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[camilleflyingrotten]

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#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #communication #marriage #proposal #april fool's day #they’re stupid your Honor #comic #digital art #procreate #my art

[emarttt]

Just 2 dumbass druids who have waited 15 years before understanding how hard their heart stir for each other… (yeah, that’s THE slow burn, help)

If you liked this, stay tuned because I’m working on a little comic about them (and the other companions ofc) + I might make some character design about Thalia hehe

Hope you enjoyed ! ^^

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #halsin bg3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate halsin #halsin #bg3 halsin #bg3 tav #bg3 fanart #bg3 fanfiction #baldur’s gate 3 #halsin x tav #halsin silverbough #baldurs gate fanart #astarion #karlach #lae'zel #bg3 gale #bg3 wyll #shadowheart #they’re stupid your honor

[starrcrossrose]

More Villain Leo AU sketches (LeoSagi again bc they’re eating my brain)

They’re just fun to draw and write about.

Again, they are both adults in this AU between the ages of roughly 24/25-27/28 of the main plot. Their relationship is… complicated 💀😂

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt au #Villain Leo AU #V!Leo AU #LeoSagi #leoichi #sketches #doodles #Starrs Art #they’re stupid your honor #the dumbest #why do they even like each other? #well they’re physically attracted and that quickly snowballs #oops #I love these two idiots

[thedisc0panda]

#tes #skyrim #thedisc0panda plays videogames #skyrim incorrect quotes #aela the huntress #Vilkas #Farkas #they’re stupid your honor

[beetlebuggr]

some cyberpunk brainrot induced doodles :]

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v #johnny silverhand #my art #they’re stupid your honor #silly little guys

[tickles-tea]

Raijin days where Shizuo actually manages to catch up to Izaya and reaches out to grab him by the waist only for Izaya to fucking squeak

They both freeze before Shizuo catches on and goes ham tickling Izaya because there’s no way he’s missing this opportunity to give the flea hell 

Only Izaya is unexpectedly cute with his cheeks red and his head thrown back on the most adorable laughter Shizuo has ever heard 

And Shizuo just fucking short circuits and speed walks away without a word, leaving Izaya embarrassed, confused, and annoyed because shouldn’t he be the one running away??

In reality Shizuo just had a moment of gay panic and doesn’t know how to feel about it ahshsksk 

#They’re stupid your honor #durarara #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #shizaya #tickling #ticklish!izaya

[livesincerely]

how ‘bout you tell me what you really think

Also on Ao3

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In Jack’s defense, he’s running on maybe three hours of sleep.

Finals are kicking every square inch of his ass—he’s got a stats test in the morning, a presentation due on Thursday, and he still needs to add about eight pages to his Art History paper—and he’s been sitting hunched over the kitchen table for so long that his spine is threatening to mutiny.

He rubs at his aching shoulders, sits back in his chair, and when he lifts his head his eyes land on Davey, who‘s sitting across from him. He’s got his own pile of books strewn out in front of him, one knee tucked up against his chest as he scrolls on his laptop, sipping idly at a cup of coffee.

And it shouldn’t be more than a passing glance. Davey’s just sitting there, quietly minding his own business, except that he’s definitely wearing Jack’s old varsity soccer sweatshirt, the one that he still won’t admit to stealing even after all this time, the fabric thin and faded from too many washes, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows because otherwise they’ll start to slip over his hands and—

And he hasn’t bothered to do much more than finger comb his hair these past few days, a mess of curls falling across his forehead and tickling at the nape of his neck, fluffy and shiny and touchably soft and—

And even as Jack watches, he starts doing that thing—that dangerous, devastating thing—where he bites absentmindedly at his lip as he’s thinking, the flesh turning red and swollen between his teeth and—

And Jack is really, truly, sincerely at his wit’s fucking end when he opens his mouth and says, “For Christ’s sake, Dave, can you please stop being so brain-meltingly beautiful for, like, two goddamn seconds?”

Davey’s head jerks up, his expression slack with surprise.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Jack insists. He points an accusing finger in Davey’s direction, just for good measure. “I need you to keep that shit on lock for at least the next forty-eight hours, okay? I literally cannot think straight with you sitting there looking like that, and if I don't pass this final I’m gonna have to retake the whole class next semester.”

Davey blinks several times. “Jack, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“You!” Jack says. “You and your…” He gestures at Davey’s whole entire everything. “I know you can’t help it, Dave, honest, I do, but these fucking finals are already grinding what’s left my brain matter into paste. I genuinely do not have the mental capacity to handle a war on two fronts right now—“

A war on two fronts, Davey mouths to himself, bewildered. His eyes are enormous behind his glasses, because of course he just so happens to be wearing his glasses, of course he is, the tortoise shell frames making his eyes look even bluer than usual. It’s goddamn infuriating.

“—so can you please, for the sake of whatever’s left of my sanity, just not?“

“Are you…” Davey starts slowly, dazed disbelief dripping from every syllable. “Are you yelling at me for…?”

He doesn’t finish the question, trailing off into open air, and there’s something about the absolute astonishment etched into every line of his face that has Jack slingshotting right past fed up, boomeranging around embarrassed, and landing squarely back in righteously pissed off.

“Oh, don’t act so shocked,” Jack says, jutting his chin up as he leans forward. “Sittin’ there, looking at me with those big fuckin’ eyes. You, with your hair and your hands and your smile and your goddamn eyes. You know. You know.”

“Know what?”

“That you’re—“ He waves a hand, so many words trying to spill out of him at once that they get jammed in the back of his throat. “Stupidly pretty. Unfairly attractive. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Bonito, hermoso, guapísimo. Take your fuckin’ pick.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Davey asks, baffled—like he genuinely cannot fathom the possibility, even as he offers it up. “Since when?”

“Since—?” Jack splutters, derailed for a moment by sheer what-the-fuck-itis. “What’d’ya mean since when? Since always!”

“Uh, no,” Davey disagrees, still staring at him with those brilliant baby blues. “Pretty sure I would’ve remembered you ever saying anything like⁠—” He stops for a second, chewing anxiously at his lip, then asks, “You’re being serious? Like, you’re not fucking with me, right? Or is this some kind of finals-induced stress response? Actually, when’s the last time you got some sleep, Jackie?”

“I’m not fucking with you!” Jack snaps. “I mean, yeah, I haven’t really slept since Sunday, but that’s got nothin’ ta do with this⁠—”

Davey’s expression clears, the confused frown shifting into patient concern. “Jackie⁠—”

“⁠—And⁠ everythin’ ta do with the fact that you’re so fuckin’ attractive that it could almost drive me ta fuckin’ tears!” Jack continues, because if there was ever a hill to die on, it’s this one. “Literal tears, Dave, that’s how completely, batshit insane you make me feel on, like, a regular basis. And it’d be bad enough if I was only dealing with the supreme hotness that is David Jacobs by itself, but the fact that you’ve also got my heart in a vice really isn’t makin’ things any easier, obviously. I mean, if anythin’, you’re the one fuckin’ with me, when you know that I…”

By the time it starts to register, it’s already too late: that Davey’s mouth has fallen open, that his face has gone blank with shock, his arms wrapped around himself like he’s been kicked right in the gut.

“That.. I…”

Jack falters, then stops dead in his tracks, the blood draining from his face as he realizes.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

“I, uh… nevermind,” Jack manages to choke out, jolting to his feet. “I… It’s like you said before, I’m⁠— I’m stressed, I’m havin’ a mental break, I don’t know what I’m talkin’ about. It’s nothin’, it’s stupid, ignore me—”

“Jack,” Davey breathes.

“Honestly, forget I said anythin’. I jus’ need some sleep, need’ta get my head screwed on right⁠—”

“Jack,” Davey says again, rising out of his chair to mirror him, his voice caught somewhere between stern and tremulous.

Jack’s excuses peter out into nothing, his hands balled into nervous fists at his sides.

“Know that you what, Jack?” Davey asks, stepping closer.

Jack lets out a shaky exhale.

“Do we really gotta do this, Dave?” he whispers, defeated. “Do you really gotta make me say it?”

For a long moment, Davey doesn’t say anything. Then he whispers, ever so gently, “...Please?”

Jack’s heart pounds against his rib cage, his stomach twisted up in knots. “I love you,” he finally admits.

Davey sways on his feet, his mouth working soundlessly. “You… You’re joking.”

Jack can only look at him. “Davey.”

Davey swallows. “You never— Why didn’t you say something?”

“I thought it was obvious!” Jack says. “I thought…” He scoffs to himself, shaking his head. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter what I thought, since I’m obviously a fuckin’ idiot⁠—”

“You love me?” Davey asks, like he still can’t quite believe it. “You really think I’m⁠— That I’m beautiful, and⁠, and gorgeous, and you love me? You love me?”

Jack steels himself. Lifts his chin. Looks him right in the eye.

“You’re the light of my fucking life, cariño,” he says solemnly. “Of course I’m in love with you.”

Davey’s breath hitches in his throat, big blue eyes going impossibly wide. Then he steps forward and pulls him into a kiss⁠. It’s long and slow and sweet, the warm weight of him pressed to Jack’s chest, his lips plush and soft against Jack’s own.

It’s incredible. It’s everything.

“Davey,” Jack murmurs, wondrous, as they part. “You…?”

“I love you too, darling,” Davey says, his hand cupped around the nape of Jack’s neck, their foreheads just brushing. “I always have.”

It’s perfect.

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@dreams-and-bones

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@quynhorlose

#newsies #javid #Jack Kelly #David Jacobs #*editor's note #*the writing desk #*final cut #more accidental confession shenanigans #Jack has full-on lost his damn mind over how hot Davey is #they’re stupid your honor #I’m sorry for nothing

[thefanciestborrower]

Whoop here you go everyone, take this short unedited stream of conscious of Ben and James just being silly. It’s fluffy, it’s stupid, and I wrote it at 1:30am so have fun

“Come on James, please?” 

James groaned to himself, narrowing his eyes at the human flopped over the edge of his bed. Ben might have been his best friend and boyfriend, but right now he was really testing his patience. 

“Why, it’s not my fault you didn’t study.” He stretched his leg out to kick Ben off the bed, smirking a little at the resulting shriek and stream of swearing that stemmed from his boyfriend as he fell to the ground with a thump. A moment later a small hand gripped the corner of his sheets and Ben’s disgruntled face made an appearance. He huffed, hauling himself back up onto the bed with some effort and glaring at James the entire time. 

“But you still gotta help!” Ben all but whined. “I didn’t think I needed to study when I was literally dating a giant, but nooooo. You’d rather leave me to suffer and die.” 

Rolling his eyes at his boyfriend’s dumb antics James reached over and grabbed the back of Ben’s shirt, dragging him up towards the middle of his bed like a cat grabbing a kitten. “Alright alright, cut it with the theatrics. I’ll help. But on ONE condition.” He added, seeing the triumphant look in Ben’s eyes. “You actually have to study this time. No falling asleep and forgetting like you tend to do, alright?”

Ben’s rapid nodding earned another eye roll from James, but the mini giant grabbed him all the same. Positioning Ben’s hands in his own after making double sure Ben had grabbed his phone and turned the camera on, James opened his mouth and slid them inside, phone and all. As much as he hated having to do this because apparently Ben decided not to study, he couldn’t deny how good the human tasted. He was like roast chicken almost, with just a hint of spice. In any case it was a delicious flavor and James blushed as he felt drool beginning to run down his chin. And if the giggling coming from his current meal was anything to go on, his enjoyment was certainly not going unnoticed. 

Gulping strongly he pushed Ben’s head into his mouth and swallowed again, not willing to put up with any more teasing than he had to. No no, this was for educational purposes because SOMEONE conveniently forgot to study. He shouldn’t be enjoying himself, he should be teaching Ben a lesson. Still, that didn’t mean he could just ignore how good it felt to be eating someone either. And, well to be fair it was a known fact that giants enjoyed the taste of human, so maybe observing that could count for studying as well? In any case, he still was in a hurry to get Ben down and out of the way so he could get back to doing homework. 

One strong swallow later and more of the human slid into his mouth. His ribcage snapped and popped as it dislocated to allow his large meal passage, and while it sounded like it should be terribly painful, James simply shifted in place to get more comfortable. It didn’t hurt at all. Ben’s little hands were poking around inside his stomach now so he decided it was as about time he finished this. It didn’t take long to shove the rest of Ben’s lanky body down his throat and his stomach stretched easily around his living meal. Despite how easy it was to forget sometimes, giants really were made to eat humans. One last gulp and James reclined back in his bed, panting a little as his stomach swelled and wiggled under his hands. 

“Alright Ben,” James hiccuped, poking at his belly, “tell me you at least got a good video this time.” 

There was a sharp little movement from inside as Ben worked to do something with his phone, and a dark red flash appeared through James’s belly for a second before Ben called up. “Yep! All good here!” 

James rolled his eyes. “I swear if you just took a selfie-“

“What! It’s for educational purposes! And besides you know Prof loves it when I can get real internal pics for our presentations.” Ben argued, kicking the wall and throwing James off balance for a second. “Don’t worry though I really did get a good vid and I’ll label it in a second.” 

“Alright well, while you work on that how about it I break out the flash cards.”

Ben stiffened before letting out the most pitiful groan James had ever heard. “What? Already? Aw come on I just got here! We can wait a second before we start studying right? Just so I can get settled first you know?” 

James shook his head, leaning over to retrieve the cards from his bag slouched against the bed. “No! Last time I let you get settled you passed out and got absolutely nothing done at all. Now, first question.” 

Ben groaned dramatically as James began reading off the cards, but in the end he finally began to cooperate. Studying like this had been his idea after all, and besides, he really did need to pass this test. 

The more questions James read the more he realized Ben might have actually studied more than he let on and the whole pretense was just an excuse to get himself eaten, but that was alright. Excuses or no, he really did enjoy having his boyfriend inside. It was shaping up to be a long night, but it was okay. Long as they had each other, neither of them minded. 

#Vore writing #soft vore #safe vore #half size vore #willing pred #willing prey #oc ben #oc james #oc vore #they’re stupid your honor #stupid. but still in love #still figuring out how to write them so this might read a little weird but #it’s pretty fun to try and pin down their personalities

[angelpointe]

Ink and Error have tea parties every weekend , it’s like . The one day they’re both not absolutely destroying one another .

Ink set the ground rules which are basically just basic table manners , like not killing people at the table and No talking about killing people at the table !

Error hates the tea parties , but keeps attending anyways . He is a lonely , horrible man child ( and I love him dearly )

#headcanons #tea party #ink sans #error sans #ink and error #ink #error #undertale fandom #undertale #text post #they’re stupid your honor #both of them #and gay #but not for eachother #ink and error friends #friend supremacy #inkerror but friend? #they just have tea parties #I can tell

[kisasan]

Look I know that both Kacchan and Izuku can cook…but! I just know that their horny asses would set accidentally kitchen on fire…it doesn’t matter who is cooking because they absolutely would get distracted with each other and didn’t notice the food burning till the fire alarm starts going off

Just imagine Aizawa manically running to the dorm kitchen with fire extinguisher to put the fire out because of this two idiots!

#bkdk #bakudeku #someone please save Aizawa from bkdk #they’re stupid your honor #saveaizawa2022 #mha #bnha

[akiwitch]

Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag, @emelkae!

From Thanks for the Memories (Ghost Punch 5 don’t judge me)

“Well. Should we go up?”

“Should we?” Finnias’s eyebrows rose. “We both heard that.”

“Well…to be fair Arlo isn’t running up here so maybe we didn’t both hear what we thought we heard, or it was Arlo, and he just neglected to tell me that he was heading up, or…” She dug her phone out of her pocket. Arlo had texted her, but not to tell her he was on the fourth floor, just that he was checking the basement again.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention. “Okay. So. It wasn’t Arlo. Unless he’s wildly misunderstanding what a basement is.”

“I don’t think that’s the case,” Finnias said.

“I mean, he’s old, he could be senile, we don’t know.” She shoved her phone back into her pocket and squared her shoulders.

“He’s not that much older than you, Shay.”

“Shh, let me have this.” Shay waved at him.

(They’re discussing a loud creak they heard on the stairs)

I tag @kimurasato @kiraofthewind and anyone else who wants to!

#last line tag #ghost punch #thanks for the memories #they’re stupid your honor #aki writes

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

constantly laughing at how often the historians are claiming to be siblings with people who really look nothing alike. You’re telling me that Paul looks anything like Helen. That his daughter and barley look anything alike. Oh well it’s too late and nobody gets paid enough to think about it

#The historian #elizabeth kostova #the historian Elizabeth Kostova #They’re stupid your honor

[cucumbermoon]

In the very first scene of The Wire, Garak asks Bashir if he was up late “entertaining one of (his) lady friends.” Bashir explains that no, he was up really really late reading a boring book that he hated. Why did the important space station doctor deprive himself of sleep reading a terrible book that he didn’t like? Oh, because this guy he has lunch with likes it.

I want to point out that Garak’s question was obviously intended to serve as the official “No Homo” announcement for the ensuing (very homo) episode, as was obviously necessary for super gay episodes of tv in the 90’s. However, Julian’s response was so gay, I submit that it instantly Homo’d the No Homo.

#I’m sorry were you up late having heterosexual sex with women? #no I was reading your awful stupid book so that I could argue with you about it over lunch #they’re gay your honor #ds9 #star trek ds9 #st ds9 #star trek #elim garak #julian bashir #deep space nine #ds9 garak #ds9 the wire

[the-apology-dance]

I LIVE FOR BOOK AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY

Apparently in the book, Aziraphale and Crowley are implied to be a gay couple MANY TIMES.

A girl at Warlock’s birthday party calls Aziraphale a faggot.

Anathema automatically assumes that Crowley and Aziraphale are a gay couple after Crowley says “Goodnight miss. Get in, Angel.” to Aziraphale

Also, One scene I wish would’ve been acted out as it is in the book is when they both get shot with the paintball guns. How it happens in the book is Aziraphale ends up FALLING BACKWARDS INTO A RHODODENDRON BUSH and Crowley sinks down on a statue.

Crowley believes he is bleeding YELLOW and DYING and instead of, ya know, helping Aziraphale UP AS HIS ANGEL HAS JUST SAUNTERED VAGUELY DOWNWARDS INTO A BUSH, HE JUST CHOOSES TO CRAWL INTO THE BUSH AS WELL, BELIEVING SOMETHING IS SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH BIOLOGY. Aziraphale tells Crowley it hurt and it hit him under his ribs, which he brushes off TO ASK IF ANGELS BLEED BLUE.

Aziraphale proceeds to the same self examination as Crowley.

Crowley only figures out it is PAINT when he TASTES IT. They conclude it is PAINT.

6000 years on earth, and these idiots don’t know what a paintball gun is.

I LOVE THESE IDIOTS.

(EDIT: how did this post get so many likes???😆)

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #they’re idiots your honor #paintball scene #the stupidity #i don’t even know #they are made for each other #good omens book #the gay angel #this book is gay #this book is incredible #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #blinks slowly #i’m laughing so fucking hard #please read this

[thedisc0panda]

I love the fact they were friends at one point, it makes the mocking I hate you interactions so much funnier

#sotha sil #divayth fyr #tes #morrowind #skyrim incorrect quotes #Morrowind incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #they’re stupid your honor #they’re also gay your honor #the chaotic bisexual and his stylish demigod friend with benefits

[steddieas-shegoes]

There’s too much pressure on him.

He can’t fuck this up.

Eddie keeps looking at him, suspicious but not saying anything. Thank god.

Robin keeps giving him tiny pep talks when they manage to find a few seconds alone: “you got this” and “I promise he feels the same way” and “if you don’t do it now you’ll regret it forever.”

The last one isn’t so much a pep talk as a threat, but it still does the job.

He shakes his hands out, like he’s about to jump in the pool for a swim meet.

He bounces on his feet, slaps his arms like he’s warming up before taking the court for a must-win basketball game.

He looks and feels incredibly stupid and he’s certain that someone will see him acting like this and have questions. He just hopes it’s not Dustin. Or Max. Or Mike, Jesus Christ.

He sneaks away when the announcers give a five minute warning to the countdown. He needs a minute alone before he potentially ruins one of the best friendships he’s ever had besides Robin.

He hides in the bathroom, looks at his reflection in the mirror and tries to smile. He used to be so confident, used to be able to tell himself to make a move and make it successfully. But it used to not matter, not like this does.

No one has ever mattered the way Eddie does.

And fucking this up will ruin a lot more than just his friendship with Eddie; it’ll ruin the entire group’s dynamics.

No more hanging out at the arcade while the kids play, no more bringing snacks to game nights, no more adults only movie nights to make up for the shitty movies the kids make them watch during family movie nights.

No more getting high in Eddie’s bedroom while he plays his guitar, only trusting Steve to see how he still struggles with some chords because his fingers have more nerve damage than even the doctors know.

No more falling asleep on the couch while Eddie reads to him or tells him made up stories that turn into campaigns for the kids.

No more swimming in Steve’s pool after midnight, when Steve is scared, but wants to face his fears with Eddie by his side.

The bathroom door opening startles him from his morose thoughts, and he rushes to try to close it.

“Chill, man. Just me.”

Eddie.

“Sorry, must’ve zoned out.” Steve pretends to wipe his hands on the towel hanging by the sink. “All yours, man.”

Steve starts to leave when Eddie’s hand curls around his shoulder, tugs him back.

“You’ve been weird all night, Stevie. What’s goin’ on? Worried about having to see Nancy and Jonathan kiss?” Something’s off with Eddie’s voice towards the end, like he was going for teasing, but lost the effort halfway through the question.

Steve could hear a one minute warning from the other room.

His heart rate quickened.

“No. That’s not it.” Steve gulped. “I’m fine. Just worried.”

“I don’t think you need to worry.”

As if Eddie would know.

“I’ll just head out there-“

Eddie pushes him against the back of the bathroom door, hands on his chest and eyes boring into his.

“You were worried about kissing me, right? I didn’t imagine the way you avoided me all night and the way Robin kept poking me and looking at you anytime someone brought up kissing at midnight?” Eddie looks like he’s back in the boathouse, looks wild in a way Steve kind of loves, but probably needs to settle. “I haven’t imagined the way you look at me, have I? Like, the crush on you is probably out of hand, but I couldn’t have made up the way you always fall asleep on my shoulder when we try to stay up too late and your hand always finds mine and-“

Steve couldn’t take it. He could listen to Eddie spiral all night or he could just do what he was pretty sure they both wanted and just kiss him.

So he does.

He leans forward and kisses his lips, hopes that the way Eddie’s fingers curl against his chest doesn’t mean he’s about to push him away.

It’s short, and Steve’s hands are stuck at his side while he waits for a proper reaction from Eddie, who is frozen other than the fingers digging into Steve’s chest hairs somewhat painfully.

“Eddie?” He asks after a long silence.

“Steve, shut up. I might be in a coma still. Or those stupid bats got me and I’ve spent the last few months dreaming up a somewhat regular life.”

Steve smirked and placed his hands on top of Eddie’s, slowly unfurling the fingers and holding them in his.

“Eddie.”

This time, Eddie managed to look at him, and his shoulders fell as he seemed to catch on that he wasn’t dreaming or dead.

“Can I kiss you again or are you gonna panic?”

Eddie let out a strangled noise and nodded.

“I need a yes or a no, Eds,” Steve laughed.

“Yes. Please. Always yes. Kiss me for every single minute of 1987 if you want. Start and end the year kissing me. Kiss me until I-“

Steve shook his head, so stupidly fond of this man, and leaned in to kiss him again.

This time, Eddie managed to kiss him back, lips not as firm as they parted beneath Steve’s.

And this time when he pulled away, Eddie’s eyes slowly blinked open, and he was smiling.

“Can’t believe you did this on New Year’s Eve. How stereotypical. You’ve turned me into a stereotype. How could you do this? Stevie, I’m so ridiculously in love with you, but you really should’ve done this yesterday or something.”

“I love you, too.”

Eddie snapped his mouth shut, eyes going wide as his cheeks turned a bright red.

“I have really gotta learn to shut up. I blame Robin for the rambling.”

Steve’s hands wrapped around Eddie’s waist, pulling him closer as he kissed his forehead with a laugh.

“I think you had this problem way before you hung out with Robin.”

“How would you know, sunshine?” Eddie faked annoyance, but the term of endearment gave him away completely.

“I just know you pretty well. And I love you.”

“So you’ve said.”

“You have too.”

“I have, haven’t I?”

They both stared at each other in silence for a full minute before bursting into laughter.

Someone banged on the door as they rested their forehead against each other, laughing through another kiss.

“If you’re all done making out in there, some of us have been holding it since last year!” Max’s voice rang out.

“That joke doesn’t really mean anything when last year was two minutes ago, Maxine!” Eddie yelled back, not pulling away from Steve.

“I will use Steve’s bathroom if you don’t come out in five seconds!”

“God, please no.” Steve said as he pulled away and opened the door. “You suck so much.”

“Not as much as you apparently,” Max said back as she pushed past them and slammed the door.

“I didn’t even get to the sucking yet,” Eddie whined. “Why is she so mean?”

“She’s a teenage girl. They’re all like that.”

“Thank god I never liked them.”

“Never?”

“Steve, I was so busy trying to hide how hot I thought you were, I didn’t even notice girls.”

“Seriously?!” Steve laughed. “That must’ve been terrible for your image.”

“Yeah, well, now I think I’m the one terrible for your image, so I guess it worked out for me,” Eddie smirked, kissing Steve’s cheek.

“Very funny. Now back to the sucking thing…”

“Oh my god, I can hear you!” Max yelled from in the bathroom, causing Steve and Eddie to roll their eyes and laugh.

“That’s okay, we’ll just go upstairs, won’t we?” Eddie said loudly.

“Yep, I think that’s where we’ll be for the rest of the night!” Steve said back.

“Just go away!” Max yelled as the toilet flushed.

Steve did lead Eddie upstairs, and they definitely did intend on using a few minutes of privacy to their advantage, but were interrupted the moment Steve’s pants were unbuttoned.

Mike Wheeler would probably never recover from seeing Eddie’s lips on Steve’s neck, but maybe he’d at least learn to knock on doors before opening them.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #new years eve #new years kiss #getting together #first kiss #friends to lovers #they’re so stupid your honor #spoiler alert I yearn so hard on New Year’s Eve and for NOTHING #so I’m in my feelings and I’m gonna make it everyone’s problem