I mainly write X-reader/self insert based story concepts, but occasionally I’ll post full fics! If you were following my old blog, TheDailyRosePost, hi! There was a bit of an accident, and it got deleted-
Spicy content will be marked as #RosePetalTrail, and it WILL be spicy. Please, if you are under the age of 18, do not interact with my blog, even if the content isn’t explicit. This is for your safety, and mine as a 24 year old adult.
Fluffy content is marked as #FluffyBunnyCorner
Angst/heavy content will be mark as #TheThornBush
My main tag will be #TheBunSpeaks
On going series:
The S.B.B Verse-
Sunny, Bunny, Batty Masterlist
A Steddie x Reader Story told through drabbles, or better known as Steve x The Manic Pixie Dream couple of H
Things I will NOT write:
Extreme gore and horror
Extreme Dark Content, such as SA, violence against minors, incest, and other extreme topics
Certain characters from fandoms, for example Henry or Billy from Stranger Things
Romantic interactions between characters under 18+
Things I WILL write:
Fluff
Romance
Platonic
Spicy content (PLEASE be 18+ if you send in Asks, if i cant verify your age then I wont be accepting your request)
Poly ships x reader ships!
Specific readers, such as Plus Size Reader! Disabled Reader! Hybrid Reader! Or things in that vain, along with Fem, GN, or Masc readers!
Mild Horror (For example, I’m fine to write about murder, I just wont go into HEAVY detail on it)
Right over the last two months or so, I've gotten really into this Dating Sim called Slashfic. Where you seduce four dudes based on the famous movie Slashers. (Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Leatherface.)
It's really good! I really like it so far. Leather's my fave, tbh with you, but I genuinely like all four of them. The lore is pretty good too, though it's a bit confusing at times?? (Like the date of Leather's whole thing says 1974, but in the Christmas game it says 1978? So were there two farmhouse slaughters or?? Cuz it's also implied that the farmhouse attack is the only attack that was discovered. However, judging by the teeth bracelets, there have been more. (Omg is this gonna be my Fnaf Timeline.)
Anyway, yeah, I might start talking about this more?? I dunno, I really wanna find other fans of the game to talk with.
Welp, this came to me and I couldn't get it out of my head-
Meet Edwina, everyone!
Warnings: Sex, oral f receiving (Edwina receiving), Fem!Eddie Munson, GN!Reader, semi public sex)
Stepping into the record store, you were taken aback by how empty it was. Not that it mattered when your eyes were stuck to the woman behind the counter who was stocking up some cassettes. Her curly mass of hair was clipped up and away from her face, with a few pieces down to frame her face, which beams when you step inside.
“Hey stranger.”
The woman behind the counter leans on it, chin resting on bent hand. “Was hoping you'd show up. Anything you're looking for in particular?” She steps out, and your eyes catch her midriff. The band shirt tied and tucked under itself in a tantalizing dress code violation. She twirls a buoyant curl around her finger, warm chocolate eyes scanning your figure with the same interest.
Suddenly your clothes were too tight on your body. Skin too hot and yet too exposed to the boldness of her stare. She grins, swaying a little with laugh. “Everything alright there, Stranger?” She coos, the toe of her Reebok tapping against the sticky mall floor.
You cough, stepping closer with a smile you pray isn't wobbling. “I thought I told you my name?” You counter, invading her space only to focus your attention on the bin of buttons instead. Fingers picking through the clanking metal as you wonder if you should buy one or not. Her stare was drilling holes into the side of your head, pout settled on her pink lips. “Yeah, but you're still new to the area, Stranger.” She pokes you in the arm, turning to lean on the counter. “So, I think its fitting.”
“Like how you think that's a good outfit to work in?” You point out, finger just inches from her bare skin. You wanted to grab it, really. Thumbs pressing into her pale flesh to make it turn pink and purple under your touch.
“What? This is my uniform. My boss doesn't care.” She rolls her eyes, casting a glance towards the back of the room. More like he enjoyed looking at her. Gross, but at least she got perks. Like getting to slack off and talk to attractive customers like you.
“It's December.” You lift a brow. “Do you want to become a human popsicle?”
Eddie bites her lip, hiding a grin as she giggles and shakes her head. “I got a coat. Now seriously, ‘how can I help you today?’” She slips into her customer service voice so smoothly, and yet it didn't fit her in the slightest. “New music, buttons, maybe a new patch?” Curling an arm around you, she leads you through the store. “We got everything. Take your pick.”
You meet her gaze. “What do you recommend?”
She lights up. “Well, let me just direct you to the best section in the whole fucking place!” She grins, leading you over to the rock and metal section. She points out bands, gushing over their similarities and differences. She even tells you about the sub genres, going into detail about how to tell the difference between thrash and hair metal. The info was interesting, but honestly all you could focus on was the way her lips moved. Or how nice she smelled up close like this. At some point in her rant, she must have snuck her hand in her pocket because she handed you a cassette. Blinking out of your daze, you hold it up to the light.
It was obviously handmade, with a paper logo that said 'CORRODED COFFIN’ in jagged, red lettering. “Theres also a local band, if you're into that kind of thing.” She toes the ground, suddenly not meeting your gaze.
“Sounds cool. Do they play often?” You almost laugh at the way she perks up, almost like a puppy being promised a treat. She slides closer to you, letting her fingers rummage in the button bin while her arm brushes against yours.
“They play on fridays? I'm um…close friends with the lead. I could absolutely get you in. It's at the Hideout!” She grins, and you adore the dimples on her cheeks. You nod, thinking it'd be a fun night out. “Well, I better go shopping for clothes then. Ring me up?” Your voice lits and she grins, shaking her head. “Keep it. Take a few buttons too.” She nudges the tin towards you and you snort. “What? Come on, let me at least pay you for the band suggestions.” You let your voice dip into a soft, low coo that has her looking up with big doe eyes.
“And um,” she swallows while trying to keep her chill disposition, “how are you gonna do that? I can't accept tips, unfortunately.” She chuckles, pale skin turning pink as you lean into her space, your finger brushing the sliver of skin shown off by her shirt, just over the edge of her waistband.
“What time do you get off?”
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Eddie did have a coat. A heavy thing that was probably meant for someone with broader shoulders, given how it slid down her frame when you press her against the brick wall behind Starcourt mall. She makes a sweet little noise in her throat, puffs of air ghosting from her lips with every kiss you land on her neck. She shudders when you bite down on her pulse, back arching with a gasp.
“O-oh-” She pants as you fiddle with the button on her jeans. “You- You were serious?” She jolts as you press your lips along her stomach, soon kneeling there before her. One hand sunk into your hair while the other cupped your face, her thumb rubbing your cheek. Her black nails were chipped in some places, and her chunky rings kiss at your skin. “Oh my god you're so hot-” She babbles, eyes big while watching the way you nuzzle against her. Your lips turned up in a grin.
“Who’s hot?”
“You.” She says quickly, letting out a frustrated little grunt when you shake your head and pay some affection to her hipbones, which were hugged by black underwear. You giggle at the tiny bow on the front, nudging it with the tip of your nose. “Come on sweet girl, who’s hot?”
Letting out an exasperated giggle, she squeezes at your cheek. “Is this about earlier??” She shakes her head, stubborn. “Come on Stranger, please? Don’t you want to pay me back?” She lulls her head to the side, and fuck, those eyes were convincing. Lidded and warm, she stroked at the place she squeezed. “It’s so cold, warm me up?”
You bite back another observation about her outfit, instead dragging her underwear down with your teeth. Her breath hitches, eyes falling closed in bliss as you lick a long stripe towards her clit. You shove her pants further down, pulling a foot out of her Reebok in order to hook her leg over your shoulder. Her inner thigh is warm against your face, your nose nudging deeper in an effort to get warm.
“Oh fuck it’s cold-!” She whines as her bare ass brushes against the cold, brick wall. She rocks against you, moaning heavily as you move to suck at her clit. Her eyes squeeze close, head pressing against the wall. “Y-you’re so warm, oh shit, yes!” You had plunged two fingers inside, scissoring and hooking them up to press against that bundle of nerves that had her shaking like she was possessed.
“Please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop!” She rolled her hips, rocking against your lips as you eat her like she was your last meal. Your nails dig into the flesh of her thigh, and she whines. “Jesus fucking Christ yes!”
You never wanted to stop, but you couldn’t let Edwina think she could always get her way with you. What fun would that be?
You push a third finger in, sucking marks against her quivering skin. “Close, baby?” You coo and she nods enthusiastically, tears heavy on her lashes. “Yes, so, so close, god your mouth-“
You grin, sinking your teeth into her hip bone and loving the way she yelped in a mix of pain and pleasure. She squeezed around your fingers, fluttering and whimpering as she teetered closer to the edge.
It was almost a crime, but you pulled your mouth away. Your fingers slowing their thrusts inside. "Who's gonna make you come, hmm?" You goad and she let's out a sound halfway between a sob and a distressed grunt.
"Oh you fucker-!" She wheezes, staring down at you with tears freely rolling down her cheeks. Black, like her mascara. "Seriously??"
"S'just a question, pretty girl. Come on, I know you know." You urge, taking a moment to drag your tongue along her clit. Her hips buck up, but you press them down against the chill of the wall. She hisses, eyes squeezing closed.
"It…it’s you." Eddie murmurs, your name following after like a prayer. She repeats it, steadily getting louder as you dive back in for more. The wet shlick of her core around your fingers has heat rolling within you. You suck diligently on her clit, dragging her closer to her end with the crooking of your fingers against that special little spot.
For a loud, boisterous girl, Edwina comes quietly. Her body shudders above you, eyes rolling back while her fingers never let go of their vice grip. You don't stop thrusting and licking until she's basically pushing your head away with whines that it was too much!
Rising on aching knees, you clean herself off your fingers. You help her pull her jeans up, and tuck her more securely in that big jacket so she didn't die of hyperthermia on the way home. Her eyes are big and dusky, breath coming out in stuttered huffs as she stares at you. "Are…are you really coming this Friday?" She murmurs, not making any move to leave just yet. Instead she holds your shirt, tethering you to her.
"...Yeah. I really want to see your show." You shift closer, smiling at the way she beams at you before quickly gasping. "Wait, it's not, I'm not- Fuck, how did you know??" She slumps in your arms, head falling onto your shoulder while you laugh.
"I have a better question, why didn't you just tell me it was your band?" You kiss at her temple, tucking some curls behind her ear. Her earrings glint against the holiday lights in the distance. She arches into you, hands sneaking under your own jacket to keep warm. Her fingers were freezing as they slide under your shirt, her nails grazing along the warmth of your body.
"I…I dunno. I thought maybe…it'd be a fun surprise?" She offers a shy grin. "But you'll still come, right? You can have all the drinks and food that you want, and the good spot where you can see right on stage."
"I'm coming, but not for all that." You nudge your nose against her own, soon kissing along the length of it in a way that had her giggling. "I wanna see you again. Maybe…take you on a date afterwards? My treat?"
She leans back, blinking owlishly. "Really?" There was so much hope in those sweet brown eyes. "I'd…I'd love too. Yeah, let's go out. On a date. Um.." She squeezes at your jacket with a giddy grin. "Come…come back to my place with me after? I think it's my turn to pay you back. In full." There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes and you know right then you were in for it. But damn, wasn't that exciting?
You both part ways in the parking lot, with Edwina standing by her van. She offers a wave, grinning as you return it. "Come again soon!" Her cackles echo in the parking lot long after she drives away, Metallica blaring from her speakers not long after.
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, pregnancy talk, Reader is written with fem pronouns but otherwise has no specific description, internal conflict about not wanting kids, lots of harsh internal thoughts.
This is for all my peeps who don’t want kids in any capacity, but still end up liking characters who want kids/are commonly depicted wanting to be parents. (Also yes, the name is based off the song and no, I have no shame)
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“I don’t want kids.”
It was Sunday morning. The one morning out of the week where Steve got the day off, and the two of you could do whatever you wanted. Usually you loved Sunday mornings the most, even if the whole day was filled with the love of your life. Steve was meant for mornings, or really the sun in general, but the morning sun especially. The sun was currently shining on his figure as he turned towards you in the kitchen. The backlight turning him ethereal, angelic.
You stand in the darker corner of the kitchen. Avoiding the light as if it would burn you. Sometimes you think it should, after all, there must be something wrong with you.
“What?” Steve’s voice was soft, confused as he stood there staring at you, soft brown eyes still lidded with sleep. “Honey, come outta the darkness, please? Cant understand you.” Your heart ached, and despite your reservations, you step into the sun with him. Even with it being weak, the lights stung your eyes. He gasped at the sight of them, red rimmed and swollen. Your tears from last night still staining your cheeks. “Honey?” He reaches for you in alarm, comforting hands resting on your arms to pull you close into his embrace.
You almost want to forget the words, selfishly using his wavering hearing to your advantage. That’s what you were, right? Selfish, heartless. Awful for falling in love with a man knowing that your future just didn’t look the same as his. You knew what he wanted, you knew but still you accepted his request for a date. You agreed to be his girlfriend, to move in with him, and you knew if he had asked last night, you would have said yes to being his wife. Selfish, so selfish.
“What’s wrong? Huh?”
Steve cups your face in his palms, thumbs running over your cheeks to brush the salty trails away. You can see the confusion in his face, the fear. Had he over shared last night? Was saying his dreams for the future been too early? Had he scared you off?
“I don’t want kids.”
The words stung on your tongue. It was all bullshit what they said about the truth, or maybe it was exactly what they say. The truth will set you free, even if you wanted to be bound to him forever. It will cut you free, even as your begging, screaming, pleading for it to bring relief instead of pain.
Steve grows still, mouth falling open in surprise as he reads your lips. You tease him a lot for that expression, how cute he looked, but right now all you felt was trepidation. What would it shift into? Anger? Betrayal?
“It’s just,” your words fall out before he can say much, “I’ve never wanted them. I’d make a terrible mother, Steve. I don’t have the patience, or the desire to give myself up to motherhood. Pregnancy freaks me out, babies make me uncomfortable to be around, I can’t. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“You wouldn’t…you wouldn’t have to give yourself up, I’d be here. I will be here.” Steve shakes his head, dropping his hands down to hold your own. “We’d figure it out, together. I’d be scared too, you…you know how my parents are like, but we wouldn’t be them, Sweetheart. You’d make a great mother-“
“Steve.”
He closes his mouth, closing his eyes with a wince. “You could be, I know you could. It’s not going to be easy, but we’d take classes. I’d take classes with you, then you’d see it’d be fine-“
You break away from him, hands curling in with anger. At him, at yourself, at the world, you don’t fucking know. “You aren’t hearing me! I don’t want kids. No amount of classes, or promises, or you being there is going to change my mind!” The words echo in the kitchen, and you both flinch. You can’t look at him, and that hurts. You’d done it now. It was over, wasn’t it? It had to be over, and it hurt to know that it had to be you who had to break the bond. To wield the truth’s sharp knife.
“I had hoped, maybe…selfishly that you’d change your mind.” You stare at the wall instead of him, shoulders square, body trembling. “But I knew you wouldn’t. Last night, I saw it coming from a mile away. I always knew it was coming, but I had hoped otherwise. I’m selfish, awful. Other women see kids, and coo over how cute they are, how sweet. All I see is a death sentence. A screaming, crying death sentence. I can’t bring a child into a world, knowing that I never wanted them in the first place. They don’t deserve that. Not to them, or you.”
Steve remains silent, and you take that silence as an opportunity to keep going. “You’re gonna make such a great dad, Steve.” The words are a bandaid on a bullet wound, but it’s the truth. “You’re gonna make so many good choices for them, and I know you’re gonna hate me for this, but I’m asking you to make a good choice for them right now.”
“….Are you asking to break up?”
“It’s not really a break up if it was going to end. We’ve already gone too far. I shouldn’t have said yes to any of this, because I knew it wasn’t for me. I’m just stealing it from someone else who deserves it, who deserves you, because I’m so fucking selfish-“
“Will you STOP…calling yourself that?”
The snap in his voice was expected, but the words left you reeling. “But I am, Steve. It’s okay. I’m big enough to admit that about myself.”
Steve shakes his head, fast and insistent as he walks closer to you again. His hands reach out to touch you, but he stops himself and lets his hands stay by his sides. “Honey.” He wants you to look at him, but you don’t. You can’t. The soft brush of his sigh caresses your cheek, he’s so close to you. He smells like mornings, and sleep, and Steve. It’s a smell you wish you could put in a candle, and smuggle it out with you when you inevitably pack your stuff up to leave. Shoved deep between hoodies and sweaters you wanted to steal as well.
“….I always hope you’d change your mind, too.” His voice is soft, cracking with emotion. “Before I asked you out, I knew. You…aren’t subtle about it, Sweetheart. Hell, you probably don’t remember, but one night when you came home from a party that someone brought their kids to, you ranted about how much you didn’t get why someone would even want their kids there in the first place.” His lips curl up in the slightest of smiles, finding amusement in it, even if the memory just proved how awful you were to yourself. “You called them Hell-Spawns. I snickered over that for weeks. Eddie thought it was hilarious when I told him.”
That gets you to look at him, and instead of the anger you were expecting, there was just…sadness. Disappointment, which was infinitely worse. “It’s not…that’s not funny, Steve. I wasn’t joking when I called them that.”
“I know.” He turns serious, shaking his head. The curl in front of his eyes bouncing, and jumping. “Which is fine, you know? Not everyone wants kids. Hell, some people have kids when they shouldn’t.” He winces, and you can picture his absent parents. You can hear the Byers’ family fights, and can see the disconnect between the Wheelers. You can feel the way Eddie is bitter over his father every time he mentions him.
“But you want kids.” You reiterate, circling back to the topic even if you wish you didn’t have too. “You do, and you should have them. It’s…it’s wonderful that you do, you know? It’s amazing that you do. That you’re so keen on being there for them.”
“I do.” Steve admits, and you’re relieved that he was being honest with you, even if his next words ache. “But, I want you more.”
“Steve you can’t. You can’t have it both ways, here. One of us is going to end up unhappy if we stay like this, together. We’ll resent each other, end up in a loveless marriage like the Wheelers, or fight like the Byers. If we have kids, they’ll talk about me the same way Eddie talks about his dad.”
“Can’t I?” Steve reaches out, his touch gentle as he cups your cheek. “You know, I’ve been thinkin’ about taking a job working with kids. Maybe a teacher, or a coach. Can’t I have both then?”
“Steve, you aren’t going to be happy with that after a while. Wouldn’t you want your own?”
For the first time this morning, Steve smiles. Soft, and amused. “Are you forgettin’, honey? I’ve been taking care of a bunch of little shits for years now. Maybe this time I’ll actually get payed for it.” He chuckles, and the sound pushes away the darkness in your heart. For the first time, you feel…hope. The smallest glimmer of it. “We’ll make it work, we will. Together.” He leans closer, hand resting on the counter as his forehead rests against your own. You close your eyes and breathe him in. Your voice is soft, tentative as you speak.
“…You promise?”
“I do. You aren’t selfish, or horrible, or maybe we’ve both been that way to each other, or maybe we’re just shit at communicating.”
You giggle, smiling through the relieved tears in your eyes. “We can work on that, I think.”
Steve nods, lips soft as he presses them to yours so sweetly, his body relaxing against yours as the Sunday morning light bathes the both of you. “We will, together.”
so, I know I usually ask for Stranger Things RPs on here, but I wanted to switch it up! So, does anyone wanna RP Undertale?
I mostly write for the Bone Bros and the AUs! But im willing to branch out! the only characters that I'm unwilling to play/interact with would be any of the younger characters, so Frisk, Chara, Asriel, etc etc
OC/self x Canon ships are welcome! (and encouraged!)
Other rules being:
No Sans x Papyrus ships of any kind
all characters must be 20+ (this includes you, the person replying to this ad)
Please have a clear age in your BIO (and if I suspect that your lying to me, I will stop the RP)
so, I know I usually ask for Stranger Things RPs on here, but I wanted to switch it up! So, does anyone wanna RP Undertale?
I mostly write for the Bone Bros and the AUs! But im willing to branch out! the only characters that I'm unwilling to play/interact with would be any of the younger characters, so Frisk, Chara, Asriel, etc etc
OC/self x Canon ships are welcome! (and encouraged!)
Other rules being:
No Sans x Papyrus ships of any kind
all characters must be 20+ (this includes you, the person replying to this ad)
Please have a clear age in your BIO (and if I suspect that your lying to me, I will stop the RP)
Ugh fine, I’ve searched and searched but Tumblr isn’t giving me what I want, so I’m asking the crowd!
Have you read this fic?
Some info I remember: It was an X-Reader, with Reader being the ‘dom’ in this scenario. It’s a got two parts, but the first part is Reader finding out about Steve being into puppy play. He calls this side of him Lucky, and I think Reader is into it right away?? Then in the second part, I think Reader gets him a collar with a dog tag that says the name on it??
need werewolf steve so bad now you put that idea in my head
I loveee Werewolf Steve!! He's so protective! and strong! and fluffy!!! I like to think he's also a major goofball in his wolf form. Like you catch him standing majestically one minute, the next he's doing zoomies around the yard at Top Speed
Right so this is a strange post, i admit that, but since I'm slowly but surely dipping my toe back into the Undertale Fandom, I feel like I need to ask/beg/question some things-
1. STOP PUTTING THE WRONG PAIRING IN THE TAGS- This happens so much in Papyrus x Reader fics on AO3 and I am so tired- Its okay if Sans is in there, but oh my god PLEASE just tag the character, stop putting in Sans x Reader when it's supposed to just be Paps x Reader. It congests the options and I'm so tired of rooting through stories. Vice versa please! don't give me hope that it'll have Papyrus x Reader when we both know Sans is the Main Feature of that fic. skeleton. Honestly this is an issue in Stranger Things too, but since it's a smaller character pool (often just Steve or Eddie) then I'm not as annoyed.
2. Can the reverse harems just...stop please? Or can we just have smaller casts? Can we have reverse harems contained within different AUs? Like a reverse harem where its just the Fell!AUs (Like Underfell, Swapfell, Fellswap yada yada yada) Or honestly can we just focus on specific dudes now- The Underfell Papyrus x Reader tag is abysmal and I am so saddned by this-
3. Continuing the topic of Reverse Harems, listen, I liked The LandLady fic just as much as the next person but PLEASE. ITS GETTING OLD- Rarely are they ever done right and often characters just get pushed to the wayside because there's just way too many to keep track of.
4. This is a more personal issue of mine but if it somehow convinces one writer to change then I am a happy woman. When you put a bunch of one shots into a multi chapter fic, please either make a table of contents or label what the pairing is in the title of the chapter. It's frustrating reading through a one shot fic and having to jump past chapter after chapter, looking for a specific character because all the chapter names are just words. Like obviously you can name your one shot fic, I dunno, 'Passionate Bones' but that could be about any one of the skeles.
Ugh fine, I’ve searched and searched but Tumblr isn’t giving me what I want, so I’m asking the crowd!
Have you read this fic?
Some info I remember: It was an X-Reader, with Reader being the ‘dom’ in this scenario. It’s a got two parts, but the first part is Reader finding out about Steve being into puppy play. He calls this side of him Lucky, and I think Reader is into it right away?? Then in the second part, I think Reader gets him a collar with a dog tag that says the name on it??
Not to be too TMI on here, but I have become interested in PetPlay, which is essentially when someone dresses up as an animal and acts like a pet! Think puppy dog, or cat!
Anyway, I read a fic using that kink before with Steve and Reader, I think his puppy side was named Lucky? I don't remember who wrote it, but I wanna tell you, your mind is legendary for that. It was so cuteeee!
I wanna do a similar concept for this fic Idea that's been churning around in my head, with Eddie!
Here's the basic plot, I hope you like it: Basically, this is set years after the upside down. Eddie is solidly in his late 20s, think 26-29 and he's worked his way up to become a manager at The Hideout. One interesting thing about Eddie, is that he was blinded by the attack by the bats! It didn't stop him from doing his job before he got promoted, but now given the new responsibilities and situations, he finds himself needing more help. Someone to keep track of things for him and to help guide.
In comes you, Reader! You're 23 years old, fresh in the town and looking for work. You pick being an assistant, and that's how you and Eddie meet. He's got a very kind, but firm air about him. Has clear rules and boundaries that needs to be respected. Beyond that though, you guys get along very well and the dynamic quickly forms between you.
Well, until you accidentally run into Eddie at a kink club up in the city. In your defense, it wasn't like you cared very much about who you wanted to Dom you. Man, woman, any identity in between. As long as they were nice and were willing to work with your little experience, you just wanted to try. But in the future, you should really sit and watch a scene before you decide to sign up. It would have saved you and your poor boss a heart attack.
I completely agree with this, its definitely canon
i mean it was so dorky that hes alot more unconventional that he makes himself out to be
When i say nerd i dont mean "consumes scifi or fantasy media"
I think hes got secret niche interests that hes enthusiastic about like hes really into making stop motion animations or something idk
His house is dull and sensory deprived, I think it would be something creative or to do with escapism and whimsy, i dont think people just like these things purely to escape or because of trauma responses like alot of people think but i think it might have peaked his interest initially because of it. He talks alot about romance so he seems to have an incline towards fantasy and wonder-ful things so this is why im straying less from the just consumes fantasy and scifi content and more towards -wants to be a part of it and gets his hands into something 'weird'-
He might sometimes be covered in glue and tape and shoot a nail gun into his foot just making paper mache (mostly probably when robin is around and they distract each other) but he might actually be good at making things or atleast some things
i think he loves helping make costumes for dustin and his friends games and gets "roped into" playing with them
I honestly cant think what hed be into though, i feel so sorry for steve that because of his parents neglect and colourless upbringing, forcing him through mindless sports and social cliques, hes never really had a chance to find himself
Theres alot to say about the dumb thing but i just dont think he found his thing yet and he was/still finding his footing
I find he seems alot more at ease and "smart"/invested in himself and his environment when hes given place to explore, whether it be a situation, feelings or himself just through talking to dustin or eddie, even when its about nothing at all, hes natural, hes flourishing and in his element
His hair and the way hes styles and his clothes are alot more quirky looking than the rest of his peers
He wants to bust out of his box!
You can tell hes a very curious person too! I can only imagine the types of things he loves to do !
I dont think hes specifically into making things/ purely creative things but you can tell he loves to learn and views the world in a deeper way than alot of other people, he was just never given the tools
Imagine you're dating Older!Eddie and in an effort to fuck with him, you play dumb about certain electronics.
Like you're at the thrift store and he finds a walkman. You just look at it, then at him. Then you school your expression into something confused before saying those golden words. "Whats a walkman?"
