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steddielicious-quaerhye · 1 day ago

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'Steve Harrington – Actual Babysitter?' (Drabble Prompt: Fluff)

Eddie walks into Family Video expecting to find Steve lolling on his swivel chair behind the counter and flipping through a magazine instead of doing... Well, whatever actually is written on that clipboard Robin is typically flapping about for fear of the wrath of Keith.

But Robin isn't in today and the store is quiet. Aka, it's the perfect opportunity for Eddie to come in with Steve's lunch, where they sit together and chat. No, he doesn't bring it every Wednesday like clockwork. And no, he isn't bringing along his own lunch so he can pretend it's a date or anything.

No – definitely nothing like that.

Even if there is some banter that some people (Robin) might describe as flirting.

It's just that he has to take what he can get lately when it comes to his kinda-sorta big, fat, dumb crush on Steve. Especially now that the guy is disappointingly incommunicado on their no-longer Sunday Night pizzas.

Steve insists he isn't dating anyone – and he sure is complaining about that fact enough. But, well...

Eddie does worry.

And he damn near panics at the sight of an empty Family Video. The store is eerily silent too as he steps inside and looks around.

"St – "

"– Oovie!"

Eddie jolts with a yelp as the babbling yell of what could only be the shrill tones of a whole-ass human child reverberates around him.

"Yes, buddy," comes Steve's voice from behind the counter, "Oh – well, maybe not Rambo."

Eddie tip-toes forward and places his hands on the counter before he peers over the edge, where he finds Steve surrounded by the parts of a dismantled VCR. In his lap is indeed a human child, a boy with chestnut brown hair who couldn't be more than two.

He doesn't know all that much about kids, really, but Eddie is pretty certain the little squirt shouldn't be waving around a videotape with such force Steve might get clomped in the head at any moment.

The boy yell-babbles again and Steve swerves away from a side swipe to his beautiful noggin.

"Okay, maybe we shouldn't play with this one," Steve says, gently placing his hand on the tape and giving it a light tug.

The boy squirms, and in doing so makes direct eye contact with Eddie. They both startle, and Eddie thinks if anyone was watching, they might say his eyes look as wide as the kid's staring up at him.

The boy points at Eddie and coos with a big, toothy grin.

"Stee!"

"Can you stop –" Steve grumbles, cutting himself off as the boy begins to tilt them sideways. He looks up and gasps, "Oh!"

Steve scrambles upright with the boy, who makes an (admittedly, adorable) wooshing sound as he is swooped up and bundled into a pair of burly arms that today appear to be bursting out of the confines of a navy blue polo shirt.

Eddie blushes, looking back at the boy in an attempt to regulate his heart rate.

"What's with the baby, Steve?" he says, trying to sound biting rather than flustered as Steve props the kid on his hip like it's second nature.

Steve takes the boy's hand and bounces him a little as he tries to encourage a wave, "You know Angie, my mom's best friend? This is her kid, George."

George finally waves and Steve grins, all proud in a way that makes Eddie's cheeks blush. Shit, he really wasn't prepared for something like this to happen today.

Or maybe like ever, really.

"George," he nods, offering a two-finger salute.

"Angie stopped by and realised she forgot something over at Melvad's," Steve explains, swaying now as George looks around the store, "So I'm taking care of little Georgie for a minute."

Georgie?

Eddie scrubs a hand over his face.

"I s-see," he splutters as he comes up for air.

"And we are fixing VCRs today, aren't we, Georgie?" Georgie tee-hees at that and oh goddamn it, now the little gremlin is trying to get his tiny, pudgy arms around Steve for a hug, "Then we're gonna pick a movie for Sunday Funday."

"Oovie!" Georgie cheers.

Wait.

"You're babysitting on Sundays?"

"Yeah," Steve shrugs before looking down at George with a fond smile, "I kinda like it, y'know?"

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 1 day ago

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Dream A Little Dream of Me

Steddie. Contains: wet dreams, arguments, makeouts. 18+only

Eddie groaned, hands running down someone's spine before grabbing their hips.

"You're so fucking perfect," He gasped out. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin filled the air intermingled with moans. "Harder," the person gasps, reaching a hand back. Eddie moves his hand to hold the hand of the person. He glances up to the face peering back at him, into Steve-

Eddie jolts awake with a gasp. His heart beats fast as he tries to catch his breath. His skin is soaked in sweat and realizes that his boxers are soaked with his own release. Which, what's more embarrassing, waking up after coming or having a wet dream about your best friend?

Eddie shakes his head to try and get rid of his thoughts. He runs a hand over his head pushing his hair back as he exhales. "Damn," Eddie mumbles," Just a dream." He slowly gets up to handle the situation in his boxers, unsure if he's disappointed that it wasn't real.

~~~~~~

Eddie isn't a stranger to sexy dreams. He's, to put it plainly, horny. It isn't like he's had much experience, just the guy or girl who has sucked him off in the bathroom at the bar.

So- horny. Eddie knows that can fuel dreams. He once dreamt he was making out with the news anchor on the local news. He dreamt he fucked a fruit once, which almost tempted him to try it.

But point is, Eddie's had dreams like this before. He's been able to brush them off.

But this dream about Steve...

All Eddie can see now is Steve beneath him. Mouth around him. Eddie in him. Every position is running rampant in Eddie's brain.

He feels like everything Steve does now is obscene. The way Steve's muscles flex in his bicep as he puts movies away. The way he moves his hips as he shimmies dancing with Robin. The curl of his lip as he snarls and bitches about customers, just begging to have Eddie's own lips pressed against them. The curls of chest hair peeking out over his shirt, taunting Eddie to run a hand through it. The moles and freckles dancing across his skin, begging Eddie to trace them with his tongue.

Eddie thinks he's losing his mind. He also thinks Steve has to know, and is doing things on purpose just to drive him insane. What ever happened to squatting down to pick up something off the ground? Now Steve is just bending at the waist, ass pressed all up against those jeans, taunting him.

Eddie's emotions are everywhere. One minute he wants to confess his love like for Steve. The next he wants to throttle Steve for making him feel this way. One minute he's jerking off, gasping and moaning as euphoria hits. The next he feels insanely guilty for thinking about his best friend that way.

It gets worse when Steve notices.

Well, Eddie thinks he notices. Steve's eyes seem to stay on him a bit too long. Steve's hands grip his shoulder and squeeze too much. Eddie can't survive this torture. Those beautiful eyes peering into his own, Eddie knows one glimpse and Steve could see his entire being.

Eddie just has to ignore it. If he can ignore it, things can go back to normal. He can deal with it dwelling in the back of his mind. He has for years, ever since seeing Steve on the swimming team- which, great now he's remembering those short trunks on his muscular thighs and-

Eddie screams into a pillow, cursing a few times for added emphasis. Why does Steve have to be so hot? So good? So Steve. Eddie bites the pillow, glaring at the wall over the top of it. Just ignore it, push it back down. But as his cock hardens, he can't help his hand reaching down and thinking, just one more time.

~~~~~~

"Okay, enough!" Steve glares, hands on his hips. Eddie has to try to restrain himself from looking at Steve's hips, his crotch. "What?" Eddie bites back, arms crossing.

Steve huffs and shakes his head," What is with this attitude? If you didn't want to hang out you didn't have to come over!"

Eddie's eyes narrow at the tone. Steve's voice has the same angry bitchy tone he uses when talking about the Worst Customers. Steve is using that voice talking about him.

"I don't have a fucking attitude princess! Maybe watch your damn tone." Eddie throws his hands up and leans back into the couch further. "My tone!? My tone!?" Steve barks out a laugh," What about yours?"

"I don't have a fucking tone!" Eddie glares. Okay, maybe he does. But how's a man supposed to act when their crush answered the door shirtless? Letting his eyes wander down his chest to his happy trail to-

"You've been a sarcastic little bitch all evening!" Steve steps forward, finger pointing against Eddie's chest," You're glaring, you're pouting, rolling your eyes. You're in a fucking mood, don't take it out on me! I didn't do anything!" With each word, Steve jabs his finger against Eddie's chest.

Eddie snatches Steve's wrist, emotions bubbling over as he yells," Yes, you did!"

Steve's eyes widen and his jaw drops slightly. The fire in his eyes dies out. "Oh," Steve pauses," I didn't..." Steve tries to remove his hand from Eddie's grasp, causing him to panic and tighten his hold.

"I'm sor-" "Fuck, Steve. I didn't mean it like that." Eddie sighs," You're just...you." "If this is the whole "it's not you it's me" speech I don't want to-" "You're beautiful."

Steve freezes at Eddie's words. Eddie can't help but continue," You're fucking gorgeous man. Your arms, your legs, you know your ass looks good. (Steve hums in agreement) A person who looks that good should have a terrible personality. But you don't! You're kind, protective, selfless. I could go on, I just, damn man. You're the total package and I can't stop thinking about you.

When I go to bed I'm thinking of you, when I wake up I imagine waking up next to you. Hell, even my dreams are full of you! So, yes, I do have a mood Steve. Because I know you could never be with a guy like me."

"Says who?"

Eddie freezes. That's...no, he must be suffering from some form of hearing loss cause there's no way-

"Says who?" Steve implores, hand on Eddie's jaw, lifting his face so Eddie's staring into Steve's. "Uh..." Eddie blinks a few times. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he watches as Steve's eyes trace the movement.

Steve's eyes who, a minute ago had lost all fire, was alight with flames again. Steve's thumb lightly traces Eddie's lower lip, causing a shiver to go down his spine.

Eddie parts his lips, letting Steve's thumb rest against them. He hesitantly licks the tip, giving him a chance to pull away. But Steve doesn't, no, he pushes his thumb harder against Eddie's mouth, causing Eddie to open further.

Eddie wraps his mouth around Steve's finger and sucks lightly. "Fuck," Steve steps closer," You should have said something sooner. You're on my mind too Eddie."

Eddie's eyes flutter closed as his tongue circles Steve's thumb. He can feel himself start to harden against his already tight jeans. Steve pulls his thumb out of Eddie's mouth with a pop. Eddie starts to let out a whine when Steve straddles his lap.

Which- Eddie thinks he's dead. Because Steve hasn't even done anything except sit in his lap and he thinks he's in Heaven. Eddie's hands automatically grasp Steve's hips.

Steve shifts forward slightly, both men holding back moans as their bulges grind against each other. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie's neck, leaning forward.

Their noses brush before their lips touch. Eddie can't help but sigh. Steve's lips are as soft as he thought they'd be. Eddie hopes it's good for Steve, cursing himself for not putting chapstick on recently. All sense of time is lost as their lips move in tandem. It could be five seconds or five minutes of them kissing, and Eddie never wants it to end.

They break apart, panting as Steve helps Eddie take his shirt off. As soon as his arms are free, Eddie grabs Steve's ass, a nice handful. He can't wait to worship it later. Steve sheds his own shirt, leaning back to kiss Eddie.

Steve's chest hair rubs against Eddie's sparse own. Steve rubs his hands up and down Eddie's front, pausing a moment to roll one of Eddie's nipples. Eddie whimpers as pleasure licks down his spine.

Steve rolls his hips into Eddie's, causing him to gasp. Steve deepens the kiss, licking into his mouth without hesitation. With each movement of Steve's hips, his clothed cock hits Eddie's just right. Eddie can't hold back the moan that escapes him.

Steve pulls back, a wicked grin on his face. Eddie knows he must look a sight. He can feel his face is flushed, lips slightly swollen from kissing. His cock feels harder then a diamond. A wet spot formed on the inside of his boxers where precum has leaked.

Eddie recalls his dream. How Steve was splayed out in front of him. But as Steve goes to unbutton Eddie's pants, Eddie can't help but imagine he may have gotten it wrong. Maybe Eddie is the one who's gonna be laid out in front of Steve.

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 1 day ago

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Steddie soulmate AU where Eddie is a famous musician, everyone assumes he doesn't have a soulmate. Eddie was just smart and doesn't confirm, doesn't want to go through rabid fans who claim to be his soulmate. He's had too many show up wearing his initials they tattooed on themselves even before he was asked about soulmates in an interview.

Enter Steve Harrington who works as a nurse. Just casually on his third nightshift in a row in the ER. Sipping some coffee trying not to fall asleep when they get the call about some confidential patient coming in.

Eddie comes in for some injury. Steve has 0 clue who he is, just says "You look familiar, did we go to school together?" And Eddie practically falls off the stretcher at Steve's feet. Goes all googoo eyes at him. Steve being mildly concerned because Eddie's heart rate keeps skyrocketing (its because Steve is touching him).

One of the other nurses can't help but try and get the gossip from Steve, who is very much confused as to why she cares about this random patient. She tells Steve who Eddie is, and he's just like ???? Okay???

Steve doesn't admit it but the picture she shows is HOT. It's Eddie, flipping off the camera, tongue out. He's covered in tattoos, including the word 'sorry' written in a weird script on his middle finger. He's shirtless and his pants are so low that Steve can see the dip of his hips creating a v and-

Steve has to walk into the supply room to get himself under control. Pretends it doesn't mean anything and goes back to his job as his heart thuds rapidly in his chest.

Eddie tries not to pass out when they draw his blood, Steve holds his hand. It feels right. Eddie can't help wanting to ask," Hey, do you have a soulmate?" But he hates being asked that question, so he won't.

Until Steve bends over, his scrub top lifting up slightly. Eddie can't help glancing at his ass, but then he can't breathe. Because on his lower back is the initials EJM.

"Steve G. H?" Eddie asks as his voice goes up an octave. Steve turns, bewildered ," How did you-?" "Edward James Munson." Eddie whispers.

#soulmates

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 14 days ago

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@steddie-spooktober day 24: pumpkin | G | 655

“Ope, here he comes,” Robin says, glancing up out the front window of Family Video.

“Wonder what it’s gonna be this time.” Steve sighs, stacking one last tape on the counter before abandoning the task to focus on the incoming metalhead.

“What’s what gonna be?” Dustin asks, looking between the two older teens.

“Eddie’s taken it upon himself to give us a greeting every time he comes in recently.” Robin explains, watching Eddie’s attempts to fix his atrocious parking job.

“Okay, and?”

“It’s been getting more and more ridiculous each time.”

“...Okay…?”

Robin starts to explain, telling Dustin about a couple of notable visits Eddie’s made since the world almost ended.

“Merrily met, Lord and Lady Buckley of the great town of Famally Vidu!”

“...I’m ‘Lord’, I call it.”

“You can’t be Lord!”

“I can be whatever I want to be, It’s my last name!”

“Hey Stevie, what’s a beauty like you doing in a place like this all alone?”

Steve had just blinked at him, “I work here.”

“And he’s not alone!” Robin calls from where she was crouched behind a nearby shelf.

“Good morning Pumpkin,” (“He said this directly to Steve, mind you.” Robin says.)

“Eddie, it’s 3 in the afternoon.”

“Hola Querido, Querid-ess.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Eddie, that’s not how Spanish works.”

“‘S how it does in my household, Bobin.”

“Someone tell me what queer-eedo means!”

“It means asshole.” Eddie says quickly, face tinging pink.

Steve thinks back on all these, and from what he can remember about that last one (and the shade of red Eddie’s face had turned), he doesn’t think Querido means what Eddie said it did.

“I think he’s been flirting with me.” Steve says, cutting between their conversation, still staring at Eddie in his van. He’s checking his teeth in the rear-view mirror now.

“Yeah, okay, Eddie was flirting with you.” Dustin scoffs.

“No, he was.” Robin says, leaning back on the counter.

“Steve, just ‘cause you had good hair in high school doesn’t mean that everyone’s always flirting with you. And no he wasn’t.” he says, directing this last at Robin.

“Would it be so horrible if he was?” Steve turns around to face him, “If he was flirting with me, that is.”

“No, of course not, he can flirt with whoever he wants.”

“Just not me?”

“Well duh.” he says as if it’s obvious, “You guys are basically like my brothers, it’d be weird. Plus, you’re not even into guys, it wouldn’t be fair to Eddie.”

“Wait, you know about Eddie?” Robin says, rounding on him, shocked. There’s a dull thud from behind them. Eddie must’ve finally gotten out of his van.

“You know about Eddie?”

The bell jingles merrily above the door, and they turn to look at him.

Eddie takes them in, then says “Hello to everyone except Steve.” he leans forward on the counter nearest him, eyes boring into Steve, “And a special ‘Hello’ to everyone else.”

There’s a two second silence, then, “Oh my god that was horrible.” Robin laughs.

Dustin gags, “Ugh, ew, I think you’re right Steve.”

Steve, however, is just staring back at Eddie.

Eddie, who’s visibly getting more uncomfortable the longer it’s taking Steve to respond.

Steve, whose face blazes red a second later, “You’ve been flirting with me this whole time.”

Eddie straightens up, flushing a bit as he rubs the back of his neck. “Uh.. yeah, I have. That okay?”

“Yeah.. yeah, it’s good.” Steve laughs, a little breathless. Then, throwing all caution to the wind, “Hey, wanna go see a movie on Friday?”

This question seems to genuinely shock Eddie, he stands there, frozen, only unfreezing when Steve continues on with “As friends if you want, but I was thinking that since you’ve been flirting with me for the last six months…”

“No! I mean, yes. Yeah, yep. Absolutely I do. Want to go on a date with you.”

Steve grins, “Cool.”

and then they go see Trick or Treat bc it opened that friday (Oct. 24th 1986) and bc it sounded like a halloween movie, only for it to be the best/worst b-list horror movie about a bullied metalhead named eddie and the ghost of his fave rockstar

rip eddie munson, you would've loved trick or treat

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 14 days ago

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Steddie I 3.5k I Sex Pollen I sort of I NSFW I First Time I Dubcon

Steve has just gotten in the door after dinner at the Henderson's when the phone starts ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, distracted by the TV which he apparently forgot to turn off when he left.

“You need to go to Eddie’s. Like right this second.”

“Hi, Steve, how was your day?” He mocks Robin's total lack of manners.

“Do you want to be responsible for his untimely death? Because I don't!”

He ignores the hyperbole. “So why don't you go to Eddie's?”

“Because! One of us has to open tomorrow and one of us is off! So obviously it has to be you!”

“Okay,” he switches the channel from the PBS nature doc to ABC so he can catch up on the game, “I'll bite. Why do I need to babysit Eddie?”

“He was just in the store, raving about Quaaludes and Timothy Leary and shit and then he left before I could chain him to the register. You’ve got to stop him before either he overdoses or he becomes a Scarface level drug lord.”

Steve stares up at his ceiling and wonders at his life. He would never trade Rob and Eddie for Tommy and Carol but days like today have him wondering where he'd be if he hadn't spray painted that marquee.

“You're spiraling but fine, I'll go to Eddie's and make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit or become a drug kingpin.”

“Good. Call me tomorrow.”

She hangs up before he can say another word.

“Rude.”

***

Of course Eddie doesn't answer the door when Steve knocks but it's open and he can see Eddie through the screen, waving him inside without looking up to see who it is first.

“You're just asking for trouble, you know,” he quips as he kicks his shoes off.

“Nah,” Eddie denies, still bent over the wooden tray on the coffee table, “I knew it was you.”

“Oh yeah?” He eyeballs the spread of narcotics Eddie has already somehow amassed. Scary stuff to Steve's untrained eye.

“Yeah, I know Robin called you because she's a huge baby and I know the sound of your car because it's the quietest to ever pull up to my door.” He finally looks up, grin wide and pleased. “Sherlock Holmes ain't got shit on me.”

Steve rolls his eyes and changes the subject. “So what is this science experiment?”

One thing that links all nerds together, Steve has found, is passion. Be it electronics, books, music, film, games, or food, they're all ready and willing to talk about it. Apparently Eddie's current passion is creating Hawkins' hottest party drug. Something about mixing the mellow high of a Sativa with the tactile pleasure of ecstasy. Steve is lost in the technical aspects of what Eddie's saying but the gist is ‘creative genius equals money.’

“And this is a good idea? You selling drugs again?”

Eddie glances up from his scale to scowl at Steve. “Not all of us can be trust fund babies.”

The nerve! Steve rolls his eyes. “My parents are upper middle class, dude, there is no trust fund. And even if there was, I still wouldn't have anything on account of my parents being financially abusive.” Thanks Robin for pointing that out. He wanders over to the fridge, while Eddie mumbles about generational poverty, and grabs himself a beer. It immediately goes onto the back of his neck first, because the Munson's don't have AC and it's hot as balls inside the trailer. There's a fan in the corner but it's not on.

“Hey, why is the fan off? I'm dying here.”

Eddie glances up. “You can turn it on but make sure the oscillating part is turned off.”

Makes sense, don't want to be blowing drugs everywhere. He makes sure the little knob in the back is up before clicking the front on. Blessed moving air blows up his shirt, cooling the sticky sweat along his midriff. He turns to dry the small of his back but the air disappears. It takes all of two seconds for Steve to realize his mistake as Eddie shouts, “Fuck, Steve! Shit!”

Apparently knob up means oscillator on, not off.

He rushes to help secure the goods but it's no use. Instead of just fixing the fan, like he should've done, he jumps in front of the blowing powder and gets himself just as coated as Eddie is.

“Shit,” he moans. “Uh. Are we gonna overdose? Eddie, I’ve never done hard drugs. Except coke once sophomore year and maybe whatever shit the Russians gave me and Robin. Eddie? I'm freaking out.”

Eddie grabs a chunk of Steve's hair and yanks on it, successfully pulling him out of his impending spiral. “Stop freaking out. Go fix the fan.”

“Right.” He rushes to comply. “God, I'm so sorry, I can't believe I fucked that up so bad. How much did you lose? I'll pay for it.”

“Don't worry about that right now.” He gets up, takes the beer from Steve's hand, which he didn't even realize he was still carrying around, and pulls him down the hall. “This is about to get real weird but stay with me on this, okay?” He waits until Steve nervously nods before explaining. “We gotta wash this shit off, sooner rather than later. The sweat is going to make everything soak in faster, so we gotta move quick. I'm gonna let you go first since my tolerance is higher, cool? Just rinse off, you don't have to wash.”

Steve keeps nodding, an attempt to look cool and not like he's freaking out.

“Okay, go ahead. I'm gonna grab us some clean clothes.”

Steve is left by himself in the tiny bathroom. He doesn't waste any time stripping his shirt and shorts off and tossing them in the corner, doesn't wait for the water to heat up either, just gets in cold. Feels pretty good honestly.

“I'm leaving a towel and some sweats on the toilet,” Eddie calls out over the sound of the water. It would maybe be weird under normal circumstances, being in this tiny bathroom at the same time, but it's not even registering on his radar at the moment, too worried about overdosing on party drugs. He's already starting to feel…something.

“Hey,” he calls back before Eddie can leave again, “what did we get dosed with?”

“Uhh, so, mostly Texas Sassafras. Some amyl nitrate. Some gas station boner pills… Nothing too bad.”

Steve glances down at his dick. Yeah. That's the thing he's been feeling.

“Gotcha.”

“You almost done? My tolerance is good but I'm only human.”

Fuck. Steve scrambles to jump out of the shower; Eddie starts yelling and shielding his eyes like a little kid. He snatches the towel, wrapping it as fast as he can, and steps aside so Eddie can get in. He just catches the reveal of Eddie's tattooed back before he shuts the door.

“Don't go back to the living room, just chill in my room!” Eddie yells through the door.

“Okay,” he yells back as he stands awkwardly in the hall. He forgot to grab the clothes Eddie set out…

That starts mattering less and less as the seconds tick by. There's something happening with his skin, distracting from the situation that should be panic inducing, something like the way a sugar high feels but more…localized. He plays with it, touching his arms, his neck, his chest. Even the scratchy towel feels good against his heated skin.

So this is why people do ecstasy...

Eddie has silk sheets. Black silk sheets. Some part of Steve that's operating in the background wonders where he found such a thing but the siren call of how good they would feel against his bare skin is louder.

He lowers himself down, slowly, as if he might not be able to handle the sensation all at once, but he finds nothing but cool waves of pleasure. He groans at how good it feels, stretches out like a cat in a sun beam, all content and lazy. The shower shuts off in the bathroom but Steve doesn't register that as important, he's too busy writhing. The towel feels less pleasant compared to the sheets, so he yanks it away.

“I'm gonna grab some supplies,” Eddie yells from the hall.

“Mmhmm,” Steve groans back, hoping it conveys his understanding. He's a little tied up with scratching his abdomen and then rubbing the warm skin. His thighs next, scratch, soothe, scratch, soothe.

“Okay, I got us some water and-”

Steve turns when the lot of what Eddie has in his hands falls out and hits the floor. “Jesus Christ,” he croaks next, eyes locked on Steve in the bed.

That feels good too, Eddie's wide eyes on him, looking him up and down.

“Oh, I've fucked up,” he mumbles, almost too low for Steve to hear. “Flew too close to the sun on this one. Or no, I'm Prometheus.”

“Hmm?” Steve asks, curious but not enough to stop touching.

“He disobeyed the other gods and gave fire to the humans.” Eddie is tenting his sweat pants, Steve sees the outline clearly. It makes his own cock twitch in sympathy.

“Sounds like a good thing,” Steve points out. Somehow his mouth is still connected to his brain, but he doesn't know how because he's not actively thinking about anything other than what Eddie's happy trail would feel like against his cheek.

“Yeah, no, they chained him to a rock and let an eagle pluck out his liver for all eternity. So, not good.”

Steve's hand has found his erection and is slowly jacking it to the sound of Eddie's voice. “Tell me more.”

His eyes bug out even more, laser focused on what Steve's doing. “What?” His voice cracks.

“Tell me about anything, just keep talking.”

“No,” he whines, shaking his head, wet hair flinging droplets of water around. “You're going to kill me when you sober up. I'm a dead man. You're going to flay me alive.”

He spreads the bead of precome leaking from his head around, marvelling at the sensation. “No. I don't think so. This is pretty great, in my opinion. Would be better if you joined me.”

The noise that escapes Eddie's throat makes it sound like he's in pain. “This isn't happening. I'm passed out on the couch. Wake up, wake up, wake up.”

“Quit being a loser, come hang out with me.” He reaches over the side of the bed, hand stretched toward Eddie.

“You don't want this, Steve. It the drugs talking. You're not queer.”

That doesn't sound right. “I don't know, man, wanting to jerk off to you talking about gods torturing people sounds pretty queer.”

“It's the drugs.”

“I want to bite you. I wanna see your dick. I want you to pull on my balls so I don't come too soon. I want-”

“Ahh!” Eddie slaps both hands over his ears like a kid hiding from monsters in the closet. “Shut up! I can't stay focused if you don't shut up!”

Steve just keeps jacking off, eyes on Eddie's massive sweat pants boner. He gets what Nancy was talking about now.

When Steve doesn't argue, Eddie cracks one eye open, sees Steve still jacking it, and screws it back up again.

“I'm in hell and I deserve it.”

“You having a bad trip?” Steve asks conversationally. “That sucks, man, cause I'm having a great time.”

“I'm having the literal worst time.”

Steve pouts. “If you come over here I'll try to make it better.”

Eddie's face screws up like he's actually in pain but then suddenly it drops and he looks up at Steve again. Determined. It's kinda hot. But then again, everything about Eddie is hot. Even his stupid, shitty tattoos look good right now.

“Promise you won't be mad tomorrow.”

“Mmm?” He's distracted by the little bit of ink peeking out near Eddie's hipbone.

“If we…help each other out, I need you to promise you won't freak out on me tomorrow. That we'll still be friends. That you'll remember begging and how I said no first. Right?”

“I'll beg more if you want me to.”

Eddie growls and launches himself at Steve in the bed. It's glorious, the way they melt into each other, the way their skin sticks and slides, Eddie’s hands all over him. He reaches down and yanks until Eddie's pants are all the way off, wastes no time getting his cock in hand.

“Fuck,” he grunts into Steve's neck.

“Do me too,” Steve commands. “Hurry up, I'm not gonna last long.”

“Thought that's what the ball tugging was for,” he mouths off even though he's got Steve in hand now as well. Their knuckles bump together as they jack too close together.

“You waited too long,” he complains. “Now it's too late. Fuck, you're good at this.”

“Had a lot of practice.”

Steve grunts. “Jacking guys off?”

“Not as many as I'd like, no. Meant myself.”

“Oh.” Yeah that's better. Fantastic even. “Tell me about it. What do you think about?”

Steve feels Eddie swell, twitch in his grasp.

“This, mostly. But I'm gonna need you to forget I said that by tomorrow. Jesus, fuck, right there, just like that.”

Steve keeps his hand consintrated on the head, tight fisted. His own is sliding through Eddie's fist, slick with his own leaking head. He pushes through, hips no longer under his control, thinking about Eddie alone in bed, squeezing his cock head to the thought of Steve doing it. He comes seconds later, getting them soaked. Eddie follows, a pained sort of cry muffled against Steve's collarbone.

They lay in the aftermath, wet and content. At least, Steve feels content. He has no idea where Eddie has landed. It's getting harder to focus on his surroundings, the lights are blinking out. Not in a scary way, just the normal ‘pass out after a stellar orgasm’ sort of way.

Eddie mumbles something about cleaning them up, refilling the water cup, but all Steve can do is hum and smile happily into the mattress.

***

Sunlight rarely reaches into Eddie's bedroom, he bought blackout curtains for just that reason, but Steve wakes up promptly at 6am anyway. Must be some vestigial jock thing, up for practice or whatever.

Eddie hasn't slept a wink. How could he? Do men on Death Row sleep before their executions? Probably not.

He'd tucked the spare sheet around Steve's hips last night to preserve his modesty but Steve kicks them off as he awakens, adorably grumpy.

Eddie nearly swallows his tongue to see all of the man, exposed once again, in his bed.

The sound of him choking alerts Steve to his presence, one eye cracks open to spot him sitting against the door. He frowns but it doesn't look angry. Yet.

Steve sits up gingerly, stretches like he's woken up comfy in his own bed. Once settled against the head board, he looks Eddie over again.

“I see you've decided to be the one to make it weird.”

What. “What?”

“You,” he waves at Eddie, “over there like I might actually bite you. You're making it weird. Why aren't you in bed?”

Because that would put me in punching range. Obviously.

“What.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “This is only weird if you think it's weird, Eddie. I'm not mad. The whole thing was my fault to begin with.”

“No, I'm the one who was fucking around with ecstasy and boner pills, I shouldn't have-”

“Oh my god, would you just get up here?”

He blinks at Steve, still unsure why he's not freaking out more. He should be livid. Filled with heterosexual rage. Bent on straight revenge.

“I can literally see you spiralling.” He lowers himself back down flat on the bed, angled toward Eddie, which is a devastating look. Head pillowed on his arms, hair all over the place like someone ran their fingers through it. He's pretty sure he didn't do that. Fairly sure.

“Eddie.”

“Yes?” He squeaks.

“I'm not mad. You didn't do anything wrong. I actually think that was pretty fun. I can totally see why people do that shit at parties.” He smiles like they're sharing a fun moment.

Eddie is still passed out on the couch apparently.

“You're not mad?”

“Not even a little bit. Except waking up with you on the floor like you exiled yourself from your own bed. That's shitty.”

He imagines for a brief moment waking up in Steve's arms and dies a little inside. Yeah fucking right. Like that was ever an option.

“Okay,” he settles on.

Steve nods, like they're on the same page now. Eddie's not even reading the same book. Steve's book isn't even in English.

“So, uh, you do shit like that often?”

He cocks his head. “No?”

“Oh. So, what? You were just gonna sample your Frankensteined concoction on your own last night? That seems lame.”

That startles a laugh out of him. “Well, yeah, man. Not like I have a ton of parties I'm getting invited to these days. That's half the reason why I was fucking around with something new to begin with.”

Steve doesn't like that, his eyes go all sad.

“So you have something to offer the shitheels in this town? Don't bother, man. They're not worth your effort.”

That's kinda sweet. He gives Steve a small smile in thanks.

“I assume whatever you were trying to make last night wouldn't have been as…intense though, right? It was stronger because of what happened with the fan?”

“Yeah, not meant for topical application.” He reckons smoking it laced into his Mellow Marvin Martian would've been a way more subtle high. Not 'accidentally jerking off your straight friend' kinda high.

“Would've sucked if you got blitzed like that on your own though, right? Probably good I was here to help out.”

And we're right back to square one. “What.”

He shrugs, or as near to it as he can laying on his side. “Happy to help, is all. I mean, I'm sure you would've done alright on your own, considering your…expertise.” He gives Eddie a shit eating grin, not quite teasing, not quite flirting, something in between. Eddie's brain melts through his skull and down the back of his neck. He's just blinking and staring, probably looks completely deranged. But what the fuck is he supposed to say to that? ‘Thanks, I've been jerking off for years?’

“Hey. Sorry if I'm getting the wrong idea,” Steve says, losing his bravado in the face of Eddie's continued silence. “I just wanted to…I mean, if you had a good time... I definitely had a good time! So, like, if you wanted to, I don't know, do this again? Not the possible near overdose, obviously, but the, um, other bit. I'm cool. I mean-”

“Steve,” he chokes out. Steve perks up, ready for whatever Eddie is able to articulate, which seems to be nothing. But he has to rally; he will not allow Steve to leave his place thinking he doesn't want to do that again. In every room. On every available surface.

“Yes.” There. Perfect. Nailed it.

“Yes?”

He nods. “Yep. Yes. If you want. Yes.”

“Cool,” is all he says. He snuggles back under the sheet, looking all content and pleased and happy. Ugh.

“Good.”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“Come up here with me.”

“Aye, aye, cap’n.”

He snorts. “Think I was dishonorably discharged from that title when Scoops burned to the ground.”

Eddie doesn't respond. Thinking about Steve in that outfit is forbidden. Or it was back when Steve hadn't touched his dick? Hmm.

Once he's comfortably laying next to Steve, he reaches out and smoothes a hand over Eddie's hair, which must be atrocious. He gives up after a second of fussing.

“Well,” he says with an air of seriousness, “we found out I'm not too straight for hand jobs. Do you think I'm too straight for making out?”

There's no way this is happening. He must be the first man to have overdosed on weed and he died last night. “Only one way to find out,” he answers as though all of this is completely normal.

They share their first kiss with Steve giggling into his mouth.

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 14 days ago

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robin's read the lord of the rings and the hobbit but she refuses to let any of the party find out because it's far funnier for her and steve to pretend they don't know anything. she keeps calling bilbo "dildo" and dustin gets so heated trying to correct her that he goes scarlet

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 18 days ago

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Platonic Stobin fic where Robin's parents know she's gay but are waiting for her to tell them in her own time. They're totally fine with it. They were hippies, after all, free love means love for all however they feel it and whoever they feel it toward. They've tried dropping hints like that to her before, but she either didn't notice or only got more nervous afterward, so they're just staying quiet and waiting her out.

Enter Steve who is suddenly over all the fucking time. He picks their daughter up for school (which he doesn't even go to) and work (which they do together, at the same place, at least 3 days a week). He comes over to hang out when they're both off from work. He bought her a giant stuffed Gremlin for her birthday and even offered to throw her a blowout at his house since it was her 18th (they shut that one down VERY quickly-- free love, sure; minors in an empty house with liquor, no). It finally comes to a head when Mr. Buckley hears tapping outside and goes to investigate only to find Steve throwing pebbles at his daughter's window.

And look, it's not like they hate the kid. For being a yuppie capitalist wet dream of a young adult, he's actually very kind and polite. But the only woman Mr. Buckley ever spent this much time with (or spent this much time trying to spend time with) is the current Mrs. Buckley.

Cue Robin's parents trying to (a) speedrun getting Robin to come out because she NEEDS to tell Steve she isn't interested, (b) very subtly tell Steve their daughter isn't in any way interested without outing her, or (c) both.

#stobin

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 19 days ago

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Steddie Halloween

Halloween after 'Spring Break' must be such a hard time for Steve. This is the guy that regularly hosted costume parties at his house during his King Steve era. And at some point probably hosted more laid back ones for the kids and Robin.

But since the Russian bunker he just... can't.

He has regular and more frequent night terrors of torture that had him and Robin shivering and holding onto one another like buoys. He's been dragged down into the depths of lakes by unseen monsters that left all kinds of scars. He gets migraines from moving too quickly or seeing strobing lights.

He carried Eddie's body out of the upside down, hands slippery in blood. He did CPR and felt Eddie's ribs crack under his hands. He looked at Eddie handcuffed to a hospital bed while doctors said we just don't know yet. Had to watch his Uncle, his father, sit by Eddie every day, rarely leaving his side, staring at his chest like he was grateful for each breath his boy took.

So. He's not really able to do Halloween anymore. And that's hard for him.

But whatever. He'll survive. He's fine to sit on the sidelines if it means the others will have a good time.

At this point, Steve was already coming to terms with his bisexuality. He'd already done a speed run through the Coming Out stages and walked out the other side with the eerie confidence only Steve Harrington could muster. This is a dude who has decided that he's going to flirt with Eddie until the other realizes and gets with the program. He knows Eddie likes him. He's a pro at dating and relationships and crushes. He just needs Eddie to figure out that the not so subtle hints mean something.

And then came Halloween.

He'd already told Eddie during a movie night about how much he missed the spooky season.

(And yes, he did discuss it while openly combing Eddie's hair back from his face and absolutely relishing in the way the other boy was turning all kinds of pink under the glow of the TV. Yes, Eddie was taking his time to catch up but no one said Steve couldn't have fun while he waited).

"Aw man. That sucks." Eddie barely managed to boot up his brain again to answer.

"It's fine," Steve would say, even though it wasn't.

And then, on October 31st, Steve wakes up to a maze in his backyard.

It's not a very good maze. It's mostly just tipped over pallets taken from behind Melvalds as the walls and tarps as the ceiling to block out some of the light. But it's so clearly meant to be some kind of a haunted hallway.

Steve is in boxers and a ratty Hawkins Swim Team t-shirt. He didn't take time to put on shoes, so he's walking across the cold concrete and the dewy grass in tube socks.

There's a sign posted on a piece of cardboard at the entrance.

ENTER IF YOU DARE

He stands there, shifting from foot to foot in his rapidly dampening socks, not quite sure what to do but intrigued nonetheless.

There's whispering and hushed voices from inside. And then Dustin is stomping out from around one of the pallet corners dressed in a suit that's clearly too small for him.

"Come on, dude. Can't you read? You're supposed to enter."

"It says enter if I dare."

"Yeah. So enter."

"What if I don't dare?"

Dustin rolls his eyes hard enough to make them stick, and honestly this kid and his tone.

"Can you just-" He groans. "Look. Eddie set this thing up and he and Robin dragged us all out of our beds at ass o'clock in the morning to put on these stupid haunted house costumes and wait around for you to wake up. So can you please just dare?"

Steve blinks. He looks at Dustin's suit. The tie is a little crooked and he's wearing bright yellow socks with his dress shoes. "I thought haunted house costumes were supposed to be... yunno... scary?"

"Yeah," said Dustin, gesturing to himself. "I'm the corporate grind."

And Steve can't do anything but laugh.

He goes through the little haunted maze. El was apparently having the time of her life and waves at him from a dead end, decked out a dress she made out of bits of stapled paper. "I am very frightening," she assured Steve. "I am overdue bills."

"That is very frightening," Steve agreed and ruffled her hair before going down another short hallway.

No one jumps out. There are no bright lights. Will had drawn decorations that they'd taped to the inside of the recycled plywood warning him of imposter syndrome and sleeping past your alarm and girls. Lucas at least put in a little more effort as a basketball player, though he had his knee wrapped in a bandage they must have picked up at the pharmacy and explained to Steve that the true horrors were being benched all season.

Max had refused to put on a costume and declared that she was scary all on her own.

Even Robin was there, waving at him. There was a cooler besides her. "This is the checkpoint," she said. "All the best haunted houses have checkpoints."

Apparently, the checkpoint included his migraine medication that he'd coincidentally forgotten to take that morning and a takeaway cup of lukewarm coffee.

"I tried to keep it warm!" She flapped her hands, waving them at the cardboard cup. "I literally held it between my knees and everything. But I had to help Eddie out last night to start building and-" she paused. "Shit. I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Forget I said that! Just- drink your coffee! Or don't! Is it warm enough? It's probably not. Fuck."

Steve is always shocked at how much more he loves Robin every day.

"It's good," Steve assured her, taking a sip. "Much scarier this way. Nothing scarier than a cold cup of coffee."

When he finally does make it to the end of the maze, Eddie is right there waiting. He's dressed as a vampire, with the stupid fake teeth and blood drawn down his chin with lipstick.

"You escaped the haunted maze!" Eddie put on a show of acting shocked, horrified, angry. His speech comes out garbled from behind the plastic teeth so it sounded more like you ethcaped the ha'ted mathe! It was endearing. Charming. Perfect. "My evil plan is foiled!"

Steve smiled. He looked back at the tarp and plywood and cardboard and duct tape. "You put this all together?" He turned back. "You built me a haunted house?"

Eddie's posturing paused. Despite how much he tried, there was little Eddie could do to hide the way he turned almost shy. He took out the teeth. "Uh. Yeah. But it's no big deal."

"It's kind of a big deal."

"It's really not," said Eddie. "Just- yunno. Figured you should be included." He brightened. "And this isn't everything! We've got a party planned at Joyce's tonight. Low music, we'll keep the lights on. Kids even picked out a movie, but I can't attest to the quality."

"You built me a haunted house."

"I... did." Eddie cleared his throat. He shoved the teeth back in. "But just so you know, it was all part of my evil plan. Which you foiled, My Liege!"

Steve stepped forward. "What was it?"

Eddie paused.

"The evil plan. What was it?"

"Oh. Uh." Eddie swallowed. "Keep you in my evil clutches forever?"

Steve beamed.

Robin had to usher a group of jeering kids away from the Harrington house. It was apparently too much for them to see Steve grab Eddie by the edges of his stupid vampire cape and tug him into a kiss.

"Dracula doesn't swoon," Dustin shouted back at them, covering his eyes.

"This one does," said Steve happily, before going back to work on a very shocked Eddie.

In the end, it did take Eddie a minute to catch up. Once his brain rebooted and he was able to comprehend that he was kissing Steve Harrington, the boy he'd loved since long, long ago.

He spends that night at the party sitting on the couch with his face buried against Steve's chest while the movie played. "You'd been flirting with me?"

"Mmmhm," said Steve, popping a candy corn into his mouth.

"This whole time?"

"Yup," said Steve.

"I wasn't imagining it?"

"Nope," said Steve.

"This is real?"

"Yup," said Steve, and dropped a kiss onto the top of Eddie's head.

"Okay," rasped Eddie. "Just checking."

"Learning how dumb you were being was the scariest thing this entire halloween," Dustin mumbled from the floor.

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 23 days ago

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Eddie survived the Upside Down. The bats. Vecna. And after the hospital, the town recovery, the shady government agencies clearing his name, after all of that, he has the best year and a half of his life. A lot of it is due to Steve and Robin. Well. The whole group of them, really, but Harrington and Buckley specifically.

Except that, you know, he survived extra-dimensional horrors and now he's going to die anyway, brought down in his prime by his devastating crush on Steve Harrington.

It's a stupid way to meet his end. Even worse than going at the hands of a demented telepathic wizard named after a DnD monster. Though...it's not like he didn't see the crush coming a mile away. Eddie may not have any practical experience in matters of the heart, but he knows he likes a pretty boy and Steve is the prettiest of them all.

There is no dimension where his feelings are requited, so he flirts and he pines, and knows it means nothing when Steve matches him quip for quip, touch for touch. He keeps getting himself in these situations where he thinks--maybe--but Steve is straight, constantly goes out with pretty, bubbly girls.

The pining may kill him, but he's determined to leave this world with a little bit of grace.

Until Steve's Halloween party.

It's a whole thing. All the kids, the rest of their own group of young adults, plus the Hellfire Boys, and the actual adults. It's a weird mix, but Eddie figures that, well. It's a family thing.

Halloween is his favorite holiday, one he plans for all year, but this year he decides to take it easy, electing to do a take on the vampire gang from The Lost Boys. The party is in full swing when they walk in, Wayne quickly spotting Hopper and making his way to the kitchen, but Eddie doesn't see Steve in the chaos of kids and Jonathan and Argyle's dual Frankensteins.

He grabs a beer from Robin who keeps giving him this look all knowing and sparkling and he doesn't understand it, not until he hears delighted laughter and shouts in the main room.

Buckley squeezes past him, and he takes the moment alone to close his eyes, brace for whatever fresh, unwitting, torture Steve has in store for him tonight.

He steps into the living room and time freezes.

Steve's in the shortest shorts Eddie's ever seen, thick, muscular, bitable thighs on full display. He's wearing a pink sweatshirt, neon fingerless gloves that very distantly Eddie recognizes as belonging to El, and gold hoop earrings in both ears.

Eddie has to sit down.

Wham! Isn't his kind of music, and he finds George Michael grating because of it, but--he's seen men dressed like that in magazines he steals from bookstores in Indianapolis, had wondered if George Michael was gay too. And now here Steve is, looking like a fantasy ripped direct from Eddie's brain.

Before he can make an escape, someone turns on the Monster Mash. The two Frankenstein's lurch into the room and start dancing. The rest of them are quick to follow, even Wayne and Hopper, after some light cajoling from Joyce, Max, and El.

It's silly fun, the perfect way for Eddie to forget about Steve and the way his ass looked in those shorts. They dance and goof around, and Thriller comes on, so they all try to do the dance, him and Nancy laughing until their stomachs hurt with their stiff-limbed moves.

The song switches to Material Girl, making El and Max screech, and the next thing he knows, Steve is in front of him, shimmying along. It's the closest they've been all night and now Eddie can see the faint eyeliner smudged along Steve's lash line. Something low and hot tightens in his core.

Steve grabs his shoulders, pulls Eddie closer. "C'mon, Munson, even you have to dance to Madonna!"

He laughs through his breathlessness, can't believe he and Steve are dancing together, not with Steve looking like that, somehow innocent, sexy, and ripe all at once.

Their eyes meet and Steve smiles all slow and dangerous, knotting up Eddie's stomach with a wild kind of anticipation. He doesn't have time to stop himself feeling it, can only give himself over to the shrinking distance between their bodies, the way Steve is warm and muscular against him.

Eddie's not hearing the music anymore, unaware of all their friends dancing close by. He's hypnotized by the dark heat in Steve's hazel eyes, lets himself clutch at Steve's hip, drag their bodies together. He feels Steve's breath escape in a quick burst, and it's a crash of cold water.

He disentangles himself, rushes out the patio doors. The night air is bracing as it chills his heated skin, his burning lungs. He takes a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lighting it with a shaking hand.

That was too much. He let himself feel too much; want too much. Got swept away by Steve in makeup and earrings and tiny shorts. On the street, he hears children laughing, music thumping from a passing car, tries to get lost in that instead of his embarrassment. It makes him miss the slide of the patio door opening again. Doesn't realize he's not alone until he hears Steve say, "Eddie? You okay?"

He nods, but doesn't turn. "Just needed some air." He lifts the smoldering embers of his cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out.

Steve stands close enough that their shoulders bump. Eddie forces himself not to flinch away. "What are you doing out here? You'll freeze." It's not all a deflection.

"I'm fine," Steve says. "Sweatshirt." He wiggles the sleeve in Eddie's face.

"Yeah, but your legs, man. C'mon." He pulls his jacket off his shoulders. "At least cover them up a little."

Steve gives him an annoyed smile, but takes the jacket, trying to settle the leather around his legs. It's kind of a losing battle, but it makes them both laugh.

"I'm sorry," Steve says. "For back there. I shouldn't have pushed."

"Pushed?" Eddie feels like he missed a couple of stairs on his way down. "You didn't--"

Steve runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I did, Eddie. And Robin said," he sighs. "Robin said to just talk to you but I'm shit with words, so."

"So?" He faces Steve now, completely perplexed about where this is going. "I'm the one who pushed too far."

"Of course you didn't." Steve laughs a little. "I wanted to dance with you. I wanted to be close to you."

Eddie takes a step back, nervous smile on his face. "Is this some kind of weird joke?"

"What? No! Why would it be? I'm trying to say that I like you, man."

"Wha--But you're--"

"Don't--don't say popular or a jock or any of that. I'm--you know who I am, Eddie, better than most people."

"I was going to say straight."

Steve stills, blinking. "I told you I was bisexual."

"You did not!" Eddie yelps.

"I did! After went to see The Lost Boys!" He grabs Eddie's leather jacket. "I said I thought Kiefer Sutherland was sexy!"

"I thought you were being hyperbolic!"

"I wore this for you!" Steve wiggles his naked calf in Eddie's face.

"I don't like even like Wham!"

"You stared at a picture of George Michael in this outfit in one of El's Teen Beats for fifteen minutes!"

"I did NOT!" Except now that Steve's said it, Eddie has a pretty good memory of doing that very thing. "Wait. You were trying to seduce me by dressing as George Michael?"

"Like you weren't doing the same with the whole hot vampire biker thing?"

"I didn't expect it to work!"

He doesn't--will never--know who closes the distance first, but they crash together in a clash of mouths and teeth and noses. Steve's hands fist into Eddie's t-shirt, Eddie yanking at Steve's belt loops, until nothing separates them.

The kiss breaks as Steve mouths along his jaw, down his neck, and Eddie's fucking helpless at the turn of events. Never in his wildest fantasies--

"Stay tonight?" Steve asks, voice muffled against Eddie's skin.

"Are you kidding, sweetheart? I'm going to tear these shorts off with my teeth."

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 23 days ago

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One of my favorite flavors of Rockstar Eddie and Normal Guy Steve is when Steve not only doesn't care who Eddie is, but actually thinks his music is terrible and is Not Impressed with him at all.

Robin and the kids drag him to a festival where Corroded Coffin is headlining and they have an ok time, Steve is mostly focused on making sure no one gets dehydrated or roofied but he enjoys some of the opening acts before the heavier shit starts.

But then the more metal/alternative stuff starts and more people are crowding around the main stage and the whole thing irritates him and makes his head start to throb but he's keeping it together. Finally, the main act is set to take the stage and Steve can push through one more hour before corralling everyone to the food stalls one last time and heading home so he doesn't have to stop on the way to feed the gremlins, or worse, take them to his place and be forced to provide sustenance.

Only, Corroded Coffin is 30 minutes late to the stage which sets Steve's teeth on edge from the get-go. Then they come on and they are so loud and the main guy whose name he doesn't know (it's Eddie) is drenched in sweat in 5 minutes and looks like a drowned rat with tattoos. Steve has no idea what they're saying and he's reached his limit so he knows he must be glaring up at them and is the infuriating guy in the front of the crowd with his arms crossed not dancing.

Finally, the show ends after two encores making it well past 1:00 AM. The kids and Robin are buzzing, so he can't be too mad, but he's ready to get something to eat and drive them all home. Technically there's two days of the festival, but they only had enough money to shell out for the first day.

It's when they're in line for food that Eddie seeks out Steve. Usually people standing in front and not moving is a surefire way to piss Eddie the fuck off, but this guy was so pretty and looked so sweet looking at his friends next to him he was instantly smitten.

He walks over with a kind of jackass rockstar swagger that immediately sets Steve off. He smells like sweat and his hair is a huge frizzy mess and he says "Hey sweetheart, why don't you let me buy you something?"

Steve just gives him an unimpressed look while the party is in various states of shock, crosses his arms, and says "Only if you want to pay for all these shitheads too. They're like a pack of feral chipmunks and I'm not looking forward to paying their bill."

This is not at all the response Eddie expects. He's famous! He's used to people getting flustered and tripping over themselves to be in his orbit! Sue him! But he's immediately charmed and agrees to pay for everyone and ends up coming with them to eat around Steve's car, entertaining the kids when he'd rather lean up on the side of Steve Robin hasn't already claimed for herself.

By the end of the night Eddie is convinced Steve is the one for him, the man of his dreams and is determined to woo him. He asks for Steve's number which Steve agrees to give, but promises Eddie he won't be easy to please.

Eddie is more than up for the challenge.

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 27 days ago

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Some guy Steve and rockstar Eddie

Steve sees Eddie out in public and partially recognizes him, no idea he's famous but in one of those I've definitely seen your face before but he can't get his concussion riddled brain to place where

Eddie meanwhile is bracing himself for either an over eager fan or based on how angry Steve's confused face is for him to start shouting about 'satan worship'

Imagine Eddie's surprise when Steve does finally approach him he simply asks 'do you know Dustin?'

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steddielicious-quaerhye · 27 days ago

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is it casual now?

for @steddiesongfics using casual by chappell roan

rated e, minors dni | 1463 words | cw: referenced drug use, hospitals | tags: angst with a happy ending, platonic Stobin, season 3, alternate meeting, secret mutual pining, blowjob, friends with benefits, getting together

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“Shit. Fuck.” Steve gasps as Eddie’s tongue swirls around him again. “Fuck baby, that’s it.”

Eddie pops off of his cock, frowns up at him.

“What?”

Steve’s trying to focus, he really is, but he’s so close he’s pretty sure if Eddie even looks at him wrong he’ll come.

“Why’d you stop?” He asks, pinching his thigh to try to get him away from the edge.

“You called me baby.”

“Oh.” Shit, he did, didn’t he? “I guess I was just kinda lost in it. Sorry.”

Steve isn’t sorry, though. Not really.

Whatever he and Eddie had been doing for months now was getting to its turning point. Either they’d end up never speaking again or Steve would get a boyfriend out of it.

But what made him nervous was the fact that Eddie was always the one to remind him that they were just casual. Eddie was the first one to get dressed and leave. Eddie was the one who never made eye contact if they saw each other in public.

Steve was fine at first. He didn’t want anything serious, anyway. A bad breakup and sexuality crisis led him to Eddie for weed, but what he got was a lot more than that.

And now Steve’s pretty sure he’s in love with Eddie, and Eddie probably thinks Steve’s just a great fuck.

Eddie nods once and gets back to it, leaning down and taking all of Steve’s length in his mouth in one swallow. It makes Steve see stars, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Steve’s not even sure how long they’ve been parked in this abandoned lot, Eddie on his knees between Steve’s legs while Steve leans back in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. They never do anything in Steve’s car. Steve’s offered, but Eddie always says no.

Steve’s lost in his thoughts when Eddie pulls off again, this time with an annoyed look.

“Is this not good enough for you?” He asks.

And now Steve’s really confused because everything Eddie does for him is always incredible and perfect and exactly what he wants. He looks down and barely contains a flush of embarrassment.

He wasn’t completely soft, but he was definitely closer to soft than hard and he has no idea how that happened.

“I-“

“If you don’t wanna do anything, just say it, Steve.”

“No, Eddie, it’s not that-“

“You don’t have to fake noises and shit just for me.”

“I’m not!”

Steve feels like he’s about to lose everything, but he won’t lose anything at all, will he? Eddie isn’t anything to him except the guy who sells him weed and sucks him off in his van.

“I think we’re done here,” Eddie sighs and opens the door. He starts to climb out when Steve grabs his hand. “Let me go, Steve.”

His tone makes Steve let go immediately.

“What is it? I didn’t mean to call you that, I’m sorry,” Steve knows he sounds desperate, close to begging. He isn’t ready for this to be over yet.

“It’s not like that with us, Steve. You can’t call me that. So if that slips out, what else will?” Eddie is standing outside the van door, looking over his shoulder as if he’d be caught at any moment. “Sorry, but I don’t think we should do this anymore.”

“But-“

“I’ll drive you back to your car.”

And that’s it. Eddie doesn’t say anything else on the two minute drive back to Steve’s car, just a quick “get home safe” when he gets out. He pulls away before Steve even starts his own car.

Steve cries the entire drive home, and all night in his bed.

He realizes he hasn’t cried this much since Nancy broke up with him, but he refuses to acknowledge why. At least not now, not when it’s so fresh.

He’ll be fine tomorrow.

They were just casual, after all.

****

Steve isn’t fine tomorrow. Or the day after that.

He isn’t fine when he calls Eddie to arrange to buy weed and Eddie hangs up on him.

He isn’t fine when Robin asks him why he’s so emotional at work and he can’t tell her a single thing about it or he’d out himself and Eddie.

He isn’t fine weeks later when he runs into Eddie at the grocery store grabbing what he knows is his Uncle Wayne’s favorite beer and Eddie pretends he doesn’t exist.

Steve acknowledges it now, what he refused to before: he loves Eddie and Eddie doesn’t love him.

****

When Steve is pulling into his driveway at nearly three in the morning, vision blurry and head pounding, he thinks he’s still got Russian drugs in his system.

Eddie’s pacing his front porch, lips moving as if he’s talking to himself, hands flying up in the air every few seconds. Steve can’t help smiling to himself about how ridiculous he looks.

Is he arguing with himself?

He seems to notice Steve on his next turn, freezing and staring into Steve’s eyes like a deer caught in headlights. Which he kinda is, now that Steve thinks about it.

Steve giggles. Eddie is just a baby deer. Harmless, cute, bouncy.

His door opens and Eddie’s suddenly there, gently cupping his face in his hands, eyes roving over every inch of Steve’s battered and bruised and swollen skin. Steve hasn’t looked since the bathroom with Robin, but he knows it can’t be any better than it was then.

“You look like a deer,” Steve says, happy just to have Eddie’s attention again.

“A deer? What the hell? Stevie, who let you drive home like this?” Eddie’s hands are under his arms, tugging him up and out of his car. He hopes it’s in park. “Are your parents home? Do you need to go to the hospital? What am I even asking; Of course they aren’t and of course you do. C’mon, I’ll take you.”

Eddie’s arm is around his waist and he doesn’t really care where they go as long as he doesn’t stop touching Steve.

It hits Steve while Eddie’s buckling him in that he can’t go to the hospital.

“Wait.” Steve pushes Eddie’s hands away. “Can’t. Take me inside.”

“You can’t be serious. You’re still bleeding. You can’t even open that eye!” Eddie is too loud. Steve flinches away and Eddie seems to understand without him saying anything. “You probably have a concussion. You need to be looked at, sweetheart.”

The sweetheart sobers him. Instead of feeling elated about hearing it, he feels a pit in his stomach that grows when Eddie seems to realize what he said and pulls away.

“Steve, please let me make sure you’re okay.”

Steve doesn’t feel okay. He hasn’t felt okay since Eddie took his heart and crushed it on the floor of the passenger seat in his van.

“I’m fine. I just need to go to bed. Not the first time,” Steve can cry later. He can’t show Eddie how much he’s still affected by what happened.

“You look like you’re gonna black out any second.”

One thing about Eddie is he’s usually right.

****

Steve wakes up to beeping, someone snoring next to him, and a ringed hand covering his own.

He turns his head just enough to see that Eddie is asleep in a chair next to him and he’s very clearly in the hospital.

Can’t win ‘em all, he supposes.

But he can appreciate that Eddie is next to him right now, giving him more than he ever thought he’d have again.

Steve drifts to sleep feeling like he at least won something.

****

When he wakes again, Eddie’s whispering at the doorway with someone.

When he sees that Steve’s awake, he tries to get the other person to leave, but they refuse.

Robin steps into the room.

“Dingus. Tell your boyfriend that we went to war together. I get first dibs on holding your hand.”

Steve’s smiling before he even realizes it.

Eddie seems to accept that he isn’t gonna win, starts to say his goodbyes, but Steve interrupts.

“C’mere, Eddie.”

Eddie listens.

“Are you gonna admit it’s not casual yet?”

Robin’s eyes are on Eddie, Steve’s eyes are on Eddie, Eddie’s eyes would probably be on Eddie if they could be.

“I don’t know how you did it,” he finally says.

“Did what?” Steve grins, already knowing.

“Wormed your way into my heart. Got me sleeping in chairs in hospitals.” He shakes his head, but smiles fondly at Steve. “It’s never been casual for me. I’m just an idiot.”

“Yeah ya are. But you can be my idiot.”

Robin claps. “Now that that’s done. Let’s talk about your concussion.”

Eddie sits and holds his hand on one side while Robin does the same on the other.

Maybe he can win ‘em all.

#pre s4

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