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Joe Keery as Travis 'Teacake' Meacham Cold Storage (2026)

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There and Back Again

Chapter One on AO3

Banner Art (fic bind art to follow) by @jaytriesstrangerthings

Written for the @steveharringtonbigbang

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 41k Warnings: None

Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Background Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham

Tags: Modern AU, No Upside Down, Road Trip, Steve and Eddie in love (it just takes them a while to work it out), Smut, Travel, Steve and Dustin friendship, Migraines, Only One Bed, Fluff and Angst, Steve has bad parents, LOTR References

Summary:

“You can be my trusted adult,” Dustin cuts in.

Steve blinks several times. “Huh?”

“You’re an adult,” Dustin says, like he’s talking to a three-year-old.

“…yes, Dustin.”

“And my mom trusts you.”

“Yeah, but…wait.” Steve sits back up, ramrod straight in his chair. “You’re not suggesting…”

“Come with me to New Zealand,” Dustin finishes, then adds a quieter: “Please?”

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When Dustin Henderson parent-traps Steve and Eddie into taking him to New Zealand for a holiday and some Lord of the Rings sight-seeing, Steve's forced to confront the reality of what he really wants out of life. Is it working for his father in a job he despises to afford his sky-rise apartment in Chicago and the status that comes with it, or is it something else, something simpler, something truer to himself? On the windy back roads of New Zealand, amongst the most stunning scenery he's ever seen and with old flame Eddie Munson in his passenger seat, he figures it out.

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DJO Lollapalooza — August 1, 2025

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Eddie's wishing he was that chainsaw so bad…..

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Wip game! 🪼🤒💔 pleeeease because I am greedy and want all of them

Yes yes yes, you can of course have all three of these!

🪼———🪼

“They, uh, spear some of the smaller species if they come too close to the anemones’ tentacles. The spear is full of toxin and it paralyzes the prey. And then the anemone uses its tentacles to carry the prey—which is now their food—to their mouth. Kinda like sand dollars do.” “Fucking badass,” Eddie breathes. “Right? They also swim.”

🤒———🤒

“I’d appreciate the heating pad. Maybe you can get a glass of orange juice with a cap full of my constipation meds? Please?” Eddie stands from the bed and leans down, presses a chaste sticky kiss to Steve’s forehead, and gives one last rub to his stomach. “I’ll be right back, okay? Holler for me if the pain gets worse or something. You think you could handle some toast?” “Might be good,” Steve murmurs, “with butter and jam?” “Course,” Eddie matches, “two slices, plus your medicine, and the heating pad. Whatever you need, sweetheart.”

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There’s Robin, but she’s well out of Indiana. Nancy, who’s in Boston. The kids—who, really, aren’t kids at all—going and leaving in an endless high school cycle. And then Eddie who…who, well, Steve hasn’t really kept up with; unless it’s to have a very occasional hour to two hour long call. The amount of damn quarters he’s spent on a payphone just to speak with Eddie is unbelievable. But that’s it. That’s all his people. Which, sure, may be more than most. He doesn’t have his parents, though. There’s no friends from the college he’d been attending. His coworkers, again, are complete duds. It’s just him going and returning to his one bedroom apartment; just him in his car; just him on the holidays; just him.

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Based on those fed up barista tik toks

Eddie’s had it up to fucking HERE with this whole week and usually he’s not even at the front manning the expresso machine—and for good reason cuz he can be a loose fucking canon—but they’re short today, so.

So, Eddie is making piss poor attempts at latte art.

And this guy walks in, right? And yeah, he’s hella easy on the eyes, has his hair soft and swept to one side effortlessly, white tee tucked into light denim jeans that hug his tapered waist and Eddie is allowed to look. He looks. But fuck, it hasn’t even been ten seconds and this guy just pisses him off.

“Hi, how are you?”

The guy doesn’t even look up, busy typing on his phone, “Just an iced vanilla latte with soy milk, please.”

Whatever. “Your name?” He doesn’t even get a response, the airhead is just standing there angrily tapping at his phone screen.

Eddie really can’t be faulted when his words carry a bit of bite the next time he speaks, “Your name?”

A huff. “Steve.”

The rest of the transaction goes by smoothly until he’s making a latte for a drive-thru order, a hot latte, and Steve, who’s been standing at the pickup counter, turns his nose up, snooty, and in the most condescending voice, proclaims: “Uhhh, I asked for an iced latte, not hot.”

“Well, did you ask for an iced latte when you ordered?”

“Yes!”

Eddie slaps a lid on the drink with a bit more force than necessary, slips the cardboard sleeve on it, and glares daggers at him. “Then this isn’t your drink, Princess. So why don’t you go sit down for me and wait patiently for it?”

If Eddie wasn’t so fucking pissed he’d appreciate the nice flush of red that overtakes Steve’s face.

Steve grumbles and turns around, giving him a good view of his unfairly cute butt that he respectfully glanced at, but Eddie swears—fucking swears, on like the metal gods themselves—that Steve mutters, “Why did I like that?”

Eddie is thrown off for the rest of his shift.

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accepting that you’re objectively weird & owning it is infinitely better than being constantly desperate to appear normal to people who don’t even matter to you

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Never let the creatures in after midnight

Another celebratory ficlet for @sidekick-hero! Rating: G 🐕 Words: 333 🐕 Prompt: Dog 🐕 Tags: Appalachian Munsons, Established Steddie, Steve keeps having bad luck when it comes to not!dogs

Steve’s trying to sleep. He’s been trying to sleep for two hours. He thought he’d pass right out like Eddie did when they finally made it to his grandparents’ house in the mountains.

They’d had so much bad luck just trying to make it: Eddie had forgotten the birthday gift he’d gotten for his grandma, so they’d had to turn around an hour into the drive; after five hours they got pulled over for an out breaklight and when Steve checked it later, it was barely dimmer than the other one; and two hours out from their destination they hit construction detours that took them four hours to get through.

So, Steve’s pretty annoyed that he’s not also blissfully snoring, off in dreamland. And now there’s a noise. Well, a different noise to the cacophony that was the Appalachian wildlife outside the window before it went quiet. He’s pretty sure something was scratching, whining at the kitchen door. Sighing heavily, he tossed the quilt back and got out of bed to go check.

The guest bedroom opened right onto the kitchen and he made his way to the back door, flipping on the back light, and looked out to see a dog pawing at the screendoor.

“Oh! A pupper! Are you lost, buddy?” Steve opened the wooden door and had his hand on the screendoor when a hand grabbed his wrist.

“You don’t want to be doing that, kid,” Eddie’s grandpa said slowly, gently.

Steve blinked over at him. “Oh, do you think he might be sick?”

“That ain’t no dog, Steve,” he said, shutting and locking the heavy door in the face of the dog’s cries.

Eddie, wrapped in their quilt, shuffled into the kitchen. “Why’re you guys up? Midnight cake time?”

His grandpa headed back to his chair in the living room, dropping a heavy hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “No cake tonight. Just your boy trying to let in a demon creature. Night, kids.”

Eddie turned, eyes wide with shock. “Steve?!”

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javi singing like an absolute angel from heaven??

via. @postanimalmode on instagram

song: caving in - post animal

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what if i just kill myself

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Literal light of my life

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DJO Lollapalozza, ph. by Pooneh Ghana — August 1, 2025

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till he folds in like a capri sun

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Joe 🥰😍. Him wearing glasses =🥵🥰

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how many times, dad, i don't do drugs, it's only marijuana...

Some close ups under the cut :^)

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Smokin’ in the Boys’ Room ? Nah, Kissin’ in the Boys’ Room.

[originally posted 10.20.23]

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Eddie getting black out drunk one night after a show, ends up getting hot and heavy with a guy who reminds him a lot of Steve Harrington - tight bod, floppy hair, boy next door smile - but is obviously not him because obviously that dude is long gone after he graduated, and he would obviously never stick Eddie Munson's dick in his mouth, so.

He wakes up the next morning in the dude's bed. He's never spent the night at someone's place before so of course he panics, up and out of the bed before he even gets a good look at the guy. He tip toes through the, admittedly nice, house and out the front door without a backwards glance.

Where he's confronted with a shiny maroon BMW and beyond that the affluent neighborhood of Loch Nora.

Hmm...

He immediately tip toes back into the house and gets right back into bed.

Steve rolls over and grumbles, mostly still asleep, as he pulls Eddie into the little spoon position.