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I like writing steddie and sharing it on here. most of it is pretty short, but sweet. sometimes nsfw so pls pls minors dni.
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I think tumble ate my ask or I sent it to the wrong person (sorry to them)
But 😈 and 📲 for wip weekend pls!!!
…if u want to throw in a line for 🛌 too I won’t complain 👀
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Forced:
He's not really thinking about anything beyond can you go, can you go, can you please just go, over and over again, following the sticcatto of his quick footfalls. Go go go.
There's nothing else, just a black hole. Everything he'd felt when Steve had kissed him so sweetly, when he'd kissed back, when they'd—
It's just gone. Cut out of him like it was never there, because if it was then he wouldn't be able to handle it.
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Online Dating:
"Sure," Gareth says dryly, already giving up on that slice as a lost cause. Half of his attention is already back on the tv.
And, fine, Eddie is being a little dramatic. That's just who he is. Especially when tipsy, which he also still is. Eighteen is legal, it's not a bigger age gap than the time it took him to finish high school, and he's not a monster, they'd exchanged handjobs in his van before he dropped Nathan off at home. But something about the way Gareth says sure makes him pause and look down at himself and, huh.
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Sleepy Fullness: (for context, they saw each other yesterday)
"Long time no see," Steve says, still grinning. Fucking dork.
"Well," Eddie replies, and he's surprised to hear how even his voice is despite the way he can feel is heartbeat everywhere from the tips of his ears to the ends of his toes, "I know how you pine for me when I'm not around, Stevie. Had to come to make sure you keep your strength up, didn't I?"
And if that's not a blush on Steve's cheeks, Eddie will eat his own vest. Or would, if it hadn't been lost in the Upside Down.
When I’m reading smut and the author breaks the flow of the story so that the characters can tell us that they have enthusiastic consent it feels exactly like when Dora the Explorer looks directly into the camera and says ‘Seat belts so we can be safe!’ anytime she gets into a motorized vehicle.
“I mean, if looking like a dyke is the goal, you're nailing it,” Steve tells Robin as she holds the phone back to showcase her date outfit. “Change the belt, I think-”
He hears a throat clear behind him and spins around to find Eddie the bar manager standing behind him, a blank face and closed off body language.
“Shit,” he mumbles. “Rob, I have to go. I'll text you after work.” He hangs up on her and stuffs his phone into his back pocket. “Sorry about that. Hi, you must be Eddie.” He holds out his hand to shake but Eddie just looks at it. He lowers it, the sting of rejection biting low in his stomach. “Um. Harvey said you just got back from a tour? That's cool.”
“Mmhmm.” He sniffs. “You're on garnish duty,” he says, cold and succinct, before turning away.
It's only Steve's third day behind the bar but he'd been slinging drinks with Rachel the night before. Barback duties are beneath him, he's got six years bartending experience. He doesn't want to complain though, not to Eddie who hated him on sight, and not during his first week.
google show me this guy wet and whimpering
😈 & 📲 !!!!! <3
Here you go! Sorry it took me a bit to answer this, progress has been slow. I’m counting your backup ask as additional votes though. :P
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Forced:
When Eddie left Steve's room, he left the house.
Well—back to his room for clothes and boots, and then outside. Not even to his van; he just walks along the side of the road, nails biting hard into his palms. They may not live in a neighborhood that has sidewalks, but in the suburbs there are a thousand different paths to nowhere in particular and that's enough.
"Can you go?" Steve hadn't even been able to look at him while saying it, practically begging. "Can you please just go?" So Eddie goes. Skedaddles. Gets the fuck out of dodge as requested, and it's not running—it's not, not when Steve asked him to.
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Online Dating:
Gareth rolls his eyes and takes a bite of his own dinner, leftover pepperoni pizza. He hasn't even bothered to heat it up, the heathen. "I only turned twenty a couple months ago, soooo… fuck you too, I guess."
Eddie flips him off. "Like you could handle this." And slurps pointedly on his milkshake.
Snacking 🦇
🦇 Eeeee fruitbat Eddie!
fruit bat eddie my beloved!!!
Again all Eddie does is blink, his large ears rotating like he’s hearing something Steve is completely unaware of, and Steve has to remind himself that he probably is. He wonders, often, how much Eddie can hear. If the hum of electricity and the whir of their a/c is loud enough for him to register, how close Steve has to be for Eddie to hear the thumping of his heart. Then, cautiously, slowly, Eddie climbs from Steve’s chair, his arms and legs unfolding with a grace Eddie never possessed before, his movements silent as he walks across the carpeted floor. He stops at the foot of Steve’s bed, his ears pointed towards him, staring at Steve’s chest. “Ouch?” His voice is low, concerned, his face pinched in worry and Steve hurriedly shakes his head.
To go along with my last line tag game post, here's a little snippet of something I'm working on (I say little but it's roughly 500 words, jeez):
————— Steve has roughly five seconds, the same five seconds it takes to turn and look over his shoulder, before Eddie—in all his scraggly, limb-flailing, wallet-chain-jingling glory—comes speeding and barreling over the Family Video counter. The next time he blinks, he’s flat on his back against the floor, a Reebok squished firmly to his cheek, and a knee to his aching crotch. There are black spots in his vision as he stares towards the ceiling.
Then, a wild mane of hair cascading around him like a curtain.
Big Whopper malt ball eyes.
An impish grin.
Yup, he notes blearily, that’s Munson.
as above (insane in the head) so below (insane in the pussy)
Everyone wanted to be thicc but nobody wanted to be fat. Everyone wanted the dad bod but nobody wanted to be fat. Everyone wants fat mommy milkers but nobody wants mommy to be fat. Everyone wants to be a bear but not like, an actual fat bear. You get what i’m saying
Everyone wants the mistique of fatness or use the language of fatness to denote hotness without actually being fat or acknowledging that fat people or fatness can just be hot.
Steve will drop lore on Eddie in this ‘everybody knows this, catch up’ kinda way when it painfully clear that everybody absolutely did not know this.
Like, Eddie asks Steve to move his chair so he can slide passed him like three time in the middle of a party at the Byers and is being ignored. Finally, he’s like, “Ground control to Major Asshole. Can you hear me?”
Steve’s only notices him because he kicks his chair in the process and is like, “Oh, sorry, man. Gotta talk on my other side. I lost my hearing on this side.”
Which, great.
Eddie feels like an asshole but he can actually put that to the side because the whole table is just like, “…what? Since when?”
“Um…” Steve says, like. Yeah. This is common knowledge. “Two years ago?”
One time in the middle of the summer, Eddie is ogling the freckles across Steve’s shoulders at a pool party when Steve yawns. Eddie jokingly asks if teaching Robin to drive tired him out that much and Steve’s like, “Nah, I had a seizure this morning. Those tire me out for days. It’s so annoying.”
“Woah,” because Eddie didn’t even know that was something on their radar. Neither did Nancy judging by the whole plate of hotdogs she just dropped on the ground.
Steve causally mentioned that he didn’t have his appendix anymore a couple weeks after they closed the gate officially. Eddie asked when he had the surgery expecting an answer to be when he was a kid, but Steve gives him a weird look like, “Uh, couple weeks ago.”
“A couple - what?” Jonathan sputtered from across the room. “A couple weeks ago, we killed Vecna.”
“Yeahh???” Steve rolled his eyes. “And then I had my appendix taken out. That’s what happens when you’re stabbed.”
“You were stabbed?!?”
“C’mon, man. You were there. Keep up.”
Eddie is shut up mid-sentence by lips against his and, wow. Whoa. Steve Harrington kissing him right now and Eddie should definitely kiss back but, “You like guys? I’ve had a chance this whole time?”
“I’m literally bisexual.”
