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Aww Eddie :3
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we've all seen head canons for Steve's parents, but I'm wondering who y'all would cast as Robin's parents. personally, I've always imagined Lily Tomlin as Robin's mom
Cast 👏🏻 Ethan 👏🏻 Hawke 👏🏻 As 👏🏻 Mr 👏🏻 Buckley 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
too easy. they should just give Maya a ridiculously large fake mustache and call it a night
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big fan of steve calling eddie out for his high school bullshit. all that ranting and raving about forced conformity just to hate all jocks? like, steve, who tries his actual hardest to be better than he was in high school, is going to throw hands if eddie says one more thing that reinforces the dumb jock stereotype in the kids' minds.
like i just imagine eddie stopping someone from joining hellfire because they were on the basketball team or tripping someone in the hallways because they were wearing their letterman.
i need steve to take eddie by the shoulders and tell him that yes, eddie was bullied in high school, but he was also a bully and i think that eddie's prejudice is a topic we need to look more into. like, i have no doubt that eddie would make sure steve knows that he's not dumb, but i need wayne to be watching sports on tv which causes eddie to be like, "I can't believe you watch that shit. just a bunch of dumb jocks tossing balls into laundry baskets." and instead of just leaving, i need to see steve go, hey man, not fucking cool? like let people have their interests.
every time steve calls eddie out in a fic i go nuts for it. do i think that steve would have more emotional responses to some things? absolutely. do i also think that king steve, bitchy steve, would put eddie in his place? yes, yes i do. that is a hill i would die on.
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fic where steve already knows he's bi but robin keeps trying to tell him. steve's known he's had a crush on eddie for months at this point but today just happens to be the day where eddie walks in during a slow shift at family video and robin looks up at the perfect moment to catch steve's soft, dopey smile.
and in that moment, robin connects the dots. the music in steve's car being just love songs on loop. steve walking into work in a lovesick haze. steve going out of his way to work his schedule so he could always be the one to pick the kids up from hellfire.
oh.
oh.
eddie ducks into the horror section, and robin throws her full body weight towards steve, who yelps not unlike a stray cat.
"you like eddie," robin hisses.
"yeah, no shit!" steve reaches for the collar of his polo like he's clutching imaginary pearls. "jesus christ, robin, what the fuck."
ignoring him, robin continues. "no, steve," she says, soft look on her face, "you like like him."
steve frowns, nodding slowly. "i-i know that, robin. we're not in third grade anymore, you can say 'crush', it's not going to give you cooties," he says, frown falling to reveal a teasing look.
"wait, what?"
"robin, did you...?"
they stare at each other intensely for what could perhaps be aeons.
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME-"
"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU-"
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Always trying to bring home wild animals 🤭
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“You’re so fucking pretty,” Steve mumbled against his lips, nipping at the bottom one, “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”
“I am?” Eddie panted. He wasn’t looking for more flattery. Eddie legitimately thought he’d heard him wrong.
“Well you would know, wouldn’t you?” Steve laughed, moving to kiss along the line of his jaw, “I highly doubt I’m the first guy you’ve driven insane.”
“Actually, you kind of are,” Eddie blurted out, like a fucking idiot. His self-loathing only getting worse when Steve actually stopped.
He pulled back, genuinely confused when he asked, “Huh?”
God, why was Eddie so good at ruining things?
“I haven’t- I’m not- I won’t be the best at this because-”
“You’re a virgin?” Steve asked, cutting right to the crux of it.
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Written for @steddiesportsau.
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Prompt #1: Friday Night Lights | Word Count: 2771 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Pre-Steddie, S2 Canon Divergence/Mild AU, Football Player Steve Harrington, Hawkins High School Football, Let It Be Known: Eddie Munson Did Not Sign Up For This Willingly
It was only supposed to be an unfairly issued punishment for a bullshit charge of attempted destruction of school property. The old, if you want to mess with the school's footballs so bad, then maybe you should be on the team nonsense that only a smooth-brained coach could cook up.
An ultimatum to either suck it up and accept the forced task of throwing practice passes to the JV losers, or be suspended, all but guaranteeing himself a third senior year. All because Coach Watkins saw Eddie snag a football from one of the asshole jocks, cock his arm, and send it flying into the trees in a nice spiral Uncle Wayne had taught him as a kid. Back before it was quite so blatantly obvious that sports weren't gonna be an interest in his life.
Now, months later, he's having a helmet shoved on his head mid-game because Carver, the asshole starting quarterback, is being carted off the field. Knee blown out.
Two minutes ago, Eddie was reading a book on the bench. Now, Steve Harrington is pulling Eddie's jersey off his back, shoving a pair of pads into them, before demanding he put his arms up.
He does, not sure what other option he really has at this point. Harrington yanks the jersey down over his head, settling the pads onto his shoulders, then slides his hands under Eddie's jersey. Eddie hears the click, and feels Steve yank them tight. Too tight.
They're not really gonna make him play football in an actual game, are they? That's absurd.
"You should've been padded up," Harrington says, and then pats Eddie's thighs. Eddie is wearing his bottom pads, but if he wasn't, would Steve Harrington try to strip his pants off him too? "Why weren't you dressed out?"
"Uh, I don't really play," he starts, but Steve Harrington, the only remaining captain on the field, is too busy dressing him before they have to resume play.
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It's autumn now so here is Steve in a sweater vest 🍂
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make it three
written for the @steddiemicrofic april prompt score
wc: 351 | rated: M | tags: implied sexual content, established relationship, just silly boys being in love
“And that’s two,” Steve declares proudly as he slumps down beside him, wrapping one arm around Eddie’s middle and nuzzling the spot beneath his ear, cuddly and sweet and a little out breath from-
“Really? You’re keeping score? Jesus, baby. I didn’t know this was a competition.”
Eddie tries to sound offended, but he’s too giddy to keep up the act, feels a fit of giggles bubbling up from somewhere deep down, coming up in ripples and breaking through his parted lips.
A moment ago, he was coming down from a mind-blowing orgasm – the second one tonight, but seriously, who's counting? – still a little dozy and with his head floating in blissful nothingness, cozied up in the cocoon of their shared body heat. Now, he feels wide awake, bursting with overwhelming happiness and love, and it’s all Steve’s fault.
“You’re the worst!”
“Hm, funny,” Steve says through a smile, all smug and self-assured, “That’s not what you told me a minute ago. Pretty sure I heard the word perfect a couple of times.”
His lips are shiny with spit and cum, and he looks so pretty like this, Eddie can’t not kiss him. Grabs him by the back of his neck and brings their mouths together. Tastes himself on Steve’s tongue when they clash in a violent dance, slick and filthy and wonderful.
“Because you are. Perfect, I mean.”
He seals his words with gentle kisses against salty skin, and Steve lets out a soft moan at the praise. Makes these beautiful sounds Eddie can’t get enough of.
“You’re so perfect, baby. Can’t believe that you’re mine.”
Eddie doesn't resist when Steve shifts and pulls him down on top of him, giving him free reign to explore his body with eager hands and lips.
He’s soft where Steve is hard, but that doesn’t stop him from grinding his hips, desperate and teasing. Chasing the prickling sensation of rising pleasure to counter the coiling need for more of his boyfriend’s love.
He doesn’t care how long it’ll take; they’ve got all night.
“Wanna see if we can make it three?”
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Written for @stobinmonth.
Broken Halos Never Mend
Prompt #29: Final Girls | Word Count: 7.4k | Rating: M | CW: PTSD, Past Violence, Mentions of Sex | Relationship(s): Platonic Stobin | Tags: Final Girls AU, No Upside Down, Survivors, Self-Imposed Isolation, Platonic Stobin, Scoops Troop Forever, Hurt/Comfort, Damaged, But Together, Happy/Hopeful Ending
Full fic available here on ao3.
Excerpt below:
Robin checks the locks.
One, two, three, four, five.
Each is deadbolted tight, but she goes through the routine anyway. It's second nature, a well-oiled system by now, and she won't feel secure until she's done it.
You don't survive without learning to protect yourselves, and that's what they've done. The two of them, alone, cut off from the world. Because nobody else is safe. Nearly everybody they've ever trusted, ever loved, is gone, long gone. Some by death, others abandoned without a word because they love them too much to stay anywhere near them.
Robin thinks they must be cursed.
She hears the three taps on the last basement step. Shoe striking wood, thump, thump…thump, before the footfalls start to signal his ascent.
Steve, giving their secret code, even if she already rationally knew it was him. She watched him carry the laundry basket down the staircase. But basement stairs are a trigger these days, so they've adapted. They had to, unless they just never wanted clean clothes. That's where the washer and dryer hookups are.
Of course, that means Steve gets to do all the laundry. She's not devastated by this.
He does the laundry and she waits at the top of the stairs in the kitchen. The furthest they are ever apart these days.
This place was perfect. Surrounded by trees, high in the hills, double gated, and far away from everything and everyone.
But. It had a basement.
Robin doesn't do basements.
Not now. Not ever again.
Continue reading HERE on ao3.
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listen to i wont hurt you by the west coast pop art experimental band ok
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April Fools pt3
I cant do the same indented formatting bc im on mobile sorry
laughing kiss | G | 100 | Steddie
"This is stupid."
"You're stupid."
"I think the whole point here is to be stupid," Steve reminds them, but gets shushed by Eddie, who's painting his face.
"And I think..." he trails off, filling the blue triangle under his eye. "You make a gorgeous clown."
"Thank you," Steve easily melts, his blush hidden under the white paint. "Wish I could kiss you." He pouts, but it's ruined by the smile painted on his face.
Eddie hums thoughtfully.
"Well, we could..." He puts Steve's nose on and presses his own against it, squashing them together. Steve laughs.
"You guys are disgusting."
cop car | T | 100 | Steddie-ish
“Munson.”
“Officer Harrington.”
“What are you doing here?”
Eddie takes a pointed look left and right, at the dark vastness of nothing around them.
“Taking a relaxing stroll.”
“Yeah? So you’re good and I can leave you here?” Harrington raises his eyebrows.
Eddie’s bravado falls off his face.
“I’d love a ride, actually.”
The cop smirks at him, making his stomach turn.
“Bet you do. Hop in. No, the front.”
Eddie widens his eyes but hastily rounds the car.
“I never rode shotgun in a cop car. I’m usually in the back,”
“Don’t get used to it. Seatbelt.”
“Yes, sir!”
whoopie cushion | G | 99
“Why do you have so many?”
“They are personalized.”
“No they’re not.” Steve looks in horror at all the whoopie cushions surrounding him. They are different colors, but it’s just how they come, right?
“Uh, yeah. The red one? Gareth.”
“Why? Steve eyes it with distrust.
“He looks good in red.”
“He’s not going to wear it!” He throws his hands in the air. “Do I have one too?”
“Mhm. The pink one.”
“Why?” Steve narrows his eyes.
“Press it.”
Tentatively, he does. And gets a puff of glitter all over his polo.
At least they’re in Eddie’s room.
Court jester | G | 100 | Steddie-ish
“I regret everything,” Steve whispers earnestly to his friend.
“You know, I think at this point you’re encouraging him. What else did you think would happen?” Robin raises her eyebrows, unimpressed.
Steve opens his mouth. Closes it.
“I wanted to… Make a joke?” he offers.
“Well, how is that going for you?”
“My ears are ringing,” he deadpans, watching Eddie jump around in the jester hat he gifted him as a joke. Eddie, unfortunately, loves it and doesn’t want to hear about taking it off. “I know no peace.”
At least the crown he got in retaliation doesn’t make sounds.
April Fools | G | 99
As soon as Eddie opens his eyes, he’s ready to prank, his mind is reeling, he has so many knock knock jokes written down-- But why is it dark outside? He looks at his clock.
It’s fifteen past midnight.
“Fifteen past midnight April 1st, right?” he begs his clock, but the display shows him only the time. The tiny hall outside is dark and he barely knocks on Steve’s door before entering.
“Oh, you’re finally up.”
“What day is it?!”
“April 2nd. You got fucked up and slept through April Fools. Sorry, man.”
Eddie falls to his knees.
“Noooooooo!”
Tagsies: @blasvemous @wheneverfeasible @phantomcat94
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April Fools drabbles pt2
nursing home au | G | 100 | Steddie-ish
Robin doesn't even look up from her textbook. "It's your turn," she says to nobody, because Steve is already on his way to break apart the commotion he assumed was another scrabble discourse between two residents. But instead of flying letter tiles, he finds a man, looking extremely out of place. Guess Mr. Munson wasn't completely delusional about his famous rock-star nephew. "I'm not leaving!" "But I promised!" They argue, and the family resemblance is uncanny. "You must be the Eddie I've heard so much about." Eddie turns and, immediately distracted, looks him up and down. "Well, hello, Mr. Nurse."
(Eddie moved Wayne into a nursing home after promising he'll buy him a house once he gets famous. He does, but now Wayne likes the place, he made friends, and likes not having to cook. Wanting to keep his promise, Eddie eventually buys the whole fucking nursing home.)
too hot to cuddle | G | 99 | Steddie
"Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope," Eddie chants, kicking away the thin sheet that's covering his body. He rolls away from Steve, and keeps rolling, until he stumbles out of bed. "Eddie?" Steve mumbles groggily, wiggling his way to the edge of the mattress. "What the hell. Get back on the bed." Eddie straight up hisses at him. "No, it's too hot. Fuck off," he says, pressing his cheek to the wooden paneling of their floor, much cooler than his furnace of a boyfriend. "'aight. Suit yourself," Steve gives up on him quickly, taking over the now empty bed.
fake amnesia | G | 100 | Steddie
Eddie blinks his eyes open to the sight of Steve Harrington, gorgeous as ever, albeit looking worried. "What happened?" "You hit your head, baby. How do you feel?" "'Baby'?" He looks around. "Where am I?" "In our house." "'Our' house?" Steve frowns. "Baby, we've been married for two years-- Oh no, Eddie, don't cry!" "We're married and I've forgotten?! I can kiss you and I just forgot?!" As they start kissing, the kids sitting outside groan. “I told you this prank wouldn’t work!” “I don’t know, it’s working pretty well for me.” Steve flips Dustin off. They aren’t even dating.
principal's office | G | 100 | Steddie-ish
Eddie expected to find a lot of things In the principal's office. Contraband, for starters. Badly hidden booze. A janitor or Mr. Higgins at worst. Not Steve Harrington. "The fuck are you doing here?!" he whispers heatedly. "The fuck are you doing here?!" "Getting my lighter back! You don't even go here anymore!" "My stupid friends got their walkies confiscated," Harrington murmurs. Eddie is stunned for a second, but then remembers they should be in and out. "Okay, whatever, let's just get the stuff and dip." As their hands touch reaching for the contraband, Steve asks: “You doing anything after?”
"i got you!" | G | 100 | Stobin
"I got you!" "Oh no, you got me," the fae in his net deadpans. "Whatever will I do." The man holding her frowns. "You could act a little more distressed, you know?" he says, reaching for a prepared fairy jar. "Why would I be distressed. My friend is going to get me out." The man snorts in surprise. "Oh yeah I'm so scared of another fairy. I'm quaking in my boots." "You should be." As if on cue, comes the noise of rustling leaves and snapping twigs. Soon, a huge werewolf tears into the clearing. "Steve! Took you long enough."
my tagsies: @blasvemous @wheneverfeasible @phantomcat94
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It's April Fools at @strangerthingswritersguild and I'm cooking
Hi I'm queueing this for the time I'm starting my first shift at the new job so I can see some notes when I'm off ;-;
Prank | G | 100
"What the hell is this?" Eddie mutters something unintelligible. "Come again?" Steve crosses his arms impatiently. "A prank! It was a prank..." "And were you... planning to prank yourself?" Steve raises his eyebrows. "Because if yes, you're doing a great job." Eddie huffs, trying to cross his arms as well, but he wobbles and decides it's better to readjust his grip. "Didn't you feel pranked, Steve?" "With how distressed Dustin was? No. But you know who did? The fucking fire department. It took me five calls to convince them I'm not joking." Eddie sighs, hanging sadly from the flag pole.
Silly putty | G | 99 | Steddie
The sound of a slap against his desk pulls Steve from his thoughts. On top of his empty notebook, there is a glob of undetermined color, hues of orange and pink fighting and somehow, both losing. Steve looks around to find the culprit and without looking far, he spots the smug smile of the class freak. "The fuck is this, Munson?" He makes a face. "It's my heart," he 'whispers' loudly. "It's melting for you." Steve looks at it again. It does have a vague shape of a heart, slowly spreading. He sighs. Why is this working on him?
"Let's skedaddle" | G | 100
"Let's skedaddle," Eddie says urgently, but is met with resistance that yanks him back. When he looks behind, he finds a total stranger, looking at him with a mix of surprise and annoyance. The man frowns at the hand wrapped around his wrist. Eddie curses his friends who clearly dipped without him. He quickly looks around, spots the mall's security guard is paying for his lunch and about to turn around, and pulls on the stranger more insistently. "Sorry dude, you're an accomplice now, let's go!" As soon as they round the corner, the mall's speakers blast Master of Puppets.
Too much communication | M | 72 | Steddie