#steve said: i love you

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok like, “If you are interest in someone, do not tell my husband. Steve is the worst person to tell. All he does is judge you and then criticize them.

Steve, off camera: That’s not true.

Eddie: It is true! Grant just - Grant, can I tell people this? …Cool - Grant just told us that him and his ex-wife have been talking about getting back together. And that’s great! A normal person would say ‘that’s great, man.’

Eddie: Not Steve. Steve’s response was ‘the ex that can’t cook for shit or the one with the big tits?’

Steve: It’s a valid question!

Eddie: Stevie, baby. When Robin told you she was a lesbian, the first thing you did was criticize the girl she had a crush on

Steve: Yeah, because she was a dud

Eddie: And when I told I loved for the first time, you winced at me like I was making a bad decision. You asked ‘why?’

Eddie: And i didn’t even say it first! You already said it a week before!!

Steve: I just think that you should have standards

Eddie: I do!

#Steve said I love you first and early and Eddie tried to play it cool like ‘I know’ #except Steve didn’t get the reference and it took a while for Eddie to realize that and then he also had D&D #so it took a week for him to properly say it back #but by then Steve already decided that he was unlovable and was just lucky Eddie still wanted to kiss him after he embarrassed himself #Eddie had a lot of making up to do and Robin made sure he did #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[afewproblems]

Eddie downs the last of his beer and tosses the empty red cup into the kitchen sink, right between a couple who were clearly gearing up to claim one of the spare rooms upstairs. 

Eddie snickers and winks as the girl tells him to fuck off while her boyfriend flips him the bird, god he loves highschool parties, and this one is no exception.

It's Halloween and business is booming for Eddie Munson.

He imagines Dian Fossey felt similarly, wandering through the Congo studying the great apes' behavior patterns and social structure from within rather than observing from afar. 

So far Eddie's observations have paid off in spades and he's managed to sell out most of his stash by targeting the basketball team and their girlfriends. No one wants to get high all by themselves after all, it's almost too easy the way these sheep all flock together. 

Eddie leaves the kitchen behind him, but not before snagging a can of something cold from a nearby cooler of half melted ice. With a decent buzz going, what's one more? He's done working for the night after all. 

Eddie climbs the stairs, dodging drunk teens left and right as they make their way past him, shirts ruffled and hair messy. Eddie snorts, ignoring the wistful pull in his chest as a tall boy on the swim team pulls his girlfriend closer to press a chaste kiss to the top of her head before smoothing her curls away from her forehead. 

Unfortunately no one Eddie would be interested in would accept him brushing their hair like that without punching him in the face.

He shakes his head and continues forward, he's an observer, nothing more. 

Eddie passes a closed door on the second floor and pauses as a raised voice splits through the wood.

"It's bullshit, you're bullshit," the voice slurs out and Eddie feels a wide grin pull at the corner of his mouth. 

He takes a step closer, nearly pressing his ear to the flat of the door.

"Like we're in love?" Another voice says softly, a guy, "you don't love me?" 

A small part of Eddie knows he shouldn't be listening to this, he can hear the waiver in this guy's voice like his heart is slowly cracking in his chest. Shit, he almost feels bad for this guy. 

But the people that go to these stupid parties, the Hawkins elite, the gorillas in the mist, deserve their bullshit --to use this girls turn-of-phrase.

The only reason they didn't mess with Eddie was because he was these highschool shit-heads main source of weed. 

Its karma, plain and simple, Eddie reasons as he presses even closer now.

"It's. Bullshit". The girl hisses emphatically and for a second Eddie hears nothing.

It happens so quickly after that. 

The door swings inward, causing Eddie to stumble into a tall firm chest as the bathroom guy collides with him.

"What the fuck?" The guy says as he pushes Eddie away from himself and --no way.

"Harrington?"

Steve blinks once, his wide hazel eyes red rimmed and shiny in the dim light of the hallway, the tip of his nose is pink as he reaches up to pinch it roughly before swiping across his eyes as well.

Even though Eddie's fairly certain that he and Steve are the same height, he seems smaller like this, deflated, standing in the hallway while a party rages down below them both. 

A cheer rings out, startling Steve into action.

He steps widely around Eddie, enough that his shoulder connects with the wall in his haste to take the stairs down, two at a time, as though Hell is hot on his heels. 

And Eddie should leave it, go back to the party, see if there are any snacks left before calling it a night, but something pushes him to follow the path Steve took.

It's like he's possessed, the haunted look in those hazel eyes forcing him forward until he's outside on the lawn.

A few other teens are outside, including a couple making out on the porch, Eddie steps over them and jogs to the end of the driveway.

He spots Steve down the street sitting on a large rock at the end of another neighbor's lawn with his face in his hands.

He looks up as Eddie gets closer and curses softly.

"Seriously? It wasn't enough that you were listening, you're following me now?" His voice cracks on the last word as he wipes his eyes again, he can't quite hide the way the moonlight catches the tear tracks running down his cheek and neck though.  

"Oh come on Harrington," Eddie says, walking up to Steve. He sits on one of the other rocks and takes a crumpled pack of smokes out of his vest pocket, "it's no fun if you're sad".

"What is?" Steve mumbles after a beat, wiping his eyes again as he stares at the ground. 

"Making fun of you," Eddie shrugs as he takes a cigarette and puts it between his lips, he smiles at the startled bark of laughter from Steve.

"You're a prick," he huffs softly, the barest of smiles slowly blooming across his face.

Eddie can count the constellation of freckles and moles across his face, giving the blanket of stars above them a run for their money. His hand twitches at the thought of touching the ones on Steve's throat.

Eddie coughs once, mentally tallying the number of drinks he must have had for those kinds of  thoughts and shifts on the rock to adjust his pants. 

He holds out the pack to Steve who looks at the nearly empty sleeve before his eyes shift to the house behind Eddie. 

"Nance hated cigarettes," Steve murmurs as the corner of his mouth twitches into a terrible frown. It's gone in an instant as Steve blinks once and reaches out for the pack.

"I got something stronger if you want?" Eddie offers, he shrugs when Steve looks up at him with suspicious eyes. 

"Come on Harrington, I'm not gonna keep kicking you when you're down, you need a pick-me-up and then I can get back into it," Eddie stands up and without thinking, holds out a hand towards Steve, "what do you say?"

Steve stares up at him, his eyes flick once to the outstretched hand before he snorts dryly and slowly takes his hand. 

It's warm in Eddie's own. The fingers squeeze gently as Steve uses it to hoist himself up until he's once again eye level with Eddie. 

From this close Eddie can see the way his eyelashes have clumped together with leftover tears and the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes

Oh…this, this was a bad idea. Eddie swallows roughly as Steve finally nods.

"Lead the way Munson," Steve says with the barest of smirks as he wipes his face one last time, "and if you tell anyone about this, I'll slash your tires".

Eddie cackles at that, "there he is!"

He claps Steve on the back as he leads them towards where he parked his van down the road, "our chariot awaits!"

Eddie ignores the small voice that whispers in his ear, the one that sounds remarkably like his uncle, as it asks him just what the hell he thinks he's doing with Harrington of all people? 

It'll be fine, he tells himself.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

Part Two

#stranger things #stranger things season 2 au #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and nancy breakup #what would have happended if eddie had been there #let me know if yall want a part two #eddie took one look at this pathetic sad man and said #I will love him and squeeze him #steve cried when nancy called him bullshit you cant tell me otherwise #afewproblems writes #steve x eddie #steddie au #getting back into writing after not being able to for weeks #cw drinking #cw smoking #i will never get tired of the halloween party au

[steviesbicrisis]

If you hear screams coming from Italy I'm sorry, that is me.

#like i've always said this #but THANK YOU for confirming that I'm super correct #Steve turning Hawkins men into his bitches #we love to see it #I mean how can you not love steve harrington? #Impossible #steve harrington #steve and tommy #stranger things

[thegoblinboy]

inspired by @rogueddie 's post. Right Here.

120 minutes

2 hours they have been standing in front of this stupid claw machine. All because Eddie saw something inside that he was desperate to get. Whatever it was he was refusing to tell Steve who was now pressed up against the wall between the claw machine and some arcade machine. He’s confident that the other has blown at least a hundred dollars trying to get whatever he wanted.

His tongue stuck out in concentration, refusing to let Steve talk to him as it would distract him. Steve doesn’t think much of what the other is doing. The other boy did wacky things all the time. This was one of those times as he waits patiently for the other to finish. Willing to stay all night if that meant he was able to spend time with Eddie.

Five minutes later, when the boy starts hopping up and down and throwing his hands excitedly in the air. Smiling brightly at Steve before he’s turning, bending down, and grabbing whatever he caught from the slot. Pulling it back and putting it behind his back quickly before Steve could see. Moving forward into his space, a smile tugged on the scar on his face. Not leaving any space between them. A look of confusion crossed over Steve’s face trying to figure out what the other was doing.

“So what did you win?” He asks curiously, wondering what the other had spent all that time on. Must’ve been worth it by the smile on his face.

“Oh nothing,” Eddie says tiling his head to the side dramatically. “Just, you know. A bat.” He takes the moment to pull the plushie up holding it by the wing as he dangles it in front of Steve who was starting to think confusion was his default setting.

“Oh?”

“Oh? A man spends two hours winning you a stuffed bat and all you have to say is oh?” Eddie’s teasing is continuous. Constantly wrapping itself around Steve with a soft flush as a result.

Steve begins to stutter over his words as he lifts his hand up, holding the stuffy carefully in both hands. His heart swells up as he realizes Eddie spent all that time for him. As the realization hits a dopey smile grows on Steve’s face, seemingly what Eddie had been searching for as his eyes flicker down to the other's lips. Moving a hand up and carefully setting it on the wall next to Steve’s head. Not caring how close they were. Both of their faces were pink and their hearts beating fast.

“So, watcha gonna name it?” Eddie asks with a smile, one that was reserved for Steve.

“Ozzy.”

“Holy shit, I am just a simple peasant to your royalty. Oh holy one, please grace me with your presence at mine tonight.” Eddie pulls back starting to bow down at the other as Steve laughs at his antics.

“Is that your way of asking me out?” He teases playfully.

“Yes, I guess it is,” Eddie responds, hand aimlessly moving to twirl the bat's wing with his finger as he smiles brightly at the other.

#ok but Ozzy coming over for play dates with strawberry #both of them getting each other stuffed animals that are similar to their personalities is close to my heart #like Steve is a huge teddy bear who is soft and if he was a color it would be pink or yellow #Eddie is like a bat scary when he first comes at you out of nowhere but when you pay close attention you realize hes a softy #Eddie will hyperfixate on making a battle vest for Steves stuffed bat #Meanwhile Steve works on crotcheing a sweater for Eddies bear #they are so in love it makes me sick #also bats are adorable i said it #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #them winning stuff animals for each other #yes

[gloomysoup]

i was just going thru some notes i have for brainstorming purposes and came across something i forgot ab

picture it w me, if you will:

no upside down modern au, alpha!eddie/omega!steve (bc apparently that's where my brain always goes)

steve is drunk at a party and either billy or tommy (also drunk) takes advantage of him. he ends up pregnant, kicked out, b/t wants nothing to do w any of it. steve's mom (bc we appreciate one good parent in this house) sends him money every month in exchange for pictures and updates of child w/o his dad's knowledge.

eddie meet him at some kind of organization event for underprivileged kids that he volunteers at bc he was that kid and knows how important they are. at first, he thinks steve is another volunteer & is absolutely enamored by him. but once he sees steve's kid run up to him, he decides to back off bc he assumes this means steve is in a relationship. he keeps seeing steve around and silently pines the whole time bc he's accepted that he'll never have him.

until eddie is at the library, hosting d&d. the party joins a few campaigns, and he gets to know them a little. he likes them, they're good kids (teenagers, technically). one day steve brings his toddler to the library bc they like to look thru the picture books on steve's days off. he also knows that the party goes to d&d that day and wants to say hi. when he leaves, eddie asks the party if they know him, and they explain that steve used to babysit them and drove them around a lot when they were in middle school. he uses this as an in w steve, resolved to just talk to him once and maybe be his friend.

he asks ab the kid's other parent simply for small talk purposes, wondering what they're like and why eddie's never seen them around. steve explains that he's a single parent; the kid's father was an asshole that didn't want to face the consequences of his actions.

cue eddie desperately doing everything possible to impress this child so he can prove to steve just how serious he is ab being w them. i like the think of it in the same vein as your moms new boyfriend trying to make you like him, even tho you already do and there's no need for him to try That Hard. but much more ridiculous and dramatic in true eddie munson fashion.

#i don't know what this is or where the idea came from but here it is #i swear i don't only write omegaverse #would you believe me if i said the first time i've even attempted it was in like may? #this idea is slightly ridiculous but what are you gonna do #eddie gives major mom's new boyfriend vibes in this one fr #the child actually loves eddie from the start and is constantly asking steve when he's coming over #child also asks eddie if he's gonna marry steve #(eddie almost cries when this happens) #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #omegaverse steddie #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #the party #omega!steve #alpha!eddie

[theghostinyourwalls]

Pick me 🥺 CHOOSE ME 😩

#william afton #william afton movie #steve raglan #fnaf movie #fnaf #i need him #matthew lillard william afton #matthew lillard #william afton x reader #william afton x you #he could do anything to me #i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises #woah who said that #i need him to ruin me #pick me choose me love me #i’m sorry

[inthewychelm]

eddie...you're still on the phone

#there's not a particular story that goes with this but i like to think steve said something adorable or flirty #loving the munsons being dolly fans so i thought id offer some food #dolly parton is the munsons patron saint #you can not convince me otherwise #love playing the how many hearts did i sneak into my art game #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fanart #stranger things #stranger things fanart #that one good place meme of jason #my art

[steddiehyperfixation]

it means "i love you" (steddie ficlet)

When Eddie was little, his mother used to hold his hand and squeeze it three times. "It means 'I love you'," she told him, demonstrating one squeeze for each word, "and if you want to, you can give four squeezes back to say 'I love you, too'." So little Eddie squeezed back, that time and every time.

It was something that was just theirs, a silent communication, a wordless comfort. Oftentimes it was spontaneous, just gentle, random reminders of affection whenever the feeling arose, but sometimes it was purposeful, meant to be felt deeply as an encouragement or a reassurance.

On Eddie's first day of preschool, he held his mother's hand as she coaxed him through the doors of the classroom. He hadn't wanted to leave her side, but she had smiled at him and squeezed his hand, and it was those three squeezes, sending the warmth and promise of her love through their hands, that had given him the courage to let go and bound fearlessly into the fray of the other children.

On those dark nights when Eddie's father would get a little too drunk, a little too loud, a little too angry, Eddie's hands and his mother's would find each other and squeeze. The gesture was grounding, protective, safe. Eddie could never be afraid as long as he was holding on to her love.

When Eddie's mother got sick, her health gradually deteriorating until she was bedridden and weak and could barely even speak, she still reached for her son's hand and spoke with those three squeezes. I love you. Eddie squeezed back four times. I love you, too. She held onto life as long as she did for him, he knew that, but she couldn't hold on forever. Her hand went cold and still in his and Eddie, only eight years old then, gave three last squeezes as the machines flatlined and the doctors rushed in and a nurse carried him from the room.

That was the last time he ever used that gesture to signal his love.

Over the next twelve years, Eddie found other sources of love and warmth and safety, found it in the bonds he formed with his friends and his uncle and the little lost sheep who wandered into his D&D club. These relationships did not lend to hand-holding, though, and he had since learned how to express his affection for the people he cared about through words and favors and casual, friendly touches instead, and so Eddie never shared the little language of hand squeezes with anyone else.

Until now. Until Steve.

Steve Harrington has become Eddie’s biggest and brightest source of love and warmth and safety. Through the craziness of Vecna and the Upside-Down, through the trauma of almost dying and the long process of recovery, Steve was by his side the entire time, and Eddie has grown to care for him deeply. He doesn’t just love him, he’s pretty sure he’s in love with him, actually.

They’re dating now, finally, after all the months of flirting and pining ultimately led to confessions and kissing, but it’s only been official for a few weeks. Surely it’s still too soon to be dropping the L word already. Not that Eddie would know - he’s never been in love before, never even really been in a proper romantic relationship before. He doesn’t know what the normal timeline is for this sort of thing. Steve is the one with all the relationship experience, he’s the one who’d know, and so Eddie is waiting for him to say it first.

It’s getting increasingly harder to keep it in, though. Sometimes all Eddie’s love just bubbles over, the emotion growing too big for his body and demanding to be expressed. Right now is one of those times. He can’t explain why - it’s not as if Steve is doing anything different or special; they’re just sitting across from each other in a small diner booth, knees bumping together under the table, Steve talking around a mouthful of cheeseburger as he tells a story about something stupid one of the kids did earlier - but Eddie can feel his heart expanding and his chest growing warm, and he feels like he might burst. He laughs at the story and makes a comment to continue the conversation as he catches Steve’s hand, holding it across the table and releasing his bursting affection with three quick squeezes. I love you.

Steve doesn’t know what it means, doesn’t know the code or its intended response. He just smiles, squeezes back only once, and gently, idly, rubs his thumb across the back of Eddie’s hand. And that’s enough. Eddie doesn’t need Steve to know what it means, not yet. It's enough, for now, just to hold his hand, just to say it without saying it. 

Eddie starts doing this more often. Whenever his love threatens to overwhelm him, his hand finds Steve’s and squeezes three times. I love you. There’s no pattern to these moments, at least not one Eddie can predict, the feeling arising randomly and without warning at anytime, anywhere: on dates at diners or watching movies on the couch, during mundane tasks like cooking breakfast or cleaning up after hosting friends, in the middle of a kiss or in the bedroom, in the car with a gaggle of teenagers in the backseat or in the middle of Steve’s work. 

Steve still doesn’t know what it means. But Steve is smart, observant. Eddie can tell he’s starting to figure out that it means something, can see him piecing together the way those three squeezes are always accompanied by a softer smile or a deepened kiss or a gentler touch. 

It’s another few weeks until Steve one day returns Eddie’s squeezes with three of his own. ? ? ? The gesture is experimental, unsure, the meaning close but not quite there. Eddie’s breath catches anyways, his smile going soft and his cheeks flushing pink. He squeezes Steve’s hand four times. I love you, too. And Steve knows then; Eddie watches his eyes flash with understanding as it finally clicks in his brain. He doesn’t say anything, though, neither of them do. Steve just pulls Eddie closer and kisses him, soft and slow and deep, and Eddie melts into him.

Now the sun is rising, morning filtering through the window and casting streaks of light across Steve’s bed where the boys lay curled around each other. Steve is still asleep, snoring peacefully in Eddie’s arms, but Eddie is awake, quietly admiring how perfect Steve looks under the soft glow of dawn. The stripes of sunlight illuminate his bare skin with gold, highlighting the adorable little moles on his cheek and neck and shoulder. Eddie kind of wants to bite them. So he does. Because he can. 

Steve yelps when Eddie’s teeth latch onto his shoulder, driving his elbow backwards into Eddie’s stomach to push him off. But Steve is used to occurrences like this by now, so his shove is light and his tone is affectionate as he rolls over to face Eddie and mumbles, “You’re a menace.” 

“Not my fault you look good enough to eat, Stevie.” Eddie grins at him before pouncing again, smothering his boyfriend with more bites and kisses. 

Steve laughs and his attempts to shove Eddie away lack any real effort, until he finally retaliates by finding the secret ticklish spot on Eddie’s side, sending the other boy falling off of him and into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. 

“No fair!” Eddie gasps through his laughter as Steve tackles him with tickles. He admits defeat fairly quickly, breathlessly insisting, “Okay, truce, truce!” 

Steve lets himself be pushed off and settles back onto his side beside Eddie. His chuckles fade into a sweet smile, his eyes bright and shining as he stares at Eddie with an expression of pure adoration. Eddie feels his heart bursting again, the feeling growing bigger and bigger with every second that Steve keeps looking at him like that. He wants nothing more than to reach for Steve’s hand and squeeze three times, but he’s a little afraid to now that he's sure Steve knows what it means.

“Hey, Eds?” Steve speaks after a few moments of silence. 

Eddie shifts onto his side to face him completely. They're barely a breath apart. “Yeah?”

Steve touches Eddie's arm, starting from his shoulder and trailing down. His fingertips are so light as they skim the soft skin of Eddie's forearm and the palm of his hand, Eddie very nearly shivers. Steve slides his fingers between Eddie’s, closes them around his hand. “I love you,” Steve says, squeezing Eddie’s hand as he speaks, one squeeze for each word.

Eddie is overflowing, heart filled to the brim with all the love he has for Steve and all the love he feels in return. His smile spreads so wide his face might just split in two. He moves their hands between them, twisting their arms so that he can press a kiss to the back of Steve's hand. “I love you, too,” Eddie says back, with one squeeze for each word.

It's something that's just theirs now, this little language of hand squeezes.

#eddie always tells people he's the one who said i love you first and they get into silly little arguments about it btw <3 #anyways 'squeeze' is no longer a real word to me i have written it too many times it just looks like nonsense now #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #ficlet #mine #(​now also on ao3 under the user brokenfandoms)

[tuff-ponyboy]

modern hcs for the gang

modern headcanons for the gang BUT WITH A TWIST 😱 they were still teenagers in the 60s!!

- darry: he turned 79 in january 2024! somehow the stress of the 1960s hasn't caught up to him yet bc he honestly thought he would be 6 feet underground by age 50 💀 soda and pony are surprised he's still hangin on, but happy nonetheless. darry and pony actually grew closer together after soda enlisted, and they realized they had more in common than they originally thought! pony, who once considered darry his biggest hater, now considers darry his biggest supporter 🤟🏽 darry’s widowed after his wife of 50 years passed away in 2020, but he has a couple of kids and a handful of grandchildren to keep him busy

- two-bit: he is not as lucky as darry – the years of drinking, smoking, and other forms of substance abuse caught up to him and he passed away in 2006, just a few months shy of turning 59. pony retorts he's surprised two wasn't gone by 1969, considering how dal’s and johnny’s deaths affected him. as of 2006, he left behind 4 ex-wives and 7 children. as of 2024, 2 more children have been found through ancestry.com 🤷🏽‍♀️

- steve plans to retire for the third time in 2024 when he is 76. he retired in 2014, but got too bored; he retired again in 2020, but once again was too bored. he got married to evie straight out of high school and will be celebrating 57 years of marriage this june. soda and his fam come over for dinner at their house every sunday night

- sodapop fell HARD and FAST with every person he met after sandy. poor boy’s been married 3 times, but he finally found the one! he married a slightly older woman in 1977 who had her own children from a previous relationship, but soda took them in like they were his own. along with his 2 stepchildren, they went on to have 2 more. soda loves his 9 grandkids he's such a good grandpa

- hinton said pony would've voted for Obama, so canonically ponyboy is a lib. SO IN MY HEAD he was very vocal during BLM!! ya know considering he watched his friend get shot to death by the police *uncomfortable smile*. right now I like to think pony was an activist but ask me again in like an hour and I might change my mind

#sorry this is very half assed cuz I'm going to the doc #if you want me to try again for real I will I promise heheh #also I'm not homophobic I just don't think the gang would marry a man regardless if they were gay or not #hence why I said soda fell in love with EVERYONE not just girls #anyway I'm off to the doc hehehe #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #the outsiders headcanons #my headcanons

[morganbritton132]

Eddie post a Tiktok while he and Steve are still sick in bed. He tags Diane’s daughter, April, and says, “Steve won’t give me your mom’s number. Can she make soup? Can she make us soup? Steve - shut up, Steve. I want soup. With crackers. Please?”

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#Steve: I can make you soup #Eddie: you said that an hour ago #Diane would mother these guys to death and Eddie would love every second of it #while Steve is plotting the demise of everybody he knows for letting the enemy into his house #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson tiktok saga

[imthursdaysyme]

stali getting ready for a night out

#stranger things #drawing #art #steve harrington #kali prasad #digital art #steve harrington fanart #kali prasad fanart #stali #stali fanart #i adore them ok #i love to think that kali also views robin as The Authority #that woman listens to no one and yet if steve so much as utters a robin said- that woman is doing it instantly #steve: rob said we need to stop smoking with breakfast #kali-throwing her cigarette to the ground grumbling: god fucking damnit why can’t i live my life in goddamn peace #and one day one of kalis friends is like uh why the fuck don’t you just say no to rob??? #and kali stares at them like they just decapitated themselves with a spoon #she’s like uh that woman girl boy thing is The Authority what are you talking about #and they’re like she is literally a skinny little thing what are you talking about #and kali is like you don’t know her like i do #and also i married steve so she’s my best friend in law i have to listen to her #and everyone is like what the actual fuck y’all are the scariest couple in fucking chicago and kali shakes her head and is like #everybody has a boss #and they’re like no the boss doesn’t have a boss you Are the top we don’t understand #and kalis like them you’ve never met her she’s stubborn as fuck once i didn’t put a cigarette out when she said and somehow 2hrs later #i was reciting an entire play with her and she yelled and made us redo if i didn’t give enough passion #i am NOT doing that shit again #and everyone’s like jfc ok fair enough

[augustjustice]

I am gripped by the idea of Kas!Steve.

But specifically...broken Steve, who’s been tortured and tormented and mind-controlled by Vecna, until he’s been sharpened into a weapon, his old King Steve persona pulled on like reshaped armor but now so much worse than Steve himself had ever been.

Kas!Steve who’s cocky and smug, who spews every cruel thought the gang has ever worried he’s had about them, clawing at each one of their insecurities with piercing accuracy. Because he knows them, from years of being friend and confidante. Their beating hearts, their strengths and weaknesses. So he taunts Robin by spilling every precious secret they’ve shared. Mocks Dustin and all the kids for being pathetic and snot-nosed, following in his footsteps like lost puppies. Needles Eddie about how obvious his crush on him is. Tells Nancy it really is their fault, what happened to Barbara all those years ago.

And it’s all so pointed, feels so specific, so...real, the group can’t help the worry that gnaws at each of them (just like Vecna would want), that this is what Steve really thinks.

Even more so when some of his barbs draw attention to the ways they’ve treated him. When Steve laughs at the thought of them overpowering him when for years they’ve been relying on him to be the tank, to take all the hard licks. Do they really think they can take him down? Like this? It’s as comical as it is pathetic, this new, dark Steve, the betrayer, the bloody, tells them, and Dustin sees the way that Nancy flinches, catches Robin’s pained eyes, guilt gripping each of their throats.

The question lingers, even hours after Steve has slunk back into the shadows, another battle they barely scraped out of alive behind them.

How will they do this without Steve?

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #platonic stobin #steve and dustin #the party #platonic stancy #kas!steve #kas the betrayer #of course all is solved by the power of love #because steve can cut with his words and his hands at all of them #but robin will never leave him because she's his platonic soulmate forever #because dustin said 'if you die i die' and meant it #because eddie knows now what a good guy steve is and isn't willing to let him go until he gets to find out how much #because he's the party's babysitter now and forever and like hell they're not gonna look out for him NOW when he needs them #they get through to steve with the proof that there is nothing that he can do or say past or present that will stop them from loving him #anyway someone else please write this since i'm a disaster

[theseventhveil1945]

it’s insane to me how little sympathy nancy gets wrt to s2. like she was dealing with the guilt of feeling like barb’s death was her fault and being 17; struggled to relay how much it was killing her to steve who, when she did try to express these feelings, told her to keep her head down and pretend. so she gets drunk and lashes out, blows up the relationship, and gets involved with someone who she feels like does understand her. yes it was messy and she did break steve’s heart but like? so what. i don’t want to watch a female character whose main concern is whether or not she’s hurting some dude’s feelings

#stranger things #like i love steve but i love nancy too #and this is a pattern of behavior I have seen in. literally. every. single. fandom. it’s annoying #not even bothering touch the was she lying when she said she loved him discourse because if buffy taught me anything it's #you should wait until the last episode of the last season before making any claims about who is feeling what for who #controversial stancy posting

[friendly-neighborhood-furry]

RESULTS FROM ROUND TWO!!!

this edition's contributors:

@h0dge-p0dge @wreckrinho @glitchadeli @atomicpirateperson @alkyuz @retrobluecat @larryzstars

by the way: if you contributed to this session, you're absolutely allowed to repost your art separately to your own blog or any other platform you post on! i only ask that if you share a whole canvas that you credit everybody mentioned above (including me, although my contributions this time around are negligible).

man this was so fun!! i loved getting to hang out and joke around with everybody. also somebody (i think it was h0dge-p0dge?) suggested we all play Gartic Phone together which i am SO on board with-

buuuuut i'm definitely gonna be taking break from stuff like this for a while > <"

nobody's fault! i'm just a bit burnt out and also i'm gonna be pretty swamped for the next few weeks/months. prom is next saturday, the musical i'm gonna be doing spotlights for is starting the week after that, and both my birthday AND graduation will be happening in May. in other words, pray for me 💀

if anyone else wants to take a turn organizing another event like this, go right on ahead! i think its so wonderful that we have this little community on here and getting to see everybody having fun together warms my cold, gamer heart. so go have fun and keep being kind to each other.

that is all! i am going to bed now :)

#i managed to sneak one of my non-fandom ocs in here. ily toxoryhn <3 #also wrecker if youre reading this: i was dying laughing at your reactions/commentary to me drawing isaac LMAOO #“NOT THAT THING” “IT HAS A NAME?” killed me. just absolutely destroyed me #if only you knew dear wrecker. if only you knew the scope of my binding of isaac addiction #the amazing world of gumball #tawog #rob tawog #gumball watterson #wrecker's voidball #bobert 6b #steve small #at least half a dozen of glitch's shipkid ocs (said with love) #larry needlemeyer #terri tawog #penny fitzgerald #waylon smithers #darwin watterson #rob collins #isaac moriah #clayton tawog #robin watterson #carrie kruegar #rupaul tawog #icewing #tomothy rambles #collaborative scribble session

[withacapitalp]

It's official lads Eddie Munson has a type

It's not men. It's not women. It's not even both.

His type is Rich Kid, and he's gonna die mad about that.

#literally #LMAO #Anyways #Bi Eddie truthers how we feeling tonight? #I for one feel wonderful #bc guess what #canon doesn't fucking matter #books are books #shows are shows #do whatever you want w characters #but hey maybe lay off of the bi/panphobia #or think for two seconds #bc someone can have a femme love interest and not be straight #imagine that #woah #ANYWAYYYYYS #im here if anybody wants to not be bombarded w book stuff this is the only thing imma post about it #originally this said his type was jokc #but who knows if this new girl is a jock #but Chrissy and Steve are both rich kids so

[cranberrymoons]

break free

prompt: pool (@steddiemicrofic) word count: 442 rating: t? they're smoking

He settles a hand on Robin’s ankle, easy and loose-boned and half-high. He can hear the kids’ voices drifting out from inside, their conversation escalating into a full-blown shouting match over which Stephen King adaptation is best (it’s Christine, obviously, and Steve will broker no argument; he’s been forced to see them all at this point). He watches a block of stars wink in and out of existence in the patchy sky overhead as the sound of Eddie’s voice cuts through the chatter in an attempt to draw them all back into their campaign. 

He takes a deep breath, and it catches in his chest.

“Hey, can I, uh- ask you something?”

Robin hums lazily, slumped in her seat. “Always.” 

He taps ash over his armrest onto the ground and picks at his tumbnail. He’s staring into his lap when he says, over the rushing in his ears, “Do you ever feel weird?”

She’s silent for a beat, and when he looks over at her, she shifts, sitting up straighter. 

“Weird?”

He blinks. His hands shake. “Different. I don’t know.”

He listens to her release a careful breath. “Okay,” she says. Her voice is quiet, attentive. “Are we talking like, scary Upside Down-y, spores-inside-my-brain different? Or- ”

“No, it’s not- that.” He shakes his head, squints over top of the covered-up pool and out at the treeline to the spot where Jonathan Byers had once crouched in the dark, snapping photos of a demogorgon eating Barb Holland. “I don’t know. No.”

“I mean, I think you’d know if- ” She draws his attention with a hand on his shoulder. “Is it a head thing?” she asks, over-enunciating in that way she does when she’s trying to make it easier for him to focus. “Because if you’re seeing spots again…”

He sniffs and shakes his head, and she leans forward to wrap an arm around him and tug him close so she’s speaking directly into his broken fucking brain when she says,

“Steve.” Soft. “Babe.”

“Yeah.” His heart is in his throat. “Sorry, I mean- my ears have been sort of… ringing lately, I should definitely see a doctor, but no, I- it’s not a monster thing.”

It’s very quiet outside now. The kids have calmed down, lulled into submission by the steady rhythm of Eddie’s voice guiding them through a dark cave which Steve knows for a fact has an evil elf hidden inside it. His chest clenches.

“You know I love you, right?” she asks, right up close to his good ear. “In every conceivable way. Almost”

He does know. He also knows that she knows what he’s about to say.

[also on ao3]

#steddie #stobin #stranger things #my fic #steddiemicroficjuly #hi lol i don't even know if this counts because it's very pre-steddie-steve very hesitantly trying to come out to robin #but! you said pool and this is what came out of my brain so #sue me; i just love them #break free #steddiemicrofic