#but also silly steve my love

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 2

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steve is at the diner with robin and eddie, after another mind numbing shift at the ol’ FV. thankfully, eddie came in a little while before close so the time went a lot quicker. steve might honestly tell him to come in even more because the clock just seems to become his best friend when eddies around; jumping nonsense off of robin, telling steve random shit about himself and laughing at all of steve jokes. (which his jokes deserve, of course, obviously. no matter what robin likes to say, knock knock is a classic set up.)

steve sat across from eddie and ordered his favourite milkshake, making eddie bat his eyelashes and make fun of steve. ‘milkshakes at a diner stevie? all you’re missing is the cheerleader and letterman.’ and steve rolled his eyes, about to let eddie know he still has his letterman and eddie can borrow it anytime. but robin had been sparked into talking about the most recent band drama that happened after the game the other night.

steve cared about the gossip, really he did. but eddie ordered fries and now yeah, sure, normal diner behaviour. however, eddie likes adding salt to his fries, like a lot of it. which means he’s constantly licking his fingers clean, like, thumb in his mouth, sucking. and that image is making a lot of very fun and interesting scenarios pop up in steves head. very fun, very cool scenarios.

so steve is distracted, playing with his whipped cream and cherry, half listening to eddie talk about hash browns but mostly just thinking about fingers, and mouths.

eddie, for some reason steve cannot fucking fathom, likes to pretend he’s not into steve, like they don’t flirt and like he doesn’t know steve is very much into eddie. steve knows what someone looks like when they’re into him and eddie is into steve. eddie just seems to have a mental block because no matter how much steve touches his arm or hair or tells him he has nice eyes, or like, flirts back at eddies initial flirting, eddie just gets bright red and changes the subject. it’s very cute. but dumb, because they could still do all that while also making some of those fun, pretty, fingers near mouths images a reality.

so, offence is the best defence as they say, defence being eddies self built cock block castle. but lucky for eddie steve is feeling pretty chivalrous so he’ll attempt to scale the castle walls again and hope some day soon eddie will just open the fucking door.

steve sticks his cherry in his mouth, pulls out the moves, ties the stem easy as pie and now, cherry on top, the wink.

gotcha. eddie saw the whole thing, beet red, soda up his nose. the moves never fail. steve did not plan for eddie to leave for the bathroom right after (hates to see him go, loves to watch him walk away) and has to deal with robin and her overprotectiveness when it come to eddie. but come on! he obviously liked it!

she knows steve likes eddie and wouldn’t be surprised if eddie talks to robin about steve. he would, if he was eddie. but she still more often than not gives steve a very pointed look if she feels he’s stepped over some invisible line she’s made up, like there some rule to how bisexual he’s allowed to be at certain moments of the day, particularly around eddie munson.

‘stop messing with him!’ she’s hissing but there’s a little smile on her face too.

‘i’m not! i’m just, presenting him with some facts, some info.’ steve rests his chin in his palm and mumbles quietly ‘not my fault he kept sucking on his damn fingers.’ aware that they are very much in public.

‘god, i am so sick of you both. you gotta talk to him steve, or stop, or something because i’m actually about to go back to doing puzzles with my nana on weekends if i have to deal with you two dancing around each other any longer.’

steve pouts ‘i love puzzles, and your nana, you cant go do that without me bob’s, that’s mean.’ robin groans and clunks her head on the table. ‘ughhh you are so weird! it astounds me every day that you used to be popular. people are so dumb.’

steve pats her head smiling. ‘yeah well good aim goes a long way.’ robin groans louder. ‘i’ll talk to him though, sir steven will break through those castle walls one way or another.’

robin lifts her head to squint at him, face of utter distain. ‘love you.’

‘love u too boobie.’

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part 1 (eddie) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

@mackdaddyofheimlichcountyy @gregre369

u asked for it :)

#steddie #steve x eddie #cocky steve #but also silly steve my love #bisexual steve harrington #is fun always #platonic stobin #<3 #hotlunch #will there be more? who knows #my fic #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

[tending-the-hearth]

thinking about alexsander kallus who starts off being a passionate servant to the empire and proud destroyer of lasan who has a strong mutual hatred for zeb

alexsander kallus who never really sat well with the massacre on lasan after it happened, because it was never supposed to happen that way, who starts to question things after being trapped on bahryn with zeb, who actually gets to talk with his enemy and come to a shaky, shaky truce

alexsander kallus who helps sabine escape even before he's officially fulcrum, just because he knows he owes zeb, and he knows how important sabine is to him

alexsander kallus who becomes fulcrum because he knows it's the right thing to do, because he knows that the events on lasan have happened to so many other planets, and he realizes how wrong he was, and how he's been changed

"heart of a rebel" alexsander kallus who fights against thrawn and manages to escape and becomes an unofficial spector as he gets folded into the rebels

alexsander kallus who, after feeling guilty and twisted for so long because of the lasan massacre, who has atoned for so many mistakes, who has struggled for so long to find his place, is shown to the planet where the lasat people are thriving, who is welcomed into their home, forgiven and seen as one of them

just... alexsander kallus

#HE'S JUST SO #kallus is the only one ever i love him so so much #one of the absolute best arcs in star wars and no one can tell me otherwise #the oNLY reason i will accept him not being in ahsoka is bc he's on lira san taking care of his and zeb's kids <3 #literally not even touching on the beauty that is kalluzeb's arc either #they're a whole other thing /affectionate #enemies to allies to lovers my beloved #i will always think about kal's soft little “zeb” #steve blum you are so real for saying zeb's ending is happy because he got his man #also rebel kallus supremacy i love him and his silly little muttonchops and floppy hair #i just know zeb was going insane #star wars #star wars rebels #alexsander kallus

[sidekick-hero]

A car horn sounds in the distance and Eddie is reminded of all the thirsty texts he and Chrissy have exchanged about the man currently three fingers deep inside him, and he can't help the almost manic cackle that escapes his panting mouth.

He wishes he could shove the laugh back into his traitorous mouth, because the fingers stop their maddening assault, and incredulous hazel eyes look up at him from between his legs.

"Something funny?" It's so deliciously bitchy that Eddie can't help undulating his hips to get those fingers moving again. Their whole foreplay had been them bickering in the laundry room of their dorm, and Eddie can't take much more.

"No," he gasps, "I mean, yeah, just my head being funny. It does that. Very funny head. Please, carry on." He makes a sweeping gesture like he's offering the guy a great gift.

The guy (Steve, his mind supplies, his name is Steve) doesn't look very impressed. More the opposite, judging by the way he sits back on his haunches and takes his wonderful, talented fingers with him. Eddie whines at the loss and curses his poor impulse control.

"I have no idea what could be amusing about my fingers up your ass." There's a pinch to his mouth that makes it look like Eddie really hurt his feelings with his laughter. He can't very well tell the guy that he wasn't laughing at him, but about the many times he censored all the filthy things he thought about doing to the guy with [CAR HORN BLARES].

He sits up and hooks one hand around Steve's neck, his foot pressing into the small of his back and his other hand gripping his hard and dripping dick. Eddie groans at the thought that fingering him affected Steve so much.

"Aww, I'm sorry, big boy. Let me stroke your ego to make it up to you, yeah?"

With that, he begins stroking Steve's dick with firm, sure strokes as he pulls him down for a filthy kiss. Steve comes willingly, panting and letting Eddie plunge his tongue deep into his mouth, giving him an idea of what Eddie wants him to do with the ego he's stroking right now.

Steve moans loudly as Eddie thumbs the head of his dick, and Eddie, his mouth newly freed, can't help but say, "I knew you had a big ego, but I didn't expect it to grow any bigger."

Steve snorts at that, even as his hips push him forward into Eddie's fist. "You're ridiculous, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Only all the time. I don't have a brain-to-mouth filter, I guess? In my defense, I was dropped on my head as a kid, so..."

His statement is followed by a deep groan, unfortunately not entirely a happy one. "Please stop talking."

And okay, fine. He can do that.

He thinks.

Maybe he needs some help.

"How about you make me shut up with your mouth while you fuck me? Just to be sure."

The smile he gets in return is devilish, but Eddie thinks he sees fondness in those expressive hazel eyes, too. "I think I can do that."

And Steve does, expertly.

That doesn't mean that Eddie won't put his foot in his mouth afterwards, but at least he can hope that the orgasm will make it more endearing to Steve.

Because he'd really like to keep doing this.

As usually, thank you to the best discrod crew, my Schwester @yournowheregirl and my platonic writing soulmate @legitcookie for going feral with me and blaring that goddamn car horn so many times.

#steddie #steddie drabble #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #steddie crack #I just love silly sex okay #let them have fun and be silly #also I'm not projecting at all with my non-existent brain-to-mouth filter okay?? #my writing #nsft

[applicationforrelease]

thursday at tennessee is for lovers fest (9/10/23)

#sorry lady next to me for screaming so loud you left #i love thursday. also have so many videos of steve he was right in front of me it was si good #thank u nico for coming with me. #thursday #geoff rickly #norman brannon #steve pedulla #my pics #have a live image of tucker not catching his drum stick. i may post its very goofy and silly.

[elidoesntbreathwee]

giving steddie their rain kiss cuz they deserve it :D

It had been about a year since Vecna; since Steve and Eddie had met, since Eddie almost died. While Eddie and Max were in the hospital, Steve came almost every day, first checking up on Max, and saying hi to Lucas (who also came every day), then he would go to Eddie's room. Luckly for Steve, their rooms were very close.

Steve hadn't known Eddie for long at this point, it had only been a few months since they met, but they'd become so close in the short time that they had known each other. Maybe that's why Steve was there every day, maybe it was for a different reason entirely. All that mattered was that Steve would be there when Eddie woke up.

It took Eddie 3 months to wake up. It took Max 8 months. Steve was there for both of them when they woke up. Robin had also been with Steve when Eddie woke up, and after that, when Robin and Steve would hang out, there was a good chance that Eddie would be there too. The 3 went together most days to see Max. Eddie would read to her or play her favorite songs in the room while they were there since the doctors said that there might be a chance she could hear them.

Once Max woke up, the whole party spent a lot of time together. Dustin and Mike would tell her what went on at school while she was gone, Will told her about how they moved back to Hawkins (even though Joyce was VERY hesitant), and Lucas let her know some of the things that went on at the hospital. Everyone else listened as the boys recounted everything that had happed in those 8 months.

A lot happened in that time frame, but Steve couldn't help but focus on small things that a certain someone did and said. Steve couldn't stop thinking about Eddie. Even if it wasn't the biggest thought in his mind, Eddie was still always somewhere in his thoughts.

One night, about a week after the 1-year anniversary of Vecna (aka the 'earthquakes') and Steve and Eddie (and prolly the rest of the party) had been getting worse nightmares due to it being close to the time Vecna happened. Steve, Robin, and Eddie had been having sleepovers almost every night, because it helped all of them to know that they weren't alone when they inevitably woke up in the middle of the night, either in a cold sweat or screaming (or sometimes both). But one night, Robin was going over to Nancy's (wink wink) instead, which left Steve and Eddie by themselves in Steve's huge house (wink wi- imm sorry).

They weren't very awkward or anything, since they were friends, but they realized they hadn't hung out by with just the other in months. They took a bit to get used to it just being the 2 of them (things like say "hey Eddie" or "hey Steve" instead of 'you guys') and to decide what they wanted to do.

For a while they played Uno, then they got bored of it, so they put on a movie (Ferris Buller's Day Off, cuz i said so) and sat down next to each other on Steve's couch. If were being honest, neither of them were paying that much attention to the movie. Eddie got distracted by his thoughts and started messing with his rings and hair, and Steve got distracted by Eddie messing with his rings and hair.

You really can't blame Steve though, I mean, Eddie's the prettiest guy he'd ever seen, from his long, curly, dark brown hair to his pretty chocolate eyes, to his dimpled smile, his everything.

Steve hadn't realized he'd been staring for so long. Eddie was waving his hand in front of Steve's face, hope that he wouldn't start levitating soon.

"Steve? Steve, you here? Steve, what's wrong? STEVE!?"

"What? Huh? Did i miss something?" Steve's eye's moved around the room, forgetting that Eddie wasn't the only thing that exsisted

"Oh," Eddie sighed in relief. "Jesus H. Christ man, you scared me. I thought Vecna got you or something."

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you Eds" Steve looked over at the tv "Oh god, how long was i spacing out for? We're literally halfway through the movie and i only remember being 10 minutes in."

"Yeah, i don't know. I spaced out to."

"Do you wanna keep it on or find something different to watch?"

"Nah, keep it on. I know what happened while we were spaced out, it's fine." The two then turned back to the tv and focused for a really long time on it (aka 10 minutes) before Steve said,

"Y'Know, I kinda wish we could do this all the time, not just when it's nightmare season."

"Do what? Have sleepovers like we're 12 years old?" Eddie chuckled. "Honestly, me too."

"Yeah. If only, right."

"Mhm"

Then they sat through the rest of the movie. Weather they were paying attention is up to mystery, but the movie finished, and they were both still there, no broken bones.

After the movie, Steve let Eddie go shower, and made food while he was waiting. He made the food of Kings: pizza. Once Eddie got out, the two ate their pizza, then Steve got in the shower. By the time Steve got out it was 1:30 AM, so they both went into Steve's bedroom (there's a spare room, but the whole point of this is that they don't wake up alone. being in separate rooms wouldn't really make sense)

Usually Steve, Robin and Eddie all slept together in Steve's bed. Steve and Eddie on the sides, Robin in the middle, but Robin wasn't here tonight, she was probably snuggling up to Nancy (good for her, u go girl) so Steve and Eddie had to figure out how they were going to do things. Should one of them sleep on the floor? Should they lay like how they would normally, just with no one else in between them? Should they cuddle or spoon? Should they forget sleep in its entirety and stay up all night? Probably not that last one, but still, they didn't quite know what to do, so they just sat on Steve's king-sized bed (perfect for King Steve- not that he's that person anymore) and brought up possibilities of how they should sleep. They ended up sleeping how they would normally, just without Robin between them.

They feel asleep fairly quickly, both tired from the day's drama, but as expected, Eddie woke up after another nightmare. What Eddie wasn't expecting was to be cuddled up close to Steve. Steve had his arms wrapped around Eddie like he would never let go, Eddie's head close to Steve's chest, so close that he could hear Steve's heart beating. Eddie hadn't screamed when we woke up, just sweating and almost hyperventilating. Eddie had moved some to get closer to Steve, (which was kind of impossible since he and Steve were taking up only one person's space) which woke him up.

"Hey," Steve started sleepily, "You ok?"

"Just a nightmare, nothing unusual." Eddie said into Steve's chest.

"It's ok Eds, it's gonna be ok." Steve started rubbing circles on Eddie's back. "Just breath with me, mk"

"mk, thank you" Steve nodded. The two synced their breathing and soon fell back to sleep.

Neither of them woke up until the morning. It was 9:45 AM, and it was raining. Steve woke up before Eddie by 5 minutes, but he didn't get out of bed (mostly because he was still tangled up with Eddie) until Eddie woke up. He went downstairs to cook them breakfast, while Eddie packed up what little he had brought over.

The two ate breakfast, then it was (sadly) time for Eddie to leave. Steve didn't want him to leave, even though he knew he'd see him again that night, Robin would be there. He loves Robin to bits but he knew he would miss being alone with Eddie. If Eddie was going to leave, Steve just wished he could kiss him goodbye, like a housewife kissing her husband as he's off to work. There's no way Steve could ever do that, though, so as Eddie said goodbye and walked out Steve's front door, Steve felt like he wasn't complete, like a part of him had left with Eddie, even though he would see him again.

Steve wasn't usually impulsive, at all, but sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone.

Eddie had walked far enough that he couldn't clearly see Steve's house anymore through all the rain. He already missed Steve, even though they'd only been apart for a minute or two. He heard something faint in the distance, coming from behind him though.

"EDDIE! Eddie, wait up!!"

'Steve' Eddie immediately thought.

"STEVE?!"

Steve came running up to him, and hugged him tightly around the waist.

"Steve, oh my god, this might sound weird, but i really missed you even though its onl-"

Steve kissed him. On the sidewalk, in the rain. Eddie put his arms around Steve's neck and leaned into the kiss.

"Sorry, i just couldn't go any longer without doing that..." Steve said, breaking the kiss.

"I'm glad you did, because i wouldn't have had the guts to do it first" Eddie smiled, and kissed him again, this kiss lasting longer than the first.

"Well, you should get home, and i should go back inside before we get sick." Steve said, sad to have to stop kissing Eddie, but he'll see him again tonight. Even though Robin's going to be there, there are always closets.

That night, the tree of them went to Robin's house. Robin didn't have as big a bed as Steve, so they always had to squish so they could all lay on Robin's bed. Robin was usually in the middle here too. Really the only time she wasn't was when they stayed at Eddie's and one of them had to sleep in the floor (which they took turns doing). This time though, when the three were ready to go to bed, Eddie and Steve laid down next to each other.

Robin started asking questions (as she should) about what happened when she was at Nancy's.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Eddie said with a smirk, Steve cuddling up to him.

"Yeah, actually, I would." Robin replied, trying not to sound mad or anything (cuz she wasn't) but not too soft either.

"How about you tell us what happened with Nance and then maybe we'll tell you what went on with us" Steve said.

"Fine." Robin sighed. "Well, there wasn't much at the beginning, just normal stuff, i guess. Later when we were watching some boring movie, she put her head on my shoulder, and i may or may not have panicked and forgotten how to move. Then when the movie had like, 30 minutes left, she kissed me. Ok? You happy now?"

"Hmmmm, i donno, kinda boring." Eddie said, fake yawning.

"OH COME ON? THE TRUTH IS BORING, NOW TELL ME!!" Robin was loud, but not screaming, just really, REALLY loud.

"Chill, Rob, Im kidding." Eddie cleared his throat. "We watched a movie, spaced out, got ready for bed, ended up cuddling all night, we both had amazing sleep, we ate food, then i left."

"What. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Robin tried very hard to controll herself.

"No, that's what happened" Steve said

"WHA-" Robin was cut off by Steve

"But it's not *all* that happened" Steve smirked.

"Ok? So tell."

"After he left, I ran after him, in the rain, and we kissed" Steve looked at Eddie and smiled.

"So, we all kissed someone, and now I'm inviting Nancy to come over right now."

"What? Why?" Eddie looked confused

"I wanna cuddle with someone too" Robin thought that was obvious.

Nancy *did* come, and the four of them were very squished on Robin's bed, which was something she did not think through before inviting Nancy. The four made room, though, by snuggling very close, which worked out for all of them, because who doesn't wanna cuddle.

The four of them did this at least twice a week now, even when it wasn't 'nightmare season'.

THE END :)

this took me, like, four (4) days to write, so a like would be very appreciated, and hey, if you're feeling SUPER nice, a reblog would be absolutely wonderful :)

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #st #steve harrington #eddie munson #hope u like #also sorry if this makes no sense #rain #rain kiss #my sillies #silly people #theyre so silly #i love them #stranger things #my little sillies

[un-bear-ably-weird]

Creepslayerz my beloved <3

#creepslayerz #steli #coded idk i think they should kiss :3 #bear bitch #toa #toa trollhunters #toa wizards #toa 3below #my boys #toa fanart #steve palchuk #eli pepperjack #elijah leslie pepperjack #i love toa sm it’s one of my biggest comfort show(s) they are so silly to me guys #some of yall will never understand being a #day one toa fan #sobbing #crying over RotT #also the plot holes in the movie but shhhh #they did pretty good for a Netflix series that had years of content to go over. they just shoulda had be do it insed bc im insane.

[shopcat]

i genuinely do take it so personally when people are against st/eddie Only because it's popular but will like every other god awful crackship rarepair bullshittery or just. every other couple possible basically like they would rather ship eddie and tommy h or soemthing IT DRIVES ME CRAZYYYYYYYYYY YOU ARE NOT COOL OR INDIVIDUAL U HAVE A COLD BLACK HEART like literally get over it i'm SORRY. they're so nothing they're literally so nonoffensive like i Get it i Get it but on the principle alone no i don't get it your soul is full of evil + happiness evades you

#🐾 #it also usually means they have some weird thing against steve for the same reason but then will be obsessed w eddie as if eddie isn't just #the current white boy of the month... steve is the white boy of the YEAR you are insane they are the SAME #also i can't even be truly mad bc i get it i hate 99% of fanon bullshit too i hate most st/eddie fans other than my own mutuals BUT MY GOD #does it matter xo #they're always jonathan stans too ohhhh i am not unaware of the rituals happening here BELIEVE ME -_- #sts #like no i don't hate the jonathan girls but they hate ME what am i supposed to do here ... This is war <- joking and being silly xo #no but actually i also see other stuff like ohhh my god ppl who r obsessed w jar/gyle but hate st/eddie like you know Why #and they think they're so locked in and based like can you please get a tremendous grip #also is entirely silly bc i love those two in fact with argyle is one of the only ways i can tolerate jonathan these days he makes him the #best version of his character. to me. Of what s4 murdered of him. am i speaking english #anywya

[worstsequence]

#historically rage filled day yes its steddie characterizations again yes i struggle with regulating my engage #ment with fandoms in a way thats healthy for me and am still bad at learnimg to scroll #yes i love the fandom yes its the only thing that brings me remotely any joy all these things are true #hate the double standards of the way people write steve vs the way they write eddie. #hate course correcting 'the party is too mean to steve' to Now theyre mean to eddie. #in ways that should definitely be hurting his feelings and yet its seen as cute and silly #steve and robin can be mean to him and its just their dynamic 🤪 #people can fill in empty spots in steves backstory with subtext but with eddie suddenly its all about canon #yes theres 18000 fics and the opposite is presumably out there. i just have never seen it #yes its probably the yaoification. the inability to not strip characters down to fit them into top bottom tropes. #if i read bottom eddie id probab;y find more of this. however i dont want to do that #hate steve meangirlisms cute and charming and everyones like oh steve but eddie has 1000 sins to repent for. #again -resumably a course correction of people writing steve as still having to repent for s1. which i agree is dumb and wrong #but its annoying when steve being judgy is seen as a likeable character trait but eddie does the same thing and suddenly he owes every #character an apology #hate that eddies insecurities are villainized but steves insecure suddenly its eddie and everyone elses job to fix him. #i just want better for both of them neither of them feel like themselves so often. which. again. is an mlm trope problem i think. #also yes steve is a main character and eddie is a dead side character. so more people are attatched to him and he has more stake like #in the narrative. #🕷.archive #eddie meta

[hanzajesthanza]

im on a geryen kick... someone save me

#they are so fated and bound together but. by true love. love was the binding curse #they are so weird to me because they are The Literary Love Story but. they're also just like my parents #so as much as i understand them i also feel that endearing cringe from their silliness <3 #anyways the fanmix has been made for them. you have to deal with my steely dan and steve miller band and eagles and elo. not sorry #txt

[yuridotcom]

just watched scream 6, it was saur good

#putting my thoughts in the tags cuz i loooovvee doing that #scream 6 spoilers #obviously #the core four were ao silly and fun i love them #mindys girlfriend dying so soon into the movie oooh i was pissed #i didn't predict the ghostfaces but i am always so bad at predicting plottwists #i mean i predicted amber but she was pretty obvious #anyways tara and sam SLAYED! in those last couple of scenes #i love to see womem feral and covered in blood #was giggling and kicking my feet in the movie theatre... i need to edit them immediately #anyways mindy and chad were so silly!!! the siblings ever!!! they kinda reminded me of steve and robin... #chad and tara were kinds cute idk... originally i wasnt that much of a fan cuz i liked tamber but they were silly! #also why i go on the scream 6 tag and theres a bunch of x readers for that nerdly lil white boy.. #goes to show mfs will simp for any average white man that comes on their screen cuz what did he do besides be annoying and a loser #sorry not sorry i have to speak my truth #an ee ways overall loved the movie #god there's so many typos in here that i do not want to fix #scream 6 #mia yaps

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 4

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one thing about eddie munson, steve has realised, is that he may be a little freaky. but he just wants the same things as everyone else. we’re all just monkeys at the end of the day type deal.

because flirting with a boy is the same as with a girl. same schtick, same moves same king steve charm. even if they’re being pulled on a metal head with sparkly brown eyes. the classics work every time.

steve kind of already knew this, if he’s honest. he saw the way girls would twirl their hair and lean into eddies space when he was dealing at parties, sometimes steve’s sometimes not. and he saw how eddie would be flattered in his big brash way and knock 5 bucks off what was already a overpriced item.

where as if steve went up to him and twirled his hair and leaned into eddies space he’d get a bit of brash but also a bit of blush and at least 10 bucks knocked off. now not to say steve’s a mathematician here but 2+2 still equals 4 last time he checked.

so he sings louder once he sees eddies grin in the rear view. even if robin says it threw her off and not to do it again because it impeded her artistic expression or whatever. steve thinks they sounded great just need to work on their singing in rounds section, get it perfect. maybe perform it for hop just to see him squirm. squirm and say nothing, not after the lemon square incident two months ago. robin has him wrapped around her little finger, the terror. shes so cool.

even when robin gets out (with a 'see you tomorrow. you’re both idiots. i love you. you’re giving me grey hairs.’ in that robin way which leaves steves heart feeling little warmer) and eddies grin fades and he’s trying to skulk in the shadows like a gremlin. not moving to the passenger. so steve rolls with it, and pulls out less of a classic, more just his own personal comedic repertoire; his mary poppins voice. he likes to think he can smell the soot he sounded so much like those chimney sweeps. dustin tells him his ears have started bleeding if he gets out so much as a ‘ello’.

but it gets eddie in his passenger seat, sitting the same way as anyone else he’s ever dated/wanted to date has been. and like steve also said, the classic moves never fail and eddies hairs nicer than most girls he’s dated (hairspray can make things distinctly crusty) so, he tucks a lock behind eddies ear, revealing his pretty blush. just like all the girls he’s ever done it to, and that one time with harry bishop in camp. only steve is realising he thinks eddies blush might be the prettiest.

he’s also realising that with eddie the classics go much better along with what steve’s been trying out more and more lately: just being steve. plain, boring steve. seeing how that fits in with the lines and the moves and the schtick, because he’s not really king steve now at all.

he thinks (hopes), with eddie, ‘just steve’ might be enough.

so he asks eddie about the most recent part of the campaign he’s running. missing last weeks to work, which is unfortunate because he uses the sessions to catch up on gossip from el and max. he even let them customise one of his shirts since they’re on a fashion craft kick at the moment. tried it on then and there, the girls revelling in half the table going pink at the sight and steve revelling in how comfy crop tops are. he might ask them to do a couple more.

so eddie talks and talks, about the twist the kids noticed and the one they didn’t. about how well will fits in with the party, doesn’t know how they all did their other campaigns without him. moves so his back is against the door and his knee is propped up, hands gesticulating.

he’s grinning the way he does when he forgets there’s any reason to hide. how steve wants him to all the time, when they’re together. uninterrupted eddie munson, no watered down crap, steve wants it all.

then eddie is poking him with the tip of his shoe, talking about how steve is ‘always asking about dnd, you don’t wanna play dude?’ and steve grabs his foot to hold it there against his leg, starts fiddling with eddies laces, one hand on the wheel. says how ‘nah just like hearing you talk about it’ because that’s true, that’s steve, he likes hearing and watching eddie talk about it, being exited, happy.

but they’ve arrived at the new and improved munson trailer and eddie is staring at him, mouth a perfect ‘o’. steve thinks he has time for a little more king, before eddie has to get out and leave.

so he dips his head, looks up at eddie through his lashes, asks real innocent. ‘if i did play though, would i have to call you master?’ and yeah that snaps eddie out of it.

eddie coughs. coughs again and goes bright red. spluttering ‘no steve. christ. no. you’d call me eddie... or the whatever npc i’m voicing at the time.’

‘so what might that be?’

‘this game i’m mostly a goblin names earwax.’

...

‘huh. cool. not very sexy though.’

still pink eddies all doe eyes and wet lips. ‘your kind of a weird guy harrington, anyone ever tell you that?’

‘once or twice.’

steve’s smile grows and eddie nods to himself, staring into the distance he nods again, then sort of falls out of the car. seeming to forget that steve still has a loose hold of one foot.

jumping back up eddie waves, closing the door. steve wiggles his fingers and watches eddie slink up the path to the front. although it looks like he’s talking to himself, gesturing around. starts shuffling his feet and rubbing the back of his neck once he’s at the bottom of the porch steps.

whirling around eddie bounces on his toes, fist gripping the front of his tee. says a little too loud and a little strangled. ‘you don’t, uh, you don’t wanna come in for a bit do you?’

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

(shhhh i know i already wrote a version of this but i didn't like it so changed it shhh shhhhhh)

EDIT: the tags keep glitching so i'm gonna put people in the replies instead, mwah!)

#steddie #steve x eddie #cocky steve #but also kind of soft lovely steve #but ye silly bois continues!!! #hotlunch #my fic #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

[cagesings]

i  simply  cannot  emphasize  how  excited  i  am  to  watch  season  four

#i will finally understand what everyone was talking about and why everyone fell in love with eddie #i get the steve hype now #i too have fallen in love with him #also chrissy? i know what happens to her but like i am so excited to see what little we get of her #not to mention my boy is back (j.cb) #(yes he is the Bad Guy but i do not care i love him) #*❈ ‣ i’m a silly little ninnynoodle — ( ooc. ) #tbd. #starting it tomorrow!!

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

“Don’t you ever get tired of the taste?”

The sharp crunch fills the air again, and Steve shivers from it like the sound is coming from inside of him, deep in his bones.

“Don’t you ever get tired of having the palate of a toddler?” Billy asks through a full mouth.

He’s spread out on the too-small sofa, ankles crossed where they’re perched on the armrest. It’s fairly warm out today, which means that he’s wearing a scandalous amount of clothes, and Steve would be delighting in that fact right now were it not for the pungent scent of vinegar.

The brunet simply crosses his arms. Glances over his shoulder towards the kitchen, and hardens a glare at no one at all.

“Do we seriously need to keep all of them? We don’t even have room in the fridge.”

“Aw, Stevie, if you really hate it that much…” Billy coos. Then, crunch. “Open a fuckin’ window.”

The howling laughter that leaves him has Steve biting back on a smile, as much as he hates to admit. He’s half tempted to open a window, but he instead chooses to round the couch and tap Billy’s ankle until he lifts his legs up.

The blond obliges him. Permits Steve to sit so he can splay his legs over his lap.

“Guess I might as well get used to it.”

Billy grins. Cozies further into the couch like a cat settling down to take a nap before he sighs comfortably.

“For a second there I thought you were gonna grab a trash bag and go bananas.”

“No, baby, I’d never throw away your gifts,” Steve reassures. He slouches in his seat and takes to fiddling with the seam of Billy’s tiny shorts. “You just have to promise me to brush your teeth before you come to bed tonight or I might puke.”

There’s a little snicker that makes Steve’s smile widen as he flattens his palm against his lover’s thigh.

For a while, things were hard. Really hard.

Billy couldn’t stomach solid foods, could hardly breathe on his own on a good day. And Steve sat by him the whole way through it. Sat by his bed in the hospital and had faith when Billy didn’t that he would get better.

It was on a particularly bad day, a day where the nurses had tried to incorporate something soft into one of his meals — mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes that didn’t go down well, or rather, didn’t stay down. All Steve remembers of that day was Billy crying, eyes red and puffy, nose running as he coughed and heaved, whining about how am I ever gonna eat pickles again if I can’t even eat this.

And Steve had pet his hair and helped him sip some room temperature water, even though he was a little confused.

As far as he knew, Billy didn’t even like pickles. Or, at the very least, didn’t care all that much for them. Not enough to tolerate them on a burger, and certainly not enough to cry about not being able to eat them.

Still, here they are, nearly a year later. With about seven full-sized jars of pickles on their counter, all with ribbons and balloons and get well soon cards fastened to them in some shape or form. Some from family. Most from friends. A few from strangers.

Steve recalls reading a card that was signed by all the guys down at the fire station, regarding Billy as a hero in their ranks.

If only they knew.

“Might get sick of pickles,” Billy sighs.

He holds a spear in his hand, eyeing it like he isn’t sure if he should because it’ll be his fifth in a row, and his stomach is still tragically sensitive. This jar in particular is from Max. Has a red ribbon tied around the rim of the jar and dozens of dollar store skateboard stickers plastered all over it.

That seems enough to justify the next crunch that fills the air.

Steve pats his lover’s thigh and shakes his head when the juice drips on the front of his shirt, thankful that he’s getting better.

Even if it means being surrounded by pickles.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

#harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my writing #ficlet #not proofread #I had a friend once in high school who was obsessed w pickles #one year for her bday everyone showed up with huge jars of pickles for her as gifts #and she was so happy lmao #I just think Billy seems like a pickle kind of guy #Steve takes him out to a movie and grimaces when he orders a fuckin pickle and is like #pls just be normal #also their love language is having silly arguments and im right abt this

[steviesbicrisis]

A Barbie AU where the Kens decide, in order to get some recognition, to get individual names.

Steve, who’s just a Ken very good with kids, is having an identity crisis after his Barbie, journalist Barbie, broke up with him.

Not even picking a name as unique and special as Steve, so much different than Ken, managed to cheer him up.

Everyone keeps saying he should be happy about the change, and discover who he is outside of Barbie’s orbit, but he can’t see what was so wrong in their relationship. He loved waiting all day for Barbie to look at him, even if it was for a brief second.

As if going through an existential crisis wasn't enough, he has to do it under the constant mocking of his archnemesis, Ke- Eddie.

Eddie, with his long curly and annoyingly gorgeous hair, who has a sense of style he would give all of his rollerblades for, and who's always there to notice whenever Steve makes a mistake.

Eddie even has his Barbie still by his side, cheerleader Barbie, and every time Steve sees them together he gets a sick feeling in his stomach, like a tummy ache. Doctor Barbie visited him a couple of times and found nothing wrong with him, he imagines he's a little jealous of Eddie for being with a Barbie.

Steve talks about this with Polyglot Barbie, his best friend, annoying her to death.

"Why are we talking about Ken, again?" she interrupts Steve's retelling of his last encounter with Eddie.

"It's Eddie" Steve corrects her.

"Right," she nods. She's very supportive of their silly-name-thing (how most Barbies call it), but she still has trouble remembering all the names, "why are we still talking about him?"

They're hanging out at the park, sitting under a tree, Barbie's leg on top of his, and they're holding hands. It's nice. Steve is happy to have a best friend like Barbie.

Steve looks up, meeting Eddie's gaze. He's sitting at one of the picnic tables not far away from them, doing nothing besides glaring at Steve.

Barbie squeezes his hand to get his attention back, and Steve looks away.

"Because he keeps tormenting me! he's even glaring at me right now, I'm gonna get stress wrinkles!" Steve finally replies, in a distressed tone.

"You're being dramatic," she says, matter-of-factly, "Eddie isn't so bad with you. You know, he kinda treats you like his Barbie."

If Steve had a beating heart, it probably would've stopped right at this second.

"What?"

"You know, he's always looking for you, he is always giddy whenever you give him a crumble of attention. He hangs out where you hang out... why do you think he's sitting all alone at a picnic table, just staring at you?"

"Maybe he's waiting for his girlfriend" he suggests.

"Are you talking about Cheerleader Barbie?" she giggles, "she's not his girlfriend, trust me."

"But he picks on me! all the time! Like this morning, I tripped and he made a comment about my legs!" He gestures at his legs with his free hand.

Barbie tilts her head to the side "you mean this morning at the beach when he held you in his arms for ten minutes to prevent you from falling and Barbie had to tell him to let you go?"

"… yeah” he manages to say. He hadn’t realized how long Eddie held him in his arms, he was upset about almost falling in front of him, but he also liked the feeling of his arms around him.

Everything feels different now.

Barbie's look softens "How does this make you feel?"

"I don't know" he answers, honestly "I just can't stop thinking about him."

A loud noise at their right startles them off of their conversation. They turn around to see Eddie lying on the floor, a trash can at his feet.

Steve doesn't give himself the time to realize that Eddie has probably heard their entire conversation and has tripped on that trash can because of it, he just rushes to Eddie's side to help him out.

Eddie stammers while Steve pulls him back up, not making much sense.

Steve is used to see Eddie as an intimidating guy, someone to compete with for Barbie’s attention. He never realized how much he liked to have Eddie’s attention instead, nor how he loved to give that attention back in equal amount.

“Nice legs” he tells him, repeating the same words Eddie told him that morning.

Eddie stops his incoherent stream of words when he hears him “what?”

“You heard me” Steve says.

“I did” Eddie admits. He pulls the trash can back up, to have an excuse to not look at Steve when he asks “you can’t stop thinking about me?”

For some reason, that’s the easiest question Steve has ever had to answer to “yes, I can’t.”

Eddie jolts back up startling Steve, the trash can falling out of his hands and hitting the ground once again.

“Cool” he says, using all of his willpower to hide his excitement by keeping a relaxed face, failing miserably.

“I guess” Steve grins. Knowing he has that effect on Eddie is making him the most confident he has ever felt in his life.

“So, since you can’t stop thinking about me…” Eddie repeats, in a tone that Steve would’ve mistaken for a mocking one until few hours ago “…we could hang out on the beach later. I’ll bring my guitar.”

“I’ll bring mine too then” Steve replies immediately.

Eddie panics “We can’t both have a guitar!”

Steve crosses his arms on his chest “who says that?”

Eddie opens and closes his mouth a couple of times then mutters, defeated, “fine.”

“Great!” Steve takes a step forward and gives Eddie a peck on his cheek “I’ll see you later.”

Eddie, who makes a face again trying to hide his excitement, nods and turns away “cool.”

He walks away slowly, towards the park’s exit. Right by the gate, he throws himself into an hedge. Steve can clearly hear him when he screams words along the lines of “FINALLY”, “I HAVE A DATE” and “SUBLIME”.

Steve turns to Robin who has witnessed the whole thing, while Eddie is still screaming random words from the bushes.

“I think I’m in love.”

#I’ve been wanting to write this since I saw the movie #but it never felt right #this is the best I could do lmao #in case it wasn’t clear I’m making fun of Steve for going from basic name to basic name lmao #I love him #I just think they’re neat #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve and eddie #steve x eddie #platonic stobin #barbie #Barbie au #Steddie au #steddie au Barbie

[strangersteddierthings]

I love Steddie enemies-to-lovers fics when it's completely one-sided.

Eddie foaming at the mouth hating Steve for daring to talk to his sheepies (never mind that Steve knew them first) and Steve's just like "Hi Munson! Hope the dragons and dungeons went well :) "

Alternatively, Steve who is filled with a seething anger every time he sees Eddie ruffle Dustin's hair, ready to bite his hand off, and Eddie's just like 'Sup Stevie. What's new with you?'

Just one of them being openly antagonistic and the other is oblivious )OR trying to ignore it because they just don't have the same anger for the other). Love the angst potential, and also the silliness of being like "that's my SWORN ENEMY" and the other guy's just like 'this is a guy I and my friends know. he's pretty prickly but we seem to like him anyway :)"

#steddie

[allyricas]

one of my favorite scenarios is when person a gets wasted and starts spilling secrets about how much they loooove and want person b

and its gotta be like... steve would usually keep his feelings pretty bottled up tight with a general air of aloof bitchiness. make em think you don't care right? but he is so head over heels for eddie that when he lets loose and gets too inebriated, he starts babbling all sorts of delicious things

eddie you're so pretty bambi it's not fair ugh i've got such a big, dumb crush on you pretty boy and ugh i just can't get you out of my mind i fucking dream about you like how am i having wet dreams as a full blown adult and i love your hands and your rings and your lips even love the nerdy shit you say wanna smell you, you always smell so good how do you do that? can i touch your hair?

and he'd be handsy and snuggly with no filter, so every mushy, horny thought that pops into his head, he says with no shame.

and eddie, who is usually pretty un-fucking-flappable, is bright red. he's sputtering and blushing, but enjoying every single minute of steve's drunken affection even if all of his friends are barely holding it together. robin would be literally laughing herself silly but trying to hide it.

steve would be so mortified the next morning as he remembers every single moment.

steve: robbie, i sniffed him. repeatedly. robin: you called him bambi. steve: it's his big, sexy doe eyes- oh my god i told him i have wet dreams about him. take me out and kill me old yeller style, i cannot go on. eddie, literally giddy with joy: you guys know i'm in here right? steve: oh my god, i will never emotionally recover from this. eddie: babe, i have a big, dumb crush on you too. the biggest actually. also, you were very, very cute last night. steve: i am always cute thank you very much. robin: oh god you two are going to be unbearable.

#steddie #i just love drunk shenanigans #i think steve would be a cutie drunk as long as it was with the right peeps