#also yes I know Robin picked steve too but Dustin’s different

[nburkhardt]

Dustin is Steve’s favorite kid, favorite person really.

He doesn’t think anyone actually believes him when it’s known. Thinks it’s a joke, that Steve is messing with Dustin. But it really is true, Steve isn’t afraid to admit that ever.

Of all my thoughts last night while high, this was the only one I managed to keep. Which I fully believe by the way.

(this is also still true after he gets his platonic soulmate)

[acowardinmordor]

Risk and Reward

Steddie-adjacent. Tw: homophobia

I always love fics where Steve makes himself Eddie’s alibi while Eddie is still unconscious/in a coma. Knows that it will work because he knows in this town there is no way anyone would believe that Steve Harrington would come out if it wasn’t real. No one would believe it, because everyone knows that his parents are always gone, because his dad is in Congress railing against the gays and their depravity and how they deserve to die and burn.

Steve saying it. Signing an affidavit about it. Giving quotes to the ravenous press. It has to be true. And everyone who doesn’t think it’s disgusting think it’s the most romantic thing in the world.

The government was stepping in, all eyes were pointed at Munson, and he was going to be thrown in a cell for life. Or, to save the cost of the trial, he would have vanished somewhere between the hospital and the prison.

Steve coming out stops that. Airtight alibi, reinforced by the knowledge that there will be consequences.

Eddie is safe, and the government has changed tactics, is blaming dead Jason Carver for it all. Eddie wakes up six weeks later, shocked to wake up at all, and trusts his uncle enough to play along. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were dating the Harrington kid?’ Eddie knows how to tell a story that leaves space for a player to fill in their side. He tells stories about little moments and always describes things from his perspective. That way, if it contradicts the story that’s already out there, he can make a find quip about how he remembers it different.

When he finally gets a moment alone with his uncle, two days later, his guess gets confirmed. Wayne knows damn well that Eddie’s gayer than a maypole, and also knows that Eddie has called Steve his nemesis for years. Wayne knew from the second Steve said it that it was a lie, and knew it would work if it was believed.

The only thing confusing Eddie - well, the only thing in this tiny slice of his world - is why his fake boyfriend/no-longer-nemesis, isn’t in the hospital too, playing the part. If the guy was willing to say it at all, then he’d go all in. If there was one thing Eddie’d learned during those days, it was that Steve only ever did something at 100%

And yes, part of him feels terrible that Steve did this just to save him. He feels awful knowing that this is going to ruin a chance for a normal life. Wayne said the Indianapolis paper picked up a story about it. But at the same time, he’s so fucking grateful. Steve saved him. Again. And now, at least for a while, they’ll need to keep up the story. He’ll get to hang out with him, pretend they’re dating, stand close and cuddle closer. He also feels bad about how excited he is for that chance.

It’s the next morning when Eddie realizes his uncle dodged every question about why Steve wasn’t here. Wayne dodged almost every question after explaining what happened with Steve and the press and the Feds in the first weeks. Then, nothing.

The party visits him that afternoon, a veneer of joy stretched thin over something worse. Eddie’s first guess is that Red didn’t make it. But he hears her a moment later, complaining about ‘these stupid casts slowing me down’. The kids aren’t as good at dodging as Wayne is. Eddie gets the story quickly, such as it is.

The Harringtons came home from DC, gave a few speeches in praise of law enforcement against a serial killer. They visited the families of those that died.

They sent an assistant to find Steve in the hospital to deliver a message. No one else heard it, but the best guess is that it was a threat. Steve went with the assistant. They haven’t seen him since. When Dustin confronted the Harringtons at their last event in town, all they’d say was that ‘our son is getting the best help, and we love him dearly’

Eddie looks at Robin when he hears that for what it is. She drops the kids back home and begs a sympathetic nurse to let her talk to Eddie past visiting hours.

“It’s been a month since he vanished”

“Where?”

“We don’t know, we tried, even Hopper - he’s not dead - couldn’t find him. And this guy named Murray. We don’t know.”

“But…. ‘The best help’. You know that means…”

“I know”

“He’s, Christ, Buckley, he’s straight. Ladykiller. He’s straight and they sent him to some—“

“Yeah, but Eddie… I don’t know if I should… I guess, not that it matters now, and he never said anything, but he’s my best friend. He’s my soulmate. I know him and I think… if his dad wasn’t like he is… if he’d ever felt safe saying so… he knew they’d be furious when he came forward as your alibi, but he told me they’d just disown him, and it would be over. He was scared, but he was okay with what he thought was going to happen”

“I thought he hates me”

“He kinda did”

“Not anymore?”

“No.” There’s a pause where they both think about where Steve might be right now.

“Maybe he hates me again now.”

“I don’t think he would, but…”

And Eddie thinks how weird it is to see spastic Robin Buckley, who rambled in the Upside Down and always had more energy that she could contain, acting so subdued. No. So broken.

They both heard the Harringtons’ speeches and ads when he ran for office. They know what the man thinks about people like them. They both heard stories about what the places are like, where someone can go to ‘get help’

“Do you think I’ll ever get to thank him?”

“No.”

“Do you think we’ll ever see him again? You and the kids at least?”

She’s quiet for a long time, before she picks up her bag.

“If he ever gets to leave wherever they put him, and we ever see him, I don’t think he’ll be the person we knew anymore.”

[steddietogo]

Steddie grammys au part 2

Part 1

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Steve is texting Eddie Munson via the private message function on instagram. Because that's just the kinda shit that happens to him now. One day he's at the Grammys doing his job and the next, the lead guitarist/lyricist of a famous rock band is following his instagram account (Dustin and Robin had lost their collective minds) which is full of dorky pictures of him with a group of high schoolers, his cat and Robin. And that one picture of Robin and him at pride, posing with a lesbian and pansexual pride flag respectively.

His follower count has also gone up by couple extra thousands and there are a couple DMs from people he's never heard of, saying some unsavoury things about him. It's all very intense and dramatic. Needless to say, his account is private now.

The thing is, Steve has been flirted with during interviews before, he's a good looking guy and he knows it. It's just never happened with an international rockstar before—then immediately went viral for the entire world to see.

Didn't peg you as a cat person Stevie

Then there is the other thing. Eddie Munson flirting with him in his DMs. Which kinda sorta makes him forget how to be a person. Steve Harrington is nothing if not a people person, always knows the right thing to say. But with Eddie he barely just manages, no sign of the alleged lover boy he had been in his high school years. Eighteen year old Steve would cry if he could see the bland ass conversation he's having about his cat of all things.

I'm not

He just barged into my house one day and refused to leave

Eddie is hot, and rich and famous. Did he mention hot, because he is. Painfully so. Steve will never forget his all black ensemble at the Grammys where he had been standing a foot away from Steve in his bejewelled suit jacket with nothing underneath it.

Point is, Eddie is intimidating. He seems so far away with his rockstar status and the hoards of fans worshipping him like he's their god. What could Eddie Munson possibly want from Steve Harrington?

Would you like to get dinner sometime?

Eddie's latest text is staring up at him like its going to jump out of his phone and attack him. Its too late to ditch and run, Eddie knows Steve has seen it so he needs to come up with a response. Soon. So Steve does the only reasonable thing and barges into Robin's room at ass o'clock in the morning.

"Say yes Dingus!" Robin says, after kicking him in the shin for waking her up.

"But—" she silences him with another well placed kick.

"Listen, no one who just wants to bang you asks you about the shitty retail job you had in high school, Steven. Even if he only wants to sleep with you, you're gonna get a fun night out of it and like bragging rights or something," He supposes she’s right. Eddie did seem very interested in Steve’s personal life. He really did hope it is a date though. If only he has the balls to actually ask him.

"I'd be so jealous of you right now if I liked men, so get out of your head and go have some fun. Now get the fuck out and let me sleep,"

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Eddie picks an upscale rooftop bar with private seating and a breathtaking view. He's there sitting at the booth half an hour before their scheduled meet up time out of nerves.

Eddie sometimes hates that his public image takes precedence when people meet him. The truth is that he is a little bit of a loner. Never got the point of physical intimacy without a connection no matter how much people tend to think he's the type of person to have a different person warming his bed each night.

It makes dating so hard when the perception of Eddie the rockstar doesn't line up with who Eddie the person really is. Eddie rarely even takes the first step anymore. It took the combined ragging of his entire band for him to even gather the courage to message Steve.

"Hey," a voice greets him from behind.

Steve is here. And Steve is an enigma. An ex high school jock who used to babysit a bunch of middle schoolers. He's so full of delicious contradictions and dry humor and it's impossible not to like him the more he learns about him.

But there’s still the question of what Steve expects of him that Eddie dreads a little. Above all, Eddie just wants Steve to like Eddie the person so badly.

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“A fire extinguisher,” Eddie’s eyebrows are somewhere up in his bangs.

“Yep,”

“Against an armed robber,”

“I swear I had grey hairs at seventeen because of those kids,” Steve knows how sappy and fond his voice sounds when he talks about the kids. It’s never been something he could help.

The night’s been going a lot better that Steve had expected. Eddie is funny, and dramatic and it’s hard not to feel giddy from the attention he utterly devotes to Steve. They have a nice dinner, and exchange stores over drinks and it’s feels like a real date. Steve can practically hear Robin in his head telling him to stop being such a dingus and overthinking everything.

They go quite for a second, Eddie suspiciously focused on his drink when Steve feels his boot nudge against his shoe. Steve nudges back and soon instigates a game of footsie neither of them acknowledge above the table. It ends with Eddie’s foot trapped between Steve’s ankles and a faint rise of colour in his cheeks as he takes a comically large gulp from his drink. It’s just adorable.

"Can I kiss you?" The words are out of Steve’s mouth before he even realises it. Before he could beat himself up about it, Eddie turns a slightly worrying shade of crimson but he's nodding and thats all Steve needs before he is leaning over the table.

It's nice, it's really fucking sweet and not at all how he had expected Eddie to kiss, but Steve is quickly learning that nothing about Eddie is what it seems like. The kiss is all soft presses of their lips, wet, languid slides of tongue at the seams of his mouth. Steve feels a little dizzy when he pulls away and drops back into his seat, happy grins mirrored in both their faces.

———

Its a couple months after that when Eddie starts trending again. He posts a picture taken by Gareth, post show as he lays on top of Steve on the couch. Steve has his arms around him, lips pressed to his gross, sweaty hair.

Caption says: Happy birthday to my sweetheart <3

———

[ladykailitha]

If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 17

Allison isn’t in this one much, and next chapter we say goodbye to her because she was starting to take up the narrative space that was meant for Eddie. And while I’ll miss her as much as everyone else, it is a Steve/Eddie fic and not Steve+Allison fic. Maybe after this is done, I’ll do a little one-shot with featuring her.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

***

Steve was worried. Yes, yes, he was aware that was normal. But this was introducing his kids to his mom. He didn’t know if he should introduce them in batches or all at once.

Dustin took the decision out of his hands when he decided to show up at Eddie’s unannounced when his mom was there.

Eddie, Robin, Wayne, Allison and Steve had their heads over the real estate section of the newspaper.

Allison pointed to one. “This one is in Loch Nora. Four bedroom, three and half bath with an Olympic style pool.”

“What the hell is a half a bath?” Robin asked as she leaned over Allison’s shoulder.

There was a knock on the door and Eddie went to answer it while Allison explained what it was.

Dustin smiled up at him. “You know it’s great having you and Wayne in the neighborhood. It makes it easier to check up on you and Steve.”

Eddie sighed. “We’re busy, what do you want?”

Dustin was about to say when he heard Robin laugh. “Robin’s here, too?” Then he just barreled past Eddie to beeline straight for the kitchen.

He stopped short and cocked his head. “And who the hell are you?”

“Language!” Steve barked. “And you don’t get to talk to guests in someone else’s house like that.”

Eddie came up behind Dustin and knocked off his hat. “Yeah, butthead. She’s a guest in my house, you treat her with respect.”

“Come on, Eddie,” Dustin whined as he gathered his hat back up and put it on his head. “I was just surprised is all.”

Steve grinned. “Mom, this is Dustin Henderson. He’s the one I was telling you about that Eddie and I co-parent.”

Dustin’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “Mom?!”

“Dusty this is my mom, Allison Harrington,” Steve continued as if he hadn’t said anything.

Allison smiled. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Steven has told me all about you. Did you really build a radio tower all by yourself?”

Dustin’s face lit up and he started talking a mile a minute. Allison seemed to take it all in stride as she nodded along and asked questions at the appropriate times.

After he was done explaining he turned to Steve. “Are you sure she’s your mother? But she is super smart.”

Eddie knocked his hat off again. “Behave.”

Allison also frowned. “As a wise man once said, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it will think itself stupid. My Steven has different strengths. And let’s not forget that the original NASA astronauts weren’t scientists and scholars but test pilots. Meathead jocks with an adrenaline addiction and little regard for their own safety.”

Dustin blinked. “Oh. That does sound like Steve.” He bent to pick his hat up again and adjusted it so it wouldn’t get knocked off as easily.

“What do you want, Genius Child?” Robin asked. “You came over for a reason. What was it?”

Dustin looked down at his feet and mumbled. “I haven’t got to spend much time with Steve since he moved out of his parents’ house...”

Steve’s shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry, bud. Come here.”

Dustin shuffled over to him and let Steve wrap his arms around him. He put his head on Steve’s chest and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“For what?” Steve asked. “For wanting to hang out with me? Don’t be. I’ve just been super busy with work and volunteering and trying to find a place to live...and you’ve been in school. So it was just a matter of us missing each other, okay?”

Dustin nodded.

Allison cleared her throat. “Why don’t Robin and I scope out the place in Loch Nora and meet back here in a couple of hours? That way Dustin can hang out with Eddie and Steven. And Robin and I will come back let you know if it’s worth looking at? How does that sound?”

Steve pulled away from Dustin to look at him. “That sound good, bud?”

Dustin nodded.

Allison gathered up the newspaper and her keys, Robin following behind as they walked to the door. They said goodbye to everyone.

Wayne looked up at the clock. “Looks like it’s about time for me to get ready for work. You boys take care, all right?”

Eddie, Dustin and Steve all nodded.

“So what did you want to do, butthead?” Eddie asked, his hands on his lower back.

Dustin pulled off his backpack with a smile. “So I was thinking that we could build Steve a D&D character.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “You know I’m not going to play, so why make me a character?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Not like that. You as a D&D character. I figured with you and Eddie helping I could show you how badass your are.”

Steve frowned. “You think I’m badass?”

“Of course!” Dustin said. “And don’t think I hadn’t noticed that the clothes you’ve been wearing isn’t your normal style.”

Eddie scoffed. “Only after I told you.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Yes, and after you brought up, I began to notice it myself.”

Steve frowned at both of them. “I wear my regular clothes.”

Eddie wagged his finger back and forth and tsked. “Not true, my Stevie. The outfits you’ve worn lately have been longer in the sleeve and always collared. You haven’t worn a sweater or t-shirt since Vecna.”

“And you always wear an undershirt,” Dustin said. “Something you would only do if the shirt you were wearing was loose, like your Scoops Ahoy uniform.”

Steve gulped.

“Even when we went to Indy, you seemed to melt into the background,” Eddie said. “Something that I know isn’t you.”

Steve looked at the ground and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

“I noticed, big boy,” Eddie said. “It’s bothering you, isn’t it? The road rash? It hurts?”

Steve nodded. “My mom got mad at the doctor for not giving me something for the itch at the very least. But by that point it was already starting to flake off. It’ll scar because they didn’t do anything about it.” He sighed. “I–I know I shouldn’t care. They’re proof I survived, but...” his voice cracked.

“What are you afraid of?” Dustin sneered. “That your good looks are gone now?”

When Steve didn’t say anything Eddie thumped Dustin on the head.

“Ow!” he protested. “What was that for?”

“That’s exactly what the problem is, you dumbass,” Eddie said. “And that’s what I was trying to indicate with his sudden change of style.”

“I just don’t understand what the big deal is,” Dustin said. “He’s been a badass for years. He doesn’t need his good looks when he’s got a nail bat. That’s why I wanted to make the D&D character to show him is strengths. So he can see on paper how cool he is.”

Steve and Eddie looked at each other in amazement.

“Oh,” Steve said softly.

“I wasn’t trying to be an ass,” Dustin whined. “I just don’t get why it upset him so much.”

“Because I know my reputation, okay,” Steve said through gritted teeth. “Dumb Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. A pretty face with the charm to match. King Steve the Jock, who’s toned and hot. Good looks and an empty head. Great to go to for beauty and dating advice, but not much else. I know! Okay?”

Dustin opened his mouth to argue, but stopped. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“It’s not like you kids do anything to dispel that image,” Eddie said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down. “Because when I ask questions no one tells me that I’m an adult and shouldn’t have to be told everything.” He raised an eyebrow at Dustin.

Dustin’s jaw dropped. “Oh shit.”

“I appreciate you wanting to show Steve his strengths in a very tangible way, I do,” Eddie said. “But if you really want Steve to feel better about himself, try starting with dialing back on the insults.”

Eddie pushed his fingers into his eye as tamped down on his rising temper. “That was something I didn’t understand. I was talking to Steve telling him how much everyone talked him up. Lucas, you, and even Mike. All ranted and raved about how awesome Steve was. But he didn’t believe me!” Steve looked up and bit his bottom lip, fighting back the tears.

Eddie straightened up and walked toward Dustin, putting himself between Steve and him. “But the second I saw you kids with Steve, I got it. And none of the older siblings get the absolute shit Steve does. Not even Lucas and he’s got Erica as a younger sister.”

Dustin stared up at Eddie, tearing up. “I didn’t realize it had gotten so bad. I’m sorry, Steve.”

“We can do the character sheet if you want,” Steve said, “but yeah, what he said.” He pointed to Eddie. “You and I give each other shit as brothers but seriously Eddie and I couldn’t figure out why you wanted to hang out with us when all you talked about was how cool the other guy was.”

Dustin shuffled his feet and blushed. “I wanted you guys to be friends at the very least. I thought if I kept saying how awesome you guys were that you’d want to meet. It never occurred to me that you might get jealous of each other.”

Eddie tilted his head forward and the side. “Uh, dude...I know the rest of that was important and very sweet, but what did you mean by ‘at the very least’?”

Dustin just continued to look at his feet, scuffing the kitchen tile with the side of his sneaker.

“Dusty?” Steve asked. “You can tell us, we won’t be mad. I promise.” He looked over at Eddie who nodded.

“No judgment, bud,” Eddie agreed. “But you’ve got to tell us.”

Dustin let out a dramatic sigh. “I kept trying to set Robin and Steve up, but they kept saying that they were incompatible and just strictly Platonic with a capital P.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve who half shrugged. “It is what it is.”  

“So, anyways,” Dustin continued. “I figured maybe it was because Steve was secretly gay and that’s why he kept striking out with girls. And I knew Eddie was so...”

Eddie doubled over with laughter as Steve placed his hands on his hips and looked up the ceiling, pursing his lips and trying not to laugh, too.

“You were trying to set us up?” Eddie asked between gasps of laughter.

“It only sounds stupid when you say it like that,” Dustin grumbled.

Eddie and Steve shared a glance.

“Should we tell him?” Steve asked.

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I don’t know, he does already have an over-inflated ego as it is. This might tip it over into epic mode.”

Steve tapped his lips. “That’s certainly true. But he’ll find out eventually and he’ll be upset we didn’t tell him when we had the chance.”

Eddie stopped giggling and sighed. “That’s certainly true. And for all his faults, we do love the little butthead.”

“That we do,” Steve said solemnly.

“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on?” Dustin asked, his head swimming with the possibilities of what they could be talking about.

Eddie grinned and walked over to Steve. Steve blushed as he realized what he was going to do.

Eddie wrapped one arm around Steve, the other hand reaching up to cup his cheek fondly. Then he pressed their lips together in a slow, searing, beautiful kiss.

Dustin began jumping up and down squealing with barely contained joy. “Oh my god! This is awesome!”

Steve broke away from the kiss and Dustin could see that he was completely red.

“How long?” he asked excitedly.

Steve buried his head in Eddie’s shoulder to hide his rising embarrassment.

Eddie licked his lips. “Since Indy.”

“Steve, you smooth motherfucker,” Dustin cooed. “Did you take him to the concert to woo Eddie?”

When Eddie just laughed and Steve buried his head further into Eddie’s neck, Dustin gasped.

He playfully pushed at Steve. “You could have said, asshole! I wouldn’t have pushed so hard to do something nice for Eddie, too. I would have done my own thing, dumbass.”

Steve lifted his head up and blinked at Dustin. “Really?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Yes!” He threw his arms in the air. “Of course I would have. Plus, now that I know that you like Eddie back, I wouldn’t have tried to get you to give back the vest because it would be a really shit thing to do as if Eddie gave it to you, it would have been a declaration of his feelings for you.”

Eddie blinked at Dustin whose mouth had been running at a mile a minute. Steve on the other hand blushed deep.

“It’s a good thing I talked to Jeff and got skinny on that before I did something that stupid,” Steve acknowledged. “So I made him one to give back to him.”

Dustin giggled again and started hopping up and down.

“Dude!” Steve said, hands on his hips. “You’re going re-injure your ankle if you keep that up.”

“I don’t care!” Dustin squealed. “This is so freaking awesome. Can I see it? The vest I mean. You don’t have to because it’s personal, but yeah...”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah you can see it.” He went to go grab it.

Dustin immediately threw his arms around Steve. “This is so amazing. I’m so happy that you guys are a couple. And I completely understand you not telling me. Shit must be so scary for you guys.”

Steve nodded and hugged Dustin back.

“So do a lot of people know?” he asked, shyly. But Steve heard the real question of ‘Am I the last to know?’

Steve shook his head. “Wayne was the first to know.”

Dustin took a step back. “Makes sense.”

“Then Robin,” Steve continued.

“Best friend privileges,” Dustin agreed. “Well best friend your age anyway.”

Steve ruffled his hair. “Absolutely. I don’t have a secret handshake with just anyone.”

“You better not!” Dustin said mock seriously.

“Um...” Steve said. “Jeff was the next to know.”

Dustin nodded again. “You mentioned you talked to him about the battle vest, make sense that he understand the meaning behind, too.”

“Nancy...” Steve said with a grimace.

Dustin exploded. “What?!”

“She figured it out on her own,” Steve said. “They don’t call her Nancy Drew for nothing, after all. Plus, I’ll admit to panicking the day we went to Indy.”

Dustin narrowed his eyes. “Which meant Robin was panicking.”

“Yep,” Steve said. “So we called her in to help make sure I didn’t forget anything.”

“So far so good,” Dustin admitted. “Anyone else?”

“Just one,” Steve said, he licked his lips and looked down at the floor.

“Who?” Dustin asked, frowning a little.

“Will,” Eddie said from the doorway.

Dustin turned to see Eddie in the vest, leaning up against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Dustin’s brain was warring between the information that Will knew before he did and how metal Eddie’s new vest looked. His lizard brain went for the shiny.

“That looks so cool!” he shrieked.

Eddie walked into the kitchen and did a slow turn to show off the whole vest.

“A Corroded Coffin t-shirt?” Dustin cried. “That’s freaking awesome! And Steve did all of it?”

“Yup,” Steve said, grateful that Dustin focused on the vest and not why Will knew before him. He didn’t out Robin and he sure the hell wasn’t going to out Will, either. “Jeff, Gareth, and Brian all showed me the different pins and patches all meant. And then showed me how to sew them on.”

“Brian likes you better now,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

Steve huffed out a laugh. “I’ll bet he does. With all the swag you brought home. I bet he wishes he was nicer to me before we left so I could get Ozzy’s signature for him.”

“Let’s get making up that character sheet,” Eddie said, “shall we?”

Dustin lit up again and his attention was taken off the vest and Will. Both Eddie and Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

***

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[tinkerbclla]

caught red handed showing feelings

Steve pretended to hate gossip. He rolled his eyes and scoffed whenever the girls got started — and boy, with Robin and Nancy together, did they get started — but he always found himself listening in. He couldn’t help it.

Besides, his childhood nanny practically raised him on gossip, teaching him how to listen to the conversations around him without making it glaringly obvious.

“You know, I heard that Eddie’s been sleeping with Jenny Nicholson,” Robin whispered conspiratorially to Nancy, leaning over to where she sat to keep the younger girls from overhearing.

Steve had been invited to girls’ nights since the beginning, since he’d offered to pick up Max, El and Erica and drop them on Nancy’s doorstep so that she could “set up”, whatever that meant.

He later learnt that it meant organising snacks and pampering supplies. And hey, Steve was secure enough in his masculinity to enjoy a face mask every once in a while.

Or once a week.

Steve couldn’t hold back his scoff at the topic this week, wondering if it counted as gossip if it was simply untrue.

Robin and Nancy whipped their heads around to Steve, pulling apart where they had been leaning just a little too close together to be considered friendly. Nancy raised a single eyebrow at him, inviting Steve to elaborate.

“Come on,” Steve scooted closer to the girls now, done with pretending that he hadn’t been listening intently to begin with. “He’d never go out with someone like Jenny Nicholson.”

The way that Steve said her name conveyed enough of his reasons, or he’d hoped so, until Robin turned to him and asked, “Why not?” with an eyebrow raised in a mirror of Nancy’s expression.

“She’s — she’s—” Steve floundered for the reason, he knew there was a reason. He just needed to find it.

“Yes?” Robin was smirking now. 

“She’s too preppy,” He started with. “He wouldn’t like that. She listens to the wrong music. And she doesn’t even play the little nerd game of his. Or read the books he likes!”

“And you care because…” Robin pushed. 

“I don’t care!” Steve insisted, raising his hands in his defence. His raised voice earned a judgemental look from Erica, who quickly went back to painting Max’s nails, El braiding her hair. He realised how guilty that made him look, and what did he have to be guilty for, really? He didn’t care, but Eddie was his friend, and he knew what he liked, and –

“Steve…” Nancy started, finally doing more than just watch the chaos unfold.

Steve crossed his arms, “I don’t.”

Robin’s expression shifted from mocking to outright mischievous; Steve held his breath.

“And does this happen to have anything to do with the copy of Lord of the Rings beside your bed,” she tilted her head as she talked, her smirk only growing. Steve didn’t think it was possible for a smile to be that big. “The one that has Property of Eddie Munson scrawled on the inside cover?”

Steve tried to swallow around the lump in his throat, but choked instead. Why was his throat closing up right now? 

“I see,” Nancy mused. “And would this also be why you suddenly stick around to watch the guys play Dungeons and Dragons?”

If Steve had known this was what they’d be like together, he wouldn’t have told Robin he was okay with her crush on his ex-girlfriend. He was going to have to rescind his blessing.

Except for the fact that they weren’t entirely wrong. This was the first time he’d put so much effort into learning someone’s likes and dislikes since Nancy, since he’d gone out of his way to integrate himself into their hobbies.

And sure, Nancy’s hobbies at the time mostly involved studying, which helped him too, but still.

He’d never paid attention to this stuff before. Not even for Dustin. And Dustin’s the kid brother he never had. 

What made Eddie so different?

Deep down, he knew.

It was too much. Too much to take in and inspect and assess on what was supposed to be a relaxing Sunday evening. He felt it when his heart started to race, when his breaths became more shallow. 

Robin placed a hand on his arm, instantly soothing him, even in the midst of the biggest crisis of Steve’s life.

“You know Eddie’s gay, right?” she asked, her voice much softer and full of sincerity.

“He – what?” Steve frowned, keeping his eyes on the floor. “No. He’s – no.”

“He clocked me right away,” Robin insisted. “I’m so bad at knowing who’s gay or not, but apparently Eddie is great at it.”

Steve took a moment to think over that, to think what it might mean for his current realisation. He didn’t speak for what felt like forever, words and epiphanies flying around his mind.

“Steve?” Robin broke through his haze softly, concerned eyes boring into him.

“Mhmm?”

“You should talk to him.”

***

Crossposted to AO3 here

I may write a part two...

[skepsiss]

For me, it felt like Steve had a critical lack of healthy, male friendship in his life. Him and Dustin are close and he adores him (and Dustin thinks he is super cool) but the dynamic is slightly off because Dustin is much younger than Steve. They have a big brother/little brother relationship with all its arguing and frustration wrapped around love that a lot of sibling relationships have and they both are only children. They don't have siblings and let's face it, it sounds like Steve's dad is rather absent (my personal HC is that Steve's mom is a wino alcoholic, but she's kinda got the big sads and not the aggression. So Steve was pushed into a caregiver role for her at a young age. Loves his mom dearly, but is sort of the 'sudo-man of the house' for her since his Dad is MAI a lot. She was/is a trophy wife and she's getting older so the 'value' that has been assigned to her is disappearing. She has a lot of healing to do, but is very in love with Steve's dad even though he's a bad guy). So both Steve and Dustin have this scene of being "their mother's caregivers" in one way or another and are only kids so to provide a relationship for one another in a brother-brother way is massive!

Anyways, Eddie adopted every weird/feral/eccentric/ nerd he can find because he wishes he had that as a younger kid/teen. And Dustin is this incredibly rare breed where he does get bullied but he is also wildly confident. And I think that confidence is do in part because of his relationship with Steve. Steve and Dustin both give each other a different kind of confidence. So for Eddie to see a kid that by all accounts should be fearful like every other nerd he meets, Dustin isn't that, so Eddie's usual tact of "making the baby nerds confident" isn't required so they just become pals! I don't really see Steve and Eddie being jealous of one another, but they are both providing very different experiences/benefits to Dustin (and the other nerds too), so it's almost like... sussing each other out to make sure that the other's intentions with "their nerds" are genuine and good.

I think that quickly falters because Eddie is given extreme, blatant evidence that Steve is a good guy and will do anything for these kids once they get into the Upside Down. That's why they fall so easily into bickering about Dustin, almost like 2 moms picking their toddler up from Daycare ("oh does he do this?" "Yes, mine too").

SO, shipping them became so GD easy for me. Not only are they a fun trope of Prep x Nerd/Rebel, they're also both bitches 😂 like, the level of pettiness both these boys have for anyone and everything creates such a rich dynamic. Doubly so when you look harder at them both and how they've both had a critical lack of love and affection on their lives (providing for others instead of themselves. Whether that is taking a nerd under their wing or having to be responsible at home taking care of a parent, paying bills, or otherwise. Wayne is great, but Eddie def had to grow up quick to help handle stuff around the trailer). Plus, I genuinely think they fit together well. They fill in each other's gaps in a lot of ways.

Steve is more practical, responsible and organized with a lot of things (not to an extreme, but he was in the Key Club in cannon which is all about volunteering around your community and entrepreneurship so Steve for sure knows how to open a bank account and how to do his taxes lol) plus he's getting more mature as he befriends Robin and does more adult things. Eddie is creative and thinks outside the box which pushes Steve to be less conservative while Steve provides a good foundation for Eddie's obvious ADHD to bounce off of.

Anyways, rambles. Enjoy my essay. Lol.

Reading your notes on your last post. Saaaaaaammmeee tho. Didn't ship Steve with anyone until S4. Just accepted the cannon stuff as background noise but then Eddie and..... yeah.

Right!? And same! I watched ST because I like the show. Not enough to join the fandom about it, but enough to get excited for a new season.

But then Eddie. Whom I love Eddie SO MUCH

There's just something about Steve and Eddie's shared jealousy of Dustin's affection that altered my brain chemistry honestly. I didn't start to ship them until their walk in the upside down, where Eddie confirmed that Dustin talks about Steve. (A lot apparently).

Then i was like Oh! Both these boys just want Dustin to be their bestie. THEN the 'dontcha big boy' scene happened and I was like. I ship it. I want these boys to realize they can both have Dustin in their lives and also each other.

[metalhoops]

Steve didn’t know how to show people he cared about them. It wasn’t something he’d learnt growing up in a household with absentee parents and later, emotionally distant friends. So when he finally got to a place where he was ready to try and show others what they meant to him, he didn’t know where to start.

Steve had craved physical touch for as long as he could remember. Something as simple as tousling Dustin’s hair or letting Robin hug him was hard, despite how much he enjoyed it. So he started with something simpler. He made sure the people he loved had their needs met.

Whenever someone needed a place to spend the night, he’d offer up the Harrington household. He’d drive them wherever they wanted to go, no matter what the time of day. He also made sure they were taking care of themselves.

When Eddie somehow weaselled his way into the list of people he loved, he knew he was in way over his head. 

Eddie was lucky to eat three homemade meals a week, let alone a day which set Steve’s teeth on edge. He’d already gotten into the habit of stocking his pantry full of things the kids liked for when they came over and halving his meal-prepped lunches for himself and Robin to share on break.

Steve started simple. When he dropped Robin off to school, or Dustin off to Hellfire, he’d send them with an extra sandwich or a Tupperware container filled with baked goods or last night’s leftovers for Eddie. It felt less personal if it went through a third party. At first, Eddie had looked at Robin and Dustin like they’d grown a third head, but he always accepted. Eddie wasn’t used to saying thanks, Steve didn’t want him to. So when they were together, they didn’t talk about it.

The notes came later. They weren’t anything special. Steve would slip in a post-it note with the meal offering. They started out mundane, ‘have a good day’, ‘don’t let Dustin stay out too late this time’, ‘you want to smoke out back once the kids are gone?’ But time and Eddie’s inability to acknowledge them beyond a smile or nod made Steve grow a little bolder. 

One night, Steve picked the kids up from Hellfire. Eddie had waved at Steve from the back of Hawkins High. His arms half hugged around himself fighting off the cold in nothing but ripped jeans and a tee-shirt. The next morning, Steve sent Robin to school with one of his old leather jackets. It was the most ‘Eddie’ thing he owned. 

Eddie hesitated in taking it from Robin. Food was one thing. A tan leather jacket, admittedly not quite Eddie’s style, was another thing entirely. Robin levelled him with a look to let him know not accepting the gift wasn’t an option. He shrugged the jacket on finding a note in the pocket.  ‘I owe you a jacket’. Eddie spent the rest of the day grinning like an idiot. 

That grin turned into a full-blown smile the next Hellfire when Dustin showed up with a container of frozen spaghetti, yes actual spaghetti and not SpaghettiOs, with a new post-it note attached to the top. ‘You looked nice today’. It proclaimed. Dustin looked at the note with a screwed-up nose. 

“You two are disgusting,” He proclaimed before bugging Eddie about their campaign. 

He can’t keep ignoring Steve. He doesn’t mean to ignore Steve. He just doesn’t know what to say. He still wasn’t sure how he’d managed to become friends with Steve Harrington. He didn’t know what to do with Steve being nice to him. He wasn’t used to people looking out for him, sure there was Uncle Wayne, but they were family. Steve was something different. 

“Hey Dustin,” Eddie called as the kids were leaving. 

“Tell Steve he always looks nice.” 

Dustin looked at him like he’d just asked the kid to stick his hand in a mimic’s mouth. 

“No way I’m passing that on,” He shot back. 

Thankfully, Hellfire’s newest member Will the Wise, was there to save the day.

“I’ll pass it on,” Will confirmed. It was Mike’s turn to look disgusted. 

The ride back from Hellfire that night was tension filled in a way Steve couldn’t comprehend. The kids had loaded into his backseat with tight lips and pinched faces. For once, Will took Dustin’s spot in the front seat, more astoundingly Dustin didn’t complain. 

“What the hell is going on with you guys tonight?” Steve asked when no explanation presented itself.  

“Eddie said you always look nice,” Will remarked as Dustin fake gagged. 

Steve jerked his head so quickly in Will’s direction the car veered onto the rumble strip. 

“He did?” Steve asked smoothing his hair back off his face.

“Can you two flirt without a third-party involved and put us all out of our misery?” Dustin groaned, kicking Steve’s seat and setting his cheeks aflame as he once more veered dangerously close to the edge of the road while trying to get a better look at Henderson. 

“Wait Steve and Eddie are flirting, gross” Mike spoke, his nose wrinkled in repulsion. 

Steve watched Will stiffen in the front seat and that was enough to set all his walls of internalised homophobia crashing down because there was no way in hell someone was going to make one of his kids uncomfortable, even if it was another one of his kids. 

“There’s nothing wrong with liking another guy. It’s just the way some people are... The way I am.” Will shot Steve a thankful half smile while Mike choked on his own tongue. 

“I didn’t mean gross because you’re both guys. Eddie’s cool and you’re lame. It’s gross he likes you.” You weren’t meant to have favourite kids, but Steve could say Mike was his least favourite.

“So you do like Eddie,” Dustin shot triumphantly. 

Steve wouldn’t be hearing the end of it anytime soon. 

The last note Steve would give Eddie was hand delivered by Dustin, much to his chagrin. Asking Eddie to meet him at Benny’s Diner during Steve’s lunch break. To Steve’s surprise, Eddie showed. He plonked down in the diner booth across from Steve and levelled the man under one of his intense stares. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie questioned, giving Steve a conspiratorial smirk. Surely Eddie knew, right? If the others had worked it out, surely Eddie knew. 

“Couldn’t be bothered to cook last night,” Steve admitted and watched Eddie’s face fall. He imagined Robin, back when the two worked at Scoops Ahoy, deftly adding a tally to Steve’s ‘You Suck’, column. Right. Harrington. Get your shit together. 

“And because I thought it’d be a nice place for a date.” Eddies brows drew together as he examined the diner. 

“Yeah, guess it wouldn’t be a bad place for a date. You got one coming later?” Eddie questioned much to Steve’s dismay.

Steve’s head fell to the table with a thud. He wasn’t good with his words. It was so much easier flirting with Eddie in writing. That way he didn’t have to worry about being rejected. 

In one last act of desperation or stupidity, Steve pulled out a pen from his pocket and scribbled a quick message on a napkin, taking a deep breath before passing it over to Eddie. 

‘Would you like to go on a date with me?’ The note asked. 

Across the table, he heard a strangled sound before two solid hands were placed on his shoulders. 

“Are you kidding me, Stevie? Hell Yes.” 

[anarcoqueer1994]

"Steve, wait!" Eddie yells, running out of the his trailer after him. It was cold, the snow just starting to fall.

It all had been a stupid game. Everyone was over sans Erica. The younger teens were sophomores now, so they found themselves tagging along more for late night hangouts

Max and El giggled as they suggested playing truth or dare. Even through eye rolls, everyone agreed to play. The questions and dares were harmless enough...at first.

Dustin, the little shit he is, asked Steve if he had a crush on anyone in the room. Eddie watched as his cheeks tinged pink as he took a sip of his beer and mumbling "Yes."

This was met with a room full of kids trying to get him to confess. Eddie knew though. Eddie knew that Steve still liked Nancy even though she was with Robin now. He knew that had to hurt to be happy for your best friend, but being a little jealous.

He felt like that, with Steve. He wanted him to find happiness, the girl of his dreams, but Eddie also wanted Steve to want him.

Eddie quickly tried to get the attention off Steve. "Alright, alright, buttheads. Quiet down, and just move on."

Max smirks, blind now, but as much of a menace as always. "Okay Eddie, truth or dare."

"Dare, obviously." He says as if she really needed to ask.

"Hmm, I dare you to kiss Steve, on the mouth of course." She laughs, secretly picking up on something neither man has noticed.

Eddie can feel his face heating up as he nervously turns his head to Steve, who happens to be sandwiched between himself and Robin(Nancy on her lap.) Steve meets his face. Eddie whispers "Can I?"

Steve nervously nods his head. "Uh, sure, Eds." He smiles trying to let him know it's okay. He swears Eddie is blushing. Steve reminds himself silently it's just a dare, Eddie doesn't like him like that.

Eddie leans in, and Steve closes his eyes subconsciously, moving to meet Eddie, heart pounding out of his chest. Suddenly inches away from his lips, he feels Eddie freezes. He pulls away "Sorry, I can't do this."

And Steve, despite warning himself that this was a dare, that Edsie did not really feel that way, that his feelings weren't mutual because why would anyone as good and cool as Eddie, want Steve, was still crushed. He couldn't live in blissful hope that someday Eddie would love him like that. All hope was crushed.

He clears his throat. "Um, hey I need to get some air." He was trying not to break down in front of his friends, could not handle that embarrassment too.

Before anyone could say a word, he was up, heading out the door, doesn't even bother grabbing his coat.

Everyone stays quiet, not sure of what just happened. Robin goes to get up, wants to run after Steve but before she could, Eddie was out of his seat, running out the door after him. (Though pulling on his coat as he does)

He finds Steve at the edge of the woods on the outskirts of the trailer park. He was sitting under a tree, while light snow covered his hair and shoulders, as he hides his face in his knees, beer bottle lay spilled next to him. If it were in a different circumstance, the image would be beautiful, poetic, somber. But all he sees now is Steve Harrington breaking down, and knows somehow he caused it.

Eddie makes his way over, sitting on the wet snowy ground next to Steve. Steve doesn’t look up. "Hey, um, I'm sorry, Steve for whatever I did." His voice is quiet.

Steve peaks his head up, frozen tear streaks cover his red face. In a half sob he says "Dude, you didn't do anything wrong...it's me, so don't worry, okay?"

Eddie scoots closer, thier bodies ate touching. "No can do, big boy. Already worrying..." He tries to say lightly, emotion in his voice betraying him. "Can't leave Steve Harrington crying in the cold, can I?"

"I'll be back in soon, I promise....I just need some time." Steve whispers.

"Time for what, princess?" Eddie asks, knowing he shouldn't push but moments ago he thought he knew Steve was into Nancy, now he isn't sure. So he is not sure he can trust what he "knows" anymore.

"Fuck...are you really going to make me say it, Eds. " He chokes out, lifting his head completely. Somehow after Eddie's rejection. The little pet names that used to make him blush hurt more. "Look I know you aren't into me but when you looked at me before we were supposed to kiss, I got this dumb idea that maybe you wanted to. But then you couldn't even do it on a dare. And I know it's not fair of me to be mad, but it still hurts because I really like you, and I wanted you to like me. So like...."

Steve is cut off by a pair lips pressed against his. Eddie is holding both sides of his face, kissing him. Despite the cold, his lips were warm. Without thinking, Steve clings to Eddie’s shirt, kissing back, not wanting this to end.

When they pull apart they are still holding onto each other, Steve whispers "What was that for?" He watches his breath on the air between them.

"Because, in case you haven't noticed, I'm really into you and wanted to do that for a long time." Eddie admits.

"Then...why didn't you want to kiss me earlier? "Steve asks, confusion covering his face.

"Because, Stevie, I didn’t know if you really liked me and I didn't want the only kiss with the person I am in love with to be some dare...I wanted it to mean something." Eddie whispers.

Suddenly Eddie sees the biggest smile on Steve’s face, nose scrunched up, and it was about the cutest thing he has ever seen. "You're in love with me?" He sniffles, the cold getting to him.

"Yea, baby I am" He says gently, moving his hand to Steve's hair, feeling the cold snow covering the boy in front of him.

Steve leans close to Eddie, burying his head in Eddie's chest. "Good because I love you too."

Eddie wraps his arms around Steve before pulling back and standing up. He loves the drama of chivalry so before Steve can do anything, he scoops him up. "Let’s get you inside now, before you get sick." Steve just clings to him.

When they get back the trailer, thier friends had made hot chocolate. Steve changes into some of Eddie’s pajamas, his clothes being soaked from the snow. And that night when everyone leaves, Eddie invites Steve to stay the night.

[longlivefanfic-net]

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Summary: Your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, has a party at your shared apartment and invites his ex, Nancy Wheeler. You get jealous and do your best to make Steve jealous too. Steve Harrington x reader

Content/Warnings: Marijuana use, drinking, also some light Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: This fic does include mention of Steve, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Dustin, and Argyle. The Duffer brothers may murder whomstsoever they wish on Friday but in my head they are all real and alive thanks! Also: this is just fluff. I wrote too much and had to break it up into two sections, so this can be a standalone fluff or you can wait a day for the next part (or read the first two parts) for some smut. PS if u want to tell me Steve wouldnt smoke weed, first of all its implied that he does in S3 and second of all argue with the wall babe this is my world ur just livin in it

When you first started dating Steve Harrington, you had no idea you would end up like this. You knew it would be different than your usual relationships, sure–you weren’t the type to date jocks or prom kings. You just hadn’t expected Steve to be so…normal once you got to know him. He had won you over with his charming smiles and goofy laugh (and the fact that you had nursed a sweet spot for him ever since he stopped in an empty hallway to help you pick up your books after your backpack ripped the first day of Freshman year didn’t hurt either), but the more you got to know him the more you saw past that layer of Harrington-ness that he would so expertly apply before going out into the world. Although, maybe it wasn’t so much that you could see past it as it was that he had started to relax, to lower that protective shield around you, the shield of charm and polite interest that made him the ideal boyfriend to bring home. 

The more time you spent around Steve’s friends, the more sure you felt you finally knew the real Steve. You saw the dorky references he would make when he picked Dustin up and brought him over for Atari marathons, and you also saw the care on his face while he contemplated whether Dustin had had “more of a Doritos week or a Lays potato chips week.” When he spent time with Jonathan and Eddie, he came home smelling of weed with at least two new cassettes with songs he wanted to show you; the first time he came home reeking, you had basically developed a contact high because you were just so excited to see Steve stoned. On the nights Robin came over to your shared apartment, Steve would bring out clean blankets and extra pillows to strew across the couch, making it look as if they were always there, so she wouldn’t have to ask for them before making herself cozy on the floor to watch whatever VHS she or Steve had picked out. He would then spend the rest of the night bullying her for sitting “like a weirdo,” cross-legged alone on the floor and complain about having to reach down to her every time he wanted food (Steve, famously, was not allowed to hold the snack bowl anymore after Robin had pinched his leg during Nightmare on Elm Street) (Steve objected to this rule, saying that the only fair decision would be to outlaw Robin’s scare tactics). With you, Steve was quiet and gentle, and, in his sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes first thing in the morning, you saw how sensitive and delicate he was. That’s how you fell in love with him: seeing these different pieces of him come together into one man. He was beautiful, funny, charming Steve Harrington; he was also nerdy, soft, caring, “just Steve.”

That’s why you didn’t hesitate to say yes anytime he asked about inviting his friends over. You loved seeing Steve with his friends–and you had become pretty close with most of them as well, although you had caught Dustin asking Steve if he was “allowed to start getting attached” to you the first time you had said you would stay the night before Steve drove him home (you still didn’t know the answer, but the kid had grown on you so you hoped it was a yes). When Steve mentioned having “the guys” over this weekend to check the crackling noises the stereo had started making, you had assumed it would be Jonathan and Eddie. Then, at the grocery store, Steve had thrown two packs of M&M’s and Nerds into the shopping cart, a sure sign Robin would be over at some point. You had started to question what, exactly, you had agreed to when he put four twelve packs of beer into the cart–Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan could finish off a twelve pack, sure, but four? That seemed excessive. It wasn’t until you watched him grab a bottle of white zinfandel and two packs of wine coolers that you really started to grow suspicious of what you had gotten yourself into. 

But Steve had taken care of everything–as he so often did, always loading the dishwasher and wiping down the bathroom counter before bed–and so you decided to let him go on with whatever he had planned. If you were going to see Byers and Munson get shit-faced on wine coolers this weekend, that was fine by you. When the two of you had gone to bed last night, you had turned on your side and curled against him, wrapping one arm over his broad chest and scratching your nails back and forth over his rib cage. “Baby,” you had asked, “Who’s coming over tomorrow?” “Just the guys and some dudes from work,” he said, fingers lightly pulling through your hair. “And the guys drink white wine and wine coolers now?” You had asked, tone light while your eyebrows scrunched together out of his line of sight. “Well, the girls will, yeah, I think,” Steve spluttered, “Or do girls not drink that stuff?” “Depends on the girl.” There had been a moment of silence as you listened to his heartbeat under his skin. “Steve. What girls are coming to our home?” You had sighed, mildly exasperated that you had to break this down for him. “Oh! Robin, duh, a few girls from work, and Nance,” he laughed. “Is that what you’re mad about? You didn’t know who was coming over?” “I wasn’t mad,” you said, instantly flushing at how easily he had seen through your fake cool. “It’s just a few people,” Steve had said, fingers dancing along the taut skin of your neck. You murmured something that you hoped sounded casual and buried your face in the warm skin of his side, hoping to bury your concerns about Nancy with it. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Nancy. Back in high school, you had wanted to be her–picture perfect, straight A’s, Head Editor of the newspaper, and when she suddenly ditched Steve (back when he was “King Steve”), she had shown up somehow looking older, more mature than all the rest of you. But you couldn’t let go of her past with Steve, as ridiculous as it was. She had been his first love. He still kept one of her bras in a shoe box, for God’s sake–admittedly, it wasn’t because of Nancy, as he had explained to you, but it still made you feel a little sensitive. If Nancy was going to be there tonight, you were going to spend the entire evening trying to prove yourself to her, to Steve, that you weren’t just the girl he was with but the girl he was supposed to be with. 

Battle armor, you thought, staring into the closet you and Steve shared. Your clean work uniforms were hung up beside jeans, t-shirts (many stolen from Steve), and a few blouses your mom had bought you to wear to your classes at the community college. You also had a few dresses tucked away in the back–mostly things you hadn’t worn since high school, things you weren’t even sure would fit you any more. What would Nancy wear? You thought, chewing on your bottom lip. Except that’s not right, is it? You need to prove that you’re not Nancy, not that you can be her. When the black pleats caught your eye, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over your face. Pulling the skirt from the back of the closet, you held it up against your body. It seemed like it would still fit, and the length came down just above your knees to show slightly more skin than Wheeler ever would. Flipping through the blouses your mom naively dreamed of you looking professional in, you grabbed a cropped black button down with a wide collar from where it was hidden between fluorescent tops. This–this would work. 

Emerging from the bedroom an hour later, you fidget nervously with your nails. You had painted them dark red as soon as you had picked your outfit, blowing on them to dry the shiny liquid before it could smudge. Steve had his back turned to you, digging in the refrigerator and making the glass bottles inside clink. “Hey babe,” he called loudly without turning around, “do you think I should go buy more ice? Will anyone want ice in their drinks?” “Yeah, probably,” you answered casually from behind him. Starting, Steve stood up hurriedly and whipped around. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, hand over his heart. “I didn’t realize you–whoa.” Steve’s eyes scanned down, then back up, then back down your body. “What’s with the outfit?” “You don’t like it?” You asked, tugging anxiously at the hemline of the skirt. You had paired the crop top and skirt with a pair of black shoes with a short heel, and you had finished the outfit with the chain necklaces Robin had given you and hoop earrings. The cherry on top, so to speak, was the red lipstick that perfectly matched the dark red satin of your nails. “Who the fuck said that?” Steve asked, eyes widening. “You look incredible.” You felt a light blush pulse its way into your cheeks and Steve fixed on the color as it spread. “You look good, too,” you said, returning the compliment. 

He was wearing the maroon sweater you had given him for Christmas last year, along with a pair of jeans that seemed almost too tight to be comfortable. You couldn’t help but notice that his bulge seemed tightly pressed against his pants, and you hoped he hadn’t chosen this pair of denim for anyone in particular tonight. “Hey,” Steve said, making your eyes meet his. The soft brown flickered for a moment, alight with wickedness. “What are you wearing under that outfit?” He asked, voice soft. You almost rolled your eyes–he was so predictable sometimes. When you had seen the outfit in the mirror, seen the slit of skin between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the skirt, you had known he would immediately begin thinking about getting you out of your clothes. You had changed from your everyday cotton briefs into something more…adventurous for this exact reason. A tiny smile hinted at the edge of your mouth. “How about,” you said, voice smoky, “you spend the rest of the night trying to find out? Without getting caught by your friends?” Steve’s eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline. “Really? We’re going to play games tonight?” He seemed incredulous, leaving you with only one possible response: “I’m going to play a game tonight. You’re going to try to play it with me.”

Jonathan had shown up first with Argyle, gently knocking on the frame of your open front door. “Nancy will be here later,” he had said quietly, gently nodding his head in greeting. He, Argyle, and Steve had gathered around the stereo system, making the occasional grunt as they spoke quietly about the crackling sounds coming out of the speakers. Steve clapped his hands enthusiastically, patting Jonathan on the back over-zealously, when he pressed play and crystal-clean sound came through. Eddie and Robin showed up at the same time, though Robin’s first words as she walked through the door were “We did not come together, just at the same time,” which made Eddie snort and shoot you conspiratorial looks. “Oh, gross, Munson,” Robin growled. “I brought beer and tunes,” Eddie said, holding up a six pack and a cassette. “Eddie, we’re not listening to your music at my apartment,” Steve said, “I don’t want my neighbors to think we’re sacrificing virgins in here.” “Who said anything about virgins?” Eddie joked, elbow tickling your ribs as he passed you on his way into the kitchen. You followed behind him to put the six pack he had brought into the fridge.

“Here,” you said, handing Eddie a bottle out of the ice-and-drink-filled sink, “a cold one for you.” You jumped up to sit on top of the kitchen counter, pulling from a brown bottle yourself. Jonathan flipped through the mishmash collection of vinyls next to the stereo while Robin and Steve joked about something stupid one of their coworkers had said that day. “Who’s is this?” Jonathan asked, holding up a bright pink album adorned with the image of Dolly Parton. You giggled, and Steve held up his hands, shooting daggers at you. “I plead the fifth,” he said, mock seriousness in his voice. Jonathan laughed, hard and loud, before pulling a random cassette out of the box next to the stereo system. He loaded it into the cassette player, pressing play, and quiet music began to fill the apartment, floating out the open doorway to invite your neighbors by. Eddie reached behind you, long arms brushing against yours, as he pushed the window over the sink open part way before clambering clumsily up onto the counter next to you. He reached into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a preroll and a lighter, and lit up. 

“So,” Eddie asked, turning his head towards the open window as he blew out a stream of smoke. “How’s life with the babysitter?” You tilt your head back to laugh, your grin stretching your face. “It’s good,” you answer, cocking your head to the side as you look at Eddie. “Living with a boy isn’t quite as disgusting as I thought it would be.” “Oh yeah?” Eddie questions, a look of pure delight crinkling the corner of his eyes. “Does Harrington clean every weekend? Maybe in a little maids uniform for you?” You splutter around the mouth of the beer bottle, choking on the cool malt beer at how close Eddie has come to guessing the truth. Steve doesn’t wear a maid’s outfit–not that you’d be opposed to seeing him in one, you think, making a mental note–but he does wear silk. And lace. And satin. Basically, if it’s women’s underwear in his size, Steve will wear it at least once for you. He’s gotten picky now, rejecting a few pieces here and there for being uncomfortable, but he wears everything you pick out together for at least one night. 

“Relax,” Eddie crows, slapping you on the back as you recover from the shot of malt up your nose, “I was kidding! Unless he does have a maid’s outfit, in which case I’ve got to see it.” You laugh as you regain your breath. “No, no maid’s outfits,” you giggle as Eddie pulls an over-the-top pout. He takes another pull from the joint in his fingers, holding it out to you. You take it from him, pulling the smoke down into your lungs where you hold it for a minute before turning to release it out the window. Munson looks borderline impressed, but he stops you when you go to take a second hit: “Strong shit. Maybe go slow for a minute,” he says, plucking the joint out of your fingers. “So,” you ask, forcing your tone to be light, “What has Steve said about living with me?” “Oh, he’s a big fan,” Eddie laughs. “Really?” You can’t help the slight blush that burns your face, and you hope the combination of makeup and low light will keep Eddie from seeing it. “Absolutely,” he says, “Every time I see him now, it’s ‘Did you know girls wash their towels’ and ‘Girls actually wash the sheets on their bed even when someone’s not coming over.’” “Ewwww,” you groan, shoving Munson’s shoulder, “That’s not true! Steve didn’t have to learn to wash his towels from me.” “Alright, maybe he was just trying to pass on some friendly advice,” Eddie laughs, rolling his eyes. 

Eddie leans towards you conspiratorially, placing his hand on your knee to steady him before he falls off the countertop. “Actually,” he half-whispers, “Steve’s made it pretty damn clear how he feels about you to me, Jonathan, and Argyle. We’re talking an Aragorn and Arwen level of crazy about you.” Your cheeks burn again, and you smile gently at Eddie, taking the joint he extends to you with a nod of approval. “Did Steve make that Lord of the Rings reference or did you have to teach it to him?” “The guy’s not dumb–maybe a little distracted, but not dumb.” You laugh again, smoke blowing out and lean closer to Eddie’s face, eyebrows raised. “Okay, okay,” Eddie laughs. “Maybe Steve would say it’s a Han and Leia type thing.” You start to lean back, laughing again. The friendship between Steve, Eddie, Argyle, and Jonathan never fails to surprise you; you wouldn’t have guessed Munson was a Tolkien fan, and his ability to recognize that Steve would prefer a Star Wars reference warms your heart. Suddenly, you’ve leaned too far–you almost lose your balance when Eddie reaches out, putting a hand on your waist to pull you closer to him and steady your balance. “You okay there?” He asks, eyebrows in his hairline and half a smile on his face. “I told you it was strong shit, didn’t I?” You blink slowly, the mixture of your second beer and Eddie’s weed making your brain feel smooth and slow. Eddie pulls his hand back from your waist, and you notice a familiar ring amidst the others on his fingers. “Hey!” You say, grabbing his hand with your own. “Steve has this same ring!” “Yeah,” Eddie says, “I got us guys all the same one last year. Brotherhood, blah blah blah,” he says, turning crimson. You peer up into his face, lips pressed together into a smile. “That’s actually very sweet, Eddie,” you say, placing his hand on your knee where you pat it gently. 

“Hey!” A voice jars across the kitchen. “What the fuck, Munson?” You turn your head slowly to see Steve standing in the kitchen, an empty beer bottle in his hand. Eddie barely even moves. “Calm down, Harrington,” he says, turning to him. “We were just sharing a joint and, you know, some feelings.” Steve’s face scrunches up in incredulous confusion. “You don’t have feelings,” he says, minutely shaking his head. “I know,” Eddie says, tapping the end of his nose, “We were talking about yours.” “Oh, fuck that,” Steve says. “Come on.” He pushes Eddie’s hand off your knee and grabs your hand, pulling you down off the counter where you sway slightly on your feet. Steve pulls another beer out of the ice pile in the sink and then turns, pulling you behind him to the living room. “Here. Sit,” he says, gently pushing your shoulders so you sit down on the couch. “Keep Robin entertained or something, you lightweight.” He’s joking, the little glint in his eye telling you how entertained he is by your inability to hold your substances, but the line of his mouth is hard. “Anything for you, my baby,” you say, doing your best to look like a soft, delicate version of yourself. “You need water,” Steve says, half laughing at your attempt to be fragile and disappearing from your line of vision. 

Robin is on the floor next to your legs, her usual place of honor, making quiet remarks about each person who comes through the doorway. “Oh, who the hell invited Tommy?” She mutters under her breath. Suddenly, a slender, petite frame appears in the doorway. “Wheeler!” Robin cries, jumping up a bit too quickly for you to track with your eyes. She darts to the door, throwing her arms around Nancy’s neck. Nancy hugs her back, tightly, and pulls back, smiling. “Buckley,” she says with affection. She drops her hands from Robin’s neck to her waist. “So,” she says, casting her eyes around the room. “This is Harrington’s infamous love den?” Her eyes alight on you, laying a bit too comfortably on the couch. You straighten up, trying to look more prim and proper than usual under Nancy’s eyes. Steve rounds the corner, glass of water and a napkin full of pretzels in hand. “Here you go, my lady love,” he says, simultaneously sarcastic and simpering, as he lowers himself to your height, placing the glass in your hands and the pretzels on the end table next to you. “Steve!” Nancy cries from the doorway. “Hey, Nance!” Steve crows. “My girl!” He moves swiftly to her side, pulling her out from under Robin’s hands to wrap her in a tight embrace. You try not to notice the sinking in your heart at the idea that anyone other than you might be “Steve’s girl.” 

People are milling around, creating small clumps of conversation throughout the apartment. Steve brought Nancy and Robin both back to the couch with him, where he sat in between you and Nancy while Robin took her spot on the floor, leaning up against Nancy’s legs. Jonathan, Argyle, and Eddie had eventually made their way over to your small group, all three reeking of Eddie’s weed, and crowded close. Eddie was on the floor, leaning his back against the coffee table so he could watch the conversation; Argyle had sprawled out next to him, long legs blocking the space from anyone else’s attempts to come closer; Jonathan had pulled one of the chairs out of the kitchen to straddle backwards, beer bottle tapping lightly against the back of it in time to the music playing. The conversation had been flowing pretty smoothly without much help from you so far, but as it lulled you felt peace in the quiet. Good friends, you thought to yourself, although, at least half of these people have fucked. You snort quietly at the thought, and Steve turns to you. “More water, baby?” He looks at your mostly-empty glass and grabs it, standing up. You tilt your head up to look at him. “I’ll be right back,” he says before disappearing back into the kitchen. You can hear him greeting other friends who have showed up, the sound of back slaps and light laughter following him. 

“Who would have guessed Harrington was such a softie?” Eddie asked. Robin laughs. “He’s not a softie, he’s pussy-whipped,” she says, reaching over to pinch your legs. You blush a little, but this has become Robin’s favorite joke and you don’t pay it much mind. A quiet scoff makes you turn to Nancy. “Something to share with the group, Wheeler?” Eddie asks, a look of delight on his face. She blushes, and you hate that the crimson only makes her look prettier. “No!” She says, motions jerky as she recoils. “It’s just, well, Steve has always been a sweetheart.” Jonathan’s eye roll can be physically felt, and Nancy hurries to say “When he’s screwed up.” Robin cocks her head at Nancy. “I mean,” she says, starting to gesture with her petite hands, “He was a great boyfriend when we dated. But he was his best when he had pissed me off and was trying to get back on my good side. He’d bring flowers, help me study, whatever I wanted, if he thought he would get back into my good graces.” “And,” Argyle’s voice looms up from his position on the floor, “is Harrington out of your good graces?” He rolls his head to the side to look at you, and everyone else turns to look at you too. “No,” you say. “Definitely not.” You shake your head lightly and then giggle quietly at the sensation of your eyes shifting. “See,” says Argyle patiently, “She’s just wasted. Steve is taking care of her, like a true gentleman.” The sound of his voice makes it clear that Argyle approves of Steve’s actions–but the moment is ruined when Jonathan starts to laugh and everyone follows, including you. 

“What’s the joke?” Steve asks, returning with your water and more snacks. “You are,” Robin says, grinning at him from the floor. Steve groans, as he puts your water down and sits down next to you again. He swings his arm over your shoulders, casually, and you try not to pay attention as his warm fingertips begin to sweep, slowly, back and forth over the cool skin of your exposed arms. “Why am I the joke this time? Robin,” he says, eyes steely, “I did not have rabies, for the last time–” Steve is cut off by her laugh. He looks around in confusion. “We were talking about how particularly gentlemanly you’re being tonight,” Jonathan says, answering his searching look. “Oh,” Steve says. “Why is that funny?” “Well,” Robin says breathlessly, “Nance said that you’re only nice when you mess up, but she–” Robin points to you “ –said you didn’t do anything wrong, and then Argyle decided you’re a gentleman, but I mean, Argyle is never not high so it’s just hard to take him seriously, you know–” Robin is cut off by Steve’s shocked look. “I didn’t ‘mess up’ –I think,” he says, glancing back at you, and you nod empathetically. “I just love my girlfriend.” 

There’s a moment’s pause. Steve had never said this to you before–months of dating, living together for most of them, and he’s exposed even his most delicate and sensitive secrets to you, but he never said he loved you. You’ve known you loved him since about your second week of dating, but you’ve kept it to yourself; you’re not the type to say it first, even though you feel it, because you can’t handle the possibility of a stilted, awkward conversation instead of reciprocation. Before you can say anything back, Argyle’s voice comes from the floor again. “See? Gentleman shit,” and everyone dissolves into a fit of laughter again. You lean forward amidst your giggles, wrapping your hand around the nape of Steve’s neck, and press a soft kiss to his shoulder, holding his eyes with your own. Suddenly, the music changes and Robin screeches. 

“Oh, my God!” She yowls, jumping to her feet. “It’s our song!” She grabs Nancy’s hand, pulling her by the wrist to standing and pulls her out to the middle of the living room that has been avoided by all the other clumps of people. “Poor old Johnnie Ray,” Robin croons, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him to standing despite his grumblings. She pushes him to the center of the room, turning back for Jonathan and Argyle, who is already wiggling his hips casually. “That’s the spirit,” Robin says, pointing to Argyle. She comes back for you and Steve now. “No one’s sitting this out,” she orders, pulling you to your feet. You’re much steadier than you were earlier, and the rush of blood to your legs provides you with more clarity. “Come on Eileen,” you sing, slightly behind Dexy’s Midnight Runners on the tape, as you turn and hold your hand out for Steve expectantly. The rest of your group has started dancing, Robin trying to force Jonathan to loosen up, Eddie shuffling his feet with Argyle, and Nancy, eyes closed, in a world of her own. Steve takes your hand, his rough palm sliding against yours, and stands up. You lead him to the impromptu dance floor, and he presses his broad chest and stomach against your back, wrapping his fingers around your hips as you sway. Other guests have started to join the dance as well, and Robin takes Nancy’s hands in hers as Tommy reaches out for her. You can feel Steve’s breath as he leans his head on your shoulder, the warm puffs blowing your free-floating strands of hair. Together, the two of you watch your friends drop the hardnesses they have wrapped around themselves, around their hearts, and simply laugh and dance together. Robin brings Eddie into her and Nancy’s dance circle, and he drags Jonathan with him. Argyle joins in quickly too, and you watch the four of them let go of whatever hurt and sadness they have carried with them and melt into radiance, into joy. 

The song switches over to rhythmic clapping as Whitney Houston “Whoos!” into the laughter and scattered voices in your apartment. Eddie and Jonathan beg out quickly, saying they’ve done their required dancing for Robin, but Argyle, Nancy, and Robin continue to dance among other people. “Hey,” Steve says, turning you around to face him. “Want to dance with me?” “Obviously,” you say. He wraps his arms around you, bringing your hips to press against his. “Steve,” you laugh, “this isn’t exactly a slow dance song.” “Whitney asked if we want to dance, and this is how I want to dance,” he replies, shaking his head at you like it’s obvious. You slide your hands up around his neck, interlocking your fingers at the base of his spine, and he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. Steve closes his eyes and sighs quietly, contently. You keep your eyes open, watching the soft glow of the lights in the room sway and dance over his sweater, catching in his hair, looming around his form so he looks like a painting of a fairy tale character, a brave hunter come to rescue the woman who’s been locked in a tower, alone for too long. He did save me, you think, the thought cutting through the rest of brain fog sharply, he rescued me from myself. Your fingers tighten slightly, digging your nails into his neck, and his eyes pop open. 

“You okay?” Steve asks. “Yeah,” you say, “Fine.” He looks searchingly at you for another second. “If it’s about earlier—what I said—it’s not like you have to say it back or anything. I didn’t say I love you to make you say it too; I said it because, well, I love you. That’s all.” He’s not looking at you now, eyes on the floor as his hips continue to sway pressed against yours. Something about this feels so middle school, so simple and innocent and exciting, that you feel bubbles bounce against your heart as you reply, “Okay.” He looks up at you, a small smile on his lips. “Okay,” he says, nodding his head in relief. “I do love you, though,” you say, completely casually. You’re not nervous to tell him this; it feels like answering the question “what’s your birthdate?” or “where did you grow up?” You don’t have to think about it at all. It just is the answer, simple and true. You love Steve Harrington, and, apparently, he loves you too. “You, um, you what?” He asks, blinking at you quickly. “I love you,” you say, head mocking his own surprised shake. “You’re stoned,” Steve says, eyebrows raised. “A little,” you answer, “but that’s not why I love you.” 

“Oh yeah?” Steve says, a glimmer in his eyes. He leans in close to you, lips brushing your ear as he whispers “and why do you love me, baby girl?” One of your hands traces down his shoulder to his chest, pushing him lightly back so you can look in his eyes. “Because you’re kind. And you’re funny. And you think about others all the time, but you still tell me what you need so I can take care of you. And you ask to take a walk with me when I really piss you off and we just walk in silence. Also, you make me coffee every morning and you remembered exactly what I like in my coffee after the first night I spent here. And, you know, you’re actually kind of smart, Harrington, because you’ve chosen some really great people to surround yourself with.” Steve stares at you, unblinking, and you notice that his eyes have started to water gently. He cradles your face in his palm, tilting his head slightly to the side. “I haven’t found a single reason not to love you, Steve, so why wouldn’t I?” At these words, Steve leans down, brushing his lips gently over yours. “Thank you,” he murmurs over your skin. “I love you.” 

The song is still playing and the two of you continue to sway, revolving in the center of the room amidst your friends. You press your face to the side of Steve’s neck, breathing in his scent. “Steve?” “Yes, baby?” “Why do you love me?” He scoffs, the quick flex of his diaphragm echoing through your body. “I don’t have to outdo what you said, right?” He asks. “No,” you laugh. “Just say whatever you think.” “Okay, I love you because you made friends with my friends and you bought me panties to wear with you. And also you don’t think I’m Steve Harrington in the way other people do but you know me better than anyone else in the world. Also, you’re…kind of a badass and not in a scary way but in a cool way where you tell me what I’m going to do in, uh, certain moments.” He blushes, and you can feel the heat snaking up his neck where your face is pressed against it. “You’re kind of like…the Leia to my Han.” 

You burst out laughing. “What?” He asks, “What the hell's funny?” “Nothing,” you choke out in between giggles. “Something Munson said.” “I’m going to kill him,” Steve says, whipping his head around behind him to look for Eddie. “Don’t,” you say, bracing a hand against his chest. “Will you walk me to the bathroom?” “You’re still that out of it?” Steve asks, laughing. “Just need some guidance, I think.” You smile up at him, willing him to believe the faux innocence you’ve plastered over your face. “Alright, baby girl, to the bathroom we go.” He wraps one arm around your waist, the other around your shoulders. You stumble a few times as you walk down the hallway, trying to sell the “drunk girl at a party” bit to any of your friends who might wonder where the two of you have gone in a few minutes. Outside the bathroom, he leans you against the door frame. “You okay, babe?” He asks, concern over his face. “I’m okay,” you say, stretching up on to your toes. You press your lips against his cheek, and he anticipates you, turning his head to try to meet your mouth. You end up pressing your lips against the corner of his mouth, which is turned up in a slight smile. “Let’s try that again,” he whispers, leaning down to your face where his lips meet yours. 

[mushroom-witch-writes]

Act Like You Forgot

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader 18+

pt.1

Warnings: smut, swearing, fwb, angst(?)

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers, fwb

Summary: you and Eddie hated each other's guts, being the sub in their D&D session helped you talk about something that's been bugging you for a long time.

a/n: I have to start posting more, this is a start. Hope you like <3 also FIRST SMUUUUT WOOO

Word count : 2.046

Eddie Munson. You could swear this kid’s life purpose was to make your days insufferable, but things weren’t always this way. Most of the time you and Eddie would ignore each other’s existence in school. You both had the same style , same movies and music preferences ,but found yourselves in different groups. All was fine until that god forsaken day. The cafeteria incident as you and your friends called it. Eddie had made another one of his famous speeches and you couldn’t help but talk back. “right, so whoever doesn’t enjoy the same things as you is lame, right Munson? Yea I’m sure you’ll get much more acceptance now.” You had said and Eddie felt threatened by his own ‘kind’ at that moment or whatever. He would make comments when he saw you on the hallway , always making sure you heard and you would snap back immediately, never missing the opportunity to shut him up.

You worked at the family video in the afternoons so you ,Steve and Robin had gotten pretty close which of course meant that you had befriended the kids that followed them everywhere as well. Once you walked in for your shift that afternoon your friends gave each other a knowing look as you stormed around the place looking like a crazy person. “okay what did he say this ti-“ Steve started ,but you cut him off “ He called ME, ME of all people, a fucking POSER. Like , what the fuck Munson, look at yourself, with your long ass hair and all the band patches. Wonder if he even listens to them.” They both laughed at you “don’t laugh he’s fucking annoying as shit” “his long curly hair and soft smile and ringed fingers ,that Munson?” Robin said half laughing. You had said those things, but you were drunk and it was before he became THIS annoying. “yea yea Robin, that one. And by the way I don’t stand by those words anymore” Steve then chimed in “is that why you keep looking at him in awe every time?” you shot him a glare “shut up Harrington”. They started laughing again. Some time passed and suddenly the two shits burst into the store. “ y/n!” Dustin yelled “ I’m not here,  fuck off ,no “ “ y/n please he will kill us, we just need a sub” you came out of the counter and folded your arms “ What’s in it for me?” he smiled “You’ll get to play after a long time and if we win you’ll have something to tease him about , please pleeeease” you looked at mike and he gave you a smile “fine”. You hated the fact that you accepted ,but what else could you do. Dustin was right, it would be fun beating Munson at his own game.

Friday came and you got ready. Picked the too shits from their places and headed to school. You regret saying yes the moment you walked in the hall. They opened the door and motioned you in. “what’s this?” Eddie said half laughing when you walked in “she’s the sub” Dusting smiled and Munson started laughing “absolutely not ,forget it” you sighted “what’s up Munson? Afraid you’ll lose?” he came closer. You could smell cheap cologne and cigarettes on him “no no my dearest y/n. I’m just scared that you’ll spoil our night” he said  smirking and bending down to your level “look , I’m doing this for the kids, if you want me to go I will ,just make something up so they won’t be too disappointed. I don’t want to deal with this today.” You whispered and his face softened. “ Let’s see if you can even get close to beating me. Welcome to Hellfire” he smiled and gave you his hand to shake. The session went on for about one hour and ended with success. Everyone cheered for you and hugged each other “ told you we’d beat him” Dustin yelled excited. “yea yea it was fun. Now, time to head back yea?” you said and they frowned “I can take them” Jeff said “oh , uh sure yea, thanks” you replied and started organizing your stuff in your backpack while they left “you actually care about the shits huh?” Eddie said behind you in a low voice. “why wouldn’t I ? besides, you should have seen their pouty faces. Not even you would be able to refuse.” He looked at you puzzled “ not even me?” “oh you know heartless and mean and basically a major asshole” he touched his chest as if he got hurt by your words “how could you say something like that about me y/n?” truth is , you and Eddie had history, even if you both pretended you forgot. You and him had been in a party once ,one thing led to the other and before you knew you were bent over the bathroom sink looking at yourself getting absolutely destroyed by him. You blamed it on the drinks and the weed and never really talked about it. Well , you tried talking about it , but he pretended to be clueless so you dropped it. You zoned out while looking at him because of the image that popped in your head.” y/n, hellooo” he waved his hand in your face “sorry, yea , it’s pretty easy to say such things about you Munson, given the fact that they’re true” now he looked actually hurt. “oh, y/n all these days I was just playing along, I don’t actually hate you” you huffed and looked at your feet “ no I know, but I should hate you. I’m going, it was fun” you said leaving the class and walking in the empty school to your car. How could he not remember. Sure you were tipsy ,but you drank just as much as he did. Steve and Robin had told you not to pay too much attention to it. You couldn’t. It’s been almost a month and you couldn’t get his image out of your head or the way he made you feel that night. That was maybe what made you turn around and walk back into the class. “hey, I can’t keep this inside anymore ,we need to talk” you said when you walked in and he just dropped his things and sat on the table facing you “ we can talk” you walked closer “ I know you said you don’t remember anything about that night at Rick’s, but I do and I can’t seem to get it off my mind no matter how hard I try” he looked down ,he knew you’d bring it up again. “ why can’t you just leave things be? We were drunk and we fucked” this man had a talent pissing you off “ so that was it, you just got horny and thought I look desperate enough so why not ?” he got up and walked around not looking at you “ y/n we just fucked, I don’t like you and I know for a fact that you don’t like me. We both needed a warm body, that’s all” you stared at him with tears threatening to spill. You were tough, not tough enough to just stand there and hear him talk about you like you were nothing but a way to blow off steam. “ I was too drunk and made a mistake” he said.

A couple of tears slid down your face “so I was just a warm body to you. You know what my mistake was Eddie? My mistake was not being drunk enough. If I was maybe I wouldn’t remember and it would be best for both of us. Also fuck you Munson because you are an asshole, the biggest one of them all. Congrats !” you said fully crying now and wishing you never told him anything. You stormed off not caring about the fact that he just saw you cry for him.

The whole ride home all you could think about was how much you hated your self for not hating him. Once you got to your place you dropped your bag on the floor next to your door and headed upstairs to your room. You’d normally lock your door so your family wouldn’t burst in , but they weren’t home. You got undressed and curled up in a little ball on your bed ,crying your eyes out and feeling embarrassed for even thinking he would ever care. Time passed and you had fallen asleep naked. A soft knock on your window woke you. For your own sake your curtains were closed and behind them you could make out a long haired figure with a leather jacket. ‘is that man serious?’ you shot up and wrapped a sheet around your bare figure before drawing the curtains and opening the window “ what the fuck do you want psycho?” you asked looking at him wide eyed. “ I fucked up, I – we need to talk ,for real this time” he said and you sat away form the window letting him in. he jumped on your bed after taking his boots off and throwing them on your floor. Why would you even give him a chance to speak after everything he’s said? Oh yea, because you couldn’t resist this boy and the effect his eyes and words had on you “what is it Eddie?” you asked rubbing your eyes and yawing. He wasn’t talking , he couldn’t talk. He had just realised that you were standing on your bed with him with just sheets covering your naked body, the one he had tattooed  in his mind, the one that he would see every time he closed his eyes, trying to find some peace. “hey!” you spoke again getting him out of his thoughts “yea sorry , I , uh , I remember everything that happened and I know that I’ve been acting stupid for a month saying I didn’t.” you folded your hands on your chest and looked at him with the most disgusted look you could muster. “also, the only thing I regret about that night was being too drunk and high and not being able to last longer” he joked leaning his head to the side and smiling “ that doesn’t make up for the fact that you used me because you were horny” you replied bitterly and truth is, he didn’t. Every time he saw or even thought about you he would go crazy, even before you and him got intimate. He couldn’t tell you that, he wasn’t the kind of guy to confess his utter admiration and love for you right there and then  and get rejected. Still he wanted to be close, he wanted to be able to talk to you and piss you of , make you smile, worship you, use your beautiful body in any way imaginable and make you come all over him like no guy ever had. “ I know, I also know that you couldn’t keep it in your pants either, well, your torn up fishnet tights or whatever.” He felt himself trailing off in the thought of him tearing up your tights and bending you over. God Eddie felt as if he could listen to the desperate little sounds you made one more time , he would die happy and complete. “my point is , dear y/n , the sex was great and I personally would do it again, no strings attached, no labels and shit. Pure, filthy fucking here and there. What do you say?” your mouth fell slightly open at his words. Not because they socked you or anything ,but because the way he talked about it gave your entire body goosebumps. “no strings no labels?” you asked again and his smile grew “exactly sweetheart” you grinned and rolled your eyes “ I’m afraid you won’t be able to live up to that term Munson, but yea fuck it” he smiled and gave you his hand to shake. He held it for a little longer and you could feel this simple touch do things to your mind, things you had promised your self you wouldn’t allow to feel for him again.

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[corrodedcoffinkid]

Could you make a drabble of transmasc!eddie getting his period and having a meltdown and someone(idc who but preferably steve, dustin, or wayne) comforting him & taking care of him(bringing him pads/tampons, painkillers, chocolate. Watching movies & cuddling with him, etc)

uhh tw dysphoria, period

Eddie’s pretty sure hell is similar to his menstrual cycle. He groans, hands on his belly, and shifts around uncomfortably on the couch.

He’s alone, and it sucks. Wayne and Steve are at work. Eddie hadn’t mentioned that he’d started his period- it always makes him feel… lesser? Yes, it makes him feel lesser when he mentions it to cis men- even if those men love him very, very much.

A jolt of pain comes from his stomach, causing him to whine and twist in pain. “Shit,” he whimpers. All he wants is for the bleeding and the emotions and the pain to stop. Tears streaming down his cheeks, Eddie picks up the phone. He presses 2 on speed dial.

“Stevie?”

Steve’s heart drops when he hears Eddie on the other line. It’s not busy- Robin’s got this.

Wait, Robin. Robin can help.

Steve hangs up the phone before running back over to his friend. “Robin,” he says, “I need help.”

“I’m not scratching your back again,” Robin retorts, “Find a nice tree or a fencepost.”

“No, it’s about Eddie.”

“What’d he get himself into this time?”

Steve sighs, “It’s about his period… I don’t know what to get him.”

“Does he use tampons or pads?”

“What’s the difference?”

Robin blinks in confusion. “Oh my- Jesus Christ, Harrington. Get him a box of tampons, a box of pads, Midol, a heating pad, and… does he like chocolate?”

“Loves it.”

“Okay, get him two Hershey’s bars- king size, if you love him.”

By the time Steve is back at the trailer, he’s carrying four plastic bags full of various products. He lets himself in with the spare key. Sure enough, Eddie is curled up in a ball on the couch, crying softly to himself.

“Eddie…” Steve sighs. Eddie looks over at him weakly before staring at the multiple bags in confusion. “Okay, well, I got you five different brands of pads, three types of tampons- did you know they have super tampons? I got you a heating pad for your stomach. Also, I bought something called Midol. Oh! Chocolate! I got lots of chocolate.”

Eddie just stares at him and smiles. “Is that half of Rite Aid’s hygiene isle?”

“I wanted you to have options.”

“For the next three months?”

Steve rolls his eyes before plugging in the heating pad, uncurling Eddie, and placing it on his tummy. Eddie sighs in relief, “Thank you- for all of this.”

“I know you hate pills, but you need to take this,” Steve hands him two Midol and a glass of water. To his surprise, Eddie downs the pills and water immediately. “You must be hurting pretty bad.”

“My stupid uterus has decided to try and end my stupid life because I didn’t give it a stupid baby,” Eddie grumbles, shifting again. Steve grabs two Hershey’s bars- king size- and hands them to his boyfriend before pulling him in close. “Robin says these always help.”

Eddie hums in agreement. “Well, yeah,” he rests his head on Steve’s chest. “But not as much as you do.”

Steve presses a kiss to Eddie’s head, then wraps them both up in a blanket. “Ghostbusters?”

“Shh,” Eddie whispers, “No, no movie. Can we just… stay like this for a while?”

“If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too.”

[metalhurricane]

Eddie Munson x Goth! reader, part 7

Masterlist

Note : y/n repeated one year, so she’s 18, Eddie’s supposed to be 19-20. y/n’s shorter than Eddie

I have no idea how DnD works, so sorry for not going into details about it

The rest of the week was pretty much the same. She was getting accustomed to her new school pretty well, putting assholes in their places, remembering her classes, having new subjects studies. Also, as time went by, things got weirder for y/n... it started with things changing places in her room, now she started hearing footsteps and whispers... Grandma’s house was old, from the Victorian era. Maybe ghosts ? She also noticed in the corners of her eyesight shadows...

Other than weird stuff at home, the whole group instantly started to hangout with y/n, and so did she. It was meeting with each other before class, during lunch, sitting next to each other in English and geography, and meeting again when the last bell rang.

They did not go out every night though, but a real friendship started to bloom, between the Hellfire club, and y/n. Especially between her and one of them...

Mike : “You still haven’t met Lucas by the way !” Dustin, eating his lunch : “Yeah, well he spends his entire time at the basketball club, so...” Eddie : “A game where you toss baaaaalls into laundry baskets ! and we’re the crazy ones...” y/n giggled at that : “I can’t wait to meet him. When he’ll be free, of course.”

Later that day, during biology, she saw that she shared the class with Steve and Robin. She went up to them before the class started, but hesitating, not knowing how she was going to be received.

y/n : “Hi Robin, hi Steve” Robin : “Oh, hi y/n !” Steve : “Hi” y/n : “Looks like we’re sharing this class, that is cool... unless you don’t want to be seen around me, which I understand...”

Robin and Steve looked at each other before replying.

Steve : “I mean... sure, you have a distinct look. But we’re not assholes. And you were very sweet the other night.” Robin : “Yes, c’mon, stay with us. Plus, you’re new here, I saw you hanging out with the Hellfire club... you need a girl-friend” she winked as she bumped into y/n’s arm.

Steve rolled his eyes at Robin’s sentence. The trio spend the class together, making jokes and trying to be discreet. y/n was happy that she made new friends, and a girl, finally !

Another day, y/n had to go to the library to check for a book in history, something that she was actually interested in. The Black Plague in Middle Ages. y/n was quickly looking inside the book while walking, when she bumped into someone, making some of her notes fall on the ground.

y/n : “oh my, I'm so sorry !”

She kneeled to pick up the papers to give them back to the person in front of her. A girl, quite petite, with curly brown hair, with her eyebrows furrowed.

y/n, smiling : “Here, again, I’m sorry, I’m very clumsy” Nancy : “It’s okay, no worries...”

y/n noticed that the girl in front of her seemed frightened, so she backed up.

y/n : “...I'm sorry to scare you off, that’s not my goal...”

Nancy was surprised that she said that. And she was even more surprised that she was very polite, and soft. Wait, didn’t Mike told her about y/n ?

Nancy : “No, no ! It’s just... we’re not used to see anything remotely different here you know... I’m Nancy Wheeler” she said, with her hand out y/n, smiling : “I’m y/n l/n, hi ! nice to meet you !” she said, shaking Nancy’s hand. Nancy, more relaxed : “You know my brother, Mike” y/n : “Mike is your brother ? oh that’s amazing ! yes, he’s very kind, and a good friend. I’m sure his sister is just as great as he is” she said with a smile. Nancy, slightly blushing : “Oh... you’re too nice, y/n” y/n : “I wish I could have talked longer to you, but I got the Plague waiting on me” she said, tapping on her book.

Nancy giggled, and had to put her hand before her mouth, so she wouldn’t make too much noise. The two girls said bye to each other, both happy that this first meeting went very well.

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Another week passed, and Eddie taught y/n how to play DnD. She took notes of it, and learned a lot about it in a small amount of time.  One Saturday afternoon, the Hellfire Club met for a campaign, and y/n had to go watch and take notes.

She had repaired her bike, painted it black, and changed the tires, so she could drive around again. She went to Hawkins High, parked the bike, and followed the hallway, with Eddie’s instructions written on a piece of paper

“door on the right  you walk long all the way door on the left”

y/n was wearing her winkle picker boots, black tights, a long skirt, a tank top with a large sweat over it, her leather jacket, a scarf and a beanie. It was still February after all. Eyeliner and lipstick. And all black, as per usual.

She finally found the door, with the sign on it. She could hear voices from inside, so she knocked and entered.

Everyone was here, getting ready for the campaign. They all saluted her, so did she, when she noticed an unfamiliar face. She walked to Lucas to introduce herself.

y/n : “Hi, i’m y/n.” Lucas looking up to her : “I’m Lucas Sinclair.” he looked at Eddie, looked back at her, and he sighed “Sorry, it’s not against you” he then turned back to Eddie “really ? I miss one week and you replaced me already ?” Eddie : “She’s not replacing you, and because you prefer to play this stupid ball game, she’s here in case you can’t come to one of our campaigns.” Lucas : “yeah, that’s what I said”

y/n, turned around, going to Dustin and Mike, while Eddie and Lucas were arguing.

y/n : “Well, I'm not welcomed here apparently, I should go home...” Dustin : “no no no ! It’s just that... Lucas has been very busy with the basketball team lately, they’re training for this big match next month, and he missed our last big campaign... this is why.”

y/n turned around, looking at the two young men arguing. She walked up to them, standing there. She cleared her throat, and the room went silent. All eyes were on her.

y/n : “Eddie, be a bit more comprehensive, Lucas must have a busy schedule from what I’ve heard.” she turned to Sinclair “Lucas, relax. I’m not here to steal anyone’s place, and certainly not yours. I came here to take notes, to learn.” she showed her notebook “And if one day you, or anyone in this room can’t make it for a campaign, then I’ll be happy to be a fire witch for one night. But for now, you are at your place, Lucas.” She said with a smile.

Suddenly the atmosphere became more relaxed. Eddie looked at y/n in awe. Is there one thing she couldn’t do ? he thought to himself. Also, her being this firm has ignited something in him... The campaign started, while y/n was sitting at the end of the table, but a bit further than the others. She watched the entire game, without a word, taking notes, and writing questions for later.

The campaign was a success, everyone was cheering. Lucas walked up to y/n, scratching his neck.

Lucas : “y/n ?” y/n : “yeah?” Lucas : “I’m sorry... earlier... I was a jerk” y/n : “You were not, no worries. I don’t have any hard feelings towards you”

They both smiled to each other, when y/n showed him her notes, and asking him questions about the game. Lucas answered happily, and they talked a lot about DnD, Lucas explaining a lot to her, while she was taking notes.

Eddie was looking at her from his throne, his elbows on his knees and fists under his chin. She was sitting at the table, easier to take notes from what Sinclair had to say. y/n had her back facing Eddie, when he noticed that her large sweat fell a bit on her shoulder, revealing her shoulder and her neck. His mind started to wander, as he imagined the softness of her skin. Him, touching it, with is fingers, his lips, his tongue...

“Eddie !”

Eddie jump scared in his seat, cursing the person who took him out of his transe.

Eddie : “Jesus what’s wrong with you Jeff ?” Jeff : “Well, we have a gig tonight, remember ?”

Keith, who was coming up to them, was looking where Eddie’a eyes were. He laughed softly and said “Well, can’t blame him”. Eddie smacked him in the arm, before standing up.

Eddie : “Well, gentlemen, Queen of the freaks. I don’t want to throw you out the window, but we have a gig tonight, so we must go.” y/n : “What ?? you got a gig tonight and NO one told me about it ?”

Everyone looked at her.

y/n : “I mean... I thought we were friends” she mimicked wiping fake tears off, which she earned a laugh from everyone.

Gareth, scratching his neck : “Well, we’re not rockstars...” y/n : “Yet.” She said with a finger in the air “But I don’t care, I want to see your band play ! If you want, of course...” Eddie : “y-yeah, of course ! Do you want to come with us directly ?” y/n : “yeah, I got my bike back, so I’ll follow you” Eddie, arching his brow : “y/n, what did I tell you ?” y/n : “you’re not going to drive me everywhere Munson, you’re not my taxi... Plus, you probably have all your instruments in your car. No worries, I’ll follow”.

Eddie sighed but accepted it. y/n was right. Everyone helped to clean the room, and the kids then left. It was Saturday night, after all, youngest had sleepovers, while the eldest could go out.

Eddie and the band all gathered together, trying to fit everything and everyone in the van. (remember it’s the 80s, all the shit they did back then is illegal now lmao)

While y/n biked towards the van, Eddie closed the backdoors of his van.

Eddie : “Okay, so I’ll try to drive as slow as possible. In case you can’t see the van anymore, just stop and I’ll drive back to you, okay ?” y/n : “got it !”

They left the parking lot, while y/n biked behind. She turned the light of her bike on while riding, pestering that she didn’t do it earlier. y/n still managed to follow Eddie’s van pretty easily, when they arrived at the bar.

The band went inside and started to get ready by unpacking their instruments and tuning them. y/n walked inside the bar, one drunk and the barman looked weirdly at her, while the other 4 were too drunk to even notice her. She sat at the bar and looked at the drinks.

Barman : “You sure you can handle my booze girl ?”

y/n looked at him dead in the eye, she took her jacket off, and pulled down the sleeve of her big sweat, revealing a big tattoo on her right shoulder.

y/n : “Is that enough proof for you that I'm old enough ?”

The barman kept eye contact, while the drunks looked at the silent exchange. A few seconds passed until the barman started to laugh, and asked y/n what she wanted. y/n relaxed, while putting her sleeve back in place.

y/n : “A beer please.” Barman, serving her a beer : “You know, I’ve never seen anyone look like you darling. You’re kinda scary, but hot at the same time.”

y/n giggled and thanked the barman, and walked to the stage, waiting for Corroded Coffin.

A few minutes passed by when all four guys went on stage. y/n was cheering for them like no one did before, and all of them were smiling. The first song started, and y/n was already handbanging.

From Eddie’s point of view, he was in a dream. He was playing with his band, and had a hot girl cheering and having fun on their music. And part of that cheering, was for him.

His fingers glided unconsciously on his electric guitar while thinking about that. Or maybe, not thinking, just feeling. The feeling of y/n’s eyes on him, that made him fluster.

The night went on, and when the last song finished, y/n made all the noise she could, and cheered and clapped for her friends. Said friends who were grinning and thanking her a lot. They started to unplug all the instruments and pack them, when Eddie jumped down the stage to go talk to her.

y/n : “Eddie ! you guys are great !” Eddie, blushing : “Thank you y/n...” y/n, taking Eddie’s hands : “and you !!! you’re such a good guitarist Eddie !”

Eddie had to turn his head because his cheeks were burning. When he looked at her again, she had stars in her eyes, and started to blush also.

Eddie, gripping y/n’s hands : “Thank you, that means... the world to me.” 

Eddie looked at her dead in the eye. His dark brown eyes melted into hers, she couldn’t resist his dark eyes, she was flustered and looked away. y/n looked down and noticed that they were still holding hands. She slowly ended the contact between them, muttering a sorry. Before Eddie could say anything, the barman called him to give him a drink.  One drunk started to talk with Eddie about fishing materials, while he ordered a beer. y/n was waiting next to him, when the door of the bar burst open.

Three male figures appeared. With green jackets.

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 28)

Series List

Y/n's pov

2 Days Later

"Just go have lunch already Steve! We'll be fine on our own. We're on our own when you're not working," I whine, trying to get Steve to finally take his break and go have his lunch. I know he'd been skipping a few of his lunches because we've only had one person in the store if he left. As cute as I thought it was because he was trying to look after Robin and me, I was starting to worry about his own health. Something he seemed to forget about when there was someone else he can look after. "I'll be fine not to eat now, I'll just eat something when I get home," Steve says, trying to come back behind the counter. I shake my head at him and place my hands on his chest to push him back. "No, that won't do at all. Either go have your lunch right now or I'm going steal some ice cream from the fridge and blame it on you," I tell him, pushing him further out of the store. Steve sighs at me and turns around, almost knocking me over in the process. "Fine, I'll go eat lunch. But I'll get the food, eat it and be right back here in like 30 minutes," He says before quickly walking out of the store. I smile in victory and move back behind the counter, Robin moving over next to me at the same time.

"What was that all about?" Robin asks me. I laugh a little and face her, leaning my hip against the counter. "I know he hasn't been going out for his lunch break. Either out of the store or in the back room. I was just making sure he finally ate something before going home. Our shifts are too long to be waiting that long. Especially Steve, considering how much I've seen him eat," I tell her. She smiles at me and says, "So you're keeping track of him now?" She smirks at me and looks over to the door. "Oh haha, I am not. Just noticed he wasn't eating." I whisper, also turning to the front of the store. "So, you ready to pick up your cousin tomorrow from camp?" Robin asks me. "Yes, so excited to have him back here. He can finally see Steve in the sailor's outfit," I smile, thinking of Dustin's reaction to how Steve looks in our uniform. I love the shorts on Steve. They were so high and I believe someone did it on purpose instead of an accident.

We spend the next few minutes talking about little things until a very unpleasant voice booms throughout the whole store. "L/n! Just the girl I wanted to see today," Jason yells, waving something in my and Robin's direction. I give him a weird look and move off of the counter, straightening to seem talker. "What do you want Carver?" I snap at him, wanting him to leave as soon as possible. He slams his hands with something in it on the counter and leans forward. "I have a surprise for you." He sickly smiles at the two of us. If we weren't at work I'd punch him right now. I look over to Robin and find her nervously looking down at the thing in Jason's hand. What the hell does he have to show me? "What is it?" I ask, noticing Steve walking back from the other side of the store. Jason's smile widens as he takes his hand off the photo laying on the bench. My eyes widen as I snatch the photo from Jason's reach. The photo was a picture of me clearly kissing Robin in the back of my car, Robin's back facing the camera. Something we haven't done since we were together. You could clearly make out me in the picture but Robin was a little blurred and I don't believe anyone else would think it was her. Plus her hair was a different colour from what it is now. I steal a glance at Robin to make sure she's ok but she looks absolutely terrified. Fuck, this could ruin Robin.

"What the hell is this Carver?" I ask, hoping that I could play it all off as not being me. "Oh come on, you know exactly what this is. It's you kissing a girl," Jason snaps at me. Fuck. "Why are you showing me this? What do you want Jason?" I ask, trying to stay as tough as I can while noticing Steve getting closer and closer to the store. He can not know about this. "Maybe you should go out with me. Say I'm your boyfriend and maybe this photo won't make it around the school and just disappear," He threatens, clearly proud of himself for the plan he came up with. "What about the other girl in the photo?" I ask, trying to work out if he knew it was Robin I was kissing. "I don't know who the fuck that is, no one seems to know. And I don't really care, so what do you say Y/n? Wanna jump on this train?" He smirks, putting his hand on mine. I pull it away and throw the photo in the trash where he can't get it. He probably has more but this means he can't show Steve when he walks in. "I don't care what you do to me in that hell whole. I am not going out with you Carver. Never in a million years you pig," I snap at him, turning away from him.

As I do that Steve finally walks into Scoops, noticing the tense energy right away. "Is everything ok in here?" He asks, looking right at me and Robin. Robin nods and walks into the back room. Jason stands up straight and gives Steve his best smile. "Well look who it is. Long time no see 'King Steve'," Jason says. Steve glares at him and asks me again, "Is everything ok?" We stare at each other for a second, Steve looking to see if I needed him to kick Jason out of here. I nod my head and say, "Everything's good hear, Jason was just leaving." I glare a Jason but he just smiles at the two of us. "Yeah, yeah, I was. See you at school Y/n. I'll make sure to send that photo out to everyone for you," Jason threatens as he walks out the door. God, I'm so fucked when I get back to school.

Steve walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Are you sure you're ok? You and Robin looked really scared and worried when I walked in," Steve asks again, grabbing my chin and turning my face to his. I try to give him a reassuring smile and say, "Yeah we are. He just came in to ask me out again. No big deal. Take the front for the both of us please." I get out of Steve's arms and run to the back where Robin is hiding. When I enter I find Robin crying with her head in her hands. I run over to her and pull her into my chest. "Hey sweetheart, don't cry. It's gonna be ok. We'll work it all out," I whisper, kissing the top of her head. "But what if it isn't? You are clearly seen kissing a girl in that picture Y/n." Robin whisper/yells, clearly not being able to handle the situation. "Hey, hey, hey," I whisper, pulling her up and holding her cheeks. I smile at her and say, "I'll be ok. I can deal with this shit for a year. If Jason wants to play this game I'll let him. I want to make sure you're ok though. I can change my mind if you're scared for yourself." Robin furiously shakes her head and says, "You can't tell it's me. No one will work that part out. I'm just worried about you." I smile at her and kiss her on the forehead. "I'll be ok Rob. How about tonight I take you home and we have a slumber party before I pick Dustin up tomorrow?" I ask her. She smiles at me, nodding her head and says, "Sounds good, how long till we close?" I look over to the clock and say, "2 hours." She laughs and walks to the bathroom. "I'll meet you and Steve out there in a second," Robin says, disappearing into the bathroom. I nod, even though she can't see me, and move back out the front to finish the rest of the shift with two of my favourite people.

Couple Hours Later

"What happened earlier with you and Jason earlier?" Steve asks me as he comes into the back room. I look up from the paperwork I was doing and say, "Nothing you need to worry about." I look back to the work, not focussing on it anymore, and Steve moves to sit down next to me. "I'm worried about you Y/n. i know Jason, I was him at one point, and you never liked him when I saw you all around each other. What was he talking about with the photo?" He moves his hand over mine, trying to get me to stop looking over at the work. "Look it's nothing you can do anything about. He was threatening me to show everyone the photo unless I dated him but I will not do that," I whisper, looking over at him. He looks concerned at me and asks, "What is the photo of?" I shake my head and say, "That's something for another time. I'm not ready to tell you just yet." 

Before Steve can say anything back we hear a rapid dinging of the bell out front. "Hey dingus, your children are here!" Robin yells back to us. Steve sighs and rolls his eyes before walking over to the window and opening it. "Again? Seriously?" Steve asks, knowing what the kids what him to do. He had made the mistake of letting the kids use the back to get into the movie theatre for free. Now every once in a while the kids come back and ask, or more like tell, Steve that they want to use the back room. He'd told them no more but they could get him in trouble if he doesn't.

The kids all look at him slightly annoyed and Mike rings the bell again. "God, just get them through that door already!" I yell at him, annoyed by the ringing of the bell. Steve rolls his eyes and motions for the kids to come into the back and follow him. They all run to the back door and Steve opens the back door to the secret area of the mall. "Come on, Come on," I hear Steve say to them. "I swear, if anybody hears about this..." I hear Steve yell at the kids as I assume they make down the hall to the movies. "We're dead!" I hear them all yell back. I stand up from my seat and look at Steve standing in his mum pose. I laugh at him causing him to look over at me questioningly. "What?" He asks, sighing and closing the door to the bad. "You look so much like a mum right now," I tell him as I continue to laugh at the image in my head. "Whatever," he whispers as he moves back to the front of the store, me laughing as I follow behind him.

While we serve people at the front the lights throughout the mall go out. Stiffen a little bit and grab onto Steve's arm, scared something is gonna come to get us. "That's weird," Steve whispers, grabbing onto my hand and moving us over to the light switch. "Everything's ok honey," Steve whispers to me as he tries to flick the light switch. He continues to flick the switch and looks over to Robin as she walks over to us. "That isn't gonna work dingus," She tells him, having had enough of his shit for a day. "Oh really?" Steve sarcastically asks her, starting to flick the switch a lot quicker than before. "God you're an idiot," I whisper, walking over to Robin and holding her arm instead. The lights start to come back on and Steve smiles sweetly at me. "Let there be light," Steve says, looking right at Robin, before moving back to get the ice cream for the kid.

[munsonburnslikehellfire86]

Heather, Kiss Me.--part 2

pairing: eddie x steve

summary: eddie's in love with steve. steve doesn't know.

warning: 18+, sexual content ahead. alcohol use. friends to lovers.

word count: 1,320

song inspo: again, Heather by Conan Grey, but now, add Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

etc.: this is kinda all over the place. don't worry, the next one will be longggggggg

p.s.: love u

(you can click here to read it on ao3, too!)

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand

Put your arm ‘round her shoulder, now I’m getting colder.

But how could I hate her? She’s such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead.

Steve and Nancy had been back together for exactly 3 months, now. Not that Eddie was keeping count--well, okay he was. He couldn’t lie about it. It wasn’t like he was lounging around their usual hangout spots, just hoping to catch Steve’s eye the one time that it mattered. Okay, maybe he was doing that too. 

Torturing himself was what made him different, Eddie thought. He wasn’t like those love-sick school girls. This is different, he convinced himself. 

Eddie tossed a half a slice of pizza down on the table, not listening to what Dustin and Will were arguing about concerning their latest D&D adventure. He couldn’t focus on D&D right now, or hasn’t been able to focus since New Years Eve. He knew Steve and Nancy still had feelings for each other, but didn’t figure they’d be willing to get back together. 

“Eddie, are you even listening?” Dustin grumbles, slapping at his arm. Eddie groans in response, shoving Dustin off and not blinking as he watches across the arcade to where Nancy was sat in Steve’s lap, feeding him french fries as though he couldn’t feed himself. Disgusting, he thought.

“Yes, yes, I think that the demogorgon could survive a slicing of an arm, it’s just an arm. It can still eat you.” He shrugs, shaking his head. “Can we go?” He had finally had enough of torturing himself, raising from the bench he was seated on.

Eddie began walking toward the exit, at the same time that Nancy laughed loudly when Steve nibbled at a fry and her finger when she attempted to feed him. It made his throat close with pain, looking over at them with cloudy eyes but unable to force himself to look away. “They’re miserably in love.” He comments quietly to Dustin, pretending as though he didn’t care. 

Shoving the door to the arcade open, Eddie struts across the parking lot to his van. It could be him, in there with Steve, he thought. But then again, it could never be him in Steve’s lap, being playfully bitten and tickled as they fed each other. It was never meant to be. 

Why would you ever kiss me?

I’m not even half as pretty.

You gave her your sweater, it’s just polyester.

You like her better…

Wish I were Heather. 

---

Settle down with me,

Cover me up

Cuddle me in

Lie down with me

Hold me in your arms.

As the designated parents, many a sleep-over were hosted at the Harrington Hotel. Eddie would pick everyone up and bring them over in his van, and Steve would prepare the beds on the floor of the living room, all close together and cuddled up on each other. Steve would also prepare the snacks, because obviously Steve is domestic enough to make sure the kids are fed. 

As he was plating lasagna that Robin had helped him make over the past 2 hours, he heard the grumble of Eddie’s van approaching his garage. He smiled when he heard the cheering of the kids, then laughed as everyone burst through the front door and into the kitchen to pummel Steve with hugs and friendly punches. 

“Hey, hey, alright now, dinner is ready, everyone grab a plate. If you get tomato sauce on my carpet, you’re licking it up yourself, ‘lright?” he jokes, handing everyone forks as they all grab a plate of lasagna. 

Finally, behind everyone as they all run out of the kitchen and to the living room to claim their rightful spots, Eddie appears. He looks exhausted, bags under his eyes and hair tied back on his neck in an unbrushed mess. Steve dropped his smile as soon as the kids turned their backs, brushing a hand through his hair and sighing. Nancy had broken up with Steve just a few days prior, and he was still a little sore from the sudden heartbreak. 

“Any left?” Robin says, coming into the kitchen with an empty plate already. “Dustin says it’s ‘divine,’ and to compliment the chef. So I think my hair looks great today.” She says, complimenting herself, eliciting a chuckle from both Steve and Eddie. 

“Yeah, here you go.” Steve plates another slice, clapping his hands off with only two slices left in the pan. He looks across the kitchen to where Eddie was leaning against the doorframe, just watching him. 

“Hungry?” he asks, grabbing another plate and beginning to plate a slice for Eddie. Steve had always been an ‘acts of service’ type of guy. If anything, it helped distract his mind from the ache in his heart. 

“No, not really. You go ahead.” Eddie nods toward him, shaking a hand at the plate. He watches Steve take a bite of the lasagna, noticing how Steve wasn’t really making eye contact with him. 

“Sorry. About Nancy.” He comments quietly, not wanting to say much more. Honestly, Eddie had cheered with joy when he heard they split from Robin, but had to conceal his happines and hopefulness for the future for just long enough to be tender to Steve’s aching heart.

“Yeah.” Steve said quietly, shaking his head a little. “Second time wasn’t the charm.” He shrugs, putting his half-eaten lasagna down on the counter. 

---

Your heart’s against my chest

Your lips pressed to my neck

I’m falling for your eyes

But they don’t know me yet

With a feeling I’ll forget

I’m in love now.

They sat in a quiet, nearly uncomfortable silence for almost a second too long before Eddie pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “Smoke?” he asked quietly, already putting a cigarette between his lips and heading for the back door off of the kitchen. 

Steve nodded, though he didn’t typically smoke. He followed after Eddie, taking a seat next to him on the porch step. Eddie lit the cigarette between his lips, taking a long drag before removing it and offering it to Steve, who took it to Eddie’s surprise. 

Steve took a drag from the cigarette, not loving the burning feeling of it in his throat, but exhaling with a satisfied groan anyways. 

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment longer, just passing the cigarette back and forth until it was almost burnt out. Eddie typically didn’t feel weird in Steve’s presence, but something was different tonight. He couldn’t pinpoint what, but something was off. 

“What time d’ya suppose the children will be asleep tonight?” Steve questions jokingly, bringing Eddie out of his own thoughts and glancing back at the cracked open back door that cuts through to the living room, seeing everyone still eating and chattering along obliviously. 

“Late,” Eddie says, pulling another cigarette from his pack and lighting it, giving this one directly to Steve before taking one more for himself. “Dustin rented three movies from Family Video, so I figure maybe two or three this morning.” 

Steve grumbles at that, shaking his head. “Bought a new record the other day, we can listen to it in my room if you want.” This catches Eddie’s attention--a direct invitation to not participate in movie night? Count him in. However, it also set in stone that something was up. Typically, Steve is in the middle of everyone during movie night, covered in lanky body parts of everyone around him who was either watching the movie or had already fallen asleep. To not want to be included in this, to not want to be surrounded by his friends, and only want Eddie’s company…something was off. 

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eddie shakes it off, finishing his cigarette and standing. “Let’s get them set up so they don’t bother us.” He nods toward the living room, heading inside with Steve. 

[theshireisburningbaby86]

Heather, Kiss Me. --part 2

pairing: eddie x steve

summary: eddie’s in love with steve. steve doesn’t know.

warning: 18+, sexual content ahead. alcohol use. friends to lovers.

word count: 1,320

song inspo: again, Heather by Conan Grey, but now, add Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

etc.: this is kinda all over the place. don’t worry, the next one will be longggggggg

p.s.: love u

(you can click here to read it on ao3, too!)

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand

Put your arm ‘round her shoulder, now I’m getting colder.

But how could I hate her? She’s such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead.

Steve and Nancy had been back together for exactly 3 months, now. Not that Eddie was keeping count–well, okay he was. He couldn’t lie about it. It wasn’t like he was lounging around their usual hangout spots, just hoping to catch Steve’s eye the one time that it mattered. Okay, maybe he was doing that too.

Torturing himself was what made him different, Eddie thought. He wasn’t like those love-sick school girls. This is different, he convinced himself.

Eddie tossed a half a slice of pizza down on the table, not listening to what Dustin and Will were arguing about concerning their latest D&D adventure. He couldn’t focus on D&D right now, or hasn’t been able to focus since New Years Eve. He knew Steve and Nancy still had feelings for each other, but didn’t figure they’d be willing to get back together.

“Eddie, are you even listening?” Dustin grumbles, slapping at his arm. Eddie groans in response, shoving Dustin off and not blinking as he watches across the arcade to where Nancy was sat in Steve’s lap, feeding him french fries as though he couldn’t feed himself. Disgusting, he thought.

“Yes, yes, I think that the demogorgon could survive a slicing of an arm, it’s just an arm. It can still eat you.” He shrugs, shaking his head. “Can we go?” He had finally had enough of torturing himself, raising from the bench he was seated on.

Eddie began walking toward the exit, at the same time that Nancy laughed loudly when Steve nibbled at a fry and her finger when she attempted to feed him. It made his throat close with pain, looking over at them with cloudy eyes but unable to force himself to look away. “They’re miserably in love.” He comments quietly to Dustin, pretending as though he didn’t care.

Shoving the door to the arcade open, Eddie struts across the parking lot to his van. It could be him, in there with Steve, he thought. But then again, it could never be him in Steve’s lap, being playfully bitten and tickled as they fed each other. It was never meant to be.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I’m not even half as pretty.

You gave her your sweater, it’s just polyester.

You like her better…

Wish I were Heather.

—

Settle down with me,

Cover me up

Cuddle me in

Lie down with me

Hold me in your arms.

As the designated parents, many a sleep-over were hosted at the Harrington Hotel. Eddie would pick everyone up and bring them over in his van, and Steve would prepare the beds on the floor of the living room, all close together and cuddled up on each other. Steve would also prepare the snacks, because obviously Steve is domestic enough to make sure the kids are fed.

As he was plating lasagna that Robin had helped him make over the past 2 hours, he heard the grumble of Eddie’s van approaching his garage. He smiled when he heard the cheering of the kids, then laughed as everyone burst through the front door and into the kitchen to pummel Steve with hugs and friendly punches.

“Hey, hey, alright now, dinner is ready, everyone grab a plate. If you get tomato sauce on my carpet, you’re licking it up yourself, ‘lright?” he jokes, handing everyone forks as they all grab a plate of lasagna.

Finally, behind everyone as they all run out of the kitchen and to the living room to claim their rightful spots, Eddie appears. He looks exhausted, bags under his eyes and hair tied back on his neck in an unbrushed mess. Steve dropped his smile as soon as the kids turned their backs, brushing a hand through his hair and sighing. Nancy had broken up with Steve just a few days prior, and he was still a little sore from the sudden heartbreak.

“Any left?” Robin says, coming into the kitchen with an empty plate already. “Dustin says it’s ‘divine,’ and to compliment the chef. So I think my hair looks great today.” She says, complimenting herself, eliciting a chuckle from both Steve and Eddie.

“Yeah, here you go.” Steve plates another slice, clapping his hands off with only two slices left in the pan. He looks across the kitchen to where Eddie was leaning against the doorframe, just watching him.

“Hungry?” he asks, grabbing another plate and beginning to plate a slice for Eddie. Steve had always been an ‘acts of service’ type of guy. If anything, it helped distract his mind from the ache in his heart.

“No, not really. You go ahead.” Eddie nods toward him, shaking a hand at the plate. He watches Steve take a bite of the lasagna, noticing how Steve wasn’t really making eye contact with him.

“Sorry. About Nancy.” He comments quietly, not wanting to say much more. Honestly, Eddie had cheered with joy when he heard they split from Robin, but had to conceal his happines and hopefulness for the future for just long enough to be tender to Steve’s aching heart.

“Yeah.” Steve said quietly, shaking his head a little. “Second time wasn’t the charm.” He shrugs, putting his half-eaten lasagna down on the counter.

—

Your heart’s against my chest

Your lips pressed to my neck

I’m falling for your eyes

But they don’t know me yet

With a feeling I’ll forget

I’m in love now.

They sat in a quiet, nearly uncomfortable silence for almost a second too long before Eddie pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “Smoke?” he asked quietly, already putting a cigarette between his lips and heading for the back door off of the kitchen.

Steve nodded, though he didn’t typically smoke. He followed after Eddie, taking a seat next to him on the porch step. Eddie lit the cigarette between his lips, taking a long drag before removing it and offering it to Steve, who took it to Eddie’s surprise.

Steve took a drag from the cigarette, not loving the burning feeling of it in his throat, but exhaling with a satisfied groan anyways.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment longer, just passing the cigarette back and forth until it was almost burnt out. Eddie typically didn’t feel weird in Steve’s presence, but something was different tonight. He couldn’t pinpoint what, but something was off.

“What time d’ya suppose the children will be asleep tonight?” Steve questions jokingly, bringing Eddie out of his own thoughts and glancing back at the cracked open back door that cuts through to the living room, seeing everyone still eating and chattering along obliviously.

“Late,” Eddie says, pulling another cigarette from his pack and lighting it, giving this one directly to Steve before taking one more for himself. “Dustin rented three movies from Family Video, so I figure maybe two or three this morning.”

Steve grumbles at that, shaking his head. “Bought a new record the other day, we can listen to it in my room if you want.” This catches Eddie’s attention–a direct invitation to not participate in movie night? Count him in. However, it also set in stone that something was up. Typically, Steve is in the middle of everyone during movie night, covered in lanky body parts of everyone around him who was either watching the movie or had already fallen asleep. To not want to be included in this, to not want to be surrounded by his friends, and only want Eddie’s company…something was off.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eddie shakes it off, finishing his cigarette and standing. “Let’s get them set up so they don’t bother us.” He nods toward the living room, heading inside with Steve.

[screwtoddstevesherdaddynow]

Chapter 3: “Harrington?!”

Once in the cafeteria, I grabbed a tray and got a spot in line. The line progressed further along and I had been looking over the options that were sitting available. None were too appealing except the grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup. I paid for the lunch and made my way to Robin and I’s lunch table. When I reached my normal spot, I sat my tray down on the table and then sat in my chair. There was sudden feeling that I was being stared at while opening my milk. Looking up to meet whomever’s gaze it was, I sipped my milk.

“Yes Robin?” I asked after taking another sip.

“Uh do you know that you’re wearing the shirt Dustin and them wear for that club?” Robin asked with a furrowed brow. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be teased or if she was actually concerned.

“Yes I’m aware.” I laughed a little too loud. “I asked Eddie if he had another shirt. This was it.”

“Hmm okay. Well anyways I have a game tonight after school.” Robin changed the subject like she been waiting to. “It’s out of town so the band will get to leave early to follow the team.”

“You want me to call Steve and let him know?” I asked while biting into my sandwich. This happened time to time. Robin was in band and played trumpet. She had been first chair, which is a huge deal. Being first chair meant you were automatically invited to away games for the different sports teams. Which meant Steve would only be picking me up from school.

“Well since it’s Friday, he’s working late because he’s taking my shift too.” Robin started to twiddle a piece of straw paper between her fingers. She looked nervous.

“Robin, it’s okay. I’ll call my dad. Heck, I could walk home too.” I shrugged. This seemed to have lessen the tension. “I could even walk to the video store.”

“Isn’t that pretty far? I mean what if you get picked up by kidnappers? Or you get lost.” She rambled on. “Worse! You decide to hop on the back of some guy’s hog and become a biker’s old lady.”

“Woah! Woah woah woah! Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” I waved my hands in front of her face to somehow stop her from saying any other obscene things.

“Rosie, I see you as the little sister I always wanted. Even though we are both 18. Also we look nothing alike…” More rambling from her. I smiled and shook my head. I loved Robin and her quirks.

“Yes I know, but you worry.” I chuckled. She sounded like Steve. “I will figure out something.”

She took a breath and relaxed. I think she knew that she was being a tad overprotective. I was someone who could handle my own. I didn’t take any bull from anyone. Stood my ground when needed. Robin knew that too. But it was Robin and she was a worried wart at times. Once she was relaxed, we continued our conversation with other topics. Discussing more about what I could possibly paint for my assignment. Also talked about her maybe talking to Vicky more. Vicky was a band mate that she became friends with instantly. However, Robin was crushing on her. So much so, that even I know Vicky’s favorite color, which is teal. I also know that Robin makes it a point to bring her up in conversation. Even when Steve and I are talking about something completely out there, she beams with a fact about her special crush. It was cute though, her eyes were always twinkling when she spoke of Vicky. It made me happy to know that she found someone she cared about. If only she could work up the courage to make a move. I knew she had her reasons. We all knew if something happened or was said, the kids here would take it and make it something it wasn’t. She’d be labeled a freak or worse. Steve would tell her to just ignore them and remember who she was. It wasn’t that easy and he knew. That’s when I’d try to bring the conversation back to a happier note. Both of us girls being relieved that he’d just go along with the change. I guess that’s what made us work, as a group.

The rest of the afternoon had went by fast. Last bell rang and the halls filled with students. Overheard some making plans for the weekend, while others were getting pumped for the game tonight. Once at my locker, I put my books away and grabbed the ones I needed for my homework. Then an idea came to me. I could hangout in the art room and paint while waiting for my ride. Smiled to myself knowing that I had a spare key. Miss Haven had given it to me and told me that as long as I cleaned up afterwords, I could use it anytime. Once the school was mostly empty, I made my way to the art room. Being careful to be conspicuous. I unlocked the door and went in. Alone time, with my supplies and some blank canvases.

—————————————————————————

Time had escaped me when painting. I took a pause and looked out the window. It was dark outside and there were sudden bursts of light. After that, a big boom of thunder happened. Rain followed. Seeing that it wasn’t going to stop soon, I took it as a sign to maybe clean up my space. I would try to use the pay phone and call Steve to see when he’d be on his way. As soon as everything was cleaned and put away, I left the room and locked the door. The rain was coming down hard. Thunder booming through the silence while walking to the payphone. I reached in my back pack to pull some change out. Searching frantically, I couldn’t find any. Not even a penny.

“Fuck! I cannot believe this.” I cursed under my breath and zipped up my backpack. Looking around the parking lot to see if maybe Steve was here and I might have missed him. Under one of the lamp posts were two cars and a van. They were parked in front of the back entrance to our auditorium. At that moment the doors had sprung wide open and a group walked out. They were all laughing and messing with each other walking to the vehicles. Some of the group split off and got into the cars. They were loud as they yelled from their respective vehicles. One of the cars sped out of parking lot, the other following suit shortly after. All that was left had been the van. It sat there. Still quiet with no engine running. No lights on inside. Debated to myself whether I should run over to them. Maybe they’d be nice enough to spare a ride. It had to have been a student, right? I grasped my backpack close to my chest. Stupidly I decided to run over to them before losing the possible ride home.

Running to the van, I began to get soaked. Rain was coming down harder. I had the art room key placed between my fingers, like a talon. Remembering the trick Steve taught me with his car keys. He said it was for self defense. I knocked on the driver’s side window once I had gotten to the van.

“Harrington?!” It was Eddie Munson, but of course. I was starting to think that no matter my misfortune, he was at the other end. This was the third time I’ve ran an into an issue and he was there. He sorta smiled at me like he was pleased in some way. I gestured to the passenger door and he motioned for me to the other side. Once opening the door, I quickly jumped in and sat on the seat next to him.

“Thanks Eddie.” I sighed with relief.

“What are you still doing here?” He switched on a small overhead light and looked at me. With the faint glow, his face was more visible. His eyes dark, but had a twinkle. His hair soaked by the rain. Pushing his bangs back out of his face.

“Steve had a late shift. Robin had band.” I continued. The next part came out with no control. “I am lucky enough to have a spare key to the art room. Painted a little bit. Stayed behind waiting for Steve.”

“You have a key?” Eddie chuckled.

“Forget I mentioned it. I am stupid, I wasn’t supposed to say anything.” I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Hey it’s cool. I have one too. Janitor left it for me and the Hellfire Club.” He flashed a golden key between us. I laughed and shivered as I held my key up. He took notice, putting his spare key down. Picked up another set and put one in the ignition of the van. Eddie started the van to let it warm up. “Do you need a ride?”

I nodded at him and put my seatbelt on. He did not. The headlights came on and he put the vehicle in drive. We left the school parking lot to go home. I started to feel more comfortable when I felt the heating vents project more warmth. As Eddie drove, he had been drumming his fingers on the steering wheel like he had been listening to a song. As cars passed us by, their headlights would shine towards us. That’s when I noticed he had rings on his left hand. One for every finger. They looked metal and had very intricate designs. He must’ve noticed me looking, because smiled and continued to drive.

“You never said why you were there this late.” I spoke up to cut the silence.

“You never asked.” He said as a matter of fact.

“Okay, why were you at the school so late?” I gave in and asked him. He grinned before responding.

“Hellfire Club met for D&D tonight. Every Friday in the drama room.” Eddie was informative. “I’m the Dungeon Master. I hold campaigns or what some would call a game. Each Friday, we bring these campaigns to life and play them out. Fantasy game.”

“Oh yeah, Dustin talks about it a lot.” I said realizing, this was the infamous club Dustin and Mike were a part of. Lucas too, but I never seen him wear the shirt.

“Does he?” I seen Eddie raise a brow with that question. I could tell that he was waiting to hear whether it was good or bad.

“All the time. When he’s not talking about Suzie.” I left out a small chuckle. It was true, if it wasn’t Hellfire, it was Suzie. Vice versa. But it was adorable because he talked so highly of both.

“Oh Suzie. Yes I’m familiar with that topic.” said Eddie. He chuckled too. He understood what I was saying.

“Yes. He loves her.” I explained further. “He loves the club too. He stopped me this afternoon to ask if I was gonna join.”

“Wait.. what?” Eddie shot a quick glance my way. I pointed at the shirt I had on and he looked back at the road. I heard him laugh.

“What is so funny?” I asked confused.

“You still have that on?” He asked shaking his head.

“Well it was this, or my stained shirt… in which you stained, or going topless to where everyone would see my bra.” I shrugged. I looked over his way and saw his face perk up. He had a smirk on his face.

Before I knew it, I seen my front porch light. Eddie had pulled into the driveway of our house. Steve’s car wasn’t home yet. He probably was still working. I unhooked my seatbelt and turned to face Eddie.

“Um thanks for the ride. I’ll get this shirt washed and back to you.” Shyly the words came from mouth.

“Nah keep it. Looks better on you anyway.” He gave me a wink with a smile. It was hard not to smile back. There was something about his that seemed genuine. I was about to say something, then I heard my name being called from behind.

“Rosie?!” I turned to see Steve had just pulled in the driveway. He was yelling from his window. Rolling my eyes, I waved goodbye to Eddie and got out of the van. Walked towards the front door and when I got there, I turned to look over my shoulder. Eddie backed out and then sped off like he had from the school.

After getting through the front door, I stopped myself. My cheeks felt warm and had sort of a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. But the one thing that caught me, the grin I felt on my face. Only question I had now, was why?

Sorry this is sort of a long chapter. I’m gonna get started on the 4th. Please let me know what you think!! 😁