#nerdy steve harrington

[steddilly]

I need more fics of nerdy Steve. Look at the company he keeps, with the Party and Robin and Eddie. We know he’s seen Star Wars, and Joe Keery had mentioned in interviews that he loves Star Wars.

I don’t care what he’s nerdy about, Star Wars or Star Trek or Doctor Who or LotR, just as long as Steve gets to be a cute nerd with the rest of them.

P.S. if anyone has any fics like these, please let me know, I need to read them.

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Dancing with the stars Steddie au 😫

Steve is one of the professional dancers on the show and is paired with frontman of Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson, who can barely walk in a straight line when sober.

Eddie doesn’t take the gig at first bc he knows that he’s going to be the first one to be kicked out and he doesn’t want to ruin that for the dancer that he’s paired with. Chrissy, CC’s manager, ends up convincing him since it would be great pr and would help reinforce his whole “don’t knock it ‘till you try it” attitude.

The first time they meet is super awkward and Steve keeps making these little bitchy remarks that has Eddie falling head over heels for this quick-witted prep of a man— not to mention that he has a great ass.

Much to Eddie’s surprise, they make it to the finals and Eddie has gained some balance on his legs and a lot more rhythm. (His fans are raving over the fact that he doesn’t look like a baby deer when he does more than walk, plus the newfound, wiry muscles that emerged on his arms and legs were much appreciated).

When they are training for the final dance, Eddie starts to make each session longer than it has to be because he doesn’t want to stop hanging out with Steve. Over these couple of weeks, he’s fallen totally in love with Steve and everyone but Steve seems to notice.

They are waiting to go on stage when Eddie looks into Steve’s eyes and says, “I want you to know that whatever happens, I’m taking you on a date after this.”

Steve just nods and says, “thank god.”

They perform a salsa that has the crowd screaming when they get into their final pose: Steve’s leg wrapped around Eddie’s waist as Eddie dips him.

They don’t win the show, which is totally fine with the both of them. Brad Pitt won with his crowd appeal and gyrating hips.

Steve and Eddie are just happy that they met. Even with their second place status, most watchers of the show deemed them the true winners.

Then they go out on a date and fall in love and get married and adopt kids and grow old together and they stitch TikToks of them reacting to the edits that people have made.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie post a Tiktok where it’s very clear that he had to scramble to start filming. He pans the camera back and forth between Steve and Dustin as they just stare at each other.

Dustin finally says: …What??

Steve: I said, the bat is in the closet.

Dustin: I asked if you had any protection I could borrow

Steve, like duh: Yeah, I know. That’s why I said the bat is in the closet.

Dustin: Stop saying that! That’s not what I’m ask-

Steve: Stop asking the same question! I have the bat. It’s in the closet. What-

Dustin: Condoms, Steve! I have a date tonight and I was asking if you had condoms.

Steve:

Steve: Borrow???

Eddie: A+ conversation, guys.

[donttellunclesam]

drunk walk home: halloween edition

(close ups under the cut)

[artiststarme]

Officer Phil Callahan wasn’t often seen in a positive light. Most people viewed him as immature, impulsive, condescending, and a poor excuse for a poor excuse of a police officer. However, no one could accuse him of being a bad brother. He prided himself on always being there for his little bro and his brother knew he could count on him too for anything. As such, Phil was the first person he went to after receiving the beating of all beatings.

So, when Phil opened his front door to see his baby bro leaning against the doorframe for support with his bruised face bearing more resemblance to a blueberry, he dropped everything to help him.

“Holy goddamn shit, Steve! What the hell happened to your face?!” He ushered Steve inside and settled him on the well-worn couch adorning his small living room.

Phil didn’t know what had happened to his brother and he didn’t know who had tried to pulverize his face but he did know whomever had committed this atrocity would pay. He didn’t care if he had to arrest Jonathan Byers again or face off against the powerful Hagan parents to cuff Tommy H in public, he was going to make someone suffer.

His rage only grew as he watched Steve dry heave and vomit for hours on end. Phil aspired to return the beating to the perpetrator that gave Steve the headache of all headaches and physical damage to boot. He took care of Steve through the night by waking him up every four hours, rubbing his back through the dry heaves, and giving him water to keep him hydrated. As soon as he seemed stable enough to be left alone though, Phil was badgering him for the name of the attacker.

He waited just long enough to hear, “Billy Hargrove, but don’t-“ before he was off.

Dressed in his Sheriff’s Deputy uniform with his gun on his hip, he set off to find the sack of shit that hurt his brother. Would this look bad in front of the townspeople? Definitely. Could it hurt his job and his position in the department? Most probably. But he would do what he had to do and probably beat the shit out of that dirtbag in revenge.

As expected, the Californian hippie delinquent was standing by his Camaro in front of the school with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Phil pulled the patrol care right up to his bumper before storming up to him and shoving him against his own drivers side door. Billy’s cigarette dropped ashes against Phil’s forearm but the rage inside of him burned even more than the fluttering ash. The eyes of nearly the entire student body rested on him but he didn’t let it phase him.

“You roughed up Steve yesterday,” Phil growled.

“You’re crazy. Who the fuck-“

“You’re gonna shut up and listen, buttercup. If you even think about touching Steve again, you kinky shit, I will make your life a living hell. Stay away from my brother.”

“Whatever, man. Did Steve go running home to mommy-“

He didn’t even register his just flying until Billy’s head whipped to the side followed by a pain in his hand. Shit, he just hit a kid. A bitchy one, but a kid nonetheless. “I’m sorr-“

“Is that all you got? I guess you and Stevie-boy both hit like the pansies you are.” Billy sneered at him with blood coating his teeth.

This little prick. Phil wasn’t going to let some high school bully get away with this. First he tries to kill his brother and then he starts talking shit about the both of them? Nope, no siree. Phil pauses but a minute before pulling a pair of handcuffs from his belt and latching them around a struggling Hargove’s wrists. “Okay, you little shit. You’re under arrest for felony assault, attempted murder, and anything else I can throw at you. No school for you today, now get in my car.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” He yelled, bloody spittle spitting from his lips.

“Yep, just like that concussion you gave my brother. Now shut up and stop resisting before I have to shoot you.” He wouldn’t actually shoot this kid but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Phil knew the charges probably wouldn’t stick but he still felt lighter, relieved, that he had gotten at least a little bit of justice for Steve. And if the increasingly panicked murmurings in the backseat brought a smile to his face? Well, no one was any the wiser.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Eddie definitely has like a stack of books he got from the library when he was like 14 and just never returned. The books are on fish and the underwater world because Eddie is a huge marine biology nerd

[dustcommander]

I see a lot of post on here about Steve dabbling into Eddie’s hobbies and picking up his taste in music. Which is all great. Excellent. Super awesome I love it. But where is the Eddie getting into Steve’s interests? I want Eddie and Steve at a Super Bowl party and Eddie is so into it and Steve is so smitten with him. It starts out as Steve convincing him to watch sports because “eddie you clearly like to ogle jocks” and eventually he’s all about it.

And I want Steve expanding Eddie’s taste in music because “if you only enjoy one genre of something eddie, then you have bad taste in that something.” And Eddie is obviously throughly offended that anyone could ever dare to even think to allude to him having bad taste in music that he makes it his mission to learn all Steve’s faves and that’s how they end up at a Willie Nelson concert and eddie is decked out in black fringe and black studded cowboy hat, wearing a bolo tie and he’s loudly and proudly singing along to every song and Steve is just absolutely swooning.

I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE NEAT IS ALL IM SAYING

[whathehonestfuk]

Steve is a huge Star Trek fan and a firm believer in spirk

[qprstobin]

Maybe it's just the jock in me, but I think about Steddie going to the gym soooo much. For a lot of different reasons lmao. Part of it is that I think it's a great place for Eddie to thirst and be confused at how homoerotic so many of the rituals around the gym are, but also because there's a lot of humor in Eddie going to the gym.

He has a lot of energy, and we know he has some muscle, likely just from day to day activity, mechanics, band equipment, etc. He seems like he would enjoy being outdoors, and hiking or exploring. Something that is a work out but doesn't feel like one if you do it right. Despite all that, he absolutely has the vibe of someone who hated gym class (which, same), and probably would claim to hate working out/doing physical activity.

I just know that when Steve finally convinces him to go to the gym with him, Eddie would be SO MAD at how much he loves it and how great it makes him feel. He is absolutely that post that is like "you mean regular exercise is good for you and makes you feel good???? is good for your mental health??"

He feels lied to, he feels cheated. Maybe he should've expected this, now that he's dating a jock, but he thought that his jock was an exception. He hates jocks. What is happening to him.

Of course part of it is just that it's not gym class, which is not good at catering to any demographic other than "generally athletic and doing a school sport". Another part is that Steve is very big on making sure he doesn't hurt himself, and making sure that why he lifts and shit are at the level he is actually at. Steve would not allow him to overwork himself. He likes that he looks after him and likes that they are able to do something together that aligns with Steve's interests and not the nerd herd's.

It becomes a great way for them to spend time together in public, and it's extra fun when Robin comes along, or when they manage convince one of the others to join them.

The funniest part would be how much his friends would heckle him for it though. It's all affectionate, but Gareth every practice makes a joke about how he knows how Luke Skywalker feels, now that his "father" has betrayed him. Lucas is smug every time he shows up for a session with Steve, and Eddie is there too. it takes a lot for Eddie to remind himself he can't fight a toddler.

(He refuses to admit that he knows Lucas would win.)

The worst though, as @starsvs brought up, is that Steve would look at Eddie, who loves the outdoors, is good at staying hydrated for dnd/the band, and is now working out regularly? And go "babe I think you're a jock now" and Eddie would lose. his. shit.

Eddie genuinely takes a moment to consider if this is what is going to cause him to dump his boyfriend, because he better take that slander back right the fuck now. Eddie? A jock? The very antithesis of everything he stands for? The sheer dramatics that statement causes is enough to keep Steve laughing for weeks. Eddie would grumble and bitch for days, laying on the floor complaining about him!! being called a jock!!! Wayne is just calmly sipping his coffee and watching his boy go on and on, because its certainly more entertaining than anything on day time tv.

[sapphirecobalt-1]

Dustin: Legolas is blond

Steve: actually, according to the book, he's only ever described as —

Eddie, who is torn between taking his clothes off and pulling a ring out to propose but who knows either way he's gonna end up on his knees: god ur hot Steve

[pretty-boy-eddie]

Everytime I write my own trauma into a fic an angel grows increasingly concerned and stares at me with deep unfiltered horror

[steddie-as-they-come]

anyway i’m into stranger things because i was talking about it with my friend once and she mentioned how much steve was a parent to the kids.

i said, “no, i’m like that with the freshmen at robotics, that’s just normal if you’re like the oldest in a friend group.” i then picked up my phone to see the groupchat i’m in with said kids (titled “problem children and exhausted parent”) going crazy, because all six of them needed a ride.

stared at it for a second, put my phone back down, and said, “yeah no nevermind steve and i are definitely parental as all hell.” and i’ve been headfirst ever since.

i am steve. steve is me.

exhibit a:

[forever-is-happiness]

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Headcanon the the party starts including Erica in their DnD games with the Hellfire Club. Once they defeat Vecna, Will and Erica get their own shirts and join the club. Steve still doesn't understand how his boyfriend stole the kids from him

[thornsnvultures]

Ohh my god okay I need Steve going full slutty Tom Selleck, sans the mustache. The short shorts strangling his balls, the Hawaiian shirt open and showing off his chest hair. That summer, Eddie's hiding in the shade trying to maintain his pasty white complexion when he has his own Fast Times moment. Eddie's mouth hangs open as he watches in what feels like slow motion as Steve climbs out of the pool in his tiny shorts that stick to him like a second skin. Steve's arm muscles bulge when he pushes his hair back out of his face. Water runs in rivulets down Steve's hairy chest, catching and glistening in his wild curls that trail down past his navel. His long, toned legs flex as he pulls himself out of the pool and winks at Eddie as he passes by. Eddie's seen Steve half naked before, but this-- this is something else entirely.

[thew1ldblueyonder]

One Ring to Rule Them All

It's December 2001 and Steve feels younger than he’s felt in a long time. He stands there clutching the tickets in his hands like a lifeline, palms sweating like a teenager, awkward and nervous like he hasn’t been for a long time.

And yet, when he looks at Eddie across the hall he feels young in an entirely different way, heart fluttering like a caged songbird that cannot be contained, every breath filling his lungs to the brim, making his skin tingle.

He moves his hand to his pocket, checks it compulsively again and again, his hands tracing the outline of the small box like it’s supposed to calm his foolish heart.

Unaware of Steve’s turmoil, Eddie stands in line to order popcorn for the both of them, sneaking a glance back with a barely contained grin on his face. The energy radiating off of him is palpable and contagious even from this distance. He rolls on the balls of his feet while listing off their order to the cashier, all bold movements, gestures, and a booming voice filled with mirth. His dark eyes shine and a smile threatens to fight itself onto his face every so often.

He's mesmerizing. Steve's hands are sweating violently.

He brushes the sweat down on his nicest jeans, and finds that his hand is shaking a little, buzzing with something so alive and terrifying and not new at all.

When he looks up he finds Eddie skipping over with a large popcorn threatening to spill over tucked between his arms, and two cups of coke slushing around furiously. He smiles sheepishly as he bounds up to him, and Steve helps him by taking one of the drinks off of his hands as soon as he’s in reach. His hands seem sure, and he’s thankful for that.

Though the look on his face is almost damning, lips ticking helplessly upwards at the corners, eyes sparkling. He’s barely contained inside his body, and he could blame it on the infectious energy Eddie emits, the way he sucks him into his orbit, but today, it’s more than that. He thinks, if anyone were to look at them now, they’d know. Like it’s tattooed onto his skin, as he leans closer to Eddie.

"Excited?" He asks, even though he knows the answer. He thinks this might be the first time they've ever been this early to anything in the last 14 years.

Eddie looks almost bashful as he nods. If he had any free hands, he'd be tucking them into his black jeans, looking every bit as boyish as he was back in 86', maybe even more so with his unbridled energy. It’s so endearing. Steve wants to put him in his pocket and keep him there forever.

"It might not even be good." He says, frowning, one last attempt at holding himself back. "I might actually hate it, and then what?" His eyes widen. "What if it disrespects the books so much my memory of them will be stained by this abomination made by this... New Zealandian- nazghul?"

"You know it won't" Steve assures as he steps next to Eddie, subtly leaning his arms against his. He wriggles the tickets playfully in his face. Eddie just snorts quietly. "And even if it's bad, you'll have a blast talking it through with Henderson on the phone. Little shit's going to drain our bank account with the phone bill, guaranteed, after this."

Eddie leans into him, nodding his head seriously as if contemplating the validity of his answer. Steve doesn't think he remembers what it's like living without his casual dramatics. Doesn't think he ever wants to learn.

Eddie's dark eyes flit over to him quickly, shining and beautiful. He sneaks only a glance, before he looks ahead, determinedly, but as he whispers, he leans closer, just a little bit.

"I'm glad you're here with me for this."

Steve doesn’t think he could leave anymore.

Eddie holds his heart in his hands: he’ll be wherever he wants him. That has become one of the undisputable truths of his world

[...]

Rest is up on Ao3!!! ;)