#eddie is an idiot

[sideblogofthcentury]

Steve knows people.

As much as his little monster-fighting family likes to believe Steve doesn’t know much, Steve definitely Knows people. Steve can read anyone like a book, based on what they choose to wear, how they choose to act, what they choose to say.

It was a survival tactic leftover from growing up the child of a millionaire; attending fancy parties and big holiday dinners with people his father did business with. Meeting a bunch of very particular adults, always having to respond in the exact right way to keep his father in good professional standings.

Steve could have a five minute conversation with someone and know for sure whether he ever wanted to see that person again.

Steve knows people.

And that is exactly why Steve is confused out of his mind about one Eddie Munson.

See, Steve has been “putting the moves,” as Robin calls it, on Eddie for the last three months. He had been pulling out every stop, trying his best to romance Eddie like one of those suave men from the books that had every bored housewife in Hawkins panting.

Steve knows Eddie likes him back. When Steve calls, Eddie’s bored sounding voice perks up half an octave when Steve starts to speak. Every time Eddie sees Steve, his face softens and he gets this dopey smile, like he’s smoked 3 joints in the last 15 minutes. Eddie always reaches out to touch Steve, and when Steve returns the favor, Eddie leans into him like a metalhead-sized cat.

It is an inherent fact to Steve that Eddie likes him back.

So when Eddie rushes a goodbye, or pulls away from a touch that’s a second too long to be platonic, or refuses to make eye contact when Steve would really like to kiss him, it confuses the goddamn shit out of Steve.

And that’s exactly what Steve says.

They’re sitting on the roof of Eddie’s van, looking up at the stars, elbows touching as they each pillow their heads on their hands. They’d just snuffed out the butt of their second joint of the night, and were basking in the lovely high, the beauty of the night sky, and each other’s company.

And Steve, as we’d established before, mutters under his breath: “you confuse the goddamn shit out of me.”

And Eddie, startled and confused, does what he does best: he laughs.

Which makes Steve laugh.

Which makes Eddie laugh harder.

Soon enough they’re both clutching their bellies and cackling out into the warm summer Indiana night.

Eddie sits up to catch his breath, crossing his legs and turning towards Steve. “Were you talking to me?”

Steve looked up at Eddie and placed one hand under his head, one on his stomach. “Yeah.”

“I confuse the goddamn shit out of you?”

Steve chuckled, still panting from the laughter. “Yeah.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows and poked Steve in the side.

Steve chuckled again, and shook his head. “You just confuse me, man. Us. This. It’s confusing.”

Eddie shrank a bit. He knew where this was going. (no he didn’t.) “Oh?” he mumbled, fumbling with his rings, avoiding eye contact.

Steve laughed. “That’s what I mean. You’re so confusing. You act like you want to kiss me so bad.”

Eddie froze.

Eddie’s brain was definitely broken.

Eddie had definitely smoked too much.

“I- you- what??”

Steve laughed.

Eddie blinked several times, wearing the most adorable confused expression. It made Steve’s heart melt. “I act… I don’t- what do you mean I ACT like I want to kiss you?!”

Steve took a deep breath and sat up, turned to face Eddie, and crossed his legs, touching both knees to Eddie’s. He covered Eddie’s fidgeting hands with his own right hand, and placed his left hand on Eddie’s thigh, just above his right knee. He leaned closer, watching Eddie’s chocolate eyes widen, darken, and flit to his lips. Steve smiled and Eddie’s breath caught, his hands flinching under Steve’s, and his eyelids fluttering in shock, before once again meeting Steve’s eyes.

Steve raised his eyebrows. “That.”

Eddie’s brain was still rebooting. “What?”

Steve shook his head and laughed. “You. Act. Like. You. Want. To. Kiss. Me.”

Eddie took a deep breath. “Steve, I’m gay.”

Steve laughed again, and Eddie frowned. “What the hell, Steve?”

Steve laughed again.

Eddie scoffed and started to move away, but Steve’s hands, previously laying innocently on Eddie’s hands and thigh, now gripped him firmly, keeping him close.

“Eddie. I know you’re gay.”

Eddie blinked. “Then why are you confused?”

Steve let his eyes very obviously find Eddie’s lips, lingering there a long pause, before bringing them back up to meet Eddie’s, which are now almost entirely consumed by the black of his blown pupils. “Because you act like you want to kiss me sooo bad, and yet, here I sit. Unkissed.”

Eddie visibly stalled. His entire body flinched, he blinked several times, and his mouth opened a fraction of an inch and he inhaled as if to speak, but made absolutely no sound.

Steve smiled and started to stroke Eddie’s hands and clothed thigh with his thumbs, silently showing Eddie he’s not going anywhere, waiting patiently for Eddie to sort through the obvious shock that this new information has triggered.

After a moment of intermittent blinking, Eddie took a deep breath. “You- I… I didn’t think that was an option.”

Steve chuckled and licked his lips. “It is most certainly an option.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay.”

Steve waited.

And waited.

“Steve?”

“yeah?”

“You’re saying I can kiss you now?”

Steve giggled. “Yeah, Eddie. I am saying that.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay.”

Steve waited again. “Unless.. You’d rather I kissed you?”

“No, no, I wanna do it.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

Eddie let his hands slip from underneath Steve’s, Steve moving his hand to Eddie’s other knee. Eddie cupped Steve’s face, fingertips threading into the hair behind his ears, his thumbs resting so gently on Steve’s cheeks. Eddie held Steve like he had the entire world in his hands, and for the first time in Steve’s life, he felt precious. Nobody had ever handled Steve so delicately, and his head was swimming.

Eddie’s eyes searched Steve’s face like he was looking for something, like he’d never get another chance, like he actually cared. Eddie looked at Steve like he was a sculpture in a museum, and it made Steve dizzy.

As Eddie shortened the distance between them, the last thing Steve saw before he closed his eyes was Eddie’s face flash with the most excited expression he’d ever seen, and Steve’s heart filled with joy.

And then Eddie’s lips touched Steve’s and his own brain failed him. He’d kissed plenty of people before but it’s never been quite like this. Eddie’s kiss was firm, soft, and entirely sure of himself, as if he didn’t spend months too afraid to do it.

Eddie’s hands advanced further into Steve’s hair, cupping the nape of his neck, tilting Steve’s head to deepen the kiss. Eddie’s tongue slid along Steve’s bottom lip, and took the opportunity of Steve’s surprised gasp to let itself into Steve’s mouth. Eddie’s tongue on his own distracted Steve from Eddie’s hands, and the next thing Steve knew, he was on his back with Eddie hovering over him, his knees straddling Steve’s hips, one hand shielding the back of Steve’s head from the metal of the van, his other hand holding Steve’s chest down, heating Steve’s soul through the thin material of his shirt.

Steve turned away to catch his breath, allowing Eddie to move his kisses to Steve’s jaw, hot breath on Steve’s neck sending entirely too much of his blood south. Steve sighed, shaking his head and let out an airy laugh. “You are so confusing.”

Eddie laughed into Steve’s ear. “What now?” His voice was deep and cracked, his breath in Steve’s ear making Steve shiver and grip Eddie’s lean hips.

“You-“ Steve panted while Eddie continued kissing his neck, “You acted so shy, for months, like you were too afraid to kiss me, driving me goddamn crazy. I could see how badly you wanted it and you never did anything about it. And now, here you are on top of me, melting me into fucking putty.” He pants a few seconds more, relishing the feeling of his earlobe in Eddie’s mouth. “Why didn’t you do us both a favor and do this months ago??”

“I told you,” Eddie mumbled, lifting his face up to meet Steve’s eyes with the most wicked grin, finally touching his own body to Steve’s in a full-body grind that led with his hips, followed with his chest, and ended with a loud groan from Steve, “I didn’t think that was an option.”

[fuctacles]

Henderson's older brother is kinda fine :/ [Part II]

me: I'll write a blurb and nothing else popular demand: *slides into my DMs* [Part I] [Part III]

They finished Eddie's assignment that first day but Dustin invited him over again the next week. He told him to bring whatever homework he has, and they can brainstorm it together.

This time Eddie braced himself as he approached the door, expecting to run into the older brother again. But to his surprise, Dustin was the one to open the door. 

"They left you unsupervised?" He raised his eyebrows as he stepped past his friend.

Dustin rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful.

"Very funny. Steve had the morning shift today, but he should be back for dinner."

"Ah, the things we could get up to until then," Eddie's eyes sparkled with mischief but Dustin slapped him in the stomach with the strength of a dwarf.

"Yeah, like helping you graduate."

"Oof," Eddie winced, twisting away from his deceitfully powerful hands. "You're no fun, Henderson. Where is your adventurous spirit?"

"At the DnD table, duh."

"Touché."

So Eddie put on his mom-charming pants (they worked the best when no actual moms were involved, just like all his other pants) and did not go looting around his friend's house. Instead, he spread his latest assignments on Dustin's bed, claiming it as his territory for the time being. Dustin worked on his own stuff at his desk, like a civilized human being. Barf.

An hour of relative silence had passed before Dustin set down whatever he was doing and turned in his chair.

"I think you're like Lucas."

It took Eddie a moment to even process the words. He looked up to find his younger friend propped up on his elbow and staring at him.

"Huh?"

"I think you might be like Lucas," he repeated with his customary eye roll.

Eddie thought about the sporty jock-wannabe Sinclair, scrunching his nose.

"How?"

Dustin seemed pleased to be asked that as he sat up eagerly to proceed with his reasoning. Which were for sure very scientific and not pulled out of his ass. Eddie braced himself for an impromptu lecture.

"His grades dropped when he got his own room. But he aced all his tests when it was being painted, and he had to bunk with Erica for a few days. So, we made an experiment and whenever he would study or do homework with someone else in the room, it got better results than when he worked alone," he paused, eyeing his friend. "Are you following?"

Eddie clicked his tongue.

"What I'm following is you used your friend as a test subject."

The boy threw his hands in the air in the way that always made Eddie grin. The kid was so delightfully dramatic.

"For his benefit. And now for yours!"

Eddie huffed in thought, simultaneously hopeful to find a solution for his skittery brain and irritated it might have been that easy this whole time. 

"So I just need a study buddy?" he asked, scrunching his nose.

"Yep," Dustin grinned at him. "I know your uncle isn't home most of the time, but you're welcome here whenever you need to work on something."

Eddie mulled that thought in his head, weighing pros and cons and asking his gut how it felt about it. His gut likes the food in Henderson's house though, so it might be a bit biased.

"You know what, Henderson? I just might take you up on that."

As if on cue, the front door opened and closed, the sound of keys dropping in the bowl following.

"Dustin?"

"Up here!" Dustin hollered and if Eddie was a lesser man, with shittier taste in music, it might have damaged his earbuds. But they were honed in by the sweet tones of metal, therefore a screeching teenager was not enough to break them at this point.

"Oh, hi Eddie!" Steve was standing in the doorway, slightly out of breath and hair not as magnificent as Eddie got used to seeing, a poster boy from a hairspray commercial no more. Ah, what capitalism does to people.

"Your hair looks sad," he observed with a slight tilt of his head.

"Uh," the guy raised his hand to his hair, pulling at the flat fringe self-consciously. "Well, sorry I didn't have the energy to doll myself back up after 8 hours of customer service."

Eddie snorted.

“Doll yourself up? Who says that?”

“I do,” Steve huffed, crossing his arms but the reddening apples of his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. Good. What grown-ass man refers to himself as a doll? Even one looking like an animated Ken. But that would be dark magic, which Eddie of course doesn't condone.

“I think Robin started it,” Dustin offered, unhelpfully. “She was trying to bully him, but it backfired because he actually likes it.” He made a disgusted face.

“Hey!”

“A doll, Steve? That’s kinda gay,” Eddie shook his head feigning disappointment. Instead of morphing into irritation though, Steve’s face hardened, and suddenly he remembered his nerdy friend’s brother was actually a jock. Former, reformed, doesn't matter. Abs were abs.

“Yeah? And what’s wrong with that?” he asked, eyes set on Eddie, unblinking.

He took a quick glance around the room. The window was open, but it was the first floor and Gareth would kill him if he broke as much as a finger again. So he dusted off the little matchbox of courage that was left somewhere inside him, and offered:

“Uh, nothing? Gays are cool. Dolls are cute. All is good.” He stretched his lips in the best attempt at a smile he could muster right now.

Steve still has not blinked, which was starting to stress Eddie out. Were his eyes always this piercing? He was staring for too long, could match their exact shade to one of the trees surrounding the trailer park by now, but was too afraid to look away. If he showed weakness, he might get chewed alive, spat out and stomped on, for a good measure.

“Good,” Steve said finally, and Eddie could breathe again. “We don’t badmouth gays in this household.”

“We don’t,” Dustin nodded feverishly, eager to get his brother out of the room. This indeed seemed to appease him, as he finally unclenched his jaw, uncrossed his arms and rapped his knuckles against the door frame.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower and start on the dinner. You stayin’?” he asked, eyes back on Eddie, who was paralyzed enough, that Dustin had to swoop in and answer for him.

“Yep, he’s staying.”

“‘Kay,” Steve slapped the door frame, suddenly smiling again, and closed the door. If not for the slow breeze from the open window, Eddie would be already dead in the vacuum-sealed room, because he surely took away all the oxygen on his way out.

He scooted on the bed to face Dustin, who was about to open a book and start reading like whatever had just happened hadn’t just happened.

“Soo, is Steve…?”

Dustin looked at him. Eddie looked at him back.

“Is Steve what?” Dustin prodded, in that annoyed tone of his.

Eddie was a wordsmith, he could write and lead campaigns, produce not-half-bad lyrics and lie his way out of trouble. Usually. He got this.

He opened his mouth. Frowned. He did not get this.

“Gay?” he asked quietly.

“Pshhh, no,” Dustin waved his hand. “He’s a ladies' man.”

“Right, yeah,” Eddie nodded like the bobbing head figurine on his uncle’s dashboard. “Then why…”

Dustin shrugged, the unhelpful bastard.

“I think his father is a homophobe? And Steve was kind of a jerk a few years back, he’s trying to be better now. Overcompensating a bit, if you ask me but eh,” he shrugged again. The helpfulest kid in Hawkins. Baby Henderson opened his book, closing the topic, so Eddie fell back on the bed, taking a well-needed break from his study break.

Normally, when the topic of gays was brought up, it was unpleasant and long-winded, full of exchanged opinions, usually hateful ones. Here, the Hendersons were treating it like small talk, not the can of worms that just opened in Eddie’s stomach. Okay, gross. They would crawl around, who knows in which direction? And the can itself? So many sharp edges, so unsanitary.

Needless to say, it wasn’t something Eddie would forget about quickly like they seemed to expect him to.

Alas, he was Dustin’s study-guest, so the kid gave him five minutes to ponder on the worms crawling inside him, before slapping the side of his head with a book to get him back on track. He wouldn’t even let him out on a leak pass until he showed he was done with the chapter he started.

Finally free for a second, Eddie left the bathroom but instead of returning to Dustin’s room, he was lured downstairs by the atrocious sounds of ABBA. Was ABBA gay? He was going to overthink everything now, wasn’t he? Honestly, the whole pop genre felt gay. Metal, that was manly as fuck. Very heterosexual.

For a second he stood in the kitchen’s door frame watching the older Henderson sway his hips around in a yellow apron. It would be almost endearing if the music didn’t make his brain try to collapse on itself. 

He quickly approached the radio and slammed the pause button to save the poor man from further eardrum damage.

“What is this?” he asked when Steve turned to face him.

“Uh. The radio?” he frowned, the poor guy having no idea what he was saying. The top 40 made him delirious.

“What was the radio playing?” Eddie asked in his most condescending tone, eyebrows raised.

“.... ABBA?”

Eddie scoffed.

“I’ll bring you some real music, hang on a second.” And he was gone, on a quest to educate the masses. “Masses” being one Steve Henderson, but as an older brother and Dustin’s role model he had a duty to uphold and Eddie was generous enough to help him out.

He ran out to his car and rummaged through his cassettes, wondering which one was most appropriate for a cooking background. Not a thing he would practice himself, but metalheads eat too, sometimes, so it couldn't be such a farfetched concept. Right?

Eventually, he dumped an armful of tapes on the counter, grinning at Steve wildly.

“One of them has to work for…” he waved a hand in the general direction of chopped-up vegetables. “Whatever it is you’re doing.”

“I will not believe you haven't cooked before.”

Eddie only shrugged at that and popped the first tape of choice into the player. Steve frowned at the tunes but wisely didn't object.

“Since you’re making yourself comfortable in my kitchen, why don’t you help me out a bit?”

“Ah, I’d love to, but there’s this solo I just have to-” he broke into an elaborate air guitar, imitating the riffs from memory while banging his head. He couldn’t see Steve’s face, but he was undoubtedly impressed. Eddie looked metal as fuck. He was super cool, super manly.

“I thought you were just taking a dump but then, guess what? I hear Iron Maiden from the kitchen!”

What wasn’t cool, was being scolded by a fourteen-year-old.

“Got lured by the sweet tunes, huh, big guy?”

“Dustin please, take him away from me.”

Dustin looked between the older boys, one maniacally jumping around, the other wielding a knife and a carrot. He considered his chances and favorable outcomes.

“If we switch to Metallica I’ll help with cooking,” he offered, to which Steve shrugged and Eddie gleefully switched the tapes.

He jumped around, watching the two Hendersons work together and to his absolute terror, he felt a teeny tiny desire to join in. Thankfully, his pride was still hidden beneath a half-dead tree.

He circled them like a curious cat, getting closer and closer, until his face almost squished against Steve’s arm, still dutifully chopping.

“What are we making?”

“We,” Steve accentuated, jostling the intruder's head. “Are making baked vegetables. You are jumping around like a lunatic.”

Eddie gasped.

“I am providing entertainment!”

“Can you provide the baking pan?” Dustin asked dryly. “It’s in the oven.”

“Only if it means I get to taste the fruits of my hard work.”

“You don’t have to help us to get dinner.” Steve bumped his shoulder with a roll of his eyes. “But, helpers get an extra cookie.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?”

Eddie was truly a genius. He got to help out his fake little brother and his older brother without outwardly asking to be included! And to think he failed senior year twice.

“Go do your nerdy things, I’ll call you when it’s done,” Steve wiped his hands on a towel, food in the oven and the timer set. Dustin was more than happy to leave, and was first to run up the stairs. Eddie was about to follow but a light tug on his shirt stopped him. He turned around, confused, only to be met with Steve pressing a finger to his lips, which, more confusion.

Not easing his grasp, he pulled him back into the kitchen and opened one of the cupboards, where he grabbed a jar and popped it open, releasing a mouthwatering aroma.

“One,” he ordered, and without having to be told twice, Eddie reached in to find a chocolate chip cookie.

“You trying to poison me?” he asked, even if his tongue was one slip away from tasting the treat.

“I would never put poison in my baking,” Steve made a face like the mere suggestion offended him. Eddie raised his eyebrows. 

“You made this?”

“Fucking- Eat it before Dustin comes looking for you. I’m trying to be nice.” Steve gritted his teeth, putting the jar back away.

Eddie felt a little bad for pushing him, but only a little. He finally put the cookie in his mouth and took a bite.

Holy shit.

“This is so fucking good!” he mumbled, crumbs flying everywhere, which earned him a disgusted expression.

“Good thing I haven’t swept yet,” Steve murmured, looking at the floor with disdain. “Now scram. Don’t show up until dinner.”

“Yes, sir!” Eddie saluted, crumbs dripping, and ran away, before Steve’s deadly kitchen rag could reach his butt.

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[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve: So you're my boyfriend now–

Eddie: We're BOYfriends???

Steve:

Eddie:

Steve: Okay, I'm back to being single now, got it.

Eddie: Wait, babe, lemme explain–

[stevesbanana]

Can we appreciate his side profile real quick? Like look at him. He’s glorious, majestic, how could you hate him? He’s so babygirl. Let’s be real for a second he’s therapeutic like I feel like that nose would fix all my problems @ doja

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Steve: Sorry I called you an idiot. I was trying to flirt

Eddie: It's okay, I like being called an idiot

Steve: Weird but okay??

Steve: You're my little vampire idiot *ruffles his hair*

Eddie: I vill suck your blood!!!

[italiansteebie]

Steve has been flirting with Eddie relentlessly, and apparently everyone notices except Eddie.

So, after months of trying to get Eddie’s attention to no avail, he gives up and pulls away. Completely.

And it leave’s Eddie reeling. What did he do? He thought they were friends! Then all of a sudden the guy won’t even look at him. He gets his feelings hurt, and he gets mean. It’s a defense mechanism he’s not proud of. 

They're sitting in Steve’s house, as he so graciously lets Eddie host Hellfire in his Living Room and Dustin’s been jabbering away about how they should make an NPC for Steve in their next campaign. Eddie doesn’t get it. Steve won’t even talk to him anymore so why the hell would he include the guy in his game? In his storyline. So he scoffs, cutting Dustin off.

“What’s he gonna do? Stand there and look pretty? That’s all he’s good for anyways.” He mutters the last part, but clearly not quiet enough because the look on Steve’s face is absolutely distraught. Everyone’s looking at him now, “What?” He snaps. Most of them turn away, watching Steve as he climbs the stairs and locks himself in his room. 

“Dude. What the fuck?” Dustin shouts, not even bothering to censor himself. “What?” He finds himself asking, he didn’t expect Dustin to take Steve’s side. “Why would you say that? Steve is like… Super insecure.” Eddie shrugs, “Maybe I would have found that out if he didn’t start fucking ignoring me?” 

This catches Robin’s attention. She had followed Steve upstairs and was trying to talk to him through the door, but down she was bounding down, marching towards Eddie with a look on her face he’d never seen before. “Ignore you? Eddie, you might be the dumbest person on the planet.” She was positively growling at him. 

“Yeah! Bucks, ignoring me! We were friends! Nd all of a sudden, poof!” He was confused, why was everyone blaming him for this? 

Robin groaned, “He. Liked. You. You fucking idiot,” She stabbed him in the chest with her finger, annunciating her words with it. And that. That sent Eddie into another dimension. “No, he didn’t. Steve is straight.” He said, more trying to convince himself that he didn’t just fuck himself over, than as a statement. 

Robin’s face softened. “Dude. You are, so… Ugh. Just… go talk to him.” She shoved Eddie in the direction of the stairs. 

He was face to face with Steve’s door, he knocked softly. “I’m okay, Robs. I’m just giving them some space.” He could hear the tears that clogged up Steve’s throat. He cleared his own before softly saying, “It’s Eddie. I- I want to apologize.” He could hear fumbling around before the door clicked open. If hearing Steve cry wasn’t enough, seeing the tear streaks on his face tore his heart in half. “Oh, Steve.” He whispered, cursing himself. Steve waved a hand, “It’s okay, Eddie, I get it. You don’t like me, it’s fine. I’ll be okay.” His voice was wobbly, and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else than talking to Eddie right now. Eddie scrubbed a hand over his face, “I fucked up really bad, Steve.” He sighed. 

“I do like you. I thought you started ignoring me, I thought, maybe. I dunno. That you hated me again.”

“Eddie, I never hated you. Literally ever. Even in highschool I thought you were like, the coolest. I tried to get Tommy H. to leave you alone, but he-” Steve swallowed hard, “He threatened to out me, if I kept trying to protect you, I couldn’t- My dad, he… Yeah.” And suddenly Eddie remembers the terrified look on Steve’s face every time they walked past, he thought it was about him, not for him. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really shouldn't have said that, and I don’t really think it’s true… I just. When you just up and started ignoring me, I got defensive.”

Steve looked at him, “I wasn’t ignoring you, I was- I was giving you space! Eddie. I’ve been, flirting with you for months and-” 

“You were flirting with me?”

“Yes! Eddie! That, what do you think I meant when I said Tommy H. would out me? God! I thought you didn't like me! I was taking the hint! I was… Giving you space,”

Eddie slapped a hand over his face. “I’m so dumb,” “No, Eddie…” “Steve. I had no idea you were flirting with me, I didn't even know you’re queer until two minutes ago! God… I’m so sorry.”

Steve just looked at him before cracking a smile, “Wow, Eds. You really are clueless.” Eddie giggled, “So I’ve heard.” He grabbed Steve’s hand. “I really am sorry though. I’m not good with emotions, or people… Can we try again?” Steve nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips, “Yeah, we can try again.” 

“I’m Eddie, I think you’re the hottest, most precious, thing I’ve ever seen. Wanna go on a date?”

“I’m Steve, your hair is prettier than mine and I wanna spend every waking moment with you. I would love to go on a date.” 

They returned downstairs, hand in hand, with matching smiles. Robin grinned at them, “So, Eddie. I see you’ve stopped being an idiot.” A dopey grin spread across his face, “Yeah,” He drawled, turning to Steve, looking at him like he hung the stars themselves. Steve returned the look right back. 

They were broken apart by a loud groan. “Now we gotta deal with that? Ugh. Go back to being stupid!” Erica teased, her tone was light. The group laughed at that, happy to have the tension in the house gone. “Alright! Let's play some DnD!” Dustin cheered. Eddie scoffed. 

“What is this? A movie? The campaign isn’t even finished being written!”

[braincelllostandfound]

Eddie: *literally bleeding to death*

Eddie: Buck, are you hurt? Are you alright? Do you need something?

Buck: Dude, you really need to sort out your priorities 

[fangirlandtheories]

Steve Harrington updated his relationship status from Married to Widowed.

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Max Mayfield: Rip lmao ⚰️⚰️⚰️

Dustin Henderson: 👀 uh oh...

Eddie Munson: I SAID I WAS SORRY

[his-strange-eyes]

Eddie wakes up next next to Steve and gives him a gentle bite on the shoulder. Steve rolls over to look at him.

EDDIE: Every morning I wake up next to you, and you’re so sweet that I have to take a little bite, Sugar

STEVE: *smiles* wow, you’re really-

EDDIE: And every morning I wonder, is today the day my teeth will rot and fall out?

STEVE:

STEVE: What the fuck is wrong with you *rolls over away from Eddie*

[steddiebylerfixation]

I can't stop laughing at this picture because to me, it looks like if Steve were to tell Eddie that they could go for ice cream after they get done fighting Vecna just to keep Eddie concentrated

[sarahmadisonxoxo]

There is a special place in my heart for get together stories. Especially the ones that have some sort of angst caused by miscommunication or misunderstanding. My heart breaks in the moments one of them is convinced the other could never see them as anything other than an acquaintance or friend.

Steve when he’s so completely convinced Eddie wouldn’t ever want a preppy ex jock. Someone who through the years has been so broken down by endless traumatic events , or things Steve sees as flaws.

Or when Eddie is convinced Steve’s the straightest guy in Hawkins. That somehow even if by the grace of god Steve wasn’t completely straight, that he wouldn’t want the town pariah. Any interest Steve would show immediately would be written off as Steve experimenting.

I absolutely adore watching these morons dance around the subject.

Steve going as far as to set himself up to be mocked for his ideas of a date night. Purposefully making bad decisions. Meanwhile, as hard as Eddie tries not to his mocking slowly morphs into giving suggestions. Seeing himself in those scenarios with Steve, vicariously living through the movie playing in his head.

It turns into them casually showing off their ideas of dates. ‘Platonically’ taking each other through the motions insisting criticizing each others tactics would give them a better edge in keeping a partner.

Steve and Eddie wind up staring longingly at each other though most of the moments..

They are so dense. I need them to be blind to just how obvious it is. The almost perfect moments. Every little brush of shoulders, every almost kiss.

I honestly just need Murray to be the one that points it out. They deny it. Life goes on.

Eventually they see it… and have their happy ending. If Robin isn’t beyond fed up by the time they realize it though is it really even real?

[hellcheerficdatabase]

keggers & synth-pop

Author: @hangon-silvergirl

Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

Eddie narrows his eyes at her; takes a considering drag of his smoke. What else on God’s green earth is he good for in context? He’s not sure that he and Chrissy Cunningham have ever said more than a handful of words to one another ever. “Why?”

“I’ll give you ten dollars to make out with me right now.”

She couldn’t have stunned him anymore if she had told him that she was joining a nunnery and needed a ride, or if she had asked him to help her hunt down Bigfoot. Eddie blinks at her a few times, then sticks a finger in his ear and shakes it around vigorously to try and dislodge whatever’s impairing his hearing. “Uh. Come again?”

Eddie really oughta leave this party, but... Chrissy Cunningham is pretty persuasive.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, Eddie needs a hug, Chrissy has a crush on Eddie, first kiss, fluff, Eddie is an idiot, he's dense, Eddie POV, one-shot, status: completed

[ryminsteddiesashanne]

Good things come in three's

[stevesbanana]

Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes:

Y/n: “Go fuck yourself!”

Eddie: “…Fuck me yourself, you coward!”

[sky-neverending]

Ok, so I spent all morning writing this. It kind of is rushed and doesn't make a ton of sense, but I feel like Steve is the type of guy to forgive someone quickly. So just... go with it, yeah? Ok, cool. (posting this on A03 as well) also pretend Eddie is really, really stupid and unaware. bc he is, in this case.

Break my Heart (tear it in two):

It was the one month anniversary of Steve and Eddie’s first date. Their first real date, anyway. Not one of their hangouts where they got shit faced and laughed on Eddie’s bed until they cried, both tears of happiness and tears that they were holding back and letting bubble up inside them. No, this was a real, proper date. They had gone out for burgers, shared nervous glances over a milkshake, and Steve had kissed Eddie’s cheek when he walked him to the door. The whole nine yards. 

Steve and Eddie didn’t have any plans that day, none alone anyway. They were meeting Robin and Nancy at the Wheelers, watching a movie in the basement because it was supposed to be a rainy day. 

He arrived at Nancy’s house at two in the afternoon with a small bouquet of flowers in his hands, rain already pouring down around him. Shielding the flowers, he bolted toward the door and under the safety of the porch, taking a moment to calm his nerves before he knocked.

A blush spread across his face as it opened, revealing his curly haired boyfriend standing behind. “Eddie!” He chuckled awkwardly, holding out the flowers. “I got you these.”

Eddie looked at him, and then at the flowers, and then at him again before shrugging. “Thanks dude.” He said, snatching the flowers and running his fingers through the petals lightly. After inspecting them for a moment, he backed up to let Steve inside and away from the cold harsh winds of the storm that was brewing. Steve did so, walking into the hall and pulling off his shoes before giving Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek and heading down toward the basement. 

When Robin and Nancy saw the two enter, Eddie with flowers still in hand, they cooed and let out little noises of awe, leaving Steve to blush and glare in their direction. As the group settled into the couch, Eddie stood, hands on his hips. He climbed onto a rocky table in the center of the room, smiling down wildly at the group. Nancy rolled her eyes.

“Get off the table before you get yourself hurt.” She muttered quietly, knowing Eddie wouldn’t listen. And he didn’t, instead he stood tall and proud and cleared his throat to get everyone’s full attention. 

“I have an announcement!” He cried out, imitating a trumpet with his fingers. “Guess who got himself a date at the Hideout yesterday?”

Steve froze. His mouth fell agape, and his cheeks rushed red. He could feel Nancy and Robins eyes on him as he stuttered, trying to think of something to say. Was Eddie fucking with him?

He locked eyes with the man on the table, who has his hands out waiting for cheers or applause or any sort of congratulations. But none came. Steve simply stood.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” Was all he said before storming out the basement door in embarrassment and rage. His heart burned, despite the cool of the water that hit his skin and the winds blowing him every which way. He stumbled out onto the grass, collapsing down and curling his knees to his chest. And he just started sobbing. 

Inside, Robin and Nancy were now standing, glaring daggers through Eddie. Robin was edging closer to him, fully prepared to push him off the table. 

“I don’t know whether to kill you or run after him.” She muttered, and Nancy pulled her back.

“Go.” She said, gesturing out the door that Steve left from. She looked back at Eddie. “I’ll deal with him.”

Panic rushed through Eddie as he slowly stepped off the table and away from Nancy. She grabbed his wrist, pulling him down on the couch and crossing her arms as she glared down at him. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She said slowly, but her look told Eddie she didn’t really want an answer. Eddie grasped at the fabric of his jeans nervously. He was going to die. 

Outside, Robin rushed toward Steve, immediately falling to her knees despite the muddied ground. She wrapped her arms around him and he fell into her, burying his head in her chest. 

“How am I so stupid?” He muttered quietly, words broken up by little sobs and gasps for air. Robin simply ran a hand through his soaked hair and tightened her grip around him.

“He’s the stupid one.” She said in a hushed whisper that barely contained the rage in her voice. “Not you.”

He sniffed. “What did I do wrong?” He asked. Robin shook her head. 

“Nothing. You did nothing wrong at all.” Pausing, she started to pull away. “Let’s go inside?” She suggested, but Steve pulled her back to him. 

“Can you stay out here for a little longer?” He asked. There was desperation in his words. 

She placed a kiss on the top of his head. That was all she needed to say. 

“You are such an idiot!” Nancy cried, pressing a finger into Eddie's chest. “What the hell? Do you walk around breaking people’s hearts for fun? Because I swear to god, I'll break you next.” If looks could kill, Eddie would be dead ten times over. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nancy pressed her finger harder into his chest. 

“You’re an asshole, Eddie Munson. I’ve never seen Steve happier than he’s been in the past month, and then you go and pull this shit? After everything we’ve been through? I took you as a lot of things, Eddie, but not an idiot. And certainly not a cheater. So, I'll ask you one more time.” She leaned in, and Eddie could see the pure disgust in her eyes. “What. The hell. Is wrong. With you?”

Eddie opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. He managed to speak one measly little word.

“What?”

Nancy backed up, crossing her arms over her chest. She studied Eddie's face, taking in the fear and confusion radiating off of him. 

“You do know you and Steve are dating, right? And that you just tore his heart in two in front of us?”

Eddie froze. He thought back to the past month. The constant touching, the drunken kisses that he wrote off as Steve just needing close contact, the pet names and the gifts and the stares and the smiles. Holy shit.

He was dating Steve. And he fucked it up royally. 

“Holy shit is right.” Nancy growled at him, and he realized he had said it out loud. He stood frantically, eyeing the door. “I need to fix this.” He said, and Nancy nodded. 

“Go, before I get my gun.” She responded, and he couldn’t really tell whether she was joking or not. He decided not to take the chance.

Practically sprinting out the door, he was met with the sight of Robin and Steve huddled up in the wet grass. Robin looked up as the door cluttered shut behind him, lips pressed together in anger. 

“Please.” He begged. “Just let me talk to him.”

Robin looked like she was about to speak, but suddenly Steve moved, looking at her and nodding. “Are you sure?” She muttered, and he bit his lip before glancing up at Eddie. His eyes were red and teary, and his hair was completely soaked, flat on his head. 

“I’m sure.” He said, and Robin nodded before starting to walk back inside. She bumped into Eddie's shoulder as she did so, probably on purpose. Eddie felt he deserved it. 

Steve pulled himself from the ground, brushing leaves off of his jeans. He looked up at Eddie, clearly holding back more emotion than anyone should ever have to handle. 

He let out a long, heart shattering sigh. “Why?”

Eddie stood still. “Why…?” He copied Steve’s word, trying to make sense of what it meant.

“Why did you let me think we were dating if you were just going to go on a date with another guy? Why did you let me take you out and kiss you and get you gifts? Why the hell would you do that to me?”

“I didn’t know.” Eddie muttered. He watched as Steve’s brow furrowed.

“You didn’t know?” He exclaimed angrily, taking a step forward. “We make out in your bed like three times a week!”

Scrunching up his face, Eddie realized how bad the situation looked. “I thought you were just a touchy drunk?” He tried, but even to him it didn’t make any sense. Why had he let Steve kiss him all those times? Why had he kissed back? “God, Steve. I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry.”

Steve simply scoffed. “Have fun on your date.” He said, and he began to walk away. Eddie ran after him, catching him by the shoulder and pulling him closer than he meant. 

“Fuck, Steve. I don’t want to go on that stupid date. I was only going because I needed to get over you! I didn’t realize it at the time, but we’ve established I am incredibly, incredibly stupid. I fucking like you. And I know I might have just ruined everything, but if you wanted to give me another chance, or start over, or I don’t know, punch me until you feel better? Please just tell me.” Steve was frozen now, listening intently to Eddie's words. “Please.” Eddie tried one last time, realizing now that he too was crying. 

Steve put a hand on Eddie's collar and raised the other like he was about to go in for a punch. Eddie closed his eyes, bracing himself, but the harsh contact of Steve’s fist never came. Instead, a rain soaked pair of lips pressed up against his, just for a moment.

When Steve pulled away, he smiled faintly. “Call me tomorrow?” He said, and Eddie nodded.

“Take all the time you need.” He whispered. Steve blinked at him, his eyes pulling Eddie in like a black hole. 

And then he left. 

When Eddie got home that afternoon, the first thing he did was place the bouquet of flowers in a cup, hoping it would work as well as a vase. Then he sat on his bed, tracing his fingers over the collar of his shirt where Steve had held. He sat there until the sun set in the sky and the stars came out. He sat until the clock on his bedside table ticked to midnight. When it did, he picked up his phone and dialed a number he had burned into his memory.

The line rang for a moment, and then a voice called out from the other end.

“Harrington Residence?” It said, and Eddie smiled fondly.

“Yeah, hi. This is Eddie?” He stuttered, and he heard movement on the other side of the line.

“Punctual, aren’t you Munson?” Steve said. 

Eddie swore he could hear Steve’s soft smile through the phone. 

you know what i want to see more in steddie fic?

steve thinking he and eddie are dating and eddie having no clue

eddie thinks steve being so touchy feely and asking to hang out is just because of trauma bonding and jock culture so he doesn't question it

until he tells the group he got himself a date with a guy he met at the hideout or when he went to indianapolis and everyone is just staring (ie glaring) at him and steve just goes, 'oh...fuck i'm so stupid' and just walks out and robin is stuck wondering if she should kill eddie first and THEN run after him but nancy tells her to go, she's got this handled, like that isn't the scariest sentence eddie's ever heard

and nancy just dresses eddie down, verbally viscerates him and he's left feeling hurt and confused, he really thought his friends would be happy for him and nancy seems to finally "get it" and bluntly asks "you do know you and steve were dating right? and you just stomped all over his feelings in front of his friends?"

and it finally clicks in eddie's head and is horrified before he too is running after steve to beg for forgiveness and for another chance at this dating thing

[braincelllostandfound]

Buck: “Hey, I know this guy. I’ve been fucking this guy for months, married him -”

Eddie: “And he adopted my child!” 

Buck: “yes, I adopted his child. But this doesn’t mean I’m gay, right?” 

Eddie: “No homo” 

Athena: “This means you’re idiots.”