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steviesbicrisis · 2 years
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I can't believe I never thought about this but Eddie as Han Solo and Steve as Princess Leia would be??? So fucking cool?? What the fuck??
I can totally see Eddie being a cool smuggler who doesn’t give a fuck about anything but his ship and making good money until he gets involved into the Rebel Alliance by the most beautiful -but also feisty- Prince he has ever seen.
Prince Steve is different from the idea of Royalty that Eddie had in mind: he’s brave, compassionate, kind, and always puts his people before himself. He’s also a lovely pain in the ass.
Eddie hides his growing feelings behind the bickering they do on a daily basis because 1 there’s no way the Prince is interested in men and 2 even if he was, he would never pick a good-for-nothing scoundrel like him.
But the more he teases him, the more his convictions crumble: Steve always bites back but seems to enjoy it; he never lets him undermine his qualities ("we need you" "you have got what it takes" Eddie replays these moments in his head constantly); when he enters a room, he immediately feels Steve’s eyes on him; whenever he’s around, Steve finds an excuse to talk and follow him, even if it’s just to argue the whole time; when they fight, the tension in the air is so high he has to use all of his willpower to not push Steve against the wall and make him scream his name.
Eddie might have some insecurities but he has had enough experience with men in his life to understand what is going on between them. He had tried to make the Prince admit to it, but he never gave in. Eddie couldn't tell if it was out of pride, internalized homophobia, or worse if he was actually completely wrong and Steve had never taken any interest in him.
Now, as he’s being tied up and dragged God knows where by Empire scum, he regrets not making a move first. He should've told Steve how he felt ages ago, if only he wasn't such a coward.
Another thing he regrets? not punching his dear old smuggler "friend" the minute he had flirted with Steve, right in front of him.
Would've stopped him from betraying them? probably not, but he would've loved a small satisfaction.
He's scared shitless, but he doesn't want to give the enemy any pleasure. He also avoids Steve's intense stare until the last moment.
Once he does look, for the first time since he met him, Steve's thoughts and emotions are easy to read, like an open book: he has that regal stance he takes for important businesses and meetings, but he's clearly raging inside. He's barely keeping calm, waiting for Eddie to say anything, to ask for anything because he would do it, he realizes. He would fight each and every man of the Empire in that room just to save Eddie. And now Eddie knows.
So he doesn't ask, he leans in and kisses him, Steve kisses back immediately. Eddie would stay like this until his lungs beg for air, but he's forced back by two stormtroopers.
Now that he knows, he can't stop looking at Steve, he wants him to be the last thing he sees.
Steve realizes that Eddie won't let him do anything to save him, so he does the thing Eddie has always asked of him. He gives in.
«I love you,» he says, loud and clear.
«I know.»
Eddie smiles at him, then everything goes dark.
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atomic-chronoscaph · 1 year
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The Star Wars Holiday Special (1978)
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The Art Of Steve Rude
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thehauntedrocket · 1 year
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Luke And Leia
Art by Steve Rude
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There are only 5 things bringing me happiness right now. In no order of importance:
1. Steddie
2. Baby Princess Leia
3. Five, Diego, & Klaus Hargreeves
4. Lumax
5. Batfamily
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the-gershomite · 2 years
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Star Wars Tales #10 December 2001
“Trooper”
(11-19 of 19)
story by Garth Ennis
pencils by John McCrea
inks by Jimmy Palmiotti
colors by Brad Anderson
lettered by Steve Dutro
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Princess Leia by Steve Rude
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2t2r · 3 years
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Les incroyables portraits en touches de clavier de Doug Powell
Nouvel article publié sur 2tout2rien: https://www.2tout2rien.fr/les-incroyables-portraits-en-touches-de-clavier-de-doug-powell/
Les incroyables portraits en touches de clavier de Doug Powell
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histrionic-dragon · 2 months
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For those in the US wanting to do things as we gear up for the election, I recommend the Americans of Conscience Checklist. It updates every two weeks and you can sign up to get an email when it does. It's mostly about contacting officials and other key figures, though there's occasionally a task where you can donate, a reminder to check that you're registered to vote and know where your polling place is, or, like this week, a way to contact people affected by some tragedy or injustice.
If you do one or two a day you can get through them all well before the next one comes out. Or you can put aside fifteen minutes to do the top three.
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steviesbicrisis · 2 years
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Steddie Star Wars AU
part 1
For a long time, there was only cold and darkness.
Eddie couldn't feel anything but deadly cold all around him, it was impossible to tell how much time it had passed, if time had passed at all.
And then, suddenly, the freezing cold was gone, he was moving guided by someone who was talking to him, a robot guessing by their voice.
Eddie can't see anything, his vision full of grey and black spots.
«Who are you?» he asks, still trembling.
He hears a movement, shuffle of fabric, then a familiar voice, music for Eddie's ears «someone who loves you.»
«Steve» Eddie cries in relief, their lips meet halfway. One of the last things he remembers are those lips, but it still feels like it has passed too much time from that memory.
Once again his time with Steve is cut short, by Jabba the Hutt this time, and they get separated again.
What happens next is confusing in Eddie's mind, probably because of his time as a human icicle and his -hopefully temporary- blindness.
He's been tied up and moved around, at some point, when the grey and black point in his vision become more white-ish, Robin is next to him.
Even tho he can't see her, she feels different from his memories: more confident, serious, and powerful somehow. Whatever training she went to do, it worked really well.
A fight ensures, Eddie tries to keep up with it as well as he can, he didn't escape from the deadly cold to die at the hands of Jabba. In the end, Robin saves the day like the good hero she always had been.
When it's time to leave the planet, Eddie's vision is almost back, everything is blurry but he can tell colors, light, and silhouettes. He hears Steve pleading Robin to stay, sees their figures get close, and admittedly it stings, Steve had always treated Robin with more affection than him. Robin still decides to go, and Eddie can't help but feel a little relieved.
He completely forgets about it one hour later, when his vision is back.
He's sitting on one of the ship's couches, Steve is a few steps ahead of him, giving orders and discussing the route to take with the crew, when his eyes do focus.
His heart drops.
Steve's outfit -can you even call two pieces of fabric an outfit?? Eddie thinks, panicked- consists of two pieces of red fabric covering just his ass and crotch, connected by a thin chain that wraps around his waist, leaving his sides completely bare. And everything else is also bare. And he has a collar with a chain dangling on his chest.
Steve. Almost naked. With a collar and a chain.
Eddie feels extremely bad about his impure thoughts, Steve had just been kidnapped and forced into that outfit just to save him and- shit, Steve also has sexy chest hair.
Eddie wants to go back being a human icicle.
And then he realizes, he isn't the only one able to see half naked chained up sexy Steve. They're right next to the plank, there are a lot of people going around the ship and, despite being serious workers, some of them can't help but stare at the Prince, blush, or giggle.
Eddie hates it, but can he really blame them? He isn't in a better state than any of them.
When three passing recruits greet him with a "good evening, Prince" and giggle at Steve's very flirtatious "good evening to you", Eddie decides he's had enough.
He gets up from the couch, takes off his brown vest (wishing for once to have something more covering like a snow coat), and throws it at Steve.
«For your modesty, Prince» he huffs, sounding extremely annoyed. Which he is.
Steve catches the vest and gives him a knowingly smirk «thank you, general.»
He knows what he's doing to him, Eddie realizes, and he wishes to hate him but it actually makes him love Steve a little more.
He can do nothing but turn back on the couch, wait and rest. Despite Steve putting on a show, he's also doing his duty and Eddie doesn't want to interrupt.
He stays there for hours to watch over him, using the recovery as an excuse, and he gets the chance of a private conversation only at supper.
Steve hushes everyone around to go get their food and take a break, then walks to Eddie.
«So, are you hungry?» he asks, no emotion in his tone. Eddie, however, has recently learned how to read him, so the cold attitude doesn’t faze him.
«Yes,» he replies before grabbing the chain and yanking him down, Steve yelps in surprise but doesn't get to say more because Eddie's lips are over his.
Like their previous kisses, this one is rushed even if for very different reasons. Steve has placed his hands on the side of Eddie's head to avoid crushing him, Eddie still has the chain in his hand, exploring every inch of Steve's bare skin with the other, and there's a lot.
Steve leans back «are you sure you're not tired? maybe you need more rest.»
«I'm only tired of waiting for you to finish your little show» he grunts, still annoyed.
«You seemed to enjoy it.»
«Yeah, and I wasn't the only one. You walking around practically naked,» Eddie puts his wondering hand on his lower back and pushes him down, Steve falls entirely on him. They feel each other's hard-on and Steve groans at the contact.
«Fuck, let's go to my room» the prince says, hushed voice.
«Why? I thought you enjoyed putting on a show. I bet you love that anyone could walk in now and see you like this» he whispers in his ear.
Eddie is used to strong and fierce Steve, the stoic prince, the one who never asks, always orders and demands.
«Eddie, please» he moans, rocking his hips against him. He's getting desperate, Eddie growls at the idea of being the only one who gets to see him like this.
He frees Steve from his embrace after pulling the chain a little just to annoy him.
Eddie's clothes are a mess, but nothing compared to Steve, his perfect hair all ruined and his clothes doing a poor job at hiding his hardness.
Eddie takes Steve by his hand and leads the way, ready to shield him in case they meet someone from the crew.
Thankfully it's still supper time and they're able to reach Steve's cabin without encountering one single soul.
As soon as Steve closes the door behind him, Eddie grips the chain once again and pulls Steve toward the bed, walking backward.
He lies down on the bed, bringing Steve on top of him.
«You love this, don't you?» Steve gestures at the chain in Eddie's hand.
«You have no idea» Eddie smile mischievously, pulling him down for a kiss.
Without breaking the kiss, Eddie takes his vest off of Steve, making him chuckle «what about my modesty, general?»
It shouldn't surprise Eddie, but having sex with Steve is just like this: with laughter, which somehow never makes it awkward or unsexy; with a lot of teasing, because that's how they communicate; rushed, because they both waited too long; and tender, because they've never loved anyone like they love the other.
Later, when they're laying in bed and Eddie's figuring out how to free him from the collar, Steve is staring at him, intensely.
«I love you» he whispers.
Eddie can't help but say «I know.»
Steve scoffs and pushes him off of him, but he's smiling. Eddie's heart skips a bit.
One day, they both have no doubt, he will drop the teasing and say it back.
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marriedtobigfoot · 1 year
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Steve Harrington who likes Star Wars, but will never admit that a lot of it is fuzzy because he was recovering from a god-awful concussion when Dustin forced him to watch all 3 movies.
Steve Harrington who understands some of the references, but gets completely lost other times.
Steve Harrington who tells Eddie he loves him for the first time and is a little heartbroken when Eddie doesn't say it back. When Eddie responds with a smile and "I know".
Steve Harrington who spends weeks thinking Eddie isn't ready to say it back, and that's okay. It's not a big deal, really. It's fine. And Eddie probably doesn't notice when Steve pulls away a little bit. Just in case. Just to be safe, if Eddie decides he's never gonna be ready to say it back.
Steve Harrington who Eddie absolutely notices pulling away. Who Eddie arranges a movie night for, a Star Wars marathon, because he knows Steve likes them, and he desperately wants to fix whatever is wrong.
Steve Harrington who watches Princess Leia tell Han Solo she loves him, and hears Han say "I know" in response. Who tears up when he realizes Eddie did say I love you back to him. Who kisses Eddie Munson senseless and misses the rest of the movie.
Steve Harrington who changes his favorite Star Wars movie from the one with the teddy bears to Empire Strikes Back, but never explains to anyone why it changed.
Steve Harrington who says "I know" when Eddie Munson tells him he loves him for the first time.
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lavendermunson · 4 months
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red velvet - steve harrington
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day 8 of leia's christmas tree farm
cw +18. a very drunk softie steve. steve's dad deserves his own warning. FLUFF FLUFF. some allusions to sex?. steve is head over heels. no use of y/n or body descriptions.
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This always happens. Steve is too nervous to meet his dad at his annual Christmas celebration at someone else's big mansion. This isn't the first time you tag along, you have been doing this for a while not wanting to leave Steve alone with the people who torment him the most.
"I think that's enough" You take the cup of wine from his hand, his hair is starting to look disheveled and his pupils are already dilated. "You need to drive me home!" 
"I'm sorry, you know this is how I cope with my anxiety!" he slurs his words, shaking his head as his vision gets blurry.
Every time he was with his dad, he needed to be drunk enough to let his hurtful words fly away from him. Mr. Harrington had a special gift, where all of his words cut deep into Steve's heart, tormenting his mind for a long time, not just the moment he was talking. 
"We should go, everyone else is leaving. You can sober up in the car, let's go" you say, your arms traveling to his back to push him off the stool he was sitting on. He wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a peck on your cheek and making an effort to stand by himself to get going.
You help him walk to the car, waving to his parents goodbye and pretending he was still sober. He wasn't. 
Both of you sit in the back of his BMW, he parked as far away as possible to have some peace of mind when he arrived. Good thing he did, it's been a while since he has been sitting beside you. Eyes closed, shaky breath and his arms around you.
His wandering hands caress your waist, his fingers work to unzip your dress and his large palm finds your back, cold and soft hands in contact with your skin giving you goosebumps.
"You always make me feel so safe, baby" his head lifts from your shoulder, Steve's beautiful brown eyes lock with yours and you can see the happiness that shines in them. You mirror his emotions, rubbing his thigh.
"I'm always here for you, you know that baby" you whisper.
He looks at you, still rubbing your back with his gentle hands. He admires your features, the way your eyelashes make your eyes look bigger. The way the tip of your nose always looks so kissable, your lips always in a perfect shade of red. Your signature red lipstick that he buys for you anytime you need it.
He feels the warmth of your skin in contact with his hands, the way you melt against his touch as if it's the first time he is doing it. His mind wanders back to that night he made love to you for the first time, taking care of you and wanting you to feel good. 
But right now he feels at peace, his head is dizzy and the taste of wine is still present on his tongue. The bubbly feeling on his chest, he isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol or you. The only thing he knows, it’s that he is too drunk to start playing with you, as you once said you are his little toy.
This time, in his car under the moonlight, the bright lamp of the street and the windows fogged, the only thing he can focus on is how much he loves you. On how much his heart beats for you, every pump of blood is dedicated to you because he is here for you.
To take care of you, to listen to you, to take you home and make breakfast when you stay at his house. Steve's heart is entirely yours, he gave it to you without a single doubt. Because in a world full of people who enjoy stabbing him in the back, you are here to remind him the only thing that matters is how much he has grown into the beautiful and sweet boy he is now.
"You make me so happy, princess. You have no idea"
You smile at him, his puppy face and glassy eyes make you pout. You hold his face in your hands, his eyes close involuntarily as he feels your lips pressing over his face. You leave pecks all around his cheeks, trying to kiss every one of his freckles and moles. You kiss the tip of his nose and laugh as he scrunches his nose feeling the tingles. You kiss his forehead like you always do before falling asleep. 
When you try to leave a peck on his lips he throws his head back and sticks his tongue out like a little kid. You giggle, admiring the marks of lipstick on his face, the tattoo of your red lips decorating his pretty face.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Don't move, Stevie!"
You look for your bag, taking the polaroid camera out and holding it in front of him.
"Smile!"
Steve smiles, and when the camera clicks the picture slowly reveals itself. You show it to him and he laughs, loving how the marks are all over his face. 
"I think I'm going to get this tattooed, Eddie does tattoos right?"
"Baby, you can't get tattoos on your face!"
"But look how cute I am! All marked up by my princess" 
When you can't seem to stop giggling, Steve leans in, pressing his lips against yours to kiss you. His kiss is soft, like the silky duvet you sleep in. He takes his time to feel your lips against him, you let out a moan when his body presses against you. 
With your hands wrapped against his biceps, squeezing his arms with your fingers. One of his hands travels from your back to your cheek to hold you in place while his tongue makes its way past your lips to brush yours, he groans over the kiss feeling the vibration in your mouth.
You enjoy how his tongue presses against yours, you moan again savoring his taste. Wine, cigarettes, and a hint of his favorite cake red velvet. The one you always bake for him on his birthday.
Both of you break away from the kiss, lips red thanks to your lipstick and glossy from the mixing of the saliva. Hair messy and disheveled, your heavy chests and pounding hearts are the cherry on top.
"What's the name of your lipstick?" he asks, thumb caressing your cheek as you lean your face to the side. 
"Red velvet. Why?"
"Same as the cake you made for my birthday!" he smiles.
"Yes, I'll make that cake for you for the rest of my life" you bump his nose lightly with the tip of your finger earning a giggle from him.
"And I'll buy that lipstick for you for the rest of my life"
Now that he is sober, he can take you home. When you ask him to stay, he will say yes to wake you up with kisses and make you breakfast. For the rest of your lives too.
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apomaro-mellow · 3 months
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Hear me out- the steve is confused by eddies references bingo, but its because eddie is wrong. I think people forget Steve knows star wars (as evident by the harrington/ henderson handshake), and I think it would be a cool subversion of the trope. I think Steve would know a lot and eddie would not be expecting Sports Star Harrington of all people to check him on his shit, so steve being confused when he gets something wrong that seems "glaringly obvious" but is actually some niche nerd trivia would be funny.
It was Steve, Robin, Eddie, and Dustin hanging out in the backroom of Family Video. It was nearing the end of Robin and Steve's shifts on a Wednesday, their slowest day. So they were hiding out here until the clock ran out. Steve was once again defending the ewoks as necessary to the narrative of Return of the Jedi. Eddie was an ewok-hater. Dustin was on the fence. Robin was of no opinion.
Switching gears, Steve decided to voice something else.
"You know what I don't get? Why is it that Obi-wan never considered that Leia could be a jedi?"
Eddie raised a brow. "Why would Obi-wan think for a second that Leia could be a jedi?"
"Why not?", Robin raised a brow. She didn't have a single horse in the race but was ever an instigator.
Eddie held his hands up. "I'm all for ra-ra feminism, that ain't the issue here."
"Then what is?", Steve asked. "Why can't Leia be just as good of a jedi as Luke? And why was it like Obi-wan just...it was like it never even occurred to him."
"Well why would it?", Dustin asked. "Luke's the hero, so of course it's his job to be the jedi and save the galaxy. Leia is just the chick. No offense Robin."
"Um, all offense taken", Robin tossed a Raisinet at him.
"I'd like Stevie here to explain his position", Eddie gestured a hand to Steve.
"So like, Obi-wan knew who Luke's father was, right?", Steve started. "That means this whole time, he must've known that Leia was his sister. Like literally from the beginning when this princess is sending him a message. So why is it that when he and Yoda are having their whole talk when Luke goes to save them he's like 'Luke is our only hope' and Yoda has to remind him there's another? Obi-wan should've already known Leia was related to Luke and thus Vader and that she could be the galaxy's hope too."
Dustin's jaw went to the floor. "Did you just-"
"Robin, Dustin, you need to leave the room", Eddie said, unbuckling his pants.
Steddie bingo under the cut
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months
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A/N: a trans person introduced themselves to me like this once and I wish I could find them again because it was fucking awesome.
When Argyle moves to Hawkins, he brings a lot of model trains with them. Something Steve and Eddie noticed when he moved to Hawkins.
Eddie: You've got a lot of trains, man.
Argyle: I'm trainsgender. Get it? Because I'm on a journey. I'm also transgender and I love trains.
Eddie and Steve: We love you.
Argyle: I know. *starts to smoke weed*
Steve: Did he just Han Solo us?
Eddie: Well, he did start getting stoned, so I think so. I mean, I know it was Carbonite, but still. . .
Steve: You know that makes us Princess Leia, right?
Eddie: *sighs dreamily* I know.
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the-gershomite · 7 months
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Star Wars Tales #11 -March, 2002-
"The Princess Leia Diaries"
story by Jason Hall
art by Chris Brunner
colors by Dave Nestelle
letters by Steve Dutro
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