Would you like apples or bees?

eddie: *kisses steve for the first time*

steve: okay. okay. cool. i need to go run around the yard as fast as i can for 45 minutes. i’ll be right back

eddie, watching steve run: is that… good?

Wayne gets off work and finds some kid wandering around a parking lot covered in bruises and nearly in tears because he can’t get the lid off a bottle of ibuprofen, and just takes the kid home.

He never really gets a clear answer out of the kid about where he lives or anything other than being worried about pissing off Hopper and his head hurting, so he stops trying.

He puts the kid to bed on the couch, leaves Hopper a nasty voicemail, and then stays up as long as he can manage to make sure the kid doesn’t die in his sleep.

This is how Eddie wakes up a couple hours later to find his uncle slumped over in a chair and Steve “The Hair” Harrington asleep on the couch.

I’ve made a few posts about wanting a fic from the pov of the fbi agents that have to monitor the party but I think it’s really funny if Steve is the only one that realizes they’re being spied on.

Steve is over here telling The Party that their phone lines are tapped and the feds are pretending to be their teachers, while the FBI is sweating bullets in an electric company van outside because they can’t figure out what’s giving them away.

@emo-nova you’re so right.

Steve is telling Robin about how all their phones are tapped and she doesn’t believe him so he’s like, “Listen. You hear that clicking sound right after the call connects? That’s the feds.”

“I think all phones do that.”

Then the FBI agents tasked with following them specifically watch them leave Family Videos (unattended and unlocked) to walk across the street to the library where they used the phone. No clicks.

“Oh my god,” Robin says. “Oh my god, the government is spying on us. Does the government know I’m a lesbian?”

“Probably.”

And then ten minutes later when they’re back being bored half to death at Family Videos, Robin slides a piece of paper over to him that says, ‘think we can convince the feds that Vickie’s boyfriend is a commie?’

Steve writes back, ‘Yes.’

steddies child on tiktok doing the “my dad was the original teenage dirtbag” trend and all the comments are thirsting over him ofc but then there’s steve. this kids literally dad. going fucking insane and embarrassing his kid bc he’s just thirsting over his husband like “oooooh mygodddd i forgot holy shit he was so hot how did i bag him oh my god that’s my husband dude fuuuuck oh my god” and steddies kid just replies liek “dad if you don’t gET OUT IF MY COMMENTS” and it makes the tiktok go viral and everyone’s like “other dad reveal IMMEDIATELY” and so the kid posts pics of them together from the 80s and 90s and. the crowd goes wild. everyone and their moms are thirsting over this kids parents and they regret every decision they’ve ever made.

*also in the comments of the tiktok with pics of both of them. eddie is there freaking the fuck out over old pics of steve and he DOES cry seeing the pictures of them from when they were kids. he cries so much. he gets so emotional.

Two Truths I 1.3k I NSFW-ish

“How'd you get it to stay?”

“Soldered it into one solid piece,” he brags, cigarette caught in the corner of his smile.

“You're insane. I can't believe that was you the whole time.”

“It was Ronnie's idea, I just made it happen.” He taps his cigarette out in the crystal ashtray balanced on his knee. His legs are spread open, so Steve can reach the ashtray if he needs to. “I thought he looked very metropolitan with an earring. Chic even.”

Yeah, the gold hoop earring in the mascot tiger costume was ultra modern. Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. He doesn't give a shit about defending a stupid High School mascot over a harmless prank from five years ago. Eddie's antics are a thousand times more entertaining than any of his stupid basketball stories.

“You know what game you'd kill at?”

“Monopoly? Dog! I called it, you can't have it, I'm always the dog!” He nearly dumps the ashtray in his excitement.

“No, shut up. I'm the car anyway, duh. I was gonna say, Two Truths and a Lie. That's your game.”

“Hmm, never played.” He rolls his head around the back of the couch, his haphazard bun goes even looser. “Is it a drinking game?”

“Doesn't have to be. Just a guessing game really. You just say two things that are true and one lie and the other person has to guess which one is the lie. But it can't be like, ‘I have brown eyes, I have brown hair, in 1983 I helped defeat a monster from an alternate dimension.’”

“You have hazel eyes.”

Steve blinks for a second. “Yeah. But anyway, it has to be less obvious, is what I'm saying.”

“Got it. So, like, okay… My dad is in the penn for Grand Larceny, Wayne's only confirmed kill in ‘Nam was a poor defenceless monkey, and my favorite subject in school was Home-Ec.”

“Shit. I don't know if I want the monkey thing to be true or not.”

Eddie's dimples make an appearance. “My favorite was Theater. Home-Ec was a close second though. I made a pillow and used it to sleep through Algebra.”

Steve cracks a laugh. “Yeah, that tracks.” Okay, his turn. His life suddenly seems boring in comparison, even with all the shit he's been through. He used to be good at this game but he's kinda set himself up for failure here against Eddie.

“Dying of boredom…”

“Shut up! Okay, how about this… My paternal grandparents were from Scotland, I have a B.B. permanently lodged in my ankle, and my first three-way was with Tommy and Carol.”

Give this flailing drama queen a 20ft wingspan and he’s knocking everything over, taking out everyone’s ankles

Commission for the bsky giveaway winner @bebopbabyy 🖤✨

Eddie comes home from prison, and his sweetheart is waiting for him at the trailer — it’s been a what? Almost two years, and he’s hungry for Steve.

Buzz cut Eddie my beloved 🥺🥺🩷🩷

Wayne’s opinion on Richard Harrington is not good and his opinion on his kid is not all that great either. He didn’t forget all the times Eddie complained about the boy and his friends, no sir.

Eddie says that Steve has turned over a new leaf but Wayne thinks the kid is rude. He’s over at their house all the time and ignores Wayne half the time when he’s talking to him. Kid is eating the food out of his kitchen and can’t even give him the time of day?

He mentions it to Eddie once when Steve wasn’t around and Eddie, around a mouthful of Frosted Flakes, asks, “Did he have his hearing aids in?”

“What?”

“Yeah, he hates ‘em so he never wears them,” Eddie shrugs. “Can’t hear for shit without ‘em though.”

Well.

Now Wayne feels like an asshole.

Wayne knocks on Eddie’s bedroom door, gives it a second and then opens it. He makes sure Steve is looking at him before he says, “Lunch.”

Steve blinks at him so Wayne adds, “Come on. Out of bed. Day ain’t gettin’ any younger.”

Steve blinks again and Wayne thinks about maybe trying the signs Eddie taught him but every time he does, it seems to confuse Steve more.

Steve starts moving before he has to decide what to do so Wayne goes back to the kitchen, muttering to himself about lazy kids and hangovers. He can hear Steve drag himself into the room and when he looks over at him, the boy has a general air of misery about him.

Yeah, a hangover will do that.

He’s pouring tomato soup into a bowl when Eddie comes in from outside like, “Steve, what are you doing? Go back to bed. You have a migraine.”

And, well.

Wayne feels like an asshole again.

Steve Harrington front row at a Corroded Coffin concert, holding up a sign asking Eddie to be his first kiss. Of course, Eddie’s never been particularly strong-willed when it comes to pretty guys, so he doesn’t hesitate to jump off the stage as soon as he clocks the sign. But the entire time they’re making out (and trust me, they are making out), he can’t help but think how good this guy is for a beginner. And because Eddie is immediately down bad, he calls him backstage after the show and tells him as much, but the guy just giggles and says “Actually, that wasn’t my first kiss. I just wanted to kiss you.”

Thinking about Eddie driving up to the quarry one night to try and sell to the teenagers that usually hang around here,

But when he gets there only one car is parked and hidden behind the bushes framing the road.

A very familiar BMW with it’s windows steamed up.

‘Of course Harringtons getting some again. Lucky fuck.’ Eddie thinks as he lights a smoke, if only to warm him up a bit in the cold night.

Damn. From the condensation dripping down the BMW windows, they’re having no problem keeping warm.

Even from the distance it takes effort to not startle when the hand slams against the back window, creating a messy handprint on the white glass. Even from here he can see it’s a mans hand. Steve, he assumes. Jesus, whoever he has in that back seat is clearly getting railed practically through the seats.

He should look away, really. Knows that this is a bit fucked up. But…he can’t actually see anything. And really, Harrington shouldn’t have brought her out to the towns most known hangout. And its not like he was straining to hear, they were just SO loud. And…deep?

"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess

The Corroded Coffin boys know that Steve and Eddie are dating way before Eddie tells them because he starts using sports terminology during band practice.

Eddie's mid-speech, absently pulling his hair up off his sweaty neck to put up, when he sees Steve check out of the conversation, eyes drifting over his progress.

"What's up? You never seen a dude with a ponytail before?"

"Huh? No. I mean, yeah, maybe, but no, it's just..."

He gets up off his chair and, without a by-your-leave, takes Eddie's hair back down and starts carding his fingers through it. Eddie, seeing Jesus, Mary, and Joseph in that moment, says not a fucking word, just lets him do his thing.

"Huh."

"Hmm?" He manages despite the body-morphing, nerve-wracking, world-ending thing that's happening.

"I just never noticed... You've got real curls happening back here." He tugs on a strand, killing Eddie stone dead. "Not the Head & Shoulders and hot water fried stuff on top, like real, actual curls."

"Hey." He tries to drum up the right amount of offense but it's hard when his brain fled the scene thirty seconds earlier.

"Wonder if I could revive any of this," he mumbles to himself as he continues to catalog Eddie's hair situation. He's got the top half piled atop his head so he can study the 'good stuff' underneath at his leisure.

This might be the best day of Eddie's young life. Honestly, if he'd known Steve was interested in it this much, he would've pulled his hair half up years ago, showed off a little.

"Can I do a V05 hot oil treatment on you?"

"Baby, you can do whatever you want to me."

"What?"

"What?"

Some speedpaints

“Hi, Stevie. Missed you …”

Steve gets very well acquainted with hawkins general while Eddie is healing as he's wondering around when Eddie's busy (surgeries, physical therapy ect) and finds out there are babies that need to be held because they don't have anyone and nurses and doctors can't spend the necessary time to do it so he starts volunteering

Eddie is working on his mobility and was told to walk as much as he could but there's only so much walking up and down one hallway a man can take so he goes off to find Steve in the mythical land of babies (he'd heard about Steve's adventures because Steve came to hang out with spit up on his shirt once and robin complaining that it wasn't fair that all the cute nurses were obsessed with him just because he held a few newborns)

Eddie finds him swaying and cooing at the baby in his arms and man if he wasn't gone of Steve already he'd be absolutely done for