Steve Harrington! The Annoying, Grating Voice Of Tommy H Calls Across The Street. He Draws Out The Vowels

“Steve Harrington!” The annoying, grating voice of Tommy H calls across the street. He draws out the vowels like the stupid cliche he is. “Since when did you become the leader of the Freaks,” he points at Eddie as he crosses the street, “and Geeks?” He points at Robin, now meeting him on the other side.

Steve scowls at him the entire time he crosses, but he doesn’t move. He stays standing where he is, facing him as he comes. “You’re gonna want to get out of here, Hagan.”

Tommy squawks out a mocking laugh and Steve wonders how he ever considered him a friend. “Are you fucking threatening me, Harrington? What are you gonna do, huh? Gonna send your little gaggle of children after me?”

Steve takes a deep breath and he feels a hand on his shoulder, probably Robin since it’s on his left, but he shrugs her off. He can handle this.

“No, Tommy, because unlike you, I don’t pass off my problems to other people to handle for me. And that’s what you are, really. You’re a problem. And nobody could find the solution. Now look at you. You’re still acting like you’re in high school. Most people change when they get to college. Unless, of course, they peaked in high school, but what a sad peak it was, for you. Only ever coming in second to someone else.

“Even after I was inevitably dethroned, you still couldn’t take my place, somebody else had to fill it and you followed after him like a puppy the same way you did with me. I also happened to notice Carol isn’t with you. I bet she finally matured and left you for good, didn’t she? You also reek of weed and booze and it’s eleven o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday. You look like you haven’t showered in God knows how long, you look dehydrated, you’re well past your expiration date.

“I’d say out of the two of us, I’m doing a lot better with my Freaks and Geeks as you so kindly put it, than you’re doing with nobody. So you’re gonna want to get going, Hagan.”

Steve smiles through his whole speech and it’s still on his face as he finishes. Tommy says nothing, but the look on his face says it all. He has no other ammo against Steve other than the people he’s with, and he doesn’t want to say anything else about them. He doesn’t think he can win against Steve. That’s very clear. He just turns around and walks back across the street and continues doing whatever he had been before he spotted Steve in the first place. When Steve turns around, Robin and Eddie are both looking at him with wide eyes.

Steve rolls his eyes at the both of them. “You guys didn’t think I was King for no reason, did you?”

Eddie swallows thickly and Robin immediately rolls her eyes and smacks him in the back of the head.

“Gross!”

Not even Google knows how tall he is, we just know he is tall 😂

I have no clue if this will be coherent - I drove 5 hours home today after getting 4 hours of sleep and doing work until 3 - but I need to share how I picture the boys body shapes and heights. I know irl Joe Keery is an inch taller and I love them being almost the same height but size differences have me shaking the bars of my cage so, (pls don’t judge me too much I drew this with my finger because my pen was dead)

Overall in my brain, Steve is thicker but a little shorter - he’s a literal tank, compact and dense - while Eddie is just beanpole man with only some shoulder/arm definition from his years of lugging around amps. Steve is either his canon height or a couple inches shorter (like 5’9”-5’11”) and Eddie is like 6’1” in my head. I just think Eddie being a lanky little guy fits him too much and he deserves to have limbs that are Too Long.

"Whatever you say, King Steve."

It's the way Eddie says it, full of sarcasm but laced with an undertone of something that causes Steve to flinch and take several steps back. It's definitely an overreaction. Steve knows it's an overreaction because Eddie hasn't even said anything mean and they aren't even fighting. Eddie's just teasing him, like he always does, yet Steve's body has entered flight or fight mode and he feels gut-punched. He'd rather that Eddie would have punched him in the gut. "Don't. Don't do that."

Eddie's entire body language shifts. He changes from playful to concerned in seconds. "Do what?"

"Call me that. King Steve. Or-or some variation of my high school reputation. 'The Hair' or when you say Steve fucking Harrington like I'm some- some- some thing and not just Steve."

"You are anything but Just Steve, my liege," Eddie chuckles, taking a step closer.

"Stop!"

That does bring Eddie to a stop. Steve doesn't yell. He's not a yeller. Voice raiser? Sure. But there's a difference between raising your voice and yelling, and Eddie's just found out how the difference sounds with Steve.

"I- it's like everyone does that! Talks about me like I'm not- like I'm some unachievable thing. Like I've got a title or some shit and it's just so- It makes me feel-" Steve cuts himself off, unable to find the words he's searching for.

"You really don't get it," Eddie says, voice soft, placating almost. "How we see you? You're like, the kid's idol, you know? A monster fighting god or some shit. How can we not speak of you reverently?"

Steve doesn't know what reverently means but he hates it anyway, because it makes him feel- "It makes me feel othered. Singled out. Like you've all placed me on a pedestal I never wanted." That's the crux of it, he realizes. Having said it out loud, he gets why he hates it. His house is a museum more than a home, and it's filled with expensive, pretty things on pedestals of their own that are only for looking at but not touching. Not loving.

"Shit man, you've built that pedestal with your own actions. I think you deserve to be on it."

He's not getting it. Eddie isn't understanding what he's trying to say, and Steve doesn't know what words to use to get his point across. He knows, he understands, that Eddie is trying to compliment him. Trying to make him feel good or whatever, but the pedestal doesn't feel good. "No. You don't get it. I don't want the pedestal."

"Then, what do you want?"

"I don't want to be on the pedestal. I want to be on ground level with you all. I- On the pedestal I'm not- It's like I'm out of reach or something and I'm not. I don't want to be," Steve runs a hand through his hair, then tugs at it, frustrated that the words he needs won't come. How can he explain this? Defeated, he says in a small voice, "I don't want to be out of reach."

Eddie closes the distance between them and raises a hand cup Steve's cheek. He shoves his face further into Eddie's touch.

"I'm sorry," Eddie says, "I'm sorry I made you feel like I wouldn't reach for you. You deserve the pedestal, sweetheart. I'd climb any height to hold you, you know?"

Steve shakes his head because he didn't know. He had no idea that Eddie would reach for him when no one but Robin had ever really tried. (And even then, being tortured by Russians together did put them on an even playing field at the time.) "I don't want to be just another thing people look up to."

The hand on his face slides to the back of his head and Eddie pulls him into a hug, smooshing his face into Eddie's neck but that's fine. Steve doesn't mind it at all.

Then Eddie holds him in a hug and doesn't let go until Steve's the one to pull back.

Ok, I like this, but, what if Danny starts calling Damian Moonshine/starshine, or something related with astrology, like my super nova, or something like that, I just screamed into my pillow imagining this

A DeadSerious Prompt where a young Damian follows his mother's advice about finding his future 'Beloved' and is smitten with a TimeTraveling Ghost King (Prince) Danny when his grandfather summoned the eldritch being.

Damian, despite being young, will want no other to be by his side once he takes over the League. Especially since the King was able to strike fear in his grandfather for even just for a moment.

Danny, whose just started taking up his soon to be Kingly title and duties, at first freaked out when a kid who just got out of toddlerhood is offering marriage. Who wouldn't. And well while he didn't fully encourage it, he found it a little adorable and tried to nudge the kid away from said... err crush feelings?

He was a little sad to have to say goodbye to the kid when his month long stay with the al Ghul's (mostly to see if they're worthy to keep the Pits) he was pretty for sure he'd never run into the kid again and if he did who knows how old they'd actually be because again.. time travel.

So Danny now at the age of 16 really wasn't expecting to be basically be cornered on his first day at his new school at Gotham Academy by a 17 year old Damian Wayne who is leaning over him and says "Hello Beloved. Time has been kind to you it seems."

Danny's poor half-alive heart is currently dying from being cornered by an older Damian.

Let this crazy train wreck begin.

Steve starts wearing hats when he's too lazy to put effort into making his hair look good on a bad hair day and every time he does, Eddie pretends to lose his mind bc "you, have a bad hair day? you're lying to me Steve. you're lying and depriving me. this is abuse."

I'm calling it now, the demobats are like the demodogs of their species line. They're NOT the final forms of that species line.

I'm thinking these bitches come out of these eggs in multiples, not just one, maybe up to ten hatch from one egg at a time, and those eggs are laid by something much much bigger.

I'm thinking Demodragons.