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itswhatyougive Ā· 1 year ago
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Look at how coy Steve is being!!! The first sidelong glance in response to Eddie's gaze, followed by a cheekier look and a lean closer to.bump Eddie! Steve is using body language to FLIRT
Bonus: Eddie does a similar double glance a little while after šŸ˜
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kitchen-spoon Ā· 10 months ago
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Steddie strangers to lovers. They meet because they commute on the same train everyday. Eddie has the NYT crossword and he does it everyday. One day after 2 months of them riding together he asks steve for his help.
Eddieā€™s like ā€˜u look smart what do u think?ā€™ And Steve who has been told he is an idiot or stupid or dumb every day of his life is like ā€œits just the suit Iā€™m not good at smart stuff like that.ā€
And Eddie is like ā€˜no way I bet you can help with the sports section at least. I mean look at me, if weā€™re going off stereotypes Iā€™m hopeless.ā€ It getā€™s Steve to blush and he cracks and helps.
Everyday after that they do the puzzle together, Steve eventually helping outside of just the sports section so Eddie can prove to him just how smart he knows he is.
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ghostlyfleur Ā· 11 months ago
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steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: the sweet progression of steve and his pretty girlā€™s relationship.
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, idiots in love, oblivious!reader, shy!reader, inexperienced!reader. pet names (angel, baby, flower girl, pretty girl, princess, sweet girl). 18+ mdni, smut-adjacent. world building.
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pre-relationshipā€”
steveā€™s girl friend is a soft spoken, remarkably sweet, gentle soul. sheā€™s shy, way too anxious, so inexperienced that she comes off as innocent. her wardrobe consists of flowy skirts and flowery dresses and soft sweaters and cozy knits, puts flowers in her hairdos like interwoven in braids or tucked in a half-up half-down mess, has this ethereal vibe to the makeup she likes to wear (ie. shimmery eyeshadow in soft colors, highlighter, sparkly lipgloss, white waterline pencil, fairy wing eyeliner designs, and slightly blushy cheeks), wears silver wire-framed glasses at home when not using contacts and steve thinks it brings out her gorgeous eyes even more. she always wears pretty dangly earrings with flowers, her nails painted with glitter nail polish or neutral soft colors, and steve thinks sheā€™s an angel.
the rest of the people in town mostly think her to be weird and unapproachable, with the way she stops mid walk to crouch down and whisper softly to a ladybug she sees on the sidewalk, or when she accidentally bumps into a street pole and yells out a panicked ā€˜sorry!ā€™ as if she would hear a reply back.
when steve first met his girl, he was enchanted.
she was so soft and beautiful and kind, but also very anxious; something he noticed the first time she walked into scoops ahoy, and steve was so excited to finally talk to the pretty girl that started working at the flower shop down the block that heā€™s been pining for. the pretty girlā€™s reaction to his flirting however was of shyness, nervousness, and seemingly scared silenceā€¦ so steve decided to make a fool out of himself just to see her smile. it was worth it. steve felt as if her laughter was the equivalent of the skies opening up to let sunshine peak through dark clouds. they eased their way into each otherā€™s lives after that. his girl started seeking him out, finding comfort and safety in his presence and caregiving personality, though remaining clueless of his feelings and just how much robin teased him for being a smitten fool.
ā€œpretty flower girlā€ is how steve referred to her at the beginning, all heart eyes and dreamy sighs. working at a flower shop seems to fit her so entirely, like sheā€™s in her own little world while surrounded by flora. sheā€™s able to tell you the meanings, both positive and negative, of any flower imaginable, of different plants too! keeps a log book and a journal to track her flora friendsā€™ growth, pressed flowers and polaroid pictures of different bouquets, photographs each beautiful arrangement she creates in a picture album.
her home is also completely taken over by pots and plants and gardens and hanging vines, secrets whispered to them while she waters her little friends as needed, full conversations kept that seem to make all the plants bloom and flourish even more. lots of natural light comes in from the many windows of her cabin, surrounded by greenery and trees and a small pond that wild animals often visit, knowing her safe haven is also a safe haven for any animals. the place always smells like whatever sheā€™s baking, the decor homey and filled with crystals and incense and hand painted mugs and vases. greens, yellows, oranges, and tan colors. books balanced on any available surface.
she becomes steveā€™s girl best friend, and he loves her so much. worships her, really. steve makes it his mission to spoil and love his pretty girl, even if he hides it behind silly flirting and the pretense of friendship.
whenever theyā€™re together, steve and his girl are all the other sees. the gang has a little bet on who will break first, steve or his flower girl.
her sit is always his lap.
steve swears off other girls as soon as he meets her.
he is very affectionate towards her, and she loves to kiss his cheeks.
they often have sleepovers just the two of them.
theyā€™re so close they can just exist together and be at peace.
sheā€™s so supportive of him too, always praising him and hyping him up.
steve is overprotective of her.
whenever one goes the other sure follows.
see, steveā€™s girl is so sweet on him it drives robin crazy. because robin knows the feelings are reciprocated, but she also knows both steve and his girl enough to know she needs to let them figure this out by themselves. it doesnā€™t mean robin isnā€™t their number one fan, though.
steveā€™s pretty girl bakes him sweets often to bring to him at work to ā€œmake your day a little easier, stevieā€, she brings him flowers from her job that steve learns to preserve in his room, she gives him her favorite ring that he never takes off. but steve also does little things for his sweet girlā€” takes care of her and buys her chocolate because it makes her so happy and giddy he falls a little more in love each time. he also reminds her to drink water, buys her favorite snacks for movie night or when sheā€™s on her period, takes her to the movies, drives her everywhere (because sheā€™s his pretty passenger princess) to have some extra time with her.
oh! steveā€™s girl also has a bunch of homemade gifts that she keeps in a small glass trunk in her home because sheā€™s too shy to give them to her stevieā€” handmade bracelets, handmade wire rings, pretty things she finds at thrift stores that remind her of her pretty boy, handmade necklaces, small gifts with pressed flowers, letters she writes down because she feels so deeply for her sweet boy that she needs to let it out somehow, and a bunch of other small gifts that she hopes one day she can give to her stevie to show him how much she loves him.
sheā€™s so lovely to her stevie without even realizing, though. sheā€™s demiromantic, you see, and after becoming friends with steve she started to slowly fall for him. the thing is, she knew very well what was happening, sheā€™s very in tune to her emotions, and she fell for him willingly! whereas steve fell for her fast and kept falling.
imagine his girl never had her first kissā€¦ sheā€™s so inexperienced and her sweet persona and gentle demeanor make her seem like the softest person ever. steve is so mesmerized by her.
he flirts with her and is sweet to her and devotes his time to her and spoils her rotten and gives her kisses and hugs and cuddles and all the love he has to giveā€” steve quickly decided that even if theyā€™re ā€˜just friendsā€™ heā€™ll still treat her like his princess, give her everything he can and shower her in his adoration until she catches up. and even then, even when itā€™s so obvious that steve is in love with her, that he blushes and stutters and gets flustered only for her, that he shows her every day just how much he loves her, she remains oblivious.
in her pov, she knows sheā€™s in love with her stevie so sheā€™s going to treat him like the most precious person in her world. which he is. the thing is that she gives him all of her love without ever once considering that he might return it, even as he flirts and quite literally says heā€™s hers and sheā€™s his all the time, it never even crosses her mind to actually believe it. maybe because sheā€™s trying to protect herself from heartbreak. she just decides that her stevie deserves the world so sheā€™s going to give him all she can.
but sheā€™s so soft with him! holds his face between her hands when talking to him sometimes like sheā€™s holding her whole world on her hands, presses kisses to his cheeks all the time, gives him hugs. she always compliments him, isnā€™t afraid of telling him exactly whatā€™s on her mindā€¦
ā€œyou look so pretty, stevieā€
ā€œiā€™m so proud of you.ā€
ā€œi missed you lots today!ā€
ā€œi saw this cute puppy and it reminded me of you ā€˜cause youā€™re just as cute!ā€
ā€œi always prefer your company.ā€
flower girl is the most adorable sight steve has ever seen! she pouts so prettily whenever she doesnā€™t get the attention she wants from him, all soft lips and furrowed brows and plush cheeks crossed arms, and steve just wants to pepper kisses all over her face.
her love languages:
she bakes him cookies ; buys him things that remind her of her stevie ; plans these cute little ā€œfriendā€ outings that feel more like dates ; sheā€™s never lacking in her affections though sheā€™s very timid and shy when it happens ; will defend him no matter what ; makes sure to always praise him ; she gets all cranky if someone insults him even playfully ; sheā€™s very shy so she often hides her face on his chest or neck and it makes his heart flutter ; she helps him babysit bc the kids love her ; she gave her stevie a special arrangement of flowers that she created just for him plus a little booklet of pictures of the two of them together that also had pressed flowers on it for his birthday ; she checks in with him every day even if they donā€™t see each other to make sure her stevie is doing okay ; will stay on the phone with him all night especially if he had a nightmare or a fight with his parents.
where steveā€™s best friend is all cute and pouty and sweet and clingy and loving but only to her stevie!!!!! and sheā€™s a bit ditzyā€” talks to animals and plants and inanimate objects like they can answer her, her thoughts jump from one thing to another but steve always entertains her, she skips instead of waking a lot, she dresses all cute and coquette and always has glitter on her somewhere, she gives steve handmade gifts all the time with this shy little smile and blushing and sometimes when the gift is specially meaningful sheā€™ll run away as soon as he accepts it šŸ„ŗ she trips over her own feet a lot too!!! so steve has to grip her waist to help her find her footing!!! and it makes her break out in goosebumps!!! and steve is so in love with her, with her ramblings and midnight ice cream cravings and true crime rants and the way she talks about murder and psychopath profiling and laughs at horror movies and has crystals and tarot cards and wants to befriend ghosts, how she gives her stevie little glass bottles with protection spells or anti-anxiety spells or how she always needs to hear his voice before bed.
and sheā€™s so pretty and soft and kind and nice and laughs a lot and everyone loves herā€” but she never notices how so many people flirt with her, and never notices whenever steve scares possible suitors away, because really she only sees steve!!!!!! and it makes him crazy to see how she blatantly ignores anyone and everyone to focus on him!!!!!
but then one day steveā€™s girl starts feeling sad and heartbroken because sheā€™s convinced herself that steve still loves nancy so she starts pulling away a little and steve doesnā€™t understand what he did wrong! robin has to spell it out for him that his girl thinks he still wants nancy when that couldnā€™t be further from the truth; steve now knows heā€™s never truly been in love before, not like he is with his angel, and that it was his angel that showed him he deserves someone who loves him just as much as he loves them. therefore, steve does his best to find ways to tell his girl that nancy is in the past, that she has nothing to worry about, but he has to do so while him and his angel arenā€™t together yet so he slowly breached the subject until he can figure out where his girl stands, if he can make a move, if sheā€™s interested in him too, yā€™know? like those conversations filled with a deeper meaning and both parties trying to drop hints about their feelings but theyā€™re still too hesitant to be more clear in their affections. for now.
imagine steve spoiling her and making her all giddy and happy and shy and giggly :( i want steve to treat his baby like royalty way before they even get together :( i wanna read about their first kiss and how it makes steveā€™s knees buckle and how sheā€™s so giggly because itā€™s her first kiss and he tells her he wants to marry her right then and there and she tells him she never ever would consider being with anyone but her stevie :(
after they get togetherā€”
their first kiss happens in what steve considers to be the best night of his life to date.
it was halloween, and he was slightly nervous about going to the fair with not only the kids and robin and eddie, but his girl too. the year before, he stayed in with his angel and robin watching movies and eating junk, which was the perfect night ā€˜cause he got to cuddle his girl, but last halloween he went out to celebrate didnā€™t end up being very enjoyable for himā€¦ what with having your now-ex call you bulshit, bullshit, bullshit.
however, this is his girl heā€™s talking about. while it wasnā€™t a date, simply a hangout with their friend group, steve still considers his girl, wellā€¦ his. and the fact she insisted on meeting them there herself had him slightly on edge.
she was dressed as a fairy.
steve has never seen anyone as pretty, as mesmerizing. and the way she treated this night, treated him, was driving steve crazy.
first, once she meets everyone at the entrance of the amusement park they agreed to go to, she insists on paying for both herself and steve. literally grabs steveā€™s wallet from his hand and only gives it back after she pays.
he, of course, only really allows it because she gives him her ā€” in steveā€™s opinion illegal ā€” pouty puppy eyes that she knows steve canā€™t say no to.
afterwards, once they all enter and the kids disperse to the various entertainment with the agreement of meeting up later to eat, steveā€™s girl drags him away from robin and eddie, who were both sporting knowing grins, to a shooting booth where she proceeds to win, suspiciously easily might he add, a stuffed frog for him.
and then she grabs his hand. albeit hesitantly, but she does. intertwining their fingers and everything.
the entire night was a dream for steve, and unbeknownst to him, for his girl too. she had a plan, you see. his angel was pulling out all the stops, even if she was shy and blushy the whole timeā€” paying for the tickets for both of them was number one. followed by winning steve a stuffed animal, holding his hand, sharing fried oreos and cotton candy (again, paid by her), and going to the photobooth. the ferris wheel would be last, but itā€™s what happens inside the photobooth that matters.
once inside, steve made sure she was sat on his lap. she payed again. the pictures go a little something like this:
1st pic steve is laughing and sheā€™s looking at him like heā€™s her dream come true which he is / 2nd pic she pushes forward not being able to wait any longer and quickly presses her lips to his a bit messily / 3rd pic is her looking all flustered and shy and doe-eyed while steve has this dazed look in his eyes and his jaw is dropped / 4th pic is steve grabbing her cheeks and kissing her fully, brows furrowed and all.
steve steals another kiss at the top of the ferris wheel, it was giggling and smiling more than kissing, though.
on the drive home, angel makes a stop at their self-assigned star gazing spot where she officially asks steve to be her boyfriend, all flustered and timid but oh so hopeful. another kiss, a resounding ā€œyesā€ from her sweet boy, and dropping him off with a quick goodnight kiss ends the night, and steve has never been happier.
the fact she planned this whole night, took a chance, romanced the hell out of him, and was so genuine the whole time, looking to make him smile, just because, had steve on a high unlike any other. no one has ever taken the time to spoil him, to do romantic things for him. heā€™s not used to reciprocity in relationships, but here this angel is professing her love for him and not only saying it but showing him she means it. best night of his life.
and so their relationship begins.
steve harrington just worships his girl, spoils her continuously, and wants to do everything for her. he is overly affectionate and just obsessed with his baby, pictures of her and with her everywhere on his house, his car, his wallet, maybe even a locket he wears with a copy of the picture of their first kiss on it. steve took the photobooth strip and got the second picture, his angel kissing him for the first time, copied and altered to fit into the locket.
everyone in town just knows steve is entirely whipped and he does not care. he is definitely touch starved for his girl, quite a bit jealous, however, but trusts her so much that it just comes out as a sort of possessiveness that isnā€™t toxic but something both he and, secretly, his angel enjoy. steve always praises her and wants to take care of her because sheā€™s his sweet little angel girl.
steve is also her first everythingā€” first kiss, first date, first boyfriend, first timeā€¦ and it drives him insane! something about knowing heā€™s the only one thatā€™s ever had her and the only one sheā€™s ever wanted just drives him up the wall and gets him so needy. so desperate. so whiney and pouty.
something else about steve as a boyfriend is that heā€™s his angelā€™s biggest fan ā€” always praising, always encouraging, always in awe of her. will brag about his baby to anyone. randomly brings her up in conversation because sheā€™s all he thinks about and heā€™s so proud to be hers.
buying her flowers whenever he can so sheā€™ll give him this wide, square smile of hers that takes over her whole face like she canā€™t control it and her nose scrunches up a bit and he never wants to look at anything but her.
her stevie is really into pda too, canā€™t take his hands off of her, but nothing extreme; casual touches and pecks on her nose or temple or lips or cheeks, buries his face in her neck often, hand holding constantly!!!!!!, plays with her hair, is always playing with the delicate ā€˜sā€™ pendant on her neck that he gifted her and she never takes off (steve has this proud little smile whenever he messes with it).
then thereā€™s the casual dominanceā€” steve tucks her hair behind her ears, ties her shoelaces for her, adjusts the clasp of her necklace, puts her dainty jewelry on for her, braids her hair because sheā€™s always clumsy with it and she prefers his braids over hers, gives her water so she stays hydrated, remembers her meds for her, adjusts her beanie on her hair when itā€™s cold and sheā€™s wearing one, wipes chocolate from the corner of her mouth because his baby is a messy eater, pulls on her waist when theyā€™re walking so she doesnā€™t bump into someone or something because sheā€™s too busy talking and looking at him, spoon feeds her when sheā€™s too tired and sleepy and pouty, brushes her teeth for her too when sheā€™s being his cute little tired baby or is in subspace, brushing her hair and treating her like a little doll, his little doll, and loves to shower with her so he can do it for her, loves to drive her everywhere too. sheā€™s his pretty passenger princess and they both take that role very seriously.
and whenever his pretty baby gets all glassy eyed and needy and blushy for him? he melts.
steve has a daddy kink. major one. and when he finally finds his baby, his person, he starts noticing things she might be into for the sole reason of wanting to be the absolute best he can be for his baby. the thing is, he knows sheā€™s entirely new to this and still a bit nervous and hesitant and shy, so he starts by filing things away in his brain to make sure once sheā€™s ready and the time comes that he can treat her perfectly, and give her everything and anything she wants.
his baby is probably a sub, she must be, with how pliable and soft she gets. for sure has an oral fixation, always giving him little kisses and little bites randomly and pressing his hand to her lips so she can softly mouth at them (but will shy away and get flustered when she notices sheā€™s doing this) (she just loves his hands and he knows). steveā€™s girl also gets all flustered and her breath hitches when he jokingly calls himself ā€˜daddyā€™, so he takes that as a good sign because thereā€™s nothing steve wants more in this world than to be her daddy. only hers. to spoil and care for and love his baby to the best of his ability.
she also loves when he manhandles her, heā€™s noticedā€” itā€™s just that steve really enjoys carrying his baby around, loves feeling needed and loves holding her and having her body pressed to his and have her hold on to him, but also he just wants to do things for his baby, doesnā€™t want her to tire herself out, ever!
she doesnā€™t need to walk around all the time because her stevieā€™s here and he wonā€™t have his baby do unnecessary work when heā€™s around. whenever he grabs her waist and places her on top of a counter or something and stands between her legs? she gets all smiley. steve also absolutely loves how clearly his touch affects her; she hums and melts into him and gets a bit breathless and just tries to bury herself into him until they become one. lots of cuddles and hugs from behind and just being entirely wrapped in each other while wearing the coziest sweaters under the cuddliest blanket are common occurrences.
the main thing, thoughā€¦ is how steveā€™s shy little girlfriend quickly becomes obsessed with his bulge. loves when her stevie hugs her from behind so it presses against her, or when he has her sit between his legs with her back to his chest, or any time where her stevie is holding her close. he doesnā€™t even need to be hard for her to enjoy it, i mean, he shows through his jeans even when heā€™s soft! and she just always thinks it looks soā€¦soft? and chubby? and she just wants it smushed against her at all times.
it takes steve a while to figure it out, but when he does? heā€™s relentless! pressing up against his baby all. the. fucking. time. just to see her blush and stutter and get all shyā€¦ but she also fucking sighs and relaxes whenever he does it, like itā€™s such a comfort for her? to feel all of him? like itā€™s all sheā€™s waiting for at all times. and it drives steve crazy how his cute, shy, introverted, virgin girlfriend who giggles all the time and is always flustered by him and hiding her hot cheeks with her hands and is soā€¦ clumsy and tentative and nervous when it comes to any sort of affection (which she only accepts from her stevie) ((she definitely hates touch except his)) (((and he knows it too! was one of the things that proved to him his pretty best friend had feelings for him too when they were ā€˜just friendsā€™))) can be so desperate to feel his bulge against her.
angel also loves that her stevie boy has huge hands! absolutely massive. could-wrap-one-hand-around-your-entire-neck massive, beautiful, strong, soft hands.. and yeah, both steve and his girl definitely have huge size kinks. huge. they havenā€™t said so out loud yet, but it shows through their actions. steve loves how obvious the size difference is when theyā€™re holding hands, or when his hand is on her soft thighs. most of the time his baby holds his fingers instead because it hurts a little bit to intertwine their fingers for too long and steve thinks itā€™s fucking adorable. sheā€™s shorter too, so šŸ˜µā€šŸ’« her sweet boy goes crazy. teasing, best friend steve comes out sometimes too when he uses her head as an armrest to tease her, or when he full on picks her up to take her somewhere if sheā€™s being a brat or is too lazy, too tired to move.
steveā€™s angel loves their size difference. so much. it shows when she hides herself against his chest when itā€™s cold, when she compares hand sizes because ā€œstevie, the difference is just insane!ā€, when steve smushes her into the mattress when they start fucking later on. steve notices his angel blush or sigh or break out in goosebumps whenever his hands are involvedā€” i mean, can you blame her? his hands are so pretty. sheā€™s always holding and touching and tracing her fingertips over his palms and pressing kisses, biting softly, sucking on his fingers when sheā€™s restless, fidgety, or sleepy.
using steve as a weighted blanket is a must; helps angel when sheā€™s anxious or having a bad day.
to be continuedā€¦
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tartarusknight Ā· 1 month ago
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Okay but Steve Harrington who somehow landed a talk show/late night show host job. I'm basing this on a clip of the Kelly Clarkson Show, so let me cook.
Steve was pushed into the public eye by his parents either singing or acting. But as he grew up still under his thumb, married to someone they chose who was as controlling and manipulative as his parents, he started hating it all. The fame and money were just reminders of it all. But slowly with a lot of support from Robin, Steve cut those ties. He fought to get the money that was always supposed to be his but in the end he walked away with little money to his name. Even though his name was still quite popular.
He took a break and stayed with Robin, who pushed him to keep going out and doing what he enjoyed but it was hard. He stayed online and people loved seeing his clips. He thought about stepping out of the light completely but then Robin got him a job as a host. The show did well for a late night show and he was enjoying it the best he could. Sometimes he had a bad experience but as he aged, he stopped letting it affect him as much.
He was easy going and made everyone as comfortable as he could. Sure there were people who'd try to start rumors but he did his best to get through it. He was a single bisexual man who divorced his last husband, there was always going to be rumors going around. He didn't get out much for his own life but he gained many friends through the people that came through his show. He just never filled that spot in his heart that longed for love.
That is until Eddie Munson, lead guitarist and singer of Corroded Coffin came on the show. Steve instantly liked the man but forced himself to stay on script. He refused to flirt or show his attraction, even as the man flirted with him. But as Steve was in the middle of asking Eddie about a question on the topic of the lastest tour a photo popped up on his screen.
Steve's voice caught and his train of thought flew out the window at the picture of Eddie mid performance, shirt off, sweat dripping, and his guitar low on his hips. Steve could've died right there as he tried to formulate his question.
"Wow, do you- that's a lot of- right, you must work out- like those muscles- sorry, your shape- you're in shape! Do you have a routine?" Steve finally spit out and only barely stopped himself from hiding his face in his hands.
Eddie smirked at him and slid back in his chair more, "oh yeah. Never used to but Jeff made a good point one day. You gotta be ready to lift your partner," Eddie's grin went from wicked to charmingly innocent in a second and Steve got whiplash, "Over all the mud puddles."
Steve barely managed to keep it together the rest of the interview and Eddie didn't make it any easier on him. Slowly calling Steve more and more pet names. It made Steve want to say fuck it and climb the man, but he stopped himself. Well until later when he knocked on Eddie's dressing room and the two of them finally got in the same page.
After that, well Steve and Eddie were seen together more and more.
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trashymouthgremlin Ā· 1 year ago
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Steve having a small crisis over his feelings for Eddie, not because of his sexuality, but more "do I have a crush on him, or is it just the first guy around my age that I get along with since I lost all my other male friends a few years ago?"
Robin "I can't talk to any girl" is no help, just asks if he flirted with all his male friends this much, and Steve, flashing back to Tommy, and even the weird tension he had with Billy, and just nods
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meidui Ā· 11 months ago
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(with flirtatious intent) "I got no plans tomorrow night."
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cyberstrm Ā· 1 year ago
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matthew lillard!william afton x gn!reader
18+, minors dni!!!! nsfw ahead
cleaning was your least favourite part of the job. part of your nightshift duties involved dusting.
leaning over a counter, stretching over it in order to dust the far end of it, a pair of hands suddenly snake around your hips and ass.
"i love watching you clean," williams voice sounded from behind you. "especially when you end up bent over a counter like this.."
you roll your eyes but smirk, but arch your ass upwards nonetheless.
"you're so good to me, doll."
you push harder, and he replies with a breathy chuckle.
"careful, princess, or i'll have to have you right here, right now."
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steddietogo Ā· 2 years ago
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Steve who never gives his name to barista Eddie so he comes up with more and more outlandish guesses to write on his to-go cup.
One day instead of a name, Steve gets Eddieā€™s number. And they go on a whole ass date with Eddie calling him all sorts pet names since Steve refuses to let up.
Finally, after the day has ended, he finally learns Steveā€™s name and feels absolutely betrayed since Eddie actually got it right the first few guesses but Steveā€™s poker face gave nothing away.
Eddie calls him nothing but Harrington for an entire week as punishment for cheating.
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harmonictechnicality Ā· 2 years ago
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Eddie's Memory Log: Day 30
part 1 here | part 2 here | part 4 here | part 5 here | part 6 here
(ao3 link here)
After one whole month of documenting Eddie Munsonā€™s semi-fucked memory levels, Steve has come across a few crucial bullet points:
Eddie never forgets his own name.
If Eddieā€™s pain levels are bad, so are his memories.
Eddie likes the lime jello better than the chocolate pudding, except he always forgets.
Eddieā€™s memory is worse after the weekend, but it gets better throughout the week.
Eddie can hum the theme songs to all of the shitty soap operas (even on bad days).
Eddieā€™s memory is at its best if heā€™s had multiple visitors the day before.
And maybe the most important bullet of them all:
Eddie always remembers three people (Wayne, Dustin, and Steve).
Memory Log: Day 31
Itā€™s Monday, which means Steve hasnā€™t seen Eddie all weekend. The knuckleheads and Hellfire lemmings take the weekend shift since they donā€™t have school. Steve should be grateful for the time off, but he canā€™t help but wonder how Eddie is feeling - if heā€™s throwing hissy fits or being confectionery sweet to all of his guests.
The curiosity and concern has settled its way into Steveā€™s routine during his days off. Thatā€™s just how it is.
And thatā€™s exactly why Mondays are becoming Steveā€™s (secret) favorite day, despite Eddieā€™s brain managing the slightest soft-reset after the weekend.
ā€œIs he a Hyde or a Kathy today?ā€ Steve asks the nurse at the visitor check-in counter.
He knows the majority of the staff by now, and theyā€™ve all adopted his Eddie Behavioral Lingo. Steve is getting far too cocky about being the hospital trendsetter.
ā€œHeā€™s umā€¦ā€ the nurse's gaze drifts up to Eddieā€™s door.
Shit. Steve bursts into the room because he already knows exactly what that translates to.
Itā€™s a high-pain day. Eddie affectionately calls them Grendel Days - he finally decided to play along with their lackluster literary references.
Oh yeahā€¦ Eddie remembers Beowulf
ā€œHey, hero.ā€ Steve speaks in a lower volume because loud noises are brutal on days like this. ā€œI heard that Grendel crashed the party today, huh?ā€
Admittedly, Steve had Dustin retell the important chunks of Beowulf to him cause thereā€™s no way in Nerd Hell that Steve was going to read that fantasy bible of theirs.
Eddie squints one eye open to look at Steve. ā€œThat son of a bitch is trying to slice open my goddamn kidneys, I swear.ā€
ā€œShould I get my nail bat?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re what?ā€
Damnit.
Eddie remembers zero fucking percent about their monster battles (and itā€™s probably best to keep it that way while heā€™s still recovering).
ā€œNot important.ā€ It is but whatever. Best to just change topics. ā€œCan I interest you in any pain distractions?ā€Ā 
ā€œWhat are you gonna do exactly - open your letterman jacket and offer me a lollipop?ā€Ā  Eddie snorts at his own joke before slumping over, holding his sides.
Steve wags his finger at him. ā€œSee, that is karma for being so mean to me all the time.ā€
ā€œThat?ā€
ā€œAll this pain youā€™re having.ā€
ā€œActually, I think itā€™s because Iā€™m some type of Demonic Tinker Bell.ā€ Eddie offers, fake coughing into his hand. ā€œIf not enough people are calling me freak, I start to die.ā€
Itā€™s just a joke, but Steve is not so keen on his friends joking about things like Mortality anymore.
Still, he laughs. Plays along easily. ā€œAll hail the freak.ā€
Eddie stops his fake coughing fit.
ā€œAnd just like that, my wings of darkness have returned.ā€ Eddie flicks his wrist theatrically, giving Steve the weakest smile. ā€œSee? Much better.ā€
But itā€™s not Much Better. Eddie spends the rest of the visit seething with internal pains. Switchboard style - one area inflicting jolts of throbbing agony, then another. Eddie grabs wherever it hurts the most. Sometimes he canā€™t touch every pain point, itā€™s just too widespread.
Maybe Steve shouldā€¦ No. Heā€™s not sure his hands could stop the hurt any better. Heā€™s not a doctor and heā€™s not fucking magic. Steve is just the guy that wears offensively bright sweaters and watches Eddieā€™s torture spectacle from a front row seat.
They donā€™t talk much after that.Ā 
Eddie canā€™t talk through the pain. And apparentlyā€¦ neither can Steve.
Memory Log: Day 35
The pain has been monstrous all week long. Theyā€™ve had to plug Eddieā€™s heart monitor back in because his heart rate tends to skyrocket when waves of pain hit. It used to be easy to forget that Eddie suffered anything other than head trauma.
Not anymore. Not with his room beeping like a terminal metronome at all hours.
Steve stops asking Eddieā€™s novel-based behavior levels because he already knows the answer. Wishes he didnā€™t.
ā€œMunson?ā€ The lights are off, which helps with Eddieā€™s headaches. Thatā€™s good. Less pain in his head, behind his eyes. Small victories.
ā€œGo home.ā€ Eddieā€™s breathing sounds labored.
Steve settles into his chair anyways. ā€œCanā€™t.ā€
ā€œIā€™m not in the mood.ā€
ā€œMe neither.ā€
ā€œSteve, I swear.ā€
ā€œLike a sailor.ā€
Eddie chuckles. ā€œHurts to laugh.ā€
Seeing Eddie like this is god awful. He should be shredding on his guitar or mocking Dustin senseless for his clashing pattern combinations. He shouldn't be wrapping his arms around his torso, confining the pain thatā€™s mangling him from the inside out.
ā€œWeā€™ve gotta find a way to get Grendel out of your system, man.ā€ Steve bends down to Eddieā€™s eye level. ā€œCause this fucking blows.ā€
Eddie opens both eyes this time - theyā€™re so sunken in. ā€œā€¦ Grendel?ā€
Shit no.
If Eddieā€™s pain levels are bad, so are his memories.
Steve tries again anyway. ā€œYou knowā€¦ from Beowulf?ā€
ā€œSounds cool.ā€ Eddie eyeā€™s close again. ā€œAre they a band?ā€
Eddie doesnā€™t remember Beowulf.
ā€œYou think everything sounds like a band nameā€¦ā€ Steve mumbles, ignoring the disappointment pinging in his mind.
Eddie reaches for the guitar pick on his neck - one of his bandmates brought it by a couple weeks ago. He rubs his thumb over it as if he can transfer memories through fingerprints.
ā€œHometown Slut.ā€ Eddie sends a sideways smile over towards Steve. ā€œSnatching virginities and record deals.ā€
Okay. Fuck. Eddie remembers inside jokes. That seems like a big fucking deal.
Steve attempts to not overreact with this revelation. Avoid another hair ruffling/thumbs-up situation. ā€œDid you have to use the word ā€˜snatchā€™ in your weird little slogan?ā€
ā€œOh the word choice was very unavoidable, Stevie boy.ā€
Steve shuts the notebook, focuses on keeping Eddie distracted from his pain. ā€œWhat about your band?ā€
ā€œWhat about it?ā€
ā€œDo you rememā€¦ā€ Steve searches for another phrase. ā€œDo you think you can tell me the name?ā€
ā€œAlright, please stop treating ā€˜rememberā€™ like itā€™s a dirty word.ā€ Eddie whines. ā€œIā€™m not the fucking cable version of Breakfast Club. Stop censoring yourself around me.ā€
ā€œRight.ā€ Steve opens the binder back up.
Eddie doesnā€™t rememberā€¦
ā€œCorroded Coffin.ā€Ā 
Phew. Eddie does remember his band.
ā€œDo you remember what instrument you play?ā€ Steve puts emphasis on the un-censored word.
ā€œAccordion.ā€
ā€œBe serious.ā€
ā€œPolka is dripping in sincerity.ā€
Steve pinches the skin between his eyebrows. Truly, itā€™s impressive that Eddie can still manage to be a massive prick, even when heā€™s writhing in pain. Itā€™s like heā€™s going for the goddamn gold medal of assholery.
ā€œGuitar.ā€ Eddie dangles the pick around, somewhat peeved. ā€œNow can we chill with the third degree for today, officer?ā€
Steve notices Eddieā€™s monitor is beeping faster than it was when he first entered the room. That sobers him up from his irritation.
ā€œYeah, sure.ā€ He sighs. ā€œNo more questions for today.ā€
Eddie cuts him a devious look. ā€œWell I didnā€™t say that now, did I?ā€
ā€œHuh?ā€
ā€œOh the vapid look is not nearly as cute as you think it is.ā€ Eddie lifts himself up slightly from his stack of pillows. He flattens them out and into a pillow wall as he sits upright. ā€œHow about I ask the questions today?ā€
ā€œWhy? Iā€™m not the one whoā€™s struggling with brain stuff.ā€ Steve walks over to give him a hand. Eddies seems to be struggling with his strength, which is to be expected after becoming a fucking bat buffet.
ā€œThatā€™s debatable.ā€ Eddie mumbles.
Steveā€™s close enough to feel his breath as he pushes the pillows comfortably around Eddieā€™s new sitting position.Ā 
Itā€™s not weird, the close contact or the breath. Steve has been helping Eddie with gross shit for a month - holding his hair when he starts puking or coughing up blood. Unraveling him from tubes and cords because Eddie is notorious for twisting himself into a medical straight jacket with this shit.
Itā€™s not weirdā€¦ itā€™s just weird how aware Steve is of Eddieā€™s breath. How warm and jagged it feels, even through his layered clothes.
Maybe Eddie is aware too, because he starts breathing through his nose the longer the silence is drawn out between them. Steve finally takes a step back, creates a non-breath-touching distance once again.
ā€œHumor me then.ā€ Eddie fills the tense pause.
Steve crosses his arms. ā€œDonā€™t I always?ā€
ā€œNo. Usually, you aggravate me.ā€ But see, why do Eddieā€™s eyes get all shimmery when he says snarky shit? And why does Steve suddenly use words like shimmery to describe Eddie Munson?
Why does it remind him of those sequined dresses that girls wear to homecoming dances when Eddieā€™s eyes do that shimmery thing? Itā€™s like his mind is taking the insults and turning them into compliments, which is so bizarre.
ā€œSteve?ā€
Shit, right. Say something instead of thinking about Eddieā€™s sequined eyes, goddamnit. ā€œYeah?ā€Ā 
Real original, asshole.
ā€œJustā€¦ look.ā€ Eddie taps his fingers against this side of his bed. ā€œThereā€™s sharp pains shooting through every fucking limb on my body right now. I just need a distraction today - not a pop quiz.ā€
Yeah, Steve offered the distraction idea at the beginning of the week. But really, thatā€™s not what heā€™s here to do. Heā€™s here for the kids. Heā€™s here to fill his jobless life with a meaningful task. Help Eddie the way he couldnā€™t help him in the Upside Down.
But the kids have no idea what itā€™s like every day. How some days, they are friendly and comfortable with one another. How some days, thereā€™s a verbal boxing match between them - and on those days, theyā€™re both the losers.
How some days, Steve is the one getting flustered instead of Eddie (whoā€™s usually being called out for staring at Steveā€™s hair or arms or whatever else his eyes decide to fixate on).
Nobody else knows how many climates this hospital room can hold. Nobody besides Steve and Eddie.
ā€œFine.ā€ Steve decides after mulling it over for far too long. ā€œIā€™ll be your distraction.ā€
ā€œCareful, Steve.ā€ Eddie breaks the non-breath-touching distance, poking Steveā€™s wrist. ā€œYou almost sound flattered.ā€
ā€œHardly.ā€ Bad time to bring up the word hard - when theyā€™re seesawing between taunts and flirtations. Thank god for the binder Steveā€™s holding, obscuring any part of his anatomy that could potentially betray his coolness at the moment.
ā€œGo ahead, Munson.ā€ Steve backs away from Eddieā€™s touch. ā€œAsk your questions.ā€
Eddie runs the entire thing as if he were a late night talk show host. Uses his hospital side table as his interview desk. Pretends his empty jello container is his microphone. Calls Steve his ā€˜special guestā€™ the whole time. Steve scoots his chair right next to Eddieā€™s bed, just to keep up the talk show charade.Ā 
An hour into it, theyā€™re both feeding off one anotherā€™s energy and attention. Steve can tell by the way Eddieā€™s fingers unclench from his sides and his teeth stop gritting together, that his pain is subsiding - or perhaps itā€™s no longer at the focal point of his mind. His heart monitor is at a tempo that seems ideal - less fast and less choppy. More like a ballad than a pop song.
Eddieā€™s questions range from common to outright strange. He asks Steve shit like, ā€˜whatā€™s your favorite breakfast food?ā€™ And then follows it up with, ā€˜okay - but if you could only eat scrambled eggs for dinner, would they still be your favorite breakfast? Or does time of day play a vital role in your food preferences?ā€™
ā€œDoes it fucking matter?ā€ Steve rolls his eyes. More than annoyed by Eddieā€™s constant need to play devilā€™s advocate.
ā€œNothing matters, Harrington.ā€ Eddie replies. ā€œAnd please stop answering my questions with more questions. This isnā€™t a goddamn improv game.ā€
Eddie remembers how to be a pain in the ass.
Steve doesnā€™t write it down, doesnā€™t really need to. ā€œWhat the hell is an improv game?ā€
ā€œI swear to Johnny Carson, Iā€™ll kick you off my show.ā€
ā€œWhatever.ā€ Steve isnā€™t any less confused, but whatā€™s new. ā€œI guess time of day does matter a little bit.ā€
ā€œHa! Knew it. Youā€™re so predictable.ā€
ā€œAnd youā€™re a fucking handful.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s high praise coming from such an esteemed guest of the show.ā€ Eddieā€™s hand is splayed over his chest, over his heart. The heart thatā€™s beating like a ballad and not a pop song according to his monitor.
Okay stop.
Steve knows this is a game. A shtick. So why is his face heating up? Why are his palms sweatier than they were twenty minutes ago? Why does Steve keep wondering what Eddieā€™s eyelashes feel like against his cheek when he flutters them in that overly dramatic way?
The clock interrupts his questioning. Probably for the best.
They exchange goodbyes. Eddie always gets a little concerned that Steve might not show up again. Steve always tucks his bitchiness away to reassure Eddie that heā€™ll be back on Monday.
Itā€™s their routine. Not just Steveā€™s routine. Itā€™s theirs now.
Memory Log: Day 38
Itā€™s Monday. Soft-reset day. Steveā€™s new favorite day.
ā€œHey, Steve.ā€ One of the nurses stops him on his way to Eddieā€™s room.Ā 
Her name is Sam - Steve likes Sam the best because she lets him stay longer on days when Eddie feels his shittiest. She also gives him gum to help with his nerves.Ā 
Hospitals do that sometimes. They just activate his nerves like glow sticks. Snapping and crackling the radioactive colors that make his stomach churn.
Anyways, the gum helps.
ā€œWhatā€™s up?ā€ Steve asks.
ā€œJust wondering,ā€ Sam gives him a pleasant smile. ā€œDo we have a code for Eddieā€™s good days?ā€
ā€œGood days?ā€ They donā€™t hear that phrase often around here. ā€œI donā€™t think so.ā€
ā€œMaybe you should think of one.ā€ She starts flipping through some files. ā€œHeā€™s been in great spirits for three days now.ā€
Three days? Steve rarely gets three hours of Eddie being in great spirits. The guy is a perpetual ghoul, so this is definitely something to celebrate.
Steve makes a pit stop to the vending machine. Grabs them a couple of root beers and candy bars for the occasion. Look, itā€™s not champagne and hors dā€™oeuvres, but itā€™ll suffice. Besides, Eddie doesnā€™t strike him as a ritzy kind of dude anyways. Heā€™d probably make some joke like, ā€˜you mean to tell me that a whore made these dā€™ouevres?ā€™
Jesus christ, Steveā€™s been hanging out with Eddie for too long.
ā€œThereā€™s my favorite lady killer.ā€ Eddie is already grinning as Steve walks in the door.Ā 
Still remembers Steve is a Hometown Slut (of all the things that would stick to his brainā€¦ why that?)
ā€œSeriously, you look sharp today.ā€
Steveā€™s knees lock at the compliment. ā€œUm. Thanks. So do you.ā€
And the crazy part is, he means that. Thereā€™s a peachy color returning back to Eddieā€™s skin. The bags under his eyes are a faded gray instead of an Almost Black.Ā 
And his hair. Eddieā€™s hair is actually untangled. His curls are fluffed out, sort of feathery at the ends. Maybe somebody trimmed all of the dead pieces off because it looks... Well, it looks nice.
Steve kind of hates to admit that.
ā€œGuessing your pain levels are better?ā€
ā€œYou guess right.ā€ Eddie nods. ā€œWhatever meds they gave me Friday night finally kicked Grendelā€™s lousy ass.ā€
Eddie remembers Beowulf again.
ā€œGlad to hear it.ā€ Steve is trying to process how great things are going. Eddieā€™s complexion. Eddieā€™s memories. Itā€™s never this clear on Mondays. Steve tries to just be grateful to have a day like this, but he canā€™t help but wonder why.
Why now?
ā€œEggs for breakfast?ā€ Eddie is fiddling with his necklace again.
Steve jerks his head up. ā€œYouā€¦ didnā€™t forget?ā€
ā€œDonā€™t get too excited.ā€ Eddie gestures to Steveā€™s pants. ā€œBecause I wish I could forget those ridiculous khakis that you always wear on Mondays.ā€
ā€œShit, really?ā€
ā€œWhatā€™s the deal with that anyways?ā€ Eddieā€™s nose scrunches up at the question. ā€œLaundry day or something?ā€
ā€œIā€¦ā€ Yes.
ā€œOr do you think your ass just looks better in lighter colors?ā€
ā€œWellā€¦ā€ Also yes.
Eddie winks. ā€œLooks like your ability to complete a sentence is just as fucked as my memory, huh Stevie?ā€
Steve nervously runs his hands through his hair. ā€œThis is just a lot to process, sorry.ā€
And it is. Steve starts jotting everything down before he starts to forget:
Eddie remembers Steveā€™s favorite breakfast food.
Eddie remembers Steve wearing khakis on previous Mondays.
Eddie remembers Steveā€™s Memory Fucked inside joke.
Eddie remembers a shit ton about Steve.
Eddie remembers.
Very lightly, Steve scribbles on the corner of the page:
Eddie notices Steveā€™s assā€¦
The rest of the visit is pretty awesome, one of the best ones theyā€™ve ever had. Eddie recalls practically everything from Friday, which is blowing Steveā€™s mind. They talk about his visit with Dustin on Sunday, and how excited Eddie is to see Wayne on Thursday. Steve doesnā€™t even bother with taking more notes because Eddie remembers it all.
They talk like real friends today. Friends that occasionally notice other friendā€™s asses or get lost in their sequined eyes, but still. Itā€™s somewhere in the ballpark of friends, right? Whatever it is, itā€™s better than ripping each other apart with insults. Thatā€™s gotta count for something.
Eddie falls asleep an hour before visiting hours are over. He falls asleep still smiling from the last joke he told before dozing off. Steve studies his facial features because he can finally see more of them (Eddieā€™s bangs were trimmed too, thank god).Ā 
Heā€™s still pretty banged up. Cuts that overlap and bruises that change gradient the further up they spread. As if the softer parts of Eddie are still freshly wounded. Thatā€™s not how it works, Steve has been beaten up enough to know that people donā€™t bruise like fruit. Not really.
Steve can just see more of Eddie now, which is proving to be a dangerous road to travel down. Way too many detours to let his mind wander. Think. Overthink.
He thinks Eddie is attractive. Thatā€™s the detour heā€™s taking tonight. And if this person didnā€™t already occupy so much space in his mind, that detour might be more shocking to him. But itā€™s barely registering on the shock-meter.
Eddieā€™s unharmed features are highlighted in attractiveness against the purples and grays and reds. Itā€™s almost impossible not to notice that heā€™s attractive when his face has this many colors. This much character.
Steve doesnā€™t know whatā€™s going on. This could all be his exhaustion kicking in. Or maybe Eddieā€™s great spirits has twisted Steveā€™s outlook on things. Or maybe itā€™s an illusion from the Better Day theyā€™ve shared together.
The only clear answer that Steve has right now is that Eddie remembers him. And that fucking means something.
Steve stops by to tell Sam the good news on his way out.
ā€œI think heā€™s getting better.ā€
Sam nods once. ā€œHe definitely feels better, Iā€™ll give you that.ā€
ā€œSure, butā€¦ā€ Steve begins. ā€œI think his memory is getting better too. He remembers the littlest details about me.ā€
ā€œSteve.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s huge, right?ā€ Steve is so awestruck. ā€œLikeā€¦ I donā€™t know, Sam. Maybe heā€™ll get to go home soon.ā€
She doesnā€™t respond right away. Her eyes just keep shifting between Steve and Eddieā€™s door.
ā€œI think I need to show you something.ā€
That canā€™t be good. Her tone is very, ā€˜speak with me after class, young man.ā€™
They quietly walk back into Eddieā€™s room. Sam motions her head for Steve to approach Eddieā€™s bedside. Cautiously, Steve does.
She gently pulls back Eddieā€™s thin blanket, and Steve feels the air vacate his fucking lungs.
Eddieā€™s arms. Thereā€™s tape and IVs and tattoos and scars - all of the usual stuff.Ā 
But then thereā€™s writing. Eddie is covered in black ink, scribbled notes filling in all the gaps of his pale skin. Steve canā€™t make out most of the words - itā€™s all messy.
But thereā€™s one word he spots over and over again.
ā€˜Steve.ā€™
Itā€™s all messy, sure. But itā€™s all about him.
ā€œHoly shit.ā€ Steve whispers, quickly looking towards Sam. ā€œSorry, didnā€™t mean to swear.ā€
ā€œNo, thatā€™s an appropriate response.ā€ Of course sheā€™d be cool about him swearing.
Without waking up Eddie, he begins to decipher the notes as best as he can:Ā 
Scrambled eggs. Extra hold hairspray. Hyde or Kathy. Yellow sweater. Khakis on Mondays.
There are notes on things they havenā€™t talked about as well. Things that Eddie has just observed:
Steve visits Mon-Fri.
Steve laughs at all of your jokes, even the mean ones.
Steve applies chapstick when heā€™s nervous.
Steve will untangle your wires without making it weird.
The name Steve no longer sounds the same after reading it fifteen times over.
ā€œIā€™m so sorry, sweetie.ā€ Sam places a hand on Steveā€™s back. ā€œItā€™s not that heā€™s remembering everything again.ā€
ā€œOh.ā€
ā€œHe just doesnā€™t want to forget you.ā€
No. That canā€™t be right. That canā€™t be possible. Of course Eddie knows who Steve is. Of course he does.
Steve finds a shitty excuse to get the hell out of this place. Heā€™s polite about it because Sam is a kindhearted person, but this is so fucking unfair. Every last bit of it, down the last ink stain on Eddieā€™s nondominant arm.
Max isnā€™t awake. Eddie still has a skim-milk memory. Nothing has gotten better?
Well that shit ends today. Because whatever detour Steveā€™s mind discovered tonight, itā€™s leading him down a fucking freeway of tenacity. Heā€™s fueled by whatever attraction or feelings heā€™s developing for Eddie. Whether itā€™s friendship or something more, it really doesnā€™t matter. Not after tonight.
Steve just cares about Eddie way too much to let his mind rot away like this. Heā€™s too close, too connected to the problem to let it go unsolved forever.
As soon as Steve gets home, he calls Robin.
ā€œReally, dingus?ā€ Robin answers the phone like that. Annoyed and groaning already. ā€œItā€™s late and Iā€™m neck-deep in a John Hughes marathon.ā€
ā€œItā€™s about Eddie.ā€ Steve gets right to it.
ā€œIs he okay?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know.ā€
ā€œOh fuck.ā€ She exhales loudly. ā€œHow can I help?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re friends with his bandmates, right?ā€
ā€œYeah, kinda. Why?ā€
Steve flips through the memory log. Locates one of his crucial bullet points:
Eddie can hum the theme songs to all of the shitty soap operas (even on bad days).
ā€œI need you to ask them to make a mixtape of Eddieā€™s favorite songs.ā€ Steve requests. ā€œAnd it should be in chronological order. From stuff he liked as a kid, to stuff heā€™s into now.ā€
ā€œOkayā€¦ā€ Robin pauses. ā€œAnd you think this will help?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know.ā€ Which is true, it could be a big waste of time. ā€œBut Iā€™ve gotta try something.ā€
This might be dumb. But music helped them defeat(ish) Vecna. So thereā€™s a possibility it could massage the knots in Eddieā€™s mind. Relax him enough to remember his life. All of it.
ā€œOh, and one more thing.ā€ Steve adds before hanging up.
ā€œWhat?ā€
Steve hits the accelerator on his freeway of tenacity.
ā€œI need my fucking car back.ā€
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Eddie was bad at flirting. He knew it, everyone heā€™d ever flirted with knew it, and now Steve knew it too. He always had the right intention but his words didnā€™t come out right when he needed to be romantic. Take his call to Steve for example.
He was trying to arrange cuddle time and a movie night after Steveā€™s shift. Unfortunately, his brain-to-mouth filter malfunctioned.Ā 
ā€œAlrighty Stevie, Iā€™m excited! Iā€™m gonna be all over you like flies on shit,ā€ Eddie knew he fucked up as soon as he said it.Ā 
ā€œUmā€¦ did you seriously just call me shit?ā€ Steve asked him, completely and utterly unimpressed.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s a compliment?ā€
ā€œNo.ā€
Instead of cuddle time and a nice night with his boyfriend, he had to spend his night groveling at Steveā€™s front door while trying to bypass his feral lesbian babysitter. He would definitely be monitoring his flirting more carefully in the future.Ā 
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robertdowneyjjr Ā· 10 months ago
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Happy birthday!!! šŸ„³ Also, I absolutely love your writing~ā™” (your stony soulmate au and vampire tony au are my favorite!!!)
For the prompt: Tony being dragged to a weapon's demonstration by Howard, decides to absolutely piss him off by wearing booty shorts and tank topsā€”distracting Howard's favorite soldiers: Steve and Bucky
hello ily sorry this has taken so long šŸ„²
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As long as Stark Industries continues to make weapons, Tony has zero interest in ā€œdoing his partā€ for the company at these military shindigs. Sure, heā€™s glad that his dad is at least letting him head the efforts for defensive and medical tech, but until the day the weapons department is completely shut down, Tony will not give those power hungry generals the time of day.
So when Howard all but forces Tony into joining him for a five-day trip to Afghanistan for a weapons demonstration, Tony retaliates the best way he knows how. By shamelessly embarrassing his dad.
He takes his sweet time on the plane, lazing casually in his band t-shirt and jeans as they make their descent. He knows heā€™ll be expected to change into a more ā€œappropriateā€ outfit once they land because thatā€™s protocol, and heā€™s looking forward to watching Howardā€™s head explode later.
Thatā€™ll teach him to force Tony into doing anything weapons-related.
By the time the company jet lands, Howard has already changed into his perfectly pressed suit so he can greet the soldiers who have been sent to meet them.
ā€œHurry up and get changed, Tony. The general has sent his most elite squad to come get us,ā€ Howard says. ā€œSteve and Bucky are the best of the best. Letā€™s show them some respect and not keep them waiting.ā€
He turns towards the stairs to disembark.
ā€œWhat the hell kind of a name is Buckyā€¦ā€ Tony mutters as he heads towards the back of the plane to change his clothes.
Five minutes later, heā€™s going down the plane stairs like a pageant queen, never mind the fact that heā€™s dressed like the polar opposite. The chatter between Howard and the two beefcakes facing him abruptly stops when the blonde one spots Tony and immediately blushes a bright red.
When Howard turns to see what the problem is, he goes red too, albeit much uglier and angrier.
ā€œTony, what in the world are you wearing? Do you really think this is appropriate for a trip of this nature?ā€ Howard seethes.
As he joins the group, Tony looks down at his clothes. His jean shorts cut off six inches above his knees, and his tank bearing his favorite bandā€™s logo is only marginally long enough to not be considered a crop top. He looks damn good, and he knows it.
ā€œI do in fact think these clothes are appropriate, actually. I dressed for the weather.ā€ He pastes on a shit-eating grin and turns towards the soldiers. ā€œHi, Iā€™m Tony.ā€
Before either of them could introduce themselves, Howard cuts in.
ā€œGet back in there and change into a proper suit, Tony. This isnā€™t funny.ā€
ā€œIā€™m afraid I canā€™t do that. All Iā€™ve packed are shorts and tank tops and t-shirts.ā€
As Howard splutters, one of the soldiers ā€” the blonde one who had been staring ā€” takes Tonyā€™s hand and shakes it.
ā€œIā€™m Steve. I, uh, I think you look great. Um, youā€™ve got nice legs,ā€ he says, his ears turning pink. Tony has a feeling itā€™s not because of the blazing sun.
The brunette standing next to Steve gently shoves him aside and takes his place in front of Tony.
ā€œHeya, Iā€™m Bucky.ā€ He boldly steps closer and places his hand on Tonyā€™s shoulder. ā€œAnd if you really do need something else to wear, Iā€™d be happy to lend ya somethinā€™. Iā€™m sure youā€™d look incredible in my clothes, doll.ā€ He winks.
Tony glances between the two soldiers, both of whom have not even spared Howard or anyone else a second of their attention since Tony sauntered up to them in his booty shorts and tank top.
He smiles.
Looks like this trip might not be a bad idea after all.
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pespillo Ā· 3 months ago
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he greets almost everyone it just caught them off guard the way he does it
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ghostlyfleur Ā· 11 months ago
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steve harrington x shy!reader
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king steve falling for the shy, soft girl that is an introvert and a flustered mess and extremely clumsy and he just thinks sheā€™s cute, okay?
but any effort he makes into becoming close to his dream girl ā€” that is always nice to him, and always lends him a pen in class with a smile, and never judges him or calls him stupid ā€” is brushed off with a cute blush and silence or a shy smile followed by her just walking away with a nervous wave, and he doesnā€™t get it.
steve knows he can flirt, he also knows sheā€™s into him; sheā€™s so obvious about it, what with her blushing and stuttering and trying to hide her pretty smile and her pretty face. the thing is, what steve doesnā€™t realize, is that she doesnā€™t take his interest seriously, i meanā€¦ heā€™s King Steve, right?
she thinks heā€™s just bored after breaking up and moving on from nancy wheeler, and itā€™s true, he has moved on, but she wonā€™t believe he moved on because of her. she brushes it off as him just teasing her or joking or being naturally flirty or maybe he just wants to make her fall for him so he knows he still has that effect on girls, doesnā€™t believe heā€™d ever truly want her, at least not for anything more than a hook up, and thatā€™s just not her. even though yes, sheā€™s falling for him, but she wonā€™t let herself believe he might feel the same. see, sheā€™s never had romantic validation, no one has ever taken an interest in her or tried to pursue her, and yeah, the fact sheā€™s quiet and closed off and a loner plays a part in it, but sheā€™s also demiromantic/demisexual so she needs an emotional connection before romance or sex even becomes a possibilityā€¦ and thereā€™s just no one that has the patience for thatā€¦ right? and if someone does, what if she doesnā€™t reciprocate?
but she likes steve. she does. so much. sheā€™s just trying her hardest to protect herself so she wonā€™t fall for his charms, but he wonā€™t let her. because steve sees that she likes him back, so heā€™s all in. steve just thinks sheā€™s so cute, so overwhelmingly kind, so sweet and soft and smiley, always giggling and petting stray animals and she always has flowers with her somewhere (from both her job at the flower shop and the copious amounts of flora in her home), on her hair or behind her ear or just carrying them around; they make her feel happy and safe and calm. ease her anxiety. steve loves her flower printed dresses that look so good on her, and her flowy skirts that show off her pretty legs and soft thighs heā€™s dying to grab at, and her cute sweaters he just knows are soft to the touch just like her, and her pretty mary jane shoes or converse that always match her outfits in color, coupled with her dainty rings and a cute daisy necklace she wears everyday that steve wants to add an ā€˜sā€™ pendant to desperately.
but she dodged his advances. every time. giggles as if heā€™s joking, walks away when she gets too flustered with a soft ā€œgotta go, have a nice day, stevieā€, like she doesnā€™t know his heart is about to burst out of his chest and that sheā€™s the only one allowed to call him stevie at all. like she doesnā€™t see all the girls that are interested in steve look at her with jealousy because steve only looks at her. sheā€™ll blush and hide her cheeks and roll her eyes playfully and steve just doesnā€™t know how to make her believe him! how to prove to her heā€™s serious, that he wants something serious. with her, and her only.
so steve keeps flirting, keeps asking her out, keeps being sweet and affectionate and caring and tender, keeps making her adorably flustered, keeps smirking and winking at her, keeps showing her his true self whenever he manages to keep her in his presence long enough before she scurries off, keeps ignoring any other girl thatā€™s interested in him, saying heā€™s not interested and that he already has someone, and trying to make his baby finally give into himā€¦ until one day she breaks and just asks him to stop, tells him he won, she fell for it, he can stop now. and his sweet girl tears up, crybaby that she is, tells him he can stop trying to make her fall for him ā€˜cause she has and he wins, okay?! he can move on to the next girl and make her fall for him too. just to stop messing with her, itā€™s not fair. and it breaks steveā€™s heart, itā€™s painful. so he drops all of his walls and he confesses his love and sheā€™s hesitant at first, not believing her dream guy could possibly want her back, but steve promises that if she gives him a chance heā€™ll prove to her sheā€™s the only one he wants.
ā”€ā”€ harmoā€™s footnotes:
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reality-exodus Ā· 3 months ago
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The Falcon and the Owl
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Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader!Stark Word count: 2377 Summary: reader and Sam meet at the party during age of Ultron and flirt when thereā€™s a fight Sam saves readerā€™s life.
I was never an official avenger thanks to my brother, Tony, I didnā€™t care that much after a point. I had taken an noticeable part in the SHIELD as a manager of the Stark Industries and the main graphist designer for my brotherā€™s crazy ideas. I was a doctor in reality with love of experimenting in genetics, Nick Fury was particularly interested in my love for that subject and had me in the helicarrier many timesā€¦
Tonight though, it was a day off. It had been a hard mission for the avengers and they needed a small soiree so I contacted Maria Hill and James Rhodes and had it arranged immediately, callingĀ  the closest of the fellow heroes that saved the world last year. I was fixing the cava carefully as the guests began to arrive.
I was sitting at the top of the stairs leaned on a pillar with a glass of rum staring down at the party, I liked that everyone was having fun. I saw my brother with Thor they were speaking and giggling as Nat was serving them, there was Helen with Rhodey speaking as Banner approached Nat in the bar. Clint was with Maria and Happy laughing and drinking beers.
ā€œHow come you hosted a party Steve, didnā€™t know Avengers were a social club.ā€ Sam joked, I didnā€™t flinch it wasnā€™t polite to listen to conversations you werenā€™t included.
ā€œWe had a tough week, so Dr. Stark made this surprise for us.ā€ Steve approached me and turned down to me. ā€œWhy are you sitting hereā€¦?ā€ he asked me and smiled down at me.
ā€œI am spectating the children Steve, making sure they are having fun.ā€ I smiled back at him. ā€œSo childrenā€¦ are you having fun?ā€ I asked and turned at the two.
ā€œAre you sure avengers ainā€™t a social club?ā€ he asked and turned at me confused.
ā€œSteveā€¦ look down thereā€¦ā€ I pointed to the floor he looked confused and did stare at where I was showing him. ā€œYou dropped your manners, because you didnā€™t Ā introduce usā€¦ā€ I joked and Sam laughed while Steve rolled his eyes and nudged my side. I laughed and slapped his hand, he knew I was ticklish.
ā€œI assumed you knew him since you invited himā€¦ā€ Steve spoke and looked between us. Sam turned at me to see what I would reply.
ā€œTo be honest he doesnā€™t ring a bell.ā€ I spoke up and looked at him. I tried to be as indifferent as I could, I do not know whyā€¦
ā€œThatā€™s a first, people usually remember me, especially women.ā€ Sam responded with a smile, it was a funny smile.
ā€œI like your confidenceā€¦ but I still do not recall your name.ā€ I reminded him, I justĀ  had the need to get over confident and self aware people a bit off their little cute castle of confidenceā€¦ thatā€™s what childhood trauma smells like, with a brilliant minded brother like Tony.
ā€œSam Wilson, Trauma counselor and pararescue Jumper U.S. air forceā€¦ and very charmedā€ Sam spoke bowing lightly and looked at me with a playful gaze. I held back a chuckle, it was a natural response when people were matching my sass and werenā€™t awkward or scared of how I responded. Steve had left us alone and I didnā€™t realize when it happened.
ā€œNice to meet you Samuel, I am Y/N, Y/N Stark. Co- Owner Graphic Manger in Stark Industries, Neurosurgeon, Shield agent in the science departmentā€¦ PhD in Metropolitan college at Pathology.ā€ I introduced myself and smiled at him cocky, he was taller than me even though I was wearing heels, for a moment I saw Tonyā€™s gaze over at me but I turned my back.
ā€œAh, is that all?ā€ Sam asked and looked at me, taking a sip from his drink.
ā€œNo there are more. I just donā€™t want you to feel bad.ā€ I spoke up coldly my gaze looked at him trying to not look at him, with a polite and slightly amused smirk, he seemed to enjoy it. I was enjoying itā€¦
ā€œOh do tell, Perhaps I will Ā visit a Trauma Counselor afterwardsā€ Sam joked back and I raised my eyebrows at his responses.
ā€œI happen to be a Forensic Genetist from the SHIELD academy and a teacher for Russianā€¦ I also speak Italian Greek and Frenchā€¦ and I paint in my free time.ā€ I added and sipping my glass of wine elegantly. ā€œIā€™ll cover the expenses if you are feeling overshadowed I smiled but I got serious clutching my head as I heart a high pitched frequency as if electrified cables were on contact.
ā€œAre you alrightā€¦?ā€ Sam asked me his hand gently touching my forearm, I turned down stairs at my brother, he looked buzzed as well but he kept talking with the people at the small lounge.
ā€œYes, i am but-Ohā€¦ā€ I spoke and looked at my original design working. ā€œUltronā€¦ā€ I murmured as the robot stumbled, Sam was dragging me slowly closer to the rest as I was staring at it, itā€™s a bad habit I hadā€¦ it was a magical feeling see my designs alive and walking every time Tony created something I designed I was swallowed by this feeling of satisfaction, he looked good and he would look even better with the final designs and the color it would look even better than before.
ā€œMhm- Some dreams, gotta kill the other one-.ā€ The robot mumbled in low volume, he grabbed his head, Sam had me moving backwards slowly. ā€œHe was a good guyā€¦ā€ he said and turned at us.
ā€œYou killed someoneā€¦ā€ Steve asked, I hadnā€™t realized how close to the rest we were;
ā€œHow did you activate yourself- You werenā€™t even half built.ā€ I asked and looked at it.
ā€œThe other guy helped meā€¦ He was a good guy.ā€ He responded again, it was as if we had an actual conversation
ā€œWho sent you?ā€ Thor asked, staring at it like death, the tension in all of them was giving me the chills, even Tony seemed anxious on the matter.
ā€œWhat do you plan on doing?ā€ my voice was heard, it was a recording the robot was playing it. ā€œI see armors all over the worldā€ then it was my brotherā€™s voice.
ā€œYltronā€¦ā€ Bruce realized and stared at my brotherā€¦
ā€œIn the fleshā€¦ā€ the robot spoke and excuse me was that sarcasm I heard in his tone, other than coldness and reality. ā€œWell not yetā€¦ Not like that, I have some updates to perform and a new body, the one mother designed for meā€¦ Its under construction, the other guy gave me the blueprints.ā€ He said and turned to me.
I heard clicking, agents preparing their gunsā€¦ ā€œJarvisā€¦ā€ I whispered, it was the man that raised me when my parents passed away Tony was 21 and I was 14, Jarvis was our butler, he was named after him since AI Jarvis was our baby sitter.
ā€œI am on a mission, Peace at our time.ā€ He said and the walls of the lab behind him broke by my brotherā€™s flying suits that started shooting at us. Sam got my waist and pulled me behind the table Steve flipped as he was swiped away.
ā€œStay here- youā€™ll be-ā€œ Sam was to say looking down at me as I raised my dress and took out the small knife I hid to my thigh.
ā€œIā€™ll be safe- I know, I didnā€™t mention gymnastics before huh?ā€ I asked and raised my head from the side, he pushed me down by my shoulder as there was a shot towards me.
ā€œYou look like you donā€™t know it thoughj. Itā€™s a knife Y/N how will you fight robots with that. scratch the tin cans?ā€ he asked me infuriated by what he translated as ignorance and recklessness.
ā€œWell, I am a scientist Wilson I know how to disable themā€¦ I only need something sharp, other than your jaw.ā€ I said, hopefully the flirting would manipulate him into letting me do what I want. Ā Rhodes slid down the stairs to get to us, as I waved at him. But before he could reach us a suit blasted him, ā€œJamesā€ I exclaimed and looked at that way.
Sam turned to help him but a suit snatched him, he was trying to make it to let him be but as he mentioned this was not human, he seemed to struggle. ā€œY/N donā€™t do itā€ he spoke as I was already climbing up stairs to get on to higher ground and tossed my heels aside.
ā€œTony cable color.ā€ I exclaimed jumping over the railings. My hands and legs hugged the back of the robot as I shoved the knife between the neck and the clavicle, it was one of the two vulnerable spots I left.
ā€œDamn you Y/N what are you doing! Ughā€¦ Black and whiteā€¦ā€ Tony spoke his eyes pinned on me as Maria Hill pushed him asideā€¦
ā€œGet off of it, I got this!ā€ Sam groaned, still held firmly by the evil robots.
ā€œYou really donā€™t look like you are enjoying yourself Wilson and I intend to alter that.ā€ I spoke, my voice heavy asĀ  was trying to find the cable my brother said, once I shoved the knife in the thin opening the armor allowed Sam to fall and smashed me to the wall- I felt the air move out of my lungs as we the hand it grasped my neck and brought me to the front. I was squirming- couldnā€™t breath- I saw Sam jump over it and finish my job.
I fell to the ground, as Sam landed on top of the robot, I turned over and saw Helen, hiding behind the piano and I ran towards her when a robot was right above us, I got in front of Helen- then I thoughtā€¦ I am unarmed, I cover her with myself when Steve came right in front of me to do the same- When the robot was to shoot Clint got the shield and tossed it to him protecting us... and then throwing it to Thor who smashed it.
ā€œThat was dramatic, I know you mean well. You just didnā€™t think it throughā€¦You want to protect the world but you do not want it to changeā€¦ā€ Ultron said and I slowly stood up, I wanted to take a closer look at him, at the design at the way he was standing and functioning, he wasnā€™t even ready. I walked passed Steve, he didnā€™t seem to pay much attention to me but Sam did and held my forearm so I would stay in place. ā€œHow can you expect a world to be safe if It is not allowed to evolve.ā€ He added and turned, his shiny blue eyes evolving around us. ā€œThereā€™s only one path to peace. Tony was next to me as Sam was holding me backā€¦ ā€œThe avengers extinction.ā€ The robot growled and turned his shooters at me, I gasped and Tony dragged me behind him before, a second later, Mjonir, was smashing him into the wallā€¦
Sam and Tony turned at me at the same time ā€œAre you okay?ā€ they asked all at once and looked at me concerned before turning to each other, Sam raised his brows while Tony was frowning at him. ā€œAre you okay?ā€ Sam ignored him looking at me. ā€œAs I mentioned I know how to take care of myselfā€¦ you on the other hand need stitches.ā€ I noticed, my throat was sore but I didnā€™t like looking weak. Only Tony would ever meet this side of meā€¦
ā€œOh- you noticedā€¦ I knew you couldnā€™t take your eyes off of me.ā€ Sam spoke and winked as he raised his sleeve gently. I iodine and took the needle on the small pair of scissors as I sat down. I was gently stitching him up.
ā€œI can take my eyes of off you now if you want.ā€ I smiled, my gaze was looking at him, to his wound to be precise, I felt my hands shake gently but I ignored it.
ā€œNo please.ā€ Sam chuckled and looked at me. I didnā€™t avert my gaze from my motions thoughā€¦ ā€œYou donā€™t seem as confident as beforeā€¦ I shall remind you my trauma counselor expertiseā€¦ā€ Sam spoke and looked at me he held my wrist as I was finishing with his stitches.
ā€œDo not worry about my mental healthā€¦ Worry about your general health in case you donā€™t take me out on a dateā€¦ā€ I spoke and swallowed.
ā€œOh- I may be curious on what youā€™ll do if I donā€™t do soā€¦ā€ Sam said and approached his face towards me, we were only a breath away but I didnā€™t flinch. I only stared at him.
ā€œTrust me dearest, you do not desire to witness the ruthless side of me.ā€ I smiled and patted his cheek with my hand and turned my back to leave, but he held my wrist. I paused and didnā€™t look at him.
ā€œI could call you if you give me your numberā€ Sam spoke, his voice wasnā€™t funny like before.
ā€œLook for it I do not know it.ā€ I responded and removed my hand from his gripā€¦
I walked further inside the lab, Dr. Banner was coming out as I walked in to see my brother looking there straight faced. His gaze blank. ā€œJarvisā€¦ā€ I whispered, it was our cute little invasion, he was making all the algorithms while I was trying to give him an appearance, I was 19 and Tony was 26ā€¦
Tonyā€™s gaze was raised upon me, he surveyed me for two full moments before he came and pulled me in a hug. ā€œWhat were you thinking jumping to that armor?ā€ he asked me and cupped my face, he raised my chin up wards to take a look at my neck. ā€œThey left a markā€¦ā€ he sighed and looked into my eyes.
I couldnā€™t hide from my brother no matter how hard I triedā€¦ he was always able to read me. My eyes shone as I looked up at him. I simply sobbed a bit before he pulled me in a hug. ā€œDoes it hurt?ā€ he asked me and I nodded looking at him... He kissed my foreheadā€¦
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Steve: I bet you'd like to like to see me with less clothes on
Eddie *taking Steve's glasses off*: I bet you'd like to see
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