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💍 One Size Fits All 💍

A Steddie Fic by @entanglednow

🖤Steve just wanted to do something nice for a friend, he doesn’t mean to get Eddie’s ring stuck on his finger, and it’s definitely not his fault that everyone he knows is jumping to conclusions. 🖤

This was my submission for the #sb86exchange 💍

I absolutely adore this fic and was so pleased to gift it to @ramblerreneebinds 🖤

(fic linked below ⬇️ )

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48671866/chapters/122775172

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I had so much fun participating in a Steddie Fanbinding exchange over on IG! I wanted to feature short stories for this, and found an awesome writer, @runninriot who has over 100 Steddie fics on AO3! I went through and selected 29 cute, romantic ones, and spicy stories as well. Go give them some love on ao3!

First time I got to make an author copy which was such an honor! And Riot was so nice and fun to chat with throughout the process!

This typeset took so long but I'm so proud of it. I recreated the Pac-Man and Mrs. Pac-Man pixel art myself, including making the endpapers. Obviously using the game map and elements as references to get it just right. Big thanks to @bindsandvibes who had to deal with me sending pic after pic of this typeset and letting me bounce ideas off them and offering amazing feedback!

This was my first flip book! So much fun to do! The center divider even has a slot to insert your quarter bookmark for an extra life! From one side you can read a collection mature stories, which features a single Pac-Man chasing after those hanging cherries ;). From the other direction, he meets Mrs. Pac-Man and you go on a journey of cute and romantic little love stories.

I love some of the little Easter eggs I included too, the high score spells STEDDIE if you know the letters associated with numbers (us old texters get it). For my exchange recipient, their quarter is from 1986, and for the author I used an Indiana quarter!

I'm not even including all the pictures cause there's just so many but this should give you the idea of how it turned out!

Printed on my Epson ET8550.

Materials: ☑️ 24/60 warm white short grain from Church Paper ☑️ 11x17 Printable canvas from PPD ☑️ Sealed with Krylon workable fixatif ☑️ Double sided satin ribbon with a quarter holder bookmark

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a silly lil bit of art in celebration of the return of my favorite thing on earth, Scorpio Skies by the incredible @azrielgreen, and the absolute loml ScorSky Eddie Munson 🖤 IT'S SCORPIO SKIES FRIDAY Y'ALL

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Some frat boy Steve as a gift for @plutosrose for the @steddieexchange, hope you like it <3 <3

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'I called time, sweetheart', Eddie says, gasping like he's been working out, high intensity, he's strong. 'You OK?' Steve nods, mouth dry, eyes wet, heart fucked. Fucked. 'I'm good', he says, still got that weird juddery laughter inside, it's so fucking strange. 'I'm good, Daddy.' He fucking feels it.

'Scorpio Skies' by @azrielgreen

This is a great moment to remind you that:

a) There's a 7 days free trial on my Patreon in my highest current tier waiting for you (if only for this particular piece, ahem).

b) This is a scene of a fic that you can read here (and believe me, it's leaving bodies wherever it goes).

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quick doodle

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New York City - Present Day, October It was officially chilly outside, summer having finally released its hold over the city, and Steve Harrington was waiting impatiently, two cups of coffee steaming against the chill in his hands. Black, no cream, no sugar for himself, of course, but the other. The other was a breve, made with rich half and half, sweetened with brown sugar and spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. It filled his cold little corner with the warm scent of the fall, and he wondered briefly what it would be like to live life like that — not caring about the consequences, not worrying about what people thought, bold and spicy and surrendering to the sweetness.  He frowned up at the darkening sky, leaves falling gently past him, tumbling down in bright bursts of orange and gold and red. The sun was rapidly setting behind the city skyline as the days were growing shorter, and he shivered, holding the coffees a little closer to his chest. Steve wanted to check his watch, but he couldn’t because, again, coffees, so instead he settled for sighing loudly for no one to hear. He was surrounded by so many people at all times, but of course the one person in all of New York that he wanted to see, the only one that mattered much to him those days, was the one who was always, always late.  Five more minutes went by before Steve could hear the loud squawking of someone pushing through the crowds. “Sorry, sorry sorry!” came the breathless exclamation, before, delightedly, “oooh, for me? Thank you, Harrington, you’re a real gentleman,” and the delicious-smelling coffee was unceremoniously plucked from his hands.  “I don’t know how you can drink that stuff and still stay so skinny,” Steve grumbled, only mildly annoyed. “If I did that, I’d have to spend even more time in the studio working it off than I already do.” His friend chuckled lowly into the dying light of the day, taking a deep sip from his steaming cup. “That, Stevie, would be impossible. You’re literally always in the studio.” It was true. Since moving to the city, he’d had little time to himself that wasn’t in some way tied up with the company, or rehearsal, or any other number of official obligations. And now that he had been promoted to lead, well, even what little time he had had was becoming a thing of the past. It was bittersweet to achieve all the things that had meant so much to you your whole life and still feel so hollow inside, but right then, in that moment, Steve had everything he wanted right in front of him. That night was just for him. That night was just for fun. “Works out well for you,” Steve snarked back, a smile on his face. “Someone has to show you how it’s done.” He was rewarded with a bright burst of laughter, a happy gleam in those deep brown eyes, and that dizzying, wicked smile Steve liked just so, so much. “Laugh it up now, big boy, but just you wait. I’ll be coming for your roles next!”  Steve laughed giddily, more than the empty threat was worth, but determined to steal these snatches of happiness wherever he could. He’d love to see him try.  “Get inside, Munson, we’re late.”

Ballet Boys always on my mind 🩰 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54251743/chapters/137385685

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Eddie is the big spoon supremacy 

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guess who’s back, back again

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Wayne’s opinion on Richard Harrington is not good and his opinion on his kid is not all that great either. He didn’t forget all the times Eddie complained about the boy and his friends, no sir.

Eddie says that Steve has turned over a new leaf but Wayne thinks the kid is rude. He’s over at their house all the time and ignores Wayne half the time when he’s talking to him. Kid is eating the food out of his kitchen and can’t even give him the time of day?

He mentions it to Eddie once when Steve wasn’t around and Eddie, around a mouthful of Frosted Flakes, asks, “Did he have his hearing aids in?”

“What?”

“Yeah, he hates ‘em so he never wears them,” Eddie shrugs. “Can’t hear for shit without ‘em though.”

Well.

Now Wayne feels like an asshole.

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a local homosexual deals with an unfortunate crush by chewing on his hair and contemplating murder (we’ve all been there)

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eddie kneeling next to steve giving him a spontaneous tattoo, and steve is blushing because of the close contact and the way eddie’s hair falls over his eyes and shit. idk i just like the idea also it art is so gooodddd

I RAISE U: theyre both enamored.. . (tattoo-artist au!)

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"Is this always how they act?" Jonathan asks. He has to lean close and yell a little for Robin to hear him over the noise of the house party.

"Yup," she says.

She, Jonathan, and Argyle continue to stare at Eddie, sitting in an easy chair, Steve perched happily on his lap. Eddie has a whole bowl of bbq Lay's, and Steve will lean back for a chip, which Eddie feeds him with a smile.

"And they're definitely not dating?" Argyle asks when Steve leans back to whisper in Eddie's ear, mouth pressed close. It's deeply gratifying that they just got in from California and already they see it.

"Steve says no."

"You think he's lying?" Jonathan asks.

"I think he doesn't realize he likes Eddie yet."

Eddie tugs at Steve's hair, and Steve turns back, gives him a smile that's so intimate Robin can't stare directly at it. Instead, she turns to her friends, but Argyle is still watching Eddie and Steve. He's drumming his fingers against his chin, expression what Robin could only call mischievous.

"What are you planning?" Jonathan asks.

"Just helping some bros find true love."

Jonathan looks mildly concerned but before he can say anything, Nancy makes her appearance. And they're something, becoming something, and she cares about Eddie and Steve getting their shit together, but Nancy is smiling and she's so, so pretty. It's easy to get lost in the blue of her eyes and the sweep of her hair and forget about everything else.

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A few hours later and they're all sitting around a coffee table in the basement, just the six of them. It's sort of funny, she thinks, how it always ends up being the six of them.

They're crossfaded already, but that hasn't stopped Eddie and Argyle from lighting another joint. Her thoughts have gone light and floaty, all that's holding her to earth the press Steve's leg and Nancy's hand against hers.

Argyle is sort of monologuing and she doesn't think any of them are paying much mind, but then he stops mid-sentence, grips Jonathan's shoulder tight enough that his knuckles go white. "Dudes. What if we played Truth or Dare?"

Nancy snorts. "Not on your life."

"I don't think I can move?" She says. She leans into Steve, sighing with contentment.

"I, for one, would love to see Buckley complete a dare," Eddie says.

She sticks her tongue out at him. "I've done plenty. Band kid, remember?"

"Ugh, curse the horny trumpeters." Eddie slumps on the coffee table in defeat.

"I'll have you know, they were very wholesome games."

Steve squints at her. "Wasn't there an orgy in someone's pool?"

She sniffs, looks away instead of answering, which makes everyone laugh.

"Speaking of sex," Argyle says. "No one catch your eye tonight, Harrington?"

"Wasn't really looking."

"That's new," Jonathan says.

Steve laughs. "I'm tired of hooking up."

He's told her that too, countless times. She thinks the real reason he hasn't dated in months is sitting right next to him, drumming his fingers on the coffee table.

"Maybe you've just lost your touch," Argyle says.

"I have not!" Steve clutches a hand over his heart. "If I wanted to, I could pull any girl upstairs."

"C'mon, my dude, no way you're that good."

"I was!" He looks to Robin, Nancy, Jonathan. "I was, back me up!"

"I don't know, Scoops wasn't your best work," she says.

"No, no, we said Scoops doesn't count! It was the hat. The outfit! I did fine after!"

"I happened to think the sailor costume was very cute," Eddie says.

"Thank you," Steve preens. He shifts away from her to lean into Eddie, who grins.

"I don't think we can trust Eddie's judgement here," Nancy says.

Steve points at her. "Yes, and I remember you being totally uninterested."

She squeaks in indignation, Robin smothering her own giggles behind her hand. "It was--it was hormones!"

"Yeah, very uninterested in me." Jonathan chimes in. There's a little second where no one reacts--the fact that Nancy was technically still with Steve when that happened ringing unspoken between them--before Nancy and Steve start to giggle.

"I've hooked up with everyone I've ever tried to," Argyle chimes in, nonchalant.

"No way," the whole group says.

"I've got the touch."

"C'mon, that literally can't be true just by like...stats," Steve says.

"Don't know what to tell you, my dude." Argyle's smile is smug. "I'm really good."

"You're just jealous," she tells him. She nudges his shoulder so he knows she's joking.

"No! Jealousy has nothing to do with it."

They erupt at that, calling out the obvious lie.

"I'm not upset!" Steve shouts over them. "I'm just saying, it didn't happen. Sorry, Argyle. You have bizzaro charm, but there's no way it has a 100% success rate."

"Sounds like jealousy to me, Stevie." Eddie cocks his head with a smirk.

"Harrington, you're so cute when you're competitive," Argyle says. "Anyway, it worked on--"

"Don't say Jonathan," Nancy, Steve, and Robin all say.

"Hey! Why not me?'

"Well, it's just--" Nancy waves her hand in the air. "You're. I mean. It's not hard."

Jonathan groans, hides his face in his hands as they laugh.

"I'll prove it to you," Argyle says to Steve. "100% success rate."

"What?"

"I'm going to seduce you."

"Oh, shit," she says.

She knows what's going to happen even before Steve puts his hands on his hips, awkwardly cause they're sitting, cocks an eyebrow, and says, "Okay."

Eddie grumbles something she can't make out, but Steve shakes his head, laughs. "Nah, it's just for fun, right?"

"Until it works." Argyle tosses his hair.

Steve rolls his eyes. "Gimme your best shot."

They rearrange around the table, Eddie and Argyle swapping places.

Everyone is quiet for a second, Steve reaches for his drink. "You got great hands, Harrington," Argyle says.

"I--oh, what?" Steve splutters. He goes a little pink, and Robin thinks it's the first time she's seen him this flustered by a compliment.

"Yeah." Argyle takes his hand, traces along his palm and knuckles. "Big. Strong. Like you could really take care of someone."

Eddie kicks the table, sending it rocking, scattering empty cups and chip bags. Steve is crimson, totally oblivious to Eddie's flailing.

"Thanks," he mumbles. He doesn't pull his hand away. Robin, everyone, is riveted.

"No one's ever told you that?"

"No. No one."

"That's too bad. It's probably all about your hair and your eyes and your body."

Steve smiles and it's one she recognizes, flirty and a little wicked. "You noticed my body?"

Argyle laughs. "Oh, c'mon, you know everyone notices that."

"Would you believe it if I told you I don't get enough compliments?"

"Not on your life."

Steve leans into him, giggles. "Well, worth a shot, right?"

"Always. You wanna know the first thing I noticed about you?"

"Ass, right?"

"It was how much you love your friends but you hide it behind a facade of disapproval. Made me think maybe you weren't used to the love you want to give being reciprocated."

They're all locked in on Argyle and Steve, but she notices Eddie flinch, move like he's about to stand, Nancy reaching out to stop him. She thinks, then, for the first time, that maybe this is mean to him. He doesn't know it's not real.

"Oh," Steve says. His voice breaks, a little, and her heart breaks for him. "I--oh."

"Your ass was the second thing I noticed," Argyle quips and the tension around the table breaks, Steve giggling.

With smooth confidence she never would have expected him to possess, Argyle cards his fingers through Steve's hair. "Just had to touch it for myself." His voice is soft.

"That all you want to touch?"

Argyle grins. "Not even a little bit."

She watches, stunned, as Steve leans in, face almost touching Argyle's. Eddie makes a noise, a pained cough, and Steve leaps to his feet.

"I can't kiss you!" He half-yells, stumbling.

"And why not?" Argyle asks. He's got a wild smile on his face.

"I'm in love with Eddie!" Steve's eyes are wide, panicked.

"I'm sorry," Steve says to him. "Eddie, I--"

But before he can get the words out, Eddie's climbing over the coffee table, sending drinks and snacks flying, the calls for him to get down ignored as he trips into Steve's arms.

"You love me?" Eddie asks.

"I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I--got in my head about it and I--I hoped it didn't seem like I was leading you on because my words kept getting stuck, and--"

"Sweetheart." Eddie stops him. "I--" He breaks off, notices that the rest of them are raptly listening to the confession. "Do you want to go somewhere we can talk?"

They disappear upstairs, and she turns to Argyle in awe. "I can't believe that actually worked."

"What can I say, I'm a miracle worker. Are there more Doritos?"

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Early in the morning, they're piled in Nancy's station wagon, Jonathan driving them home. She and Nancy are in the middle seat, Steve and Eddie in the back. Steve's curled against him, face pressed to his neck, hidden by a cloud of hair. She wants to ask what happened, how their conversation went, if they're official and how long Steve's known he's in love, but Nancy moves closer, head dropping to Robin's shoulder. Their fingers entwine and Robin closes her eyes, smiles.

"Tomorrow?" Nancy asks.

She nods. "Tomorrow."

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Steve and Eddie have a secret relationship, but not by choice. No, they are not actively trying to hide their relationship, the opposite really. Dustin will ask Eddie to hang out and it will go: "Sorry dude, got a date with Steve today." "Ew, why are you saying it like that" "Like what" "LIKE THAT! It's weird, just say you are hanging out like a normal person" Every. Single. Time. And every interaction they have with others is the same. Even Robin doesn't believe Steve, "just because you have realised you like boys and he is gay doesn't mean you two are dating Steve, some people do not want to date you, accept that."

Someone catches them making out. They still don't believe them.

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Nancy Wheeler is poised, polished and put together in every way. She has moved out, made a name for herself, and is working hard to ensure that all her dreams come true, and this year, she is bringing someone home for the holidays with the intention of checking another big thing off her list. Steve Harrington is the perfect partner. Now if only she can get her chaotic mess of a family to agree.

Or: Steve Harrington expected to spend the weekend dutifully putting his well-bred manners to work, charming his girlfriend Nancy's family. He did not expect to make a mortal enemy of her cousin on day one; anger the entire family and have to call in reinforcements on day two; And he most certainly did not expect to have fallen in love after only three short days.

A Steddie retelling of The Family Stone (2005)

3 Chapters | 49,195 words

Rating: M

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley

Tags: Modern Setting, No UD, The Family Stone, Christmas Tomfoolery, Family Holidays, Family Dynamics, Dialog Heavy, These Munson-Wheelers Can Talk, Crumbling Relationships, Cheating, But Barely, Angst With a Happy Ending, Steve’s Bi Panic, Steve's Homophobic Dad Is Its Own Warning, Self-proclaimed Disaster Bisexual Eddie Munson, Mean Max Munson, HOH Will Byers, Mother-Daughter Bonding, Dual POV, Steve Harrington POV, Karen Wheeler POV, Secret Third POV, Step-Siblings Stobin, Karen Munson My Beloved, No Character Death, Happy Ending Guaranteed

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