#soft Steve Harrington

[italiansteebie]

Secret relationship steddie getting through vecna without suspicions from the others until steve hasn’t left eddie’s bedside for a week and he somehow knows wayne munson's phone number from memory and even gets a hug from the man when he enters the room. And he gets to stay when the others are kicked out.

It’s only when eddie wakes up that everything comes out.

He cracks open his eyes, meeting the gazes of dustin, wayne, and robin, but no steve.

“Where’s my baby?” he murmurs, and from the outside it sounds like “where mah beebee.” He watches the faces in front of him turn into something of confusion. “My baby, my baby. I want him.” It comes out clearer, and unfortunately for them wayne understands immediately and unknowingly outs them. “Steve’s off gettin’ some food, he’ll be back in just a minute,” Wayne pats eddie’s hand gently, watching as the kid smiles, eyes drooping once again.

Dustin and robin share a look but they choose to ignore it, maybe wayne heard wrong or eddie is just on too many painkillers.

Until steve walks in, seeing eddie’s eyes, tired, but open. He drops the coffee he’d brought back for wayne and bolts to eddie’s side.

Eddie raises a hand and cups steve’s face, “hey baby.” and for the first time, dustin and robin see steve harrington cry. “I told you-” he pauses to sniffle, “I told you not to be a hero,” his voice cracks, holding back tears. Eddie grabs his hand “‘M still here, baby.” and the dam breaks. Steve is sobbing into eddies chest, while the metalhead runs a weak hand through his hair.

Wayne would deny it with all his heart if anyone asked, but he shed a tear at the display in front of him, he wasn’t sure about steve harrington the first time eddie brought him home, but damn, the kid weaseled his way into his heart. And as touching as the moment was, dustin and robin where still highly confused.

Steve’s tears slowed, and he lifted his head from eddies chest, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Uh. Excuse me?” robin broke the silence, and the little world steve had found himself in shattered.

Eddie smiled though, ever the brave. “Me nd stevie are datin’. He’s mah baby.” he ended the sentence by placing a sloppy kiss on steve’s cheek. Dustin was, surprisingly, satisfied with that answer, but robin was not.

“YOU MADE FUN OF ME OVER TAMMY WHEN YOU’RE HERE WITH… HIM?”

Steve blushed, “We had just met when i started at scoops okay! It was really new, i- i didn’t know how to tell you so…. I just decided to be overly supportive by bashing your taste in women.”

This set robin off, and she didn’t stop until a nurse came in and threatened to have her removed from the premises.

[mcdynamite]

Steve Harrington learns a lot of things about Eddie Munson in the months following Vecnapocalypse.

He learns who Eddie's favorite bands are and what toppings Eddie likes on his pizza. He learns that Eddie likes to talk, but is also frighteningly observant. He learns what Eddie is like when he's high, when he's drunk, when he's exhausted after weeks of shitty sleep plagued with nightmares. He learns all of these things and more, and he’s surprised to find that he really, really likes what he learns. Because Eddie is weird and loud and quirky, but he's also kind and attentive and the sort of person who just wants to bring a smile to your face when you're hurting, and it's good. 

Eddie is good.

The thing Steve learns that he can't seem to stop thinking about, though, is that Eddie is undoubtedly the most physically affectionate person he's ever met.

It starts in the hospital, less than forty-eight hours after Vecna's defeat, when Eddie wakes up. Steve is on Eddie Duty at the time, keeping watch over a man who hasn't woken up since nearly dying in the Upside Down, when suddenly... Eddie's hand twitches. And Steve does what anyone would do - he scrambles to grab hold of it. He takes Eddie's hand and squeezes, and sure enough, Eddie squeezes back and then he just... won't let go. Eddie’s fingers stay curled around Steve’s even when his eyes flutter open, and the nurses come in to check on him. So Steve holds his hand until the drugs pull Eddie back into slumber, and he doesn't think much of it.

Only, after that, it's like the floodgates have opened. Eddie is touching Steve constantly. He's linking their arms while they walk out of the hospital for the first time. He's sitting so close during movie nights that their legs press against each other. He's resting his head on Steve's shoulder - sometimes even dozing there. Or when Steve is tired, he's pulling Steve towards him so Steve can have a few minutes to close his eyes, secure beneath Eddie’s arm.

It's weird, at first, but it's not uncomfortable. Just... different. So Steve just goes with it.

By the time a few months have passed, he's so used to touching Eddie that it hardly feels like anything more than the natural next step when they eventually start sharing a bed.

They're at Steve's house the first time it happens - loose-limbed and sleepy from the joint they shared earlier with Nancy and Robin. The girls have taken the guest room for themselves, and Eddie doesn't even bother to ask where he's going to be sleeping. He just follows Steve to his room and climbs under the covers beside him - both of them stripped down to just a t-shirt and boxers. Steve doesn't question it, not even when Eddie scoots a little bit closer, eyes wide and searching, and brushes Steve's arm with the backs of his fingers.

"Night, Stevie," Eddie says softly, fingers drifting leisurely back and forth on the skin of Steve's bicep. It feels nice. Soothing. It makes him feel strangely warm inside.

So Steve just smiles, wishes him goodnight in return, and lets himself drift off to sleep.

The second time, they're at Eddie's. Steve has rushed over to the trailer in the middle of the night after receiving a frantic, post-nightmare phone call from Eddie. Steve takes one look at the metalhead’s red-rimmed eyes and trembling bottom lip and pulls him into a crushing hug.

Eddie clings to Steve like he's afraid to let go, and Steve lets him. Eventually, they end up in Eddie's bed, but they still haven't let go of each other. Steve lays on his back and wraps his arms around a trembling Eddie, who pillows his head on Steve's chest. Eddie is wrapped around him like a koala, and Steve thinks it should be weird, being so close to another guy, but it's not. It just feels safe, and he gets the best night's sleep he's had in years when they finally find sleep again.

Then, it just sort of keeps happening.

Sometimes, Steve calls Eddie after a nightmare, and Eddie makes the drive to Loch Nora to cuddle Steve back to sleep. Other times, it's the other way around. Sometimes it's neither, and it's just them making excuses to stay over at each other's houses ("I had a beer, so maybe I shouldn't drive"; "I don't wanna drive home in the rain"; "your place is closer to work anyways").

Eventually, they stop making excuses altogether after the night Eddie looks at Steve in the dim light of the trailer and simply murmurs, "I don't want you to go."

After that, most nights look something like this:

Eddie, wrapped around Steve with his chest to Steve's back, pressed together from head to toe, sharing warmth to fend off the broken limbs and cursed bats that haunt their nightmares.

Steve, running his fingers through Eddie's hair while they wait for sleep to take them - Steve on his back, and Eddie with his head resting on Steve's chest and an arm thrown across Steve's stomach, draped across him protectively.

Eddie, curling towards a trembling Steve after a nightmare, foreheads pressed together while Eddie uses gentle hands to wipe away the tears and murmurs soft comforts until the vice around Steve's lungs loosens its grip.

Steve, spooning Eddie from behind, his own knees tucked into the backs of Eddie's, his face buried in the warm juncture of Eddie's neck, and Eddie's soft curls brushing against Steve's cheeks.

It's just them - Eddie and Steve and Steve and Eddie - in the darkest hours, night after night. Sharing breaths and trading secrets and granting trust until one day, Steve wakes up to the feeling of Eddie's warm body against his own, and Eddie's soft breath on his skin, and he realizes that somewhere along the line, something changed.

Somewhere along the line, between nightmares and secrets and achingly gentle touches, Steve fell in love.

And, God, he's still falling.

Eddie wakes only moments later, rolling over beneath Steve's arm so they're no longer spooning, but facing each other, his big, brown eyes landing on Steve's to fix him with a sleepy smile. It's beautiful. Eddie is beautiful, and Steve can't believe he didn't see it before.

He grants Eddie a smile in return, along with a soft, raspy, "Hi."

Eddie's smile widens. "Hi."

Steve stares at him for a long moment, gaze lingering on Eddie's long lashes, on the freckles that dot Eddie's nose and cheeks, so close now that Steve could count them, if he wanted to. He thinks he probably will, one day. The look in Eddie's eyes is soft and open, and the unabashed love shining through them nearly knocks the air from Steve's lungs.

"Did you know?" Steve asks softly, brushing their noses together. "Did you know that I'm in love with you?"

Steve hears Eddie's breath catch. He watches Eddie's eyes widen. "No," Eddie breathes. "But I hoped. God, I fucking hoped."

Steve swallows as his entire body tingles with emotion. He's so happy he sort of wants to cry. He thinks he might, if Eddie keeps looking at him like that - like Steve is a goddamn miracle. "Yeah?" Steve whispers.

Eddie nods, a wobbly smile forming on his lips. "Yeah, Stevie. Don't know if I would've survived, if it was just me."

Steve can't help himself. He kisses Eddie's forehead, lets his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away. "It's not just you, Eds. Promise."

And that morning, Steve Harrington learns yet another thing about Eddie Munson. He learns how Eddie kisses - like Steve is something beautiful. Precious. Worth taking care of. Like Eddie loves him, and Steve loves Eddie.

Steve learns how Eddie kisses, and he thinks it's probably his favorite thing he's learned yet.

[devondespresso]

Restless (Ed, go to fucking sleep)

G | 431 words | ao3 link | Steddie | no cw, just sleepy boys 💤💙

STWG Prompt: only one bed

Thanks to @tinytalkingtina for checking the clarity for me!! Graphics by @/saradika-graphics

The small bed shook again, the third time in the past minute. Few minutes. Steve had no fucking idea.

He breathed out deeply but quietly, trying to relax and keep his frustration discreet. Steve buried the side of his face further into his pillow, pressing into the fabric underneath him, wishing he could just be surrounded in the still, deafening softness.

The bed shook a fourth time, and the huff that escaped was neither relaxing nor discreet, so he went ahead and pushed up to flip himself around.

"Sorry..." Eddie muttered, sitting up a bit to flip his pillow. Again.

Steve settled down and squinted his eyes open towards him, trying to figure out what the hell Eddie kept struggling with.

Eddie flopped back down, arms crossed, the position he landed in looking comfortable enough. He held it for several seconds, long enough for Steve to think he was finally comfortable, until Eddie jerked them around again, straightening them out before folding them back.

"How's this 'sleepin like th' dead'?"

"Sorry, sorry, normally it's fine, I just... trying not to... make this weird..." Eddie said, stressing 'weird' like he wasn't himself.

"Ed, 's fine."

"Yeah. Yeah, just..." Eddie tucked his arms in awkwardly, crushing them under his torso in a way Steve's never seen him do before.

Eddie shoved an arm into a different, even more painfully uncomfortable looking spot, shaking the bed again.

"Ed, I swear to god–" Steve reached out and grabbed one hand, stopping Eddie in his tracks. Steve pulled it a little and Eddie got the message, unfolding his arms and letting them lay out in front of him.

Steve let go and dropped his arm wherever felt comfortable, then closed his eyes and exhaled into his pillow.

Eddie stayed for a second, then moved a little, though not as restless as before, the bed shifting, sinking differently ever so slightly.

Steve peeked his eyes open to find Eddie much closer to him, lying openly on his back with only one hand scrunched too close against his side, eyes wide open and trained on him.

"Is this oka–"

Steve hummed into his pillow, a tired agreement.

"'Kay..." Eddie muttered, barely there. Steve reached out again and grabbed his hand, gently pulling it out to hold it in the space between them, and again Eddie understood and followed his lead.

Eddie let out a breath, finally, as his hand let go of the tension and slotted more comfortably in Steve’s hold.

The bed stayed perfectly, blissfully still as both of them finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

[steddiewithachance]

Vampire Pancakes

A response to this writing prompt. Thought it was too cute, had to write it! @dwobbitfromtheshire

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No one really knows what to do with Eddie right now. Everyone is jittery around him, going so far as to hold their breath when he so much as twitches. Even Dustin is squinting at him with calculating eyes; he's analyzing Eddie for threat.

Eddie will continue to courteously ignore the hand that Nancy is keeping stationed on her belt conveniently close to the little pistol everyone knows she's hiding. It doesn't matter that Eddie helped them kill Vecna, or that he saved Baby Byers' life. It doesn't matter when he has sharp teeth, dark eyes, and a thirst for blood. He can't blame 'em for being scared.

Eddie thinks about his dad. Wonders if even Al would see Eddie as a monster now.

Eddie got picked on a lot as a kid and he'd often come home from school tired and weepy. Al would look up from the couch in that black tank top he always wore. He'd set down whatever he was smoking to pat the spot next to him.

"What happened Ed? Was some little shithead mean to ya?"

Eddie would nod and slump into his father's side, eyes burning from the spicy, smokey air. When Eddie pressed his face into his dad's arm, Al would pull back and pat his head with sorrowful eyes. Al didn't really know how to comfort a kid or maybe he thought that being distant was in Eddie's best interest.

"You're too soft, Ed. Ya gotta make those kids think you can pack a punch. Chin up, eyes mean, shoulders back. Make 'em intimidated, make 'em fear ya."

So like any kid who thinks their dad's word is law, Eddie listened, or tried his best at least. But his dad never said that mean eyes, dark clothes, and loud music would get him accused of witchcraft by a bunch'a angry jocks and chased straight into hell.

Now his sheepies -his kiddos- are looking at him like they're scared, like they can't trust him and that is a fucking gut punch. Because pretty early on in his high school career, he decided that his purpose was gonna be standing as a shield for other kids like him. He wanted to be a source of safety and warmth in an otherwise cold and unforgiving storm.

Being feared is lonely and sad, Eddie has discovered, and he worries this is his new permanent reality.

Eddie quietly sits through his friends hammering out the logistics of a nighttime schedule to organize sleeping shifts so someone always has an eye on him. It's sick. Eddie has to excuse himself to cry about it. He has no uncontrollable urges to eat anyone here, Steve does smell appetizing, but he wouldn't jump the guy.

He can still eat human food apprently, it barely does anything for him, but it's something. Eddie thinks it's enough to quell any feral urges he may or may not get. He thinks the party is being unreasonable about their safety precautions, but really, he'd probably do the same if there was a monster in the same house as him.

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It's a long night, he can't fall asleep but he'll pretend to so that everyone can relax a little. The changing of the guard chafes at him and makes his lip quiver. He bites his lip to prevent a wounded sound from slipping out when Robin nudges Steve awake and says it's "his turn on hell shift". Eddie jolts because he remembers he has real sharp teeth now, and biting his lip does, in fact, hurt like a bitch.

"You're not asleep, huh?" He hears whispered into the air of the big living room after Robin has settled back into sleep. It's Steve's sweet and melodic voice.

"I'm trying." He responds, brokenly.

"Wanna get some fresh air with me for a minute? I need'a smoke." Steve is already shrugging the sheets off of him and carefully stepping over his sleeping friends towards the back door. Eddie doesn't think he has a choice, but to follow. Stepping out of this stuffy room does sound like a relief though.

Eddie makes the same journey through the sea of teenagers sprawled across Steve's floor and out the sliding glass door. When he steps onto the patio, all of the crickets stop chirping around him. The night goes silent. What the fuck? Is that because of him? He loves the sound of crickets, though.

He walks over and curls up in one of the Harringtons' fancy-loungy-pool-chairs. Steve stays standing, leaning artfully against the side of his house next to the glass. He flicks open his lighter and the small flame illuminates his square jawline with a warm glow. He's so achingly handsome. He's like a movie star, or a model.

"You okay?" Steve asks conversationally.

"Not even a little."

Steve sighs and pushes off the wall to walk towards Eddie's chair. He sits at the foot of it and swivels so he's looking at Eddie.

"I'm really sorry Eddie. I can't even imagine how you must be feeling. I won't pretend to." Steve sets a hand on Eddie's ankle and Eddie could cry from the small gesture of comfort that he's practically writhing for. "I feel like what happened to you is all my fault. I know that 'sorry' wont cut it, but for the record, I am. Completely and utterly sorry." That's a silly thing to think.

"It's not your fault, are you kidding? How do you reckon it's your fault?"

"Sending you with Dustin? Alone? Putting all that responsibility on you?" Steve looks down at his cigarette with disgust. He twists it into the cold concrete next to his socked foot and looks back at Eddie. There's no fear in his expression, and for once Eddie is grateful for his reckless bravery.

"It was the best plan and we all agreed to it. Don't sweat it, Harrington." Eddie feels like he's not all there. Feels like maybe if he was more composed he could comfort Steve better, but he's hungry and dazed, sad and tired. Steve nods solemnly, and clears this throat.

"And about everyone being kind of on edge... It'll pass. I think they're all thinking about when Billy Hargrove got possessed by the mind flayer and went homicidal on us. He tried to kill all the kids."

Eddie desperately wants to hear all the other Upside down stories one day. He keeps trying to stitch together all these scraps of lore that keep getting dropped on him. He has no right to ask about something so traumatic, so he'll just be patient and wait for more lore to drop.

"Everyone's just being cautious. Vecna's dead though, so I'm not really sure who they think would possess you." Steve finishes and squeezes Eddie's lower calf where his hand rests.

"I get it. Kinda hurts my feelings, but I get it." Eddie mumbles and feels his eyes getting heavy. He wonders if he could fall asleep out here. Maybe if the crickets were still chirping and it wasn't so goddamn quiet.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." It's fine, this might not even be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

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In the morning Eddie curls himself into Steve's little kitchen nook. Eddie kind of loves the window seat, it's something his mom would have wanted, Eddie theorizes. She was always looking out windows, probably daydreaming about escaping. Eddie does it too.

The kids seem warmer this morning. There's no more hushed whispers or pointed looks. They're talking and moving around the house less cautiously. Hopefully, the stiffest interactions and the worst of their distrust is behind them. Nancy's still watching him like a hawk though.

Steve shuffles into view, his socks are bunched up around his ankles. It's cute.

He holds out a plate for Eddie with a dumb smile on his face. When Eddie reaches for it, he sees a stack of pancakes and the top pancake has a little face made out of blueberries and two whipped cream fangs. It's a vampire pancake. Steve made Eddie a sweet little vampire pancake.

"Oh my god, you're so adorable." Eddie squeaks and makes a grabby hand for the fork Steve's holding. Steve blushes and hands over the fork.

"Do you like it?" Steve asks coyly. The pancakes feel like a hug, they feel like an apology that Steve doesn't even owe.

"I love it, chef." Eddie pokes at the pancake-vampire's cheek. "I don't know if I can eat him. He's too cute." Eddie giggles. Steve looks up at him with bright sparkly eyes. God he's perfect. Eddie's hungry for him in five different ways.

Robin and Dustin come up beside Steve to look down at the plate.

"I want one!" Dustin announces loudly. Steve turns around and heads back to the stove, he looks so proud of himself.

"You can have normal pancakes. Those are special for Eddie." Steve says with a wink. Dustin looks down at Eddie and pouts at him as if Eddie has any say in who gets what kind of pancake.

"Dustin had to watch it all happen, he should get one too." Eddie tells Steve earnestly while Steve is pouring more batter into the pan.

Dustin gloats and yells "Exactly! Thank you, Eddie."

And it feels like things are gonna be okay.

[afewproblems]

I think Steve needs a secret creative hobby that he springs on the group, surprising everyone.

Sometimes, it can be a little depressing to believe that everyone you love sees you as this one guy, this dumb jock. Intellectually, he knows that the kids and Robin, Nance, and Eddie don't think he's stupid, but that doesn't make the feeling go away.

What if his mom had put him in a ballroom dancing class when he was younger? From age 7 to 12, he took dancing through an independent studio with the other rich kids. It started with ballroom, which continued into swing-dancing. He loved it.

And Steve was good.

He was fluid and graceful, an absolute natural the instructor would remark to his mother when she would come to pick him up. In fact, they were picking kids to participate in the upcoming tournament for the youth category, and Steve was a perfect candidate, the instructor said.

That was until his dad made the executive decision to pull Steve out and force him into sports after catching Steve dancing with his mom in the kitchen. Watching his son twirling around with Susan Harrington, a small indulgent smile on her face, was the final straw for Richard.

"No son of mine is going to prance around like that, like a little fairy," he snarled as he dragged Steve away from the kitchen, his firm white-knuckle grip holding Steve's small arm as they made their way up the stairs to his room.

Steve tried not to make a sound as he covered his ears to the yelling match taking place in room below him.

Steve ended up in little league the next day.

Steve still practiced though, on his own.

It wasn't as though he hadn't made friends in that class, kids who kept on with it.

He missed it, he missed them. He missed how he felt when dancing.

It was freeing.

Carla Neilson taught him the new steps, things she continued to learn while Steve played baseball, basketball, and eventually made the swim team in highschool.

Swimming would probably be the closest he would get to that feeling of gliding along the floor, that grace and fluidity never really leaving him.

He had been a decent player at one time because of his quick feet, but that was before Billy Hargrove rolled into town. Steve never quite learned how to plant his feet because dancing always kept him moving, Hargrove seemed to enjoy pointing out how truly 'fairy-like' he was as he made his way across the court. Those words, the same words his father had hissed at him, all those years ago left him cold and hurt.

He stops dancing after that.

It's not until years later, after Vecna, after Billy dies and his Father disowns him, after he kisses Eddie for the first time and he finally feels like he can breath again that the group finds out.

It's at a party. Everyone of age is a little tipsy or faded at this point in the evening and playing a question game, the kids roll their eyes at their older friends antics and stick to the Nintendo across the living room of Steve and Eddie's apartment.

The question of, 'What is your hidden talent,' comes up and everyone takes their turn.

Robin recites the alphabet backwards, not blinking or pausing the entire way which everyone applauds for once she's finished.

Nancy does a quick handstand and takes three steps backward before dropping her legs back to the ground, she curtsies with a sly smile and laughs as she sits next to Robin again who is staring at Nancy like shes never seen her before.

Eddie thinks for a moment before lifting his hand to his mouth and blows out an impressively loud whistle that prompts Mike to tell them all off for being loud.

Jonathan blows a giant smoke ring while Argyle moonwalks around the living room, earning the pair of them a chorus of woops and applause.

Everyone turns to Steve once Argyle drops back to his seat next to Jonathan, "Alright brochacho you're up man," he says with a hazy smile.

Steve thinks for a moment, looking around at everyone, all of these people who love him, and makes a decision.

"Uh, yeah okay, I've got one," he says slowly before standing up from the loveseat he's sharing with Eddie, "but I'll need a volunteer and some music".

"Oh my God," Robin stage whispers to Nancy, "is he going to do magic right now? Steven Harrington can you do magic??"

Steve snorts and rolls his eyes, "I think I found my volunteer," he holds out his hand for Robin to take as Eddie stands up to turn on their second-hand record player they got from Uncle Wayne as a house warming.

"Uh, one of mine Eds," Steve says with a slight shake to his voice, "something with a beat".

"Oh shit," Robin chokes out as Steve tugs her close. She nearly stumbles, but his arms hold her up.

Eddie smirks like it's a challenge and pulls out Whitney Houston, earning a smile from Jonathan and a small, 'really?' from Nancy.

Argyle laughs, "Heck Yeah man, Whitney rocks dude, turn that shit up!"

Steve smiles and takes a deep breath, his heart is racing but he doesn't care in this moment, he looks at Eddie who is grinning at him, a slightly curious look on his face.

And it's like riding a bike, he leads Robin across the small space twirling and dipping her as she squeals and tries to follow.

Steve probably could have picked a slightly less clumsy volunteer, but he loves Robin and showing her, showing them all, this part of himself after hiding it for so long just means the world to him.

He keeps his own feet fast, keeping the beat but moving Robin where she needs to be as they glide over the carpet, he spins her out and then back into his arms as the song ends, they are both breathing heavily by the time the last note rings out and Robin can't contain her hands from smacking into Steve's chest as she yells, "Who the fuck are you! Dingus how could you hide this!"

Steve blushes as Eddie comes up behind him to hook his head over his shoulder as his arms come up to wrap around Steve's waist.

"Fancy footwork dude," Argyle says nodding at Jonathan who is looking at Steve with fascination.

"When did you learn to dance?" Nancy asks, her voice soft and kind, as though she knows exactly how big this is for him.

"I will accept the fact that you did not pick me to dance just now if I can be your partner next time," Eddie says into Steve's ear, letting his teeth graze the lobe slightly making Steve shiver and laugh.

El and Max refuse to let him sit down for the rest of the night, insisting that he do that spinning move with each of them until all of the kids demand a turn.

Even Mike.

And he loves them all, happy to have finally shared this piece of himself with all of them. His heart is full.

[manwrre]

headcanon steve is super ultra mega overprotective of his boyfriend, billy. this, i know for a fact because he told me so literally today.

i feel like he’s one of the few people who truly acknowledges and remembers that billy’s actually younger than him?? and younger than he looks in general. outwardly, he kinda gets it— billy’s a bit above average height and has honed his body into something solid and firm. his voice carries and his attitude is reinforced by his ability to pack a freaking punch, so yea, he knows what it looks like. he knows what it feels like.

but even when billy’s all wound up and angry, all steve sees is a boy who’s had to be anything but himself for as long as he’s been alive. he sees a boy who hasn’t had anyone in his corner ever since his mom died and has been forced to fight all of his battles alone; without the comfort of support or solace.

and this remains true, even after starcourt, when billy is admittedly more vulnerable; even when he’s back on his own two feet and his sonofabitch father intends on making his life a living hell. and steve remembers the hell that billy had been put through that night—how cold he had been in his arms and logically, threatens the beat the shit out of neil hargrove.

okay, he doesn’t but he does remind him, rather pointedly, that he knows “hopper, the chief?” just to watch the smug expression bleed off of the older man’s face. he takes advantage of neil hargrove’s terse silence and helps billy pack most of his things evenly into the camaro and beemer.

and living away from neil does wonders to billy. he’s a little bit shyer, a little softer but it’s much like a child who’s been gifted this wonder and is waiting for the other boot to drop.

everyone still anticipates the blonde’s sneering and spitting but he’s the only one looking for the barely perceptible shake of his hands. he’s the only one who knows, privately, that billy’s only storming out because he’s staving off hot tears.

so when the party comes over to steve’s house for game night and billy makes himself scarce, steve knows it’s because he’d rather disappear, than possibly face their rejection or be the root of their discomfort.

he understands that billy knows how important time with the kids is for him; how much he adores them. and as the night goes on, steve realizes just how much he’s missed having them around at his. he’s glittering, gleaming— happy.

that is, until their game runs a little too late and eventually, steve hears footsteps padding downstairs.

he’s not the only one that does, though and there’s a pause in their shouting, as everyone’s heads swivel in the direction of the noise.

and there he is, halfway down the stairs and rubbing at his eyes.

billy’s pretty and groggy and steve can just barely make out how sleep-swollen his cheeks are; how soft and sweet he looks. god, he’s so in love with him. he wants to kiss him so badly— “what’s he doing here?”

and that’s all it takes for the smile to get wiped off of steve’s face. his expression shutters and he can feel it happen, knows he must look furious. “you—“ he points a finger at mike and hikes it over his shoulder. “kitchen, now.”

there’s a different kind of silence now in the room and steve doesn’t even look at billy to see exactly what his face is doing in response right now, not when he’s too busy staring mike down. and poor mike, he’s still indignant and defensive about it all as he splutters out a, “but we were all thinking it,” which just makes things worse.

and so, right then and there, he’s all, “you don’t get to come in here— into our home and make him feel less than. things are different now and you don’t have to be his biggest fan but that, you won’t do that,” clearly speaking to everyone in the room. anyway, billy’s touched, it’s all so very sweet because steve’s in his corner and they live happily ever after like all the gays should.

[were-wolverine]

thinking about steve answering the door of eddie’s trailer after staying the night, wearing just boxers and eddie’s hellfire shirt. his hair is a mess and he’s all sleep-soft, there’s definitely a few hickies on his neck, he’s rubbing at his eyes and yawning, and he definitely just woke up.

he opens his eyes to see max’s shocked face right as it turns into a knowing smirk. he groans; she’s going to be absolutely insufferable about this.

steve can hear eddie bumbling around the trailer behind him, and responds to eddie’s yell of who is it? with an eye roll and it’s mayfield!

the noise from inside stops and eddie wanders to the door, peeking over steve’s shoulder with narrowed eyes.

“whaddya want, red?”

max smirk grows when she sees eddie looking similarly rumpled, and she shrugs.

“i was gonna ask for a ride but clearly you two are busy so,” she snickers, “i’ll ask again later.”

with that she turns and walks down the porch steps, leaving them staring after her in confusion.

steve closes the door behind him and leans against it, his hands covering his burning face.

eddie, assuming that steve is panicking about max knowing, tries to reassure him.

“red wont tell anyone until you’re ready, i’ll make sure of it.”

steve looks up incredulously, mind buffering before he realizes what eddie thinks is happening.

“they all already know i like guys,” he waves away eddie’s concern, “it’s not that.”

“what is it then?” eddie asks, lost.

steve blushes and says “that was so fucking awkward! we totally look like we hooked up!”

“well,” eddie argues, “we did.”

steve groans and pushes eddie’s grinning face away.

“you know what i mean asshole.”

***

“you owe me ten dollars,” max crows into the walkie.

dustin screeches "what?!?" right as max holds the walkie away from her ear (it's instinct at this point whenever she radios dustin).

"ten dollars, dustybun!"

"how- when- MAX??" dustin splutters.

max just laughs and turns off the walkie; he'll figure it out eventually

[imfinereallyy]

Steve likes to sleep on Eddie’s chest. He likes to be touching every sliver of skin without being overwhelmed by another body. Eddie’s love feels open like this, stretched out for him to hold, giving him a place of safety. Steve’s grateful the man is a weirdo who likes to sleep on his back. Most sane people sleep on their sides or stomach but no—Eddie Munson enjoys his hair pulled up and cold feeling of a pillow on the back of his neck.

But Steve never complains. He likes that Eddie is strange. He has never been much for tradition cuddling. It always feels. suffocating, wrapped up with nowhere to go. A battle of power of some sorts. But this right here, with Steve’s ear pressed against Eddie’s slow heartbeat, lulling him softly to sleep as he curls into Eddie’s side…Steve’s pretty sure he has to thank a god he doesn’t believe in for letting him this close to a place—a person he can finally call home.

[kyhgwts]

Summary: when Eddie needs a place to live and so Steve let’s him crash at his apartment. But Eddie comes to find out that Steve has a girlfriend, no one had known about. And Eddie is just about to get a glimpse of how much he wishes he was Steve… or you he doesn’t really- (6.7k)

WARNINGS: Clinginess, size kink(not really), very shy y/n(at first), social anxiety mentions, fighting, angst (kinda?), hurt/comfort, fingering, squirting, vanilla!Steve, Vanilla!Reader (until Eddie changes her mind), dacryphilia, pet names(?) (sweet girl, sweetheart, baby, etc), Eddie says ‘little’ to reader a lot but it doesn’t mean anything it’s just something i think fits his character, this might be bad so sorry in advance. I ended up really not liking this… :( (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Eddie and Steve) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x SHY!FemReader x Eddie Munson

part two

Eddie was glad he was able to crash at Steve’s, rather than living in Wayne’s trailer. Don’t get him wrong, he loved his dear uncle but sometimes Eddie wanted his own space. Even if he doesn’t necessarily have his own space with Steve, at least it’s someone his age.

But what he was not expecting was when your little figure walked right out of Steve’s room, in only a t-shirt. You yawned rubbing your eyes before you took notice of Eddie’s presence, which was him sitting at the kitchen island eating cereal.

You stopped in your tracks, staring at him with wide eyes, before you ran off back to Steve’s room. Eddie stared at the closed door for a minute, before he got up to get the phone.

‘Hello, this is-“

‘Why didn’t you tell me about the girl.’ Eddie demanded, cutting Steve off.

‘Oh. um y/n you mean?’ he asked, Eddie let out a frustrated sigh.

‘Well fucking hell Steve, i didn’t even get to know her name she walked out here, mind you in only a t-shirt and once she noticed me she scurried on back to your room.’ Eddie said, Steve almost laughed but kept his composure.

‘She’s just a shy girl, i told her that i was having someone live in the apartment for a while. As for you i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, no one else really knows about her’ Steve says, Eddie furrows his brows.

‘Is she your girlfriend?’ Eddie asks confusion deep in his voice. Steve sighs, leaning against the counter.

‘yeah, but she’s shy so- she didn’t really want anyone to know’ Steve explains, Eddie hums.

‘Well she looked terrified of me.’

‘Everyone is terrified of you Ed’s look in the mirror man’ Steve laughed, Eddie grumbled saying his goodbyes before hanging up.

Eddie took his seat back on the stool, finishing his now soggy cereal.

-

You hadn’t come out at all that day, that is until you heard the jingles of Steve’s keys and then the front door opening. You sit up, getting out of the bed. You open the door peeking out of it, seeing Steve close the door behind him and putting his keys on the kitchen counter.

He spots you and you smile sweetly, he walks over to you walking into the room. Eddie had been watching the whole thing from the couch.

-

‘Have you even eaten today sweet girl?’ he asked, a little frustrated that you let your social anxiety take over.

‘Um… no. I got scared!’ you whine, he lets out a sigh shaking his head.

‘Eddie is no one you should be scared of’ he explains getting out of his work clothes, changing into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

‘You sure’ you whisper, he nods walking over to you and giving you a kiss to the forehead.

‘Come on, you gotta at least be civil to him and say hi.’ Steve says giving you a pair of his boxers, you pout but put them on anyways.

You walk behind Steve as he opens the door, staying behind him. You can sense the presence of another human, and you don’t like it.

‘Say hi’ Steve says, to which you then make yourself visible to the other one whispering a small hi as you look down at your feet.

‘Hi there, would have introduced myself this morning if you hadn’t run off.’ Eddie jokes making you relax a little at his soft laugh.

‘Sorry, i’m y/n’ you whisper, taking a chance at looking at the other man.

‘No worries, i’m Eddie’ he said smiling, his heart absolutely melted at your soft aura.

‘Nice to meet you’ you say avoiding eye contact. Eddie grins looking over at Steve mouthing ‘real shy huh?’ Steve just grins back nodding.

‘Nice to meet you too’ Eddie laughs slightly, you burn up taking note that there is another person staring at you other than Steve.

You make thin line with your lips humming a small ‘mhm’, walking back into Steve’s room. Eddie watched as you shut the door, and he just laughed.

‘Well god dammit Steven, you didn’t tell me she was that shy.’ Eddie said in amusement, Steve rolled his eyes at the name.

‘i told you, she’s just very antisocial she’ll warm up to you’ Steve explained walking to the kitchen to make you something to eat.

-

The next morning wasn’t so bad, you had not been scared to walk out of Steve’s room to make something to eat. But you still avoided eye contact with Eddie.

He talked to you and you would talk back, and you surprisingly found the company comforting. Steve had work what felt like all the time, so you’d be at his apartment alone. Having someone to talk to gave you a sort of comfort.

‘When did you two start dating?’ Eddie asked as you placed your food on a plate.

‘um… about 5months ago’ you whispered, Eddie hums.

‘Yeah, no one knows. I don’t like people that much’ you mumble, Eddie chuckles making you almost loose your breath. It’s a sound that Steve makes sometimes, and it makes your stomach flutter.

Eddie had tried to engage in you, per Steve’s request.

‘just try and talk to her please, she just needs an extra push’

‘you’d make good friends with El, she’s a quiet little thing like you’ Eddie says and for some reason you blushed.

‘Yeah that’s what Stevie tells me’ You hadn’t even realized you let the name you call him slip, if Eddie had noticed he had no point in showing it.

You place your plate down next to Eddie and happily eat.

-

As the days went on you began to be more comfortable around Eddie.

Eddie had explained he was leaving to go visit his uncle, and Steve took that chance. He knew you were dying on the inside, because he had told you that you had to hold off on the sex for a while. You guys already didn’t have much sex, so you were going on about 3 weeks without sex.

So when he got you on the couch, kissing down your pretty neck you relished in it.

You were sex deprived?

So when Steve was taking things slow you practically cried. Pouting at him, saying how you’ve been good and waited.

‘Yes, and i’m so proud of you baby’ he replied.

Steve was the soft type, surprisingly.

-

You were so close, pleading him. So far down into your own mind that you hadn’t heard the front door. Quite frankly neither did Steve, and when Eddie walked in he got a glimpse of just what he wanted.

‘Steve!’ it was a cry out from you that had Eddie freezing in his spot. He stared for a good minute, watching the way Steve’s face contorted with pleasure.

He grew hard in his pants, before either of you could see him he walked back out. Rushing to his van.

He slammed the door, sitting in his seat. Running his hands through his hair. It was running through his mind.

You laying there, all needy and submissive to Steve as he helped you- god.

‘FUCK!’ Eddie hit his wheel, he’s fucked. He leaned down to the wheel thinking for a moment.

He started his van driving off.

-

‘And i just stood there Robin.’ Eddie said, Robin sighed as she listened to him.

‘Who were you attracted to?’ she asked suddenly, Eddie paused looking at her.

‘I- her obviously i mean-‘ he stopped himself when Robin gave him a look.

‘Why are you looking at me like that.’ he stated, she sat down next to him.

‘because i don’t believe you.’ she said, Eddie raised an eyebrow.

‘Wha-‘

‘You walked in on Steve having sex with some one, and you watched. What if it was Jonathan? Do you think he would stand there and watch Steve fuck someone?’ She asked, Eddie froze.

‘Who were you attracted to Eddie.’ she asked again, Eddie swallowed thickly leaning back into the couch.

‘Both of them.’ he said.

-

Later that night you were nearly asleep when you heard the sound of keys, and the door opening. You felt Steve pull out of the bed and opening the bedroom door. Then there was faint talking, your bedroom door making it muffled.

‘Where were you?’ Steve asked, Eddie just gave a raised eyebrow.

‘my uncles. i told you-‘

‘yeah you told me you’d be back by 10’ Steve cut him off, Eddie gave a confused look.

‘I’m sorry? i didn’t know i was on a curfew’ Steve rolled his eyes.

‘I’m just saying you could have called to say you were staying later or something.’ Steve said, Eddie has been through too much and now Steve is showing that stupid motherly friend side of him and it’s not helping.

‘Ok sorry’ he mumbled walking to the kitchen to get water, he went over it with Robin. How to tell Steve, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘You scared y/n you know’ Steve mumbled, Eddie froze at this. He shut the door, water bottle in hand.

‘Well- i- sorry i didn’t mean to’ he said walking off to the couch.

You were sitting at the door listening to them.

‘Why are you acting like that?’ Steve says, Eddie stops and looks back at him.

‘like what?’ Eddie asks, Steve just stares at him a moment longer.

‘i don’t know- weird’ Steve asks, Eddie lets out a bitter laugh that makes your stomach drop.

‘i thought i was already weird’ Eddie says, Steve just rolls his eyes.

‘Okay whatever, i’m not gonna try talking to you if you’re acting like that’ Steve says, Eddie ignores him.

You hear Steve’s footsteps and you jump up from the floor backing away. He walks in and notices you frantic look.

‘Were you listening?’ he asks, you nod shyly.

‘Sorry, i don’t know what’s up with him’ Steve mumbles, he just kinda stands there.

‘Maybe he just- needs to sleep, we all need sleep sometimes’ you mumble, Steve gives you a small smile kissing you on the forehead.

‘yeah’ he whispered.

-

It got harder and harder for Eddie to keep his composure around you. To you he was more sweet but to Steve… he just plain out ignored him.

It irritated Steve enormously. He hadn’t figured out why Eddie had been so different around him, it’s almost like he was scared of Steve.

One day you had been asleep in Steve’s room when Eddie walked in. Steve writing something down about rent. When he saw Eddie he got up, moving towards him.

‘Ok ed’s, what is your deal?’ Steve asked in a hushed tone, trying not to wake you up.

‘What do you mean?’ Eddie asked confused.

‘You know what i fucking mean. You’ve been avoiding me like the plague!’ Steve says.

It tipped Steve off, Eddie was his- friend. Eddie was his friend who wasn’t paying attention to him.

‘I- i’ve just been busy’ Eddie says, Steve doesn’t buy it, not one fucking bit.

‘Yeah fucking right! Y/n said you’ve been perfectly normal to her?!’ Eddie freezes at that.

‘Listen it’s just- complicated…’ Eddie tried to reason but Steve is not pleased.

‘GEEZ EDS LET ME HELP YOU OR SOMETHING?! YOU’RE AVOIDING ME AND ITS DRIVING ME UP THE WALL!’ Steve hadn’t meant to shout, but it was hard not to when he felt like what he did.

‘Where’s y/n?’ Eddie asked looking around, Steve just stared at him.

‘She’s sleeping.’ he said blankly.

‘Do you like my girlfriend?’ he accused, Eddie looked stunned.

Steve had thought about it a few times, scared it was true.

‘What? where- where is this coming from.’ Eddie protested.

‘DO YOU LIKE MY GIRLFRIEND?’ Steve shouted again, Eddie was pulled back.

‘I- Steve listen…’

Steve hated this feeling. He was infuriated. But it wasn’t because Eddie liked his girlfriend, it was because Eddie he didn’t like him. His eyes burned and he hadn’t realized tears had grown.

Steve’s head went into a spiral, had he liked Eddie? No. He liked his girlfriend, god he loved her.

‘I walked in on you guys the other day when i said i was going to Wayne’s- i came back a little early i didn’t think- i hadn’t thought and i walked in on you two on the couch-‘ Eddie slowly explained, Steve just stood there in shock.

‘I just… um my mind went a little crazy and i just froze. I ran off to Robins and i told her about it, she kept on asking me who i was attracted to- and i- i just couldn’t set my mind um,’ Eddie didn’t know how to say it.

‘You like both of us.’ Steve said, breathing uneven. Eddie’s head snapped up in alarm.

They both stayed silent, scared to be the first one to talk. Eddie swallowed thickly, Trying to gather his thoughts.

‘Yeah’ he mumbled, his hands went wet.

There was nothing else to say, they both felt frozen.

Eddie knew deep down that he never really cared who he ended up with. But Steve had grown up with entitled parents who thought they were better than everyone else.

He remembers a night where his mother complained about her cousin, who had ran off and dated a boy.

‘He’s disgusting’

He remembered the dis-taste in her voice, the venom. When he met Robin he immediately felt a pang in his heart, Robin was just being herself, she wasn’t disgusting.

Steve always tried his best to please his mom, his father never really gave him the time of day. So if he were able to please his mom then he felt like he had it all. The feeling of pleasing his mom was like winning the Nobel Prize.

But he realized that not everyone wins the Nobel Prize. And not everyone can achieve that, and that’s okay. Because in the end of the day we are all just humans trying to live, so why does it matter that he likes Eddie?

Why does his mom think he’s anything less than herself, why does she think Robin doesn’t deserve to be loved. That’s how he knew that he never really needed to please his mom, he shouldn’t have even tried. Because she was the one that was less than a human, she was the one going against someone who was just trying to love.

‘Idotoo’ Steve hadn’t realized it slipped until Eddie looked up at him in shock.

His feet looked quite interesting in the moment, but they had been blurred by the stupid water in his eyes.

‘What?’ Eddie asked, unsure he heard correctly.

‘I do too, um… you and y/n’ he mumbled looking back up at Eddie, tear streaked cheeks. Eddie just stared in shock, why was he crying?

‘Is that- is that even allowed’ Steve says letting out a nervous huff.

‘Robin said it was’ Eddie shrugged, and Steve actually felt like he could smile. He felt okay, he supposed in the moment.

‘Yeah Robin thinks it’s okay to put ketchup on eggs.’ Steve states softly, rubbing his nose and sniffing.

‘Yeah so we should trust her eh?’ Eddie says, Steve rolls his eyes.

‘You too?’ he asks in disbelief, Eddie shrugs.

‘Sorry man’

Steve hadn’t realized Eddie got any closer until he felt arms wrap around him. He stood frozen for a little until he finally let himself be himself, wrapping his arms around Eddie letting out small sobs.

He just felt okay, like he could destroy the world and bring all back together. He felt like he could actually breath.

He laid out everything to Eddie, about his mother, his father and how for so long he felt like a disappointment. But now he really didn’t care, because people like his parents can never truly be pleased.

And they thought that now they feel content in their feelings, why not make it fun?

Mess with you

-

It was the next morning Steve was already off to work, you began to walk out to the kitchen when you stopped in your tracks, Eddie was on the couch. With only boxers on.

You just stared, why? why was he so confidently spread out in the open in ONLY his boxers?!?

You just ignored it walking into the kitchen beginning to make your breakfast.

-

Eddie had been more touchy, not to the point where it made you uncomfortable but just to the point where is made you blush and want to cower.

But something that really made you blush was when he called you sweet girl, it was something you’ve only ever been called by Steve.

But it felt wrong, blushing around him. It felt so wrong, but you couldn’t help it.

-

Steve came home, dropping his keys on the counter before coming to his room.

You looked up from reading your book, he waved the movie he had in hand grinning like the cat who’s got the milk.

You sit straight up, movie nights were your favorite. And since Steve worked at family video it happened quite often, he always got discounts on new movies they got in stock.

‘What movie is it!?’ you sprint from the bed, book long forgotten. He brings down the case to show you.

‘Raising Arizona?’ you question grabbing it and looking at it. Steve shrugged, getting out of his work clothes and into new ones.

He urges you out the door, you yelp turn towards him.

‘Idontgotanypantson’ you mumble, Steve looks down at you with a questioned look.

‘Sorry baby, what?’ he leaned down to hear you, he genuinely seemed like he didn’t hear you but you never knew with Steve.

‘i don’t have any pants on Steve.’ you state, trying to make it to where Eddie couldn’t hear. Steve just grins, perfect.

‘That’s alright,’ he says

‘wait what-‘

‘Hey Eddie!’ Steve calls out to Eddie who’s laying on the couch, to which Eddie looks up from the paper he was drawing on.

You go wide eyed squealing as you tried to turn around, only to be met with Steve solid figure. He turns you back around.

‘You don’t mind if sweet girl is only in her undies do ya?’ Steve asks, this makes you flush from head to toe.

‘Nope not at all’ Eddie says laughing, why were they joking!?

‘Good because poor baby girl here is just so comfortable in only her undies’ Steve said, you close you’re eyes in embarrassment.

this is not happening right now.

this is not happening right now.

this is not happening right now.

this is not happening right now.

You reluctantly let Steve lead you to the couch, when you made it to the couch your blush had appeared much more to Eddie.

‘I don’t think she liked you ratting her out Steven’ Eddie said grinning, and the name surprised you because it seemed so foreign.

‘She’ll get over it, right’ Steve says leaning down to look at you, you glare at him but just nod.

Steve urges you to sit, a little close to Eddie but it’s okay, you’re okay. He puts in the VHS, and presses play.

When he sits back on the couch, he pulls you closer to him until you’re on his lap. You felt watched, you didn’t like it.

But once the movie went on, you all sat comfortably. Three blankets spread across. Maybe an hour or so into the movie, you were already passed out.

‘She never makes it through movies’ Steve says grinning as he picked you up. You shift slightly in his hold before relaxing.

He brought you to the room, making sure you were comfortable and tucked in before he felt.

‘Do you think she’ll ever end up liking both of us?’ Eddie asked as soon as Steve closed the door.

‘She already does, she just thinks she’s cheating on me if she does anything with you’ Steve says, Eddie gets up from the couch walking to the kitchen.

‘So how are we supposed to make her think it’s not’ Eddie says, Steve walks over to the island sitting down.

‘I could talk to her, maybe if i say she’s aloud to i’m not sure’ Steve says.

-

‘PRINCESS!’ you were in the kitchen when Steve called you to his room, you turn around from your food and walk to the room.

‘Yeah’ you ask, he waved you over and you raise your eyebrow. You shut the door behind you walking over to him.

‘I gotta talk to you’ he says softly, you were becoming scared. He grabbed your waist pulling you down onto his lap.

‘Should i be scared’ you mumble, he grinned and just shook his head.

‘no of course not, unless you got something to tell me’ he laughs, you just shake you head no.

‘Ok so,’ he slaps his hand down on your thigh as he begins his talk.

‘I’ve noticed, that you get lonely when i’m at work. Locking yourself in my room, and don’t even lie i get told’ Steve says, you blush at that.

‘Well yeah i don’t really have anything to do while you’re gone’ you whisper looking down drawing circles on his jean covered thigh.

‘Which is why i’m making you a deal’ You look up at him in question.

‘a deal?’

‘Yes. I talked to Ed’s, and we both were talking about how devastating it must be, i mean i’m gone lots. So what i’m allowing you to do is when you miss me or need something you can go to Ed’s’ He explains slowly, you just stare at him in shock.

‘Wait… like anything?’ you ask, Steve nods.

‘Wouldn’t that be cheating?’ you mumble, Steve shakes his head no.

‘not if i’ve told you i’m okay with it, and i know it’s happening’ he says, you just sit there confused.

‘Why would you let me do things with Eddie? i’m doing quite fine being lonely’ you say, scared it was a test.

‘Sweet girl, i’m just saying you can you don’t have to’ he explains.

‘i know… i’m just confused’ you say softly, Steve just smiles.

‘Just know if you get… i don’t know needy? then you can go to Ed’s for help’ he said, you just stared at him.

‘really?’ Steve could hear the hint of excitement under what was a voice that you used to try and hide your real feelings.

‘Yeah, i feel bad that you don’t have someone to keep you busy’ he said, you just stare at him in thought.

‘I mean, i keep myself quite busy’ you say looking around realizing you had things left out from throughout the days.

‘I know you do. But like i said, you can you don’t have to’ he said, you just couldn’t wrap your head around it.

You knew he was giving you permission, you understand that. But what you didn’t understand was why he was giving it to you. Why would he want a different boy touching his girlfriend, having sex with his girlfriend. It didn’t make sense, but he said you could and you would.

Even though it felt so wrong, you just couldn’t help but like both the boys. Of course you leaned more to Steve, but if he started letting you do things with Eddie you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop.

-

Steve had left to work, and you felt scared to leave the room. You didn’t know if it would be the same between you and Eddie. Now that his friend told him it was okay to have sex with his girlfriend.

You finally exit the room to get some water, Eddie was at the island eating cereal.

‘Hey’ you whispered softly, Eddie looks up from his cereal bowl and smiles.

‘Hello’ he says, you grab out things to make your food.

The first two days were just awkward to say the least, but one night it broke.

‘Look sweet girl, i’m sorry i don’t want me to go either. But if i don’t my mother will make sure to make my life a living hell, i’ll only be gone two nights. You have ed’s’ He says, you sigh.

You knew you were clingy, especially with Steve. But it’s not your fault when he treated you so well and spoiled you. He gave into your clinginess.

-

Steve had moved outside of Hawkins after what had happened, he hated that town. It made his skin crawl. So when his mom asked him to come back and spend some time with family that was coming down it made his stomach drop.

He honestly just wished to cut off all cords with his mom, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was harder than what it sounded like.

-

You laid in his bed, not able to go to sleep. You were spoiled, you slept each night in Steve’s arms ever since you got together.

You shuffled a bit in the bed before letting out a small whine. You huffed sitting up, walking to the bathroom. When you came back out you grabbed the small blanket that was on top of the big one, wrapping it around you and walking out the door.

Eddie was laid on the couch, peacefully asleep. You knew neither of them cared but it still made you feel guilty sleeping with another guy. Steve had told you over the past few days, he consisted on it actually. So you tried to calm yourself down, but before you could your feet were already bringing you to the couch.

You just wanted a good nights sleep, that’s all. You stood next to the couch for a moment, taking a deep breath. Looking back at the bedroom door, you almost just left back to the room until you heard Eddie move.

You looked back and he was half awake rubbing his eyes, looking up at you with squinted eyes. You just kinda stand there till you get embarrassed and mumble out words.

‘What?’ he asks sitting up on the couch, you play with the ends of the blanket nervously.

‘I can’t go to sleep’ you say keeping your eyes on the blanket. Eddie just eyes you, still half awake. Before it all registers in his brain, remembering Steve was gone and you were all alone in the bed.

He clears his throat scooting back on the couch, lifting up the blanket that was laid on him. Your heart stutters and you quickly join him before your mind second guess’ it.

And you actually felt comfortable, even though you hated Steve’s couch. Eddie brought the blanket back down onto both of you, pulling you closer so you weren’t hanging off the edge.

And your eyes start to drift off, the smell of Eddie surrounding you in the best way.

But you froze when Eddie began to do something Steve always did to help you sleep. He began to slowly rub his thumb back and forth over your hip.

It was some what like a turning page in your head, showing that Eddie and Steve weren’t that different. They both made you feel safe, they both gave you butterflies. And most of all they both made you feel loved.

You never knew you could feel loved by two people at the same time. It felt freeing, and it felt so good.

‘Steve told me, your guys’ deal’ you whispered, Eddie froze a bit.

‘Yeah?’ Eddie asked voice rough, you slightly nod.

‘I’ve never felt this way before’ you mumble, Eddie pulls his eyebrows together.

‘What do you mean sweet girl’ Eddie asked cautiously.

‘Loved, Steve made me feel loved just by himself but now you both make me feel loved.’ You say, Eddie stays silent for a moment.

‘That’s because we do love you y/n.’ he whispered, and it sounded surreal. It didn’t sound right in your ears.

To be wanted by Steve was a huge thing, but to be wanted by two people was hard to grasp.

‘You love me?’ you ask, Eddie hums.

‘Steve knows?’ you ask, Eddie sighs nodding.

‘Do you love us?’ Eddie asks before telling you, you think for a moment.

‘Yeah… yeah i guess i do, but i didn’t know i was allowed to’ you say, Eddie turns you to him.

‘Here’s the thing sweetheart, me and Steve also love each other. So, we all love each other.’ He explains, and it just makes sense. It was right, you loved both of them and they both loved you and each other.

‘I like that’ you say smiling, Eddie gives back a soft smile.

‘Me too’ he whispered, you stare at him hunger shown in your eyes.

‘am i allowed to kiss you’ you ask, Eddie chuckles at you.

And he answers by leaning down and giving you a kiss, you melt into him. He begins to get on top of you, pulling back to let you catch your breath before going back.

It felt so right, his hands on your hips while his soft lips guided yours. When he began to kiss down to your jawline, then your neck. You grabbed handfuls of his hair, whining.

Eddie grinned, pushing your head back so he could get access to that one spot Steve had told him about.

‘If you just get that one spot, she won’t be able to make coherent words’

When he sucked on it you gasped, your hips bucking.

Steve and you didn’t have sex very often, and when you did it was soft.

So when Eddie begin to bite and roughly hold your hips down, you gave a pout.

‘Why you pouting, hm?’ he asks, you grunt trying to move your hips.

‘You are being very impatient right now, Steve didn’t teach you how to behave?’ Eddie asks, you paw at his chest with a frustrated whine.

‘What?’ you ask breathlessly, the feeling of his mouth still lingering on your neck.

‘You get everything you want from Steve? He fuck you when you ask, and he lets you tell him what to do?’ Eddie says, you nod with a confused face.

‘So what i’m hearing is you are a spoiled thing’ he says grinning, you shake your head.

‘i’m not spoiled’ you protest, Eddie just laughs at you.

‘no? then why don’t you be a good girl and be patient, yeah?’ he says, and your insides twist at the tone of his voice. You nod your head.

His hands slid under your shirt making you shiver. You moan when his hands come over your bare breasts.

Eddie noticed how reactive you were to everything he was doing. It led him to think you didn’t get this as much as you should have. You’re eyes were blown wide, just wanting to please him.

‘Stevie doesn’t fuck you enough does he?’ He cooed, you whine shaking your head.

‘You poor thing’ he says with sarcastic sympathy, you pout.

He helps you take off your shirt, throwing it to the side. His fingers hook into the waist band of your pajama shorts, he leaves them there for a second to give you time to change your mind. You just lift your hips up in answer, he chuckles at you pulling down your shorts.

‘fuck, your soaking your little panties’ Eddie grinned when you blushed. You turn your head in embarrassment, he turns your head to meet his eyes. You hated making eye contact it killed you inside.

‘Got you embarrassed hm?’ he says, you roll your eyes trying to hide the fact that you were very much indeed embarrassed.

‘Oh? so you’ve got attitude’ he says, turning your chin roughly. Your eyes were so blown wide it made you even more harder to resist.

You shake your head, he just narrows his eyes.

‘You’d think you would be grateful, i’m being so nice to you sweet girl. I can be mean.’ He says making your eyes go wide.

mean?

‘Steve doesn’t get rough with you? does he baby you?’ Eddie says, slowly discarding your underwear.

You didn’t answer too distracted by his fingers being everywhere but where you wanted them.

‘You know, i wouldn’t buy you for the vanilla type,’ Eddie says, finger pressing into your entrance making you moan.

When his finger is fully seated in you, you grab hands full of his hair.

‘You don’t love the idea of me fucking you so hard to the point where you can’t even say your own name, you don’t want me to be mean to you while i give you pleasure?’ he says, you shake your head no but your insides tell you yes when you clench around his finger.

When his finger begins a pace you mewl, pushing your hips down. He then adds a second finger making you gasp.

Sure you’ve gotten way bigger, but just the way he was being rough had your mind spiraling.

‘Oh but you do like it rough, don’t ya princess?’ he asks, you don’t answer trying to stand your ground. You hated it when you weren’t right, especially about your own self.

He just laughs at you, because he knew he was right. He felt your pussy clench down on his fingers, he knew you liked it.

Soon his two fingers were pounding into you, and it felt so foreign. Steve was the one to take your virginity, and ever since all you’ve known is soft sex. So for Eddie to show you such roughness made you question why Steve has never done it, because quite frankly it felt so good.

The continuous hits of his fingers into you were making you go crazy. Your hips bucked up as you whine throwing your hands down to claw your hands into the couch.

‘i- i eddieeee’ you whine loosing your breath when he hits a particular spot.

‘ohmygod’ you try to keep your composure but you couldn’t, he was relentless.

‘Ah! just what i was looking for’ he grins, leaning down to kiss on your neck.

‘This is mean!’ you protest, he just laughs hot air fanning your neck.

‘You can tell me to stop, do you want me to stop?’ he says, you groan shaking your head.

‘Than shut up and be a good girl for me yeah?’ he says, and when your body shivers it gives him all the answers he needs.

You hadn’t even realized the tear that rolled down your cheek till he kissed it away. But you weren’t sad… just overwhelmed. The pleasure drew you so far you felt like you were floating.

And when he landed his thumb on your clit, you exploded. Eyes rolling back as you saw stars, thighs shaking. And small sobs erupting from you as you bask in the feelings you just went through.

When your brain was finally brought back to life you looked down and your eyes go wide.

did you pee?!?

You look up at Eddie in fear, he just pulls you up carrying you. You wince when he sits you on the bathroom counter.

‘Sorry baby’ it was so distant but it made you fuzzy on the inside nonetheless.

You meet his eyes your dazed stare making him smile. You gasp when you felt a warm rag drag up your folds. You were picked back up, and taken into Steve’s room. When you got in Eddie placed you down on the bed, walking off.

‘Where are you going!’ him walking you off snaps you out of your daze.

‘I’m just going to get you some clothes sweet girl’ he says, you sigh laying back down.

When he comes back he helps you put on one of Steve’s shirts and a pair of panties. You sigh when you get under the cold sheets, you grab his hand pulling him down with you. He laughs a little getting under the sheets with you.

Instead of it being awkward, this time you snuggle into him liking the warmth and comfort he radiated. He smiles to himself bringing you close, his arm wrapped tightly around you.

When his hand trails up under your shirt and starts to rub your back, his short nails grazing against your skin you melt into him.

‘Good night’ you whisper, he mumbles it back kissing your cheek.

And somehow, you end up falling asleep just as good as you would if it was Steve.

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You woke up to the jingles of keys and the opening of the front door, but you were too lost in sleep to care.

But when you felt the dip of the bed and someone slid into it, the soft smell of cologne and lavender your senses were alarmed. You smile when kisses were laid on your cheek. You softly laugh when he begins to attack you with kisses.

‘What are doing home early, i thought you were staying for two nights’ you say, he rolls his eyes.

‘Yeah but you know me, i could never stay that long with my family and how they are’ he said annoyance filled in his voice. It wasn’t until then did you notice there wasn’t another body in the bed.

You turn to see the bed empty, you turn back to Steve and he laughs at you.

‘He’s in the kitchen, he told me all about last night eh?’ he grinned pulling you to lay on his lap. You blush looking away.

‘And he also told me,’ Steve begin sitting up with his back to the headboard, pulling you up with him.

‘That sweet girl, likes it rough’ Steve said it like he was a little kid saying a bad word. You giggle, and you make a mental note to cringe at yourself later. But you can’t help it, the two boys made you feel so giddy.

‘You are a dirty dirty girl’ Steve says edging on your embarrassment. You can’t stand looking in his eyes, nuzzling your face into his neck. He laughs rubbing up and down your back.

‘How come you didn’t tell me?’ he says, you groan more sounding like a whine.

‘because i didn’t even know!’ you say, looking up from his neck.

The door opened and you make a grunt when Eddie piled on top of both you and Steve. He laughs at the both of you, kissing your cheek as a sorry and tapping Steve’s head since his lips couldn’t get to him.

‘My little vanilla babies, have no idea how to have fun’ Eddie says grinning.

‘It’s all Steve’s fault!’ you say laughing when he gasps.

‘How is it my fault?!’ Steve says in defense.

‘I was a virgin when i got with you! you’re the only person i’ve ever been with, so you made me vanilla’ you say, using the word Eddie used even though you had no fucking idea what it meant.

‘ohhh yup, i think princess has point Harrington’ Eddie says, his dimples out.

‘The only reason i went Vanilla on you was because i was scared i was gonna hurt you, and you seemed to like it so i kept doing it’ Steve protests, Eddie rolls his eyes.

‘Boooo, lame excuse. If you just do it right, you can never hurt her. She’s a very strong little lady’ Eddie says, you smile looking back at Steve who was over you two.

‘You two have only been together for one night and you’re already ganging up on me?! what is this! i declare justice’ Steve says, you just laugh laying back down on his chest.

‘It’s okay Stevie, Eddie will just have to teach you right ed’s?’ And for the first time the nickname Steve has always called him slips out your mouth. It makes Eddie so giddy he nearly explodes.

‘Yeah, i sure can.’ he said proudly.

‘How about we start right now yeah? wanna be our prop sweet girl’ Eddie says getting up, you go wide eyed. You’ve never gotten two orgasms within 2 days, let alone within the span of 7 hours.

‘Oh my Ed’s what have you done to my princess, she has a look of terror’ Steve says, Eddie shakes his head.

‘No no no, that is not a look of terror. That is a look of pure joy and excitement, Stevie’ Eddie says, Steve looks back at you and your smirking.

‘What have you done to my precious baby’ Steve says, Eddie shoves his shoulder back into the bed.

‘Our precious baby’ Eddie corrects, and it makes your stomach churn.

Oh boy were you excited.

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Okay so i will make a part two, if you guys want. Because i know i stole away the smut from you but i feel like i’ve been holding off this story from you guys for way too long! I need to post it! So i hope you enjoyed, lots of love!

-Ky

[mariespen]

thinking about mornings with boyfriend!steve harrington...

content: fem/gn reader! pure fluff 𓂃⊹

warnings: none 𓂃⊹

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ೀ⋆ Waking up to bf!Steve Harrington, the post-sleep haze causing you to feel groggy and cold, realizing that in the night you two separated from your hold on each other. Of course, when you shift on the bed to get comfier, it inevitably wakes up his (barley) asleep form and he reaches out for you. When he realizes you’re on the other side of the bed, he flips to face your half-asleep body and reaches out to hook one of his arms around your waist lazily.  :( You giggle when he pulls you back to him and when you feel his smile on your shoulder, you flip to face him just the same. He’s still exhausted after a particularly late shift at Family Video so he just rests his tired face into the crook of your neck :( You sift your nails through his hair and soon enough he’s asleep again, still holding you close to him.

When he wakes up again a few hours later, his low sleep-ridden voice saying “g’morning baby..” and letting out a soft sigh before kissing you oh-so gently, like you’re the most precious thing to walk the earth. :((

ೀ⋆ Breakfast with bf!Steve Harrington when you guys eventually find time to stop giggling to each other in bed. You stroll into the kitchen with him at your heels and you start to bake scones and he’s trying to help in whatever way he can :( comments like “d’you need help, love?” and small, sleepy hugs from behind as he leaves kisses on your neck when you’re at the mixer. He steals pieces of the raw dough before you put it into the oven and tries not to laugh while he denies it when you ask him where a chunk of your dough went.

ೀ⋆ Getting ready with bf!Steve Harrington and doing your makeup in your bathroom while he’s trying to get his hair just right. He sits on the counter and hands you things when he finishes his hair before you’re close to finishing your routine. Trying to pick out an outfit for a group hangout at Robin’s and asking him about it, him saying little painfully unhelpful things like “I dunno love.. you look good in anything” and smiling when you roll your eyes.

[italiansteebie]

steve harrington has a bad habit.

he takes in the dogs and cats no one wants anymore.

he's had elderly dogs, disabled cats, puppies that have grown and lost their sparkle, kittens that had been left in the dumpster. he's taken dogs that families can't handle anymore, and he does it with love. he uses his parents huge house to home animals that deserve it, animals that fill the emptiness.

so what happens after vecna is all said and done, and eddie's dead and gone, and a mangy dog crawls out from under eddie's old trailer while steve's there helping max do some minor repairs? and what happens when steve takes the dog home, names him ozzy, curtsy of eddie taking up every inch of his brain, and nurses the skinny thing back to health, along with the other strays he's taken in.

but ozzy never really liked to be around the other animals, always choosing to curl up next to steve, and maybe it was because he knew how much bigger he was than all of them because, damn. ozzy was a big ass dog.

until one night, steve shoots out of bed, drenched in sweat, chest heaving as he's recovering from a nightmare, and he catches a glimpse of none other than eddie. eddie, who's supposed to be dead. eddie who's supposed to be dead in the upside down, nonetheless, peering at him through his doorway. "what the fuck," he breaths, watching as eddie flinches nervously, "surprise," the metal head cheers flatly.

"what the fuck."

[sideblogofthcentury]

Consider:

The very next day after Steve and Eddie get their own place, Eddie brings home a dog.

Eddie says she’s 7 and she only had three days left and she’s so gentle and he’d always wanted a dog but Wayne was allergic and look at her little grey snoot and-

And so they had a dog.

They agreed on Zeppelin after a week and a half.

And one day, the dog was nibbling at Steve’s plants again, and he rolled up the newspaper in his hand and started shooing Zeppelin away, and from behind him he hears a very dramatic gasp.

“Steven? Did you just hit my daughter????”

“No, Eds, I just waved it towards her to-“

“STEVEN. are you a PUPPY HITTER???”

“Wh- No, Eddie, Absolutely not! She was eating my Pothos and I shooed her away, I didn’t even touch her!”

Eddie turns to where Zeppelin is watching the altercation.

“My Zippy baby,, come here, come here child.”

Eddie cradles Zeppelin on the floor, wrapping his arms around her gently, like she’s wounded.

“My dear Zippiest of the Epplins, Queen of these lands. Did your papá strike thee with the scroll of this day?”

Steve still swears to this day that his eyes have never rolled so far back in his life.

“Ah yes my poor child I see. His cruelty has wounded your precious soul. He shall be burnt at the stake on the morrow.”

“Eds, c’mon. I’m no puppy hitter.”

Eddie looked deep into Zeppelin’s eyes, nodding his head.

“Mmhm. Mmm, mhm. Okay. Steve, she’s willing to settle without trial.”

Steve sighed, but played along, getting down to eye level with little Zeppelin.

“Zeppelina, princess of the sky, light of my heart. I am terribly sorry for my horrible crime of waving the newspaper within a foot and a half of your body. Will you forgive me?”

Zeppelin kissed Steve’s nose.

Eddie cheered.

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Also consider:

-Steve cross-stitches a pillow that says “no puppy hitters allowed”

-Eddie brings home a cat a few months later, who swatted at Zeppelin once and got put in air jail for her crimes. They had to teach her the house rule, and her and Zeppelin have been pals ever since.

-One of Eddie’s sound guy friends pops Zeppelin on the nose during a party and they ask him to leave.

-Robin is Zeppelin and Luci (the cat)’s godparent. She has been sworn to uphold the “no puppy hitter” commandment. She has added a clause granting her the legal right to strike anyone who striketh the puppy (or kitty) using the same amount of force, or greater. Steve said it would not hold up in court. Robin doesn’t care.

-Dustin pulls the “she’s not a puppy she’s technically a senior dog” bullshit and everyone in the room boos and throws paper balls at him

[shesnotthatserious]

I don’t know if this has been talked about yet but

What if Eddie Munson, devoted metalhead ™️, lead guitarist and vocalist of Corroded Coffin, the Eddie Munson who learned how to play Master of Puppets by ear alone, who proudly dons Megadeth and Judas Priest and that big ass Dio back patch on his vest, who loves and lives metal—

… sometimes can’t stand the sound of metal music?

Don’t get me wrong, he wants to listen to metal and rock and everything in between but on some days the fast guitar riffs and the heavy bass and the drums god the fucking drums just make him so anxious he wants to claw his own eyes out.

On days where the events of that fateful March catch up to him, Eddie is so overstimulated, he simply cannot stand to listen to the bands he usually blasts on repeat, even skips band practice cause he can’t listen to the four of them play either, and he absolutely hates himself for it.

He‘s Eddie the Freak Munson for god’s sake! Being a metalhead is about half his personality at this point, if not more

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And then there’s something here about Steve catching on to this, putting some Tears For Fears or some of his other softer pop tapes on, giving Eddie an out by saying something like “I‘m gonna get a headache if we keep listening to your music, Eds, no offense“ and Eddie will pretend to frown and feign annoyance but there‘s an unspoken understanding there yada yada

[navnae]

Eddie definitely rotates in his sleep and he gives Steve a heart attack every time. Before they go to bed they’re all snuggled up together and kissing each other good night before they finally go to sleep. In the middle of the night Eddie moves from the head of the bed to the foot somehow without waking up during all of it, Steve is knocked out when all of this happens so when he wakes up to see Eddie’s feet he jumps out of his skin. Eddie is a giggling mess when he hears his boyfriends screaming while he puts a hand over his heart. From now on Steve hugs Eddie extra tight so he won’t get anymore surprises from him, that might have been a part of Eddie’s tactic all along.

[afewproblems]

Give me older Steve and Eddie, in their mid-thirties, an established couple at this point, seeing Lord of the Rings the Fellowship of the Ring in theaters in 2001.

Steve never did get around to reading the books but he loves Eddie and its a movie, so what could go wrong? He liked Star Wars well enough didn't he?

And the intro narrations plays, a woman's voice explaining history and legend in soothing lilting tones as the story begins to play out on the screen. Steve barely touches his popcorn the entire time as he meets Frodo and Gandalf, as Bilbo disappears from his own birthday party and he gives the ring to his oldest friend, as Frodo and Sam make their way to Bree, as the Ring Wraiths chase Frodo and Arwen through the forrests.

Steve grips Eddie's hand tightly as Arwen tells Frodo not to give in, he misses the loving grin that Eddie shoots him before turning back to the screen.

Gandalf falls, Borromir sacrifices himself, Sam tells Frodo he doesn't mean to leave him. That he won't, he can't.

Steve struggles to wipe his face surreptitiously, he still has Eddie's hand gripped in his left while his right is clamped tightly over his mouth, he ends up letting the tears flow freely, it's fine, he's fine.

The last few hours have flown by and the lights come on slowly as Steve sniffles quietly, he swings his right arm across his face roughly and laughs softly as Eddie asks him how he liked it with a small grin.

"It was alright," Steve says with a watery voice, he smiles at the cackle Eddie throws his way. Eddie helps him up and draws him into a long hug, not caring of the people filing out of the rows of seats around them.

"You okay sweetheart?" Eddie murmurs as he pulls away.

Steve nods and sniffs once more before looking up to catch Eddie's eye, "there are two more after this huh?"

Eddie snorts and brings his arm around Steve's shoulders as they begin to follow the last of the stragglers, "Of this story, yeah why?"

Steve shakes his head with a small laugh, "might finally give those books you love so much a peek".

Eddie hums and leans in to press a soft kiss to Steve's temple, "I think we can arrange that".

[astrid-nomically-steddie]

More angst because I'm mentally ill and probably going to fail school. Life's great 😀👍

Edit: ok so I pretty much started and I decided on hurt/comfort.

Ok enjoy, muah ❤

Dancing the Sad Away

The quarry is the quiet place to think. The one he met Eddie at, when he was at his lowest. The one where he wanted to do nothing but let Eddie hold him. He can't do that now. Never be able to. Because Eddie hasn't talked to him in weeks and he doesn't know why. Except he does.

Because he kissed Eddie.

That's why.

Because Eddie is straight and doesn't like him like that.

He made a move he shouldn't have and now he lost his best friend.

Steve feels like crying. So he does. Fucking bawls his eyes out. He misses Eddie so so much. But he's not here and it's Steve's fault. It's his fault for not talking and just doing. Making a choice he shouldn't have because Eddie is straight. And he hates himself for it.

In order for Steve to feel better he decides to get out of his car but not before turning on and almost blasting the radio. Some random top 40 pop song plays and he hops out. Walks around in his blue and white striped pajama pants and sits on the roof of his car. He brings his knees to his chest and leans back.

'I wish Eddie was here' his brain whispers to him. Haunting him of the stupid mistake he made. Of the mistake of kissing a straight guy. Steve already hates himself for it and feels so guilty about it. He doesn't need his stupid brain torturing him about the guy.

Gods he's a loser.

Lost in his thoughts Steve doesn't hear a car pull up a few feet away from him. He doesn't even realize anyone's there until he hears a voice.

"Hey." It's Eddie. At first he thinks his mind is playing tricks on him again but then he sees him leaning against the side of his car out of his peripheral vision. He almost violently turns his head to look at him. Steve is completely shocked and a little nervous. He's speechless really. So when he doesn't reply Eddie smiles awkwardly and takes a step back while looking down at his shoes. He wants to tell Eddie to stop. Wants to tell him it's so ok for him to be so close to him. But he can't.

"I know you haven't seen me in ages and I'm sorry. I just- God Stevie." Eddie turns his head to the side while his hand shakily rubs his face. "I needed time to think, to- to understand what I felt."

There's nothing in Steve's brain but the fact that he might get rejected and Eddie still calms him Stevie. It makes him want to cry even more. And it's all his fault.

"I just-. I think I-," Steve can't stand what he's about to say so he decides to just say what he wants to first.

"I'm sorry." He doesn't look at Eddie when he says it. Can't stand looking at him when he knows what's happening and what he's going to say to him.

"What?" And Eddie, sweet sweet Eddie has the need to to act confused.

"I'm sorry. You know for... kissing.. you." Steve explains, feeling even more ashamed when he whispers kissing like some stupid middle school boy. He feels utterly guilty and stupid for even trying to kiss Eddie. Like he didn't know what Eddie would think. Like he's some stupid hopless romantic in a love story where everything works out. But this isn't a book, this is reality. And he needs to wake up.

"Stevie..." He starts, "Don't apologize." His voice is softer than it should be when rejecting someone that it makes Steve finally look at him.

When he turns his head he almost immediately sobs at the sight of him. His eyes are red, not in the way they usually are when he smokes. There's bags under them too. His hair looks extra messy, and not the good kind. And there's this sad expression on his face that makes Steve want to wrap him in a blanket and cuddle him until they fall asleep.

"Why not?" Steve's voice is higher than it should be and it cracks like a 13 year-old boy's the day before puberty starts. And Eddie steps closer to him. He looks at Steve with such gentleness that a tear slips from his eye. And Eddie, being the fucking amazing person that he is, wipes it. His hand doesn't move from his cheek though.

"Because I needed to except that... I wanted you." Now Eddie is tearing up and it stings Steve heart in a way nothing ever did. He closes his eyes, feeling himself not wanting to believe this dream and just wake up. He can't believe this is happening to him. He's wanted this forever and he wants to know what good he did to get this. To get him. "I didn't think I could feel like this. I just thought I was never really interested in anyone but then I realized I've just never really felt like this for girls. That in of itself freaked me the fuck out."

When Eddie starts talking and his hand begins to slip from Steve's face he feels the need to listen. To open his eyes and look at him because he needed that back then so he's needs to give Eddie this now.

"I- I never thought I was gay! I just kind of assumed that guys just thought about guys a certain way. I didn't know that meant I wasn't into girls." Eddie is looking down at his feet again, a sign of how vulnerable he's being right now, and Steve wants to hug him. He wants to tell him that it's ok. That he gets it because he's been through the same thing. "And Steve," and now he's looking at him again with that expression. The one he could never figure out what it was before; maybe now he can.

"Oh, Stevie..." Eddie walks to stand in front of Steve. He grabs his face and smiles at him so soft he practically melts. "I am so sorry. For ever letting you think I never wanted you back. I just- didn't know that's what it was. Why I felt like this." He's so sincere that Steve feels a tsunami of relief was over him. He brings his hands to sit on top of Eddie's and he squeezes them oh so gently, just like he always wanted to.

"It's okay." He tells him. He wants- no he needs Eddie to understand what he really truly feels about him. "I just- thought that you were straight and that I ruined everything-"

"No!"Eddie interrupts him this time. "No Stevie you could never. I almost ruined everything." He let's go of Steve's face abruptly and takes a step or two back. Eddie's still close he's just nervous, judging by the way he looks down at his feet again. "That is if you still want me." He looks at Steve with those gorgeous Bambi-like eyes and, how could Steve say no?

How could he say no to this vulnerable, soft and perfect man? The answer is he doesn't. Steve just smiles at him, big, and laughs under his breath. It's just a minute of him laughing quietly at his question. He shakes his head and smiles the widest smile he's ever smiled, then looks up at Eddie. Beautiful, gorgeous Eddie. "Of course not. I've always wanted you. Always." And when he says that a look of relief spills from Steve to Eddie, the tidal wave crashing into the ocean and letting Eddie step back over the line. The line of friendship and more.

When his lips make it over its better than the first time. Steve feels everything Eddie does through the connection of just their lips. It's a bond of emotions he's always wanted to feel but was never able to. His hands grab at the first thing they can get their grip on. The collar of Eddie's shirt. The black long-sleeved shirt he usually wears to sleep because of their broken heater in the trailer. It's the shirt Steve gave him three Christmases ago when they found out th air conditioning and heater broke. He's worn it to bed ever since and it just makes everything feel that much more intimate.

When they pull away, it's slowly as if they can't enough of the taste of more than just friends. Steve opens his eyes to see pretty pink cheeks and even prettier eyes. Eddie's eyes are so filled with love that his pupil reflecting it is so big you can barley see the beautiful chocolate brown of them. But Steve does. Because he always sees them. Sees Eddie.

"I love you. Did you know that?" Steve almost doesn't even register Eddie's voice until his brain is less mush. When he can actually think and process things he's completely taken aback by Eddie's words.

"What?" He just can't believe someone as good and perfect as Eddie could feel that about him.

"I love you." Eddie is laughing just the slightest under his breath but Steve catches it anyway. They're so in tune with each other that the other always notices everything. And this time Steve is almost offended by Eddie's amusement of how slow Steve's brain is. But then he looks at him, really looks at him. And all that he can see are the crows of his eyes and the single dimple on the left side of his face.

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes at Eddie's laughter. He pushes his shoulder and pretends to be annoyed at Eddie laughing at him but he knows his small smile betrays him. This makes Eddie laugh even more, this time a little louder and much more genuine. It's so contagious that steve can't help but join in, even the smallest scoff of a laugh.

"You're lucky I love you too." He finally responds after Eddie's huge laughter fit. Steve is looking at Eddie with such a soft but amused smile when he says it that it makes Eddie's expression soften a little more.

"I am lucky aren't I?" And God he sounds so sure and in love that Steve's heart just lurches at him, making his arms go with it. They grab and grip onto Eddie like a koala and he just laughs and hugs back. A slow romantic love song interrupts them.

This is when they both realize the radio is still playing. Eddie, being so overly charming like he always is, smiles at him like he's got a plan. Steve watches as he walks over and reaches into the car. The radio is turned on more so they can both hear it more clearly. When Eddie goes to stand in front of Steve again, he bows. Actually bows in front of him and extends his hand. "Care to dance my good sir?"

Steve snorts and being the hopless romantic they both know he is accepts his offer and rests his hand on top of Eddie's. He pulls Steve in as close as he can get him. Their fingers are interlocked and Eddie's hand is on his waist. They start to sway slowly to the beat, hearing Frank Sinatra but feeling everything they've always wanted to say in just the small movements of their bodies.

Wddie turns him and he ends up glwith his back against Eddie's chest as he grips onto Steve's waist with one hand. The other hand is tightly gripped by him and Steve feels like he's living his dream. He closes his eyes and succumbs to the music, leaning his head back onto Eddie's shoulder. Eddie moves his head to breath in Steve, nose pressed against his shoulder.

And all Steve can think is that maybe he never made a mistake.

Maybe he just needed patience.

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