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A Celebration Just For Us
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: You want to celebrate Steve’s actual birthday, none of that 4th of July bs
Word count: 920
Content/warnings: essentially straight-up fluff, kissing, lotsa happy smiles, friend Bucky, time switching between past and present
A/N: This is thanks to the discussion of Steve’s actual birthday from @thezombieprostitute and @peyton-warren. I just love the thought of him having to keep it a secret because of a contract he signed a lifetime ago, only letting his closest family and friends in on it.
I’d love to hear what you think. More than happy to gush with you in response to comments, reblogs, or asks💗 thank you for reading
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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The lights were off and there were guards around the perimeter, ready to relocate any possible onlookers or overly curious paparazzi. Surely the abundance of cars parked outside the complex could’ve drawn attention, but no more than any other gathering, you were hoping. The curtains were drawn shut, tight as can be so no light could make it through, although there wasn’t much besides the flickering flames that lit up your face.
You were crouched over in the corner of the kitchen counter in your small apartment, further cozied by the dozen or so people who crammed into the small space, all here to celebrate your wonderful boyfriend, Steve Rogers as you used your lighter in a frenzy so the first candle wouldn’t melt before you finally reached the last one.
Once you first found out about it, you couldn’t help but bust out into laughter. Steve did his best to keep a straight face, telling you the story as you were leaning against him on the small couch in your apartment a few months after the two of you started dating.
“Steve, why? Just…why? Why did you agree, why did they make you do it in the first place?”
Steve let out a chuckle and threw his hands up in a shrug as he continued his explanation.
“It was in the contract! I just wanted to serve my country. I guess they thought it would drum up more patriotism? I had no problem faking it until the war was over, but I had no idea I’d be around this long. There’s no end to it. I’ve just gotta hide my real birthday from the public forever, however long that ends up being.”
You snuggled into his chest and giggled.
“Yeah, you have been around for awhile. But I’m so happy it led you here. Now you just get to have two celebrations. One that’s small and special, private, shared with friends, and the other that you share with the people.”
Steve smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed around your waist, pulling you closer as you shuffled back into him.
“I’m gonna try and let it slide that you called me old because I love you, and I love the idea of my day being just for us.”
Bucky had come over earlier in the day to help you set up for the small party you were surprising Steve with. Tony and Nat had taken him out for a day in the city doing who knows what, but it gave the two of you plenty of time to decorate and prepare.
Just before guests started arriving, you were putting candles on the cake, only up to seventy-five.
“Buck, how the heck am I supposed to fit any more candles on this cake? I’m not even three-quarters of the way finished and I’m running out of room!”
Bucky looked over at you from his spot on the ladder where he was hanging streamers and smiled when he saw the cake. He was happy his friend had found someone amazing. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get along with you almost as well as Steve. He’d become a good friend over the year or so you’d been dating.
“Um…put the candles closer together? It’s definitely gonna mess up that frosting you worked so hard on, but I guess that’s the cost of celebrating old men like us.”
You smiled and shrugged as you continued on. “Yeah, that’s what it’s looking like it’s gonna be. You think he’ll be okay with that?”
Bucky nodded. “More than okay. He’ll love it.”
The combined flame from the hundred or so candles smushed side-by-side was hot on your smiling cheeks as you walked towards the grin being mirrored on Steve. Everyone around you was singing as you set the cake down in front of him on the counter, watching him finally take a deep breath and blow out the mound of wax that sat atop a cake specially baked in his favorite flavor. There was no red, white, and blue. No patriotism in sight. Just the pure celebration of a man who affected all of you as a person. An individual with an amazing, beautiful, selfless personality, separate from what everyone else in the world saw him as.
Steve wrapped an arm around your hip as smoke faintly rose from the extinguished candle lump and pulled you tight to his side. Your hand went to his hair, idly stroking through it as the friends surrounding you cheered.
“Wish for anything good, Stevie?”
He titled his head up to look at you, beaming with love and satisfaction.
“I know I’ll get made fun of for saying I have everything I could ever want right here, so yes. But I will also say, it’s not that far off.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at him. He always knew just what to say. You leaned down to give him a peck before you heard a groan from behind you. It was Tony.
“Okay, love birds. We get it. Happy secret birthday, Rogers. Now hurry up and get your thousand candles outta here. It’s time for cake!”
You helped Steve to pull the candles off the cake, holding one out here and there for him to lick the frosting off. He hummed at the flavor, happy you knew him so well and that he knew there were many more special celebrations, just like this, to come.
Bonus A/N: hehehe, happy birthday Steve. Let the man be happy in the modern day. Cake actually sounds so good rn
Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles
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Once a Bad Bitch always a Bad Bitch
pose reference from @ Kaosdisabledsupport on tiktok
#The bats might have taken his nipple but they'll never take his ✨️pizazz✨️#eddie munson#stranger things#Steve is just out of shot hyping up his badass loser boyfriend#Steddie#Because everything I draw is steddie at heart#These morons are together in every universe#Disabled Eddie munson#STArt
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Hard launching the boyfriend post
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fluff#rockstar eddie munson#steddie art#gold record and gold medal in finding the hottest boyfriend
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So I've noticed something and I don't know what to do with it.
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TW: brief homophobic language
Steve plays the piano.
When he was a kid, Steve’s mom made him take piano lessons. He honestly hated it, hated how strict his instructor was, hated that he had to spend hours practicing when he could have been playing with his new friend Tommy. The thing was, Steve was good at it. He had an ear for music and could pick up songs after just hearing them a couple of times, even if they weren’t piano songs. There were also brief moments that his mom would actually pay attention to him, would sit at the piano bench with him and play her favorite songs.
Around middle school his dad told him that only pansies played piano, cutting an end to his lessons and instead enlisting him in every sport he could. Steve liked sports. He was good at that too, and at first his dad paid attention to him too which was amazing, but it only lasted one season. That was fine. Steve loved sports.
Then Steve met Robin, and they laughed at how horrible Tammy sounded singing, because even all this time he still had an ear for music. Then he met Eddie, and even though it wasn’t really his type of music, he could tell how talented Eddie was whenever he heard the older boy play after the world tried to end but they stopped it.
Steve and Eddie grew closer, and sometimes Steve even attended Corroded Coffin practice if he was free, much to Gareth’s original annoyance, and the music kind of grew on him. Sometimes he’d find himself singing the songs to himself in the shower or doing chores, or tapping out chords on the steering wheel when he drove Robin or the kids anywhere.
Steve was at one of these band’s practices when he noticed a keyboard set off to the side. He vaguely recalled Eddie ranting one day about the band arguing if they were going to add a keyboardist to their group or not, but the idea had been scrapped several months ago when they couldn’t agree on the sound.
During an intermission in the practice, while the band was all inside the house getting fresh drinks (Eddie was getting his for him), Steve hesitated before moving to the keyboard. He’d never played a keyboard before, and it had been years since he touched a piano after his father got rid of theirs when he started sports. He didn’t think he’d even remember how.
Despite this, his fingers moved with assurance over the keys, not playing one of the songs he’d learned in his youth but the song Eddie and his band had been playing just before break. His natural affinity for music had him able to translate the chords into piano keys easily, and he sort of lost himself in the music he plucked out for the first time in his life.
It wasn’t until the ending notes were lingering in the air and the sound of applause began behind them that he realized the band had returned, Eddie’s eyes gleaming above a wide smile while Gareth rolled his eyes.
“Fine. Your boyfriend can join the band,” the curly haired youth said, sounding aggrieved, but there was a curl to his lips that said that he was impressed.
Which was how Steve, former King of Hawkins High, found himself as the fifth member of the metal band Corroded Coffin as its keyboardist.
It also took until a week later, after his first official practice as part of the band, for him to realize that neither he nor Eddie protested Gareth’s claim of them being boyfriends.
#Steve brought in more fans to the band much to Gareth’s annoyance#the added attention helped their rise to fame however#with Steve at the keyboard being the missing part they needed to really make it big#Gareth and Steve quickly went from frenemies to legitimate friends#not that they would ever admit to that#Eddie and Steve officially started dating soon after#the band frequently yells at them to stop flirting when they’re supposed to be practicing#Steve just flips them off and kisses his boyfriend even harder#steve harrington#stranger things#eddie munson#steddie#corroded coffin#headcanon#wheneverfeasible#ladyxdarcy#plot thots
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A little companion piece to this post:
Hopper didn’t have to say anything.
He could’ve kept his mouth shut and just drove Steve to his appointment with a neurologist out of town. He likes driving in silence with the windows down and the music on low. He didn’t have to say anything.
But Harrington hasn’t said a word since they left city limits and Hopper is a cop, and a dad. They ask questions so, “…Nervous about the appointment?”
“What?”
“I can practically hear you thinking, kid. What’s going on?”
“Oh, um…I have - I like this - person,” Steve eventually says, words picked a little too carefully for Hopper’s liking. He should’ve just left it there but he asks another question and Steve responds, “The problem is I don’t even know if they like g- me. Some people don’t like - me.”
“Harrington, there’s not a girl in that whole damn town who wouldn’t want to go on a date with you,” Hop says, flipping his blinker as they approach their exit. “What do you even like about them if you don’t think they like you?”
Steve slumps, “I don’t know. They’re cool and funny, and we have stuff in common, ya know? And his hair, man. Hop, it’s a great head of - shit!”
Hopper nearly hit the guardrail turning off the exit and Steve went pale head to toe, realizing what he’d said, “I did - fuck. Yeah, okay. It’s a guy. I like - and girls, too. I still like girls. I-“
“Stop talking,” Hopper says, breathing out. “It’s fine. It’s - that’s great, for you. I’m glad you, uh. Know yourself.”
“Hop, that sounds like you walked in on me masterbaiting.”
“I’m trying to be supportive.”
“Oh…” Steve said. “You’re doing a great.”
“Thanks.”
#Hopper: Do you want a boyfriend?#Steve: What?#Hopper: I can get you a boyfriend. I know boys#Steve is -and I can’t express this enough - not talking about Eddie here#He’s talking about the jazzercise guy at the mall#The boy to straight to live that Eddie’s talking about in the other post is 100% Steve#steve harrington#jim hopper#stranger things
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It's A Date
written for @steddiemicrofic October
prompt: dress || wc: 350 || rating: G || tags: excessive fluff and general adorableness
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“Put this on,” Steve says, tossing the black button up at him. He’s been digging through Eddie’s closet for almost ten minutes while Eddie’s struggled to get his favorite black jeans on. It’s the first time he’s worn real clothes since leaving the hospital almost three months ago.
“I don’t want to wear this, Steve.”
“Harrington,” Steve bitches back.
“Ok Harrington,” Eddie says, playful sarcasm dripping into his tone, “why am I wearing this? It’s pretty stuffy for dinner and a movie on the couch.”
“It’s a date, Munson. Dress to impress.” Eddie can’t help but chuckle at the sound of his last name. Steve smiles at him. He throws a red tie around Eddie’s neck before tying a perfect knot. “Are you sure you’re ok getting to the door on your own? Everything’s already set up and he’s gonna be here in five minutes. I could grab your cane and–”
“Yes, I can open the door for my date, I don’t need you to do it.” It’s a joke, but when he looks up, Steve’s face is unsure, lips tilted downward with sad eyes.
“And you’re sure you like the guy?” It’s insecure, vulnerable, and genuine.
“Of course I do,” Eddie smiles. “Yo– he’s perfect.”
Five minutes later, Eddie carefully makes his way through the trailer to open the front door. Standing on the other side is the prettiest boy he’s ever seen, holding a bouquet of daisies and wearing the yellow tie Eddie picked out earlier.
“Hi, Eddie,” the boy’s blushing, nervous with anticipation, until a cocksure smile lights his face. “You look really nice tonight. Love the shirt, good choice.”
Eddie’s cheeks burn as he laughs, raking his eyes over the man he’s been in love with for almost three months. “I was told guys like when I get all gussied up.”
Steve hums, stepping up the stairs to wrap his hands around the back of Eddie’s neck. “That guy sounds pretty smart. Should I be worried about him?”
“No, sweetheart,” Eddie smiles wide, pecking him on the cheek. “you’re the only man I ever wanna date.”
#already did a prompt this month but i've got to balance out my prev hurt/nc with some fluff#steddie microfic#steddie microfic prompt#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie prompt#good boyfriend steve harrington#recovering eddie munson#eddie munson#steve harrington#queeniewritesstories
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stay funky
#fnf fanart#fnf#tankmen#picos school#fnf pico#fnf boyfriend#fnf girlfriend#nene pico's school#fnf nene#sergeant john captain#moon art#tankmen steve#friday night funkin#pico's school#newgrounds#pico newgrounds#tankmen captain#tankman#LOTUS JUICE??? ON AN FNF SONG??? I AM THRIVING#this was a lot of effort but. hopefully worth it maybe :)#boyfriend x girlfriend#bf x gf#cw smoking#cw guns#cw knives#cw long post
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Petition to make
'loud, chaotic and dramatic husky girlfriend x sunshine, lovable and adorable golden retriever boyfriend'
to happen.
"Chaos follow me everywhere I go." Boyfriend x "Are you calling me chaos!?" Girlfriend
#romance#golden retriver boyfriend#husky girlfriend#bucky barnes#harry potter x reader#harry potter#harry james potter x reader#james potter x reader#james potter#steve harrington x reader#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#sirius black x reader#sirius black#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#peter parker#peter parker x reader#love#chaos#sunshine#sunshine x chaotic#so dramatic#drarry#steddie#stucky x reader#wolfstar x reader#steddie x reader#highschool romance#gryffindor x hufflepuff
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whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰
f u c k
steve harrington is such a daddy.
he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!
steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….
especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*
but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*
and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him
“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”
so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵💫
#steve inbox!#fairy writes#steve harrington (harmo’s version)#daddy!steve harrington#soft dom!steve harrington#boyfriend!steve harrington#desperate!steve harrington#steve harrington#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x shy!reader#steve x you#steve x reader#stranger things imagine#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington drabble#steve harrington fic#steve harrington headcanon#steve harrington hc#steve harrington smut
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Steve wears one of Eddie’s guitar picks as a necklace 24/7. No matter what. Even if it doesn’t go with his outfit, even if he’s going to a funeral. The orange pick will always be round his neck. Eddie fiddles with it when they’re laying together in the evening. It’s like a little promise ring for him.
#steddie#mine#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie fluff#small post#stranger things#steddie imagine#steve x eddie#headcanon#steddie headcanon#boyfriend!steve harrington#boyfriend!eddie munson
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‖ tags: smut, monsterfucking, size kink, unprotected p in v or p in a (p in hole, if you will), praise kink, knotting, creampie, multiple orgasms, gender neutral reader referred to as 'baby' and 'honey', overstim if you squint
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“Honey, I'm – fffuck, I'm gonna –”
You grip his biceps tighter, cross your ankles, dig your heels into his lower back to keep him as close as possible. Shaking like a leaf, panting like an animal from your 2nd orgasm on his thick cock, you don't hesitate to beg. “Please, I want it. Want your cum, w-want your knot, please!”
He moans; a two toned sound of his voice pitching up in pleasure and the rumble of the growl on his chest. You can tell the moment he gives in to the release by the way his head starts to nod in agreement and the grip of his fingers presses in.
“Gonna give you what you want, baby, always gonna give you what you want,” he murmurs, almost mindlessly as the snapping of his hips into yours stutters and loses form. A few more moans and whines fall from his throat as his eyes squeeze shut – his cock kicking up inside you once, twice, and then you feel it.
The moment his nails dig into your skin, he swaps from thrusting in and out of your wet heat to a dirty roll of his hips against yours. The heavy knot at the base of his cock prods and presses against your entrance, the angle of his hips shifting and searching to try and get it inside you as his long groan turns to a whine.
Sometimes he's not able to knot you successfully, your body just not made to take the intrusion – but you want it so, so bad. Want him to plug you up with his cock and cum more than anything.
Maybe it's your determination, or maybe it's dumb luck, but his knot notches at a point that seems to make his animal instincts hone in. He rolls his hips into yours at the same angle again and again and again before it smoothly slips inside you.
You let out a hiss of pleasured pain at the sudden stretch at the same time of his sigh of relief, his expression switching from focused to blissed out as the last spurts of his warm come stay successfully locked inside.
After a single moment to recover, he's lowering himself on his forearms, draping his body over yours. “Did so good for me, honey, so perfect.” He breathes out hot air across the sweat rapidly starting to cool on your skin, making goosebumps appear that he presses open mouth kisses to.
“Thank you,” you sigh, happily dazed and comforted with the feeling of his skin against yours while you wind your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. He shudders when you scratch your nails against the sensitive skin there, a shaky sigh leaving his own throat as he tilts down to nudge his nose against your throat.
“Careful,” he says with a breathless laugh, “keep doing shit like that and the knot will never go down.”
And maybe you're still cockdrunk, still lost in your desire when you purposely do it again, timing his shudder with a clench of your inner muscles around him. He makes a sound between a gasp and a whine, instinctively rolling his hips and shifting the knot swollen inside you.
“H–honey…” He warns pitifully, shifting his head back up to look you in the eye. When he sees the glazed over, smirking expression on your face, you feel his cock kick up again in interest.
“Maybe I don't want it to go down,” your voice is pitched low as you roll your hips up into his again, making both of you gasp as his cock shifts slightly and hits a different spot. “Maybe I want you to fuck me on your knot until you come again, over and over–” Your own filthy imagination makes you clench around him again with a gasp, your nails digging in to the nape of his neck.
He leans back, dragging you with him as he tucks his hairy thighs under yours and sits back on his heels with you still locked tightly in his lap. His hips mindlessly roll, his eyes locked on where you're connected as he watches the knot keep him from leaving your warm, wet hole while he rocks into you over and over.
You whimper, hands gripping his forearms now as you watch him watching you, your mouth hung open to take in air. You're so, so full – like you can feel it in your lungs.
His glance moves up to your face, his cock throbbing once more at the pleasure and want he sees there. “You’re,” he pauses to let out a shaky laugh, in disbelief and adoration. “Baby, you're insatiable.”
“Mhmm,” you hum, triggering him to pull your hips back against his harder, both of you moaning around the small shifts of his knot inside you. “Wanna stay here forever…”
“Fffuck,” he stutters, head tipping back as his face contorts into something that looks like agony. “It's really– We’re really going to be stuck here if you keep talking like that.”
He still doesn't seem to grasp how serious you are, how much you crave him. You purposely tighten around him, a pretty moan tumbling out of his swollen, pink lips before his wide eyes snap to you.
“Good.”
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#monsterfucking#monsterfucker#monster boyfriend#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#stranger things fanfic#monster x you#monster x reader#monster smut#knotting imagine#monsterfucking blurb#steve harrington imagine#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfiction#steve harrington fanfiction#monsterfucking cw#werewolf boyfriend#i was just thinking about it :)#myos ideas#its another choose your own cock adventure
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Idea expanded, Rockstar Eddie falling head over heels for Bartender Steve working in a high class club type of joint. He sees him working one night and thinks God damn, he's hot. I'm taking him home tonight.
Except bartender Steve has developed a significant distaste for celebrities and rich people in general because of getting cut off from his homophobic parents for coming out and the general bad way many have treated him at work whilst sloshed. But lucky for Eddie, Steve doesn't recognize him. And even though he started off in a trailer park, the fame has gone to his head a little and he asks Steve out with the full intention of getting into his pants and never seeing him again.
But oh no, would you look at that Steve isn't easy. And what Eddie thought would be a booty call ends up being a ten hour date around the city where he has more fun than he even thought was possible. Just from talking with Steve about anything and everything, flitting to parks and museums. And Eddie doesn't even realize until he's back at his hotel that they didn't even kiss.
And they go out more and more, and Eddie likes him more and more and he finds out where the rich people hate comes from. And it scares him. So he keeps lying. Like an idiot. And he tells Steve a fake last name, he tells him a fake job (which is only half fake because he did used to be a tattoo artist) and he rents an air bnb that he pretends is his own place. And the lies keep getting more elaborate to cover up more lies. And he keeps refusing to meet Steve's friends out of fear that they'll recognize him. And he really just drove himself into a corner here because he is absolutely in love with Steve at this point but how the fuck can you have a normal relationship when you are pretending to be someone else?
Turns out you can't, and Steve finds out the truth despite his efforts. But the twist is, he thinks it's fucking hilarious. After a normal period of What the fuck reaction time he gets over it. But never let's Eddie live it down.
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6/27 Edit: Welp, now there's a fic.
Two fics actually. The other is by KikiZ on ao3 which is great if you're not looking for an explicit fic! Because mine will be. It's also a bit more introspective than what I got going on, and also thus far, hella romantic.
#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie fic idea#that i am getting too interested in#rockstar eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie munson#just...ideas#we're just talking#steddie drabble#steddie fic#i just like the twist of avoiding classic angst#i find it very funny#all that work and stress and axiety#just for your boyfriend to call you a dumbass with affection#it...intrigues me#if I did write this I think a one shot basis could work#in theory#just in theory
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i'm an early seasons steve harrington apologist. sorry. he was not a bad person he was not a bad boyfriend he was literally just 17
#he wasn't even that bad. and he apologized when he was#also he literally thought his gf was cheating on him. with a guy who took sneaky pics of her like. valid actually sorry#and season 2??? why does he call himself a shitty boyfriend he was actually so sweet???#a little emotionally stunted maybe sure but he was a teenage boy trying his best#every time i rewatch i'm like what was everyone on about he's literally fine. i think ppl blow his king steve phase way out of proportion#steve harrington#stranger things#thoughts from my brain#1k
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#Joe Keery#Steve Harrington#like come on#those THIGHS?!#*feral noises*#I wanna bite him#these photos are so summer vacation boyfriend coded#he’s a menance#I love him
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zzz
#fnf fanart#fnf#picos school#tankdad#fnf pico#moon art#pico fnf#boyfriend fnf#fnf boyfriend#girlfriend fnf#fnf girlfriend#fnf nene#nene fnf#fnf darnell#darnell fnf#pico's school#pico newgrounds#skid spooky month#pump spooky month#sergeant john captain#tankmen steve#are they rly just plushies or did gf's parents turn them into plushies. uhhh you decide#300 notes and i draw a follow-up where they get un-plushie'd and group hug pico#edit two days later: i hate having the gift of prophesy (bf n gf plushies just went up for sale)#edit again: FUUCK MORE THJAN 300 NOTES NOW I GOTTA DRAW THE THING
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