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*sigh* I need a new sketchbook so I can start drawing again

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I love how much he loves them

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Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

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Steddie but they are flustered idiots who don't know how to talk about their feelings.

They hang out, y'know sometimes, because of Dustin and they do actually begrudgingly enjoy each other's company and the party has decided that is is beach day.

Eddie is fifty different shades of red while watching shirtless Steve play volleyball with max, Lucas, and El. He's on El's team and he's tan and have you seen those shoulders??

Meanwhile later in the day, Steve is trying to be subtle as he gawks watching Eddie tie his wet hair back. Not to mention, Steve hadn't ever seen Eddie's tattoos before, and they were currently on full display and- WHOO boy, was it hot?

By the time they have to leave the party is tuckered out in the backseat of Eddie's van, all of them asleep and sand in their joints.

Steve and Eddie are in the front seat, and Steve is trying not to laugh at how damn red Eddie was. He was lobster red, he was burnt, and Eddie was kind of glad that he was because now Steve wouldn't be able to see him blush.

"it's not my fault I don't tan." Eddie would protest, envious of the golden brown that Steve had turned, the skin he wanted to run his fingers over-

"I handed you the sunscreen how did this happen?" Steve chuckled, cocking a brow.

"I got... distracted."

"By what??"

"By how- how fucking dumb your trunks are get off my back." Eddie deflected, but he was smiling a bit.

"Hey!" Steve objected, gesturing at his shorts, that were pink and floral. "This is peak fashion!"

"They look like my grandma's couch."

"Fuck off Munson."

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Dreamy 🤤

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Stop this.

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this is actually legitness

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okay give me this, reverse it:

Unlike Eddie, Steve gets really snippy and withdrawn when he's depressed because no one (his parents) ever taught him how to healthily process complex emotions. it was just never demonstrated to him growing up.

He watched his mom abuse alcohol despite her assurances of the opposite when she got depressed, and his dad 'never got depressed' because that was a 'weak emotion'. but Steve does-- oh, Steve Harrington gets depressed.

No, a relationship can't fix what's wrong with him; what his parents broke, but Eddie can surely love him through it. Even when he makes it especially difficult.

Steve stomps around their shared apartment kitchen- though he'd deny it if Eddie accused him of such- slamming cupboards and drawers alike trying to make something to eat for dinner.

Nothing sounds good. Everything sounds like it'd be too much effort to make, but they're supposed to be budgeting for a new place, so they can't get takeout either.

Eddie saunters out of the shower smelling strongly of Irish Spring soap; hair long and dripping with a towel wrapped around his waist. The smell of him soothes Steve for a second, before becoming frustrated with himself all over again. His boyfriend worked hard all day- worked hard for them to have the future they deserve- and all Steve had done was rot in his bed; willing himself to get up and do something before ultimately deciding it wasn't worth it.

Eddie senses it immediately: "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing." Steve mutters, so unconvincingly that it's kind of pathetic.

"You're a bad liar," Eddie wraps his sturdy, still damp arms around Steve who's now aimlessly chopping a singular onion that he found in their crisper. What's he going to do with it? He doesn't know yet. "Why're you sad, Stevie?"

Steve's hands tremble around the handle of the kitchen knife he's holding incorrectly, "Not sad."

Eddie frowns, doesn't push it further. "Here, let me--" He offers, trying for the knife in Steve's hand.

"I got it." Steve pulls his hand away, huffing.

"Babe, just let me help-"

"I said I got it, Eddie!" Steve drops the utensil and spins, pushes Eddie off of him with more force than he intends to.

Eddie stares, wide-eyed. Not scared, he could never be scared of his boy. But startled.

Steve realizes immediately, as if suddenly snapped out of his overstimulated trance. "Oh, God-- Teddy, I'm sorry. I'm--" He scrubs his hands roughly down his face, can feel the telltale sting of tears threatening in the corners of his eyes.

Eddie overcomes his initial shock quickly at the sight of Steve in distress, "Okay-- that's okay," he rushes forward, tucking Steve into the crook of his neck, "You're alright. You're okay." Eddie shushes him.

What had originally been just the threat of tears had quickly turned into a torrential downpour, tears streaming down Steve's cheeks in droves. "I didn't--" hiccup "mean to-to" hiccup "push you--" hiccup.

"I know you didn't. I know, baby." Eddie pets the back of Steve's hair, sways them back and forth while the embrace the way he knows soothes Steve. "Let's go sit down for a minute, yeah?"

Steve lets himself be led to their shitty thrift store sofa before Eddie pulls him into his lap. He doesn't interrogate Steve just yet, only lets him catch his breath and waits for his tears to dry.

But surprisingly, Steve's doesn't need much prying. Breath still occasionally hiccupping, he tells Eddie from his spot safe against his chest, "I was just- just trying to do something nice for you. Cause' you do so much for m-me,"

"But I just cou-couldn't get myself out of bed all day," his breath catches, "I can't do anything." He explains, exasperated at his own executive dysfunction.

"You do things for me all the time, sweetheart." Eddie reassures.

Steve sits up abruptly, as if struck with a sudden epiphany. He wipes furiously at his eyes, "I just need to get over it, I'm--"

"Ah-" Eddie tuts sternly, pulling Steve's hands away from his face by his wrists, "None of that weird 'boys don't cry' bullshit."

"But--"

"Ah!" He puts a finger to Steve lips as if to physically keep his next words inside his mouth, "Your dad is an emotionally stunted loser. Whatever he's told you is officially null and void. I forbid it in this house." He says with mock regality.

"Ed--" Steve's lips pull up in the smallest pinch of a smile.

"I FORBADE IT!" Eddie announces with flourish which does make Steve really laugh, albeit wetly.

Eddie looks at him with a fondness that Steve's never had the privilege of experiencing until he met the metalhead-turned-super-softy. "There's my boy." He speaks softly, caressing the side of Steve's cheek. "Let's just get takeout, yeah?"

"But you said--" Steve protests.

But Eddie's already making his way for the landline in the kitchen, "Doooooon't caaaaaaare."

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steddie where they’re just friends until eddie invites steve to one of his extremely underground band’s performances at a local bar, half expecting him to not show up because no one ever does.

both of them falling in love with each other at the same time because steve has never seen anything more attractive than eddie so invested in his art and having such a beautiful voice and because eddie has never seen anything more attractive than steve coming in on a friday night when he would usually be throwing parties.

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Thinking about writing a fic where Steve contracts HIV and then subsequently scares himself out of ever confessing his feelings to Eddie. Because of the propaganda surrounding HIV, Steve worries that if he so much as has a paper cut on his finger and accidentally smears some on Eddie's skin, that he'll cause Eddie to catch it, too. And also he tells the kids' parents that he contracted HIV, but the fear surrounding HIV/AIDS is so deep that multiple of the kids' parents tell him to not hang around their kids.

Like Karen and Ted completely ban their kids from going over to Steve's, Charles and Sue are a lot wary, and Hopper just gives Steve a very firm warning to be careful around El because her immune system is terrible. But it still sucks because now Steve can't see a good chunk of the kids anymore—including Nancy—and he's also just so scared of fucking up that he withdraws himself voluntarily.

But I think his parents would be there for him. Like, yeah, I think his dad may be a little bit...cold and at first outraged. Though, I think they'd come around because: 1. there's a treatment plan that Steve's on now, 2. this is their baby and their baby is sick and they don't want him to get worse when they aren't looking.

Of course, Robin is there for Steve. She understand the fear and the worry, she has to talk him out of believing the propaganda surrounding this disease. She hugs him, tackles him, cuddles him, sits next to him.

And I think Eddie would come to find out because of bigotry he's overhearing being repeated from the kids' parents, plus them being so cagey around Steve is weird. Or, y'know, Steve would eventually tell him because he snaps when Eddie argues with him—whole explosive argument because suddenly Steve is pulling away and not being as physically close and so on and so forth. Eddie would just hold Steve for a really long while.

I don't know how this resolves, if I'm being honest.

One thing I know for sure is that Steve wouldn't tell Eddie about his feelings, not for a very long time. He'd just let Eddie get away, over and over and over again. Even if the feelings are on the tip of his tongue. He just swallows them back down. Over and over and over again. But they come around to it later, way down in their lives. They take care of each other. They love each other.

Anyway. It'd utilize real stories I've heard and interactions I've had with my uncle growing up; may he rest in peace. I just want the world to know that he was fully capable of still being loved and that he never had to be afraid. Sorry, I miss him.

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Original post date: October 19 2022

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OKay we all know Steve is a massive freaking cheeseball by the way he was walking up to Nancy's house with flowers to apologize when he got HIS feelings hurt-

But y'know who's a bigger cheeseball.

Eddie, drug dealer dm metalhead, Munson.

Steve is not used to being treated nicely, because y'know, he's a big tough strong man, definitely, and then Eddie comes and just flips his whole world around.

Eddie shows up with personalized mixtapes, and flowers, and poetry, and he always remembers the tiniest details, and he's doing all of it with the goofiest happy grin on his face.

But Steves favorite thing that Eddie ever did, wasn't even planned.

Wayne had a night shift, they were having a lazy night in at the trailer, and one of the neighbors, started playing a really lovey dovey song, pretty loudly.

Eddie got right up, and forced Steve to slow dance with him, even though Eddie, is a shitty dancer. Steve just snorted when Eddie tripped backwards over the coffee table and Eddie couldn't help but join him in laughing

They're both smitten.

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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

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Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.

I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻