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The fun part is when you have a sissy bitvh in slutty gurls clothes all dolled up.. and itâs beginning to think youâre gonna have soft vanilla but then you tie it up, in that moment you can feel that slvt getting hot with both fear and pleasure, it is anxious but excited,itâs used to be a man, but now itâs a broken wh@reâŚa weak pathetic tool for pleasure.. it knows itâs place and knows struggling is useless, it would be humiliated, spat on and peed on, teased in it little clitty cage..
A weak fvcktoy for any alpha cock or woman to destroy and make a cumdumpâŚ
Getting forced to take huge c@cks everyday and forced to live on cum.. that is the way to turn a fake man into a real bitvh
If you got hot reading this then youâre a pathetic little WH@RE⌠and I know it⌠you canât run away from it no matter much you try.. submit!!!!
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This clitty cage fits so perfectly đđŚâŚ
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You know you want to be a naughty sissy whore and suck mommy's cock of for gurl cum...Rebl@g if you want mommy's gurl cum
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Faggot, craving extreme humiliation. It will fulfill all your commands via snapchat
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ms romanov2012 Iâm sorry I abandoned you and never saw your movie and that they made you blonde. I still think you deserved the trapezii of a gymnast
#marbles#âwhos she withâ steve. âwhys steve got sketchboobsâ bc the two natasha options are fag hag or butch steve.#and I intend to draw both#this is between me and my teen self who shipped romanogers stay out of it!!!#my art#wip#THEY SHOULDVE LET YOU FUCK MARIA HILL TOO IM SORRY NATASHA
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based on this post about Steve's internalized bi-phobia:
Steve has known for years.
And how could he not when Tommy's freckles come back tenfold each spring like a flower peaking it's head through the last layer of snow? Or when Matthew Carver's hair have a reddish brown tone that turns blond after they spent the last days before summer break practising outside and remind Steve of liquid gold? Or when he watches Star Wars and Harrison Ford, rugged and witty, comes into view and twists his stomach in knots? How could he not know?!
Steve knows he finds guys as attractive as girls, known for many, many years. But.
But he can't. Not when Tommy sneers at that boy in their literature class who likes flamboyant clothes and wants to be an actor on Broadway. Not when the people they meet in Indi who are like Robin and Eddie 'fully queer' and talk about people like Steve as if they're traitors and scams. Not when he reads the newspaper and is assaulted by Reagan and his folk preaching about the 'fag pandemic' or how his father nods in approval and mutters 'another sinner gone for good' when the news play on TV and they occasionally mention the crisis that kills people like Robin and Eddie and him.
Like him....
It doesn't matter how much he loves sleeping with his nose pressed against Eddie's collarbone or that he thinks he'd like to kiss Eddie and hold his hands and wake up beside him until they're old and wrinkly and complain about bad knees.
He is, but he cannot be a queer, half a fairy '50% like me, 50% like Eddie' as Robin jokes.
He will not be a bisexual, he can keep it inside, keep it hidden, buried deep inside him no matter how much it pains him. He can be the straight friend who goes to pride and bakes rainbow cakes and marries a woman even though his heart screams in an ear ringing cacophony, 'Eddie, Eddie Eddie Eddie!'
This is how his 20s go: loud and hurting and yearning and hiding and more noticeably being disgusted and ashamed of himself for simply being able to love men the way he can love women.
He's 29 when his wife, Becky, leaves him. It's not just Eddie and this shameful secret that weights heavy on their relationship, but the scars and all the other secrets he is unable to explain to her that drive Becky finally away - back to Boston. She leaves him alone in that tiny house they bought three years ago with their Saint Bernard puppy they lovingly named Bernadette.
He's 30 when he goes to a coffee meeting of the bisexual group meeting in Chicago, nearly turning the car multiple times, hands and knees sweaty with fear that they won't want him there. They do want him there, welcome him with open arms, and talk about things Steve knows all too well: 'When I fell in love with the first girl, I ran. I like men just fine, so I hid my crush. It's just easier, when your parents hate gays, when the world is shaming our community, when we're dying.' He finds a second home there, and learns - learns about queerness and bisexuality, about trans and gender non conforming people and physical attraction versus emotional attraction. He learns about his past and present and about his future, about their history and where they want to go, how they want to mold their world to fit people like them into it without the pain and the hiding.
Steve is 33 when he finally comes out to everyone dear to him. To the kids who aren't kids anymore and to Joyce and Hopper, and then his parents. this does not go well, but Steve doesn't want, doesn't need their validation anymore. He has his family, his friends, his support system who love him not regardless of his sexuality but because of it, love him because it's part of him. He comes out to Becky, too and that goes much better. they want to be friends, in the future. She's also met Gary who works the the NY Times and wants her to follow him into the big city. So Steve is looking forward how that goes, their tentative friendship.
He is 34 when Eddie comes back from his latest world tour and wants to take a break to rekindle with his uncle, to write new songs, to take a breather. It's only natural that Eddie moves into Steve's guest room and takes over his space on the couch where he cuddles Bernadette while Steve is in the kitchen and makes them grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner.
Its even more natural when their feet meet while watching a movie and they lean into each other in the kitchen, dawn barely there, while they wait for the coffee maker to finish.
Steve's 35 when Eddie finally kisses him and he kisses back. No hurt, no shame, no guilt gnawing on him, Steve finally allows himself to be with the person he truly wants - regardless of their gender.
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Right in your face!! ..sissy bitvh⌠awwn.. youâre growing hard in your cageđđđđ⌠too bad..
The only thing your useless clityy can do is leak and twitch..might as well finger yourselvesâŚi could use your mouth though and if i am feeling generous, i might permit you to beg to let me use your boicunt đ
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secret admirer part ten
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When he opens his locker on Monday morning, two notes are lying there amongst Eddieâs things.Â
One in the usual scrawl heâs grown fond of and one not.Â
Eddie i really like your smile, even when youâre being a little shit how was your weekend? anything fun? i missed you at the party i donât think you showed but i was really fucked up so who knows thatâs ok though, i didnât really wanna be there either -H
Eddie canât help but smile. The second note, on the other hand, makes him snort. Itâs the shit he usually got in his locker before H.Â
Freak yada yada yada fag yada yada going to hell blah blah blah blah.
God. Very original. He throws that one in the trash and tucks Hâs away with the others.Â
He still canât quite picture Tommy Hagan saying the things from the notes, but he guesses that was sort of the whole point.Â
Still, heâs having trouble combining the two people in his mind.Â
He doesnât know which is the true Tommy, but, honestly, Eddie wants no part in finding out. He doesnât wanna know if Tommy actually likes him. Just the thought makes him shiver in disgust. The boy isnât all that bad looking. The freckles are kind of cute. But, man, heâs so annoying.Â
Eddie doesnât wanna know if the notes were a prank the entire time, either. For all he knows, Tommy probably got a good laugh when Eddie showed up last week actually wearing the ring.
Eddie doesnât know what heâs gonna do.
Well, thatâs a lie. Heâs taking the damn ring off, thatâs for sure.Â
He doesnât have the heart to throw it away, though, so he just puts it with the bundle of notes for now.Â
At lunch, Tommy is facing away from him, but he canât help but stare as he tries to mesh the man heâs looking at now with the one who wrote him such sweet messages.Â
Eddie knows that the next time he sees Tommy calling someone names or just being an asshole in general heâs gonna have to hold himself back. If he were a worse person, heâd confront him about it. Alas, heâs not.Â
His gaze wanders to Tommyâs right where Carol Perkins sits. Thatâs the other thing; Tommy has a girlfriend.Â
Eddie doesnât even wanna attempt to untangle that mess. He shakes his head and moves onto another person in Tommyâs orbit.Â
Steve Harrington. The King. The Hair.Â
God, Eddie kinda wishes it were him instead. Heâs never been that much of an asshole, honestly. He was even pretty great about the whole birthday fee thing which was refreshing after arguing with people for a whole week beforehand - including Tommy.Â
Eddie shares art class with Steve. Carol, too. Neither of them seem that bad. He just doesnât understand why theyâre friends with Tommy.Â
Then again, thereâs not much he understands these days.
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A gay bar is the last place Steve ever thought he'd be, yet here he sits.
He keeps looking over to Robin- not too much, just enough to keep an eye on her. Make sure she's still having fun. Although, he's sure he doesn't need to be worrying.
The girl who'd caught Robins eye is small, feminine. She looks like a sweetheart and she keeps getting Robin flustered. They're cute together, clearly into eachother, and Steve couldn't be happier.
Even sat alone, feeling completely out of place and a little uncomfortable, seeing Robin able to flirt with someone so openly is⌠he just feels relieved.
He should have thought to bring her here sooner.
"Hey there." The man smiles when Steve flinches. It's a soft smile, kind. "You wanna dance?"
"Oh, uh, I don't- I mean, uh-"
"Woah, don't panic. It's just a dance, right? You look uncomfortable is all and seeing you sat alone with your big fucking puppy dog eyes is just sad." He gently nudges Steves chin up when he tries to look down, feeling awkward. His finger lingers a little, brushing along his jaw. "You don't wanna have a fun night out? I won't be offended if you say no."
And, ok, Steve's a little tipsy. He's sure he'd never agree if he were sober- it wouldn't have felt fair. The guy is clearly attracted to him, not even trying to hide the way he's eyeing him.
But Steve's buzz is more annoying than pleasant and dancing does sound fun. So he agrees, accepts the hand offered and lets the guy pull him into the crowd.
The guy keeps his distance. Anytime the crowd jolts Steve toward him, he steps back the same amount, keeping a solid foot between them. But he's grinning, yelling jokes over the music, unabashedly dancing like an idiot.
It's great, it's fun. Steve can't stop grinning, stomach starting to ache with how much he's been laughing.
Eventually, a slower song comes on, stronger sexual undertones. The guy (Eddie, he'd leant in to tell Steve when asked, explaining that he knew Steve because they used to be in the same year as in Hawkins) shrugs, pulling an exaggerated face that screams 'what-can-you-do'. He's turning away.
But Steve grabs his wrist, Eddie looking back with raised eyebrows.
"This alright then, pretty boy?" He asks after stepping in close. His hands rest low on his hips.
Steve nods, flushing. He automatically puts his hands on his shoulders, letting Eddie lead him through a weirdly intimate sort of slow dance. And Steve is suprised to find himself⌠into it? He's not sure.
He feels less tipsy, so he can't blame the easy blushes or the way his stomach flips on the alcohol. There's no excuse for how he's started looking at Eddie either, paying a little too much attention to the way he moves, how his hands feel when they slowly start to wonder.
He gently brushes Eddies hair out the way without thinking, tucking it behind his ear so he can see the tattoo on his neck. Eddie tilts his head slightly, baring his neck a little more. When he glances up, Eddie is watching him, curiously.
"Hate to sound pressumptious," he drawls, taking a small step forward so their chests are pressed together, "but it feels like you're making moves on me, big boy."
"What if I am? What happens then?"
"Maybe I'd ask if you're sober enough to drive or if we need to call a cab." He leans back a little when Steve moves to kiss him. He hums, smirking. "Or maybe I'd ask for your number. I'm a classy lady, Harrington; what if I don't put out on the first date?"
"I've never said no to a challange."
Eddie barks out a laugh, loud enough to startle some of the people swaying beside them. "As if."
"What? You're like... pretty."
"Pretty," he repeats, rolling his eyes. "People know I'm a fag, Steve. Even being seen with me like we're 'just friends' would fucking ruin you."
"Your point?"
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wanna put money on that?"
Eddie eyes him for a second, his derision melting into curiosity. "You want to make a bet on whether you'll date me or not?"
"Why not? One of us wins money in a bet, we both score a date, and-"
"I thought you were straight."
"Yeah, me too. But I don't think straight guys think about you like I am, right now."
Eddie steps back, considering. It's a long, tense, moment before he finally sticks his hand out. Steve quickly shakes his hand, grinning.
"You've got yourself a deal."
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aware of his bisexuality steve (steddie, buckingham)
âIs that a hickey?â Comes out of Steveâs mouth without permission. But there it is, bright purple and red against the slope of her neck. Sheâs been walking kind of funny this morning, too. Heâd assumed her period came early, but⌠âRob, did youââ
Eddie fumbles the coffee mug he was pulling down. Chrissy freezes, face turning white with fear. Robin whips around, face bright red, and slaps a hand over her neck.Â
âBathroom!â She yelps. âBathroom now!â
âWait,â Eddie says, setting the mug down with trembling hands. âIt was me. Sorry, man.â
Steve stares at him, unimpressed. Why the fuck would he lie aboutâ
He looks at Chrissy again, who takes a nervous step back, and it clicks.Â
âRight,â he says, nodding quickly. âYou. You gave Robin a hickey. Had totally awesome sex that she didnât even tell me about.â He directs that last bit at Robin pointedly. He told her almost immediately when he lost his guy-ginity. Traitor. âYep. Sure. Got it.â
Eddie blinks, confused. Robin buries her face in her hands.Â
âOh my god, calm down,â she groans. âThatâs not going to work. Steveâs cool.â
âCool?â Chrissy asks, still looking ready to bolt.Â
âSuper cool,â he assures her. âThe coolest. So incredibly cool, even if my best friend didnât even tell me when she lost her virginity.â
âSteve!â
âSorry, sorry,â he says. âBut I am going to need details, Buckley. We can go over what worked, and what needs more oomph.â
âOh my god, can we talk about this anywhere else,â Robin groans, at the same time Eddie asks, âWhat, so you can get off on it later?â
âWhat,â Steve says.Â
âYou think two girls are hot, is that it?â Heâs got a sneer on his face now, but Steveâs more observant than Dustin gives him credit for. Even if he wasnât, itâd be hard to miss how hard his hands are shaking, the nervous tilt to his mouth.Â
âEw.â Steveâs face screws up. âDude, no. Itâs Robin.â
âHey, fuck you,â Robin breaks in, from where sheâs started comforting Chrissy. âYou thought I was hot for at least a summer.â
His mouth drops open in betrayal. âWe agreed to never talk about that again!â
âCanât help being sexy,â she coons. Chrissy giggles wetly. âYou wanna get married, Harrington? Have my babies? Stay home and raise six little nuggets while I bring home the bread?â
âI hate you,â he informs her. âHate you so much. Weâll have a nice, heterosexual wedding and share a sad, heterosexual kiss, and youâll carry me over the threshold of our nice, heterosexual house, and weâll have boring, heterosexual sex that gives us nice, heterosexual babies, because we are so heterosexual and happy in our suburburban house in our nice little heterosexual town.â
Heâs honestly kind of proud of himself for saying heterosexual so many times. Usually he fumbles words with that many syllables, especially after that many times in a row.Â
Chrissy is outright laughing, now, endearing little snorts making their way between giggles. Eddie is looking between them like theyâre a puzzle he canât piece together. Robin grins.
âIâll cuck you with the secretary.â
âNot if I cuck you first. Youâll be away all day in that office of yours, and I need someone big and strong to carry all the new furniture I ordered.â
âI knew it! I knew Timmy wasnât mine!â
âOh, but I couldnât help myself,â he swoons. âMark was just so sweet, with his bulging biceps and hand flexes, all hot and sweaty from helping poor little me while you were away! You know Iâm weak to curly hair and brown eyes, Rob, howâs a man supposed to resist?â
âFag,â she says, not without affection.Â
âDyke,â he shoots back.Â
âCocksucker.â
âCarpetââ
âOkay,â Eddie breaks in, clapping his hands. He and Robin both startle, and so does Chrissy from where sheâs been watching them like a particularly interesting tennis match. âWhat the fuck is going on?â
âRobin lost her virginity and didnât even tell me,â Steve says immediately, like heâs tattling to the principal.Â
âSteve doesnât seem to understand the concept of waiting,â Robin retorts.Â
âI told you when I had gay sex,â he whines, and Eddie chokes. âI hate you. See if I ever give you tips again.â
âOh, is that what you meant?â Chrissy asks. âPlease donât stop. They were good tips.â
Robin flushes all the way down to her toes.Â
âYou like boys?â Eddie wheezes.Â
âOh,â Steve blinks. âYeah? I thought you knew.â
âYou thought Iâhow would I know?â
The fuck is that supposed to mean? Steveâs been flirting with him for months!
âRobin always says we can sense each other! You sensed her.â
âYou told him?â Eddieâs mouth drops open, and Robin looks sheepish.
âShe didnât have to,â Steve snarks. âYouâre flagging in Hawkins, man. Was I supposed to miss it?â
âYou know what flagging is?â
âAgain, in case you missed it, I fuck men.â
âFuck,â Eddie mutters. âFuck! Christ, I canât believe this. Youâre, like, the epitome of heterosexual. I spent half of high school having to hear about how much pussy you were getting. Why are you not straight?â
âWow, Eddie,â he deadpans. âAre you saying just because I like men and woman, Iâm not queer enough? Thatâs kind of homophobic of you, man.â
âYeah, Eddie, wow,â Robin says. âI thought you were better than this.âÂ
âFuck off,â Eddie says. âI feel like I need to lie down. My entire worldview just shattered.â
âI have a couch?â Chrissy offers shyly. âOr a bedroom, if you need a minute away.â Fuck, Steve kind of adores her. Especially since sheâs apparently vicious n bed, if the five other hickies he counts just from Robin bending down a little to whisper in her ear are any indication. Good for her. Â
âDonât worry, Eddie,â Robin says, with a glint in her eye that means heâs either going to love or hate what comes next. âIf it helps, Steveâs never fucked a man in his life.â
Eddieâs brow furrows, looking between the two of them. âSoâŚyouâre just making fun of me?â
He looks a little angry now, and Steve canât make heads or tails of this conversation because, âWhat the hell, Rob, yes I haveââ
âOh, so suddenly youâre the one doing the fucking?â
âStop making fun of me for taking it!â
Eddie lets out an honest to god moan that he immediately slaps his hand over his mouth to cover up. âRight,â he says fervently. âOkay. I need to lie down, like, for real.âÂ
They watch him stride down the hall, so fast heâs almost running, and slam the door closed behind him.
âI could totally top,â he mutters to Robin as something that sounds vaguely like muffled screaming echoes down the hall. âI top girls all the time. Itâs not my fault prostates are a gift from God.â
âUh, you top because all the girls you fuck are from small town Indiana. If one of them brought out the strap youâd drop to your knees so fastââ
âThatâsâI like topping!â
âYour favorite position is cowgirl. Forgive me if I donât believe you.â
âI will show Chrissy your baby pictures,â he hisses. Robin makes a face at him. Chrissy nods excitedly from where sheâs still tucked under Robinâs arm.Â
âOh whatâs that?â Robin practically shouts. âYou like being pressed against walls and ravished? You want someone to tie you up and have their filthy way with you? Is that what you said, Steve?â
Another noise from the bedroom. He narrows his eyes at her. âWhat are you doing?â
âHelping,â she says sweetly. âYouâre both hopeless.â
âI told you heâs shy!â
âEddie?â Chrissy asks. âShy?â
âYeah, okay, I was confused too, but I figured it was the romance! He told me he hasnât actually been in a relationship before, I assumed he was nervous to take that step.â
âYeah, but dingus,â Robin says sweetly. âYouâre missing a puzzle piece here. He thought you were straight. He thought he was flirting with his straight best friend he didnât have a chance in hell with, and then he finds out that said best friend likes taking it up the ass and men with brown eyes.â
âOh,â Steve says, realization dawning. âOh, fuck. What if he doesnât like me like that?â
Robin smacks the back of his head. âWhy are you stupid?â
âI donât think you have to worry about that,â Chrissy says. âLike, really donât have to worry about that.â
âIâm not coming over tonight,â Robin says. âIâm gonna stay with Chrissy again. ErâŚif thatâs okay?â
âThat sounds amazing.â Chrissy beams, and Robin turns red again.
âYeah, Iâm going to stay with Chrissy again tonight. You are going to invite Eddie to stay the night when he gets done with his little crisis, and then weâre getting lunch at the diner tomorrow and you can tell me about it before our shift.â
âRight,â Steve says. âRight, I can do this. Iâve invited guys over before, how hard can it be? Itâs just Eddie. But that was hotel rooms, not my house and my bedroom with my shitty wallpaper. And itâs Eddie. Fuck, what if Iâm shit at it? Robin, what if Iâm actually bad at sex and everyone whoâs ever said I was good was lying because they didnât want to hurt my feelings? Oh my god, Iâm totally bad at sex.â
âWoah, dingus, slow down. I think we took the mind meld too far, youâre turning into me.â
âIf it helps, I donât think youâre bad at sex,â Chrissy says. Steve and Robin look at her, and she flushes. âBecause of the tips! Not becauseâIâve never slept with you, but some of my friends did, and I got three orgasms out of last night, soâŚâ
âOh thank God,â he breathes. âI was worried for a minute.â Then he raises an eyebrow at Robin, and holds out his hand for a high five. She slaps it, begrudgingly proud of herself, and then takes the hand to pull him into a headlock thatâs honestly more of a hug than anything.Â
âYouâre fine,â she whispers in his ear. âYouâre great at sex, as you keep telling me. Whatâs more, youâre funny, charming, handsome, brave, caringââ
âAww, Robin, are you getting sappy on me?â
âPlus Eddie literally moaned in front of you when he found out you bottomed. I really donât think thereâs a way to fuck that up.â
Steve grins. âHe did do that. Iâm going to make so much fun of him later.â
âSo,â Eddie says with a smirk, âmen with brown eyes?â
âHey man, donât look at me. Blame Jonathan.â
Now Eddie looks stunned, mouth dropping open. âByers?â He says, sounding betrayed. âYou have a crush on Byers of all people?â
Steve feels offended on Jonathanâs behalf. âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Jonathanâs a good guy!â
âI guess.â
âWhat do you mean you guess? Heâs sweet, passionate, good with kids, nice eyes. Can pack a punch. I mean, whatâs not to like?â
âUh, didnât he steal your girlfriend?â
He waves that off. âThat was, like, years ago, man. Weâre cool now.â
âRight, okay,â Eddie mutters. âWell have fun with Byers, I guess.â
It clicks. âOh,â he says. âOooh. Youâre jealous.â
Eddie splutters. âJealous? Iâm notâI donâtâyouâre jealous!â
âOh, am I?â
âYes,â Eddie says resolutely, not looking at him.Â
âRight,â Steve agrees. âWell, if I am jealous, maybe I should know that I got over Jonathan years ago, and have since moved on to brighter, hopefully more attainable pastures than my exâs ex.â
âOh yeah? Like what?â
âA different man with brown eyes?â He suggests. âWho is also good with kids, and passionate, andâŚâ he trails off, suddenly realizing all those times Robin made fun of him might not be based on nothing. âOh my god, I have a type. Shit, I have to tell Robin she was right.â
âI figured that was a common occurrence.â
âShut up. Where was I going with this? I had a point.â
âYou were telling me how awesome I am?â
âOh, suddenly itâs you weâre talking about?â
âI mean,â suddenly Eddie looks shy, and Steve canât help but think even with the change in context he might have been right when he told Robin Eddie was nervous about being in a real, romantic relationship, âisnât it?â
He feels himself smile, slow and wide and probably more revealing than he means it to be. âYeah,â he says, in a tone he knows Robin would call soppy, âit is.â
#technically all my bi steve fics have him aware he'd bi but for the purpose of naming we'll call it that#aware of his bisexuality steve au#i am ALWAYS jonathan was steve's awakening truthing#steddie#buckingham#i think that's their ship name?#eddie munson#steve harrington#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#accidental outing#i'm not really a bottom steve truther but i thought it would be funny for this#stranger things fanfic
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totally didnât expect the other part to do well at all but đł apparently i donât know steddie fans. as such, have a part two <3 part one is here again, look out for the borrowed hunger games lines
âYouâve ruined your life, you know that, right?â
The kitchen had been basking in the lull of the quiet morning before Eddie had spoken up, breaking the silence. Steve blinks, realising heâs been zoned out staring at the swirling bubbles atop his mug of coffee and look up at Eddie across the table.
âDoing what you did.â Eddie continues. Thereâs this slight in his voice. Steve figures itâs not really aimed at him.
Chief Powell had agreed to not release the details of the case to the public for obvious reason. However, it went without saying that of the cops working the case, not all would be so free-thinking. There were plenty who deemed leaking the alibi and letting the town devour Steveâs reputation a more than fair consequence.
And, well, Eddie didnât have any reputation left to tarnish or save.
Steve takes a sip of his coffee and lets the warm flavour coat his tastebuds as he tries to puts his thoughts in the right order.
He knows how Eddie sees thisâ sees it as this burden that heâs imposed on Steveâs life. That he had been able to accept it at first, the whispers of freedom tempting enough that he could be selfish enough to gasp them.
Then yesterday afternoon, Steve had come back from Bradleyâs Big Buy with dried yolks splattered across the windscreen and regret howled through Eddie like a hurricane, fierce and wild. Realisation of what Steve had condemned himself toâ no- what Eddie had condemned him to finally sunk in.
Steve can tell heâs been stewing on it all night. In the couple weeks heâs been here, staying in under the Harrington roof just down the hall from Steve, heâs surprised by how easily his brain has tacked on to Eddieâs habits. His little Eddie-ismâs. Thatâs what Steve calls them.
Like how Eddieâs nose will twitch if thereâs something on his plate he doesnât like, but heâs too polite to say it.
How he thumbs up and down the edge of a book when heâs reading, completely entranced. Doesnât even notice his moving, twittering fingers.
How heâs always so much twitchier the morning after a sleep laced with terror after terror. It gives him away before Steve even see the bags under his eyes, the hollowness of his face.
Steve recognises that one from himself, from back when heâd gone through it all for the first time. The flinch is unshakeable when youâre convinced itâs all going to come backâ that the world is going to tear itself up and spit out monsters you havenât even dreamed of.
Today, Eddie isnât twitchy like that. Heâs tired, a sunken in face that comes from a bone-deep aching tiredness. He picks at his breakfast, bitterly avoiding the eggs on his plate.
And Steve canât pretend to understand how Eddie grew up â can take his guesses but ultimately wonât get near the experiences he knows Eddie has lived through. Steve has only ever been on the other side. Stayed silent while someone else through snide comments and used the word fag like a jagged blade, to cut someone down.
So, he doesnât know. Not even a year with Robin as his best friend and all her knowledge couldâve prepared Steve for the startling fear heâd felt when coming out of the store to the sight of a group of boys around his car, cartons of eggs in hand. One with a crowbar.
They wouldâve smashed his windows if he had come out a minute later, heâs sure of it.
It had been like getting doused in icy water â the Letterman jackets on all of them, the sneers, still jeering taunts as theyâd scattered across the parking lot. Steve had felt the bile rise in his throat as he got in the car and sat, staring at the steering wheel, his slimy fear melting and mixing with his anger.
Eddieâs point of view suddenly resounded within Steve in a way he hadnât known before. Standing on tables, hollering about conformity, leaning in to every foul rumour about himâ like a person drawing to full height, making himself as big as possible, to scare off a bear.
Steve gets that a little more now.
So, when Eddie tells him youâve ruined your life he knows what heâs trying to tell him. Except, Steve doesnât know how to say lightly that heâd gladly ruin his life to save Eddieâs. Itâs too much â but Steve always is. Always loves in these big heavy ways that are too hard to handle.
So instead, he shrugs and says, âConsider it a trade.â
Eddie cocks his head, like a dog, just an inch.
âFor following me into the lake and saving my life.â
Eddie scoffs and his head lolls back dramatically like what Steveâs said is ridiculous. âJesus H Christ, dude, you saved yourself. I told you that I wouldâve been too cowardly to come after you if Birdie and Wheeler hadnât gone in first.â
He mutters the word cowardly with a hiss.
âWell then, a trade for drawing the bats away.â
âYou mean the time I nearly became hamburger helper for the bats?â
âChrist, Eddie,â Steve scoffs. âI didnât take you as someone who fished for compliments so hard.â
Eddie frowns, dropping his fork with a clatter on his plate. âIâ what? Iâm not- I donât evenââ
Steve cuts in. âYou helped us and you saved my life, whether your horrible little brain can admit that or not. So,â He sits back in his chair with another little shrug and sips his coffee. âEqual trade.â
Eddie frowns, a crease forming between his brows. âNo, not equal, Steve. You donât get what youâve done youâ ugh, you just donâtââ
He huffs, cutting himself off, clearly unsure of how to voice his frustrations. He slumps back in his chair and eyes the eggs on his plate again with a glare this time.
Steve waits a moment and hopes he isnât overstepping when he says, voice quiet, âI know, Eddie.â
Across the table, Eddieâs eyes raise to meet Steveâs and he doesnât sound smug, he doesnât sound angry, he just sounds defeated when he speaks.
âDo you?â
âMaybe not quite the extent of it until yesterday but, yes⌠I know.â
His words sink it and Eddie looks⌠affronted. His eyes get a little wide and a tremble finds his lips. Like the whole time heâd been convinced Steve wasnât sure what heâd been getting into, that the reality hadnât set inâ that any moment he would rescind his alibi and throw Eddie to the cops and let them snap the cuffs back on him.
Steve hates that expression. Loathes that Eddie is so surprised that anyone would do this for him â something as important as keeping him alive and out of prison. Steve hates it because he knows it means that somewhere along the way, somebody had convinced Eddie that nobody would.
So, if heâs got to be the one to convince Eddie that someone willâ that he will make the effort, will put his neck on the line because⌠well, isnât that what Steve does best?
Heâll do it gladly.
Eddie picks up his fork and stabs his fork into the egg, the buttery yolk spilling onto the plate. Steve takes it as a truce, as him meeting him in the middle.
"So,â Steve swirls the mug in his hand and swills another sip back. Swallows it and takes a page out of Eddieâs book and goes the joke, leaning forward, forearms on the table. âIf Iâm gonna be your boyfriend for the foreseeable future I should probably know more stuff about you. Yâknow, like, uh, the deep stuff.â
Eddieâs sunk back down in his seats but at Steveâs final sentence, he perks up. A smirking sort of grin crossing his face and Eddie twists a piece of his hair in front of his mouth. He hasnât kept eating yet, too focused on the conversation.
"Uh-oh, the deep stuff.â Heâs got that teasing tone in his voice. âLike what?"
"Like...â Steve scrambles to pull something from his brain. âUm, whatâs your favourite colour?"
âOh well, now you've stepped over the line."
Eddieâs sarcasm melts into a chuckle as Steve laughs, ducking his head instinctively. When he lifts his gaze, heâs relieved that Eddie looks a little lighter. Not much but a smidge of difference â Steve can see it if he squints. Heâs sure it wonât be the last conversation theyâll have about this but for now, itâs settled.
Curiosity piques in Steve and he tries to sound casual when he says, âNo, really, what is it?â
Eddie blinks and curls his hair around his finger once more, tugging it lightly. He seems to be considering his answer, eyes dropping to the sweater Steveâs donning.
âYellow.â He finally says. âNot mustard but, yâknow, lighter. Colour of the moon on Halloween orâŚâ
âCheese?â Steve suggests.
Eddie laughs. âYeah, the right kind of cheese, sure. What about you? Favourite colour?â
Steve considers it â for the longest time, it had been red because Tommy had told him that red or blue were the coolest colours to like, way back in third grade. No one has asked him since then.
âPink, actually.â Steve admits, hand coming up to brush across his nose, trying to hide behind the motion. He envies Eddieâs long curls suddenly. He feels the need to explain, more words rolling off his tongue. âLike, yâknow, when the sun starts to set, like all dusky, itâs just⌠nice.â
Eddieâs staring at him peculiarly, his lips parted yet quirked up in this faint smile. If Steve didnât know any better, heâd call it awe. Breaking his stare, Eddie chuckles again, finally properly picking his fork up to finish his meal.
âSteve Harrington.â He murmurs warmly, more to himself. His lips twitch with a smile. âYou just keep surprising me.â
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beside, not behind
written for âguardâ wc: 532 # | rated: t | cw: era-typical homophobic language & violence | tags: early relationship, protective steve harrington, feral eddie munson, soft ending
@steddiemicrofic
Steve knew he had a problem.
He didnât care.
So what if he was the first one to jump in front of the danger; the things with rows of sharp teeth and no mercy. Or the normal people in their shit town with somehow less mercy than the demons.
So, yeah, he wasnât going to hesitate to step in front of Eddie. His own body was shield enough.
Jasonâs fist cracked across his jaw, his big-ass class ring cutting into the thin skin and drawing blood that spattered along the asphalt when Steveâs head snapped to the side. Itâd been meant for Eddie, in the random gas station parking lot when they dared venture out for beer Steve didnât realize heâd been out of.
Eddie hadnât started it, but he hadnât ignored Jasonâs taunting. Old habits of biting first to be left alone had backfired, and Jasonâs ego had flown out, full force.
He stumbled back into Eddie, but didnât fall. He might get put down on his knees, but Steve was strangely good at keeping between the danger and the protected.
âNeed a fucking guard dog when you go out now, Munson?â Jason seethed.
âFuck off,â Eddie snapped, his hand landing on Steveâs shoulder, trying to push past. Steve refused, extending his arms to keep Eddie at his back. Steve may not have had any problem standing in front of Eddie, but Eddie definitely had a problem letting him.
âSteve, fucking move.â Eddie dug his nails into Steveâs shirt. Steveâs jaw fucking throbbedâand oh, did Eddie owe him laterâwhich was enough to keep Eddie from throwing himself at Jason. Steve could take it, because no one else needed to.
He was the only one who needed to take the brunt of the world.
âYeah, Harrington,â Jason said, flashing his teeth with a wolf-like sneer. âLet the fag take his beating with some dignity.â
Steve was so focused on keeping Eddie back, heâd hadnât enough focus to do the same for himself. Not when ignorant, repressed fucking Jason Carver went after his Eddie.
He lashed out, one hand curling into Jasonâs stupid letterman jacket and the other returning the blow heâd given Steve across the face. It didnât draw blood, and Jason overcame the surprise by grabbing hard onto Steveâs hair and yanking him around.
There was so much shouting, Steve didnât realize Eddie had joined the fray until Jason flew off to the side, a chaotic blur of black leather and chains wrapped up with him as they rolled onto the pavement. Eddie managed to stay on top, smacking his hand across Jasonâs face and drawing several lines of blood from his own rings.
Jason shoved him off, swearing. Eddie went easily, getting onto his feet and towering over Jason.
âGet lost, or Iâll do it again.â
Holding his jaw, Steve turned away and fell back against the side of the Beemer, ignoring Jason. Eddie joined him, pressing his nose to Steveâs temple.
âI wish you wouldnât step in,â Eddie whispered.
Steve shook his head, but Eddie stopped his response with a hand around his wrist.
âI want to face it with you,â he said against Steveâs skin. âNot behind you.â
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@steddieangstyaugust 06/08 // âWho did this?âÂ
wc: 2.5k // rating: T // cw: homophobic slur, hate crime, blood/wounds // tags: post-s4 but vecna dies, eddie lives, hate crime, satanic panic, wound care
divider credits @steddiecameraroll-graphics
When Eddie woke up in the hospital after days in a medically induced coma, Steve felt a relief so deep it caught him off guard.
He wasnât sure why the feeling was so intense. Maybe because it was the closest theyâd gotten to actually losing someone. Maybe it was because Steve was the one to bring him back from the edge of death. The speeding drive to the hospital spent in cold fear that Eddie might bleed out in the backseat after Steve had given CPR, pushing hard enough to hear Eddieâs ribs crack before he took in a faint wheeze of a breath and his pulse fluttered weakly beneath his skin.Â
Either way, when Eddie finally blinked awakeâgroggy and fearfulârelief washed warm and heavy over Steve, eyes filling with tears as he gripped Eddieâs hand tightly and whispered to him quiet words of welcoming, soft praises of having done so well, gentle reassurances that he was safe now. The fear in Eddieâs eyes slowly faded. He gave a small nodâhis movement limitedâand with it, placed his trust in Steve.
The trust between them maintained, lingered, grew into something strong with each day spent recovering, each whispered fear and secret shared between them, each lingering hand hold. Whatever it was, it was growing, and alongside it, a fear that it was turning into something Steve wouldnât be able to stop.
Weeks after his release from the hospital, Eddie greeted him with a story of being chased off by friends of Jason Carverâuninjured, thankfully, but still shakenâand Steve felt the rush of overprotection fill his veins like adrenaline, and realised it might be something a little more than that. But no, Steve felt protective over all of his friends. This was no different. He assured himself that the hot spike of fury and need to protect his friend was normal. His reaction was equal to the danger in which his friend was currently in. The perception of Eddie Munson in Hawkins was still⌠in poor favour. Despite him being cleared of all charges formally, the town had difficulty letting go of this idea that Eddie was a dangerous individual. These were people that tried to kill Eddie, it only made sense that Steve would feel this way. This was just a normal, close friendship. Until it wasnât.
Steveâs driving toward the trailer park, warm afternoon air flowing through the open windows, a new mixtape from Eddie blasting from his speakers. Tapping the wheel along with the music, Steve takes the turn down towards the Munson trailer, slowing as he sees something that doesnât quite fit with the landscape. Bright red. Steveâs heart drops. He turns down the music, slowing his car to a crawl. Once close enough, he parks and throws himself out of the beemer, taking in the awful sight before him.
FREAK. DEVIL WORSHIPPER. FAG. SATANIST. REPENT. All scrawled in blood red paint across the front of the trailer. Alongside the repeated words, symbolsâupside down crucifixes, pentagrams, crudely drawn demon-like figuresâfilling up any available space. Steve feels his throat close up, immediately rushing to the door and trying not to knock too aggressively.
âEddie? Are you in there?â He calls softly. âItâs Steve. Câmon, man, open up.â
Steve listens intently, until he hears shuffling behind the door, the sound of what could be something shifting across the carpet. Finally, the door cracks open.
âEddieâŚâ Steve says with relief, but the door doesnât open further. âAre you okay? Jesus, what happened?â
Steve can only see a sliver of Eddieâs face, one eye wide and shining with fear. âAreâare you alone?â Eddie croaks. Hearing the way Eddie spoke makes his throat tighten.
âYeah. Yeah, itâs just me, man.â Steve keeps his tone as gentle as possible. âCan I come in?â
Eddie only looks at him, seemingly thinking hard, before turning quickly but leaving the door open. Steve steps inside quickly, and the door snaps shut behind him, bolts locking and chain pulled across immediately. Eddie stays facing the door, and Steve sees that his hair is half tied up, and one hand is gripping tightly at his side, fingers digging into his ribs. Despite wanting to ask more questions, Steve keeps quiet, feeling like Eddie might freak out or bolt if he speaks.Â
After a minute that feels like an hour, Eddie finally turns.
Steve canât help the sharp intake of breath, the way his blood turns to ice, the flare of his nostrils in fury at what he sees. Eddieâs left eyeâthe one hidden by the door beforeâis black and swollen almost shut. The purpling extends down his cheekbone. A gash at the top of his head is open, blood seemingly hastily wiped away, but still sticky at Eddieâs hairline and down the side of his face. His lower lip is busted near the corner, bright red and swollen, still dripping blood that Eddie unconsciously licks away. With his hair partially pulled back, Steve spots purple and red on Eddieâs throat. He looks to where Eddie still holds tight at his side, and sees how his knuckles too are red and bloodied.Â
When he finally looks back up to Eddieâs face, he sees a look of shame. Steve feels a storm brew in his chest. He reaches out, leaving distance just in case. Eddie flinches, instinctively, before stepping forward into Steveâs space. He lets Steve trail his fingers, softer than he would have expected, along his jaw, gently shifting his head around to look at his injuries. Allows Steve to move a lock of hair that didnât make it into the hairband, carefully avoiding the open wounds. His warm palm settles on the side of Eddieâs face that wasâfor the most partâuninjured. The gesture so soft, so kind, a tear spills from Eddieâs good eye.
Steve holds steady, keeps his voice low. âWho did this?â
âSteveâŚâ Eddie whispers. âI⌠I triedâtried toââ He canât finish the sentence, words catching in his throat, breath speeding up as more tears run down his face, pooling against Steveâs hand.
âItâs okay,â Steve says, soft and reassuring. âIâm here, itâs okay. I got you.â
Eddie shuffles forward, close enough that Steve can feel his short panicked breaths. Steve slowly opens his arms, hesitating, before Eddie lets himself lean against his chest. Lowering his arms with care, Steve places his hands on Eddieâs back like heâs handling glass, feeling the sharp gasp and the tremble in the other manâs body. Eddie sags against him, curled so his face is against Steveâs shoulder. He feels his heart pound with rage at whoever did this. He feels something else as well, a shame in himself for not having been there, for not protecting Eddie. If heâd gotten there earlier, could this have been avoided?
Steve pulls away, despite wanting to do the oppositeâwanting to hold Eddie so tight, envelop him in care, to let him know that heâs safeâand looks over him again, taking stock of the wounds. âCan I help?â
Eddie nods, breath still shaky but much calmer, and allows Steve to guide him back to his own kitchen. Steve grabs a chair, motioning for Eddie to sit, and turns to where a first-aid kit is already opened on the counter. Alongside it, a towel with blood on it and a bottle of saline.
âDid you try to clean yourself up?â
âWouldnâtââ Eddie hisses as he sits. âWouldnât be the first time.â
Steve looks back at him with concern.
âCâmon, man,â Eddie says with a wince. âYou know what it was like for me.â
Guilt sits in Steveâs gut. He did know. Watched, more than once, when Eddie would end up surrounded by jocksâoutnumberedâand one would deliver resounding punches to his face and stomach. Eddie would only ever spur them on. âCome on! That all you got? Give me another. You know how much I like it.â Words wet with blood, teeth shining with it. Eyes lit up despite the bruises forming around them. Heâd get under their skin, letting them leave with disgust.
Steve doesnât respond, instead turns back to the counter, grabbing a roll of paper towels and the saline. Holding the damp square up, Steve waits, and Eddie gives him another nod. Steve gets to work, wiping away the sticky blood around the head wound. Eddie hisses between his teeth when Steve moves over it, trying his best to be gentle. âSorry,â Steve whispers.
âSâokay,â Eddie rasps.
The silence settles between them for a while, Eddieâs breathing finally slows to a normal, if slightly shallow, rate. Steve wants to ask again, to know who did this, but waits. Focuses on the job at hand, cleaning the remaining blood away from Eddieâs lip.
With all the blood cleaned up, Steve turns to the freezer and pulls out a bag of peas, wrapping them in a kitchen towel. He hands it to Eddie, who gingerly holds it up to his black eye, sucking in a sharp breath at the contact. The bruising on Eddieâs hands looks bad too, but theyâll have to come back to that. Looking over the first-aid kit, Steve pulls out some antiseptic wipes and adhesive bandages.
âThese are gonna sting a bit,â Steve says, ripping open the wipes.
Eddie huffs a laugh. âLeast of my concerns.â
Steve gives him a half smile. At least he was joking around a bit. He starts to clean around the head wound, noticing how Eddieâs good eye squeezes shut when the alcohol makes contact, and tries to move quickly. âItâs not too deep, shouldnât need stitches.â
âHow dâyou know?â Eddie mutters, still wincing at the sting.
âHad my fair share of head wounds,â Steve says, still focused on the wipe in his hand.
Eddie doesnât respond, just looks up at him with his uncovered eye. Steve moves down to Eddieâs lower lip, softly swiping at the cut, noticing the blood still in his mouth, the purple bruising that extends down to his jaw.
âAre you gonna tell me?â Steve turns to the counter, grabbing the butterfly stitch bandages. âWho did this to you?â
âDoes it matter?â Eddie asks. âWhatâre you gonna do? Go beat them up, defend my honour?â His voice is heavy with sarcasm.
Steve gives him a quick look, before peeling the bandages off the wrapping. âI might.âÂ
Letting Steve turn his head slightly, careful not to touch any of the wounds, Eddie keeps his good eye locked on him. Seemingly assessing him. âJust the same bullshitâŚâ His voice is thick, his eye glassy with fresh tears. âThey still think I did it. That I killed Chrissy. Nothing is ever gonna change that for them.â Eddie inhales shakily. âIf not that, theyâll find some other reason to hate me. Easy target.â
âWeâll find a way,â Steve says. âEven if it means. I dunno. Even if we have to leave.â
Steve holds the cut closed, and begins applying the strips, tongue between his teeth as he concentrates, ensuring they donât get stuck in Eddieâs hair. Eddie is watching him carefully again. âYouâd do that?â Eddie asks, voice soft. âLeaveâwith me?â
Lowering himself to Eddieâs eyeline, he places a hand on his shoulder. âIsnât much I wouldnât do for you, Eddie.â
Itâs far more earnest, far more vulnerable, than either of them have been with each other before. Eddie doesnât say anything, just frowns slightly, like heâs trying to figure something out. They sit in silence as Steve works, only the sounds of their breathing and the unpeeling of more bandages in the room. All of it feels so⌠intimate, Eddie allowing Steve to take care of him, to clean his wounds and patch him up. Theyâd been close since Eddie woke up in the hospital, but not like this.
âAlright, that should do it,â Steve says, scrunching the bandage wrapping. He then looks to Eddieâs hands. âLemme see.â
Eddie holds out his free hand, and Steve takes it in his, turning it as he assesses the damage. He flattens Eddieâs fingers, then softly curls them, handling him like something precious and breakable. âAny pain?âÂ
Eddie shakes his head in response. Reaching over for a new antiseptic wipe, Steve keeps Eddieâs hand in his, reluctant to let it go. He cleans the small cutsâsplits from punching, if Steveâs own experience told him anything. He applies a small band-aid, before motioning for Eddie to swap, taking his other hand away from the bag of peas. Repeating the process, stretching and curling Eddieâs fingers and cleaning the wounds, Steve tries to ignore the intrusive thought that tells him theyâre holding hands. Now wasnât the time for that.
Feeling Eddieâs eyes on him, Steve finally releases his hand. Clears his throat. âCanât do much about this.â Steve gestures to Eddieâs lip, wishing instead he could let his thumb trail along the side of it. âAny others? You were holding your side before.â
Setting the bag of peas aside, Eddie moves with effort to pull up his shirt. Steve kneels down immediately. Where Eddieâs barely healed scars are still red around his ribs, deep purple bruises paint his chest and waist. Extending a shaking hand, Steve stops himself from touching, instead hovering over the skin. His breath shakes as he tries to remain calm. Whatever was keeping his emotions held back is broken at the sight.
âEddieâŚâ Steve looks up at him, pain in his eyes.
Dropping his shirt back down, Eddie looks away. âItâs fine. Nothingâs broken.â
âNothing about this is fine, Eddie,â Steve tries to catch his eye again. âWe already almost lost you once. I donât think I could handle it ifâŚâ Still kneeling, Steve cautiously takes both of Eddieâs hands in his. âI canât lose you,â he says, voice breaking.
Eddie frowns again, this time with something like pain in his expression. âIâm here, Steve. Iâm okay. Thanks to you.â
Steve nods, tears welling and ready to spill over. âI just⌠I wish I could protect you better.â
Eddie leans closer, pain momentarily forgotten. âYouâve done more than enough,â he breathes, and their faces are so close together.Â
Glancing down at Eddieâs lips, and back up to his eye, he feels himself leaning in. He stops, lips parted, waiting. Eddie closes the gap, pressing his lips tenderly to Steveâs. A shudder runs through his body, and Steve kisses back as gently as he possibly can, feeling heat where Eddieâs lip is split and bruised. One hand trails up to cup Eddieâs jaw, barely brushing against the stubble growing there. Eddie rests a hand on Steveâs chest, feeling the way his heart races.Â
They part, Steve still kneeling on the ground and looking up at Eddie. He leans in for another gentle kiss, twice more, hopefully conveying all he wishes he had the words for. As Eddie looks at him, smile pulling at the cut on his lip, Steve makes himself a promise.
For the rest of his life, heâll do anything to keep Eddie safe.
#WOUND CARE MY BELOVED!!!!!!#i literally. do not know how to keep things short.#this was meant to be a short one lmfao#cira writes#cira writes steddieangstyaugust#steddieangstyaugust#teary tuesday#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things fic
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