#and since it’s been a year since i last made a steddie comic figured this was the best chance to go again

[psychotic-nonsense]

What if Eddie didn’t hesitate?

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[lazylemons247]

Modern AU Steddie Halloween

Every year a member of the Fruity Four chooses a group Halloween costume but what they end up dressing up as is always a mystery until Halloween Day. The first year this tradition started Robin picked the group costume. And she made the whole group dress up as Mario characters Steve was Peach and Eddie was Mario. And boy was that an amusing Halloween for Eddie.

The only reason why it’s a mystery is because when the tradition first began. Since Robin was the first person to choose the group costume and in true Robin fashion she procrastinated deciding the group’s costumes and just ended up winging it at the last minute. And when everyone asked about the costumes she just told everybody “it’s a surprise” or “you’ll find out later.” But that’s a secret that Robin would take to her grave. 

This Halloween Nancy and Robin have decided to go to a different party. So they won’t be participating in the tradition this year. As a result the Fruity Four have decided to do two duo costumes instead of the usual group costume. And since it was Nancy’s turn to choose the costume this year. Steve and Eddie decided to figure out who chooses the costumes in the most adult way possible. By of course playing rock, paper, scissors to find out who will choose the costumes this year. 

“Ok, do you go on scissors or shoot?” Steve asked inquisitively.

“I go on scissors,” Eddie replies.

“Who the fuck goes on scissors?” Steve asks while scrunching his face and glaring at Eddie.

“Whatever man, why even ask, let’s go on shoot then.”

“Alright rock, paper, scissors shoot,” Steve says.

Steve plays rock and Eddie chooses paper. Eddie wins.

“Two out of three,” Steve insists.

Eddie chooses paper and Steve chooses rock. Eddie covers Steve’s fist with his hand.

“Four out of six?” Steve asks  

“Don’t be a sore loser Stevie,” Eddie teases while lightly shoving Steve, “besides you know I’m going to pick amazing costumes for the both of us.”

“Yeah, okay, Munson, just don’t pick anything too weird.”

“Oh Harrington, have you even met me? ‘Weird’ is my middle name.”

“Okay Munson,” Steve says curiously. 

So since Eddie won he gets to pick the costume this year and boy is he stoked. He’s been pondering on what he’d make everyone dress up as since the tradition began. But since Nancy and Robin are canceling he’s going to have to change up his plans. He didn’t want to make the costumes too weird or nerdy because then nobody would know what they were dressed as. But he also didn’t want to make it too basic because it would be mortifying to see someone else dressed in the same costume at the party. So he decides to go for a DC Comics duo costume. Sue him, he's not that creative and he’s low on time. Although he has taken the creative liberty to at least modify the costumes so if someone does dress the same as them their costumes will be a little more innovative to say the least.

Halloween Night

“Oh my gosh, Eddie!”

“Yeah, Stevie?” It takes him a second but he finally registers why he’s calling when Steve steps out of the room, “Do you like your costume?”

Steve comes out of Eddie’s room dressed in a white and red crop top and some of his chest hair is showing. He’s wearing half blue and half red short shorts with fishnet tights underneath them. He has a half red and half blue jean jacket to match which is currently wrapped around his waist. Eddie dyed the jacket and put various patches on it. And for the costume Eddie let him borrow his black boots he also bought a spiked collar for Steve. And man did Steve look drop dead gorgeous, stunning, he looked delectable when he left the room. 

“What do you think?” Steve asks and his question comes out dripping with insecurity and that makes Eddie’s heart break a little. Eddie has to pick his jaw off of the floor to even reply to Steve. “You look absolutely breathtaking” Steve began to blush profusely. “You look incredible as well” then they both paused to admire one another’s costumes “We… sh-should get to the party yeah, Mr. J” Steve says in his best Harley impression. “Yeah we should get going, Harls.”

End of Pt. 1

[derryhawkins]

Growing Fame (4/??)

summary: A modern AU where the losers are semi-famous for different things, and when they all run into each other at a certain event, all of their fans go bat-shit crazy – wanting the seven to spend more time together. What they didn’t expect even more than that, though, was a well-known and mean journalist to write bad reviews on them all. Their growing fame could soon shrink, they quickly realized. warnings: swearing pairings: benverly; bichie; steddie; mike/oc a/n: I feel like this is short, sorry, but hope you enjoy anyway!

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 coming soon

The Three Way Skype Call

“I’m a f-f-f-uh-fucking good big br-bruh-brother!”

Bill was furious, to put it simply. Not only was it notable in his re-appearing stutter, but as well as his body language and facial expression. Rightfully, so too. He was a good older brother to Georgie but the article pegged him as a young, irresponsible adult who drinks with his baby brother around. The other’s were pissed, too. They hated the fact that some well known journalist wrote false information about their little day at comic con.

“Of course you are, Big Bill, you’re the best! And what’s up with this guy’s name anyway?” Richie asked, frowning as he glared down at the phone he was holding in his hand. He moved closer to the computer where the group was doing a three way Skype call - him and Bev; Bill, Eddie, and Stan; Mike and Ben. It was easier than traveling to meet somewhere. “Penny Wise... More like Penis Wise you fucking dick. What is Penny short for anyway? I bet it’s Penis, I bet his parents named him penis because they didn’t have the heart to name him Dick. Guess it’s a good because then we’d-.”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Beverly and Bill talked in unison.

Richie shut his mouth abruptly and looked to the side at his roommate and then at the screen where he saw Bill. He set his phone down after exiting out of the article he pulled up to look at one last time and adjusted the glasses on his face. Usually he wore contacts, but he was being lazy for the day and he thankfully had no where too important to be until later tonight -- band practice. He leaned back in his chair and puffed out his cheeks while Eddie started talking.

“This is all bullshit,” Eddie repeated the phrase that has been said multiple times by each of them. “We haven’t done anything, why target us?”

Richie opened his mouth and once again started talking, leg bouncing and eyes roaming around. “Maybe he wants to kill us, I don’t know, he seems hateful enough to commit a murder or two. He’s fucking a joke -- a clown -- I bet he eats kids-.”

“Richie,” Bill stopped him once again, tone more stern. Beverly simply rested a hand on his knee to try and keep him from bouncing his leg so much; it didn’t work too well. The others quickly started talking again, but Richie’s phone dinging made him lean forward and read the message; Beverly did the same, just to be nosey.

from Big Bill: are you taking your ADHD meds still?

Beverly snatched the phone out of his hand before Richie could reply himself, and typed a message before sending it. Richie glared at her, but she just shrugged and stood up. She walked out of the room and the tall male watched for a second before looking at what she had sent.

to Big Bill: Ran out, not enough money to continue the prescription.

He rolled his eyes; of course she wasn’t going to let him lie about it. He ran out just after comic con weekend had ended, and because of the fact that the medicine is pretty expensive and that his parents stopped paying for it, he doesn’t exactly have enough money. Sure, he’s becoming and more famous, but Richie doesn’t have the right amount money for a constant pay of medicine every month of every year just yet. That might change soon, but not now. He might be taking Beverly’s offer for some money if the ADHD gets too bad.

from Big Bill: fuck, man, need some money?

to Big Bill: don’t worry about it to Big Bill: I’ll get them sometime soon

Richie locked his phone then and put it face down on the table. He looked at the part of the screen Bill was on and shrugged as he stared him down. Right then, Beverly came back and sat down again. This time with a Rubix Cube. She handed it to Richie, who gladly took it and started shifting it around in no specific order as he listened to the conversation.

“We need to speak out, or do something about this before it becomes too much to handle,” Mike said.

“We’re irresponsible college students in their eyes,” Stan said, “Getting them to listen will be like trying to get a shark to be friendly to it’s food.”

“Yeah, I doubt they’ll talk to the girl who sleeps around,” Beverly bitterly said.

“You’re not a slut,” Ben said, voice quiet but still able to be heard.

Richie side eyed Beverly with a small smirk as her cheeks tinged pink while she replied, “Thanks, Ben...” The young man smiled proudly and the redhead gave a smile back. Richie smirked to himself, knowing he was going to poke and prod Beverly about the tiny interaction later.

“I wanna say just wade it all out,” Eddie said, “but that could make things worse if none of us say anything.”

“Things could get worse if we do say anything, Eds.” Richie slouched in the chair and focused his eyes on the Rubix Cube in his hands. But still, that smirk played on his lips.

“That’s not my name.”

He shrugged. “Whatever, Eds.”

Richie looked up just in time to see Eddie make a face at the nickname. He chuckled and looked over at Bill, who sat two seats away from the short male with Stan in between them both. He wanted to keep his eyes on the two shorter boys to try and figure out why they were sitting so much closer together, but Richie’s eyes kept drifting over to his best friend. There wasn’t anything special about him, though. Bill’s hair was just a bit tussled from running his hands through it, stressed over the article, and he currently had a resting pissed off expression because of the situation at hand. The slightly taller male had on the regular clothes he wore. A baseball tee with jeans.

The curly, dark headed male made himself look away and frowned at himself as he tried to focus back on what everyone was saying. Richie, though, kept glancing to where Bill was on his computer screen. Fuck, it’s junior year all over again, he thought. Dammit. Richie flinched as Beverly’s hand whacked him on the shoulder. He snapped his head in her direction and gave her a glare until she handed him her phone. The notes app was opened; she had typed something down.

-istg if you don’t stop staring at him,,..

Richie rolled his eyes and typed something back before handing it back.

-I wasn’t staring, Bev, not like that

Beverly let out a soft scoff, clearly not taking the lie.

-uUUM you sit on a thrown of lies

-don’t fucking use Elf quotes on me

-admit you like Bill and I’ll stop

-go on a date with Ben and we’ll see about that

-l o l  f u c k  y o u

“What are you two keeping from us?” Mike asked suddenly. He was genuinely curious, but also seemed like he was hoping it was embarrassing so he could tease them.

It was then both friends realized the talking had stopped and the other five had been watching them pass the phone around a few times. The redhead girl and raven head boy glanced at one another. Beverly knew not to say anything, and so did Richie -- obviously, he didn’t need Bill knowing he was staring at him. Eventually, Richie answered.

“Just talking about great your mom was last night!” He grinned cheekily and started laughing once again as Beverly slapped him on the shoulder, groans of annoyance coming from the other boys.

“I th-thought you would grow out those jokes by now, Rich,” Bill complained.

“Big Bill, you know you shouldn’t expect so much of me!”

“God, I hate you,” he mumbled with a small laugh.

“Nah, you love me!” Richie leaned forward and rested his chin in the palm of his hand as his cheeky grin grew.

“I’m starting to think I don’t, actually.” Bill teased. His own cheeky smile formed and Riche feigned a hurt gasp. He sat up straight and clutched his heart, the others either laughing or smiling in amusement.

“You wound me, Big Bill.”

“Are you two done flirting?” Stan asked before Bill could say anything in reply. “We need to get this article thing under control.”

Richie and Bill both instantly went wide eyed, cheeks tainted pink and stiff postures. Bill slowlyIt  crossed his arms over his chest and looked around the room he was in, avoiding Eddie looking at him from around Stan and any of the others staring at him through Skype. Richie licked his lips and sat back normally as he picked up the Rubix cube that he had set down. He quickly started playing with it again. But not before glancing once again at Bill. He didn’t seem so tense or pissed anymore. 

Good, Richie thought, my little plan worked.

“This guy just had to be popular, huh?” Mike grumbled, stealing a chip from Ben’s plate of food. Ben instantly slapped Mike’s hand but the action did nothing; the taller male shrugged and tossed the chip in his mouth. “My notifications are blowing up more than usual!” He scrolled through his twitter notifs, frowning at the swarm of mentions about him and the others.

“Maybe we could do some digging and find some shit on the journalist,” Ben suggested. He scooted his plate of food father away from his best friend as his hand reached to grab another chip.

The Skype call had ended thirty minutes ago, all of them having thrown ideas on what to do for a solid hour before making up a plan for them all to meet up at Bill’s place since it was the biggest apartment. They would make a video together explaining everything, apologize for any ruckus they may have caused during the weekend, and then post it up on YouTube. It was a good idea. Whether it cause more drama was unknown to them.

“We don’t need to lower to Penis Wise’s antics,” Mike muttered with a roll of his eyes, gladly using the nickname Richie had come up with earlier.

Ben slouched but nodded, scrolling through the hellsite of tumblr dot com.  “You’re right, but, I don’t know -- I can’t let this go easily.”

“Because Beverly go called a slut?”

“Wha- No, that’s- Mike do not look at me like that!”

“You wrote a poem about her hair and put it on your Tumblr account.”

“I- fuck off,” he grumbled and slouched behind the computer screen, not bothering to try and lie. “Go flirt with that girl you met online.”

“Gladly.”

The two sat like that in Mike’s kitchen for a while longer. Mike on Twitter and muttering about how he hated the influx of notifications while stealing food off of Ben’s plate, getting a slap on the hand every time. Ben on his computer, going through Tumblr and giving the occasional laugh at a meme while trying to keep his food away from Mike and researching how Penis Wise actually got popular in the first place. Once in a while, Mike would blatantly tease Ben about his quickly growing crush on a certain redhead girl, which Ben retaliated with how Mike was crushing on a girl in Australia.

TEXT BETWEEN EDDIE AND BEV:

ok does Richie like Bill or what

do you like Stan or what

oh suddenly my mom is calling, gotta blast!!

heyheyhey kiss him! what could go wrong??

who said I wanted to kiss him? but seriously I do have to call my mom so I’ll text you later

fine fine ok [unsent] you boys and denying your feelings, istg first Richie now you

AUTHOR’S NOTE: ok I was gonna do some Steddie at the end but honest to god this is all I could write for this part so have Eddie denying his feelings for Stan to Bev over text instead. I’ll be sure to add Steddie next chapter! 

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