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“And what if I go with you?” Steve simply asks like out of the blue, long legs crossed at his ankles and hands pillowing his own head, his eyes fixed on the molten gold clouds drifting away from the late afternoon sun, his body stretched out over the metal roof of the Munson's trailer. King Steve, only kept apart from the dirt and filth by the sheer fabric of an old towel.

King. Steve. He asks what if and I and with you and all five impossible things happen, one right after the other:

Eddie asks “Really?” and Steve shrugs off a “Sure” and for probably the first time in the not-that-short-anymore story of his life, death, and resurrection, Eddie Munson finds himself at the loss of words because― Steve smiles, then. Not on purpose, but not meaning to.  The smile tugs at the corners of his lips and Steve tries to hold it back but it slips away and― second impossible thing: Eddie’s sure that, out of the countless, innumerable, immeasurable times Eddie’s looked at him and thought it, this is, of all, the one time Steve Harrington’s looked the most impossibly beautiful.

The third is that Eddie says yes.

Says "Yeah. Sure." And, against all odds, the world turns upside down once again, when it seemed like one of those things that could only happen once in a lifetime. It does because Steve whispers "It's a date, then" and finally lets that reckless smile win this round, stretch all over his lips, beautiful and wide.

The fourth: five days away from finally graduating in nineteen eighty-six, Eddie Munson has a date to the prom and. Eddie Munson is going to the prom. With Prom King himself and―

Fifth: when two days later Steve kisses him right in the middle of the dance floor, Eddie's arms wrapped tight around his neck, Cindy Lauper singing time after time in her sweet, sweet voice, he realizes he was unexpectedly right, all along:

This is definitely his year.

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smooch.

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Steve finds love in clean sheets.

He comes home on a Wednesday night to his, Robin’s, and Eddie’s apartment, exhausted. They are packed in like sardines in the place; Robin gets a room to herself, having the space to create her own identity. But Eddie and Steve share a room and do so without much complaint.

They both want her happy.

They are friends, so it’s normal to share a room. It’s probably less normal to share a bed—but the space is small and they have so many things, so sharing a full bed is easier than squeezing twins into corners.

Steve doesn’t mind it being so close to Eddie. Thinks he should be worried about that feeling, but finds he isn’t bothered at all.

Their habits rarely butt heads, their organization skills somehow meet in the middle, and Steve doesn’t care how Eddie decorates as long he’s okay with the nail bat placed under the bed.

The only thing that is a problem that really isn’t much of a problem, is the bed sheets. Sometimes, Eddie forgets, so Steve’s taken it upon himself to change them. It’s not that he doesn’t like the smell of Eddie that lingers. It smells of a home he didn’t know he had on a warm summer day.

But after work, especially on hard days, Steve likes to shower and bury himself beneath clean sheets. The cold, smooth texture rubbing against he legs, the fresh linen scent feeling up his nose.

Steve doesn’t think Eddie notices; he is almost positive, and even if he did, he wouldn’t bat an eye. So Steve changes his sheets every five days or so, more often than really necessary.

Until this Wednesday night.

Steve isn’t having a good day—in fact, he would categorize it as one of his worst yet. Work was hell, and nothing was going his way. Steve walks into the apartment to see Robin and Eddie on the couch, and all Steve wants is to shower and crawl into a clean bed.

The problem is, though—the day from hell has actually been the week from hell, and Steve realizes he hasn’t changed his sheets in a week.

Steve groans as he heads towards the shower, ignoring the curious look from his friends. He begrudgingly accepts his fate—a dirty bed in exchange for an early sleep. Steve bangs his head on the bathroom wall.

Steve exits, and moves to his room to throw on boxers and a tshirt he almost sure is Eddie’s.

Then, he lifts the blankets and snuggles inside only to realize—the sheets feel amazing. They feel clean.

Steve glances down at them, realizes they are the flower sheets Eddie hates—replacing the dark grey ones that had been there this morning.

Steve knows undoubtedly that Eddie is the one who changed them. Steve could write it off as Eddie finally remembering a chore, but he can’t lie to his heart.

It knows Eddie did this for him.

Steve lets out a huge sigh of relief as he sinks down into the clean sheets, the smell of linen wafted through the air with hints of Eddie’s cologne from his shirt.

Steve snuggles into the bed—taking Eddie’s pillow instead of his own, and falls asleep to the steady thought that Steve Harrington is in love with Eddie Munson.

It’s the most peaceful sleep he’s ever had.

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Listen, I love Eddie gushing over his handsome boyfriend like all and any of us, but I have some thoughts. It’s still planned for my set of fanfictions, Piece by Piece, but I’m drabbling my way towards happiness here.

Steve knows he is good-looking. He knows his hair is amazing, he knows he’s toned, all that. People have been complimenting him for all his life, have been jealous, but most of all, it’s all they have seen. The jerk with good looks. The jock with the hair. Then the babysitter, still with the hair. Steve isn’t exactly proud of his looks, it’s just what it is. He’s a pretty boy and that’s a fact. He doesn’t argue against the compliments, he has learned long ago that any insecurity on his part is considered fake modesty. But he’s terrified because he knows looks don’t last, he knows he isn’t as active as he used to be, he knows there will be wrinkles, grey hair, saggy skin and just like the enviable body he has now, he will not have any choice in it.

When he starts dating Eddie, he can tell Eddie likes the way he looks and that’s fine, that’s great even, but this isn’t just a fling to him, it’s his endgame. Steve likes making himself look pretty for his boyfriend, leans into his touch when Eddie strokes his hair, kisses his beauty marks, but there’s this insistent, unrelenting voice in his head that keeps saying: “this is all you have to offer. This is all you are and all you’ll ever be.” He never shares this with anyone, but he dreads the day when Eddie finds out there is nothing else to Steve than his reckless disregard for his own health and his naturally but inevitably diminishing looks.

But Eddie is observant. When he gazes into Steve’s eyes and whispers “you’re so beautiful it hurts,” Steve’s lip quivers and he closes his eyes, as if he was memorizing the moment. It’s subtle, but his muscles tense. Eddie knows in that second that there is something there, something he doesn’t realize yet, but he’s committed to unraveling the wire wrapping Steve’s heart on his own. He doesn’t push and prod, he experiments.

The next time, he doesn’t go for the obvious, even if he wants to sing odes to Steve’s shoulders, his back, his strong hands. Steve is cooking in the kitchen, fumbling around a bit, but the smell is delicious and he looks content. His hair is still ruffled from their night together and he’s humming some pop song Eddie doesn’t recognize. Eddie’s heart swells with fondness and he wraps his arms around Steve’s waist from behind, kissing the nape of his neck. “What a sight you are,” he mumbles into his shoulder. “When you smile like that, when you sing along your horrible music…you’re making me realize how lucky I am all over again.” He knows he said something right when Steve turns the prettiest shade of pink and starts spluttering that he’s the lucky one, really, and does Eddie really enjoy his heartfelt rendition of Take On Me when pop normally makes his ears bleed? Eddie says “it’s not the pop I like, it’s you. It makes you happy and I love seeing you happy,” and Steve just melts into his arms.

From that point onwards, he makes sure to compliment Steve’s choices, not just his looks, even though he never fails to whisper exactly what Steve’s body does to him in the bed. He tells him that the new shirt makes him look even more radiant, he tells Steve he loves it when he lets loose once in a while and gets silly, he swoons over his voice, praises how well he handles the kids, his effort, his style. And Steve finally opens up about his insecurities, asking whether Eddie doesn’t find him boring, with how straightforward he is, how one-dimensional. “I don’t care for fireworks, Steve,” he tells him and strokes that beautiful head. “They’re pretty, exciting, but burn out soon and probably set your house on fire. Some relationships are like that, but not with you. Being with you…it makes me feel safe. I never have to guess what you mean, you just say it. Being with you is like sitting in front of a fireplace and having all the time in the world. I want that, nothing else.”

Steve smiles at him and squeezes his hand. He chews on his lip and whispers: “All the time, huh? Even when I’m gray and ugly?”

Eddie gasps, offended. “The nerve of calling my boyfriend ugly, sir! Now I have to fight you for his honor! Ready your sword, scoundrel!” He tackles Steve to the bed, laughing like a madman. When he lands on top of him, he cradles his head gently and pecks him on the lips, just once, although he wants nothing more than to get lost in his embrace. “Seriously though, Stevie. You and ugly? Never to me, no matter what. But old? Hell yeah. If I get to see you all aged like fine wine or if you become the grumpiest asshole in this town, that’s a victory in my book. Because it’ll mean we survived all the crap life threw at us and you’ll have kept me around. What’s not to love about that?”

And it seems the wire constricting Steve’s heart is loosening because there are tears in his eyes and he doesn’t flinch when Eddie kisses them away. “I’ll be looking forward to it then,” he whispers into Eddie’s hair.

From then on, Steve doesn’t fear new wrinkles. He celebrates them with Eddie, counting each gray hair as a small step toward their victory, as Eddie called it. And it turns out that Steve is okay being complimented on his looks after all, because when Eddie kisses his laugh lines and mentions how much he enjoys them (“these are a proof you find me hilarious, Steve! Of course I love them!”), Steve finds himself seeing his body as a map of his life, the moments with Eddie, Robin, the kids, and as his wise boyfriend once said: “What’s not to love about that?”

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my reason to live on earth

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mungrove pirate AU?! Hell yeahh 🙏🏼

I need a fanfic about this 😩 having a hot admiral as your ‚guest‘ is just 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

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Okay, I’m confused. What’s going on here? A lovers’ quarrel? (insp)

#We like Nancy, but we don’t love Nancy

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cute mungrove things:

they both wake up grumpy with messy hair after cuddling and fucking all night, and they skip breakfast in favour of having coffee and a cigarette

every passenger Billy’s ever had in his Camaro has always complained about the music and the volume, but Eddie shoves a Metallica cassette into the deck and turns it up as loud as it can go as his boyfriend drives them to the goddamn grocery store, headbanging the entire time

once they actually start dating and calling each other their boyfriend, Billy wears Eddie’s leather jacket and Eddie takes Billy’s jean jacket (and adds a patch or two or three)

Billy isn’t into D&D like his boyfriend is, but he does love it when Eddie gets super passionate as he tells Billy about his newest campaign

they don’t hold hands, they link their pinkies together

Eddie loves kissing Billy’s hands and up to vein in his bicep while Billy loves brushing Eddie’s hair aside to kiss his sensitive neck

when they argue and Billy’s temper flares, he’s learned to lay on the floor and count to ten - and Eddie joins him every time, matching their breathing before they begin sorting the issue

they fooled around in the back of Billy’s Camaro once and Eddie got a bad cramp in his leg so now they hook up in his van instead

Eddie hates going to basketball games and pep rallies but he goes solely to watch Billy and quietly cheer him on

they sleep with just a sheet as a blanket because Billy runs so hot

Eddie gives Billy one of his rings after they first say ‘I love you’

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When you both survive to 1987, and your boyfriend takes you to see the hottest new rock act in town. Then feels jealous because his other half is crushing on the guitarist HARD.

‘That better be a packet of lifesavers in your pocket, Munson.’

‘I admit nothing.’

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the munsons own a garage and eddie works in it

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my new obsession

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It’s 1983, Eddie starts the Hellfire Club, and Steve is making great strides in basketball. 

And everything is great, everything is cool, yeah… But in Ms. O'Donnell’s, he sits right in front, and it’s a little bit annoying, because… Honestly, what the hell is his hair even??!

commission “another ⚡️ comics styled set” for @cicadidaes

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Eddie: you just sit back there big boy, I got this.

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imagining eddie attaching the chain from his pants to a loop on steve's when he isnt looking "oh nooo~ guess we have to stick close together~~~"

Ah, I love that. He'd totally get Steve grumpy side out for constantly finding himself toeing a Metalhead around. 

‘God's Sake Munson, I'm trying to work here.’ ‘And I’m admiring the view. Whatcha going to do about it?.’ ‘Shut up and pick a Horror for tonight.’ ‘Oh, are we on a date, Harrington?.’ ‘Yeah, at Dustins.’ ‘That wasn't a no!. ‘Arghhh! Get your stupid chain out of my pants.’ ‘Is that an euphemism?.’ ‘OHMYGOD!’

But, he secretly loves the fact he’s so close to Eddie without having to admit he wants to be. We know it's going to escalate and Eddie's cuffs will come out to play ;P

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STRANGER NICER THINGS 📕 series

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a little more steddie, as a treat