#steve is an idiot

[faerieriddle]

Steve: “Is it homosexual to gaze into your homie’s eyes and see everything you could ever want?”

Robin: “Steve, my dude, what the fuck”

Eddie *lying in their shared bed*: “No, yeah, totally normal big boy, now get back in bed”

[piratefishmama]

something something medieval AU where Prince Steve is DEEPLY against an arranged marriage to someone he's never met so while lamenting his suffering while wandering the palace, he comes up with the most brilliant idea.

Fake a courting!

Only it'd have to be with someone he could never actually grow feelings for, someone who wouldnt grow feelings for him either. someone totally unrecognisable to his parents because they'd call the bluff in a heartbeat if they knew the person he was faking, so Lady Buckley was out.

So who, who could be his mysterious lady? Someone who could fake it until some other much more ideal prospect arrived? Someone who wouldnt mind that they were being used to pull the wool over the king and queen's eyes?

Someone whooo---

"Hey uh... Stable boy!" all dark brown curls full of hay and big brown eyes, soft features and lithe frame, perfect. Even more so being he was a man. Definitely wouldnt catch feelings for a man!

"Yes your highness?"

"Do you fancy helping out a prince by being a Lady for a bit?"

"....Huh?"

fool proof, absolutely fool proof plan this one.

[italiansteebie]

Steve has been flirting with Eddie relentlessly, and apparently everyone notices except Eddie.

So, after months of trying to get Eddie’s attention to no avail, he gives up and pulls away. Completely.

And it leave’s Eddie reeling. What did he do? He thought they were friends! Then all of a sudden the guy won’t even look at him. He gets his feelings hurt, and he gets mean. It’s a defense mechanism he’s not proud of. 

They're sitting in Steve’s house, as he so graciously lets Eddie host Hellfire in his Living Room and Dustin’s been jabbering away about how they should make an NPC for Steve in their next campaign. Eddie doesn’t get it. Steve won’t even talk to him anymore so why the hell would he include the guy in his game? In his storyline. So he scoffs, cutting Dustin off.

“What’s he gonna do? Stand there and look pretty? That’s all he’s good for anyways.” He mutters the last part, but clearly not quiet enough because the look on Steve’s face is absolutely distraught. Everyone’s looking at him now, “What?” He snaps. Most of them turn away, watching Steve as he climbs the stairs and locks himself in his room. 

“Dude. What the fuck?” Dustin shouts, not even bothering to censor himself. “What?” He finds himself asking, he didn’t expect Dustin to take Steve’s side. “Why would you say that? Steve is like… Super insecure.” Eddie shrugs, “Maybe I would have found that out if he didn’t start fucking ignoring me?” 

This catches Robin’s attention. She had followed Steve upstairs and was trying to talk to him through the door, but down she was bounding down, marching towards Eddie with a look on her face he’d never seen before. “Ignore you? Eddie, you might be the dumbest person on the planet.” She was positively growling at him. 

“Yeah! Bucks, ignoring me! We were friends! Nd all of a sudden, poof!” He was confused, why was everyone blaming him for this? 

Robin groaned, “He. Liked. You. You fucking idiot,” She stabbed him in the chest with her finger, annunciating her words with it. And that. That sent Eddie into another dimension. “No, he didn’t. Steve is straight.” He said, more trying to convince himself that he didn’t just fuck himself over, than as a statement. 

Robin’s face softened. “Dude. You are, so… Ugh. Just… go talk to him.” She shoved Eddie in the direction of the stairs. 

He was face to face with Steve’s door, he knocked softly. “I’m okay, Robs. I’m just giving them some space.” He could hear the tears that clogged up Steve’s throat. He cleared his own before softly saying, “It’s Eddie. I- I want to apologize.” He could hear fumbling around before the door clicked open. If hearing Steve cry wasn’t enough, seeing the tear streaks on his face tore his heart in half. “Oh, Steve.” He whispered, cursing himself. Steve waved a hand, “It’s okay, Eddie, I get it. You don’t like me, it’s fine. I’ll be okay.” His voice was wobbly, and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else than talking to Eddie right now. Eddie scrubbed a hand over his face, “I fucked up really bad, Steve.” He sighed. 

“I do like you. I thought you started ignoring me, I thought, maybe. I dunno. That you hated me again.”

“Eddie, I never hated you. Literally ever. Even in highschool I thought you were like, the coolest. I tried to get Tommy H. to leave you alone, but he-” Steve swallowed hard, “He threatened to out me, if I kept trying to protect you, I couldn’t- My dad, he… Yeah.” And suddenly Eddie remembers the terrified look on Steve’s face every time they walked past, he thought it was about him, not for him. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really shouldn't have said that, and I don’t really think it’s true… I just. When you just up and started ignoring me, I got defensive.”

Steve looked at him, “I wasn’t ignoring you, I was- I was giving you space! Eddie. I’ve been, flirting with you for months and-” 

“You were flirting with me?”

“Yes! Eddie! That, what do you think I meant when I said Tommy H. would out me? God! I thought you didn't like me! I was taking the hint! I was… Giving you space,”

Eddie slapped a hand over his face. “I’m so dumb,” “No, Eddie…” “Steve. I had no idea you were flirting with me, I didn't even know you’re queer until two minutes ago! God… I’m so sorry.”

Steve just looked at him before cracking a smile, “Wow, Eds. You really are clueless.” Eddie giggled, “So I’ve heard.” He grabbed Steve’s hand. “I really am sorry though. I’m not good with emotions, or people… Can we try again?” Steve nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips, “Yeah, we can try again.” 

“I’m Eddie, I think you’re the hottest, most precious, thing I’ve ever seen. Wanna go on a date?”

“I’m Steve, your hair is prettier than mine and I wanna spend every waking moment with you. I would love to go on a date.” 

They returned downstairs, hand in hand, with matching smiles. Robin grinned at them, “So, Eddie. I see you’ve stopped being an idiot.” A dopey grin spread across his face, “Yeah,” He drawled, turning to Steve, looking at him like he hung the stars themselves. Steve returned the look right back. 

They were broken apart by a loud groan. “Now we gotta deal with that? Ugh. Go back to being stupid!” Erica teased, her tone was light. The group laughed at that, happy to have the tension in the house gone. “Alright! Let's play some DnD!” Dustin cheered. Eddie scoffed. 

“What is this? A movie? The campaign isn’t even finished being written!”

[unwillingwriter]

Tornado Grace Williams

Summary: Grace Catches Wind that a certain woman is staying over at Steve’s house and isn’t happy about it. No one’s in Danno corner but Danno. But so is Grace. And Grace isn’t gonna allow her dad to get hurt cause her other dad wants to play stupid.

—-

Steve was in the middle of eating breakfast when Grace walked into his kitchen sitting across from him at the table throwing down her school bag on top, her arms crossed and without having to look under he knows she has one leg over the other .

She pins Steve with the ‘Danny look’ her nose scrunched and flared, a raging storm in her brown eyes, her tan cheeks a soft red. Steve has a sneaky feeling that he’s in trouble with the little one he watched grow up. The longer the silence stretched the more Grace looked as if she was losing patience, and the more she looked like her father when he’s gonna blow a fuse.

Steve opens his mouth but Grace cuts her off, just like her dad.

“What’s the matter with you?” Is the first thing that comes out her mouth.

What?. Steve puts his spoon down into his bowl of cereal looking at her with confusion.

“Have you learned nothing?, are you seriously that stupid!?” Now she was raising her voice

“Grace—“

“Cause if you hurt my Danno By taking her back I swear to you Steven McGarrett I’m telling my aunty— I may not be a rat— but I am if my dads feelings are involved!”

“Grace wait—“

“I know you’re letting her stay here—“

“Sweetheart—“

“And Danno said it was fine because you two are friends still but I don’t care, she could’ve stayed at a hotel, Hawaii has a lot !!”

“Grace Breathe—“

“Don’t leave my dad for her!” She snaps her hands slamming on the table as she shoots up from her chair knocking it back glaring at Steve, leaving Steve shocked. Grace had tears in her eyes, a light tremble happening through her body.

Steve stays quiet.

“Don’t leave him like mom did… don’t throw him away like grandma did when she found out he was bi, don’t do that! My dad is worth more than some hussy who just uses you and abandons you when she finishes with you! When she takes everything again! My dad is worth the love and time! So please, please don’t let her steal you from him. Please…”

And now she was crying, body trembling as she kept her stare firm.

“Gracie” Steve starts off soft, as if She was eleven again. And not eighteen

“Don’t hurt him, ‘cause if you do I will never forgive you. Danno puts his all when it comes to love. And he loves you Dad, he loves you so much that he’s allowing you to let Catherine stay here even though it bothers him.”

Steve opens and closes his mouth. Then opens again.

“Sweetheart, no one. And I promise you this. No one can replace your dad.”

“Yeah?, prove it by making her leave. This is yours and Dads house, not just yours anymore. So the decisions you make, you also have to make with him. Not just a one man choice”

“Grace”

“No one is ever in Danno’s corner but Danno. He forgets that I’m in his corner too and I’m not going anywhere, so I’m telling you to pull your head out your ass and clean the crap out your eyes and see what you’re doing, what she’s doing”

Grace snatches up her bag, picking up the chair and pushing in her chair leaving.

Steve flinches when he hears the door slam. Grace looked like her mother.

But had Daniels Spirit through and through. Stick up for the little man spirit.

And at this moment Danny was the little man and Grace was his biggest defender.

[n4tek]

Obligatory Stevie Fanart 🙌

[autumnsugarbaker]

Peggy: *Sees someone doing something stupid*

Peggy: What an idiot.

Peggy: *Realizes it’s Steve*

Peggy: Wait… that’s MY idiot!

[joehawke]

Hey Stephen Drabble

Or: a shittily written Drabble written at 2am loosely based on Eddie writing the song Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift.

Or: Taylor swift x steddie? Count me in.

There’s things that Eddie likes to keep to himself, locked away in a box that’s lost it’s key; things even Wayne and the boys don’t know. Stupid things like how he doesn’t entirely know how to swim, just figured doggy paddling would be enough (and can you blame him? His parents were never around to teach him, and it’s not like the trailer park had a pool and you wouldn’t catch him dead at Hawkin’s community pool), or the way he secretly binges cheesy romantic comedies when Wayne’s on a night shift, because can you blame him? He’s a hopeless romantic at heart. Stupid things really.

So despite the heavy metal front that Eddie tends to put in place when it comes to writing for corroded coffin, he has one more secret that he likes to keep sealed in his box of classified information if you will; he’s a sucker for a good love song. And listen, don’t get him wrong, he’s well aware that some of the best metal artists of all time have written some of the most beautiful love ballads, but there’s something just so intimately soft and sweet about a basic slow love song. Sue him. So yeah, what if he has an entirely separate song notebook filled to the brim with easy chord progressions and cheesy soft melodies? He’s just a guy. In all fairness, in all honesty and retrospect, he hasn’t touched that stupid journal in a little over a year, what with the whole end of the world-inner dimension to hell thing, and he had figured he wouldn’t come close to opening it’s broken spine in awhile, but one Steve Harrington makes it almost impossible to leave it to sit and collect dust on his shelf like he had planned.

He’s been back from the hospital for a little over two weeks now, resigned to strict bed rest since leaving the dingy corridor that was the government “suite” in the hospital (also known as the basement wing, and isn’t that sweet of them), and despite his best efforts at attempting to be a big boy and be alone, Harrington hasn’t stopped playing nurse. Steve Harrington, dethroned King of Hawkins High, has basically set up shelter in the Munson’s humble abode (thank you government hush money).

Eddie’s a simple guy, he can’t complain if Steve wants to play nurse, he can however fuss about the stupid butterflies that have built cocoons in his stomach for the last month. Which leaves him to now.

It took some convincing, but after almost an hour of Eddie attempting to compel Steve to leave and go check up on the others, and with Wayne at work, Eddie’s finally got the house to himself. Despite Steve’s persistent voice in the back of Eddie’s head telling him to stay put on the couch so you don’t rip your stitches, I’ll be back in less than two hours. I mean it Eddie, Eddie crutches over to his bedroom diligently, careful not to let his crutch get stuck on wadded up clothes (and yeah, Eddie’s surprised Steve hasn’t started doing his laundry yet at the rate he’s been playing mommy). He sits on the floor near one of his basket made bookshelf’s and rummages through for his notebook. When he finds the one he wants, he flips through steadily with his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he looks for a blank page and a pen. He’s had this itch in the back of his mind (or heart?) for the last month now, and it heavily revolves around Steve Harrington’s lips. But because that’s impossible, he does the next best thing. He writes.

He’s not even sure how long he sits on his dirty floor writing away and strumming chords on his guitar before he hears the familiar cut off of Steve’s beemer pull up. Eddie quickly curses to himself before getting up so fast Steve would have an aneurysm had he seen him, quickly crutching back to the couch. He barely makes it in time before he hears the sound of Steve’s key in the door (Steve’s key. Steve’s key. What is Eddie’s life.)

“Hey Eds.” Steve says as he takes in Eddie on the couch. And isn’t that something; Eds. Eddie had to bite back a literal purr the first time Steve had called him that.

“Hey Stevie,” Eddie replies, careful not to give himself away. Steve eyes him carefully, like he can see right through Eddie. “So how are the others?”

“Good. Yeah. What’s up with you?” Steve asks, his brows furrowing as a small questionable grin places itself on his mouth. Eddie waves his hand in dismissal, failing miserably at being stealthy. (And since when was Eddie a bad liar? The man tells stories basically for a living. But can you blame him when Steve is looking at him like that?).

“Nothing! Just uh - hungry. You did tell me not to move a muscle Harrington, remember that conversation when you left me to fend for my poor old self?” Eddie says dramatically, giving Steve puppy eyes. Eddie watches as Steve suppresses an eye roll.

“I made lasagna last night to heat up for tonight” Steve says, and huh, when did Eddie miss that?

“Right. Of course you did”

“I’m going to go wash up and I’ll be back to plate up some dishes for us, okay?” Steve says, before heading back to the opposite end of the apartment. Eddie sighs in relief as he finally allows himself to slump back against the couch.

After Steve washes his hands, he heads into Eddie’s room, shucking off his jeans to put on a pair of sweats. He reaches down to retrieve his car keys in his pocket, when he comes eye to eye with one of Eddie’s open notebooks. And huh. That wasn’t there when he left. He picks it up, going to close it, when he sees his name. Look, Steve knows he shouldn’t snoop, he’s well aware actually, but you can’t blame him when his name is written in bold curly letters.

Steve knows he should stop reading, knows this is personal, but the lyrics have his heart lodged into his throat and he can’t bring himself to look away.

“— you might have me believing I don't always have to be alone. 'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel, Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you. Can't help it if there's no one else, Mmm, I can't help myself.

Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling, So I've got some things to say to you (ha) I've seen it all, so I thought, But I never seen nobody shine the way you do. The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name, It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change.

Steve’s breath hitches at the lyrics written down, of what he can only assume as the mention of what he saw in the upside down and how Eddie’s thoughts still somehow manage to correlate to Steve.

Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving? I think you and I should stay the same, 'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel, Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you. Can't help it if there's no one else. Mmm, I can't help myself

Tears well up in Steve’s eyes as he reads the meaning behind the first sentence, and then the meaning behind every one after that. He brings his free hand up to his mouth as he continues to read.

They're dimming the street lights, You're perfect for me. Why aren't you here tonight? I'm waiting alone now, So come on and come out and pull me near And shine, shine, shine

Hey Stephen, I could give you 50 reasons why I should be the one you choose. All those other girls, well, they're beautiful, But would they write a song for you? (Ha-ha)

I can't help it if you look like an angel, Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so, Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you, Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself If you look like an angel, Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm I can't help myself. Myself

Can't help myself, I can't help myself

Oh, oh, oh”

Steve didn’t even hear Eddie’s crutches as Eddie makes his way into the room. Steve looks up just in time to see the ghostly look on Eddie’s face.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks, harsher than he means to, and maybe it’s the way Steve stands there speechless, or the tears in his eyes as he looks up from the words on the paper, but Eddie cringes in to himself. Steve must thing he’s a freak, and Eddie doesn’t blame him, if the shoe fits and all.

“I - Eddie -“ Steve stutters out, gripping the notebook tighter.

“Just - just save it. I’m a freak, I get it okay. Can we please just forget about this” Eddie asks, leaning on his crutches for support as he walks farther into the room before snatching the book away from Steve’s vice. Steve flinches slightly, before nodding, and Eddie just barely misses the tear that cascades down Steve’s cheek, and if this were any other scenario, Eddie would wrap his palms around Steve’s cheeks, wiping away the salty storm with the pads of his thumbs, but this isn’t any other scenario and Steve probably hates him now.

Eddie shoves the notebook under his pillow hastily before sitting down on his bed in a slump, looking anywhere but at Steve. He sees Steve go to move before he hears him.

“I uh - I gotta go. Wayne’s almost home” Steve mumbles out, before rushing out the door. Eddie hears the faint click of the front door open and shut and listens as Steve’s beemer pulls out of the lot.

Fuck.

I got tired and couldn’t finish, do I do a part two?

[sarahmadisonxoxo]

There is a special place in my heart for get together stories. Especially the ones that have some sort of angst caused by miscommunication or misunderstanding. My heart breaks in the moments one of them is convinced the other could never see them as anything other than an acquaintance or friend.

Steve when he’s so completely convinced Eddie wouldn’t ever want a preppy ex jock. Someone who through the years has been so broken down by endless traumatic events , or things Steve sees as flaws.

Or when Eddie is convinced Steve’s the straightest guy in Hawkins. That somehow even if by the grace of god Steve wasn’t completely straight, that he wouldn’t want the town pariah. Any interest Steve would show immediately would be written off as Steve experimenting.

I absolutely adore watching these morons dance around the subject.

Steve going as far as to set himself up to be mocked for his ideas of a date night. Purposefully making bad decisions. Meanwhile, as hard as Eddie tries not to his mocking slowly morphs into giving suggestions. Seeing himself in those scenarios with Steve, vicariously living through the movie playing in his head.

It turns into them casually showing off their ideas of dates. ‘Platonically’ taking each other through the motions insisting criticizing each others tactics would give them a better edge in keeping a partner.

Steve and Eddie wind up staring longingly at each other though most of the moments..

They are so dense. I need them to be blind to just how obvious it is. The almost perfect moments. Every little brush of shoulders, every almost kiss.

I honestly just need Murray to be the one that points it out. They deny it. Life goes on.

Eventually they see it… and have their happy ending. If Robin isn’t beyond fed up by the time they realize it though is it really even real?

[pan-demigirl]

Peter: HelLo feLlOW HoOOOOManssSs

Harley: HiiIIiiIi PetEr

Steve: I got! I got! I understood that reference!

Tony trying not to sigh because he is a supportive husband: Great job Babe

[faerieriddle]

Sometimes he’d look at him with this glint in his eyes. This frightening unknown glint in his black eyes, it called to Steve like a beacon tower on a stormy, rocky shore. It made him feel like he was drowning. Then there were other times Eddie would look at him with expectations Steve didn’t know how to meet. He’d coo “pretty boy” and “his highness” with a mocking tilt that left Steve’s brain itching and his hands grasping empty air. It scared Steve so much. Not because he’d never felt this way for a boy before. A very pretty boy at that. No, the problem was that it came naturally to Eddie. He made you feel special with lingering touches, softly spoken nicknames, and pointed questions. It was just how he was and it drove Steve insane. Eddie was so fucking tempting in all the ways that made Steve’s chest ache. Eddie gave out love so easily. Love that Steve craved. Love that left Steve feel like a man starving stranded in a desert. But Steve knew that love wasn’t for Steve. Not in the way he wanted it to be.

Part two

[naceslibrary]

Hey, Stancy fam! So, I made a little somethin’ somethin’ for our ambiguous little lovebirds! 🤣😍Hope y’all enjoy! ❤️https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5sPpbomdH6afudys3WQj3b?si=8fVKQoqLQA2tBtAuOWaXzQ

[unwillingwriter]

Debt (McDanno)

Summary: Steve of course is a reckless moron and falls in the field, Daniel Is worried.

A/N: On my A03 with Pt. 2 attached

--

He saw when life left those ocean-blue eyes, he saw the moment his chest stopped moving up and down. He felt when his heart stopped beneath his heavy pale blemished hands trying his best to stop the red river that was pouring from the SEAL front trying to keep his breathing steady looking straight at those lifeless eyes staring at the hole in the roof of the warehouse they were in, the moonlight laying perfectly on the fallen soldier as if the gods and spirits of Hawaii were helping– taking Steve to the other side to help him greet his dead parents and reunite them– no that wasn't what Daniel wanted- they didn't deserve to have their son yet after all the abandonment all the pain they put him through. The pain they put Mary through.

The cruel thought hit Danny like a title wave crashing against the rocks of his brain– the rocks that were like a barrier that was supposed to protect him from what little specks of a few more traumatic experiences, come to threaten him and his already bruised sanity. Mary lost her final family member – no! No!-- Danny wasn't gonna be the one that tells her because Danny wouldn't have to. He's gonna make sure that blonde who became like his very own little sister doesn't carry the pain of loss yet again. Daniel refuses. Beads of sweat run down his forehead as he makes his last decision – his body is gonna hate him for this; but the adrenaline that was shooting up his spine and through his legs as if he never got that injury in his knee came to his aid– he won't feel the punishment of Steves weight till much later. His body felt as if it was 15 again– running and racing Steve through Jersey.

“Sorry babe, I'm gonna have to move you ‘cause the damn medics are taking too long,” Daniel says as if the man was only unconscious-- denial is Danny's norm. He carefully lifts Steves's arm and wraps it around his neck as he hooks his arm under Steve’s cargo pants-wearing legs. “Bear with me ocean tide and please don't cross that water– tell the water goddess I said no… Please.” Danny must sound crazy talking to a dead body that can't even hear him. The Italian takes a deep breath using all the strength in his legs to push himself off the ground and 235 pounds of pure muscle and dead weight along with him. Speed walking to the entrance. No one was with them– and this is why Danny always stresses to Steve they need to wait for the others, for backup. This is exactly why. They're both fucking idiots, two big idiots who can't seem to not get shot. A loud-ass Jersey man and a stubborn Navy SEAL, ahh yes govener they make a great team they won't get into so much trouble oh no no nooooo they'll be just fine.

She's an idiot also. Daniel mocked in his head bitterly– making it pass the door. Danny carrying Steve bridal style was something he could never image, it was actually a funny sight– minus the fact he was dead at the moment. Danny walks over to Steve's perfectly unscratched truck as his own car was on fire-- why is it always his car?!.

He opens the back door carefully setting him on the Seats properly laying him out, Daniel mumbling to himself that he's okay that he's gonna be fine. He knew he was saying that to comfort himself. Danny presses a swift kiss on his commander's forehead pushing himself out the back and heading to the driver's side shutting Steves's door– the rare times Danny is thankful for the caveman leaving his keys in the engine. He drives out towards the hospital, speeding down the road. Danny can afford a speeding ticket. He informs Kono, Chin, Tani, Adam, and Junior of the situation. Tani, Adam, and Junior agreed to go to the crime scene as the cousins agreed to meet Danny at the hospital.

Never in a million years did Danny think his old team would meet the new one.

—

Danny sat in the waiting room, Kono was somewhere getting the blonde some coffee as Chin had basically dragged the Jersey man by his collar to get him checked out– didn't matter how many times Danny explained to the man that all the blood he saw belonged to Steve and Steve alone the Hawaiian insisted that he got checked up or else Chin will carry him like a toddler who doesn't want to go to the doctor. “Chin, I'm fine, I just want to sit down. Please?.” The Hawaiian gave Danny a look- a look Danny both missed and loathed, the look of understanding and mother hen. Chin didn't loosen his grip on the blond's arm. “On the outside you're fine, it's in here that you're not brah,” Chin says using his free hand to tap on Danny's forehead– he hated how it always seemed as if Chin can see through you– see your soul and read it– see the fractures in your mind– the emotional scars on your heart. Danny hated it.

So here he was after being forcefully checked on– in the waiting room, hoping for good news. Chin was checking in with the doctors to see if there was any progress. Kono returned with the coffee plopping down next to the distressed blonde-- she can see it in his eyes but she doesn't point it out– there was no point– Danny knew he looked like shit. Kono passed the detective his coffee, laying her head against his shoulder and gently rubbing his arm. “He's gonna be okay Danny, you know how stubborn he is,” she says softly after a bit as he drinks the dark liquid letting it burn his throat out of punishment for allowing his partner to die for failing to protect him. “Everyone's luck dies out one way or another Sea breeze,” Danny says quietly so he doesn't disturb the other visitors.

Kono smiled slightly at the nickname, it's been a long time since he had said it. God, she missed her two big idiots so much... Her ohana.

“He's strong Danny… He’ll pull through, cause he has a loving blonde to come back to.” She lightly teased-- even though her and Chin were gone, Danny had texted her and told her about how he had gained the courage to ask the SEAL out, right after she had called her cousin screaming how Chin owed her 50 bucks and that she knew it would be Danny who'd ask. She also knew about the ring Danny had. That's why she came back to Hawaii in the first place.

Danny was gonna propose to Steve next week. So the SEAL better come back to them or else Kono is gonna rip his soul back to his body and then kill him herself.

[stupidfreakingthoughts]

i hate how robin is totally just being friendly and steve takes it as flirting like SIR SHE IS LITERALLY SO GAY PLEASE

[autumnsugarbaker]

Peggy: I’ve been dropping him the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Steve: Wow, he sounds stupid.

Peggy: But he’s not. He’s really smart actually. Just dense.

Steve: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey, I love you.”

Peggy: I guess you’re right. Hey Steve, I love you.

Steve: See, just say that.

Peggy: Holy fucking shit.

Steve: If that flies over his head then, sorry Peggy, but he’s too dumb for you.

Peggy: Steve.

[supernxtural1]

So Steve can beat the fuck out of a big ass demogorgan and demobats but he cant fight people the same size as him and smaller without getting his ass handed to him?

Oddly enough it makes sense.

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve wearing a ring Eddie gifts him as a joke (so he can be less prep/more cool) except Steve ends up wearing it all the time.

Something happens-- Eddie misplaces or otherwise forgets his rings one night, and ends up having to go about the day without them.

He's so used to spinning and fidgeting with them that he feels practically naked. Keeps touching his bare fingers and wincing.

Without asking and mid conversation with Robin, Steve offerings him not Steve's own ring, but his entire hand.

Just gives his hand over to Eddie, an intrusive thought he followed without sparing so much as a second to think it through.

(Eddie plays with the ring on Steve's finger anyway, trying not to blush about it, but very much needing the distraction. )

Robin calls them out about ten minutes in, asking why Steve didn't just take the ring off. 

“Oh. I didn't think about that. Sorry Eddie.” 

“Don't apologize man, this is better."

Steve nods like that makes perfect sense, and Eddie refuses to elaborate further.

Robin wants to choke them both because they're fucking romance-blind idiots.