#gay!eddiemunson

[eiddets]

dating eddie munson headcanons!

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(eddie x fem reader)

- he leaves you for a man

[inthedarknessofnight]

No one:

Eddie when he sees Steve being great with kids:

this had me cackling y’all 🤣

[redlegumes]

Cake

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: cake wc: 311 | rated: t | cw: none | tags: twerk | AO3 link

Summary:

What kind of cake would get served at a small town gay-bar? The kind rockstar Eddie Munson can't take his eyes off of.

(*・ω・)ﾉ”┌iii┐♡

If Eddie wanted bodies, dancing up on each other, he'd go to a sex club. Dancing, as he preferred it, happened in a mosh pit. But the tour bus had stopped in a small town between Indianapolis and Chicago, and a quick Google showed the place had an actual gay-bar.

Why not... Maybe I'm missing something.

'Something's' name was Steve. Eddie zeroed in on his cherry lip gloss, Disney princess eyes, and athletic shorts the second he made it through the door.

His opening line was trash, but Steve's eyes still brightly bounced up and down Eddie's body.

"Hey sailor, you're not from around here."

"What gave it away?" Eddie leaned in. Steve even smelled pretty.

"Eh, this is kinda my spot." His shy smile at the admittance might as well have been Cupid's arrow, hitting Eddie square in the heart.

They chatted a while at the bar, learning each other's names, and flirting.

A song began blaring, louder than the tracks before it, over the speakers.

Eddie, turned his head and caught a few lyrics.

I came to leave with somebody

I only came for the cake

Steve rolled his eyes, held up one finger, and practically stomped into the middle of the dance floor. Some people crowded him, whooping, as he flashed that little smile at them. Steve abruptly lifted both hands above his head in a swift motion, as though it were obligatory. His elbows bent a bit, and those closest by him seemed to be striking similar poses, legs bent or backs arched. Then the audio chanted:

Cake, cake, cake

The dance floor erupted into twerking bodies.

The dj was saying some sort of happy birthday over the mic, but Eddie's hearing had been plunged under water. The only sense, still in full operation, were his eyes, glued to Steve. Steve shaking all that goddamn delicious cake.

（＾3＾）~♪

These are a genuine challenge for me, but I feel so triumphant when I get that word count down!!!

[trashm0uthhhh]

Hoping to get more people to see my stuff on AO3 so what's better than starting a tumblr page? Feel free to request fics, here is the link to my ao3 and a list of rules i have.

Rules:

-No Smut

-No underage stuff

-No noncon

-No incest

Open to suggestions

I'm open to writing poly stuff

Edit: decided to cross post everything i post on AO3 on here as well, might even start posting on wattpad

[eddiemunsonw]

Paint me red.

PART 4

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're one of Vickie's best friends. Her girlfriend, Robin, is in need of a distraction for her best friend, Steve Harrington, who you vaguely remember from school. Which is where you come in.

CW / Disclaimer: A bunch of cute stuff, just a nice feel good fic about our dear boy Steve.

Author’s note: It was time to write about Steve Harrington, so here it is. Four parts, can find them both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 2783 / (complete fic) 13059

Steve’s POV

Steve had himself draped nearly flat over the counter, arms folded under his head as he watched Robin dart from left to right in front of him while she talked. He watched with mild amusement as she gestured wildly along with her words. In all fairness, he wasn’t exactly following what the point of her story was anymore as she had redirected the course of it about six times now, but he loved hearing her talk.

“… so. You’re coming to the fair with me.”

He frowned.

“Huh?”

Robin rolled her eyes affectionately and ruffled his hair, which immediately caused him to straighten his back to fix it.

“Have you even been listening?” she asked. Steve nodded, then shrugged, then shook his head.

“I… tried?” He provided a crooked smile.

“Vickie and Y/N are working at the fair. I’m gonna give Vickie a visit so you should come. They work at a food stall so… can have a nice chat and stuff.”

Steve thought back on the last time he had seen you and suppressed the smile that threatened to grow on his lips. He remembered how fun it had been during the paintball game, how you had painted a flower on his cheek and how he hadn’t wanted you to get out of his car in favor of talking to you for a little while longer.

“Won’t that be weird?” Steve questioned, considering that maybe you wouldn’t want to see him. It wasn’t like you had given him the idea that you were interested at all. Normally, girls would fawn over him before he even had to woo them. Except with Robin, but Robin was gay. Even Nancy had given obvious signs that she was interested. What if…

“Are you sure she’s into guys?”

“Uh, yeah? I think she’s definitely into guys. Why does that matter? Are you into her?”

Steve avoided her smug expression. Robin was having none of it and moved her head into his vision, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“She’s nice,” Steve mumbled.

“Nice.”

“Yeah! She’s nice. Can’t people be nice?”

“Just nice?”

Steve sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. Robin always did stuff like that. Asked questions in a way that made him want to defend his answers.

“She’s nice and… funny.”

Robin raised her brow.

“Fine, she’s also hot. Her eyes are really pretty. Nice hair too and… well, everything,” Steve admitted with a sigh. Robin could read him like a book, as usual. He just hoped he was only obvious to her. His crushes on people blossomed way too quickly. People could simply portray some basic human decency and he’d feel a subtle notion of butterflies. Not actual butterflies, but his brain could easily trick him into believing they were.

Robin’s subtle smile spread into a grin.

“I thought so. You like her. So. Fair? Yes? Can I tell Vickie we’ll be there?”

“Sure, yeah. Do that.”

Robin smirked and grabbed her pack of gum from the counter.

“Perfect. Want one?”

“Yes, thanks.”

The fair was bustling with people all around, visitors a mix of children to elderly, though teens and young adults were mostly prevalent. While Steve took in the various stalls and attractions they had, Robin was trying to make a beeline towards the stall you and Vickie were at. It was when Steve glanced up at a giant pink teddy bear, his footsteps faltering, that Robin sighed and hooked her arm through his.

“Don’t get any ideas, she might be one of the many girls that don’t like pink.”

“I was just looking,” Steve argued, turning his head to look at it one more time. “It’s just… massive, isn’t it? I never understood why anyone would want a big plushie like that.”

“To hug it, sit against it, I don’t know. I don’t like them either.”

“Don’t they have their partners for that?” Steve questioned out loud, to which Robin shrugged.

“Maybe it’s for when they miss them? Anyway, maybe plushies hug better than some people.” A beat and then: “Vickie gives the best hugs.”

Steve smiled softly at her and let her lead him towards the food stall. It was easy to spot Vickie in the distance, though he didn’t see you yet. Perhaps you were taking a break or something. Once they arrived at Vickie’s stall they were met with a bright smile and she quickly walked around it to hug them both.

“Hi guys!” She immediately eyed Steve apologetically. “Sorry, Y/N isn’t here.”

“Oh,” Steve said, unable to hide his disappointment all that well. “That’s— she’s not sick or anything, is she?”

“Oh, no! She’s just not here,” Vickie said, pointing to the ground. “She had to cover for someone at the haunted house.” Steve followed her gaze towards a creepy looking attraction where several people stormed out of every now and then. Fun.

“Oh okay, cool. I’ll see if I can spot her later, maybe.”

“You should go in! It’s really fun. And scary of course,” she said with a giggle. “I’ll be here when you get back,” she told Robin then with a bored roll of her eyes. “I’ll be here alllll night.”

Robin squeezed her hand sympathetically and smiled.

“Will you have time to walk around with me later? I saw a giant bear plushie that I want to win for you.”

Steve gaped at her and she shrugged as a smile tugged on her lips.

“So that’s why you were so damned to drag me away, huh? You wanted it all for yourself,” Steve concluded with narrowed eyes.

“She likes pink,” Robin said, as if that was enough of an explanation. Vickie beamed at her and nodded excitedly.

“Yeah! I’ll get off at ten so we will have two hours or so. Just promise me you won’t waste all your savings, please. Let’s agree on an amount.”

“Who says I’m not a professional at balloon popping?” Robin countered with a playful smile. Vickie batted her eyelashes at her and wrapped her arms around her neck before giving her a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Alright. Show me your best!”

After that, Steve and Robin headed to the ticket booth of the haunted house and he was surprised not to see you there either. For some reason that had seemed to be the most logical place to spot you next. It bugged him a little that disappointment swirled in his stomach. When did his desire to see you become so strong all of a sudden?

“Maybe she’s inside?” Robin offered, noticing his confused expression.

“To do what?”

“I don’t know, scare people?”

Steve shrugged and joined Robin in the row to the haunted house. Many screams were heard from both inside and at the exit and if he was honest, he was already dreading it. He wasn’t scared that easily, he liked to think (it was a lie), but haunted houses just gave him the type of fright that was hard to ignore, especially if someone ran after him unexpectedly. There was no way he was backing out though, he just hoped he’d see you somehow. Maybe they did some storytelling inside? He doubted you were a scare actor since they usually went all out for that with make up and costumes and what not. According to Vickie you had been called upon pretty last minute.

It was extremely dark inside and he fought the urge to grab Robin’s hand immediately. She’d never let him hear the end of it. Cautiously, they walked forward, the first room being filled with eerie sounds and cobwebs hanging low from the wall. They even added a giant spider on one, which creeped him out already. This was going to be hell. His eyes flickered over to the jail bars next to him as they entered the next room and he noticed actors were standing behind it, occasionally snaking a hand through the bars. Robin however hadn’t noticed, and when one of them lightly grazed her arm, she bolted with a scream.

“Oh, great,” Steve mumbled dryly, earning a giggle from an actor breaking character for a second. He hoped Robin was alright, as he didn’t find her in the next room, or the next. His eyes were so focused on finding the entrance to the following room that he hadn’t noticed he wasn’t alone. Out of nowhere, an actor jumped in front of him, arms wide open as if to grab him.

“AHH!”

As he jumped backwards he saw that they were smaller than him and wearing a mask and, he vaguely noticed through his own screaming, were calling him by his name.

“Steve! Steve, it’s me!”

Y/N’s pov

Steve relaxed cautiously as you put your hands on his shoulders after lifting the mask up to rest on top of your head.

“Steve.” A soft giggle escaped you. “It’s me, Y/N.” You gave his shoulders a quick squeeze and pulled him aside in case the next group would show up.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Steve sighed exasperatedly as his hands searched for a way to hold onto you. He settled for a brief brush of his hands against your shoulders before he dropped his arms again. “Ever thought of saying hi instead? I think I lost three years of my life just now.”

You couldn’t help but giggle some more and squeezed his shoulders lightly. Your hands traveled down his arms until it felt right to remove them and you shrugged.

“It is a haunted house after all. Wait, then I guess it was Robin who I saw running past just now then, huh? I was still processing that but then I saw you and I was certain it was you, so…”

“It’s me. Steve “The Deceased” Harrington. I might as well stay here forever now, become a corpse,” Steve said with a heavy hand gesture.

“You’re so dramatic, Steve.” You smiled. “Go on, before the others come. I don’t wanna keep you.” You urged him towards the next room but he shook his head.

“Wait— Uh… Do you also get off at ten? Like Vickie?”

“Yes…?” you asked, feeling there was more to that question.

“Do you want to hang out with me after? Vickie and Robin are going to and I don’t really want to be a third wheel and uhm… Well no it’s not just that, I also had fun with you last time, so. Yeah. Just a question. If you like.”

He ran his hand through his hair and scratched the back of his neck all in one motion and sighed, unsure what to do next. You smiled at him.

“I’d love to. We can meet at the food stall? I’ll for sure be hungry and I’ve promised myself some churros.”

Steve nodded.

“Alright, meet you there.” He glanced towards the next room. “I don’t trust this place after what you did to me just now.”

“You’ll be fine. Just be prepared for when the guy with the chainsaw comes running after you and don’t break a leg, please. ‘S gonna be hard to walk around the fair with me otherwise.”

“A guy with a— Okay, I’ll do my best,” Steve groaned. “Nice seeing you again, despite these circumstances,” he added with a soft smile. You nodded in agreement.

“Nice seeing you too, Steve “The Deceased” Harrington.”

Ten couldn’t come around soon enough. Luckily time passed faster in a haunted house than it did at a food stall, as the energy of people in an attraction was vastly different. You managed to scare quite a few people, though you didn’t jump in front of anyone like you had with Steve. That had been personal, for the sake of it. Other than that one time you spent your time walking through the room slowly, dragging a fake ax behind you on the ground. That was scary enough for most people. Being in a haunted house usually made them skittish for the mere fact that they were in it.

Aside from time passing by fast, you wished you had spent it at the food stall instead. It would have meant you didn’t smell like a stuffy mask and your hair would still be perfectly in place and Steve would probably— Hold on. You stopped your train of thought quickly. Since when were you focusing on appearance when it came to Steve? You shook your head, quickly shrugging it off. Nonsense, you just wanted to be presentable in general. That was all. A relieved sigh left your mouth which coincidentally startled a person who had just wandered into the room. Oops.

You left a little past ten as you waited for someone to replace you since you had only agreed to take over until that time. After handing the guy your mask and long, oversized coat you had been wearing to hide your clothes, you quickly made your exit towards the staff bathrooms to freshen up a little. Wearing a red t-shirt to match the food stall had all been fun until you didn’t spend most of the night there, as well as the red lipstick you had decided to wear. Your light blue washed jeans and black boots finished the look and to your relief you still looked presentable enough after a quick touch up. 

You were only half surprised to just see Steve standing there and you couldn’t blame Robin and Vickie for wanting to get as much time together as they could. Seeing Steve all by himself did make you feel a little guilty though, considering it was already twenty minutes past the agreed time. Once you got closer, you realized he was wearing a paper cone with churros and your heart swelled a little. Vickie had already cleaned up the food stall, so getting them yourself would have been out of the question. He seemed to be lost in thought still when you halted next to him and decided to give him the lightest poke on his bicep.

“Don’t wanna scare you a second time,” you told him softly. Steve turned around, still a little startled, and you watched his face break out in a smile.

“Hey you,” he greeted you.

“Hi,” you quipped with a grin. He gave himself a moment to drink you in before he held out the churros.

“Here, for you. Told Vickie you wanted some.”

“You’re a hero, oh my god, thank you!” you groaned at the sight as you accepted it from his hand, fingers sliding past yours. “You want one too?”

Steve shook his head, his smile soft.

“I’m good, I had some just now. I uh… got you a drink too,” he said as he held it in view. “You wanna go for a walk around?”

You smiled at how considerate he was and nodded with your mouth full of your first churro bite. He took it as a yes and smirked as he nodded over to the right.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

There was a comfortable silence between you while you devoured your churros and gratefully accepted the drink he had gotten you on Vickie’s suggestion. You spotted her and Robin at the balloon popping stand and tugged Steve along by his arm when he wanted to make his way over.

“This is their date, let’s give them some privacy,” you told him softly as Steve willingly let himself be pulled along. As you passed a ring toss booth, your eyes flicked towards a cute plushie. It was a weird, purple little mushroom supposedly standing on a rock. Steve followed your gaze and lowered himself a little to catch the right one into view, his hands resting on his hips.

“Hmm… the dog?” he tried, pointing at an adorable dalmatian dog plushie.

“Nope, the purple mushroom.”

A giggle left his mouth, surprising himself it seemed as he clasped a hand over his mouth and he pulled his hands up defensively as you quirked a brow at him.

“No it’s— adorable! Really. Just didn’t expect it.”

“No? Well lucky me, I love being a little unpredictable.” You shrugged and Steve chuckled, pulling gently on your wrist as you set another step away from the booth.

“Oh you are, believe me,” Steve mumbled with a soft sigh. “Come on, let’s get you your weird little mushroom.”

“You’re gonna win it for me, huh?” you asked, eyeing him provocatively as if you didn’t believe he could.

“No,” he told you, lowering himself to your height. “We are going to win it.”

After a couple tries, you fought a smile at every failed attempt. Not because it was funny to see him fail, but because the soft little grunts he made were simply adorable. He tried not to show it, but he definitely started to get worse the moment he realized it wasn’t as easy as anticipated.

“Now I see why you said we were going to win it,” you teased, a grin almost permanent on your face now.

“Oh, shut up,” he mumbled, nudging you with his elbow. “If you’re so good, show me how it’s done then? Come on.”

“Oh I couldn’t possibly be as good as you. We stand no chance if we waste our tries on little ol’ me.” Acting like a damsel in distress had never been this funny to you. Steve rolled his eyes affectionately and put his hand on the small of your back to move you in front of him.

“Here, hold this. Swing it towards the red ones, they are worth the most.”

“He says as if I haven’t been paying attention,” you remarked dryly. “You didn’t think I was just staring at you, were you?”

“Wouldn’t mind if you were.”

It left his lips so naturally that your grip on the ring faltered for a second. You could feel him smiling. Oh, he was loving this.

“Well, too bad, Steve. I was too focused on watching you try.”

Steve whistled softly and pretended to clasp his heart, though you couldn’t really see it as your back was still facing his front. You definitely didn’t miss the sound of him slapping his own chest, though.

“You try it then,” he challenged.

“Hmm, not gonna show me how it works? That’s surprising.”

“All you have to do is ask.”

A chuckle left your lips. He was getting bolder and you found that you liked it. Kept his distance, yet hovered closely behind you. Gave you lingering looks but didn’t push for anything after them. It was a playful game.

“Oh, no need, I’m good. I just figured since you’re breathing down my neck a little, that you were gonna pull a move or something.”

Games aside though, you slightly cursed yourself at your need to bite back, wondering how long it would take before you crossed a line with him. It wasn’t as if you knew him that well. To your surprise, he laughed.

“I didn’t think you were the type that enjoys cliché moves like that.”

“So what type do you think I am?”

“Someone determined to win her own weird mushroom plushies, probably.”

You laughed at that and finally gave the ring a flick of your wrist, landing around a green stick which was thirty points.

“You make it sound so…” Unsure how to finish the sentence, you simply threw another ring, and another, not bothering to really try. After three more throws you had seventy points in total, which wasn’t a lot.

“You’re not even trying,” he remarked dryly as he nudged your shoulder gently.

“So rude,” you retorted, a playful smile on your lips as you turned around. “I guess you should show me how it’s done then,” you quipped with a shrug of your shoulder. Steve leaned closer, his front and your back nearly squeezing out the warmth that was gathering between you both as he picked up the remaining rings you had. Where you expected him to do the whole touchy feely thing, he did the opposite. Instead, he stood next to you and nudged your hip with his own to make room.

“Alright then,” he smirked and, oh. The bastard had the audacity to wink. Apparently your little back and forth had caused a surge in confidence within him though, because he managed to hit the five remaining rings all in either fifty or forty. With your points counted together you were just a few tens short, but with some convincing words from Steve you got it anyway. The man in the booth handed it to you and you squeezed it with delight before holding it up to Steve, nearly pushing it into his face.

“Look at it! Isn’t it cute?!”

Steve laughed and nodded at you, pushing the plushie down with his hand a bit to meet your eyes. 

“Almost as cute as you are right now.”

Well damn. He did it again. A faint blush tainted your cheeks and you quickly lowered the plushie to hold it against your side. Steve cocked his head, amused at your reaction and tapped the back of your hand with his finger.

“Where to next?”

Since the ring throwing had basically been for you and your plushie, you decided that it was Steve’s time to pick. Without missing a beat he decided on the ferris wheel. Curiosity built up in your belly, wondering whether the ferris wheel held any other implications than admiring the view, which wouldn’t be too impressive at this time of night. The lights were nice, sure, but other than that you couldn’t really see far and wide like you would during the day. Though, that would be less romantic, you supposed. Not that you were hoping for it to be romantic, although…

Your eyes found Steve’s face again, as they had quite a bit tonight. You had promised yourself not to let yourself be tempted by him so easily. But what could you do? He was funny, kind, charming, a flirt in a fun way, handsome as hell and just… really sweet. Making sure you had your churros had been really thoughtful and it was nice how he wanted to win the plushie for you without being all alpha male about it.

“Something on my face?” Steve interrupted your thoughts. You blinked rapidly, turning your head away as you shrugged, trying to remain casual.

“Just your freckles. I don’t know if you ever noticed, but you have quite a few.”

Steve sighed and when he answered that he did in fact know, he actually sounded a bit self conscious, which was the last thing you wanted to achieve with that statement.

“I like them. They’re really pretty,” you stated.

Now it was Steve’s turn to look at you, eyebrows lifted in surprise, as if no one had ever told him how pretty his freckles were. As if. There was no way all those girls looked at that man and didn’t compliment him on it, right? From the looks of it, your words had an effect on him as he positively started blushing a deep crimson and mumbled something incoherently that mostly seemed to resemble ‘thanks’. Damn. Add cute to that list.

“Here we are,” you announced as if the giant ferris wheel in front of you wasn’t enough of a confirmation. “Ready to get high?”

Steve smirked. “Eddie would love that joke.” He frowned to himself, awkwardly gestured towards the sky and sighed. “The uh, high thing. He’s a friend.”

“I remember him,” you told him with a nod. “Wouldn’t have imagined you two together as friends though, somehow.”

“We both happened to hang out with this kid and— I’m making it weirder,” Steve sighed. “Dustin. Henderson? He lives near you.”

“Oh! Yeah I know him. He’s alright. Seems like an old man in a kid’s body sometimes, so I’m not surprised he keeps up with you two.”

“Uh… thanks?” Steve responded unsurely, though he seemed to understand exactly what you meant.

“Did you find it funny though?”

“What?”

“The high joke.”

“Oh! Yeah. I did.”

“Oof… no need to lie, Steve, that hurts…”

“I’m n— Y/N. You're making a fool of me again, huh?”

Just as you wanted to respond, the guy at the ticket booth interrupted you.

“Hey, lovebirds, are you gonna go in or not? We’re about to start the last round.”

“Jeez… already?” you mumbled to yourself. “Yeah, Frank. Two tickets please.”

“Oh just go in already,” Frank grumbled, but answered your smile as you gave him a grateful nod. Steve let you get in first and watched how you clutched the plushie between your thighs.

“Can’t risk losing it,” you explained. Steve nodded in understanding and settled next to you, making the cart wobble a bit as he did so. As soon as the cart started to move to the next spot, you felt how Steve put his arm behind your back, his hand wrapping around a part of the frame.

It was the first time the usual comfortable silence between the two of you actually felt a little awkward, especially when you felt his thigh press against yours. Steve seemed to be focused on the view although you could feel how he was drumming against the frame with his fingers since his arm flexed against your upper back. When you reached the top, Steve finally broke the silence.

“Can you point out where your home is?”

Startled by his sudden question, you looked around for things you recognized and narrowed your eyes.

“Hmm… I’m not good at this. Somewhere in that direction though, you said as you stretched out your arm to point.

“Almost,” Steve mumbled, lifting his own arm to circle his hand around your wrist and adjust it. “Right there.”

You smiled softly and turned your head to respond, but quickly found that his face was so close that it felt safer to just talk towards the darkness of the night.

“You could be pointing at the other side of town and I’d still believe you,” you mumbled. Steve chuckles softly and your current position made it easy to feel the vibration of his laugh, causing your cheeks to heat up again.

“Now that’s a little worrying, trusting me blindly.”

“I trust you won’t take advantage of that. And anyway, it’s not like I won’t know my way back after that.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” The atmosphere finally felt a little relaxed again. Your chest didn’t feel as tight anymore and words came more easily to you. At least until Steve let go of the frame and wrapped it around your shoulder instead.

“You need a ride home?”

“Yeah, that would be lovely, thank you,” you answered without thinking twice about whether you and Vickie would be going home together. All you could think about right now was his hand, that was currently grazing your arm gently with his blunt fingertips, giving the subtlest scratch.

“Okay.”

He felt so close. So goddamn close. You could feel his breath on your neck, the press on your thigh heavier and you closed your eyes for a moment, facing forward still.

“Would be a little cliché if we kissed now, huh?” he murmured softly, daring to use his hand to pull you against him a little.

“So cliché,” you agreed, your brain working hard to grasp at every word to give it some meaning.

“And you don’t like clichés.” It was a statement, not a question.

“No. Doesn’t matter though,” you responded weakly, unable to come up with a better retort.

“Because?”

“Who says I’ll let you kiss me?”

Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot. You were close to psychically groaning when yet again, he managed to surprise you with a soft laugh. How you had managed to not fuck this up yet with your responses was a miracle to you.

“Who says I was gonna make the first move?”

“Too cliché?” you asked.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just nervous. Come on.”

Without you realizing, you had arrived at the bottom again and it was time to get out. He held out his hand to help you out of the wobbly cart and didn’t let go once you were back on the grass, a few feet away from the ferris wheel exit. For a moment, you just stood there and watched as several booths turned off their lights until Steve squeezed your hand gently.

“To the car?” he suggested, his glance at you a slightly nervous one. He had been serious about feeling nervous, then. You nodded and gave him a soft smile and returned a squeeze to his hand. All the way to his car, your hands never let go and you even managed some casual conversation, such as Steve mentioning the pink bear he had spotted with Robin earlier that evening.

“Oh, Vickie would love that,” you said. “I hope they managed to get it.”

“Hope so too,” Steve agreed. “Still happy you went for your weird mushroom?”

“Absolutely. It’s the best combination of weird and cute. Plus, I like purple.”

“That’s good, I’m glad.”

Steve opened the passenger’s side for you first before joining you in the car behind the wheel. He drove off slowly as many people left the fair on foot and didn’t exactly pay attention to whether they were about to be hit by a car or not. You already missed his hand holding yours. Apart from listening to the tape Steve had put on, not much happened during the ride. You talked a bit about other funny encounters in the haunted house and he shook his head, remembering his own fright.

“Can’t believe you jumped in front of me.”

“Can’t believe I actually scared you.”

“That’s what jumpscares are supposed to do, isn’t it? You literally jumped and scared me,” he pointed out. You giggled, again reliving the moment and he groaned.

“You’re enjoying this so much.”

“Come on. It was funny.”

“If you’re evil maybe.”

“I’m evil now?”

“A little.”

“Hm. So what would make me a whole lot evil?”

Steve mulled it over for a moment, stopping the car in front of your home in the meantime. Eventually, he shrugged.

“I don’t know, man. I’ll let you know when you do, how about that?”

You chuckled.

“Alright.”

Glancing at your front porch, you sighed softly. Yet another night had come to its end and this time, you really didn’t feel like leaving the car. Steve leaned forward a little to block your view.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked curiously.

“Time.”

“Time?”

“Yup, time. Goes by too fast,” you sighed and he smiled and nodded to show he agreed with you.

“Sure does.” He rested his head against the headrest sideways so he could look at you, his index finger tapping the back of your hand gently like he had done earlier this evening.

“You looked really pretty tonight. Red suits you well.”

Oh how grateful you were for the dim light surrounding you, because you were definitely, definitely blushing now.

“Oh— thanks.”

A professional at taking in compliments, you were definitely not. Steve smiled and you watched how his eyes lowered to your lips for a moment as he wet his own with his tongue. You swallowed. You felt his hand trail upwards from yours all the way up to your shoulder, only to then cup your cheek gently.

“Would be cliché, huh,” he murmured softly.

“So cliché,” you agreed once more.

A smile crept onto his lips and he leaned back, leaving you a little confused. Yet, you didn’t dare say anything, not even when he drove off again and parked around the corner.

“Better,” he concluded. “Doubt you’ve ever had a guy nearly kiss you only to then drive his car around the corner to actually do it, and even explain the whole ordeal to you,” he added, fighting a grin that broke through regardless. You giggled and shook your head, gently biting down on your bottom lip.

“Never. Now kiss me,” you sighed impatiently, unbuckling your seatbelt as you did. Steve didn’t waste a second to cup your face again and smirked when he felt you undo his seatbelt as well.

“Thought you’d never ask. Or… demand, more like.”

“Steve.”

Another giggle, this time it was him.

“Okay, okay.”

His lips found yours easily, pressing closer the moment the first touch was initiated. Lips parted and tongues slipped past, earning you both a kiss you had longed for longer than either of you was willing to admit. A kiss that just felt right. A kiss where thoughts didn’t matter, overthinking didn’t exist and the feeling only grew stronger as you went on. The soft sounds escaping your lips were reciprocated by some of his as you both worked hard to be as close as possible with the nuisance of being in a car. He hummed pleasantly as your hand tugged gently on his hair as you combed through it, kissing you a bit more demanding. His hand rested on your waist now, thumb stroking your shirt gently wherever it could reach. When you finally parted, your dazed state soon turned into laughter when you realized your lipstick had traveled all across both your faces.

“Red suits you too,” you told him sweetly. Steve smiled and couldn’t resist another peck on your lips, which inadvertently resulted into another make out session. Maybe, just maybe, you liked Steve Harrington quite a bit after all. Lucky for you, he liked you too.

- FIN

Masterlist

[resident-bowie-bitch]

hey followers! just want to put a little disclaimer out there; i am currently in the process of moving all my fics and content over from this account "eddiemunsons-gurl" to my og tumblr account *@resident-gay-bitch* <<<<<<<<

i can't comment or interact with my followers - have mutals - from this page, and it totally sucks ballzzzzz, so i'm gonna switch over. it's gonna take me fucking forever to repost all my old fics and shit, but i'm gonna do it!

so, i'd really appreciate if you go follow *that* account to stay up to date with all my fics and to find all my pre-existing ones, since they will eventually be deleted from this page :)

have a lovely lovely day - and don't be scared to jump in my ask box and say hi!! i'd love some more mutals <3

[queenofthekings]

Rules: No cheating! You’re starring in a movie with the last celebrity you saved in your camera roll. The last song you've listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

Tagged by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

I have a lot of gay thoughts about this rn

[inlovewithadora]

THE BEST STEDDIE FANFICS IVE READ IN Ao3:

Freak trumps King by: apatheticBlues https://archiveofourown.org/works/40093815/chapters/100412094

Not so bad by: outofmygourd https://archiveofourown.org/works/39331002/chapters/98427678

[tink27]

My Personal Steddie fic rec list

I read a lot of steddie fics, and thought someone might gain from me taking note of some of my favorite ones. I won't be including the obvious "Keep it Steady, Eddie" and "Are You Flagging" and such, because we have all read those, but any that aren't on the first page of the Steddie tag on AO3, I might put here.

His Majesty's Jester by GreenQueenofClubs The thing was, these popular types, the Royalty of High School Society? They just wanted to be entertained. They wanted something to break through the dull monotony of life at the top of the food chain, and if nothing happened to catch their interest, they made their own fun. Good thing Eddie was unparalleled at keeping little sheeps entertained. This one features Eddie and "King Steve" during the events of season one. Easy to read and so so fun.

wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital. And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might. This one involves monster!Eddie, and looks at Eddie and Steve being taken by the government after the events of season 4

3. We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by OonionChiver ‘Please?’

Eddie stops him again, this time by holding his face. Steve feels Eddie’s thumb moving over his cheek, he feels the cool metal of his rings. He feels everything except what he needs.

‘I’ve never loved anything the way I love you, Steve Harrington,’ Eddie says, dark brown eyes moving between Steve’s own. ‘This isn’t the moment, sweetheart.’

It’s not a rejection, but it’s not a kiss. Steve quietly cries, insides cut up on the broken shards of his stupid little heart and Eddie holds him, he holds him all night until they fall asleep together.

OonionChiver is an amazing and unique author and I would highly recommend anything they've written (especially their other fic You're Divine ) but We Should Just Kiss is my personal favorite of theirs. Make sure to read the tags beforehand to make sure you're comfortable with all the themes in this one!

4. L is for linoleum (and nothing else) by localman

“You’re going to fucking hate me.”

“I could never-“

“No- see, see you say that, and you think you believe yourself, and hell I almost believe you too, but I know. I know that if I tell you then you’ll fucking turn tail and run, and tell the whole town about what a fucking freak Eddie Munson is, and you’ll be right.”

If, like me, you love trans head cannons I would strongly recommend this fic. It is wonderful and written by a trans author, so accurate representation is always a plus. (also there is a follow-up fic that features non-binary Steve Harrington called lady stardust and it is amazing also, I would also highly recommend it)

5. Skull Rock Era by chattrekisses

Steve Harrington never planned for Eddie Munson.

Steve was supposed to marry his high school sweetheart, have 2.5 children, and take over the family business. He was supposed to live a blissful life on a nondescript cul-de-sac, complete with a white picket fence and a closet full of tasteful polo shirts. He was supposed to make a graceful transition between being the golden boy and being the American Dream.

Mediocrity was what destiny had designed for Steve. Reality had other plans.

(Or, Steve and Eddie, against all odds, fall in love)

This fic is just classic, one of those ones that you read and have zero complaints about at the end. Its just good.

(Hope at least one person finds a new fic bc of this, feel free to add any favorites you have that you dont think are talked about enough)

[doodlemuddle]

Art vs Artist 2022 edition !! 🫶

This year I have drawn a lot and I feel that I have improved! I'm happy about it, also this year I managed to reach a thousand followers and it's something I saw far away, it means a lot to me that you are always so attentive to my art, you are the best :))

Feliz navidad !! <33

[lyricsofgoldendaisy]

Soooooooo- I put together a lil picrew for me and my platonic husband today ✨

Look at us, we’re very iconic 🥰 and now we’re matching PFPs on Instagram, it’s adorable, we’re great

So I thought- why not do the same thing with my amazing tumblr wives? 👀 I did the best I could, I’m sorry if I didn’t do a good job, I tried and I hope y’all like them- I love you guys 😭😘✨ (also I kept the capes on all of them cuz I didn’t wanna change my avatar at all and honestly, the way they match despite being opposite of each other is just- dkfneknfke I love it so much, I couldn’t part with it)

First up is me and Shania! @eddiemunsons-girl

(I ACTUALLY DID RED BEFORE SHE TOLD ME RED WAS HER FAVORITE COLOR SO BOOM, PSYCHIC MOMENT-)

Next up is me and Maya! @myobmaya

(AND I GUESSED MAYA’S FAVORITE COLOR BEING PINK BEFORE SHE TOLD ME SO 2 FOR 2, BABYYYYY)

Then there’s me and Soph! @chaoticmunson

(I’m genuinely just proud of this outfit cuz like- LOOK HOW CUTE???)

And last but absolutely not least is me and Bee! @muns-trosity-main

(Funnily enough, Shania and I both guessed Bee’s favorite colors would be purple and/or yellow, based off of their page- but I did some snooping on her page and found an ask they answered saying her favorite colors were green and pink- and considering I didn’t guess any specific colors for Soph, guessing 2 out of 3 correctly isn’t bad!

Also I know you said dark forest green was your favorite but this was the only green the picrew offered, I did my best😭 same with Shania saying her favorite color was a deep red, I did what I could with the limited resources I HAD- if I ever get to the point of just drawing us together myself, I’ll definitely have the right colors-)

I hope y’all enjoy these picrews, I plan on making more cuz I love making them and it’s fun to try and make them for other people! 🥰

[madaboutmunson]

Me to the St5 writing room:

[hybrididiot]

Eddie Munson x y/n ch.2

This was written quite fast and not really proofread so I hope that it is okay. :-]

Tw: smoking

Word count: 1095

Chapter 2 

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“You know you can get suspended for that, right?” says the voice snidely.  

You nearly have a heart attack by the sudden voice, and you almost drop the cig. You turn to face the speaker who turns out to be a long black-haired guy with dark eyes that almost look like they are fully black without any color in them at all, it is Eddie Munson.  

“Oh my fucking god dude heard of privacy?” you respond with a bit harsher tone than expected. Eddie looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and shock in his expression, as if he hadn’t anticipated that you could actually talk.  

“Well to be fair you are sitting on the bleachers at a HISGSCHOOL football field, how much privacy do you expect to get? And I was just making sure you knew the school policy.” he says in response. There it is again that smug smile on his face as he looks you up and down discreetly.  

“Oh and you have a lot of experience with the school policy I presume?” you imply, and you can’t help yourself but chuckle. You look up at Eddie again, he is hopping from one row to another, and you can tell by the look on his face that the previously apparent tension in the air had been lifted by your slight chuckle. He presumes to look deep in his thoughts and find an answer. “You.... you might not be too far off on that one.” he exclaims with a slight smile. You smile yourself, which is then followed by a small 3-4 second silence. Which is already too long and too awkward. 

“Uhm... I’m y/n...” you begin to introduce yourself, when Eddie interrupts you. “y/n l/n, right? Back row of Mr. Higgins class?” he says swiftly.   You’re left completely flabbergasted. The shock is clearly visible on your face cause Eddie lets out a small chuckle. Your mouth hangs slightly open, you want to say something but can’t manage to let out anything else besides a scratchy “...how?”. Eddie jumps down to the bench you’re sitting on and slowly comes closer to you. “I notice things y/n, I just do” he says softly as he slowly comes closer to you, once he is about a meter away, he jumps off the bench, sits down next you and give you that smug look again. “Soo, can you spare a poor man one cigarette?” he requests and then continues. “Ms. Kelly caught me by the bikes this morning and now I am forced to live in this terrible nicotine free world” he sighs.  

“Uh yeah sure.” you say still a bit disoriented, the cig in your hand has long burnt out. You pick up the pack from your jacket pocket and come to a surprise that there is only one left.  

“Oh well that sucks, I can’t take your last one. I’ll manage to get through the day and not kill anyone somehow, what’s a few dead bodies anyway.” Eddie says with a laugh.   Suddenly you feel this slight guilt take over, that it’s your fault that the pack is basically empty and now you can’t give any to Eddie.  

“Nah man, fuck it just take it” you say and reach out the pack to Eddie. He reaches out and takes the cig out of the pack and looks at you. “Wanna share it?” he suggests.  

“You sure?” you say.   “Yeah, it’s gonna make me feel like less of an asshole.” he shrugs and lights the cigarette. You both just sit there and pass the cigarette back and forth, the slight breeze wrapping you up in the smell of freshly cut grass from the football field and the sun shining slightly through the clouds.  

“So, what are you doing here anyways?” Eddie asks you as he is passing the cig back to you. You’re taken a bit by surprise, you take a deep breath, blow the smoke out and pass it back to Eddie. “I... I didn’t feel like doing school anymore, you know?”   “Yeah, I get it, this hell hole is worse than Mordor itself.” Eddie claimed. There was a moment of silence, he turned to look at you and could see the visible confusion on your face.   “Are you serious!? How can you not know.... whatever.” Eddie says with a laugh and gives you a push on the shoulder. “What about you?” you say.  

“Huh?” Eddie looks at you confused. “Why are YOU here?” you reiterate and look at him with the smoke from the cigarette in between you. “I don’t know, the same as you. Got fucking tired of this place, needed some fresh or maybe not so fresh air” he says and holds up the cig and then passes it to you. It is almost burnt out, so you take one final puff before putting it out on the bench.   “Ooh what you listening to?” he points to your cassette player with an intrigued look.   You pick up the player and examine it for a second before replying “Uhm, Thriller, right now”. 

Eddie gives you a nod of approval before saying “You should come and see our band sometime.” “You play in a band!?” you say surprisingly. “Yeah, I do is that so hard to believe, huh?” he asks, he looks genuinely a bit offended. “You know what, no you’re definitely a band type.” you say with a laugh. “So, what’s it called?” you ask while looking at Eddie who has once again stood up and is walking on the benches. “Corroded Coffin” he says with pride. “We are actually playing by the camp next to the quarry. It’s some shit high school party and parties aren’t really my thing, but a gig is a gig. Beats playing for some drunks at a bar who always look unimpressed.” Eddie explains. “Yeah, that is an upgrade, from a few drunks to a bunch of high school drunks” you say ironically. Eddie gives you a look, he seems both annoyed but also impressed by you.   “But I mean it you should come.” he insists.   “Okay I'll come” you agree.  

Eddie decides to leave, whether he’s going back to school or not you he doesn’t say. You decide that you should also probably head back to school before anyone actually notices that you’re not there. You can’t help yourself but to replay the whole interaction again and again and again in your head. You went from being the invisible one as you are used to being, to hanging out with Eddie “the Freak” Munson.  

[that-one-possiblyhuman]

Steddie!! My friends commissioned this and I have no content so here!! A couple of my plans fell through along with having COVID and Exams! I will be on holiday soon so I’m so sorry for disappearing in advance! #steddie #ST #strangerthings #steveharrington #eddiemunson #vampire #ship #strangerthings4 #gay #upsidedown #3dmodel #hellfire #red #krita #art #sideprofile #mars #throwingatoms #youngartist #fyp #discoverme #commisionsopen #artcommissions #artcommissionsopen #vampireau (at Upside Down) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgHM1rTL_Rh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[harrington-thedad]

I posted 181 times in 2022

That's 177 more posts than 2021!

9 posts created (5%)

172 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gay-gym-rats

@hellfirehaley

@sophiathebanished

@stevesnailbat

@harrington-thedad

I tagged 148 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 82 posts

#strangerthings - 76 posts

#st gifs - 70 posts

#st 4 - 56 posts

#steve harrington - 49 posts

#steveharrington - 47 posts

#stranger things 4 - 44 posts

#sh gifs - 39 posts

#eddie munson - 25 posts

#eddiemunson - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 56 characters

#him and will would’ve had the same duo as stve and dstin

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

thinking about Steve eating Pringles and how Dustin probably brought them like he did in season 1.

6 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#4

i’m not gonna update my tumblr app until they have a new one. 🤠

7 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#3

i wanna go on a date with Frank to the carnival.

9 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#2

you know what i just realized? Eddie learned Master of Puppets within two weeks of the album coming out and he showed it to Dustin. Dustin was probably so amazed at how fast Eddie could know the chords so fast.

“Hey, Dustin,” Eddie would say. “I learned a new song, wanna hear me play it?”

“Yeah, let’s hear it!” Dustin stopping whatever he was doing; probably after Hellfire club.

and boom, Eddie would play the guitar for Dustin and Dustin smiling at how cool Eddie was.

ugh, give me a moment pls. i miss them.

18 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

watching The Hardy Boys bc phew, been putting that off bc other tv shows but after seeing Halloween Ends.. I need more Rohan Campbell in my life.

Just into the first episode and Frank is a baseball player. You know what baseball players have???? A. NICE. JUNK. IN THE. TRUNK (passionate).

30 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

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[eddiemunsonw]

It takes one kiss

CHAPTER 2 - I need it to be you

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

Steddie Fanfic

Summary: Steve hosts a party and ends up suffering through the consequences of humoring Tommy.

OR

Steve Harrington kisses Eddie Munson by accident and that sucked. Right?

CW / Disclaimer: Some mild overlap with S4 scenes (barely) - But (!!) Eddie lives - Mention of F-slur once.

Author’s note: My first Steddie fic! Another first woop. Let's hope you like. It has five parts that I'll be posting both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 2696 / (complete fic) 15381

Eddie’s POV

Months passed after what Eddie now liked to call the “Natural 1 Occurrence”, or NO² for short in his head. Not very catchy, but it made sense to him. The first week after the party had been especially hard at school. The name calling had gotten much, much worse than before. At least until Harrington snapped and told everyone to move the fuck on because he didn’t want to be reminded of that horrible event that he had been forced into. Yeah. That’s how he had turned it around. 

Steve Harrington, the jock, the King, the popular guy, had been too drunk to think and just did what was expected of him and kissed one person after the next, not knowing the last had been Eddie. It was gross and he obviously never would have done it otherwise, and he had lied about the rating but never got to the point of the joke. That was his story. Lo and behold, people seemed to believe him. Popularity did that to you. Eddie did catch some whispers here and there that the guy had been totally into it and that they didn’t believe a word he said, but it fell on deaf ears. The guys didn’t want someone like that amongst them and the girls didn’t want their dreams to be crushed. Oh, the horror of losing their favorite jock to the gays.

To be fair, Eddie really, really wanted to believe Harrington. It would be a lot easier if he could believe that he would rather die than kiss him. However… he had been there. He had felt Harrington kissing him, felt the gasp against his lips and felt the reluctance of pulling back. Sure, maybe it had all been alcohol induced, but still. Thanks to his crush on the guy, he had in fact been paying attention to him. Steve Harrington was a horrible liar. And when he gave Eddie’s kiss a 9.5, he had definitely not been lying.

Which did not help at all for Eddie who was trying to get rid of his delusions that there was something there. There wasn’t. Even if there was, there still wasn’t. Whatever was going on in that beautiful head of his, it wasn’t in Eddie’s favor. Even if that kiss had been the best kiss Harrington had ever experienced, it wouldn’t matter. People like him wouldn’t own up to their sexuality until they were unhappily married with four kids and several acts of infidelity later. It was fruitless. 

Eddie knew not to engage with Harrington or anyone from his circle for that matter and was actually relieved when he finally became more invisible again. There were a few people who still seized every opportunity to call him names, but it beat the time when it had been half the school. He was surprised he hadn’t received another beating. All in all, it had been super draining to deal with negativity every day while there was already so much of it swarming around in his own mind. As tough as his shell was, he was glad it seemed to be over for the most part.

Summer break had offered a much needed, temporary escape from it all. Unfortunately school knocked on his door again and he had to drag himself back to that hellhole. He wasn’t supposed to be there, not really. Failing English just did that to you. He was convinced that Mrs. O’Donnell had something against him and whether that had to do with the fact that she had caught him doodling during her classes, he didn’t know. He had been pretty harmless otherwise, apart from the one time he had glued her favorite pencil to her desk. But, no one knew that had been him. He doubted the jocks would have laughed about it, had they known it was his doing. Mrs. O’Donnell wasn’t the only one with a personal agenda against him. Principal Higgins severely disliked him as well, which is why they really should have given him a passing grade to get rid of him. Of course, they hadn’t. Why not torture him with another year of being surrounded by the people that hated his goddamn guts, right? That’ll show him.

Eddie had managed to survive about half of the first semester when Callum had finally wrapped up his D&D campaign at the Hellfire Club. It had been the plan to end it before summer, but he had miscalculated the time that was needed for their final quest, endboss and everything. Now that it was finally done, it was time for Eddie to host his first campaign. He had been working on it all summer (and even before that) and he was excited yet nervous to start.

While it was a big change from being a player to being a DM, he liked it a lot. His first session went surprisingly well and the practice that he had done with some generic dialogue for a few NPCs had definitely paid off. Even Callum was positively impressed (although he admitted it with some reluctance) and he was definitely someone that was hard to please. Eddie knew the rules of the game in and out by now, but he had still spent extra time to make sure he wouldn’t cause any major fuckups. The rest of the party was excited to go on the new adventure and Eddie could not wait until next Friday to continue.

At the end of their session, once everyone had gone, Eddie lingered behind to make some notes for next week and checked everything that he had written down during the session. He was busy scribbling away with his Walkman on when suddenly the fluorescent lighting from the hallway came into view. He looked up at the silhouette partially blocking it, but couldn’t make out who it was. Probably a janitor about to get up in his business because he wanted to lock the school, Eddie thought.

“Who’s there? I can’t really see you,” Eddie told the stranger as he squinted at the dark blob in the distance. The figure cleared their throat and dread immediately filled his chest. He wasn’t proud of it, but he’d recognize Harrington’s “throat clearing” everywhere. Now that they shared several classes together, he had become hyper aware of everything the guy did. Embarrassing, but true nonetheless.

“Uh, Steve. Harrington,” he heard the guy say awkwardly as he approached with caution. The door loudly fell shut behind him, revealing Harrington in the dim lighting of the room as he slightly jumped, startled by the sound.

“And what brings ‘King Steve’, to the drama room?” Eddie drawled lazily, eyes lifting up to meet Harrington’s as he peered at him curiously yet cautiously. Harrington ran a hand through his hair, making the front of his hair stick up from all the product that was in there. He still looked stupidly gorgeous. Eddie tilted his head and watched how he pocketed his hands, his thumbs fiddling the loops at the front of his jeans as he bit his lip. Harrington was nervous. It would have been endearing if the guy didn’t hate Eddie’s guts. When Harrington struggled to speak, Eddie decided to do it for him.

“Listen, Harrington. I have avoided you like the plague for obvious reasons, so I would really like to know why you’re breathing down my generous, but still very personal bubble right now.”

“I need you to kiss me again.”

Eddie blinked a few times, registering what had just come out of the other boy’s mouth as he felt his own lips part. Say what now?

“Excuse me?”

“I need— I need you to kiss me again. Please.” 

Eddie looked at Harrington as if he had spontaneously grown a second, or even third head. Where the hell did Harrington gather the courage to actually say shit like that out loud? He’d heard rumors that he was hung, but surely he needed an extra carrier for his balls only if he ran this sentence around in his mind and then still decided to go through with it.

“Absolutely not. What kind of sick joke is this?”

Harrington shook his head. Desperately, almost. His hands were shaking.

“It’s not. Not a joke. I just— I need to know.”

“Know what, exactly?”

“It really doesn’t concern you, man. Please, just once.” Harrington’s voice echoed in the room as Eddie took his time taking in what he said. It vaguely occurred to him that he was actually begging. Eddie wondered if he could possibly get him on his knees and have him repeat it, but realized there were a lot of reasons why even thinking of that was a bad idea.

“That’s really fucking rich of you, Harrington. Get lost already. Whatever you’re dealing with, I’m sure you can figure it out without my assistance. Lots of lost boys ‘round.”

An exasperated sigh left Harrington's mouth and Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him. He better not try to be annoyed with him, because he did not have the patience for that.

“No, you don’t understand— I need it to be you.”

“Ah,” Eddie said with a smirk. “Trying to figure out if I made you gay? You’re gonna what, try to see if you can reverse it by kissing me again somehow? Rest assured Harrington, being gay is not contagious. It’s all you.” There was no need to take it that far, but after enduring all the harassment while Harrington got to prance around the school like nothing had happened had apparently annoyed him more than he thought it did.

“I’m not gay,” Harrington protested and Eddie noticed there was no longer any venom behind it. Not like before. He watched him curiously as his face scrunched up and he ran a hand through his hair yet again. It should have made him look ridiculous, except it didn’t.

“Okay, well. Whatever you are or aren’t, it’s none of my business, so don’t try to make it my business. Or should I remind you that you told me, the freak, to “just stay the fuck away from you”? Surely you haven’t forgotten about that, have you? ‘Cause I sure as hell haven’t.”

Eddie watched him, arms crossed in front of his chest, one sole resting on the edge of the table. Watched as he inhaled shakily, his hands moving at his sides aimlessly as he tried to work out how to respond. Eddie almost pitied him. Almost.

Steve’s POV

Steve felt like he was about to vomit. For weeks he had prepared to talk to Munson about it. To gather the courage to grovel at his feet, basically. After treating him so horribly both at the party and afterwards he didn’t think the odds were in his favor but he had to try.

As soon as summer break had started, he slowly felt better about the whole ordeal. It was easier to forget about it when you weren’t constantly faced with the sole cause of your stress every morning at the lockers. Why the hell did Munson have to have a locker so close to his anyway? So yeah, summer was great. So great in fact, that he grew confident that whatever lingering thoughts he had had about the kiss in general and… Munson, meant nothing. It was the alcohol, and the fact that he thought that he had been a girl. It made total sense. Tommy had finally stopped pestering him about it too after shoving him against the lockers in the locker room after practice one time. Dickhead.

All of that bliss of being over it got immediately destroyed however when Munson entered his class on the first Wednesday of the year. Walked in there like he owned the place, or something. Barely spared anyone a glance before he sat down diagonally from him at a window seat. Steve had caught a whiff of a mix of cigarettes and cologne as he passed and it had kept him busy all through first period. That, and the way Eddie was scribbling away in some notebook that had nothing to do with class. And when the bell rang he was so quick to get up that Steve only had about three seconds to look at his ass before he disappeared.

Those three seconds weren’t the problem. It was the fact that he had purposefully lowered his eyes from the bouncing hair on his back all the way down to his ass. 

Maybe he could have played it off if such glances only happened once, but no. He had also watched him from the bench during P.E., as he had to sit out due to a sprained ankle. Munson, who was known to never show up at anything called exercise, was suddenly running over the field during a game of dodgeball and was actually fairly decent at it. Hit Jason Carver square in the face. Steve hadn’t even noticed. His eyes had been glued to Munson’s victorious expression and the way he clenched his fist at his side.

Then there was the cafeteria. Their tables were far enough apart to not have to listen to him or be distracted by him in any way. And yet, as if the rest of the world went on pause, his ears always picked up Eddie’s laughter. And his laughter reminded him of Eddie’s lips. And his lips reminded him of their kiss. That, and the way Eddie had glanced down to his lips that one time. An action that sent a spark straight to his groin and still sent a spark straight to his groin whenever he thought about it as he jerked off. Which he really did not try to do. Somehow, some way, Eddie just popped up in his brain. At random. All the time.

And that was another thing that bothered him. Munson became Eddie in his brain. Not always, sometimes his brain cut him some slack, but more often than not his first name was prompted instead of his last.

Steve’s grades had not been doing great so far and he blamed Munson for all of it. All of this nonsense had to stop. He wasn’t gay. He liked girls. It was clear as day. He wouldn’t have done the things he had done with girls if he didn’t like them. Besides, he never had had any thoughts about other guys like this. Sure, he thought some guys dressed nice or looked handsome or whatever, but every guy could probably tell when another guy was handsome. They just didn’t dare to say it out loud in fear of being labeled incorrectly. Like him.

Right now, in front of Munson, Steve felt like his world was crumbling. The ground was slipping out from under him and it was stupid, right? To be so upset over something like this while he had the literal knowledge of another dimension in the back of his mind. Things like this should feel trivial after something like that, but they weren’t. It would be nice if he could talk about this stuff with someone without being judged, but he had no idea who to turn to. Not his friends, not his ex and certainly not any of those kids. So who else was there? He didn’t exactly have any parental figures in his life that were around.

He felt those big, brown eyes staring up at him, waiting for an answer. Of course he hadn’t forgotten how he had acted towards him. When everyone had started ganging up on him he had hated it. It was shitty behavior. He believed that their kiss had started out as more of an accident now and that they were both just drunk and too slow to react, or something. But of course it was too late to say that now. The damage was already done. As for his request, it was obvious that it wasn’t going to happen. He had to find another way.

“No,” he eventually said quietly. “I haven’t.” He heaved a sigh, breath still shaky before he added: “I’m sorry.” Steve left the drama room without another word.