#poor stevie

[nostalgicsneeze]

In honor of your username (which I'd love to know the story behind) what about some sick Steve? Maybe with Eddie taking care of him?

and my username~I just made it up randomly one day haha! I always used the name “Sneeze” when I play videogames where you can change the name of ur character so it just stuck. And one day I was trying to think of a username using the word sneeze and landed on nostalgicsneeze gehheheh. A sneeze that is so powerful it evokes NOSTALGIA 🤧🪄✨😱🔮

[themistymountainscold]

billy: hey pretty boy, truth or dare?

steve: truth

billy: how many hours have you slept this week?

steve:

steve: ...dare

billy: go to bed.

steve: i don’t like this game.

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 12/15/23

Title: mismatched candles

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson

Additional Tags: Birthday, Child Neglect, Character Study, (??? kind of???), Mild Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Fluff, Sweet, POV Alternating, POV Steve Harrington, POV Eddie Munson, POV Wayne Munson

Summary: Steve is wearing Eddie’s clothes, and his hair is so messy he barely looks like a Harrington at all. But when Wayne looks at him, he can see his parents. Catherine’s eyes and nose. Richard’s mouth. Catherine’s hair. But then Steve freezes, eyes finding the cake as Wayne finishes with the candles, and they widen, shining as he stares at the flickering flames and white frosting and colorful sprinkles, and his parents are nowhere to be found.

———

Happy belated birthday to me! And to Steve! In this fic, at least.

The first bit is really front-loaded with misery. Steve’s parents suuuuuuck. This is not an uncommon trope to find in Steddie fics, but I appreciate any attempt to make their terribleness more interesting. In this, they’re mainly just kind of neglectful and oblivious. Which can result in its own kind of unique pain. And of course, Steve is precious as he always is.

The Munsons are my favorite part of this. Eddie being his usual self, helpful and understanding, taking Steve in when he needs it, even though at that point they’re not together. Maybe not even really friends. But he can’t not help a lost soul in need. Whether they need to vent, or some of his wares. And Wayne. Wayne Wayne Wayne. Truly a saint among men. Wayne might consistently be the best part of any fic he’s involved in, lol. I’m so glad the fandom has not only latched onto this minor character who was only in, what, three scenes? Four? Maybe? Latched on, and collectively decided that he is the Actual Fucking Best. And he’s especially sweet in this.

Everything about this - Steve’s shitty birthday party, his introspection and pain, his venting to Eddie - it all builds to the scene with the cake. No spoilers, but man. My heart. It hurts so good. It’s lovely and beautiful and everything Steve deserves. And you just know that, from this moment on, he’ll never have to feel so low on his birthday ever again. Not while Eddie and Wayne are around.

Don’t forget the tissues!

———

Next Week: Ordinarily I don’t like to have fics with the same pairing so close together, and I just recommended a Cherik fic last week, but… this is one of my favorite Christmas fics ever. Of all time. It makes me laugh to the point of tears, lol. It’s the perfect reason for the season. Holiday lights sure can be serious business sometimes!

Until we meet again!

[afewproblems]

childhood friends steddie for wip weekend? 💕

Thank you!! Oh my goodness, I was hoping this AU would get some love because the Steve and the Demogorgon AU is INTIMIDATING haha!

Steve tries to sit up but the movement pulls at the cannula around his face and the IV in his arm. He hisses at the tug of the needle and flops back down against the flat pillow behind his head. The heart rate monitor ticks up slightly at the movement, seemingly calling out to the nurses at the station outside. As if on cue, a nurse steps into the room, followed by his mother.  Diane Harrington always looked put together. Pearls, heels, never a hair out of place. Today however, Diane's pale wane face stares at Steve in stony silence. No makeup, her hair sits flat against her head. A fine tremor runs over her clenched hands but she smooths down the front of her shirt to hide it.

WIP Weekend - Make me Write!

[whumpybucky]

I haven't been able to stop thinking about this scenario and I finally found the time to write it out. It's some sort of Silver Fox AU (always inspired by the incredible @softersteve obviously) and poor Steve just needs all the cuddles.

1k of sick silver fox Steve and protective Bucky under the cut.

All sick hurt/comfort, no plot. Enjoy!

A rough groan left Steve’s lips as he closed the snooze on his alarm for the upteenth time. The afternoon nap had done nothing to evict the ache that had taken up residence in his sinuses since last night. That familiar pain along his cheek bones spreading to behind his eyes. The one that meant he was on his way to a sinus infection. Maybe even an ear infection if the full underwater feeling was any indication. 

The serum had started to slow on his recovery time a few years back. Bucky’s too. After running them both through the gamut of tests, the head doctor of SHIELD’s medical team had joked that they were getting old. Bucky hadn’t found it funny.

Steve smiled at that memory, then blinked his eyes a few times trying clear away the puffy stiff feeling. In one, albeit slow, movement he shifted his legs off of the couch to sit up. The change in position moved the congestion in his head and a string of three rapid but strong sneezes overtook him before he had time to prepare. 

“Huh'ESHooo! HhTSCH! ETCHieeew! Ughhhh… snnfff!” 

Steve grabbed a handful of tissues from the coffee table and attempted to blow his nose as gently as possible, but it was no use. The congestion was stuck in his head like wet cotton and he was left dizzy, ears buzzing.

There would be no hiding this from Bucky, that’s for sure. 

When his husband had left earlier that week for recruit training, the beginnings of the cold had just settled in. Bucky had been so distraught about leaving him, despite Steve’s assurance that he would be fine.

“I just hate leaving you right as you’re getting sick,” Bucky had said sweetly as he hugged Steve goodbye. 

“Buck, I’ll be okay. You’re only gone four days—”

“Four and a half,” he had corrected with a worried tone.

“Four and half,” Steve repeated with a smile. “It’s just a cold—”

“A bad one that knocked me on my ass for three days. That’s with the serum.”

Steve saw the concern painted across his husband’s face, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. The same look from all those decades ago. It still made Steve melt.

“Buck, sweetheart… snfff! I promise I’ll go to med if there’s even a hint of a fever.”

“You better,” he had asserted, along with his best ‘I'm not kidding’ look before pressing a soft kiss into his forehead. His lips lingered ever so slightly, which had made Steve chuckle.

“I don’t have a fever.”

Bucky had sighed at being caught in the act. 

“I just worry about you,” he had admitted, barely above a whisper as he lowered his chin to rest their foreheads together, running his calloused hand through Steve’s sandy silver waves.

“I know you do, sweetheart. And I love you for it. You know I’ll send you status updates. Now go, or you'll miss your flight.”

Four and a half days came and went. Bucky would be home in an hour and Steve was… well, he was pretty sure he was running a fever now. He felt like he constantly had to clear his throat and it ached whenever he swallowed. His head felt like it was full of concrete. And the pressure, the pressure made him want to sink back into the couch and keep his eyes closed for the foreseeable future. 

Clearly Steve had cursed himself when he had assured Bucky he was feeling better the night before. He really thought he was. He had even promised him there would be vegetable barley stew for his return. He knew Bucky loved something comforting after a stint away.

Sighing at the combined thought of having to muster the energy to prepare dinner and disappointing his husband at his not improved state, the retired captain forced himself up off the couch and into their bathroom to take a hot shower. Maybe the steam would help loosen things up a bit. 

Thirty minutes later Steve barely made it back to the couch. The steam had made little difference. Only enough to send his sinuses buzzing, sparking another string of painful sneezes. The congestion was definitely in his ears and it made him feel like he was on a boat, so much so that he had to hold onto walls and furniture as he walked back into the living room. Plus the loss of heat from the shower had him shivering since he got out, unable to regain the same warmth. 

Steve decided he would sit for five minutes. Just to get warm again. 

As he finished pulling the fuzzy blanket Bucky had bought him for his last birthday across his lap, Steve heard the deadbolt turn. The stew would have to wait.

*****

“Stevie? I’m back, baby,” Bucky called out to his husband as he toed off his shoes and hung his jacket on one of the hooks in the hall. 

“In here, Buck.” The rough weakness of Steve’s voice, followed by a dry cough, made Bucky cringe.

“Steven,” Bucky chastised as soon as he had lowered himself onto the couch. Steve’s eyes fluttered open, offering a glassy blue look of apology—which Bucky accepted, noting the fevered flush across his cheeks and the puffiness around his forehead and cheekbones. 

“I’m sorry, Buck, but dinner isn’t made, SNFF!—” he paused to cough, then cleared his throat, “I was getting better, I swear… SNfff!”

Bucky huffed, but not out of anger, “fuck, you know I don’t care about dinner, I just care about how you’re feeling now.”

Bucky cupped Steve’s cheek, his lips pouting slightly at the heat radiating from his husband’s skin. Steve sighed into his palm, likely reveling in the cooling contrast of the touch. 

“I th–snnfff–I think I need to go to med,” Steve admitted, then suddenly turned away from Bucky’s hand and into his elbow, clearly about to sneeze. He hitched softly, coaxing out the strong soft triple.

“Huh… huh… hurrESHHUUU! het’STCH…huh’HSSHhhu!” 

“I think so too. Bless you, three times,” Bucky offered along with several tissues.

Steve accepted them with a grateful nod, snuffling into the bunch before all but collapsing into Bucky’s chest.

“Poor Stevie,” Bucky whispered more to himself.

Then he wrapped his arms around his husband, leaning them both back into the couch. Then one hand rubbed soft circles on Steve’s back while the other carded fingers through his fever damp hair. 

“Maybe in a little bit though?” Steve mumbled the delayed response into Bucky’s chest, followed by a weak cough. “Just got you back. Missed you.”

“Of course. Missed you too. So much.” 

Bucky’s chest ached for Steve. For not being there when he needed. But as much as Bucky wanted to run his husband down to med right away, he couldn’t say no to holding him a bit longer. He was home. He could take care of him now. 

[kissingmyeyez]

Concept Tony and Bucky go on instagram live and perform a duet of 7 things by Miley Cyrus and dedicate it to Steve! Everyone and their mom tags him in it, he keeps getting notification after notification until he throws his phone against the wall and cracks it!

[turtle-steverogers]

Stop with all th Steve feels I’m crying I’m begging I cannot take it

i’m sorry but if i have to feel these things y’all do too😭🫶🏻

[taylorsmidnights14]

Behind every angry evil person is an angrier, more evil person

@taylorswift @taylornation

[slavicviking]

Yellow

@steddiemicrofic December prompt: pine | wc: 508 | G | cw: none | tags: misunderstandings, pre-Steddie

“Looking good, Nance. Did you do something with your hair?” Nancy did not. She knew for a fact her curls looked worse for wear thanks to the raging wind outside. Steve knew that, too – had to, with his in-depth knowledge of maintaining hair, curls or not. Eddie stiffens next to her. “I’m here to return this,” Nancy pulls out a Breakfast Club tape from her bag with a forced smile. “Great movie choice,” Steve trudges on with otherwise admirable perseverance. The ugly green Family Video creases inelegantly as he leans forward. “I think it sucks,” Eddie jumps in. He grins but Nancy knows him well enough to tell how tense he really is. And isn’t that a wild thought in itself? Nancy would never expect to get along so well with Eddie Munson and yet here he was, dare she say it - her best friend at the moment. Steve lets out a nervous laugh, red dotting his cheeks as his hand ventures out to rub his neck. Robin’s bright eyes keep darting back and forth between two boys, an unreadable look on her face. “This is getting ridiculous,” Nancy says once she slips into the driver seat of her car. Eddie joins her on the other side, uncharacteristically quiet. Her eyebrows drop lower. “He’ll get over it soon. You’ll see.” “I don’t know, Wheeler. He seems pretty dedicated.” The thing is, Nancy’s observant. She pays attention to her close circle of friends, and that includes Steve. Something about this isn’t adding up – the compliments, the showering with attention. And it’s not only because she’s usually left with a morose Eddie, unfairly pining away, in the aftermath. It’s been going on for weeks now. Something’s got to give, eventually, she’s sure. It does, a week later, when Steve Harrington knocks on the Wheelers’ front door in the middle of the day, clad in an ironed shirt and beige khakis. “Here,” he hands her a bouquet of yellow roses. “They’re for you.” She makes a point of not taking them. They hang awkwardly between them until Steve drops his hand with a grimace. “We’re not getting back together,” Nancy tells him bluntly. Steve’s a good guy, he is, but he can be a bit obtuse sometimes. To her surprise, Steve doesn’t deter her. Instead, he blinks. “What?” “It’s sweet that you’re trying,” she tries. “But we wouldn’t work out. We just wouldn’t.” He blinks again. “I don’t-uh. This is awkward.” Understatement if she’s ever seen one. “I don’t want to date you, Nancy,” Steve finally says. He winces before adding. “No offense.” “Then what’s with this?” she points to the flowers. “The compliments? All of it?” He sighs. “I know we didn’t really end on good terms. And your opinion matters to him- I mean, he's just so-” “Him?” Nancy questions before realization dawns on her. “Eddie?” “Wait, does he think I – shit!” Steve’s eyes grow wide as he shoves the flowers into Nancy’s chest and backs out towards the car. “Shit! Sorry, Nance. Gotta go!”

Yellow Roses are the symbol of friendship <3

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

mtf omega stevie where everyone's like why bother transitioning you've already got the vagina and the uterus and everything. but stevies like listen. it's the principle of the thing. also sue me for wanting big naturals

meanwhile alpha eddie's losing his mind bc estrogen makes stevie smell so much sweeter, like honey and caramel, and he's trying not to be a total knothead about it but the 'big naturals' are. ho boy. they're there alright. and stevie already had 'childbearing hips' according to her mother, but the fat redistribution has basically turned her into some kind of fertility goddess, and eddie is so ready to get started on those six nuggets

[themistymountainscold]

steve, to the party: okay guys, you’re sad. i can tell because you have the same look on your faces as my teachers did whenever i raised my hand in class

[jula483]

rhett and link + stevie as paramore!!!!!

(x)

[italiansteebie]

Sometimes, Steve needs to hurt.

And before, when this would happen, he'd hurt those around him. He'd lash out, call them names, until they'd crack, and so would their fists on his body.

You'd think for a person who's lived through so much pain, that he would need peace, for once in his life.

But sometimes peace is too quiet, and he gets this itch under his skin, and he has to feel something. He needs the pain. Pain keeps him going, pain reminds him that he is useful because if he takes all the hits, the people he loves won't have to.

Right?

Until he can't keep up, and the pain he tries to keep for himself, leaks over onto the pages, the pages that he was supposed to keep clean. Keep safe from rips, tears, and spills, and he's failed.

And for a while, that pain keeps him at bay.

The reminder of failure on the faces of his friends twist the knife deeper into his heart, and he can feel again. Until, they've healed. And they can walk again, and suddenly, the pain ins't there anymore, just an empty promise he failed to keep.

So he bottles it up, letting the emotions build, because at least that way, he can feel something, and if he feels it, then it's real, right? It's real, and they still need him, and he can keep taking the hits for them because that is what he's good for.

And when he can't let his pain leak out onto the pages of others, he'd much rather contain it within himself.

So when a nearly healed Eddie Munson crawls through his window one night, exposed to the pain Steve had let engulf him, he's shocked. Because Steve Harrington of all people, should not be curled up in a big, empty bed, in a desolate room making soft whimpering cries like he's trying to hold himself together. "Steve?" He calls softly, watching as the shaking figure under the covers slowly comes to a stop. "E-Eddie?" In the darkness, Eddie can see him sit up, wiping the tears away, and putting on that oh so clever mask. "Eddie? What's wrong? Why are you here?"

"Well, I- I had a nightmare, but Stevie. Are you okay?"

And there's a tenderness in his voice that Steve hadn't heard since Nona Gloria had passed, and the walls come crashing down. "No." He whispers, allowing the darkness to be his shield. If Eddie can't see him, then it's not the vulnerable, right? But under the cover of darkness, Eddie slips his way under the covers, grabbing for Steve's hand. He shifts until he's facing Steve, watching as the words form on his lips. "If it's all over. Where-" Steve's breath gets caught in his throat, and he swallows. "If it's all over, what does that make me? Am I still... Needed?" And Eddie watches the tears build and eventually fall down Steve's face. "Oh, Stevie." Eddie soothes, reaching, pulling Steve into his warmth, even under the covers, the man is so cold.

And the quiet whimpers soon turn into sobs, and he cries. He wails for the loss of the life he could have had, and for the life he wants but can't have, and for once in his life, the emptiness feels a little better than pain.

"Thank you, Eddie," He whispers into the darkness, taking the hand that was still grasping his own, and pressing a soft kiss into it, allowing the darkness to let him be brave. "Always, Steve. Always," Eddie breaths back, pressing a kiss into Steve's t-shirt clad shoulder, returning the will to be brave.

[vyncentevelyn]

Steve has a crush on Eddie. He knows this.

Feels it every time the older boy invades his personal space or laughs or twirls a curl on his finger or when he goes on passionate tangents about anything…

But he cannot get a read on Eddie. Can’t determine if he has feelings for him or if Eddie is just naturally a flirt. Because Eddie does flirt. Makes naughty comments and touches Steve endlessly. But he also does the same thing with Robin and Argyle and Gareth and Jonathan…

There are too many mixed signals…and so Steve tells himself to ease up on the crush. To just be friends…

But it’s like Steve can’t stop his crush from growing. Everything Eddie does makes the crush dig itself deeper into Steve. But it’s just a crush. So…

But one day while they are hanging out in Eddie’s room something happens.

Eddie smirks at him and says, “I had a dream about you last night.”

And the butterflies which woke in Steve’s stomach at Eddie’s smirk do somersaults at the idea of Eddie dreaming of him. “Oh really? What was it about?”

And Steve is looking up at Eddie through his lashes, runs a hand through the front of his hair, and gives him an absolutely *royal* smile.

Eddie blinks. He twirls a strand of hair around his index finger and Steve thinks his blood is going to boil from anticipation, because this is it, his dumbass is finally going to admit he has feelings for him.

Nothing could prepare Steve for what Eddie says next.

He drops his hair and readjusts himself on the bed to turn and fully look at Steve, he gestures with his hands and says, “So it was like I knew something crazy was going on in my dream world, but I wasn’t really privy to it. But I found you in this like sewer. And -” he pauses leans in real close to Steve, “it was insane, Dustin was growing from your stomach. AND you had a robotic eye.”

Steve stares at the goofy grin and the excited eyes looking back at him, “Is that all that happened?”

Eddie shrugs, “More or less, sometimes I have a hard time remembering dreams. It’s like I’ll know I had a dream some mornings but can’t remember shit. Or I remember only the strange details. Or it can be like I just watched a life changing movie and it will haunt me the rest of my life and alter everything I do. But those kinds of dreams are very rare.”

“Huh.” Steve smiles.

Eddie goes into a tangent then about his dreams. Telling Steve about some of his movie like dreams…

Later that night he recounts the dream to Robin. He sighs and puts his face in his hands, “And all it really did was make me realize that I…I love him...”

Robin is silent for so long that Steve forces himself to pull his face out of his hands and stare at her.

She has a perplexed expression on her face as if she is trying to translate something from Russian.

She shakes her head and then says flatly, “Unless you were like birthing Dustin, there is no way that he would be the one conjoined with you. That would be me. Your twin flame. Your other half. Doesn’t that dingus know anything?”

“I just told you I am in love with Eddie Munson, and you are more concerned about why you are not the one growing from my stomach in his dream?” Steve asks.

“Well yeah. I already know you love him.” She tilts her head, her expression soft. Then she straightens up, “You didn’t know?!”

“NO!” Steve gestures wildly, “I thought it was just like a crush.”

“Oh babe…” Robin gasps through her laughter, “You realized you were…in love with him…because he told you he had a dream…where Dustin was growing…from your stomach…”

“Yes…I did…”

[ridestomars]

MAKING OUT IN STEVE’S CAR IS NOT A WANT BUT A NEED

you’re so right, anon!!! actually i can only think about him in his little scoops ahoy uniform telling you to meet him at the parking lot, behind the mall. and so you do, and it’s probably the best decision you’ve made so far.

since we are talking about steve, he will absolutely put on his “babe’s mixtape” (that’s what he calls it) full of love songs that are perfect for making out. he actually created it after all the times you were forced to listen to the news or some lame ass guy complaining about “what happened to rock music?”. so trust me when i tell you that you will be fogging up the window’s of his car while sade’s the sweetest taboo plays in the background, perfectly setting the tone for your well-deserved make out session.

most of the times you didn’t plan on spending almost an entire afternoon sitting on steve’s lap, kissing him like your life depended on it. but when you two are in his car, by yourselves, it is virtually certain that you will end up with your back touching the steering wheel while he eagerly kisses up and down your neck, leaving it shiny with his saliva and slightly bruised from his teeth grazing against your sensitive skin. not that you minded, obviously, but it was slight upsetting when he would hit that one sweet spot on your neck and you’d accidentally press the car horn — that would usually end up with you staring at each other, completely petrified, just to burst out laughing the next second, going back to kissing tenderly.

make out sessions with steve are certainly the experience of a lifetime, and i’m not even kidding. sometimes, he would tell you “this has to be quick, princess, i really have to get back to work” and then just proceeds to kiss you for almost two hours straight. it’s almost like you are in a place where time doesn’t exist and where everything is just about both of you: his hands gripping your waist tightly, sucking your bottom lip almost sinfully and the warm moans that leave his mouth whenever your hands tug his hair. and the best thing about this is that steve always finds a new way to please you, being it by massaging a different part of your body or discovering that you are very sensitive around your ears. and is just so nice to feel him smile against your skin while asking “you like this?”, and when you say yes, he just does it even more passionately, only feeling satisfied once you give him the most lustful moan your throat can muster.

“okay, now i really have to go”, he says, slapping your ass lightly, as a way of telling you to move out of his lap, which you do, feeling heartbroken. “i promise i’ll make it up to you later, ‘kay, baby?” steve guarantees you, while getting out of the car.

you can hear him murmur a faint “fuck”, glancing down. and when you look at his uniform shorts you can see exactly why he sounded so frustrated. poor stevie.

steve masterlist | main masterlist | navigation 𖤐 hey! wanna talk? leave me a message after the beep ─ currently accepting requests for concepts & moodboards for eddie munson and steve harrington.

[stevesbipanic]

Loop Number 234

Some loops Steve just wasted. This was one of them.

"What if Eddie hides at my house?"

He'd already tried it, the cracks still open, Robin dies, demodogs kill Eddie in Steve's kitchen.

"Sure, Stevie, take me away to your castle."

He gets three days with him though.

Three days to waste learning about Eddie, Steve doesn't see that as a waste at all.

Eddie is a greater mystery to Steve than his time looping. So many questions to answer. What does Eddie's laugh sound like? What's his favourite band? How does he like his coffee? Why does he warm up to Steve so easily? What would it be like to kiss him?

Steve only gets to know some of the answers. He hopes one day he'll know them all.

He closes his eyes when the kitchen window breaks, plugs his ears so he can't hear the screams and waits for the alarm to wake him up again. Maybe he'll waste a few more loops.