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Eddie: Hypothetically speaking, if I needed an alibi, let’s say, for last Saturday, how willing would you be to lie to the authorities on my behalf?
Steve: What the hell did you do?
Eddie: I said hypothetically speaking.
Steve: What. Did. You. Do?
Eddie: …
Eddie: So, I might have stolen Jason Carver’s dog.
Eddie, starting a new campaign: Alright, listen up you little shits.
Eddie: Not you, Steve. You're an angel and we're thrilled you're here.
tmi stands for tell me immediately
Warning: Steve feeling like he can't say no to sex and having it without really wanting to
Steve knew he had a reputation. If he was a girl, he'd be labeled easy. Gagging for it. Slutty. But no one called him a slut. Not to his face, anyway. Instead he got clapped on the back by the boys on the team and told how lucky he was. They thought it was funny to leave condoms in his locker and make bets about whether or not Steve would knock somebody up before he graduated.
It was fun, at first. He liked sex, obviously. He liked how it felt to be close to a girl, the smell of her perfume, the brush of her hair against his skin, her moans and sighs when he touched her right. He liked the satisfaction that came with making someone feel good. He'd felt proud the first time a girl wanted him to be her first. Like he’d earned her trust.
Somewhere along the way, it started feeling less like girls wanted him, and more like they wanted the Steve Harrington Experience. For Steve to show them a good time, so they could brag to their friends about the size of his dick or how many times he made them come. They stopped wanting to go on dates with him. He'd be at a party and a girl would come up to him, start making excuses to touch his arms or his hair, press in close and giggle, and eventually whisper in his ear to take them upstairs.
He couldn't turn a girl down in front of his friends, not when she was so obviously offering sex. They'd never let it go if he did. He could already hear the jokes: looks like Steve's off his game or did you finally catch something, Harrington, or worst of all you aren't some kind of fag now, are you?
So he took them upstairs, and he fucked them, and he made sure they enjoyed it, and then they'd maybe cuddle with him for a few minutes before they went back downstairs to tell their friends. It's not like they were forcing him or anything—he could have said no, he just didn't—but it didn't feel good anymore. He felt gross. He felt used.
That's why it hurt so much when Eddie started coming on to him. He'd thought Eddie was his friend. He'd thought them coming out to each other was bonding, not Eddie trying to get a read on him. If the hangouts, the jokes, the way Eddie always looked pleased to see him—if all that was just to get in Steve's pants, to take him for a ride, well. It was unnecessary, first of all. Everyone knew Steve would fuck just about anybody who asked. Eddie didn't have to pretend to like him. Steve would prefer if he didn't, because this hurt so much more than getting blatantly propositioned at a party.
#waynewednesday
Wayne is 26 when his kid brother becomes a father. When he holds Eddie for the first time and promises to do better by him than he managed for Al.
At 32, he steps in to keep Eddie from breaking to pieces after Liz died. Only for Al to get territorial and send him away.
He’s 37 when Eddie shows up on his doorstep with his things shoved in a black trash bag, now Al’s got his third strike. It takes nearly a whole year for Eddie to get comfortable, only for it all to be undone two years later when Al makes parole and acts like nothing changed.
When Eddie’s 17, Wayne finally gets his boy back. It means he’s there to hold him as he rages and cries his heart out over being held back. There to tell him that sticking it out and really trying is what matters, even if he needs more time.
Wayne cries his own eyes out two years later when he nearly loses Eddie for good.
Later that year, his close eye on Eddie even closer as he heals, Wayne sees just how close the Harrington boy has gotten. Sees how protective Steve is of Eddie. How he looks at him like he’s precious.
He sees how Eddie reaches for him like he knows he’ll be there.
He sees that Steve always is.
Wayne is 50 when he spots one of Eddie’s rings on Steve’s finger. When he asks, Eddie mumbles, “We made it as official as we can.”
They hug and Wayne tells him how happy he is for them. “You chose well,” he says softly against his hair.
At 55, Wayne’s knees hurt and his back hurts, his body tired after years at the plant. But it doesn’t bother him. He still gets down on the floor to play with his granddaughter, the adoption paperwork finally complete now Rosie’s three.
She’s gonna keep him young, he can tell.
Dustin (unable to be subtle), the second he figures out Eddie is supernatural: Oh my GOD! *looks at Steve* You’re in love with a WEREWOLF?
Steve: *to Eddie* You’re a WEREWOLF??
Eddie: Well, I’m actually a vampire
Steve: Oh…
Eddie:
Dustin:
Steve:
Eddie: oh my god you’RE IN LOVE WITH ME??
More Spidey AU because I have free will, enter Robin!
alright you fiends you can have some more
I decided I'd be the slightest bit original and dump them into the X-men universe, since all the au's I've read are Avengers.
(I recently saw Quinn shoveling cereal into his mouth in Fantastic 4 and now I want to know if it's a thing he always tries to do in movies)
(also Max and El as Negasonic and Yukio because my AU my rules)
You Reserve the Right to Evolve
Dear Younger Me,
Brace yourself.
One day, you're going to change your mind about something you once defended with your whole chest. When that day comes, you're going to think the sky will fall. Trust me, it won't.
Right now, you believe changing your mind is a sign of weakness. You think once you say something out loud, you must defend it forever. You think that if you switch lanes, people will whisper.
Well...I say let them. You are not a contract. You are allowed to change your mind, and you will have many chances to practice that.
You will choose a career and later realise it no longer fits the woman you are becoming. You will hold opinions tightly and then life will laugh softly and prove you wrong. You will commit to certain dreams, and later dream bigger ones. You will pour into friendships and later accept that not everyone is meant to stay.
Each time this shift happens, it will shake you. But growth is uncomfortable and it stretches you beyond who you used to be. You will outgrow people, places, and versions of yourself - that's just part of life. You are not a sellout, nor a hypocrite. You are growing.
Adulthood is not about planting your flag and guarding it for life. It's about having the courage to move it when wisdom demands it. And I wish I could tattoo this next nugget on your forehead so you never forget: your life is not a public performance, you do not owe the world a permanent position statement. You owe yourself alignment.
So change your mind. Change it when your peace depends on it. Do not hold yourself hostage to a contract you never signed.
You are allowed to evolve.
With love,
Your older, softer, still-learning self
Source: You Reserve the Right to Evolve
Reblogging for everyone else that needed to read this in their own voice.
Lizzy loves staring at her daddymama
When your partner just popped out your second baby but your first suddenly gets sick
A regional manager of Scoops Ahoy took one look at newly hired Steve (fresh highlights in his hair, lipgloss on) and said: do you want to participate in Scoops Ahoy yearly charity calendar? (said calendar did not exist until a second ago)(it will be wildly successful and reprinted for many years)
Sometime later one Eddie Munson finds the calendar at some underground queer bookshop in Indianapolis and almost dies from lust-induced nose bleed
Robin is NOT dating Steve Harrington and she wishes people would stop asking her if she is.
She is, however, spending her entire lunch break sitting on the hood of Steve's car basking in the sunlight and eating a meal he made her.
Steve Harrington is NOT Robin's boyfriend and she does not understand why people keep asking if he is.
He is, however, walking into her homeroom with the trumpet she forgot in his car, interrupting her conversation and drumming his fingers on her desk like, "Rob-magnetooooo, forget something? And speaking of magnets and forgetting, can you...."
"Give Dustin the bag of magnets you told him not to leave in your car and he did anyways?"
"Yes," He says with gravity. "All of his friends wear the same cologne and they wear too much of it. It's nauseating."
"Fine," She sighs. "I'll endure since you're such a big baby."
"Yeahhh, but I’m your big baby," Steve jokes, shooting her finger guns as he leaves. "You're the best, Rob. See you at lunch."
Robin turns back to her conversation and gets hit with, "Is he your boyfriend?"
"WHY DOES-"
*The Squawk basement*
S: -You got that? Eddie? EDDIE! Saddle up, let's go!
E: Whu- Yeah, yeah. Uh huh.
S: Did you nap through the entire plan?
E: Mm. I had this weird dream where Steve Harrington told me to 'saddle up'
S: Jesus Christ, you don't have any idea what you're doing, do you?
E: I can always improvise, dooon't worry-
S: 'Cus that worked out so well for you last time.
E: Ouch, alright, alright. What I gotta do?
Si: You're dropping 4 of us off at the east side of the library, by the gelato store, in your van, in two hours.
E: And then?
S: That's it. Y'know, you could have more of an active role if you tried giving a shit first.
E: *grinning* I'm plenty active in my role. Best put your chaps on, Big Boy.
S: What?
E: *heading up the stairs* Wouldn't want it to chafe now, would we?
S: *To Robin* What the hell is he talking about?"
R: *Shrugs, aware of Eddie's huge, disgusting crush* Not my area.
D: Ugh, I just got it. You told him to saddle up. Cowboys wear chaps. He was making a joke about you uh, riding- hughh *shivers*
S: Whu- he what? That's- and don't 'ugh' Dustin.
D+R: Huh??
S: I mean, if Eddie - because we know Eddie is... Just be respectful. Don't 'ugh'.
R: Kinda sounds like you're defending your right to ride, Steve. Which we totally support, don't we, Dingus Jr?
D: *#1 shit eating grin* Absolutely.
S: Oh my god, NO! Jesus, I can't win, can I?
R: Sure you can. Hold on long enough, buckeroo, and Eddie's sure to give you a winning prize
That video where the woman says her boyfriend is about to talk about his nerdy collection except it's Eddie talking to Corroded Coffin before Steve comes to one of their practices/hang outs saying, "Listen up, my boyfriend is coming tonight and he's probably going to make some sports references you don't understand and you better be nice to him or you'll have to start drafting up new characters for Hellfire."
The whole time Steve is talking to them, Eddie is stood slightly behind him giving them a warning glare. And everytime he excitedly brings up something they aren't familiar with, Eddie makes a threatening gesture, such as mouthing 'your character' and dragging a finger across his throat.
thinking about that one HC of eddie being originally from appalachia before moving to hawkins and steve going absolutely feral every time the accent slips out, so here’s a tiny ficlet about steve realizing it’s basically his kryptonite
They’re in the horror aisle at Family Video, doing what they always do when it’s dead: finding the worst covers known to man.
Robin holds one up that looks like it was drawn in crayon. “This one,” she announces, “is a crime.”
Eddie barks out a laugh. “Lord, have mercy,” he says, and it rolls out of him warm and thick, a little different than usual.
Steve freezes.
He’s heard Eddie talk a million times. Ranting, scheming, flirting, yelling over amps. But this is… softer. Rounder. It hits his ears and lights up some stupid part of his brain like, oh. Oh, that’s new.
“Okay, where the hell did that come from?” Steve blurts.
Eddie blinks. “What?”
“That.” Steve points at him like he’s just witnessed a crime. “You sounded like, like a whole other guy for a second.”
Color crawls up Eddie’s neck. He shrugs one shoulder, all defensive and twitchy. “Nowhere. Hush.”
“No.” Steve is immediately, deeply annoying about it. “Absolutely not. Say it again.”
“Not a chance, Harrington.” Eddie shoves a VHS into his chest. “Go alphabetize something.”
“Robin,” Steve whines, turning on her like a traitor witness. “Did you hear that? He did a voice.”
“Oh, yeah,” she says, gleeful. “Country boy jumped out.”
Eddie groans, shoving his hair back. “I hate both of you,” he lies, and stalks off down the aisle.
Steve follows, grinning, tossing movies back on the shelf. “C’mon, just one more ‘Lord, have mercy.’ Just for me. Just a little one.”
“Drop it, Steve.”
He does not drop it.
By the time they close up, Steve’s said “Lord, have mercy” in three different terrible impressions, and Eddie’s told him to shut up in at least five creative ways. The accent doesn’t come back, though, and Steve goes home weirdly, stupidly disappointed about it.
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Later, they’re at the trailer, door propped open to let in the night air. Some crappy late-night talk show mumbles on the TV, volume low. They’re half lying, half sliding off the couch, feet tangled on the coffee table.
Eddie’s flipping through a battered magazine. Steve’s not even pretending to do anything else; he’s just watching him.
“You’re staring,” Eddie says without looking up.
“You’re avoiding,” Steve shoots back. “Say it again.”
Eddie drops the magazine onto his face for a second like he wishes for death. “You are so persistent.”
“Yes,” Steve says. “I am. We’ve established this.”
Eddie peels the magazine away and eyes him. Steve is sprawled out, hair a mess, socked toes nudging his thigh. He looks… annoyingly sincere.
“One word,” Steve says. “One. Then I’ll shut up forever.”
“Liar.”
“Okay, I’ll shut up for, like, ten minutes.”
Eddie snorts. He should say no. Dig his heels in. But there’s this warm, fizzy feeling in his chest that he doesn’t want to look at too closely, and Steve’s looking at him like he hung the damn moon.
“You’re real persistent, ain’t you, sweetheart?” Eddie says finally, letting it come out the way it wants to, vowels soft, consonants a little lazier, the word sweetheart wrapped up in the drawl he’s been choking down for years.
Steve’s brain short-circuits.
It’s like someone unplugged and replugged him in a different outlet. His stomach does this weird swoop. His face goes hot. Something about the sound of it, about Eddie saying sweetheart like that, all slow and easy, hits directly behind his ribs.
“Oh,” Steve says, a little breathless.
Eddie raises an eyebrow, already smirking. “There. You happy now?”
“No,” Steve says, and then he’s moving before he really decides to, leaning over the tiny space between them.
He kisses him.
It’s not planned. It’s not smooth. He just goes on impulse, mouth landing on Eddie’s with a soft, shocked sound like he surprised himself. His hand catches on Eddie’s shirt, fingers fisting in the worn fabric without thinking.
Eddie makes a tiny noise, half gasp, half laugh, and kisses back on instinct, then pulls away just enough to see Steve’s face. Steve’s flushed, wide-eyed, looking at him like he just handed over the Holy Grail.
There’s a beat where Eddie could pretend he doesn’t know exactly what just happened. Then he feels the grin pull at his mouth, slow and sharp.
“Oh, yeah,” he says, letting the vowels go loose on purpose now. “I can work with this.”
Steve swallows. “Eddie.”
Eddie leans in again, close enough that Steve can feel his breath, and drops it low, sweet, a little smug. “Watch me, darlin’.”
Steve practically launches himself into the next kiss, and that’s when Eddie realizes he’s just unlocked the most unfair advantage in the world.
