenty minutes late is beyond the fashionable threshold, particularly for this kind of set up, and Steve's out of his drink, so he moves to gesture the bartender over to pay but—
"Another for the handsome nobleman,” and this guy two stools down gestures first, and says it with a stilted lilt that’s somehow not disingenuous; "whom I say doth sit alone beyond comprehension."
Steve stares wordless for a second because, outside of that weird fucking Renaissance Fair thing the kids dragged him to, he’s never heard anyone talk like that. Definitely not in the middle of Midtown, with a distinct lack of turkey legs in sight.
But then the man starts again, something close to bashful when he clears his throat and asks:
“Perhaps this very handsome nobleman would also enjoy some company,” and his tone’s not even playing coy for the hope in it:
“Even if only that of a humble bard, such as myself?”
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04 Jul 2024
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it’s not too soon because it feels like every single goddamn thing he’s waited for his whole life, beating and clinging and gasping and melding into place finally, finally because it’s…everything. This is everything.
They are everything.
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Eddie goes to see The Princess Bride when it comes out in 1987—and it’s a tentative thing, still, between him and Steve; they haven’t named it, but their hands still brush in the space between their seats, and really if Eddie were pushed, he’d say that they both know exactly what they’re heading towards, that they’re just floating between the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.
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23 May 2024
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“Farm boy,” he murmurs, when the movie’s over, smiling because the great, terrible story is done, and he is here; he is here. “Take me home?”
Steve smiles back, winks out the corner of his eye. “As you wish.”
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He must have zoned out for a couple seconds, because Eddie’s standing now. Watching fondly.
“If you’re tired,” Eddie says quietly, “you should sleep.”
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22 May 2024
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Oh, you love me, Steve thinks.
It’s a thought that drifts in, honeyed and slow, like it’s really been there all along—that perhaps before, in the white-knuckled days of survival, he was too afraid for it. Did not have room to feel it.
Steve’s eyes close.
He falls asleep so completely, knowing that Eddie will still be there, that time isn’t running out anymore; he can stay right where he is. He has room to breathe, to just be—room for the next thought, the next moment, for every moment to come.
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warm comes the night by hitlikehammers for LexiRoseWrites
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
25 Jan 2024
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It’s not like the nightmares are, y’know: something new.
What’s new is the way he wakes up from them.
It’s still a gasping thing, with his heart shot up past the base of his throat more near his tonsils or some shit, somewhere he can almost taste it like metal and the sour tang of fear as it rattles and shakes and pounds, like his chest’s caving in on itself and that’s all normal, that’s all stuff he knows and—
“-ve you,” but now there’s a sound on the periphery of his awareness, sneaking in the almost-nonexistent space between his hammering pulse but he grabs for it, because something in him knows it’s important: the most important.
He follows it in between the beating, risks getting crushed if he fails here, too, and—
“Love you,” Steve hears more clearly, all of a sudden, and he feels hands on him, running smooth and swift courses up and down his arms; then he also feels lips, he can feel the words as motion against his body almost more than he can pick out the sound: “love you, love you, love you,” and now he knows it, now that his vision clears as it adjusts to the darkness and he sees him: Eddie.
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25 Jan 2024
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“Four things you can touch?” and this man, this man, has the audacity to distract Steve from his nightmares, and his racing heart, and his useless lungs, and the laundry, by slipping his hands back up—again, never once breaking contact, never once even close—but slipping those spindly-perfect fingers back up to full on tangle in Steve’s sweaty bedhead and—
Diabolical. Fucking…
Fucking beloved.
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they're going to send us to prison for jerks by greatunironic
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
01 Jan 2024
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GARETH 11.46am
it’s been like five hours
should we do a welfare check on him?JEFF 11.47 am
why? you think it’s possible to die from jerking it too much?GARETH 11.47am
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02 Jan 2024
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JEFF 10.45am
[ANTM model crying and pumping fist gif]
he did it
he really did it
is this what it’s like watching your kid walk for the first time
wow this is a weird time to realize i think i’m ready to be a parent
no one tell heatherEDDIE 10.55am
first of all his name is steve
second of all i’m definitely telling heather for your sins
and third of all i did not fuck him this weekendJEFF 10.56am
never have i risen to such heights only to be so brutally punched in the throatEDDIE 10.58am
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just a little longer... by cheshiredog for RedLegumes
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
15 Dec 2023
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“You have to pick a heart.” Steve’s voice emerges raspier than intended.
Everything in him clenches as Eddie reaches into the box. He doesn’t dig around, just plucks a satin heart from the top.
“Not that one,” Steve says.
Eddie squints. “What are you up to, you little incubus? There’s a correct heart?”
“You’ll know it when you see it.”
Steve’s plan for his anniversary with Eddie goes exactly as planned—and then maybe a little off the rails. As a treat.
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15 Dec 2023
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When Steve offers Eddie’s bear to him and looks expectantly at the heart still in his palm, Eddie hesitates. “Do you have a sharpie?”
Steve frowns but hunts one down while Eddie fishes another heart from the box. Back turned, he hunches over whatever he’s devising. Steve tries peeking over his shoulder, but before he can get a glimpse, Eddie swings around. Two hearts lie in his palm. One stitched with Steve’s messy embroidery, the other sporting a splotchy, black YES.
Eddie extends the second heart to Steve with a wink. “Now the bears are married too.”
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Steve’s holding Eddie’s hand—limp, the blood’s not even sticky anymore, his rings are caked, glued to his frigid skin; but Steve can’t help it.
He can’t not hold Eddie’s hand.
“Are you ready to accept the evidence in front of you?”
No. No he’s not because if he accepts it, then it’s true. If he accepts this then—
“You lost, Steven,” and Vecna comes to him as a flickering thing in his vision, half veined and vine-riddled, monstrous, and half a thin blond man: same monster in a different suit.
The shuddering image of him looks like bad reception on a television screen: that’s honestly maybe more terrifying than either on its own but.
Steve thinks he’s kind of beyond terror.
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In which they lose the final standoff. Everyone’s gone. Vecna has Steve at his mercy. And it’s all Steve’s fault, he wasn’t enough, he failed them all—
But being at Vecna’s mercy means maybe…nothing’s as it seems.
By default.
(Or: Steve gets Vecna'd. All bets are off.)
UPDATE: now with one of the kids having a say for themselves about the prospect of losing Steve.
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15 Dec 2023
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She focuses back in; Eddie’s singing, seems so deliberate as he only sings the first half of every line, the repeated part—turn around bright eyes—then gives himself over to the chorus, editing one line, without you I’d be falling apart, and he sings it brighter himself, louder as he tweaks it to now I hold my love through the dark with resolve and devotion when he sets the guitar on his lap and leans to brush Steve’s hair behind his ear; it’s already there but it looks like Eddie needs the contact as he hums between the words keeping up constant, constant sound because Vecna hates noise, and Eddie is dead-set, whole-on-bound like his heart’s tied up in Steve’s too, like he’ll die trying if he doesn’t succeed because that’s the only other option.
“Plus, y’know, that one was from me,” Eddie coughs a little around tuning for the next song, humming between the words; “I sang to him from the deck.”
Robin blinks; if Eddie doesn’t know their story with this song, she sure as hell doesn’t know this story—how does she not know this story?
“Like,” she clears her throat hoping her voice will sound just a tiny bit less rough if she does but: no such luck; “like you serenaded him?”
“Mmm,” Eddie nods, distracted as he takes the guitar back in hand; “for our anniversary,” he chuckles, low and faint and a little dark, a lot desperate as he stares at Steve with that unblinking focus: “it’s about vampires, the song, it’s like actually about fucking vampires and since, y’know, the bats?”
“Romantic,” Robin says, half halfassed-deadpan because she’s skeptical that’s what that song’s about, but more-than-half-somehow, like, actually impressed.
“On so many levels,” Eddie almost smiles, but mostly it’s…it’s like just feeling coming out of his eyes as he watches Steve with such…such love, god, how’d she think it was a lesser love before right now? How’d she end up worrying Steve might get hurt, how’d she imagine they were still growing into what they had, into feeling like this?
“I think part of me was testing him, like one last time, just to be sure he knew what he was getting into,” Eddie almost whispers through the bridge, almost like he hears Robin’s thoughts, just for different reasons; “even if we’d already made it a whole year, best goddamn year of my life, but I think some little shred of me wanted to be sure,” then Eddie’s eyes soften, oh, oh no: they don’t just soften. They don’t just soften, they start to fill, they start to shimmer and his whisper gets more hoarse:
“He dueted it with me halfway through,” and Robin hiccups, choked wet and ugly around memories where Eddie’s voice scratches from the base of his throat, maybe somewhere deeper, and it sounds sacred almost, like it’s intimate and maybe Robin shouldn’t even hear it but she’s the only one awake to catch the words; “never stopped smiling and then I couldn’t either, because,” and there’s no other words to be said for it; Steve like that is infectious in the best way; “then he told me to meet him at the door because dinner was getting cold.”
Robin doesn’t get it until Eddie plays the notes through an extra time, just so he can explain it, breathless:
“He knew I’d be there,“ Eddie says like it’s everything; “he believed in me, like it was a matter of fact, and whatever shred of me thought he might need an out?” Eddie shakes his head with a little hint of a smile, so much longing Robin almost cried some more, like, new tears; “whatever was there that doubted any part of this, of us, it just like, shriveled up between packing up my guitar and kissing him once the door was closed,” Eddie gasps a little around his next breath, like his lungs are too tight, and hell if Robin doesn’t blow straight past ‘a little’ with her own gasping, just. Just.
Shit.
“He believed in me, where I was always believing in him but it didn’t,” Eddie hums but more in, like, a way to keep his lips from parting around something else, something primal; more to keep something vital from shattering and spilling forth; “it didn’t even occur to me? To be believed in, like that?”
And oh. Oh, yes; that. Robin knows that feeling, in her own way; they might love him different but she kind of thinks there’s something in it, most of what’s in it even, that’s exactly the same.
Steve’s Eddie’s everything. Steve’s Eddie’s different-flavor of soulmate.
All possible doubting she may have still held for that fact dissolves, just like that.
“But that’s what we are, y’know?” Eddie breathes, running the closing notes slow but strong, drawn out, defiant. “We believe in each other.”
Eddie nods to himself before slipping seamlessly into the next song, murmuring like it’s just them two and…yeah.
Robin sees it so freaking clear: it’s them two, here. Just them, Eddie’s heart splayed out and…and vulnerable and spilling everything its got, everything he’s got, to save the man he loves.
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start by pulling him out of the fire by pricklywhicket
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
20 Dec 2023
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Eddie Munson died on March 27th, 1986.
This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
No, wait. That’s not right. That’s Hitchhiker's Guide. Or was it Restaurant at the End of the Universe? Whatever, not important.
Eddie Munson died on March 27th, 1986.
Except…he didn’t. He couldn’t have. Because Eddie Munson is currently arguing with himself in his fucking head about sci-fi quotes, which doesn’t feel especially like something that a dead person would have the capacity to do.
The bats had killed him. There had been pain, and the sick sensation of tearing flesh. He’d had to swallow past a mouthful of his own blood to tell Henderson he loved him. Surely those were symptoms of imminent death.
And yet.
On April 1st, 1986, Eddie Munson opens his eyes in a dim hospital room. There’s a gasp from his left, and he tries to turn his head towards the source.
“Easy there, kid. They’ve got you trussed up pretty good.”
Eddie doesn’t need to see him. He’d know that voice anywhere, in any universe, hell dimension or otherwise.
“Uncle Wayne?”
A story about the families we find and the love that finds us.
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06 Dec 2023
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He spends the rest of the drive home staring carefully ahead, eyes locked to the cracked asphalt, thinking about Achilles' heels.
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Eddie works himself up to ask Steve if he can borrow his instant camera, because the type of pictures he wants to take are…not the kind he can get developed in town.
Turns out, Steve's happy to help out. Even if the guy Eddie's taking sexy pictures for is not him.
Or is it?
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01 Dec 2023
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There's definitely a part of him that chafes at helping Eddie to get the perfect picture for some unnamed dude they don't know, and don't trust, who's probably not even going to appreciate it. Because he's not going to know how Eddie ended up with those scars. He's not going to know about how he stepped up to protect them and nearly died for it. But the fact that Eddie is going to this much trouble must mean that he likes him, right? Steve knows that Eddie puts on a good front but he also knows him well enough now to know that he's genuine, and sweet, and more easy to hurt than he looks. The idea that some nameless, faceless guy might not be as invested in this as Eddie is– it makes perfect sense for Steve to be unhappy about that, and maybe a little angry, if he's being honest with himself. Which he knows isn't fair, none of them get a say in who Eddie dates, and they don't even really have the right to know until he's ready to tell them. But Steve would feel a lot better if they did. If they knew who Eddie thought was important enough to see him like that.
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If Eddie had known that sharing his New York City art studio with Robin would include her buddy Steve, he never would’ve offered it in the first place. There. He said it. If that makes him a bad friend, so be it.
Because Steve is around all the time. Pastel and prissy. Sculpted from marble, yet dressed like a Macy’s mannequin. Always hovering.
They got Robin’s potters wheel up the stairs last week, a three man effort he can still feel in his lower back, and now she’s fucking teaching him. Full on, arms wrapped around his waist, hands guiding hands. Someone grab him a bucket, ‘cause Eddie’s about to throw up.
He’s not even good at it. Steve can barely get the hump of clay centered on the wheel and he refuses to get stains on his clothes. It’s fucking clay. It comes out in the wash. Steve’s shirtless approach to pottery is borderline offensive to the arts.
#038 in the steddie big bang
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29 Nov 2023
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NOW.
On the opposite wrist of his first tattoo, in matching bold font.
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2004, Chicago.
Steve Harrington finds himself as a sous chef for one Eddie Munson at the coveted Hellfire Grill.
Turns out, gay clubs, kitchen culture, and a penchant for aggressive men gives Steve an opportunity for more than he could have hoped for.
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28 Nov 2023
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“Ten minutes,” Steve grumbles.
“Hm?”
“You only gave me ten minutes to make a decision that would change my life forever. You ever wonder what would’ve happened if I’d taken your advice?”
“I’d like to live without thinking about the horror that that kind of thinking entails. Wait— s’all I gave you? Ten minutes?”
“Ten minutes! That’s all you gave me to figure out whether or not I’d marry you someday!”
“Aww, kitten, let’s not argue on our wedding night, okay? I can think of a million things we can do with ten minutes.”
“Knowing you, it’s going to be a righteous three minutes. With tongue.”
“Shut up and kiss me, Steve Munson.”
“Yes, chef.”
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Eddie loathes the idea of soulmates. The words his soulmate will say the moment they realize they are in love with him sit heavy on his wrist. Heavy like a burden, like a cursed prophet, harbinger of death. Others cry tears of joy when they get their words, Eddie had cried tears of anxiety. The dark letters on his wrist read, “Dustin died.”
On the other side of town and yet worlds apart from Eddie, Steve loathes the words on his wrist just as much. Not because he doesn’t want a soulmate. No, he longs for them every day. And every day is a painful reminder that he hasn’t found them yet when someone randomly calls out his words. The letters on his wrist simply say, “Hey Steve.”
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04 Nov 2023
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Steve learns the way he likes to love.
But he still pays. Because part of him is worried that he used to be right after all. That he needs insurance so that people won’t leave. Slips the kids money when they go to the arcade and pays stuff like that tattoo for Robin. He’ll shower his soulmate when they meet with flowers and gifts too. Just in case.
He’s fought monsters, fought Russians, had almost bled to death several times and yet the scariest thing he can do is love. Love has already always been so absent in his life, and every time he gives his own love away, every time he loses the love that's meant to be given back to him, Steve can feel himself crack like porcelain.
Steve learns to love as if it was dancing on a tightrope. One slip and he could break his neck, so it’s stupid to learn without a safety net.
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In which Penny finds a fun alternative to paintball, and Sheldon dusts off an old skill. And everything starts to change.
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20 Oct 2023
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She isn't filling a girl-shaped hole in his life. He's made a Penny-shaped hole, just for her. She's his 'deal'.
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they got me surrounded (for a mile or two) by sargeantwoof
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
03 Oct 2023
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He blinks at her, her words tumbling over each other in his head. “I…didn’t think that,” he says, blatantly lying, before giving it up as a bad job, when Robin just narrows her eyes at him. “I…you’re just— you’re cool,” he says, covering his face, before wailing. “And you’re a girl his age!”
or: Dustin has a few things to contend with.
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03 Oct 2023
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“I am sorry,” he says, cutting through the laughter. He feels like a real boy, for the first time in weeks, rather than a terrible amalgamation of the worst parts of him, the hinges and oil parts, the terribly messy ones. He meets Robin’s eyes. “I know we can share,” he says, and doesn’t hide the way it makes him feel ridiculous, mouth curving up, as he agrees to share Steve Harrington with his ex-mall co-worker. “I just got…”
Robin nods, getting it, and Dustin had liked her before— had in fact, always, liked her, for her steadiness and her fun— but he can see why Steve loves her in this moment, in her sharp jerking nod, in her sweeping assurance, that what he’s said is enough.
Steve sighs from between them, still damp from dishes, and Dustin, the sound fond. “I don’t get a choice in any of this, do I,” he asks, even as he reaches forward and runs a hand over Dustin’s head, negating any possibility of Dustin taking his words seriously. “Sounds about as typical as ever.”
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Eddie leans in, can’t help it.
‘There’s nothing to fuck up.'
‘Don’t do that.'
‘Why not?’ Eddie asks, lifting Steve’s chin to make him look, make him see. ‘We’re nothing, right?’
An array of broken responses flash behind Steve’s eyes, each of them almost enough of what Eddie wants to see, but not quite. ‘You know I love you.’
Eddie fists his hair. ‘I know what it means to be loved by you, Steve Harrington. I know how deep it cuts.’
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26 Sep 2023
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There will never be closure with Steve.
No past tense.
Steve Harrington is immovable.
He’s Eddie.
He is the blood, bones, skin, muscle, mind and heart.
And Eddie has just been circling him this whole time, he knows it. Knows it because Steve has just been doing the same.
The lonely orbit of twin moons, too far apart, unable to see one another, but in the same sway all the same, ever chasing, ever running.
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Rumor has it that whenever any one of the seven or so gremlins that Steve has magnanimously decided to adopt sleep over at his ridiculously large and empty house, he’ll get up extra early in the morning and pack them all lunches in brown paper bags. He’ll make them breakfast, too, and drop them off at school with a ruffle of their hair, a slap on their shoulder, or a pep-talk, depending on the kid.
Not that Eddie Munson, of all people, would know anything about it.It's October and Steve starts packing Eddie lunches for work. Eddie doesn't know what to do about it.
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25 Sep 2023
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He’s over by Eddie’s locker, peering inside at the locker door, where Steve’s little notes, all of them, are stuck up in a beautiful rainbow collage. Some notes are the standard pale yellow post-it note color, and then there’s hot pink and baby blue and the occasional green ones here and there. Some notes have big letters scrawled out in thick permanent marker, and others are written in tight ballpoint pen with so much text that it bleeds onto their backs. Steve stares, mouth slightly open, hands dangling by his side, one of which clutches the lunch that Eddie had forgotten.
“Steve?” Eddie calls out.
Steve turns to him. “This is…”
“Yeah,” Eddie confirms. His throat is so dry, suddenly. He clears it, licks his lips. “Yeah. I told you that I saved all of them.”
“It’s just—seeing them up here. I didn’t realize what it would look like.”
Eddie can’t help himself. He approaches slowly and asks, “What does it look like?”
Steve runs his fingers over the notes. “Love,” he answers simply, voice strained a bit. “It looks like how love feels.
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“What are the odds of us being here, together? After all the shit our parents put us through, after all the monsters, in spite of all the hate... Don't you think that it kinda had to be this way?” Steve says.
Eddie shrugs, something Steve feels more than that he sees it from his comfortable position on Eddie's chest.
“Maybe,” he says, but it sounds skeptical. “Or things just happen. No reason.”
“No reason?” Steve repeats. He can't help but sound a little bit incredulous.
Eddie's arm stretches out over Steve's waist and pulls him even closer.
“Just because there's no reason doesn't mean it's not meaningful, Stevie,” he points out.Or: Steve and Eddie are about to get married. It gives them the opportunity to contemplate the differences between destiny and agency, the multiverse, and what exactly it means to say "I do."
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18 Sep 2023
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“Hmm.” Eddie takes some time to think. “I believe this universe is the truest it gets,” he finally decides. “The one where I get to have you 'til death do us part.”
Steve presses a soft kiss against his jaw before he rests his head on his chest again. No matter how unreal it feels to be getting married, this feels real – maybe even more real than anything else, Steve thinks.
“I guess I like the idea that we have a choice,” Eddie continues. “When you say it's soulmates or fate or some shit... It sounds romantic, but it also sounds a bit too easy, in a way. Like it simply happened to us. But that's not what happened. I woke up one day and made the conscious decision to marry you, even though I despise the institution of matrimony. And each day after we're married, I'm gonna wake up and make the conscious decision to stay married to you – not because of fate, but because we want to. That's the promise we're gonna make: that we choose each other, here, in this universe, no matter what happens in other ones.”
“But maybe that's exactly what it means to be soulmates,” Steve presses on. “To keep choosing each other, in every life. To keep following each other into whatever's next. And to fall deeper in love every day.”
“Huh,” Eddie says. “You know what? If that's what it means to be soulmates, I think I do believe in it.”
“Yeah?” Steve smiles.
“Yeah. Then it simply means I believe in us. And that, I do.”
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He Looks Like He Works with His Hands and Smells Like Marlboro Reds by hisgirlsaturday
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
04 Sep 2023
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“Steve Harrington. Never thought I’d see the day when you wandered into my shop.”
Fuck.
Still facing the sky, Steve blinked, unseeing, utterly burning from the inside out. He thought his skin, suddenly far too tight for his bones and painful, even, had surely caught flame.
All the things he expected to feel at that moment… deep hurt, unending sadness, bitter anger, crippling nerves, keen loss, acute embarrassment, flaming lust… somehow, he had been left with nothing but only because there had been, just for the span of a single heartbeat—everything. Steve was a blazing star that had burned bright and hot before blowing out, leaving nothing but empty matter in its wake. All that emotion had scorched its way through him in the span of a blink, an inferno of feeling that burned everything in Steve. He felt like a wrung-out sponge, like his body wasn’t quite his own. Like those weren’t his limbs or his worn-out, broken heart.
A second had passed since he heard that voice calling out to him. Or maybe it had been another eternity.
One thing, though, was for certain. Steve never thought he’d see the day when he heard Eddie Munson bark out his name again.
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04 Sep 2023
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If only Eddie hadn’t gone and fucked everything up, the man across from him might still be his. But… no. It didn’t do to think like that. Eddie had long since accepted his fate; he was never meant to have everything he ever wanted. Eddie Munson was a creature of darkness and Steve Harrington was the sun.
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(to live) for the hope of it all by rogersharringtons
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
01 Sep 2023
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“Is that a sunburn or did I make you blush?”
Steve’s looking up at him with another smug grin as his hands dance over his ass cheeks, teasingly slipping underneath his waist band before pulling back out, and all Eddie can think of is wiping that smirk off.
“Shut up, oh my god. You can’t just say shit like that…”
written for the incredible lex's summer challenge! prompt: "is that a sunburn or did i make you blush?"
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He wants to have him in the very breaths he takes, under his skin like he belongs there and maybe it’s because he does. Steve sewed him back together and must have sewn a part of himself alongside bone and ligaments.