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omg it's been said before but your autistic Steve series is so good so life affirming so precious to me..... and so I would like to share my own thoughts on the matter...... Steve who did sports bc he had so much excess energy!! and now he gets the zoomies all the time and needs NEEDS to get outside and run around when the weather is nice...... Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask and Robin who says she likes him better without it!!!!.... Steve hyperfixations (feat Steve who reads and frequents the library my beloved, he's so casually curious it just makes sense with his characterization I think)...... Steve full body stimming with Eddie or Robin and feeling amazing!!!!!...... Steve who has set up his space Exactly The Way He Likes It.....
love and light to you â„ïžđđ„đđ»
lovely 2jug2head!!! hello!!! ur so sweet!!!
but autistic steve!!! my love!! my guy!!! yesssss!!!! these are all so good! so sweet and lovely and perfect!!! ty for sending me this!!!
(sorry this reply took a little to get too, i've been on my freak shit but finally got few ideas down for u <3)
i think steve would take time learning what stimming and being overstimulated and understimulated means. i think after the upside-down especially, but a lot before that too, he got too used to detaching, kind of separating from his body in order to survive. so now, sometimes, he gets these itches and urges and weird feelings and he just doesnât know what to do about it. [and i think sport definitely helped him in the past, but i dunno if he would make that connection right away.]
but, he watches robin flap her arms with her sweater sleeves covering her hands. and watches eddie get fucking breathless head banging to a song. he sees robin skip to his car at the end of a shift, looking up at the sky and letting out a 'AHH!' with so so much feeling, cheeks flushed and eyes bright that the day is done, getting in and fiddling with the radio like itâs no big deal. he watches eddie jiggle his leg and bite his rings and stand up and pace when he's talking about something he loves. and steve tries them.
he tries all of them.
he fists his hands and shakes them until something dislodges in his chest, till he can finally take a full breath. he sings loudly along to bruce springsteen and wham in his car in the mornings, sometimes not ever really singing, just making noise. he jumps around his room with robin when she plays blondie, he asks eddie to show him how to head bang, tries it and laughs and kisses him breathless when the song ends. he gives robin his keys and takes off running in a lap around the building after work, sometimes near sprinting, sometimes circling five, six times, going till he's panting and the faces of all the people he had to see that day are washed away, until he can't feel the plastic on his fingers, can't smell the bleach or the too much cologne some guy used. until he's reset, until he's him again, not theirs, not who anyone wants him to be. until he feels good again, lets himself feel good.
sometimes, now, he jiggles his leg the same way eddie does, at the same time, until robin says she has to move 'feel fuckin' seasick over here with you two goblins.' and eddie just laughs. and steve can curl up into his side, if he wants, can pick up eddies hand and bite his rings if he feels like it, eddie would let him, maybe call him cute, wouldn't judge him. neither of them would, if he did that, if he did more. they would never, and its so nice.
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["Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask" ;-; that's my fcuking GUY. he would and its so :(( !!!! ]
but yeah, robin would hate that fake plastic smile he puts on to mask sometimes. and she'd tell him, with so much love. 'stop it. show me you.' because she just wants to be with steve.
but sheâs so wonderful, he just, she gets it. sometimes things that he didnât even know were bothering him will build and heâll snap and rant and moan to finally get it all out. lungs heaving as he empties everything out before her. but sheâll just look at it, and seem to place it all in a way that makes sense, a way thatâs small and fits in his pocket. sheâll say âwoah yeah, that seems like a lot / would be stressful / iâm not surprised you're overwhelmedâ and itâs just. itâs so simple. heâs seen, heâs listened too and validated. it still makes him pause, in stunned silence, and itâs like thereâs a plaster placed on his heart with every instance that it happens. sometimes it seems to strike such a chord it's like it's hitting a deep wound that he buried inside, a scab finally healing and falling away. sometimes it makes him sob in her arms, overwhelmed and amazed and so so moved by this person he's met, this wonderful angelic creature that he gets to call his.
the next time he has his super masked, customer service face on when its just the two of them, she threatens to bite him. and steve smiles for real, laughs, feels another plaster sticking over the others.
<3
and steve library frequenter yes yes!! i agree that he is curious and practical and i think a hands on kind of guy! so i think he goes to the library and gets books about cars. i think he likes learning about how to fix his, trying to understand what could go wrong, how it happens, what you do in different scenarios. i think that's something him and eddie and wayne bond over, helping to fix their cars. steve and eddie even work together to do up wayne's van a little, getting it a new bumper and a couple parts scavenged at the junkyard. it's fun for him to work out what's missing, whatâs changed, how and why and then putting it into practice. taking something apart and putting it back together. makes him feel proud of himself, something he really doesn't feel often. makes his brain zone in and flow and focus for a couple hours and it just feels so nice, its a happy time for him.
also, speaking of special interests - âšsport statsâš. steve can name the players of all the basketball teams currently playing professionally, likes watching the tactics shows that come on before and after the games. likes talking at eddie and explaining why its actually really cool that they swapped out that player to give this new guy a chance, he's big news, a young up and comer and has a really interesting play style, its gonna work well with how their current manger organises the court. and eddie just smiles at him, squeezing steves hand in his lap and trying to understand what he sees on screen, follow along (he struggles to take in all the information, it's just not his thing. but it makes him so happy when he watches steve watch.) and steves happy little keens when something interesting happens, mindlessly fiddling with eddieâs fingers and tapping his other hands fingers against his knee, 1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 2. relaxed and focused and sometimes he rocks when it gets really tense and eddies heart bursts.
because it wasn't always like that, it was a struggle and a near pleading for eddie to just get steve to tell him what he likes, talk to him, get to know him. to just let eddie in. because eddie wanted to know everything and steve just didn't know how to deal with that. why would eddie care? no one ever listens to him. he's embarrassing and annoying and gets to loud and eddie doesn't like sports so why would steve tell him anything? it took soft words and gentle encouragement and reassurance again and again that he's listening, he wants to listen, wants to know. 'always, always wanna listen to what you have to say stevie.' so when steve comes over to the trailer after work, talking about the latest switch they announced in the paper, how last nights points shifted the league around and now he doesn't even know who's going to win, isn't that cool? eddie fucking beams because this is his boy. his bright, beautiful, exited baby and heâs talking to eddie, he's letting eddie see him.
<3
steve and his space though. thinking very much about that. he doesnât have the strictest schedule, heâs learning that sometimes its okay to leave the sheets for another couple days, that the dust can settle for another week before he needs to wipe it away. but some things are just, they just have to be right. he needs to know where things are, needs the important stuff in the same place every day so he doesn't forget. needs his products in the bathroom out and in order so he can keep track of when something needs replacing, so he's not left without something he needs. wants this one specific pillow at night, and one for between his knees and a duvet on year round, needs it to feel warm and safe and right in his bed.
and his clothes, its not even about the sensory stuff for him, like yeah most of his tops are soft, his jeans pretty worn in. he has some really old sweatshirts that are special, that come out on the worst days. but it's also about how clothes look, how they make him feel. he want his jeans to fit right, sit right on his shoes. wants his shirts to make his shoulders look nice, make him feel comfortable and confident and like a normal fucking person who can exist in the world. its another part of the mask, maybe. but it works and its his and most of the time he thinks he looks good. and that's okay. he's learning and its healthy and its practical and it helps.
but he also adores wearing eddies t-shirts. when he's at home all day or to sleep at night. especially if eddies not there, when steve misses him, when he wants him. steve wears eddies t-shirts to bed. they're all ones eddies left after staying, they're old and soft and the tags have been cut out and they smell like eddie. like his eddie. like he's there. steve loves it, wraps himself up in it, helps him feel soothed and taken care of even if he's alone, maybe its a little sad, makes him feel embarrassed, too much. but he's learning not to care.
sometimes eddie talks to him and touches him in a certain special way that makes steve feel so so foggy and taken care of and amazing. so, if eddie's not there but he craves that foggy feeling, steve wears eddies t-shirts and he speaks to himself like eddie would and he makes himself dinner and looks after himself and tucks himself into bed and rubs the fabric of the collar against his nose. and tries not to feel embarrassed if he needs more, if he has to suck on his fingers/thumb for a while, clutching the fabric in his hand. tries to let himself whimper or even cry a little if he needs, at how nice it feels, how gooey and needy he can allow himself to get. accept it as part of himself, that eddie likes it, still likes him, still loves him. just something he needs sometimes. and steve falls asleep, wearing eddies t-shirt.
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gonna tag a few people who might want to see, hope that's okay? wanna spread him around and show him off!! look at him!!! our best guy!!!
@pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @spectrum-spectre @just-a-tiny-void @steventhusiast @cherrychapsticksteve @lil-gremlin-things @finntheehumaneater @irethsune
#this was nice to wriite#ive missed him#my most special boy#autistic steve harrington#and as always#autistic robin buckley#autistic eddie munson#but this is about steve#my love#hotlunch#ask#ideas#steddie#stobin#<3#also a little bit of sub steve at the end there#but like - its just one little part of him - one little part of their relationship#so ye#also having stuff on/in ur mouth can hit big time as a stim and im not sexualising that here#just so u know#its just something nice he can do for himself
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William Afton winning that âidgafâ award in FNAF
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf movie#vanessa shelly#fnaf vanessa#vanessa afton#william afton#steve raglan#happy spooky month everyone!!#almost fnaf movie anniversary coming up so wanted to draw some stuff for it#MORE VANESSA THOUGHTS LETS GOO!!#now featuring some William thoughts#I can imagine that shooting her own dad was hard for Vanessa#even though heâs a monster itâs obvious that like#she still cares about him in some way from the brainwashing heâs donât to her#kinda proves sheâs different than her father#meanwhile William did not have that much of a problem#like I know he looked sad for a second after stabbing Vanessa#but he did decide in a split second that was the best choice#William when you catch these hands
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return to sub level 50
#familiar and safe#transformers one#transformers#b 127#bumblebee#i am not tagging steve IJBOL#in the movie when bee is talking to elita she says âi need you to talk lessâ#which he obviously interperates as talking less about the specific topic#and continues to yap#so i wonder what itd be like if someone outwardly told him to shut up or that he was annoying#back to steve and aatron and eP 508#those guys are nice to him
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listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.
like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been
#like you get why all the fics about those two are insane right. the narrative is just so goddamn compelling#and thats not even getting into the whole thing abt the serum curing steve of every ailment except his love for bucky#which makes him realize it was never an ailment to begin with (despite the commonly held beliefs about homosexuality in the 1940s)#and bucky being *electroshocked* again and again into forgetting steve#like howd you make your gay ass movie that gay and not realize it. its kinda impressive#sorry for the ridiculous stucky retrospective its 4am and i rewatched the winter soldier recently#its not that deep. its not its not its not . but if it was anything other than what it is it could have been. and thats the worst part#shut up riley#marvel#stucky
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Secret late night smooches
#steddie#steve x eddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie art#my art#idk how i feel about this one#ster draws steddie
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Modern AU where Corroded Coffin does get famous - just not in a way they were expecting.
They try through high school, play some local spots, post their songs online, but they don't really get a lot of traffic. And they think, maybe this isn't going to work.
Until one day, when they post a cover of a pop song, a la Punk Goes Pop, and it does well. Really well.
So they start doing more covers.
Is there a part of their steadily growing fan base that loves their originals and racks up the play counts on the one album they've put out? Of course.
And they never stop sharing their original stuff, but it never gets the kind of engagement that the covers do - and they kind of resign themselves to the fact that, this is what they do now, might as well have fun with it.
Steve Harrington is a popstar who's been on the scene for a little while now, and he loves CC's covers. He never really cared for metal before - overstimulation and audio processing are a wicked duo - but because he knows these songs, he's able to actually appreciate the music, the way the band morphs them into their own style.
He keeps finding himself wishing that they would cover one of his songs.
And then he learns about their original stuff. He listens to the one album on repeat and loves it, loves the lyrics and the composition of the music, and decides that he's going to do the cover for once.
(He's definitely not trying to catch the attention of the hot as fuck lead guitarist, no siree! This is just a nice, normal cover.)
Cue Eddie Munson having a heart attack when his notifications are flooded with links to Steve Harrington - popstar dreamboat and Eddie's absolute guilty pleasure, the man whose music he only listens to at the dead of night when he's guaranteed to never be caught - covering one of Eddie's songs.
#eventually they meet and kiss about it#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#joey writes#rockstar eddie munson#famous steve harrington
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happy halloween đ» it's haunted house time again
#this also is a meme redraw#stranger things#stranger things fanart#robin and eddie make steve go first so they can hide behind him#oops accidentally didn't post anything for a year sorry about that#but another one of these and more art are on my patreon!! it's pretty much the only place i've managed to stay active on đ#anyways i won't be watching season 5 so i'm stealing these characters from the show creators i've decided that these are OUR ocs now đ€#sorry again for not posting anything life's been giving me a hard time lately but i'm trying to come back to tumblr!!
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âDustin isnât coming.â
âWhat?â Eddie says, all frantic and jovial movements freezing instantly.
His eyes narrow on Lucas--the bearer of bad news. âWhy?âÂ
âFamily emergency.âÂ
Mike makes a face. âI saw his mom yesterday and she was fine, so is this aâŠ?âÂ
He makes a gesture that is entirely incomprehensible to anyone who isnât Sinclair and his terrifying girlfriend.
(At least, Eddie thinks Max is Lucasâs girlfriend this week. It got a little hard to keep up after the third break-up-make-up marathon, and he frankly, stopped bothering to try.
It helped that she barely spoke--The only time notable being when Eddie had mockingly asked Sinclair if he needed a cheerleader when sheâd first sat in, upon which sheâd asked Eddie if he needed new kneecaps with a look in her eye that said she was serious.)
Wheeler Jr.âs gesture however, made her put her book down.
âYou think heâs having migraines again?â She not so much asked as demanded, which had Mike shrugging.Â
âDunno." Lucas says. "Dustin didnât say.âÂ
âGotta be, if he called Dustin.â Mike mutters, Lucas shuffling his papers about as he begins to set up for Hellfire. He was the last in the room, practically late, which Eddie had planned on harassing him for had he not announced Hendersonâs absence.Â
(Fucking freshmen. They just werenât terrified of Eddie like they used to be.)Â
 âRobin must be sick or something, otherwise heâd call her.â Lucas finishes as he finally sits down.Â
âDidnât the Marching Band go on some trip?â Mike turns to address the rest of the table, and gets nods from Jeff and Gareth both.Â
âYeah theyâre marching in some parade in Indianapolis.â Jeff confirms.Â
âSo his last resort was Dustin?â Max is getting that tone in her voice, the one that makes everyone at Hellfire very uncomfortable. âTypical.âÂ
She pushes away from the table, making a show of gathering up her things before rising easily to her feet.
Eddie trades looks with the elder Hellfire members as she makes her exit--the kind that says theyâre all going to be talking about this later.Â
They knew their freshmen had some weird obsession with the former King, of course, but Mayfield too?
What the hell was up with that guy?
At least Eddie thinks, right before things are once again shot to shit, they can go back to playing the game.
He can make it work this early into things, and if Henderson isn'tâ a fan of what heâs about to do to the kidâs character in his absence, well.Â
Maybe he shouldnât be fucking absent then.Â
âSo what, Max, you're gonna go over there and make it worse?â Mike snorts.Â
Fatal mistake.
Eddie almost strangles him for it, if only because it prolongs this entire unnecessary conversation.Â
Max performs a military perfect heel turn, coming straight back for Wheeler Jr., which makes him right about fall out of his seat in panic.Â
âWhat was that, Wheeler?âÂ
âIâm just saying--!âÂ
âWe donât know Steveâs having migraines.â Lucas reiterates, pinching the bridge of his nose. âMaybe itâs something else.âÂ
âDoes Steve get migraines a lot?â Grant asks, because despite all appearances heâs a terrible gossip and gets sucked in far too easily.
Eddie throws a pencil at him for it.Â
âHel-looo, we have a game!?â He thunders, but unfortunately for him, precious Stevie-Weavies headache now has everyoneâs attention.Â
âYeah, though heâs really good at pretending he doesnât.â Lucas answers with a put upon sigh.Â
âThereâs a whole pattern--he ignores it until it gets super bad, then he has to call Robin or Dustin to come get him when he inevitably gets stranded at work or the like, grocery store.âÂ
âWell who else do you think heâd call?â Mike scoffs again. He does a lot of that, when discussing Harrington. âItâs not like his parents are--Ow, Max!âÂ
âClose your mouth before I close it for you.â She hisses and Mike, shockingly, does just that.Â
To Eddie, she says;Â
âYour ass isnât any better, or did you forget I live across from you?âÂ
Eddie--who had an insult primed and ready--promptly shuts his mouth.
(Fucking! Asshole! Freshmen!)Â
âMaybe I should go too.â Lucas says, hedging a look between his girlfriend and his DM.Â
âNo.â She snaps, pointing a finger at him.
 âIf you go, then this idiot,â she flicks her finger to Mike, âwill go and then we really will make it worse. Stay here before your bichon frise has a fit about all his sheep abandoning him.â
Then sheâs turning on her heel again, storming out.Â
âWhat the hellâs a bichon frisĂ©?â Gareth asks in the aftermath, frowning.Â
âItâs a type of ahhhh--â Jeff clearly thinks better of the explanation, eyes sliding to Eddie.
Whoâs scowling.
âI know what a bichon frisĂ© is, Jeff.â He snaps.Â
âI donât.â Grant loudly complains.Â
Jeff attempts to both calm Eddie and explain while Mike and Lucas spend far too many minutes looking after Max.Â
âEnough!â Eddie howls, temper finally getting the best of him. âAre we playing or do you also need to go sit by the Kingâs bedside?â Â
âThank you,â Mike says, like he wasnât a third of the entire problem. âLetâs play!â
They make it about ten entire minutes before getting knocked off track again.Â
In fairness, not that Eddie would ever admit it--the second meltdown is his own fault.
xXx
Hellfire is Eddieâs domain.Â
Itâs one of the few places where he could relax without getting harassed or hounded, and having his freshmen--his!--abandon him for King Fucking Steve had set him off.Â
So heâd made a few comments about it.
Maybe introduced an NPC who sounded suspiciously similar to Harrington, only to instantly kill him off.Â
Made another couple of nasty comments.Â
Who cares? It worked him through his snit rather nicely, and his boys all knew to leave him be.
Except, apparently, for Lucas.Â
âDude, would you lay off?â The kid finally snaps, pencil slamming down on the table.Â
Which is the most backbone-like thing anyone has ever heard Sinclair say, and he gets far more whistles for it than he should.
Eddie pins him in place with a glare.Â
âWhat was that Sinclair?â He snarls, voice as menacing as he can make it.
(Itâs pretty terrifying, heâs practiced quite a bit with it.)Â
Sinclair flinches, but doesnât back down.Â
âI said lay off. Steve has migraines because of--â He stops, before seeming to come to a decision. âBecause of me. He took a hit for me, and I owe him a life debt for it.âÂ
To Eddie, he says; âYou get what those are, right?âÂ
Mike rolls his eyes. âIt wasnât just for you--â
âThat time with Billy was!â Lucas is quick to snarl. âBut you know what Mike, youâre right. It wasnât just for me. He T-boned a car for all of us!âÂ
Sinclaire is on his feet now, which is the unfortunate moment that Eddie realizes he has once again lost control of the room.Â
A situation he firmly blames on Steve Harrington, because heâs petty.Â
âOr did you forget that part? Thatâs you, me, Will, Nancy and Jonathan right there! Nevermind the tunnel. Or the junkyard!Â
âWe had the junkyard handled--â
Lucas scoffs.Â
âWe absolutely did not.âÂ
âI donât get why youâre all making such a big deal out of this. Heâs the fighter. Thatâs what he does. Thatâs why we brought him to the tunnel.â
âYou recall what happened at Starcourt, right?â Lucas challenges, furious. âYou did see him after, right?âÂ
This, finally, seems to shut Mike up.Â
âShouldnât you be mad at him for that?â He says after a moment, and the rest of Hellfire has completely put aside all actual gaming to watch this play out with a morbid sort of fascination.Â
Eddie allows it, only because heâs trying to breathe the way Wayne taught him to before he loses it entirely and throws both of the idiot kids out of the drama room.Â
âHe pulled your sister into it.â
âHave you met Erica!? You canât pull her into shit!â Lucas spits furiously. âThat wasnât D&D, Mike. It was the Upsi--real life.âÂ
Lucas is quick to correct himself, even in the heat of the moment--as all the kids are, like the entire school hasnât clocked that they have some weird ass secret theyâre terrible at hiding.
âAnd if weâre playing those games, then who pulled him into the tunnels? Who made him come to the junkyard?â
âDustin.â Mike says snidely.Â
âYou donât get to blame Dustin when Steve was the only person around.âÂ
âThere were people around! They just werenât people who--werenât--who couldnât--â
âFinish that sentence.â Lucas demandsÂ
âBe trusted.â Mike spits out, like it hurts him.Â
âExactly.âÂ
âEl went through way more than Steve ever has! El--â
âEl was using her po--doing mage things! And also, she shouldnât have had to go through all this shit either! We canât rely on her to save the day every single time, Mike--and look at how hurt she gets!â
âShe--â
âShe hides it from you, you know. How bad she hurts. Cause she wants to put your feelings first.âÂ
âI--â
âWill does too.â Is Lucasâs parting shot. His backpack is in his hands in a blink, papers and character figure shoved wildly into it, before heâs storming out the door in a poor mimicry of Mayfield.
âHarrington T-Boned a car?â Grant says, in the resounding silence.Â
âThat BMW of his hasnât had a scratch on it--â Jeff says, with an inquisitive tilt to his head.Â
âHe didnât use the Beamer.â Mike interrupts, angry and sulking. âAre we playing or not?â
âIâm gonna say not, given we are down two players.â Eddie tells him through clenched teeth.Â
âIâm going to be so mad if Steve doesnât have a migraine.â Mike grumbles, as he begins packing up his stuff.Â
The rest of Hellfire follow his lead, after one look at Eddieâs face convince the lot of them that itâs best to flee now, before Eddie unleashes all his pent up rage.Â
âNot as mad as Iâll be, Wheeler.â Eddie promises darkly.
And it is a promise--because now, heâs going to follow all his stupid (sans Mike, who isnât in his good graces either but at least stayed) freshmen--and go visit one fallen King.
If Harrington doesnât have a headache now, he will when Eddieâs done with him.
#steves kids are his kids#first and always#well later it becomes Steve and Eddies kids but#pre S4#pre steddie#IDK if I'll write more but this would lead up to a hurt/comfort fic#because Dustin bless him is great at many things but head injuries and the care of them arent one of them#he is in fact#making it worse lmao#So the plan was for Eddie to show up#rip roaring mad#and just wanting to take it out on someone he didnt care about#only to find himself caring after steve#but also#I wanted to focus on Lucas#and Lucas's relationship#he and Steve are bros#steve harrington#eddie munson#hellfire#0o0 fanfics
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not me casually leafing through some screencaps and randomly realizing that the bartender in catfa also happens to be pre-serum steve's body double, thus making this shot:
the perfect rendition of what steve's before/after pics would have looked like side by side (and steve's leaning over a little, so he's actually slightly taller than that)
and it truly sinking in how fucking nuts it must have been for bucky to see THAT when steve found him lying on that table
#catfa#steve rogers#stucky#bc that's always implied when i'm involved#and like#OF COURSE I KNEW how drastic the transformation was#but actually seeing the two of them next to each other REALLY drives the point home#yes i'm having feels about this#yes i'm picturing all the thousand little ways both bucky and steve himself had to relearn how to be with each other#how to stand next to each other#be in each other's space#be physical with each other#godddddddddddddddddddd i'm kinda going nuts too#rillers has feels
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Steve Harrington 1000% watched (ie stared at) some pretty girl putting her curly hair into a bun in gym classâonly for her to turn and around and it be, not a girl, but Eddie âthe freakâ Munson.
steveâs inner monologue: *man, who is that, sheâs so pretty. look at that dark gorgeous curly hairâhow havenât i noticed this girl before. i wonder if sheâs singl- oh my fucking god itâs eddie fucking goddamn munson.*
#itâs not the first time it has happened either#KNOWS eddieâs in his classâhe just never shows up. & when he does- well.#this man degrades himself & stays awake at night thinking about how he thought EDDIE MUNSON was PRETTY.#(he turned around and steve was grossed out sure but he still was pretty)#steddie#eddie munson#stranger things#steve harrington#steve x eddie#archive#my writing#drabble
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William Afton into the FNAF-verse
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#william afton#dave miller#steve raglan#dayshift at freddy's#the fourth closet#fnaf movie#sister location#dsaf#dsaf dave#dsaf fanart#fnaf#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#spiderverse#Iâm so sorry for this comic guys#I couldnât get this idea out of my head#HUGE DAY for DSAF likers though!!#Book Dave doesnât really like DSAF Dave pff#also finally drew my game William design again#also first time drawing anything from the fourth closet!#so many firsts SO many wills#donât gotta worry about them all meeting up#cause I doubt the wills will get along enough to do anything evil#just an ego competition
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This is genuinely apropos of nothing but I am thinking about how annoying I find it when people insinuate that shipping is like, somehow diametrically at odds with being invested in a narrative for its own sake because likeâŠâŠI have rarely ever been interested in a ship that was not itself an expression of the narrative themes and character arcs. Investment in the narrative IS the very reason I care about a ship.
I feel like it makes no sense to pretend like these are entirely separate activities (although I understand for some people they are/can be) when to me MOST of the time, for most of the things I seriously ship, they are inextricable.
#sibyl speaks#itâs honestly probably because I was raised on Jane Austen đ#if your romantic interest isnât your narrative foil and/or catalyst for the completion of your character arc#then what is the POINT!#anyway Iâm thinking about Steve & Bucky again đ„ș
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Wowza. Part one blew up way more than I thought it would so here! Part two! I do have more thoughts about this so there might be a couple more parts to come. We'll see ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
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Eddie takes half a second to consider just not answering. Maybe throwing his phone away and never going back to the restaurant they went to last night so he never has to confront whatever it is that's about to happen. Maybe even fleeing the country and living alone on a sheep farm with no friends and go relationships ever again so something like this never happens again.
But then he thinks of Steve. Kind, funny Steve with the bright eyes and soft skin who looked at Eddie like he could fall in love with him and he knows that whatever comes next, Steve deserves for Eddie to see it through with him.
New Message: Steve H.
Hey
Just that one word sends Eddie's heart into his throat. He can see that Steve is still typing, those little ellipses of doom popping on and off the screen. Realistically, Steve probably doesn't know what happened, right? Eddie's pretty sure Steve wasn't in on it and it's been less than an hour since Eddie himself found out, so probably not.
Steve H: Gareth called me
Fuck.
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.
If Eddie's heart was in his throat at the first text, the second one has it dropping through his body and out of his goddamned ass. It's not that he doesn't want Steve to know. He was always planning to tell him, he was just hoping he could be the one to do it. Gareth being a little shit and calling Steve first was not part of the plan.
Steve H: He told be about the prank. I'm sorry if I wasn't what you expected and you were just being nice. We can pretend it never happened. No hard feelings.
Eddie slams his head into his pillow. This is such a cluster fuck he can hardly bring himself to look at the text but he needs to come up with some kind of response, like, yesterday if he wants any chance of keeping the man of his dreams from running for the hills because apparently, Eddie's friends are trying to destroy his life. He takes a deep breath and starts typing.
Eddie: Hey, I'm so sorry about that. I just found out about what they did an hour ago at practice. I didn't think they would just call you out of the blue like that, I was just about to text you.
Not completely true, but Eddie was going to text him about it, just after screaming into his pillow and making a couple Vudu dolls first.
Eddie: For what it's worth I really do like you and I would love to still take you out on that second date, but I understand if my friends scared you off and you want nothing to do with me. I know it's fucked up.
It takes a minute for Steve to respond, the typing bubbles ebbing and flowing as Steve types and retypes whatever it is he wants to say. Eddie is about ready to call it a wash and start googling sheep farms for sale in Ireland when a new text comes in, dispelling all thoughts of learning to sheer wool.
Steve H: Are you sure?
And fuck if that doesn't hurt his heart. Eddie has spent all of two and a half hours with Steve, he's a virtual stranger, but Eddie can swear he can feel all of Steve's secondhand insecurity through that one lonely sentence. Before he even registers what he's asking, he send a quick reply.
Eddie: Can I Facetime you?
Before Eddie can try to rethink his decision, his screen lights up with a notification. Steve is calling him.
Eddie scrambles to answer, fumbling his phone a little in his haste and almost missing the call completely. He manages to get it on the last ring, breathing heavily in a way he knows can't be flattering.
All thoughts about his lack of dexterity fly out the window when he looks into his screen. On their date, Steve was perfectly put together. Hair meticulously done, clothes freshly pressed, and a light sheen of lipgloss accentuating the perfect curve of his mouth. While Steve is still beautiful through the lens of his camera, it's clear that he's been crying. His eyes are red and a little puffy, hair out of order in a way Eddie thinks is probably unusual for him, and Eddie can see that he's wearing a well-loved beige hoodie.
"Hi," Steve says, waving a shy hand almost the same way he had last night.
"Hey sweetheart," Eddie says, keeping his voice low and gentle, desperate to soothe Steve however he can through the distance of their phones.
For a minute they just look at each other, neither one knowing what to say in a situation like this. Eddie sees Steve gearing up to say something, but he cuts in before he starts. There's something he needs to say while Steve can see him face to face.
"I'm really sorry about what happened!" He says, much lounder than he intended. "My friends were being dicks. I haven't dated in a while and instead of being normal fucking people they set up this whole stupid prank but I swear I wasn't in on it!"
Something about what he says draws a small smile from the corner of Steve's mouth, so Eddie keeps talking. "Besides, if they wanted to prank me they should have picked someone that isn't a literal fucking model in disguise. There wasn't a chance in hell I wasn't going to beg you for that second date."
At that, Steve gives a little chuckle and it lifts Eddie's heart from where it'd fallen onto the floor and puts in back in his chest 10 times lighter than before.
"Jesus, are you always such a flirt Munson?" he says.
"Only when the boys are especially pretty," Eddie responds.
Steve gives another little laugh at that before sobering up. He gives Eddie a long look through the phone, and Eddie lets him.
"Are you sure you don't want to just call it quits here man? Gareth was pretty adamant that I'm not the kind of guy you usually go for. I don't want you to feel like you have to humor me out of kindness." There's a forced flippancy to Steve's words that Eddie knows well from his own Munson Coping Strategies Handbook. Steve is trying to give him an out, but Eddie can tell that he doesn't want to.
For the first time since this all started, Eddie is well and truly mad. Gareth and Jeff had absolutely no business poking around in his love life in the first place, but now they've reached out to the guy Eddie already told them he liked to what? Tell him never mind actually, we don't think you're the right guy for our friend even though he told us very explicitly how into you he is.
Eddie lets all the frustration, anger, and tenuous hope building up in his chest fuel his reply. This one has to count, he can feel it. It's a charisma saving throw with the whole campaign on the line. He can't miss this one.
"Honestly Steve, if you asked me two days ago what I was looking for in a partner, I probably would have said I wanted to date another alternative metalhead or punk who likes playing DnD and getting high on the weekend." Eddie can see Steve's shoulders slump as his eyes dart away, but he pushes on, determined to make his point.
"But, I haven't had as good a time as we had last night in a really long time." Steve looks back up, eyes alight with the same tentative hope Eddie himself is channeling. "I think you're funny and interesting, and you have the absolute worst takes on ice cream flavors, and you're hot as hell. Like, seriously the hottest guy I've ever seen in real life."
Steve smiles, the edges of his eyes crinkling.
Critical success.
"So, about that second date."
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No one knows who writes the Hawkins High Tattler. It comes out every week, without fail, has for almost two decades. Everyone reads it, even teachers, even parents. It's caused more the one suspension, grounding, and even--famously--a shipping off to boarding school.
Steve's never let the Tattler get to him much. He's in it, of course, practically a new story every week. But it's just silly gossip.
Of course, Steve is also, currently, the titular Tattler, so. It's not like he's surprised when his name shows up.
It's his third year, his last year, and he knows everything that ever goes on at Hawkins High. It's pretty easy, honestly. Everyone thinks he's ditzy and vapid; nothing more than hairspray and polos. People will say anything around him, assuming he's not listening or not interested, and then bam. It's in next week's Tattler. No one even suspects him.
The confessions locker probably helps. Down by the theater, busted and unusable, the perfect place for people to leave tips, to tattle on their friends (or enemies, as the case may be).
That's what he's doing right now, checking the confessions locker. After 9:30 on a Friday night, the place silent as the tomb, perfect time for it. Pretty standard fare this week. The only thing of interest is that Eddie Munson was the person who broke all Ms. Click's pencils and left the stubs on her desk. This one, he laughs at, can't wait to publish it; can't wait to talk to Munson about it.
He gets a lot of stuff about Eddie. Most of it he doesn't publish because it's bullshit about satanic rituals--the nerdy kids he babysits play dnd, and there's no way Karen Wheeler is letting anything satanic happen in her basement--or about his sexuality, and one thing Steve doesn't do is out people.
Gathering up this week's submissions, he closes the locker with a soft clink, and he swears, swears he hears the squeak of a tennis shoe on the polished tile of the floor. He freezes, heart in his throat. Nobody has been here this late before.
Seconds pass but there's only silence. Confident he's only hearing things, he heads out, the parking lot just as empty as when he arrived.
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He sees Eddie a few days later, when he's picking up the kids from the arcade. They typically exchange casual greetings, but as Steve waits, Eddie stands with him, offers him a cigarette.
"Read that was you who messed with Click's pencils. Good one."
Eddie shrugs, gives a little bow and a smile. "Happy to be of service."
"It was my class, when she found them. Never seen her so mad."
"No way," Eddie laughs. "Not even when Hagan drew dicks on all the textbooks?"
"Not even then, man. She was throwing pencil stubs everywhere."
"Fuck, sad I missed it." Eddie takes a drag, Steve's eyes following the movement, lingering on his mouth. Something warm and tingling builds at the base of his spine and he forces his gaze away.
"How long you in detention for?"
"I'm not. Swore it wasn't me, and Click doesn't want to admit she reads the Tattler, so. Not much they could do. "
"I've seen it sitting on her desk!"
"I know! She reads it when she has detention duty!"
They lean against Steve's car, laughing, and Steve feels good. This is good. He likes Eddie. He's funny and dramatic and smart and kind. He's not deserving of any of the mean things that get submitted to the Tattler.
The kids come streaming into the parking lot then, and Eddie stubs out his cigarette, says "see you around, Harrington," and Steve finds himself flushing for reasons he can't quite explain.
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He starts seeing Eddie around way more. He's in school most days, smoking in the parking lot after the last bell, chatting with Steve in the hallways.
It shows up in the Tattler; big news that the King and the Freak are hanging out. Most of the submissions are about it, increasingly elaborate rumors about their supposedly deep, close friendship.
He wishes he could tell Eddie.
Eventually, Eddie invites him to smoke at the quarry. He doesn't hesitate to say yes, doesn't even bother to try ignoring the swoop in his stomach, the speed of his heart.
They sprawl out in the back of the van, Eddie's loud, raucous music pounding around them, sharing a joint back and forth.
Steve gets hazy, boneless, can't stop watching Eddie, the way his lips purse around the joint, his long hair glinting gold in the weak light of the camping lanterns, the pleased shine of his eyes every time he makes Steve laughs.
He likes Eddie so much. Everything about him, honestly. Butterflies ping in his stomach, happy and slow, and he thinks how nice Eddie's lips are, wonders how soft they must be. And he thinks--he's read the submissions, right--he knows the things they say about Eddie, and he wishes it was true, he wants--he wants--
He wants
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Steve's running late to check the locker. Lost track of time at the diner with Eddie, and it's making him panic.
He stuffs the submissions haphazardly into the pocket of his hoodie, dancing with nerves, willing himself to grab them all and get out.
Locker emptied, he sprints towards the exit. He has a second to process someone barreling towards him in the dark, but he's going too fast to stop, can only brace himself as they collide.
It sends him sliding across the floor, Tattler submissions spilling out of his pocket like snow. He hits the ground, scrabbling for the papers, praying that whoever is here with him can't see them in the low light.
Hands grips his biceps. "Stevie, Steve, we have to get out of here" and there's a second where he's comforted by the familiar rasp of Eddie's voice before terror spikes again.
He pulls himself from Eddie's grasp, searching for any dropped submissions in easy reach. "Wha--why--what's--"
"I ran into Jason Carver and his band of idiots at the gas station. They're on their way to here to try to catch the Tattler in action."
Steve freezes. "I don't--that's not--I--"
In the deep silence of the empty school, they both hear the slamming of a door, a bitten off giggle. Eddie grabs his wrist and they run. Into the theater room, through a door Steve didn't know existed, to the backstage area of the auditorium.
"You should be safe here," Eddie says.
Panic spirals through him. "I can explain. I was just--I forgot a--I needed--"
"Harrington! I know, okay? I already know."
Steve can only blink at him, swallows rough in his throat. "What--Eddie, I--"
"I saw you. Weeks ago. Forgot my notebook in the theater room after Hellfire and had to run back for it. You were there, at the locker."
"You can't tell anyone."
"I'm not going to."
"No, Munson, you really can't. Nobody can know. Nobody--"
"Swe--Stevie, I promise. The secret's safe with me." He rocks back on his heels, chewing on his lip for a second before he continues. " I--I couldn't figure you out, you know? I saw you around with those kids and it didn't make any sense. King Steve, babysitting tiny nerds? But I saw you at the locker and..."
"You're giving me too much credit, man."
"I don't think so. You're never--fuck, Harrington--you're never mean. At least, not in the last couple years. You spread gossip, but you don't punch down, and you're funny as hell. Mean as shit too, but only to the people who deserve it."
His ears burn and he looks down. "Just because I have fucking--fucking editorial standards doesn't mean that I'm anything special."
Eddie scoffs. "Remember, Stevie, I was reading it a year before you were here. Cruel, vapid garbage. Always the most vile, pointless stories about people who couldn't defend themselves. And how many submissions have you gotten about me, for instance, that you've never used?"
Steve clenches his fists. "I would never--"
"I know. Sweetheart, I know. That's why I li--You're so fucking good, Stevie."
He laughs, ears burning. "I'm really not, Eddie. I try to write about fun gossip that can't hurt anyone too much, and nobody's found me out because they think I'm too dumb--"
Eddie reaches out then, fingers connecting softly with the edge of Steve's jaw. He can't help but lean into the touch, eyes flickering closed.
"You don't want to hurt people because you're fucking kind. You know how I know for sure? You must get submissions every week about me, and you've never once printed that I'm--" Eddie stops then, swallowing hard.
Steve's throat goes tight. He rests his hand over Eddie's, still holding his face. "Me too," he whispers. "Kind of. I like--it's both. For me."
"Oh," Eddie breathes, mouth lifting in a bright, beautiful smile that Steve can't help but return.
He's watching, sees when Eddie's gaze drifts his lips, making his breath hitch. He doesn't really think about closing the distance between them, slotting their mouths together in a tentative, gentle kiss.
"You're just full of surprises aren't you, Steve Harrington? Eddie asks when they part.
Steve blushes. "That's sort of the last of them."
"Sure. Next you'll be telling me you've played dnd."
"I have a character."
"What???"
"Human paladin. Dustin worked on it with me. Ready to get out of here?"
"Human paladin," Eddie gapes. "You know--you said--what's happening?"
Steve twines their fingers together, leading Eddie towards the auditorium exit. "Well, first we're going to walk out to my car and then we're going to my house, and we're going to look through Tattler submissions. Maybe makeout a little bit."
Eddie giggles. "What the fuck? Like. What the fuck, sweetheart?"
He turns to face Eddie, smile big and pure and bright with happiness. "If you're really nice to me, I'll let you help write this week's issue."
"Oh, oh. You're going to wreck me." Eddie mumbles, almost to himself.
"If you're lucky." Steve beams.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#fluff#friends to lovers#secret identity#gossip column#first kiss#getting together#steve harrington writes a gossip column#steve harrington is lady whistledown#eddie discovers steve's secret identity#they makeout about it#obviously erica becomes the tattler when she gets to high school. obviously
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