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let me sleep. I'm gay

@a-really-gay-person

let me bloody sleep
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Hey, if you're a minor and you're following my blog, I just need you to be aware:

You have been on this earth for fewer years than my cat has.

She turns 20 this week, everyone please say happy birthday 🥳💖

happy birthday kittyy

Yes yes eddie calling Steve sweetheart/darling/baby is good. It’s lovely BUT true chaotic goblin boy Eddie means he probably uses Steve’s full name At Every Opportunity. Any chance he gets.

He wanders into family video, sees Robin; ‘oh hey, is Steve Harrington here?’

He’s giving dustin a lift home, they are in conversation about a mixtape Eddie made for him and comes out with ‘I played this song for Steve Harrington and he said it didn’t feel like his ears were bleeding so that’s a good sign for his musical education’

At a corroded coffin band practice ‘sorry I’m late guys, Steve Harrington was late picking me up’ and he’s got the stupidest smile on his face but Gareth loses it ‘DUDE THERES NO OTHER STEVE! WE KNOW ITS STEVE HARRINGTON! ITS BEEN MONTHS!’

And Eddie just pouts down at his guitar ‘I’m telling Steve Harrington about this’

Eddie when Steve arrives to pick him up: ‘ITS STEVE HARRINGTON! :D’. Steve asks why Gareth is trying to bite through his drumsticks but Eddie shushes him and says ‘it’s okay Steve Harrington, Gareth is just teething’

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Bro I miss back when the Wednesday fandom was full of majority wenclair shippers only. Back then I didn't have to argue with straight people and their inability to let a godamn queer ship exist.

i thought it was univerally declared that they were together

Appreciation post for my in-laws' new kitten Stanley Tucci. He's only like 7 months old but he's a long boi

Like and reblog to elongate the spaghetti noodle kitten :)

It was a thing, to not touch Steve’s hair. Like a “hands off,” “Your ass is grass,” thing. And as adamant as he was, Steve never gave a reason. Just a wave of his hand and a simple, “Just don’t.” Now, some of the kids, well most of them, were respectful enough to follow that one simple rule, Mike had tried it once. 

The grip around his wrist and the fire in his babysitter's eyes was enough to drive the nail through the head. For the kids, that is. Eddie, however, thought it was funny, and he was determined to find why Steve was so protective over his “precious” hair. 

He tried bugging him, annoying him to the point where he just got fed up and told him, and he tried making up crazy conspiracies like a 100 Karat gold shampoo that “us mere mortals were not worthy enough to touch.” 

Robin tried to tell Eddie to just back off, tired of hearing Steve gripe about it all day at work, but of course it didn’t work, until Eddie suffered the same wrath Mike had. And god. He didn’t know King Steve had that much in him, but he saw how much it bugged Steve so he finally let it go. 

It wasn’t long after that that everybody found out just exactly why Steve hated them touching his hair. 

They were all piled up in Eddie’s trailer, kids on the floor buried in a mountain of blankets, respective couples holding hands and chatting, and the older kids up on the couch in their very own mountain of blankets. 

Robin and Nancy were wrapped up in eachother, not bothering to pay attention to the movie, let alone anyone else in the room. Steve and Eddie, who were curled up together, had already shared a smug smile in their direction, but they too got caught up in each other quickly following that. 

Steve had rested his head on Eddie's shoulder, reveling in the feeling of his gentle hand running up and down his back. Eddie, in no mind of his own, buried a hand in Steve’s hair just at the nape of his neck and tugged on it gently. A weak noise came out of Steve after a few minutes, when Eddie finally realized what he was doing.  

He moved to stop but cast a quick glance at Steve’s face, preparing for the anger that faced him, but to his surprise, he saw Steve blissed out in a way he’d never seen before. That is, at least with the children around. He knocked that thought out of his head before gently kicking Mike who was propped up against the couch below him.

The grimace on the kids face was hilarious but the way it transformed into some kind of smug, awe, was even better. Eddie kept the movement up, Steve slipping further into that melty, dreamy, headspace, unbeknownst to the attention that was being cast at him. “Watch this,” Eddie whispered.

“Hey Stevie,”

“Hmm?”

“Can you drive all the kids up to Indy tomorrow?”

“Mmmhmm.”

The kids thought this was the best thing ever, Nancy and Robin watched for a moment too, with slight grins before they turned back into their own little world.

“Hey, Steve. Can we burn your house down?” Dustin piped up.

“Yeah. Mmmmmmhmm.” was all he got in return.

“No way! He’s like putty in your hands Eddie! This is great! Ask him if we can host Hellfire at his house.” Mike said, already forming the plans in his brain. Eddie rolled his eyes, and cut them off with minimal whining from Micheal. 

When Steve was coherent again, he was subject to relentless teasing, mostly from the kids and a little bit from Robin. He hushed them, just a tad annoyed, but that went away when Eddie whispered his plans for Steve’s hair in his ear. Suddenly he wasn’t annoyed at the kids’ antics, but his face was redder than a tomato. A reaction in which Eddie had more than enough fun with.