When You And Bae 😟♡😟 Share The Same Mannerisms While Freaking Out

Saw someone talking about a steddie au where Eddie is a baby gay & Steve is an All In Ally (until he realises he’s bi and then he’s just a know it all queers and generally knows a lot about the community to support Robin

And I was thinking how funny it would be if, as a kind of role-reversal to the common fanon interpretation, Steve saw the hankie and knows what flagging is & is nervous to ask Eddie out cause he’s not really into that (I personally think he’s still too traumatised from the Russian Base to be into any kinda bdsm stuff but that’s just me) but he likes Eddie a lot so he’s not gonna stop flirting with him over a little difference of preference

So then once they finally get together and kiss and they’re talking afterwards, Steve gets all awkward and Eddie doesn’t understand why, and Steve starts rambling about how he’s not really into that and Eddie is so confused until Steve points to the handkerchief and says “You’re flagging” and Eddie asks what that even means and so Steve (who is definitely laughing now, but trying not to) has to explain hanky code

And Eddie is mortified that he’s been accidentally telling Steve he’s into hardcore bdsm sex for months when he’s never even slept with a guy before

Big day for theater kids who enjoy ghost hunting shows

meeee

Have fun trying to read my handwriting 🦉✨️

ENID + finally getting that hug from Wednesday

can I interest anyone in the Owl Wall?

I recently decided to put my owls on a wall in my office so I can just pet them when I walk by. It's like a stim wall essentially. I can easily take them off their hooks too.

(This one corner of my office is dedicated to my plush collection. The rest of it isn't cluttered, I swear)

i actually like the fact that being a marauders fan is my secret alter identity. it adds to my intrigue. i’m like spider man.

whoever it was in the set department that was responsible for putting those handcuffs on eddie munson's bedroom must've been giggling like the hoes gon' love this

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

Steve never turns the heater on in his car when he's alone. This is something Eddie picks up on fairly quickly, as summer turns to autumn, as the air cools down. The mornings are icy, now. There's a bite to each and every breath that you can suck in almost like smoke, and it's pleasant for all of two seconds before it chills you to the bone.

The first time he notices it, there's so much noise in the car that Eddie doesn't get a chance to say anything - Dustin is chattering on to Mike about god-knows-what. Instead, he just watches from the passenger seat as Steve clocks Will's chattering teeth in the rearview mirror and immediately reaches forward to crank up the dial.

The second time, it's just Steve and Eddie, and they're driving back from dropping Eddie's van off at the mechanics. Steve meets him outside the shop at a crisp 7am, and it's fucking freezing, honestly. Eddie slides into the passenger seat and winces at the way his breaths come out in a cloud. "Shit, dude," he groans, "aren't you cold?" Steve shrugs, focused on driving. "A bit, I guess. Help yourself." He waves at the AC settings carelessly. How the fuck are you not freezing your balls off? Eddie wonders, but he doesn't voice the thought aloud, though he very much wants to. There's something here, he thinks. There's something I'm not getting.

The third time it happens, Eddie doesn't even need to get in the car to know Steve didn't switch the heating on. He knows this because when Steve saunters into the new trailer, a 6-pack in hand, his lips are almost blue. He's wearing a too-thin jacket, undone over a plain shirt. Eddie frowns. "Jesus Christ, Steve," he murmurs, immediately rushing through to his room to grab a sweater. He throws it at Steve when he gets back out to the main room, chewing at the inside of his cheek. "What's this for?" "Because you're fucking freezing, man. Are you kidding me? You're turning to ice right in front of me, look at you." And it's so wrong that Steve looks so confused. It's so wrong. Because he's so clearly cold as hell. It looks painful, damn it, the way his hands are shaking, the way he can't quite move his fingers properly when he goes to pop the cap off of his beer. I am going to take care of you until you figure out how to take care of yourself, Eddie thinks, fierce and determined. And he does.

When Steve leaves that night, after the movie, Eddie makes him keep the black knit sweater on, makes him take it with him. "You look cute," he grins, aiming for playful, aiming for the misdirect. He likes the way it makes Steve blush, anyway. It's a win-win. Eddie follows close behind Steve down the steps of the trailer, catching the driver's door with a quick hand before it can slam closed. He waits for Steve to start the car before getting to work. "What're you-" Steve begins, falling silent as Eddie leans over him and switches the heating on. "You," he mutters, pulling back, tapping a finger on Steve's forehead. "You keep that on until you get home, you hear me, big boy?" Steve looks bewildered, but nods anyway.

Eddie starts bringing an extra jacket or sweater with him everywhere, after that, and it comes in handy more times than he'd like. He wishes it wasn't the only way to get Steve into his clothes. He buys Steve a hot water bottle with a cover that's the same yellow as that sweater that he loves so much. Eddie gets into the habit of calling Steve each night, and before he hangs up, he tells Steve to fill it up. Tells Steve to use it. He checks Steve's bed one day, pulls back the duvet a bit, and can't help but beam when he sees the hot water bottle tucked there. When he presses a hand to it, it's still warm.

One day, nearing Christmas, now, Eddie slides into the passenger seat of Steve's car, and the heater is already on, car toasty and warm. His cheeks dimple when he sees that Steve is already wearing Eddie's own black knit sweater; His smile only widens further as Steve comments, "Fucking freezing today, man. When did it get so cold?" Eddie just chokes out a laugh and throws the spare jacket he'd brought with him onto the back seat. He has to turn his head to look out the window so Steve can't see the proud tears in his eyes.