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I was exhausted while tagging this 😭 wtf was I on?

A tale of dumbassery, a sailor, and one innocent bi-stander (aka. Eddie Munson)

Eddie was crouched on the curb of the building when one of the back doors to the mall suddenly flung open. He was behind the mall near the dumpsters, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to slam the door with their legs while their hands were full of garbage bags. What was not normal, however, were the tiny shorts on this guy's ass. 

There were no shorts that needed to be that short. Though it was the eighties, crop tops, and short shorts on men were a trend. That didn’t mean Eddie had to enjoy it. If anything, he enjoyed it so much that it did a full one-eighty into a bad case of loathing. 

But this sailor, in his short blue shorts, maybe one in a million because Eddie's enjoyment was doing a full three-sixty on repeat. He’s pretty sure his eyes were doing that silly animated thing too, where they continuously popped in and out of his skull.

As he kept watching this fine-looking sailor, he noticed the other man struggling to carry three garbage bags in his two hands. His arms were visibly straining from the weight. The man was also purposely stumbling to the dumpster to avoid one of the leaking bags, leaving a trail of melted ice cream behind him. He was a walking disaster just waiting to happen and Eddie found himself slightly more into that than he had previously thought.

What can Eddie say? He has a thing for dumb men and nice asses. And this gorgeous, gorgeous fool in front of him was the epitome of dumbassery. 

Eddie was so distracted by this man that his cigarette burned to the nub, and he wasn’t paying attention to the heat slowly beginning to reach his fingers. Not until it was too late did he notice the tiny lit flame against his skin. Some of the ash landed on his pants, hands, and even his favorite ‘Ride the Lightning’ tee.

“Fuck,” he yelps as he hops up and purposely drops the nub under his show to put it out. His right hand, which got burnt, was doing a dramatic jazz hand skit, while his left made a feeble attempt to brush off the ash. He then looks back up to see the sailor, who had been two-thirds of the way to the dumpster before Eddie did his small fire dance, was now looking at him.

From where he stood, Eddie could hear the other chuckling at him. Embarrassment washed over him before it slowly turned to anger when he finally comprehended who he was looking at.

Standing almost ten feet away from him was Steve Harrington, the same Harrington who was a complete douchebag in high school. Now, said douchebag was holding back soft laughter. The asshole even opened his mouth, probably to give Eddie shit, when the bag that had been leaking the entire way to the dumpster finally broke. 

Ice cream and trash go everywhere, most landing on Steve's shoes and hairy legs. 

Eddie doesn’t hold back the laughter that catches him by surprise, his anger leaving him before he can say anything too stupid. However, he quickly stops when the other boy's gaze falls back on him. 

He’s afraid he’ll have to run away from a trash-covered king, but that fear quickly dissolves when he hears Steve's laughter slowly join his. 

“I suppose that's what I get for being an asshole.” Steve comments, scrunching his nose in disgust as he steps out of the puddle of sour milk at his feet.

He looks back up, about to say something to Eddie, but the door he exited less than five minutes ago flings open. This time, a disgruntled girl with a slight bob and matching sailor suit emerges.

“Hey, asshole-” She stops mid-sentence, her expression morphing into disgust as she processes the mess surrounding Steve. 

Eddie glances back at Steve who is now frantically moving much faster than before. He throws the garbage over the dumpster and quickly begins to pick up what he can, which isn’t much before he runs back to the girl at the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t see the bag was ripped until I was like five feet away from the exit, and I was hoping to get it all mopped up before you noticed, but the bag broke and–” Steve’s words were flying a mile per minute, each hitting his coworker in the face all at once. 

Once again, Eddie is surprised by the boy's behavior and so is Robin, whose name tag he had managed to catch when she takes a step back from Steve. Who now reeked of garbage and seemed oblivious to this fact along with what personal space was.

“Ok, ok, I get it, dingus.” Robins's hand moves up in a stop motion. Both she and Eddie watch as Steve’s anxiety train slows down to a halt before it goes too far off the rails. 

“We can get a janitor to clean it up or something, but I need you to get back in there before I piss myself. I’m having one of your kids watch the booth while we are away and I don’t think we have enough time to piss and get you cleaned up before they start robbing us clean.” Robin rambles out. 

Eddie can’t help but think that the two were perfect for each other because they sure did ramble a lot. 

Eddie’s existence is again ignored as the two sailors head back in. Before Steve is completely gone though, he sends a small finger wave Eddie's way. 

And at that moment, Eddie decided he was going to loathe that boy's ass forever.

Ahhh I'm slowly getting back into a flow of things and strangely this one shot took me forever to write which I am not used to. (Though I am considering expanding this into Eddie finding Steve and Robin fucked up on the truth serum though I am not sure, I am willing to take opinions though)

[goblinssweetestleaf]

A tale of dumbassery, a sailor, and one innocent bi-stander (aka. Eddie Munson)

Eddie was crouched on the curb of the building when one of the back doors to the mall suddenly flung open. He was behind the mall near the dumpsters, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to slam the door with their legs while their hands were full of garbage bags. What was not normal, however, were the tiny shorts on this guy's ass. 

There were no shorts that needed to be that short. Though it was the eighties, crop tops, and short shorts on men were a trend. That didn’t mean Eddie had to enjoy it. If anything, he enjoyed it so much that it did a full one-eighty into a bad case of loathing. 

But this sailor, in his short blue shorts, maybe one in a million because Eddie's enjoyment was doing a full three-sixty on repeat. He’s pretty sure his eyes were doing that silly animated thing too, where they continuously popped in and out of his skull.

As he kept watching this fine-looking sailor, he noticed the other man struggling to carry three garbage bags in his two hands. His arms were visibly straining from the weight. The man was also purposely stumbling to the dumpster to avoid one of the leaking bags, leaving a trail of melted ice cream behind him. He was a walking disaster just waiting to happen and Eddie found himself slightly more into that than he had previously thought.

What can Eddie say? He has a thing for dumb men and nice asses. And this gorgeous, gorgeous fool in front of him was the epitome of dumbassery. 

Eddie was so distracted by this man that his cigarette burned to the nub, and he wasn’t paying attention to the heat slowly beginning to reach his fingers. Not until it was too late did he notice the tiny lit flame against his skin. Some of the ash landed on his pants, hands, and even his favorite ‘Ride the Lightning’ tee.

“Fuck,” he yelps as he hops up and purposely drops the nub under his show to put it out. His right hand, which got burnt, was doing a dramatic jazz hand skit, while his left made a feeble attempt to brush off the ash. He then looks back up to see the sailor, who had been two-thirds of the way to the dumpster before Eddie did his small fire dance, was now looking at him.

From where he stood, Eddie could hear the other chuckling at him. Embarrassment washed over him before it slowly turned to anger when he finally comprehended who he was looking at.

Standing almost ten feet away from him was Steve Harrington, the same Harrington who was a complete douchebag in high school. Now, said douchebag was holding back soft laughter. The asshole even opened his mouth, probably to give Eddie shit, when the bag that had been leaking the entire way to the dumpster finally broke. 

Ice cream and trash go everywhere, most landing on Steve's shoes and hairy legs. 

Eddie doesn’t hold back the laughter that catches him by surprise, his anger leaving him before he can say anything too stupid. However, he quickly stops when the other boy's gaze falls back on him. 

He’s afraid he’ll have to run away from a trash-covered king, but that fear quickly dissolves when he hears Steve's laughter slowly join his. 

“I suppose that's what I get for being an asshole.” Steve comments, scrunching his nose in disgust as he steps out of the puddle of sour milk at his feet.

He looks back up, about to say something to Eddie, but the door he exited less than five minutes ago flings open. This time, a disgruntled girl with a slight bob and matching sailor suit emerges.

“Hey, asshole-” She stops mid-sentence, her expression morphing into disgust as she processes the mess surrounding Steve. 

Eddie glances back at Steve who is now frantically moving much faster than before. He throws the garbage over the dumpster and quickly begins to pick up what he can, which isn’t much before he runs back to the girl at the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t see the bag was ripped until I was like five feet away from the exit, and I was hoping to get it all mopped up before you noticed, but the bag broke and–” Steve’s words were flying a mile per minute, each hitting his coworker in the face all at once. 

Once again, Eddie is surprised by the boy's behavior and so is Robin, whose name tag he had managed to catch when she takes a step back from Steve. Who now reeked of garbage and seemed oblivious to this fact along with what personal space was.

“Ok, ok, I get it, dingus.” Robins's hand moves up in a stop motion. Both she and Eddie watch as Steve’s anxiety train slows down to a halt before it goes too far off the rails. 

“We can get a janitor to clean it up or something, but I need you to get back in there before I piss myself. I’m having one of your kids watch the booth while we are away and I don’t think we have enough time to piss and get you cleaned up before they start robbing us clean.” Robin rambles out. 

Eddie can’t help but think that the two were perfect for each other because they sure did ramble a lot. 

Eddie’s existence is again ignored as the two sailors head back in. Before Steve is completely gone though, he sends a small finger wave Eddie's way. 

And at that moment, Eddie decided he was going to loathe that boy's ass forever.

Ahhh I'm slowly getting back into a flow of things and strangely this one shot took me forever to write which I am not used to. (Though I am considering expanding this into Eddie finding Steve and Robin fucked up on the truth serum though I am not sure, I am willing to take opinions though)

[goblinssweetestleaf]

Hey! Im not new to tumblr nor am I new to the Steddie fandom but I have been out of commission for while and decided to try to come back with a brand new start. I haven’t written a whole lot this past year and decided to dive back into it for my con-artist/pirate Stobin idea I’ve had for a while with a mixture of witch Robin. So with that said i hope this draft flows well :)

“One…”

Steve barely hears Robin over the loud but still faint yell coming from behind them. He’s quick to turn his body around, trying to be a somewhat decent look out as Robin looks for something. Of what, he was unsure.

His eyes quickly scan the area, trying to detect where the yell came from. Following where the other crew was looking at he finds the source of the screaming. There, just across the ship from them was the captain. Who just so happened to find Robin and Steve out much faster then the two of them had expected. 

Steve couldn’t hear what he was yelling about, but his hands were waving around to get all of the crews attention before giving out a direct order that so happened to be in the same direction as Steve and Robin. Now that was either just a weird coincidence or Robin and Steve had just been found out. 

Steve was willing to bet it was the rather as he watched numerous men, some who he even became good friends with during the short time he and Robin were on the ship, grab their guns. 

“Two….”

Robin’s head is poking over the ship, her hair flowing in the wind as she keeps her left hand up. Purposely snapping her fingers to grab Steve’s attention. Which works as Steve is quick to turn around with wide eyes, moving to see what Robin was looking at over the edge before hissing out. 

“They’re onto us, and they have guns-” he slightly sings the last word as his anxiety wants him to jump over now. The crew members were beginning to get closer and closer to the two of them. All of them sneaking closer slowly as if him and Robin were a fleeing stray dog that needed to be caught. 

Steve then turns his body to fully face the ocean now, keeping his gaze on Robin whose eyes were still frantically skimming the area. His body was ready to jump the second the other said he could.

“Two and a Half….”

Steve’s body lurches forward a couple of inches out of anticipation, expecting Robin to have said three which was the go-ahead word of jumping.

“Not yet!” Robin squeals a little as she moves her counting hand to tug him back causing him to nearly lose balance from the force.

Steve frantically begins to look at her, to the crewmembers, the captain and then finally back at the ocean. His heart was racing and it was slowly becoming more difficult to focus on anything besides getting the hell off this ship. His hands shake from the adrenaline rush that was now beginning to kick in.

“Robin!” Steve hisses out annoyed, now only looking at her as she frantically eyed the ocean. 

Her face was a slight pink and agitated. Robin was looking for something, of what was completely unknown to Steve. 

“You can’t just-” 

Before he gets the words out of his mouth he feels the wind around him growing stronger. The wind continues to pick up its speed and strength as it targets Steve's back. As if trying to push him over the side of the ship without his or Robin’s permission.

Steve plants his feet as he waits for Robin to give him the go-ahead. Before she can though the wind strikes him again causing him to stumble forward and over the edge. He tumbles over faster than Robin can catch him. 

“Steve!” Robin yells from above him. He barely hears her over his own yelling. 

Things were moving so fast that he didn’t even get a chance to hold his breath when his body collided with the water. The seawater begins to pour itself into his mouth as the waves beat him around a bit. Pushing him under and around as he is quick to curl into himself in hopes that will save him a bit. 

He was able to make it above the surface for a second to gasp for air, and in that second he hears the loud gun shot that echoes around him. But he isn’t given long to process it before he is being pulled under once again.

As the water makes him its own personal ragdoll he could hear his heart beating in his ear, feel the pain of suffocation slowly begin to reach his lungs and the sting of numerous cuts on his body from the salt reacting to his open wounds.

 He doesn’t want to, but he opens his eyes under the water. Another slight sting, but not nearly as painful, reaches his eyes. He moves his head looking around him in hopes of seeing Robin anywhere. Thinking that the wind may have pushed her overboard as well. 

His vision was clearing up now that he was no longer above the surface. He could see only darkness surrounding him as he searches for Robin, with no sign anywhere. Not even a ripple.

Blinking around he is now more aware of the adrenaline in his body as he frantically tries to pull himself up and above the water. No longer capable of staying under for any longer than he tried. Looking up, he could see the ripples of water and the light shining into the ocean.

When he finally meets his destination he gasps for air, a slight wheeze leaving him as he does. Along with a hard enough cough that causes his whole body to ache in ways he didn’t know it could. 

Squinting around, his once-clear vision begins to blur again as he begins his fight with the water around him. Seeing the blurry shape of the boat he was once on moving much faster than he thought it was away. 

Shaking his head to try and get his hair out of his face he lets the salt water surround him. Reaching its arms around his shivering body, holding him hostage as it teasingly waved at the captain who was now on the edge of the boat looking down at him. Standing where Steve and Robin had just stood moments prior.

Steve turns his head away from the ship, glancing around in hopes of finding his friend in what seems to be an endless ocean. He shivers as he keeps moving in hopes it will warm him up, and keep him afloat. Shaking his head to get his hair out of his face he finally sees Robin out of the corner of his eyes and immediately begins to frantically swim towards her. 

Which was proven difficult as the water pushed against him, trying to separate him from his platonic soulmate. Said soulmate who looked like a wet rat and was barely staying above water. Her hair was in her face, so she couldn’t see Steve trying to get to her. 

“Steve!” Robins panicked and coughing a little as she turns her head awkwardly to look around. Even looking slightly up into the sky, as if Steve would miraculously appear from there. 

“I’m right here Robs.” Steve responds shakily back. Finally able to touch the girl's arm, she jumps startled before finally relaxing a bit as she processes it was Steve who was the one who touched her and not some evil shark. 

“Oh thank god,” she gasps, sounding close to tears as she swims a bit closer to him. Quickly moving a hand up to move her hair from her eyes.

She then proceeds to squint around her, before she returns to looking back at Steve. “This should work.” Her teeth shattered from how cold the water was. She nods her head mumbling more under her breath, as if she was trying to regain more confidence. “Yeah- this can totally work.” 

Robin then pushes back from Steve, far enough she could move to float on her back. Still struggling to stay afloat she starts to mumble under her breath before the water around her began to glow. 

Almost immediately a group of glowing jellyfish surround her as she keeps muttering her spell. Her hair flowed around her, nearly trapping a tinier glowing baby fish from floating closer to her mother.

Steve stays silent, knowing that this is what Robin wants from him. As he waits for her to finish her spell, his bones begin to ache and he nearly goes under again. Though when her eyes finally open, with a slight blue glow to them he grins about to celebrate whatever she had just done. 

Before he can though something slimy wraps itself around his ankle and tugs hard causing him to go under the water. A higher pitch squeak leaves him before the water makes it back into mouth once more. His eyes remain open as he tries to focus his eyes. Going from a blur to a clearer focus as he thrashes his body around in hopes of escaping whatever has grabbed him.

Frightened to look down, he finally forces himself to. He barely saw the slimy black hand grabbing his ankle amongst the dark water below him. 

His eyes grow large as he tries to pull his ankle from the grip of whatever has a hold of him. The struggle was deemed to be difficult as he felt the slight cracking of his ankle from where the hand gripped him.

He begins to fight harder, squirming and kicking around as he lifts his leg up and try’s to pry the hand off from him with his own hands this time. He cringes as he feels how slimy the fingers are with his fingers. The sensory of how it felt making him want to throw up.

He was slowly beginning to run out of oxygen. Frantic he looks up to see the jelly fish were still surrounding Robin about twenty feet above him. It was a good distance between them but he hoped that Robin would be able to save him from whatever was below.

As he looks up he catches something move from the corner of his eye. Quick to look at what it is he wishes he never looked immediately. Surrounding him were what his people called vampire squid. 

Their soft red glow surrounds him as he feels his body locking up out of fear. He no longer had the will to put up much more of a fight. His fear took over all of his senses and caused him to freeze up in the ice-cold water.

As he makes intense eye contact with one of the squid, he desperately wants to look away. But he can't as if something was forcing him to look at the small creatures. When he finally stops looking at them its because his eyes are slowly drifting into the back of his skull. 

A warm pleasurable feeling moves throughout his body, replacing the pain from his smaller wounds. After a moment his mouth opens slightly in the water without his consent, releasing the last of his oxygen into the ocean. The bubbles surround his face as he feels himself being pulled further down into the unknown. He was unable to do anything to stop it.

Then, out of nowhere the light of the jelly began to swarm the darkness. Forcing the hand around his ankle to let go. Steve;s eyes come back to and focus in the water, only seeing darkness as he lets another force pull him up above water. 

When he feels the cool wind hitting his face again, he is quick to throw up everything he digested from the ocean. The pitch-black liquid comes out of his mouth and joins the ocean once more as he crouches on his knees and holds his stomach. 

After a moment of catching his breath, he quickly realizes that he was crouching on water. Looking confused and possibly even more startled he turns his head to look up at Robin. Who stood above him with a concerned look on her face.