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look I know we mostly agree on what dogs Joe Keery’s *characters* would be but what about Joe himself? Based off just looks he’s one of these silly things

Please tell me you see the vision (it’s just the droopy eyes really)

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eddie: you should get back with nancy

steve: the idea of two men kissing that’s fine I don’t care I love it it’s beautiful I’ll kiss you right now please ask me

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Steve Harrington: Sexiest Man Alive People Magazine, 1998

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i hope this hurts

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“We’re not- no, stop. It’s not like that. Sure, when I first met Steve, like years ago, I had a crush on him. But- but not now.” Eddie looks around the room. Some of their friends have raised eyebrows, some are avoiding eye contact, while others stare in disbelief. He really really wants this conversation to end. “Y’know, I’m with- um, with…”

Oh no.

Eddie’s staring at the man he’s dating. The man he’s been dating for two months. The man whose name has suddenly evaporated from his goddamn mind. Shit.

“Darryl?” The man in question supplies with a very unamused expression.

“Yeah,” Eddie fumbles, throwing his hands out like obviously it’s Darryl.

Mike snorts from somewhere behind Eddie. He hopes Dustin elbows him directly in the ribs.

“And, and I liked Eddie,” Steve pipes up. “At one point. But-but not… we’re not…” he awkwardly motions between them and it’s not helping.

But Eddie thinks he hears tires squealing because Steve just admitted he’d liked him at one point. When did that happen?

“Wait? Y-you did? Uh,” Eddie takes a step closer to Steve and tries to lower his voice. “When? When was this?”

“Uh ohhh,” Gareth murmurs.

**

“What?” Steve pulls back flustered and nervously glances around.

“Right,” Eddie smiles. “It doesn’t matter. Who cares- if it was, uh, a year ago… or like six- months? Or? S-sooner? Recently? Whatever,” he waves the thought away. “Anyway, we’re not… this isn’t…”

“Right.” Steve says before glancing at Darryl. “He’s…you- uh, he’s yours. Um, not mine. You two-, um, are perfect for each other.” That might sound more believable if Steve’s voice didn’t pitch so high on the word ‘perfect.’

“Yeeeaaah,” Darryl says as he pushes himself to his feet. “I think I’m gonna go.”

Eddie takes a nervous step forward. “Are you sure?”

“Yep, I’ll talk to you later.” Darryl sighs, gives Jeff a small wave and leaves the living room headed toward the front door.

And Eddie thinks he’s supposed to follow him. Should probably run and stop him. Tell him there’s nothing going on with Steve but…Eddie’s still stuck on the whole Steve liking him thing.

“Dude?” Gareth says.

“What?” Eddie asks a smidge too defensively.

Jeff leans forward in his seat. “Go after him?”

“Right,” Eddie clears his throat, lifts his right foot but something is stopping him from moving forward. He’s standing with his feet apart hesitating.

This is stupid. He knows that. But…

He takes the chance and glances at Steve. The man is standing still, arms hanging by his sides with his eyebrows pinched together. Eddie doesn’t understand how he can look so breathtaking, even after a day of swimming and dealing with Hellfire at his house.

“Dude!?” Dustin yells out immediately pulling Eddie’s attention.

“Right,” Eddie shrugs before finding momentum again and moving toward the hallway.

But…still.

He pauses again before losing sight of the living room, and turns to glance at Steve, one more time. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for. Maybe a sign or a nod, something that says there’s a chance, but Steve gives him nothing.

“Be right back,” he huffs and heads to the door but something stops him. He’s only an arms length away from the exit. He should go outside. Darryl is probably at his car. But. “Fuck,” he murmurs, shakes his head and stomps back to the living room.

“What the hell?”

“Eddie!”

The room erupts in noise but Eddie needs just one more look. Just in case.

“Go!” Someone else yells and Eddie can’t take it anymore.

“SHUT UP!” He yells, squeezing his fists at his sides and scrunching his face up. He needs them to be quiet so he can think.

When he hears Steve sigh, his eyes open to immediately lock on the shade of hazel he’s had too many dreams about. The sight makes him swallow hard, and grasp at the thin wisp of hope that’s wiggling around in his chest.

“Will, uh, w-will you be here when I get back?”

Steve chuckles softly, “This is my house.”

“Duh, ok.” He ignores the room of eye rolling and keeps his attention on Steve. “Be right back.”

****

Steve is incredibly uncomfortable. He doesn’t really understand how or why that happened but now he’d like to pretend it never did. There might’ve been a chance it would’ve blown over without his or Eddie’s interference but here they are.

And now, Eddie apparently wants to talk to Steve about it. That’s not weird at all. Hopefully Steve didn’t make things difficult for him and Darryl. Darryl’s a good guy. Not someone Steve would hang out with necessarily, but Eddie likes him so that’s good enough.

He can hear Dustin and Mike whispering on the couch to his right, and feel Jeff or Gareth (or both) eyeing him behind his back, so he decides to slip out of the room.

He keeps himself busy in the kitchen, ignoring the fact he overhears his name float in from the other room every once in a while. When he finally hears the front door open and close he almost sighs in relief. He wants to get whatever this is over with.

The sound of shuffling feet gets louder before he hears Eddie speak. “Hey.”

Steve looks up, keeping a tight grip on the sponge he’s using to wipe down the counter. “He ok?”

“Uh,” Eddie glances over his shoulder toward the door. “Probably not. Since I just broke up with him.”

“W-what?”

“This is crazy, and, whatever, but-“ Eddie takes a nervous step into the kitchen, closer to Steve. “I lied, uh, earlier. Aaaand I’m kinda hoping you were too.”

Steve cocks his head trying to piece this puzzle together.

“I’m just saying,” Eddie takes a couple more slow steps toward Steve. “That when- back in the-“ he juts his thumb over his shoulder. “In the living room, before. I said that I had had a crush, y’know, on you? When I met you?” Steve nods. “But then you jumped in, right?”

“Yeaah?”

“So, um, the part you-, that you said about having a crush on me too? I was curious,” Eddie’s close enough to the kitchen island that he drags his fingers across the top, cutting his eye contact from Steve. “When was this?”

Steve winces at the pitch Eddie’s voice hits. “I don’t know,” he mumbles.

“Ok, makes sense. Um, but- could it be now?” He rushes through the end of the sentence.

“Wha-why?” Steve is starting to feel nauseous.

“Y’know, cause… I just broke up with my boyfriend and I’m kinda in love with you.” Eddie presses his lips together and shrugs.

“Oh,” the word slips out on a sigh.

“Yeah, so, uh, if maybe you felt that way now, like right now, that would be great…for me. And you, hopefully.” He’s rubbing his thumb aggressively against the edge of the counter. Steve’s pretty sure he’s going to dig a groove into the Formica.

“Ok?”

“O-ok? Is that an ok like…ok? Or an ok like…yeah, ok!”

“What’s the difference?” They sounded the same to Steve.

“Well the first one is like- ok.” He shrugs with a sigh. “But the second one is like- yeah, I am, ok?”

“What?”

“Forget it,” Eddie waves his hands. “Let’s start over.” He takes a deep breath, moves around the island, and reaches his fingers out slowly to grab Steve’s fingertips. “Steve, I’m terrible at this. If you can not tell. But I think you’re one of the best people in my life. I never,” he pauses and shakes his head. “I didn’t think I would ever have a chance. And maybe I still don’t.” Steve squeezes Eddie’s fingers. “Or maybe I do…but, if there’s a small microscopic chance that you feel that way right now, I had to try.”

Steve drops his eyes to their fingers and tries to hide the massive smile threatening to spread across his face. He kind of wants to swim in the way he’s feeling right now but also wants to push Eddie onto the countertop and rip his clothes off. He takes a steadying breath before flicking his eyes back up to Eddie’s.

“So, you’re saying you’re single now?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Cool, so I can do this?” Steve uses his free hand to hook into one of Eddie’s belt loops and tugs him closer. Their hips are mere inches apart now.

“Uh,” Eddie shudders out. “Yeah?”

“What about this?” Steve unhooks his finger to glide around Eddie’s hip to his lower back. He then presses gently and moves forward to bring them together.

“Um,” Eddie gulps hard before making a tiny squeak and nodding.

“Awesome, and if I kissed you…? That would also be ok?” Steve dips his gaze to Eddie’s lips and wonders how red he can make them.

“Wh- yeea?”

“Great,” Steve says before immediately moving in and crushing their lips together.

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Steve Harrington the type of mf to say “welcome to the world” when his kid is born

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Redrawing the thing that made me become a t4t steddie artist 🫡

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Draw ruth oiled up

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Jaden how many times will you ask this of me.

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I like… can’t listen to Djo anymore. Not even a single song. Like unless I want to sob violently I CANT ?? I hear the first bits of one of his songs and I start to cry like I love his music I love him but I physically cannot and the fact I used to listen to it every day is what’s weirding me out. I MISS IT I WANT MORE but I don’t want to constantly cry :((( is anyone else going thru this??????

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A SILLY WILL IM GONNA GIFT TO HIM IN ST LOUIS LETS GOOOO

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Hello fellow Malevolent artists!!

I have made a simple Arthur Lester diagram (as of part 46)!

I tried to stay as close to canon as possible. Feel free to use as a reference sheet!

A few notes about placements/shapes under the cut (no pictures, just rambles).

Some of them I have shuffled around for clarity on the diagram.

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joe @ ? date and location unknown

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one thing eddie doesn’t expect when they move to a ranch, is for steve to become a straight up cowboy.

he only realizes it’s happened when steve walks in, boots clinking, dirt smudged on his cheek, flannel completely unbuttoned, and his chunky belt buckle on display.

eddie shakes his head and clears his throat, completely missing whatever steve’s just said to him.

“sorry- what?” his voice absolutely doesn’t not crack at the end, refuses to believe it did. steve crosses his arms and leans against that counter. eddie can feel himself gulp.

steve must’ve notice it too, one side of his mouth quirked up. “i *said,* i fixed the gate. shouldn’t give us any hassle anymore.”

“the gate.. uh huh. good to know.” that chest hair is unforgivable. god he’s covered in a thin layer of sweat too.

steve laughs at him, “earth to eddie,” he snaps his fingers once or twice.

“sorry- i-“ eddie pauses. steve raises his brows at him, waiting. “you can’t do this to me.”

steve looks taken aback. “do what?”

eddie gestures to him, “look like- that.”

hands out, steve turns in a circle, “like this?”

“yes.”

“i’m just in my clothes eds.”

“you look like you’re out of some wet cowboy dream i had when i was 13,” a laugh bursts out of steve, “it’s frankly unfair i’ve only just realized i have my own cowboy now.” someone should’ve told him he’s got the literal fucking dream boat at his fingertips. steve hums and steps toward him. he reaches out and fixes the collar eddie’s own flannel.

“you do, yeah.”

“is this where i make the very obvious joke of suddenly needing to save a horse.” steve cackles at that, hiding his face in eddie’s shoulder.

“you’re insufferable.”

“i try.”

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Steve Harrington 1000% watched (ie stared at) some pretty girl putting her curly hair into a bun in gym class—only for her to turn and around and it be, not a girl, but Eddie “the freak” Munson.

steve’s inner monologue: *man, who is that, she’s so pretty. look at that dark gorgeous curly hair—how haven’t i noticed this girl before. i wonder if she’s singl- oh my fucking god it’s eddie fucking goddamn munson.*

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Steddie but they don’t get together until later. Like, LATER later. They’re beekeeping age before they’re like “huh, maybe I do like that guy”. Steve has kids and a dog but Eddie only has a cat he affectionately calls his “fur baby” (he’s old let him have this) and they’re both recently divorced. They haven’t seen each other in ages but keep up with each other’s lives thanks to social media platforms Dustin made them get. After they both make short divorce announcements to friends and family over those platforms, they decide to meet up and have a time out together. Steve’s kids have grown up, the non biological kids have families of their own, and they’re both simply bored…. Leading to them sharing an Airbnb all alone on the lake with just Steve’s pup as company and realize that this is what they always wanted.

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I realized I genuinely feel more comfortable pretending to be a fictional character online because I actually know their personality and I don't know my own (also gender)