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#or that steve’s not a goober

heavencasteel420 · 1 year

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My issue with the “Who else would be in charge? Steve?”/“You know, Steve’s grown a lot” exchange is that there are two main possibilities for how we’re supposed to read it, neither of which really make sense:

Steve is no longer a cruel bully like he was in S1, but Jonathan believes he still is. Steve is obviously no longer a cruel bully—he apologized for his actions at the end of S1 and is kind to children/lesbians—but the idea that Jonathan still thinks he’s like that is frankly absurd, and I don’t know why Nancy would think he meant that. They’re not close, but he presumably heard the beginning of Steve’s apology to him. He’s been present on many of the occasions that Steve has helped fight various UD threats. He was charitable, apparently to the point of dishonesty, in recounting Steve’s actions at the Halloween party to Nancy. He never expresses worry about Steve hanging out with Nancy/his family/the kids. He never says that Steve is mean or violent. If he truly thinks Steve is a bad guy, he’s been extremely circumspect and blasé about it.

Steve is smarter/less of a goober than he was in the past, but Jonathan still thinks he’s stupid/a big goober. I think it’s pretty clear that Jonathan thinks Steve is kind of a dope. He suggests that it’d be absurd for Steve to be in charge (something you would say of a dim-witted person, not a mean one) and I think also scoffs at him saying something silly once in S2. However, Steve, while not unintelligent, is kind of a ditz, and if anything has become more of one since S1. I don’t know why Nancy would think he’d become smarter than when they’d dated.

There are also two outside possibilities that make a little more sense:

Jonathan specifically means that Steve is ill-suited to a leadership role re: UD stuff because historically he’s not been proactive about it, and Nancy means that Steve was more proactive this time around. This would be a very specific thing for Jonathan to mean, and a slightly exaggerated positive evaluation of Steve’s response on Nancy’s part (he’s not as receptive to Nancy’s concerns or requests as he could be).

Nancy’s response isn’t really about Steve at all. She’s just needling Jonathan because she knows something’s up and is pissed off that he won’t tell her. This isn’t very nice, but it’s understandable that she’d be frustrated.

#i will not be gaslighted into thinking jonathan thinks steve’s still a bully #or that steve’s not a goober #there’s also the whole side argument of ‘Jonathan thinks Steve is still homophobic’#which (a) it’s 1986 and he has a gay little brother #if he’s smart he thinks everyone is homophobic until proven otherwise #even if Steve hadn’t been homophobic at him in S1 he’d be smart to worry #and (b) does anyone truly think Jonathan meant Steve’s homophobia prevented him from being a good leader?#yeah Nancy I appreciate that he has skills but I’m concerned about the impact on our DEI initiative #idk is the logic here that Jonathan would never snark at Steve if he knew what a good guy he was?#because characters who are much better friends with Steve also snark at him

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stevebabey · 1 year

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you thought it would be all sweetness??? nooo u got to have a little miscommunication angst before anyone gets any hickies. but they will. in time >:) part one. part two. this is a part three :)

Steve blames it all on the clock.

That stupid cuckoo clock on the wall of the Munson trailer. It's an absolute horror of interior design that would make Steve’s mom shiver if she ever laid eyes on it. It’s probably why Eddie loves it — and the god-awful cuckoo! noise it makes when it goes off.

Because the moment Eddie utters that delightful question, asking for a hickie, the nerve of him, Steve loves it — and Steve is more than ready to oblige him — the stupid clock goes off.

It gives them both a fright, Steve more than Eddie. He gives a whole-body twitch that shifts them both, his head snapping to the wall, a breath forced out of his lungs at the sight of the mustard-coloured bird. Shit. Stupid fuckin’ clock, Steve thinks.

But it seems to break the trance over the room. The sweet tension of their shared closeness is sucked out of the room in an instant. Steve is suddenly aware of the time the popping out bird is announcing. It’s late. Far later than Steve intended to stay over, especially considering work tomorrow.

Without meaning to, the prickle under Steve’s skin rolls through his body. It steals away the comfort that he usually feels with Eddie, tenseness filling his body. Steve hates it — hates how he can’t stop himself from tensing up beneath Eddie.

Eddie notices. He's quick to to retract himself from Steve, pushing up and back, giving Steve his space. He sits beside Steve on the couch, still close. Not close enough to touch.

It helps. The rigidness of Steve's body relaxes just a bit but Steve doesn’t want that. He wants Eddie back on him. Wants his hands gripping Steve’s side. His breath fanning over Steve’s face, cheeks cherry red and pupils blown wide. Steve doesn’t say any of that and he sure is shit isn't brave enough to ask for it.

Instead, he croaks, “It’s late.”

Steve reluctantly pushes himself up from his slumped position, eyes already searching for his scattered shoes. He misses the way Eddie’s face falls, the way he tries to tug his hair in front of his face to hide the hurt. It takes another second to school his expression.

Steve hears a cough and then Eddie agrees with a murmur. “Yeah, sure.”

The words ache. No part of Steve is relieved to have Eddie agree with him. He’s not sure what he wanted; for Eddie to egg him to stay just a little while longer? To prove that their kisses hadn’t been a heat of the moment impulsivity? There's nothing to prove they weren't.

No, it was Steve who said he had to go. It is late. But then again maybe, Eddie wanted him to leave. But, no— Eddie just asked for a hickie, he wouldn’t—

“Don’t you have work early tomorrow?” Steve’s spiral cuts short at Eddie’s voice, tinged with… irritation?

O-kay. Now Steve’s not sure what to think. What had been the source of immense joy because Steve had asked for a kiss and Eddie said yes is suddenly… tilted.

The beginnings of embarrassment begin to cling to Steve like a thick fog. He’s done it again. Been overly eager. Asked for too much, too soon— fuck, that had been Eddie’s first kiss too.

“Yeah,” Steve replies, standing and shoving his foot into the one shoe he can find. He spies the other one under the table and wiggles it out with his toe. He can’t find in it to look at Eddie, not just yet. “Yeah, uh, I should get going.”

It’s all wrong. Steve shouldn’t be leaving — not on these terms. Not when he can’t look at Eddie for fear of what he’ll find. Regret? Steve’s not sure if he could face Eddie again, not if there’s even a trace of it on his face. It would feel like Halloween all over again, a bludgeon on Steve’s too-soft heart. It’ll crumble, he just knows it.

Steve wants to stay. He really wants to. He wants to ask for another kiss, ask for a dozen more kisses. Wants to give the hickie Eddie asked so nicely for and receive one back; matching love bites, like a gentler version of their matching twisted scars adorning their sides.

But he’s always asking for more. Steve always needs more. It’s greedy. It’s embarrassing how much he wants it, how he’s already gotten patient touches from Eddie but it’s not enough. Eddie had sounded a pinch annoyed — even aggravated at Steve.

It doesn't cross his mind that it might be for any other reason. Really, Steve thinks he’s doing Eddie a favour.

“Um,” Steve clears his throat, takes the wobble out of his words. Nods to himself and chances a glimpse at Eddie. The older is staring down at his lap, locks of hair trapped between twitchy fingers. They should talk about it. Steve’s not brave enough to risk his heart tonight.

“Well, g’night.” He says quietly, letting himself out the trailer door. He closes it behind him gently, shoes tapping against the stairs on the way down. It feels wrong, it feels wrong — but it would be selfish to turn back.

He repeats the sentiment over and over, raspy whispers beneath his breath as he climbs into his car. It would be selfish. The engine turns over and he hesitates for just a moment, hoping to catch a silhouette in the kitchen window. It’s empty. Of course, it’s empty.

Of course, Eddie is not chancing for a glance at him on his way out because Steve just asked for more and more and more, and he took Eddie’s first kiss and then— He whispers it to himself again. It would be selfish to turn back.

When he thinks about it on the drive home, Steve’s sure it all comes back to that stupid fucking clock.

Eddie stares in the mirror.

He’s not sure why he was so convinced there would be some radical change in him upon popping his make-out cherry but… well, here he was. Staring in the mirror like he had this morning. Except 10 hours earlier, he had been unkissed.

Tonight, the difference shows. His lips are rosier than usual, a swell to them given by hasty sweet kisses. It’s the only evidence of his spit-sharing moment of passion with Steve on the couch. The rosy colour is already beginning to fade.

Eddie sinks his teeth in. He doesn’t want the only physical proof that he even got to kiss Steve to be gone so soon. Even if that fact seems terribly bitter now.

“What the shit did you do, Munson?” He murmurs to himself in the tiny bathroom mirror.

It’s got toothpaste specks splayed across it. Eddie stares past them. Stares into his own face, reading every change in his features as emotions inside him churn. It’s heading for a distraught expression, the upturn of his brows and quiver in his lips giving him away. He always was a crier. Eddie really wishes he wasn’t.

“Idiot!” He pairs the word with a bang on the wall beside the mirror, frustration leaking out. The toothbrush on the sink shudders in its cup with a clink.

Eddie hates the welling in his eyes. He hates that he ruined the first fuckin’ good thing to happen to him in this town. Loathes that he drives away the first person who actually knows him and still wants to kiss him.

Well, wanted to kiss him.

Eddie’s pretty sure Steve scampering out of the trailer is more than a big enough sign. It’s a blazingly bright neon sign — light up words that say ‘This was a mistake!’

Except, it hadn’t felt at all like a mistake to Eddie. It had felt wonderful, better than anything he had thought, the soft curve of Steve’s lips, the grip on his hands on Eddie’s face, the heat in his face, the— Eddie growls, wiping his hand down his face to shake the thoughts. Too good to be true was what it was.

It’s because of what he said. Of what he asked for. It had to be that. But— but Steve had looked eager and almost excited and then the stupid clock had gone off, scaring the shit out of them both. Maybe it was then that Eddie’s words had sunk in and Steve realised what he’d gotten into— and who he’d gotten into it with.

“You had to ask for more, huh?” Eddie scolds himself angrily, wiping his cheeks harshly when a tear streaks free. Another follows, just as fast. Eddie wipes roughly at his face to clear them. Doesn’t care about the streaks of red he leaves on his cheeks. Another trembling reprimand comes out. “You just had to push it, huh? You fuckin’ idiot.”

Eddie can’t stand his reflection anymore. He tears his gaze away as he spins and heads straight for his room.

The button on his stereo is sticky and it takes a few forceful clicks to turn it on, but when he does, he cranks it. It’s loud enough he’ll surely wake some neighbours. Eddie can’t find it in him to care, not even when the neighbours dog starts off with its incessant barking. Anything to stop hearing himself cry.

“Something’s up with Eddie.” is the first thing Robin says when she comes in the front door.

Steve’s mid-yawn when she does, a result of a night of tossing and turning, and he somehow manages a strange choke at her words. In a haste to shut his mouth, he chomps on his fingers covering his mouth — then hisses, pulling it away from his face. He ignores Robin’s perplexed expression, shoving the hand deep in his pocket. His ears feel a tad hotter.

“What? Why? What makes you think that?” Steve asks the questions in rapid succession. Very chill, he chides himself. At this rate, Robin would have him all figured out 10 minutes into their shift.

And it’s not like— well, Robin’s advice is usually great. A bit cut-throat, sure. She doesn’t have a problem trodding on his feelings on her way to tell him the hard truth. Usually, it’s fine. Steve could probably do with a bit of ego-bruising.

Today, he’s… It’s different. That’s what Steve tells himself. This thing with Eddie, he wants to fix it himself. And with too much meddling from Robin’s advice, even if it was with the best intentions, might mix things up too much. It’s hard enough keeping his half-baked apology that’s been brewing since last night in proper order in his mind.

Thankfully, Robin doesn’t comment on his odd demeanor. She just bustles into the back room — there are a couple sounds of her dumping her stuff. When she comes back out the front, she’s fixing her Family Video vest. It looks perfectly straight to Steve.

He checks his own — it’s sitting askew, part of the collar flipped over. He hastily fixes it, running his hands down the front to smooth it a bit.

“Just,” Robin starts, talking as she sits in front of the computer, beginning to take a crack at the admin she managed. She likes doing things as she talks, Steve knows. Helps keep her from letting words run away from her.

Steve’s thankful for it now because she isn’t looking at him when she says, “I think he might have had a bad nightmare last night, or something of that sort. I don’t know. Maybe I’m way off — you know how I am with trying to read people, Steve. I’m not good at it! But when I saw him, he just seemed…”

Robin seems to take an extra moment to deliberate her word choice. Steve’s really glad she’s still facing the computer so she can’t see the myriad of emotions that show on his face.

“…Off.” is the word she decides on.

Which means bad. Steve feels like he’s swallowed a stone. It sinks deep into his stomach. It burns, sour and scorned, twisting up his gut. It means Eddie is bad — it means disappointment, means he regretted it. That Steve had been right; that he’d been too eager, too soon. Too much.

Right. Of course, this happens again. Really, Steve had brought it on himself by asking for so much. It had been one thing to ask for a hug — who actually has to do that? — and then to expect he might get Eddie to kiss him too? What a overstep. Christ, he's an idiot.

“That’s not…” He hears himself say, still lost in his thoughts. It's only when Robin turns on the stool, brows raised, that Steve realises he hasn’t finished his sentence. “Good. That’s not good. To hear.”

Steve turns and starts shuffling around the films on the returns cart, picking them up at random. He stares at a copy of ‘The Princess Bride’ in his hands, a new release, and forces out a causal question.

“What made you think that?” He asks, shoving the film into an empty slot, like he was arranging them. He’s relieved when Robin’s clicking on the keyboard resumes, along with a dramatic sigh.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I can be trusted to read anyone’s emotions correctly at any given time, honestly. Remember that old lady? I thought she was being sweet that whole time and then you told me she was being rude! And I couldn’t even tell…”

Robin’s ramble is comforting and helpful to Steve in a way he didn’t know they could be. He presses the cart out, finally getting a move on with it, but delivers a quick nod to Robin when she’s looking to let her know he’s still tuned in. He listens to her get distracted by another topic and leaves Eddie’s name in the dust. It’s a silent relief.

It’s a task to multi-task, listening and devising a plan, but Steve has all shift to find the balance. It’s sometime between finishing re-stocking the action section and starting the romance that Steve decides he should apologise. He should go over today and apologise.

Eddie’s a big boy but Steve’s fairly certain now, if he regretted it, Eddie had probably felt obliged to kiss him back. Probably hadn’t minded the first kiss but- but— Something sticks in his brain; it was Eddie’s first kiss.

It makes Steve feel worse. It doesn’t matter, really, Steve should say sorry for all of it. God, he’s such an idiot.

By the time he’s clocked out, it’s all set in place. He’s got a dozen different apologies running in a loop in his head, reciting the words in time with his anxious tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not a long drive out to Forest Hills Trailer Park. The drive is well-known now. Steve tries hard not to wallow in what he might be losing today. What he lost because he’d been too greedy with want.

The sight of a brown van parked roadside yanks him from his thoughts. Eddie’s van. Steve’s stomach turns, nerves gnawing faster. He slows, trying to catch eye of the other boy as he rolls to a stop behind the van. The sun is beginning to dip closer to the horizon, the temperature going with it.

At the same time, they see each other; Eddie’s head popping around the raised hood to see who had stopped, right as Steve pops his door. Eddie retreats in an instant. Steve's chest grows a bit tighter.

Gravel crunches underfoot as Steve takes a few wary steps closer. It doesn’t take more than a couple before Eddie calls out. He doesn’t bother poking his head out again.

“Go away, Steve.”

Steve swallows thickly. Yeah, okay, he deserves that. He deserves probably worse than that. But more importantly than that, Eddie deserves to hear this. And Steve... needs to not lose Eddie.

“Can I… can we talk?” Steve asks, taking a couple steps closer. A car whizzes by on the road, hidden from Steve's view behind the van. He still keeps his distance, hovering. His hands clench nervously at his sides. Steve shoves them deep in his jean pockets, wiping the sweat off them as he goes.

“What part of ‘Go away’ isn’t clear enough for you?” Eddie snarks back. He still doesn't stick his head out, still won’t look at Steve. It stings.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Steve starts, another instinctive step forward taken. “I-I just, I shouldn’t have left like I did last night. I wanted to apologise.”

There’s a clattering from behind the hood like Eddie’s dropped a tool. He swears. Steve wants to take another step, wants to see Eddie — wants to read every emotion and apologise for causing any of the ugly ones.

“Well, apology accepted,” Eddie responds. There’s a bite in his words. His next words are grumblier, quieter. “And message fuckin’ received.”

What? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That—” Finally, Eddie steps away from the van, rounding the hood to march up to Steve. His arms cross over his chest, a wrinkle set between his brows that pull his face into a glare. Robin was right; he is off. This isn’t normal Eddie. Fuck, Steve had fucked up bad.

“That means message received, Steve.” Eddie seethes. He uncrosses his arms to gesture wildly. Steve misses the wobble in his bottom lip. “Message received loud and clear! I get it!”

And all Steve wants to ask is: get what? He doesn’t ask that. He should know what. That would be an idiotic question, would make Eddie more irritated. Lord knows, Steve has been enough of a fool in the last day. So, he doesn’t ask.

“Look, I just…” Steve starts, words a bit weak. They die in his throat as he tries to recall a single apology he had practiced all day and comes up empty. “I’m just- I just wanted—look, I’m sorry I took your first kiss!”

It’s not exactly what he means to say, but Steve certainly is sorry for it. Eddie’s expression wavers, some anger slipping away. Confusion takes its place.

“What?” Eddie says with a tone of bafflement. “What are you talking about?”

“And I’m sorry I kept… kept asking for more.” Steve continues on, pulling on the thread inside him, connected to the terrible stone he swallowed earlier. He tugs it. Hopes pulling it will unravel the guilt sitting heavy in his stomach.

Steve scrunches his eyes shut and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I know, okay? I know that I can be a lot.” He sighs and drops his hands.

“But I didn’t mean to… shit,” He wrenches his eyes open. Eddie’s a bit wide-eyed now, brown eyes watching him intently. Steve doesn’t know what expression he’s wearing, can’t tell if it’s good or worse. He continues, soft words scraping out his throat.

“I didn’t mean to be like that with you.”

Eddie searches Steve’s face, eyes darting and wild. He licks his lips. His hands are in motion, fingers twisting rings, quick and fast. It’s a nervous action.

“What do you mean by ‘like that?’” Eddie asks, voice gentler. It's lost its snarl from before.

Steve blinks, a scrape of teeth worrying his bottom lip. He murmurs his admittance lowly, just one word, “Selfish.”

Eddie doesn’t try to hide his surprise; it ripples across his face in a wave. Confusion melts away into something closer to, Steve hopes desperately, relief. Steve can feel his own heart thudding hard inside his chest — can feel the beat it skips when Eddie steps closer.

“Steve?” Eddie says, sounding unlike himself. Steve’s never heard his voice that small. He nods, wordlessly. Eddie searches his face once more — wide brown eyes scanning and devouring. Steve can’t help but do the same.

He drinks in the details of Eddie’s face; the soft scruff along his top lip, the darkness of his lashes and the way they kiss in the corner that Steve adores. The pink of his lips. The familiar ache to kiss Eddie surges up within him, still as violent and strong as it had been the night before.

Steve should really stop looking at Eddie’s lips. He’s supposed to be apologising. He drags his eyes up and meets Eddie’s gaze full-on, prepared for whatever he might say. Except, he’s not expecting him at all to say;

“Can I... try this again?” It comes out a ragged breath, Eddie's scared eyes conveying the weight behind his words.

And this time Steve doesn't even need to ask what because he knows. Because Eddie's hands are reaching up and holding either side of Steve's face so gently. Steve can't recall a time he's ever been held so softly. His own hands come up slowly, draping around Eddie's wrists to hold them, to keep them there.

Eddie's thumb traces. It draws a sweet line of that familiar fire beneath Steve's skin along til it's settled on Steve's bottom lip, resting. The blood under Eddie's thumb thrums, gloriously warm, aching with want. Yes. Steve thinks. Yes, yes, yes.

"Yes, please." Steve breathes, so sincere the words comes out as a kiss against Eddie's thumb.

So, Eddie kisses him.

now with a part four !

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#EHEHE SORRY I CANT RESIST A LITTLE BIT OF MISCOM ANGST #MORE SWEETNESS COMING THO!!!#on god eddie needs his hickie #and im gonna GIVE HIM ONE #AND SO MUCH LOVE!!!!!!#BEST BOYS NEED TO BE HAPPY IN LOVE!!!!#maybe one more part :)#i had only one more idea for the can i's and i BET u can guess what it might be <3 #and it needs to draw back to touch cos that was the POINT of this fic originally #IM ALL BOUT PARALLELS BABEY #hope u find this delicious #gay ppl in my phone... this for u #can't wait to write the relieved kisses w the 'YOU THOUGHT WHAT???'#they're such goobers <3 #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #can i series #HOW MANY CAN I'S CAN U SPOT THIS TIME !!!#ruby writes steddie #steddie angst #steddie fluff #uhhhh don't flop challenge #or do flop. i can't control the masses #hopefully this hits the brainrot just right

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findafight · 8 months

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Robin chose Steve. Robin made the conscious and deliberate decision that she could and would trust Steve. She already liked him! She had fun working and bantering with him! They were already on their way to being weird little bffs and the torture just expedited the process. Steve chose Robin just the same! He thinks she's fun and cool and likes her so much! He chose to be honest and open with her too, putting himself out there.

Even though their interests on the surface level don't match why wouldn't they share them? Steve clearly caves when Robin wants to watch a movie he doesn't think he'll like, Robin can watch a March madness game or five.

Stop trying to take away their bond oh my god people can be close to more than one person!!! Their best friend doesn't have to be dismissive or mean or whatever in order for a romance to be special to them!

#if i have to see another fic or whatever that makes it seem like robin doesnt give a shit about what steve likes and talkes about im going #to scream and maybe even rampage #its nice to sit down and have someone who knows explain who the players are and what the stakes for this particular game!!#just because yall seem to not think anyone can be nutral towards sports doesnt mean people aren't #literally why is it so hard to believe robin would like to hear steve talk as much as steve likes to hear her talk #i am so close to telling some steddie shippers to not look at steve or robin or their friendship because some of yall do Not get it.#its like you can see them go 'have to make sure eddie is the most perfect specialest boy for steve...well that means robin doesn't Get Him '#or 'robin ignores him/dismisses his interests/isnt told everything happening in his life' like okay dont ever touch them again thanks #robin is steves specialest sunshine cupcake goober girl. steve is robins bestest happy times sweet funnyman. dont u dare take that away.#omce again tsgs longer than the post but ah well.#stobin #platonic stobin #robin buckley #steve harrington #stranger things #finda's rambles #steve and robin #this is a scheduled post just to jazz things up i guess #but seriously some of yall need to STOP MESSIGN WITH STOBIN

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Eddie posts a Tiktok when they leave the diner after Steve is confident that those girls will pass their midterm. He’s in the car like:

Eddie: Guess who had a *guitar riff noise* Good. Fan. Interaction.

Eddie: IT

Eddie: WAS

Eddie: STEEEEEEEEEEEEVE *zooms in and out on Steve’s face.

Steve’s in the passenger seat, holding their leftovers in a take out box. He looks amused but also a little embarrassed when he says, “Babe.”

Eddie: Alright, alright, we’re going to get ice cream and then going home so I can fuck this man (“Eddie!”) Peace out!

#Eddie: What? Do you not want to have sex?#Steve: Let’s just go home you… big goober #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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bound-vivisection · 11 months

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Goobers

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #goobers

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devondespresso · 10 months

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i love a stobin who are absolutely bonkers together. steve feeling like he can be goofy with her and robin releasing her inner weird tween girl thats been locked away for a millennium. Robin deadpanning steve when he says a bad pun or dad joke and steve deadpanning robin when she makes his bed inside out (blanket and pillows inside the sheet)(bob how did you get pillow cases inside the pillows what the hell)(your welcome for drawing the line at putting things in the mattress)

#stobin #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #qpr stobin #stranger things #let them be weird and wack and crazy #theyre a couple of goofballs. goofy goobers. silly geese.#they are both each other's enablers #devon thinks sometimes

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hotluncheddie · 10 months

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not to be strange and off putting but i think recently fired eddie should meet bartender steve and they fall in goofy goober love

and i mean like the SpongeBob movie

#u know what i mean?#and if anyone wants to draw it a mwah! for u!#u know the guy #the goofy goober bar tender guy #that’s steve #eddie is spongebob #steddie #steve x eddie #hotlunch #<3 #steddie au #ideas

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foggymanmartin · 2 months

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funky old designs r the best. so vibrant

anyways THEM the men the husbands the uhhh goobers

#my art #marvel #steve rogers #captain america #tony stark #iron man #stony #stevetony #when theyre goobers

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itzmshadow · 1 month

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Time steve trying on Sabres hoodie- PLEASE I LOVE COTTAGE DUO and this is defintly how Sabre would react he would be easy to tired to even process what he even walked into-

And Sabre in the looser boy pj fit

#favremysabre #steve saga #rainbow quest #favremysabre art #the steve saga #art #time steve is a goober

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cherrychilli · 10 months

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A/N: Feeling a wee bit fluffy. Reader's a teensy bit clingy.

Steve sending you flowers when he's out of town for a work conference. He's had them delivered to you after receiving your not entirely subtle messages about how much you miss him even though you're only spending a single weekend apart. The bouquet's bound prettily with silky ribbon and wrapped in layers of thick craft paper and delicate tissue paper. All of your favorites are arranged together beautifully; fresh, fragrant and full of color. When his phone begins to buzz as he enters his hotel room he knows it's you even before he's checked the notification. In the first string of messages, you're gushing about how much you loved the thoughtful surprise and in the second, you excitedly ramble about where you think the flowers might look best in your apartment - you're torn between your nightstand and your breakfast nook. Steve smiles fondly at the screen while sat on an unfamiliar bed, multitasking between unlacing his shoes with one hand and tapping out a response with the other about how he misses you too and that he's sorry he can't be there with you right now. His phone vibrates again when you forward a few selfies of yourself holding the bunch, face beaming with delight. He scrolls through them, smile getting wider at how happy you look until he nearly drops his phone at the last couple of pictures. You're posed on your bedsheets, sunlight filtering through your window, casting you in a wash of golden rays. You've shed your t-shirt, breasts exposed save for your nipples, carefully(teasingly) concealed with a leafy long stemmed dahlia held across your chest. You follow up the pictures with a winky message about how you're in the mood to be deflowered, uncaring if the message sounds a little corny or that you're no longer a virgin. When it came to Steve you knew is was pretty easy to work him up and quite the opposite to dampen his excitement, regardless of whether or not the logic held up. When he recovers you get a picture back of his hand cupping the thick bulge pushing up under his slacks and when your phone starts to chime a few moments later, his name popping up on the screen, you know you're in for a very interesting phone call.

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington #stranger things #i've written about working steve up with risque pictures a couple of times already but damnit i like it #i'm also cracking up at the thought of him being a goofy goober and matching your energy when it comes to the terrible puns #'feeling thorny baby?'#so stupid #i wanna suck his d!ck through the phone

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breadfacednerd · 7 months

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@mossolantern HAHAHAHA I DREW YOUR HOES TOO!! GET ART LOSER

#hellip meples #stevee benstr #goober ‘baby’ sipher #Shia lebeouf #Mary pyreth #collin clumbr #rory esther #Benn Frickel #homestuck #art #my ocs art

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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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Breakfast In Bed

Words: 741

Summary: the night after coming to terms with their relationship Steve and Eddie have a soft and disastrous breakfast in bed.

Square and Prompt: C1, breakfast in bed after their first night together

Warnings: just some suggestive jokes

Tags; below

This is just a small and quick Drabble I did, I just kind of wanted something small to write today (:

@steveharringtonbingo

Steve woke up the next morning confused, laying in his bed with his clothes thrown off to the side. He wasn’t fully naked but there was more skin on sheets then what there normally was. Sitting up he rubs his eyes a bit as he blinks a few more times. Trying to wake up. Tempted to go back to sleep, but the smell of pancakes was filling his room. Looking confused he moves to stand up. Only to fall back down with a wince as the night before comes back to him. Remembering the way he kisses Eddie, how he was dazed by the others cold rings against his skin, gasping out as the other bit a little harder then intended on his skin. They hadn’t gone further then boxers, both of them to injured to do any of that. On a good day Eddie fought to leave bed with his bandages wrapped around him let alone leave the room by himself.

The agreement had been that they would both keep an eye on each other during the nights. Not everyone was able to continuously babysit, that and the both of them felt very pathetic when it came to this kind of thing. Everything was new yet old in that moment. Waking up in a bed, with someone in the house was starting to be his normal. But waking up without said person next to his bed was uncommon. Their blossomed relationship was also new. So much change was happening that it was all a little overwhelming. Steve wasn’t used to any of this, and it was just a little much. In a good way. He wasn’t used to waking up with anyone around him, grown used to sleeping by himself for years now. Even through his nightmares. His addiction for the skin contact of one Eddie Munson was shocking. He’s making another attempt at getting up when he watches a very disheveled Eddie pushing a small cart with food on it to him. The plate was a mess, but assuming that the other had carried it up the stairs nearly gives Steve two heart attacks in one. One from the panic about the other possibly falling on his face and the other from the fact that he even did it in the first place.

“Harrington, you get your ass back in that bed. I didn’t spend twenty minutes fighting to get this up here just for you to want to eat it downstairs.” Eddies grumbling and huffing. Pushing the cart to the side of the bed as Steve smiles brightly. Playfully pulling the other to him once the food was set to the side. Moving and pecking the others lips.

“Oh? You didn’t have to bring the food you know? You’re a whole meal by itself.” He flirts teasingly watching the others face go a light pink. Before he’s slapping his shoulder carefully, “though what the hell were you thinking. You’re still injured Munson.” Steve scolds as the other shrugs sheepishly. Smiling gently before moving his hands to Steve’ chest. Acting like he was playing nice before he’s playfully shoving the other back into the bed.

“Now lay down, I made you breakfast. And I will force it down your throat if I have to.” Eddie huffs out as Steve laughs playfully saluting him.

“Yes sir,” he says with a soft laugh. “Not the only thing you can shove down my throat, is it munson?” He teases chuckling as he watches the other nearly fall on his face.

“Jesus, big boy. Barely have me for twenty four hours and you’re trying to jump my bones?” Eddie laughs as he moves two plates over. Setting one in Steve’s lap who beams. Starting to eat the cold food happily. Eddie sits next to him to eat his and scrunches his nose up.

“Damn it the food is cold, I’ll go warm it up.” He huffs moving to grab the plates. Earning a slap from Steve who’s already half way through his plate.

“I’m fine, can you grab me some orange juice?” He smiles playfully tilting his head and batting his eyes as he earns a glare from Eddie.

“No, get it yourself” he playfully huffs moving to waddle down the stairs.

Steve laughs fill the house and are heard down the halls as Eddie walks down the stair case. With a soft smile on his face. Both of them shamelessly in love.

Bonus:

Eddie does come up with orange juice but he’s some how found Steves old canteen from boys scouts and filled it with OJ

#steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #first night “together #they’ve been sharing a bed for months #Steve harrington and Eddie are goobers #but it’s ok I love them #this is soft and a quick Drabble

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