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Something about Thiam angry rain kiss...
(pls read the fic me and @akirasstories wrote I'm not giving you anything else than the fact they kiss. In the rain. Angrily.)
Set Fire to the Rain by AkirasStories and absurddino
Something about Thiam angry rain kiss...
(pls read the fic me and @akirasstories wrote I'm not giving you anything else than the fact they kiss. In the rain. Angrily.)
Set Fire to the Rain by AkirasStories and absurddino
Dustin thinks he’s about to get his ass kicked but it’s really just Tommy asking what’s going on with Steve because he hasn’t been to school in a couple days. Dustin is just like, “Why do you care?”
“I don’t know,” Tommy snaps. “Maybe because I’m his friend?”
That’s certainly not true but Dustin tells him anyways, “He’s got the flu.”
let's rest with mama
fitting perfectly in the arms of mama
[after everyone tells Billy about the Upsidedown]
Billy: first of all, fuck this *points at the dead demodog that fell off the fridge*
Billy: second of all, fuck off *points to the Party*
Billy: third of all, fuck me *point at Steve*
Steve: I- uh- what??
Billy: did I fuckin stutter?
Eddie is the fun parent and Steve is the strict one, sure. But let’s talk about the times Eddie gets mad.
Their kids would be throwing tantrums or being difficult for the sake of being difficult and Steve would try to deal with them. A teenage daughter getting frustrated because Steve won’t let her go to a party everybody is going to that weekend because they’re supposed to visit grandpa Wayne back in Hawkins.
She tries to argue, to plead, but Steve keeps saying no. It’s been three months since they paid Wayne a visit and it’s his freaking birthday so, no, she can’t miss the trip and go to a party. And in the middle of their argument, their daughter screams “I HATE YOU!!” to Steve with such rage that Steve stops, stunned.
When he recovers from the shock, he just says, “Hate me all you want, you’re still not going to that party,” then leaves their daughter’s room.
Five minutes later Eddie comes in and closes the door quietly behind him. Their daughter is about to snap at him too, but she closes her mouth when she sees her Papa’s dead serious expression. He crosses the room and stops right before the bed, where their daughter is sitting, and looks her straight in the eye.
“Listen here, darling, you’re gonna put on the best regretful face you can, apologize to your father and you’re gonna mean it. Do you understand?”
“But—”
“Nah, ah. I don't think you're understanding. This is not a discussion, so I'm gonna say it again. You're gonna go downstairs right now, you're gonna apologize to your father and you're gonna mean it. Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Good. You’re also grounded for however long I’m still pissed. So, if I were you, I’d be in my best behavior when we visit Wayne this weekend.”
(Nobody makes Eddie’s husband cry. Not even their own daughter.)
Gossip
written for @steddiemicrofic june, prompt: ‘hot’
wc: 315 | rated: m | cw: mentions of sexual content, me trying to be funny | tags: Gossip Girl au, modern au, Eddie is Gossip Girl, Junior Steve Harrington, Senior Eddie Munson, they're still in high school and Steve is still an asshole
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"Spotted: King Harrington getting his trousers dirty (in more ways than one).
Just in, Little Stevie is growing up and going after the second half of the population of Hawkins High. Were the girls not enough for you? Hasn't your daddy ever told you to be careful making your business public?
Gossip Girl doesn't shy away from big names, especially not when the gossip is as hot as this one.
I'm sure lapdog T. would have been elated to be in the position The Freak was today. During second period, multiple sources saw The King kneeling for M. And he was, reportedly, doing it all out of free will. If you'll believe the evidence left in the front of his jeans.
No, dear readers, those tight gym shorts aren't a way to invite the girls to look at all he's packing.
Tell me, Steve, if you've got that big of an oral fixation, why don't you put your mouth to good use more often? Lines are forming as we speak.
Congratulations, Freak, but be careful. The fire is flaming hot, and who plays with fire is bound to get burned.
Xoxo—Gossip Girl."
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The cafeteria quiets as the notification comes in. Everyone reads with bated breath, but not Eddie.
No, Eddie looks towards one particular jock. How his eyes move across the screen. How his cheeks grow more and more red and his jaw clenches.
Soon, it is not only his eyes that settle on him, but the whole cafeteria.
The silence breaks with thousands of whispers. And sure, not everyone is looking at Steve. Many are looking at Eddie too. But he pays them no mind.
When Steve stands and storms out of the cafeteria, Eddie waits a few moments before following. Someone has to comfort him after all. And if he's only fueling the fire, well, he's got to make his content somehow.
billy being sold to his neighbours as a troublesome teenager who has no respect for anything or anyone. neil goes around and warns people about the loud music, the slamming doors and how he leaves the house in his car at odd hours.
and then his neighbours realise he's almost the opposite.
the old lady and her husband who live right next door are surprised to see billy in their front yard mowing their lawn when they get back from church.
he offers to walk the dog who lives across the road after school because the woman works long hours and is often too tired to give the big dog the walk it really needs and billy likes to go for runs.
he spends a lot of time outside working on his car and neil is right, his music is loud but he always turns it down when a neighbour asks him too.
and the neighbours in turn keep a closer eye on the teenager. he does leave in the middle of the night but the woman with the big dog coming home in the middle of the night from her shift at the hospital notices he has no jacket or shoes.
and the old couple next door catch him with a black eye and clean knuckles the next time he mows their lawn.
au where steve/eddie/robin are hanging out at eddie’s and out of the blue robin asks the room “how long is your ideal hug?”
and with zero hesitation steve replies “at least 45 minutes. probably a good hour or two if i could swing it”
eddie and robin blink.
robin: …i don’t think that’s very realistic, dingus
steve, still reading his magazine and not at all paying attention to the way robin and eddie are Looking at him: *scoffs bitchily* you said ideal, rob, not realistic
and this is where steve will swear that robin and eddie have developed their own psychic link because the next thing he knows, eddie is yanking steve down so he’s laying on top of eddie on the couch and robin is laying down on top of him and: “guys what the fUck”
robin and eddie, in unison: steve sandwich
steve, softly but with feeling: what the fuck
eddie: let us give you your ideal hug, okay sweetheart?
steve, dying inside but also fucking Living: …okay c:
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(originally posted on bluesky here)
lets go to sleep with mama
Due to a complete inability to flirt normally with guys, (even though it’s really not that different to flirting with girls), Steve attempts to get Billy’s attention by shoving increasingly phallic objects into his mouth. “As evidence”.
Steve Harrington who braids Eddie's hair after he gets discharged from the hospital and, inevitably, ends up in Steve's house.
It's only for Eddie's benefit, he tells himself. It has nothing to do with the way his shaking hands calm as he repeats the familiar motions he learned from his cousin ten years ago. No, it's because the hair is in the way of his healing. That's why.
And when braiding his hair turns to untangling it. Brushing his fingers through it before guiding Eddie to the bathtub and making him lean back against it, tipping his head backwards so Steve can work shampoo into the roots. That's nobody's business. He's just being a good friend.
(and when the routine never really stops, even after Eddie's mostly healed, neither of them mention it)
(even though Eddie kind of hates how he looks with braided hair)
idk i just get really sad about allison argent guys. like she was flawed no doubt! but so were all of them!! she was a teenage girl who had her life turned upside down and to make it worse her mom dies! and her and scott are just so damn tragic. "that's because it doesn't hurt" are you KIDDING ME...and she was only seventeen :( looking on the wiki and "Died before graduating" is just so damn sad. she's a beacon hills high school student forever (um the movie wasn't real to me sorry she's still dead in my head that was a whole shitshow). scot'll grow up and move on and go to college and she's gonna be seventeen forever. that's just so sad
yeah but. yeah I know but like have you consi - have you considered King Steve hosting a private kickback for his inner circle his closest advisors only the best get to attend, coveted, cliquier than mean girls and hornier than heathers and everyone's wasted and high and the pool is heated
and Steve and Billy - like yeah, they're just as crossed as everyone else but they're lifeguards damn it they can swim whenever the fuck they want, fuck you, it's getting boring anyway with everyone else pairing (or tripling or whatever, it's not Steve's business) up for the night and it's not like Steve wants to watch Tommy and Carol bang on his couch (again) so the pool deck seems like a good alternative at the time
but now Steve's. wet. which is fine but he's wearing jeans because no matter what Billy says he's fashionable, okay? just because he doesn't dress like a whore -
but so Billy's watching (he's always watching) and Steve hauls himself out of the pool. he was shirtless like, fucking years ago so his arms flex as he pushes up and over the edge and then he's standing, and he sort of casts a glance over his shoulder at Billy still in the pool
up on his pedestal, literally higher than everyone else, King Steve, wriggling out of his wet jeans
Billy staring because, like, maybe it's muscle memory. or fucking something. because Steve's so high. but he's looking over his shoulder at Billy while he peels the soaked fabric down his ass like it's on purpose, like it's a tease, like he Wants Billy to Watch. of course he does, attention whore that he is, dressed like it or not
and then. all that Billy can see the moment the waist of Steve's jeans make it past his hips. is the blue lace digging into the meat of his ass. Steve who tosses Billy a look like "what, as if you don't like it" or maybe like "I wasn't planning on anyone seeing it" or maybe even "I wasn't planning on anyone but you seeing it"
and Steve kicks out of the jeans that are pooled around his ankles by now, which just makes his ass. like. fucking bounce. and plops down on the edge of the pool again, legs in the water, and maybe he beckons Billy over, maybe he just gives him a look but what matters is what Billy hears, anyway - c'mere, already. come get what's yours.
Billy Hargrove who finds himself on Steve’s couch late at night for the millionth time. Who needed somewhere to go but can’t imagine going anywhere else.
Who says “sure” when Steve suggests staying up late to watch a movie, because Steve can’t sleep sometimes too, and Billy is a lot of things but he tries not to be a hypocrite.
Who suddenly finds himself tucked into Steve’s side because Steve’s touchy. And Billy doesn’t really know how to deal with this.
Steve’s wrapping an arm around Billy’s shoulders, shoving so close that Billy’s right arm doesn’t really have anywhere to go and his hand ends up on Steve’s leg. Steve’s fingertips are curling gently around the back of his neck, his thumb brushing up, down the tip of his spine, along the base of his skull under his hair and back again. It’s maddening. Billy’s going to die.
Steve doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it. Too focused on the movie, occasionally chuckling to himself. It’s embarrassing, actually, that Steve can be touching Billy this much and not even seem remotely bothered. Billy doesn’t like that.
Then Steve’s shuffling again, and his thumb pushes into the side of Billy’s skull right there between his spine and his ear, to tip his head so Steve can nudge their temples together. Like it’s nothing. Like it’s normal.
And Billy allows himself a shaky sigh and tries to relax into it. Shifts so his head is leaned more comfortably against Steve’s, tries to breathe into the gentle stroking motions instead of feeling like he needs to crawl out of his skin to escape how soft it all is.
Finally manages to say Steve’s name, to try and get his attention. Just – because he needs it. He’s completely plastered to Steve’s side and his heart is thumping against his ribs and he needs Steve to just look at him.
“Steve,” he says, and it’s way softer than he meant it to be. It’s practically fucking delicate. He wants to choke himself.
Steve looks at him, though, which makes it worth it. Blinks at him slowly, lashes low, the only light from the tv. The colors are all odd, the shadows cast funny from Billy’s perspective. The blue line of his nose, the brown of his eyes turned black. “Billy?”
Billy can’t stop looking. It’s like Steve’s eyes have him in a death grip. The scene must change, because suddenly his eyes go from bottomless black to an amber that might as well be glowing from the inside, warm and molten.
“I…” he has to say something. Anything. He’s suddenly extremely aware of his hand that ended up on Steve’s leg – when had that happened, again? “This is… nice.”
A tiny smile curves just the corner of Steve’s lips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Billy echoes, suddenly breathless. Out of words. He’s gone. He’s so fucking gone. Steve has to stop looking at him.
The hand on Billy’s neck moves and for a moment Billy thinks Steve’s going to let go, and his stomach twists. But no, Steve’s just moving again, half-facing Billy at this point, keeping him close as the arm on Billy’s shoulders curls around his neck. Keeping him still. Billy’s arm is suddenly freed and it feels wrong, so he twists his fingers up in the fabric of Steve’s shirt. Holding on, because if Steve’s going to trap him here, then Billy’s not going to let him go, either.
Steve’s eyes keep moving, flicking over Billy, who can tell because his lashes keep fluttering. Steve nudges closer, knocking their temples together again, then pulls back just enough to slot their noses together instead. Billy can feel the heat of Steve’s breath on his mouth.
“Steve,” he whispers again. He can’t close his mouth all the way, lips parted, fucking waiting like a girl. “We shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t… what?” Steve’s thumb has moved from Billy’s neck and is now caressing the underside of his jaw.
Billy closes his eyes. “You’re too close.” It’s the worst lie Billy’s ever told. Steve’s not close enough. “Can’t… be this close.”
“Why not?” Steve’s voice is a low murmur, this gentle, warm thing. “We’re not doing anything.”
Billy’s breath is rattling in his chest. Can’t even fucking breathe smoothly.
“I’m not moving unless you tell me to.”
Billy squeezes his eyes shut tighter. Steve’s just killed him, with those words. Billy can’t tell him to move, Steve must know that.
Something brushes Billy’s half-open mouth.
“Don’t,” Billy manages. His fingers have sunk into the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck, and he doesn’t remember doing that. He sounds broken, even to himself. “Don’t move.”
Steve’s so close that their lips are brushing on every exhale. His eyes are closed, just holding Billy close. Not kissing him, just... resting, with their mouths together. It’s torture. It’s perfect. Billy wants to live here, in the space between Steve’s open lips. He’s clinging to Steve’s shirt and the back of his head, begging him not to go anywhere.
Steve’s breathing is quiet and slow, like he’s content to just be here, to hold Billy so close. Billy feels like he’s dying, but that’s fine.
Billy’s not even sure he kisses Steve.
His mouth moves a little, trying to form words, but Steve’s mouth is like – inside his own, so there’s nowhere to go and his lips press closed around Steve’s bottom lip and Steve does the same thing at the same time and Billy’s fucking kissing him. He’s kissing Steve Harrington.
It stays like that for longer than Billy would ever be okay with, normally. But Steve’s so clearly savoring it and Billy just lets him. Feels helpless to do anything but let him. Steve kisses him in these little brushes, like each kiss is still an accident, like their mouths are moving and just happen to be around each other’s.
Billy’s still clutching at him like he’ll disappear at any moment, and Steve must take pity on him or something, because he finally cups Billy’s face in both his hands and kisses him properly. Kisses him with such intention and slow, aching affection that Billy might as well be a puddle on his stupid expensive couch.
Steve’s fingers find his own then, gently prying Billy’s hand out of the fabric of his shirt. For a moment a surge of panic floods Billy’s system, because no, no no no, Steve’s pulling away. He grips Steve’s hand desperately, kissing him again, hasty and hard.
Steve laughs, then, a breathless little sound. “Hey.” He nudges their noses together again, like before, then nuzzles Billy’s face, the curve of the bridge of his nose fitting just right against Billy’s cheek. “I’m not moving, remember?”
Billy closes his eyes, and feels the strands of Steve’s hair beneath his fingers. Nods.
“Not going anywhere unless you say so.”
Steve (dreamingly thinking to himself) : His voice. It's like music to my ears. It also gets me .. you know.
Billy and Steve get away from the house party for a little “In Vino Veritas” for @harringrovesummerbingo
that trend where someone goes "my boyfriend wants to show you his *something* collection and you BETTER say something nice" is so billy
okay but it must've been funny as FUCK after theo came back and started acting like a good fucking samaritan I just know liam was confused as hell. like imagine this dude who was literally like? fucking evil 3 months ago coming back still kind of a bitch but like relatively reformed I would've lost it. like you're expecting him to still be conniving and malicious and superevil but nooo he shoves you into an elevator and literally sacrifices himself? stops you from going all dark side?? takes a fucking BULLET to the shoulder for you??? like im just imagining liam with a giant question mark above his head every time they interact it's genuinely killing me
Imagine Eddie's surprise when he and the boys go to Hooters for wings one night and he sees Steve Harrington for the first time since high school. It's been years, and the guy is as beautiful as ever—veiled in a glow of confidence he hadn't even possessed during his ‘king era.’
Hair a touch longer, somehow looking softer than ever. Lips pink and shiny, and surely tasting of the strawberry lip balm he was always rumored to wear in high-school. Skin tanned and glowing, speckled with freckles and moles just as stunning as the constellations that decorate the night sky. Not to mention the single gold earring, or the stud in his nose. Hell—he even looks like he's wearing mascara and blush.
Jesus H Christ.
He's beautiful.
And then there's the uniform of it all. Because not only is Steve at Hooters, he apparently works there now too.
Eddie's never seen so much of the man's ass before.
He wants to see more.
Helpless but to suddenly turn into a pathetic excuse of a man, Eddie can't even fathom words when Steve approaches their table with a sway in his hips and a flirty smile as he writes his name on a napkin and lays it on their table, introducing himself as their server.
With a valiant effort, Eddie tries his damndest to not look at where he knows Steve has a considerable bulge in his tiny tiny shorts. Though, unfortunately, that allows his eyes to stray upwards to thick chest hair and a gold chain.
Christ alive he's going to die here.
The wink Steve flashes him when he catches him staring makes him think that he might have already.
Seeing Steve Harrington in the Hooters girl get up really does sound like Eddie's personal brand of heaven.
Chancing a look at Gareth and his dropped jaw, Eddie thinks his friend might feel the same.
Eventually Steve takes their drink orders and Eddie squeaks out a pathetic little ‘thank you’ as he's left thanking the stars above while he's left to watch Steve saunter away.
What he would give to suffocate in between those thighs.
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By the time drinks arrive and they order food, Eddie's dick is hard and straining in his jeans.
The sultry glances, coy touches and the way Steve rasps his name obviously does nothing to help the matter.
He's hardly able to scarf down his wings—too focused on what he'd rather be eating instead.
And apparently he's being obvious, because of course Jeff calls him out saying something about not seeing Steve's ass on the menu.
The prick.
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When it comes time to pay and Eddie thinks he's devised a plan to come here for wings every day for the rest of his life, until Steve's still in those tight little shorts and his balls are dragging on the ground—it’s then that he feels the soft squeeze of Steve's hand on his arm.
When he looks up, the guys are too distracted with trying to pool enough change together to notice the way Steve's looking at him…and…and slipping him his number?
AND SLIPPING HIM HIS NUMBER.
He's too gobsmacked to say anything.
Let alone when Steve winks at him once again and whispers just loud enough for him to hear. “Call me later. I'll keep the shorts on.”
I'm singin' at a funeral tomorrow
For a kid a year older than me
And I've been talkin' to his dad, it makes me so sad
When I think too much about it, I can't breathe
And I have this dream where I'm screamin' underwater
While my friends are wavin' from the shore
And I don't need you to tell me what that means
I don't believe in that stuff anymore
“In the Fog” comic for one of my @harringrovesummerbingo fills (square C1 to be exact for the mods).