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“So I’m supposed to hit the thing now, right?” Steve says with a furrowing brow as he scans down his character sheet. He was usually better at math than English back in school, but now even the numbers on this page are doing little flips around.

“Yes, Steve, that is the object of this fight: to win.” Dustin’s eye roll is almost more pronounced than his attitude.

Steve jabs his pencil toward him and is about to remind him to watch his tone, again, but Eddie’s voice starts before he does.

“Give him a break, alright? It’s his first time,” His voice is firm, but not unkind, and Dustin surprisingly listens. Steve reminds himself that this is Eddie’s domain, and the dungeon master himself flashes him an encouraging smile. “Go ahead, dude, what’re are you thinkin’?”

“You didn’t give us a break our first time,” Lucas grumbles.

“You little gremlins have years of experience on our esteemed guest here, didn’t think I needed to.”

Mike huffs loudly, “Don’t tell me you’re going easy on him just because you’re dating now, because that’s cheating!”

Eddie’s head snaps toward Mike. The sass from his face drops into fear.

“Wheeler.” He slowly raises a crooked finger, “You dare accuse your,” A hand goes over his heart, “beloved game master of such a heinous crime as cheating?”

Gareth groans. “Now you’ve done it.”

“The integrity of this table—my integrity!—at stake here and judged by a child,” The dramatics are in full swing, as are his arms that wildly slam against his chest as if he’s been shot. His head drops and his expression sneers at Mike. “I didn’t realize you’d so quickly forgotten who exactly caused the last near-TPK of this group.”

Steve doesn’t know what the hell a tee-pee-kay is, but judging by the boos now resounding around the table, it seemed very serious. Even Dustin is giving Mike the stink eye.

“I’ll still never forgive what you did to Bastian.”

“Oh come on, he was remembered as a hero!”

“You FED him to the ENEMY!”

“That wasn’t my fault, the soldiers tricked me and the dragon’s AC was—!”

“SILENCE!”

The room stiffens. Dustin and Mike shamefully retreat into their seats once more as Eddie narrows his eyes in their direction.

Steve blinks. Blinks harder. Looks anywhere he can that isn’t directly at his boyfriend. He shifts in his seat as memories of a certain moment in Reefer Rick’s boat shack flood his mind.

No, no, he will not be thinking about that in front of the kids.

“Good. Now, if I recall correctly…” Eddie turns to Steve with the sweetest smile reserved only for him, like he didn’t just command the entire room into shutting the hell up, “Steve’s initiative is higher than both of yours and it is still his turn. Go ahead, sweetheart.”

The jock’s face burns bright red all the way to his ears. His brain racks itself to try and think of something—does he attack? Does he roll? What’s his weapon again?

“Well um. I guess—”

But all he can do is stare right back at Eddie’s brown doe eyes that are still trained on his own.

“Uh…”

Jeff shakes his head. “Great job, man, you broke him.”

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Elusive partner reveal but only through the beauty secrets video bc its the only video steve wants to be in

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Modern au Robin and Steve do the hear me out cake thing. Steve puts down a picture of Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson in creepy monster prosthetic make-up from one of their music videos prompting Robin to go "ew ew ew why did you have to use that picture??"

Steve: ??? Because this is a "hear me out" cake and not "objectively hot man" cake

Robin: idk he's got that pale gremlin thing going on, you could have used any other photo-

Steve: YOU TAKE THAT BACK

Robin: just because you've had a crush on him since high sc-

Steve quickly reaches for her then there's a hard cut. They stand side by side, both of their hair is messy, there's a rip in the shoulder of Robin's button up, they both have streaks of frosting on their faces. The cake is mostly fine but the spot where Eddie's skewer was placed looks like someone clawed it out then patted it back down. His picture is still there but pretty wrinkly. They keep going like nothing happened.

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skull rock, spring ‘86

Eddie is alive. He’s staying at Hopper and El’s cabin. He wears Steve’s clothes, Erica’s hair ties and doesn’t let anyone treat his wounds (it’s a miracle they’re not infected)

Steve? Steve keeps staring at his lips when they talk.

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rainy day 🌧️

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Eddie, leaning on the counter: Hey beautiful, come here often?

Steve: Is this the part where I remind you we've been married for four years or do I play along?

Eddie: Play along!

Steve: Alright. Sorry, I'm not interested. I'm married.

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Incorrect Steddie - 9/?

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bunch of steddie doodles for your soul

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“i must have been real sweet on you,” eddie murmurs as he runs his fingers over his husband’s cheek, sleepy and sated, warm in their bed. 

steve chuckles, twisting his head to catch the tips of eddie’s fingers with a kiss. “why are you talking past tense? you’re not sweet on me now?”

the room is peacefully still. years of baby monitors are long gone only to inevitably give way to their daughter’s teenage years of slamming doors and too loud stereo speakers. but in this moment, with the pale moonlight streaming in through the windows and crickets chirping in the distance, the room is peaceful, thick with love. 

“quit your pouting, ‘course i’m sweet on you now.” eddie wipes away steve’s fake frown with a kiss, turning it into a sticky sweet grin. “it’s just something my mom used to tell me. that freckles are all the places your soulmate in a past life kissed you.”

eddie pushes steve back so he’s laying flat on the mattress and dips his head to press featherlight kisses on the side of his neck. across his shoulders. over his cheeks. his fingertips flutter over the spots afterwards, leaving goosebumps in their wake despite the heat radiating between them. 

“must have loved you a whole lot in our last lives to leave so many on you now,” eddie whispers, pulling back to stroke the back of his hand over steve’s face once more, letting his lips curl up in a dopey half smile that only steve ever gets to see. 

it doesn’t take long for steve to tilt his head up and press kisses of his own where he can; under eddie’s eye, the bottom of his chin, right over his heart. it doesn’t take long for eddie to giggle as his sensitive spots are found and attacked with ticklish kisses and fluttering eyelashes. it doesn’t take long for their legs to tangle together underneath the sheets and their breaths to get caught in their chests and their hearts to start beating a beautiful melody of their own making. 

steve lays a firm kiss to the side of eddie’s chest, over jagged white scarring and half bitten away tattoos. over memories that somehow don’t haunt them as much anymore. 

“what was that one for?” eddie asks, eyes half lidded, the adoration in his voice loud across the quiet room. 

another kiss on another scar. “wanna give you some freckles. for your next life and for this one, too. so you know just how sweet on you I am-” kiss, “ -and was-” kiss, “- and forever will be.”

they won’t know for however many more years if it worked or not. but here in this lifetime, they have all the time in the world to try their damndest to make sure it does. in this lifetime, they don’t have to worry, because they know they’ll  find each other in the next one. 

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Very Married Eddie and Steve. Eddie on his way to bed for their pre arranged adult time.

Eddie: *sings* time to put my tackle in the tackle box.

Steve: *resigned to this* at least take your socks off.

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local substitute teacher stuns in a photo circa 1995

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morn

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me, parking the car: okay, you ready for the confessional?

my best friend, mid-unbuckling, reaching for the door handle: huh???

me: *admits to a feeling in one single concise sentence*

me, exiting car, walking away: okay that's all, thanks for listening

best friend, still in the car, still buckled: HUH????????

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Steve and Robin who are professional crashers. Weddings, funerals, proms, parties, conferences… exclusive Hollywood elite clubs, the red carpet a couple of times, and even the set of Corroded Coffin’s new music video.

“Heyyy,” Eddie says, slowly, deeply confused seeing two strangers not in staff uniforms snacking off his private table. He’s pretty sure he’s met all the actors for the day. “Can I help you?”

The girl, gaping and wide eyed, slowly puts down her donut. But the guy with his back to Eddie doesn’t even turn around.

“Oh sorry, I’m Ed’s boyfriend,” he says over his shoulder, eyes locked on the leaning tower of finger foods he’s got balancing on a plate. “We got bored in his trailer and just thought we’d look around.”

“Ed?” Eddie asks, bewildered. “Boyfriend?”

Still gaping, the girl starts flapping her arms at the guy.

“Yeaaah? You know, Eddie Munson?” he replies, voice dripping with amused derision. Finally, he turns around, smirk fading and, oh fuck, Eddie’s in trouble. “Oh,” he says now, “uh.”

“Oh fuck,” says the girl, and she starts frantically stuffing her bag with food.

“Now, hey,” says the guy, a new, impish smile spreading across his pretty face, and oh god, where is Gareth when Eddie needs him? “We don’t want any trouble, handsome,” he says, putting down his plate and stepping into Eddie’s space with what can only be described as swagger. “I’m Steve, and this is Robin.”

The girl waves, still stuffing her bag frantically.

“We’re big fans,” Steve purrs.

And see, Eddie might be a famous rockstar—8 world tours, Super Bowl performance, 5 albums, 4 platinum, a Grammy and an Oscar—but he’s never, ever figured out what to do in front of a pair of pretty brown eyes and a nice ass. Never.

“Uh,” Eddie says. Is that chest hair? “I’m Eddie.” Oh, god. “Nice to meet you?” Oh, fuck his entire life.

Steve’s smile is down right evil. “Oh, I promise,” he says leaning right into Eddie’s ear. “I can be very nice.”

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Steve always flirted his way out of trouble. Not because he was effortlessly charming, but because he was nervous and his brain just decided he should flirt as a coping mechanism for some reason.

That was why when he got jumped in the boathouse by Eddie Munson, a prime murder suspect, he just started talking.

"Hey, uh, you surprised me there, big guy," he said in his sexiest voice, secretly shaking in his metaphorical boots because that broken bottle had nicked his throat. He was bleeding. Holy shit!

In the background, Dustin was trying to convince Munson to release him, but Steve paid it no mind. By the frightened look that was borderline crazy in those dark wild eyes, he didn't doubt Munson would kill him—on accident or not—if he wasn't careful.

Fortunately, he'd managed to throw Munson off by running his mouth and now, the ball was in his court. Obviously, he could've taken advantage of that momentary confusion to push the guy away, but something about Munson just kept him going on.

He bit his lip and batted his lashes, oddly flustered under Munson's intense gaze.

"How d'you know I like taking it rough, huh?"

Munson didn't have anything to say to that, apparently. He seemed speechless and totally blindsided by the innuendo. Funny, because Steve felt the same. Also. What the fuck?

He dared to lift a hand and twirled a strand of frizzy curls around his fingers. Munson was still staring at him, but less murderous and more heated. Even when the broken bottle got put away, Steve still felt breathless, pinned, and inappropriately turned on with Munson still crowding him.

"We should do this again next time," he murmured, completely forgetting about their surroundings. "But horizontal and on a bed. With you on top of me."

"I can't imagine King Steve would be saying all this," Munson finally spoke, voice low and raspy. Fuck. Steve definitely had a new kink after today. "To me of all people," Munson smirked. Dangerous. Like a shark smelling blood in the water. "You a freak now, princess?"

"If dreaming about becoming a pressed flower is considered freaky," Steve said, leaning up to whisper against those plump lips. "Then yes. I'm a freak. Always have been."

Munson smiled widely, putting those endearing dimples and pearly canines on display. Steve wanted to taste them all.

"Pressed flower. Fucking hell."

Steve couldn't help but smile cheekily, feeling proud of himself.

He thought he deserved a kiss for his stellar performance. He'd gotten Munson out of his hysterical episode, calmed the guy down, and lightening the overall mood. He was the MVP here, no doubt.

Sadly, neither of them moved any closer, which resulted in them just breathing the same air with their lips a hair away.

The moment was broken when they heard Robin's voice echo in the otherwise silent boathouse.

"Holy shit. It works."

She meant his flirting to distract tactic, but suddenly, Steve was reminded of where he was and who was watching him.

Munson avoided his eyes and was about to step away, but Steve's legs gave out beneath him as the adrenaline rush was cut short. Fortunately, Munson caught him before he could fall on his ass and helped him sit on the wooden dusty floor.

"Thanks," Steve mumbled, cheeks flushed when Munson gave him a reassuring squeeze.

As Munson moved toward Dustin and Max for further discussion, Robin was by his side and stroking his back soothingly.

"You okay, Dingus?"

"I'm so dead," he whimpered, burying his flaming face in his hands. Robin only snorted and continued providing him her nonjudgmental company.

Afterwards, when Eddie gave him his battle vet and later rambled about Nancy being perfect girlfriend material, Steve knew even if he might never figure out why he found Eddie attractive in the first place, by god he had to kiss the guy whether they made it out alive or not.

And thus, after telling Eddie and Dustin to lay low and not play heroes, Steve grabbed the lapels of Eddie's jacket and yanked him into a surprise kiss that immediately turned deep and fervent.

Standing beside them, Dustin let out choked noises while they made out. Neither of them could care less. They were going to risk their lives for this forsaken town, they had nothing to lose but the unsaid confession hanging between them.

Steve giggled when he pulled away and Eddie chased after him blindly. He bit his swollen lip, smiling so big it ached his cheeks and was barely containable.

Eddie mirrored his joy, but with a hint of hesitation.

"I thought you still loved Wheeler?" Eddie asked quietly into the stale air between them. The Upside Down could wait. Fuck it.

"Still do, but it's not romantic anymore," Steve said gently, and maybe he'd been babysitting the kids for far too long because his parental instinct just kicked in and made him reach out to zip up Eddie's jacket snugly, smoothing out the wrinkles like he was about to send him on a school trip.

Eddie made a confused noise, catching Steve's hand before he could retreat.

"And all that talk about six little nuggets in an RV was just friendly conversation?"

Steve blushed and gulped dryly. He didn't know Eddie had heard everything.

"Yes? I mean not really? She used to be the one I imagined that life with." He shrugged. "I've always wanted a big family, though, and there are many ways to have kids without putting that pressure on my partner." He glanced up at Eddie through his lashes. "And maybe, it's because I want to do the carrying."

Eddie regarded him with dark dilated eyes, grip tightening around his wrist as if unable to help it.

But Steve only smirked and leaned in to whisper in Eddie's ear.

"Try to survive. Come home to me, Daddy."

Before stepping away.

In the end, Eddie did make it out alive even by the skin of his teeth. And once he got his name cleared and discharged from the hospital, he celebrated his recovery and precious freedom by trying his best to get Steve pregnant.

If Steve ended up limping around for a few days, it was just because he'd sprained his ankle. Definitely not because he'd become a certain metalhead's pressed flower.