#because OF COURSE italian steve harrington

[florallylly]

i've seen model steve harrington aus. i've seen child steve harrington aus. i present: child model steve harrington

note: this came from my own desperate need to see this conceptualized and i SWEAR i've searched, i just can't find any content with child model steve so. :(

bc little steve harrington was remarkably cherub-like. his large brown eyes and soft pout ensured endless cooing and fussing from his mom's friends. and when he blushed and ducked his head in shyness, they only complimented him more. when he got home that day, his mom smiled at him.

so steve decided that he would put up with the cheek pinching and the squealing. he sat upright in his chair, sitting on his hands so he wouldn't fidget and ruin the image. because he'd do anything to keep his mom smiling at him. if he was being particularly good that day, she'd let him lay his head on her lap on the drive back home.

but everything changed at his father's birthday gala. a nearly eight year old steve harrington sat prim and proper in his seat, but a smile lit up his face--his cheeks round and his dimples showing up. he raised his hand up to cover his giggle, but he couldn't help but laugh at some silly old man with a loose toupee. then he sees his mom approaching, and his face quickly smooths over, going back to the more polite smile he usually adopted when it came to these events.

he'd ruined it. he hadn't continued being the sweet boy his mom wanted. but then, she smiles at him. and introduces him to the man behind her, who says he's a designer. the man holds out his hand, but when steve puts his hand into his palm, he doesn't shake it. the man simply holds his hand, his eyes scanning steve's face. steve tries not to squirm under the attention. but the man nods and smiles at his mom, and he gives two brief cheek kisses to steve, whispering in his ear "you're going to be a star, darling." steve looks at his mom, confused, but she waves him off to continue talking to the man.

a few months later, steve's mom whisks him off on a trip to france. and steve is so excited to go, nearly vibrating in his seat as the airplane prepares to take off. but instead of the eiffel tower and the seine, steve is taken to a studio. he's posed and changed. once again, he's being fussed over, but instead of wealthy socialites, gossiping make-up artists squeal over him. he's "perfect for the shoot" and "the most darling little boy." steve doesn't understand, but his mom is still smiling, so he lets the nice ladies brush powder over his face.

and he looks in the mirror. his hair is a little more tousled and his lips have a slight tint to them and his eyes seem to take up much of his face. he's put into new clothes, and he feels like a doll in their hands. and when he's put in front of the camera, he simply follows the photographer's directions. afterwards, he's bundled into the car and his mom can't stop gushing about how good he was.

apparently, he's a natural. and then she goes back to fussing over him, focusing more on appearance than his behavior now. but she takes him out shopping and they eat at an upscale restaurant along the champs-elysses. and steve is happy.

and then they go back home, and his mom is so much stricter than before. she has him try out all kinds of different hair products, determined to find the best combination to keep it looking shiny and soft. she controls his food intake and what he wears and makes him use weird creams and serums on his face. but this is what makes his mom happy, so he's happy to let her.

his mom is also on the phone a lot more lately, whispering harshly about the quality of brands and steve just assumes she's being picky about the clothes she buys. later, his mom picks him up and holds him, and asks if he'd like to move to italy. she looks at him intently and it's obvious what answer she wants, so steve nods. she smiles and holds him close, and it's the most loved steve has felt in a while.

so they move to italy, and suddenly steve is a lot more busy. he's put in front of more cameras for more people he doesn't know. but he's smiling and pouting and doing whatever they want him to do. his compliant attitude and polite nature have photographers and designers alike singing his praises, and steve always looks to his mom for approval. but she's been arguing with his dad a lot lately, so she's upset more often than not. but that's okay, the make-up artists are always kind to him.

but then one day, his mom takes a phone call in the middle of the shoot. and when it finishes, she's gone. steve goes back in, close to tears, but the make-up artists still hanging around look after him until a car is sent to pick him up. this becomes a trend. and eventually, steve goes alone to his shoots. he's always taken care of by the crew and someone is always there to pick him up, but it's not fun without his mom there.

but he knows that she's always enjoyed him taking pictures, so he continues to do so, hoping that she'll come watch him again sometime soon. and he busies himself with befriending the chatty make-up artists and the bossy photographers and the eccentric designers. and he's such a cute little thing that they can't help but dote on him.

steve is never catapulted into child stardom, as his mom is picky with his jobs, only choosing luxury brands and well known designers for him. but within the industry, they call him the "little prince."

and then steve is catapulted into puberty, but his intense skin regimen prevents him from getting acne, save for the occasional zit. and his diet and religious exercise schedule help maintain his look. and he's still doing remarkably well, especially now that he's fully aware that he is a Model.

and steve has truly grown into his looks. with time, he's grown more comfortable in front of the camera and made numerous friends. nearly all of them are older than him, but they're fun and loud and it fills up the space that normally surrounds him. and they're the ones who get him hooked on american movies. steve remembers living in america, but he's been in milan so long that everything he recalls is vague.

but he watches them and falls in love with the american high school experience. so when he finally catches his mom off the phone and actually in the house, steve asks if he can go to school in america. and his mom laughs. but steve keeps asking, which devolves into begging. and his mother snaps, slapping him across the face and calling him ungrateful. she cries and begs for forgiveness, cowed into shame by steve's desperate attempt to hold back tears.

and so she lets him go to school in hawkins, indiana. an odd choice, but his parents just so happened to own a property there. (in truth, both of his parents expected him to change his mind within the year). but steve finds his place at hawkins high, because even though nobody in hawkins has ever heard of versace, steve is pretty. he's pretty and charming and he knows the right thing to say. after all, he's spent his whole life perfecting his mask.

and even if his mom ended up moving back home with his dad, leaving steve all alone in that big empty house, steve is happy. he's finally hanging out with people his age and high school is so far removed from the glitz and glam of the fashion industry. and he's settled and content with tommy and carol by his side. while he misses his friends back in milan, steve finds himself longing for the clothes more often. hawkins was certainly the opposite of milan, what with the nearest mall being two hours away and only equipped with a macy's and jcpenny.

through it all, steve is determined to be normal. he laughs along with jokes he doesn't quite get and rolls his eyes at carol's cue, and he joins the swim team. and he joins the basketball team. and he goes to parties and kisses girls and wears dumb little polos with his letterman jacket and does everything that he saw in the movies.

but nancy wheeler is different. steve can't forget his time in italy and who he is and was, and he's reminded of his old life in everyone and everything in hawkins. but not nancy wheeler. she's all hawkins and all his. and then the upside down happens.

and then nancy wheeler breaks his heart.

even after three years, his parents continue to ask when he'll go back to modeling, but he's different now. the upside down and billy hargrove beat that starry eyed little kid who thrived in the spotlight. and nancy wheeler proved that adoration and love is fleeting, so what would even be the point of trying anymore? his dad was a little more approving of steve's retirement/hiatus, saying that steve must want to go to college so he can take over the family business.

but when steve doesn't get into college, he's once again badgered by his mom to go back. but he's grown and changed and he's not sure that he can pretend anymore, so he says no. and they cut him off. enter: scoops era.

the measly scoops salary is not nearly enough to cover all of the new bills and expenses steve has, but he's not willing to leave hawkins. so he reaches out to his friends back in italy, and they refer him to their american connections. steve doesn't model at the same level as before, but he poses for a couple of zines and one artist who got a little too handsy at his exhibition. but he's able to make it through until the mall blows up.

this routine continues and he starts working at family video with robin at his side, but he keeps his side job a secret from the kids, using the excuse of visiting his parents to leave town for his shoots. he's not ashamed, but he knows he wouldn't "be normal" anymore if they found out.

but how does he explain his near mental breakdown at the sight of his healing demobat scars. they're raised and ugly, ruining what should have been a perfect body. and even though he uses scar cream everyday, they refuse to fade away completely. and how could anyone stand to be near such an ugly thing when all his life, steve was meant to be pretty? after all, love and adoration is fleeting.

[saintyveningstar]

One thing right

"I-I just thought, you know. Eddie" He holds both his hands out parallel, then moves them to the side, "Edward."

Eddie just chuckles this time, staring Steve in the eyes. "No, sweetness. It's not Edward."

"So if not Edward, what—? No, don't tell me it's just Eddie—"

Eddie looks almost offended at the statement, but he still smiles all the while, "Oh, no, of course not. If my parents got one thing right, it was my name."

OR:

In which Steve Harrington finds out that Eddie's name is not Edward, and more shocking facts about him follow.

Eddie looks at him with sweet smugness, head resting on his fist as he looks down at Steve, who's laying flat next to him. His other tattooed hand rakes up and down Steve's chest, and he has something devilish in his eyes. 

"You look so nervous, baby." He says, smiling wider, dimples deeper. Eddie huffs in amusement, "Surely little ol' me isn't scarin' a big boy like you."

"Eddie—" Steve's breathing is near ragged as he runs his hand through Eddie's curls.

"Stephen." He replies so endearingly it was like he was doing nothing at all. Steve's hands untangle from his hair, move down his neck, cupping in tenderly before his fingers traced Eddie's necklaces, tugging him closer.

"Edward Munson, don't act so innocent—"

Eddie giggles, then full blown laughter startles Steve out of his moment of dominance, and Eddie draws his hand back to cover his mouth. Steve can't help but feel a little insulted. "What?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He gets his giggles under control, but the amusement still peeks through his words. "Who?"

"Eddie, what—?"

"You said Edward." He points out, poking Steve's nose. "My name's not Edward."

"Well, who told you my name was St-Stephen?" Steve says, sitting up, as this conversation has him very deeply troubled now.

"Oh, I don't know, your license, passport, ... your parents."

"Oh." He says, dumbfounded. Steve cards his fingers back through his hair, then proceeds to talk with his hands - like a true Italian would. "I-I just thought, you know. Eddie" He holds both his hands out parallel, then moves them to the side, "Edward."

Eddie just chuckles this time, staring Steve in the eyes. "No, sweetness. It's not Edward."

"So if not Edward, what—? No, don't tell me it's just Eddie—"

Eddie looks almost offended at the statement, but he still smiles all the while, "Oh, no, of course not. If my parents got one thing right, it was my name."

All the times that Steve had wondered just what was wrong with the way that Eddie and Wayne spoke was running through his head, at the forefront of his mind. Not quite southern, not quite midwestern. Eddie had told him that he was from New York before, but there was something under that that he couldn't place ...

But Steve was more than happy to push that to the back of his mind when the trill of Eddie's r's tantalized him, and the roll of his tongue drew him into a kiss. 

"So ... what is it?"

Eddie just laughs, kisses him, and that's the end of that conversation.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Steve doesn't officially find out what Eddie's name is until Wayne is coming home one day, unaware that Steve is there with him. They'd been laying together, similar to way they were before, but now Eddie's head is laying on his chest, tracing patterns in his chest hair, down his belly button, to the end of his happy trail. 

The brunette would bat his eyes teasingly, and never quite go there, and then laugh at Steve's betrayed face. 

"Kid?" Wayne calls out, and neither of them really notice because of how loud Eddie's music is playing from his stereo, and how caught up they are in each other's eyes. "Ed?"

Wayne is closer now, right at the door. He knocks, "Edemirzachaai?" 

Steve takes mental note of the pronunciation — [Ed - a - meer - za - shai]

Eddie slowly draws his gaze away from Steve's, looking at the door, "Sir?"

Steve sputters, and Eddie hits his thigh, throwing a sly smile over his shoulder. Steve was struck dumb, because this is the name he'd been waiting to figure out for months now, and it really didn't disappoint.

"Y'okay in there?" He asked, "Still breathin'?"

"Yes, sir." He says, "And Steve's here."

"Are y'all decent?"

"Decent enough, you can come in."

Steve's mouth is still hanging open, and Wayne turns to Eddie, "چرا مثل یه احمق نگاه می کنه؟?" What's he looking dumb for? he says, and Steve is almost certain he's been insulted because of the way that Eddie laughs so hard he's wheezing.

"Don't be so mean, Wayne." Eddie replies, "He's getting culture shock."

Wayne leaves them be, and Eddie scoots back on the bed to sit up next to Steve. 

"So, is that your name?" 

He nods, then gets up as a thought plagues him. He ruffles through his things in the very back of his closet. 

"Eds, what are you doing—?"

"Found it!" He holds up a crumpled rectangle - or at least thats what it looked like - piece of paper triumphantly, then shoves it into Steve's hands. The paper is worse for wear, and looks like it's definitely seen some things.

"What's this?" Steve looks down at it, frowns. 

"It's my birth certificate!"

The paper reads: Edemirzachaai Yonah Urisah Lailaura Nurimeitarza Jude-Avraham Munson — and Steve doesn't think he'd ever seen a name so long in his life.

He can't help but keep reading it and re-reading it, twice, three times over, because it's about one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen aside from Eddie's face.

"Eddie, what are you, dude?"

"You say it like I'm some foreign life form or something!" He defends, "I'm not an alien, Jeez. Well—" Eddie laughs at his own joke, which makes Steve laugh in turn. "No, seriously. I'm Persian, with some Jewish in me."

"Jewish, Persian?"

"Well, the David's star tattooed smack dab in the middle of my chest isn't just for decoration, sweetness. Let's use our common sense here."

"How come I never knew?" he grabbed Eddie's hand.

"Kinda wanted you to just figure it out, I dunno. But now you know." He shrugs. 

"Every new thing I found out about you just makes you that much cooler than me, you know." Steve says, and Eddie leans to kiss him. "I don't have anything as cool as Persian or Jewish in me. I'm just plain Italian."

"Do you want some?" Eddie asks lowly, with that same devilish, bashful look in his eye. He bats his long eyelashes, and his dimples are so prominent when he smiles like this.

"I don't think I follow ..." Steve says confusedly, not quite getting it. "Some what?"

"Persian in you?"

"O-Oh—!"

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 25 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Shhhhhhh a gift I bare to you :)

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie & Sub Fem Plus Size Reader (with a slight twist to the dynamic this time), SMUT, they are trying new things, Y/N gets to use a toy on Stevie, dirty talk ABOUND, overstimulation, FLUFF, they love each other, ANGST, cliffhanger ending because I can :).

I am just all kinds of naughty with these cliffhangers lately. Maybe I need a spanking. ;).

Word Count: 3667

Series here

The Italian sun just barely begins to peak through the curtains as you try to muffle your moans into Steve’s chest in front of you as both he and Eddie’s cock thrust harder inside of you.

As the semester ended and you graduated, summer finally arrived so you and the guys were able to utilize the tickets to Italy that your parents got for your honeymoon. It was honestly the best week of your life so far and you didn’t think it possible that you could be any happier. 

The three of you went to all the tourist attractions you could find and ate some of the tastiest food you had ever had in your entire life. More than anything, you enjoyed seeing their faces as you three toured different cities and took in the new environment. For the first time, in a long time, neither man seemed to carry heavy burdens that weighed them down but let go and genuinely enjoy every little moment. 

Of course, when you weren’t walking through museums or eating at a new restaurant, they were on you and vice versa. So far, this entire trip, you had been unable to keep your hands off each other especially when you were alone. 

Last night, Steve had asked if you guys could finally do what he promised during that phone call when you first started dating. 

“What promise?”

“I said that I wished you had a toy so you could fall asleep with it inside you and imagine its me.”

“Oof, Steve Harrington, you kinky bastard.”, Eddie teased as his palm softly rubbed up and down your body.

The other boy grinned, gripping your jaw lightly as he leaned forward to tenderly kiss your lips as he continued in a low, seductive tone that had you groaning.

“I told you how hard it was making me at the thought of me and Eddie falling asleep inside of you so we could take you whenever we wanted in the night.”

“Daddy…”

“Fuck me, you want that don’t you dirty girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”, you moan as your fingers glide up to tangle in his hair trying to bring his lips to yours and whining when he ever so slightly pulled away. 

“Say it, sweetheart. Say what you want.”, the metalhead whispered as his hips began to grind against your ass. 

“Daddy, I want you and Master to fuck me and then fall asleep inside me so you can use me whenever you want tonight.”

That night they made you cum so many times that the evening became a blur of moans and grunts. You did fall asleep full of them but they were always still the diligent boyfriends, constantly checking in to make sure you were alright or ask if you needed a break. 

This morning, you woke up to the euphoria of them slowly pumping their cocks deep into you while trying not to wake you but failing miserably. 

“God damn it, Y/N, still so fucking tight.”, Steve groaned through gritted teeth as his fingers dug into the meat of your hips. 

“D-Daddy…I don’t—mmm—I don’t know how much more…I can take…”

They were both panting in your ears, all three of you trenched in sweat as you neared your climaxes. 

“It’s ok, baby girl. We just need you to—fuck—need you to cum one more time, honey.”

Eddie’s ring covered fingers looped around and took hold of your throat as they pounded into you. He was the first to find his release, clinging to you as he thrust his spend roughly into your ass. You shuddered, your nails digging into Steve’s back as you came making him follow you as your pussy clenched around him, warming your insides as your cunt milked him dry. 

“Slow, slow, baby please.”, you begged as each man pulled out as carefully as they could. 

“Princess, I’m going to lift you and bring you to the bath when Stevie finishes getting it ready, ok? Are you ok, Y/N?”, he asked as he delicately moved your hair out of the way so he could see your face as tears fell from your eyes.

“Yes, Sir. I’m just sore.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you did so good for us. Always such a good girl.”

You smiled as you pushed up onto your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, inhaling everything that was Eddie as he kissed your cheek. 

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you to, Eddie.”

Smiling, he lifted you into his arms and brought you into the bathroom, trying his best not to jostle you to much as he placed you in the warm water. 

“So, what’s on the itinerary for today, honey?”, Steve asked as they both began cleaning you. 

“Can we do something new?”

“Define new, babe. I mean we’re in a new country exploring things that are new.”, the metalhead joked as you giggled. 

“I mean, I like the idea of us staying in this fancy hotel all day eating delicious Italian food while staying and playing in bed but… I want to try something new. It’s been a while since we’ve done that and the honeymoon is a perfect place to try, right?”

“Did you have something in mind, princess?”

“There’s a store we passed in the market the other day and I was thinking we could go take a look around. Maybe…I mean, if you’re comfortable…you can let me…take…control.”

Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as their hands stopped moving. It feels like ages before fingers grip your chin and turn your head slightly. 

“Open your eyes, baby girl.” 

Like a child, your hair smacks your cheeks as you aggressively shake your head. 

“Come on, sweetheart.”, Eddie cooed, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to his chest. “We’re not upset. There’s nothing wrong with what you want to try.”

Your eyes slowly open meeting Steve’s soft ones in front of you as he smiles comfortingly. 

“We don’t have to do it for long. I was just wondering…what it was like…you know?”

“There’s something I read about once that has always kind of lingered in my head. I’d be willing to try it with you.”

“O-Ok, Daddy.”

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Once you three were clean and put together you did make a run to the market where not only did you grab all the food and alcohol you guys could carry but made a pit stop at the store you had mentioned to pick up the item you would need. 

“Steve, baby, are you sure about this? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. I trust you.”, he grins as he kisses your forehead. “Plus, Eddie will be there to guide you and watch out for me.”

When you got back to the hotel, you spent the rest of the evening relaxing and giggling with them on the floor of the hotel while you ate and talked. You made a little comfortable pillow area where the three of you could lay down even though you utilized them to lay your head throughout the evening. 

“Baby, no!”, you shout light-heartedly after the flash from Eddie’s disposable camera blinds you. You hold up your hand to block him as he moves around to try and capture another image as you pull your bare legs under his long heavy metal shirt you were wearing. 

“Oh, come on, princess. I’m going to put these in my private stash.”, he teases. 

“What private stash?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Steve chuckles behind you, taking you in his arms, and pulling you flat against the floor making you laugh harder as the metalhead takes another picture of you both. 

“So, are we doing this thing or not. I’m kind of curious to see princess here use her big girl voice.”, Eddie jokes as you roll your eyes. 

“Honestly, that’s probably how it’s going to come out.”, you giggle as he lays on the other side of you. “Little girl pretending…”

“Eh, that just makes it cuter.”

“And hotter.”, Steve adds as his thumb caresses your cheek. Lying flat on his stomach, you had begun doing what you usually do which was running your fingers along his arm that was across your chest and down his back causing him to let out a little moan every now and then. 

Eddie was leaning his on his elbow, looking down at you with nothing but love as his own palm ran continuously along your thighs and up your tummy. 

“Try it, sweetheart. Try telling him what to do.”

Steve smirked as he opened his eyes, scooting closer to you till his nose was touching yours. 

“C-Can I still call you Daddy? Is that ok?”

“Yeah, baby. If that’s what you want.”, he whispers as his breath warms your lips. “Tell Daddy what you want me to do.”

“I want you to kiss me, please.”

“Please?”, the metalhead snickered. “Y/N, that first night do you remember us saying please?”

Steve’s soft gorgeous eyes met yours encouragingly waiting for the proper command.

“Kiss me, Daddy.”

Tilting forward, his lips tenderly kissed your lips before trailing down your cheek to your neck. A moan escaped your chest that even had Eddie licking his lips beside you as he watched your eyes flutter closed as you rubbed your thighs together to relieve the ach between them. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Absently, your hand grabbed at the air, searching for the other man that you loved until you found what you were looking for, lightly yanking on his hair to bring him down to your neck. As they both kissed and sucked on your flesh, their hands roamed but Steve wanted to test you. His fingers drifted under your shirt between your legs and roughly cupped you sex making you groan loudly. 

You have no idea where the confidence came from but your palm abruptly grabbed his wrist pulling him back as your tone drops. 

“Did I tell you that you could do that?” Both their heads leaned up to look at your face as a little shudder ran through your body. “Whoa.”

“How did that feel?”, Eddie asked, a little quiver of his own shaking his voice. 

“Odd but… good. Did I go too far?”

“Baby, we just started.”, Steve groaned, biting his bottom lip before taking a hold of your hand and placing it on the bulge in his boxers. “Don’t be afraid, honey. You’re doing great. Do you feel what that did to me? That tone coming out of those sexy lips got Daddy so fucking hard. Let go, Y/N, and fully step into it. It’s ok.”, he whispered. 

Pushing him onto his back, you straddle him as your lips sloppily mingle with his while Eddie presses to your side and tosses away the shirt you’re wearing. 

“You have to get him ready, baby.” Both you and Steve had begun grinding against each other, your already soaking cunt trenching his underwear. “Come on, pretty girl.”

Groaning, you leaned down to kiss Steve’s lips, dragging them down his chest until he grunted in frustration as you moved your lower half away from his. 

“Aw, poor pathetic Daddy wants my wet pussy so bad, doesn’t he?”

“Fuck me… yeah, baby girl, I do.”

“What else do you want me to do, Daddy?”

“I-I-I want you to touch me, baby, please.”

“I am touching you, honey.”

You were in a complete state of bliss as you watched his breathing stutter at your words. Mimicking his own words back to him was making Steve practically feral as his large palms took hold of both sides of your face as his upper torso twisted up so he could press his forehead to yours. 

“Please, Y/N, Daddy needs to feel your hand around my dick. Please, baby. FUCK, you’re driving me crazy.”

Panting against your lips, he watched as you brought your palm to your tongue and licked along the skin, moaning as you did what he asked. 

“Like this, Daddy?”

“Just like that, baby. Shit.”

After he fell back against the floor, you smiled seductively at Eddie who wrapped his arms around you and adjusted you till you were on all fours hovering over Steve’s length. Placing his chest on your back, the metalhead reached underneath you and you both groaned as he slid his fingers through your folds. 

“Jesus, princess. You like having this control?”, he whispers in your ear. 

“I like watching you two—mmm—come undone.”

Your eyes rolled as he pushed two fingers inside of your core and Steve whimpered as you enveloped his cock into your mouth.

“There you go, princess. You always look so good with your mouth full of us, pretty girl.”, Eddie praises as he kisses your temple. “Are you ready, babe?”

A long line of drool dangles from your lips as you come off the man below you and nod your head. 

“Daddy, are you ready?”

“Fuck, yeah, baby, please.”

“Now, Steve, I’m not going to touch you or anything ok. It’s all going to be her but I am going to guide her so I may need to look.”

“It’s ok. I’m comfortable if you’re comfortable.”

“If at any point you do get uncomfortable…”

Steve grins as he tilts up and quickly captures your lips before lying back down. 

“I’ll say Vanilla. I promise, honey.”

Bringing you up to your knees, Eddie leans you into his lap as he reaches off to the side and grabs the bottle of lube.

“Focus, sweetheart.”, he teases when he feels you grind your ass against him.

Taking a hold of your hand, he squeezes just enough to coat your fingers before lightly walking you closer to the other man. 

“Ok, baby, you’re going to get him nice and wet so take your hand…”, Eddie instructs as you slide your digits between Steve’s ass. 

His stomach tightens when you graze his hole making you pause as your eyes meet his. 

“No, it’s alright. Keep going, baby.”

“You’re doing good, Y/N.”, the metalhead coos as he kisses your shoulder. “Whenever you both are ready, you’re going to want to slide those fingers into him so you can stretch him out just like we do with you, angel.”

Opening his legs wider to grant you more access, Steve gives you firm nod signaling he was ready when you were. Carefully, you pushed your middle finger into him, groaning when you noticed his cock twitch at the feeling. 

“Is this ok, Daddy?”, you breathily moan, completely turned on by the heavy breathing that was coming from his lips. 

“Yeah…yes…fuck…I’m ok.”

“How does it feel, baby?”

“Feels…feels good.”

“Yeah? You’re…you’re just sucking me in.”

Steve’s head fell back against the floor as you slowly began moving your finger faster inside him. 

“Fuck, pretty girl, I just want to fuck you so bad. Would it distract you if Master fucked you, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked, tone dripping with intense need.

“No, Sir. Please. I need you inside of me. Daddy, I’m going to use another finger, ok?” Steve didn’t respond verbally, his back arching as he reached down to stroke his cock. “Answer me, Steven.”, you growled.

All movement ceased again as his needy eyes met yours just as the boy behind you gathered his bearings and your mouth fell open as he guided his length inside of your cunt. 

“Ok, baby girl. Go ahead.”

As your ring finger joined your other, he mewled loudly as he continued to pump himself at your rhythm.

“Fuck, Daddy. You’re so tight and warm… like me.”

Eddie was thrusting into you at a pace and intensity that told you he wasn’t going to last long as he slammed into you like a man possessed. 

“Sir! I…I can’t breathe. Fuck! So…deep…”

The metalhead leaned against your back again, clinging to your body as he rolled his hips roughly. 

“You can breathe, baby. J-Just keep focusing on the moment. Goddamn… just hearing you talk so dirty like this… I feel like a fucking virgin… I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.”

“Fill me up, Sir, please!”

His ringed fingers travelled between your legs and rubbed your clit in fast circles, both of you moaning and panting as you came at the same time. Yanking back up on your knees, he hugged you to him as he did what you asked, placing open mouth kisses along your skin as he did. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

Chuckling softly, he kissed your lips before releasing you from his hold. 

“I love you to, Y/N. Here. Use this on the thing.”

As he lazy continued to stroke himself, Steve watched as you collected the dildo you guys bought today and lathered in a generous amount of lube before placing yourself between his legs again.

“I love you to, Steve. Are you ready?”

“I love you, Y/N. Yeah, just go slow at first.”

“Of course, baby.”, you coo as you position the head of the toy near his entrance. 

It was a modest size dildo, much smaller than the two of them but it still had Steve clenching as you gradually began pressing into him.

“Breathe, honey. You’re doing so good.”, you praise him the way they always praise you. “Taking me so well.” You smile when he gently laughs, smirking in your direction. “How does it feel, Daddy?”

“H-hurts a little but…good.”

“Do you need me to stop or anything?”

“No…fuck…I think…” As you push it a bit further in, you feel resistance as he tightens around it and his dick stiffens in his hand as a moan you had never heard from him before echoes through the room. “Oh my fucking GOD…”

“Is that the spot? Right here?”

“Ooooo! Yes, Y/N! Don’t fucking stop.”

Placing on of your arms down beside him, you tilt your face over his as you whisper against his lips. 

“Was this what it was like the first time, Steve? When you had me flat against the desk with my legs hanging off the side and you pounded your big cock into my tight little pussy?” You grinned as his free hand searched for you, gripping your bicep as he groans. “You felt so good, baby. When I went home, I could still feel you both.”

Eddie beamed up at you from his spot on the floor as he comfortingly rubbed your back. Steve abruptly opened his eyes, the dominate side reentering him as his palm took hold of your throat.

“I need to feel your cunt around my dick, honey. NOW.”

Nodding, you straddle him with your back facing his chest, mewling as you bring yourself down onto his extremely hard length. His fingers dig into your hips as you ride him hard while still thrusting the toy into his ass.

“Y-Yes, Daddy!”

Steve shudders underneath you as he tries to hold himself back desperate for you to cum first so he can feel you cling to him. 

“Come on, baby girl. Please…I need you to cum for me.”

Licking his fingers, Eddie helps you along, reaching between your legs and playing with your clit again. Right as your body trembles and you let go, Steve does the same, thrusting up into you hard as he fills you with his release. His hold on you remains steadfast till he’s completely emptied inside of you, making you groan in pleasure and exhaustion as you start to fall forward before the metalhead hastily catches you. 

“Whoa, baby. I got you. I gotcha, sweetheart.”

Leaning against his shoulder, you careful pull the toy from the man under you and Eddie gradually lifts you off his lap, lying you flat on the floor with your head on the pillow. 

“So…thoughts?”

“I like watching you both get riled up but I’m definitely not a dominate girl.”, you grin.

“Could have fooled me.”, Eddie teased. “Dirty girl with that sexy dirty mouth.”

“I think that toy we save special occasions but, Munson, you should let her finger you while sucking your dick. Oh my god.”, Steve playfully exhaled as he turned onto his side to face you. “You did good, honey.”

“Thank you for being patient with me and being willing to try something new.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You don’t have to thank us for that. You’re always so open with us when it comes to this stuff.  

You smile wide as you rub your face into the pillow. 

“Oh, I hate that we have to go home soon. I wish we could just stay here forever.”

“Well, when Ed becomes a famous rockstar, he can finally treat us like the king and queen we are.”

“Oh, really, Harrington? And what am I in this huh; the jester?”, he sasses as Steve laughs.

“No, baby. You’re a king to.”, you confirm as you turn your head to kiss his lips. 

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“I’m coming! Hang on one damn second!”, Masie shouts as someone pounds loudly on her front door. As soon as she cracks it open you come barreling through, sobbing as you begin to pace in her living room. “Y/N? What’s wrong, honey?! What happened?!”

“I fucked up, Maze. They are going to hate me, I know it!”

“Who?”

“Eddie and Steve! And my parents are going to be so disappointed. I can’t lose them again! Fuck! What am I going to do?!”

“Y/N! Breathe!”, your best friend commands as she grabs your arms and forces you to stand still before cupping your face in her hands. “Now, those men love you. Nothing you could do would make them hate you. Y/N, stop.”, she tried to soothe as you shook your head. “Stop. Calm down and tell me what happened. You know I’m here for you no matter what. We can get through anything together.”

“I don’t know how you can fix this, Masie.”

“Not with that attitude, we can’t. Come on, honey. What’s going on?”

Wiping your eyes, you walk over to her couch as she follows to sit beside you.

“I’m pregnant.”

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[fics-n-stuff]

Steve walked into the Munson trailer one day to find Eddie in the kitchen singing, lightly headbanging along to the accompanying instrumental that was playing in his head while he washed the dishes. This was not unusual. What was unusual was that Eddie was not singing in English.

Steve shut the trailer door slowly and quietly so as not to catch Eddie's attention, and slowly moved forward while listening to Eddie sing. He didn't want to interrupt yet.

A couple of minutes passed before Eddie turned and noticed Steve. He jumped, letting out a small yelp, which made Steve chuckle.

"Jesus, Harrington! How long have you been there?"

"A couple minutes."

"And you didn't think of saying anything?"

"I was trying to figure out what language you were singing in."

"Oh." Eddie grabbed a tea towel to wipe his hands on. "It was Danish."

"You speak Danish?" Steve asked in disbelief. Eddie nodded casually.

"Yeah, my mom was Danish." He shrugged. He dropped the towel and sauntered over to Steve, draping his arms over his shoulders before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Did I never tell you that?"

"No, you never told me that. You're Danish?"

"Yeah." Eddie laughed. "I know I don't really look it. You know, dark hair and dark eyes aren't really the expected viking features. Unfortunately I look more like my dad. But my hair was lighter when I was a kid."

"You speak Danish?" Steve's brain was still catching up with all this new information.

"En lille smule." Eddie grinned. "Min mor talte dansk tilt mig."¹

"I don't know what you said but that was really hot." Steve muttered. Eddie laughed. "So what was that song you were singing?"

"Me and my cousin in Denmark write letters to each other. He sent me a tape with some music he thought I'd like and one of the songs got stuck in my head."

"Will you teach me some Danish?"

"Selvfølgelig!"² Eddie's face lit up. "Nobody's ever cared that I was Danish before. A lot of people literally didn't even know that Denmark is a country."

"I think it's really cool. I wish my mom had taught me Italian, I only know the things my nonna always said, which is mostly swears and insults."

"Hey, that's useful stuff. That means you can shit talk people without them knowing what you said."

"Yeah but it would be nice to have a functioning knowledge of the language too." Steve shrugged.

"Det er ikke så fantastisk."³ Eddie said with a shake of his head, though his lips were quirked up in a smile. "There isn't really much point when nobody else understands."

"Except that being bilingual is hot." Steve smiled.

"Er det rigtigt?"⁴ Eddie exclaimed amusedly, grinning again. He leaned in to press another kiss to Steve's lips, longer and more tender. He pulled back and rested his forehead against Steve's, letting out a tiny contented sigh. "Jeg elsker dig."⁵

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I just came back from visiting family in Denmark and I had the idea of Scandinavian Eddie so here's a teensy tiny ficlet. I was gonna make him Norwegian because Norway is more known for their metal music than Denmark, but I don't speak Norwegian so I felt uncomfortable writing any Nowegian sentences. I don't really speak Danish either but I could at least kinda know what I was writing, and I kept it pretty simple so almost all of it is stuff I know anyway. 💕

Translations:

¹"A little bit." "My mum spoke Danish to me."

²"Of course!"

³"It's not that great."

⁴"Is that right?"

⁵"I love you."

[g00seg1raffe]

A (comparatively) Brief Thought about Steve Harrington's Names

Lucky Stevie has full names in three different languages and they're all equally incriminating in different ways!

For context: Steve's parents meet just as the summer of '66 is ending, in a perfectly legitimate bar with absolutely no connection to organised crime in Chicago. They introduce themselves as Christopher (call me Chris, Christopher is shite) Harrington and Anita (but you, bello, can call me Tina) Martino. They are both lying.

See, America is it's own little world. Founded by desperate refugees and religious extremists, the USA is the New York of the western world - the perfect place to disappear, because no matter your sins, there's always someone weirder. And in this totally not shady bar in Chicago, these two strangers have a lot of sins.

Mr. Ciarán Ótis Marcin Ó'hArrachtáin is what some might call a terrorist. Those 'some' are, of course, all eejits who seem to be fecking delirah with the Brits treating the Irish Free State as a colony. But Ótis and Martyna didn't raise a spineless dosser, not on tales of the shite they saw in Nazi Poland. Ciarán wants to be just like his mama, so does the only thing he can at sweet sixteen and joins the IRA. It was a grand old time - until some spanner decided to start the boarder campaign, make some things go boom, then it all goes arseways and suddenly he's a wanted man. Now he's legged it all the way out to this bar in Chicago where he can find some mostly-legal work, set himself up as someone who doesn't need to check over his shoulder every five seconds - and maybe he can take a chance on this absolute ride of an Italian who's just walked in, Jaysus -

Sig.na Alessia Stefania "Pieterina" Serafini has made a name for herself as a mafiosa. Beloved, wild, ruthless granddaughter of Don Alessio - caporegime since nineteen and well on her way to consigliere - and, right now, in molti problemi with la Cosa Nostra. So much problemi that she's been effectively smuggled into the US, like that goddamn heroin shipment that started all these problemi... ah well. She just needs to lie low for a bit (a decade) with her American cousins on the less than legal side of Chicago before she can return to her cosca and the people she actually trusts not to stab her the moment she turns her back - and maybe she can have some fun with this bello, bello Irishman who's looking her way, dannazione -

So. Discussing the evolution Mr and Mrs Harrington's relationship is gonna have to wait (though I'd love to hear from you guys) - the important thing here is the family history.

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Tina's side: Alessia Stefania "Pietrina" Serafini.

Tina's father is Vincenzo Serafini and her grandfather is Alessio Serafini. Her first name is the feminine of her paternal grandfather's name. Steve's middle names are also from them.

(In case it wasn't obvious, the Serafini family are heavily involved in the Italian mafia - potentially involved in the Ciaculli massacre in '63 - and also have ties to the American mafia.)

Tina's mother is Pietra Tedesco and her grandmother is Stefania Tedesco. Her middle name - Stefania - and her son's first name - Stefano - are from her maternal grandmother. "Pietrina" is a diminutive nickname for Pietra - they're saying she's just like her mother, and since they figured this would be easy and natural enough for Steve to remember, his agreed Italian 'cover' surname is Di Pietro.

(Pietra is the feminine of her father's Petri Tedesco - which is itself the new name chosen by the German runaway Peter Thälmann. No relation to German Communist Party Leader Ernst Thälman, no sir, nothing to see here.)

So: Stefano Alessio Vincenzo Serafini - or, when he doesn't want to advertise the mafia part - Stefano Di Pietro.

Chris' side: Ciarán Ótis Marcin Ó'hArrachtáin.

Chris' father is Ótis Ó'hArrachtáin, and his paternal grandparents Steafán and Keira Ó'hArrachtáin. He gets his first name from the masculine of his grandmother's name, his middle name from his father, and gave Steve his grandfather's name.

(Steafán and Keira worked their asses off their whole life to put their kids through school, ennabling Ótis to work at the Irish embassy in Poland, where he managed to smuggle a handful of refugees past the Nazis to Britain, of which his future wife, Hannia Marcinkiewicz, was one.)

Chris' mother is Anita Marcinkiewicz. He gets his middle name from her surname. Steve gets his Irish 'cover' surname from that.

(Anita and her son are very similar as teenagers and young adults - the same heady cocktail of jaded rage and a naïve sense of justice, motivating spiky teens in parallel shitty situations to commit near-suicidal acts of heroism, with similar results. Just what did Anita do? Nothing you can prove, of course...)

(Yes, Anita Marcinkiewicz and Anita Martino - a wild coincidence that kicks of conversation for our young lovers in Chicago. Not in any way manipulated by an omnipotent fangirl who wants her OCs to have something neat to make slightly awkward but unexpectedly wholesome small talk about over a Guinness and a Negroni in a bar in Chicago). (This is why Chris calls his wife Tina all the time when anyone else would get shot if she's feeling anything less than saccharine.)

So: Steofán Ciarán Ótis Ó'hArrachtáin - or, when he'd rather avoid any connection to the wanted terrorist - Steofán Ó Máirtín.

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Of course, as half Irish and half Italian - or, well, 1/8 German, 2/8 Polish, 2/8 Irish and 3/8 Italian but who's counting. Aside from me -

The point is, he's Catholic as fuck. He can be non-practicing and still Catholic (bc fuckboi), he can lose his faith and still be Catholic (bc interdimensional hell monsters), he can be an atheist (bc Irish) and still be Catholic, ok - he is Italian and Irish, there's no cure.

So, yeah, he's definitely been christened. And sure, you can old give any old name to the government (fuck them anyways) as long as it suits your purposes. But your christening name is the one that God knows you by, okay, you don't want to lie to the priest and end up with the wrong name tag when you get to heaven (or if, I guess).

What I'm saying is the paperwork says Steven Otis Harrington, but some poor Father/Reverendo gets hit with Stefano Stiofán Alessio Ciarán Vincenzo Ótis Serafini Ó'hArrachtáin. Good fucking luck!

[italiansteebie]

also on ao3 (Im not... super happy with this but here you go anways.

There were many things people didn't know about Steve Harrington. Like how he was fluent in italian, or how he actually didn't care that much about his hair or his looks, or how his parents are never home.

But people seemed to take one look at Steve and seemed to think they had it all figured out, and Eddie was no exception. 

Until the guy started picking up the newest sheep from hellfire, until he saw Robin Buckley from band hanging out with him, hanging onto his every word.

So maybe he didn't have the guy figured out.

And he figured out he really didn't have shit figured out when a cheerleader started floating in his living room. Or when the ground split open and Steve Harrington wanted to go down there.

But then he figured out that for Steve, Nancy, and newly Robin, this was... Quite normal for them actually. And so they walked through the gross ass woods with Nancy Wheeler to find the guns that she had hidden in her closet. Guns. In Nancy Wheeler's closest. In a dimension hidden in the crust of this one.

What the fuck is going on?

So anyways, they make it out.

After Steve gets chewed on by bats, of course, and he gets up and runs like nothing ever happened and Nancy and Robin pretend that that's normal.

And he doesn't know how the guy did it because when it comes time for Eddie's turn, he almost dies. They kill the big bad guy, though Eddie doesn't get to hear about that part for a few weeks. He doesn't remember much about how they got out of the Upside Down the second time, but he does remember one really weird thing that Steve had said.

"Fuck, fuck! My leg fell off!"

And then he was being dropped, and it all went black.

--

They had done it, they had finally done it, he was dead and it was over. The race was over.

Well, Steve had thought it was over.

But then Dustin was sobbing over Eddie's body, and the kid couldn't stand up right, and suddenly there was another race to escape the throws of the upside down.

They were so close.

The steps of Eddie's trailer were right there. But of course life had other plans, and he felt the suction come loose. 

And he toppled over.

"Fuck, fuck! My leg fell off!"

And maybe he should've thought about that sentence. but Eddie was slipping away and he panicked. 

Nancy was the only one who really knew what he was talking about (to her credit, she was the only one of them who's seen him naked), but Dustin and Robin both looked very concerned, and he'd even heard Robin whisper "rabies." with a crazed laugh bubbled up as punctuation.

"Here, get dustin to the gate, I'll help Steve,"

"Wh- how are you gonna put his leg back on? How does a leg fall off?!" Robin asked, laughing again, this time more maniacal. 

"Go!"

"Nancy!?"

"It's a prosthetic! the suction came loose, just get Dustin out of here!" Steve yelled, cutting through the shouting of the others, there was a studying pause from Robin and Dustin. "Questions later, please just go!"

So they did, Robin only looking back as Nancy cut away at the extra fabric of Steve's jeans, trying her best to help Steve with the suction sleeve of his prosthetic.

And soon enough, they were at the hospital.

Steve, Eddie, and Dustin had been admitted and Nancy and Robin were being checked over. They had arrived soon after Max, Erica and Lucas did, Max being admitted for multiple broken bones. (She'd be fine, the doctors had told them. Just a few broken bones and some new glasses). 

–

When Eddie woke up, it took a minute for him to realize where he was. Uncle Wayne was to the right of him, holding his hand, looking a little worse for wear. 

"Wayne?" The old man turned to him, eyes lighting up. "Oh, Eddie. you're awake," he could see the relief on Wayne's face, and almost felt bad for almost getting himself killed. But over the course of a few days, he woke up a little more, and Wayne told him all about how Chief Hopper came back from the dead, how the charges were dropped and a new trailer was waiting for them, curtesy of the government (which Wayne knew was shady but, hey. A new trailer is a new trailer). And how Steve Harrington had been visiting, every single day since he'd gotten better himself.

And that's when Eddie remembered.

"Hey, Wayne?"

"Yeah, son?"

"Did he have two legs?"

“Who?”

“Steve!” He said, exasperated, like it was exhausting just asking about the guy.

Wayne looked at him, "They up your morphine drip? Yeh, he had two legs." Eddie shook his head at him, "When we were in the... uh." Eddie hesitated, "Earthquake?" Wayne finished for him, "Yeah, earthquake, he said something about his leg falling off... but then I passed out... I. Is he okay?" he asked finally. Wayne pondered this for a moment, studying Eddie's face. "Well, he looked a little tired but, okay other than that."

"Is he going to come back today?" Eddie tried to sound like he wasn't desperate. It didn't work, if the look on Wayne's face said anything. 

"Probably. When you were just waking up I pressed the nurse call, and she said she was fixing to tell everyone the good news."

And just like that, Steve walked in, eyes wide, "Eddie! You're okay. they wouldn't let me see you when I woke up and I was so scared that I didn't make it in… Time." He cut off his nervous rambling.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks to you, big boy."     

Wayne arched an eyebrow at this and stood, "I'm- I'll leave you boys to it." and with that the two were alone. Eddie studied Steve for a while. This was not the guy everyone told him about, the guy his friends had warned him about, and he wondered how everyone got it so wrong. "You're not who I thought you were."

"I'm... Uh. I'm sorry?" He posed it as a question.

"No! Not like that... Just. Everyone thinks they know you so well. And I- They don't. It's like, no one knows anything about you."

Steve smirks, "I'm a man of mystery,"

"Yeah, but maybe you should tell people when you're missing a leg, dingus. Nice to see you back in the land of the living Munson." and there was Robin standing in the doorway. "Rob!"

She and Nancy filtered into the room, Dustin hopping on his crutches behind them, "Yeah, what's up with that Steve? I thought you were captain of the swim team?" Dustin inquired. Steve rolled his eyes, "Yeah, the disabled swim team." he laughed.

"So... When we were 'down there' your leg really fell off?" Eddie questioned, watching as Steve lifted up his pant leg, tapping on the metal that was there in place of an ankle, "Yeah, I was sweating so much that the suction came loose, and well... It just slid off."

"So... How did you lose your leg?" He asked, getting smacked in the arm by Robin, "Hey! No hitting the guy in the hospital bed," he said, pointing to himself. "Dude, you can't just ask people that!" She said incredulously, Nancy and Dustin nodding in agreement, while Steve just laughed. "It's okay, it's okay! I'm used to it. I lost it when I was young... You guys probably heard about it… Uh. Me and my nona were in a car accident, we were both fine but my leg got trapped in the metal of the car, and well... They couldn't save it. It was pretty scary for a while, not having a leg... But then my parents got me a prosthetic that had dinosaurs on it. Perks of having rich parents who don't know how to show you love. " He shrugged, and Eddie didn't have time to be sad before Robin piped up.

"You... Oh my god! That was you! I remember hearing about that, you were what, 7 right? Because I was six... I was so sad for you. Oh! But then you showed your prosthetic at show and tell!" Robin rambled, and Steve watched the realization cover everyone's face, including Eddie's morphine clouded brain.

"Dude, when I heard that, 9 year old me freaked out! I had just moved in with Wayne and all of a sudden there's a kid without a leg? I thought you were the most metal person ever! Before I even knew what that meant. Wow." The look on Eddie's face could only be described as starstruck, like he was meeting his idol. 

"Man. People really don't know shit about you."

And Steve laughed. 

“No really!” Eddie insisted, sitting up slowly to prove his point, Steve reaching over to help him the rest of the way, urging him to be careful. “See! That's exactly what I mean! You're so… Helpful! It's weird. In highschool, I took one look at you and thought I knew everything about you, but… I don't!”

“I mean, after a while, you stop trying to share stuff when people just assume they already know you.”

And maybe that made Eddie feel a little guilty, but he knows it wasn't meant too. “So. Let's get to know each other then.” He said, reaching for Steve's hand, Steve closing the gap and holding his gently.

Steve smiled softly. 

“Ew, are you guys flirting?”

And both Steve and Eddie jumped out of their skin, forgetting they weren't the only ones in the room. “And what if we were, mind your business Buck.” Steve snarked, smirking back at Eddie. Robin rolled her eyes, “Let's play a game! It's called "get to know Steve!” Eddie cheered before the two could start arguing again. 

Steve shook his head, “I won't have any mystery then!”

“Maybe I don't want you to have mysteries with me.”

Robin scoffed, “You're flirting again.”

And the look Steve gave her was so quick, Eddie almost missed it. But it seemed to do the trick because soon enough she was dragging Nancy and Dustin out of the room with her, claiming it was time to visit Max. 

“You really want to get to know me?”

“I want to know everything about you, Steve.”

“Wow, I mean. No one's ever been like… Interested in me. They like my looks but… That's it.”

Eddie frowned, “Not even Nancy?” he questioned, regretting it as soon as he saw Steve’s face fall. “We weren't good for each other.” and that was all he said.

“What's your favorite color?”

“What?” 

“What's your favorite color?”

“Oh. It's uh. It's green. Forest Green.” 

Eddie smiled, “Getting to know you, getting to know all about you,” he sang, eyes squinting as he smiled, only for it to grow as Steve let out a giggle, an honest to god, giggled. Eddie thinks he's going to die, and what a place to do it. In a hospital bed, smiling at his crush. 

Steve pulled his hand away, and Eddie frowned, “Where are you going?” Steve smiled, “No where, just uh. your heart rates been kinda high since I started holding your hand.” he giggled, pointing at the monitors who's beeps were faster than they were 15 minutes ago. 

By the time Nancy, Robin and Dustin came back from visiting Max, the two boys had a date set for as soon as Eddie was cleared to go home.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie asked as the girls settled back into their chairs in Eddie's room, an idea sparking in his brain. Steve turned to him, eyebrows raised. “What’s on your prosthetic now?” He led. 

“Oh, uh. It's just plain metal. My parents got tired of paying for the prints as soon as the whole thing wore off it's… Attention value I guess.” Steve shrugged, looking at the floor.

Robin jumped up from her seat, “Let's paint it!” she said, proposing the idea before Eddie could.

Eddie brightened, “Yeah! We can all add something!” He cheered.

Steve smiled, “You guys would do that?” 

“Of course we would, Steve.” Nancy said, leaning over to rest a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him knowingly. And so the next day, the whole group was piled into Eddie's room, Will’s paint supplies spread across Eddie's bed.

“What did you guys need it for?” Joyce asked, a protective hold on Will’s shoulder as she scanned the room. Steve came out of the bathroom, metal leg in hand, crutch in the other, “This! They're going to paint my leg,” he smiled. And just as expected, the new information made the room explode. 

After they shared the story, and Steve answered all the questions, it was decided that there was going to be even more art on his leg, even Hopper wanted to add his own piece.

Steve smiled as he watched his family paint something that brought his real family so much shame. 

–

It was months later, Eddie was out of the hospital, and Steve was confident in showing off his prosthetic, now that had been decorated by the ones he loves. They were on a date in the park, Steve was wearing the shorts that Eddie loved so much. The wind was blowing a soft breeze, and the sun was just beginning to set.

“I'm so glad I got to know you.” 

There were many things Eddie Munson knew about Steve Harrington. Like how he was fluent in italian, or how he actually didn't care that much about his hair or his looks, or how his parents are never home. 

And how he loved with his whole body, and the way he likes his eggs in the morning, and the way he showed off his prosthetic when it was covered in reminders that he is loved.

If one thing is for sure, there was no way you could take one look at Steve Harrington and know everything about him.

[findafight]

Hey! Do you have any headcanons or ideas RE Mr & Mrs Buckley? (Or Mr & Mrs Harrington?)

I like to imagine that Robin’s parents have some suspicions that Robin *maybe* isn’t straight. Melissa *desperately* wants to say something, let Robin know that they love and accept her no matter what (when she finally does come Melissa’s like “You could become a cop or join the army and I’d still love you!”). Richard is very firm that they should leave it be and let Robin come to them if she’s ready.

This doesn’t stop Melissa from dropping hints, trying to prod Robin into opening up to her, but all Robin hears is “Mom is already scared I’m gonna die a spinster”.

This is part of the reason they’re wary of Steve when he starts hanging around. Like, he’s a nice enough boy - if they were sure that Robin liked boys, he’d be a lovely little son in law.

Oooh yes I love her parents I know the companion novels are only like. Half canon but greatest gift we got was Hippie Christmas. (I like to headcanon that Richard and Melissa have a bunch of friends who go by the names they choose in the 60s. Robin's got at least an aunt Periwinkle, and an uncle Salmon [goes by Sal for short!])

Mr. Buckley is the son of Italian immigrants and spoke it at home growing up, Mrs. Buckley was the daughter of French immigrants and did the same, which is how Robin first got her love of language speaking three different ones at home! Richard Buckley loves to cook and little chicklit Robin helped him with a special kitchen foot stool 🥺 and also he is very dad-shaped I think. Melissa probably is the one between the two to decide she's going to read war and peace in one sitting (original Russian optional) and make derisive noises at parts she doesn't like but won't elaborate on what happened. Also she is probably the one to play an instrument (maybe saxophone or bassoon?) There is at least one Buddha in the Buckley house.

I think her parents are supportive to the best of their abilities. Maybe they were in a really welcoming scene before Robin was born (also. Depending on when Robin was born [I've said she's a December 67 baby in a fic but I'm really not picky] she could be a summer of love baby and when she realised this she was horrified and refused to acknowledge it ever again lmao.) And so they pick up some...vibes when Robin was young and would moon over pretty teachers or princesses, give each other Significant Looks when she did.

Robin's line about her mom reminding her she rambles I think is just natural strain between parent and child, and possibly even her mom trying in an awkward and seemingly harsh way to protect her because Robin does have some clearly neurodivergent traits, which people can find off putting and she might be picked on for.

Love what you're putting down with Mrs. Buckley saying they'd always love her to show they'll stay by her if she comes out. But I think the delivery would be more. "Robin, we will always love you. Always..." Here she paused to think of something that isnt about being gay but would still convince Robin even if they thought it was bad they'd be there. "Even if you...decided you wanted to be a c-🤢 a cop. Or maybe even...🤢 Joined the🤮 military..." While Mr. Buckley is looking at his wife trying to charade to her that this is NOT a convincing speech!!

When they meet Steve and he and Robin are just hanging all over each other and bickering, and the Buckleys have to take a step back because did they get it wrong? They like Steve and he seems delighted to meet them and spend time with Robin and is so obviously fond of her... Of course people can like both but they were pretty sure Robin didn't...but her and Steve fit together so nicely.....except when Melissa brings up that it'd be perfectly alright for her to introduce Steve as her boyfriend Robin makes a gagging sound and screeches that he is her best friend and just because she sometimes want to crawl into his brain does not mean she ever wants to crawl into his pants.

Neither Melissa or Richard Buckley actually know what to do with that.

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Titanic | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Said and done. Here is the introduction to the Titanic series with Steve.

Warnings: I won't say anything because you already know what will happen ;). Anyway, I would like to clarify that Steve will play the role of Rose and Y/N the role of Jack.

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The smell of salt and wet sand filled the harbor, as did the noise of hundreds of passengers and their families saying goodbye to each other.

Steve was among them, stepping off the trolley that had taken them to the largest luxury ship in history, the Titanic.

"It's not that impressive" muttered Steve with disinterest, watching as their suitcases were unloaded and carried inside the ship.

"Don't be so cruel, Steve, it's amazing, and we'll be among the first to board it" Nancy stood next to him, smiling with excitement as she saw the great architectural work in front of them both.

"It's not worth all the money I paid" he shook his head, walking at a slow, steady pace to the stairs.

Beyond the site, in an old, ramshackle local bar, two young girls were playing a game of poker, tickets to the grandiose Titanic up for grabs.

Neither fully understood the language of the two Italians, but of course they knew they were not being congratulated for winning them tickets that would easily be worth an eyeful of their faces, maybe two.

Y/N, ecstatic with excitement and joy, grabbed the tickets and ran toward the boat with her large bag of clothes on her back and her best friend at her side.

It was hard to get to the climb. Hundreds of people were in the way, pushing and shoving and bumping into each other, all too happy, scared and melancholy about leaving their loved ones. All except Y/N and Robin, who were running like there was no tomorrow, waving goodbye to everyone, shouting that they were going to have the most exciting ride of their lives.

Little did they know that, in reality, this would be the last voyage they could take before the tragic sinking of the Titanic.

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(he's) a runaway foal that doesn't know where to go | Teen And Up Audiences | 17,260

Author: @patti_cake08 (twitter) / @moltenchocolatelavacake (tumblr) Beta Reader: @alaninamis (instagram)

Steve Harrington has always loved too much, he knows this. And yet he’s never been enough for anybody. It’s why relationships never work out for him. But he tried again because of course he did. Always too stupid for his own good, his feelings were bullshit. A week after having his heart broken by a man he believed he’d meant more to than flirty phone calls and occasional fucks, Steve ends up at Forest Hills Trailer Park. He’d gone looking for a reprieve, a comfort, a way out of his grief. Instead he finds a pair of pale arms and a yearning heart eager to help him heal and, maybe, show him his love is enough.

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Original Male Characters, Wayne Munson, Vickie, brief Nancy Wheeler Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Angst, Heartbreak, Healing, Friends to Lovers, Sharing Clothes, Sharing a Bed, Alcohol, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, fellas is it selfish to be taken care of by your crush, fellas is it selfish to take care of your crush, Steve Harrington Has Abandonment Issues, the Munsons are from Louisiana, petnames, Italian Steve Harrington, References to David Bowie, Open Relationship but it isn’t handled very well, Southern Eddie Munson Trigger Warnings: Negative self-talk

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Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

And that’s a wrap! I hope y’all enjoy this last installment! 

Part One I Part Two I Part Three I Part Four I Part Five I Part Six I Part Seven I Part Eight I Part Nine I Also on AO3!

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Eddie was nervous. It didn’t help that his shop was closed and he had nothing to occupy him other than thinking about Steve coming over that night. Most years it was a welcome rest to shut down for the day after the hectic Valentine’s Day season but today he was pacing the apartment convinced he’d forgotten something. He’d pretty much spent all day freaking himself out about his first date with Steve. 

Eddie had decided he was going to cook for Steve. Mrs. De Lucas had taught Eddie some of her secret family recipes and he’d decided to pull out all the stops and make homemade pasta and tiramisu for dessert. He was just putting the finishing touches on the sauce when he heard a soft knock at the door.

“Steve! Welcome to my humble abode,” Eddie said as he held the door open for Steve.

“Thanks, Eddie.” Steve said as he walked in. Steve was holding a little ceramic pot. He must have noticed Eddie glancing down at it so Steve added, “Oh, I was going to bring you flowers but I felt like as a florist you’d probably be sick of them so this is aloe vera? I figured if you cook a lot you might also have to deal with cooking-related burns and aloe vera is really good for soothing them.” 

“Aw, babe. That’s so thoughtful!” Eddie praised. Steve flushed bright red and Eddie thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. “Can I get you a glass of wine?”

“Sure, thanks, Eds.”

“Of course! Cheers to our first official date, Steve,” Eddie said as they clinked glasses.

“I dunno, I think spending eight hours together in a van probably counts.”

“I was working, it absolutely doesn’t count,” Eddie disagreed.

“We had romantic music, we ate food, you kissed me goodbye, sounds like a date to me, babe,” Steve argued.

“Absolutely not. You playing cheesy music and eating sandwiches over my workbench with Robin and Chrissy does not a date make,” Eddie laughed. “A homemade dinner, wine, dessert? This is a date, sweetheart.”

“I’m only letting you win because you feed me,” Steve answered.

“Using me for my kitchen. Shame on you, Harrington.”

“At least you’re going into this with open eyes, hun,” Steve said, “I have high expectations after that fucking grilled cheese.”

“Oh man, the pressure!” Eddie joked as he grabbed the pasta and garlic bread and herded Steve over to the small kitchen table.

“This smells so good, Eds.”

“A De Lucas’ family recipe. I hope you don’t mind Italian.”

Eddie and Steve ate and gossiped about Robin and Chrissy and some of the crazy bouquets they had delivered the day before. Eventually, Eddie grabbed the bottle of wine and led Steve over to his couch. They continued chatting and Steve moved to lean against Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie reached his arm around Steve and started rubbing small circles into Steve’s collarbone.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Munson?” Steve asked.

“It depends. Are you feeling seduce-able?” Eddie answered.

Steve looked up at Eddie with big brown eyes and nodded. Eddie leaned down and kissed Steve. It was even better than yesterday. Eddie suspected it might have something to do with the fact that they weren’t being interrupted by Robin and Chrissy whooping.

“Steve,” Eddie basically moaned and pulled at his sweater, “Can I take this off of you?”

“Yes,” Steve answered. Eddie would have been self conscious about how far gone he already was but Steve was right there with him.

“So pretty for me, baby,” Eddie said as he started to kiss down Steve’s torso. He positioned himself on the floor in between Steve’s legs and continued to kiss and tease and bite as he made his way to the waistband of Steve’s joggers.

“Oh, Eds.”

Eddie would have done just about anything to hear Steve make those sounds again. He started to run his hands over Steve’s hips, moving lower as Steve started to cant his hips off of the couch. As Eddie was about to ask if he could finish undressing Steve, he noticed something that was a little too dark to be a mole. It was sort of a weird shaped blobish thing on just above Steve’s hipbone.

“Stevie, you do have a tattoo!” Eddie exclaimed.

“Oh shit, Eddie,” Steve tried to pull Eddie back up but Eddie was persistent. He got very close but he still couldn’t figure out what on earth Steve’s tattoo was supposed to be. 

“Steve. Do you have a tattoo of a dick on your hip?” Eddie asked. Steve burst out laughing and grabbed the back of Eddie’s shirt to pull him back onto the couch.

“No, Eddie. God this is embarrassing.”

“You don’t have to tell me about it, if you don’t want to,” Eddie answered as Steve buried his head into Eddie’s neck.

“Oh gosh, no, it’s just so stupid. Robin and I decided to get a matching tattoo like ages ago when we were bored at one of our dead end summer jobs.”

“Why’d you land on a penis?”

“It’s not, shut up.” Steve whined.

“Are you sure?” Eddie looked back down trying to imagine what else it could possibly be.

“Just listen! Okay so the place we were working was across from some shitty tattoo parlor so we spent hours pouring over the internet for ideas. It’s also important that you know we had also learned how to do the handshake from the Parent Trap.”

“I cannot wait to see how that’s relevant.”

“You’re impossible,” Steve scoffed. “Anyways. We couldn’t come up with any decent ideas until Robin thinks we should each get half of something. She thought it would be so funny to get a tattoo that we could bump together when we did the hip portion of the handshake.”

“This is even better than I could have imagined. What on earth is it supposed to be half of?” Eddie asked.

“A butterfly?” Steve offered. He looked so nervous Eddie couldn’t stand it.

“Stevie,” Eddie laughed, “I promise I’m not laughing at you. It’s just so cute and also so unfortunate.”

“No, it’s truly awful,” Steve agreed. “It was so bad. We thought we were so cool and we didn’t even realize what it looked like until we left the tattoo shop. I could never bring myself to get rid of it but I also never got another tattoo. I was so worried it would come out accidentally raunchy again. Robin kept her’s too but she got a bunch of other small random tattoos in the same area so it’s not, like immediately, obvious.”

“I can’t believe I was worried you’d make fun of my tattoos. At least I never got an accidental dick friendship tattoo,” Eddie teased.

“You’re the worst,” Steve said. 

Steve ran his hands over Eddie’s tattoos and Eddie’s breath hitched a little whenever Steve’s fingers ghosted over a sensitive area.

“I’m just teasing, baby,” Eddie kissed the top of Steve’s head.

“What’s this one from?” Steve asked and pointed to a small coffin tattoo.

“That one, and these bats over my elbow were for my high school band, Corroded Coffin. We still play every once in a while but not as often as we did back then.”

“Do you have a favorite?”

“I dunno, they’re all pretty random honestly. I have a tiny delivery van I’m pretty fond of,” Eddie showed Steve the rendering of the De Lucas’ van on his left bicep. Steve dutifully pressed a kiss into his arm. “Oh, and this one was supposed to be a ravioli but it kind of just looks like a ruffle-ly square,” Eddie laughed as he found the little tattoo on his rib.

Eddie and Steve spent the rest of the evening laughing together about stupid tattoos and meaningful tattoos. Eddie looked down at Steve laying in his lap, recounting his least favorite tattoo he’s ever given and Eddie thanked his lucky stars that they found their way to each other. Eddie thought about Steve’s offer to tattoo him and knew one day he’d take him up on it but most of all he knew he was never letting Steve go.

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Thanks so much for going on this journey with me! I hope y’all like the conclusion of this series. I’m going to take a break for a bit but I have plans for a hockey AU for Stanley Cup season once I recover, lol!

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[florallylly]

i love a child model steve harrington au .... it's so heart to me

[withacapitalp]

For the send me a character thing: Steve Harrington of course :3

favorite thing about them

OH MY GOD THIS BOYS CAPACITY TO LOVE. Like Steve's ability to open up his heart and the way he cares SO FUCKING MUCH. Like he stays in the hospital in s1 after the house scene, he loves Nancy enough to absolve her of guilt before she even has any, S3 he sacrifices himself so easily s4??? I'm just so. He really just opens up to everyone and isn't afraid to be open, which in a show full of repressed nerds is so refreshing. Steve has so many emotions!!!! (That's why he and Eddie work together lol)

ALSO THE NAIL BAT AND THE WAY HE RUNS BACK IN SEASON ONE STEVE DEFENDERS RISE THIS BOY WAS ALWAYS GOOD HE JSUT TRIED TO HIDE THAT GOLD HEART BUT ONCE HE WAS DONE HIDING IT IT WAS ALL OVER

least favorite thing about them

Steve's a liiiiittle bit of a pushover (okay a lotta bit) I think that after all of the things he's been through the fact that he still kind of stays pushovery and still thinks he needs to want to achieve normal....baby c'mon!!!! You can let yourself continue to grow!! The crazy thing is he wants to grow, but he holds himself back

favorite line

" I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out I’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter."

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY THEY MADE HIM HATE BEING THE BABYSITTER IN SEASON FOUR It makes no sense!!!! Steve loves his kids and MAX WAS CURSED AT THIS POINT like it was so out of character. Anyway Not only did those kids packbond to him, but he packbonded to them immediately too. They're his family, they're his, and having him not want to protect them was confusing.

brOTP

Steve and Robin OBVI They're literally soulmates but!!! I also really love Stonathan as besties. I think that they have a ton that they could sympathize/empathize with and I will never forgive the duffers for stealing Monster Hunting Trio from us!!!!!

OTP

Steddie obvi, but I also really love stoncy? I think individually none of them work, but all three together they have this special thing that just hits so riiiiight. Also Stargyle is my crack OTP they would be SO CUTE and the hair in that relationship.......chefs kiss

nOTP

Steve and Tammy Thompson LMAO

Harringrove tho haha not my thing (even tho I have them being toxic af exes in one of my fic series)

random headcanon

Steve's Italian heritage!!!! Steve's Nonna helped to raise him (part of why he's such an absolute sweetheart) and she taught him all her recipes! He still has her recipe book with her hard to read cursive. He can't really read it (because dyslexia makes it hard enough to read regular print) but Eddie knows about it and he reads the recipes out loud for Steve

unpopular opinion

I think that Steve in season one was not that bad. People treat him live he was like the devil and he said some really unforgivable things but he also immediately regretted it and bought Jonathan a new camera and did so much to try and make up for the things he did that he knew were wrong!!! Eh I just season one Steve was not a villain he was just a guy!!!

song i associate with them

Landslide by Fleetwood Mac This is the Steve SONG like please guys listen to this song and think about Steve it is PAINFUL. Matilda by Harry Styles is another good Steve Song and Desperado by the Eagles

favorite picture of them

0-0......O-O HES SO P R E T T Y

[moltenchocolatelavacake]

(he's) a runaway foal that doesn't know where to go |  Teen And Up Audiences | 17,522 WC

Author: @patti_cake08 (twitter) / @moltenchocolatelavacake (tumblr) Beta Reader: @alaninamis (instagram)

Summary

Steve Harrington has always loved too much, he knows this. And yet he's never been enough for anybody. It's why relationships never work out for him. But he tried again because of course he did. Always too stupid for his own good, his feelings were bullshit. A week after having his heart broken by a man he believed he’d meant more to than flirty phone calls and occasional fucks, Steve ends up at Forest Hills Trailer Park. He’d gone looking for a reprieve, a comfort, a way out of his grief. Instead he finds a pair of pale arms and a yearning heart eager to help him heal and, maybe, show him his love is enough.

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Original Male Characters, Wayne Munson, Vickie, brief Nancy Wheeler Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Angst, Heartbreak, Healing, Friends to Lovers, Sharing Clothes, Sharing a Bed, Alcohol, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, fellas is it selfish to be taken care of by your crush, fellas is it selfish to take care of your crush, Steve Harrington Has Abandonment Issues, the Munsons are from Louisiana, petnames, Italian Steve Harrington, References to David Bowie, Open Relationship but it isn't handled very well, Southern Eddie Munson

Trigger Warnings: Negative self-talk

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I MEANT EVERYTHING I SAID - Eddie Munson X Harrington!Reader

Word count: 6k.

TW: SMUT 18+, minors DNI, reader is Steve’s younger sister, angst, shitty Harrington parents, Steve’s an amazing brother, mentions of drugs (edibles) and smoking (both weed and cigarettes), established relationship, oral sex (both m and f), unprotected p in v sex, praise kink, daddy kink, choking. Eddie and reader tease each other and are really fluffy in the end.

Author’s note: hello babies, thank you for reading this, reblogs, comments and likes are highly appreciated!! I just wanted to clarify that in this fic, the reader resembles me, I’m kinda short (sometimes I really can’t reach the top shelves in my kitchen, lol), I wear glasses and the reference to the pasta box is because I’m italian. Maybe this didn’t need a note, but I thought it’d be nice to share.

Anyways, thank you for your support, anonymous requests are open. Hope you have a great day, sweethearts <3

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You and the boy are sitting on the grass, sipping beer while he’s rolling a joint.

“Can’t believe you actually broke your arm chasing Dustin Henderson down the stairs”, he laughs. You shrug and chuckle, “Believe it or not, I think you remember me walking at school with a cast on my arm and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the true story of how it happened”.

“It’s unbelievable”, he laughs and you join him.

“I’m telling you, I tried to catch him and didn’t manage to”.

He is still smirking, then he puts the freshly rolled joint between your lips.

He’s so handsome, you think.

“Of course I remember you with the cast”, he whispers, lighting the joint, “How could I not remember a pretty girl like you, huh?”

You blush, take a drag and exhale the smoke, your brain is trying to come up with a smart comeback. It fails.

“Thanks”, is all you manage to reply. Then you place the joint in his hand, slowly caressing his wrist, “You’re not mean and scary as they…”, you scoff, pointing at the people inside the house, “…describe you. Steve warned me, in fact: you’re kind and funny”, you admit.

He plays with his rings, avoiding your gaze, “Kind and funny you say, huh? Even though that were true, you’re the most wanted girl at this party, yet you’re smoking and drinking with the freak”.

“I like this better, honestly”, you shrug and steal the joint from his lips, you take a few drags in silence. You know he’s studying you, you feel his gaze on your head and hands. “And you’re not a freak, I already told ya that”.

A few moments later, he’s the one breaking the silence.

I’ll show you funny, darling, you look so pretty when you laugh, he thinks, smirking.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, Eddie?”

“What I’m about to ask you is… embarassing and difficult, please don’t make fun of me”, he pouts.

You frown but smile at the same time, “Okay, just go ahead”.

What the actual fuck?

He sits in front of you, “ I’ve been waiting for this for a long time”. You swallow worriedly and nudge his hand, “Go on”.

“Who has the best hair? Me or your brother?”

You gasp dramatically at the question, “Excuse me? Are you trying to compete with someone called The Hair?”

“I’m sorry, I thought I could stand a chance”. You nod your head, “Definitely not”, you chuckle, “I’m joking about my brother, obviously”, you add in a whisper.

He laughs loudly and you join him, “I’m sorry, did I freak you out?”

You nod, “Just a bit, but that was funny”

“Y/N Harrington thinks I’m funny, motherfuckers”, he smirks, “I think you’re funny too”.

You thank him and smile.

After a moment, “Take a sit next to me in Biology”, you tell him, without even realizing that.

“I don’t like seeing you alone in the corner. I’m good at sneaking notes around, it won’t be so boring”.

“That’s cool, thanks Harrington”, you smile at him. “Can you pass me also answers, during tests?”

You smirk, “It depends on what I receive for a change”.

“Weed and a friend”, he replies. It’s that easy.

“We have a deal then”.

He nods, “Munson and Harrington, on the way to becoming friends”. You hit your beer with his, “Cheers to us becoming friends”, you agree.

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Just flashword this scene and this two teenagers a few months later: you’ll find what’s described from here.

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“Eddie, for fuck’s sake!”, you shout, “Where are all my towels?”

“Who’s Eddie? Never heard of him”

You roll your eyes and take a step on the mat just outside the shower to reach your glasses.

“Right, that’s the other guy I’m dating”, you reply.

“So you’re cheating”, he shouts from the hallway.

You hear footsteps approaching. “I am indeed, and he fucks me so good”, you chuckle.

Eddien opens the door and runs to you, his eyes trying not look at your naked and wet body. “Has he got a bigger dick than me?”, he asks, worried.

“Let me think”, you reply, pretending to focus, trying not to look at his naked and wet body either, “Nah, you’re bigger”.

Eddie sighs, “Thank God, I was getting worried”.

You chuckle, “Just hand me a towel, baby, we’re already running late”.

“Nope, I’m here literally worshipping your body and you ask me to get a towel? Ungrateful little thing”, he groans, shaking his head dramatically.

You smile lovingly at him, “C’me here, lover boy”. You open your arms and he jumps onto you, almost letting you fall.

You squeal, “We almost fell, be careful”. Eddie clings his arms to your back, then covers your head in kisses, “I don’t want to go to school”, he pouts.

“And I don’t wanna go to school either, but you need to get better grades in Maths and I have to tutor Robin after lunchbreak”.

He lets go of you and you’re the one pouting, “I like the clingy you, puppy”, you whisper.

Eddie blows a kiss, leaves the bathroom to come back with a towel. He wraps it around your bodies and you thank him with a kiss on his lips.

“We should shower together in the early mornings more often”, you whisper in his ear, rubbing his back and smacking his butt when your hands reach that point. Eddie groans, kissing sloppily your neck.

“We should fuck”, he grins, “Like right now”. You bite your lips.

It’s already late, so…

“The first one to arrive to the bed gets to cum first”, you shout, while running to your bedroom.

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“Please, Robin, please”, you beg, running after your friend in the hallway.

“God, you’re the most annoying human being in the world”, she rolls her eyes.

You grin, “Is that a yes?”

“No, that’s more a I really can’t stand you but you’re my best friend, ride or die kinda stuff”, Robin snorts.

“Love you, like, endlessly”, you chuckle and kiss her cheek, “If everything goes smoothly, I’m buying you all the booze you’ll need for the following weeks”, you promise.

Robin smiles faintly, “Add some weed too, your boyfriend’s a drug dealer”, she shrugs.

“Sure, I’ll give you the best stuff”, you nod, while you open the locker and reach for your clothes. Your gym class has just ended, so you take off your oversized t-shirt and shorts to slide inside a tank top, followed by a chequed shirt.

“Jeez, Y/N”, Robin chuckles, “You need to put a trigger warning on those boobs before you take off your shirt”.

You snort, “You say that just because I'm your best friend, ride or die kinda stuff”.

You wear your skirt, take a few steps to the mirror and take off your glasses to retouch your make up, with Robin standing by your side, fixing her hair.

“I’m meeting you right after band practice, sounds good?”

“Sounds very good, Robs”, you wear your glasses and smile at her through the mirror.

“Can’t believe that you, of all the smart people, would offer to tutor me”, she snorts. “And I can’t believe you’re making me study even all next week mornings before school”.

You shrug, “Robs, you need to pass Latin with a C-, at least. Of course I would offer to help you!”. Robin rolls her eyes, “Thank you, but sometimes I wonder, what are you, a devil? Or worse, do you get horny when you explain equations?” she asks, interrupting, and you both chuckle.

“Eddie agrees too”, you confess. “But, if you do so”, you add, “You’re getting drinks and weed, I remind you”.

 Robin smirks at you, “Okay, now I really get why Eddie was beaming when you were assigned as his tutor”

“What do you mean?”

“You just become so generous when I get good grades and you confessed this makes you horny, I really can’t guess how you’re rewarding Munson”, she blinks and you blush a little.

“Let’s just say that this is the reason why we both arrived very late today”.

Robin high fives you, “That’s gross but still a good reason to be late”.

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Lunchtime, the cafeteria, your gaze wanders around until you find Eddie, reading something out loud to the boys sitting with him. The usual, relieved feeling of his eyes, looking at you lovingly, warms you.

You bump into someone and quickly excuse yourself.

“Harrington! Still dating the freak?”

Jason Carver grins, waiting for your answer. Eddie’s approaching the two of you, in the meantime.

“Actually no, Carver”

“Oh, really?” he beams.

“No, sorry, I wasn’t finished”, you smirk, “Not dating the freak, cause I’m dating Eddie, not you”. His smile fades and you hear Eddie chuckling.

In fact, your boyfriend steps to your side, holding your waist.

“Ouch, Carver, did it burn?”, he pouts.

“I still don’t get what you Harringtons find interesting in hanging with the freak”, Carver replies angrily, walking away.

Dustin bows in front of you, “Ma’am, that was amazing”. You chuckle and hold him in a hug, “You’re my favourite 14 year old, you know that?”. Dustin winks at you, “And you’re my favourite amongst you older guys, but still, Steve’s my favourite Harrington”.

Eddie interrupts the hug, “Are you really hitting on a 14 year old boy? Are you a perv or just a nymph?”

You scoff and Dustin chuckles. “Wow, Eds, the word nymphomaniac is actually advanced, did you learn it during which one of your senior years? The second, maybe?”, you comeback, raising your eyebrow.

Gareth claps his hands at you, “Bold”.

You chuckle at Eddie, he flips you the bird but quickly he pats his legs. “Take a sit here, love”.

You sit with your legs intertwining his right leg, lay your back against his chest and wait for him to hug you. When he does, you melt completely in his arms.

“I’m meeting Robin after school to tutor her”, you tell him after sipping some water. Eddie nods, “There’s Hellfire tonight, so we’ll see tomorrow morning, is that okay?”.

“That’s okay, love”, you reply and kiss the corner of his mouth.

Eddie grins, “You are a perv, you know?”, he whispers in your ear, “You wear this little skirt and sit like this on my leg just to tease me”.

“Well, you’re rockhard from this morning when I wore this, right, pretty boy?”

He swallows and you nod, proudly. “I did that on purpose, if you must know”.

Eddie’s hand wanders on your leg and rests on your inner thigh. “You’re killing me, pretty girl”.

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It’s very early when you manage to sneak out of the house and sit in your brother’s car. “Can we go, like now?”, you beg him.

The drive is awkward: Steve’s fingers are tapping nervously the steering wheel, you’re fidgeting your hands and tapping your leg. Dried tears have formed at the corner of your eyes.

“Steve?”

He turns his head slightly to look at you.

“I don’t know what happened between you and dad”, you admit, “It’s just… I’m tired of their screaming and tonight it was too much to take”.

Steve is nodding his head, “Oh you know, the usual: I’m a disgrace and you’re the perfect child ever with your good grades”.

You shrug, “I’m sorry, I’ve never wanted to put you in this position”.

“Hey, Y/N, I don’t blame you”, he replies softly.

“I thought you were mad at me”, you smile shily.

“No, I’m not”, your brother chuckles and you lean over to pat his arm. “That’s good to know”.

You sigh in relief. It’s nice to remember that, despite all of your personal battles and problems, you and Steve are still allied.

He’s the one to start the conversation again.

“Why would I be mad? You literally jumped in the room and yelled at dad to stop treating me like shit”

You laugh, “Yeah, I was pretty revved up”. Steve laughs with you, “I’m trying to say that you had my back and I’m glad to have a little sister like you”.

You thank him and press a kiss to his cheek. “I gotcha, Harrington”.

“I gotcha too, Harrington”, he replies, mimicking your proud tone and holding out a hand to stroke your hair messily.

You groan at his touch and try to fix it. “Don’t touch my hair like this, Steve, I’m your sister anyways”. Hair is clearly a thing between you siblings.

“I had your back even in the Upside Down”, you add with a grin on your face, after a pause.

“Jeez, you really saved my ass”, he frowns at the thought.

“Enough with the fluff, where are we going?”, you ask.

“I’m leaving you at school, Hellfire is about to end, isn’t it?”

Oh. You’re surprised.

“So you’re just shoving me into Eddie’s arms?”

He smirks, “Are you pissed I’m helping you sleeping with your boyfriend?”

“Of course not”, you grin. “And where are you going?”

“I’m seeing this girl”, he replies and you shake your head. “You’ll never change, Steve”

“So, is she the one? The future Mrs Harrington?”, you tease. Steve groans, “Stop making fun of me, I said this she’s the one stuff one time, ages ago, and yet you tease me”.

You chuckle, “Is this more of a friends with benefits situation?”

“Actually, yes, but I think she’s catching feelings”.

“Ouch”, you exclaim. “That’s a bummer”.

Steve nods again, “That’s a bummer, cause I’m not falling for her. After that, I’m going to Henederson’s”, he explains and chuckles at the sight of your frowned look. “What? He told me has a spare couch”.

“Okay”, you shrug, “Totally not judging you for having a sleepover at a 14 year-old’s house”.

Steve parks the car in the school parking lot and you try to apply your make up. “'S too dark”, you groan, “Steve, turn on the flashlight you have somewhere in the backseats”, you tell him.

“I have a flashlight?”, he replies, eyes widened in wonder.

“Dumbass, that’s Dustin’s first rule: always carry a flashlight, so he just left one in your car”, you reply sharply. “Do you need to be told everything?”

Steve mumbles a “Go to hell, Y/N” and reaches for the flashlights, lights it and you try to settle your mirror to look at your face.

“Did you cry?”, Steve asks with an inquistory gaze. “I think so”, you shrug, retouching your lipgloss, “I was too caught up”. He chuckles, “Man, that was very bold of you”.

You chuckle back, “I didn’t think I had it in me”.

“You’re bold and tough, everyone thinks that”

 “Aw, thanks my big brother”, you reply, scooting over to shuffle his hair.

“Nevermind, you’re annoying”. You laugh at his comment.

Hellfire runs late tonight, so you roll the windows down and Steve is searching the glovebox for a tape.

You light up a joint, take a long drag with your eyes closed, “God, I needed that”.

Steve points at your lips, “Can I have a drag too?”

“Sure”, you reply, frowning.

Does he know that’s a joint? Yeah, he knows how a cigarette looks like and this is very different, you think.

He smokes and then, when he exhales, starts coughing desperatedly.

Oh, he doesn’t know.

You chuckle and rub his shoulder, “I thought you knew, I’m sorry”.

He flips you, still coughing. “That’s a fucking joint!”

“It’s the best weed I have in my stash, I’m always spoiling you Harringtons”, Eddie’s voice makes you gulp in your seat.

“Hi baby”, you smile, leaning over the opened window to peck at his lips. Eddie’s hands cup your cheeks, “Hello, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“Lots of yelling at home, we just snuck out”, you shrug.

“She was a badass, but I also think she’s probably gonna be locked out of her room for the following weeks”, Steve snorts and you nod, “Yeah, I fear I’ll just have to sleep on the front porch”.

Eddie frowns: he knows everything about your shitty parents and, most importantly, he knows how bad you always feel after these arguments.

“Well, I’ve been feeding stray cats for a while now”, Eddie opens his arms, “I don’t think that taking care of a stray girlfriend will be so different”. You and Steve chuckle. “You can stay at my place as long as you need, love, that’s all I’m trying to say”.

You smile, “Thanks Eddie, I appreciate that”.

Steve nods, holding out his hand to shake Eddie’s, “Thanks, take care of her, will you? She forgets to eat when she’s upset and it’s been quite an awful week”, he adds.

You blush. It’s true, you can’t remember the last time you had a proper meal.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha”, Eddie nods. You reach for your bag and open the door, “Bye, Steve, say hi to future Miss Dumped by Harrington and to Henderson”, you wink.

“Bye, dumbass, I’ll see you tomorrow at school”.

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You’re wrapped in you boy’s arms, you are laying on top of his body, your is head on his chest and your legs are tangled with his.

“Baby, can you get closer to me?”, you whisper, moving your arm to caress Eddie’s face.

His laughter shakes your bodies, “Baby how can we get any closer than this, huh?”. You smile, “Right, sorry Eds”.  

“Do you wanna eat something?”, he asks in your ear but you shake your head. “Did you at least eat some food today?”, his voice is getting worried. You shake your head again, “Nope”, you reply, “Too many thoughts on my mind and you know, when I get stressed or nervous I find it hard to eat”.

Eddie groans with his chin against your forehead. “Oh come on, you need to eat, darling”. You chuckle, “Okay, I’ll cook something for us”. You get up from Eddie’s body, “Do you have proper food?”, smirking.

He flips you, “PB&J’s are proper food, you nerd”.

“Oh, so you’re a chef now, huh? Just get your butt here and learn how to cook”, you laugh.

Eddie follows you to the small kitchen and grips your waist when you lift on your toes to reach the cabinets. “I keep telling you, babe, these cabinets were made for tall people”, you whine. He chuckles at your attempt and lifts you up, holding by your hips, “There you go, dwarf”.

You clearly didn’t see that coming and you almost drop the pasta box you’re holding, between your giggles. “I’m sorry, that was unexpected and I’m clumsy”

Eddie carefully leaves you on the ground and chuckles at you.

He kisses your temple, “Don’t worry, sweets, when we move in together we’ll buy short cabinets for my short girl”.

This time you really drop the box on the ground.

“W-what?”, you ask, turning around with an amazed look on your face.

Eddie’s cheeks turn the brightest red you’ve ever seen and he rambles, “S-sorry… that slipped out… I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you”.

“Scare me?”, you frown, “Why would I be scared?”

“Oh… sorry, I thought you freaked out cause of… what I said”

You smile and hug him tightly. “Why would that scare me, baby, huh?”, you whisper.

“I didn’t see that coming, honestly”, you chuckle and Eddie smiles lightly. “But yeah, totally”

“Totally what?”

You blush, “We should totally buy shorter cabinets when we move in together”

“I didn’t mean anytime soon, I mean…”, Eddie replies quickly, “There’s your college, I need to find a real job…”

You shush him, placing a finger on his soft lips. “Love, I know, we’ll talk about it later on, mkay?”

Eddie’s face still red and you kiss his forehead. “That’s like a big step in our relationship”, he claims, nodding his head. “Indeed”, you reply, knowingly.

“Are we celebrating this… moving in together in the future kind of thing?”, Eddie asks you, tilting his head.

You nod, “Oh, absolutely, but first I’m cleaning up the mess I’ve made and I’m cooking dinner”.

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Eddie’s cleaning the dishes, humming to the song playing on tape, while you’re laying on the couch holding a beer in your hands.

“Babe, wanna try something new for our little celebration?”, he asks, turning around with a glass in his hand.

“You mean, sexually? I’m open to almost anything”, you reply.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “You girls are always horny and always think about sex, it’s so annoying”.

You get up, chuckling, and hold his belt loop to pull him closer, “You have a nice ass, Munson, not my fault if I’m horny around you”, palming his butt in the meantime.

“Biggest compliment ever”, he growls mockingly in your ear.

“No, babe, I have some edibles, wanna try?”

“Sure, go get ‘em”, you smile. Eddie leaves the kitchen and, while he’s in his room, he calls you.

“Sweets? What did you mean earlier, mh?”, he asks, “I’m open to almost anything”, mocking your voice.

“Go to hell, you cult leader”, you shout, you hear him chuckling.

Eddie comes back with a small pack in his hands. “Peaceful bliss, just moments away”, he chants, handing you the edibles.

You eat one, then Eddie insists on making you sit next to him on the couch.

“Seriously, love, what did you mean earlier?”

You blush, but try to keep it cool, “I guess I’ve discovered something”

“What’s that? A new kink?”, he widens his eyes. You lick your lips and whisper, “I’ve got this… fantasy”, your cheeks get red at the word, “About your hands”.

Eddie interrupts you halfway, almost falling off the couch. “My hands? That’s definitely kinky”, he chuckles.

“I thought that was metal, sweetie”, you reply, mimicking his favourite word to use.

“I concur, that’s kinky and metal”.

His ringed fingers move to cup your cheeks, “What did you have in mind, doll?”, he smirks.

You swallow, “Oh… maybe choke me?”.

Eddie’s beaming, “Sure, but I want to be chocked too and see your perfect red nails around my neck”. You gulp louder than expected at Eddie’s request.

“Fuck, Eds, that’s hot”, you whisper.

“Are you feeling stoned?”, he’s giggling at your reaction and you slap his shoulder with your feet. “Don’t make fun of me, dungeon master”, you giggle. Eddie growls and jumps onto your body to tickle your waist. You manage to tickle him back and this leads to the most stoned and ticklish fight you’ve ever engaged in.

“Stop, baby, need to breathe”, Eddie pins your hands and the both of you take deep breaths, panting.

You get up to get him a glass of water, you kiss his lips before handing him the drink.

“That’s my good girl”, he grins.

“Munson, you gotta stop that”, you groan, pushing his shoulder.

Eddie takes a sip and looks at you with an innocent gaze, “What’s wrong, Harrington? Are you mad cause I’m making fun of your praise kink?”.

You groan loudly, get up and sit on the opposite side of the couch.

“I’m not mad, I’m just teasing, my pretty boy”, you blink. You know how much he loves being called pretty boy. He swallows, trying to play it cool.

“Shit, the edible is kickin’ in”, you snort. “Yeah, don’t get up too suddenly, sweets, you’re not used to it”, Eddie warns you.

You lean over to drink some water from his glass and the bastard your loving boyfriend waits for you to swallow the drink, to whisper in your ear, “Just be a good girl, like you do when you keep my cum safe in your pussy, huh?”

You choke on the water and, through some coughs and laughter, you manage to squeal Eddie to go to hell. He tries to hold it together, patting your back and kissing your cheek, but as soon as you laugh, he loses it.

“That was fun, shit”, he exclaims.

“Yeah, but you’re bullying me, my love”, you chuckle.

I'm the one teasing, now, you think

You sit on his lap suddenly, guide his hands to your hips and bite his neck. Eddie whispers, “Fuck, baby”, tilting his head to give you a better access.

You grind on his dick, then lean in to whisper in his ear, “Don’t act like I don’t know that you want to cum on my glasses, daddy”. In the meantime Eddie processes the words, you get up from his lap and reach the table, where you left your Marlboro’s.

“Ladies and gentlemen, that’s what you get when you try to fuck with me, not in that way”, you light up the cigarette with a grin on your face.

“Harrington, for fuck’s sake”, he shouts, getting close to you. “Enough with the teasing, okay?”, Eddie pouts, handing you his hand to shake.

You shake it, “We have a deal, then, Munson”.

He steals the cigarette from your lips, “That was hot as fuck, love”, you whisper, his hand hugs your waist and you press your hands on his chest.

Eddie grins, “Harrington?”, then he kisses your neck.

“What’s up, love?”

He smacks your ass with his free hand, “How wet are you?”

You lift your finger up in an attempt to focus, “Not sure, but I’m gonna say a lot, it’s like a tsunami”.

Eddie chuckles, “Okay, let’s get to my room”. He drags you by your wrist, chuckling.

You jump on his bed, followed by Eddie. He’s kissing your lips messily, while you try to take off your shirt. Eddie’s hands are faster than yours and he leaves you naked. He groans in your mouth when he touches your already naked breasts.

“God, I wanna fuck your tits”, he moans.

“Next time, baby”, you whimper, as his tongue laps your nipples.

“Tomorrow?”, he begs, with a smirk on his face, moving away from your boobs.

“Yes, tomorrow”, you agree, almost breathless. Your hand moves between Ed’s sweatpants and finds his hard dick.

“Can’t wait”, he grins but quickly he whimpers when you stroke his length. You pat his hips, “Need you to be naked”, you blink and Eddie shimmies out of his clothes.

You lick your palm and grip the base of his dick, stroking it a few times before licking his tip, already wet in precum. Eddie moans loudly, but then his hand stops you, holding your shoulder.

“Can’t take it, princess, I need to be inside you”.

You groan, “Can I suck your dick tomorrow, baby?”, you ask, pouting and holding Eddie’s hand to get up.

Eddie chuckles at your reaction, “Sure, my sweetheart tomorrow can suck my dick”.

You smile, “Tomorrow, what a big day”.

You lay down on your back and Eddie’s body hovering you. He discards of his Hellfire t-shirt while you take off your jeans and panties. In the movement of throwing your clothes, your head hits Eddie’s forehead.

“Shit, I’m sorry, does it hurt?”, you ask, rubbing his forehead.

“Fuck! How did that happen?”, Eddie groans.

“Eds I’m really sorry”, you add, worriedly. He rubs the red skin again and then snorts, “Easy there, tiger, do you wanna send me to the ER?”. You smile faintly, “I’m really sorry love”.

“It’s okay, sweets, doesn’t hurt anymore”, he replies, pushing you back on the bed.

“Besides, I’m such a sucker for you that I’ll thank you even if you broke my bones”.

You chuckle and lift your head up, very carefully this time, to kiss his mouth playfully. “I’ll thank you even if you ran me over with your van”.

Eddie raises his eyebrow, “That was cheesy, love”. You both chuckle and Eddie kisses your tummy.

“I’m still sorry, Eds”, you whisper, stroking his hair, “I’m clumsy”.

“I know, Y/N, but everything’s fine”, he mumbles with his mouth on your skin.

He kisses your inner thigh, then proceeds to kiss your folds gently.

“How can you even be this wet?”, he comments, eyes widened in awe.

You snort, “Told ya, tsunami”. Eddie scoffs with his face buried deep in your pussy.

He licks gently your folds, then laps your clit and you moan his name.

“Eddie… God, just fuck me”

“So eager, huh?”

“Yeah”, you reply, breathless. Eddie holds his cock at the base and guides it towards your entrance, gathering some of your slickness.

“You’re so wet, you don’t even need foreplay”, he whispers in your ear.

He pushes his dick into your pussy gently and waits for you to let him move.

“Green light?”, he asks, caressing your cheek. “Green light”, you nod. Your hands cups his face and you lift your body up slightly when Eds starts to fuck you slow and deep.

“I love you so much”, you tell him between your moans, holding your forehead against his. Eddie pushes you back down and presses his knee on the mattress to steady his body. Then, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing gently the soft skin. “I love you so much”, he tells you back.

Your legs cage his waist and your arms hug him closely, while whimpering due to the slow pace he’s settled.

“I want to move in with you”, you whisper in his ear, “And I want to stay with you forever”.

Eddie looks in your eyes with the most loving gaze he’s ever had. “I wanna have kids with you”, he tells you, so quiet that you almost think you’d dreamt it.

“How many?”, you ask, lifting your eyebrows.

Eddie fastens his pace a little. “Two or three”, he replies, smiling and cupping your boobs with a hand.

You chuckle, “Let’s settle with two, love, a mini Eds and a mini Y/N”. Eddie groans loudly and starts to rock his hips faster and faster.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moans, looking in your eyes. You kiss his lips sloppily, teeth clanging and you slowly hold his neck. He nods, “Choke me, baby, choke me”.

Your hand tightens around his neck and you kiss him again, more chastely this time. You moan in his ear, “You like my hand around your neck, huh? You look so hot right now”. He grunts, fucking you relentlessly and hitting the right spot in your tight walls. You choke him tighter, “Am I being a good girl for you, choking your neck like you told me to do?”.

He smiles at you, “Does my little needy girl want to be chocked, huh? Want my rings on your neck?”.

“Yes, yes, please”, you hold him less tighter.

“Just because you’ve been the best girl”, he nods his head, tapping your hand to set free from your grip. “Now be a good girl again and tell me what to do with my hand”.

He slows his pace, fucking you almost lazily. You whine, “Faster, please”.

Eddie shushes you, “Ssh, pretty thing, tell me what to do with my hand and then I’m fucking you the way you want”, he grins.

“Choke me”, you whisper, almost embarassed. Eddie pouts, “Who is gonna choke you, mh?”. He licks your neck and you whimper. “Choke me, daddy”, you reply. His hand grips your neck tight, you gasp out of breath. His rings surely are going to leave bruises on your skin.

Eddie smirks, “That’s my girl”. He lets go of your neck for a few seconds, lets you breathe properly and then chokes you again. He’s fucking you fast and deep, your moans are mixing with his.

“I’m close”, you whisper and Eddie starts to circle your clit.

“Come for daddy, sweet thing, can you do that?”

You nod, whimpering at the new stimulation. Eddie pulls his hand away and caresses your cheeks, where a few tears have fallen. “Be a good girl for daddy and come”, he whispers in your hear. Then, Eddie’s tongue laps your nipple and you feel the familiar knot in your stomach. Your walls clench around his dick, “That’s it, come for me”.

The orgasm shakes your whole body and Eddie keeps fucking you slowly, holding you steadily in his arms.

“Shit, that was one of the best ones”, you whisper, worn out. Eddie chuckles and you kiss his cheek. “Cum on my face and glasses, daddy”, you smirk.

He grunts and thrusts into you quickly and you almost cry at the overstimulation. “Eds, pull out, I’m too sensitive”, you whine.

His face hides in your neck another time and you clench your walls to help him come.

Eddie’s dick is pulled out fastly and he gets up, standing next to the bed.

“Fuck, this is so hot”, he groans, holding your face between his hands. You kiss him, still panting from your come.

“Need help”, you warn him. Eddie’s arm scoop you up and he places you kneeling in front of him.

Your tongue licks his tip and Eddie moans out your name.

“I’m almost there”, he whimpers, while you cup his balls and wait for his release with your tongue out.

“Fuck”, he exclaims, stroking his cock harder.

Then, hot and salty rops of Eddie’s cum cover your face, your tongue and, most importantly, your glasses. Eddie’s a panting mess, you hold his hands and swallow the come on your tongue. He leans over to kiss you, tasting himself in your mouth.

You feel Ed’s fingers taking your glasses off.

“Shit, this is the hottest thing we’ve ever done”, he chuckles. You squeeze your eyes to look at him, “Can’t see you, but I’m sure you look so hot, babe”.

“How can you be so sure?”, he questions you and you shrug, “You look like a sex god evertyime you cum”. He smirks, “You look like a goddess during and after sex”.

You feel his fingers tapping your mouth. “Lick”, he orders and you proceed to lick his digits clean. Then, your glasses are moved back on your nose.

“Did I just swallow the cum I had on my glasses?”

Eddie snorts, “Sure, did you wanna waste my precious seed?”

“God no, fuck me if I ever waste a drop”, you chuckle.

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After a shower, you and Eddie are cuddling under the blankets. His bare chest is pressed against your back and your legs are intertwined.

“Nice boobs, Munson”, you chuckle, turning around and looking at his chest.

“Oh, thanks, bought them yesterday”, he smirks.

You kiss the tip of his nose, “Can I lay on you?”

“C’me here, little thing”, he agrees and manhandles you, your body now laying on top of his.

He reaches for the bedside table, holding his arm around your back to keep you steady. He lights up a cigarette and takes a few drags.

“I wanna smoke too”, you whine and Eddie holds the cigarette for you. You lean over to take it between your lips and then exhale.

“They always taste better, after sex”, you comment, pointing at the cigarette with your head. “Ciagrettes after sex”, Eddie mumbles, “That sounds like a good name for a band”.

“Are Corroded Coffin gonna change name?”, you chuckle and Eddie shakes his head. “Jesus H Christ, woman, don’t say prophanities lilke these out loud”.

After a few moments of silence, you kiss Ed’s jawline.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, sweethart?”, he replies, starting to rub your back.

“This fuck was very metal”, you tell him, proudly.

Eddie laughs, “’Twas both metal and cheesy”, he adds.

“Yeah, chatting about the future while fucking, wasn’t so metal”.

Eddie smacks your ass lightly, “But that was so hot, babe”, he replies and you nod, “Totally”.

You yawn and then whisper, “I’m sleepy, Eds, ‘s that okay if I sleep here, on your chest?”

He lifts your chin up to kiss your lips, “Sure, c’me here”. You wrap your arms around his neck and he hugs you tightly.

“Sorry I hurt you in a way you don’t find kinky”, you and Eddie laugh.

Then, “I meant everything I said, Eds”, you whisper, yawning again.

“I know, love, and I meant everything I said, too”, he whispers back, smiling at you.

“Love you, my dungeon master”, you smile, “But I love your dick more”.

Eddie’s laughter shakes the both of your bodies. “Love you, smarty pants, but I love your pussy more”, he chuckles.

[epitome-of-an-openbook]

op I read your steddie fic where post and specifically the part abt Steve being intelligent got my attention bc (and also youre so right abt the whole thing)

-what about the fics where Steve is visibly (?? idk englishs not my thing) autistic? Cause if you're neurodivergent and can actually follow his thought process along he's super smart (unconventionally smart my beloved) but for neurotypicals I'm told it makes him sound some variation of stupid/oblivious/dumb (when he's def not haha)

-what are your opinions about the fics where Steve is _pretending_ to be stupid? Like, plays into the jock bit, and makes people think he's slow to use it to his advantage? not necessarily in a "bad person" way (and especially if you can tell he's smart from the outside/his own pov)? >>>esp if he doesn't even realize he's doing it?

-how about Steve's concussions/neurodivergency affecting the more "conventionally smart" aspects of his brain? like, his memory is shit and he can't spell properly or he can't do complex math, but he knows everyone's expressions and holds a scary amount of talent in physical activities he's never done before type thing (insp after me who got complimented by the "hardass" coach after trying boxing simply because I watch and calculate and how that's easy for me to switch into my own movements)

-opinions on Steve "looking dumb" because he's simply...not American? Like, his English is plenty good but that's because he's been copying speech patterns for so long now, and the Harringtons are tied to some p important Italian families so he almost never speaks English there either, and I personally like the fics where he's frustrated simply because he can't understand (like the story about the Korean immigrant and the lovely teacher) and also the scene in modern family where Gloria says "I know what I meant to mean! do you know how smart I am in my own language?"

-thoughts on someone lifting their head up from nerd shit and realizing Steve's been making like many smart remarks that nobody listens to cause he doesn't know nerd lingo?

(also unrelated but trans!Steve MTF _or_ FTM is so important to me <3)

I've a whole "trope theory" about different types of intelligence groups tend to have, and simply put it goes

book smarts, street (survival) smarts, emotional smarts, social smarts

and how those mix and match to show through in characters that are disregarded as stupid and I personally believe Steve is very Socially _and_ emotionally smart but because he's arguably in line to be the most toxic masculine people by reputation (not personality but the past -both his and his dads- linger) people don't notice it.

I'd love to chat more both abt my theory and Steve in general <3

Hi anon, of course I want to talk about Steve's intelligence - because I am so so so tired of him being written off as the fool, and I am especially tired of people pretending like he is not the most emotionally intelligent person in the show other than potentially Will or Joyce. Also in advance, I totally go on a BUNCH of tirades and rants so I'm sorry if you lose the thread at all, I just have a lot of thoughts and they all FEEL important to me. So yeah, this is a long one.

-what about the fics where Steve is visibly (?? idk englishs not my thing) autistic? Cause if you're neurodivergent and can actually follow his thought process along he's super smart?

I haven't read many fics where Neurodivergent! Steve's divergence is specifically autism and personally I feel that other divergences fit him better such as OCD (see - his need to keep things tidy, instances of reduced impulse control, repetitive/ritualistic behaviors, hypervigilance, and agitation), ADHD (see - his need to be moving lots of pacing and bouncing, difficulty concentrating on the group discussions, impulsivity), Dyslexia/Dyscalculia (personal/popular headcanon), or something that would affect his audio processing (personal/unpopular headcanon; see- being unable to get past the music on the recording, difficulty following along with the group discussions, immediately losing track of the group in the Upside Down Wheeler's house when he thinks he hears Dustin)- but I definitely read him as someone whose brain works in a way that is non-typical which is something we ABSOLUTELY see in season 3 where he focuses in on the music and it seems like he literally can't focus on the Russian words until he knows what the music is.

But what it comes down to is that so many people read the fact that he didn't get into college (which is more indicative of a lack of testing skills than it is for actual intelligence) and his inability to follow along with group discussions about Upside Down stuff (which could point to issues with concentration or audio processing or just a lack of knowledge regarding the lingo being used) as a way to characterize him entirely as an idiot/fool. This of course isn't helped by the Duffers refusing to deepen his character beyond "he was bad but now he's good because now he's interacting with intelligent™ people". So to answer this question, I'm all for fics that explore Steve's intellect through a lens of "no he's not dumb, he just processes information in an atypical way".

-what are your opinions about the fics where Steve is _pretending_ to be stupid? Like, plays into the jock bit, and makes people think he's slow to use it to his advantage? not necessarily in a "bad person" way (and especially if you can tell he's smart from the outside/his own pov)?

I'm not 100% sure I'm interpreting this question correctly but I have some issues with fics where the character of interest is 'pretending' to be stupid so it entirely depends on what the motivation behind doing so is.

If the motivation is "I play dumb so that I can fit in better and not be bullied for being smart" I don't like it that much - I feel like in a lot of media, and American media especially, there is this perpetuation of Smart=Unpopular/Bullied/Unathletic and Dumb=Popular/Bully/Athletic and I don't like that because in my lived experience that really isn't the case - I have friends that were the Valedictorian's of their high schools by gpa that were also class president and soccer captian and genuinely good people and some of the meanest people I have ever met were stereotypical™ nerds. So if the motivation is that he pretends to be dumb specifically to fit in and not get bullied I don't really like it. HOWEVER, if the motivation is "I downplay my intelligence so that people underestimate me" that's different and I can get behind it to a degree - no one is perfect and Steve was not the best person at first so him having a little manipulation bit like this would make sense.

Also this leads into another thing I feel we don't talk about enough - Steve is a jock with a head for STRATEGY and you cannot tell me otherwise. The ability to strategize is something we like to take away from jocks all across media, but as a former athlete myself I can tell you that a LOT of thought goes into athletic strategy and it translates well to other aspects of life. We also see Steve make quick strategic decisions A LOT but we never mention them - some examples include when he leads the scoops troop through the crowded russian base w/o getting caught - some of this is simply poor writing/tracking and i will admit that but if we suspend our disbelief for a second it's Steve that looks at the set up takes in the information and says "Follow me, stay low and be quick" as they navigate that scene, we also see it in season two when him and Dustin get to the junkyard and he says "oh yeah this will do nicely" and then he proceeds to set the stage for catching Dart with a clearing to trap him, a reinforced fort for protection and surveillance and honestly the only reason this goes wrong is because there was more than one demodog. So yeah being good with strategy lends itself well to Steve using his intelligence as a manipulation for others to underestimate him. I personally would love for there to be a fic where one of the kids challenges Steve to a strategy game like chess or risk or something like that and for him to DECIMATE them because strategy is the thing he's good at.

-how about Steve's concussions/neurodivergency affecting the more "conventionally smart" aspects of his brain? like, his memory is shit and he can't spell properly or he can't do complex math, but he knows everyone's expressions and holds a scary amount of talent in physical activities he's never done before type thing

For one I would like to quickly put out there that Steve almost definitely got a TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) from the Russian Torture - and probably PCS (Post Concussion Syndrome) from the fight with Billy (I would also like to quickly mention that these are different things with different causes and potential future outcomes/side effects, I feel like they get confused a lot in this fandom which is totally fine but just a reminder that a concussion comes specifically from your brain impacting your skull and how he receives his head injuries from Jonathan and the Russians would indicate to me that he probably didn't have a concussion those times but when he crashes the car in season three he could have easily gotten a whiplash concussion which is something we don't talk about but does actually happen a lot and it's less likely to get treated because people don't realize you can get a concussion w/o hitting your head. Also I am so sorry about this head trauma info dump, it's just a subject I have lots of experience with/knowledge about).

ANYWAY, yeah TBIs and PCS can really mess with your head and are often the cause of things like memory loss - as well as vision and hearing impairment. Also TBIs have been studied a lot in American Football players and sometimes they can even cause shifts in personality. (Also @peter-pantomime has some really good discussions and headcanons regarding Steve's head traumas so I highly suggest their content both here and on tiktok.)

And yes, Steve consistently proves to be extremely socially intelligent. You do not get to the top of the high school food chain by simply being attractive or athletic, you have to be capable of understanding and manipulating certain social interactions - walking into a room and knowing who to talk to and who to avoid, popularity is often just a matter of networking and part of the reason Steve loses his popularity is because he abandons the network he built himself up through and switches it out for a group of people much lower on the social ladder. We also can tell he's incredibly emotionally intelligent through his interactions with others - scenes that really show this are Steve cleaning up the theater sign and going to apologize to Jonathan (some might say this is just emotional maturity but i would like to point out that he was emotionally intelligent enough to realize that it was Jonathan that deserved the apology instead of just Nancy) (s1), when Will comes home and we see him empathize with the worry of Joyce & Jonathan (s2), when he can seemingly tell that something happened between Nancy and Jonathan but instead of lashing out he supports her (also s2), when Robin comes out to him and also technically rejects him but he just treats her like normal (s3), like… every scene with him and Max in S4, and also when he tells Eddie that he needs to stop being so hard on himself when he keeps talking about how much of a coward he is (also S4).

-opinions on Steve "looking dumb" because he's simply...not American? Like, his English is plenty good but that's because he's been copying speech patterns for so long now, and the Harringtons are tied to some p important Italian families so he almost never speaks English there either, and I personally like the fics where he's frustrated simply because he can't understand (like the story about the Korean immigrant and the lovely teacher) and also the scene in modern family where Gloria says "I know what I meant to mean! do you know how smart I am in my own language?"

I have never seen this done before, but I absolutely adore this concept, if you (or anyone else) has some fic recs with this trope 👀👀👀 please share.

-thoughts on someone lifting their head up from nerd shit and realizing Steve's been making like many smart remarks that nobody listens to cause he doesn't know nerd lingo?

Yes do it, caveat: I think it needs to be Robin, Eddie, or Will - I think everyone else is a little too in their own way of realizing Steve has consistently made good points.

For Robin, as a Queer Platonic Stobin truther, I feel like if anyone were to really get into Steve's brain it would be her.

For Eddie, I feel it comes from that same vein that we see people pointing out that Eddie is the only person who directly answer Steve's questions, so it would make sense for him to be the one to say "wait hey - Steve is actually asking incredibly relevant questions that lead to a point he wants to make."

For Will, I simply think that he's the most emotionally intelligent member of the original Party and also the one with the fewest interactions with Steve so if he were to be with Steve in a time of crisis he wouldn't ignore Steve's thoughts the way that sometimes happens and notice something about how he processes information or something and be like "why did you guys all tell me he was dumb, he's making extremely relevant points right now?"

(also unrelated but trans!Steve MTF _or_ FTM is so important to me <3)

<3 Trans!Steve 🤝 GenderFluid!Steve solidarity

I love fics where Steve explores gender identity or at least his relationship with gender presentation, I'm partial to GenderFluid!Steve but regardless I love this.

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steddie headcanons that are keeping me awake at midnight

steve and eddie never formally met until after chrissy died. they really only knew each other through a culmination of rumors and gossip, so both of them felt like colossal idiots when they got to know one another and just realized, oh, this is actually a really cool guy who i wanna get to know better once all of this is over

which means, of course, that eddie lives after the bat attack. he has to deal with new and unknown prospects like chronic pain and literal battle flashbacks but hey! he has his friend steve harrington who can relate on both fronts

it's how the two of them start hanging out more – both of them wanna make sure the other is being safe and doing self care and shit

eddie's love language isn't just gift giving – its handmade gifts. lots of sewing or homemade enamel pins. he of course makes a bunch for the whole party after vecnas defeat to commemorate in their own special, sacred way that they did it. they won. but he also makes a bunch more for just steve, and steve doest realize how special it is until robin is over one day and is just like

"you have a whole crate of eddies weird patches and pins and shit."

"yeah, so what?"

"steve...literally nobody else has as much as you do."

which then leads to steve exercising his own personal love language on eddie, which to me is quality time. steves an event kind of guy, and even when he pretends it annoys him, he drives eddie everywhere. new appointment for some medication for the nerves in his legs and left arm? no biggie. a cool movie just came out? name the date and time. this band you really love is coming to a town nearby? cool, let's hop to it

it's almost scary how at the drop of a hat, he's at eddies beck and call. it gets to a point where eddie has to remind steve that he has a life outside of driving eddie and the kids to places. he also really just doesn't want his boyfr best friend burnt out

eddies not a terrible cook by a long shot, he's just never had a big kitchen to work with before, so when he sees steves kitchen? he's all hands on deck trying to make the best fucking food he can think of

i adore the headcanon that steve is italian and an incredible chef as much as the next steve truther. but i also love the headcanon that eddie has mexican roots. put that together with him being good at cooking? oooh baby, is steve in for a treat

neither he nor steve are bilingual, but they'd both like to learn the languages of their respective heritages. if/when steves hearing starts going caput, they also start taking asl classes together (I imagine robin and nancy tag along with them to said classes. it's like they're all in school together again minus the drama and ridiculous social expectations)

eddie taking the time to learn more about basketball and hair and "jock" things because he sees how invested steve is in them >>

also steve venturing into new music and style horizons because he loves how confident he feels when he doesn't give a fuck about looking "normal," and eddie melting into a puddle because punk steve is so. fucking. hot. >>

steve putting stickers on eddies mobility aids if he uses any post vecna. also eddie doing the same to steve's hearing aids/glasses case, etc.

decorations during holidays being just simple ribbons and tinsel since the christmas lights are just...nope. eddie and steve buy a huge wreath for steves front door

steve and nancy teaching eddie some self defense with a baseball bat

eddie and nancy teaching steve how to do eyeliner

movie nights galore, and once a month going to see a new musical in indianapolis or chicago or whichever other big city is close enough to them to access without incurring time off of work or a massive dent in their budgets

going to see hawkins high performances too, because mike wheeler became a fucking theater kid

everyone knows theyre dating before they do, or nobody knows and neither do they. there is nothing smooth about how they finally formally label it, they both just kinda realize it one day

it's during truth or dare and everyone's zooted out of their minds and eddie and steve are dared to play seven minutes in heaven. nancy dares them. because if anyone's gonna pick up on it first, it's nancy

steve is actually the one to convince eddie that they need a cat, especially since steve found the little fucker in a ditch off the road sick and malnourished. guess what eddie names it

(it's not a hard guess. the cats name is ozzy)

cat dads. and then fish dads, because eddie is too high maintenance himself to take care of an animal that needs much more than feeding and occasional supervision, so he finds a fish at the pet store and scares the shit out of steve with it when he gets home from a family video shift

one movie steve and eddie both equally adore besides rocky horror is the addams family. eddies gomez to steves morticia

(this is all I can think of for now)