#steve plush

[kristalive]

i hate Steve......

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[hairmetal666]

Steve wins the bat plush at a fair when he's seven. He doesn't care about bats, but it's the prize for making all five baskets in the basketball game, so he gets the little bat. Its eyes are a little crooked and one wing is slightly smaller than the other, but it being lopsided sort of makes it cuter.

He and his dad, they're supposed to be going on rides now, but his dad's pager keeps going off. He puts Steve next to a funnel cake stand, tells him not to move, and goes in search of a pay phone. Fifteen minutes pass, and Steve is bored under the flashing lights and tinkling music. He wants to play not sit and wait.

Eventually, he drifts back towards the midway, watches the people rushing by, searches for a sign of his dad's return. His attention is caught by another boy at the basketball booth. He has to be about Steve's age, with a mop of dark curls on top of his head and a jean jacket that's slightly too big, sleeves flopping over his hands as he lines up his shots.

This boy, he's terrible at basketball. Every shot is too high or too short or goes wide, but he's trying. Even from this distance, Steve can see how hard he's trying. He uses up his five balls, fishes into his jacket pocket for more money, and gets five more.

He misses every shot. This time, when he goes back for more money, he comes up empty. Steve thinks he sees his lip shaking.

A man, one in a leather jacket and boots that Steve thinks look mean, comes up to the boy, drops a heavy hand on his shoulder. He's too far away to hear the conversation, assumes the boy asks to play again and the man's response is a shaken head and a tight smile. They walk away from the games, right towards Steve, who slinks back to the side of the midway, not wanting to be caught staring.

"What was it you wanted? That stupid bat? Just another piece of trash you wanna bring in my house." Steve hears as they pass.

The boy nods, but keeps his eyes down and to the side.

He feels bad then. Felt bad before, but now he looks at his own bat, at its funny eyes and poorly attached wings, and wishes he could hand it over to the boy who really wants it. Steve almost does, then, makes to go after them, but his dad appears, dropping a hand to Steve's shoulder and saying, "ready to hit those rides?" And he knows the opportunity is gone, knows his dad will say it's too soft, not what men do.

Steve manages to lose himself for a while in the swirling lights and funhouse music and carnival rides, forget about the little bat in his back pocket and the boy who wanted one so desperately. But then his dad's pager goes off some more, he goes back to the pay phone, and Steve ducks into the low brick building that houses the bathrooms.

His eyes immediately land on the same boy from the basketball game. His eyes are red, face damp, obviously from tears, and Steve just--

"Here." He shoves the bat into the boy's chest.

For a second, the brownest eyes Steve's ever seen widen at him, before narrowing in a harsh glare, the boy's teeth barred.

"Why?" He snarls.

Steve thinks he may regret every choice that led him to this but he says, he says, "Because I want you to have it."

The boy blinks a few times, hand reaching out to gently pinch the bat's smallest wing. "You sure?"

Steve nods and the bat is slowly withdrawn from his grasp.

"No takesies-backsies?"

"It's yours."

The boy looks at the bat in awe, and Steve says, "see? It already looks happier with you."

The boy's beaming smile is cut-off by a voice calling from the door, "you in there,? I ain't got time to be waiting for your boohooing."

"Coming!" The boy carefully tucks the bat into an inner pocket of his jacket. "Thank you," he whispers, eyes big and glistening and happy, before he disappears out the door.

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13 years later, give or take a few months, and Steve stands in the cracked shell of a bisected trailer, rummaging through what remains of a life well-lived, searching for anything whole. He's already found a few undamaged mugs and clean hats, but this room--it took a lot of damage. The brunt of it, really. Some sick sort of joke, after everything.

It's mostly rubble in here, scraps of fabric; slivers of notebook paper, magazine, poster; crumbled shards of vinyl and cassette plastic. A few times he comes across the disembodied limb of one of those dnd figures, and something weird happens to his throat.

In the far corner there's half of a dresser collapsed into itself, and he shuffles through the debris to see what he can find. There's something, soft and black, just the edge of it, peaking out from under half of a drawer face. He pulls it out, careful as can be and it's--it's a plush bat. It's a little dirty, but unharmed, though its eyes are a little wonky, and one wing is smaller than the other.

He holds it and he stares and he has to brace himself against the wall. It can't be--it's not the same one--but he remembers those big brown eyes and the curls and--

"Harrington," a warm, rich voice calls from what's left of the hallway. "You get lost in there?"

Eddie shuffles in, slow, careful with his crutches. And it--it took so long, months and months of convalesce and physical therapy, still physical therapy, but he's here. He's alive. He's perfect. And the something blooming between them, it's not spoken yet, but it's there, growing, and now, now--

"Oh my god, you found Lilith! I thought she was toast."

"Lilith?" He's still cradling the little lopsided bat in his hands, but moves closer to hand it over to Eddie.

"Yes, Lilith." Eddie takes the bat, presses it to his chest. "The first boy I ever loved gave her to me."

His heart turns over in his chest and when he swallows his throat clicks. Eddie doesn't notice, he's smiling softly at the bat, at Lilith, but then, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"First boy you ever loved?" He says. He thinks he sounds normal.

Somehow, Eddie's smile grows even softer. "Yeah. Roan County Fair, years ago. Tried to win her, but--" he clicks his tongue--"never had great hand-eye coordination. And then this kid just gave her to me out of nowhere. I used to think I was going to marry him."

"And now?"

Eddie laughs. "I grew up, Steve."

And for a second, he doesn't know what to say, but then, "I was right then, huh? That she'd be happier with you."

He stares at Steve, those same big brown eyes, wide and glistening. "Steve that was--Steve?" Eddie presses a hand over his mouth, overcome, before launching himself into Steve's arms. The crutches clatter to the floor, but Steve has him, will always have him, no matter what.

"I can't believe you kept her," Steve whispers.

"God, I carry her everywhere. She's Corroded Coffin's mascot, and you--Steve, I can't believe that was you."

"Surprise," he bumps Eddie's forehead with his.

They hold each other in the center of the destruction, but none of that matters right now, not when it feels like every moment since they very first met as children was leading them to this.

From the other half of the trailer, they hear footsteps, chattering, Wayne and Robin and Dustin, but Steve wants this to last a little longer.

"So, marriage...that still off the table?"

Eddie laughs softly, nuzzles his face against Steve's neck. "Are you kidding, sweetheart? No way I'm letting you go."

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Note ; I love this show

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[box-of-chaooos]

Le Poisson Steve crochet plush

[soup-bag]

PLUSHIES OF THE TRIANGLE DUDES OMG?!?!

These guys are up for purchase on my Etsy, linked below! (They will come with prints!)

[ed0gaw-a]

PYRAMID STEVE PLUSH! YAY

Bought this silly from @dipperpines-kin , on their Ko-fi store!

This Pyramid Steve plush is amazing in every way. He's soft, squishy (obviously), REALLY CUTE, small enough to stuff into your pockets elsewhere, can sit up, etc.

He's staring into my soul. I can hear the sounds of copper wires being munched within my mind. I might have to eat copper wires, too. And him. HE LOOKS SO EDIBLE ! He's a bug. I really hope I don't get an infestation...

@dipperpines-kin has been really nice in communication. I wanna keep communicating with them! Please, please check out their store. They're great at making stuff.

Also, chocolate!

5 out of 5. And I got a cool drawing!

[hedgeyart]

As of yesterday I have completed my 2023 New Years resolution of playing one point-and-click adventure game every month. I feel like I learned a lot! But more than anything, I learned that I had a Sam and Max-shaped hole in my heart that was waiting to be filled. Genuinely some of the funniest games I've ever played.

Yes I really made my own plush. No Sam isn't finished yet.

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

From Chp.24

@sapphosscribe

[onceuponymous]

Not only did I upload a bunch of TAWOG dolls to my Etsy, I also added a listing for commissioning me to make any Gumball character you want (including OCs!)

[pick-a-plush]

bumbumz jungle collection pls !! :D

Oh good idea, they’re super cute!

[kristalive]

STEVE RIGH PLUSHIE

hehe my microsteve

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Extremely specific AU concept: Chris Evans, loud and rowdy Boston guy showing up to the DMV exasperated and not feeling it only to happen upon the sweetest fucking kid working the desk, polite and professional, and actually Chris' undoing.

[dailyspiderplush]

Oh man, Spidey. You've seen better day

Extra:

Smug ass Cap

They're looking great!

Thanks for the plush request!

[lilsilly1]

Daily Luigi!

"Yello! it's-ee me again! Lil is still not at his-a prime at thee momento! so have-a me again! and ma other pals >:3"

(pls dont mind the cat fur THERE SO MUCH OF IT, look at that damn impostor)

"Lil's loves the silly poisson steve song! he so obsessed with it-a! but as long as he's-a happy I am too!"

355 days left before Mario movie

[yourresidentstanlover]

My son needed some enrichment today

[hjaopanses]

"i... am steve. steve cobs." ahh plush