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[hardboiledleggs]

Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson Part 2

Part 1 Here!

I could kiss all of you consensually on the mouth, you were so nice about part 1 I cried several times. Here is the long awaited part 2, which I am considering turning into a full length fic on ao3 so if anyone wants to follow me there here it is! Sorry it is so short! This is mostly a stepping stone for my plan for part 3. As always, if anyone would like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list or the tag list for this fic specifically, let me know below :)

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As a general rule, Steve considers himself a confident person. Unfortunately, there’s something about Eddie Munson that reduces him to a nervous, sweaty wreck with decidedly NOT perfect hair. Every time he pulls the now well-worn scrap of paper with Eddie’s number from his pocket, his heart rate jumps to an unhealthy level, and he stuffs it away. This has, of course, royally pissed off Robin Buckley.

“I mean, Jesus Christ, Steve. What is the point of getting a cute guy’s number if you aren’t even going to use it? I think I would have called him more than you have by now, and he doesn’t even have boobies!”

Steve crosses his arms and lets out a disgruntled huff. “Look, I told him some seriously personal stuff, okay? I doubt he even wants me to call him.”

Robin shoots him a deadly glare as she restocks the chocolate chunk ice cream, her stern look tempered slightly by her ridiculous sailor outfit. Scoops Ahoy is an okay place to work, all things considered, but Steve has considered reporting the ice cream shop to the Better Business Bureau for the uniforms alone.

“Why the hell would he give you his number, then? Please don’t be a dingus,” she snorts as she wipes an arm across her sweaty forehead.

“He probably felt bad for me, okay? Seriously. If I had told you that story, you wouldn’t be like ‘Wow, can’t wait to jump his bones!’ You’d think I was a pathetic dude with daddy issues,” Steve groans, flopping forward against the counter. His track record with guys had been, so far, awful. It was hard enough to be a bisexual man in the 80s, let alone in a small town in Indiana. One wrong move, the wrong word, and he could be arrested or worse. It didn’t give a guy a whole lot of confidence.

“For the record, I wouldn’t have wanted to jump your bones regardless, but whatever,” Robin says dryly. Her eyes are soft as she catches his arm. “Just don’t let yourself lose out on something nice ‘cause you’re scared, okay?”

Steve doesn’t look at her as he tugs out of her grip and starts organizing the spoons.

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Eddie Munson has always hated places like the Starcourt Mall. There are always way too many people, too much erroneous noise, and the workers start to follow you around the store if you start touching everything that looks like it might be soft. However, even he cannot deny the hypnotic pull of a brand-new Tower Records shop.

Weaving in between soccer moms and bubblegum-chewing teenage girls, he skids around a corner and gazes above the heads of the crowd, trying to spot the Tower Records logo amongst the perms. Nothing catches his eye except a blue and red neon sign flashing ‘Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor’ across the mall. Figuring there were worse places to take a break and get directions, Eddie shrugs and fights his way through the crowd and steps into the nautical ice cream parlor.

The man at the counter has his back to Eddie, but upon hearing Eddie’s boots squeak on the linoleum he turns and begins to recite sullenly, as if from a drilling manual; “Ahoy, are you ready to set off into an ocean of flavor with me as your capt-“

Steve snaps his mouth shut when he makes eye contact with Eddie. In comparison, Eddie’s mouth is gaping like a beached trout, and he doesn’t seem to have the capacity to shut it, because Steve, “tattoo boy who he had moaned and whined about to Argyle for literal hours” Steve, is standing right in front of him in tiny shorts and a sailor’s hat and is that lip gloss?

His face is on fire, smoke might be coming out of his ears, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the shorts. Apparently, the Scoops Ahoy motto was “Serve ice cream and invade Eddie Munson’s wet dreams for at least a month!” Eddie shifts his weight from foot to foot, his discomfort growing as the silence stretches longer. It had been days since they’d met, and Steve hadn’t called once. Wayne had gotten so sick of him asking if he had any messages that he’d threatened to tear the phone out of the wall.

“Well, hiya Stevie. How’d that ink turn out? Thought I might get to hear about it after you left, but I think my phone might be busted? That, or my uncle is lying to me about not getting any messages.” There. False bravado. The tried and true method of any queer man about to get rejected by an obscenely handsome ice cream salesman.

“I’m sorry,” Steve blurts. His hands twitch, as though he wanted to reach across the grimy counter but thought better of it at the last second. “I didn’t know how to call you and… so I didn’t.”

His face is ashen, full lips parted as he breathes. Eddie thinks he might never see a more beautiful thing in his life, but he takes a step back, a false grin stretching his lips into a practiced and careful expression.

“Hey, man, no big deal. I misread things. It happens! You were darling, and I am well-known for my sweet tooth.” He smiles a real smile this time and holds out his hand to shake. “No hard feelings as long as you can point me in the direction of the new record store?”

Steve stares at his ring-clad fingers for too long before he turns and starts to wrestle with the junky cash register on the counter. Something snaps as he yanks it open and fumbles for the receipt paper, tearing off a sheet and beginning to scribble furiously. Eddie is just thinking to himself that this guy must think he’s too stupid to remember one or two sentences of directions when the paper is shoved into his outstretched hand. Steve has scrawled his full name and number in thin, slanted handwriting.

A bubble of hope rises in Eddie’s chest as he stares at the piece of paper in his hand. This isn’t platonic with a capital P. Or at least if it is, the universe is mean and should reevaluate how it operates.

“This way you can call me, because I’m a total chickenshit and am definitely terrified of you,” Steve declares as he gnaws on his bottom lip. “Or if I fucked it up that’s whatever and I get it. The record store is like 15 stores down to the right.” He looks like a puppy someone had kicked and left out in the rain.

“When is your shift over? Or rather, when will you be home and sitting by the phone?” Eddie asks in a breathless rush.

Steve’s face brightens with a shy but triumphant smile. “I’m off at 7, home by 7:15!”

“7:30, loverboy. I need a ride.” The pane of frosted glass behind Steve slides open, revealing a pretty girl in a similar uniform to her coworker, although her outfit isn’t having quite the same effect on Eddie as Steve’s is. Grinning like a hyena, she pulls a whiteboard out from behind her and uncaps a marker, putting a single tally in a column labeled “You Rule” that has thus far remained empty. Steve tosses a waffle cone at her head, which she ducks, before sliding the panel shut once more.

“7:30 then. Got it. Expect my call, big boy,” Eddie bows theatrically. He steps backward, attempting a suave exit, and spins around before he can say anything else horrific and embarrassing like “Need a skipper for your next voyage?”

As he is hurrying out of the shop, he hears a crash and a shout of “Buckley, you are so dead!” Eddie grins and stares down at the phone number in his hand, trip to the record store completely forgotten. Steve Harrington had no idea what he was signing up for.

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#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #scoops ahoy #steve harrington scoops ahoy uniform #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #st4 #babygirl steve harrington #tattooed eddie munson #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #robin buckley #wingwoman robin buckley #oh these two #they are in love #steve harrington wears lipgloss #scoops ahoy uniform is hot and im not afraid to say it

[trashpocket]

platonic!stobin and what if: steve died in s3 and became a ghost to haunt robbie (and eddie can sometimes see n hear him too)

#did i really go out in THIS?! #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #platonic stobin #like #steve dies due to accumulated injuries after #promising robbie that he'd stick by her side and all that jazz #and she's so grief stricken that she goes to his house and raids his stuff #and dustin is along their with her #grieving and moping together #talking about steve n getting his stuff to remember him by #then dustin leaves home before dark #and robin wears Steve's letterman jacket #as a commemoration #but before she leaves she turns around to close the closet #finds steve harrington in his scoops ahoy uniform #bloody and bruised still #and his first words are #and robin cries and laughs and runs to hug him #but she passes through him #but ghosts in hawkins isnt the strangest thing ever #(but its unfortunate that Steve's ghost will look like that forever) #(18 and too young to have died)

[grimweathers]

steve!

#stranger things #stranger things fanart #steve harrington #my stuff #i know it's not a very distinctly steve outfit but i wasn't really feeling the scoops ahoy uniform for this #but also guys... i'm really enjoying pixel art #i think i'm gonna do robin next!

[distinguisheddingus]

Scoops Ahoy Steve >>>> Anything else in the world

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington appreciation post #stranger things s3 #scoops ahoy #i freaking love that stupid uniform

[musicalchaos07]

Broke: Reviving a dead love triangle 💔 Woke: Reviving a teen monster hunting trio 💕

#I still don't forgive them #stranger things #stoncy #jancy #stonathan #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #steve harrington #just give them back to me in s5 PLS #minus the romance drama #give me Steve being the third wheel to his ex-gf and his unlikely bff #also the temptation to use a pic of steve in his ultimate himbo fit (scoops ahoy uniform) was so high but I wanted to be cohesive #also I hope Jonathan gets a nap when this is all over #I don't think he's slept since October 1983

[nounuoo]

vibe check failed 

#stranger things #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington #scoops ahoy eddie #i love this uniform #but i also hate it #anyways #we were robbed #they would have been a chaotic trio #forgot eddie's rings #stranger things fanart #fanart

[quickiesgirl]

Hey, Sailor - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Soft Dom/Sub, Switch!Eddie, Mommy Kink, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Scoops Ahoy Uniform, Eddie Munson Wears The Scoops Ahoy Uniform.

A/n: I haven't written a sub!Eddie fic yet, but I’m so fucking happy with how it turned out. Hope you guys like this as much as I do! <3

The Starcourt Mall was the newest addition to the town of Hawkin’s, and that's where your pretty, metalhead boyfriend, Eddie Munson, worked part-time at the ice cream parlor, Scoops Ahoy. 

His uncle Wayne wanted him to get a summer job at one of the new outlets so here he is, serving ice cream to kids with Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

It was a last resort job since half of the other stores weren’t hiring, but he loved that he always got to serve you when you’d visit. 

It felt like time was dragging as you waited for your boyfriend to get home. He was having a later shift than normal so you decided to stop by and see him. 

The ice cream parlor was completely empty when you showed up, and the only person there was Eddie, who was in the front, wiping down the sticky tables. 

Fuck, did he look adorable with his dark brown hair in a low, messy bun, held by your favorite scrunchie that matched his required Scoop’s Ahoy uniform, with his bangs hanging loosely over his forehead. 

“Hey, Sailor.” You leaned your shoulder against the entrance's pillars and crossed your arms over your chest with a smirk. 

His head swung around, and those soft, chocolate brown eyes met yours as a big smile spread across his lips. “Hey, sweetheart. Whatcha doing here?” 

“Just thought I’d stop by and see you.” You smiled softly. 

“Aw, have you been missing me?” He stepped toward you, watching you softly nod ‘yes’ as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lovingly pulled you into his chest. Eddie may look dangerous, but when it came to you, he was a big softy. 

“Where’s Harrington?” You asked, glancing around the shop, expecting to see his co-worker. 

“He took off and went to the movies with some kid.” 

“Soooo, how much longer do you have?” You asked, looking at his chest as you fixed the lopsided Iron Maiden pin he clipped on his navy blue sailor's top. 

“I get off in two hours.” Eddie said, glancing back from his watch as you softly sighed ‘kay’ and gave a dramatically sad pout.

“How ‘bout I make you some ice cream after I finish cleaning up?” 

“Sounds like a deal.” You smiled, standing up on your tippy toes, kissing those soft, plump lips that tasted like butterscotch and nicotine. 

You pulled away and let Eddie get back to cleaning while you sat on top of one of the tables and watched your boyfriend as he continued to spray down the tops of the tables and wipe them with a rag.  

He looked so fucking cute and innocent when he wore his sailor’s uniform. It complemented his body so perfectly, showing off his strong arms and tattoos, with those boy shorts riding up on his plushy thighs and scratched-up knees that were usually covered by long, tattered jeans. 

His black bandana hung out of the back of his pocket with his ice cream scooper right beside it. 

A grin spread across Eddie’s face as he felt your strong gaze ogling him from behind. He teasingly wiggled his ass in front of you, making you roughly bite your bottom lip. He turned his head towards you and pushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear, “You like what you see?” 

“mh huh..” You hummed as Eddie stepped toward you and used his large hands to push your thighs apart, filling the space with his body. 

 “I bet all the ladies go wild seeing you in your uniform.” You said, slinging an arm around the back of his neck as your other rested comfortably on his hip, watching him lean in close and stop just before his lips met yours, his warm breath fanning you as he muttered, “Only my babe.” 

You smirked, mashing your lips to his without a care in the world if someone was walking past while the two of you made out. 

You subtly snaked your hand up Munson’s dark blue boyshorts and undid his leather belt. 

“S-sweetheart… I didn’t know you liked it that much.” He smirked, watching you grab a handful of his cock, feeling him twitch and harden in your grasp as his face turned scarlet red. 

Eddie felt your grip tighten as your thumb gently stroked over his protruding member. He softly whimpered, uncontrollably grinding his crotch in the palm of your hand, out in the public eye like the desperate little fuck he was.

“In the back, now, Ed’s.” 

The two of you moved to the back for a bit more… privacy, and in seconds, you were on your knees in front of Eddie. 

Your hands followed down his tummy and happy trail before dropping his blue shorts, watching his cock spring free from the restricting fabric, causing a grunted curse to escape his lips. 

 You eyed Eddie's thick, bushy mound that met his lengthy erection, with pre-cum already trickling down the underside. 

“My pretty, pretty boy.” You hummed sweetly, leaning in and dragging your tongue across the pumping vein, “Just relax, let mommy take care of you.”  

Your hand held the base of his dick as your tongue wiped away his pre-cum like it was a sweet popsicle. Eddie's head tilted back against the wall, and a breathy moan escaped his lips, feeling you lap and tease his sensitive head, your hands digging harder into the back of his hairy thighs. 

“Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me suck this cute cock of yours.” 

He did as told and caught your gaze again, hair sticking to his forehead as he watched your lips roll down his erection, engulfing him into wet warmth that made his cock twitch in response. 

Saliva trailed up his length as you took every inch till he pressed into the back of your throat with your nose buried in his pubes. Internally thanking yourself that you didn't have much of a gag reflex. 

 “M-mh holy shit- mommy-” He moaned, making you smirk, and began rocking your head around his cock. 

Sure, Eddie Munson was a freak in the sheets, but he wasn’t always dominant. He had his subby moments, and they were becoming more often after you revealed that you have a switchy side and liked to be in charge. 

It started simply topping him while he was handcuffed to the bed, fucking him like the little slut he was for your pussy. Learning kinks he has and things he goes nuts for, like when you call him a good boy and praise the hell out of him, or simply letting him nuzzle his face in your chest after a long, stressful day and suckle on your soft tits, sends him straight into euphoria. 

Eddie roughly bit his bottom lip, trying his damn hardest to hold back his moans since behind these thin walls was the public.

Your hand moved from his thigh and fondled his heavy and full balls. Drooling slightly into your lap but so engrossed to care about the puddle that was forming beneath you.

 Your cheeks hollowed around his hardened erection, and with each stroke, you could feel him throbbing and pulsating inside your mouth. The sensation made a moan vibrate your throat, sending electricity through his body. An electricity that was becoming too much, and he was losing composure. 

A string of desperate noises slipped past his lips as he became closer to his orgasm. At that moment, he could care less if he gets caught and fired just as long as he can keep this uniform for later. 

“F-fuck- mommy, you’re gonna make me c–” He attempted to warn you, so it wasn’t a surprise, but before he could finish his sentence, his mind went straight to the cloud, and his jaw dropped open, letting out a loud, sputtering moan. His hips jerked in your grasp as his cock erupted in your mouth, and his salty but sweet cum melted down your throat. 

The most addicting, most flavorful cream you’ve ever had in this parlor. 

You happily swallowed and looked up at Munson, whose body was pressed firmly against the wall, trying to regain himself as his fast-moving chest rose and fell slower after catching his stolen breath. 

You licked his softening cock clean as the dazed boy, who was still riding his lingering high, gave a sheepish smile before speaking up, “C-can I have a kiss?” 

You smiled back and lifted from your knees to gently cupped his cheek, feeling him melt into your touch. You pressed your chest against his and connected your warm lips to his for a kiss. Only tasting himself on your tongue.  

You pushed a strand of hair behind his ear, and looked into those big doe eyes, praising him sweetly, “You're such a good boy for me, baby. Maybe later I'll let you suck on mommy's tits, mhm?” 

Eddie instantly nodded, his face slightly reddening from the thought. He glanced down at his uniform and chuckled deeply, “I should wear this more often.” 

“I agree.” You smirked before listening to the little bell from outside suddenly ring, “You better go take care of your customers, lover boy.” 

“Shit.” He sighed, quickly tucking his cock in his boxers and pulling his blue shorts up. You walked out with Eddie and saw his co-worker, Steve Harrington standing there with his foot tapping at the checkered floor. 

“What the hell? I thought you were supposed to be working the counter?” He asked, raising his hands to his sides with his palms facing up. “Sorry man, Y/n and I had to… talk.” 

Steve gave you a polite smile as he walked around, taking the place where Eddie was supposed to be attending to.

“Well, I better get going so I don't get you in trouble.” You said, looking back at Eddie, who gave you a little pout that told you how badly he wanted to come home with you, but he knew he had an hour and a half left with Steve. 

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” 

You wrapped both your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a hug. 

You leaned in and teasingly whispered in his ear, ‘Hurry home, Sailor.’ before winking as you walked out. Eddie's eyes were glued to you as he watched your hips sway back and forth with his bandana hanging out of your pocket. 

He grinned as he chuckled beneath his breath, suddenly having a newfound love for this Scoop’s Ahoy uniform.

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[plistommy]

billy and eddie taking steve to paris?…OR eddie getting bold while he’s high and just straight up telling steve to suck his cock OR steve looking to donate some of his clothes comes across his Scoops uniform and decides to surprise eddie OR billy jerking off fantasising about steve and eddie going to bone town with each other.

”You won’t believe what I just found.”

Eddie was face deep on Corroded Coffin’s new songs notes that he had been scrambling with Gareth for the last two weeks - Jeff and Freak not wanting to be a part of it this time - that he hadn’t even noticed Steve walking into the room.

”Huh?” Eddie answered, thumb resting firmly on top of his bottom lip as he rewrote view lyrics, making them rhyme better together and it was finally looking pretty good.

He let out a groan as he leaned back, satisfied with the lyrics and looked up to the doorway where he knew his boyfriends voice came from.

His eyes snapped wide.

Steve was standing there, hands on hips and a small grin on his face, but that wasn’t what got him shocked. No.

It was what he had on.

Which was the tight little Scoops Ahoy uniform Eddie saw him wearing in that ridiculous commercial for the now burned down Starcourt Mall.

He had been too much of a pussy to set foot in the ice cream parlor that summer when he knew Steve was working there and he never got to see the goods in real life before shit had gone down.

Until now.

And fuck was Steve wearing it well.

It fit like a glove on him and those tiny shorts were already killing him as it had his boyfriend's long beautiful legs on display.

He needed for Steve to turn around so he could see—

”Ahoy!” Steve exclaimed suddenly, voice high and sweet as it pulled Eddie away from his thoughts.

Ahoy?

Eddie immediately felt his cock getting hard from just that.

Steve was the fucking death of him.

”Holy shit…” he murmured, mouth gaping and Steve laughed at him as he walked next to the couch where Eddie was sitting. He leaned down to kiss his boyfriend's shocked expression, still giggling when Eddie didn’t react.

”You like it? I think it’s ridiculous, but I had to try it on when I found it from my closet. I can’t believe it’s been like, three years and it still fits. I’m not even sure if anyone would want this…”

Eddie was just nodding along as he slowly took Steve in, now so much closer than before that he had to get his hands on him.

He slowly tugged the shorts and snapped them against Steve’s bare thigh which made the younger boy groan.

”Eddie, what are-?”

”So this is the famous little outfit you worked in?” Eddie moved his hands up to Steve’s waist, tugging the hem of the blue shirt which made Steve huff.

”I wouldn't say ’famous’, but yeah… I looked so stupid, man. Like, I even had a hat, but I lost it. The only good part was that these shorts fit really well even though they’re really tight.”

Eddie had to bite back a groan as Steve mentioned the shorts. They were indeed very tight, but just in the right places that Eddie had to mentally thank the person who came up with these uniforms.

”Turn around.”

”What?”

”I said turn around, baby.”

Steve didn’t need to hear it for the third time as he slowly turned around, Eddie’s hand guiding him and stopping him when he needed him to.

Now he really let out a groan.

Steve’s ass looked fucking amazing. Don’t get him wrong, his boyfriend’s ass always looks amazing, round and perfect, but something about the way these tiny little shorts hugged his ass was fucking sinful.

Now Eddie really cursed at himself for not having enough courage to go and order some damn ice cream back then so he would’ve seen Steve like this.

He would’ve ordered something real special so Steve would’ve had to bend over to get it and Eddie would have that image of his perfect ass to jerk off to every night.

Or maybe he would’ve just taken him there. Ripped those shorts apart and bended him over the counter as he fucked him silly just to see his ass giggle with every hard and deep thrust he’d—

”Eddie? Hey, Eddie!”

Shit.

Steve was looking down at him from behind his shoulder, eyes big as he questioned Eddie, ”What is it?”

Eddie glanced up at him and down to the ass in front of him before a sly grin pulled its way into his face.

He squeezed Steve’s ass softly before pulling the other down to sit on his lap, arms wrapping around Steve’s body.

Steve let out a soft gasp, but relaxed into his arms as Eddie kissed his neck.

”You’re really something, sweetheart.”

Steve wiggled on top of him, a clear blush creeping up onto his face. He loved when Eddie called him pet names.

”And what’s that?”

Steve loved to challenge Eddie even if he knew he’d always lose.

”You come to me…” Eddie started, hands roaming on Steve’s body until they stopped on top of his bare thighs, ”in this tiny little uniform, acting all sweet and innocent, knowing how it would make me feel.”

A laugh. Steve’s laugh.

”I wouldn't know that. I just wanted to show you this…” Steve said, voice soft like honey as he slowly rubbed Eddie’s arm that was holding him in his place.

”Oh, you wouldn't?” Eddie chuckled and grinded his hips against Steve’s ass, making sure the other knew just how hard he was under his jeans.

Steve let out a soft moan out of surprise and immediately started to meet his movements, but Eddie stopped him.

”Is this how you serve your customers?”

Steve whined and pouted like a brat. He tried to wiggle around, but he knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere when Eddie wasn’t budging.

Not even a please would help him this time.

So, he pulled his best smile and turned to look at Eddie, eyes glossy with need, ”Ahoy, sir! Welcome to Scoops Ahoy! What would you like to order? W-we have banana split, popsicles, shakes—”

”Mm, that all sounds very delicious, but I think I’ll just get a regular ball, a chocolate one with a cherry on top. And…”

”And?” Steve grits out, voice heavy.

”And stuff it with cream. I want it full of it so it’s dripping down from the sides.”

He saw the way Steve swallowed back a moan and he took that as a big fucking win.

”G-great! That will be 4 dollars and 50 cents!”

”Here you go, darling.” Eddie purred into his ear and Steve closed his eyes tightly. He was really trying to control himself that it almost made Eddie feel bad.

Almost.

”Thank you! Here’s your ice cream with the e-extra cream and cherry. Have a n-nice day!”

Eddie finally let go of the hold he was having over Steve and Steve immediately went into action. He turned around on Eddie’s lap, hands finding their way into the other’s long dark brown hair as he tugged it back.

”You’re mean.”

Eddie grinned and squeezed Steve’s hips.

”You love it, sailor. Now…” He slowly tugged Steve’s shorts down and gave a little lick to his bottom lip.

”Can I fuck you in this ridiculously hot uniform? It’s killing me.”

”Oh you are feeling desperate, huh?” Steve pouted as he looked down at Eddie, ”How about how you made me act two minutes ago?”

”Baby, c’mon. You know I wanted to know what it was like to be served by you.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

”You could've just come when I was actually serving.”

”I was too shy.” Eddie confessed, not caring about it because he knew Steve would never judge him for anything. And he didn’t wanna lie, not to Steve. Even if it was kind of embarrassing.

Steve's face softened, so did his hold on Eddie’s hair and he gave him this soft smile, ”Oh yeah?”

A nod, ”Yeah.”

Steve leaned down and soon soft lips were on his and Eddie just melted into the kiss. He loved to kiss his boyfriend, it was his favorite thing ever.

”What would you have done if you came and saw me like this back then?” Steve whispered against his lips once he pulled back.

He had this hopeful gleam in his eyes that made Eddie feel all sorts of emotions. Good ones, of course.

”Honestly? Freaked the shit out…” Eddie answered and Steve laughed, ”but, if we’re talking about what I would’ve wanted to do… I would’ve bend you over the counter, right were the ice creams are and fucked you in front of all the customers. I would’ve made them know who owned you and who gets to touch you instead of them.”

If the loud cry from Steve wasn’t obvious, the boy on top of him was getting really worked up again. And Eddie was loving every second of it.

”Fuck, Eds, ah- you need to fuck me right now.” Steve whined out, grinding his ass down to Eddie’s dick once more and like Eddie had said before…

Steve and his stupid slutty Scoops Ahoy uniform was going to be the death of him.

#THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPTS #THESE OTHER IDEAS ARE SO GOOD omg gonna write them as well anon #Your brain ✨✨✨ #Hope you enjoy! #And I hope other’s will too!! #Sorry for any typos! #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #my writing #steddie fic #steddie fandom #scoops ahoy #steve harrington’s scoops ahoy uniform #stranger things #lemon

[probablyin-bed]

season 3 steve harrington. argue with a fucking wall

#ST3 #steve harrington #scoops ahoy #it's the uniform #and the face #and joe keery

[hbdttg]

Five times Eddie sees Steve in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, and one time he sees him out of it.

Read the full fic on AO3 here <3

The Harrington house isn’t small by any means, but tonight it feels the size of a matchbox with how often they keep ending up in close quarters. Steve and his skintight outfit and his strong thighs and his beautiful fucking face are unavoidable, inescapable, occupying the same space as Eddie regardless of how many times he switches groups or changes up the scenery. Eddie can’t have even a single moment to himself to gather his wits and wipe the drool from his mouth, because no matter where he goes or what he does, Steve’s right there.

When Eddie lets Max braid a small section of his hair at the nape of his neck to further his pirate aesthetic, El pulls Steve over so she can try to mimic the movements on his much shorter hair (with admittedly minimal success). Eddie watches Steve proudly model his weird baby-plait for the girls, resisting the urge to card his own fingers through Steve’s otherwise carefully styled locks.

When Eddie’s in the kitchen, contemplating his next drink, Steve waltzes by and wordlessly presses one into his hands with a winning smile. Eddie hides his own wide smile behind the mouth of his red solo cup, swallowing down the sweet bite of his overly alcoholic lemonade and attempting to drown the butterflies in his stomach with it.

When Eddie and the boys are discussing a one shot that Will’s been working on, Dustin takes it upon himself to bodily drag Steve into the conversation. Eddie’s lip quirks up at the adorable furrow of Steve’s brow, and the fact that he’s clearly got no idea what they’re talking about, but he stays put because it’s something the kids really enjoy.

When Eddie’s embroiled in a great debate with Nancy over the next artist to play on the stereo, Steve nudges them both aside with his shoulders and hips and slips Culture Club into the tape deck with a goofy laugh as bright as bells. Eddie tries to pretend he’s outraged by Karma Chameleon blaring through the speakers, but inwardly thinks if it makes Steve laugh like that, all mischievous and carefree, then it deserves its own Grammy.

When Eddie slides open the patio door to go for a quick smoke, Steve’s already out there, dropped on all fours by the pool, securely fastening the cover “just in case one of these idiot kids falls in!”. That particular sight has Eddie fumbling his pack of cigarettes and fully dropping his lighter. He doesn’t even pick it up—he just turns tail and books it back into the house because he absolutely can’t be held accountable for what he’ll do next if he’s outside with Steve on his hands and knees in that outfit.

The worst part is that Steve’s not doing anything, like, overtly sexy. He’s literally just being Steve—kind, dorky, and inarguably mom-like—and the core concept of who Steve is plus the shrunken Scoops uniform is doing all kinds of things to Eddie’s brain. And libido, obviously.

A couple hours into the party, through what can only be considered an act of divine intervention, Eddie does eventually manage at least five minutes of Stevelessness.

It’s spent entirely in the bathroom, but it still counts. It’s still five minutes of clear-headedness that he didn’t have before. And it helps, really, because he gets the chance to look into his own eyes in the mirror and scold himself into getting it together (Just be cool, you giant piece of shit, fucking hell). It’s a good talk. Effective.

Well, effective up until Eddie opens the door and finds his reprieve immediately shattered by the sight of Steve standing there, waiting.

“You good with mushrooms and pepperoni?” Steve says without preamble.

Of course Eddie’s good with mushrooms and pepperoni—while it started as Steve’s favorite, it somehow also, pathetically, became Eddie’s favorite. He nods in response, struck dumb by Steve’s appearance outside of the bathroom. What’s funny (universe-funny, meaning bad-funny) is that he apparently wasn’t even waiting for his turn to use the toilet; he just falls into step beside Eddie when he heads back out toward the living room.

“Good, because I already called to place the order. I can’t believe no one here likes mushrooms. They’ve all got terrible taste in toppings—Argyle especially—but it does mean we don’t have to share our pizza with anyone else,” Steve babbles. He’s been doing that more recently, talking a mile minute just like Robin does. It’s probably from spending so much time together, attached at the hip in that codependent way of theirs that’s equal parts heartwarming and concerning.

Steve stops suddenly at the foot of the stairs, patting his legs. “Shoot, I don’t have my wallet on me, left it in my room. Can’t really fit much in these pockets. Oh hey, uh, that’s a cool costume by the way, I don’t think I told you earlier. Did you just own all of that stuff already?”

He asks this as he goes to retrieve his wallet, which means Eddie has to follow Steve up to his room in order to respond. Which means he also has to firmly ignore the fact that Steve’s sculpted ass is bobbing in his face the entire way up the stairs. It’s the longest single-story flight Eddie’s ever climbed in his life.

“Nice, it all came together really well,” Steve says in response to Eddie’s flustered, disjointed recount of his costume hunt. He reaches the top of the landing and gestures toward his room, letting Eddie enter first. He sounds a little distracted and his movements are jittery, but it’s not enough to warrant any real concern.

Eddie spots Steve’s wallet instantly, sitting on his dresser next to a few coins and crumpled receipts. He goes to grab it so they can head back down, but then he hears the sound of the door closing behind him. He turns around, puzzled, and finds Steve leaning with his back braced against it. Steve is staring at him.

Steve is staring at him, and his gaze is…strange. If Eddie were to choose an adjective to more appropriately describe it, he’d choose hungry. But, that’s absurd, right?

“Like, really well. Eddie…” Steve says slowly, nervously, his eyes raking over Eddie with zero subtlety. “You look great. Fuck, I mean, you look hot.” He clears his throat, swallows, but his voice still comes out thick with his next words. “I haven’t been able to stop looking at you all night. And those pants? Shit, man.”

Yes, the entire situation is completely, totally, absolutely absurd.

Eddie must have fast-forwarded two months into December, because Steve Harrington’s wearing the tiniest outfit known to mankind, basically trapping Eddie inside his room with him, paying him compliments in a low, guttural voice that’s going straight to Eddie’s dick, and staring at him like he’s a piece of meat. Halloween can kindly fuck right off—he’s experiencing a full-on Christmas miracle right now.

It’s not lost on him that the best and most quintessential part of Christmas is unwrapping presents. And Steve’s standing there looking like a goddamn gift, bright red bow and all. Eddie wants to unwrap him, and based on the look in Steve’s eye, he’s going to let him.

#stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #5 + 1 fic #this is a 14k word love letter to steve's scoops ahoy uniform #the chokehold that outfit has on me is unreal #fanfiction #ao3 fic #fic writing #it's not technically too late for halloween bc it's not an actual halloween fic so there #hbd

[djomama]

Steve having a crush on a guy works at ‘Hot Dog on a Stick’ n Robin has never made fun of him sm cause he’s gushing over this guy that’s literally dressed like this

#this is a vague bisexual harrington post but v x reader in mind #might write something w this…. loser bfs… in loser uniforms…. ohmg… #stranger things #steve harrington #scoops steve #scoops ahoy #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington scenario #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #bisexual steve harrington

[infinite-orangepeel]

hc that after attending the ronance wedding & seeing nancy walk down the aisle in a veil, eddie requests that steve wear the scoops hat as his version of a “veil” for their upcoming wedding

#who doesn’t love steve in the scoops uniform #steve would kill him omg can u imagine #he’s just so cute tho eddie can’t help it #steddie #steddie fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie headcanon #steddie blurb #steddie imagine #fruity four #ronance #ronance and steddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson headcanon #steve harrington headcanon #ronance fluff #nancy x robin #scoops ahoy

[twpsyn-who]

You know when Eddie actually fell in love with Steve? When he came to the conclusion that he was too far gone, that it was no longer a crush but something deeper?

During this.

#for the people writing 'Eddie working a Scoop Ahoy' AUs #I feel like this would be the moment Eddie finally let himself believe Steve was actually changing into a better person #but also the moment that made him want more than he could have. that made him want to kiss steve and go on dates with him and have a family #together #stranger things steddie #steddie #stranger things eddie munson #stranger things steve #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #this also work for AUs were Eddie doesn't work there but likes to go get ice cream from time to time (aka go make fun of the uniforms)

[haluton]

I wake up and wonder who shot Steve with the babygirl-inator

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things s3 #steve stranger things #steddie #seriously if eddie'd seen stevie in his scoops ahoy uniform with strawberry lip gloss he would've just #shut down and kissed him straight on the lips #random thoughts

[mojowitchcraft]

✨WIP WEEKEND✨

tagged by @phoeniceae and giggling at how gd bossy these rules are

RULES

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post.

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That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

WIPS

Billy Thing

Tommy Whump

We Part To Meet Again - Steddie Week Day 2

Frat Boy Steve (with ao3 script)

9) Power To Charm

SNIPPET

Eddie has to hold in his laughter as he pulls on Steve’s Scoops Ahoy uniform, he can’t wait to see the look on his boyfriend’s face when he walks into the living room wearing the ridiculous outfit. He appraises himself in the mirror—not too shabby—he definitely doesn’t fill it out as well as Steve does, but he doesn’t look half bad in it. Eddie scrunches his wet curls in his towel once more before he jams the hat on his head, it’s definitely the worst part but it completes the look. Eddie struts down the hallway, “Yoo hoo! Sailor boy!” he calls out as he rounds the corner into the living room. Steve sits in shock, mouth agape as he looks Eddie up and down. “I see you found my uniform,” says Steve, lips shifting into a cocky smirk, “told you it wouldn’t look half as good on you as it does on me.” “Hey!” Eddie protests, “I look amazing and you know it, you just don’t want to admit that the uniform is doing it for you!” “Hmmm, I dunno…” Steve trails off before crooking his finger and spreading his legs open like an invitation. “Let me see it up close.” Eddie grins, stepping in between Steve’s legs and looking down at him demurely, “like what you see Captain?” “I think I need to do a thorough inspection Sailor, turn around,” Steve says, that infuriating smirk is still on his face but his eyes have turned predatory. “So bossy,” Eddie mutters as he turns around, glancing over his shoulder. He’s not self-conscious about his ass normally, but Steve’s plum little peach of an ass fills out these shorts so nicely, he knows his butt simply cannot compete. His lack of an ass doesn’t seem to be bothering Steve though, because before Eddie knows it Steve’s hands are gripping his hips, thumbs pressing into the top of his ass. “Tsk, tsk, we appear to have a uniform violation sailor,” says Steve, voice gravely. “You’re not wearing your regulation briefs.” “How could you possibly kno—oh!” Eddie starts, cut off by Steve’s thumbs pulling open a rip in the back of the shorts that Eddie was not aware of when he pulled them on.

From "Power To Charm" AKA Night Drives Part 9!!

Catch up on the series here.

Tagging @mixsethaddams @eddywoww @jesskier @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @justcourbeau and whoever else wants to partake!

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic rec #stranger things fic rec #weird witchcraft ao3 #steddie wip rec #scoops ahoy #scoops steve #doing unspeakable things in the scoops ahoy uniform #scoops era Steddie #night drives series #mojowitchcraft wips #stranger things

[harrytheehottie]

Joe Keery and Maya Hawke on set of Stranger Things Season 3, May 2018

#his scoops ahoy uniform🤩 #joe keery #maya hawke #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin