#respect Eddie Munson

[dirtydom2309]

You sickened me I’m sickened❤️✨

So um I really don’t be on here… like at all but today I decided to blow the dust off my account lol just to repost something that I had originally post on ao3 ofc it’s not on there anymore sooo just going to post this on here it’s just basically me talking about somethings that is going on in Stranger Things Fandom? now it is about Eddie Munson if somehow you haven’t same volume one or two of season four there’s no spoilers so you’re good it just got to deal with people writing honestly fucking weirdo dark fanfics about him and Dustin…. I know I know somebody gonna say I am a dumb bitch for posting this on here bc I do know some people consider Tumblr to be the home of dark fuck up Fanfiction but here I am lol if you don’t want to hear what I got to say you can leave no problem you can fuck off I’m not going to lose any sleep lol well anyway for the ones that stay here is the post…)

7/17/2022

You sickened me I’m sickened:

Hi hello there thank you for clicking on my "fanfic"🌚 sooo I’m just making this to have myself a little discussion… so um wtf is up with the Dustin/Eddie sick/dark/idk fuck up fanfic, hell didn’t know Dustin/Eddie was a thing until like maybe 6… 8 days ago? I always thought to myself like "self you ever thought how fuck up people can be?" "Actually i do self… thought how Fuck up some people can be all the motherfucking time".)

(And yes I am seeing people trying to do the same thing with Steve as well but there’s just way more dark Eddie content I might come back and step on bitches necks about that next time)

Now I know someone is going to be petty and might look through my shit and bring up one of my fanfiction’s go ahead bitch I’m always going to STAND in my shit whenever I said I meant what I said and I will say it again, but hell it always gets me when it comes to these fuck up dark fan fictions when its over fantasy of rape "culture" people being perverts and doing nonconsent shit, raping children etc. and seeing people praise over that shit, once again maybe it just bothers me on a personal level where I can understand? It’s just really funny to me that people can sit here and write this shit bag worthy fanfics but sometimes irl the "same" people attitudes want to switch up with the same situation that they are writing about let’s say a grown ass man in the real world rape a kid then it’s "Oh my god he’s sick… put him away, he’s going to hell for what he did…" (or she… Woman can be Fuck up dick sucking perverts to)

It is a PC world we’re living in now a woman can do what a man can do humans are humans right? 🤔

But like it’s cool when it’s on black-and-white tho when you’re just writing it tho "it’s fake I don’t really mean it, I don’t condone this just doing it for fun~" but once again if this shit happen in real life "RAW RAW you rape little Cindy you groom her you deserve to be behind bars” or The true blue psychopaths believe what they put on paper believe it’s OK for people to ACTUALLY rape people, to ACTUALLY molest kids… like do you need a therapist? I’m a broke ass teenage but I will happily sell a Oregon if you need one because "y’all" people need help.)🥸

Anyway I truly believe deep down in my fucking heart Eddie Munson would never do something like that… let alone to Dustin… even if we didn’t know Eddie that long I feel like it wouldn’t be in his fucking nature to do some heinous humane fuck up shit like this he had Love Dustin like fuck your mom in the ass sake the fuck is wrong with "everyone" can we just please put some respect on Eddie’s name… got no fucking issues with the Dustin/Eddie ship… would like it even more if we age up Dustin character a little once in a while. like not even trying to be dramatic but it honestly fucking disturbs me when half of the fics are dark tho.)

Like who the fuck woke up one day and was like I’m going to make Eddie Munson a fucking kiddy raper because that sounds fun as fuck… like wtf?.)

And please save you’re well you didn’t have to "read it" 👁👄👁 well Curiosity kill the goddam cat bitch… hell You didn’t have to read my shit but here the fuck we are…🧍🏽‍♀️

Honestly just think it suck ass that there’s stuff out there like this about Eddie… Think that people can do better on the behalf of Eddie… of Joseph but I guess to hell with them huh?.)

Yeah trying to keep it short not trying to make a goddamn novel about this… probably not going to change anything lol like The little voice in the back of my head keep on telling me you know that those little Stinkin bitches ain’t gonna stop with What I like to call (the dark nobody ask for Eddie the kiddy Raper plague, pretty long huh? oh oh or it can be TDNAFEKRP?)…. Shit still long.)

Well piss on your father balls idk if I’m going to like make a actual fan fiction out of this? Got too much shit on my plate can’t finish the ones that I have lol maybe I will help out to add some more Wholesome less Ludacris Eddie Munson content on ao3🫡 and I’m not going to be a bitch ass and limited comments you got something to say well fucking say it.)

i’m out this bitch peace.) ✌🏽

[artiststarme]

One day the kids wake up and they can’t find Steve. They search his house, the school track, the basketball courts, anywhere they can think of where they might find him and he’s nowhere to be found. When they go to Robin’s house, she’s missing too. Her parents haven’t seen her since she disgraced their family by proclaiming herself to be a lesbian.

Even Eddie hasn’t seen either of them and that’s particularly worrying since the three of them are always together.

Both Steve and Robin come back two weeks later with sunburns and matching tattoos on their wrists. They had been at one of the Harrington vacation homes in Florida getting drunk, checking out girls, and getting tattoos. It’s also when Steve realized he was interested in Eddie and plants a smooch on him as soon as he gets back to see Eddie checking out his ass.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posting this TikTok: Uh, excuse me? Why are some of y’all saying I don’t know Erica Sinclair? That I don’t know Lady Applejack?? I know her!

Eddie: Because-

Eddie: *aggressively holds up picture of the Scoops Troop eating ice cream together a week after Starcourt to the camera*

Eddie: I-

Eddie: *holds up picture of Steve giving Erica a piggyback ride so her shoes didn’t get wet*

Eddie: Married-

Eddie: *holds up picture of Sue Sinclair showing Steve how she braids Erica’s hair*

Eddie: Her-

Eddie: *shows picture of Charles Sinclair, Lucas, and Steve moving Erica’s stuff into her dorm room. Erica and Eddie are in the background with no intention of helping out*

Eddie: Dad!

Eddie: *shows picture of Steve and Erica on the campaign trail. Steve’s got a shirt that says ‘you can’t spell America without Erica. Eddie’s photobombing in the background to give them both bunny ears.*

Eddie: Also, we played D&D together *shows picture of a Hellfire campaign*

[darkavcngers]

STEVE OFFERING HIS HAND TO EDDIE AND THEN BEING DISAPPOINTED WHEN HE DOESNT TAKE IT STEVE HARRINGTON I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

based on this

steve's pov | dragon's pov

Steve had found Dragon hiding in a bush when she’d been a teeny, tiny kitten with mangy black fur and green eyes that took up basically her whole face.

She’d been so sickly, in fact, that the vet had warned Steve she might not make it. Steve had refused to give up on the kitten, though, nursing her back to health as best as he possibly could. Now, she’s an enormous, regal-looking cat that has a meow closer to a roar, a purr that makes her sound like a motorcycle engine, and breath so terrible it should be legally qualified as a hazardous gas. That is, admittedly, where Dragon had gotten her name. Steve had found her just after the events of ’84, and when Dustin came over to bug him for a ride to the arcade, he’d been all but obsessed with the poor cat.

“D’you have a name for her yet?” Dustin had asked, eyes wide with wonder as the kitten had scrambled up Steve’s pant leg and climbed up to perch on his shoulder, shaking and terrified at the stranger in their home.

“Nah. Figured I’d just call her, like, Midnight or something,” Steve had said with a shrug, to which Dustin had taken great offense.

Upon smelling the stench that had come from the kitten’s hiss, Dustin had declared her a fearsome creature with a breath weapon, whatever that means—a Dragon. So Steve’s got a cat that is incredibly clingy and a little stinky, but only when she opens her mouth.

And his cat is ruining his dating life.

The thing about Dragon is that she doesn’t like most people. She tolerates Robin, even when she’s sitting next to Steve, but other than that, she hates it when people get close to Steve. Dragon’s the most territorial cat Steve has ever met, and Steve can hardly go anywhere in the house without Dragon at his feet or on his shoulders. And balancing a cat as large as Dragon on his shoulders is not an easy feat. Dragon screams if Steve closes her out of a room he’s in and sleeps directly atop Steve’s chest. That cat is the clingiest creature on the planet, and Steve would die for her.

But Dragon despises people. She hisses at the girls Steve brings home, yowls when the door to Steve’s bedroom is closed, and swats at anyone that tries to so much as touch him when he’s on the couch. It’s absolutely destroying Steve’s chances at bringing girls home, and while most of his dates are content to bring him back to theirs, Steve’s getting a little tired of being kicked out of bed. At least when he’s at home, he can mope right away when girls turn down his offer of staying the night and leave early, rather than moping in his car.

And it’s not like he’s getting a ton of action lately, anyway. Now that the whole Vecna debacle is over, with Eddie and Max out of the hospital, the Party spends most of its nights together, so Steve hasn’t been going on too many dates anymore. Instead, he spends his time either on someone else’s couch or his own, and if it’s the latter, he can count on Dragon sitting squarely on his lap and everyone but Robin sitting a few feet away for safety purposes.

It’s a late afternoon in November, when he’s hanging out alone with Eddie at his house for the first time, when Dragon does something truly surprising.

She lets Eddie pet her.

They’re hanging out in the kitchen, Steve almost done with his cup of coffee and Eddie nursing a cup of his own mixed with an absurd amount of hot chocolate powder. The coffee in late afternoon is a peculiar habit of Eddie’s; he says it’s because it’s when his uncle usually wakes up, and they have coffee together, so Steve thinks it’s kind of sweet. It’s a really nice afternoon, chilly but not too cold, only slightly overcast so that it’s not too sunny but not too cloudy, either. The cool light makes Eddie’s hair look shiny, and the gleam bounces off his skin like a halo might.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you how cool your cat is,” Eddie says, nodding towards the Dragon in question. Dragon hops up on the counter, then hops up on Steve’s shoulders, purring as she nudges the side of her face against Steve’s cheek. Eddie grins. “Dragon. A fitting name for a majestic beast.”

“I don’t know why she’s so unfriendly,” Steve sighs, reaching up to scratch behind Dragon’s fluffy ears. Dragon purrs even harder. Eddie snorts and reaches up to join Steve in scritching behind Dragon’s ears, but Steve takes a step back. “Woah, careful, man, don’t want you to get clawed.”

Eddie’s grin turns into a small, fond smile. “Cats don’t really like me, anyway, I don’t mind a little scratch or two,” he says, stepping closer to offer his hand up for Dragon to sniff.

Instead of the hiss Steve’s predicting, Dragon pushes her face against Eddie’s knuckles and continues to purr. “Holy shit,” Steve breathes, eyes wide, “she doesn’t do that with anybody.”

“She probably does that with you,” Eddie points out, and Steve gives him a flat look. The answering shit-eating grin he gets is unfairly endearing. “Nah, I get what you mean. But seriously? There must be someone else she likes. One of the kids? Some girl you brought home that happened to have cat treats in her purse or some shit?”

Steve groans and shifts Dragon into his arms, feigning annoyance when Dragon nuzzles against his jaw. It’s actually pretty cute. “No, this little asshole is ruining my chances of getting laid,” he says. “She hates everybody I bring home. She doesn’t even like the kids! The most socializing she’s ever done with another person before this is her letting Robin be next to me. Dragon tolerating a relationship? No way.”

Dragon lets out a loud meow and licks Steve’s cheek. “Well, maybe you just have to find somebody she likes,” Eddie says, scratching under Dragon’s chin. Dragon meows again and squints, chin tilting up to give Eddie more room to scratch. Eddie clicks his tongue. “Aw, see? She’s a sweet girl. I’m sure she’ll have a soft spot for someone other than yourself soon enough.”

Steve decides to play along. “Draggy,” Steve coos, “will you please let Daddy get laid? Be all sweet and good instead of biting people’s ankles?”

“I’m sorry, did you just call yourself Daddy?” Eddie sputters, looking mortified.

Frowning, Steve shifts Dragon so that he’s holding her like one might hold an infant. “Yeah, I’m Dragon’s dad, and she’s my little baby,” he explains. “Duh.”

“No, okay, wh—nevermind,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “My point is, even if Dragon hates the ladies, I’m sure there’s one lady out there for you she won’t hate.”

As Eddie pets Dragon’s tummy—her tummy!—Steve realizes that, yeah, there is one person out there that Dragon doesn’t hate.

Steve resolves that, if Dragon really doesn’t mind Eddie’s company, he should have Eddie around more often. The way Steve sees it, if Dragon gets used to Eddie being in the house and being close to Steve, she might open up to other people who are around a lot, like the Party, and then she could even learn to tolerate girls coming over. As much as Steve hates to admit it, Eddie Munson might just be the reason his dating life gets revived.

At the next movie night, the movie night that Eddie finally shows up for, when Dragon hops into Steve’s lap and everyone scoots at least ten feet away, Steve pats the seat next to him. “Hey, Eddie, c’mere,” he says, and Dustin openly gawks when Eddie’s able to sit right next to Steve with no roaring protests from Dragon.

“What the hell?! I’ve been in your house so many times and I’ve never been able to sit near you when Dragon’s around!” Dustin huffs, scowling at the fluffy bastard. “And I’m the one who named her! I’m practically her godfather!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Henderson,” Eddie says, a slow grin spreading across his face, which can’t be good. “If Steve’s pu—”

“Nope,” Steve cuts in, slapping a hand over Eddie’s mouth, cheeks burning, “not gonna let you finish that.”

Eddie nods. “Very wise,” he says, muffled. “It was gonna be incredibly inappropriate.”

Satisfied with having stopped that, Steve moves his hand away, and Eddie knocks their shoulders together. To Steve’s shock, Dragon doesn’t hiss or swat, just snuggles further into Steve’s lap and purrs harder than she’s ever purred before. The movie starts up, and Steve watches Eddie reach over in the dark, usually a bad move when it comes to Dragon. But Dragon just lets Eddie run a hand over the top of her head, and Steve leans into his side, the two of them sharing a small smile.

After the movie, when most everyone else has gone home, Eddie’s still around, scratching behind Dragon’s ears. “You know, you should hang out here more often,” Steve tells him, and Eddie raises a brow at him. Steve tilts his head. “I mean, Dragon doesn’t get a lot of socializing in, so…it’d probably be good for her.”

Clearly holding back a grin, Eddie nods. “Sure. I’d love to come around more so Dragon gets some socializing in,” he teases, and Steve rolls his eyes, holding back a smile of his own. Eddie leans closer, smoothing his thumb over Dragon’s fuzzy little cheek. “She’s really cute. Has good taste in who she lets pet her.”

Eddie casts his gaze down at Dragon. His lashes are long and dark. He has really nice hands, too, and it’s easy to notice them as they run over Dragon’s pitch-black fur. “Yeah,” Steve says quietly, giving Dragon a pat by her leg, “she does.”

Eddie comes over way more often from then on, and Dragon gets somewhat clingy to him, which is kind of unbelievable, because Dragon’s never rubbed up on anyone’s ankles but Steve’s, but it’s a marked improvement. The only downside is that Dragon still hasn’t improved with anyone else, but Steve figures that’ll change sooner or later.

For now, he’s content to hang out with Eddie in his room, laying on the bed with Dragon sitting on his chest and Eddie laying beside him. “Little lady,” Eddie coos, almost nose-to-nose with Dragon, who purrs. “Sweet baby girl.”

“She’s a smelly girl,” Steve tuts, scratching between Dragon’s ears. He looks at Eddie. “I still can’t believe you’re the only one out of everybody we know that she likes.”

Eddie looks up at him, big brown eyes shining with mirth. “I dunno, I think it’s pretty believable. I happen to be very likable,” he says. And, to Eddie’s credit, Steve’s found that he kind of is. “And besides, cats have good judgements of character. I’ve been chosen.”

Steve raises a brow. “I thought you said cats didn’t like you.”

Face scrunched up, Eddie tilts his head. “Yeah…I lied. Didn’t want to make you feel bad if I did get scratched,” he explains.

That’s fair, actually.

Dragon meows, raspy and roaring as always, and she smacks her paw out at Eddie’s arm, using her—trimmed, because Steve takes very good care of her—claws to drag him closer. “She wants you closer? That’s crazy,” Steve comments as Eddie scoots into his space, their sides pressed together. “She must really like you.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, but he does smile, soft and private, and Steve thinks it’s nice. It’s a smile he hasn’t seen before.

It’s pretty.

Even with Eddie and Dragon getting buddy-buddy, it still doesn’t seem to be helping Steve’s case with bringing anyone home. Hell, Dragon still isn’t even close to being civil with most of the Party, barring Robin, who actually got in a single chin scratch the other day. But Eddie and Dragon are getting along swimmingly, to the point where Eddie can actually pick Dragon up! Granted, it’s not for very long, because Dragon starts screaming about ten seconds in until Steve takes her from Eddie, but still. It’s insane.

“You are killing me, you little menace,” Steve tells Dragon one night while Eddie’s using the bathroom. “Why do you like Eddie so much, huh? I mean, sure, he’s funny and he’s nice, but it’s not like you can understand what he says, you don’t speak English.”

Dragon meows indignantly at him from her place on Steve’s lap, slow-blinking at him.

“Yeah, yeah, I see your point. Eddie is pretty great,” Steve mutters.

Dragon yawns and starts making biscuits on his thighs, then purrs.

“Okay, so he’s handsome, too, but I don’t see how that’s appealing for you, you’re a cat,” Steve huffs. He blinks, face flushing. “Well, that’s—it doesn’t appeal to me, either, I guess.”

Dragon gives him an inquisitive little mrrowp? in response.

Steve blows out a long breath. “Look, Draggy, you gotta find someone else you like. Eddie can’t be the only other person you can tolerate, it’s just not realistic,” Steve tells her.

Dragon roars.

Shushing her, Steve pets her to sweeten the deal of shutting up. “Yeah, I know, and I like having him around, too—”

“Talking to your cat about me, Stevie?” Eddie asks, bouncing into the room and sitting down beside him with a flouncy sort of flip of his hair. “Well, Madam Dragon, I do hope he hasn’t been slandering my good name.”

He’s using that silly cat-voice he does when he’s talking to Dragon, and it’s almost as endearing as the way Dragon rolls over to let Eddie rub her tummy. “I would do no such thing,” Steve says, feigning offense, and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Miss Dragon, don’t listen to a word he says,” Eddie tells the cat. He glances over at the clock and frowns. “Ah, shit, it’s getting late.”

“You could stay here, if you want,” Steve offers. “Maybe Dragon’ll suffocate someone else in their sleep for a change.”

Eddie laughs, but he takes Steve up on the offer, heading into the guest bedroom in a change of clothes that definitely doesn’t make Steve feel a certain type of way about seeing Eddie in his one of his old swim team shirts. Though, the night is not peaceful, because a certain giant, annoying cat refuses to stop screeching at the top of her lungs. Eddie comes stumbling back into Steve’s bedroom, Dragon held in his outstretched arms, Eddie’s hands tucked under the cat’s armpits.

There’s a grumpy, slightly disgruntled look on Eddie’s face. “Please tell your daughter to stop screaming at me,” he says, placing Dragon on the bed, and Steve reaches for her to drag her into his lap. Eddie nods and turns to leave, only for Dragon to scream again, and he whirls right back around. “Oh my God, what?!”

Dragon gives a little chirp and trots to the edge of the bed, nosing at Eddie’s hand. “Draggy, let Eddie go to bed,” Steve says, his voice rough with what little sleep he’d managed to get between Dragon’s long and loud meows.

“Yes, Dragon, I need my beauty sleep,” Eddie says. When he turns to leave again, Dragon yowls and bites down—seemingly gently—on his hand, carefully stepping backwards towards Steve while she does so. Eddie looks just as bewildered as Steve feels. “Does she want me to stay here?”

“I have no idea. I’ve literally never seen her do this before,” Steve tells him. “But, like, you can, as long as it’ll stop her from screeching.”

Eddie blows out a long breath. “Honestly, I don’t even care at this point, I just want to sleep,” he groans, clambering under the covers until they’re laying face-to-face beside each other. Eddie smiles at him, then winces and scoots closer. “Sorry, ah—she’s pushing my back.”

Dragon gives a little mrrp of confirmation.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into her, I’m sorry,” Steve whispers, and Eddie just half-shrugs, eyes darting everywhere but Steve’s face. He looks uneasy. “Hey, man, if you’re uncomfortable staying here, you can sleep on the pullout in the den and I’ll just lock her in here, she’s got a litterbox and water in my bathroom, she’ll be fine. And you won’t hear anything down there, so…”

Eddie shakes his head. “Nah. Wouldn’t wanna put you through that torture.”

He gets slightly closer, and Steve’s face goes a little hot at the proximity. Their noses are almost touching. “She’s being a little douchebag,” Steve murmurs. “Ignore her.”

“She keeps pushing at my back,” Eddie tells him, sounding a little panicked. “Why is your cat so strong, dude?”

“I can take her out of the—”

Dragon lets out a meow so loud that it rings out for a few seconds after she’s done.

Eddie is clearly fighting a laugh. “Okay, so keeping her out of the room isn’t an option,” he says, and Steve chuckles. Eddie gives him a curious sort of look. “Hey…about earlier. What were you telling Dragon about me?”

Oh, just that you’re funny and sweet and, apparently, I think you’re really handsome, is what Steve probably shouldn’t say.

“Oh, just that you’re funny and sweet and, apparently, I think you’re really handsome,” is what Steve says, because he’s an idiot.

Eddie’s brows shoot up, behind his bangs. “I’m sorry, you think what?”

“That you’re really handsome,” Steve says, because, again, he’s an idiot.

Blinking, Eddie starts to frown. “Are you messing with me right now? Because if you are, that is not cool, Harrington—”

“I’m not,” Steve says. “I’m—I didn’t—I mean, Dragon really likes you, and cats are…a good judge of character, and you’re, uh—you’re pretty.”

The frown turns into a poorly-hidden smile. “I’m pretty?” Eddie echoes, lashes batting, and Steve can’t tell whether or not that’s intentional.

“You are,” he says softly. “You also make me laugh, and you get along really well with my cat, which—and I don’t know if you know this—is very hard to do.”

Eddie laughs, almost bashful. “I did say there’d be somebody Dragon had a soft spot for other than you, didn’t I?”

“The little menace is a matchmaker,” Steve mutters, and Eddie leans forward just slightly until their noses are touching. Steve reaches up to cup Eddie’s face. “Can I kiss you?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie says breathlessly.

Steve presses their lips together gently, moving slowly, and Eddie hums into the kiss, one hand on Steve’s waist and the other sliding up to his chest. It’s soft and it’s good, and Steve leans into it a little more, his fingers tangling in Eddie’s curls as he deepens the kiss. Unfortunately, Steve has to pull back for air, but Eddie’s smiling when he does. Dragon meows, much further away than Steve had thought she’d been, and the sound of her collar jingling grows quieter and quieter.

“Well,” Steve says, “I definitely found somebody she likes.”

“Safe to say, she won’t prevent you from getting laid anymore,” Eddie murmurs, his low voice sending a shiver down Steve’s spine. He gets this hesitant sort of look on his face, like he isn’t sure if he’s overstepped. “I mean, only if you want to—”

Steve interrupts him with a chaste kiss. “Oh, I want to,” he whispers.

The next morning, when they wake up tangled in each other’s arms, clothes littering the floor, Dragon is sitting on the edge of the bed with Eddie’s discarded shirt in her mouth, tail flicking back and forth, looking smug as ever.

[ryan-waddell11]

god, I miss him so much. please come back :((

[momotonescreaming]

It was pitch black when Steve finally made his way home. All of his shifts at work had been moved around last minute, and now he was coming home in the pitch black, freezing cold night. Letting out a sigh, he could see his breath cloud out in front of him. The only saving grace was the sliver of light that shone underneath the apartment door. The light at the end of the tunnel. Robin and Eddie were home, and it would be warm, and Steve could finally lie down.

Balancing his bag, his water bottle, and his spare shoes in one hand Steve quickly unlocked the door with the other and slid inside. The door clicked shut behind him, and the weight of it all hits him all at once. Now that he’s home, now that he doesn’t have to pretend he’s anything other than exhausted, Steve sighs again and lets his body sag under the weight of just how bone tired he is. The apartment is thankfully warmer than the outside — Robin must have their small heater plugged in. She loves to alternate between turning it on, and turning it off in quick succession, until she finds the perfect ambient temperature. Eddie keeps telling her to put on a sweater and some winter socks, and Robin keeps glaring back that it’s not the same, Edward. Steve was just glad he wasn’t freezing anymore.

Too tired to do anything else, Steve dumps his bag and his things on the floor next to Robin’s satchel and Eddie’s Reeboks. Future Steve will be annoyed he made a mess of it, but Present Steve is too tired to care. So he ignores his things now piled on the floor and trudges his way to the living room.

Robin is curled up in the corner of the couch, wearing grey sweatpants and an old T-shirt of Steve’s that declared she went to the ‘82 SWIM MEET. Volume down low, she’s watching what looks to be a documentary on a city Steve’s never heard of. Turning at the noise of the door, she must see something on his face, as she smiles softly as she sees him. Steve just pulls a face back, and flops stomach first onto the couch. His head pressed into Robin’s thigh, and his feet hanging over the edge. Sneakers still on, white and pristine; and the zipper of his winter jacket pressing into his side.

“Long day?” She asks, a hint of humour tinting her words. And before he can respond, he can feel her hand running through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. It’s nice. She’s one of the only person he lets do this, play with his hair, and he can feel her start to fidget. Twirling strands of hair between her fingers and then scratching his scalp again. Steve groans into the fabric of the couch.

Robin laughs, patting his head. It’s a small comfort. He shifts where he’s laying, adjusting himself so he’s more comfortable. Tilting his head towards so he can breathe. Robin keeps playing with his hair.

“Hey Buckley did I hear the-“ Eddie starts, voice echoing as he shouts down the hall on his way to the living room. Steve can’t see him that well from where he’s laying, pressed into the couch cushions but he can hear his loud boisterous voice, and the soft thump of his feet against the floor. The noise stops off abruptly, Eddie cutting himself off as he stands in the doorway to the living room. Steve can see his Garfield socks — the ones with the large hole in the toe — and looks up through his eyelashes to see Eddie looking back. His demeanour changes when he sees it’s Steve on the couch. That it was Steve who had opened the door. He lights up. “Baby!”

He just hums in response — not feeling quite up to words just yet. Eddie huffs a laugh, not unlike Robin, and his mouth ticks up into a smile as he makes his way closer. Steve feels his heart swell at the sight of him, at the smile on his face, and sinks into the warmth of the feeling.

Eddie brings a calloused hand up to his face, cradling his cheek, his hands warm against Steve’s still cool skin. He smiles, and lets Eddie gently tilt his face away from the cushions of the couch. Looking out at the living room now, all he can see is Eddie. Eddie, who has squatted in front of the couch — in front of Robin’s legs — and stays there patiently, despite how much he’s going to complain about his sore knees later.

“There he is,” Eddie says quieter, softer this time. He smiles, and Steve smiles back. It would be so easy to fall asleep right there, Steve thinks, to melt into the couch under the soft touches of his boyfriend and his best friend.  It’s the most comfortable he’s ever been. Or at the very least — it sure feels that way. With Robin’ sweatpant clad thigh under his head and her hands raking through his hair; and Eddie’s hand cradling his cheek, calloused thumb rubbing small circles on his skin. Steve blinks sleepily, and Eddie tilts his head. “Work again?”

“God, you have no idea,” Steve complains, letting out a long, tired, sigh. Air leaving his lungs like a deflated balloon. “We were short staffed again, and the boss wasn’t any help so naturally it was all on me again. So I had to help train the newbie, and do the handover for the shift change and ugh.”

He’s complained about this before to Robin and Eddie, and they dutifully listen to him bitch every time. That he loves his work, he really does, but they’re always short staffed and whenever Steve brings it up to his boss that they’re struggling — they keep telling him that he ‘should have communicated his needs better’ like it was his fucking fault his boss can’t schedule for shit.

Steve turns over so he’s facing the ceiling, still resting his head on Robin’s thigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Robin adds, brushing his hair out of his face, very kindly ignoring how greasy it’s gotten. “We both love it when you’re a bit of a bitch. Plus it’s not like this new boss of yours doesn’t deserve it. You’re always so stressed now.”

“I hate seeing you this tired.” Eddie says, slowly drags his hand away from Steve’s face, inching away as if he can’t bear to stop touching him. He leans down to kiss him, slow and gentle and sweet, before pulling away. Standing up with a groan, Eddie moves to the other end of the couch and lifts up Steve’s legs. He sits down with an oof, resting Steve’s feet in his lap. “So bitch away. I know it makes you feel better.”

Steve huffs out a laugh now, watching as Eddie wordlessly starts untying his shoelaces for him.

“I’ll order takeout and everything,” Robin says, smiling down at Steve. “We’ll make an evening of it. A real sleepover/ bitch-fest.”

“It’ll be a monthly tradition,” Eddie adds on, grinning as he takes off Steve’s shoes and tosses them on the ground. “With bonus nights when shit gets real. Goes in the apartment rules and everything.”

Steve laughs, happy and giddy. It’s crazy how quickly he feels better feels when they’re around. When they’re home together. “Wanna hear how Paulie fucked up at work this time?”

“Oh my god, yes.”

[steddielations]

Based on this fanart!

Eddie gets into Steve’s interests too.

Steve doesn’t have many hobbies apart from babysitting and sports, but over the years, he’s come to love being outside. That’s how he found skull rock, wandering in the woods for hours. It clears his mind, getting away from everything. He likes to run too and get his heart pumping, work out his stress.

Eddie was never one for the outdoors, he prefers to be holed up in his room playing guitar, planning campaigns, reading, watching movies and stuff. But he decides to give the “outside thing” a chance because Steve has always been so great about trying Eddie’s interests, so Eddie wants to do the same for him, and agrees to go on a hike together.

“I can’t believe this is your idea of romance,” Eddie groans, slapping a mosquito off his arm.

“Hey, I never said it was romantic,” Steve shrugs, he looks so put together with his sunglasses and fancy running shoes, while Eddie’s a mess after only a couple hours of hiking. God, if Eddie didn’t love him so much, he’d hate him.

“It was implied when you asked me on a date to the woods with you,” Eddie tucks the stray hairs back into his bun, going for casual despite his tired arms feeling like jelly, “You know, if you wanted to see me all hot and sweaty, there’s other, easier, much more pleasurable ways to do it.”

Steve snorts, “This was your idea. You wanted to come.”

“Because I’m a good boyfriend who wants to do the stuff you like with you.”

“What do you mean?” Steve asks, automatically reaching for Eddie’s hands to help him step over a large rock because he’s just so perfect like that, “I do like all the stuff we normally do together.”

“Yeah but it’s always my stuff, and you don’t make fun of it and you like it cause you’re just so damn perfect, and I wanted to do the same for you.”

Except he’s failing miserably, trying to hide how badly he wants it to be over, trying to be as perfect for Steve as Steve is for him.

“Oh.” Steve looks stunned, like he didn’t realize he’s worth such a gesture and it makes Eddie want to shower him with affection until he knows how much he means to him, “Well that’s… sweet of you.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s gonna lose all sentiment if I pass out trying to impress you. How much further? Jesus, how are you not tired at all!”

“Some of us actually participated in gym instead of selling weed under the bleachers,” Steve smirks and Eddie’s heart skips not just from exertion, “We probably should’ve taken a shorter hike for your first time. Maybe we should go back.”

“What? No, y’know the nature thing isn’t so bad once you get passed the bug bites and the sunburn and the muscle aches,” Eddie tries to keep going but Steve comes to a stop in front of him, brows furrowed in concern behind his sunglasses, “I mean, my legs are totally supposed to feel like noodles, right? I’m doing great.”

Steve reaches out, gently brushing Eddie’s sweaty hair off his forehead, “I think you’ve pushed yourself hard enough, baby, your face is beet red, you’re shaking. We’re going back now. Here hop on, I’m carrying you to the car.”

He doesn’t offer any room for argument, kneeling down so Eddie can climb onto his back. As humiliating as it is, Eddie relents because he’s honestly exhausted. He locks his sore arms and legs around Steve, clinging to him, quiet for most of the way, feeling like he ruined the whole thing.

Steve must sense it, because he jokes, “Gotta say, I’m really feeling the romance now.”

Eddie smiles against the warm skin of Steve’s neck, “Shut up, I hate you.”

“No you love me,” he can hear the soft smile in Steve’s words, “You did this for me.”

He shouldn’t sound so amazed by that. As if there’s anything Eddie wouldn’t do for this damn boy.

“And I’ll do it again,” Eddie accentuates his point with a kiss to Steve’s cheek, “And again,” another, “And again until I get better at it.”

Steve chuckles, squeezing Eddie’s thighs teasingly, “You don’t have to, not if you don’t want to.”

“I wanna do everything with you, sweetheart,” Eddie says, means it, “Love you.”

And they do go hiking again, they go on lots more, shorter hikes on cooler days. Steve always brings a backpack with extra water, and snacks and bug spray and sunscreen and whatever else Eddie might need to stay comfortable.

Which, Eddie insists that Steve needs those things too. It sort of pangs his chest every time Steve only seems to remember his own needs as an afterthought, but it’s okay, they take care of each other.

Eddie finds that he doesn’t mind “the outside” so much when he’s with Steve. On every hike, he’ll pick up a cool rock or a shiny chunk of minerals and give it to Steve, who always says “oh nice, thanks, babe” and shoves it in his pocket.

Sometimes they see animals and name them after rockstars or Steve’s favorite basketball players. Sometimes they talk a lot, other times they’re more quiet, just holding hands as they tread through the leaves together.

Eddie’s favorite hikes are the ones right at dusk. They have a spot high up in the woods that no one else would ever be able to find, with the best view of the sunset over Lover’s Lake. They always sit and watch the colors melt into the water, Steve’s head resting on Eddie’s shoulder, smiling softly with Eddie’s arm around him.

It’s their spot, it’s their place to be alone together, it’s another one of their things and Eddie loves it, he loves everything with Steve.

[plistommy]

Eddie and Billy usually always choose what to listen to together ’cause they have such a similar music taste.

They call Steve’s music taste shitty, as a joke, but once Steve gives them that sad face and big puppy eyes, the radio is turned to Queen or Duran Duran immediately.

Anything for their pretty boy.

[livwritesstuff]

Mid-bath, I realised that Eddie and Steve had daughters during Lush’s peak popularity with the bathbombs and bubble bars, the themed releases (especially for Halloween). How did that go?

omg as a mid-2010s adolescent who *loved* watching lush hauls (Zoella's specifically and that's someone I hadn't thought about in a bazillion years), I cannot believe I didn't think of this sooner

Okay, but I see your Lush, and I raise you this:

The mall closest to their town in Massachusetts (the epic Natick Mall for any fellow New Englanders) just so happens to separate the Lush and the Bath and Body Works by just two (2) stores.

Add a Yankee Candle to that shit and you’ve got a brand new circle of hell – that’s Eddie’s opinion anyways, and he’d be the one to know given how Steve pulls the migraine card every time the girls lobby for a trip to the mall.

Like most adolescent girls in the mid-2010s, Moe, Robbie, and Hazel love Lush and they love Bath and Body works, so it’s a given that they’ll be building time for both into their mall adventure.

For Eddie, it’s his least favorite part of an already not-so-enjoyable experience, because, yeah, one of those bath bombs or whatever might smell nice on its own, but a hundred thousand of the fuckers crammed into a store with less square footage than the entryway of his and Steve’s house…that’s gotta be some form of prison torture (and if it’s not, it should be).

Eventually, Eddie just sets them loose for that portion of their shopping trip, which Steve might not necessarily approve of (but what Steve doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and those two stores back to back definitely would hurt Eddie).

“Do not lose Hazel,” he tells Robbie and Moe, deadly serious even though Hazel is almost ten and the risk of losing her in a real way is getting slimmer and slimmer, “If you are not walking into the bookstore in exactly thirty minutes, I will send a mall cop in to bring you to me the long way. Through the food court where all the kids from your school will be. Capiche?”

The system works – the girls get to spend their dads’ money on over-scented garbage and Eddie gets to retain his sense of smell and his sanity – but it’s only half the battle. The second half takes place at home, in the upstairs bathroom that all three girls share.

“Hazel!,” they hear Moe yell, “That one was mine!”

Steve shoots Eddie a look, as if to say that’s all you, man.

“C’mon, Stevie,” he protests, “I broke up the last one about the stupid hand sanitizers.”

“Nope. You facilitated buying them that shit. You can deal with it.”

Right on cue, they hear Hazel upstairs start to cry. Eddie groans, gets to his feet, and heads upstairs.

Indeed, Hazel is sobbing, because she almost always is these days (Steve and Eddie secretly joke that she’d never cried as a baby because she was stock-piling it all for her elementary-school days), and wrapped in an elephant towel (there’s a hood with ears and everything; it’s very cute). Moe is holding a half-dissolved bath bomb that she’d clearly just fished out of the bathtub and wearing an unreasonably irate expression for what is ultimately just a glorified ball of baking soda and citric acid (Eddie looked it up).

“Dad – Hazel’s using my bath bomb.”

“It’s not yours!” Hazel hiccups.

Eddie squints at the deformed mess fizzing in Moe’s hand.

“I gotta side with Hazy here, Moe. I mean – c’mon. Did you actually want a Santa Claus-shaped bath bomb? Really?”

“Yeah,” she insists, “It’s limited edition, Dad. For the holiday collection.”

Eddie lets out a long sigh.

“Okay,” he says, “You guys are keeping this shit in your own rooms. Starting now.”

[morganbritton132]

After David tells him that his ex has arrived for Career Day and it’s not even the Wheeler that he asked for, Steve marches over to Mike like, “What are you doing here?”

Wow, David thinks to himself. He’s been told that Steve has some problems with his memory - apparently he compensated for it with a truly insane online calendar - but he didn’t expect him to forget about a whole human being. Just, wow.

Steve loudly tells Mike that he’s never had a real job and Mike scoffs at him and tells him that he wrote for a comic book website for three years. Journalism is just writing with a fancy degree. Will and Mike created a comic book together so, “I’m published.”

“Robin is published,” Steve stresses (Steve’s best friend, David knows that one). “If that was the only qualification I wanted than I would’ve asked Robin to come.”

They start squabbling again in whispered voices so David turns to Dustin and tries to alleviate some of the awkwardness with, “Steve, uh, really has a type, huh?”

Dustin squints at him, “Did you just meet him? Today?”

[joansblondells]

😪🐹💔

hellcheer as textposts

[charlieism]

eddie: harrington's got her. don't ya, big boy?

steve:

steve: so something lgbt just happened to me

[sadnessunderthebridge]

Steve: Can you pass the salt sir?

Eddie and Wayne: *reaches for the salt*

Eddie and Wayne: ...

*Cricket Sounds*

Steve:*Blushing Violently* um..uh...so...

Eddie: *also blushing but not as bad, quickly let's go of the salt*

Wayne: *Hands Steve the salt, trying not to laugh at the boys*

[aphrogeneias]

Your hello kitty reminded me if how bad i want to have a build a bear date with eddie

at first he's be like 🤨 babe, that's silly, i don't wanna do that, because as cool as he is, eddie is still a guy and he's definitely not a stuffed animal kind of guy, he never had one aside from probably one teddy bear he had as a baby. but then he goes anyway because he loves you and loves seeing you happy, and gets out of there with a little metal looking bear with a tiny leather jacket just like his, and he gives it a name like ozzy. the little bear sits on his bed just like the ones he's seen in your bedroom, and he's very soft with it (just don't let anyone know)

he also gets a tiny bit emotional when doing the little heart ritual with his bear, but you don't tease him about it <3

[steddilly]

If you’re about to tell me Steve isn’t a shoe guy, you’re lying. That boy has enough pairs of Nikes to coordinate them with his outfit of the day. He would definitely buy shoes for someone he loves, but not Nike because he’s considerate, he’d buy them whatever they like.

Steve loves his Nikes, Eddie has his beloved pair of ratty Reeboks, and Billy is a Converse boy through and through.