#Steve lift

[imthursdaysyme]

Installment 1/3 of wrestlers: Eddie pushed Steve off the couch and Steve brought Eddie with him

#drawing #art #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #in my mind they wrestle #they tumbling #I like to think they were watching a movie of Eddie’s like some horror shit and Steve just made some stupid comment #and Eddie cuffed him on the head and so Steve gripped his shirt #and well #down they went #he said if I’m going down you’re going down with me #I like to think Jonathan is sitting on the couch still like what the fuck #as Steve and Eddie are tumbling on the floor and bump into the coffee table and robin just lifts her feet like this is normal and Jon’s like #bro pls why and he falls on the ground from them hitting everything and Eddie accidentally grabbing his leg #and then poor Jon mr sweet sibling relationship doesn’t understand the art of tumbling with your friends #except steddie are together but this is for fun #anyway #digital art

[thatharringrovehoe]

I love 'stuck in a time loop' fics where the characters slowly fall in love with each other. But right now I'm thinking of Steve rushing downstairs wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and his left sock while someone pounds on his front door in the middle of the night. When he opens it, there stands none other than Billy Hargrove, sweaty and exhausted.

And carrying an axe.

Steve tries to close the door but Billy's already jammed his boot up against it, holding it open. Billy's voice is a croak in the otherwise eerily silent night.

"The first pet you ever had was a cat named Sampson. You found him in the alley behind Melvald's and hid him in your room for six weeks before your mom found out and gave him away while you were at school. You were eight."

Steve is sure there's smoke billowing out of his ears from how hard the gears are turning in his brain. But try as he might, he has absolutely zero fucking clue what to do with this information. Somewhere in the house an antique clock strikes midnight.

Billy flinches, grip creaking around the axe propped up on his shoulder.

Steve chooses his next words very carefully.

"While I'm really glad you and Tommy are swapping childhood stories about me, it's getting late-"

"-And you have a shift in the morning. Yeah. I know. I also know that in the past one hundred and fifteen days you've never once even made it till morning. So I'm here to keep you from becoming monster chow and then maybe my fucking life can go back to normal"

Billy's shouting by the end. Steve's heart thunders in his chest.

you've never once even made it till morning

monster chow

The image of a demon falling out of the Byer's ceiling in a cloud of plaster and rot bubbles up with a growing panic. Billy's tapping his fingers anxiously around the handle of his axe, eyes darting to the side every now and again like he expects something to be there. Steve swallows down a hysterical laugh with the thought that the best case scenario right now is Hargrove took some type of hallucinogenic drug and drove to Steve's house in the middle of the night with a weapon.

The worst case scenario...

An owl hoots in the darkness and Steve feels like he might vomit with the surge of adrenaline. A stray breeze rustles the branches of the forest around them.

What if it's a prank?

God please let it be a prank

"All my friends knew about Sampson. Hell, the lunch lady knew about him."

Billy's jaw tics. "Look, I'm trying to keep us both alive so would you just shut up and let me in? The last place I wanna die is bumfuck Indiana."

He moves to shoulder past but Steve doesn't let him through. From this close Steve could count all the freckles on Billy's nose, air tense as a piano wire. Billy stares back, gaze wild.

Desperate

And one hundred days is a long time to get to know a person.

"I'll let you in. But-!" Steve's hand shoots up to press back against Billy's chest as he attempts to shove past him. His heart beats like a hummingbird under Steve's palm. "You have to make me believe you."

Billy breathes a harsh sigh through his nose, leveling a glare at Steve. The axe thankfully does not lodge itself into any part of Steve's person. For now.

"What do you want from me Steve?"

A coyote howls in the distance. Guttural and wrong. Chills erupt down Steve's spine.

"Tell me something I've never told anyone. Something only I would know."

An expression Steve can't parse flashes across Billy's face. Whatever it is it looks painful. Sad, but not for himself. There's more rustling out in the woods. This time without a breeze.

"You're adopted"

It's like a punch to the sternum.

Steve lets him in.

.

#The seasonal depression is lifting lads #so be prepared for alot more of my nonsense #harringrove #time-loop AU #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #that hoe writes #discord blurb

[stobinesque]

@steddie-week day 2: fluff | 1.8k words | teen and up

The door to the apartment slammed shut, followed by the jingle-clang of keys landing in the ceramic bowl Robin had made for Steve two years ago.  

"Babe?" Steve looked up from the magazine he'd been flipping through and frowned at the stormy expression on Eddie's face. 

Eddie barely acknowledged him, just swept past with stomping feet, dropping an absentminded kiss to the top of Steve's head as he made his way into the bedroom. A few moments later Steve heard the telltale thunk and flop of Eddie's bag hitting the ground and the man himself hitting their bed.

Ah, so one of those days.

Steve set down his magazine, folded his reading glasses neatly atop it, and pushed himself up from the couch to make for the bathroom.

~*~*~*~

Eddie wanted to die. Nope, no, he wanted to commit a homicide. 

Actually, scratch that, being wanted for murder sucked.

What he wanted was for the world not to be full of a bunch of entitled little shitsacks who had never been taught how to talk to another human being who didn't have a white collar around their neck.

At least his bed was there to support him. The mattress was a little lumpy, sure, but nothing could outmatch the satisfaction of dramatically flinging oneself onto a flat surface after a shity day at work. 

The sound of running bath water filtered into Eddie's awareness. 

Okay, maybe one thing.

Steve usually allowed him a few minutes to sulk and brood when he got home feeling like shit. Sometimes interacting with any human (even someone he would literally—and nearly did—die for) was just too much. 

"Eds?"

"Mmph." Eddie spit some of the hair that had landed in his mouth out, but didn't bother to raise his head more than half an inch off the bed to do so.

Steve chuckled. "Okay, five more minutes—otherwise the water will get too cold. I'm gonna go make us some tea."

Eddie raised an arm and waved vaguely in the direction of Steve's voice in acknowledgement.

He let himself drift for his five minutes to the sound of Steve puttering around the kitchen—grabbing mugs, teabags, the sugar jar—before peeling himself up off the bed when the shrill whistle of the kettle pierced through the relative silence of the apartment. If he wasn't in the bath by the time Steve made it there he'd be in trouble. Which could be fun, but it wasn't what he was in the mood for today. 

Eddie stripped off his—itchy, sweaty, suffocating—uniform as he padded over to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he went.

~*~*~*~

Steve waltzed back into the bathroom with two steaming mugs in his hand to find Eddie already situated in the tub, knees pulled up under his chin, hair piled up in a messy bun, and one hand dragging lazily across the surface of the water. 

Steve set both mugs down on the ground next to the bath. "Hey, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple.

"Hi." Eddie's voice was low and subdued.

“Bad day?” Steve asked as he pulled his shirt up and over his head.

Eddie shrugged. “You could say that.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Steve shucked off his jeans.

Eddie shook his head. “Not much to talk about.”

“Okay.” Steve folded his clothes, set them in a neat stack atop the closed toilet lid, and carefully lowered himself into the bath behind Eddie.

The water was just a touch too hot for his own comfort, but Eddie ran cold and preferred his baths on the scalding warmer side. (Shared showers were a trial. Eddie insisted that Steve was trying to murder him with frostbite. Steve maintained that Eddie was trying to boil the both of them alive.)

Some of the tension had already bled out just from being in the bath. Eddie’s shoulders were no longer curled up around his ears—instead, he was slouched forward into the water. 

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and pressed a kiss to the patchy birthmark high up on his back, smiling when Eddie responded with a humming little sigh. “Wash my hair?” he asked.

“Sure thing, Eds.”

Steve reached over to grab the shampoo and tiny bucket they left in the shower just for this. “Wanna drink some of your tea before I douse you?”

Eddie didn’t say anything, but reached out blindly to grab one of the steaming mugs next to the tub. Steve didn’t bother holding back a snort that he’d managed to grab the “Don’t Bother Me, I’m Crabby” mug they’d nicked from Wayne. 

Eddie took a slow sip of the tea, and the second he’d set it back down and straightened back up, Steve dumped a bucket of warm water over his head.

Eddie spluttered. “Babe, what the fuck!”

Steve snickered from behind him. “Just wanted to make sure you were here on earth with me, bedhead.”

Eddie shook his head like a rain-soaked dog. “You could have at least taken out the ponytail first!”

“I suppose I could have,” Steve said, lips twitching up into a smile as he reached up to start pulling Eddie’s dark curls from where they’d gotten tangled in the hair tie. “I got you talking again in something other than a monotone, though.”

“Maybe I was enjoying playing the dark, broody hero.”

Steve pinched Eddie’s side, which resulted in a high-pitched squeak, and a wild flail that had water splashing up around them. "Behave," Steve chastised—though the warning was undercut by the laugh of unconcealed delight he barked out as Eddie’s arms swung around him. 

"You're the one assaulting me in my time of suffering!"

"Suck it up, buttercup,” Steve shot back, combing his fingers through wet curls and gently detangling each and every knot he ran into. He couldn't help but rub the silky-soft strands between his fingers as he went. Steve's own day had been slow and uneventful, but a quiet sort of unease had been hovering at the edges for hours. Drawing Eddie a bath and settling in behind him to wash his hair helped settle Steve back into his body just as much as it did for Eddie. 

Steve began working shampoo into Eddie's roots, massaging his fingers into his scalp, and Eddie's head tipped back as he let out a pleased hum that sounded almost like a purr. "Love your fingers in my hair, Stevie," he mumbled, sounding a bit hazy.

"Yeah? Is that the only place you like my fingers?" Steve asked, right into Eddie's ear. 

Eddie scrambled back upright and turned to face Steve with an alarmed expression on his face. "No! Why would you think that? Did I say something to make you think that? Please, I’m so sorry, baby. Please know that I love your fingers anywhere on me. Or in me. What if they went somewhere else right now?" 

Steve laughed, grabbing Eddie's shoulder to turn him back around with one hand, and dipping the bucket back into the water to rinse the suds out of Eddie's hair with the other. When Steve was sure he'd thoroughly rinsed Eddie's hair he leaned past him to grab the conditioner and whisper in his ear, "You can get them somewhere else a little later if you're good for me, baby," before leaning back and clicking the bottle open.

"I'll be so good for you, Stevie. Just tell me what I gotta do."

"Keep still and don't sass me for the next five minutes."

Eddie's mouth opened and then immediately snapped back shut as he clearly decided that whatever his response to that was gonna be probably qualified as "sass."

"Good boy," Steve said simply, dropping another kiss to Eddie's back. 

"I can be good when I wanna be," Eddie grumbled. 

"Careful," Steve shot back, gently chiding. He methodically worked the conditioner through Eddie's hair in sections, tugging gently as he did, just for the soft satisfaction that ran through him every time Eddie let out a soft gasp in response to it. 

"Always careful, Stevie," Eddie mumbled back, eyes fluttering shut. 

Steve reached down to brush one hand over the scars running down Eddie's side. "Not always," he whispered, just a little sadly, as he pressed a firm kiss to the mostly-faded ring of scars at his throat. 

"Mm, don't be sad, baby."

"Not sad. Just glad you're alive."

Eddie was quiet for a stretch, and Steve chuckled. 

"What? What were you gonna say, asshole?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, love," Eddie replied, all faux innocence.

"You were gonna say something sassy just then, that's why you went all quiet. So, out with it, come on. How were you gonna sass me in response to me saying I'm glad you're alive?"

"Promise you won't hold it against me?"

"Yeah, baby." Steve leaned over to press a kiss to Eddie’s nose. "This one's a freebie."

Eddie looked over his shoulder with a wide grin, and a twinkle in his eye. "I was gonna call you a sap."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Oh, well, fuck me for being happy my boyfriend's alive I guess."

"I was actually hoping that you would fuck me," Eddie replied. 

"You're pushing your luck, Eds," Steve warned, yanking lightly at his hair. 

"Sorry, baby."

Steve ran his hands up and down the sides of Eddie's arms. "All forgiven, Eds." 

Steve let his hands drift as he waited for the conditioner to rest—digging his fingers into the dense coils of muscle in Eddie's neck, smoothing his palms down the ridges of Eddie's spine, ghosting his hands up Eddie's sides. When time was up, he grabbed the bucket, turned on the tap to fill it with clean, warm water, and spilled it over Eddie’s head. Steve combed his fingers through the chestnut locks again, making sure he’d thoroughly rinsed them once more. The two of them fell still and silent, like two little stones in the river bed. 

Steve loved this. The quiet trance they fell into, as Eddie relaxed into the water, and Steve pressed kisses into his lover’s skin, and they both forgot the mugs of tea that Steve made. 

Steve separated Eddie’s hair into even sections, savoring the feeling of freshly cleaned locks passing through his fingers as he wove the strands together—over-under, over-under, over-under—and plaited Eddie’s hair down the length of his back. When he was done, he flipped the end of the braid back over Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie leaned further into him, pressing the length of his back against Steve’s chest.

Steve let his hands start wandering, and Eddie let out a soft gasp of surprise when the pads of Steve's thumbs brushed over both nipples. "Steve."

"Shh, I got you baby," Steve murmured, and let one hand drop down to where Eddie was stiffening up beneath the water.

"I know you do, Stevie," Eddie whispered back on a sigh and a gasp. "I know you do."

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steddie week #steddieweek2023 #steddie fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #was hoping to get this up just before day 2 ended in my timezone but instead we're just past #i just threw this together today because the image of steve braiding eddie's hair popped into my head #may or may not throw this up on ao3 later #idk if i will do anything for the other days #(I did start something for day one which I may post late or separately at some point) #also it must be noted that the ceramic bowl is a mangled attempt at mimicking one of the scoops ahoy hats #and abandoning mugs of tea is something lifted from my own real life and partner lol #read writes

[plistommy]

Billy: Stop being a fucking pussy and lift it!

Eddie: I can’t! It’s too heavy, man!

Billy: *stomping towards Steve and lifting him up easily while Steve was washing the dishes*

Steve: Billy, what—

Billy: You wanna be able to hold him like this? Right?Then lift the fucking barbell, bitch!

Eddie: Shit, OKAY! *bench presses 50lbs*

Billy: YES!!

Steve: *still carried around by Billy*

Steve: I hate you guys

#Billy is not the sweet kind when he makes you work out with him #He will yell and make you sweat but it’s all from the good of his heart #Or is it? #;) #Eddie is also just starting alright he’ll get stronger #He’s actually lifting about 90lbs ish since the barbell weights too #The Billy workout scenes sometimes motivate me when I’m doing bench presses or other stuff LMAO #harringroveson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #metalsandwich #stranger things #incorrect quotes #headcanon #hc

[qprstobin]

Maybe it's just the jock in me, but I think about Steddie going to the gym soooo much. For a lot of different reasons lmao. Part of it is that I think it's a great place for Eddie to thirst and be confused at how homoerotic so many of the rituals around the gym are, but also because there's a lot of humor in Eddie going to the gym.

He has a lot of energy, and we know he has some muscle, likely just from day to day activity, mechanics, band equipment, etc. He seems like he would enjoy being outdoors, and hiking or exploring. Something that is a work out but doesn't feel like one if you do it right. Despite all that, he absolutely has the vibe of someone who hated gym class (which, same), and probably would claim to hate working out/doing physical activity.

I just know that when Steve finally convinces him to go to the gym with him, Eddie would be SO MAD at how much he loves it and how great it makes him feel. He is absolutely that post that is like "you mean regular exercise is good for you and makes you feel good???? is good for your mental health??"

He feels lied to, he feels cheated. Maybe he should've expected this, now that he's dating a jock, but he thought that his jock was an exception. He hates jocks. What is happening to him.

Of course part of it is just that it's not gym class, which is not good at catering to any demographic other than "generally athletic and doing a school sport". Another part is that Steve is very big on making sure he doesn't hurt himself, and making sure that why he lifts and shit are at the level he is actually at. Steve would not allow him to overwork himself. He likes that he looks after him and likes that they are able to do something together that aligns with Steve's interests and not the nerd herd's.

It becomes a great way for them to spend time together in public, and it's extra fun when Robin comes along, or when they manage convince one of the others to join them.

The funniest part would be how much his friends would heckle him for it though. It's all affectionate, but Gareth every practice makes a joke about how he knows how Luke Skywalker feels, now that his "father" has betrayed him. Lucas is smug every time he shows up for a session with Steve, and Eddie is there too. it takes a lot for Eddie to remind himself he can't fight a toddler.

(He refuses to admit that he knows Lucas would win.)

The worst though, as @starsvs brought up, is that Steve would look at Eddie, who loves the outdoors, is good at staying hydrated for dnd/the band, and is now working out regularly? And go "babe I think you're a jock now" and Eddie would lose. his. shit.

Eddie genuinely takes a moment to consider if this is what is going to cause him to dump his boyfriend, because he better take that slander back right the fuck now. Eddie? A jock? The very antithesis of everything he stands for? The sheer dramatics that statement causes is enough to keep Steve laughing for weeks. Eddie would grumble and bitch for days, laying on the floor complaining about him!! being called a jock!!! Wayne is just calmly sipping his coffee and watching his boy go on and on, because its certainly more entertaining than anything on day time tv.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steve #eddie #st hc #something yall should know about me is i come from an entire friend group of nerdy queer jocks #almost all of my guy friends are hot sometimes alternate bisexuals who love lifting weights and playing dnd #and are in a rock band together so #idk maybe thats why i think about steddie so much at the gym lol #also this post got away from me #the party #lucas sinclair #gareth stranger things #wayne munson

[maxmuscle022]

Tekken 8 - Bodybuilder Steve ending I gonna main Steve for real if he becomes like this :D, give him this skin! Ultra giga chad muscle god baki machio Steve

#tekken #tekken 8 #muscle #muscles #muscle flex #bodybuilder #muscular #flexing biceps #flexing muscles #roided muscle #muscle freak #weight lifting #steve fox

[corrodedcoughin]

Eddie and Robin floating around Steve’s pool with hangovers while Steve, also hungover, tries to throw cereal in their mouths. Margaritaville by Jimmy buffet plays on loop on the ‘hangover from hell cure’ tape that Eddie swears by.

Eventually Steve swaps to a water gun filled with apple juice when Eddie and Robin complain they are thirsty

#goodnight my eyes are fuzzy and I can’t focus them #they are all dramatic friends who wake up with The Fear after a night of drinking #Steve alternates the cereal and juice between them and himself #everyone ends up with food in their hair #thsi is how dustin finds them after begging a lift off Claudia becuase he was convinced they were hanging out without him and that was #Not Okay. #purely becuase he knew they’d do something stupid and arriving at Steve to see them all questionably dressed #(Eddie had robins bra with Steve’s shorts on #Robin with Eddie’s maiden shirt and her own jeans #and Steve with robins shirt and eddid denim #shorts) #he begins telling them off but Robin shushes him and points to the boombox playing Jimmy #he starts again and both Eddie and Steve give him the ‘ah ah!’ and point at the music #so dustin sits down next to Steve and starts joining in with the life sized game of hungry hungry hippos he’s apparently playing #Goodnight god bless #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington

[milf-harrington]

I feel like eddies the "i know youre going to drink/smoke regardless, if thats what you want to do, so at least do it at home so we know youre safe" parent and steves the "i had to pick you up from a party you werent allowed to be at last night, and now youre hungover? I suddenly feel the need to vaccuum" parent

#im open to outside opinions if you disagree #but this just came to me after reading that last post #also regardless of where they stand on the fun - protective scale i KNOW steve is the kind of dad to pick up his kids #no matter what the time is or where the kid is #theyre doing something they shouldnt be and they want to go home? steves starting the car #hes just dropped them at a sleepover and theyve changed their mind? hes turning around #its 3am and theyre at an event 2 towns over and need a lift? hes grabbing his car keys #steddie #steddie headcanon

[livwritesstuff]

So I’ve made a few references to Steve being an Excel guy as an adult (because someone had to be in charge of Steve and Eddie’s money and it certainly wasn’t going to be Eddie).

He’s got the classic spreadsheets – monthly budget, college savings projections, income tracking because he and Eddie both work jobs with variable incomes (Steve is a counselor and Eddie is an author), the whole nine yards.

Steve also has some “extracurricular” spreadsheets. I’ve talked about how Steve has a spreadsheet tracking the combinations of Mario Kart racers/vehicles he tries out (there’s a ranking system involved, it’s very complex). He’s got one for his fantasy football league, obviously, and he and Moe put money on their March Madness brackets so there’s a spreadsheet for that too.

Eddie’s personal favorite is the one comparing monthly expenses by kid, which isn’t exactly a necessary metric per se, but from it stems a game Steve and Eddie secretly play: who is the most expensive Harrington daughter?

The winner tends to rotate throughout the year, but Hazel is usually their least expensive child in the long run. She does ballet, which isn’t too bad when she’s little but then she graduates to pointe shoes, and Steve had no idea that not only do pointe shoes set you back $100 minimum, they also wear out ridiculously fast, and, as he’s been told many times, you can’t wear the dead ones.

Moe usually takes that top spot in the winter – elite basketball teams aren’t cheap by any stretch of the imagination, and then in high school she gets into snowboarding, which is somehow even more expensive. She’s also consistently the reason they hit their health insurance deductible every year. 

Robbie is their overall most expensive kid by a mile. She drove up their car insurance by getting into an accident a month after she got her driver's license, had braces for five years, and the prescription on her glasses has changed every eighteen months since she was seven. She’s notorious for breaking her phone, so she racks up quite a tab in that regard too (the one year they got a protection plan was also the one year she had no phone-related incidents, so they didn’t even bother renewing it – they just make her suffer with a cracked screen for a few months before they finally drag her to the mall to get it fixed). There’s also the year Eddie bought her an electric violin which was, naturally, not cheap (Eddie argues it shouldn’t count because he was the brains behind that operation).

#they all get jobs at 16 - non-negotiable #steve was hoping at least one of them would work somewhere with a dumb uniform but alas #moe works at the mountain she snowboards at #usually she operates the lift and makes sure to slow it down to a *crawl* for the best skiers #“to humble them” she says #hazel teaches the baby classes at her ballet school #robbie does reception at the joint music school/instrument shop she takes violin lessons at #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

[estellaestella]

Timmy riding a wooden bannister 🤭

This happened and we dont talk about it enough!! I tried fixing the distortion of the original photo from the DAZED photoshoot (second & third panel).

Feel free to share. No credit needed.

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #dazed and confused #estellaestella #i can bet you a fiver that someone will reblog this with THAT pic - i just dont know how long it will take (the steve lift pic obv)

[pumpkinleif]

With the graphic novel coming out soon and people creeping back into the Danny Phandom after... a while... I’ve seen a couple posters wondering how a very NOT-transgender guy like Butch came up with a character with such powerful, universal trans energy. And while some of that answer is “Nicktoons were your childhood favorite and you’re trans,” I feel like it’s important to note that the initial concept art for Danny has NONE trans swag. None whatsoever.

Look at this guy. This guy disrespects women. This guy uses Axe body spray to cover up the fact that he hasn’t showered in two weeks. This guy talks about crossfit and supports Trump.

The transgender swag was a gradual bimbofication that was brought to us by the concept art of artists such as Bob Boyle and character designers like Stephen Silver. (Also Shannon Tindle, Ernie Gilbert, Erik Wiese, Ray Angrum, Chris Graham, Ian Graham... Look, there’s a LOT of people that draw a cartoon.)

Bob Boyle concept art ^^^

Stephen Silver concept art. (Also notable for giving us Kim Possible’s iconic swag.) ^^^

So remember, if your favorite cartoon character has trans swag, don’t thank your pitch creators, thank your local storyboard artists or character artists today!

#dp #danny phantom #Also notable: Sib Ventress wrote the scripts for Lucky in Love AND Maternal Instincts #and so gets credit for 'I'd tell you to use the men's room but I don't think you qualify' and like half of Maddie Fenton's character growth #Steve Marmel meanwhile wrote Bitter Reunions and did much of the heavy lifting for Vlad #Honestly I feel like half the best episodes can be credited to Marmel and the other half to Ventress #Marty Isenberg was there too #leif babbles

[sweetcreaturetm]

It starts when Steve is taking care of a still in hiding and recovering Eddie. He does little things for him that Eddie can’t for himself. When Eddie can’t put deodorant on cause he can’t raise his arms high enough Steve rubs it on for him. He starts making Eddie his plate for him so Eddie won’t have to struggle with reaching for anything. He combs Eddie’s hair and then washes it for him and puts curl cream and massages it in. It’s all very domestic. That’s how they fall in love. Eddie thinks Steve will stop trying to woo him or something but it doesn’t stop.

Eddie thinks one day Steve is gonna stop putting his deodorant on Eddie when he does his own. But he still motions for Eddie to put his arms up so he can do it for him in the mornings and after a shower. He still makes his plate for him wherever they are at Steve’s house by themselves, at Wayne’s new trailer (Wayne shoots him a look behind Steve’s back the first time he sees him do it. Eddie just shakes his head cause he’s tried to tell him he didn’t have to), or at a barbecue with the whole party Steve just asks what Eddie wants and brings him a full plate. Dustin and Robin are gaping at him he chuckles and just shrugs. But his favorite is when they shower together and Steve gently detangles his hair for him, shampoos and conditions it, and then he rubs this amazing smelling curl cream in. He’s always so gentle with Eddie even though he’s all healed up.

Eddie realizes Steve wasn’t doing any of that to woo him or anything he was just doing it cause that’s how Steve treats the people he loves. And for some reason he loves Eddie.

#I just love domestic soft steddie #sue me #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #another ficlet based on my relationship #when I had my stroke I couldn’t lift my right arm so my husband put my deodorant on for me #now I hold my arms up and he’ll do it for me lmao

[pizzaqueen]

Oh and I started writing the ace!Eddie fic I mentioned the other week. I have the first part drafted and it could stand on its own but it would be very bittersweet and that’s not entirely my jam, so I’ve planned a second part and need at least a third.

I’m just trying to reconcile how I usually write Steve with the Steve I want in this fic (sexual compatibility is very important to me so he’s not how I usually see Steve for that to work) and I’m not 100% I can make it feel right to me but fingers crossed!

#steddie #sorry I’m very chatty atm #the huge anxiety I’ve felt since the end of September has lifted and now I’m really chipper 🤣 #but yeah I personally just need fic about ace characters to be more reflective of my experience? #just because of my own hang ups I find it hard to read certain stuff in ace fic and I’m writing this to be self indulgent lol #I just don’t know if I can make this Steve feel like Steve if that makes sense #i know I never write smut but I still tend to imagine them both wanting and having sex #and usually once I latch onto a thing that’s it lmao #so this is kind of a challenge but yeah idk I don’t need to write all this lol #pizzaqueenwrites

[sharpchinsimp]

Friday evening

#i thought a lot about how dave was able to lift and drag michael in 'dead man walking' #and steve must be big and heavy af #dave is a very strong man with a lower back pain #he needs pilates after that #steve haines #dave norton #steve x dave #gta 5 #gta v #mine

[thorniest-rose]

Can you imagine Steve having the urge to wear women’s clothing and makeup from being young but always ignoring it because it’s not the done thing. He tells Eddie in confidence and Eddie thinks it’s perfect. Subtly encouraging him to try things and confront it when they’re alone. Steve’s thinking about growing his hair a little and Eddie’s like “I think you’d look so pretty, baby.” He didn’t think anyone would ever react like that. The first time Steve actually works up the courage to do makeup and hair and wear a dress, he shows Eddie when they’re alone and Eddie nearly has a fuckin heart attack.

oh this is so lovely. I love the idea of Steve liking girl's clothes when he's a child. Maybe he sneaks into his parents' bedroom when they're out and tries on his mother's make-up and jewellery, spritzing himself in perfume, and when they go shopping for clothes, he wistfully looks at all the girl's things: the dresses and sandals and little skirts. But he represses it because he knows it's wrong to want those things and boys have to be boys, not girls, so he crushes all those desires back down and tries his best not to think about them. Or about how much he loves looking at and touching girls because he wants to be like them. Then telling Eddie about it when they start dating, knowing Eddie won't judge him for it. And Eddie doesn't, if anything he doesn't seem surprised. And he would encourage Steve so gently, not wanting him to feel insecure, or like it's anything to be ashamed of, saying how pretty he is, that he's already prettier than any girl Eddie's ever seen. So Steve grows his hair longer and he gets his blonde highlights again, and he starts wearing a little mascara and a tinted cherry lipbalm, starts wearing a necklace or a bracelet... subtle enough things in public that no one will say anything.

And in private, when it's just him and Eddie, he does even more. Wearing perfume, trying on dresses, heels, shaking his legs... and when Eddie sees him for the first time he's just stunned. Not because he's shocked at how beautiful Steve looks, but because he didn't think Steve could become even more of a vision than he already was. In a way that's almost unbearable. The makeup and clothes bringing out all of Steve's softness in a way that has Eddie's mouth filling with spit, his dick chubbing up so fast it's painful. He's standing there staring at Steve, mouth open, and Steve shrinks back, insecure, says "you don't like it?" but a moment later Eddie's crossed the room, his arms around Steve's little waist and he says, "baby doll you're fucking gorgeous" and Steve gasps, quivering, at the praise and the pet name.

And Eddie wants this to be about Steve, to be about showering him in adoration, but his hind brain, the one that's whispering to Eddie about what a pretty little housewife Steve would make, kicks into gear and they wind up fucking right there in the kitchen, Eddie slipping his hand between Steve's thighs and roughly pushing his panties to the side so he can finger him open, the whole time breathing into his ear about how he's going to fuck his pretty little pussy. As Steve shakes, flushing red, whimpering "yes Daddy, wanna be your good girl" and Eddie literally has to stop for a second, knuckle deep in Steve's tight hole, groaning "oh fucking hell" into Steve's hair, trying so hard not to cum in his pants like a dumb fucking virgin.

#asks #steddie #steve harrington #okay maybe i felt inspired 🥵 #but i love how this could be both so soft and dirty!!! #like steve dresses up and cooks eddie dinner and then eddie lifts his skirt and fucks him on the table ❤

[dozydawn]

#lifts #pairs skating #tatiana volosozhar #maxim trankov #steve russell #figure skating #pairs #2013