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The new night shoot recording where Jonathan or Dustin yells ”STEVE YOU NEED TO RUN!” etc doesn’t sound like Steve’s the one in danger? I mean maybe a little but if it’s Jonathan’s screams he sounds like the one who is hurt and warning Steve, same with Dustin.

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josh o’connor in challengers (2024)

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when you’re normal about your boy best friend

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Just watched Challengers and jesus fuck holy shitting fuck in my asssssss….. it was so HOT

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can you put our eds in an episode of supernatural please?

(btw i love your blog so much, these posts make my day)

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please put him in Bridgerton!

weddings, huh?

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you should put him in Steve's bedroom 👀

every steddie fanfic at some point:

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Can you put him in background of the s3 rain fight just you know standing there awkwardly you know.

you’re right, this is awkward

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scoops stobin my beloveds <3

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”Listen, you need to stay the hell away from Steve, alright?” Tommy barked at Billy who was in the middle of talking smugly about something dense from the way all the guys were laughing about it like a bunch of assholes.

Billy slowly turned to look down at Tommy, who was looking up at him like he was ready to kill.

And maybe he was.

He watched how Billy took him in, eyes slightly narrowed until he let out a dry laugh and gave him the fakest grin Tommy had ever seen.

”Let’s take this outside, Hagan.” He chuckled as he started to push Tommy by his shoulder to the backyards doors while telling the other guys he’ll be right back.

When they were outside, Tommy quickly turned around and showed Billy roughly so the others back hit the wall with a thud.

”Look, Hargrove. I know what you did to Steve. Don’t think I didn’t see those bruises around his neck.” Tommy started, fists clenching beside his legs.

”And I saw the way he was limping, too.”

Billy raised a brow at him before lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag of it. He blew the smoke to Tommy’s face and Tommy had to keep himself from coughing.

”I thought you didn’t care about Harrington.” Billy said after a while, challenging Tommy with his eyes.

Well, shit.

”I - I don’t. But I also don’t want him to get hurt.” Tommy tried his best to mumble out, cringing at the way he sounded.

Billy rolled his eyes while taking a long drag.

”Seems a lot like caring to me, Hagan.” He answered and spat on the ground after throwing his barely used cigarette away.

He walked closer to Tommy, the other gulping as he had to look more upwards than before now that the other was getting closer.

”And how come you think it’s me that did all of that to him?”

”I heard him talking to Nancy and then the word ’Billy’. It wasn’t too hard to connect the dots. Or maybe it is to you.” Tommy snarled and Billy just laughed.

He patted Tommy’s shoulder lightly before giving him a hard squeeze that made the smaller boy flinch.

”Now, was that after I fucked his brains out in the janitors closet or before?”

Billy looked down at him, a predator look in his eyes as Tommy got lost of words.

No. Billy couldn’t be telling the truth. He couldn’t be.

He was just fucking with Tommy’s head because he knows, he knows how important Steve was to him even if he hates him now.

He’d do anything to fuck with him and his feelings.

But the way Billy looked down at him, Tommy realized he meant it. All of it.

And that broke something inside of him he didn’t know he had had before.

His love for Steve.

When he didn’t answer Billy, still too shocked from what he had heard, Billy slowly leaned down so they were face to face.

”I think it’s you who has to mind their own fucking business, Tommy.” He punched the other suddenly and it made Tommy fall on the ground roughly, eyes huge and jaw screaming from pain as he looked up at Billy.

”And stay the fuck away from Steve.”

Billy’s eyes were dark. So sharp they could probably kill and Tommy knew that look.

It was possessiveness.

Billy crunched down to Tommy’s level and gave his cheek a rough pat with a wide grin on his face as the other groaned in pain.

”See you around, Hagan.” He murmured and turned around to walk back inside the house, leaving Tommy to sit on the ground with blood in his mouth and nail marks on his palms.

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”No way you fucked him.”

Tommy felt his anger - no, jealousy, build up.

He wanted to beat the shit eating grin away from Hargrove’s stupidly handsome face. Make him feel like he does now, to turn it all around.

Make him be the one that fucked…. that fucked Steve.

Tommy took in a deep breath and bit his tongue to draw blood so he wouldn’t taste the bitterness of his feelings.

”’Course I did, he was practically begging for it as soon as I showed him my dick.” Billy answered smugly and took a long drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke onto Tommy’s face.

”Not that you’d know anything about him being like that, right, Hagan?”

Tommy wanted to. He wanted to know how Steve would be like. How he’d take his dick in him, how he’d look up at him with those big brown eyes and beg for more, beg for his name. Not Billy’s.

How he’d cum when Tommy would hit inside him just right. Make him not want anyone else but him. His cock.

He wanted it all.

But… Billy had gotten Steve before him. Had gotten to fuck him before him.

And it felt like all of the shit came crashing down as he took a final drag from his own cigarette and threw it to the ground before starting to walk away.

”No. I wouldn’t know.”

He didn’t miss the smirk the other sent his way.

Billy had won.

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Eddie, angry at Steve: You’re such an asshole!

Steve: Well you sure seem to love mine!

Eddie:

Steve:

Eddie:

Steve:

Eddie, giving up and coming to kiss Steve: Fuck you, man…

Steve, smirking: That’s the point, Eds.

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Billy, on the phone with Steve: I’m here, turn around

Steve, turns around: I don’t see you

Billy: No, the other way

Steve: I still don’t see you

Billy: Again, the other way

Steve: Still, Billy

Billy: Okay, do it one more time

Steve: OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?

Billy: Nah, I’m not there yet, but the thought of you aimlessly turning around in circles is fucking hilarious to me

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Steve walks into his house—HIS house, he would emphasize—to find his two favorite people wrestling on his couch.

For a second, the bottom drops out of his stomach. It's knee-jerk, even though he knows better. But they are very wrapped around each other, twisting and writhing, and it's pretty easy to get the wrong idea. Until he looks closer and realizes the wrestling is a lot more... violent, than sexy.

He watches, shocked into silence and stillness, as Eddie chomps down on Robin's upper arm. Robin screeches and yanks Eddie's hair. Steve feels un-easy in a different way now, like maybe this is devolving into an actual physical altercation instead of some friendly tussling. He winces when Robin gives Eddie a rather vicious purple nurple.

"FUCK, I give, I give," Eddie screams, limbs releasing her to curl protectively around himself.

Robin bounces up cackling, rumpled and sweaty. Her victory grin is vicious when she turns to Steve.

"Hear that Harrington? Your ass is mine tonight!"

Steve stares at her in fear. "What?"

"I get cuddle privileges tonight," she declares, still a little breathless. "And Eddie gets to sleep on the couch."

Behind her, Eddie looms before he jumps on her back, dragging her back down with a war cry. Steve watches them for a moment as the curse at each other for cheating, before going upstairs and locking himself in his room.

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[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you

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DO YALL SEE THIS?!?? I mean like do y’all r e a l l y see this? You can’t watch this and not think billy and Steve are just a lil’ gay.