Steve says good luck

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Steve says good luck
The first time Eddie cropped a t-shirt it was really by accident,
he had gotten the shirt at a concert and they only had xl left because they were nearing the end of the tour.
He didn't really mind the fit, once he took the sleeves off it sat rather nicely on him. But it hung around his hips like a dress and he felt like he was going to trip over the hemline.
So, he decides to cut away some of the extra fabric. He ends up taking off more than he meant to and silently laments having wasted a shirt he paid way too much money for.
He's considering keeping it and just wearing it as a night shirt when he catches sight of his reflection in the bathroom.
Eddie's whole life he's been told that crop tops were something for girls to wear in the summer but,
He looks good, the way the lose fit exentuates his slender physique and the sliver of stomach showing off the swirl of dark hair that dips into his pants line.
Eddie looks hot and he will not apologize for that. And if his blatant disregard for gendered fashion norms gives some jocks visceral feelings that they can't quite (or just don't want to) reconcile, well that's just a bonus.
no one asks me what my lock screen is cause it's been the same since forever 😂😂😂
Store clerk: Would a Mr. Harrington please come to the front desk?
Steve, arriving at the desk: Hi, is there a problem?
Store clerk: *points to the whole party*
Store clerk: I believe they belong to you?
The party, simultaneously: We got lost :(
Steve: I didn't even bring you guys here with me-
Alright one more
Based on this absolute gem by @pretty-bratty. Please give their post some lovin. It's amazing. This fic is nowhere near as good as the original post, but here it is anyway.
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Steve leaned on the Camaro's hood and lit up a smoke, chitchatting with Nancy and Jonathan while waiting for Billy to join them. The sun danced down upon them and Steve soaked it in. His spirits were high, riding on the trail of a great day. Though, it was mostly from English class that day. Billy had written him something lovely.
Billy came stomping up to them, huffing and grumbling to himself. Something must have happened to put him in such a mood. He pushed himself off the hood and stuck out his arms to embrace Billy.
"Can I speak to you, Harrington? In private?" Billy grunted.
Still giddy from the last few hours, Steve looked over at Nancy and Jonathan. "Ooo, someone's in trouble!" he said in a sing-song voice.
They looked back at him with grave expressions. Steve glanced at Billy, who was damn near fuming. Oh God, what did he do this time?
"Yeah, it's me," Steve said, defeated. "I don't know why I did that."
He and Billy climbed into the Camaro for some privacy. As soon as the doors were closed, Billy turned to him, eyes wide.
"What the fuck did you say to Tommy?"
Steve wracked his brain to try and remember when he'd spoken to Tommy. "You mean during English class?" Billy glared at him until Steve continued. "He was complaining about not understanding im- abnic - ambic penta-"
"Iambic pentameter," Billy cut in.
"Yeah, that. So I told him to ask you, cause you're like... A professional at this poetry shit. Like, you're really fucking good, man."
Billy pulled the cigarette from Steve's mouth and took a drag. "You ever think that, I don't know, I don't want people to know I write poetry?"
Steve shrugged. "But it's really beautiful. I was complimenting you."
"So you told Tommy, of all people."
Steve sighed. "So what?"
"Poetry's lame."
"It's not lame. Stop being a brat!"
Billy whipped his head toward Steve. "Me? I'm being a brat?"
"Yeah," Steve said and shoved Billy's shoulder. "You are."
Billy shoved him back. Steve did it again. Again, Billy returned the gesture, until they were having a cat fight in the front of Billy's car, shoving and slapping at each other, but not actually accomplishing anything.
Outside, Nancy gave Jonathan a look. "Should we just... Go?"
Jonathan nodded. "That's probably for the best."
YAROU THE SEA KING’S REAL NAME IS STEVE TOO