#Scoops Uniform

[penny00dreadful]

Ahoy, big boy

Got my hands on some new art tech so of course I had to give Steve a nosebleed and put Eddie in his Scoops uniform for Halloween.

[travelingtwentysomething]

If he fuck me good I'll take his ass to red lobster 🦞

Did y'all know the Scoops Ahoy costumes eerily resemble vintage Red Lobster uniforms from the late 70s/early 80s?

It looks like they straight up color-matched those bitches.

[trashpocket]

platonic!stobin and what if: steve died in s3 and became a ghost to haunt robbie (and eddie can sometimes see n hear him too)

[grimweathers]

steve!

[hardboiledleggs]

Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson Part 2

Part 1 Here!

I could kiss all of you consensually on the mouth, you were so nice about part 1 I cried several times. Here is the long awaited part 2, which I am considering turning into a full length fic on ao3 so if anyone wants to follow me there here it is! Sorry it is so short! This is mostly a stepping stone for my plan for part 3. As always, if anyone would like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list or the tag list for this fic specifically, let me know below :)

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As a general rule, Steve considers himself a confident person. Unfortunately, there’s something about Eddie Munson that reduces him to a nervous, sweaty wreck with decidedly NOT perfect hair. Every time he pulls the now well-worn scrap of paper with Eddie’s number from his pocket, his heart rate jumps to an unhealthy level, and he stuffs it away. This has, of course, royally pissed off Robin Buckley.

“I mean, Jesus Christ, Steve. What is the point of getting a cute guy’s number if you aren’t even going to use it? I think I would have called him more than you have by now, and he doesn’t even have boobies!”

Steve crosses his arms and lets out a disgruntled huff. “Look, I told him some seriously personal stuff, okay? I doubt he even wants me to call him.”

Robin shoots him a deadly glare as she restocks the chocolate chunk ice cream, her stern look tempered slightly by her ridiculous sailor outfit. Scoops Ahoy is an okay place to work, all things considered, but Steve has considered reporting the ice cream shop to the Better Business Bureau for the uniforms alone.

“Why the hell would he give you his number, then? Please don’t be a dingus,” she snorts as she wipes an arm across her sweaty forehead.

“He probably felt bad for me, okay? Seriously. If I had told you that story, you wouldn’t be like ‘Wow, can’t wait to jump his bones!’ You’d think I was a pathetic dude with daddy issues,” Steve groans, flopping forward against the counter. His track record with guys had been, so far, awful. It was hard enough to be a bisexual man in the 80s, let alone in a small town in Indiana. One wrong move, the wrong word, and he could be arrested or worse. It didn’t give a guy a whole lot of confidence.

“For the record, I wouldn’t have wanted to jump your bones regardless, but whatever,” Robin says dryly. Her eyes are soft as she catches his arm. “Just don’t let yourself lose out on something nice ‘cause you’re scared, okay?”

Steve doesn’t look at her as he tugs out of her grip and starts organizing the spoons.

~~~

Eddie Munson has always hated places like the Starcourt Mall. There are always way too many people, too much erroneous noise, and the workers start to follow you around the store if you start touching everything that looks like it might be soft. However, even he cannot deny the hypnotic pull of a brand-new Tower Records shop.

Weaving in between soccer moms and bubblegum-chewing teenage girls, he skids around a corner and gazes above the heads of the crowd, trying to spot the Tower Records logo amongst the perms. Nothing catches his eye except a blue and red neon sign flashing ‘Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor’ across the mall. Figuring there were worse places to take a break and get directions, Eddie shrugs and fights his way through the crowd and steps into the nautical ice cream parlor.

The man at the counter has his back to Eddie, but upon hearing Eddie’s boots squeak on the linoleum he turns and begins to recite sullenly, as if from a drilling manual; “Ahoy, are you ready to set off into an ocean of flavor with me as your capt-“

Steve snaps his mouth shut when he makes eye contact with Eddie. In comparison, Eddie’s mouth is gaping like a beached trout, and he doesn’t seem to have the capacity to shut it, because Steve, “tattoo boy who he had moaned and whined about to Argyle for literal hours” Steve, is standing right in front of him in tiny shorts and a sailor’s hat and is that lip gloss?

His face is on fire, smoke might be coming out of his ears, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the shorts. Apparently, the Scoops Ahoy motto was “Serve ice cream and invade Eddie Munson’s wet dreams for at least a month!” Eddie shifts his weight from foot to foot, his discomfort growing as the silence stretches longer. It had been days since they’d met, and Steve hadn’t called once. Wayne had gotten so sick of him asking if he had any messages that he’d threatened to tear the phone out of the wall.

“Well, hiya Stevie. How’d that ink turn out? Thought I might get to hear about it after you left, but I think my phone might be busted? That, or my uncle is lying to me about not getting any messages.” There. False bravado. The tried and true method of any queer man about to get rejected by an obscenely handsome ice cream salesman.

“I’m sorry,” Steve blurts. His hands twitch, as though he wanted to reach across the grimy counter but thought better of it at the last second. “I didn’t know how to call you and… so I didn’t.”

His face is ashen, full lips parted as he breathes. Eddie thinks he might never see a more beautiful thing in his life, but he takes a step back, a false grin stretching his lips into a practiced and careful expression.

“Hey, man, no big deal. I misread things. It happens! You were darling, and I am well-known for my sweet tooth.” He smiles a real smile this time and holds out his hand to shake. “No hard feelings as long as you can point me in the direction of the new record store?”

Steve stares at his ring-clad fingers for too long before he turns and starts to wrestle with the junky cash register on the counter. Something snaps as he yanks it open and fumbles for the receipt paper, tearing off a sheet and beginning to scribble furiously. Eddie is just thinking to himself that this guy must think he’s too stupid to remember one or two sentences of directions when the paper is shoved into his outstretched hand. Steve has scrawled his full name and number in thin, slanted handwriting.

A bubble of hope rises in Eddie’s chest as he stares at the piece of paper in his hand. This isn’t platonic with a capital P. Or at least if it is, the universe is mean and should reevaluate how it operates.

“This way you can call me, because I’m a total chickenshit and am definitely terrified of you,” Steve declares as he gnaws on his bottom lip. “Or if I fucked it up that’s whatever and I get it. The record store is like 15 stores down to the right.” He looks like a puppy someone had kicked and left out in the rain.

“When is your shift over? Or rather, when will you be home and sitting by the phone?” Eddie asks in a breathless rush.

Steve’s face brightens with a shy but triumphant smile. “I’m off at 7, home by 7:15!”

“7:30, loverboy. I need a ride.” The pane of frosted glass behind Steve slides open, revealing a pretty girl in a similar uniform to her coworker, although her outfit isn’t having quite the same effect on Eddie as Steve’s is. Grinning like a hyena, she pulls a whiteboard out from behind her and uncaps a marker, putting a single tally in a column labeled “You Rule” that has thus far remained empty. Steve tosses a waffle cone at her head, which she ducks, before sliding the panel shut once more.

“7:30 then. Got it. Expect my call, big boy,” Eddie bows theatrically. He steps backward, attempting a suave exit, and spins around before he can say anything else horrific and embarrassing like “Need a skipper for your next voyage?”

As he is hurrying out of the shop, he hears a crash and a shout of “Buckley, you are so dead!” Eddie grins and stares down at the phone number in his hand, trip to the record store completely forgotten. Steve Harrington had no idea what he was signing up for.

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[fawcett-hairspray-club]

He’s too gay to function.

[little-bumblebeeee]

this could resurrect Eddie

[rogueddie]

Dustin hears about Murray matchmaking in S3 and tries to be like "hey sir, look at Steve and Robin. Aren't they such a great couple?"

But before either of the two can complain, Murray is grimacing, putting a hand on Robins shoulder and saying "sorry sweetheart, you're barking up the wrong tree with that one."

Robin gasps, turning to Steve and pointing at him because, "why didn't you say? In the bathroom - dude, I was so freaked out!"

"I'm not!" Steve insists, flapping his arms around in a panic. "I am not! He's getting us confused! He meant you! Right?!"

"Oh, boy," Murray tutts, rolling his eyes. "Let me guess; that guy you fooled around with is 'just a friend'?"

Steve frowns at his use of air quotes. "We were just friends. What the hell are you-"

"Oh my god," Hopper groans, trying to rub at his temples hard enough to rid himself of his growing migraine. "We can discuss this later! Let's move!"

As Steve, Robin, Dustin and Erica head out to the car, Dustin tugs at Steve's shirt to get his attention.

"What did he mean when he said 'just friends' like that?" Dustin asks.

"I'll tell you when you're older."

[plistommy]

billy and eddie taking steve to paris?…OR eddie getting bold while he’s high and just straight up telling steve to suck his cock OR steve looking to donate some of his clothes comes across his Scoops uniform and decides to surprise eddie OR billy jerking off fantasising about steve and eddie going to bone town with each other.

”You won’t believe what I just found.”

Eddie was face deep on Corroded Coffin’s new songs notes that he had been scrambling with Gareth for the last two weeks - Jeff and Freak not wanting to be a part of it this time - that he hadn’t even noticed Steve walking into the room.

”Huh?” Eddie answered, thumb resting firmly on top of his bottom lip as he rewrote view lyrics, making them rhyme better together and it was finally looking pretty good.

He let out a groan as he leaned back, satisfied with the lyrics and looked up to the doorway where he knew his boyfriends voice came from.

His eyes snapped wide.

Steve was standing there, hands on hips and a small grin on his face, but that wasn’t what got him shocked. No.

It was what he had on.

Which was the tight little Scoops Ahoy uniform Eddie saw him wearing in that ridiculous commercial for the now burned down Starcourt Mall.

He had been too much of a pussy to set foot in the ice cream parlor that summer when he knew Steve was working there and he never got to see the goods in real life before shit had gone down.

Until now.

And fuck was Steve wearing it well.

It fit like a glove on him and those tiny shorts were already killing him as it had his boyfriend's long beautiful legs on display.

He needed for Steve to turn around so he could see—

”Ahoy!” Steve exclaimed suddenly, voice high and sweet as it pulled Eddie away from his thoughts.

Ahoy?

Eddie immediately felt his cock getting hard from just that.

Steve was the fucking death of him.

”Holy shit…” he murmured, mouth gaping and Steve laughed at him as he walked next to the couch where Eddie was sitting. He leaned down to kiss his boyfriend's shocked expression, still giggling when Eddie didn’t react.

”You like it? I think it’s ridiculous, but I had to try it on when I found it from my closet. I can’t believe it’s been like, three years and it still fits. I’m not even sure if anyone would want this…”

Eddie was just nodding along as he slowly took Steve in, now so much closer than before that he had to get his hands on him.

He slowly tugged the shorts and snapped them against Steve’s bare thigh which made the younger boy groan.

”Eddie, what are-?”

”So this is the famous little outfit you worked in?” Eddie moved his hands up to Steve’s waist, tugging the hem of the blue shirt which made Steve huff.

”I wouldn't say ’famous’, but yeah… I looked so stupid, man. Like, I even had a hat, but I lost it. The only good part was that these shorts fit really well even though they’re really tight.”

Eddie had to bite back a groan as Steve mentioned the shorts. They were indeed very tight, but just in the right places that Eddie had to mentally thank the person who came up with these uniforms.

”Turn around.”

”What?”

”I said turn around, baby.”

Steve didn’t need to hear it for the third time as he slowly turned around, Eddie’s hand guiding him and stopping him when he needed him to.

Now he really let out a groan.

Steve’s ass looked fucking amazing. Don’t get him wrong, his boyfriend’s ass always looks amazing, round and perfect, but something about the way these tiny little shorts hugged his ass was fucking sinful.

Now Eddie really cursed at himself for not having enough courage to go and order some damn ice cream back then so he would’ve seen Steve like this.

He would’ve ordered something real special so Steve would’ve had to bend over to get it and Eddie would have that image of his perfect ass to jerk off to every night.

Or maybe he would’ve just taken him there. Ripped those shorts apart and bended him over the counter as he fucked him silly just to see his ass giggle with every hard and deep thrust he’d—

”Eddie? Hey, Eddie!”

Shit.

Steve was looking down at him from behind his shoulder, eyes big as he questioned Eddie, ”What is it?”

Eddie glanced up at him and down to the ass in front of him before a sly grin pulled its way into his face.

He squeezed Steve’s ass softly before pulling the other down to sit on his lap, arms wrapping around Steve’s body.

Steve let out a soft gasp, but relaxed into his arms as Eddie kissed his neck.

”You’re really something, sweetheart.”

Steve wiggled on top of him, a clear blush creeping up onto his face. He loved when Eddie called him pet names.

”And what’s that?”

Steve loved to challenge Eddie even if he knew he’d always lose.

”You come to me…” Eddie started, hands roaming on Steve’s body until they stopped on top of his bare thighs, ”in this tiny little uniform, acting all sweet and innocent, knowing how it would make me feel.”

A laugh. Steve’s laugh.

”I wouldn't know that. I just wanted to show you this…” Steve said, voice soft like honey as he slowly rubbed Eddie’s arm that was holding him in his place.

”Oh, you wouldn't?” Eddie chuckled and grinded his hips against Steve’s ass, making sure the other knew just how hard he was under his jeans.

Steve let out a soft moan out of surprise and immediately started to meet his movements, but Eddie stopped him.

”Is this how you serve your customers?”

Steve whined and pouted like a brat. He tried to wiggle around, but he knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere when Eddie wasn’t budging.

Not even a please would help him this time.

So, he pulled his best smile and turned to look at Eddie, eyes glossy with need, ”Ahoy, sir! Welcome to Scoops Ahoy! What would you like to order? W-we have banana split, popsicles, shakes—”

”Mm, that all sounds very delicious, but I think I’ll just get a regular ball, a chocolate one with a cherry on top. And…”

”And?” Steve grits out, voice heavy.

”And stuff it with cream. I want it full of it so it’s dripping down from the sides.”

He saw the way Steve swallowed back a moan and he took that as a big fucking win.

”G-great! That will be 4 dollars and 50 cents!”

”Here you go, darling.” Eddie purred into his ear and Steve closed his eyes tightly. He was really trying to control himself that it almost made Eddie feel bad.

Almost.

”Thank you! Here’s your ice cream with the e-extra cream and cherry. Have a n-nice day!”

Eddie finally let go of the hold he was having over Steve and Steve immediately went into action. He turned around on Eddie’s lap, hands finding their way into the other’s long dark brown hair as he tugged it back.

”You’re mean.”

Eddie grinned and squeezed Steve’s hips.

”You love it, sailor. Now…” He slowly tugged Steve’s shorts down and gave a little lick to his bottom lip.

”Can I fuck you in this ridiculously hot uniform? It’s killing me.”

”Oh you are feeling desperate, huh?” Steve pouted as he looked down at Eddie, ”How about how you made me act two minutes ago?”

”Baby, c’mon. You know I wanted to know what it was like to be served by you.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

”You could've just come when I was actually serving.”

”I was too shy.” Eddie confessed, not caring about it because he knew Steve would never judge him for anything. And he didn’t wanna lie, not to Steve. Even if it was kind of embarrassing.

Steve's face softened, so did his hold on Eddie’s hair and he gave him this soft smile, ”Oh yeah?”

A nod, ”Yeah.”

Steve leaned down and soon soft lips were on his and Eddie just melted into the kiss. He loved to kiss his boyfriend, it was his favorite thing ever.

”What would you have done if you came and saw me like this back then?” Steve whispered against his lips once he pulled back.

He had this hopeful gleam in his eyes that made Eddie feel all sorts of emotions. Good ones, of course.

”Honestly? Freaked the shit out…” Eddie answered and Steve laughed, ”but, if we’re talking about what I would’ve wanted to do… I would’ve bend you over the counter, right were the ice creams are and fucked you in front of all the customers. I would’ve made them know who owned you and who gets to touch you instead of them.”

If the loud cry from Steve wasn’t obvious, the boy on top of him was getting really worked up again. And Eddie was loving every second of it.

”Fuck, Eds, ah- you need to fuck me right now.” Steve whined out, grinding his ass down to Eddie’s dick once more and like Eddie had said before…

Steve and his stupid slutty Scoops Ahoy uniform was going to be the death of him.

[jonathanbyersphd]

Broke: Reviving a dead love triangle 💔 Woke: Reviving a teen monster hunting trio 💕

[distinguisheddingus]

Scoops Ahoy Steve >>>> Anything else in the world

[ty-the-trainwreck]

inside the fruity 4 apartment

Nancy, from her and Robin’s bedroom: Hey birdie?

Robin: Hm?

Nancy: Do you still have your Scoops uniform?

Robin, confused: Uhh….I don’t remember where i put it…

Nancy, coming out from the bedroom with the dom eyes: Aw, that’s a shame, i thought you looked really cute in it.

Robin while standing up frantically: STEVE WHERE IS MY UNIFORM.

Steve: Please don’t tell me you’re going to do what i think you’re going to do with it.

Eddie, while throwing a piece of popcorn in his mouth: Scoops Ahoy. Where the uniforms aren’t only for our employees, but for the horny gays of the world.

Nancy: Eddie understands!

Eddie: Of course I do! Isn’t that right Steve?

Steve: 🧍

(original idea by @jus-let-me-read )

[thidwickdoodles]

Speak no evil

Hear no evil

See no evil

And don’t try to translate Russian codes

[emily-mooon]

Jancy Weekend Day 4: AU

I’ve had the ocean on the brain due to it being summer, one of the teams for artfight this year is seafoam (which I love btw and hoping is the team that wins), and cause of my blogs theming, so I thought it fitting to draw them in a mermaid au! (that also takes place in the 19th century because I said so)

I’ve also just been itching to draw the ocean again. It was fun the last few times I did it and I haven’t had any ideas on what to draw in relation to it (until now)

[xzerosparrowx]

Fic Idea:

Eddie Munson working at a Burger King or MacDonalds in the 80s, with the little paper boat hat and polyester shirt. He has to wear his hair up and hide his tattoos with bandages if he's working the counter. He hates smelling like grease, but now he's able to buy the nicer soaps because at least the fast food industry is more consistent work than dealing.

He watches Steve from across the food court in his Scoops Ahoy uniform and wonders how the guy can make capitalism look so good.

They start giving each other their staff discounts, then they eat together during their lunch breaks, and then it turns into waiting for the other to finish work if their schedules mean they close up last.

[ickypuppi3]

i think it’s important to remember that steve does, in fact, have all that chest hair in season 3 so like

while billy could send steve into a gay panic over the fact he can see directly down billy’s fruity little tank top every time billy goes into scoops and bends a little ‘to look at what flavors they have today’ even though billy it’s literally the same every day and the menu is up there please can you just fucking order already, steve could just as easily turn billy into an absolute wreck simply by leaning over the counter and giving billy a peek at the good stuff

you know.. just a little food for thought