#shout out to everyone else with a skewed sleep schedule and also to the normal people in other timezones

[griefabyss69]

Patterns in the Ivy

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember

[ AO3 ]

Week Three: Rough, Lingerie, Aftercare, Sneaking Around | WC: 6K | Rated: E | CW: Public sex, implied/referenced drug usage (weed), Eddie is a drug dealer, mentions of Steve's parents being terrible

Steve needs something to help him as he tries not to drown under all of his assignments. It turns out the guy who used to be Hawkin's pot dealer ended up at the same college as him, and he's hotter than ever.

Excerpt

"How'd you guess the color?" he asks, stepping in close, reaching out to run his fingers over the ribbon. It feels nice, he hopes he gets to keep it later.

Eddie's eyebrows raise and one of those like, sun-over-the-horizon, illuminating-all-of-the-darkness smiles creeps onto his face and Steve has to kiss him and kiss him again until the violent urge to mash their faces together passes.

"You said it was the same as your favorite sweater," Eddie says. "I was worried I got it wrong, but I had a good excuse ready."

Steve laughs, sliding his hands up Eddie's chest while he can.

"Let's hear it, stud," he says with a stupid wink.

Eddie looks utterly pleased.

"Limited supply at the craft store," he says. "So I just got what I thought you'd like."

"Cute, believable," Steve muses, giving in and kissing him again. "It'd work on me."