#steve in eddies style

[thelastwalkingsoul]

Steve isn't sure how he got himself into this situation.

It might have something to do with the offhanded joke he'd made, saying that Eddie would dress him up like his own personal Barbie if Steve allowed him to. Next thing he knew, Eddie was grinning at him with a gleam in his eye that screamed mischief.

So here Steve was, smiling in amusement while being dragged into a clothing store he'd never shop at by a very excited Eddie. He listens to Eddie babble away, not understanding half of what he's talking about but simply enjoying the absolute light that is Eddie Munson. He browses the store with keen eyes, darting to and fro, pulling things from racks with careless abandon, adding and adding to the growing pile of clothes in Steve's arms. Eddie's ploughing through the wares, and all Steve can do is smile apologetically at the dumbfounded cashier.

After he's finished ravaging the store, Eddie turns to Steve, eyes bright, a grin on his face, bouncing on his toes. He steers Steve to the lone changeroom hidden at the back of the store. Borderline wiggling, Eddie pushes Steve inside. With a smile and a wiggle of his fingers, Steve closes the door, rolling his eyes affectionately. His boyfriend really is like an overexcited puppy at times.

Steve tries on too many clothes to count. It feels like Eddie has grabbed the entire store's worth. Almost every time Steve comes out in a collection of clothes, Eddie asks him to try a different combination. There's a pair of blue denim jeans so dark they almost look black, which sit tight around Steve's thighs and ass (which Eddie smacks playfully as Steve walks back into the changeroom). In the pile of t-shirts, Eddie had managed to find one, black and plain, except for a scattering of bats in the centre. Steve gives him a dry, unamused look when he swings the door open, trying hard not to break at Eddie's proud face.

When Steve tries on the finished outfit, dark jeans, the bat shirt, and a pair of black boots, Eddie flushes, eyes wide. Steve shifts under the weight of his stare, slightly out of his element. He says Eddie's name just as the man ducks his head around the door and kisses Steve hard. Eddie pulls back, eyes dark as they slide up and down Steve's body, leaning in to whisper a promise in his ear. Steve's sure he's positively red as Eddie leans back with a smirk and closes the door.

Steve buys the outfit, including the boots that Eddie all but begs him to get. He caves because how could Steve deny his pretty boyfriend who promised such sweet, dirty things.

So Steve isn't sure how he got himself into this situation. But he's damn happy he did when later that night, Eddie fulfils his promise.

[munsons-mutiny]

One of my favorite trope for Steddie is Steve hunting down Eddie when the kids join Hellfire and giving him a long list of dos and donts.

At first Eddie thinks he’s just being a prick, and worried he’s going to turn the nerds into freaks like him. Especially when he says not to mention drugs in front of Dustin.

But then he starts pulling out lists of monsters that can’t be in campaigns. And like what??? Why can’t he use demagorgons? They were gonna be in the next combat! He’s tempted to ignore the warnings, in fact he’s all set to, but something about Steve’s face when he was laying it all out haunts him. Something so deadly serious about it. So first he decides to test the waters to see if he’s full of shit.

When the session starts, he makes a throwaway comment, “you’re acting like there’s a mindflayer around the corner.”

All the kids freeze but Wheeler especially looks like he’s going to be sick. He even grabs at the bracelet around his wrist. The one he always said his best friend made him before he moved.

Eddie curses himself for even trying to test it out after that, and immediately bullshits the whole session so he can scrap any hint of demogorgans from the campaign.

After that session he drives straight to Harringtons house and demands they go over all the things he can’t include again, in detail, while he takes notes.

He doesn’t know what’s going on with these freshmen, but he knows trauma when he sees it and well he’d gotten attached to the gremlins.

When he leaves that night, he thinks Steve is looking at him with approval. Like he trusts him with their well-being now.

[bleedingoptimism]

part one -> 📱💞🚙

The first video goes viral. They get a lot of new traffic on their page, and half of it gets curious about their music, and half of the curious ones even become fans. So the series is already a success with only one video out. 

In the second video, Eddie, still blushing but smiling cheekily introduces Steve, who is all smiles and sunshine wrapped up in muscle and tan skin and people eat it up.

Then the actual process begins, and it's genuinely informative and quite good, Steve really knows what he's doing and he seems to have a passion for it that makes his eyes shine whenever he's explaining to Eddie what they are doing and what for.

It’s also fairly comedic, the series. Eddie keeps tripping all over his own feet making funny remarks to make Steve laugh. They both work on the van, because Eddie wants to get his hands dirty too, so Steve stays close behind, whispering instructions and murmuring praises while he works that have Eddie sweating and blushing from things that are completely unrelated to the manual labor and looking at the camera like he’s in the office.

It becomes kind of a thing because Eddie knows Steve doesn't watch the videos and everyone already knows from the first video that Eddie has a little crush on him. So he thinks it is just innocent fun that when Steve is working and Eddie has the phone in his hands instead of the tripod, he sometimes zooms on his back, his arms, the sweat on his neck, and then back to his face, sighing and shaking his head slowly.

TikTokers even start shipping them, saying Eddie has very clear cat energy and Steve is the most golden retriever boyfriend-coded man on the planet.

But something shifts as the videos go on, Eddie’s quips are less jokey and more just pure admiration for Steve’s work. When they film a time-lapse the audience can see them working together, bumping shoulders, Steve looking at Eddie and looking away when Eddie looks at him. And when Eddie is filming there are no more jokes about him pining on camera. It is just scenes of Steve laughing, or just smiling, working while he whistles. Zooms of his eyes, his nose, the highlights on his hair, the way the moles on his cheek move when he smiles crookedly at something dumb Eddie says.

The whole series becomes a documentary about how Eddie fell in love with Steve and then… it's complete. It's done. The van is finished. Eddie films one last video thanking Steve for everything, and making one last flirty joke about taking him for a ride. Steve laughs and runs a hand through his hair, telling Eddie he’s welcome. And that is it. The series is done. 

It drives everyone insane because they love it of course, but also. Because it seems… unfinished. It's kind of a mess, Corroded fans are fighting the shippers and the shippers are accusing Eddie of queer bating, which he thinks it's fuckin hilarious and sad because it's his literal life they are talking about. 

But the truth is, there’s nothing more to tell. They had a real conversation after Eddie stopped filming, a proper thanks and hug goodbye. And then Steve just left. He never made a move. And Eddie tried, he really tried. He insinuated, flirted, complimented. But Steve was either not interested or completely clueless (probably because of how uninterested he was).

And now Eddie has a beautiful van, completely equipped for two people to travel in style. And no one to share it with. So he stays at home, wrapped up in a blanket and watching the comments on his tiktoks, laughing and then crying with the way people describe how palpable their chemistry is. And he misses Steve. He keens, he pins, he craves.

part three ->📱💞🚙

☕🥐💕 coffee? by the side of the road?

[tubesock86]

concert boys

[ahhrenata]

redraw -> x

[baleful-blurbs]

seein as that last post blew up. I've withheld more of him & steve. srry. 🥲 yall go to war over this little freak, huh?

[marvel-ous-m]

After Starcourt, Steve and Robin began a new tradition- 'spa nights'. Robin would make them homemade face masks (“peaches and yogurt? On my face? That’s disgusting Robin.” “Shut up and put it on, dingus.”). They would put in a shitty tape from Family Video and Steve would paint their nails. (“How do you even know how to do this Steve?” “I’m a babysitter, Rob, it’s in the job description.”)

The school year started and Robin got a lot more busy- what with it being her senior year and all- but they still made time for spa nights. They were less frequent (maybe once a month instead of every other week), but they happened.

Vecna came, they killed the bastard, and they all lived- somehow, miraculously, certainly not unscathed, but they’re all alive. They beat him. A few months later, after the almost-end-of-the-world, Robin brought up their spa nights. (“Come on, Steve, it’s been months. My brain needs a vacation, my face needs a vacation, my nails need a vacation.”) Steve agreed, acting reluctant (but was secretly really excited to get back to one-on-one time with his best friend).

Except the kids find out, namely El and Max, and they beg Steve and Robin to join them. The two acquiesce, and then Eddie hears about it and joins the party, too. Uninvited. (But nowadays he doesn’t need an invitation. He shows up, bright personality and even brighter smile, and brings a constant, welcome addition to the party. Along with some… feelings that Steve can’t even start to try and acknowledge.)

The spa night comes and everyone crowds into Steve’s living room. Robin has put together a new face mask recipe (“ugh, what is in this?!” “Just shut your mouth and put it on, Red.”), Eddie brings his braiding skills, and Steve provides the nail polish.

Only now, his hands shake.

It’s something he’s noticed by now. The nerve damage from fighting the bats and Vecna, the 24/7 anxiety, the brain damage, something that they faced over spring break has left him with a tremor that he can’t quite get rid of. Sometimes it’s small, sometimes it’s more noticeable, and tonight… well, it’s not great.

Robin wiggles her fingers at Steve, ready for their tradition of him painting her nails, and Steve hesitates. It’s a small thing, but his shoulders tense. He hasn’t mentioned the shaking to anyone yet, and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to get the crisp, clean paint that he used to. The tremor would make itself obvious, and he just can’t face picking up the nail polish bottle. It’s a sign of the new weakness, one that he can’t admit to others, can barely admit to himself… he can’t face being seen as weak. As flawed. As-

“Hey! Are we painting nails?! Here, lemme have a go. I haven’t done it on anyone else before, always just painted my own.” Eddie interrupts Steve's train of thought in his easy way and grabs the nail polish from just below Steve’s hand. He plops down between Steve and Robin, admiring the color the later had chosen. “Robin’s Egg Blue, very fitting, Birdie.” Eddie winks at her and starts painting, accomplishing a more polished finish than Steve was ever able to get before Spring Break.

And Steve just watches. Quiet, his hands on his knees. He watches as Eddie paints Robin’s fingernails blue, then Max’s a bright red. Eddie paints Eleven’s a deep purple shade, then gives himself a fingernail in each polish that Steve has to create a rainbow of clashing colors. Afterwards, once the paint has dried, the girls all wash their face masks off and curl up to watch the shitty movie Robin had picked.

Eddie turns to Steve then, a bright yellow shade in his hands. “Want a turn, sunshine?” Eddie must’ve seen the look on Steve’s face, the flash of pain, because his voice turns to a whisper before Steve can answer. “I can help you keep your hands steady, Stevie. Don’t worry about that. Just relax and lemme treat you to a manicure.”

Steve startles at that. He thought he'd been better at hiding it. “How did you know?“

“How wouldn’t I know, Steve?” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, a gentle but firm grip holding his fingers straight and steady. “I paid attention. I noticed. We all came away from that fight with a different scar, and we all need some extra help with different things now.” Eddie speaks as he paints, carefully brushing away any mess with the corner of his thumb. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, but I get it if you can’t tell anyone just yet. I’ll be here to help, though. Just like this. If you want it.”

Steve’s quiet still, but now in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. He’s never had anyone do… anything like this for him before. Eddie moves on to paint his other hand, and they sit in silence while the sound of the shitty rom-com washes over them, joined by the occasional giggle or mocking comment from one of the girls. Eddie does a second coat, brushes any scraps of excess paint away with an alcohol wipe, and caps the nail polish with a gentle smile.

Steve admires his nails, then glances up at Eddie, his eyes welling. “Eddie, thank you-“

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’, it’s just a paint job-“

“No really, Eddie. Thank you. For everything. For noticing. No one’s ever-“

“I’ll always notice, Stevie.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm, then turns slightly to watch the movie, his hip pressed against Steve’s.

Years later, in retrospect, Steve realizes that the spa night was the night he fell in love with Eddie Munson.

[melonalemonade]

good night

[feralsteddie]

I love punk!Steve because the idea of Eddie Munson frothing at the mouth over the fact that he thinks a punk is that hot is so hilarious. Like Eddie is just always two seconds away from starting shit because he can’t believe this guy can just walk around looking that good and have that shitty of a music taste

Meanwhile Steve is so unbothered and really could not give less of a fuck about the punk v metal war around him. He’s too busy vibing and babysitting and making sure Robin doesn’t actually drool whenever a pretty woman smiles at her. He’s completely unaware that Munson is nearly hyperventilating and being held back by Wayne and Corroded Coffin by the scruff of his neck

[mintcakeart]

Man With A Lyre by JC Leyendecker Man With A Guitar by Jam ft The Transgenderification Beam

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

the boyyyys 🥺

from bases i found on pinterest by @mellon-soup!

[princessdave]

I don’t have a catchy name for my favorite steddie trope, but it’s essentially “dammit now I’m in love with you”

Eddie thinks Steve is hot, because duh, he has eyes. But but it’s a superficial thing until The Incident. Steve does one thing, or Eddie discovers something about Steve, and suddenly his entire understanding of him is blown up and Eddie realizes Steve is his perfect man.

Example:

Eddie, to himself: wow, I’d sure love a guy who’s sensitive, good with kids, a big dork, and can slam me down big style. but where am I gonna find a guy like that?

Steve: hey Robin, I’ll be over later to talk about our feelings and be a really good friend to you after I’m done going out of my way for the kids and being a loving older brother figure. I’m endearingly supportive of their interests and secretly like nerdy stuff more than people would think

Robin: no problem Steve! I’m really excited to talk about your bisexual awakening and how you’re looking for genuine love and also to slam someone down big style

Eddie, feeling feral love goblin mode activating: oh no….

Steve: haha, yep! I sure am a real romantic looking to treat someone of any gender right and slam them down big style, in a very loving way. now I’ve gotta take off my shirt real quick for plot purposes and make a dorky joke

Eddie, brain rewired forever: dammit, now I’m in love with you

[i-watch-the-beees]

@steddie-week day 2: bittersweet

[kisinthehouse]

Thinking about him shoving me up against the wall, the music from the party still loud in our ears, kissing me desperately. We both knew that this party was going to be crazy, but we never knew it was going to be crazy to this extent. His hands are groping my thighs roughly as he drunkenly kisses down my neck and my eyes roll up to the ceiling in pleasure. My nails are raking down his biceps. The fear of someone walking out of the party to see us is hanging in the air between us, but it fades to excitement the closer we get to each other. We both give each other a tipsy smile as he starts to move my skirt further up my hips, hitching my underwear to one side before he looks back up at me,

“Let’s not make any noise, yeah?”

[ahhrenata]

x

[thevulturesquadron]

You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark