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strangersteddierthings
nburkhardt

Whooooo wants another silly with Steve as a little shit fic?


The idea comes when Eddie rushes out of his house to go to band practice. It makes him smile at the plan forming in his head and the excitement and gasps he’ll get tomorrow.

The next morning is spent making sure the bags are packed and that he’s wearing his basketball jacket to complete the look.

He’s giddy with excitement as he drives to school, putting one backpack on his shoulder and carrying the other once he’s parked. Walking towards the school with a smirk in place. There’s already gasps and whispers as he enters through the doors. He casually makes his way towards a row of lockers, the opposite side of his own and leans against one and knocking on the open one next to it.

“Man, it’s not even eig- Stevie!” Eddie slams his locker shut and beams at him.

His smirk fades into a smile, “Hi lovely” he whispers mostly due to the other students clearly spying on them, “You forgot this yesterday”

Eddie looks confused and he lifts up the bag, “your backpack?”

He hears more gasps and poor attempts at whispering, there’s even sounds of a book dropping. It brings him joy, making him wiggle the backpack again. “Don’t play dumb, Teddy-baby, you know this is yours”

That time he doesn’t whisper, he’s actually a little loud.

Eddie’s eyes widen and his eyes flicker around them before settling back on him, an unsaid question on his face.

It softens when it’s answered by a nod, “yeah, yeah you’re right. My backpack, you got yours?”

Steve so happy that they’re actually learning to communicate while silent, he smiles back and stands straighter to turn away. Showing off the backpack. He looked in the mirror before leaving the house, it is a big contrast to his letterman jacket. What makes it even better is, since the straps are loosen and long, his name is visible over the top.

“Ye-yep, looking perfect, Sunshine boy.” It comes out pitchy and Eddie clears his throat shaking his head before throwing his arms around him, “always, sweet boy”

Steve brightens and looping his arms around him, keeping him close and loving not only the warm of the hug but also the gasps and loud gossiping around them. That brings him joy at the chaos. Eddie seems to enjoy it too by the laughter coming from him.

“Of all the ways to reveal our relationship, honey”

It brings Steve to a blush, he tightens his arms around Eddie and turns his head to press a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the blush that creeps up.

“Thought it would be fun, let everyone know who belongs to me”


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The edible I took is definitely hitting because this isn’t make much sense anymore but it’s SILLY AND SHORT.

Facts ya don’t need but I’m now thinking about: Steve and Eddie have only been dating for a few weeks when pulls this. It’s also a modern au because I don’t wanna think about the 80s. They still in high school and Steve is wearing Eddie’s backpack that he painted on. There’s the hellfire logo, because he’s obsessed with it. There’s also pins and patches all over it, even a ice cream cone and sailor hat, along with cheer pom-poms (am I spelling that correctly? Idk) ANYWAY. Steve’s backpack is a basic blue, with some doodles from Eddie and Robin. Because of course Robin is there, she’s Steve’s platonic soulmate.

It’s also inspired by my brand new loungefly I got 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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stevieharringtonwifeguy

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me 🤝 eddie munson

being absolutely obsessed with steve harrington and unable to comprehend how no one else is

chamomileteainabuttercup

#love steddie where eddie is like. just the biggest wife guy#just completely unable to see flaws in steve like dustin will be like i love him but he's kind of dumb#and eddie is like ??? how dare you????? he's baby??????#mike is like i don't get why you two are dating you're so cool and steve's so lame#and eddie's like how???? are you so wrong??????? and then a meteor mysteriously hits mikes character next dnd session

he was asking for it

also Eddie being loudly indignant when anyone raises the fact that he used to have some pretty snarky things to say about Steve Harrington himself

“How dare you?  I would never.  I have never.  I was quoted out of context!  And I was being satirical!  And there was peer pressure, which is bad!  Don’t listen to them, Stevie, I think you’re perfect.”

lexirosewrites

foundintheshallows2 asked:

Hi! i'm in love with your demon! eddie post!!

thinking about a lil hurt/ comfort with steve feeling self conscious about what demon eddie sees in him because of his scars (maybe previous dates have had choice words for them etc), especially when eddie constantly waxes poetic about steve's beauty

lexirosewrites answered:

Sorry this took a few days to respond to. I’ve been busy, but I was excited to keep this AU going! (this is a continuation of Steve Accidentally Summons a Demon)


Steve Accidentally Summons a Demon Part 2

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are, little one?” Eddie asks as he gently traces his claws along Steve’s arm, so careful not to harm him with the affectionate action.

His touch stops when it reaches the boy’s shirt sleeve, unable to continue past it since he knows the reaction he’ll get from Steve.

The thing is that Steve loves being touched by his demon husband, really.

Eddie’s a generous lover who always puts his pleasure above all else. He uses anything and everything at his disposal to make sure Steve’s thoroughly satisfied every night before they fall sleep in each other’s arms.

And that’s all fine and dandy, but he still doesn’t want to take his shirt off.

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hexiewrites

I’ve been thinking a lot about late-deafened Steve, and what that actually would have looked like. Because the thing is: I love this head cannon. Boy got bashed around so much, ESPECIALLY on his left side, theres no way he didn’t come out of that with some long term damage. And I’ve been thinking about what that means for him, when his hearing starts to go, and how isolating that would be.

Except. Then I keep thinking about Robin.

Give me child-of-Deaf-adults Robin. Robin whose parents met at Gallaudet. Who were confused and upset when the doctor said, relief clear on his face, oh thank god, how lucky, your baby is normal, she can HEAR. Robin who grows up a in a Deaf home with a Deaf family. Who learns ASL before she learns English. Who never learns to be quiet because at home it doesn’t matter, so she can blast trumpet all day long to no complaints, and forever feels uncomfortable in places where she has to try to keep it down. Robin who grows up learning ASL and English and thrives, loves the way her brain works when it’s parsing languages, and starts teaching herself French and Spanish too, blasting day time Spanish soap operas constantly whenever she’s at home, shouting along with the screen. Robin who interprets for her parents, taking on burdens no seven year old should when she’s the one who has to tell her mom the cancers back. Robin who, four years later, gets to tell her dad that the surgery worked. The cancers gone. Moms gonna be ok. Robin who, at eleven, doesn’t know the sign for remission but she signs CANCER-one hand eating at the other like the disease that almost took her Mom-and signs FINISH, signs NONE, signs MOM-OKAY, MOM-SAFE, and is glad her dad can’t hear how loud her sobs are because even she’s embarrassed at the noises she’s making. 

Robin who doesn’t quite fit at home, the loud little girl in the odd quiet house (not that her house is ever quiet: if you dont realize you’re making noise you don’t do anything to tamper it), and who doesn’t quite fit at school, when she shows up in kindergarten signing instead of speaking and all the other kids make fun of her for years, call her spazzy Buckley and imitate the signs, crude and heartbreaking and she can’t even cry here because everyone can hear her. Robin who teaches herself to speak without signing, sits on her hands and tries not to internalize the hatred, but her fingers still twitch constantly along with the words. Robin who thinks she’s never going to fit in, and tries to separate out the two different parts of herself because it’s easier, most days, to pretend to be “normal” even though that feels wrong too.

Give me Robin, who knows Steve inside out and who knows what it looks like when someone can’t hear you but pretends they can. Robin who clocks Steve immediately, even though he tries to brush her off like he’s been doing to everyone. Robin who finally takes him home to meet her parents, explaining it all in the car (into his right ear, which is better than the left though still starting to fade). Robin who gives Steve the gift of understanding and hope for the future. Who holes up with him and teaches him sign, slow at first (because Steve has never been good at grammar, and he constantly furrows his eyebrows despite her pleas that eyebrows are important in ASL and he needs to use his face more or he’s going to confuse everyone, it’s the visual equivalent of lilting your voice up like every sentence is a question and it’s weird, Steve!) and then faster as he starts to realize how useful it is, starts to bring her lists full of signs to learn, starts to lean on and cherish the experience of this new way to communicate. Robin, who helps him practice lipreading even though she’s terrible at it. Robin, who finally convinces him to get a hearing aid and lets him sob into her shoulder when the doctor says it’ll help for a few years, but long term there’s probably nothing they can do, and then tells him to buck it up because there are way worse things than being a little deaf and besides, now the Buckleys will just have to adopt him for real because they did always talk about adopting a deaf child or two, if there was ever one in need.

Give me CODA Robin, whose never felt like she belonged until she nearly gets murdered by Russians with her best friend. Who brings Steve into her life, shows him Deaf culture, gives him a place where he fits. Robin who finally realizes that this is her place too, and it’s so much sweeter for getting to share it with the people she loves.

And then, after, give me Eddie knocking on the Buckley door and begging to learn ASL too. Give me Robin’s mom, somehow roped in to teaching him and the party, as they try to learn in secret to make Steve’s life easier (and their own, because ASL is god tier for pulling pranks from opposite sides of a high school cafeteria). Give me Dustin, excitedly telling Miranda Buckley to FUCK-OFF every week for months because he thinks he’s saying THANK-YOU and she finds it too funny to correct him. Give me Eddie trying to surprise Steve and ask him out on a date, but instead of signing HUNGRY, WANT YOU&ME GO AFTER WORK? he signs HORNY, WANT YOU&ME GO FUCK?

And give me Steve, who thinks about it for a long minute (partially because Eddie totally botches the grammar, but partially because he looks so hot, standing there nervous and trying to communicate with Steve in a way that will make him the most comfortable) before he smirks and signs back YEAH, and takes Eddie on the best goddamn first date of his life. 

steddierthings
steddieas-shegoes

this place is such great motivation for anyone trying to move the fuck away from hibernation

chapter 1: before
also on AO3
based on this post
Rated E for future chapters

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Nobody thought he could do it, but he did.

He graduated.

He was gonna get out of here.

He was gonna be someone.

The woman he celebrated with reminded him of Steve. He couldn’t lie to himself about it, knew the exact reasons he’d let her flirt with him, let her touch his arm, let her kiss him against the wall of the hallway of the bar leading to the bathrooms.

She was beautiful, of course, her hair a golden brown, eyes a soft brown. She had freckles along her cheeks and one on the tip of her nose.

Easily kissable if he were looking for more than one night.

He couldn’t give her that.

But he didn’t get the idea that she was interested in more than that anyway.

The back of the van was the perfect place to fuck her, and the fact that she didn’t really seem disgusted or annoyed by it further proved that she wasn’t interested in anything beyond tonight with him.

She was good, liked it a little rough, kissed him like she needed his lips on hers to survive.

Eddie was lost in it, not drunk enough to realize they’d forgotten to use a condom, but drunk enough to ignore it.

She was probably on birth control anyway.

It wouldn’t be anything more than tonight.

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hotluncheddie

having steve and tommy used to kiss thoughts.

hotluncheddie

steve and tommy used to kiss, sometimes.

when they were both drunk, mostly.

when steve was pissed at his dad or tommy was pissed at carrol, especially.

they didn't really talk when they were in these moods. didn't talk much before and definitely didn't talk about it after. they'd more just say whatever angry shit they needed to, about the people around them, their school, the world. they'd spit fire to no one but each other and then they'd wrestle. trying to ebb the burn in their veins, they'd grapple and shove. they'd kiss. they'd kiss and they'd rip and tare and try to break each other.

they'd kiss and they wouldn't talk about anything.

(steve liked it, he knew he liked it. under everything kissing tommy was different, kissing boys was different. but he liked kissing girls too so kissing boys was only ever allowed like this. that's just how the world worked. kissing boys was fire and kissing girls was safe. steve only ever wanted to feel safe)


steve had fire in his veins again, angry. hurt and scared too but he didn't want to feel those right now. anger was easier. he just wanted to rip and tare again because everything was falling apart and he didn't know how to stop it.

but he was hurt, bitten and ravaged. he couldn't muster the energy to grapple anything, to move or to bite out an angry speech. but he needed something, wanted to be grounded in the dirt, buried and exorcised.

so steve tried to kiss eddie. in the patchy field, by the dirty rv. with their bruised faces and blood stains. that was normal, that was when steve and tommy kissed. that was when boys kissed.

he pressed in hard, closed mouthed and only for a moment, gripping the front of eddies jacket. hoping he would get it. but if he didn't, a right hook didn't sound too bad either. familiar.

but steve wasn't met with anger like the fire he felt, or anger that precedes the spit of a slur. no, he was met with stillness, with big brown eyes, shocked and confused, pupils a little dilated. with lips slightly parted, pink and a small concerned wrinkle between eyebrows, cute. he was met with nothing he'd ever seen before.. it scared the shit out of him.

seeming to come back to himself eddie stayed close, voice soft but guarded, still firm. 'not right now okay, stevie? not when it'll just make things hurt more'

the small sound (whimper) steve made, hurt and confused, it embarrassed him to no end. couldn't eddie see this was what he needed, so he could forget for a while?

'think i might like you a little too much for this to be our first sweetheart' eddie sounds so shy, so raw when he said it. but still looking him in the eye. eddie was brave,

his fire turned to ice. how could steve think of treating eddie like that. use him like that?

'im sorry, oh god im sorry im sorry.' steve stepped back. flitting a shaking hand over his face and pulling at his hair.

'hey hey no, its okay. just, just not now yeah? its not no, just not now.' stepping back into his space, eddie was gentle, kind. too kind.

steve nodded, eyes on the floor. his vision blurred, how could he be so stupid? drag eddie down like that, into the burning hole of his ribcage, mangled and grotesque. eddie didn't belong there, no one did but him.

a sob ripped through his teeth, it was all too much. his head was being split open, confused and blindsided. but he was too tired to do anything, too quell, so he let his tears fall.

eddie was brave, steve had always known. eddie was brave and his heart was so big. eddie wrapped him in a hug and steve cried into his neck.

'its okay, let it out, your okay.' eddie was sweet and soft and it made steve cry a little harder, a little more.

when his breathing slowed and his tears dried a little eddie still held on. steve was starting to feel his bones again, feel the blood pumping steady in his veins.

eddie rocked them gently. 'you don't need to say anything now but we'll talk after yeah? when everyone's safe and we don't have to fight anymore. we'll talk then, about anything you want. okay? okay stevie?'

steve had never talked after. never wanted to. never given the chance either. but eddie wanted to talk to steve, he wanted to listen.

nodding, steve wanted desperately to be brave. he lifted his head and nodded again. looking into big brown eyes he though maybe eddie could be safe. maybe steve would be safe to give eddie everything he had left. if he was brave enough, steve would talk after and make something safe, with eddie.

steddierthings
crisisinverted17

Steve talking about his boyfriend Eddie, how nice and sweet he is, and everyone else is confused because their Eddie??? The guy that throws food at anyone to get their attention??? The guy who openly jeers at everyone but Hellfire and a select few people in the cafeteria?! The one that pushes and shoves his club-mates around in the hallway thinking it’s the funniest thing ever?? THAT Eddie?


And Steve’s like yeah, duh. That’s just how he is. He just tries to be tough and scary.


Everyone starts to plot. How do they find this secret side to Eddie that Steve found?? Turns out the answer is found, when they’re all hanging at Steve’s.


Everyones in the kitchen, filling their plate with snacks while Steve finishes the brownies. Eddie walks over to him, wraps his arms around his waist. Gives him a few pecks on his neck and everyone thinks this is it.


Robin, who was closest to the pair, pestering him to let her eat the batter, watches the exact moment as Steve’s eyes shut, and Eddie lifts his head, a mischievous smile on his face as he snatches the spatula, and jumps away. Licking a long stripe down the middle.


And that’s when they realize, while Steve shakes the ever-loving life out of the metalhead because ‘now I need another spoon!’ That Eddie doesn’t act any different.


Steve just sees that stuff in him because of how he is.

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milf-harrington

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[image description: digital art of steve harrington and eddie munson sitting across from each other in a cracked bathtub. eddie is very pale and very filthy and Steve is cradling his hands while saying "cradle." the wall behind them is half blue tile, half grey-cream plaster. /end id.]

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drew a little snapshot of The Bath Scene from @azrielgreen's you're divine <3

i'm pretty sure in the actual scene they're both wearing pants (and i think steve has his shirt on) but i couldn't be bothered drawing clothes so they're either naked or in their underwear that's up to you

bonus!

how (not) to teach your monster friend how to wash his hair:

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[image description: a three paneled comic drawn in black and white, with steve and eddie still facing each other in the bath.

steve tells eddie "Like this-" while eddie watches, confused, and then dunks himself under the water. eddie panics and dives after him.

in the last panel he's holding a soaking steve by the face with a grumpy expression and saying "no." /.end id]

steddierthings
imfinereallyy

Steve Harrington my favorite head empty no thoughts himbo, you would most definitely assume that your fellow queer friends knew you liked both. No need to come out to them, they obviously know. That’s why they are so comfortable with him, right? Like he doesn’t want to shout it from the rooftops because it’s obviously not safe, but surely Robin and Eddie can sense him from a mile away? They don’t need to worry about him at this gay bar. Wait—why are they so shocked that he just made out with a guy on the dance floor?

scriptorbemi

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