#rueleigh's thoughts

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Dustin, now a fully fledged hormonal teenager, was sneaking back into the house after sneaking out when a lamp came on.

Claudia: Dustin Henderson! What sort of time do you call this?

Steve: *turning on another lamp* Yeah, Henderson, what sort of time do you call this?

Dustin: Steve! What are you doing here?!

Steve: *crossing his arms* Your mother called me, she was worried out of her mind!

Another lamp flickered on, and Eddie whirled around in the swivel chair, petting Tews.

Eddie: You only get one mother, Henderson, and you choose to disrespect her. . .on this night. . .the night before her birthday.

Dustin: What are you doing here?!

Eddie: I was with Steve. . .in the middle of doing naughty things to him when he got the call. We were both worried!

Another lamp came on, revealing Argyle sitting on the couch.

Argyle: What do you call this sort of night?

Dustin: *sigh* Am I going to regret asking this? What are you doing here?

Argyle: I was with Steve and Eddie. . .they let me watch sometimes.

Dustin: That's on me, I asked. . . Okay, anyone else going to turn on a goddamn lamp?!

Another lamp flickered on in the hallway, and Wayne stumbled in.

Wayne: *rubbing his eyes* The hell? Oh, there's already a bunch of lamps on. . .why the hell are there so many lamps on? Claudia, when did you get so many lamps?

Eddie: Oh. . .I brought this one from Steve's house. . .Uncle Wayne, what the hell are you doing here?!

Dustin: And why are you wearing my mother's robe?!

Claudia: Oh, we were going to tell you and Eddie. . .it was just so nice, just the two of us.

Wayne: Kind of felt like we were teenagers sneaking around. . .

Dustin: Okay, since you two were sneaking around and I was sneaking around. . .does this mean I'm off the hook?

Wayne: That's not how this works, son.

Dustin: Damn it.

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Eddie was at Steve’s house to swim. He had just taken off shirt when Steve caught a glimpse of his back.

Steve: *sarcastically* Wow, who's the woman who gave you those?

Eddie froze, not wanting to admit that he tried to rescue another raccoon.

Eddie: *smirking* Just some girl I met at the Hideout last night. She's sooo wild!

Steve: *scowled* You're fucking cheating on me, already?!

Eddie: *squeaking* We're dating?!

Steve: Eddie, you asked me a week ago if I wanted to be more than friends with you!

Eddie: I meant best friends!

Steve pressed his hands to his face.

Steve: I can't tell who's the idiot. . .you or me!

Eddie: This is not on you, Stevie, I should have known when you kissed me!

Steve: *putting his hands on his hips* Yeah, no, that should have been your biggest clue. . .especially when you put your tongue in my mouth.

Eddie: This is definitely on me.

Steve: *rolling his eyes* So, who is this wild girl who treated your back like a scratching post?

Eddie: *throwing his hands in the air* It's a raccoon, okay?! It was a fucking raccoon I tried to rescue at the Hideout last night!

Steve laughed.

Steve: You're an idiot, Eddie Munson.

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Steve was doing a grocery run at Bradley's Big Buy when the speakers crackled above him.

Intercom: Would Steve Harrington please come to the front? We have something that belongs to you.

Steve sighed. He already knew. When he got up front, he found Eddie and Dustin sitting on a bench with balloons tied around their wrists.

Steve: I didn't even bring you with me!

They grinned, looking happy to see him. Steve couldn't even be mad.

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I'm thinking about them again. She'd be so there for him. They'd be so cute. 🥰

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Writing prompt: Steve and Eddie let Argyle watch them sometimes and occasionally, when Argyle wants to, join them. I would write it, but I have other WIPs, and I'm in the middle of a storm. I could lose power at any time.

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Eddie and Steve were sitting and chatting at Joyce and Hopper's wedding reception when a drunk man came over to them.

Drunk: That young man over there *pointing to Dustin* is a wonderful young man.

Eddie: *whispers to Steve* Are we going to have to fight this guy?

Steve: *smiling awkwardly* Thanks, we like him.

Drunk: My god, you must have been teenagers when you had him.

They watched him stumble away.

Eddie: I wonder what planet that guy thinks he's on.

Steve: If I had to guess, Robin told all the drunks I'm Dustin's mother.

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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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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.

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Mike: *disbelief* You slept with our dungeon master?

It wasn't the fact that they were two dudes that bothered Mike, but the fact that it was Steve Harrington who slept with their dungeon master.

Steve: Keep up that tone, asshole, and I'll get your precious dungeon master pregnant just to piss you off.

Eddie: *leaning towards Mike* There's 50 bucks in it for you if you make your tone worse.

Mike: You can't get -

Eddie: There's another dimension under Hawkins. It's baffling the things that you can't believe in, but you can believe in that. You need to be a little open-minded, Wheeler.

Mike: 🤨

Dustin: I call dibs on godfather! Ha!

Mike: Bullshit! You can't call dibs!

Steve: *watching them argue* This could have gone worse.

Eddie: *grinning* Still could.

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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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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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Set after s2. . .in the cafeteria:

Asshole jock: Hey, Harrington, you might want to get your moles checked. . .I think you might be turning into a witch! *laughs*

Steve: And if you're not careful, your dick will get smaller if you take any more steriods. . . Oop, too late. . .and really witch jokes? That's the best you can come up with? You know, if you're going to try and insult me, at least come up with something creative. . .well?. . . I'm waiting. . .

Jock:

Steve: Yeah, that's what I thought. . .You know what witches have that you don't? . . . Fucking magic. . . I can't believe you thought that was an insult.

Eddie: *who witnessed the entire thing* Fuck me.

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Eddie: I love sleepovers.

Steve: This isn't a sleepover. We're in the hospital.

Eddie: Then why do we have these nightgowns?

Steve: They're hospital gowns, Eddie!

Eddie: Truth or dare.

Steve:

Eddie:

Steve: *sighs* Dare.

Eddie: I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in this room.

Steve groaned and pulled himself out of bed. He walked towards Eddie's bed, and Eddie looked at him hopefully. Steve walked right past his bed and went right towards the mirror, planting a kiss on his own reflection.

Eddie: Damn. . .I should have seen that coming.

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Eddie: *walking into Steve’s house* And this is where Steve lives. . .Steve is the love of my life and quite possibly is your new daddy.

Steve: Who are you talking to?

Eddie: *scratching his belly absentmindedly* Talking to our child, Steven.

Steve: 😶. . .what?

Eddie grins and parts his hair to reveal a lizard, nestled on the top of his head.

Steve: *blinking* There's a lizard in your hair.

Eddie: Say hi to other daddy, Smaug.

Steve: *hands on hips* I really shouldn't be, but Goddamnit, I'm more in love with you than ever. Alright, let's give Smaug a tour of his new home.

Eddie: Yes! *whispering* We'll show him your brothers and sisters later.

Steve: *whipping around* What?

Eddie: *smiling innocently* Nothing, dear.

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Eddie to Steve: Hey, sweetcheeks.

Steve: *blushing* You think I have sweet cheeks?

Eddie: Yeah, I'm super jealous as hell of your bone structure.

Steve: Eddie, that's not what that means.

Eddie: Well, what other cheeks could - Ooooh! Well, yeah, that too. I wish I had your ass.

Steve: Are you kidding me? I would kill for your lips. They're perfectly plump. Not to mention your curls.

Eddie: You've got a nose that girls would just love to sit on. And your hands, man, ooh, I bet they're talented. Those are musicians' hands.

Steve: I bet we'd be fucking gorgeous if we'd combine.

Eddie: Yeeesss.

They're not evening dating yet. . .or even aware of their attraction towards men. They think this is perfectly straight behavior. Meanwhile, Robin. . .

Robin: *thinking* How do I affectionately kick two men out of the closet?

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Robin skidded into Steve’s house to find him curled up with Eddie.

Robin: Vickie asked me out today, and I said yes!

Steve: Don't do it, Eddie.

Eddie: You know damn well that I have to.

Eddie got up, reached into his pocket, and threw confetti in the air.

Eddie: Hell yeah!

Robin: What the hell was that?!

Eddie: That was my emergency pocket confetti. I keep it around in case there's good news!

Steve: Yeah, he did that when I asked him out.

Robin: *thoughtfully* Emergency pocket confetti. . .

Steve: Ugh, not you, too. . .whatever, just be glad he didn't get it confused it with his emergency pocket sand.

Eddie: Won't be making that mistake again.