#rueleigh's thoughts

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Pre-season 4, maybe season 4 au-ish.

Jason and his friends are assholes but imagine if there were jocks who finally found the courage to stand up to those assholes and reveal that they actually like Eddie.

"He's not afraid to be himself!" One would say.

"He gives those kids a place to belong!" Another would say as they mutter in agreement.

"Dungeons and Dragons is just a game like basketball!"

"Yeah!" They agreed.

"And he's actually pretty fucking gorgeous!"

"Yeah - wait, what?"

"You don't think so?"

"You know, now that you mention it - yeah, he is pretty. It's his eyes."

"No, man, it's his hands. He's got great hands."

"No, no, no. It's his lips."

"His hips, definitely his hips."

"No, man, it's soul. It's so fucking beautiful."

"What the hell is happening?" Jason scowled.

"I like the way that he somehow reminds me that I like men and women."

"He makes me question my gender," one cheerleader said.

"These freaks are gay for the Freak!" Andy scowled.

"Damn straight, we are!"

"I don't know, I think they might have a point," Connor said, shoving his hands in his pocket.

"You're supposed to be on our side, Connor!" Jason spat.

Suddenly, it wasn't just the jocks. The cheerleaders started chiming in as well. Eddie, in the middle of it all, in the middle of cafeteria, witnessed it all.

"What the fuck is this?!" Eddie shrieked and then he stood up on the cafeteria table. "You don't have to but - raise your fucking hand if you secretly thought I was hot but were too afraid to say anything because of Carver?! . . . One, two, three - THAT'S A LOT OF HANDS! - JEFF?!"

"Chrissy! Put your hand down!" Jason told his girlfriend.

"I don't think I will!" Chrissy said cheerfully and then flipped Jason off.

"NANCY WHEELER?!" Eddie shrieked.

"I have eyes, don't I?" Nancy asked.

"OTHER WHEELER?!"

"Dude, you have the same type in men as your sister," Dustin laughed.

"Ew, gross, Dustin!" Mike scowled.

"BUCKLEY, WHY IS YOUR HAND IN THE AIR?"

"Oh, no, this isn't for me. I went to the payphone and updated Steve," Robin said. "He said to raise my hand for him."

"Well, tell Steve to get in line. I call dibs," Chrissy said.

"You can't just call dibs on a person," Mike scowled.

"And you're way too young for him," Chrissy said. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Mike asked.

"Jason, babe, I don't think this is going to work with us," Chrissy said.

"You're dead meat, Munson!" Jason yelled.

"You know, I think I'm just going to - " Eddie said.

He managed to grab his stuff and run out of the cafeteria. The last thing he saw was the entire cafeteria blocking Jason's path to him. He drove all the way home and burst through the door of the trailer, startling Wayne. Eddie leaned against the front door, breathing heavily.

"Boy, you're home early. They messing with you again?" Wayne scowled.

"It's worse than I thought," Eddie gasped. "They're all secretly in love with me. . .I DON'T HAVE A FEVER, UNCLE WAYNE!"

"Lord. . .tell me everything. . ."

"I just wanted to fucking eat lunch. . ."

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Eddie struggled to get out of the hospital bed. Steve stared at him.

Steve: What are you doing?

Eddie: I'm going to fucking do it.

Steve: Do what?

Eddie: Get my revenge.

Steve: Against Vecna?

Eddie: Don't be ridiculous, Steve.

Steve: The jocks?

Eddie: The fucking bats, man. They didn't have to do it.

Steve: Do what?

Eddie: Take it! They took my fucking nipple and now my boobs are lopsided.

Steve: So, what's your plan here?

Eddie: I'm going to pay them back.

Steve: You're going to. . .eat their nipple?

Eddie: It sounds completely ridiculous when you say it like that, Steven.

Steve: *deadpan* This is a sexy look for you. Put a baby in me.

Eddie: *tries to sit up* Don't you distract me from my plan, Steve Harrington! I'm going to do it!

Steve pressed his finger to Eddie's forehead and, without even really trying, slowly got Eddie to lay back in bed.

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No thoughts, just Steve swinging his hips seductively to tease Eddie and Eddie wipes himself out by running into a pole or a door. Just the image of Steve swinging his hips. . .😊

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Writing prompt: After season 4, Steve becomes a single dad after the girl he gets pregnant drops the baby off in his doorstep. To Eddie's surprise, he also gets a baby dropped on off his doorstep, too. After the spring break from hell, Steve and Eddie had both grown close, so they decided to raise their kids together as friends. Slowly, but surely, they start to fall in love and realize they're both bisexual.

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He screams clueless bisexual man who doesn't know when he's being flirted and who knows nothing about flagging, so he accidentally gets hit on by men, but he just thinks they're being overly friendly or overly mean.

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Don't reblog Billy or H*rringgrove with my posts. I hate that guy. I despise that child abusing, racist motherfucker. I'll gladly dance and spit on his grave. You may support domestic violence, but I don't. I would never put Steve Harrington in a position where he ends up being abused by his partner. It's fucking disgusting. Billy nearly killed Steve, and he enjoyed doing it, too. The look of pure enjoyment on his face as he continued to beat on an unconscious Steve. . .my God, why would you ship Steve with a monster like that? I mean, the only reason why Billy didn't kill Steve was because Max stopped him before he could. Yeah, that's a great partner for Steve. Even if Billy managed to redeem himself and survive, that man would still be too broken to be put into any sort of romantic relationship. I hate H*rringgrove with every fiber of my goddamn being. Steve deserves better than someone who nearly killed him. . .I wonder if you would still be singing Billy's praises if he had managed to not only kill Steve but Lucas as well as Max and all the other kids as well. He couldn't leave any witnesses alive. The Duffers wrote him specifically to be a monster like Brenner. It's astounding how you continuously excuse all of Billy's evil, vile disgusting behavior. You can say all you want that it's because Billy was abused but you don't care at all about that because if you did, you'd care that Max got abused by Billy, you'd care that Lucas was thrown against the wall by Billy, you'd care that he threatened to run over the kids in order to force Max to agree with him, you'd care that he nearly killed Steve. Steve was the one protecting Max, NOT Billy. Billy didn't step up until s3 when all the good had to be dug out of his head by El. If it hadn't been for El rooting around in his head, Billy never would have realized he was the problem. You can say all you want that Billy is abused, but I'll never believe that you actually give a shit that he was, considering all the bad he's done that you continue to ignore. I believe that Billy is definitely attracted to Steve, but it's an automatic turn-off for Steve to see someone hurt children, and that's canon that Billy Hargrove did that. The only way Steve would sleep with him was if he was forced to. It doesn't matter if Billy did try to be a good guy after season 3, Steve wouldn't be comfortable with it.

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Thinking about Hellcheerington again. . .imagining Steve letting Chrissy and Eddie stay with him after the spring break from hell when he walks in on them about to start something. . .

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The party, of course, immediately accepted Will and Robin when they came out. Dustin couldn't help but ask the question because he's a nosy little shit.

Dustin: *looking at Robin* If you had to pick a man, though, who would you go for?

Robin: Steve. No contest. Only in a parallel universe, though. And parallel me still has to like women. There's no universe where I'm straight. Not that I have anything against heterosexuality.

Steve: Eddie. *everyone stares at him* Oh, was that question not directed at both of us?

Eddie: It's okay, big boy. If I were gay, I'd go for you, too.

Argyle: *whispering* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know about bisexuality.

Steve: You whispered that to me.

Argyle: Oh, sorry. *turns to Jonathan* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know that bisexuality exists.

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Gareth: You really think we're going to like Steve Harrington just because he's your boyfriend?

Eddie: Nope!

Steve: *brings homemade devil shaped cupcakes for Hellfire like he's trying to be scout mom* Hi! 😊

Gareth: Goddamnit.

Eddie: That's why you're going to like Steve.

Jeff: It's like someone used magic to turn a golden retriever into a human.

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I like to think Steve, Robin, and Eddie are both fans of Dolly Parton. Robin and Eddie decide to sing a very theatrical performance of "Jolene" for Steve’s birthday. They basically turn it into a duet, where they're both telling each other not to take their man. Their man being Steve, of course. Robin, fighting platonically for him while Eddie is fighting romantically for Steve. Meanwhile, Steve is sitting there laughing with a pink princess crown on his head and a sparkly pink boa around his neck. I just love all three of them.

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Imagine modern Eddie and Steve working at a nk animal shelter. Eddie's cleaning one of the kennels when he accidentally gets locked it. Instead of helping him, Steve attaches a sign to the kennel, "very aggressive metalhead, free to a good home. Careful, he bites." Steve takes a picture of Eddie flipping him off and texts it to Robin. And when they're not pulling shenanigans like that on each other, they're very lovingly taking care of the animals, and in denial about how they feel about each other.

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In this scenario, it was the first sleeping with a man for both Eddie and Steve. Of course, there was going to be a little bit of panic afterward. . .Steve didn't expect it to be because the condom had broken.

Eddie: OH GOD!

Steve: It's fine, I mean, we're both clean, right, I don't think we have to worry -

Eddie: I'M NOT READY TO BE A FATHER.

Steve: . . . .what?

Eddie: WE'RE BOTH STILL SO YOUNG.

Steve: Okay, yeah, no, that's not going to happen. I'm not going to get pregnant.

Eddie: *sighs in relief* Oh, good, so you're on the pill.

Steve: *frowns* Well, no.

Eddie: OH GOD!

Steve: I'm not going to get pregnant because we're both men.

Eddie: Oh, right. . .*sighs in relief* Okay, okay, I'm good. Luckily, I didn't panic.

Steve: Yeah, no, you handled it like a champ.

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Steve: I get butterflies in my stomach when I look at you.

Eddie: You get so annoyed by the sight of me that you have to eat butterflies?!

Steve: You make it really hard to flirt with you.

Eddie: You were flirting with me?!

Steve: Have been for about an hour. You're were flirting right back, Eddie!

Eddie: I was?!

Steve: Eddie, we're on a date!

Eddie: *shrieks* We are?! . . . Steve! Do I - do I like men?!

Steve: Wow, okay, yeah, Robin said that I was several steps ahead of you in this relationship, but I didn't realize that I was this far ahead.

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Eddie: Hey, Robin, you know that fae folklore where some fairies have to count salt when it's spilled in front of them?

Robin: Yeesss, where are you going with this, buddy?

Eddie: Well, if Steve trips in front of a fairy, do you think it would have to count his moles?

Robin: I don't know, depends on if his moles taste like salt or not:

Steve: *walking back into the living room* Okay, got the popcorn! I might have - EDDIE!

Eddie had gotten up, grabbed Steve’s face, and licked the moles on his cheek.

Eddie: *gasps* Robin! It tastes like salt. . .AND butter!

Steve: *blushing* Yeah, that's because I ate a couple of pieces. Jesus.

Eddie: *thinking about counting Steve’s moles* I wish I was a fairy.

Steve: Dude! We do NOT like to be called that!

Eddie gaped at him the rest of the night, trying to figure out if he was a mythical creature or not when actually Steve has yet to tell Eddie he's bisexual.

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For the first time since they saved the world, since Steve carried Eddie out of hell, and their bat bites had healed, Eddie was finally hanging out with Steve without impending doom hanging over their heads. Robin was also there as she didn't want to miss Steve cooking, and Eddie didn't blame her.

"Holy fucking shit!" Eddie yelled, slamming down his fork. "Fucking marry me."

Steve blinked at him, blushing, and his mouth fell open. He quickly closed it and smiled.

"Okay!"

"Oh! I'll go get the book!" Robin exclaimed, clapping her hands as she ran off.

"Book?" Eddie asked. "What? What's going on?"

Robin soon came back with a large white binder with a lock on it. She slammed it on the table and pulled out a key from under her shirt, unlocking it.

"This is Steve’s wedding book. As his best man, I hold the key," Robin said.

"Wait, hold on, that wasn't a real - ," Eddie started to say.

"Ooh, some of these were definitely written before me. That's definitely Baby Steve’s handwriting. . . Ooh, I can just imagine little Stevie putting a white sheet over his perfect hair," Robin said. "So, Spring, Fall, Summer, or Winter?"

"I was thinking Fall-ish," Steve said. "Near the end of August, maybe in September. Not too cold, not too hot."

Robin closed her eyes and held a pen in the air. Where did the pen come from?

"August 30th! I feel it! Perfect day!" Robin exclaimed.

"Wait, just a goddamn minute! What are you doing?!" Eddie shrieked.

"Planning your wedding to Steve, duh," Robin said, rolling her eyes. "Now, Steve, are you sure about the groom?"

"Yeah," Steve said, grinning. "He's funny, very cute, and good with kids. Yeah, I'll take him."

"You like men?!" Eddie asked.

"Duh, babe, keep up. He's already told you this," Robin said.

"Fucking when?!" Eddie asked.

"In the hospital," Steve replied.

"When I was on painkillers?!" He asked.

"You still want Dustin to be the flower girl?" Robin asked Eddie.

"Oh, shit, that actually would be hilarious- no, nope, no way! This isn't happening!" Eddie yelled.

"Did you ask Steve to marry you?" Robin asked.

"Well, yes, but - "

"Did he say yes?"

"Again, yes, however - "

"Then you're engaged. Congratulations," Robin said.

"Ooh, we have enough money in the budget for weddings 2, 5, and 8!" Steve explained, looking over her shoulder.

"When I said that Steve should marry me, I wasn't -," Eddie said.

"Can you think of a reason why you shouldn't marry Steve?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't even know if I like men! I like women!" Eddie shrieked, running his hands over his face.

"You said something different in the hospital," Steve said.

"You mean, when I was on painkillers?!" He asked. "You're fucking with me. You guys are fucking with me."

"Babe, you seem stressed out by all this wedding planning," Steve said, taking his hand.

"I am VERY stressed out," Eddie said.

"Just let me and Robin handle it. I have been planning my wedding since I was like five, and trust me, I have never been a fan of big weddings, so it's going to be low-key and tasteful," Steve said, squeezing his hand.

"This is illegal," Eddie said weakly and in disbelief.

"Yeah, like none of us have ever done anything illegal," Steve rolled his eyes. "A marriage is more than just a piece of paper. Besides, I don't want the government at my wedding anyway."

"Fuck, yeah, me neither," Eddie said, shaking his head. "This is crazy!"

"Look, Eddie, I know this is sudden, and I know how scary it is to deal with all of this as well as speed running through a sexuality crisis. It's been a couple of months, but there were days where I sat by your bedside, hoping you would wake up, and when you did, I realized that I wanted to wake up next to you every morning," Steve said softly, rubbing his thumb. "I want to hear every single rant, even the ones where you're being as asshole. I love you, and if you really don't want to do this, then I'll back down."

Eddie looked into Steve’s hazel eyes, swallowing thickly as he imagined being married to him and waking up with him every day. He already knew that Steve could handle how chaotic he could be, how much he loved the kids despite his loud protests, and he remembered all the talks about their asshole fathers who basically abandoned them. Eddie remembered waking up in the hospital and seeing Steve’s relieved red rimmed eyes. He knew without a doubt that Steve was a partner that he could depend on.

"Okay! I've decided that I'm just going to let this happen!" Eddie said, throwing up his hand. "But I can't be domesticated! I refuse!"

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Steve grinned.

"Also, during one of the dances, we're playing Metallica!" He yelled.

"Done!"

Steve leaned over the table and kissed Eddie, who didn't waste a second kissing him back. Yeah, he liked it, and he wasn't ever going to kiss anyone else. On some level, he had known that as soon as he had slammed Steve against the wall of that boathouse.

"Oh my God! I'm marrying Steve Harrington!"

TWO DAYS LATER. . .

Eddie was sprawled out on the couch in his brand new living room when Wayne came in, back from his fishing trip. Eddie frowned as he tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing.

"So, how'd the dinner with Steve go?" Wayne asked.

"Well, the food was so good that I asked Steve to marry me, and he said yes," Eddie said. "It's on August 30th, save the date."

"You're hilarious, son," Wayne said, rolling his eyes. "You should be a comedian."

Suddenly, Steve burst out of the kitchen, looking flustered.

"Okay, I decided to be the bigger person here. I'm going to invite my parents to the wedding," Steve said. "If they don't come, they don't come. Hopper's already agreed to walk me down the aisle. Oh, hey, Wayne. I hope you don't mind, I wanted to cook for my fiancé and my future father in law. How was the fishing trip?"

Wayne stared at him, blinking at Steve and then at Eddie. Wayne sighed, shaking his head.

"Not a goddamn bite. Waste of a trip," Wayne said.

"Damn," Steve said and looked at the kitchen. "I have to check on the food. Sorry. I want to hear more about it!"

"Smells good, son!" Wayne yelled and plopped down on the couch next to Eddie.

"You accepted that pretty quickly," Eddie said.

"You can't do better than Steve. He went to hell and back for you. He never left your side. . .he loves you, and I can't ask for a better partner for my boy. . .speaking of why aren't you in there helping your fella?" Wayne asked.

"He kicked me out," Eddie pouted.

"You almost took my head off with a skillet!" Steve exclaimed.

"I nearly took him out, and he still wants to be with me," Eddie sighed happily and tucked his head into Wayne's shoulder. "By the way, when you walk me down the aisle, you can't let me fall, you know how I am."

"I would never let you fall."

Eddie smiled. Despite everything that happened, that's still happening. . .Eddie was happy, and he was getting married to the most wonderful guy in the entire world. Suddenly, Eddie sat up.

"Oh, no," Eddie said.

"What?"

"We told Dustin and the kids, but I didn't think to tell Ronnie," Eddie gasped.

"You mean, your best friend since you were eight?" Wayne asked.

"Yeah, I am in deep - "

Suddenly, the front door slammed open, and Ronnie Ecker stood there in all her long-legged glory.

"You're getting married to Steve Harrington?!" She asked. "And I had to hear about it from a 12 year old?!"

"He's 14, actually," Eddie said casually. "How was the trip from New York?"

Eddie suddenly remembered the thing Robin had reminded him to do: don't forget to tell your platonic soulmate.

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Steve gets a phone call from Eddie one afternoon. . .

Eddie: So, what are you wearing, big boy?

Steve unfortunately thought Eddie was messing with him, so he decided to mess with him back. Steve rolled his eyes.

Steve: *scoffs* Your vest and nothing else, of course.

There was a long silence and then. . .THUD.

Steve: Eddie?

There was a sound of someone else's feet, and then he heard Wayne's voice in the distance.

Wayne: You damn near broke your new Garfield phone. What are you doing on the floor, and why is your nose bleeding?

Another pause, and Steve heard Eddie speak.

Eddie: Steve. . .vest. . .nothing.

Oops, he accidentally broke Eddie. Steve smirked.