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steadilyromantic · 2 years
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dustin finding out that eddie and steve are dating and being supportive!! definitely supportive because two of his favorite people are dating and that’s awesome. but he’s also confused because, like, isn’t steve into girls? confused as he may be, he’s going to support his friends completely.
dustin spotting eddie kissing billy hargrove at eddie’s table in the woods by the school. all dustin wanted was lunch with one of his best friends, and instead he got served a steaming plate of betrayal. how was he going to tell steve that not only was his boyfriend cheating on him, he was also doing it with a total douche!? (no matter how many times max and lucas claim that billy ‘changed’ and that he ‘apologized’, dustin wasn’t convinced. he saw what hargrove did to steve with the plate, he was loyal to steve. unlike some people, appearently.)
dustin mustering up the courage to break the news to steve the next night, preparing himself to see his best friend’s heart break. biking all the way to steve’s house just to see steve and billy kissing in the front doorway. he’s frozen in shock as he watches billy pull away, say something to make steve grin a stupid, dopey grin, and saunter over to his camaro to drive away obnoxiously. dustin gets more exercise in power-biking the rest of the way to steve’s house than he did in a semester of P.E.
dustin yelling at steve for cheating on eddie, yelling that eddie was cheating on him as well, and that they were doing it with the same person! dustin doesn’t know wether to be mad at steve or eddie, and decides to be maddest at billy ‘cause fuck that homewrecker. when he finally stops talking to take a breath he’s overwhelmed and upset but also confused because, of all the emotions he expected to see on steve’s face after his rant, amusement was not one of them.
dustin being sat down and laughed at told that no, steve wasn’t cheating on eddie, and no, eddie wasn’t cheating on him. dustin grasping onto the general idea of billy’s relationship with steve and eddie quickly, and only being upset because they chose to do it with billy hargrove. steve just laughing at him some more.
or, tl;dr dustin discovers the concept of polyamory
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bigskyandthecoldgun · 6 months
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steve having a cat that refuses to be touched by anyone but him (it tolerates robin by extension ofc bc it has accepted the reality that they’re a package deal), and eddie gets warned by the entire party that steve’s cat hates people who aren’t steve or robin. eddie’s fully prepared to get scratched the fuck up, but the cat’s almost as friendly with him as it is with steve. huh. weird.
meanwhile, steve’s poor cat is trying to figure out a way to get its owner to stop being so sad all the time, and when one of the strange people he spends time with makes steve smile, the cat is determined to keep him around at all costs.
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dreamofbecoming · 1 year
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listen i know we all love steve “completely ignorant of queer culture to the point that bisexuality is a surprise” harrington being roasted and educated in turns by robin and eddie, yadda yadda, good stuff. i read “they made a horror version of rocky?” in a fic recently and cackled. also a big fan of “he knew he was bi from the start and just never talked about it” as a trope, love it excellent well done
but what about steve who realizes after starcourt that the most important person in his life now has this thing that’s a major part of her life that he knows nothing about, and what if he fucks it up? what if he says something ignorant or rude by accident, and hurts her? what if he loses her because he didn’t know the right thing to say? what if he can’t keep her safe because he doesn’t know what to look out for? absolutely fucking not, this steve says
and listen she’d never say anything, because she can tell that he can tell how much she likes teasing him and teaching him things, so he plays dumb, and she thinks it’s very sweet. but she notices when the zines she keeps under her bed that she buys at that one secret bookshop in indy when she can sneak away on family trips start going missing, always one at a time, and replaced in a few days with another disappearing. and she finds the new ones he must have gone to buy the weekend she was at her aunt’s house hidden in the back of his closet when she goes to steal one of his sweaters. and she notices when he slips more of her queerer movie recommendations into his personal take home pile rather than the movie night stack when he thinks she’s not looking.
she doesn’t notice when he drives to indianapolis after she tries to explain to him why she can’t just ask out a cute girl, tries to impress on him the fear attached to every moment of attraction that he simply has never had to feel, but later she finds a crumpled receipt from a diner in one of his jacket pockets when she’s looking for his keys, and the address is across the street from the bar the gorgeous woman at the bookstore told her about, the one she memorized the address of but hasn’t worked up the guts to think about visiting, and she knows he must have gone looking for a place like that, must have been trying to understand, must have been scoping it out to make sure it was somewhere she could feel safe, after she told him she never had.
so when eddie nearly pops a blood vessel when they clock each other and she mentions that steve is the only person she’s ever come out to before, her hackles come up. because she gets it, she does, he’s only known king steve until recently, so it makes sense that he would be afraid, be concerned for her safety.
but steve is her person, and no one- no one- has ever made her feel as protected or as cared for as he does. no one has ever tried as hard to understand her, no one has ever put so much work into making her feel safe and seen and loved. and she thinks maybe even if no one else ever does, that’s ok. because she has steve, and more importantly steve has her, and that means no one gets to question his ally credentials in her presence without a dressing down to remember, no matter how well they mean or how recently they helped save the world.
(and maybe she’s not as surprised as she could be when he figures out bisexuality all on his own, because she’s been reading all the same pamphlets he has, after all. and she’s seen the way he looks at eddie, i mean come on. maybe no one else has noticed, but then, nobody knows steve harrington like she does.)
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kedreeva · 2 years
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Dustin, imitating his role model.
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morganbritton132 · 9 months
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Pleaseeee I need the live stream audience’s (and their fbi agent) reaction to Steve pulling the nail bat out to defend Ozzy’s honour. The series is so amazing thank you for giving it to us!
Considering the fact that Eddie got Steve to sit down on the bed, kissed his forehead, and then left Steve, Ozzy, and the live-stream to go ‘talk’ to Dan, the unanimous reaction among the chat was, what the actual fuck.
Steve, mindless to the live-stream, flops back on the bed with a loud sigh and doesn’t even complain when Ozzy, still wet from what little time he had in his pool, jumps up on the bed next to him. Steve ruffles Ozzy’s wet fur and tells him, “You deserve nice things, buddy. If an asshole breaks your things, you have every right to break their face. That’s justice, right?”
Ozzy puts his paw on Steve’s chest and Steve nods, “You get me.”
Meanwhile, the chat is blowing up with people being like ‘adorable’ and ‘cute’ and ‘I wish he’d pet me like that’ while other people who aren’t incurably horny are just like, ‘are we going to talk about the bat? Why the fuck does that thing exist? Why does it look used? Why is it being wielded by a middle school teacher with fucking ease???’
“He’s a jock,” Eddie answers. “Of course, he has a bat. All jocks have bats.”
‘NOT WITH NAILS IN IT’ The chat explodes.
“Home security?” Eddie tries with a shrug. “I’ve been trying to get him to GET RID OF IT for decades now.”
Steve doesn’t even lift his head when he says, “I got rid of my axe.”
“You had your axe taken away from you,” Eddie replies because that was true. After the gates were officially closed, the government confiscated everything that so much as breathed in the direction of the Upside Down. Both Steve’s axe and Eddie’s sweetheart were taken.
The only reason the nail bat survived was because the government didn’t know it existed.
A couple days later when half his live-stream chats are still filled with people being like ‘why was he so comfortable holding it?’ and ‘this is a prop from a music video, right?’ and ‘please answer or I’m going to actually die,’ Eddie does provide an answer. He says, “Try googling Hawkins, Indiana. I think that’ll answer all of your questions.”
It does not.
It actually asks a lot more questions.
The introduction of the somewhat-alluded-to-before nail bat to the Steddie Conspiracy Forums causes absolute chaos. No one can agree on anything. It validates so many theories and creates dozens more especially when Steve lets it slip in the background of another live-stream that Jonathan actually made the bat and Steve just never gave it back.
Meanwhile, the only benefit to Steve’s particular brand of shitty parents is that he learned how to girlboss gaslight gatekeep from absolute pros. Anytime one of his students asks him about the nail bat, Steve acts like he has no idea what they’re talking about. He has literally never heard of such a thing, “Like the animal? Their fingernails?”
As for their agent.
Their reaction was heard across all the office cubicles in the basement of the building. Just a loud, disbelieving, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”
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longlivesteddie · 10 months
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tw: omegaverse, omega Steve, alpha Eddie
Steve's an omega. Omegas can't really get “fancy” jobs. So he ends up as a cleaner. He loves it. Loves seeing the before and after. And the best of it all is that he doesn't have any anxiety from the job.
He's called to clean a man's house who had an accident and can't clean after himself until he gets better and it's been several weeks and the house is dirty.
The alpha that lives there is called Eddie and he is super embarrassed. Steve assures him, that there's nothing to be embarrassed about. And he goes to clean. Eddie keeps him company in the bedroom, because that's where he's lying in bed. He never shuts up. Even when Steve can see the pain in his eyes and behind his smile.
There's a lot of take out boxes and just overall mess, but Steve definitely saw worse. It still takes him 8 hours to get the flat clean, but the result is so worth it. He even manages to do some laundry.
Steve leaves feeling accomplished and happy. 
It’s days later and he can't stop thinking about Eddie. The alpha is funny and kind and he tells good stories and Steve wonders whether he's getting enough food and if his place is clean or not.
A week later Eddie calls him again asking for another cleaning. 
Steve's excited. He even cooks lasagne and takes two portions with him to feed Eddie.
The flat doesn't need much this time. Just some bathroom cleaning, laundry and wiping down the floors and counters.
Eddie's really grateful for the meal. He's complimenting it the whole time he's eating it.
Steve's heart is full, providing food for Eddie makes his chest warm. His inner omega chirping.
Eddie's doing better now, walking around slowly and Steve's a bit sad he won't see him again. It truly seems like there won't be another need for a cleaning next week.
A few weeks later Steve's in a grocery store stocking up on some supplies. When a familiar voice calls to him.
It's Eddie. He looks and smells amazing. Steve can't help but smile. Eddie opens his arms and Steve gladly accepts the hug.
Eddie immediately inviting him over, talking about some pups that are supposed to stop by for a few hours to play DND, but that he’s free after. He has stars in his eyes even more so when Steve says he knows what DND is.
Steve accepts the invitation. Says he needs to drive his pups somewhere and then come for them but he’ll be there right when he can.
Just need them falling head over heels for each other.
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unfinishedslurs · 1 year
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prank gone wrong (viral!) (steddie)
Eddie’s been someone’s dirty little secret before.
He’s got a type, okay? Unfortunately hot jocks are often the type of asshole to get sucked off behind the bleacher and then turn around and spit in his face about it. Going right back to their friends to talk shit about what a freak Eddie is, never mind the fact that his mouth still tastes like their nasty fucking jizz. He’s used to it by now. Used to people who pretend they barely know each other. He’s not asking they parade their relationship for the whole town to see, just someone who doesn’t pretend they’re strangers. Is that too much to ask? 
He’s so fucking stupid. He really thought this time would be different.
Steve Harrington barreled into his life like a goddamn train and Eddie’s been derailed ever since.
The first time he met Steve he was six. Eddie still lived with his mom, and she took him to the park, where he met a little boy who wrinkled his nose and told him he smelled bad. Steve does not remember this, and turned red with mortification the first time Eddie told him
After that incredible hit to baby Eddie’s self-esteem, they didn’t interact much, existing on the periphery of each others lives. He figured it didn’t matter. Harrington was a year under him, and a douche besides. Was ready to leave town from the moment he learned to walk. As soon as he graduated, he could finally get the hell out of this place and never think about the assholes he went to school with again.
His mom leaves. His dad gets arrested. He moves in with his Uncle Wayne, who only has one bedroom in his trailer and won’t take no for an answer when he gives it to Eddie. 
Eddie doesn’t graduate.
(Harrington comes back to school different after Byers beats him up. Eddie doesn’t notice. He’s got bigger things to worry about.)
They don’t talk in Eddie’s second run of senior year either. He hears the gossip, sees him come to school with stitches in his forehead and no girlfriend. Still, it’s none of his damn business. He rolls his eyes at the rumors and stays far away from Billy Hargrove.
Steve Harrington graduates. Eddie doesn’t.
And this is where his careful distance falls apart.
It’s the mall’s fault of course. What isn’t? Businesses closing down, rent going up, his resolve crumbling. All over some fucking ice cream. God, Eddie should have just turned around. Left the store and the mall and the entire damn town behind. 
He’s aware he’s being melodramatic, but in his defense he’s queer in Indiana. He has a right to be. 
Anyways, the point is that Eddie saw Harrington’s little blue shorts and red lips and cannot be held responsible for what happened after. 
(They fucked. That’s what happened. They fucked, and kept fucking, and then after the mall burned down Steve showed up on his doorstep with suspiciously placed bruises and his coworker and looked at Eddie with pleading eyes. He didn’t even bring Robin home to her parents like a sensible person, just insisted on having her there because they were a package deal now and couldn’t be separated. Like puppies, Robin said when he looked at her. Last he checked, she wanted to bite Steve’s head off, and now they were attached at the hip?
He got used to it quickly. He had to. She comes on half their dates. Steve’s lucky he’s so cute.)
Now, nearly five months after Steve served him ice cream for the first time, he feels his heart shatter in the Hawkins High parking lot. 
“Harrington,” Dustin shouts, and it carries across the empty lot. Steve’s head jerks up and he waves, Robin standing beside him. “Steve, c’mere!”
Steve tilts his head. “What?”
“Come. Here.” Dustin repeats, enunciating clearly. Mike and Lucas look at him like he’s insane. So do Gareth, Jeff, and Chuck. 
Steve, who is standing a mere 20 feet away, turns to Robin and says something that makes her snort. Eddie can practically hear his bitchy murmur. 
“Is that Harrington’s girlfriend?” He hears Gareth ask. He has to swallow his laughter. 
“Yes,” Dustin says.
“No,” Mike corrects. 
“He won’t admit anything, but he always has a bunch of hickies and stuff after hanging out with her,” Lucas clarifies, because half the time when Steve says he’s hanging out with Robin he's actually with Eddie. The fact that Robin is usually still there is irrelevant. Marking up his boyfriend is one of his favorite pastimes. He refuses to let his boyfriend’s “soulmate” get in the way just because she refuses to sleep in one of the Harrington’s fancy guest rooms like a normal person unless he kicks her out. The way they both pout at him for it is fucking ridiculous. He ends up giving in half the time, and then lies awake and cold on the very edge of the bed because Robin starfishes her way across the rest and Steve is a blanket hog. 
The first time he tried giving Steve a hickey as some kind of dominance move for privacy, Robin stared him dead in the eye and didn’t back down. 
“I can do that too,” she said, and promptly bit Steve on the shoulder. Steve, who was shirtless and already slightly dazed from Eddie’s ministrations, let out an honest to God squeak. Like a dog toy. Eddie and Robin both stared at him before breaking into loud cackles that had a blushing Steve yelling at them before finally burrowing under the covers and refusing to come out. Needless to say, Eddie didn’t get laid that night. 
“Harring-ton,” Dustin whines. 
“I’m literally right here. You come here.”
He did, if only to grab Steve by the wrist and drag him to where everyone else was standing. Steve squawks. “When we’re late for dinner with Ma, I’m telling her it was your fault—“
“I want you to meet everyone!”
“I went to school with them!”
“Yeah, but they think you’re still a dick,” he says, as if they’re not standing right there. Steve is similarly engrossed in their conversation, not even noticing that Dustin’s stopped walking. 
“They can think whatever—“ he walks right into Eddie and lets out a startled oof. Eddie, who let it happen, catches him as he flails. 
“Well hello to you too,” he says, not bothering to hide his amusement. 
Steve looks at him with wide eyes, gaze dropping down to his lips before whirling around and snapping, “Henderson!”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“I didn’t do anything,” Lucas mimics under his breath, ducking behind Steve when Dustin turns around with the fury of a thousand suns in his eyes. 
He just stands there, hands on his hips as the kids bicker around him. 
“Oh, so now we can talk?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, brow furrowed like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s talking about. 
Eddie can’t help but laugh, a sharp sound that makes Steve jump. “What do you think it means, Harrington? You never want to talk to me in front of the kids! Don’t want to dirty your hands with the Freak in public, I guess.”
“I…what are you talking about?”
[no talkie henderosn]
“What?” His eyes get wide, panicked, as he reaches for Eddie. “Eddie, that’s not—you have to know that’s not what I meant by that. I never meant it like that!”
“Then how did you mean it?”
Steve mumbles something he can’t make out. 
“Speak up, sweetheart.” It comes out mean, he knows it does, but he’s feeling a little mean right now. Lashing out like a wounded animal just because his boyfriend didn’t want to talk to him in public. 
Actually, when he puts it that way, he remembers he’s justified. 
Steve says something again, still incomprehensible. Eddie rolls his eyes. “If you can’t stop mumbling, I’ll just leave.”
That does the trick. “I thought we were playing a prank on Henderson together!” 
Eddie gapes at him. “What?”
“I thought,” he repeats, running an anxious hand through his hair, “we were pretending not to know each other to mess with the kid. Eddie, baby, you’ve gotta know I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known you were hurting. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t I…” This can’t be real. He’s been agonizing for months, and for what? A prank? Just some stupid, shitty prank Steve thought he was in on? He’s going to jump off the quarry. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have had so much fun with that!”
“I thought you knew!”
“How would I have known? I can’t read your mind!”
“You can sometimes,” he says, pouting. Eddie wishes they weren’t in the middle of an argument, he wants to kiss those lips so bad. 
He groans into his hands. “It’s significantly easier to tell when your boyfriend wants to fuck than it is to read ‘Hey, let’s play a prank on this twelve year old,’ on someone’s face, sweetheart.”
“I guess,” Steve huffs. Then his face softens. Eddie lets himself be drawn in by the wrist, helpless in the face of his sweet smile. “We can stop,” he promises, swaying in close enough for his breath to ghost across Eddie’s lips. “We could walk into Hellfire tomorrow holding hands, if you wanted to. Anything you want, just say the word.”
“How would we walk into Hellfire? It’s at your house.”
Steve pinches him for that. 
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hammity-hammer · 5 months
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“Isn’t it hard?”
The sunlight wove its way through the mess of curls on Eddie’s head, keeping Steve’s attention from the person next to him. Eddie seemed like he was glowing— like the light was coming from somewhere deep inside of him, rather than millions of miles away; like he was the center of their solar system, the warmth emitting from him keeping their little planets alive.
Steve felt a bony elbow nudge just under his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts, “Huh?”
“Is it not hard? Loving him?” Dustin asked quietly, nodding his head toward the man laughing and running around with the rest of the party. Steve glanced at Dustin, trying to figure out how he should even broach answering that question, knowing that any explanation he gave would never make sense. How could it not be hard; falling so deeply in love with someone that won’t ever love him back? Knowing that he just had to be the guy to get some kind of fucked up curse that made him incapable of mutual romantic love?
“I… think it’s easy, honestly.” Steve shrugged, trying to keep his face from revealing his obvious lie.
Eddie’s laughter drew Steve’s attention back to him, the sound of his joy bringing a reflexive smile to his face.
“It doesn’t bother you? That he just… doesn’t love you the way you love him?” Dustin rested his chin on his crossed arms, sounding for all the world like he was the one who was unloveable.
“You can’t make people love you, kid, you know that. And you know I’m happy just to have him in my life; he can’t help the way his brain works.” Steve copied Dustin’s movement, turning his head so he could look at the younger man. That’s what he was now— a man, for all intents and purposes, and every time he remembered that, it made a bittersweet feeling bloom in Steve’s chest.
Dustin rolled his eyes, “Obviously you can’t, but he loves you! I see the way he is with you and that’s love! But he won’t just… be your boyfriend, or whatever, and I don’t get that, man.”
Steve sighed, “Not everything is about romance, Dustin. I love you, but I love you like a brother. I love Robin, and you were convinced for basically forever that she and I were end-game. He just happens to love me the way I love Robin, he can’t help it.”
He moved his gaze back to the group in front of them, his eyes instantly finding Eddie again. He was chasing Erica, running with his hands in claw shapes near his head like he was trying to look like some creepy vampire, or something. She was laughing uncontrollably as she ran, weaving through their other friends who were trying to behave semi-normally. Eddie’s head turned momentarily to where Steve and Dustin were sitting at their picnic table and a grin grew on his face when he made eye contact with Steve.
“I just don’t get it, though. Why can’t he love you like that? You’re like, a catch or whatever, aren’t you?” Dustin frowned, ignoring the finger wave Steve sent Eddie’s way to stare at the woodgrain on the table in thought.
Steve turned his head back to Dustin and unfolded his arms a bit to pat him on the head, “Doesn’t matter, man. I love him, he knows I love him, and how I love him, and he’s okay with it, even if he doesn’t feel the same. I just want to keep him near me however I can, and if that’s as my best friend, then that’s as my best friend.”
Dustin sighed deeply, seemingly giving up on his fight for Steve to finally get himself a partner, and Steve thanked everything he could think of for that.
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meme-sauce · 2 years
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God bless Eddie but I feel like Argyle just didn’t get enough fandom love. Homeboy had a cop die in his work vehicle and said. well. In for a penny I guess.
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“You guys never wanna hang out anymore.”
Dustin crosses his arms over his chest and turns away, which earns a scoff and a laugh from Eddie.
“We’re hanging out right now, Henderson.”
“Not just us,” Dustin grumbles.
He narrows his eyes, and when Eddie follows his gaze, he spots Steve a couple yards away. Cupping Billy’s face in his hands and kissing the freckled bridge of his nose.
The sight warms Eddie’s heart. Especially when the blond doesn’t struggle to get away from the affection.
“Should I not invite them next time?” Eddie asks. “Stevie’s never been good about holding back on the PDA.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
Eddie’s brows draw down in concentration. It can be difficult to keep up with Dustin’s likes and dislikes sometimes — when Eddie and Steve first got together, he gave Eddie the cold shoulder for a while. Didn’t talk to Steve much either, but he completely ignored Eddie whenever he saw fit. Turns out no matter how cool he might think Eddie is, Steve is just a notch higher in his book.
Big brothers do come before best friends, Eddie supposes.
It was worse when they first announced that Billy was their partner as well. Dustin was pissed, but he didn’t make it obvious unless Billy was around.
Eddie honestly thought he’d gotten over it already.
“That’s not fair.”
Dustin tears his gaze away from the smooching couple and furrows his brows at Eddie.
“What?”
“I can’t invite Steve but not Billy. That wouldn’t be fair.”
“He can’t stand to be away from you guys for an afternoon?” Dustin huffs. “I miss just hanging out with you both.”
“Look, if you wanna hang out one-on-one, we can plan accordingly. If you wanna hang out with Stevie and I, we can plan accordingly.” Eddie leans back on his hands in the grass. Tilting his head to the side. “But we can’t just spontaneously go out, and tell Billy that he can’t come for no reason. Okay?”
Dustin’s face looks like it’s going to explode out of his head for a moment. Eddie sighs and internally braces himself for whatever tantrum is about to grace him, but his attention is pulled away by a chorus of laughter a ways away.
His boys are lying on the ground, chests heaving from running around and because Steve just not-so-gracefully tackled Billy. Their smiles are huge, even when Billy springs up and starts wrestling Steve into the grass with the goal to pin him.
The sight, the sound of their giggles and fast breaths makes Eddie’s heart soar. He’s never been the roughhousing, physical type.
But he’s glad they’ve found that in each other.
“I guess I just don’t get it,” Dustin says.
Eddie glances over at him. Finds that he, too, is watching the display.
“Get what?”
Dustin pulls a few blades of grass up out of the ground and drops them unceremoniously before he rips more out while he thinks.
“Why you guys like him so much.”
“Want me to tell you?”
Their eyes meet briefly and Dustin nods. Eddie spreads a little smile.
“He loves hard and fast, makes it kinda hard to keep up with sometimes,” Eddie chuckles. “Stevie’s all about being slow and careful. His way of loving is very handled, so to speak.”
In the distance, the laughter has quieted down. Billy, on his back, gently smooths his palms up Steve’s thighs. Lets himself be pressed into the earth by warm weight and soft lips.
Eddie continues, “Obviously, calm and crazy don’t always mix very well on their own, so they need a mediator sometimes. Someone who’s a little bit both.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at Dustin, who huffs amusedly as he considers the new information.
“You guys balance each other out? That’s kind of cliche.”
“Maybe so, but the point I was getting to is that if we left Billy at home today, what do you think Steve would be doing right now? Sitting here looking bored? Pacing?”
“Probably…”
“And what about Billy? Alone at home wondering why we didn’t include him? He’s a lot more sensitive than he looks, kid, I guarantee he would’ve been in tears within the first hour after we left.”
Dustin pouts for a moment. Eddie looks back up the hill. Finds Steve carefully brushing Billy’s hair out of his face and smoothing his thumb along his cheekbone.
They both look so tuckered out suddenly.
“We’re better together, Henderson. I would’ve been really sad at the end of the night if I went home and found my boy upset like that, and so would Steve.”
Dustin nods dejectedly.
“Yeah…”
“We can definitely plan to hang out, though,” Eddie reassures. Reaches out and nudges Dustin’s shoulder with his knuckles. “Just us.”
Dustin nods again, but this time he spreads the faintest smile as well.
Their attention is pulled away when footsteps approach. Billy and Steve are hand-in-hand, walking down the hill, when Steve slips on the grass. Billy pulls him back up before he even makes contact with the ground, resulting in giggles and a slightly startled-looking brunet.
Once they reach the base of the hill, they come to settle at each of Eddie’s sides. Billy leans heavily into his shoulder and sighs fondly when an arm drapes around him.
“Did Stevie get too rough with you again?” Eddie coos.
Billy snorts.
“Other way around, Edd,” Steve huffs.
“I was gentle.”
“Sure, that’s probably why I’m gonna be covered in bruises tomorrow.” Steve shifts into Eddie’s other side, lacing both of his arms around his torso. “People at work are gonna be asking me if I’m safe at home.”
Every word is very evidently accompanied by a smile. Billy chuckles and presses closer. Reaches out to lightly brush his fingers over Steve’s forearm.
“I didn’t rough you up too bad, did I?”
Every time the two tousle around, Steve has to try and keep up, meanwhile Billy shows restraint. He rolls over every time without fail and lets Steve pin him.
It’s like a dance that they do.
“No, love, you didn’t.”
Both boys at either of Eddie’s sides curl closer to him, effectively sandwiching him between them. He presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead while he cards his fingers into Billy’s hair.
Practically has them both purring in a matter of seconds.
“Couple a’ sweethearts,” he muses.
Billy sits up a little, just enough to look at him.
“You wanna go, Munson?” he challenges. “I’ll take you out right now.”
A large hand smooths up Eddie’s sternum, over his collar and comes to rest at the crook of his neck, thumb gently swiping over his Adam’s apple.
“Sure,” Eddie hums. “Where’re we gonna eat?”
The blond snickers and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Anywhere you want. Steve’s treat.”
“Hey.”
Steve reaches over and playfully thumps Billy’s leg, which has the blond grinning in the moment of stillness before he reaches back, and Steve dodges away from his hand. They’re quickly scrambling to get up again, sneakers ripping grass from the earth as Billy seamlessly separates from Eddie’s side and lunges at the other brunet.
Then they’re back to chasing one another and huffing out-of-breath giggles.
Eddie watches for a moment, smiling. Just until they wind up on the ground again with Steve on top.
“Yeah, Henderson, I love my boys. I love ‘em a lot,” Eddie says softly. He glances over at Dustin just in time to see him avert his eyes, a contemplative look playing on his features. “I bet you’d get along with Billy if you gave him a chance. He and I are pretty similar in some aspects.”
Dustin makes a face.
“How so? Aside from the taste in music.”
Eddie blows a raspberry and leans back on his hands, looking up at the fading blue of the sky.
“He’s nerdy, for one. He’s always reading gothic literature that goes way over my head, and I read some pretty odd shit,” Eddie begins. “He proofreads my notes and all of my campaigns, which I’m sure none of you guys know about, now that I think about it. Y’know how I brought Iymrith back a few sessions ago and you guys all lost your shit?”
Dustin’s eyes widen and his jaw drops.
“That was his idea?”
“Sure was. He also suggested the mimics, among other things— my point is, he’s more on-our-level than you give him credit for. I think you’d enjoy him if you took a sec to look past all of the denim and hairspray.”
Dustin seems to think on it. Eddie lolls his head to the side and sighs softly.
“Doesn’t have to be today, obviously. This stuff takes time,” Eddie adds.
The chorus of laughter has stopped. Billy and Steve lie next to each other in the grass, pressed as close as they can physically get, chests still rising and falling a little fast.
Dustin presses his lips into a line as he watches them. Watches how Steve nuzzles their heads together and splays a hand against Billy’s chest, smoothing down to settle just over his ribs at his opposite side.
Though Eddie would like to think that his words have fixed everything, he knows deep down that Steve has the ultimate sway.
And his soft touches speak louder than any words ever could.
“Okay,” Dustin says.
His gaze lingers on the couple a few paces away for a moment longer before he pulls more grass up from the earth, a look of contentment on his face.
Eddie can’t help but grin.
“Okay.”
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"Not, um--" Steve cleared his throat. "Not exactly. I mean, sure, for a long time, yeah. I was... I was expected to behave a certain way, and when everyone else started going on about girls then, like, yeah. I put on a show for a little while. But, you know, then I met Nancy, and I liked her more than I've ever liked another girl. More than I had ever liked anyone, at that point. I haven't really... I mean, people kinda expect it from me, because I was a little too good at pretending, but it hasn't really felt like that again. It's not realistic to expect yourself to be crazy over every cute girl you meet. Even the really, reall cute ones. So, you know, don't be so down about it. Maybe you'll meet your own Nancy one day."  "I think Nancy was already my Nancy," Dustin said, frankly, and Steve snorted. Yeah, the kid's childhood crush had never been super subtle. "I don't know, man. There was this girl, you know, at camp? Her name was Suzie. And she said she liked me and I... I liked her, too, but there was just so much going on at home, and there's so much going on now-- How am I supposed to care? It just doesn't seem worth it."  "This is going to sound like shitty advice," Steve said, continuing over Dustin's eyerolling. "But you're young. You're probably not going to meet the love of your life in middle school. You're allowed to not care about it for a few more years, if that's what you want." 
a 13 yr old aromantic and a 19 yr old gay man sit in a car and talk about women. they both think they're straight. what happens next will shock you
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jaybren · 9 months
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I Believe...Steddie
I normally don't mind angst (though I avoid drama fics in general). Miscommunication is the biggest trope in romance, so I'm all for it, but for some reason Steve x Eddie fics / drabbles where Eddie still thinks of Steve as Steve THE KING Harrington always sit weirdly for me. Sometimes, if the Upside Down didn't happen (AUs in general) or pre-UD setting, maybe -- sure, then that could work. But close to canon fics where Eddie lives and Steve legit confesses to him? Always just -- strikes me as wrong.
Finally realized why -- it's literally the antithesis of canon Eddie. Canon! Eddie is quick to acknowledge Steve has changed. He literally runs up to him in the Upside Down while a bunch of madness is happening and where he has every right to be consumed by his own shit-tastic situation, but instead, he's telling Steve how he is a great guy and has changed.
Can Eddie be bitchy and prejudice? Yes.
Does Eddie have grudges against jocks / the popular crowd? Yes.
But he also goes full on bowing gentlemen for cheerleaders (going out of his way to help Chrissy and make her smile) and he's quick to acknowledge Steve's not that same popular AH anymore.
With Steve's bitchiness not aimed at him, Eddie would be eating his Honeycomb and snickering when old habits popped back up, and maybe he'd feel conflicted about jocky Steve, complaining about going to games or something until somebody smacked some sense into him. Totally believe tension and disbelief about one liking the other or some bias about things, but I just can't see Steve proclaiming his love or whatever and Eddie assuming it is a trap or trick or prank or something.
Maybe he'd think Steve was confused. Maybe he'd assume they were doomed, but I can't see him blaming Steve for that or blowing up their relationship IF Eddie accepted the confession and they started dating. Eddie's way more down on himself.
If someone can explain how it makes sense, please do. I'd love to enjoy all Steddie tropes, and that one seems popular lately, but where my brain sees so many problems with them getting to the confession point or even a number of big arguments that could happen afterward due to outside aspects, those two strike me as highly tactile, highly clingy romantics who would be convinced they were the height of discrete while practically fused, constantly touching and being snide little judgy dudes together.
#steddie#Steve x Eddie#Eddie Munson#Stranger Things#Only way Eddie doesn't see how Steve's changed is if the Upside Down doesn't exist but then Steve might not have changed#the second Steve asks him out Eddie is 100% in#won't accept anything different#Eddie is a drama king but he's the the sort to be clingy and pushy and cause problems by being too tactile and obvious in a homophobic town#which is why I 100% believe fics where Eddie and Steve fight over Steve refusing to come out or leave Hawkins#Despite also 100% believing Eddie would understand#frankly I fall for all the tropes EXCEPT Eddie not believing (in a canon compliant Upside Down having universe)that Steve has changed#where are my double date fics with Eddie and Steve taking out two girls only to get dumped because they spent more time chatting themselves#What about the fics where Eddie sets Steve up with a metalhead girl only for Steve to be like 'wow I'm super into this'#but then he realizes partway through he is 100% imaging she's Eddie#Or Steve setting up Eddie on a double date only to have a 'oh no I fucked up' moment as he realizes halfway through that he loves Eddie#Steve: Cool Eddie might score (*and it was at that moment he realizes he fucked up) I don't want Eddie to score#Give me hooking up duo who 'just like making out' and 'just aren't ready to get back out there yet' who feel pressured to do so#and they end up throwing hands over it and banging#Eddie: So...that happened. | Steve: Do you think Dustin was right? | Eddie: No way that butthead is right. | Steve: But what if he is?#Eddie: Obviously we can't tell him. | Steve: But we can still make out right? | Eddie: Fuck yeah#Give me dumb bets between guys friends inspired by Steve trying to relate to Eddie like he used to Tommy
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artiststarme · 1 year
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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 18
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17
Well, I don't really like this one but I want to get something out today! Only two more parts, it's bittersweet in a way. I did not think that the first fic I ever wrote would have so many parts or be over 70 pages on a google doc.
I'm already working on a few new fics though I don't know if I'll end up posting them. One is a Steve superpower fic and the other is an angsty one with Steve and Eddie leaving together. Would anyone be interested in reading those?
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Steve was feeling good. While he had initially been nervous to see his family again after being ignored and leaving town, he recognized that he may have judged the situation too harshly. The entire Party, besides Erica who was still at summer camp, was sitting at one of the picnic tables set up in the Byers’ backyard. They were all laughing and catching up until Hopper cleared his throat and brought up the dreaded topic. 
“So, I know we’re all having a good time here but I think we should talk about what happened,” he said, immediately bringing everyone’s attention to Steve.
Steve chuckled nervously, “Um, I don’t think we do. Everything’s fine, we’ve all moved on.”
Steve didn’t need anyone else pointing out his flaws. He’s already been made aware that he misunderstood the situation and acted too hastily, he really didn’t want to talk about it again. And if there was one thing he hated above all else, it was seeing people become sad when they were supposed to be happy. He saw the kid’s smiles starting to fade at Hopper’s words and he desperately wanted to keep them there. “Besides, I’m back right now! Let’s focus on that. Where’s the ice cream?”
Hopper glared harder at his pseudo-son and gruffly muttered, “we are talking about it. You left without telling anyone, had us looking for you for months thinking we might find a body, and then you show up acting like nothing happened!”
He turned his angered gaze to Eddie sitting next to Steve, “And don’t think you’re off the hook either, Munson. You were talking to him for weeks without telling any of us. Then you disappeared too. I had to deal with Wheeler trying to push me into charging Steve with kidnapping.”
At that, both Steve and Eddie nearly gave themselves whiplash turning to look at Mike. “What the hell, bro?” Eddie was surprised and somewhat touched at his concern. 
Meanwhile, Steve felt the opposite. He was offended, he’d known this kid for years and he still hated him despite everything he’d done. The fucker was permanently on his shit list now. “What the fuck, Wheeler? You little shit!” 
Hopper cleared his throat once again to drag their offended expressions away from the scowling teen. “Language! You both should know better than to disappear without telling anyone, especially with what we all have gone through. So what happened?”
Steve looked at Eddie. Eddie looked at Steve. Everyone else looked at them looking at each other. Steve sighed and tried to explain in a way that wouldn’t expose his vulnerability. “I didn’t think anyone would care if I left. My dad kicked me out and I didn’t have anywhere else to go. None of you had talked to me in weeks at that point so I just started driving. I ended up in Chicago and now I really like it there.”
Everyone around the table looked slightly horrified. They had all played a part in his departure, they knew. But they didn’t consider how distant and unreachable they had made themselves. 
“Kid, why didn’t you come here? Joyce and I told you that you could stay here whenever you needed to. Why didn’t you come to us?” Hopper asked, his gruff voice strained and congested. 
Steve just shook his head, his fingers twisting Eddie’s in search of comfort. “I didn’t want to bother you guys. You already have three kids, I didn’t want you to have to take me in because of pity.”
“So instead you went off on your own like a dumbass?” Max said. 
He glanced at her, “I’ve been alone my entire life so yeah, it wasn’t that bad. I found a job and an apartment. I’m happy now.”
“Why didn’t you reach out to anyone, Steve? We were really worried about you,” Joyce added. 
“Everyone seemed to be going about their normal lives when I called. I didn’t think you guys really noticed that I was gone and I didn’t want to bother you. I really don’t want to talk about it,” Steve said, frowning and making moves to make himself appear smaller. 
Eddie, sensing his boyfriend’s inner turmoil, placed a comforting hand on his knee, an action hidden from view of the others at the table. Steve shot him a manically desperate but appreciative close-lipped smile. His eyes begged Eddie to do something to draw the attention away from him. 
And Eddie would always do what he could to help his boyfriend. Without hesitation, he blurted, “Steve and I are dating!”
With that, Steve’s self-inflicted disappearance was forgotten. The reactions ranging throughout the group were extreme. Hopper had the most dramatic spit take of his life and spit his iced tea all over El and Mike that sat opposite him at the table. El looked confused at the situation before leveling her father with a glare for drenching her new shirt in iced tea and spit. Mike was glowering at Steve looking absolutely disgusted. Will and Joyce had small, surprised smiles on their faces. Nancy and Johnathan’s jaws dropped in surprise, staring at the two in the utmost shock. Lucas and Dustin similarly looked shocked like they had expected anything else. Max was blankly looking at them like she already knew. Robin was looking at Steve nervously, anxiously awaiting his reaction. And Steve? He was looking at Eddie in horrified shock. So that wasn’t the distraction that he was gunning for then. 
Mike, unsurprisingly, collected his wits most quickly. “Are you fucking kidding me?! First my sister and now my Dungeon Master? Do you have no fucking shame, Steve?”
His indignation brought Steve out of his shock quickly, defensiveness overtaking his initial horror. “Okay, watch your fucking mouth, Wheeler. This has literally nothing to do with you. Nothing! I don’t know why you’re always so invested in my love life but it’s weird, dude. Stop.”
Mike sputtered and seemingly could not find anything justifiable to say in response. Robin jumped in then, face still aflame in a heavy blush. She said, “Well I support you and I am happy that you are happy! Right, guys?”
She turned to the others that were still recovering from their shock. They all nodded except for Hopper. His blank expression made Steve anxious, even more so when he got up from his seat and moved towards him. 
“Hop, I just… I’m sorry… I just-”
He was silenced when Hopper pulled him into a bear hug. “I’ll always support you kid, even when you’re interested in the likes of Munson here. I might not understand it but I accept it.”
Steve hugged him back with tears in eyes, “Thanks, Hop.”
They both pulled away after another moment and Hopper went back to his seat next to Joyce. The whole table was up in arms debating on whether they had seen this coming (Max, Lucas, and Will said they had; Dustin, Mike, and El definitely did not). Steve just smiled at the chaos that was his family and pulled a blushing Eddie up by the shirt collar before tugging him close. Steve looked into Eddie’s eyes and whispered against his lips, “you’re such a dipshit.”
Eddie smiles and runs his tongue along his lower lip, “yeah, but I’m your dipshit.”
Steve barked a laugh in response before giving him the grossest, messiest kiss he could manage. Even with the disgusted outcries from the Party and the berries being thrown at them courtesy of Robin, kissing Eddie and being surrounded by family had Steve feeling happy and complete.
Part 19 Part 20: Epilogue
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morganbritton132 · 1 year
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Eddie posts a Tiktok of the moment Ozzy notices that Hopper is there and gets visibly excited. Hopper is his favorite person after Steve and he’s wigging and wagging his tail when Hopper pets him.
Steve’s just like, “Gee, he never gets that excited to see me.”
“That’s because he should be seeing you at all times,” Hopper says in his dad voice because the only thing him and Eddie ever agreed on is that Steve should have a service animal. “He is with you at all times, right?”
Steve, lying, “Absolutely. Never go anywhere without him.”
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findafight · 11 months
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Accidentally making characters aspec is just reliving adolescence thinking everyone is good friends out to have a fun time and then realizing no...actually at least a third of these people are flirting and or fucking or at least trying to.
Sometimes it's conscious!! Sometimes I see a blorbo and go yes. You! You shall be aspec my child... And other times I write and then reread and go ah. Wait. How do allo people act? Do allo people think like this?? And don't have an answer but it's usually no.
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