Steddie But They Dont Get Together Until Later. Like, LATER Later. Theyre Beekeeping Age Before Theyre

Steddie but they don’t get together until later. Like, LATER later. They’re beekeeping age before they’re like “huh, maybe I do like that guy”. Steve has kids and a dog but Eddie only has a cat he affectionately calls his “fur baby” (he’s old let him have this) and they’re both recently divorced. They haven’t seen each other in ages but keep up with each other’s lives thanks to social media platforms Dustin made them get. After they both make short divorce announcements to friends and family over those platforms, they decide to meet up and have a time out together. Steve’s kids have grown up, the non biological kids have families of their own, and they’re both simply bored…. Leading to them sharing an Airbnb all alone on the lake with just Steve’s pup as company and realize that this is what they always wanted.

Steve Harrington 1000% watched (ie stared at) some pretty girl putting her curly hair into a bun in gym class—only for her to turn and around and it be, not a girl, but Eddie “the freak” Munson.

steve’s inner monologue: *man, who is that, she’s so pretty. look at that dark gorgeous curly hair—how haven’t i noticed this girl before. i wonder if she’s singl- oh my fucking god it’s eddie fucking goddamn munson.*

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Hello fellow Malevolent artists!!

I have made a simple Arthur Lester diagram (as of part 46)!

I tried to stay as close to canon as possible. Feel free to use as a reference sheet!

A few notes about placements/shapes under the cut (no pictures, just rambles).

Some of them I have shuffled around for clarity on the diagram.

one thing eddie doesn’t expect when they move to a ranch, is for steve to become a straight up cowboy.

he only realizes it’s happened when steve walks in, boots clinking, dirt smudged on his cheek, flannel completely unbuttoned, and his chunky belt buckle on display.

eddie shakes his head and clears his throat, completely missing whatever steve’s just said to him.

“sorry- what?” his voice absolutely doesn’t not crack at the end, refuses to believe it did. steve crosses his arms and leans against that counter. eddie can feel himself gulp.

steve must’ve notice it too, one side of his mouth quirked up. “i *said,* i fixed the gate. shouldn’t give us any hassle anymore.”

“the gate.. uh huh. good to know.” that chest hair is unforgivable. god he’s covered in a thin layer of sweat too.

steve laughs at him, “earth to eddie,” he snaps his fingers once or twice.

“sorry- i-“ eddie pauses. steve raises his brows at him, waiting. “you can’t do this to me.”

steve looks taken aback. “do what?”

eddie gestures to him, “look like- that.”

hands out, steve turns in a circle, “like this?”

“yes.”

“i’m just in my clothes eds.”

“you look like you’re out of some wet cowboy dream i had when i was 13,” a laugh bursts out of steve, “it’s frankly unfair i’ve only just realized i have my own cowboy now.” someone should’ve told him he’s got the literal fucking dream boat at his fingertips. steve hums and steps toward him. he reaches out and fixes the collar eddie’s own flannel.

“you do, yeah.”

“is this where i make the very obvious joke of suddenly needing to save a horse.” steve cackles at that, hiding his face in eddie’s shoulder.

“you’re insufferable.”

“i try.”