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audhd-nightwing · 1 year
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steve and robin go to a gay club in indianapolis and steve cannot stop staring at this guy with long dark curls that’s wearing chains and a leather jacket (which steve thought was the opposite of his type but apparently not).
steve himself is wearing a croptop and high-waisted jeans that “make his ass look amazing” (according to robin) and he even let them put some sparkly shit on his face because why the fuck not at this point. he’s been covered in blood and monster guts, he can handle wearing makeup.
anyway, the point is steve knows he looks good. its not him bragging, it’s just a fact of life. the sky is blue, water is wet, and steve harrington is hot. that’s just how it is.
so when steve sees the hot guy across the room, he doesn’t doubt that they’ll think he looks good. it’s just… steve, despite being a notorious playboy, is actually fucking awful at flirting.
because of this, steve decides to simply pine from afar and mope while robin is having the time of their life (sometimes he really hates being the designated driver, but alas, he’s the only one that can actually drive).
robin, being the amazing and observant friend they are, immediately notices this and begins scheming. when steve looks away to ask the bartender for a coke (poor guy), robin meanders their way through the crowd and over to the guy steve was eyeing up.
they tap him on the shoulder and the guy turns around, cocking his head in question.
“hey, my friend over there thinks you’re hot but is terrible at flirting so i decided to be a good friend and wingman for him,” they yell over the music.
the guy blinks, looks from them to steve and back, before whipping his head around again to gape at steve. robin isn’t sure how to take that until the guy asks, incredulously,
“is that steve fucking harrington?”
robin panics because oh shit this guy knows steve which means they accidentally outed steve to some guy who apparently knows him?? (and who is still staring at him dumbstruck). robin squints their eyes suspiciously and replies
“…and what if it was?”
the guy snaps his attention back to robin and open and closes his mouth a few times before blurting out
“do you- does he not know who i am?”
now it’s robins turn to be confused because why the fuck would steve know this guy? the man obviously reads this in their expression because he drags a hand down his face before stating
“i’m eddie munson. the ‘freak’ of hawkins high? king steve’s number one rival?”
“don’t fucking call him that,” robin spits out venomously. they’ve had to help steve out of self-deprecating panic attacks too many times because of that fucking title and will not hesitate to punch this guy for using it.
“okay, jeez. but seriously, do neither of you recognize me? i don’t know if i should be offended or not,” eddie ponders aloud.
robin huffs and rolls their eyes. steve really knew how to pick ‘em (aka snarky and a bit cocky).
“whatever, he’s changed a lot- obviously- so if you’re not a dick then the offer still stands,” robin responds.
eddie looks over at steve again and sighs to himself. he never would’ve guessed he’d see steve fucking harrington in a croptop, let alone a gay bar, let alone interested in him.
and eddie was never one to waste an opportunity so…
“i’ve been into him since the moment i fucking saw him at hawkins high, there is no way i’m refusing that offer,” he replies.
robin laughs and pulls eddie through the crowd and towards steve. eddie kinda feels like he’s dreaming when steve looks over at him and blushes, pink splotches decorating his face.
wow, eddie thinks, he really is the stuff of dreams
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lex-drinks-blood · 2 years
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So... Maybe You're Bi?
Steve Harrington x Male Reader: obligatory "helping steve find himself" oneshot, AU where you both work at the video store together with rob, Steve also may or may not know he likes you before making this discovery...👀
Warnings: none?
Notes: I'm not in the mood to proofread this so I'm sorry for that but... here!
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The tall male beside you pressed his hands to his temples and breathed a labored sigh.
"I'm just saying Harrington, maybe these supposed "babes and non-babes" are all babes!" you nudged his side with your elbow, which he did not seem to appreciate.
He took another deep breath, contemplating the former relationships he had with his close male friends and the thoughts that clouded his mind in the locker rooms at practice, he hated to admit that it seemed like maybe it was all adding up.
"Alright bozos," Robin interrupted, "as much as I'm sure I'd love to be included in whatever torture we are putting Steve through today, we have a whole stack of new shit to put out and I am not doing that by myself again!" as she spoke she wheeled over a cart full of new releases that needed to be priced and placed into their correct sections.
As much as no one in Home Video liked dealing with new releases, staring at the heap of tapes gave you an idea, "Hey Rob, you think you can keep up front running by yourself?"
"If you are even minutely implying that you and Steve are going to tackle these babies and leave me to run this peice-of-shit, cash-wrap, than I am absolutely capable Sir L/N," Robin bowed sarcastically as she concluded her strange response, but it meant your plan would go accordingly so you didnt take much time to ponder on it
"Thanks Buckley!" you planted a quick peck on her cheek that she quickly wiped off with her vest once you were out of sight, before tugging Steve away by his vest to the back to label tapes and unpack whatever was going on in that mess of a Harrington brain.
An agonizing 5 whole minutes passed in silence as the two of you quietly placed stickers on the tapes before placing them back on the cart and picking up a new one to repeat the process.
"Look, I don't want to force you to talk about this yknow? Especially cause yknow, I'm not the best with feelings and shit just cause I like dick but-"
Steve looked up from his tape, almost dropping it as the words left your mouth, "Waitwait, so you like guys?"
You looked at him inquisitively for a moment before going back to stickering tapes and speaking again, "Stevie, you are totally oblivious aren't you?" you chuckled to yourself.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing really, I think I just kind of assume everyone knows by now I guess. But to answer your question yes, I like guys. To put it your way, 'babes and non-babes alike'," this time you let yourself have a full, good laugh.
Steve followed suit and seemed to chuckled as well, seemingly relieved that the tension of the conversation had been broken up a bit.
He spoke up as he placed his tape back in the cart and rose to his feet, "I think that's the last one to label Y/N, wanna go set these out?"
You stayed sitting, leaving an uncomfortable space and height difference between the two of you that neither of you were used to, "Can I just ask you one... tiny, little, uncomfy question first, Harrington?"
Steve's body tensed a bit but he tried to act nonchalant, "Sure, today seems to be that kinda day already so, why not?"
"You sure?"
He was getting uncomfortable in his own skin now, being given more time to think about the space between you and how much he wanted to be close to you, how much he yearned to fill the space, how much he struggled to pull himself back to reality, "Yea man, go for it."
"Did you really never know? I mean, that I like dudes?"
Steve was frustrated that this was the question that you built up so much. Maybe he should have known sooner, but was it really such a huge deal? He fought to collect himself and managed to give a calmer response, "I mean, No. I just never thought about it I guess, yknow? Does that bother you?"
"I just- um. Well..." you struggled to find your footing in the words you wanted to say, so you settled on just blurting it out, giving up all elegance and grace, "I had a huge crush on you," your eyes stayed glued to the floor, waiting for his reaction.
Steve felt his heart melt. The boy he had been hiding his feelings from this whole time had actually liked him? Unbelievable.
He found himself approaching you slowly, like a scared animal he had found in an alley, "Y/N?"
You felt your leg start anxiously bouncing out of your control, but you decided to look up at him anyway, "Yea, Steve?"
"I'm gonna ask you to do something and I just need you to trust me ok? Is that ok?" You could see the subtle shake in his hands, hear the tremble in his voice, he was anxious in a way you'd never seen before and you had no idea what to expect.
"Okay. I trust you," and with that, your eyelids met and you were left in darkness to wonder what in God's name was going on.
You felt a gently trembling hand meet your cheek and before you could even think about what it meant for Steve to be cupping you like this, you felt his lips gently meet your own.
The kiss was nothing like you had expected from former King of Hawkins High. It was soft and gentle, the slightly chapped pillows of his lips were sweet on your tongue. He cupped his hand on your cheek and snaked his other around your waist and held you like you were fragile, like he was scared he could break you if he wasn't careful. And just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. His lips parted from yours and his hand slithered away from your waist, but his other remained on your cheek.
"I um... I'm sorry, I hope that was ok," he stammered, "You can open your eyes now."
When your eyelids separated from each other you realized that Steve was barely a couple inches away from your face, and his warm hand was still on your cheek, "That was more than okay, Harrington," you leaned in to place a quick kiss on his lips, showing him that you still wanted him with your eyes open.
"Cool... good to know," he sighed, this time relieved as he brushed his thumb over your cheek before readjusting his perfect hair.
You chuckled to yourself as he turned back to the cart and moved to the Documentary section, "Hey, wait up!"
"Well I wasn't planning on doing this by myself," he chuckled as you speedily walked to catch up to him.
"Hey, Harrington?" you whispered, almost like you were playing spies.
"Hey, what?" he whispered back, playing along as he placed the movies in alphabetical order.
"So... maybe you're bi?" you whispered, following suit in placing movies where they belonged.
"Yea probably," he paused for a beat, "I definetly like you though," he shot you a cocky smirk as he concluded.
"Yea yea whatever," you rolled your eyes, placing more movies in their rightful homes, "How is it that King Steve always gets what he wants?" you asked sarcastically.
He played coy, snaking behind you to place a movie just above your head as he placed a kiss to your neck, "I'm told I'm rather persuasive."
Robin walked to the back in hopes of letting you know is was closing time but had instead found the scene in front of her, "Oh jesus guys, get a room! You know Keith has cameras in here right!! Good god, I don't even get paid for this!"
"Oh shush Rob, just be glad he actually admitted it," you giggled from under Steve's arm as the three of you walked to clock-out.
Steve stopped in his tracks, "She knew before I did?!"
"Stevie... baby... we all did," you chuckled.
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riddledem0n · 3 months
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Chat I couldn't resist
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stllts · 6 months
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🍦: “My eyes are up here, Munson” 🙄
🎸: “Whatever you say, big boy” 😘
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stevesbipanic · 6 months
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Eddie coming to terms with the fact that if he wants to date Steve he's gotta have Robin around all the time.
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ikarakie · 1 year
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tw / roofies
after corroded coffin goes big, sometime in the mid 90s, they go on tour. mostly in smaller venues and little dive bars, but eddie fucking loves it. drags robin and steve along with him as his 'managers' (see: freeloaders) mainly because he wanted his boyfriend with him and knew he couldn't keep birdie away from him for that prolonged period of time. it would be cruel.
mid-way through the tour, they perform in a bar. eddie likes to mill around after, chat to fans, get a drink, sign things, peacock a little. this time is no different. until robin comes up to him, noticeably alone. he asks where steve is at the same time she does. not fucking good.
they both scour the bar, and eddie's about two seconds away from ripping his hair out when robin grabs his arm and points to a booth in the corner. it's filled with girls, all in battle vests and dark eye makeup, and nestled between two of them on one side is steve. he's slumped over, head rested on the table, pillowed by one of the girl's hoodies. there's an empty glass beside another half empty one, both seemingly water. he rushes over.
they're a bit surprised to see him. when he asks after steve, they regard him with fucking suspicion. he has to show them the polaroid he carries around with him to make them soften. they explain they'd spotted him looking a bit dazed, and called him over. he'd told them he thought someone, somewhere, had slipped something in his drink and he couldn't find his friend, and so they'd squished him between them to keep him safe. eddie feels his heart burst, especially seeing the little corroded coffin pins on all their jackets and bags.
he gently shakes steve awake, presses a kiss to his temple and hands him off to robin, who carefully escorts him to the back exit where their van is parked. thanks the girls, profusely. they try to wave him off but he refuses to leave until he has all their names, has signed at least one thing for each of them and taken a photo with them on their camera.
years and years and years down the line, he still mentions them in interviews. by name. gushes about how they're the original corroded coffin fans, how dearly he loves them, and how if anyone is allowed to gatekeep in his fandom, it's them. every time he sees them at barrier for a concert he fucking lights up and calls them out. they're hailed by fans as minor celebrities, even. only they, steve (who calls them each every holiday and has actually become fucking friends with them) and robin know why they're so close.
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Eddie: stuck having to stare at this mfers lips and hope he get the hit to fuCKING KISS ME-
Steve: my tits are down here Munson
Eddie: what
Steve: what
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to-be-deleted · 2 years
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I need a fic that's basically this:
Eddie knows Robin has a crush on Nancy
Steve knows Nancy has a crush on Robin
Nancy knows Eddie has a crush on Steve
Robin knows Steve has a crush on Eddie
And they're all a bunch of dense idiots who complain about their friends being dense idiots, not realising they're also a dense idiot.
if someone writes this (or has a similar fic) I'm begging you to put the link in the comments it's for science
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sspiderj · 2 years
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Dustin: quick, the floor is lava! 
Nancy: *helps Robin get onto the counter* 
Eddie: *kicks Steve off the couch*
Dustin: as you can see here, there are two types of couples
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audhd-nightwing · 2 years
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okay let me explain my gay steve harrington thoughts to you guys
steve is desperate for any type of love/affection. he has a hard time trying to differentiate between romantic and platonic feelings (ex. robin but i’ll come back to that). his only “friends,” tommy and carol, were only around him for status/only knew the side of him he showed everyone else. he’s not truly known by anyone until robin.
in HS he’s popular and attractive, therefore expected to date/hook up with girls, so he does because it’s what he’s been told is “normal” (this is why he has a reputation for sleeping around in junior year, he kinda overdoes it because he’s just doing what he thinks he is supposed to)
then nancy wheeler comes along, who doesn’t care that he’s popular, doesn’t treat him differently from anyone else and it’s just… it’s refreshing to be treated like a regular human being. he actually enjoys hanging out her and cares about the things she does (unlike with tommy and carol, who he doesn’t really like being around).
he genuinely wants to befriend her, but has never felt like that with someone else before so he just assumes it’s romantic attraction (nancy is “the first girl he loved,” in reality she’s the first person he ever actually wanted to be friends with, not just his parents friends kid or someone that his parents approved of)
so they date (also nancy is a lesbian with comphet and was in love with barb). season 2 happens etc etc
in s3 he no longer in has his highschool popularity status, and is wrongfooted and awkward, not sure of his place in society. so he attempts to go back to what he knows: flirting with girls. which does not work out at all. but since he has a reputation as a playboy, he continues to flirt anyway (because who is he without that?)
then along comes robin, the second person steve has ever wanted to befriend, and he likes her even more than nancy because she’s snarky and funny and they’re a surprisingly good team. mistaking platonic feelings for romantic feelings part two occurs.
but then robin tells him about tammy thompson and his mind kind of shuts down, because all he can think is “it’s okay to like someone of the same gender? it must be, because robin is awesome and she does so, maybe… maybe it’s okay if i do too?” and then he realizes robin is kind of freaking out and he swallows thickly, chewing on his lip before just asking “if you can like girls, does that mean i can like boys?”
and robin freezes, extremely confused and not at all expecting that reaction but soon realizes he’s being serious and nods. “yeah, dingus. you can like boys. and girls too if you want.”
steve’s lip wobbles and his eyes are glossy when he whispers, “is it okay if i only like boys?”
robin inhales sharply and decides that she would die for this man in a heartbeat, and that she’s never letting him go. “yeah, it’s okay.”
she pulls him into a hug and they both cry, steve apologizing through tears for ruining her coming out and robin just giggling wetly and telling him to shut up. eventually steve explains it all to robin, and she tells him about how she realized she wasn’t straight.
later, steve will tell her “i think you’re my best friend,” and she‘ll smile and ruffle his hair and just say, “yeah, me too.”
btw i heavily imply that he’s autistic throughout this, so if u notice that u get a forehead kiss
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lokiiied · 9 months
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this picture is so powerful
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corttheartist · 2 years
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eddie really went 💅
confident gay eddie is my jam
(if you’ve got any requests, or want me to do art for some fanfiction or something just send me an ask! other ships are welcomed too!! I think I’ll do some wlw soon, I just love and miss drawing women..)
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sleepyeye17 · 1 year
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Steddie drabble time
Warnings: none
Words: 464
Steve forgets his food. He eats half of it, then gets distracted, sticks it in a pocket or on a shelf, on his desk, once in his sock drawer, and walks away. He’ll find it later and either eat it or throw it out. It’s a bit funny, although he knows it can be annoying to live with. Their housekeeper has issue with it, obviously, because she’ll find candy or chips or cookies smashed up and soaked in the washing machine when she does Steve’s laundry. Past dates have found it endearing at first, then annoying when they borrowed Steve’s sweaters and found the pockets full of crumbs. Nancy never really borrowed Steve’s clothes, but she would sort of sigh whenever she saw his half-eaten cookies left on her desk or his chips in her car. Steve understands that. It is annoying. He knows that. He just gets distracted a lot. Robin will borrow his clothes, and laugh when she finds his snacks in the pockets, and call him a goldfish because of his two-second memory. That’s fine. She's his best friend.
Now he’s the one borrowing Eddie’s clothes, and he tries to make sure the pockets are empty when he returns the hoodies or the pants or whatever. He really does try. But Eddie distracts him more than anyone. He’ll be in the middle of something, and then Eddie walks and Steve is completely overwhelmed by Eddie’s voice, or his hips, or his hair, and he’s totally gone.
He’s on the sofa, Eddie’s feet in his lap. He’s painting Eddie’s toenails, and Eddie is sketching. My Two Dads is on the TV, although they’re not really watching. 
“I’m cold,” Eddie says. “You have a jacket?”
“I have your jacket, actually,” Steve says, grabbing a flannel hunting jacket from the arms of the sofa and handing it to Eddie. 
Eddie puts the jacket on, and Steve suddenly remembers the peach rings he put in the pockets earlier in the day. Fuck. Eddie puts his hands in the pockets and frowns. Then he mutters to himself,
“Aw, fuck yeah, surprise peach rings. I fuckin love peach rings,” and sticks one in his mouth.
Steve is surprised at the sudden tears welling up in his eyes. He bites his lip and blinks fast.
“Woah, hey, what’s up?” Eddie asks quickly. “Sorry, were you saving these?”
“No, it’s not– God, I just love you.”
Eddie stares at him for a minute, a peach ring halfway to his mouth. They’d never said the word out loud before.
“You… do?”
“Yeah. I do. Fuck.” Steve wipes at his face. “Yeah, I do.”
Eddie breaks into a big goofy grin, like the sun.
“I love you too, Stevie. And not just cause you give me peach rings.”
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love-avenoir · 2 years
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rest in peace eddie munson, you would’ve loved rocky horror picture show.
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i’m so glad that these two have settled down together, have several adopted children and nothing bad ever happened to them again
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morganbritton132 · 1 year
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Eddie filming a Tiktok of Steve eating a bagel. There are crumbs on the plate, the table, Steve’s shirt and cream cheese on the bagel, on his fingers, at the corner of his mouth. Eddie says, “This is a grown man.”
Steve: What did you say?
Eddie: Nothing. I love you.
Steve, smiling: Love you, too!
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