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screamed at my phone in public

Piece two for ‘Royal Pain’ @penny00dreadful’s incredible @steddiebang2024 fic - read the new chapter an a03

The enemies to lovers is really heating up over here, get it while it’s still hot!

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crying at how gorgeous this is, I want it tattooed on my eyeballs

The final piece for @penny00dreadful’s amazing @steddiebang2024 fic, which is now complete!!! Read the full thing on a03 or here on tumblr

Sam has been incredible to work with and if you love some good enemies to lovers homoerotic sword fighting you’ll absolutely love her fic <3

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Incorrect Steddie - 2/?

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Steve: Eddie is cute. I think I wanna marry him.

Robin, thinking about the night before when a slightly drunk Eddie was standing on the table and screaming that worms are just tiny, harmless snakes: Good, because I'm positive nobody else does.

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okay so I have this idea for an Orpheus myth retelling Steddie fic, but idk… would y’all be interested in reading something like that?

also if anyone would like to workshop it together or co-author, hit me up

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It's my birthday and I'm being self indulgent about it.

Ft. The only reason Eddie ever turns up for gym class

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No one:

Eddie when he sees Steve being great with kids:

this had me cackling y’all 🤣

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Eddie tells Wayne everything. They’re very open and honest with each other. Always have been.

Steve, on the other hand, does not talk to his parents unless he absolutely has to. If they asked him what his favorite song was, he’d lie.

So, it’s a bit of a shock when they’re back in Eddie’s bedroom, making out. Things are getting heated and Steve can hear Eddie fumbling one-handed in the drawer of his nightstand right before he mutters, “Shit.”

Steve asks, “What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says, pulling back a bit. “Just give me a second.”

Steve watches him slide off the bed, throw open the door, and practically shout, “Hey Wayne, do you got any condoms?”

Steve is so mortified that he dissociates for a second and then leaves out the window so he doesn’t have to pass Wayne on the way out.

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Rockstar!Eddie who, after rehab, returns home. Have support as he tries to make this time stick (he's also pretty positive Wayne will actually kill him if his assistant Nancy doesn't first). He's told to try some healthy habits.

So Eddie tries to be good. Decides he'd try yoga, cause that's the last place anyone would expect to find him (not that people recognize him much outside of his stage makeup and costuming).

And it's fine. The instructor is nice and takes pity on him, practically staying with him the whole time. Talks his ear off, but it helps distract him from the muscles he didn't realize he had that ache as he stretches.

His hands are flat on the ground, trying to do a downward dog position. "Hips up," a male voice calls. "You're not even an instructor!" The girl snaps, before lightly touching Eddie's hips to position him correctly. He glances up, ready to mouth off to the man but-

He's a fucking God on earth. A male Adonis. Truly a perfect specimen. Hair pushed back that Eddie wants to run his hands through. That tiny waist, slightly shown off in a muscle tank, oh God Eddie can see chest hair and a hint of abs and-

Eddie's hands slip out from under him. Face crashing into the floor. The startled yelp he lets out rivals the instructor's. He simultaneously can't feel his face and also feels way too much of it.

Eddie can feel strong hands grab his shoulders, carefully turning him, one large hand cradling the back of his neck for support. He peers up into the concerned, hazel eyes of the Hottest Man On Earth.

"Holy shit, you okay?" The man asks, fingers lightly touching Eddie's nose. He can feel it already swelling and blood start to come out of it. "Definitely broken," the man sighs and frowns down at Eddie," You okay otherwise? Lightheaded, dizzy, seeing stars?"

"I think I just fell for you." Eddie replies, causing the instructor to snort and laugh as the Loveliest Most Handsome Man blushes.

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STOP THIS IS SO CUTE I’M CRYING AHSHAGSGSHWHEHX

steddietoberrr

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Steve and bat Eddie for Strangetober

🦇💜

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Steddie thought: it's the late 80s/early 90s Corroded Coffin make it big and come out with an album where the cover is a close up photo of just Steve's spit soaked mouth with Eddie's ring and middle fingers shoved in. Eddie had the idea for it and he and Steve, who weren't even dating (Steve had a huge crush but Eddie wasn't there yet), were hanging out one evening and he tells Steve about his thoughts about the album design and ~somehow~ Steve volunteers to be the model for it and Eddie takes the photo that night. The image ends up being culturally significant, and Eddie and Steve are the only ones who know who is actually in the picture. Steve can't stop thinking about how wanted he felt and seeing the picture everywhere both elates him and makes him pine even more than he had before. Eddie sees the image all the time now, on shirts, billboards, and he cant stop thinking about how good Steve looked sucking on his fingers, and the trust and happiness in Steve's eyes as they gazed up at him and OH! Oh wow, he's an idiot, he's got to see Steve asap!

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from a fic i’m currently reading, but it’s too hilarious not to share

Robin: i mean, does Steve really seem like a relationship kinda guy to you?

Eddie: idk Robin, he’s been getting kinda domestic lately

Steve: *walks into the room wearing a ��Best Mom’ apron* y’all want some breakfast?

BYEEE 💀💀💀

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stevey's got a little liquid courage

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Okay, okay, but hear me out.

Rockstar Eddie Munson’s old bodyguard has just retired. The agency’s decided to send in a replacement - a very attractive newbie by the name of Steve Harrington.

Unfortunately, he’s everything Eddie despises. Prim and proper, overeager to do his job right, a real stickler for the rules. Eddie’s pretty sure the guy’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets the first time he sees Eddie do a line. Or down a bunch of pills with a glass of bourbon. Or bring a man into his dressing room backstage. Still, Harrington doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t break. So, of course, Eddie takes it as a personal challenge to traumatize the poor guy, going to extremes just to get a rise out of him.

That’s how he finds himself toeing the ledge on the terrace of his penthouse hotel suite, casually toying with his half-empty glass of neat whiskey. He knows Steve will come looking for him sooner or later, giving the room a once-over before they call it a night. And just like clockwork, Steve does.

“Wha-,” Steve starts, his voice slightly shaky, then checks himself. “Mr. Munson, what are you doing? This is dangerous. Please, step down,” he says, a sense of newfound authority in his voice. Eddie finds this new tone to be working a little too well on him, so he doubles down on his performance, mindlessly twirling around to face Steve, turning his back on the city below.

“Hey, come on. I’m not screwing around. You seriously need to get down.”

Steve takes a few steps forward, extending his hand towards him, never taking his eyes off Eddie’s. Instead of accepting the offered hand, Eddie settles for a scoff.

“No. No, I don’t think I will. Thanks, though.”

He downs his drink, careful not to lean too far as he tips his head back.

“Come on. Please,” Steve says, his tone slowly turning into something like a plea. Something raw. It triggers something inside Eddie, as he levels the man with a pointed look. He takes a deep breath.

“Give me a reason,” Eddie spits out, devoid of any edge. He watches the expression on Steve’s face falter.

“Because,” he swallows, his eyes seemingly searching for something on the ground, before lining back up to Eddie’s, “I was hired to protect your life. And I’m not going to fail. I can’t fail.” Steve’s gaze is stern now, but for some reason, Eddie feels like he’s witnessing the swan song of a stone exterior about to break. “Please. Don’t let me fail.”

Steve’s standing by the ledge now, his hands resting gently around Eddie’s ankles, as if to assure a solid hold in case Eddie decided to move. The way he’s looking up at Eddie, though, so vulnerable, so innocent… That’s going to leave a permanent mark on his brain. Eddie knows it.

“Eddie,” Steve breathes.

Eddie thinks he can almost see the breath being punched out of him, causing him to tip back, setting off his balance. This is it, he thinks, as his life flashes before his eyes in anticipation of the fall. His mind hasn’t yet caught up to the moment in which he’s being yanked forward by the front of his shirt, and hauled bodily onto the ground. It’s only when he feels the grounding pressure of another body on top of his that he comes to again, registering Steve’s face sporting a panicked expression almost too close for comfort. And for a moment that’s all there is. Sharing panicked breaths, sharing air. A hand comes up to cradle his face, then swipes over his forehead before traveling to other parts of his face in a series of hurried motions, checking for any signs of an injury. Making sure he’s not hurt. Making sure he’s okay. He brings his own shaky hand up, drawing Steve’s hand back to cradle his cheek.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” he manages to get out between breaths, trying his best to catch Steve’s erratic gaze.

Then he notices. Steve is crying. It’s the moment Eddie sees Steve’s façade break for the first time. It sends him over the edge, warm tears silently spilling down his cheeks, as he presses Steve’s hand firmly into his face.

“Never again,” Steve says barely above a whisper, his breath ghosting over Eddie lips, his tears falling onto Eddie’s face.

“Never again,” Eddie repeats with such conviction it sends a chill down his own spine, before gripping the back of Steve’s head and closing the distance between them.

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hurricane helene doodle page ⛈

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I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW 😭 THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS OMGOMGOMGOMG

More fic art? Yes, absolutely. This time one of my all-time favourites Exactly What It Looks Like by @bilbosmom-belladonna. It's cute, hot, and funny. What more could you want?