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hey gang been away for a while but I come bearing gifts!!

suprise it's Steddie (in 2025 even) !! first time drawing them but I hope yall enjoy ignore the bad handwriting though

I used mellon_soups ref for the idea, and I feel like most people would've put eddie as the feral looking one but I feel like steve deserves this as a treat <3<3

ALSO! should I draw more steddie/stranger things stuff (might mainly be steve because he's one of my favorites but like,,)

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I don't know why people don't seem aware of this, but going out of your way to step in and say "this does not apply to me because I am not part of this conversation :)" does not contribute to the conversation. If you're aware that you have nothing to do with this subject, you are allowed to just skip it. It's always morally correct to not step into something that doesn't involve you just to announce that it doesn't involve you.

"I don't need this advice for how to avoid contaminated meat because I'm vegan :)" that's nice dear. This information has nothing to do with what we were talking about and brings nothing of value to the conversation.

"I don't need this advice for how to stay safe in these spaces because I don't go to those places :)" that's nice dear. This information has nothing to do with what we were talking about and brings nothing of value to the conversation.

"I don't need to pay attention to these culturally gendered red flags because I don't date that gender :)" that's nice dear. This information has nothing to do with what we were talking about and brings nothing of value to the conversation.

"I already avoided this fun but risky activity because I didn't like doing it in the first place :)" that's nice dear. This information has nothing to do with what we were talking about and brings nothing of value to the conversation.

You don't need to announce that some situation, post, or piece of advice doesn't apply to you. Your perspective on such matters is not valuable.

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The Leaderboard

Written for the @steddiemicrofic April prompt ‘score’ | WC: 351 | Rating: G | CW: none to speak of! | Tags: Childhood, Pre-Steddie, Pre-Canon, POV Eddie

Eddie is going to lose his mind. If he doesn’t find out who the hell keeps beating his high score on the Berzerk cabinet, he’s going to lose. His mind.

Ever since the arcade opened a few weeks ago, he’s been spending hours after school there. As long as he’s home before dark, Wayne doesn’t seem to mind, because it keeps him out of trouble. He saves up his quarters from mowing lawns and carrying groceries, just so he can evade Evil Otto day after day. He’s gotten good—so good, in fact, that he got his initials on the leaderboard for the first time last week, and twice more since Monday.

The other day, he noticed another player’s initials consistently appearing there, too, always one slot over his own. Sure enough, they were there when he came in this afternoon: STV.

Flashing on the screen above his latest EJM. Taunting him.

Eddie glares at those letters. Clearly STV is doing it just to piss him off. He runs through the list of enemies he’s made in his year at Hawkins Middle School, trying to think of someone whose name fits the bill—another nerd with nothing better to do than hang out at the arcade—but he comes up short.

With a sigh, he inserts his quarter and starts from level one.

He flies through the maze, shooting robots with little green pixels. As he advances to the next room, and then the next, that bouncing smiley-face follows. He’s so engrossed in the game that he doesn’t notice someone sidling up beside him until a voice says, “I got next game,” making him jump as a quarter is carefully placed at the corner of the screen. Eddie feels heat rush to his cheeks as the intruder watches him play.

After reaching the GAME OVER screen, though, he grins as he adds himself to the board again.

“You’re EJM?” the kid says.

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Yeah, why?”

“My name’s Steve.” Pointing at the list of initials, Steve smiles and adds, “I always try to beat your score. It’s impressive.”

Eddie’s blush deepens. “Thanks.”

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What i f I told Tommy to fuck off?

"Hey," Steve's head lolls onto Eddie's lap with a thump, "what do you think if I told Tommy to fuck off?"

Eddie thinks he might dance a jig, take a shot of tequila, and then blow Steve if he'd let him near him. But that's not in the cards. They've been roommates for four years now, the two years they'd lived in and out of the Harrington House and the Munson Trailer before then notwithstanding.

"I think that you're full of shit," Eddie retorts, ignoring the warmth of Steve's head in his lap. Ignoring how easily his stupid head turns to lustful images of shoving his palm against Steve's cheeks and turning him face-down to use his mouth in a way that Eddie can only dream of on the most holy of nights.

"No, really," Steve insists, hazel eyes earnest and staring up at Eddie. "You keep telling me that I'm worth more--"

"More than a bastard that fucks everthing that walks and then comes begging back to you? Yeah, sure. I have some standards."

Steve scowls up at him, eyes squinted, "I have standards."

Eddie stares right back, unwilling to back down, "Sure you do, sweetheart." He sinks enough scorn into the last word to push Steve away but Steve continues to squint back. He stares at Eddie with such unwavering certitude that it's Eddie who wavers.

"Robin told me something," Steve says calmly. Head still in Eddie's goddamn lap.

Eddie hums, looking away from the intent gaze. Ignoring it. Ignoring every moment he thought was more over the past six years.

"She told me that I'm not imagining things. That I'm not stupid--"

Eddie interrupts, exasperated after all this time that Steve still thinks so low of himself, "Of course you're not stupid. You have to stop listening to Tommy - he's full of shit and talks you down so that he's bigger. But you're bigger, Steve. You're a whole shitting statue looming above the teeny tiny human he pretends that he is. Just forget him for Christ's sake."

"Not that you will," Eddie mutters even as he's annoyed that he had spoken so candidly.

"So you're saying that I should trust my instincts?" Steve asks, eyes burning and frame oddly taut against Eddie's legs. The television flickers in the background, casting blue shadows against the planes of Steve's face and all Eddie can hopelessly think is how desperately he wants to lick the sharp lines of it.

Before he can sink into the moroseness of it all, Steve scrambles up and Eddie grunts at the unexpected force as elbows poke at sensitive parts only for Steve's sweet, sincere face to be hovering over his.

Eddie stares up, lacking understanding and any idea of what to do next. The beautiful eyes staring back down at him are captivating, the pretty marks against the canvas of his skin enthralling and, in that very moment, Eddie's head is so blank that he can't be counted on to make a decision or recall one past decisive thought.

"Kiss me," Steve demands and an arrow pierces Eddie's chest so cleanly that he thinks he'll never breathe easily again.

"What?" he wheezes, but Steve simply nods resolutely.

"Kiss me if you feel anything for me."

Steve's jaw is clenched, Eddie can see, in the way he does when vulnerable and sad. It makes something in Eddie's gut tighten in sympathy. Because all he has wanted for years is for Steve to kiss him. To want to kiss him. But here Steve is, looking for all the world like he expects Eddie to push him away.

He'd never.

Palm raising shakily, Eddie cups Steve's jaw, bringing their lips together in a union that is soft and unsure.

Just as shakily, Steve exhales, brow furrowed and lips pursing in distress. "That's it?" he sighs heavily, sadly. Looking away and nodding to himself as if he understands a terrible truth, "I get it. And I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you to--"

Consumed by a sudden fierceness, Eddie surges forward, taking Steve's beautiful face in his hands and his lips in a passionate fusion. Their lips merge in a slick embrace while breaths combine, becoming one.

Drawing back with a wet schlick, a translucent ribbon connects their mouths before snapping away. Steve looks as dazed as Eddie, the both of them reminiscent of cartoon characters whacked over the head with rolling pins.

"I should..." Steve stutters.

The whole of Eddie's body softens, sure in that this is the moment. This is his moment and it's Steve's too. It's their moment to make a future worthwhile.

"You should tell Tommy to fuck off," Eddie says, hoping against all hope that Steve will meet him beat for beat.

Steve licks his lips, a smirk spreading across his delectable face, "Because you feel something for me."

Confidence fills Eddie and he smirks right back, "Because I feel everything, sweetheart." Steve's face brightens as Eddie repeats, "Everything."

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Fuck it, the Steve is bisexual because he ran out of women joke. Flip it. Steve fucked his way through the male population before he ever made it to women.

It was disguised as ‘getting ready for girlfriends’ but Steve was a majority of the boy’s first kisses.

Eddie, who came to the party late, had no idea about Steve’s queer past and assumes he is straight.

Hilarity ensues where Steve does not realize that nobody knows he’s not straight.

He’s flirting with Eddie and Robin is giving him the stink eye because she thinks Steve is playing with Eddie’s feelings.

Tommy, being Steve’s childhood friend, clocks the pathetic pining after being in family video for five minutes. He gives Munson the shovel talk because Steve was his best friend. Eddie on the other hand is just puzzled.

“But Steve is straight?”

“He did not seem that way when my dick was in his mouth.”

Eddie just stares at Tommy, slack jawed.

“Look, I was just experimenting. I don’t actually like men like that, Steve does and he’s all yours. But, you better treat him well, or else.”

Eddie nods, and Tommy leaves.

Eddie enters the empty family video again and screeches like a fucking hyena before jumping onto Steve. They both fall to the ground and just start making out on the floor.

Robin is horrified.

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Somewhere, in some universe, Steve Harrington is sitting on a lawn chair with sunglasses on, eating over -done steak that Hopper is grilling, watching young teens and grown ass adults running around like headless chickens looking for the Easter eggs he hid

(i.e. harassed into hiding)

Mike ‘I’m not a fucking baby’ Wheeler somehow got on the roof and is searching the gutters cuz last year Steve hid some up there, Will is on the ground with his arms out like he has a chance of catching him in case he falls

Lucas tapped out after being charged at by a squirrel (Max called him a pussy)

Dustin is stuck on a tree and everyone is pretending not to hear him yelling for help

Jonathan has been trailing behind Argyle, who is now sticking his hand in a rabbit burrow. They’re both completely blitzed.

Nancy and Robin are m.i.a (probably making out somewhere) after sneaking off under the guise of getting more colas

El has found the Golden Egg, which is huge and solid chocolate. She’s holding it like a proud mother.

And Eddie has Max locked in a duel with stick swords when they both reached for the same egg.

And yes, steve is jealous that Erica got to escape this circus to hang out with her friend Tina (he bets no one over there is at risk for rabies after having a stand off with a squirrel)

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thinking about the japanese racehorse who was such a failgirl she became a folk hero for losers

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Someone bring back Edward Elric his work isn't done yet

“ships should at least make sense.” no. ships can make sense, sure. but they’re just fictional characters we play with for fun. they’re fantasies, not a fucking thesis paper. so no, they don’t always have to make sense. they just have to make you happy (or horny).

let people enjoy (fictional) things however they want to enjoy.

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do you think the dc universe has a news site like the onion that’s just like…

“meddling parents still alive, preventing bruce wayne from adopting yet anther orphan”

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one of my trans friends added me to a discord channel called "egg group chat" and I was starting to get very introspective before I realised they're organising a group buy of eggs from a local farm

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I need to get into mobile game development so I can make puzzle games for middle aged moms. those women deserve better than predatory energy systems and weird fetish ads every 3 seconds. I could be the one to give them something better. I could give them a candy crush clone with SOUL.

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Eddie decides that he can’t stand another second of Steve Harrington looking like the saddest wettest puppy left out in the rain after he got beat up and had to quit basketball. He’s going to do something about it.

Steve, realizing that he’s suddenly being followed around by a bunch of weird nerds, is like, “No, stop it! I don’t need any more nerds trying to get me to join their club.”

“You already have nerds recruiting you?”

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/Eddie.exe has stopped working/

Steve heard everything, but he'll pretend he didn't ~

Part 2

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Cause of my insomnia number one:

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A multiplayer game that you can play with your friends which has an option of "you the dog now", where everyone in the game can vote on which player should be a dog. If everyone (or a big enough majority) votes for the same person, their player character is going to be a dog for the next round. They still control their character and can communicate, but can't do most of the same tasks and actions as other players can.

The game has no in-built purpose for this mechanic. You get to agree what you use it for - whether it's a reward, agreeing on a goal that determines who gets to be the doggy next time, or a punishment along the lines of "Trevor I swear to god if you fuck this up we're going to fucking dog you."