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Why is JQ not as attractive anymore?!
Ok, I KNOW I'm going to get hate for this but why isn't Joseph as attractive as he was? Like, did I have some freaky rose colored glasses on or some shit?
I cannot be the only one who feels this way. Help a girl out. I'm so confused rn. But he just seems different to me. IDK jfkengkso;
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werewolf steve, werebat eddie (ch3)
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Itâs the quiet conviction that heâs in the wrong bed that wakes Eddie the next morning. The mattress too soft, the pillow too thick, and the boy next to him is an unwavering, giant red flag too. He sighs, hand under his cheek and contemplates the sleep-creased face of Steve Harrington next to little old Eddie Munson.
And he thought turning into a bat was going to be the only weird part of this weekend.
Steve snuffles, twitching his nose before falling back into a steady breathing rhythm again. And Eddie would like to deny how cute it is, would like to refuse to see how handsome Steve is, and would very much like to pinch the thin river of greed winding through him that would like the chance to have a fun, kind guy too. Someone who stirs Eddie, makes him laugh. But thatâs not his fate in this lifetime.
He turns onto his back, staring directly above at the bubble pattern of the ceiling and determinedly focusing on more important matters.
Like the fact that heâs a bat now.
Apparently.
Rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, he wonders what the hell to do with that knowledge. Itâs not going to get him anywhere; thereâs no big corporation that wants to hire bat services. Last he heard, the ability to squeak wasnât going to land him a record deal. Eddie huffs out a laugh, maybe he can get into acting. Take this gig out on the road.
No, just like having to watch a girl be brutally murdered in front of him and only barely scraping past that hack job Hawkins PD called an investigation, Eddie is going to have to take his lumps and keep moving.
He peers at the awful plaid wallpaper of the bedroom. Unsurprised by the banality of it, the hint of wasted money on lack of taste, but he is surprised by the pleasant abundance of greenery across the whole space. Potted plants crowd every available surface, some with trailing vines flowing over containers hanging from the ceiling. Even with the window closed, the room smells fresh, a clean sweetness to the air that matches the shiningly healthy and obviously well-cared for leaves, flowers and, he peers closer, herbs.
He wonders whether Steve dug these out of the woods with his big furry paws or if heâd bought them at the local nursery. Looking at the array of sizes and colourful patterns on the clay pots he figures that Steve shelled out a decent amount of money for his botanical set-up.
It twinges something in Eddie. Steve, just as taken in by the Upside Down, doomed to forever be a half-man and half-beast too, but sleeping peacefully within an oasis of his creation, sheltered by the tall walls of the Harrington home, with friends who love him, who donât care about the monster within.
It feels unfair.
Because what is Eddie now? A monster? Maybe. A creature? Definitely. This new change in his life wonât make it any better, it wonât give him any advantages. Itâs just one more thing heâs going to have to hide. To squirrel away like a tender thing lest the soft belly of it be exposed to the type of people who would hurt him.
Hurt, he knows, comes in many different forms. From a father believing your best value is in using small hands to boost a car, in the indifference of a mother leaving you on your uncleâs doorstep, on your best friend pushing you to the floor when you try to kiss him.
He looks over at the effortlessly handsome features of Steve, at his expensive and beautiful room, and thinks that whatever risk Steve carries, it is nothing like the one Eddie would be exposed to if his new secret got out.
He spots a familiar animal on the cover of a book on the bedside table. Curiously, he picks it up, flicking his eyes over the types of bats in the world, their characteristics, advice on care, and other little random facts.
Steve stirs, smacking his lips his eyelashes flutter before his gaze opens to land on Eddie bent over the book. Heâs under the blanket that Eddie lays over; his bat version must have crawled out of the hoodie at some point but remained on top of the bed. Last night had been a blur and he doesnât remember much except panic followed by Steveâs warm hands.
âHey,â Steve smiles sleepily, âYou came back to us.â
Eddie grunts, âYeah, not sure exactly how that happened, but small blessings and all that.â He scans the feeding behaviour header, noting that blood is indeed amongst fruit, insects, and nectar as their preferred diet. Pausing, he tastes his mouth like itâll suddenly reveal an obvious craving for bloody flesh. Meeting only morning breath, he grimaces and continues reading.
Finally realising that Steve has been silent for an unusually long pause, he glances over only to be startled by the intent look in his eye as he regards Eddie. âAre you okay?â He asks quietly and Eddie bristles at the concern, resentment stirring that Steve gets to be the kind one. The guy who cares despite being similarly afflicted. Why canât he be just as resentful and mean as Eddie?
âWell, itâs not a giant dog, but I suppose you should welcome me to the club.â
Steve purses his lips thoughtfully, âIâll ignore the canine dig for now since I know youâre going through something. But I get it, you know? If you can talk to anyone about being suddenly faced with the oddity of waking up in a body that no longer feels like your own, itâs me.â
Eddie rolls his eyes down at the book, âOur life experiences are vastly different, Steve. I donât think you could get where Iâm coming from if you tried.â
âMaybe not all of it,â Steve admits carefully, sitting up so he and Eddie are on the same level, âBut I can try. And itâs got to be better than holding it in. Youâre a pretty verbal guy, Eddie. I figureâd youâd want to talk about this.â
âWhatâs that mean?â Eddie glares at him and Steve raises his palms, saying, âJust that you seem to like talking your thoughts out, and that Iâm here, willing to listen if you want to get anything off your chest.â
âYeah, well, you can keep that hairy chest to yourself,â Eddie mutters darkly, looking at a batâs mouth held open, exposing sharp fangs from front to back like a deadly, serrated knife. He presses his tongue against his molars thoughtfully; he doesnât remember there being a lot of sharp tools in his mouth.
âRight,â Steve huffs out a frustrated breath, âYouâre obviously in a mood. But fair, youâre allowed to take a beat until you get your feet under you.â
âIâm allowed,â Eddie mocks under his breath.
Steve cocks his head, âYeah, youâre allowed. Just like I was allowed to take a beat too, once I figured out that turning into a wolf wasnât a hallucination or a mental breakdown.â Eddie ignores him and Steve says with frustration, âWhatâs your problem?â
As he does, Eddieâs eyes catch on a fun fact section, and he canât help the grim laughter that escapes. Of course. Of fucking course. He hears the mounting irritation in Steveâs voice as he calls his name again and latches on to it, happy to smack back. âDid you know, Steve,â Eddie starts, meanness fuelling his smirk, only he has a feeling that the petty feeling is directed inwards. âThat bats have the highest rate of homosexuality out of any mammal?â
Steve watches him warily, âAre you saying that the shift turned you gay? âCause Iâm not sure it works like that,â his lips tug up cautiously, âIt didnât for me, anyway.â
Eddie sees the invitation to share the joke in Steveâs expression and it fuels the bitterness, âYeah, well, you being a straight dog isnât going to surprise anyone.â
Invitation dropping accompanied by eyes narrowing, Steve says, âThatâs fucking condescending.â Eddie sees the insult across his face and rolls his eyes, conviction spreading that Steve has never had to think about how he presents to the world for one fucking minute before being afflicted with their shared infection.
âAll Iâm saying is that the wolf stuff may have made you a bit weird, but you were never gay-boy-in-Hawkins weird to begin with. Let alone the shitty kid from the shitty family with parents who donât give a fuck.â
Steveâs eyes harden and he sucks his breath between his teeth consideringly, âIâm not sure whether I should share with you how wrong you are or simply tell you to fuck off.â
Eddie stares back just as hard, âYou canât tell me that you were ever the weird guy, Mr Popular Jock. What? Did you get ostracised from the team when you wore the wrong lucky jock strap?â
Rolling his lips, Steve nods his head decisively, âYeah, you know what? I am going to tell you to fuck off.â Any hint of warmth in his expression shutters away and Eddie blinks, not having realised how open Steve had been with him even while they bickered. Steve continues, voice flat and unfriendly, âYou know what your problem is, Eddie?â
âWhat?â He tries to sneer but the feeling of being wrong-footed continues and it lands with less force than he wants.
âYou think youâve got everyone worked out,â Steve trails his eyes over Eddie's face leaving his skin feeling flushed and burning, âWhat was it you said in the Upside Down? The Munson Doctrine? I was barely enough for you to approve of even then, right?â
The ground beneath Eddieâs feet shudders slightly, shaking his gut into an uneasy feeling but Steve doesnât notice his suddenly shaky equilibrium as he bitingly continues, âI suppose I only met the bare minimum when you said that I was a good guy: I wasnât a massive asshole that would allow you to take the rap for Chrissyâs murder or, I donât know,â he laughs with very little humour, âLet Max be killed by Vecna? So that must mean I was scarcely half decent, right?â
Eddie frowns: he had meant what he said in the Upside Down â heâd seen Steve care for the party, chase after Max and make sure the kids were safe. Heâd been a steady port in the storm who Eddie had looked to more than once while feeling unsafe and unsure, and Steve had always been looking back, with either a reassuring nod or a helpful explanation in the sort of plain speak necessary for a newbie to their wretched adventures.
Steve rolls out of bed and Eddie canât even be mad that he might use his height to his advantage because he heads straight to the doorway, pausing with his hand steady on the frame. He shakes his head looking down, âI thought that you saw me. It didnât have to be every part, but I thought that you at least saw that Iâm trying to be a good person.â
He looks up and Eddie is pierced clean through by the hurt in his eyes, the walls falling briefly to allow this one sad glimpse, âBut ever since I showed you who I really am, what I am, Iâve realised that your approval comes with conditions.â
âThatâs not true,â Eddie protests, furiously thinking, but his gut sinks below his feet when he canât work out a counterargument to the accusation.
The walls over Steveâs eyes swiftly build up again, leaving only a cold man in its wake. âYou assuming how easy Iâve always had it tells me that you never cared enough to look below the surface anyway.â He regards Eddie for one last long second as if taking him in for the final time, and Eddie is unsure how to respond when the ground is rumbling so strongly under his feet.
Steve leaves.
Quietly and without looking back at Eddie. No fanfare in the movement as if heâs decided that heâs not worth the fight. He realises now that heâd expected Steve to push back, to argue for Eddie to do better, butâhaving left him behindâEddie doesnât know what to do other than to quietly take his book and leave.
No one sees him out.
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Eddie is okay with his flaws.Â
Not even in the bullshit way that people pretend to be okay with the things they donât like about themselves, or the stupid thing they say to do in interviews where you make all your flaws a strength. Eddieâs genuinely okay with the things heâs not good at.Â
He knows that he can be impatient, and rash, and sometimes a little self-absorbed. Heâs fine with the fact that his memory is selective at best, downright terrible at worst. Eddieâs even good with the fact that most people in the town hate him, because he knows the truly good people donât.Â
But thereâs one thing he really canât accept about himself. One feeling that he knows is wholly irrational, incredibly stupid, and liable to make Steve break up with him if he ever figures out how deep it is.Â
And Eddie fucking hates himself for itâŠ
But heâs 100% jealous of Robin.Â
Itâs just hard to watch at times, hard to know that Steve is the most important person in his world, but he is not the most important person in Steveâs.Â
Eddie isnât even sure if heâs the second most important. That might belong to Dustin, or Max, or any of the kids. Hell Eddie might be 9th important, and the thought of that fills the wrathful angry part of him with blinding rage.Â
He would be fine if it was the kids. He would be okay if he was the 8th most important person in Steveâs life. A mother should care about his children first shouldnât he? That is logical, and Eddie can live with logic.
But Robin is before them all, and Eddie knows it.Â
And itâs kind of killing him.Â
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Steve never liked the cities.Â
They were always too crowded, too noisy. He liked Hawkins. He liked a quiet life in the suburbs. It was part of the reason heâd never gone to college, that and having to worry about his adopted band of misfit kids and the hell dimension that opened every year. Yet, somehow he found himself on a weekend trip to Chicago.
It was all Eddieâs fault. He had to pick some things up from a music store in town for the band, heâd mention strings or amps. Steve only half understood. It was an excuse for Eddie to take his van to Chicago. Steve had been surprised to find himself invited.
âYou never leave town since Vecna went dark, dude. How are you going to travel around with six kids and a Winnebago if you never leave Hawkins?â Eddie asked, somehow managing to convince Steve to join him.Â
They took turns driving Eddieâs van. Eddieâs choice of music was questionable, but his version of road trip games was even more worrisome. Theyâd been travelling behind an old truck for the better part of an hour when Eddie kicked his feet on the dash and questioned,
âWhat do you think would be the worst way to die right now? Because Iâve spent the past half hour watching that guyâs toolbox rattle around and Iâm convinced a nail gun to the head would be a killer way to go.âÂ
Steve shouldâve known better, but heâd give anything for a distraction from the long stretch of road.Â
âProbably getting set on fire at a pump while you insist you need a smoke the second we pulled over at the last gas station,â Steve noted, switching on his indicator and passing the vehicle, using all the horsepower the poor-beat up van had.Â
âAnd here I was thinking I had a twisted imagination,â Eddie spoke, before listing off a series of more gruesome scenarios.Â
By the time the two reached their motel, Steve felt strangely lighter. Whether it was the distance from Hawkins and the trouble it had caused him or because he and Eddie had spent an hour listing out worst-case scenarios until they felt comical and absurd instead of real and imminent threats, he didnât know. Being trapped in a town with a rip in the fabric of space and time had a way of making you always feel on your guard. That night the two slept quickly and soundlessly.Â
It was when they walked through town Steve remembered why he hated cities. He was left shuffling through unfamiliar streets, elbow to elbow with strangers, trying desperately to keep up with Eddie as the man weaved and ebbed with the crowd as Steve used to slice through water. Eddie was one with the city. Steve was apart from it.
Without thinking, Steve reached out, grabbing onto the hem of Eddieâs jacket, letting himself be guided. Eddie showed him where to step, how to move. He kept his head down and followed Eddieâs lead to the music store. Much to his surprise, when they were all done, and once more ready to head back into the fray of the foot traffic, Eddie offered the crook of his elbow for Steve to hold onto.Â
âHey, itâs easier than you almost tugging a hole in a perfectly good jacket. You donât have a good track record, Harrington,â Eddie teased. He had a point.Â
He hadnât meant to make a habit of it. Yet the small action of latching onto Eddie to keep him at armâs length followed the two back to Hawkins.Â
The thing about hanging out with Eddie was that the man was surprisingly hard to keep up with. He was always rushing places at the drop of a hat, jerked one way or the other by whatever flight of fancy caught his attention.Â
Heâd be beside Steve at the Family Video store one minute, then darting to the horror section driven there by some tangential conversation, which then of course, would lead him to remember some old sci-fi film and send him running to the sci-fi section, only to find it lacking. That would lead him to Robin and their extensive movie catalogue on the computer, all the while, heâd still be talking to Steve. He found it easier to keep up with Eddie if he had a hold of him.Â
Heâd find his fingers tucked into the crook of Eddieâs elbow, hooked in the chain of his jeans or clinging to the cuff or hem of his shirt and trailing in the wake of him.Â
Contrary to popular belief, Steve wasnât an idiot. Not when it came to social situations. He knew being extra touchy with Eddie was something he could only do in certain situations. He was hyper-aware of it when heâd made the mistake of hooking his thumb into the back pocket of Eddieâs jeans in the arcade. The two had driven the kids there and were wasting time bouncing between watching the kids and playing pinball.Â
A group of teenagers had been gawking at the two already, likely trying to work out what twist of fate had landed the former king of Hawkins High and current school Freak together. With the action, the mumbled whispers turned into slack jaws and less favourable words muttered just loud enough for Steve to hear.Â
Steve wasnât an idiot. He knew what it looked like. He would be lying if he said he didnât want it to be like that, not that heâd voiced any of it. Not yet. He needed to do it in a town where people didnât know his name, so people wouldnât talk if he was reading Eddie all wrong. He didnât think he was, he was good with reading people.Â
In a crowd, holding onto Eddie was okay. On their increasingly frequent trips to the city, Indianapolis, Chicago, and Fort Wayne. When no one else could see, that was okay. In small-town Hawkins, in broad daylight, it wasnât.Â
Steve suddenly understood the appeal of the city. Â
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well in that case,,, â ïžâ„ïž
had a lovely idea of Eddie working at a diner and sort of getting pressured into eating what the customers send back; initially started as Eddie just asking to keep the food and since the staff see how skinny he is they're like grandma's always trying to feed their grandkids. This unintentionally becomes the norm and since he's a little shy in telling the grannies no thank you, he keeps going along with it. Unfortunately for him Steve, Tommy, and the one redhead girl tend to come in and be shitheads and they somehow always find âsomething wrongâ with their food which ends in them basically getting a free meal. His loose apron grows tighter and tighter, belly spilling out the sides throughout the months and poor boy is always a little nauseous from pounding it back in between shifts. What's worse is the fact that nearly all the weight clung to his stomach meaning it's on full display even with the apron covering him and Tommy Hagan never let's him forget just how much heâs âporked upâ. đ·
I feel like you were thinking this would be set during high school, but I started writing and thatâs not what ended up coming out. (That would be so much fun too, Iâm just not in the headspace for writing mean girl era Steve at the moment.)
When I put this on ao3 the title is going to be âKitchen Pig,â in honor of Tommy being an asshat and calling Eddie a garbage disposal.
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Itâs a quiet day at the diner but itâs already been a long shift, and Eddie is full. Just the right combination of patrons have come through so farâgrannies missing their grandkids because their children got the hell out of Hawkins at first opportunity like sensible people and little old ladies who never had kids but have all this grandmotherly energy with no other outlet, mostly. They come in for the early bird specials and stay to dote on him, ordering extras and giving it to him because âyou look dead on your feet, honeyâ or âyouâre just so skinny!â
Which was fine a few pant sizes ago, but now that he's decidedly not skinny anymore itâs become routine. Just like itâs routine for Eddie to go along with it, because the handful of times heâs tried the combination of guilt and lightheadedness as his body tried to run on sensible portions of healthy things eaten at reasonable intervals had trained him not to bother resisting. Maintaining his former beanpole appearance isnât more important than a paycheck, or not tripping over his own feet and whacking his head on something on the way down. (Only happened once, and heâd come out of his daze already sucking down the sugary soda and plowing through pieces of buttered toast that his own boss had foisted on him. Resistance, apparently, is futile.)Â
Heâs gotten to where eating is the only thing that keeps his mood steady while dealing with the roller coaster that is the service industry, and his only regret when he sees the couple that just came in is that heâs too full already to scarf down the slice of cake that Ethel Butler had ordered but barely touched, too preoccupied with showing Eddie the pictures her daughter-in-law had sent of the new baby.Â
With a sigh, Eddie makes the extra effort to adjust himself, tries to get his shirt tucked into his pants without unsettling the apron that passes as a uniform. Tommy fucking Hagan is always ten times more likely to give him shit if it rides up; Carol Perkins, that gum-snapping bitch, always pretends to make sex moans while eating whenever Eddie passes, regardless of how he looks. All damn summer while theyâre home from college.Â
See? Routine.Â
Whatâs not routine is that Steve Harrington is with them.Â
And look, Eddie gets it. He and Steve are friends, but Steve had known Tommy and Carol since kindergarten. The three had split, and rightly so, back in â83 because the latter two were miserable assholes. Eddie would argue that that hasnât changed, based on all his encounters with them any time theyâre around. He hasnât made this argument to Steve only because Steve is so optimistic about his former best friends growing into better versions of themselves now that theyâve seen more of the world, maybe had some sense finally knocked into them the way he had. Itâs a nice thought. Eddie would love it if that were the case, because it would make Steve happy and he⊠likes Steve a lot. A normal amount! Because theyâre very good friends.Â
People who choose Hawkins, though, all seem to have something in common, even if Tommy and Carol come by it in a much different way than the old ladies.Â
âOh waiter,â Tommy calls out a few minutes after Eddie has brought the trio their orders. Like fucking clockwork. He doesnât even listen to what the imaginary problem is, heâs heard it all by now: found a hair, foodâs undercooked, foodâs overcooked, too slimy, too dry, not enough salt, tastes like licking a salt-lick. What-fucking-ever.Â
âIâll get you something else,â Eddie says blandly, not looking at Steve as he takes the plate and turns to head for the kitchen.Â
âYeah yeah, as long as Iâm not charged for this shit.â Tommy waves him off with a smirk, waiting until Eddie is half turned away before he adds, âEnjoy the extra snack, lardass.â
Carol giggles. âDo you think heâll wait until heâs in the kitchen again, or is he finally fat enough heâll just unhinge his jaw right here?â
Eddie freezes. Waits for Steve to say⊠anything, really. But when he glances back, Steveâs face is bright red, his lips pressed together so tight theyâve gone pale and a pained, uncertain look on his handsome face.Â
It stings. And later Eddie can blame that hurt on what he turns back and does next, because heâs a big boy in more than one sense; he can take what they throw at him because heâs been putting up with bullies his entire life. But right now he wants to look Steve square in the eyes and say Look, this is what they do. This is what you want to reconnect with. Youâre really going to stay quiet?
âHey Frankie,â Eddie calls over his shoulder, not quite breaking eye contact with the table. âRedo the entire order for table seven, okay? I gotta take my fifteen.â
His boss, who usually only allows ten minute breaks but knows all about these assholes and wouldnât stand between Eddie and taking them down a peg or two, hollers back an affirmative while Eddie unties his apron.Â
âOoh, whatcha gonna do, Freak?â Tommy taunts. âChallenge me to a fight in the parking lot? Youâre so out of shape, I bet even Steve here could take you. Hell, even Carol, couldnât you baby?â
âHeâd probably get winded just walking there,â she scoffs, but thereâs a wary look in her eye that only intensifies when Eddie steps closer to the table.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Tommy asks, at the same moment Eddie says, âScoot over, Harrington, Iâm coming in.â
âSteve, donâtââ
But Steve is already shifting, ignoring Tommy, watching Eddie with big eyes that he can practically see the reflection of his own crazy-edged grin in. Itâs one the kids in Hellfire know well from the punishing twists to his campaigns, and Steve knows from hanging out together ever since Spring Break last year. The one that did a lot of the heavy lifting to earn him the name Freak in the first place, all the way back in middle school when his head was still shaved.Â
âSince Iâm on my break now,â Eddie says with forced brightness, grin still in place, and setting Tommyâs rejected plate down in front of himself. Glances over and steals Steveâs fork and knife right out of his hands to dig into a big plate of huevos rancheros. âOh damn,â Eddie comments with his mouth full, âyou really donât know your food, do you? Nothing wrong with this at all. Thatâs because Frankie knows his shit.â
Thereâs a distant clang from the kitchen and a muffled, âDamn right!â
âMmâtoo bad you have zero taste.â Eddie levels a look at Tommy and Carol, sitting stiffly on the other side of the booth, looking as though a deer in the headlights had suddenly taken off its hoves, wiggled its fingers, and climbed into their car to hitch a ride. To his side, he can feel Steveâs warm presence and wishes it were a reassurance, rather than a possible liability. He doesnât think the guy will push him out on his ass, but if these are the kind of jokers Steve wants to associate with? It never hurts to be prepared.Â
So, Eddie stays alert as he can while he tucks into his impromptu meal. This isnât one of his go-to entrees but itâs good, filling his mouth with rich, heavy flavors and lighting him up with the joy of savory food after a morning of nibbling on sugar-drenched waffles and pancakes. He takes a page out of Carolâs book, moaning through a full mouthful and hopefully ruining the taunt for her. Makes direct eye contact and does it again, dropping his table knife to place a soothing hand on his tightening belly.Â
And it is tight, because heâd already been full. But Eddie Munson is not a runner these days; heâll see this challenge through to the end. The stretch kind of feels good, after all the unintentional practice, and he knows he hasnât hit his limit yet despite the discomfort.Â
So he smirks in victory at the disgusted face Carol makes and takes bigger bites. The beans and salsa and egg, the tortillas that sop up all the favors, it all goes down surprisingly easy. If some of it drips onto his shirt, so what? Apronâll cover that up. Uncaring, he spreads his legs (bumping up as against Steveâs warm thigh on one side) to give himself more room to expand, stealing Steveâs glass and taking several big gulps of Coke to wash down the last bites of Tommyâs food.Â
âAw yeah, hit the spot,â Eddie sighs once heâs scraped the plate as clean as possible with just a fork. He pats his belly with feeling, a few audible slaps, and it wobbles where it muffins out over the top of his pants, shirt already half untucked below the table despite his efforts earlier.Â
Carolâs nose is still scrunched up and he hopes it sticks that way. âWell Iâve lost my appetite,â she announces, giving her own plate a dainty little push away. âIâm surprised this place even manages to stay open with you around, eating the customersâ food like a pig.â
Sensing another challenge, Eddie leans forward as if to investigate the food sheâs rejecting. He already knows itâs tomato soup and grilled cheese, still hot from the kitchen, and he can feel his mouth watering in spite of himself.Â
âOnly the food they donât want,â he replies easily, reaching forward and snagging it for himself. The bowl rattles on top of the plate as he drags it closer, ignoring the spoon still untouched on Carolâs napkin to go straight for dipping the sandwich in the soup and taking a big, dripping first bite. If he lets out a little moan again, no one has to know itâs for real. âPeople can be fickle, yâknow,â he adds through a full mouth. âOne minute they want what they ordered and the next they ditch it like miserable assholes. Not like thatâs my fault, right? Or the foodâs.â He swallows, takes the opportunity to glare and say more clearly, âYou not liking something doesnât mean it goes in the trash and rots. Who made you judge, jury, and executioner, huh?â
Steve stiffens beside him, and Eddie feels the sudden loss of him moving his leg away. And fine, yeah, heâd made a pact with Robin not to air how much they feel Tommy and Carol both suck and definitely donât deserve Steveâs attempt to mend old bridges. Fuck it, though. If Steve wonât defend him then heâs on his own, right? The door swings both ways. Eddie didnât start this.Â
The tableau is interrupted by Frankie bringing out the three re-made plates himself, raising an exasperated eyebrow at Eddie. Naturally, Eddie responds by shrugging and then taking a large bite of soup-dunked grilled cheese.Â
âSir,â Carol says in an overly honeyed tone, âIâd like to make a formal complaint about our waiter. Heâsââ she waves a hand in Eddieâs direction ââsitting at our table and eating our food.â
âYeah,â Frankie grunts, just as exasperated as before regardless of the target. âAnd you kids always pull this one wayâr another any time you come in. At least someoneâs eatinâ it.âÂ
âWeâre not kids,â Tommy says impatiently. âWeâre in college.â (Again, Eddie feels Steve flinch slightly at his side, because only two of the people at this table are college students.) âIs this really how you treat paying customers?â
âYou ainât paid yet,â Frankie retorts with finality. He thunks the new plates down on the table and shuffles back to behind the counter, grumbling under his breath. Hard to make out what, but Eddie can guess itâs the one about spoiled brats with nothing to do but spend mommy and daddyâs money, thatâs a pretty common one.
A moment later he returns to toss some to-go containers down too, along with the check, silently dropping the gauntlet. Because sure, itâs a quiet day, but this is the only diner in Hawkins ever since Bennyâs closed. Frankie isnât hurting for customers and doesnât give a shit about being rude to a couple college students, having even fewer customer service bones in his body than his currently off-duty employee.Â
Eddie shoots Tommy a baleful grin across the table and takes another big bite of Carolâs abandoned lunch. Grilled cheese has always been a favorite of his, crunchy and gooey at the same time and perfectly accentuated by the tanginess of the tomato soup; heâs quite enjoying it, despite the tension.Â
âFuck this,â Tommy snaps, and starts to standâwhen Steve finally makes a move, reaching across the table and closing one hand around Tommyâs forearm.Â
âTommy,â Steve says, and he sounds weary. âYou should pay for your food. Iâll cover mine, but donât dine and dash, man.â
The look on Tommyâs face is one part surprise, two parts petulant. âThe fuck, Steve? We didnât even eat anything, this garbage disposal did.â And he glares at Eddie like this is all his fault, as though he hadnât started it. Eddie finishes the last of the first half of the sandwich in one huge bite to keep from hissing at him like a feral cat.Â
âYou asked for new food and they made it,â Steve replies flatly. âCome on.â
Eddie opens his mouth to say something sarcastic about leaving a tip for prompt service, but catches Steveâs warning look out of the corner of his eye and thinks better of it.Â
Because Steve is a good guy, he helps box up their food. But he leaves his own two BLTs where they are and doesnât go to follow them when they scoot out of their side of the booth, not even when they stand around awkwardly for a moment waiting for him to, what? Kick Eddie off the edge of the bench?
Probably.Â
Instead, Steve stares Tommy down until even he gets a scowl. âYou know what, Harrington? Fuck you. You think youâre so much better than us, because you stayed in this shithole and now everyone thinks youâre some sort of hero for helping rebuild it after the earthquake. Fine! Itâs all yours. Hope you enjoy the smell of pig shit.â He shoots Eddie one more parting sneer. âTake that one to the county fair and youâll probably even win a prize.â
They leave the diner, and Eddie turns to Steve to say⊠heâs not even sure what, some combination of good riddance and sorry for how much you got caught in the crossfire there man, probably. Heâs already forgiven Steve for not speaking up, never able to hold anything against him for long. Doing so probably would have just made even more of a scene, anyway.Â
But before he even can, Steve nods to the second half of the grilled cheese and says, âYou should finish that.â And when Eddie just blinks at him, he points helpfully to the remaining grilled cheese and soup. âDonât waste food, Eds.â
Which spins him a little because⊠is Steve mad at him? He doesnât seem mad, but he can be good at hiding it sometimes and Eddie canât tell. And if heâs not mad, then what is this?
âCome on, I know grilled cheese is your favorite.â
Slowly, Eddie brings the other half of the sandwich up to his mouth. He takes a big bite, out of habit. Chews and swallows. The food lands warm and heavy in his stomach, comforting even though heâs still uncertain. Steve watches the whole time, looking calm and collected and not at all like his childhood best friend just told him to go fuck himself.Â
When he finishes that, Steve reaches for the plate with the extra BLT and moves it in front of Eddie. âThink you can fit a little more?â
Frankieâs BLTs arenât what Eddie would call little. Without squishing it down, he actually might have to unhinge his jaw to get a full bite, and heâs eaten so much today already. But then Steveâs thigh bumps against his again, and Steve leans against his side just a little, and thereâs a hand⊠Steveâs hand, slipping palm down between his belly and where it rests on his lap.Â
âUm,â Eddie says stupidly.Â
âI thought they wouldâve grown up more,â Steve says quietly. âBut then we got here, and they started saying shit to you⊠I'm not sorry for giving it a shot, but Iâm sorry theyâre such assholes. I shouldâve at least made us go somewhere else so you didnât get caught up in it. Thanks for what you said, about⊠about being fickle and ditching stuff. Youâre a good guy, Eddie.â
âI try,â he replies, very much trying to not pop the worldâs most inappropriately timed boner. Because even though his pants are cutting into his middle and his shirt has ridden a good inch or two all the way around and that means Steve is touching his bare skin right now, Eddie feels strangely comfortable. Heâs off of his tired feet after a long shift, heâs so full that he aches a little, and the guy heâhis best friend is close and warm, anchoring him so firmly in his body and the present moment that he feels everything. Itâs overwhelming, but so good.Â
âAnd the other reason we shouldâve gone somewhere else,â Steve continues, his voice dropped to a smooth murmur now that makes Eddie shiver, âis because I didnât realize how early you started today.â
Eddie swallows hard, barely processing the words. That tone is making his boner situation worse, and Steve, who is moving his hand in slow, aimless circles along his thigh, could notice it any minute now. He doesnât want to have to explain it, but feels a hopeless little thrill at the prospect of trying. âMy, uh. My shiftâs almost over.â
âI can tell. Wanna know how?â
Does he? âYeahâŠâ
Three things happen in quick succession, bam bam bam. Steveâs breath hits his ear; his hand slides to where Eddie is very obviously chubbed up in his increasingly tight jeans; and Steve whispers, âYou move differently when youâre full.â
âOh fuck,â Eddie breathes, eyes fluttering shut. âAre youâIs this happening?â
An hour ago heâd been looking at baby pictures with a new grandma, and now Steve Harrington is feeling him up at work.Â
Steve gives him a little squeeze that makes Eddie want to turn inside out, it feels so good. His blood is pounding in his ears and dick and stomach. âYeah. Why, have I been running through your dreams?â
That is such a line, Eddie almost says, but apparently lines work with him when itâs Steve saying them. Instead, he nods.Â
âMakes more sense than the other way around, doesnât it?â he manages, hand patting his own belly again as though anyone looking at him could possibly miss what he means.Â
âYouâve been in my dreams plenty,â Steve replies, making Eddie shiver again. âBut yeah, you donât do a lot of running in them. So⊠hereâs an idea.â He takes a breath, the first suggestion of nerves Eddie has noticed so far. âIf you still have room, Iâll take the rest of this to go and wait for you in my car. Your vanâs still in the shop, right?â
Now Steveâs hand is rubbing again, a slow grinding up-down-up-down of his palm through denim that feels so exquisite itâs otherworldly. Eddie is fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. âY-yeahâŠâ
âGood. Call your uncle, tell him you donât need a ride home. Iâll take all this and pull around back and wait for you⊠Do you have anything else set aside in the kitchen?â
For a second, part of Eddie thinks, Steve knows about that?! But thatâs stupid, because heâs laughed about it with all his friends, the way the little old ladies fuss over him and insist he eat while he worksâlike they didnât get the memo about the whole cultist, wanted murderer thing, or maybe donât recognize him from the wanted posters. (He does wear less black and puts his hair up at work, after all.) Laughed about it more as he started to look plumper, went from overfed to overweight.Â
What was it Steve had told him once? That⊠That he shouldnât worry about it, because he wears it well. Jesus, if Eddie had known he meant it like thisâ
âSlice of cake,â he whispers, the only way he can stop it coming out as a moan. God, heâs so full and bloated, belly on display in a shirt that might never fit him again, but he wants that cake now. Wants to shove it in his face while Steve keeps touching him, never stop if thatâs what it takes to keep his attention. âCh-chocolate cake that Ethel didnât eat.â
âGood. Bring that when you clock out,â Steve tells him. âAnd anything else you want. Maybe a few sodas? Since you sucked down half of mine like it was nothing.â
Eddieâs eyes fly to Steveâs face, but he doesnât look annoyed. He looks kind of smug, but mostly⊠hungry. It sends sparks through Eddieâs entire body, that goddamn Harrington charm.Â
âI want to see what you look like filled all the way up, big boy.â
The end of Eddieâs shift canât come soon enough. Heâs never moved so fast while already feeling this stuffed before, and Steveâs bright laughter follows him through snatching up all the cash on the table and booking it through the kitchen's swinging door, apron forgotten at the booth.
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Supernaut (Chapter 2)
Ahh hereâs the next chapter to Supernaut! Iâm so excited to share it with everyone and hereâs the link to the ao3 :)
âHey kid,â Wayneâs voice is rough and gravily as he talks. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, that movement alone causing the trailer to make loud creaky noises. Wayne leans over at a slight angle, on the same side he was leaning most of his weight on, to peek into Eddie's room.
Eddie knew Wayne wouldn't just push his way into his room without permission. They each respected the other's boundaries too much to do that. Wayne had always preferred just peaking into his room to see if he was alright or needed anything, and if the door was closed Wayne knew not to bug him. It had been a working system for a while now.
âYeah, Wayne?â That was the go-ahead for Wayne to slightly push the door open so he could talk to Eddie face-to-face.Â
âI'm about to head out, need anything?â He asks as his eyes wander the room like he always did. It was a habit he had picked up from the army, always scanning a room to confirm that there was no danger. This is why Eddie wasnât surprised when his Uncle raised an eyebrow at the numerous medical books and articles on his bed.
Similar to the door situation, they had created a system of just not asking. It would be much harder to explain than just ignoring it. Typically Eddie was doing research like this for a DnD campaign. Not for someone whose life depended on it. (He was being dramatic, but from how Steve Harrington looked he wouldnât be surprised if his everyday life depended on what to do and not to do with the information this book was giving him.)
Eddie furrows his eyebrows, moving a hand to rub at his face. His eyes are beginning to strain from spending numerous hours reading. He had a small headache and his stomach growls from not getting up to grab lunch. He was starving but was too focused on the research to pay attention to such human problems. But he didnât need to bother Wayne about that, Eddie knew how to fend for himself.
âNope, not that I can think of.â Eddie hums gently. He wiggles around in his spot when he begins to feel what parts of his body fell asleep, such as his ass.Â
Eddie offers a small smile to his uncle, who simply gives him a hand gesture to get the boy to go back to whatever he is doing. âAlright, see you in the morning kiddo.âÂ
When Eddie knows his Uncle is safely in his truck and out of the driveway he dives back into his research. Chewing his lip and pencil as he kept scanning and reading intensely when he found something that could mean something and be understandable.
As time progressed, he was beginning to realize that some medical stuff contradicted itself. One paper said not to sleep for twenty-four hours after a concussion and the next said to get as much rest as possible, even within the first twenty-four hours. Eddie makes sure to take note of this.
âKeep an eye on the patient for repeated vomiting, worsening headaches, visual problems, problems sleeping, trouble balancing, dilated pupils, and problems walking. To have a speedier recovery make sure the patient avoids any physical activity that can lead to another concussion, along with driving, watching too much television, using any illegal substances, or consuming alcohol. If anything worsens you should see a licensed professional immediately.âÂ
The more he read the more concerned Eddie was for Steve Harrington. He hadnât paid much attention to the guy but from the short time he had talked to him, he was checking off a decent amount of things that were ânoteworthyâ and serious enough for a doctor to get involved.
Eddie doesnât even bother writing that all down, instead he pulls a highlighter out and highlights the entire paragraph to read to Steve when he sees him next.Â
He didn't care if the library yelled at him for "Ruining" their book. He's sure that the next person who would be checking this out would be another Steve Harrington. Another Steve Harrington who didn't have time to read over three hundred pages worth of nonsense that doesn't even give any new knowledge. Just common sense like avoiding getting hit in the head. It didn't take a supersonic genius to figure that one out, Sherlock.
Eddie secretly hoped the next person who needed this book, like Steve does, could just skim through the book and find that paragraph.
He figures that he has done enough for the night, and learned all he could to help Steve Harrington. So he allows himself one dramatic flop into his bed before grabbing a leftover joint off his side table. After all of that reading, he deserved one.
However, what he didnât like to admit was how much anxiety he currently felt over Steve Harrington.
*****
The next day Eddie got up and ready for school much faster than normal. On average, he was out the door by the second period and on campus for the fourth. The perfect time to show up to school as his lunch was fifth.
Today though he had some motivation to get to school on time. He had finished his research the night before and was eager to share it with Steve. (And collect his money of course.)
He had all his research collected and in a normal schoolbag, an item he rarely brings to school. Before he started dealing his drugs from his lunch pal, he used to carry them around in a bag. But it had clashed with the whole metalhead image and was more inconvenient.
He was only bringing one now because of the number of research articles he had snatched. He was a clumsy fool and probably would lose everything if he didnât secure it in a bag.Â
Eddie was eager to share all the information with Steve as soon as possible. It had only been a week since he made the deal with the other in the library, but with everything he learned that still felt like it was too long of a wait.
So he sucked up it and woke up much earlier than he typically would and raced himself to school. He was hoping if he got to school early he would be able to catch Steve in the parking lot and pull the bandaid off quickly. Then afterward drive back home to sleep until lunch period.
Much to his disappointment, Steveâs car was nowhere. Eddie groans as he taps his fingers on his steering wheel, distracted by looking for Steve to notice a familiar figure walking up to his window.Â
Gareth's loud knocking makes Eddie jump, completely startled by the sudden noise. Eddie snaps his head to look out his window to see an agitated Gareth peering up at him. His fists were clenching tightly around the straps of his bag and Eddie was confident he could see the flames of hellfire in his eyes.
Eddie makes an over-the-top face at the other as he turns his head back to look behind him before pointing at himself. âYou want me?â he mouths out to the other.
"Munson!" Gareth's yell could easily be heard through the glass, which was just a little scary as Eddie had âEscapeâ by Metallica blaring at full volume.Â
Eddie quickly moves to lock his door but the boy seems to catch onto what he is trying to do and quickly pulls the door open. Eddie nearly falls out head first but quickly regains balance by grabbing Gareth's shoulders.
When Eddie was confident he wouldnât get a concussion, he looked back up at Gareth who was visibly annoyed.
"Hey there buddy!" Eddie's soft accent pops out from the current excitement at hand.Â
"Eddie, why are you here?"
"Where?-" Eddie tries to start but Gareth begins to scrunch up his nose, which is never a good sign and Eddie is quick to change what he's about to say, "Oh here! In this fine establishment? Well, I am here to learn Gare bear like any other kid here. You know this is going to be the year I graduate you know? I should take it a bit more seriously shouldn't I?" He was pulling all of that out of his ass and Gareth knew that as well.
Gareth keeps a blank expression on his face and now Eddie isnât so sure his chances of avoiding a concussion were one to none. He needed to defuse whatever this bomb was and quick.
âEddie you never show up to school before the fifth period.â Gareth squints at him, âHell you havenât woken up past fourth period since the first day of school. So tell me, why are you here this early and why the hell did you not pick me up? I live just up the road from you dude.â His face was a light red, from either being incredibly angry with Eddie or from the mile walk between his house and Hawkins High.
Eddie opens his mouth to say something but is quick to put his most charming smile on as he hops down from his van. He was secretly grateful he didnât toss his bag in the passenger seat or else Gareth would have been even more suspicious of him.
âGary, if we drop this and never bring any of this situation up again I shall award you with whatever you want in the campaign tonight.â That was a pretty steep offer but Eddie really didnât want to seem like a dick friend. He honestly forgot Gareth this morning.Â
His offer seems to work in his favor as interest sparks in Gareth's eyes. Gareth is about to say something when from the corner of Eddieâs eye he sees the exact vehicle he was hoping to see moments prior.Â
Eddie canât help but visibly cringe when he realizes that the book recommended a person with a concussion doesnât drive for a couple of weeks. And from context clues, Steve Harrington had a concussion.
âEddie?â Gareth speaks louder this time, moving his head in front of Eddie's vision so that he could see him. âHey did you hear me?â His voice is now growing slightly concerned as he turns his head to look where Eddie is looking. It was very out of character for Eddie not to pay attention to what he was saying. They were best friends after all.
Gareth also sees Steve, the only person Eddie could be looking at step out of his car. From the limited view Eddie had, Gareth looked even more confused. Which was exactly what he was hoping to avoid by getting this whole transaction done sooner rather than later.
Eddie quickly glances back at Harrington, who is stumbling over his feet as he places a hand over his right ear wincing about something. When it was clear the other wasnât going to fall on his face Eddie turned his attention back on Gareth slightly confused.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âYou alright dude? You're not normally this distracted,â Gareth points out warily as he keeps glancing between Eddie and in the direction of Steve.
âYeah, yeah. I am completely fine my dude.â Eddie awkwardly sticks up two of his thumbs before he moves backward to shut his door. Cursing when he realizes he just locked his key in the van.Â
âFuck!â he curses as he quickly turns to smack at his door.Â
âEddie!â Gareth groans loudly. Moving to the back of the van to kick the back door at a slight angle resulting in it popping open pretty easily. A trick that Eddie purposely implemented just in case of emergencies. (Just like this one) Donât ask him how he did it, not even he knows.
âI forgot about that.âÂ
âEddie, are you going to tell me what's seriously going on?â Gareth squints at his friend. Eddie opens his mouth to only shut it again when he remembers Steve didnât want him bringing anyone else in on this whole thing.
Taking the hint that Eddie wasnât going to tell him Gareth sighs, âYou arenât dealing again are you?â He asks in a hushed whisper, his right hand gesturing to the backpack that was on the van floor just a few inches from them.
Eddie opens his mouth trying to act offended but he canât. If he was Gareth he would think he was dealing again too. Opening his mouth again, he groans loudly when he realizes the only way he could convince the other boy he wasnât selling was to bring him in on the whole Steve Harrington ordeal.
He moves quickly and shoves Gareth into the back of the van, like he has done multiple times in the past. When he was sure the other was safely in the back he hops in and joins him. Grunting gently as he feels a rip in his pants grows bigger. He quickly shuts the van door and looks back at Gareth. He was being dramatic but boy did he enjoy putting on a show for people
âYou canât tell anyone else what I am about to tell you, not even Freak or Jeff,â Eddie says seriously.Â
âOh my god, did a deal go wrong with Steve Harrington?â Gareth gasps. âHeâs not going to snitch on you, is he? Oh my god Eddie you canât afford to go to jail.â Gareth hisses out as he stays in a hunched stance, already coming up with the scenarios that Eddie could have possibly gotten himself into.
âI did not partake in any sort of drug deal with Steve Harrington. There was a deal but it didnât involve drugs, it involved books.âÂ
âBooks?âÂ
âYeah, you know? The thing with pages and you're supposed to read?â Eddie says partly sarcastic before he moves to the bag to unzip it. Not bothering to pick it up off the floor, he just peels the bag back a little to show Gareth the book Steve had requested him to read and the pages of notes he took to share with Steve.Â
âHeâs going to pay me a hundred dollars to read this, which I already did and is the reason why I missed practice last night,â Eddie explains.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âGareth have you not seen that boy's skull, It's two dents away from being a crushed can.â Eddie exaggerates.Â
âNo, I mean why help him read a book? Heâs an asshole jock?â Gareth's eyebrows are pinched together, there is no malice behind his words just curiosity.Â
âWell young Gare, sometimes you will have to help a jock in need. In this case, dire need, and hope it can benefit you in the future. And Iâm getting a hundred dollars, I would be a moron to say no.â Eddie comments before pausing as he answers more seriously.
 âAnd I donât know, he looked pretty pathetic in the library. And you noticed how he was walking. He nearly fell on his face just from getting out of the car. What would make me and any other jock different if I didnât help him learn more about his injuries? If I can possibly prevent him from accidentally killing himself by giving him the information he needs then Iâm willing to do that.â Eddie rambles out.Â
Gareth listens intently, before pointing out the obvious., âWhy doesnât he just go to the doctor?âÂ
Eddie shrugs, âNo clue.â He admits before an Idea pops into his mind.Â
âHey, is your mom still a nurse?âÂ
âIs your mom still a whore?â Gareth shoots back.
Eddie squints at the other boy before commenting, âYou know you could have just said yes like a normal person.â
âEddie, when has this friendship ever been normal?â
***
Throughout the day it seemed like some invisible figure was shoving Steve and Eddie closer than normal. Eddie was slowly becoming convinced that they had their own personal invisible man afoot.
When Eddie happened to be going down one hall Steve happened to be coming up the same hall. When Eddie was leaving a class Steve was awkwardly entering it. (Eddie had completely forgotten that Steve was in his third-period class, maybe if Eddie showed up to school more often he would remember small details like this.)
For one, Eddie was glad he was seeing the other everywhere but on the other hand, he was nervous the other was going to figure him out. After all, it was in their contractual agreement that Eddie didnât tell anyone what he was doing for Steve. And what did Eddie do? He blabbed his mouth to fucking Gareth. Who wouldnât tell anyone, but it still nerved Eddie that he broken an agreement.
When it was finally his lunch period he was more excited about getting to his table than what he normally was. He purposely swings his metal lunch pal back and forth with a relaxed and cheerful smile as he skips his way to the designated nerd table.Â
He had a great campaign planned out for tonight and was excited to share it. He pulled up a chair, even though there was enough room to sit on one of the benches. If he could he would drag the homemade throne from the musical room and sit on that instead. But heâs already gotten in trouble for that.
As he waits for the other boys to join him he pulls out his lunch, carefully pushing his stash of weed to the side in there. Most of the kids in the area smelt like weed anyway so he wasnât too worried about being sniffed out. Though he had always been worried about being jumped by the basketball team at one point. But other than that, Hawkins High was one of the safer sides of town he could get away with just carrying his stash around. Surprisingly. It also wasnât like the teachers knew what they were sniffing out for. And if they did know they didnât care as most times they were buying off from Eddie anyway.
âHey, Eds.â Jeff greets as he sits down in his normal spot, leaving the seat right next to Eddie free for Gareth. If anyone loved routine it was Gareth.Â
âHey Jeff,â Eddie hums back with a mouth full of pbj. With each bite, he could taste small little flakes of weed that he didnât bother cleaning out from the sandwich bag before placing his food in it.
He has the great thought of possibly turning a PBJ sandwich into an edible when he catches sight of Steve coming into the cafeteria. Steve was shakily holding a lunch tray as he walked away from his normal seat with Tommy Hagen. Which was a strange behavior as the two had been two peas in a pod for as long as Eddie could remember.Â
What was also out of the ordinary for the Harrington boy was how he avoided eye contact with everyone in the room. From across the lunchroom, Eddie could see that the boy's color was still very off, the bruises on his face had only gotten worse with time instead of better and he was still stumbling over his feet a little.
Eddie doesn't stop staring, figuring that enough people are watching Steve that Harrington wouldnât make eye contact with him. He keeps watching as Steveâs head lifts and he begins to glance around the room, looking for a place to sit. Eddie doesnât get a chance to look away, caught off guard when Steveâs eyes meet his. They make intense eye contact for a couple of minutes, and Eddie nearly drops his sandwich in the process.
Steve looks away before Eddie can and sits down at an empty table as if heâs never seen Eddie in his life. Or currently had a deal with him. The entire interaction was weird.Â
Eddie relaxes a bit before Gareth and Freak finally join them.Â
âHey boys,â Eddie grins. âYou ready for tonight?â He can't sit still as he's reminded of the exciting campaign he has in store. He doesnât stay seated in his chair for long as he climbs into the chair and crouches awkwardly. He keeps eating his sandwich as if he wasnât acting like a fucking Goblin, and listens to the boys ramble excitedly.
It doesnât take long before he hears a tray being dropped across the lunchroom. The banging noise echoed over everyoneâs voices. He tilts his head curiously to see who the victim is. He almost lets out a groan when he realizes it's Steve Harrington.Â
From where Eddie sat he could see Steve bending over and picking up the tray. A decent amount of eyes were back on him again as he waddled to put the tray at the tray station. From the corner of Eddieâs eye, he could see Gareth's head turning to look at him. Eddie knew what the other was going to tell him to do, there was no point in looking at the other but he still does.Â
Gareth's face was pulled up in concern as he glanced between Jeff and Freak to make sure they werenât looking before mouthing out a âGo help him.â
Eddie squints at him, mentally sending Gareth the reasons why he shouldnât go help him. One is the fact that if he left after Steve that would give the other two boys a bad impression of what Eddie is doing. Like Gareth, they would most likely assume that this was another drug dealing situation and freak out at him. And when they found out that wasnât the case they would next assume that Eddie was in some weird homoerotic relationship with Steve Harrington and he is pretty sure that would be pushing the line of their acceptance to his queerness.Â
Even though he had remotely no interest in the guy.
Eddie rolls his eyes when Gareth just glares at him more. He tries to think fast about what excuse he could use to get away from the table. He glances at Gareth's drink and thinks it's the perfect escape. He purposely reaches over while the two guys arenât looking and pushes the open bottle of water to spill all over the table and into Eddie's lap.Â
Eddie jumps up with a groan, putting on a show. âGareth, you clumsy bastard,â he says dramatically as he tries to wipe the water from his shirt and his crotch area. Jeff and Freak look between him and Gareth, completely clueless as to what is happening. Dare Eddie say, unexpecting even?Â
Eddie was mentally hyping himself up after that stunt, believing that if this was a dexterity check he just rolled a goddamn d20 like a total natural. In his mental gloating, he nearly forgets that there was a purpose behind dumping Gareth's water all over himself.Â
âUh, Iâll be right back. Imma go to the bathroomââÂ
Fuck. Eddie may have mastered dexterity but he sure didnât master common sense. He simply could have just said he had to go to the bathroom. Instead, he made a mess of things and now had wet pants for no reason. From how Gareth looks at him now, itâs fair to assume he was calling Eddie some creative name choices. And a dexterity god was not one of them.
Eddie chuckles, smiling awkwardly before speeding out the lunchroom doors and away from that ungraceful situation. He prays to the metal gods that neither Freak nor Jeff brought up what just happened during DnD tonight.
He glances up and down the halls quickly, hoping to catch sight of Steve. It doesnât take long to find him as Steve appears around the corner to head towards Eddie. Good, greatâthis was very convenient. Eddie could tell him what the book said, get paid, and be on his merry way.Â
He eagerly moves down the hall, âHey Harrington,â He says a bit louder so that Steve can catch what he is saying. There is no response from Steve, who hasnât looked up from the floor since turning the corner. As Eddie moves closer he notices how the boy is holding his ears, as if he were trying to squish them into his skull. Â
Eddie pauses for a second and mentally revisits some of the symptoms of head injuries. Some hearing loss was one of them, along with random sporadic ringing noises. He wondered if that was the issue Steve was having now. Eddie keeps walking towards the boy carefully, not wanting to spook the other. When he was in reaching distance he carefully poked the other's shoulder to grab his attention. But even being that careful Steve still jumps and flinches away from him.
Steve looks up, appearing very disoriented. His color is off, and he looks seconds away from throwing up all over Eddieâs new sneakers. âHey, you okay?â He asks concerned.
âWhat?â Steve asks loudly. âSorry canât hear you over the loud ringing,â his face pinches up, looking even more distressed.Â
Eddie was starting to feel uncomfortable, his anxiety was rising in his chest and he didnât know what he was supposed to do to help the other now while he couldnât hear him. He glances frantically around the hallway as if anything could help Steve, before deciding the best thing to do was to stay calm.
He turns his attention back on the other as he moves his hand in a âfollow meâ gesture, and leads the other to his van. It probably looked suspicious, but he was sure that being outside would help the other a lot more than being cramped inside.Â
Steve looks even more confused as Eddie gestures for him to get in the back of the van. âDonât worry, Iâm not going to kill you.â Eddie snorts as he hops into the van first. Hoping that would ease some of the other's anxiety.Â
Eddie sits on the ground, watching the other curiously. Steve looks around for a moment, and at this point Eddieâs confident that the confused goldfish was his new signature look.
Steve awkwardly climbs in and Eddie moves forward just in case. Watching the other stumble in clumsily before Eddie closes the door behind him. Steve shifts his body around as if he didnât know what to do with it and Eddie is quick to take the lead again. Waving his hand for the other to sit down once more.
Steve looks around the van, taking in the setting while Eddie waits for the other to be able to hear again. Hopefully, it would be soon, but he was willing to wait if necessary.Â
When Steve finally turns his head back to Eddie he opens his mouth, wincing a little before he points to his ears. âSorry, my ears tend to ring louder when I'm in loud places,â he comments as he rubs at them again.Â
Eddie nods his head and takes note of that before it quickly grows awkward. âSo, why did you bring me into your van?â Steve asks confused. A light chuckle falls from his lips when Eddie starts to move around to grab the bag. Remembering what they were in here for.Â
âI finished the book,â He says simply. âAnd I did take some notes, figured I could tell you the summary if that's cool with you?â He says as he grabs the stack of notes he wrote.Â
Steve has an unreadable look on his face as he nods his head carefully. Eddie takes that as his queue and takes a shaky breath as he begins to read off all of the information. Even pulling out the book to read the highlighted section. By the time heâs finished reading it all Steveâs face was pale again. His eyes looked watery and Eddie couldnât tell if he was going to be sick in his van.Â
Steve's hands shake in his lap a little like he was somewhere else. Eddie pinches his eyebrows before hesitating over his words. âI think it would be a good idea if you went to see a Doctor Steve,â he comments. âI know a guy, his mother is a nurse and I can easily take you over and get you checked out and-â Eddie rambles but Steve shakes his head no with a slight sniffle that they both choose to ignore.Â
âNah, Iâll be fine. Handled worse than this.â He laughs bitterly. Eddie furrows his eyebrows, concern taking over him again as he opens his mouth again but shuts it again when he realizes there is no point in trying to persuade Steve Harrington. He had already made up his mind.
âAlright, I see I canât change your mind.â Eddie chuckles, unsure what he's supposed to do in this situation. But he canât help himself as he comments, âBut please, for the love of god donât play any sports this season man. I donât want to hear about how Steve Harrington died on the court.â He was fidgeting with his rings as he said this, shifting his eyes anywhere but on Steve.Â
âIâll be fine, no plans on dying either.â Steve laughs gently. His whole demeanor had changed, from being the most vulnerable Eddie had ever seen him to being the most closed-off a person could be.Â
Those were the last words Steve said to him before he hopped out of the van and left to go back into the school. And in his place, where he had been sitting were two one hundred dollar bills.
#Eddie is going through some emotions throughout this#heâs conflicted#but no spoils#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steve x eddie#strangerthings#steve stranger things#eddie and steve
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#im very conflicted lol#i loved rebel robin and i consider it canon but tho so it might end up being like that#stranger things#eddie munson#flight of icarus#stranger things eddie#steddie
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love me softly p22
part 21
Eddie wakes up to Steve tracing lines across the side of his neck.
He smiles into the pillow, reaching out blindly to find him, and when he grabs at his waist he pulls him closer, mumbling, âCâmere.â
Steve rolls on top of him and their legs tangle as Eddie wraps his arms around Steveâs bare waist. His skin is almost hot, warm from sleep and blankets. Steveâs chin rests on Eddieâs chest.
Eddie can feel him gazing at him, and he suppresses a smile.
âBed head,â Steve says fondly. His voice is rough. Eddie hums.
Steve traces the spider on Eddieâs chest slowly, the body, then the legs, and then he kisses it. Eddie sighs, sliding a hand under the waistband of his boxers to squeeze his hip.
âI was thinking,â Steve says quietly.
âMm. Sounds dangerous.â
Steve pinches Eddieâs nipple, and Eddie giggles, grabbing his hand to push it away.
âWhat are you thinking?â he asks, holding Steveâs hand to himself after a moment. Steve is quiet, his chin back on Eddieâs chest, just over his heart.
ââŠI donât care if people know.â
Eddie slowly opens his eyes, blinking at the ceiling for a moment before his eyes find Steve. Steve is gazing at him, his chin squished so his lips are pouting.
âExplain?â Eddie says softly.
âI meanâŠâ Steve exhales, looking back at the spider and tracing it again as Eddie pushes his hair back, running his fingers over the side of his head. âI donât think we should, like, make out in the hallways and stuff, but IâŠâ His lips shift thoughtfully, still pouting. âI like wearing your clothes. And I like, like, leaning against you and laying on your shoulder. And holding your hand. And I miss it at school.â
Eddie listens intently, running his fingers through Steveâs hair, thinking.
ââŠYou know people will talk,â he says quietly. Steve shrugs weakly.
âPeople will always talk,â he says. âPeople already talk.â
âTheyâll call you things.â
Another shrug.
âWhatever they call meâŠâ Steve frowns a little bit, his eyes trained on Eddieâs. âIâll make it mine. Like you.â
âJesus,â Eddie sighs, blinking and letting his head fall to look up at the ceiling. He scratches his fingertips across Steveâs scalp.
âWe donât have to,â Steve says, misunderstanding. âWe canâ We can keep our distance, I donât mind, I justâŠâ
âNo, baby, itâs justââ
He sighs again, looking down at him.
âTheyâre gonna give you so much shit, Stevie, shit that you donâtâ you donât deserve.â
âYou donât deserve it either,â Steve says. âOr Gareth, or your friends, orâ or anyone that people are assholes to for no reason.â
âI know, butâŠâ He touches Steve, tracing the moles on his cheek. âTheyâre probably gonna call you stuff. And harass you, and call youââ
âI know, Eddie,â Steve murmurs. âIâve thought about it. I think about it every time I see you in the hallways because I wanna⊠push you against the lockers and kiss you until you canât remember your own name.â
Eddie canât suppress a grin, and Steve smiles up at him.
âI wonât do that, though,â Steve says.
âYou can do it when we get home.â
Steve nods against his chest.
âSo what do you think?â he says after a moment. Eddie gazes at him for a moment, tucking his hair back.
âJust⊠I want you to know what youâre getting into.â
âI do.â
âIt might be dangerous, Stevie.â
âI know,â Steve murmurs. âIâve thought about it.â
Eddie gazes, tracing a line across his forehead.
âWe donât have to be super obvious,â Steve says softly. âI just wanna be able to touch you. Just⊠Your hand. Or, like, leaning against you. I feel like Iâm dying every time I see you and I have to just look at you like weâre buddies.â
Eddie smiles softly, touching his face. Thereâs a line on his cheek from the pillow.
âWe can let them all wonder,â Steve says quietly. âAnd then⊠weâll run away together. Get married ând shit.â
Eddieâs eyes burn. He blinks them, looking up at the ceiling and listening to Steve giggle softly, biting his lip to suppress a smile.
âJesus, I love you.â
ââS nice,â Steve whispers, tilting his head to press a kiss to Eddieâs chest. He reaches up to wipe a tear for Eddie, leaving his hand up to twist in Eddieâs tangled curls. Eddie takes a deep breath, blinking tears back, focusing on the weight on Steve on top of him, the pressure of his head on his chest, the feeling of their skin touching.
He hesitates after a few moments, furrowing his brows.
âWhat if⊠What if your parents hear about us? Somehow?â
Steveâs eyes skim over Eddieâs face, his fingertips untangling a snag in Eddieâs hair.
âI donât know. I donât⊠I donât really care.â
âStevie.â
âI donât, Eddie. They barely know me anyway. I already wanna leave home as soon as I can. Kinda wanna, like, cut them off eventually.â He looks soft, like he might cry, but his voice is strong. âI donât care if they know.â
âIf theyâŠâ Eddie pauses to collect himself, realising his hands are shaking. He holds Steveâs head, touching the buzzed hair. âIf they do anything. If they find out, orâ or you think they know or that theyâll find out, and youâ you feel unsafe at all, you come to mine and Wayneâs.â
âI know,â Steve says with a small smile.
âOr Tommyâs if his dad isnât home, orâ or Garethâs.â
âI know, Eddie.â
Eddie exhales, staring for a moment before he sits up, pushing Steve to sit across from him, their legs around each other. Steve glances down at himself, at his stomach, insecure, so Eddie moves closer and slides his hand across his belly, over the soft rolls, and he leans close to kiss him. Itâs a soft, slow kiss, and Steveâs hands find Eddieâs shoulders, pulling his hair back to touch his neck as Eddieâs fingers press into his flesh.
âAre you sure?â Eddie asks when they part.
âYes.â
Eddie exhales, nudging their noses together.
âOkay.â
âOkay?â
âOkay,â Eddie says again, nodding, smiling. Steve leans closer, wrapping his arms around Eddieâs neck and pulling him in tightly as Eddie slides his hands over his back firmly, down his spine to the waist and of his boxers and back to the nape of his neck.
They stay there for a while, just holding each other, face in each otherâs necks, rocking back and forth a little bit without even really noticing, until Steve whispers, âWill you take a shower with me?â
âIs that a serious question?â
Steve giggles.
When Gareth and Tommy arrive, Steveâs hair is carefully styled with products that keep it silky smooth. Eddieâs hair smells like the same products, and he still feels weak in the knees from letting Steve run his fingers through his wet curls, scrunching them and twisting them around his fingers to form perfect ringlets.
Gareth and Tommy promptly ruin Steveâs hair by manhandling his head to see the shaved sides, simultaneously rubbing the sides of his head roughly and making him giggle.
They brought pizza.
Eddie brought weed.
Steve comments that maybe weed isnât a great idea as he pulls Poltergeist out and holds it up for Eddie to see, but it doesnât stop them. They all sit on the floor together, Steve leaning against Eddieâs chest between his legs, the others leaning against the sofa. Tommy and Gareth share a joint between them. Eddie and Steve share one, but Steve stays bundled under a blanket when he finishes his pizza, and Eddie just holds the joint down to his lips for him.
Tommy gets up to put another movie on when the first one ends because Steve refuses to get up. Steve falls asleep halfway through it.
Gareth lets his head fall to Eddieâs shoulder as they watch, smiling as he watches Eddie comb through Steveâs hair and rest his cheek on the top of his head. Tommy moves to lay his head on Garethâs lap. (Gareth covers his eyes with a hand and has to stifle a laugh as Tommy reaches up to smack at his face, calling him an asshole.) Tommy falls asleep next, taking steady breaths, his shoulder rising and falling.
âIâm really happy,â Eddie murmurs to Gareth after a while, sounding sleepy. His eyes are trained on the television, his fingers tracing Steveâs knuckles as Steve holds onto his forearm thatâs gentle across his chest.
Gareth sighs, nuzzling against his shoulder before he lifts his head and smacks a soft kiss to his temple, making him squeeze his eyes shut with a bright smile.
âIâm glad you are,â Gareth says as heâs laying his head back down. âI am too.â
âââââââââ
The summer between Steveâs junior and senior years, he and Eddie go to Indianapolis to get away from Hawkins for a few days. They drag Tommy and Gareth along.
As theyâre walking down a sidewalk, laughing and jabbing at each other, Steve lingers at the window of a piercing and tattoo shop, and Eddie stops, watching the way he gazes inside, eyeing the posters and photos.
They go inside.
They spend too long chatting with the people that work there, browsing the flash sheets on the walls and the displayed jewellery, until they all make their decisions.
Tommy doesnât get anything, just because itâs not his style. (Though Gareth wonât stop teasing that heâs just scared, mouthing pussy at him across the shop.)
Gareth gets a septum piercing after much contemplation. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly as the piercer holds the needle up, and then after itâs done, he promptly says, âThat actually wasnât that bad,â even though his eyes are watering.
âYouâre crying,â Tommy says, leaning against a nearby shelf and watching intently, curiously.
âItâs a natural reaction, Tommy,â Gareth says sassily as the piercer chuckles, putting the jewellery in in place of the needle. âYou ever get punched in the nose?â
âNo.â
âHowâd you like to be?â
Tommy just cackles.
Eddie gets his right ear lobe pierced. Itâs just a black stud for now, but he keeps eyeing the piercerâs gauges, the small black tunnels through his ear lobes.
Steve gets his left eyebrow pierced. Eddie already has the polaroid camera out of his bag, waiting, and as the piercer moves away to pick up the jewellery, Steve turns to look at him. His left eye is squeezed shut because the piercing is bleeding, bright red on his golden skin, the needle straight through his brow. Eddie lifts the camera without hesitation, and Steve lifts a hand in a lazy rock-on gesture.
(Eddie keeps the photo in his wallet, occasionally just opening it to gaze at him, at the smile just teasing at his lips, at his soft arms that are exposed because heâs wearing one of Eddieâs old Megadeath shirts, the sleeves cut off to battle the summer heat. The man of Eddieâs dreams.)
Eddie wipes the blood away for him after the jewellery is in place, and Steve tugs him into a chaste kiss.
Steve insists on paying for all three piercings, with the explanation of, âIf my parents found out Iâm using their hard-earned money for body modifications theyâd lose their shit, soâŠâ and a wink. Eddie just says, âIâm in love with you,â and the cashier laughs softly as Tommy and Gareth groan obnoxiously.
Eddie and Steve go back to the same shop before summer is over. Steve gets his septum pierced because he really liked Garethâs, and Eddie holds his hand as he gets it done, laughing when Steveâs hand clenches and Steve lets out a gasp.
âGareth is a fucking liar,â Steve says firmly as the piercer changes the needle for the nose ring. âHoly shit.â
Steve holds his hand as Eddie kicks his feet in anticipation as the piercer cleans the bridge of his nose, just between his eyes.
âThis may be a horrible idea,â Eddie says, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
âWhyâs that?â Steve asks, running his thumb over his knuckles.
âI really hate needles.â
Steve and piercer laugh, and piercer, a young woman with a buzzcut, tells him he can change his mind.
âGareth would never let me live it down,â he says. âLetâs do this, stick me.â
âAlright,â she says, squeezing the bridge of his nose with the clamp and lining the needle up. His hand squeezes Steveâs so tightly it hurts. âOn three. Oneââ
âFuck you,â Eddie complains when she pierces him before three. She just laughs.
Steve pays again. He tells Eddie he wants to get his tongue done next, and Eddie sighs heavily like heâs annoyed before he tugs him into an alleyway and kisses him silly.
Come August, nobody in town really recognizes Steve. He gets the same stares Eddie gets as he walks down the street, the same squinted eyes and furrowed eyebrows and judging, wrinkled noses. He gets the same glares from parents as they turn their children around. Donât stare, they say, even as they stare over their shoulders. And Steve realises everything about Eddie and his behaviour makes sense, because when an old man stares him down for more than a full minute, all Steve can think to do is stick his tongue out and hiss at him. The man looks away haughtily, huffing and turning red, and Steve just giggles to himself.
On the first day of school, he wears one of Eddieâs shirts that heâs stolen. A black t-shirt Eddie made Steve paint with bleach, leaving the soft, worn fabric stained red in a careful spider web across the chest. Heâs wearing one of Eddieâs rings, and he fidgets with it during classes, rubs his fingers over it until the metal is warm as he tries to pay attention.
The teacher takes attendance silently, looking up around the room and checking off names, until she stops and asks, âIs Steve Harrington here?â
He raises his hand and says, âHere,â and then has to lower his head to hide his smile. Because the students around him look toward him at the sound of his voice, wide-eyed and already spinning rumours and theories around in their minds, rumours and theories that make their way to open air by the next day.
Steve Harringtonâs been corrupted. Heâs been dethroned, manipulated, possessed. It was Eddie Munsonâs fault. Look at them. Listen to them. He called him Stevie. Heâs holding his hand. What the fuck are they doing? What happened to Steve? What happened to the king? Where did he go?
Did you hear?
King Steve and the Freak.
Steve ignores them all as he leans against Eddie in the cafeteria, laughing at something Gareth says. He ignores them all as Eddie laughs into his hair, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him closer, as Eddieâs fingers run across the side of his head, over his buzzed hair. He ignores them all as he throws a fry at Tommy, who catches it in his mouth and high-fives Gareth.
Because after school he gets to go home to Eddieâs trailer and kiss Eddieâs lips and cheeks and neck, and he gets to fall asleep to the sound of Eddieâs heartbeat. Nobody else gets that. Nobody else gets to see that. (Except Gareth and Tommy and Wayne on the occasions that Steve gets sleepy around them and leans against Eddie instinctively.)
They never confirm the rumours, even when Steveâs old friends corner him in the hallway with accusations of Satanism and rituals and Eddie brainwashing him. Weâre worried about you, man. What did he do to you? Steve just glares at them, almost sneering at the faux concern in their eyes, at their gentleness after he saw them trip a little freshman in the hallway this morning.
You guys are fucking idiots.
He pushes past them without a second glance, ignoring their increasingly angry Steve!s that turn into Harrington!s that make his blood run cold. He just goes to meet Eddie at his van and says, âWanna go home.â
When one of Steveâs old friends tells him, âMan, I donât even recognise you anymore,â Steve has to fight a smile off, and he takes a breath before he says lightly, âOkay.â
âOkay?â
âYeah.â
âThatâs all you have to say?â
Steve raises an eyebrow.
âWhat, am I in trouble?â
Drew scoffs.
âDude, whatâs going on with you?â he asks, gesturing vaguely at Steve, who seeths. âYouâre soâŠâ
âWhat?â Steve says coldly. âWeird?â
âYeah. Whatâs going on with you?â Drew says, shrugging a little bit, and Steveâs jaw twitches as he takes a breath.
âNothing,â he says evenly. âThere is nothing going on with me. You just hate that Iâm not exactly like you anymore.â
Drew scoffs.
âSo, what, youâre like them?â
âYes,â Steve says, his hands shaking. âIâm like them. And Iâd rather be like them, or anyone fucking else, than like you.â
âYouâre fucking pathetic, Steve.â
Steve nods, unblinking.
âI mean, youâŠâ Drew shakes his head in disappointment. âYou were the king, man. And then you started hanging out with Eddie fucking Munson.â
The sound of his name in Drewâs mouth makes Steve feel sick with anger.
âAnd everyoneâs trying to figure out what that fag did to you, butââ
Steve has him pinned to the wall before he can even process it, his fist tight on the front of Drewâs shirt, his heart pounding his chest. Drew is wide-eyed, startled, breathing hard as Steve speaks in a quiet, even voice.
âYou keep your fucking mouth shut about him,â he says softly. ââKay?â
Drew stares back at him, and he nods when Steve raises his eyebrows.
Steve shoves him against the wall harder before he releases him and leaves. Eddie is in the parking lot, leaning against his van, waiting for Steve when he comes out of the school, and even though there are still others standing around the parking lot, talking and laughing with their friends, Steve steps up close and wraps his arms around him tightly.
Eddie hugs him back even though heâs confused, tucking his face into Steveâs neck.
âWhatâs going on?â
Steve can feel the others eyeing them, but he doesnât care. No one can hear them murmuring to each other.
âI love you.â
âI love you too, honey.â
Steve pulls away after a few moments, standing in front of Eddie and hesitating.
âWhat happened?â Eddie asks softly, dropping his hands and pushing them into his pockets. Steve bites his lip, gazing at him.
âIâll tell you later,â he says quietly.
Eddie nods.
Steve hesitates for a second before he leans in, tilting his head, and he kisses Eddieâs cheek lightly, chastely.
Eddieâs face flushes pink, and he suppresses a smile, hearing a soft voice behind them say Did he justâŠ
âYou really donât give a shit, do you?â Eddie asks, amused, and Steve shakes his head.
âI am so tired of caring. âM done.â
Eddie tilts his head at him like heâs adorable, and then he reaches out and pulls at Steveâs hand.
ââS go home.â
Steve keeps his hand on Eddieâs thigh as they drive home, and at red lights, Eddie reaches over to run his fingers over the side of his head, dragging his fingertips over his buzzed hair in the way that always makes him close his eyes and sigh.
Rumours about the kiss spread around the school by the next morning.
Did you hear that Harrington kissed Munson?
What?
Yeah, they made out in the parking lot.
They didnât make out, Steve kissed his cheek.
I didnât know he was queer. I mean, I knew Munson was, but Steve HarringtonâŠ
Steve ignores the stares he gets in the hallway, the way theyâve intensified. Some are malicious, but thereâs a heavy ring on Steveâs index finger that could cause some damage if he had to throw a punch. When heâs asked about it (Are you queer? Are you with Munson?) he just stares at the questioner blankly until they leave. Eddie finds it hilarious every time.
Steve stays at Eddieâs more often than not. Wayne gets used to finding him in the kitchen in the morning, and the first time he ruffles his hair the way he does Eddieâs, Steve almost cries. (He and Steve take their coffee the same way, and they both tease Eddie for how much sugar he takes.)
The first time Steve hugs Wayne, itâs when he comes over to find one of his own paintings hanging on the wall above the sofa. Heâd given the painting to Eddie last time he was over.
Itâs a colourful, messy painting, the paint smooth and smudgy and almost smokey. He did it on his bedroom floor, kneeling on top of a blue tarp his father used to use to cover his car, his left hand clutching a bundle of paintbrushes, humming along to a mixtape Eddie made for him.
Steve had expected the painting to be in Eddieâs room, maybe resting against his mirror or propped against his windowsill, but itâs the first thing he sees when he walks into the trailer. Thereâs a hammer and nails still on the table.
âOh,â he says.
âIs it straight?â Wayne asks, stepping out of the kitchen and setting a mug down on the table, looking at the painting. âI tried to get it straight but I canât tell if I did it right. Eds is better with handy stuff like that.â
Eddie is at Hellfire. Steve came over anyway just because.
âIt looks good,â he says weakly. His voice cracks. Wayne looks at him.
âYou alright?â he asks gently. Heâs always gentle. Steve sometimes wonders if Eddieâs told him about him, about his parents, the drinking. But part of him also thinks itâs just how Wayne is. Always gentle, kind, slow and patient. Heâs always making tea.
âIâve, uhm.â Steve clears his throat, sniffling. âAll my paintings are on the floor in my closet,â he says, because he doesnât know how else to explain everything heâs feeling.
Wayne just looks at him.
âWell thatâs not where they belong, is it?â he says lightly after a moment, looking back at the painting. âYou wanna bring any more, I can get Eds to put them up straight on the walls. Bring some colour in here.â He doesnât see Steve squeeze his eyes shut. âHeâll probably make some joke about putting them up straight, though.â
Steve laughs wetly, nodding. He definitely would.
âYou alright?â Wayne asks again as Steve is wiping his face. Steve nods.
And then he canât stop himself from stepping over and hugging Wayne tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as Wayne hugs him back carefully. He takes a gasping breath, still trying not to cry, but Wayne rubs his back and murmurs a soft, âYouâre alright, son.â
And then heâs sobbing. Son. Heâs never been called that before. Wayne sways with him in his arms, rubbing his back, whispering to him, waiting until he pulls himself together.
âSorry,â Steve says weakly as he starts to pull away, but Wayne tsks at him, shaking his head and wiping his tears away with his warm, rough, callused hands.
âYou donât gotta apologise, Steve,â Wayne says gently. ââS alright to cry.â
When Eddie comes home, Wayne and Steve are both on the sofa watching a baseball game. Steve is wearing Eddieâs clothes, some black sweatpants and a heavy sweater that used to be Wayneâs, and Eddie pauses in the doorway just to look at them.
Steve drifts off as heâs listening to Eddieâs heartbeat. His eyes are closed, the baseball game turning into quiet white noise behind him, and as heâs starting to drift he hears Eddie say quietly, âWeâre gonna run away together someday.â
âAre you?â Wayne says. Steve can hear his smile in his voice. Eddieâs fingers run across his shaved hair.
âMhmm.â
âWhere to?â
âSteve says maybe San Francisco,â Eddie says, smiling. His voice is rumbling in his chest. âWeâll see.â
âSend me a postcard, will you?â
ââCourse. Weâll send you some of Stevieâs art.â
âThatâa be nice,â Wayne says. âWas talking to Steve about his painting. Said he can bring us more if he wants. Get some colour in here.â
âAll your damn mugs arenât enough colour for you?â Eddie teases.
âSteve likes the mugs.â
ââS true.â
Eddie is still playing with Steveâs hair, his fingertips so gentle itâs like a lullaby. That with his heartbeat against Steveâs cheek.
âI really love him, Uncle Wayne.â
âI can tell, Eds.â Wayne is quiet for a moment. âI love him, too.â
Eddie shifts, falling to the side a little bit, and Steve falls with him, nuzzling into his chest as he settles, his hands tucked under his chin, legs drawn up across Eddieâs lap. He knows without looking that Eddie is leaning against Wayne.
Steve sighs. Eddie kisses the top of his head, and when he speaks again, Steve is too tired to understand him. He doesnât try to, instead listening to the rumble of his voice, of Wayneâs voice when he responds. If he was awake enough, he would say it back. If he was awake enough, he would probably cry again. But Eddieâs fingertips are dragging through his hair, and his voice is smooth and low, and his heartbeat is steady, right against Steveâs face.
Steve falls asleep.
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#and then the epilogue#which will be up very soon considering its basically already done#im so conflicted#ill deal with my emotions later#steve harrington#steve harrington fanfic#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#steddie#steddie fanfic#steve x eddie#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#love me softly
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So Iâve been diagnosed with ADHD since I was a toddler but my dad grew up in the 70s and 80s and didnât get diagnosed until he was almost 50, let alone taking medication for it. Can you imagine the pure relief Eddie would feel the first time he took ADHD medication? For people who donât have it/have never experienced it, it truly is an insane feeling to suddenly have the ability to focus on things and finish thoughts coherently.
Imagine Eddie in his late 20s, maybe early 30s, itâs the 90s and Robin just got diagnosed and told him he should get tested. He gets tested, diagnosed and he starts trying out meds. He and Steve suffer through the process of finding the right medication and dosage but the moment it clicks? Eddie cleans the apartment and getâs caught up on all the paperwork he needed to do for weeks but kept pushing off. He found things he had misplaced months ago and set up a plan for the next day to keep being productive. Steve is at a loss for words and Eddie almost cries when he sees what he did, both because he finally has something that helps him do things, but also because he should have been able to get this as a kid. He starts advocating for testing your kids because he would have done so much better in school if he had someone or something to help his brain chemistry even out and function like a regular brain.
#i donât know what this is#mostly just me being grateful for Adderal because i just finished my homework in like 2 hours without stopping#most of this is based on my own and my dadâs experiences with ADHD and taking medications for it#this is also ignoring the shitty parts for the most part (I am very aware of the side effects)#i just think eddie would be so conflicted about finally having the meds to help him#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie
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steddie coded
#i feel like it's prrtty interchangable tbh#steve is lucy when eddie's practicing his guitar#eddie's lucy when steve's sorting tapes at work skshgsjfk#they're obsessed w each other and i love that about them#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#eddie x steve#eddie munson x steve harrington#eddie munson/steve harrington#steve harrington/eddie munson#steve/eddie#eddie/steve#steve harrington#eddie munson#also this is my first attempt at alt text for a comic#there were several conflicting resources on how to do it so if you have any notes please let me know!!#pubby posts
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Logical imperfection - Chapter 3 (Steddie Star Trek AU)
Chapter 3 is now live! In which Eddie is leading his first away mission, and we get to hint at S'tevan's Tragic BackstoryTM.
Eddie continued to fuss with the machine for several minutes before his anxiety and anger finally boiled over. âStupid hunk of junk!â He growled, kicking it in frustration. In response, the water purifier sputtered to life and kicked out a cloud of sand directly into Eddieâs face. Coughing, half blind, he flailed around wildly before losing his balance and falling flat on his ass. Truly the picture of a calm and collected senior officer. âI see your decade of experience in engineering has well prepared you for desert survival tactics.â Sâtevan commented dryly, leaning against some rocks a distance away. Eddie glared at his pointy-eared rival. Some security officer he was, letting his crewmates injure their bodies (and egos). But after months of jabs about how planetary missions were the only real work in Starfleet, Eddie didnât want to give Sâtevan the satisfaction.
Read the full chapter on Ao3!
#steddie#stranger things#steddie startrek au#In my notes this one was labeled as âconflict and S'tevan faces consequences for his slutty waysâ#tinawrites#steve harrington#eddie munson
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His Dungeon Master Throne
Author: LittlePine
Rating/Warning: Explicit
Chapter Count: 1/1
Description:
Searching for Dustin's lost wallet in the Drama room AKA Hellfire club room, Steve accidentally stumbles upon an unlikely couple as things get steamy. He can't do a lot but watch.
Uh oh.
Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, accidental voyeurism, smut, Steve is conflicted, it's so hot, but tender, Steve having an awakening? Maybe so, outside POV, one-shot, status: completed
#Alternate Universe- no vecna#accidental voyeurism#smut#Steve is conflicted#it's so hot#but tender#Steve having an awakening? Maybe so#outside POV#one-shot#status: completed#eddissy#eddie munson#eddie and chrissy#chrissy deserved better#eddie x chrissy#munningham#chreddie#hellcheer#stranger things#eddsy#chrissy cunningham
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Fools (Steddie)
First Part | Last Part | Next Part
Steveâs losing his mind. Not losing it, actuallyâitâs actively being stolen from him every second he spends with Eddie Munson.
At first, he considered it just⊠fooling around. Or a school girlâs crush. It had been easier, then, to talk himself out of saying stupid things, doing stupid thingsâbeing altogether that mushy, maudlin guy he starts being when he actually likes somebody.Â
Itâs getting harder and harder by the day. Maybe even by the hour.
âDude, thatâs the third time youâve tried to hand me back a tape without tagging it,â Robin says, incredulously, âWhereâs your head at?â
Whereâs his head at?Â
Swimming pools, living rooms, a little house on the hill, and childrenâs names. Thatâs where his headâs atâcreating asinine fantasies of the life he and Eddie might live someday in a world which does not even exist for them. He doesnât usually fall so quicklyâhe and Eddie arenât even really together. Hell, theyâve barely been fooling around two-weeks and heâs obsessing over a life with the guy.
Maybe Eddie doesnât even want that, but they havenât talked. They donât talk. Suddenly, something they used to do so easily has been replaced by constant, mind-numbing affection. Steve isnât complaining, but he aches to just talk about it.
Talk about the fact they spend every moment of free time together.
Talk about the fact it feels like fucking magic.
Talk about the fact Steveâs never liked someone this much, ever.
Talk about what the hell is going on.
But no, Steve is stuck in âwill they wonât theyâ limbo, wishing the guy who used to never shut up would just fucking say something.Â
âSteve?â
He snaps his attention back to Robin. He bites his lip, opens his mouth to say it, and closes it again. She stares at him expectantly, arms crossed over her chest.
âCan⊠you keep a secret?â
#short but effective for conflict#fanfiction#lgbtq#writer#gay#steddie#steve harrington#stranger things#eddie munson#fanfic#reader#conflict#robin buckley#family video#live laugh love#part three
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so I had this idea about Eddie being one of those people who sells spells on Etsy. heâs not a con artist and he doesnât overprice his spells and he doesnât offer anything he canât deliver, itâs mostly cleansing spells, spells for confidence, etc. he sends his clients a kit with simple instructions if they live faraway or for more complicated spells he will meet people in person. he offers anti-love spells too, but they have to be done in person.
Enter Steve, who has recently gone through a rough breakup with Nancy, and who in his desperation finds Eddieâs Etsy shop and contacts him for an anti-love spell to make himself fall out of love with her.
your post about witch Eddie made me think of this đ€
oh OH!!! this is doing WONDERS for my witch eddie brainrot brandi this is serious
steve contracts eddie for a spell but heâs not confident in his ability to perform it himself even with the kit. luckily, he notices eddie is based out of the same town as him so he asks if they can meet. eddie agrees, of course, and they meet up somewhere in town.
unfortunately for eddie, he gets a bit distracted by the pretty boy with pretty eyes and pretty hair and a pretty pretty smile. he doesnât notice until itâs too late that he messed up the spell. nothing seems immediately wrong though so he thinks heâs gotten off scott-free.
afterwards, he and steve hit it off and make plans to hang out soon. numbers are exchanged and they quickly become inseparable.
itâs only once eddie realizes heâs in love with him that he wakes up in a cold sweat and realizes his mistake.
in his distracted mindset casting steveâs anti-love spell, he accidentally cast the spell that didnât dull steveâs affection for nancy, but shift it. to him.
#something something eddie develops a guilt complex about it#thereâs conflict#and resolution#and they live happily ever after#witch eddie munson#steddie#gin writes#asks
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If you want to write smut then go for it. You donât have to include a seven paragraph âplotâ before it either. just saying
#i see yâall#some of you have no patience#make a plot#then have the weirdest conflict#just to have resolution within two paragraphs#then have them do the deed#TAKE YOUR TIME#just do a one off#or none at all#eddie munson#steve harrington#aemond targaryen#hotd#stranger things#fanfics#fics#smut#captain levi#sandor clegane
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support group for adult women who choose to be celibate but are apeshit feral for fictional characters
my inner whore is sobbing
#sheâs confused#sheâs conflicted#this is very specific to me and probably only me#Eddie munson#stranger things#joseph quinn#steve harrington#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#billy hargrove
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