occasionally subtle
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@greedy-insanity

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immediately after an interaction: i have GOT to get more normal oh god i need to get more normal immediately i have to get more normal or they're going to hunt me down they're going to hunt me down and flay me for sport
during an interaction: and why not put a little spin on it? why not add some conversational zest?
new headcanon based on the fic drabble series im writing which is that steve always keeps bobby pins in his pockets for robin because she's always losing them and whining about her hair getting in her face. steve finds them in his car and house and all over the family video store and the squawk and if they're not on the dirty floor, he'll slip them into his jeans and jacket pockets.
the first time he presents her with one when she is complaining, she stops her monologue mid-word and stares at him with the biggest grin of shock and delight.
"you, steve harrington, are my knight in shining armor. I'm keeping you forever," she says, snatching the pin from his fingers and pulling her bangs back.
steve walks around on cloud nine for the rest of the morning.
eddie the type to go "yes, dear" with an eye roll and a grin, in a fond, mock exasperated sigh whenever steve demands something in a sassy, complaining mood
he's head over heals but he's just playing into the bit to hear more sass from the sass king

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also i always think about how cute would be if Eddie gives one of his favorites silver rings to Steve. like the most beautiful one. so when people see him at work they're like "that's a really different kind of ring. very dark. not like steve's style. it's cool though." then when they see that steve's cool and freak friend, who have an interesting fashion style, they're like "wait a minute 🤨🤨🔎"
i hope when my english and my writing skills get better i'll be abble do some steddie mini fanfics here :) and apply my headcanons.
The moment Steve knew he wanted Billy was in the showers the day after Tina's party, his heart broken but his eyes focused on Billy's ass as he walked away. There were many moments after that he thought of Billy in a way he really wished he didn't, the implications and fact he didn't even like Billy. He just wanted him.
However, he pushed it down. Avoided him as best as possible until one day after finally being able to visit the pool he runs straight into something that was immediately burned into his brain that he truly desperately wanted Billy.
It was late, the sun was going down and all the children and their parents had left leaving the pool deserted. Perfect for swimming laps undisturbed after a long shift at Scoops. The lifeguard having left her station unbothered if Steve drown or not, told him there was another lifeguard still here and to be gone before he locked up.
Everything was just as Steve wanted, peace and quiet. That was until climbed out and entered the men's changing room to see Billy Hargrove bent over gripping a bench while Robert Martin fucked him as the two of them let out groans. Completely unaware Steve could see them.
The expression Billy was making, the sounds escaping his lips as Rob thrust into him the exact way Steve had imagined he would. It was all too much so he ran but as he did he slipped and hit the damp tiled floor with enough noise to alert the two boys of his presence.
Billy meeting his eyes as complete and utter fear dawned on his face. Steve didn't waste any time getting up to get out of there, keep running until he reached his car still wet with his things thrown onto the passenger seat.
It wasn't until the next day at work when Billy waltzed in acting as if he wasn't caught on the end of another man's dick with his own in his hand. Smiling his way to the counter before looking around before grabbing Steve's shirt and pulling him close.
"You tell anyone what you saw last night-," Billy began but Steve ripped his hand away.
"I'm not gonna tell anyone," Steve replied. "You and him...exclusive?"
"What? No."
Steve smiled. "Well, then I was thinking about going for a swim again tonight."
That caught Billy's attention, his expression relaxing back into a smirk as he looked Steve up and down. "You think you could do me as good as he does?"
"I know I can," Steve replied in the same hushed voice they were speaking in.
"We'll just have to see about that."
But are we wrong though?
Billy has never been with a service top and is so confused his first time with Steve. (Steve kinda wants to kill someone) Steve then decides that he is going to wreck Billy with how good sex can feel. Billy discovers a lot of things and loves when Steve is praising him while wringing out orgasm after orgasm.
when steve drags billy into his empty house after a late night at a party, billy’s expecting to be used. and he wants it- wants to be quickly used by steve.
but steve’s slow. he actually preps billy- even when he’s rock hard. “harrington. just..you can just fuck me and finish,” billy’s words make steve feel hot all over but- it’s not right. it doesn’t sound right. steve clears his throat, a bewildered frown directed billy’s way. “sorry?”
billy meets steve’s gaze with an ambivalent expression, “you don’t have to do this. you know, just- fuck me.” steve presses his lips together, still frowning and scissoring two fingers in billy, “it won’t feel good. one more. I’ll make it worth your wait, ‘kay?” he says, pressing the tip of a third finger against billy’s entrance.
"do it quick. 's fine," billy mutters but his body spasms when steve sinks knuckle-deep into his ass. he pants, "okay- good. I can take it now."
steve hums. he nods. but he continues his slow prep, sawing his fingers in and out of billy’s hole until billy grouses, “harrington- do it. I want it.”
so he pulls his fingers free, wiping them on his bare thighs, watching as billy flips over on his hands and knees, presenting his ass to steve. steve watches billy’s hole gape briefly, closing around emptiness. “hey, um..you wanna face me, maybe? I’d like to see.”
billy laughs at that, “the hell you gonna see if I’m facing you? why?”
“because- I’d like to see if you’re feeling good or not.”
“so demanding, aren’t you, harrington?” billy huffs, turning onto his back, “lets just get this over with.” steve rolls his eyes, but slicks himself up and maneuvers himself close between billy’s legs before pressing the tip of his dick to his entrance.
“is this okay?” he asks softly, slowly pushing his way inside, eyes glancing over to billy’s facial expression, taking in his furrowed brows. there’s a sharp intake of breath from billy, that he almost forgets to release until steve softly reminds him to breathe, baby.
steve’s big- bigger than all the people billy’s slept with before. but it’s not as painful, and billy guesses that was what all that prep was for. so billy nods, eyes fluttering shut- ready for steve to roughly pound into him. but steve leans down to press a kiss onto billy’s lips, humming a quiet, “good job.”
and billy, confused, exhales soft against steve’s lips. he bucks his hips up, signaling for steve to move. steve starts at a slow rhythm, steadily grinding into billy so that he can adjust to the movement. after a moment, steve shifts his hips, pushing in a little deeper, “still okay?”
billy lets out a throaty moan before whispering a quick, fuck, harrington. yes- please. because this is nice- this isn’t painful and it feels. good. billy saying ‘please,’ fuels the fire inside of steve. it takes every bit of will-power that he has not to abruptly snap his hips into billy just to get him to say ‘please’ again.
“faster,” billy says through gritted teeth, and steve complies, rolling his hips at a quicker pace. billy’s mouth falls open in a tender gasp. he’s sweaty, curls sticking onto his forehead and around the back of his ears. steve thinks he looks beautiful, so he tells him, “you’re so beautiful.”
“you don’t have to flatter me. i’m already in your bed,” billy grunts, voice slightly strained, his thighs shuddering.
“that’s not flattery..I’m admiring you,” steve says, his breath hitching a bit in his throat as he sped up the rhythm of his hips, really fucking into billy now. and when he finds his prostate, he angles his thrusts so that he hits it over and over and over again, making billy say a breathless, please don’t stop- fucking hell, harrington- right there, each and every time. and billy keeps looking like he wants to reach out, desperate to hold onto something- someone, but his hands stay clutched at steve’s shoulders, knuckles almost white. “you can touch me however you want to,” steve encourages, voice wobbling a little- almost off the edge. billy nods, hands reaching up to tug at steve’s hair, and burying his hot face between steve’s shoulder-blades.
steve hums, his breaths growing uneven as billy began kissing his neck. billy leaks when he hears steve groan- feels it reverberating from his throat. he quickly lets go off steve’s hair and reaches down to pump his cock, flushed and hard against his stomach. but steve’s quick to wrap his fingers around billy’s throbbing length as soon as he notices, let me..wanna make you feel good.
steve strokes him like he’s in no rush to get him off. like he wants- no, needs billy to feel good. he languidly tugs on billy’s prick until billy starts thrusting into his hand, saying, faster- please. go faster.
billy doesn’t expect steve to pick up the speed in a few seconds, but he does- and billy moans loudly, pressing his face deeper into steve’s neck. steve’s thrusting into billy’s ass harder, rougher- and his thighs tense up. he knows he’s about to cum. his thrusts lost the rhythm they had started with. they were a lot quicker and desperate now.
billy dissolves into a stuttering mess of swears, “I’m- close, fuck- harrington,” he manages to spit out. and steve keeps working him, keeps thrusting into him, urging him forward, until he finally comes, crying out steve’s name. not harrington, steve.
and that was enough to send steve off the edge. he kisses billy as he comes, smiling a little at imagining billy swallowing his moans. and then he slowly eases out of him, holding himself up over him with his elbows.
they’re panting, sharing the same breath, and their heartbeats are beating in perfect complement- steve, with a lopsided grin, mutters, “you’re the best I ever had.”
he expects billy to laugh at his lack of self-control. but billy cries.
steve can’t tell if its the aftershocks, or if he did something wrong, or if billy’s okay. he slides billy’s sweaty hair out of his forehead in a soft caress, “hey, what’s the matter?”
“nothing,” billy sobs as steve flips them over, dragging him onto his chest.
“did I-” steve struggles to find the words, “..what is it?”
“you’re the best I ever had.”

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Can I... a starving orphan... who is homeless... alone and unloved... perhaps trouble you for one small fish from that bucket? Please? -pathetic cough and helpless look-
Oh I know that face
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Feeling very paternal towards the Toy Story dog
He is neither knowledgeable of the advancements made in technology nor the absolute mess of the artist's world. He's imperfect and strange, and he still exists. Not everything was made with reality in mind. It's like I'm staring at a medieval painting of a cat.
We laugh at how off-putting he is in the realm of computer animation, but at least he was made rather than generated. He's more beautiful this way. There's something homely about this, about everything with the first Toy Story movie; and I think it's because it's fundamentally hideous, yet the animators tried to make something with new tools and it was still loved by millions. I appreciate modern day animation because at least it's still man made, but 1990s Pixar is truly something else; it attempted to be perfect, it wasn't necessary to be perfect though, and I think that's lost in modern Disney & Pixar movie making.

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"Been busy."
And that's how Steve understands something's wrong
the only truly funny joke anyone's ever made about easter and every year i forget about it and then get to laugh and laugh anew