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Steve Harrington would be so good at yo-yoing and he’d use it as a party trick. I’m imagining him as a kid, though. Like his parents bought it for him to keep him entertained while they argued or something—and now everyday he accomplishes a new trick, he makes it their problem.

He’s like Stuart from that MadTV skit. Just—“Mom, Mom—look what I can do!” Hes doing it at 6am in his parents’ dark ass bedroom, standing over them with the yo-yo in hands. He’s tugging at random people’s pant legs during dinner parties and making them watch. He does a trick too hard once and gives Tommy a bruise from hitting him in the face.

The first thing he does after having sex with Eddie is whip the yo-yo out and make him watch—still completely debauched and naked—tongue peeking from between his lips and focusing way too fucking hard. Then he goes and chugs a glass of milk and then promptly passes out in their bed, stomach down while Eddie scratches his back.

Hes lowkey a loser, but a very charming one

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A little Mermay Eddie before the month is over

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meta thoughts on the misinterpretation of steve harrington's self-sacrifice

what frustrates me about steve's fandom characterization, specifically in steddie, is not that he's self-sacrificial, because he is. its that so many people root steve's self-sacrifice in self-loathing. there's this overarching idea that steve feels so worthless that he throws himself in front of others because he believes they deserve to live more than him.

and that characterization does a severe disservice to him and blatantly ignores the best part about him - how deeply he loves his friends.

yes, he throws himself into danger, but it's not because he hates himself.

steve is an incredibly confident character. the reason he lets the others' snarky comments roll off his back isn't because he believes he deserves them, it's because he doesn't give a shit. because he knows who he is. honestly, out of every character in that show, he's the only one who really knows what he's about.

when steve throws himself between his friends and danger, it's simply because he loves them so much that he'll do anything to protect them. it's nothing more than that.

his humbleness when eddie waxes on about his heroics in season four stems from steve's protectiveness being so intrinsic to who he is that he just sees it as a fact of life, not as a big sparkly thing deserving of special recognition.

also as a side note, a lot of people make this self-hatred come from how he acted when he was younger. either he acted that way as a mask for his low confidence, or he can't forgive himself now for who he used to be. and i'll be honest, i don't think he ruminates on his past self at all by season 4. one of steve's core traits is that he's incredibly pragmatic. by the end of season 1, he realized he didn't like the person he was becoming, he spent season 2 changing that, and then he moved on. i don't think he spared much thought to it since.

that pragmatism also extends towards his protectiveness. he sees a threat coming for him and his friends, and he steps in front to protect them, typically because he's the oldest and/or physically strongest in the group (season 2 in the tunnels, the fight with billy, the strongest swimmer in the lake, etc). he's the best for the job so he'll step up and do it, no second thoughts or second guessing. that's what makes him so interesting and i hate to see it diminished.

no more self-loathing steve, please. i promise he's a much more fun character if you go deeper into the well.

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i was thinking, after him and eddie get together, something happens with al and eddie just. he needs a release. so steve drives him out there in silence. gets him out of the car and hands him a bat.

eddie does his own damage to the junkyard. and steve stands off to the side and watches him break another bottle, bash in another tv set. till he’s panting hard and throws the bat into the ground.

it’s like watching a movie based on yourself but played by someone else.

eddie drops to the ground sobs ripping from his chest.

but the only difference in this movie is someone is there to catch him.

steve cradles him and eddie presses his head to his chest, his tears never ceasing, as steve reassures him it’s okay.

The one thing no one knows about Steve Harrington is how he bottles it up. How he never shows it—even when he really fucking wants to. He quiets, nods along, politely declines, till it's the dead of night and he can drive into the old junkyard, baseball bat in his trunk.

He takes it out on other people’s dumped trash.

A chevrolet with a missing door gets the brute force one night, a old television set another. Glass shards are scattered across the yard, a pile of them building up beside a cracked piece of concrete from bottles and plates.

The yard is far enough from the suburbs he can scream alongside the cracks and shattering of old windows and metal on metal.

And when his arms grow weak from overexertion, casting the bat aside, his body falls heavy on the ground and tears run down his cheeks.

Sometimes he makes it back to bed before the sun begins to rise, but other times, with his back against the nearest place to rest, the sun greets him like an old friend. Warming his face despite how his fingers stay cold and his chest hollow.

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The one thing no one knows about Steve Harrington is how he bottles it up. How he never shows it—even when he really fucking wants to. He quiets, nods along, politely declines, till it's the dead of night and he can drive into the old junkyard, baseball bat in his trunk.

He takes it out on other people’s dumped trash.

A chevrolet with a missing door gets the brute force one night, a old television set another. Glass shards are scattered across the yard, a pile of them building up beside a cracked piece of concrete from bottles and plates.

The yard is far enough from the suburbs he can scream alongside the cracks and shattering of old windows and metal on metal.

And when his arms grow weak from overexertion, casting the bat aside, his body falls heavy on the ground and tears run down his cheeks.

Sometimes he makes it back to bed before the sun begins to rise, but other times, with his back against the nearest place to rest, the sun greets him like an old friend. Warming his face despite how his fingers stay cold and his chest hollow.

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steve and eddie fuck to cope with all the shit they’ve been through and seen.

it doesn’t mean anything, they don’t talk about it—it just happens from time to time. its not nice and not overtly gentle. it’s just both of their pent up energy coming to a head.

they’re best friends and it doesn’t change that, so when each of them start to catch feelings that start to teeter into frightening territory—they begin to distance themselves from the other.

it sucks, they hate it.

eddie makes up excuses about band practice and dnd planning. steve makes up excuses of fake dates and work shifts.

despite their best effort, it doesn’t work. if anything, it makes it worse.

they have a night to themselves, robin bailing last minute.

it starts out the same as always. with slow movements towards each other. fingers brushing, moving close till their thighs touch.

then quickly encompassing of the other, hot mouths and determined, wandering hands.

its the same, but its different. it slows down, like they’re savoring it, like it’s the last time to touch and feel whatever this is between them.

the different becomes overwhelming. its not the same—and they both know it.

they just think it’s the last time to have this.

so, eddie asks.

holding steve’s face in his hands, both breathing in the same air, he asks.

“tell me you love me.”

steve doesn’t move, still breathing deeply, just looking at him.

“please,” he whispers, “i just want to be loved. even if it’s not real. just this once, i want to feel what it’s like to be loved.”

big hands cup eddie’s face, brushing away a tear that escaped down his cheek.

“i love you,” is all he hears before he’s kissed again, languid and deep, soft and hard.

eddie has half the mind to say it back, an unspoken question from the answer to his own.

its not the same.

its not rough, it’s not harsh.

its soft, it’s tender. it’s loving.

it’s making love.

as corny as it sounds, it’s what he imagines making love would be like.

they both think it’s one sided.

they pour every ounce of love and devotion they carry for the other into the moment.

but,

when they wake up tangled together. and they stay like that.

basked in warmth, they try to hang on to the night just for a second more.

when they say i love you, it’s not because they’re half asleep, it’s because they mean it.

and when steve comes back to bed and pecks eddie’s cheek, they both share a look—as if to realize and solidify that, yeah, this is real.

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one thing eddie doesn’t expect when they move to a ranch, is for steve to become a straight up cowboy.

he only realizes it’s happened when steve walks in, boots clinking, dirt smudged on his cheek, flannel completely unbuttoned, and his chunky belt buckle on display.

eddie shakes his head and clears his throat, completely missing whatever steve’s just said to him.

“sorry- what?” his voice absolutely doesn’t not crack at the end, refuses to believe it did. steve crosses his arms and leans against that counter. eddie can feel himself gulp.

steve must’ve notice it too, one side of his mouth quirked up. “i *said,* i fixed the gate. shouldn’t give us any hassle anymore.”

“the gate.. uh huh. good to know.” that chest hair is unforgivable. god he’s covered in a thin layer of sweat too.

steve laughs at him, “earth to eddie,” he snaps his fingers once or twice.

“sorry- i-“ eddie pauses. steve raises his brows at him, waiting. “you can’t do this to me.”

steve looks taken aback. “do what?”

eddie gestures to him, “look like- that.”

hands out, steve turns in a circle, “like this?”

“yes.”

“i’m just in my clothes eds.”

“you look like you’re out of some wet cowboy dream i had when i was 13,” a laugh bursts out of steve, “it’s frankly unfair i’ve only just realized i have my own cowboy now.” someone should’ve told him he’s got the literal fucking dream boat at his fingertips. steve hums and steps toward him. he reaches out and fixes the collar eddie’s own flannel.

“you do, yeah.”

“is this where i make the very obvious joke of suddenly needing to save a horse.” steve cackles at that, hiding his face in eddie’s shoulder.

“you’re insufferable.”

“i try.”

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heyyyyyyyyy 👁️👁️ little eddie stickers coming sooooon :3c

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See, like, we've got rock star Eddie, right? And he's taking his dog (a shelter rescue of indeterminate breed; he's a whole mess of patches and spots of color and Eddie loves him) to the vet, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans and a beanie, hoping no one will recognize him. And he's in line at the counter behind possibly the prettiest man he's ever seen

A pretty man who seems to be in distress

He's got a cat carrier next to him, and the cat inside is yowling up a storm, performing a whole opera for the waiting room, and Pretty Guy is running a hand through his hair and pulling, and then he asks, "How long will he be okay without it?"

And Eddie's heart sinks a little, feeling for the guy. It wasn't all that long ago that he was scrimping and saving every cent for the things he needed - and vet bills are expensive. The tech behind the counter says something to the guy that Eddie misses, but it only seems to distress him further.

"Can you hold it for me? Just for a while, until I can see if I can get the money for it?"

Whatever the tech is about to say is lost, because Eddie is stepping forward and placing his credit card on the counter. "I've got it," he says.

Pretty Guy glares at him, which - fair. There's a certain amount of pride involved in being able to afford your own shit. Eddie gets that.

"You don't need to do that," the guy says

Eddie nods. "I don't. But I can, and I want to."

The guy huffs. "You don't even know how expensive this medication is."

"I promise, whatever it is, I got it. Think of it like paying it forward," Eddie says. "Besides, maybe I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for..." he trails off and gestures to the carrier, where the cat is still hollering. He can see that it's a Siamese now, all blue eyes and vocal as hell.

"Bruce," the guy says, and then he waffles for a moment, weighing his pride against how much he wants to take care of his cat, and it seems like the latter wins out. "I'm going to find a way to pay you back," he insists, stepping to the side so Eddie can reach the card reader.

"You don't have to," Eddie says.

"No, I'm gonna," the guy shoots back, immovable in his certainty, so Eddie only shrugs.

He pays for his own bill while the guy gets Bruce's medication, and they walk out front together. "Give me your phone so I can give you my number," the guy says as soon as they're out. "So I can pay you back."

And Eddie doesn't even think about it--doesn't think about whether this guy might be a rabid fan using this as a ploy to get Eddie's number, doesn't think about whether he's going to sell it or share it around--he just hands his phone over. When he gets it back, he has a new contact saved on the screen. Steve Harrington.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, just... thanks for that," Steve says.

"Think nothing of it, good sir," Eddie replies with a little bow, because he's an overblown dork at his core, no matter how famous he might be.

Steve doesn't seem to mind, anyway. And if they text more than is strictly necessary while Steve is working out how to pay Eddie back, and if Eddie says maybe Steve's company would be a good start, and if they end up going to dinner together, and if they only carry on from there - well. Eddie considers it the universe granting him a boon for his good deed. Even if he does eventually have to deal with Bruce's midnight yowling when he spends the night with Steve anytime he's in town.

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I've seen a lot of fics where Eddies friends react badly to him dating Steve.

I think they use any opportunity to embarss Eddie with old stories.

"Oh you're dating Steve harrington? Okay, hey Steve did you know when Eddie was 16 he accepted a bet to eat a handful of dirt for 1 dollar and didn't even take the money after eating it?"

It gets to a point where he doesn't want to bring them around Steve because Steve keeps telling Robin those stories about him, and she starts using them against him.

His friends go behind his back to invite Steve to their practices and shows so they can keep telling him stories.

They must embarss him.

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based on the scene with Nancy and Robin and how upset Steve is that he can't seduce that man, I propose:

Steve would try to fuck every DnD npc whose description sounds mildly attractive to him.

And maybe, coincidentally, the first couple of times it's girl characters, so no one bats an eye when he does the equivalent of sauntering over with a "hi :)".

But then it's a man, a guard maybe and everyone is suspicious at first, but it works. Steve wins him over and it works to their advantage, so no further discussion is needed.

Except, then it starts to become a habit. He beds a prince, a bard, a couple of maids and queens, an elf. Tries an orc, gets killed about it.

And it's so ridiculous, because at least once every session Eddie will introduce someone and Steve will go "I'm gonna sleep with them"

Everyone: "Steve. You don't have to-"

Steve: "I'm gonna"

Everyone: "No one's asking you to-"

Steve: "I approach them with a proposition"

Everyone: "UGH 🙄"

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i’m all for girl dad steve. but… boy dad steve WILL let his son do ballet if the kid wants to!!! he wants a doll instead of a gi joe? YEP! he wants a monster truck? FOR SURE! he wants the pink and purple galaxy bedsheets? he’s getting those too!! if his kid is happy, so is he.

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well known supermodel (trans) stevie harrington & her famous rockstar boyfriend. she’s all class & elegance, and he’s an eclectic embodiment of queer metal.

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something something steve with his elbow on the counter of family video staring at eddie (his boyfriend) browsing, when he /should/ be rewinding tapes.

robin pushes his elbow and he falls over

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And I loved and I loved and I lost you

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It’s practically 2014 and you guys still don’t know how to google if an article is real or not before giving it 100,000 notes

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sapphic steddie but it’s ms. popular girl stevie harrington and eddie “ohmygodpretty💫woman💫” munson

eddie walking into a wall bc she sees stevie has /lip gloss/. /sparkly/ lip gloss. and stares a lil too hard.