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[mcdadarts]

let Blades the Bruin wave you into @steddieas-shegoes's bear hugs on ao3. if you like hockey and second chances, you'll love bear hugs

for @steddiebang2024's Steddie Big Bang

[wormdebut]

!!!!! 6 for the wrapped blurb? A way to honor the song that didn't quite make it 🕯🖤

Hi there Vec! Six on my Spotify Wrapped was You Only Live Once by Suicide Silence. This one was actually super difficult for me to figure out, but We did it! Enjoy!

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It's your heart that's beating inside that keeps us alive.

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"Hey, Steve?" Eddie whispers, from his hospital bed and Steve freezes. He was headed out for the night. He wonders if Eddie remembers.

'Hey Steve--Make him pay.'

He's got to right? Steve hasn't stopped remembering it.

Steve whips his head around--no he's not eager to keep talking to Eddie. Leave him alone.

Eddie smiles. It's a small thing, but its been a week and half since--everything. Steve has thought about a lot of things. He's talked to Robin about a lot of things. It's been a week and a half since Steve Harrington carried Eddie Munson out of the upside down, hanging on by a fucking thread.

It's been two days since he opened his (very pretty) eyes and Steve is struggling.

Steve inhales, letting out a quick, "Yeah?"

That soft smile on Eddie's face, grows. He's still healing, but it's good to see him smiling. "I'm glad you made it out okay, Harrington."

Steve doesn't love that. Simply because, he's about to walk out of here, on two working legs. He's about to walk out of here, and go to his big as hell, empty fucking mansion and Eddie is lying in a hospital bed, with tubes all over his body, hooked to far too many electrical devices and Eddie is telling Steve that he's glad he's alright.

And yet-- "I'm glad you made it out okay too, Munson." Steve returns Eddie's smile.

Eddie cocks his head. "I'll see you soon?"

'I'll be back tomorrow', Steve thinks. He doesn't say that though. He just nods his head once. "Yeah, Eds. I'll see you soon."

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Things are fine. Eddie keeps coming over to Steve's house--of course he does. Steve keeps inviting him. Steve just can't get over the fact that Eddie keeps saying yes.

They're doing what they usually do, these days, lounging by the pool--absolutely not swimming, thank you very much--smoking weed and just existing.

Steve is quite happy with the way things are going. He just wishes he could fucking say something. Anything.

Eddie pulls him out of his thoughts.

"Does it ever get any better?" Eddie asks and Steve raises an eyebrow. Eddie continues, "Living with knowing? Knowing that there's a real actual hell just--underneath our fucking feet? Knowing that people are as evil and twisted as I always thought they were? Knowing that the people of Hawkins are safe because of a bunch of teenage nerds? Does it--" Eddie pauses, turning his stupid (very pretty) wide eyes up to meet Steve's "--ever start making sense?"

Steve stares back into Eddie's eyes for a minute--he is high, leave him alone--before shaking his head.

"Better? No, I don't really think so--but, you have people who know what you do. You have people who went through what you went through. We stick together. Does it get any better? I don't really think so--but, it does get easier."

Eddie's face goes soft, his smile is that sweet thing again and it makes Steve's heart, ache. "Having you makes it easier I think."

Steve feels the color that rushes to his cheeks. "Yeah, well--you've got me."

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He's going to go insane. It's been three months and things with Eddie are fine. They are fine, and nothing is changing and--well--except for--okay…so maybe they--Look. Listen. Eddie is a tactile guy and Steve does not mind. Maybe they cuddle on Steve's dumb couch everyone in a dumb while, but that's--Eddie isn't making any moves, and Steve doesn't know if he should--and--

And and and--

"Rob, I don't know what to do." Steve whines over the phone line.

"Oh my god Steve. I leave for the weekend. The weekend, Steven Augustus." She sighs. She has to go pulling out the pretentious middle name. Cool. Great. "Just--" she sighs, "just talk to him--or--"

"Or what Robin Evangeline?" Steve fights back. Robin has a pretentious middle name too.

Robin scoffs. "Okay, first of all? That's fuckin' rude. Point B? Just--I dunno--kiss him about it or something."

Steve laughs--cackles really. "Oh yeah, I'll just kiss him real quick and it should fix everything right?"

Robin sighs. "I don't know Steve. You only live once--and honestly? The fact that you and Eddie for that matter are still breathing is pretty fucking phenomenal and--You just--you--life is too short to worry about the what ifs. Talk to him, kiss him, fuck him. I don't care. Just--do something about it."

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Steve watches as Eddie slings his jacket over his shoulders. He's just gonna let him walk out of his house again.

"Hey, Eddie?" Steve breathes. Eddie turns, that soft smile--the smile Steve thinks is maybe meant for him--on his plush lips.

Steve takes a breath and then grabs Eddie's arm, pulling them chest to chest. He almost loses his cool when they lock eyes. Eddie's are wide and searching.

Steve is done searching he knows what he wants. He leans forward, crashing his lips to Eddies.

Eddie kisses back.

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You only live once, so just go fucking nuts!

[redrosydiaz]

33 "Close your eyes and hold out your hands" for Steddie? 🖤

helloooo, thank you for sending this in!!!! 💕 i LOVE this one and omg i have been wanting to expand upon the idea i had below for SO long and this gave me the PERFECT chance to do so so THANK YOU ahh.

33. "close your eyes and hold out your hands"

Let it be known that the Munson’s are collectors. 

Wayne has his baseball caps, his mugs. Eddie’s mother collected vinyls. His father — prison sentences.

And Eddie? Eddie collects rocks. Sometimes buttons, occasionally shells, if he can find them. Feathers, once in a blue moon. But mostly rocks. Big rocks, small rocks, rocks that are round and perfectly smooth, rocks that have jagged edges and funky protrusions. Rocks made of coarse granite and rocks made of translucent quartz, and once, notably, a rock made of sleek, inky obsidian. He collects gray rocks and brown rocks, green rocks and red rocks. His favorites are the purple ones that crack open to crystals.

So Eddie collects rocks. But he never keeps them for himself.

You see, every rock he finds — every bottle cap, every loose coin, every lost charm — he gives to Steve.

And Steve? Steve holds onto every single one of them. He keeps a shoebox tucked away safe and sound beneath the bed, and inside the shoebox is his trove of cherished treasures. All of the things that Eddie has gifted him with over the years. Every so often, he’ll take the box out, sit on the floor, and sort through the trinkets. He’ll smile at the sea glass and marvel at the marbles, and count all of the rocks, laughing as the number climbs and climbs. (His favorite is the purple one too.)

The trails are a pretty good place to find rocks — the best, actually. This is something that Eddie has learned personally.

In his bid to find hobbies outside of carting overgrown children to the arcade and the local diner and holing up in stale basements to watch movie after movie, Steve takes up hiking of all things. There’s something about the combination of a good workout, fresh air, and the chance to become one with nature or some bullshit like that that ends up being too damn irresistible to him. He takes to it like a fish to water.

Eddie, to the surprise of them both, likes to tag along on Steve’s hikes. Or — likes to isn’t quite right: Edide tags along. Outdoorsy activities have never been his favorite, and exercise isn’t exactly his idea of a fun time, but Steve likes both of those things, and Eddie loves Steve. He wants to be able to do things with his boyfriend, things that Steve likes. He wants to show his support for Steve’s interests the same way that Steve shows support for his.

So Eddie goes on hikes. 

Has been going on hikes for the past three years now, believe it or not.

The hikes are hell, mostly. Uphill battles that leave his lungs burning and his calves straining and his feet aching. By the end, his bangs are always stuck unflatteringly to his forehead, and his shirt is soaked through. 

Even after all this time, they still don’t get easier. 

(That probably has something to do with Eddie’s healthy appetite for cigarettes and chalices of mountain dew and those god damned Scotcheroos of Claudia Henderson’s that he can never just eat one of. But whatever. Some things are too good to give up.) 

The twinging muscles and the fucked up hair and the general funk seeping out of his skin are always made worth it when they finally reach the peak and Steve positively glows. The way his smile stretches across his face, big and bright; the way he angles his face towards the sun and breathes in the clean air; the way he turns to Eddie and grabs his hand and says, “Isn’t this great?” in the most genuine, wondrous manner.

“The greatest,” Eddie always agrees, and he means it every time.

They are also made worth it by all of the rocks that Eddie finds along the way. Because old habits die hard. (Or not at all, in this case.)

It is these two things — the hiking and the rock collecting — that come together as the perfect catalysts to set in motion the plan he’s been hanging onto for months now.

“Isn’t the view beautiful?” Steve asks, looking out past the edge of the cliff they’d just made it to the top of. In the distance, the sun is just beginning to peak out from behind the trees, casting a golden glow across the lake below.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Eddie replies, nearly tripping Steve up as he sidesteps into his space to lean in close and pop a kiss to his cheekbone.

Steve ducks his head and bats Eddie’s shoulder with his free hand, laughing softly. His other hand is clasped in Eddie’s, hanging between them and swinging lightly with each step. “Cheeseball,” he says, and Eddie just laughs.

They continue to follow the path, enjoying the view of the lake and the dewy morning air and the companionship of one another.

As always, it doesn’t take long before something hidden away in the greenery catches Eddie’s attention. He perks up, dropping Steve’s hand before he darts ahead towards a little patch of dandelions.

Steve shakes his head fondly as Eddie crouches down and starts to pick something out of the weeds. He wonders idly what it is, exactly, that snagged Eddie’s eye this time. 

There are a few dandelions between his fingers when he rises back to his feet and starts towards Steve again, but there’s something else too — something clutched safely in the cup of his hand, concealed by his fingers.

He comes to a stop in front of Steve, bouncing on his heels as an enthusiastic smile spreads across his lips. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” he instructs with a tilt of his head.

Steve obliges, always willing to go along with the silly little rigamarole Eddie puts them through each time he has a new trinket for Steve. His eyes flutter shut and he extends his hand.

“I gotcha another rock, Stevie,” Eddie says softly, pacing something gently into the center of Steve’s hand before folding his fingers securely around it.

Eddie’s gift settles into his palm and it feels lighter than any of the other rocks Eddie’s given him. Steve contemplates what kind of rock it might be, what it’s going to look like, if there’s any defining feature that drew Eddie to it in the first place.

“You can look now,” Eddie says.

Steve opens his eyes, and looks down at his hand. Slowly, he unfurls his fist and —

Oh.

It’s not a rock that sits against his palm. Not the kind you find on the ground anyways.

It’s a ring. The rock in question — a diamond, small and tasteful right in the center of a thin silver band.

Steve promptly loses his breath.

When he looks up with shining eyes, Eddie is kneeling in front of him. He’s still red in the cheeks from their hike, kind of sweaty too, with his hair sticking up from where it’s tucked behind his bandana. They’ve had plenty of time to cool down, but he looks breathless, as he gazes up at Steve with big, hopeful eyes and a crooked little smile.

He’s beautiful.

“So what do you say, Stevie?” Eddie asks, holding his little bouquet of dandelions. “Wanna add that one to your collection too?”

The laugh that bubbles up and out of Steve is giddy and electrified and tinged with wetness as the happy tears start to spill over his lashline. He closes his fingers back around the ring and he stumbles forward to fist his other hand into the front of Eddie’s t-shirt and haul him to his feet so he can tug him into a kiss.

“Yes,” he mumbles against Eddie’s lips, “yes, yes, yes.”

Eddie’s arms curl around Steve’s waist and he laughs too, until they’re smiling into one another’s mouths more than kissing.

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and flattens his hand, depositing the ring into his open palm. He sticks his own hand out then, the left one, and wiggles his ring finger eagerly. “Put it on me!” He requests.

Eddie laughs, but does just that. He takes Steve’s hand gently into his own and slides the ring down the length of his finger until it fits snugly at the base, right there against his knuckle. It glitters in the sunlight, and Eddie draws Steve’s hand up to his lips so he can press a sweet kiss just above it.

“Thank god you said yes,” Eddie says, twining his fingers with Steve’s and pulling him back in for another kiss in between. “If you made me climb a whole ass mountain and then said no…” he trails off, shaking his head.

Steve snorts. “You love it,” he says. “You love me.”

Eddie softens. “I do,” he says. “And I get to do it forever now.”

“Forever sounds pretty damn nice,” Steve tells him.

“It sure does.” 100 ways to say i love you prompts

[rosynov]

Happy birthday, happy pride, and congrats on the milestone, Bee!! Your Roll for....? idea is so cool and creative, and I'm super curious to see how a moodboard with rolls for ship, vibe, and era would turn out ✨️

ahhh vec! thank you so much!!! i've been able to do some pretty cool rolls for this project but this one has been one of my favorites to make so far. i hope you enjoy <33

ship: steddie | vibe: bittersweet | era: 1940s

steve's letters always start the same: a 'to my dearest e' in his signature scratch followed by the most subtle of hearts. he writes until he can't write anymore. he writes until the dorm monitor is yelling at him that it's past lights out, he writes until his pens run out of ink, he writes until his father's voice quiets in his head and his mother's look of disappointment vanishes from view. he writes until he forgets that he got shipped away to some fancy college overseas so his parents wouldn't have to see who he is, who he loves. he writes until he remembers what it was like by his guy's side, back in the city with their hands shoving at each other because it was the easiest way they could touch in public. he writes until he can remember what it felt like to hold his hand, kiss his lips. he writes until it's eddie's brown eyes that he sees when he closes his eyes as dawn breaks over the horizon. he writes until his hand cramps so badly that it takes away the pain in his lonely, broken heart. steve's letters always end the same: a 'i'm coming back for you' in his signature scratch followed by the most subtle of hearts.

roll for prompts: accepting!

[withacapitalp]

Good morninggggg 2, 12, and 29?

Well!! It's afternoon now bc I'm a mess but! thank you for the ask :DDD

2:A song you like with a number in the title

11:11 by Ben Barnes!! Okay Ben Barnes is such a good actor, his voice is like a lark, and this song is SO CUTE. I wrote a little steddie two shot listening to it, and honestly that one is still one of my top faves <333

12:A song from your preteen years

Oh god there are literally so many but I'm going to go with Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. Preteen Liam used to listen to this song to dance around the house w his best friend (This and Hot and Cold by Katy Perry lol) so it def hits the nostalgia train

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

OKAY SO THIS IS GONNA BE WEIRD

My dad really liked the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack and so he had the CD in his car and baby Liam REALLY liked the song Diamonds are a girl's best friend from that CD. I also liked El Tango De Roxanne, but Diamonds was very much the one I was like Dad replay pls

[toburnup]

I don't know if this is in your musical lane or not, or if you're even into getting this type of ask, but this song reminds me so much of what's currently posted of IYLO. The song sounds so soft and sweet, and it is, but it's so fucking sad because it walks through a relationship that ended in a way that left the writer so deeply affected. It evokes all of the feelings that I get from Steve and Eddie's relationship so far, so I wanted to share it as a thank you or something? Idk, here's some food for your table, my liege:

I'm holding on to the angst with a happy ending tag with a vice grip

"or if you'r even into getting this type of ask" FRIEND, i am SO into it. this is fantastic. i have listened to it twice, and those lyrics are <33 bittersweet and perfect. thank you so much!!

[starry-eyed-steve]

Worse, it's a damn commercial 🥲

Oh I know about that 🥲

I also know he had plenty of offers to do a rom-rom but declined because nothing was appealing to him. However, I need him to do at least one, it's what we deserve.

[kkpwnall]

24 for the wrapped?

hi vec hello!!

24. A song that could be the soundtrack of a movie: i'm gonna go with pressure to party by julia jacklin (shout out @figthefruitfaeth for another banger song rec). i feel like it'd fit really well in like a late 20s coming of age romcom

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