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[scoops-aboy86]

what about a little office au? no upside down, maybe still in hawkins, steve in his parents abandoned house or maybe he’s just outside a city, with robin. and steve’s been at the job a few years, he’s a little stuck maybe. he’s definitely bored, but it’s fine, he’s just bored.

and then eddie joins his floor and steve can’t take his eyes off of him, he’s so interesting. and pretty. even if his top button is never done and his tie is always a little loose.

and then they do talk a little and eddie’s nice, he’s funny and goofy and steve knows he said a couple embarrassing replies to the guy due to his nerves but eddie has just laughed and gone along with it. it was so nice.

so steve decides he needs to talk to him more and needs an excuse to. so he bakes cupcakes, knowing his recipe is good and knowing he could work out a way to get eddie to take a break with him to have one.

the day he brings them in he leaves them in the kitchenette with a little note reading ‘help yourself!’ and steve just tries to get some work done without thinking about eddie too much, planning on talking to him later. but at around 11 eddie himself appears at his desk with a cupcake on a napkin, offering it to steve with such a sweet smile that steve just doesn’t have the heart to tell him that they’re his cupcakes. instead he says thanks and starts eating it, says ‘it’s good!’ even though he knows they’re good because steve ate three last night because they wouldn’t fit in the tupperware. but maybe it’s not so bad, because eddie lingers until he finishes it, says he’s planning on grabbing one at lunch, asks steve about his weekend plans and it seems so genuine and lovely that steve forgets all about the original cupcake plan.

instead, steve tries again the next week, this time with cookies. but the same thing happens, eddie beats him to it, walking over at around 11 with three stacked neatly in a napkin, offering them to steve and saying the same thing about getting one later. steve again saying nothing about spending all sunday making them. (the first batch came out so wonky however that he was too embarrassed to take them in, instead making a brand new lot and maybe making his way through the dud ones that night, half a gallon of whole milk to dunk them in). but eddie stays and they talk again, steve finishing all three large chocolate filled cookies without even realising it. his plan failing again but he manages a much better one, asking if he can sit with eddie at lunch and getting another smile (this one with dimples) and a ‘i’d like that’. he gets to see eddie try and seem to really like his cookies, so steve brings a small stack over for them to share. steve not realising till he back at his desk that he was the one who ended up eating them, eddie only had like one and a half.

and maybe steve keeps spending his sundays baking, spending mondays with eddie, eventually finding out eddie doesn’t really have a sweet tooth at all. but by that point steve definitely does…

(This got a little long, so buckle up.)

Oooh, yes. I’m thinking the suburbs somewhere, and he has a little bit of a commute into the office. It’s a job that a monkey could do but, well, he’s being paid to be that monkey. By the end of the day he just wants to get home and do anything that he actually wants to do, which tends to be prioritized by the path of least resistance. He’s generally gotten more sedentary on weeknights, watching movies and ordering takeout with Robin so neither of them have to cook. 

And then here’s this guy that was just assigned to the cubicle across from Steve’s who is just captivating, all wild hair and quirky grins and an apparently poor grasp of how to tie a tie, and Steve is just… losing his mind a little bit. He starts waking up actually wanting to go to work, kind of? But at the same time his concentration on anything while he’s there is totally shot. Every time he hears Eddie’s voice he’s immediately distracted, wishing the words were directed at him even though it’s usually boring work shit. 

At first, Eddie isn’t too talkative around the office. But maybe that’s just the distraction of settling into a new place, new job, new routine—because after a couple of weeks, Steve starts hearing him all the time. And, of course, Eddie comes over to introduce himself, a little sheepish that it’s taken him this long when they’re basically within each other’s line of sight for eight hours straight, nine of they both stay at their desks during lunch. Steve, who has had to restrain himself from openly staring ever since a few hours into Eddie’s first day, manages to answer Eddie’s nice to meet you with a mortifying “I’m nice to meet,” but Eddie just laughs like he’s told a funny joke and they move on. Which is great! And also, Steve wants to wrap himself up in Eddie’s laugh and live there forever. 

Very quickly, Steve decides he needs to talk to him more. Maybe impress him with something. Which… He doesn’t really know Eddie, or what might impress him. Most of Steve’s strengths in the past have tended towards athletics, but there aren’t many opportunities to showcase that in an office. After racking his brain for a few days, he ends up cracking the single cookbook his kitchen has to offer, because people bring donuts for the break room all the time. Why not do something like that? Maybe he can get Eddie to take a break with him to have one, and if he likes them maybe Steve can let slip that he made them…

So Steve blows off his usual jogging routine and spends his entire weekend in the kitchen. For most of Saturday he does test batches on the cupcake recipe in the back of the book because he wants to make sure he does this right. (And his first try coming out of the oven weirdly flat might be a factor, just maybe.) Sunday is reserved for decorating, after a morning of hitting the local cooking store for some things. He practices on the duds (read: did not meet his own probably high standards for impressing Eddie) first, and finds he kind of likes it. By the end of the day he has them looking just like in the picture beside the recipe, neatly swirled piping and sprinkles and all. 

On Monday, when Eddie comes by and offers Steve one of his own cupcakes “before they’re all snatched up” and a wink, oh my god… Steve’s brain flatlines and for some reason he eats the cupcake frosting first, just licking it right off the top like it’s some sort of ice cream cone, like an idiot. But Eddie is nice enough not to comment. In fact, he wheels his desk chair over and eats the sandwich he brought from home in the middle of Steve’s “doorway,” making his way through a sandwich while Steve finishes the cupcake, his own lunch, and…

Okay, so, meanwhile, Eddie is absolutely beside himself over how hot this guy is. This job was a last resort, an it’s-this-or-eviction choice after trying to make it with his band didn’t quite pan out, but he’s starting to appreciate it for the perks. And Steve keeps wanting to talk! To him! So when he’d seen those cupcakes in the break room, he knew that bringing Steve one would be a great excuse to drop by right around the lunching hour. The whole… frosting thing kind of makes his brain short out from excessive horniness, that tongue and those lips should be illegal probably. Sometimes Steve gets really into the conversation and is excited enough to talk with his mouth full, which is endearing as hell—and who knew such a clean-cut guy would know anything about d&d, let alone be interested in hearing about some of his old campaigns? (Apparently there were these kids Steve used to babysit and still keeps in touch with, and they’ve been playing forever.) Eddie is enjoying himself so much that he bounces back into the break room for one more cupcake. “It was the last one, you have it,” he says, presenting it to Steve. It is totally not a ploy to watch him eat more. (Yes it is. And it works.)

Next week, it’s cookies. Eddie figures that three cookies are an equivalent offering to one cupcake, and he doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth so he lets Steve eat most of them. Again they have lunch together in Steve’s cubicle, and again Eddie fetches more baked goods for dessert, because, “It’s a Monday, man. Gotta brighten it up somehow.” And then shows Steve his tattoo of Garfield smoking a blunt. 

If Steve hadn’t already been sitting down, the revelation that Eddie has tattoos would’ve taken him out at the knees. And they’re not all that cartoony—the wyvern and the puppetmaster are both cool designs, and he thinks the simple bat silhouettes are cute. Not as cute as Eddie’s dimples, which are another thing that make Steve grateful for his trusty desk chair.

This goes on for a while. Steve gets another cookbook, this one devoted entirely to desserts, and makes his way through it page by page. He finds that he really likes baking, actually, and it’s nice to have a hobby again. It’s just… they’re getting more elaborate, and increasingly impractical to bring for sharing around the office. He knows the cheesecake is pushing it, and it’s over a slice that they’re nominally sharing but he’s absently made his way through most of that he finally gets up the nerve to ask Eddie if he’d like to hang out after work sometime. 

And this leads to the first time Steve sees Eddie outside of his work clothes. Hair even wilder than usual, metal band tee and a leather jacket over tight black jeans and boots. Meanwhile, Steve has… maybe miscalculated a bit, because all that baking (or, really, the eating of it) is starting to show. And he doesn’t go out all that much, not since his wild party days during high school, so his selection of non-work clothes isn’t exactly robust. But he thinks he did okay with his yellow sweater and jeans, even if the latter are a little tight at his thighs and middle. No one’s going to notice, right?

Eddie notices. He barely keeps from stammering as he joins Steve at the bar, covering it up with a hasty suggestion that they buy each other a drink they think they’d like. Steve orders Eddie some sort of beer, but Eddie, who used to take the odd bartending gig here and there, orders Steve a creamy looking drink that tastes exactly like a boozy, melted vanilla milkshake. “It’s called a Screaming Orgasm,” he explains with a smirk. “Kahlua, amaretto, vodka, Bailey’s, and heavy cream.” He leans in close and murmurs in Steve’s ear while he’s taking his next sip, “The vodka makes it scream.” They end up closing down the bar, not overdoing it on the drinks (thanks in part to the snacks Eddie keeps ordering and Steve keeps absentmindedly powering through throughout their nonstop conversation) but staying out pretty late for a work day, and one thing leads to another, and… they both end up calling out sick the next morning, cozied up together in Steve’s apartment. 

When they eventually roll out of bed, Eddie sees and starts flipping thorough the cookbooks in the kitchen while Steve makes coffee. A lot of the pictures look familiar and he starts to grin. Turning and seeing what he’s looking at, Steve blushes because oops, busted.

But Eddie turns to the next page past the cheesecake and taps the recipe for molten chocolate cakes. “Can you make this?”

“For… breakfast?”

“Yeah.” Eddie, who isn’t much of a breakfast person any more than he has a sweet tooth, eyes Steve and licks his lips. “We’re already playing hooky, let’s break all the rules.”

Steve ends up making the lava cakes with little protest. And maybe he ends up eating most of them, but he’s proud of how they turned out! Perfect on the first try, fluffy on the outside and gooey on the inside, and he separated the eggs without breaking any yokes, which is always worth celebrating. 

Besides, Eddie enjoys them greatly all the same, scooting two kitchen chairs so close together that he’s practically on Steve’s lap while chocolate-flavored stealing kisses between bites. The serious sweet tooth that Steve has developed lately is in heaven. 

Cut to another few months later, and Steve has already developed a much healthier work-life balance. Sometimes he still clocks out and has a movies and takeout night with Robin; sometimes Eddie joins them, getting along with Robin so well that they sometimes gang up on Steve (affectionately); sometimes it’s a date night, which about half the time means a baking night, too. It’s nice to have a partner in the kitchen, and they work well together. 

At their day job, sweet treats still show up in their floor’s break room every Monday like clockwork. Some of their coworkers have caught on to who brings them, and a few have gone out of their way to assure Steve (particularly after he started experimenting with flakey pastries) that if he ever quits to open his own bakery they’ll be his first and most loyal customers. It’s… a thought. Steve has secretly been looking into what all he’d have to do to pull that off, though he hasn’t made any decisions yet. Maybe when the arms of his trusty desk chair start cutting into his sides, the way they’re starting to threaten to, he’ll get serious about it. 

So yeah, treats in the break room every Monday. And there are treats packed in Steve’s lunches every other day of the weekday too, just for him and Eddie to enjoy at one or the other of their desks. Steve still eats most of them, but he’s also been experimenting with savory hand pies and Eddie puts up more of a fight for those. 

One weekend, Eddie coaxes Steve to dress up in the clothes he wore for their sort-of-accidental first date, and they barely fit anymore. 

Steve would be embarrassed by how many tries it takes and how much he has to suck in to get the jeans buttoned, let alone all the jumping and shimmying he’d had to do to get them up his thighs, except Eddie is on him immediately. Feeling around the waistband, his hands sliding into his back pockets with a squeeze, rings pressing into Steve’s ass through the straining denim, then slipping back out to tug the sweater down and tight over Steve’s belly, (which as per usual is stuffed with Steve’s own sweet cooking). 

“It suits you,” Eddie all but purrs, and it’s hard not to preen when being groped and spoken to like that. “Is any of that peach cobbler still left?”

Lunchtime is close enough that Steve’s stomach gives an eager little grumble at the thought, and yeah, he could go for some of that right now. 

With a chuckle, Eddie goes to grab a familiar Tupperware out of the fridge and a fork from the silverware drawer. He doesn’t bother with a plate, and follows Steve to the couch only to settle himself on his lap, first bite already ready to go and teasing at Steve’s lips. 

“Still can’t believe you let me seduce you with your own cooking, sweetheart,” he says, watching the other man’s mouth close around the forkful with wide, dark eyes. Their next kiss is fruity, buttery, sweet. “Mmm. Can’t believe you learned to bake because of me.”

“Yeah, because I got nothing out of that,” Steve replies with a chuckle, patting and then rubbing a hand in slow circles over his belly, coyly letting it ride up a little to see if Eddie reacts. 

He does; he always does. Eddie is transfixed by the crescent moon of skin this reveals, distracted for once from Steve’s lips as he feeds him the next bite. (This also works when Steve really wants to make a case for rewatching The Breakfast Club for the millionth time.) 

So yeah, Steve is pretty happy with his life these days. He’s also pretty sure he’s in love with this man who still for the life of him cannot tie a tie properly. He’ll probably tell Eddie soon, even. 

For now, he enjoys his mouthful of cobbler and lapful of boyfriend, and spreads his legs a little with a contented sigh as his ill-fitting jeans grow ever tighter. 

[piggybackambush]

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[werepuppy-steve]

🐹 (especially with ur new profile pic hehehe) <3

what? this isn't intimidating enough for you? /j

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thank you so much!! 🥺🥰🤩 (i think you're wonderful too!!!!!)

[steventhusiast]

christmas tree!

i was tagged by @hotluncheddie thanks :D <3

here is my tree please decorate her with nice messages (that feels weird to ask for but I (and you) DESERVE POSITIVE AFFIRMATION EVERY NOW AND THEN!)

tree.

you can also make your own it's super cute i love it sm. my version of christmas cards, so please make one and send it to me moots!

no pressure tags for some lovelies, including some i haven't tagged in tag games before so lemme know if it annoys you! (also sorry if you've already done it, just comment and tell me ur tree so i can leave u a nice message):

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[dragoon-ze-great]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - 1990s, Meet-Ugly, First Meetings, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Panic Attacks, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Yoga Instructor Steve Harrington, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Healing, Bad Parent Al Munson Summary:

‘Eddie.’ She soothes, coming around to him by the door and wrapping him in a hug. Holding him so tightly in her skinny arms. Too good for him. ‘I’m sitting with you while you ring the doctor tomorrow okay? And you’re coming to yoga with me Thursday.’ She says, wiping Eddie’s tears with her sleeve. ‘And I don’t want any buts mister.’ She mumbles darkly, squeezing his waist when Eddie snorts.

‘Fine. I, fucking, anything to not feel like this anymore Chris.’ He sighs, he’s so tired. ‘Even fuckin’ yoga.’ And he knows she can hear his eyes roll but she just squeezes him again, humming.

He buries his face in her neck. Taking deep breaths, till the shuddering goes away.

 Or Rockstar Eddie and Yoga instructor Steve meet-ugly, where it slowly becomes something cute.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

🧠🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱🧠

(This one ran away with me, whoops)

Batboy_Kas: Um ... dude, what? 🤨

This is the dm that greets Steve when he pulls his phone from his back pocket to check his Instagram. One confused frown, some scrolling, and one near-heart-attack later, he concludes that he forgot to lock his screen when he put the phone away earlier.

Which caused him to somehow end up on this random stranger's profile.

And go to his DMs.

And send him a GIF.

Not just any GIF. One of a grotesquely round and jiggly, animated ass. There's a text beneath the GIF. It reads: 2iggnag lg9gajdgka hfhdgjy.

"Aw, fuck!" Steve swears, neck prickling with heat as he types his reply.

Steve_Hairington: Shit, sorry. My ass typed that 😅

Batboy_Kas: Fitting choice of gif 🍑

Steve_Hairington: Yeah I guess

Batboy_Kas: You could say it's a ... smart ass

Steve snorts a laugh. What a dork! He's still debating if he should reply or leave it at that when Batboy_Kas sends his next message.

Batboy_Kas: So ... not even the tiniest chance you were flirting with me?

Steve_Hairington: Sorry dude. I prefer my men-

(He pauses to squint at the guy's profile pic. A cute little cartoon bat.)

-a little more human-shaped.

Batboy_Kas: Hey! That's just bc you've never had a creature of the night b4 🦇😉

Steve_Hairington: 🤣🤣🤣 Nice try, bat boy!

They end up texting (and flirting) regularly. Kas - named after some vampire dude from that dungeons and dipshits game Dustin enjoys - is a huge fantasy and music nerd, can keep up a string of banter for hours, and his dms quickly become the highlight of Steve’s days.

He knows better than to meet random faceless and nameless strangers from the internet, he really does. But when Kas says he's in town for work some two months later, Steve is a bit embarrassed at how fast he agrees to a date.

Kas doesn't really beat the vampire allegations when he shows up at their meeting point, skittish and nervous, clad in an oversized Metallica hoodie, drawn all the way over his head inspite of the sunny weather, dark shades obscuring his eyes.

He's cute, though. Sweet and almost shy without the distance and a screen between them, but still with that quick wit and edgy sense of humor Steve has come to like so much. A deep, rich voice that makes something inside Steve’s belly tingle, a hint of dark curls spilling out from his hood, and strong, calloused hands covered in rings, the edges of black tattoos disappearing into his sleeves. It makes Steve wanna take the stupid hoodie off him so that he can see all of him.

Which is exactly what he does when they take it to Kas's hotel room later that night. And God, the man is gorgeous. Dark, messy curls framing a pair of insanely dark brown eyes and the poutiest lips Steve has ever had the pleasure of kissing. An intricate web of tattoos that are just begging to be traced with his tongue.

Later, when they're lying together in an exhausted tangle of naked limbs and sweaty sheets, Steve snaps a photo and saves it as his phone background. He doesn't think much of it.

Until a week later, when Dustin opens his phone to read out a message while Steve is driving and starts shrieking so loudly they almost crash into a tree, bc why the fuck does Steve have a selfie of himself and Eddie Munson - frontman of the world famous metal band Corroded Coffin - on his phone and are you both naked, Steve???

Tagging some friends to share a brainworm of their own:

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[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part seven

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By the time eleven rolls around Steve is coming to terms with the fact that Eddie isn’t gonna show up. It’s a bit disappointing but that’s fine. 

He’d only had a beer or two before then, but he starts shooting back shots left and right. He also shows people why he’s called The King. As in, The Keg King. 

Steve really has to pee. The stairs seem like a bad idea, though, and there’s a line outside of the downstairs bathroom (and Steve doesn’t have it in him to argue with people for skipping it even though it’s his fucking house) so he stumbles his way outside and to the side of his house to relieve himself.  

Afterwards, he slumps into one of the pool chairs, not wanting to get back to the party just yet. He dozes off there. 

In the morning, he nurses himself through a hangover and only vaguely remembers Tommy and Carol dragging him upstairs to his room before leaving together. Seems like they worked it out just fine. 

By Monday, Steve’s feeling better.

Eddie i really like your smile, even when you’re being a little shit how was your weekend? anything fun? i missed you at the party  i don’t think you showed but i was really fucked up so who knows that’s ok though, i didn’t really wanna be there either  -H 

As much as he doesn’t want to, Steve skips the sunglasses today. He doesn’t want to be known as that guy. 

This means that when he looks over to Eddie’s table only to find the boy already looking in his direction, he has to act natural when they make eye contact before letting his gaze move on like he was just taking a quick look around the room.

He waits a few minutes before trying again. Eddie’s still looking.

Okay, what the fuck. 

Steve tries one last time about ten minutes later. He’s still looking. 

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

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[scoops-aboy86]

no way you could... do anything... with this https://www.tumblr.com/chubsette/732801733029412864/feedist-kinktober-halloween-party?source=share ... and steddie... so convenient that... Steve has a whole scene set on Halloween... could be cute 👀

VERY CUTE omg. I love Steve’s s2 Halloween costume.

After Steve stormed off from Nancy calling him bullshit he realized his car was blocked in and silently threw such a frustrated, heartbroken little temper tantrum ending in kicking an unexpectedly solid lawn ornament that nearly broke his foot so he fell over and just. Flopped around angrily for a bit, until Eddie “The Freak” Munson took pity on him and gave him a free joint and a lift to the nearest diner for some Cheer Up milkshakes.

Eddie gave him his number “if you ever need more,” meaning weed… but every time Steve calls him it’s perfunctorily for weed but mostly because he wants a buddy for Cheer Up milkshakes again. His treat. They’re just regular milkshakes but Eddie says ‘cheer up’ in such a goofy voice it makes Steve laugh no matter how black his mood is. 

And Steve keeps calling. Every time Billy trips him at basketball practice, or Tommy takes a shot at something he knows is a soft target from all their years of being friends, or a girl that he wanted to be serious with treats him like a playboy because that’s his reputation after his immediately-post-Nancy rebound era, or Dustin calls him stupid in a way that actually stings. And, obviously, after very new Upside Down beat down he receives, or after a particularly bad nightmare, or when his parents are in town and he just knows that if he goes to sleep he’ll wake up screaming and They’ll Hear. 

He keeps calling Eddie. And the Cheer Up milkshakes stack up, along with the diner food he orders with them—burgers, fries, stacks of all day pancakes and waffles, slices of pie, tuna melts, he mixes it up a lot but it’s always something, increasingly two or more somethings as his appetite expands and he keeps coming up with more excuses for needing cheering up.

The diner staff knows of the Harrington boy’s reputation too, and they all think Eddie is some sort of saint for putting up with that guy’s funks after loving ‘em and leaving ‘em. (And the way Steve clears the table of food that they assume was meant for both of them, though they mostly just roll their eyes at that because at least Steve always pays.)

Eddie, meanwhile, is increasingly feeling like these are dates because of how ironically happy Steve always seems when he picks him up, or grabs a ride or meets him at the diner, and how when they drop each other off they always walk each other to the door now. 

By the time October of ‘85 swings around, they’re both thinking of their meetups as dates even though they haven’t talked about it yet. Steve has a routine of picking Robin up from school, sometimes Dustin and the rest of the kids too, dropping them off wherever they want to go, and then swinging by the diner for food. Then he heads to Eddie’s trailer—sometimes Robin comes with him and they study together while Steve enjoys his… Well, it’s either a second lunch or a first dinner, but he calls it a snack and graciously gets a second order of French fries for them to snitch from. And, eventually, it’s Robin who slyly hands him the flier for this year’s big Halloween house party (because of course she knows everything, her revelation in a Starcourt bathroom had nudged Steve into realizing his feelings for Eddie) and suggests he asks Eddie to go with him. 

“It’d be perfect,” she insists, stars in her eyes at the prospect of seeing a gay romance play out before her very eyes. (Because representation is Important, kiddos.) “It’s a callback to how you first connected, and it’ll overwrite all those shitty Nancy memories.”

“Robs, it’s not like we can… date.” Steve looks so put out at this thought, which isn’t even a new realization but it still bums him out. “I can’t hold his hand in public or kiss him where anybody could see or… Shit, I don’t think I could give him my letterman to wear without it getting him beaten up.”

“So? Dingus, that’s not all dating is. You guys have basically been going out on covert dates for a year, Mr. Cheer Up Milkshakes!”

He takes her words to heart, drops her off at home, and brings it up with Eddie as soon as he gets to the trailer with his heart lodged in his throat. The flier is all folded and creased and a little sweaty, but Eddie takes it like it’s a gold-embossed invitation on delicate vellum, beaming from ear to ear with an eager, “Of course, Stevie! I was starting to think you’d never ask.” And he winks. Steve can’t stop blushing, and they end up cuddling on the couch while Eddie pretends to study but mostly just hands Steve things from his diner bag or holds his milkshake for him or rubs his tummy when he gets a little gurgly by the time he’s on his last burger. 

It’s not until Steve burps with a more embarrassed kind of blush and a muttered excuse me that Eddie looks at him very seriously with his big expressive Bambi eyes and admits that he likes that Steve has gotten big and cuddly. That he loves the happy look on Steve’s face while he enjoys his food, the look of relief when he gets his first sip of milkshake and all the tension starts melting out of him. Since they’re putting all their cards on the table here.

And then they have their first kiss.

Steve is a little nervous when he rolls up to the party a few days later and gets out of the Beemer, but he’s resolved in his choice. He tugs at the sides of his black blazer, but they still won’t meet in the middle over the belly he’s developed over the last year. It’s fine, he added a black undershirt that’s long enough to stay tucked in beneath his black shirt, so that when it inevitably rides up it won’t be immediately obvious to anyone but Eddie.

Eddie loves it.

And yeah they have sex on the first date, but does it really count as easy when they stay together for the rest of their lives after that? ❤️

[piggybackambush]

happy belated birthday!!!

Aahhh thank youuuuuu!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[werepuppy-steve]

Purple 💜

purple - we near never speak, but i do enjoy your presence on my dashboard

!!!!!! listen im awful at starting convos the traditional way 😔 i love it when people send me messages yelling at me about something, that's the easiest way to get me to start talking akglalksjg

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[flowercrowngods]

“Baby?”

Steve lifts his head off the pillow to look at Eddie, his back arching in a much needed way after lying on his stomach for so long, and he ends up groaning appreciatively as he stretches his back a little more. It makes Eddie smile. All the small things do.

Overcome with sudden but gentle affection, Steve rolls over with a matching smile and comes to a stop lying halfway beneath Eddie, getting a glorious view of his deepening dimples.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking,” Eddie says, his hand coming up to brush Steve’s hair out of his forehead. Steve leans into his warmth a little further, feeling so incredibly loved when Eddie looks at him like that.

It’s infinite, what he feels for Eddie. What he feels with Eddie.

“Oh? ‘Bout what?”

Eddie leans down and brushes a kiss to the tip of Steve’s nose. “You,” he says. “Me. Us.”

Steve hums, wrapping himself in Eddie’s scent as he buries his face in his chest, his arms trapped between them. He can’t move. Can hardly breathe. It’s perfect, and Eddie always indulges his cat-like tendencies, as he calls it.

“Tell me about your thoughts?”

A hand weaves its way into his hair, scratching wonderfully along his scalp in lazy, soothing patterns.

“I’m gonna put pillows on the walls for you.”

“Hmm?”

“When we have our own place. I’m gonna put pillows on the walls for you. In the kitchen even, so you can sit on the floor and still be comfy. You can have a little nook for floor time with Robin. And it’s gonna be padded with pillows, but the ones that are still solid. Only a little soft. Still grounding.” Eddie mumbles, a little lost in thought like he’s still imagining it all unfold.

Steve melts, first rolling further into him and then back, so he can look up and meet those soft, soft eyes.

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“All the time. Never wanna tell you about it so I won’t ruin the surprise, but, I don’t know. Wanted to tell you. You’re gonna have bougie-ass wall pillows, angel.”

And Steve doesn’t know how to handle this. How to take it all, take everything Eddie gives him and live his life an unchanged man. His heart is going to burst one of these days. It’s gonna burst and it’s gonna go everywhere, remind the world for all eternity of the love they shared. Built. Shaped and reshaped in all the ways they needed.

“Everything,” he says, his voice weak with the awe he feels, his own hand coming up to Eddie’s cheek.

“Hmm?” Eddie’s nuzzling the palm of his hand, brushing kiss over kiss to the centre.

“You’re— You’re everything. Can’t believe it sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?” Eddie teases, making Steve laugh for the first time in hours. It’s easy. God, it’s so easy.

“Don’t be so full of yourself.”

“Oh, I’m gonna be full of som—“

Laughing, Steve claps his hand over Eddie’s mouth, shutting him up and revelling in the giggle that follows before Eddie nips on his palm.

“I hate you,” Steve grins, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s middle.

“Yeah, well,” he hums, fond affection settling permanently on that pretty, pretty face. “‘M still gonna put pillows on the wall for you.”

Steve sighs, hoping to relieve some of the intensity he’s feeling. It’s overwhelming, even after all this time.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” Eddie whispers, hovering above him in an almost-kiss. “Endlessly.”

@puppy-steve i love you. i’d put pillows on the wall for you 🤍🌷

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[thefreakandthehair]

He spots Eddie before he realizes Steve is there leaning in the doorway, so he takes a moment to drink it in.

It’s still shocking, now and then, to see Eddie without all of his armor— without his leather jacket, and battle vest. It’s a little startling, even now, but it’s also… well, it’s nice. He looks soft, warm around the edges, as he stands at the kitchen sink with nothing but the orange glow of the light over the stove illuminating the little details.

Steve sees the tiniest hint of flesh through a threadbare spot in the heel of his right sock. His shorts are bunched up and sitting a bit crooked on his hips. He washes dishes like he’s mad at them for having the audacity to be dirtied in the first place. The shirt Steve gave him weeks ago is a little loose in the shoulders and wet down the front, no doubt from a rogue spoon in the sink.

And Steve fucking loves him.

He’s known for a while now, probably before they even got together, but it’s always come to him in the big moments. Like when Eddie showed up at a big game that no one else besides Robin bothered to attend, or when he has his tongue down his throat, or like tonight, when he’d been riding the high of oxytocin-induced euphoria.

It’s never been the right moment to let himself fully feel the weight of it all, but there’s nothing special about this moment that might trick Steve into falling in love.

It’s only special because he’s already in love.

Steve clears his throat and walks across the linoleum floor to join him at the sink, his socked feet echoing alongside his pulse. Blood rushes to his ears, drowning out the sounds of everything but quiet mutterings as Eddie tries to scrub the dried cheese of an old aluminum pot.

↳read the rest of chapter four of slipped between these ribs of mine [explicit] on ao3! written for @steddiesmuttyseptember!

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[runninriot]

is it Wiggly 🧠🪱 Wednesday again?

because i'm having thoughts.

and today's brain worms are naughty little buggers

i'm thinking of confident Steve who doesn't hide how much he loves sex, doesn't hide his intentions either when he's out on a date with this guy he met online. He's not ashamed of it, doesn't mind that he makes the guy nervous by maybe being a bit too straightforward.

the only problem is, that Eddie, the beautiful young man sitting opposite him, has something of his own to share - a confession that makes Steve lose his mind just a tiny bit.

and maybe this is already at 600 words 😅 so - have a lil snippet if you like

The mere thought of being Eddie’s first sets a fire ablaze, greedy flames licking at Steve’s insides with a burning desire to claim what no one before him has touched. A clean canvas to besmirch, to use for his art – he wants to create something beautiful and sign it with his name. Make this pure body his to spoil. Lure this innocent soul down the glorious path of lust and indulgence. Oh, he wants it all. Wants it so bad it makes him feel lightheaded. He’s possessed by it, by the idea of taking this man to a height he’ll never find his way down from again. He needs to have. And he’s determined to get. If Eddie lets him. “Would you like to?”

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[scoops-aboy86]

I like the idea of Steve showing Robin the first stretch mark he notices and he’s just so excited and proud of himself, and they haven’t really talked about it yet but shes seen how he and Eddie are together. So Robin just sort of rocks back thoughtfully on her heels and says, “I’m really glad you’re happy, Steve.” 

They basically share a brain, so he gets what she’s saying. He looks down and rubs the back of his neck, pleased but not wanting to make a big deal out of it, not wanting to make it weird—he knows that what he and Eddie are into isn’t exactly a common thing, and that’s Robin probably doesn’t want to hear about it any more in detail than she wants to hear about penises. (He’d tried to wax poetic about Eddie’s dick once during a Platonic Soulmates Movie Night and she’d upended the entire bowl of popcorn over his head, then ignored his incredibly manly shrieks that he would totally let her gush about Vickie’s boobies all she wanted without assaulting her with perfectly good food.)

Then Robin slings an arm around his shoulders and says, “Okay dingus, so what are we naming this little guy?”

“I’m sorry, you want to name my stretch mark?”

“Well, he’s going to have lots of little friends soon, right?” Robin grins. “We’ve gotta start naming them now or we’ll lose track of who’s who.”

Steve ducks his head again, because this is so dumb. But he has never loved her more and maybe his eyes are a little wet. “How do you even name… Like what, name it what?”

She pretends to think for a moment, pursing her lips and tapping a finger to them. “Mmm… Herman.”

“Herman?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t know, it’s just a dumb name!”

“Okay smart guy, then what’s a not dumb name?”

“I don’t know—Otis!”

Robin snorts. “Herman is dumb, but Otis is fine?”

“Hey, that was my grandpa’s name!” Steve pouts.

“You are such a dingus—“

And so on and so forth, until eventually they dissolve into a slap fight where like, they’re both bouncing on the balls of their feet with their hands out like boxers only with open palms, and Eddie walks in on this and stands in the door for a good five minutes until they notice him and stop like caught little kids—he was just so captivated by the way Steve’s muffin top was bouncing over the waistband of his jeans. 

… Other way around… 

Maybe Robin has been watching Eddie make heart eyes at Steve for a while, before they all get a place together. Noticing that Steve always offers to share his food with Eddie and Eddie always smiles and accepts, and how Eddie lights up whenever Steve brings him snacks… and just how often that happens. And she wants her soulmate to be happy, but these two are taking forever to talk about their feelings so she decides to give things a little nudge.

“He cooks, you know,” she tells Eddie one day when he’s hanging around their place of work, and Eddie nearly faceplants in surprise on the counter he was leaning on. 

“W-what?”

“Steve,” she clarifies with a roll of her eyes. “He’s good in the kitchen. You know he took Home Ec in high school, right?”

Eddie, who had stuck to shop classes, did not know that. 

“Yeah, he was home alone a lot and got tired of fast food. It’s not something he gets a chance to do for other people a lot, so I’m sure he’d make you something if you asked him to.”

“I’ll, uh. Yeah. Cool.” Eddie clears his throat, round cheeks starting to flush a little. “Maybe I’ll do that.”

Less than a week later Robin comes home to her and Steve’s apartment smelling like baked goods and Steve shoots out of his bedroom wearing his favorite apron, grabs her, and spins her around in a hug with a rushed, “Thank you thank you thank you!”

She yelps but hugs back. Or possibly clings on for dear life. “Did it finally happen? With Eddie?”

“With Eddie,” Steve confirms as he sets her down, his grin huge.

“Oh my god, congratulations!”

“Thanks Rob. … He’s still here though, so you’re going to want to leave.”

“… Yeah I think that’s would be best. I do not want to know what that apron is hiding right now.”

“Robin, jeez!”

“Whatever dingus, you owe me. Call me at Vickie’s if you need me, Chef Casanova, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Do you think there would be a difference in how much Robin knows about Steve's kinks, depending on whether it's Steve or Eddie growing a belly?

oh man, i think there would be and i dunno if he'd ever go into detail with her as in like, actually what goes down in like super detail. but i think she would definitely know enough, he would tell her if she ever asked questions and she definitely definitely knows they're obsessed with each other.

i guess with steve it might start with like, pointing out that he looks a little different, that he looks good, the weight suits him. and it does but more importantly she can see how happy he is. maybe she sees how eddies hand rests on his stomach when they cuddle on the couch, or how he likes to offer steve bites of his food if they're having different things for dinner. likes to get steve something sweet when they watch a movie, refilling whatever snack it is if he gets up to got to the bathroom. robin notices, she notices steves soft eyes and pleased smile. so she points out his weight gently, kindly, says 'you like it don't you.' just to see him nod, 'its weird isn't it?' but again she remembers his smile, the ease of his laugh these days. 'nah.'... but he's still her best friend and that gives her the right to poke him and smile, sharp and teasing, 'and eddie likes it too, really likes it.' just to see him blush, cover his face, maybe pace around or wriggle where they're laid out on her bed. say 'yeah', answer if she asks for details, says how good it all feels, the kissing, the food, how eddie fucks him so dee- 'yep okay! i don't want details actually.' and they'll both laugh, and she'll look at him, her best friend, her soulmate, body a little different but she loves him so much. loves how happiness looks on him.

with eddie it'd be a little different, but she's notice, eddie is her friend too. she see him soften, eat a little more, that kind of thing. but more so, mainly, she'd notice the way steve notices eddie. watch him follow eddie with his eyes, sometimes a little dark, sometimes achingly soft. she'd see them sneak off, eddie pulling steve by the hand, steve slipping his hand into eddies back pocket. she once caught them mid makeout, eddie pushing steve agains the wall with his bulk, in a way that made so much sense, she knew what he liked in bed, this was just another piece of the puzzle that was steve harrington. (she noticed all that before squawking and covering her eyes, telling them to knock it off. all of them ending up with the giggles.) she points it out one day, steve with his head rested in his palm, watching eddie move around and then fall heavily onto the couch, right after finishing the meal steve cooked him. 'eddies getting bigger.' she'd say, no judgment, no care, he looks good. and steve, he just sights, loved up and dopey, 'yeah.' he'd said, all dreamy and she smiles, loves them so much, so happy for her best friend... but she still shares an apartment with them, can't have them get too comfortable. 'im gonna head to bed, sex on the couch is still banned.' and steve balks at her, but then he smiles, because he knows she'll love him no matter what. no matter what him and his freaky boyfriend get up to. it'll never change them.

<3

[steddielations]

ok so 👉🏻👈🏻 your recs and your taste are the best and i trust you (and grim) knows eddie the best and i desperately needs good ed-fics where steve just… completely worships eddie. angst is welcomed idc the tropes i basically just need to read steve support, help and love the shit out of our little boy ed’s… do you have any recs for that?

Thank you so much this is so nice!! Okay, here's some fics I love that I think fit what you're looking for:

and you don't need to wonder, you're doing fine (and my love, the pleasure's mine) by @heybluechild

METAMORPHOSES by @fastcardotmp3

One Size Fits All by entanglednow

If You're Gonna Break My Heart (Smash it to Pieces) by @3minsover

Blinking Red Light by @cuips-not-cute

Wounded Mutts Make Good Bad Dogs by @beetlesandstarss

Road to Nowhere by @sharpbutsoft

Where The Spirit Meets the Bones by @starrystevie

Shake and Sway Me Through the Night by craftnarok

sound of silence by @munsonkitten

In the Garden, Under Your Hand by @paradimeshifts7

Bleed me Dry Before You Go by me :)

The Weight of a Ghost by @callmejude

this is my month, I can feel it by @thefreakandthehair

we tangle endlessly like lovers intertwined by @sidekick-hero

Eye of the Beholder by entanglednow

Swimming Through Sick Lullabies by @beetlesandstarss

Cat and Mouse by @penny00dreadful

genius loci by ayes and kleo

safe and sound by @sidekick-hero

I'm Just an Animal looking for a Home by @jewishrat420

this tumblr fic by @thefatedthoughtofyou

everything exposed by @steddieas-shegoes

And They Were Roommates! by @penny00dreadful

Hug by @hotluncheddie

need you right here, right now by @starryeyedjanai

If I fall for you, I'll never recover by @lihhelsing

also of course this fic rec and my fic rec tag