#let him freak his parents the fuck out and not just cuz he's dating eddie

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i see a lot of stuff thats like ''steve's thing is sports" and eddie or the other kids should make an effort to get into it for him. but also... like i get the desire to give steve a thing, but i also think a lot of steve's life before the show starts and even continuing on is based on being cool and being popular (even in season 3 he still makes comments about it, still trapped in that mindset) and i think sports are very much part of that. like yeah i think he likes them and enjoys playing but i don't think he's actually as passionate about them the way the others are about their interests. or if he is it's tinged with the need to have acceptable hobbies and that should be unpacked.

and just like steve is what 19? 20? i think the idea of him not knowing what he's passionate about is a lot more compelling. him being friends with a bunch of nerds slowly let's him start to be okay with being passionate about things at all, especially things that aren't expected of him.

i just really like the idea of steve changing and growing. like him being a preppy high school jock is not actually his final form, thats like fucking small beans, thats fucking high school. and it is and will always be a part of him but let him grow up and find his own weird self.

#like especially with steddie i think people dont want steve to get like consumed by eddie's hobbies and thats good #but also i think he is fucking lost #like season 4 is literally set up with he doesn't know what he wants #and I don't think he should become an eddie clone but like being with eddie and the others #help him realize he can be whatever he wants and he needs to figure out what he's passionate #do some soul searching #and maybe it is sports but like honestly its maybe not sorry #steve harrington #steddie #also also if you interpret him as queer then there is so much to explore there #like steve exploring his queer self and the larger queer community is so important to me personally #like ''older steve is just a totally normal dude'' nah older steve is fucking queer as shit #let him be faggy #let him freak his parents the fuck out and not just cuz he's dating eddie #who is btw only weird by like hawkins standards #let them both get even weirder!

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Hiii some Eddie fluff would be so nice! I don't have a specific prompt but maybe like movie night or just spending the might at his? Think it'd be v sweet, and can have touches of smut or not, totally up to u :)

hi love!!! yes yes yes yes yes I had so much fun with this!!! no smut here, just fluffy (slightly angsty but nothing heavy!) goodness!!! thanks so much for the submission! 💕

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He had to fall for a cheerleader.

It’s a total fucking cliché, he knows, the metalhead and the cheerleader, the freak and the popular girl. He knows people talk, knows there are a million eyes on him when he walks out of Hawkins High and gets into your car since his van is broken down and in the shop, knows what they’re all thinking when you plant one on him in the middle of the student parking lot, giving Jason Carver the finger while your other hand is tangled in his messy hair.

What the hell’s a girl like that doing with a freak like him?

He tries not to think about it, tries not to let it get to him as you speed out of the lot, windows rolled down and Aerosmith blaring through the speakers.

You’re not a cheerleader in Hawkins anymore, but at the University of Indianapolis, your outfit now charcoal grey and red instead of green and orange. Much more rock and roll, especially when you pair it with a definitely-not-part-of-the-uniform messy ponytail Eddie just wants to wrap around his wrist and pull, and a beat-up leather jacket with an old Metallica tee sewn onto the back panel, your answer to Eddie’s denim vest. 

The distance has sucked, not having you whenever he wants now that you’re off at university and he’s stuck in high school for another year. It’s added to his determination to graduate, that’s for damn sure, and when he does get you all to himself, it only makes everything better. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.

This weekend has been in the works for months. The moment Wayne had mentioned he’d be out of town for the weekend, visiting an old friend in Louisville, Eddie had dialled the number for your dorm, rattling off the dates as soon as you answered. “You better be free, baby,” he’d said, nearly bouncing on the couch with excitement, “cuz I got plans.”

You’d gotten lucky — your midterms finished on the Wednesday, and you’d headed back to Hawkins on the Friday, straight to the high school to pick Eddie up. Originally, he had planned to come get you from your parents’ place, but when the van had broken down, a last minute rearrangement had your shiny blue car in the parking lot as soon as the bell rang half past three.

And he wasn’t lying. He had plans. He has plans, plans that he knows are going to make up for all the distance between you two the last few months. He knows you’ve been stressed, knows that university has been much more than you bargained for, only finding more evidence in your backseat, which is a maze of textbooks, notepads, pens and pencils, and your overnight bag — a dark vinyl thing covered in patches, some from Eddie’s own collection — filled to burst with clothing, some t-shirts which he recognizes as his own. There’s a six-pack of beer beside the bag, a stack of VHS tapes beside it, and a grocery bag filled with your favourite snacks. Munchies.

“I see you came prepared,” he comments, reaching over to let his hand curl around your thigh as you drive, the breeze floating through the windows making your ponytail bounce a little, Eddie’s hair getting blown off his forehead. “I missed you.”

“Missed you more,” you say, covering his hand with yours. You smile, but there’s something more in your face, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment where the smile looks put on, forced. “Trust me.”

Eddie turns his hand palm-up, and your fingers settle into the spaces between his, knuckles locking together. He squeezes lightly, pulling on your clasped hands until your hand is pressed against his mouth. You giggle when he nips at your skin, fake-growling and rubbing the back of your hand over his cheek. Fuck, had he ever missed you. Has your skin always been this soft?

You take the long way to the trailer park, stopping at the McDonald’s at Eddie’s request, grinning through the windshield when he emerges with a greasy bag of burgers and fries. “And a little something to take the edge off,” he tells you, giving you a peak inside the bag, a ziploc baggie filled with green bud sitting atop the wrappers. “Even a dealer needs a supplier.”

You just laugh, shifting back into drive and reversing out of the your parking spot. “Whatever you say, Eds.”

“Got a little extra for you to take back to Indy with you,” he continues, and you pause at a stop sign, reaching over and grabbing his chin in your hand, pulling him in for a kiss. He sees that same flicker in your face again, your eyes twinkling as he lunches over the gearshift to kiss you.

“My hero.”

It’s already starting to get dark by the time you pull into the trailer park, autumn definitely on it’s way, the days growing shorter and shorter. The moon is rising as you cut the engine, and Eddie’s out of the car like a shot, sprinting around the car and yanking your door open. He holds his hand out to you, bowing low, smiling at you. “Milady.”

You roll your eyes, but return his smile, taking his hand and letting him pull you out of the car. As soon as you’re on your feet, Eddie’s got his arms around you, hauling you up and against his chest, his arms tight around your middle, hand splayed in the small off your back, the fabric of your uniform a little scratchy against his palm. Your own hands curl around his shoulders, digging into his leather jacket, and you let out a little whimper as he kisses you proper, dragging the tip of his nose along yours before his mouth captures your own. You taste so damn good.

“Eds,” you groan out when he nibbles on your bottom lip, palm pushing your body towards his. “We should go inside.”

“Agreed,” he says, smiling into the kiss, speaking against your lips. “We need to get you out of this uniform.” He releases you with one last peck, stepping around you and getting your bag and snacks out of the car. “Go on.” He juts his chin towards the trailer door. “I’m right behind you.”

He sets your stuff on the top step before fishing his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door and then opening it, stepping to the side to let you in first.

“After you, baby.”

He hears your gasp the moment you step inside.

“Oh my god, Eddie.”

He’s grinning when he steps inside, grabbing your stuff again and walking into the trailer with it. The screen door swings shut as he sets the bags down on the kitchen counter, and he walks back, closing the front door and locking it. You’re stuck in place, hands clapped over your mouth, your eyes big and shiny, and Eddie moves to step behind you, his hands settling on your upper arms, moving up and down slowly. 

“You like it?” You spin instantly, throwing your arms around his neck and basically launching yourself into his. He laughs as he catches you, arms tight around your middle, holding you close. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes!” you nearly shout, burying your face in his collar. “Fuck, Eds, it’s perfect.” You pull back, one hand cupping his cheek, thumb swiping along his lip before you kiss him gently, soft and sweet. “You’re perfect.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he grins, kissing you back, rubbing one hand up your back, “but you’re cute.”

He’d gotten up early, on purpose. Wayne was still there when he woke up, fresh off the night shift and duffle in hand, ready for his weekend away. He’d watched Eddie with a quirked brow as the younger Munson cleared out the living room, pushing the couch to the side and the coffee table to the other. A shouted “have a good weekend, kid!” was offered as Wayne left the trailer, but Eddie had barely heard it, too busy yanking the sheets and blankets off his bed so he could pull the mattress down the hall and set it on the ground in front of the couch.

He’d gathered up every (clean) blanket he could find, stacking pillows along one side. Your favourite clothes of his to sleep in — a faded Iron Maiden t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers — are freshly washed and sitting on the corner of the mattress, along with Eddie’s own sleepwear. He even went so far as to hang a string of Christmas lights around the window behind the couch. It makes everything look a little dreamy, he thinks, and judging by the look on your face, it was the right call.

“You did all this for me?” you ask, your voice a little high-pitched, and he sees it again, that glassy look. He’s seen you cry before — he’s loathe to admit that every time you have to go back to Indianapolis, there are tears on both your faces — but this is different.

“Of course, I did,” he replies, hooking his arm around your neck. “I’d do anything for you, you know that.” He hears you sniffle, and his free hand reaches for your chin, tilting your face up to his. “Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I’m just…” you trail off, gaze moving from his face as you gesture to the rearranged living room, your hand turning on your wrist. “I’ve been so stressed out, and I have been dreaming about this weekend ever since you told me, and Eddie, I just…you’re so good to me. This is everything I needed and I…” Your eyes move back to his. “I love you, Eds.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever grinned so hard in his life. He kisses you light, tasting your lip, leaning into your body. “I love you too, baby.”

You fall back into him, surveying the room once more, chewing your thumb. Your head rests under his chin, and he kisses the crown of your head. “Come on, princess,” he tells you, arm dropping to your waist. “Let’s get you out of this uniform.”

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