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Thinking about how Steve and Eddie have been dating for around a month. Eddie had, had a crush on Steve for as long as, well—since the moment he was gifted with the vision of Steve’s bare chest.

So hairy. So beautiful.

It was a fleeting fantasy. Initially steamrolled by the fact he’d endlessly complain about getting rejected by girls at work and figured he didn’t have a hope in Hell.

Until the gaggle of kids Eddie had somehow unwillingly adopted, forced Steve into letting them use his parent’s dining room for their campaigns. And then it just happened. The kids would filter out of the house in the evenings, clamber onto their bikes and pedal into the night.

Steve would linger awkwardly helping Eddie clear up his figurines and discard empty soda cans and pizza crusts into a trash bag. He’d ask dumb yet endearing questions, he’d look at Eddie like he had a voice worth listening to. And then it just happened.

They told the kids, who were not impressed to say the least. Giving Eddie shit about how if he fucked it up, they’d have to go back to Mike’s basement that smelt like farts and armpit. Lecturing Eddie about how Steve is a really good dude. Like, a really good dude and how he absolutely cannot break his heart.

Eddie wasn’t scared of a lot of things. But an armada of pre-pubescent kids who had suddenly stopped treating him like some kind of dungeon master God and were now looking at him like they were ready to jump him, was definitely up there.

Fast forward to now. Eddie was rounding off the end of their session. Steve had invited Robin over for drinks. Which mainly just involved a lot of poorly made margaritas in a blender that sounded like a chainsaw and sticky kitchen countertops.

The kids were getting ready to leave, and Steve, in all of his drunkenness was giving Robin a very hefty low down of their—sexual antics in the living-room. Unaware of tiny listening ears making their way down the hall.

“What the fuck did we tell you?” Mike Wheelers scratchy, high pitched voice boomed across the dining room. Behind him; Lucas, Dustin and Will were all looking at him like he’d pissed on the floor and asked them to clean it up with the clothes off their back.

“Uh—about what?” Eddie asked, unnerved.

“We told you not to fuck things up with Steve!” Dustin admonished.

“I—haven’t? At least, not to my knowledge.”

“So why is he in there talking to Robin about you being mean to him?” Mike asked, stony faced.

“I—what?”

“Yeah, man,” Lucas added, looking almost apologetic. “He said you punish him.”

Eddie’s mouth opened. Closed. Tilted sideways like he was reloading his thoughts. “Okay. What exactly did he say?”

“He said you called him a brat,” Mike deadpanned. “And that you said he was spoiled and that he needed to be ‘put in his place.’”

“Oh my God,” Eddie muttered. Suddenly, unrelentingly, unwillingly starting to realise what was happening.

Dustin held up a hand. “And something about how you ‘make him wait’ just to be a jerk.”

Eddie stared at the group, mouth hanging slightly open.

“We told you not to mess this up,” Dustin hissed. “Steve finally finds someone who makes him happy and now he’s in there with Robin complaining about you!”

Eddie squinted. “Wait. Hold on. He was complaining?”

“No,” Will said slowly, “that’s the confusing part. He sounded upset, but then he said you were being ‘so annoying’ and ‘mean on purpose’ and then he laughed for, like, a full minute.”

“And then,” Lucas added with a grimace, “he said, and I quote, ‘I literally begged him to let me.’”

Everyone paused.

Eddie blinked again.

“Oh no. No, no, no. What the fuck is happening right now,” Eddie muttered, rubbing his temples.

“See?!” Dustin shouted. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out!”

“Dude,” Mike said gravely, “do you, like—talk down to him or something?”

Steve chose that exact moment to walk into the room, eating an apple like nothing was wrong. “You guys talking about me?”

“Help me.” Eddie squeaked out, entire body stiff, voice raised ten octaves.

[stealthysteveharrington]

what happened to hello. what happened to good morning.

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Seeing a lot of new people show up in my notes with like "proship dni" or whatever so RENT LOWERING GUNSHOT: IM AN ADULT WHO DOES NOT CARE IF PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMATIC SHIPS, IM OLD AND BELIEVE TABOO FICTION IS SAFE AND HEALTHY, IM AN OLD MAN WHO THINKS IT'S FINE TO HAVE SHIPS THAT WOULD BE BAD IN REAL LIFE, I BELIEVE IN TABOO KINKS AS HEALING PLACES, I DO NOT DO SHIP DISCOURSE, I THINK IT'S OKAY TO WRITE ABOUT BAD THINGS HAPPENING TO GOOD PEOPLE WITHOUT CONDEMNING IT IN THE NARRATIVE, I THINK IT'S OKAY TO GET OFF TO MAKE BELIEVE BAD THINGS!!! THANKS

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sometimes…..fictional characters…….don’t need to name their children after dead people…….

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thinking about a steddie au fic where eddie munson is a big-time actor, the talented, temperamental kind with a reputation for being hard to work with. he’s intense, he’s serious about his craft and he’s spent years clawing his way up from nothing. now he’s starring in a huge movie, but the studio doesn’t think his name alone will sell it so they bring in steve harrington, golden boy of the music scene, nepo baby with the headlines, the perfect hair and now he’s crossing into acting. he’s charming, absurdly handsome, the media loves him and it drives eddie INSANE.

from the second they meet, they hate each other. eddie thinks he’s a walking billboard, a studio cash-grab, someone who hasn’t had to bleed for the career eddie’s spent years building from scratch, he’s all teeth and interviews and flashing lights and absolutely no work ethic. and worse, the second they meet, he’s nice. too nice. steve thinks eddie’s a pretentious jerk who’s too busy brooding to even be likable. their bickering on set is driving the entire crew insane, so the director does the unthinkable; he forces them to live together for the duration of the shoot. it’s meant to help them bond, but obviously, it backfires……at first. eventually something shifts, they start talking, about their lives, their childhoods, what it’s like to be wanted for the wrong reasons, about fame, fears, feeling like they’re performing even when the cameras aren’t rolling.

eddie starts noticing how hard steve is trying, how scared he looks when he thinks no one’s watching. steve starts seeing past the bravado, the way eddie talks with his hands when he’s passionate, the way he disappears into a role like it’s the only place he feels safe & they become each other’s kinda soft place to land. and obviously when things start to get good & the sexual tension starts being too much to handle, the movie wraps. they both go their separate ways, steve starts prepping for a tour, eddie takes another role overseas. they don’t talk much or at all, they’re both busy pretending none of it meant anything, not to mention steve starts dating someone. eddie keeps up the same front he always has, but it doesn’t go away, that feeling.

months pass and then one night, eddie shows up to steve’s concert, backstage pass in hand, steve sees him after his show and he doesn’t even think twice before he crosses the room to kiss him on sight. kinda enemies to friends to lovers, slowburn au that i cannot stop thinking about. SOMEONE WRITE IT PLEASE.

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(Late to) steddie summer! ☀️♥️

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Steve goes to court with his dad for Bring Your Child to Work Day and it just so happens to be for a case Hopper is testifying on.

This isn’t even Dick Harrington’s usual gig.

It’s traffic court and Dick is representing the child of one of his clients. The kid is twenty-six with a long list of traffic violations and drunk and disorderlies, and his set to lose his license if Hopper has anything to say about it.

So he takes the stand with, “James Hopper.”

Steve, who recently learned that Hopper has a first name and that it’s Jim, loudly questions, “James?”

Judge Ohse bangs his gavel, jokingly points it in Steve’s direction before saying, “Quiet, young man. Unless you want to be held in contempt.”

Steve looks at the judge.

He looks at his dad.

He looks back at the judge.

Frowns.

Asks, “Is that a hug?”

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Which one is closest to yours? Mine is like 6ish-7ish.

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Callahan: *remembers when he was dating Steve’s kindergarten teacher and she said that Steve had trouble reading*

Callahan: *remembers how his cousin was Steve’s fourth grade teacher and she said he struggled with the assigned reading*

Callahan: *remembers when he joined a game club and Randy Clarke kinda implied that Steve was the reason he stopped having students read out loud*

Callahan: *has been waiting in line behind Steve for what feels like forever while he squints at the menu*

Callahan: Do you still not know how to read?

Steve: ?

Dustin: He’s dyslexic, you asshole.

Dustin: Wanna make fun of Max’s wheelchair next?

Callahan: Oh, I. No-

Dustin, loudly: Hey, everyone! Gather around. This guy is gonna make fun of a girl with a wheelchair.

Callahan: I’m not gonna-

Max, doing the funniest thing she can do: *starts crying*

[stealthysteveharrington]

The things he was doing.

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Trees, like animals, can also experience albinism, though it is extremely rare.

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Hopper has his back to the Harringtons in the booth behind him so he can’t see Richard’s face when he says, “Steven, stop messing with my wallet.”

“I’m not,” Steve says. “I’m putting my school picture in this little pocket. See?”

There’s a pause and then Steve adds, “Grandpa Otis put my picture in his wallet. I sent him and Nonna one in the mail, and he called me and said he put it in his wallet.”

“He said I was very handsome,” He continues undeterred by the lack of response. “He says I must get my good looks from Mama.”

“Steve, I don’t want a picture of you in my wallet.”

“Why not?” He asks. “What will you look at when you miss me?”

Hopper hears Richard sigh deeply and the rustle of his newspaper before he says, “You know what my job is?”

“You’re a lawyer.”

“I’m a defense attorney,” Richard says. “That means that sometimes my clients can be dangerous people.”

“But - but they’re the good guys?”

“They’re innocent,” Richard revises. “That doesn’t mean they’re good. That’s a childish view of the world, Steven.”

“Sorry.”

“Now what if one of those dangerous people see my wallet and they don’t like my service?” He continues lecturing. “What if they want to take that out on my family? Do you want them to know what you look like? That’s why I don’t want that picture on there.”

Hopper pauses mid-bite and doesn’t move again until Steve talks, “…are bad people going to come to our house?”

“Hey, kid,” Powell, sitting across the Hopper, calls over before Richard can reply. “No one is going to come to your house and if you do, you give me a call. Alright?”

Hopper turns in his seat to see behind him just as Angela was walking back to the table. She caught the tail end of that conversation and asks, “A call for what?”

“Dad says bad men are gonna come to our house and kill us.”

If looks could kill, Angela would be on trial when she turns to her husband, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

[stealthysteveharrington]

“steve had no right to break jonathan’s camera!”

right so if i found out a dude i didn’t fucking know had snuck onto my property late at night to take pictures of my girlfriend and i getting at it, the camera wouldn’t be the only thing getting broken LMAO

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Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

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Listen/purchase: Salad by Blondshell