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Your Dasher is Nearby ❤

(Inspired by a TikTok that I can no longer find the link to 🙈)

For @pearynice - Happy Birthday bestie! ILY! 🥰😘🤗

Steddie | Explicit | WC:6672 | AO3

After fighting with the finicky lock on his front door for almost a full five minutes, Steve slunk inside, reveling in the hush of his quiet, if lonely, abode after an exhausting day at work. Robin had only moved out a few weeks ago, and he still wasn’t quite used to coming home to an empty house. Don’t get him wrong, he was happy for her, he just wished she could have settled down with a girlfriend that didn’t live so fucking far away.

Technically, it was a reasonable forty-five minute drive from Hawkins to Indianapolis, but when you were used to seeing someone every single day, even a mile down the road felt as far off as the moon.

It probably didn’t help that today was his birthday, the first he’d have to spend alone since he and Robin had met, slinging ice-cream together one summer after high school and became instant best friends. They had plans for a sleepover on the weekend to celebrate, but that didn’t stop Steve wishing she were there now. Not to mention the fact that the only happy birthday texts he’d gotten all day had been from Robin, and a few of the kids he used to babysit, who weren’t really kids anymore. There hadn’t been a call, text, or so much as an email with one of those shitty e-cards full of low-resolution sparkly roses and balloons from either of his parents. 

Not that he’d expected any different, but it stung all the same.

After a long hot shower that sadly did nothing to lift his mood, Steve stood in front of his refrigerator and sighed. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised to find it bare, it wasn’t as if he'd been grocery shopping recently, but for some reason those empty glass shelves staring back at him like an accusation of how badly he was taking care of himself, were the last straw.

He slammed the fridge door, spinning on his heel to stomp like a petulant child over to the couch, not even bothering to switch the living room lamp on. If he was going to cry he might as well do it in the dark. The first tear slid down his cheek as he hugged a throw pillow to his chest. From there, the floodgates opened when he realized the cushion he clutched still smelled faintly of Robin’s perfume.

God he was pitiful. 

He was twenty-four—er—twenty-five, not five, and much too old to be acting like such a baby.

In the middle of his pity-party for one, Steve's phone vibrated in his sweatpants pocket. He pulled it out in a rush, equal parts hoping for a message from his mom, and dreading it. Only to be disappointed yet again.

It was a stupid notification from DoorDash. A coupon code, no doubt pushed to him because of the day. These companies all had far too much of people’s personal information. Some days Steve would swear his phone was actually picking up on his conversations. Dustin said he was being paranoid, but Steve knew better. Maybe it wasn’t the NSA or some other secret government agency, but someone was listening.

He was sure of it.

You deserve a treat. Use code 30FROMDD for 30% off.  Offer expires 3/20/25. $12 order minimum required. Terms apply.

Hmm…

He was supposed to be saving money now that he had to cover the mortgage alone. Of course, he’d considered the idea of looking for another roommate, and eventually he would have to, but he wasn’t ready to see anyone else in Robin’s space yet.

Fuck it, he thought, lifting the bottom hem of his white tank top to wipe at his eyes. It was his birthday dammit. 

He did deserve a treat.

Steve kept it modest, finding Benny’s within the app and adding his usual cheat meal to the cart, a double bacon cheeseburger, fries, and a slice of chocolate cake for good measure. His finger hovered above the order button for a moment before he decided to say fuck it, again, and added a six pack of beer from the convenience store around the corner and a small pack of birthday candles. 

He finished the transaction quickly and closed out of the app before he could change his mind and talk himself out of it, then decided to indulge in one more thing, calling Robin on FaceTime.

She answered on the first ring, already singing to him as the video call connected.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Dinguuuuuuuuuuus, Happy Birthday to you!”

God he loved her.

He laughed, feeling the first genuine smile he’d given all day stretch over his mouth as he leaned back into the couch, holding the phone up near his face.

“Thanks for that,” he said sarcastically, but really meaning it wholeheartedly.

“Aw, honey,” Robin squinted, leaning closer to her own screen. “Your hair’s wet. What’s wrong?”

She would notice that.

Steve raked a hand through his dripping locks self consciously. They’d lived together long enough for her to know how much he hated letting it air dry. It always lacked his signature fullness when left to its own devices, but pulling out his hair dryer and round brush tonight felt like way too much effort.

“Nothing,” he said through a heavy exhale. “Just the usual.”

And of course that was all the context Robin needed to guess at the heart of the issue.

She sneered, nose wrinkling in disgust. “Remind me to punch your parents in their stupid faces if I ever meet them.”

“Will do,” he said with a little mocking salute.

“I’m serious!” She insisted, dragging a finger across her throat in a, surprisingly terrifying, cutting gesture. “Richard and Donna’s days are numbered.”

Steve choked on a snort. “I’m sure they’re shaking in their boots.”

“As they should be.” Robin gave a decisive nod, satisfied that her thinly veiled threats to him over the phone would somehow make their way to his parents, wherever they were. “On to happier topics then. We’re still on for this weekend, right?”

Steve rolled his eyes, lounging back onto the couch and kicking his socked feet up on the coffee table. “Obviously.”

“I’m just checking!” She squeaked defensively. “For all I know you’ve lined up a date or something since we made these plans.”

“Who’s going on a date?” Another feminine voice trilled from somewhere off camera.

Robin lifted her eyes, looking in the distance as she answered. “Steve.”

Steve tilted his head back with a sigh. These fucking lesbians were relentless. “I’m not going on a—”

Suddenly a second face filled his phone’s screen, Chrissy, her strawberry blonde hair falling in both her and Robin’s faces, as she mashed their cheeks together. “Who’s the lucky guy taking our little birthday boy out on the town?” She asked.

“There’s no guy—or girl. Robin’s being annoying.” Steve made sure to emphasize the or, since the two of them liked to go around pretending they forgot that Steve was ‘half straight’, as Robin would say. He knew it was only her way of lovingly trying to get a rise out of him, but there would be no bi-erasure in his house! Teasing or not.

Chrissy pouted. “Oh boo, you’re no fun.”

It’s not like Steve didn’t want to date, he was just feeling a little gun-shy after the whole Tommy fiasco. Robin and Chrissy had both been on him for weeks about getting back out there, constantly trying to set him up with some friend of Chrissy’s who still lived in town. He had a feeling that encouragement was about to get ten times worse now that Robin wasn’t there to keep an eye on him herself.

Robin shoved at Chrissy’s shoulder, knocking her out of frame. “Babe, be nice.” 

“You started it.” Chrissy retaliated with a tickle attack, or so Steve assumed based on the way Robin began shrieking like a banshee, and the fact that his view through the phone suddenly became erratic, swinging around wildly. 

Adorable as all this was, the Blair Witch style cinematography they were subjecting him to was making him nauseous, and maybe a little jealous of their relationship.

“Hey,” he called out, clearing his throat. “I think I'm gonna let you guys go. Thanks for the song, Rob.”

“No, wait, Steve—” Robin shouted, shushing Chrissy. The world around her stopped spinning as she seemed to settle on her back, laying down on the carpet and holding the phone above her. “You sure?” 

He knew she'd stay on the phone with him all night if he needed her to, but that idea only made him feel more pathetic. 

“Yeah. My takeout is gonna be here soon anyway.” Steve said with a smile, trying hard to make it reach his eyes so she’d believe he was okay. “Love you, see you in a few days.”

After a brief pause with a wrinkled brow she finally gave in and smiled back. “Love you too, Dingus.”

Steve rubbed at his face, pocketing his phone before getting up to finally switch the lights on, the TV too for some background noise, and found he was actually feeling a little better after seeing Robin’s face, the sting of the day fading into the background a bit. He puttered around for a while, straightening the house, even managing to throw a load of laundry in the wash before his pocket buzzed again. 

Eddie is approaching with your order.

He tapped the notification, opening the app so he could see exactly how close he was to being in hamburger bliss, thrilled to find his dasher was mere blocks away, only for his stomach to drop half a second later.

In his hurry to order he’d completely forgotten to add a tip, and no matter how hard he jabbed at his screen, the stupid app wouldn’t let him go back and change it now. The way Steve saw it, he had two options—stiff this poor Eddie guy on his tip, or meet him outside with cash. Which was… probably a super weird thing to do, but it beat having someone, who now knew where he lived, thinking he was an asshole.

Eddie yawned, stretching his arms up as far as the roof of the van would allow while he waited for the light to turn green. He was stiff, exhausted from his shift at Thatcher’s and had only taken the time to have a quick shower and wolf down a burrito from the gas station before accepting his first order. 

The last thing he felt like doing after slaving away under chassis and over car engines all day, was drive around all night delivering food to the ungrateful masses. But, Wayne’s hospital bills weren’t going to pay themselves. Getting into a fender bender wasn’t cheap these days. It was fine, they’d manage, but he didn't want the old coot hurting himself by trying to go back to work at the plant with a broken goddamn arm. Honestly Eddie was just grateful his uncle had made it out of the accident in one piece. He’d work a second job for the rest of his life if he had to, so long as his surrogate father stayed around for a good long time. 

Who else would walk him down the aisle some day? That is, if Eddie could ever land a date again. 

He’d had his fair share of short-lived relationships and a few steamy one and two night stands, but he’d yet to find someone worth settling in for the long haul. Or, hell, find someone who was even interested in the long haul. Not that he didn’t appreciate the simple joy of a random hookup now and again, but sometimes he felt like the last hopeless romantic in a generation full of peers who didn’t believe in love anymore.

The first few runs of the night were business as usual, mainly fast food pick-ups and quick, easy, no-contact drop offs. He couldn’t help thinking if he kept up this pace he might even be able to knock off early enough to get a full eight hours of sleep.

Optimism wasn’t usually his gig, which probably should have been the first red flag that the night was about to take a turn.

Lost in the groove, he accepted the next order without really looking at the details, annoyed to realize it not only involved two stops, but this Steve prick hadn’t even selected a tip. 

Eddie raced to the first destination, speed the one way to make this order worthwhile now, and hoped the guy’s food was bagged and ready to go. It was, thankfully, and he snatched the bag off the counter with barely a wave at the worker standing behind it, sprinting back out the door.

There was a brief hold-up at the second spot, the same combination gas station corner-store Eddie had procured his dinner from earlier, something about candles that were out of stock—he wasn’t really listening and the app would notify the customer anyway—but he was on his way soon enough, breaking traffic laws left and right to get across town in record time. 

After double checking that he was at the right address, Eddie parked on the street in front of a mailbox shaped like an ice cream truck all done up in pastels, and despite it all found himself smiling as he got out of the van. It was a small, quaint one-story house, with a well-loved vintage BMW parked in the drive. The sky was growing dark, but a pair of bright porch lights provided enough of a glow to reveal old wood siding painted a light robin’s egg blue and an immaculate lawn dotted with brightly colored kitschy ornaments, statues, and one very large pink bird bath in the center of it.

Not at all what Eddie had been expecting, for some reason.

Bags in hand, he headed up the walkway, assuming he’d be leaving the order on the front porch like usual, but as he got closer to the house the front door swung open and a man stepped out, padding determinately down the front steps.

His hair was slicked back, damp as though he were fresh from the shower, with a tight white tank top stretched across his ample chest, thick hair curling up over the neckline. To top it all off, the wet-dream look was completed with the most sinful pair of gray sweatpants imaginable, that did absolutely nothing to conceal the monster hiding beneath the deceptively plain fabric.

And his face?

Eddie nearly tripped over a garden gnome wearing a little rainbow cap because he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the man’s warm hazel eyes, pouty pink lips, chiselled jaw, and lightly tanned skin peppered with beauty marks.

Fuck he was pretty.

Almost intimidatingly so, and had Eddie run into the guy in any other setting he might have felt exactly that. Christ, if he looked this good bumming around at home he must have been an absolute knockout when he was dressed up for a night out. But right now like this, walking towards Eddie over the lawn with no shoes? He looked soft, sweet.

And exactly Eddie’s type.

“Steve?” He asked, just to be sure, and was rewarded with the sight of this beautiful adonis of a man grinning shyly, nodding yes as his cheeks flushed pink. 

Eddie melted on the spot. He’d always adored the idea of love at first sight, not that he’d ever admit that aloud. And really, there were far too many crazy stories of coincidences and chance first meetings floating around out there on Reddit and TikTok for it not to be a real thing for some, but he’d never been crazy enough to think it could happen to him. 

… Not that this was that. 

Love was a bit of a strong word for someone he’d met seconds ago, no matter how much of a romantic Eddie was at heart, but there was definitely some kind of instant attraction thing going on here, at the very least. And if the way Steve held his gaze, shivering in the warm night air when their hands brushed as Eddie passed him his bags was any indication, he wasn’t the only one feeling it.

It felt something like the way you might spot a cute guy or girl across the bar and know you were bound for a tryst in a public bathroom that night. But somehow also so much more than that. Did Eddie want to trace the bulging outline in Steve’s pants with his mouth, pull them down past hairy thighs with his teeth and see how far he could stuff what appeared to be an impressive length down his throat? 

Absolutely, he did. 

But he also wanted to hear about Steve’s hopes and dreams, learn his favorite candy, and color, and see what brand of trash TV he liked to watch while cuddling on the couch at night. Wanted to know what that stunning face looked like bathed in sunlight on a Saturday morning, sipping coffee at a table while Eddie stood at the stove making him pancakes.

Eddie swallowed hard, frozen in place by some force outside his control, fated to stand right there for the rest of his life under the hypnotic pull of a stranger's eyes, and was more than happy to do so.

It was Steve who moved first, blinking rapidly as if waking from a dream. With a little shake of his head he held out his free hand, a ten dollar bill tucked between two fingers. “I, uh, t-this is for you,” Steve stuttered out, a nervous giggle playing at the back of his throat. “I messed it up in the app, somehow. I’m not the best with technology.”

“Oh,” Eddie breathed, reaching out, but instead of grasping the edge of the bill like he should have, he practically took Steve's entire hand in his own without thinking. Sparks crackled through his veins as though he’d gripped a live wire, his desire for the man in front of him growing tenfold at the simple touch. “Thank you, that—that’s really sweet of you.”

For a long beat, neither of them moved or let go, whatever spell had fallen over them still lingering in the air.

Again it was Steve who came to his senses first, biting his bottom lip as he gently took his hand back, letting go of the cash. “Sorry, I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight,” he said, as though he were the one who’d held on and not the other way around.

“No it’s—” Eddie huffed a laugh, and knew exactly what he had to do. “Listen, this is going to sound so unprofessional but I know I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t at least ask for your number.”

Steve’s gaze dropped to the ground, his socked feet sliding over the grass as he rocked on his heels, before looking back up with another shy smile. “At the risk of sounding worse, would you like to come in for a drink… now?”

Eddie opened his mouth to agree instantly. How could he possibly pass up an opportunity like this? But then he thought of Wayne and the bills and found himself hesitating, glancing back at his van for a half-second, only to get quickly caught in the draw of Steve’s eyes again when he looked back.  

Fuck it, he could take a break for a while, even if it meant dashing into the wee hours later.

“Maybe not a drink since I have to drive, but if you’re willing to share that cake you got there, I think we could work something out.”

Steve swung open his front door, heart racing as he held it for the man following him inside.

Eddie.

His long-haired, doe-eyed, sent like an angel from heaven straight to his fucking house, smoking hot Doordash driver.

And those dimples?

Steve had never been so instantly, insanely, and completely enamored with someone in his entire life, relieved that the feeling seemed to be at least somewhat mutual considering the guy had asked for his number like that. He had no idea what had possessed him to invite Eddie in, it wasn’t like him to be so spontaneous or reckless these days, but he didn’t regret it. 

Robin was going to kill him.

With barely a glance down to make sure he didn’t miss, Steve dropped the bags with his dinner and beer on a nearby side table, his desire for food replaced now with an entirely different kind of hunger. He quickly turned to say god-knew-what to his unexpected guest, and instead found himself being crowded back against the wall, Eddie’s huge brown eyes and plush lips quickly filling his vision. 

“You’re even more gorgeous now that I can see you better,” Eddie said in a soft husky baritone, reaching up to smooth a bit of stray hair away from Steve’s face.

An embarrassing whine slipped from deep inside Steve’s throat, in reply. They’d hardly spoken, barely touched, and yet he was already half hard and out of his mind with how much he wanted the beautiful stranger in front of him.

As if they’d somehow choreographed it, they both surged forward at once, a perfect first touching of lips that, at least for Steve, rivaled every first kiss that had come before it. 

This whole thing was nuts, from chance meeting, to overwhelming crush at first sight, to kissing in a matter of minutes. 

“This is crazy,” Steve said when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Eddie’s as he caught his breath.

Eddie too panted for air, smoothing his hands up and down Steve’s sides, a comforting touch that also made his skin break out in goosebumps. “Good crazy or bad crazy?”

“Good, good. Definitely good,” Steve blurted out quickly, swallowing his nerves. “I just… I never do things like this.” 

That had Eddie stilling his hands—which Steve hated—and pulling back a little—which Steve hated even more—to tilt his head, eyes full of concern. 

“Do you want to stop?”

Five simple words but with them came absolute sincerity. Steve did not know this man, but somehow he believed that he could end this right now and Eddie wouldn’t hold it against him, wouldn’t get mad and call him a prude or a tease.

It only made Steve want him more.

“Fuck no,” he said, with feeling, winding his hands into that mass of curly hair and bringing Eddie��s mouth crashing into his again. 

Without ever really separating they both lost their shirts, and somehow Steve moved them as one from the living room, down the hall, and to his bedroom, crashing into the wall more than once, knocking a row of Robin’s old canvas painting askew where they hung.

The sight of the bed gave Steve pause for the second time that night, and had his lips slowing to a halt. He wasn’t lying when he told Eddie he didn’t usually do hookups, especially with guys, and he wasn’t sure what the protocol was when you didn’t know ahead of time if your partner preferred to top or bottom.

Like the perfect man he seemed to be so far, Eddie read him like a book, holding him close as he rubbed his back in soothing circles. 

“I’m verse so, whatever you want, Steve, it’s yours.” 

Of course, Steve knew exactly what he wanted, but time and bad experiences made him feel shy asking. “Me too, but I…” he tried, trailing off.

“Oh,” Eddie crooned. 

The hand kneading Steve’s lower back slipped past the waistband of his pants as Eddie reached down to squeeze his ass, one finger sliding over his hole.

Steve whimpered, arching into the small dry touch.

“You need it bad, don’t you, baby?” Eddie asked, without a hint of teasing, as if he understood the feeling.

Steve could only roll his hips, making more needy little sounds in answer.

Eddie pressed a kiss to his forehead, gently coaxing him to sit down on the bed. “How about you lay back and let me take care of you then. Okay, sweetheart?”

Steve did as he was told, sliding back across the sheets of his unmade bed while Eddie kicked off his shoes and followed, settling between his legs. He already felt more at ease with this man he barely knew than he ever had in the almost three years he’d wasted on Tommy.

For a moment Eddie laid his full weight on top of him, bare chest to bare chest, capturing his mouth in another dizzying kiss, Eddie’s tongue exploring the depths of his mouth like he was licking up the remnants of chocolate syrup in the bottom of a sundae, moaning at the taste.

Eddie was incredibly hard where he was pressed to Steve’s hip, grinding in time with the swirls of his tongue. He also felt absolutely huge, and though dry humping was very hot and severely underrated, Steve couldn’t wait to feel Eddie inside him.

With an almost painful, teasing slowness, Eddie began to slide down Steve’s body, that clever mouth working its way down his neck and chest, each touch of lips a searing heat, tongue tracing a wet line down the length of his happy trail until it met the band of his pants. Only then did Eddie lift up, sitting back on his heels as he gripped the waist of Steve's sweats, gently tugging them down and off, tossing the bundle to the other side of the bed.

The air hitting him where he was suddenly bare was a bit of a shock, but it was nothing to the weight of Eddie’s gaze as he looked down at Steve’s body, a reverence in his eyes as he took it all in that made Steve want to weep. He wasn’t sure any other partner had looked at him quite like that before.

“Beautiful,” Eddie murmured quietly, and in a mirror of before now began making his way back up, beginning with a tender kiss to Steve’s knee.

Steve sucked air through his teeth, lost in sensation as Eddie alternated between biting and pressing open mouthed kisses to the delicate skin of his inner thigh, moving closer and closer to his center until there was a quick flick of a tongue over his hole.

Just once, the warm wet touch of it there and gone so fast it could have been dismissed as an accident if Eddie hadn’t looked up after, heavily lidded eyes boring into Steve’s own as he asked the question.

“Can I?”

Steve’s mouth fell open, Tommy would never—

No. 

No, he wasn’t going to think about that asshole anymore, not when he had someone right here eyeing him up like he was the pièce de résistance of a gourmet meal. God, where had this man been all his life?

“You want to?”

Eddie chuckled. “When I said I wanted your cake, I wasn’t exactly talking about dessert.” 

With a raise of his brow Eddie ducked back down, licking a wet stripe from Steve’s taint to the base of his cock, hands sliding beneath his ass, hoisting him up for better access.

“Oh fuck.”

Steve writhed, head thrashing, his hands twisting into the sheets around him as his trembling knees found their resting place on top of Eddie’s shoulders. They were just getting started and he already wanted to live there forever with Eddie’s head nestled between his thighs.

With that reaction Eddie dove in with gusto, his tongue circling Steve’s rim over and over, making his hole flutter with each lingering pass. It felt incredible, but the sounds Eddie made as he feasted were equally as divine, making it clear that he was enjoying himself as much as Steve was.

And Steve was enjoying himself, thoroughly, his cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto his belly while his mouth released a flood of whorish sounds he’d never heard himself produce before.

It only worsened when Eddie’s talented tongue pushed its way inside for the first time. Steve would owe his neighbors an apology in the morning, but as Eddie breached his hole again, pushing it deeper still while finally setting him down to take hold of his aching cock, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Eddie took it slow, switching up the rhythm of his hand as he worked Steve over, keeping him right on that precarious edge, all the while taking turns between laving over the ring of puckered skin with long wet strokes, and fucking into him with the tip of his hot tongue.

As mind blowing as it was, it wasn’t long before Steve found himself wanting more, needing more, needing Eddie to hurry up and fuck him already. He must have made a sound of frustration, that or Eddie was some kind of mind-reader, because the moment he was about to break down and beg for it he felt two fingers, slick with spit, start working him open. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Steve chanted, fucking himself down as best he could now that he had some leverage to work with, pleased when Eddie spurred him on.

“That’s it, baby, take what you need.”

Eddie kept pumping his fingers, adding a third and meeting Steve thrust for thrust until Steve’s chants and moans turned to desperate babbling pleas.

“Condoms?” Eddie asked, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Steve’s groin as he slowed the movements of his hand to a stop, pulling his fingers free as gently as he could.

Chest heaving, Steve fought to catch his breath. He gestured vaguely at his nightstand, ignoring the suddenly empty feeling as his stretched hole clenched around nothing, trusting he’d be full again soon.

“Be right back, gorgeous.” 

With one more sugary sweet brush of lips to his hip, Eddie slipped off the bed, shedding his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion before digging through the small drawer, quickly finding what they needed.

Steve took the chance to look his fill as Eddie climbed back onto the bed, the sight of the heavy cock swaying between his legs making his mouth water, and making him wish he’d stripped Eddie down himself and taken the chance to explore his body in kind. There were a pair of tattoos low on his hips that held a particular interest. 

Next time, he thought. 

If there was a next time.

And then Eddie was lining himself up and pushing inside, and Steve couldn’t think of anything at all. 

They’d done enough prep that the head popped right in, but Eddie was big, bigger than any cock or toy Steve had taken before and by the time Eddie was fully seated inside he was so full he felt like he might split in two, in the best way possible. 

Eddie stayed there, perfectly still, letting Steve adjust for so long that Steve was afraid he’d never move, but he shouldn't have been worried. Eddie had promised to take care of him and it seemed he was taking that vow seriously, or maybe his seemingly endless patience had finally run out. After a slow experimental thrust that sent Steve’s mouth falling open in pleasure, he set a brutal pace, the sound of their bodies like a raucous round of applause. Music to Steve’s ears.

He knew right away wasn’t going to last at this rate, it’d simply been too long and he was too turned on to start with. Thankfully he could feel Eddie pulsing inside him each time he slammed to the hilt, and knew the other man was just as close to his tipping point. 

Soon the familiar thrumming pleasure began to build under Steve’s skin, filling him up with each slap of their bodies together until he could no longer hold it in anymore. He came untouched with the strangled cry of Eddie’s name on his lips, and starbursts flashing across his vision. It went on for what seemed like forever, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over him while Eddie continued to fuck him hard through it, hitting his prostate with every thrust as he chased his own orgasm until he finally followed Steve over that delicious edge. 

Neither moved until Eddie softened, slipping out of Steve with ease as he moved away, tying off the condom before dropping it to the floor. 

With their breaths slowing and the dust settling, and the overwhelming sense of desire fully satiated, Steve expected to feel awkward, but it was hard to feel anything but content when Eddie rolled back over and pulled him into his side, humming happily, kissing his hair as Steve rested on his head on his chest,

“God, where have you been all my life,” Eddie mumbled with his lips still pressed to Steve’s temple.

Steve froze, going rigid in Eddie’s embrace, stunned to hear him give voice to the same thought he’d had earlier.

“Shit,” Eddie cursed softly. “Did I say that out loud?”

Slowly Steve raised his head, silently nodding when he couldn’t seem to unstick his suddenly tight throat. 

“Sorry,“ Eddie sighed, shaking his head as he tried to sit up. “I—I get it, I can go if you—”

“Don’t—” Steve pressed a hand to Eddie's chest, forcing him back down, searching his face for some sign that he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself. Though, he was pretty sure Eddie was worth the risk. “Please tell me that means this wasn’t a one time thing, that you feel it too?”

He wasn’t even sure what it was, this strange connection they seemed to have, without ever meeting before. He only knew it had grown stronger with every kiss, every caress, every drop of fluids they’d wrung from each other’s bodies.

Eddie sagged, melting into the bed, a relieved smile curling his lips as he reached up to cup Steve’s cheek. “Steve, baby, I felt it the second I laid eyes on you. I meant it when I asked for your number outside. I know we kinda took the next step already, but I'd love to take you out. I want to do this right, get to know each other, win you over with my unconventional charms in the hopes one day we could make this official.”

Steve smiled back, feeling practically giddy as he leaned into Eddie’s tender touch, processing his words. It was everything he could have wanted to hear and more, except.

Why wait for all that?

“Or I could be your boyfriend now,” Steve countered. “And we could let the rest of it work itself out later?”

“Deal,” Eddie said with zero hesitation, pulling him in for a deep lingering kiss to seal it. 

“What were the candles for?” Eddie asked after a while. 

They’d been cuddling in comfortable silence for so long that Steve was pretty sure he’d drifted off a few times.

“Hmm?” he hummed, stirred by the question, totally blanking for a moment until it all came rushing back. His horrible day, that had completely melted away once Eddie showed up and turned his world upside down.

“Oh god,” he groaned, shame curling in his gut, even though he knew that was stupid. “It’s, um… It’s sorta my birthday? And I was feeling really bummed about spending it alone since my roommate and best friend just moved away. So, I thought I'd get some birthday candles to put in a slice of cake to cheer myself up, and...”

Yeah, it didn’t sound any better when he said it out loud, but if they were really doing this he couldn’t exactly not tell Eddie that today was his birthday. He'd find out eventually.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Eddie said without pity, dropping more of his wonderful kisses to the top of Steve’s head.

“I get it, y’know,” Eddie went on. ”Being lonely. I have my uncle at home but my best friend moved to Indy a few months ago and life hasn’t been the same without her in my business all the time.”

Steve huffed an incredulous laugh. “That’s where my roommate moved too. Small world.” 

As if she could somehow sense that he was thinking about her, because it had to be Robin calling, Steve’s phone began to vibrate where it laid on the edge of the bed, sticking halfway out of his pants pocket. With a groan he sat up, missing Eddie’s warmth immediately, and reached for it. He meant to simply silence the call and give his attention back to the brand new boyfriend in his bed, until he saw the literal dozens of text messages and missed video calls from her.

With an apologetic glance at Eddie he quickly tapped the button to answer her incoming facetime.

“Stephen. Marie. Harrington,” she growled through gritted teeth. “You’d better be dying in a ditch somewhere or I swear to god—” she cut herself off suddenly, eyes narrowing as she stared into her phone. “Are you in bed right now? Why are you in bed at 9 o’clock?”

Steve bit his lip, looking over again at Eddie who shrugged as if to say, it’s up to you.

“I… kinda met someone?”

“How did you meet someone without leaving your…” she trailed off slowly, a look of dawning horror coming over her face. “Oh god, don’t tell me you rejoined the dating apps.”

“It was DoorDash, actually.”

Robin blinked at him. “... What?”

“Nevermind.” Steve tilted his phone, holding it further away as he panned the camera over to get both of them in the shot. “Um, this is Eddie,” 

“Hi Steve’s best friend!” Eddie said with a grin and a wave, the rumpled sheets still pooled around his hips leaving his glistening, sweat and other bodily fluid coated chest on full display. He was definitely not shy.

Steve was obsessed with him.

Suddenly Robin was gone, as if someone had ripped the phone out of her hand, the shaky picture flipping from a far off view of a small kitchen, to a white ceiling, and then to a close up of Chrissy’s face, her mouth agape.

“Eddie?!”

“Chris—what? How?!” Eddie sat up abruptly, pulling the sheets up as if he was suddenly scandalized, eyes wide with pure shock. “Steve… Is your lesbian best friend, my lesbian best friend’s girlfriend?”

“I guess so?” Steve said in a baffled haze, before being hit with a sudden realization. He glared into his phone's camera. “Is Eddie the guy you kept wanting to set me up with?”

Chrissy held a hand over her mouth, giggling uncontrollably as she nodded. 

Holy shit. 

It really was a small world.

Steve sighed heavily, “tell Robin I'll text her tomorrow,” ending the call as Chrissy’s giggling turned into a wheezing guffaw. He tossed his phone unceremoniously onto the nightstand, turning back to the grinning man at his side.

“So, we could have been doing this for weeks?”

“Afraid so, sweetheart.” Eddie threw the sheet aside once more, reaching for his hand and lacing their fingers together. “If it’s any consolation I had no idea.”

“You know what? I’m glad we found each other on our own.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Steve hummed, swinging a leg over Eddie’s hips to settle in his lap, the possibility of going for a round two already in the back of his mind. “My own special delivery, right to my door. It’s a much better story.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, amusement making his eyes sparkle in the dim light. “Are you sure it’s not because now they can’t lord it over us that they set us up and we hit it off?”

Steve shrugged, leaning in to lick across Eddie’s mouth, wondering idly how long the appropriate time to wait would be before he could ask him to move in. 

“That’s a pretty good perk too.”

Many thanks to @penny00dreadful and @sidekick-hero for all your beta work, cheerleading, and handholding! 💜

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[little-annie]

Teacher!Steve x Gardener!Eddie

🌸

What if there was a sticky sweet Steddie fic where Steve was a teacher and Eddie's family owned a greenhouse where they ended up falling in love?

🌸

Oh wait ⤵️ There is.

Stunning artwork from the ever amazing @doomcheese 🌸 it was a pleasure working with you.

[gloomysoup]

thinking of a fic. here to share. it may become something. it may not.

so the title is already figured out. it's 100% going to be Not Another Rockstar and it's going to be loosely based on the song (same title) by maisie peters. i say loosely bc i don't yet know how exactly it's all going to play out and i only have like bare bones of an idea at the moment but i need to get it out into the world otherwise i'll forget (y'all honestly hold me accountable)

so here it is: famous!au steddie, with a side of buckingham probably bc i said so.

unclear how steve is famous yet (leaning toward model, maybe actor), but eddie is the guitarist of famous metal/rock band corroded coffin (can't decide which genre but maybe they start in metal and change genres over time to be a little more on the hard rock side who knows)

steve has a long complicated history w rockstars. he's dated more than his fair share, and he's over it. to him, they're all the same: douchebags who drink too much, do too many drugs, and only really want him around as arm candy and a good fuck. he's sworn off dating rockstars for the rest of his life. and he does really well, until he meets eddie. now i'm imagining their first meeting is as simple as it gets. steve has no idea who eddie is at first, but eddie absolutely knows who steve is. and he THINKS steve knows.

so they go about their relationship. they choose to keep it relatively private, for a while. they get papped a few times, but steve assumes it's because of him. it's never mentioned by either of them. eventually, though, steve starts to notice things. specifically rockstar traits in eddie. nothing crazy, just little things.

when steve finally puts it all together and realizes who eddie is, he panics. he swore he would never date another rockstar, and here he is dating one of the biggest rockstars of the time. in his panic, he disappears. completely off the grid. no one knows where he went except his best friend robin, because she was with him. eddie freaks out because he thinks he's done something wrong. he scared steve off. he ruined everything, just like he always does.

plot happens and somehow (maybe this is where buckingham really comes into play i don't know) everything works out and steve realizes that eddie is just another rockstar. he's eddie, and steve loves him. the end.

i don't know, it's just a random little worm that wiggled its way into my brain when i was listening to the song the other day. it may be nothing who knows 🤷‍♀️

[lostinadmiration]

I wrote a Halloween fic! 🎃🍁👻🍂

[orie-jai]

Alright all. Someone posted something a while ago about putting more niche jobs in fanfics. I'm still working on it, but I wanna see if there's any interest. I've seen so many teacher Steve fics, but mostly for middle or high school. So, picture this:

Steddie modern au

Rockstar!Eddie who steps away from his rocker life

Pre-K Teacher!Steve

Eddie takes custody of his little half sister after her mom dies and enrolls her at the school Steve teaches at

Eddie's sister is a weird kid, but it's not a bad thing cuz weird kids make cool adults

[mydream-synopsis]

remember when kpop fics used to be on youtube

[chenziee]

So... does Big Mom know who Stussy is?

Like obviously not the CP0 part but the everything else? Or does she think the name and looks are just a coincidence? Or, since Stussy does call her Linlin, does Big Mom think she just. Aged really damn well?

[maxineholtzmann]

just fall in love with me (this Christmas) - complete on ao3

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hallmark AU, References to Sexual Content but this fic is not explicit, Misunderstandings, Healthy Communication, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Hawkins is a Christmas Town, Christmas Store Owner Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley's Parents Are Dead, Car Crash Discussions, Parent Death Discussion, Mild Angst, Happy Ending, Christmas Parade, Background Steddie

Word Count: 7,102

Chapters: 1/1

Snippet:

Robin woke up naked–which was not completely unusual but it was unusual for it to happen in a stranger’s bed in Hawkins, Indiana. She stretched out her arms and legs, the bed empty but still warm–clearly whoever she was had only just got up. What was her name? They’d had a lot to drink the night before and Robin was a bit fuzzy on the details other than that the woman was probably the most beautiful woman Robin had ever seen and her name was something with a “K” maybe. Kristine? Keri?

Robin sat up, her head swimming. Going out last night had been a mistake. She had to meet Steve and Eddie in– oh shit. Robin looked at the clock. It read 8:30 am. She had less than an hour to meet Steve and Eddie at her parents’ house and she had no idea how far away from it she was.

She started searching the room for her clothes. They had had some very enthusiastic sex the night before which had apparently involved her bra ending up on the other side of the room from her shirt. She was unfortunately not able to find her panties, so she was going to have to just put her jeans on sans underwear– yikes –and hope for the best. Maybe that was her punishment for being a horny idiot in her hometown at Christmas.

She pulled on her socks, hopping on one foot as she opened the bedroom door to see the woman from the night before running around her apartment in sweats and a tank top, clearly panic-cleaning.

“Oh good, there you are. I’m so sorry to do this and I swear I’m not usually like this but you have to go. Like, now,” the woman said, her strawberry blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun,blue  eyes wide in panic. She had hickeys all over her neck, courtesy of Robin.

“That’s totally fine, I actually am late to meet someone. Have you seen my jacket?” Robin asked, casting her eyes around the living room of the small apartment.

“Yes, here,” the woman said, thrusting Robin’s jacket, bag, and shoes into her hands and subtly pushing her towards the door of the apartment. “Again, so sorry but I have friends coming over in like, an hour, and this place is a mess and I’m a mess and I had a great time last night uh…”

“Robin,” Robin supplied.

“Right, of course. Robin. So fun, so great to meet you, great sex, thanks for the orgasms, et cetera,” the woman said as she opened the front door of her apartment, depositing Robin in the hallway.

“Right, uh–” Robin said, standing in the hallway, shocked at how efficiently she had been ushered out of this woman’s apartment.

“I hope you have a Merry Christmas!” the woman said, smiling brightly as she shut the door in Robin’s face. Robin heard the lock click as she stared at the wreath on the door.

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written for @thefreakandthehair's Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge! Prompt was: "All the movies make this look so much easier."

[hbyrde36]

Burnin' For You

WC: 4,573 | Explicit | Ch 2/2 | AO3

Ch 1 <-

To Steve’s utter disappointment, they did not have sex that night, although Eddie had accompanied him home. 

When they finally managed to break away from each other, after realizing they were putting on quite a show for the lone fireman who had stayed outside with the truck, the two of them ran through the empty city streets hand in hand, giggling like a couple of teenagers out past curfew. 

The apartment was freezing when they arrived. Not the deep biting chill of the outside air but certainly colder than was comfortable. Steve didn’t spend enough time at home to worry about keeping the place warm and cozy, but for the first time in a while he wished he had. 

He rushed right to the thermostat, clicking it up to a more acceptable temperature as he muttered apologies, only to find himself being pressed back into the wall a moment later, Eddie’s eager mouth on his, their tongues desperate to get reacquainted. Steve melted into the kiss. It’d been so long since he was with someone like this, he’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel wanted. 

“I think I know a way we could keep each other warm until the heat kicks in.” Steve said, taking hold of Eddie’s hand and tugging him along towards his bedroom, aiming to leave no question between them about how much he still wanted this. 

He slid Eddie’s leather jacket from his shoulders and carefully laid it on the dresser before dropping onto the bed, pulling the other man down with him. Their lips met again, the touch of them only breaking to tug their shirts off. 

Steve clutched at Eddie’s waist, hungry for the touch of bare skin beneath his palms, fingertips venturing lower and lower down the smooth plane of his stomach until his pinky brushed the waistband of Eddie’s jeans.  

“Wait wait wait.” Eddie breathed, and pulled back panting from the kiss as he stilled Steve’s hand, keeping it from dipping any lower. “Steve, listen. I don’t know if this is a good idea. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you in a vulnerable state or something.”

“I’m the one who came on to you, y’know.” Steve pointed out.

Eddie tilted his head, as if he didn’t have an argument for that, but still he sat up, angling his body away from Steve, which was not where he wanted it. 

“It’s not like I'm drunk or anything.” Steve grumbled.

“No, but it’s late, you're sleep deprived, and telling me all that stuff about your ex earlier? It had to have drudged some things up for you.”

Steve shook his head. “I said I was over it. It’s not… I don’t.” He said, scrambling for the right words to explain.

“I know, sweetheart. I know, but-”

“But you won’t fuck me.” Steve said, fighting not to pout. 

Eddie groaned, biting his lip as he shifted to adjust himself. 

“It’s not a no,” he said eventually- gently, before reaching out to cup Steve’s cheek. “More like a… not right now. Okay?”

Steve nodded, because what else could he do, and leaned into the touch. At least Eddie didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

They got ready for bed. 

Steve knew he should probably have offered Eddie something to sleep in, but the horny part of his brain thought it might be worth it to be seen as a bad host if it meant the other man would be laying next to him wearing nothing but boxers. Eddie didn’t seem to care, nor did he say anything when Steve stripped down as well, even though he’d already been wearing sleep pants.

Unfortunately, their lack of dress didn’t shake Eddie from his apparent resolve. They did share a few more lazy kisses as they got comfortable between the sheets, but before it could go any further Eddie coaxed him onto his side, facing out, and spooned him from behind, his groin an unfortunately respectful distance away. 

As pent up as he was, and with Eddie this close, and after all the buildup, Steve didn’t expect to fall asleep so quickly– or so easily, but he was sucked under within minutes. He was just so warm, lying there in the circle of Eddie’s arms. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt more comforted and protected. It was a little crazy that someone he’d only just met could make him feel like this. 

Steve woke the next morning to an empty bed. It was almost a relief. Though he was more than a little disappointed that Eddie was gone, he was embarrassed enough at the way he’d thrown himself at a relative stranger on the street in the middle of the night to accept that maybe this was for the best. 

God, he’d probably seemed like nothing more than a desperate slut looking for a quick rebound, it was no wonder that in the light of day Eddie had come to his senses. And yes there had been a certain amount of instant physical attraction involved when he’d first seen the other man. Lust at first sight, if that was even a thing, but in their admittedly short interaction Eddie had exposed himself as this incredibly sweet and caring guy, so unlike the men Steve usually wound up dating. He would have been crazy not to go for it, but maybe he could have gone about things in a better way- asked for his number maybe, or out on a proper date.

A series of soft bangs sounded from somewhere in the apartment, drawing Steve out of his moping. Either someone had broken in and he was in the process of being robbed, or he’d been a little too hasty in his assumption that Eddie had left. On the off chance that it was the first option, he slid himself into a pair of sweatpants. At least if he was about to be murdered his underwear wouldn’t be broadcast on the evening news. 

He crept quietly out of the bedroom and made his way down the very short hall to the kitchen where the noise was coming from. Of all the things he might have expected to see as he rounded the corner, none of them came close to what he actually found. 

Eddie was flitting around his kitchen, dancing actually, to the beat of whatever song was playing softly from his phone, looking more at home in this apartment than Steve ever had. He was still just in his boxers, though he had added a frilly red and white polka-dot heart print apron to his ensemble. It was something that Steve had bought for himself last valentines day. Half for fun as a bit of a joke, half hoping to spice up a love life that had become a little lackluster. He thought Tommy would find it cute and sexy to come home and find Steve wearing it along with some matching red lace lingerie while he cooked dinner. 

Tommy… had not. 

And he made Steve feel so stupid about the whole thing that the lingerie got buried in the closet and the apron shoved into a kitchen drawer never to be seen again, till now. 

Steve shook his head at himself. There was a deliciously adorable half-naked man dancing in his kitchen right now, and here he was letting himself get lost in bad memories of his shitty ex-boyfriend, who he really truly did not want anymore. He decided right then and there that this was it. That was the last time he would allow Tommy to enter his thoughts when he’d much rather be enjoying his time with Eddie, however short it might wind up being. 

He smiled fondly at the other man’s back, wondering if he should say or do something to announce himself so as not to startle him, before he could decide one way or the other Eddie did a spin, stopping on a dime when he spotted Steve and a huge grin spread across his face. 

“Mornin’ Sunshine! Or should I say, good afternoon.” Eddie said, throwing him a wink before turning back to check on something that was sizzling and popping on the stove. 

“After… what? “ Steve furrowed his brow and glanced at the clock on the microwave. Two o’clock, holy shit, It really was afternoon. 

He stayed hovering in the doorway for a second, unsure of what to do or say and suddenly feeling like a guest in his own home. He felt awkward, and not just because of last night, but if Eddie could be comfortable here, and with whatever this was, then so could he. 

“So what’s all this?” Steve said, finally entering the room.

“Brunch!” Eddie replied while flourishing the spatula he was now holding. “I couldn’t sleep anymore but I didn't want to wake you. It seemed like you needed it.”

“I guess so.” Steve agreed absently, wandering over to the still warm and half full coffee pot. Eddie was a saint. 

“For someone who doesn’t spend a lot of time at home you actually have a decently stocked kitchen.”

Steve shrugged. “Too expensive to eat out all the time.”

“Think you can keep an eye on this bacon while I finish mixing that up?” Eddie asked, pointing to a bowl of what looked like pancake batter.

“Yeah, of course.” Steve said, taking both the spatula and Eddie's place.

Eddie leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek and breathed two words into his ear.

“Good boy.” 

Fuck.

Steve’s entire body was set alight, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. Eddie gave a deep chuckle as he reached back to untie the apron he wore, taking it off and slipping it over Steve's head instead. 

“Can’t have you getting burned or risking losing any of that gorgeous chest hair.”

Steve gulped and stared straight ahead, watching the food cook while he willed his sudden hard-on to go down, a task made all the more impossible as Eddie slid up behind him, tugging on the ties of the apron and tying it into a knot behind his back. When he was done Eddie rested his chin on Steve’s shoulder, and he wanted to cry with how wonderful it all was.

Something must have shown on his face or in the set of his body, because Eddie made a concerned noise, pulling back a little. “I’m sorry if I overstepped with the food, or anythi-

“No.” Steve interrupted quickly, though he didn’t turn around, afraid for Eddie to see just how much it was all affecting him. “No Eddie, this is great. You’re great.”

“Good.” Eddie declared, breathing a dramatic sigh of relief. “Then get ready to be wowed by my pancake flipping prowess.”

20 minutes later both men had batter smeared across their faces, a little had even gotten into Eddie’s curls, and Steve was feeling much more relaxed. They devoured all of the bacon and made a sizable dent in the stack of pancakes Eddie had produced, only some of which were burnt. It didn’t matter, they were still the best pancakes Steve had ever had. 

Anxiety returned shortly after their meal, once the kitchen was cleaned up and Eddie asked if he could use the shower. This was it, Steve thought, times up. Eddie would wash up and leave now, probably, say goodbye and go back to his life. 

But that wasn’t what happened at all. With his next breath Eddie asked if there were some sweatpants he could borrow to wear so he wouldn’t have to hang around in his jeans, and Steve thought maybe he should stop assuming anything and just go with the flow. 

Once they were both clean and wearing all of Steve's comfiest clothes, the pair spent the rest of that day, and then the next, and the next, cuddled up on the couch watching old movies, eating take out, occasionally drinking wine that Steve had stashed in the pantry for a special occasion, and getting to know each other. 

It was the longest and most unconventional first date Steve had ever been on, but it was also the most fun.

They made out– a lot. 

And Eddie was always touching him. Steve loved it. A hand on his leg or an arm thrown over his shoulders, they were in almost constant physical contact, which made it all the more frustrating and confusing that any time things started to get too hot and heavy Eddie would pump the brakes.

They talked. 

Eddie spoke about growing up in a small town, losing his mom when he was young, and having to move in with his uncle after his dad went to prison. He wasn't ashamed of where he came from, it was all part of who he grew up to be, another thing Steve added to his growing mental list of things he loved liked about Eddie.

He told Steve all about his chaotic lesbian best friend and business partner Chrissy. How they had met and forged an unlikely bond in high school, unlikely because she had been a cheerleader and he had run the school’s Dungeons and Dragons group called the Hellfire Club, and been attached at the hip ever since. Hence the name, Hellcheer Studios, Eddie explained, finally admitting that he did in fact own the studio he worked at, which is why he hadn’t been worried about being caught out there late at night. 

Steve in turn told Eddie about his high school experience. How he was a popular jock and the captain of practically every team, until he suffered one too many head injuries and was barred from all sports. He became angry and depressed, and his fall from the social ladder had been swift. It was a dark time, but looking back Steve was grateful for it, as it had led him to his own chaotic lesbian bestie, Robin. She was a self-described band geek and someone Steve never would have looked at twice. But after his third week of eating lunch alone in the cafeteria she popped up out of nowhere to sit down next to him and started talking, and kinda never stopped. God he missed her.

As embarrassing as it was, he told Eddie about that too. How he and Robin had a falling out, one that was entirely his own fault. Though he had promised himself not to think about Tommy anymore, when Eddie asked why the situation couldn't be fixed he found himself wanting to tell him everything.

“Tommy thought she was a bad influence on me, probably because Robin thought he was an abusive asshole and kept telling me I could do better. He gave me an ultimatum, her or him, and I chose wrong.” Steve sighed, wrapping his arms around himself. He hated where he’d left things with her, and it was painful to think about their last conversation. 

“The worst part is, I knew I was choosing wrong, but I was in love with him and I thought that’s what I was supposed to do, choose him over everything and everyone else. I thought it was the only way to save the relationship and then he left anyway a few weeks later.”

Eddie shook his head. “Jesus, what an insecure asshole. Someone who loved you would never force you to make a choice like that. The more I hear about this guy the happier I am that he’s out of your life. I’m sorry if that’s rude, you just… you deserve so much better.”

By the time the morning of New Years Eve rolled around, another day of waking up to find Eddie still there beside him, Steve couldn’t help thinking about how easy it would be to get used to this, and wasn’t that a dangerous thought?

Because he didn’t actually know what they were doing here. They’d done a lot of talking over the past few days but exactly zero of it had been about their current situation. Eddie had followed him home on a whim and just… never left. Steve was glad he was still here, of course, but he couldn’t bear the thought that Eddie was only here out of pity, and he couldn't keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Steve knew where he was headed. He wouldn’t use the L-word, not even inside his own head, it was far too soon for that, but he could certainly admit that he was smitten. He was falling– fast, and if Edde wasn’t feeling the same way, he needed to know that. 

He blurted it out the moment Eddie was awake, before either of them had even gotten out of bed. 

“You don’t have to keep staying here, um, I appreciate you keeping me company and all but I think I'll be okay now… “ Steve trailed off, turning to stare at the ceiling while he continued fumbling for words.  “Uh, now that I have some happy memories to override a little of the bad… I’ll be alright here– on my own, is what I'm trying to say. I can be a big boy and sleep in my own bed, promise, I have no plans to go back to spending nights at the office. So you can go home, y’know, if you want. I’m sure you have a life you want to get back to and-”

Eddie cut him off with a kiss. 

It was deep and dirty right out of the gate, and for once there didn’t seem to be a stop sign in sight. Eddie climbed on top, caging him in with arms and legs as he attacked the delicate skin of his throat. Steve moaned, hips thrusting up of their own accord, seeking friction and to feel the other man’s hardness pressed against his own. 

“Fuck.” Eddie cursed, resting his forehead against Steves for a moment as he ground his hips down in turn, and Steve knew if they kept going he could cum just from this.

It all felt so good, but if they were finally going to do this, he didn't want things to be over so soon. He was glad for the short reprieve when Eddie started to move away, and fought to get control of himself. 

He kissed a leisurely trail down Steve's body, dragging his tongue along the length of his happy trail until it reached the band of his boxers. Eddie glanced up, tongue still dipping beneath the fabric even as he looked up at Steve for permission to slide them down, the last barrier between his achingly hard cock and Eddie's plush lips, as if he would say anything but yes to that. 

Eddie was a vicious tease. Kissing, licking, biting, and sucking on every square inch of Steve's flesh except for the one area he was begging to be touched, and it made him feel like he was losing his mind. After what felt like hours Eddie finally took him into his mouth. Just a few inches at first, dipping his tongue into the slit and swirling it around the head before sinking lower and bobbing his head. 

Right away it was too much and Steve knew he had to stop this now or it would all be over. 

“Wait,” Steve said breathlessly. “I’m not gonna last. And I want… ” He trailed off, losing the thread as Eddie took him right to the back of his throat, swallowing convulsively around him. Mercifully, he pulled off right away to check in.

“What is it you want, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, taking Steve's cock in hand and stroking it lazily. 

“Inside.” Steve gasped. “Oh fuck, Eddie. I want you inside me before I cum.”

“Of course, baby. Anything you want. Do you have lube? Condoms?”

“Nightstand.”

Eddie bent down to place one more kiss on the head of his cock before slipping off the bed to gather what they needed. 

He took his time, opening Steve up slowly, carefully. It’d been so long since he’d had anything more than a toy inside him, and Eddie’s fingers felt so good that by the time he was ready Steve was almost frantic with the need to be fucked.

When he was reduced to nothing more than a babbling mess, Eddie began to push his way inside, one agonizingly slow inch at a time until finally, finally he bottomed out. Tears prickled at the corner of Steve's eyes. He was so full, and it felt like Eddie was splitting him apart- in the best way possible. He surged up and Eddie met him halfway, their mouths locking together in an unending kiss, tongues sliding against each other, searching, tasting, as Eddie began to move.

He set a rough pace right from the beginning, somehow knowing exactly what Steve wanted, needed, and it wasn’t long before Steve came untouched in a hot rush between them. As soon as he could he wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist, encouraging him not to stop. If anything he wanted Eddie to go deeper, harder, he didn't care if he was overstimulated, he never wanted it to end, though he knew it had to eventually. 

With Steve’s name on his lips, Eddie came not long after, pulsing inside, and Steve wished he could feel himself getting filled up. 

Eddie pulled out gingerly, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Steve's side as he winced at the feeling. He slid the condom off, tying the end and tossed it in the rough direction of the trash can to deal with later, quickly scooping Steve back into his arms to hold him close as they came down, uncaring of the mess.

Steve let the comfortable silence settle about them for a while, but eventually he had to address it.

“Not that I'm complaining, because I'm extremely happy with what just happened, but, uh… “

“Why now?” 

Steve nodded. 

Eddie let out a long breath, pressing his face into the sheets to hide his face. “I don’t know, I guess I was just waiting for a sign that you were really ready to move on, and when you said all that it just– finally felt right.”

“You didn’t need to know that to sleep with me.” Steve murmured, carding a hand through Eddie’s hair, keeping it there even when the other boy turned his head. 

Eddie looked at him earnestly, expression as serious as he’d ever seen it. “Maybe I didn’t want to just sleep with you, maybe I want something more.”

“Oh.” Steve’s hand stilled, heart fluttering as he dared to hope that he might be about to get exactly what he wanted. 

“The last few days have been incredible, Steve. There's something real happening between us, I can feel it. I was afraid if we moved too fast, if you weren't ready, it would ruin it.”

“But… you turned me down the very first night. You couldn’t have known then-”

Eddie smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “Baby, I knew you were something special the second you called me an absolute fucking asshole, and I knew for sure that I wanted more than just to fuck you when I gave you my jacket and it made you blush so pretty.”

Steve beamed, and could’t resist capturing Eddie’s lips with his own one more time. “I want something more with you too.”

Eddie sighed happily, wrapping his arms even tighter around Steve’s body. “So, now that that’s settled. What do you want to do today?” 

“Well, It is New Year's Eve, are you sure you didn't have any plans?” 

“There actually is a party I was invited to tonight, I was planning to skip it and stay here with you, but, any chance you’d want to go with me? I’d love to introduce you to Chrissy and her girlfriend.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really!” Eddie said, rearing back. He pulled the pillow out from under Steve’s head and smacked him lightly on the shoulder with it.  “Have you been listening to anything I’ve said? I’m kinda crazy about you, of course I want to bring you home to meet them!”

“Home?”

“Oh, didn’t I mention that? Chrissy and I live together and the party's at our apartment.” 

A few hours later, after another round in the bed, followed by a third in the shower, they were as sated as they could be and finally got dressed and ready for the party. 

Steve went with a simple dark blue henley and his nicest jeans, trusting Eddie when he said the dress code for this get-together was casual. Eddie threw his own clothes back on for the first time since he’d arrived, freshly washed along with a load of Steve's laundry the day before.

After a ten minute Uber ride they arrived, taking the elevator up to the 5th floor. Steve started to feel nervous as they approached the apartment, a feeling that only grew as Eddie turned his head, eyeing Steve warily as he knocked on the door.

Wait, why was he knocking on his own front door?

“So there is one thing I didn’t tell you, and I really hope you won’t be mad at me. It’s about Chrissy’s girlfriend,” Eddie said cryptically, stepping aside to leave Steve standing there on his own as the door swung open, revealing Robin behind it.

“Steve?” She gasped, bursting into tears as she leapt forward and threw her arms around him. 

Steve caught her on instinct, mouth dropped open in shock. 

Eddie patted him comfortingly on the shoulder, slipping past them and into the apartment, giving them a moment of privacy to talk. 

Eventually Robin pulled back, smiling as she took in his face. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I’m so sorry, Robin. I was a complete fucking idiot and I wish I could go back and change things, but I can’t, and I’m just so, so sorry, and I woudn’t blame you if you felt like you coud never forgive me, but- “

“Steve, relax! I forgave you a long time ago. I was just waiting for you to reach out to me.”

“I wanted to. Tommy left months ago and I wanted to call you right away, but I was so ashamed. I didn't know if you’d ever want to hear from me again.”

“Of course I do, Dingus. You’re my best friend! I fucking missed you, so much.” 

Eventually they ventured inside and Steve learned that there was no party. Eddie had grown suspicious, wondering what the odds were that Chrissy’s Robin, and Steve’s Robin, were the same person. So he’d texted Chrissy about it when Steve wasn’t looking and sure enough he was right. Naturally, they had hatched a plan.  

Later, after the newly minted foursome had watched the ball drop on TV and the respective couples shared kisses at midnight, Steve and Eddie found themselves alone in the kitchen.

Steve set his drink down on the counter and sidled up to the other man, taking the glass out of his hand and setting it down as well.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. “Something on your mind that I'll need both my hands free for, baby?” 

Steve huffed a laugh, feeling deliriously happy as he took Eddie into his arms. “I just wanted to tell you something,” he said, kissing Eddie soundly before continuing on, “Thank you, for everything, and I’m really glad you set off that fire alarm.”  

Thanks and love to @penny00dreadful for being the best cheerleader and beta reader a gal could ask for! 🥰

[practically-an-x-man]

me: I'm gonna work on writing!

also me: *starts composing a From Eden tab by ear on Guitar Pro 7*

[robinbuckleyfanclub]

no cuz imagine robin is house sitting for steve while he's away, she invites chrissy and eddie and nancy and jonathan over to keep herself company. it's jancy's date night (taking the kids to the arcade) so they bail, leaving eddie alone with two pining idiot dykes.

they smoke weed by the pool before they settle on a horror movie (i'm thinking some good ole steven king, children of the corn or carrie or something) and drink beers and wine coolers on the couch. eddie is three drinks and two joints in when the movie ends, and he calls it an early night. the girls aren't tired yet, so they put in another movie and light another joint. by the time they've finished their wine coolers, they've drifted closer on the couch. they start whispering to each other while the movie plays, tucking their feet up and slowly turning their knees toward each other.

this all ends when a jump scare gets them both, and they end up clinging to each other's arms. they look right at each other, locking eyes but not letting go. queue fast lean into slow kiss that dissolves into shamelessly making out on the harrington's couch.

[gloomysoup]

okay yes i know i have 800 wips i should be working on rn... HOWEVER i've had another plot bunny pop up and i'm subjecting all of you to it

so hear me out:

steve has an older half-sister from his mom's previous marriage (maybe divorced, maybe widowed, who cares not important rn). she's not that much older than him, but she left home for college and never looked back. she occasionally calls to check up on steve, especially around the time the upside down happens bc of everything in the news. they were never super close as kids, but they cared ab each other. she was the first person he called after starcourt, and she was also the first person (besides robin of course) that he came out to. she's always supported him no matter what.

they don't talk ab her very often tho. conversation usually stays on steve and how he's doing, how his friends are, what his life is like. he doesn't know much ab her life at the time, just that by the time fall of 1986 hits, she's graduated college and starting a career (what, i don't know. maybe teacher or literary publicist? something steve's dad wouldn't approve of)

and then things change. steve gets a call from his sister, and she asks if he can come visit for a while here in the next month or so. he asks questions. it takes her a bit to answer. finally, she rips off the bandage. she's pregnant. she doesn't think she's ready for a baby, but she still wants to be in their life. she knows steve loves kids, that he's always wanted to be a dad. she asks if he'll come up for the birth, and adopt her baby. she wants him to raise the kid, but she doesn't try to pressure him. she knows it's a big ask. she just wanted to offer. she says she'd feel better knowing they're in a good place, that they're loved. she knows he would be perfect.

steve is obviously shocked, and rightfully so. it came out of nowhere really. he hadn't known this whole time. he isn't sure what to say. his sister tells him to think on it. there's still a little bit of time before the due date. he agrees to at least come visit and be with her for the birth. he doesn't promise anything more than that. he isn't sure what he's going to do yet, just that he wants to be there to support her.

he talks to robin that night, sitting on the living room floor of the small house they rent. it isn't much, but it's home. he tells her everything his sister said. robin stays quiet the whole time. when he finishes, all she asks is, "what do you want to do?" steve doesn't know. he isn't sure he'd be ready to raise a child on his own. so robin offers to help.

they decide to coparent. they're both there when steve's niece is brought into the world, and they don't hesitate for even a second when signing the adoption papers and birth certificate. everyone lives happily ever after.

this is fully centered on platonic stobin, with maybe a dash of background steddie and buckingham bc i make my own rules. would potentially end up being a big blended family all living in one house and coparenting all of their children (yes more kids) together and everything works out.

[nburkhardt]

🔀 Buckingham

I think you’ll enjoy this!!

If It’s Love - Train + Buckingham + College AU =

🫶🩷🌷☀️

After everything, not only did Robin make it out but so did Chrissy. They decide to go to college together with their best friends. They’re blurring the line of friendship to lovers.

Chrissy decides Robin is it for her even with everything else trying to work against her. Her parents, the past, the world. It’s love for her and she’ll be damn to let Robin go.

They’re in love and it’s everything for them.

(We’re going with Chrissy lives au btw. Don’t ask me how. I went with a simple way on this one lol. Anyone can use!)

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

[milf-harrington]

i love finding old fanfic ideas in my notes app

[shironezuninja]

Who says Troublemakers can’t be both hilarious and awesome?😈

[beloveds-embrace]

The “Shared wife” trope and you’re John Price’s darling little housewife. The light of his life. His precious angel. The home he keeps in his house.

You are truly the best thing that has happened to him; all soft smiles and sweet words, a warm embrace he can melt to and shed all of the sharp edges he must bear whenever he’s deployed and carries the weight of the world across his shoulders.

The same world outside your little home was a cruel one, one where John had made more enemies than he cared to count. Each mission, each order barked into a comms unit, and each bullet fired carried a price- one that weighed on him more heavily than the tactical vest he wore.

But there was you, and he’d do it all again if it means having you safe and sound.

His darling. His beloved. The soft warmth of your hands, the sweetness of your smile. You were his sanctuary, his reprieve from the shadows of his work. And because of that, he could not- would not- allow anything to take you from him.

It wasn’t just him anymore, though. They were always there, watching. Protecting- for you belonged to John, and so did they, but you weren’t sharpened like them and you didn’t have to be; they’d be sharp enough for you, too. Guard dogs, their leashes held by John.

Especially when John tugged on those leashes and had them stay with you while he was away on a different mission. As if he’d ever leave you alone, all by your lonesome.

Kyle was the easiest to adjust, his role almost seamless. He lingered in the background, watchful but not intrusive and never forceful in joining your space, his easy charm disarming to anyone who might venture too close. He’d follow John’s orders without hesitation, his voice steady over the phone and comms after Price sent him to patrol the property’s edges.

“It’s quiet out here,” he’d murmur, voice a low hum in the radio. “No sign of trouble. As it should be.”

Soap, of course, tugged harder on the leash. He had energy to spare, bounding about the property like an overzealous hound. But it wasn’t just his sharp instincts that made him invaluable; it was his ability to diffuse tension with a grin and a joke, to make you feel like the safest person in the world, and coax you back inside while distracting you from whatever lingered outside.

It shouldn’t be for you to worry. All you needed to do was stay your lovely, content self, curled up all warm and cozy in your favorite spots like a particularly cherished kitten.

“Dinnae worry, lass,” he’d say as he hefted a bag of groceries from your car, muscles flexing under his shirt. “Nothin’ gets past us. We’re like the bloody Buckingham Palace guards- but more handsome. What are you making for lunch? How about I show you a family recipe, eh?”

And then there was Simon.

Ghost was quiet, his presence as much a shadow as his name suggested. But you always knew when he was near, the subtle shift in the air around you as his dark eyes followed your every move. He was the one who lingered just a little longer after everyone else had gone to bed, his massive frame nearly invisible against the darkened walls and only showing himself just so you wouldn’t get frightened.

“You don’t have to do that.” You’d tell him softly, catching sight of him through the kitchen window as he circled the house, even though you were so sure John was overreacting and these men needed to calm down. “Si, please. It’s cold tonight, too.”

But he would only shake his head, low and unyielding. “It’s my job to keep you safe. Don’t worry about me. Let’s get you back inside, Price’ll have my head if you catch a cold.”

And John truly kept them in line, orders sharp and precise. It was a dynamic they understood instinctively, honed from years of serving under him. He was their captain, their leader, their handler, and when it came to you, his commands were absolute.

But you were the one who softened them.

It started small: a hand on Kyle’s shoulder when he seemed tense, massaging the knots out, a gentle laugh at one of Soap’s outrageous jokes with his hand on your lower back, a quiet “thank you” murmured to Ghost as he handed you something you hadn’t even asked for yet ended up needing. They responded to you as if they were attuned to you, sharp edges dulling in your presence until they were handing you the leashes themselves.

Soap once joked about it- how they were like a pack of loyal dogs, their ears pricking up whenever you entered the room.

“You’ve got us all wrapped around your little finger, love,” he’d teased, earning a gruff “Shut it, MacTavish” from Price. Because they stayed, even when John returned. Because they belonged.

But it was true.

They followed John’s orders without question, but when you asked something of them, it wasn’t obedience- it was devotion. Ask them for the world, and they will drag it to your doorstep bleeding and heaving. Ask them for the sun, and they will tear it out of the sky to present it to you on burnt palms.

“Simon, will you check the garden gate for me? I think the latch is loose again.” You’d say, and he’d rise without hesitation, broad shoulders brushing the doorway as he left. And then he’d return, and patiently wait until you’d kiss his cheek.

“Kyle, do you mind grabbing the mail? It’s pouring out there.”

“Anything for you, darling.” Gaz would reply, already pulling on his jacket, and when he’d return he’d make sure you wouldn’t get wet while he leaned down and stole a kiss on your forehead.

“Johnny, help me with this jar, will you?”

“Aye, lass, but only if you kiss me.” Soap would tease, though he’d already have the jar in hand, his grin softening when you rolled your eyes. Still, he’d obediently lower his head for you to peck.

And John watched it all with quiet pride. They were his men, and he trusted them with his life. Now, he trusted them with yours. Because they were his, and you were his, and all of you should have been together from the start anyways.

You were worth protecting. Worth loving. Worth the world itself, because you were one and the same to them.

The first time you teased him about it- about how he seemed to have the entire Task Force at his beck and call- he simply pulled you into his arms and kissed you until you were clinging to his shoulders, breathless and warm.

“They’d do anything for you,” he murmured against your hair, then. “Same as me. You’re ours to protect.”

It was possessive, yes, but not in a way that stifled you, not like shackles that bound you to a prison. It wasn’t a cage; it was a fortress, each of them a stone in the walls that kept you safe.

And you, their sweet, lovely little wife, were the center of it all. Safe, cherished, and loved beyond measure.