#steddie excerpt

[infinite-orangepeel]

✨STEDDIE FICLET: BOYS WILL BE BOYS

!! masturbation, general horny energy/vibe (lol), discovering sexuality !!

steve and eddie arguing over who has the bigger dick. they’re just friends. they’ve never seen each other naked.

steve and eddie getting out the ruler to compare dick sizes.

it’s a game. it’s something to play. it’s something to pass the time.

boys will be boys.

steve and eddie, joking around, fumbling to get their pants around their thighs, excited by the competitive air between them. quipping. ruffling each others feathers. making light in the dead of winter.

steve and eddie falling silent.

steve’s breath hitching.

eddie’s eyes widening.

flushed red of arousal rushing to their cheeks as everything becomes a bit too real.

steve gulping.

eddie watching the pitiful up and down movement of his adam’s apple. bobbing beautifully under all those pretty moles on his decadent throat.

eddie hardening. stiffening up rapidly because steve’s standing there—so close—squirming around and whimpering like a slut.

“it happens,” steve says as if it really does, “ ‘s nothing to be ashamed of. c’mon. i’ll measure you, if you measure me.”

eddie nodding, barking a laugh, choking on something heavy.

tonguing the sharp edge of his teeth to counteract and distract from the thrumming pleasure—the threat his hips pose to buck up into the warm grasp of steve’s hand circling around his leaking tip.

steve and eddie lining up their cocks, because it’s ‘easier to tell.’

numbers are too difficult.

numbers are useless.

why use numbers when they have four hands between them to compare and stroke over their lengths?

gentle fingers to dip down and cup each others balls like something precious to behold. tickling. smiling.

careful not to make eye contact. careful not to make it real.

steve and eddie groaning like untamed beasts when they press their aching dicks together. skin to skin.

wet. slippery. burning up with forbidden fever. the urge to close every existing gap is palpable.

so easy to break.

so easy to shatter.

“guess we’re about the same size. funny. who would’ve thought?”

eddie plays the fool. plays the whole thing off as a joke. tears his eyes away but doesn’t miss the opportunity to rub a flat palm over both of their cockheads before retreating like the coward he believes himself to be.

bashful. ashamed. terrified of the truth. terrified of the monster he is. vicious and destructive in all matters of the self.

speeding car on a dead end path.

“g-guess so. yeah. funny.”

steve’s voice is distant, murky, undone, and empty. brows furrowed. lips bitten.

he’s beautiful and strange. colored all shades of pink. hairy thighs. soft heart. golden boy.

steve and eddie zipping themselves back into their jeans. making separate excuses about this and that.

“gotta get going—”

“me too—”

“band practice—”

“dinner with robin—”

“see ya later—”

“yeah—”

steve and eddie touching themselves, alone in their rooms—later that night.

moon high. beds cold. moans hidden behind clenched fists.

steve humping his pillow.

faster, harder than he’s done in a long time. eddie’s rings and silver tongue on his mind. he’s drunk on it. dizzy and loose.

eddie fucking himself open with a toy. legs spread wide. tongue between teeth. hand on his stomach to feel the bulge where he dreams steve’s pretty cock might some day be, if he’s lucky.

steve and eddie cumming at the same time, across town, and reaching for the phone at the exact same instant.

“i need you—”

“i miss you—”

“come over—”

“i’m already on my way.”

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OKAY BUT I MAY I EXPAND ON THIS ALREADY GENIUS IDEA AND SUGGEST:

EDDIE FUCKING STEVE ON THE THRONE, BUT MIDWAY THROUGH HE TAKES THE CROWN OFF THE TOP OF STEVE’S HEAD AND PLACES IT ON HIS OWN WHILE SAYING SOMETHING LIKE “IF ONLY ALL YOUR LOYAL LITTLE SUBJECTS KNEW JUST HOW WILLINGLY YOU HAND THE CROWN OVER WHEN YOU’RE ON MY COCK. NOT SO KINGLY AFTER ALL ARE YOU STEVIE?”

HAVING UNTHINKABLE THOUGHTS ABOUT SWORN KNIGHT EDDIE SITTING ON THE THRONE WHILE KING STEVE SITS ON HIS LAP, WHIMPERING AND PANTING INTO THE QUIET NIGHT WHILE EDDIE KISSES AND RAVISHES HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE THRONE ROOM.

[mustlovesteve]

thanks so much to @toktopus-art for this awesome commission that she drew! based on a scene from my vamp!eddie steddie fic.

[pizzaqueen]

The Pizza Box Pact / Act One: An old promise and a new pledge

Written for @steddiebang

Art by @goingsteddi3 and @cousin-itt

Rated T / part one of three / 7.1k (total ~24k)

SUMMARY:

Eddie and Steve have been living together, working together, and raising their cat together for a few years, now, but they’re not together together. They’re friends—the best of—nothing more, and they’re happy.

At least, Eddie is, and he thought Steve was too. But then he finds a pact they made, one drunken night ten years ago, where they pledged to ‘marry’ each other if they were still single by the time they’re thirty, and everything changes.

Steve isn’t amused by the reappearance of the pledge, in fact he seems almost upset by it, and Eddie figures it’s because he’s going to be thirty soon and doesn’t have a girlfriend. So, he does what any best friend would do: promises to find Steve his perfect woman, setting him up on a series of unsuccessful blind dates.

But somewhere along the way, Eddie rediscovers feelings that he thought he’d put aside years ago. He just hopes he hasn’t discovered them too late.

Read part one at AO3

[stevebabey]

“Well,” Eddie mutters, more to himself. He rolls his shoulders back to shake his nerves and grips the rope of sheets in his hands tighter. “Here goes nothing.”

He tosses the rope up, aiming for the centre of the gate and just when he thinks it’s too short of a throw—that it will just fall back to the ground in a pathetic heap—something catches.

The sheets twist and then suddenly go taut, strung out through the middle of the gate, pulled by gravity in either direction.

Eddie huffs a relieved laugh, grinning up at the ceiling. He turns to look over his shoulder and Steve’s staring at the gate, green eyes wide and quizzical.

“Dude,” He says, taking another step so he’s shoulder to shoulder with Eddie. He peers forward, gaze trailing up the rope and seeing just what Eddie's done.

“You made a ladder,” He breathes, awed sounding.

Something warm in Eddie’s chest aches at the sound of Steve’s voice, admiring and directed solely at him. He huffs another laugh, nervous this time, and scratches the back of his neck.

“Wish I could take the credit, Stevie,” The nickname slips out without permission and Eddie catches the way Steve’s attention snaps over to him. “But I only borrowed the idea from Henderson.”

Steve smiles still, nudging Eddie’s shoulder with his own. “You can take a little credit. I won’t tell.”

another excerpt from you're not from around here, are you? final three, coming 31/10 <3 tehe @steddiebang2024

[amidnightjen]

The backpack lands at his feet with a solid thunk and then Max is shoving past him, scrambling into the backseat of the beemer with a snapped, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Steve raises his eyebrows at Eddie but Eddie just shrugs at him and picks up Max’s backpack to toss it into the backseat, (seemingly) uncaring of whether or not it hits her.

Her snarl is a little more vicious than either were expecting and they exchange wary looks before they decide to just get in the car and deal with whatever this is at home.

Steve contemplates the wisdom of stopping for ice cream but he’s not sure Max is fit for public consumption and it seems safer to dig a pint out of the freezer than subject the unsuspecting employees of the Scoops knockoff to Max.

(Steve still has vivid memories of those days.)

When they get home, Max doesn’t say a word, just heads straight for her room. Slams the door hard.

“What the fuck?” Steve wonders. “Did something happen at school?”

Eddie can only shrug, which Steve interprets as Max continuing to avoid Eddie at school because he was in weird pseudo dad/brother territory and she was still struggling to deal with that development.

“Should we check on her?”

For a long moment they both stared at Max’s closed bedroom door.

“I know nothing about teenage girls.”

Steve glares at Eddie. “And I do?”

The look Eddie gives Steve then is amused. He points to Steve. “Very popular, many girls wanted you.” He points to himself. “Gay metalhead freak.”

Unamused, Steve points the Max’s bedroom door. “Teenage girl we both loved enough to kind of adopt.”

They both contemplate that for a moment.

“Should we call Mrs Byers?” Eddie suggests.

Steve is debating the wisdom of seeking help when Max’s door bangs open and she glares at them both.

“You’re both idiots.” It’s said with enough affection that Steve is sure she doesn’t mean it. Mostly.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Boys are dumb.”

“Sure,” Steve agrees because he is one and can confirm that yes they are dumb sometimes.

“Should I kill off Lucas?” Eddie asks.

The idea delights Max if the dark smile she offers them is any indication.

“Okay, retribution for dumbassery coming his way,” Eddie offers cheerfully.

Max smiles genuinely then and Steve sighs in relief. He’s still getting used to being the one caring for Max - legally at any rate - and he’s not sure they should be offering to kill off Lucas’ character as retribution but as long as Max was happy and they weren’t killing anyone in real life, he’d take the smile as a win and maybe have a word with Lucas later.

A threatening word maybe.

[avi17]

The Stranger Things fandom has managed to completely ignore Eddie being dead for close to a year and a half now, I assure you we can also ignore a terrible book 🤣

[cherrycoloredfaith]

rating: Explicit

smutty femslash steddie tyvm

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She saw the moment Eddie’s eyes caught sight of it. The damn thing nearly glowed, even as it barely peeked from underneath the pillow. 

Eddie smiled devilishly, flashing teeth between her deep crimson lips. “Busy, were you?”

Shit. Fuck. Shit. 

Her face fell into her hands with shame, palms burning at the touch of her blazing cheeks. “Oh my god, Eddie,” Stevie begged. 

“Mm, let’s see what you’ve got here,” Eddie chided. There was no stopping her; Stevie had died in that moment. All choice, all free will she gave up to whatever malevolent force would take her first, praying God would smite her there and then for her all her sins. 

Eddie upturned the pillow, casting it aside to reveal the vulgar thing that would be the indirect reason for Stevie’s death. She hummed, then whispered in a low voice, “Did you use it? After I left?”

Stevie refused to look at her, having never been this open about one another’s sexual lives before. But, hell, she could only be honest. “No…I hadn’t used it yet, you came back so soon…” she replied as if it made it any better that she didn’t expect it. 

Acting as if this gave her permission to touch, Eddie valiantly gripped it in her hand, scooting closer to examine it further, as if inspecting it. “What got you so riled up, Stevie?” she purred, teasing her. 

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✨steddie ficlet: switchy energy, eddie tops then steve does, boys in love and filthy about it, face slapping, choking, religious imagery, daddy kink, breeding kink, pet play, brief reference to somnophilia, dacryphilia

eddie munson fucks like he’s reconciling with tragedy, has something septic and lethal clawing it’s way out of his ribs, and needs to beat the odds before doomsday arrives.

his touch is quick. hot. fervent and skimming—reading between the lines so he can drag steve straight to the end with him.

there is no sanctity about the beginning or middle. everything made there is a blur of sticky heat and noise. slicking off their writhing bodies like midsummer rain.

hipbones jagged. ink infecting every available inch of his skin. eddie’s thrusts are punishing. his moans knock the wind from steve’s lungs.

there is a rapid pulse, brief reprise, and the desperate need to be the concrete vessel for each other’s pain and pleasure.

slaps followed by a dirty kiss. gnawing lips. sucking marrow. red everywhere in the dim light of the room.

they dig their hearts out to present as gifts. small thanks for a lifetime of whatever this is. filthy. lovely. reciprocal confessions kept behind teeth.

they touch each other and the world is remade.

“daddy’s little toy,” eddie growls into steve’s ear; biting, licking, choking, and bruising as he grinds impossibly deeper into a place no one else has ever been, “gonna fuck you so dumb you forget your own name, baby. gonna fuck you so dumb, you only remember mine.”

it’s ravenous. starvation. pulling hair. salted tears. lighting matches. naked truth and a reckless fire that burns from within. annihilates everything in its path.

hand in hand; they break flesh only to repair it under the influence of divine creation.

body to body.

face to face.

heart to heart.

violet stains across their skin. graciously erasing the damages done by those who were too afraid to love them back.

“i love you. i’d kill for you.”

steve’s voice bubbles up to the surface like cheap jewelry tossed into the river at the conclusion of a tired romance.

“there’s a monster in you, isn’t there, baby boy?”

“yes,” steve utters like a devestatimg hymn, “and there’s one in you. in your heart. next to mine. vicious and beautiful.”

eddie’s strong. dominant. hands locked into place on steve’s slender waist like it’s life or death or something greater. beyond him. beyond them. hold tight or die trying.

“i love you and your violent teeth. i love you and your bitchy attitude—all the terrible extremes you’re capable of,” eddie’s breath hitches, but his hands never falter as he fucks him harder, “slap me hard, baby boy—fuck—i’m yours. make it so no one else ever wonders if they can have me.”

“they can’t,” steve whimpers brokenly as he slaps eddie across the face with the utmost adoration, “i’d ruin anyone who tried—fuck—you feel so good, daddy.”

when they switch positions, it’s steve’s knees failing to uphold their promise. collapsing face down into sweat, musk, the stained pillowcase, and abundant sensation.

trembling. shaking. pathetic.

drifting off into lust and want and worship.

babbling ‘more,’ ‘harder,’ ‘faster,’ ‘please, sir;’ like those are the only words he knows.

but, no matter how low he gets, no matter how far he slips—steve will not break.

eddie won’t let him.

eddie will sink his own ship, decimate the grounds, throw himself overboard, before he ever lets steve fade to black.

it’s a cruel love.

damned. perfect. edging sin and purity at the same time.

taking them to the brink and yanking the chain back at the final moment.

letting everything oxidize for longer than is ever necessary. torture. agony. young love.

poetry in the making.

“dumb puppy,” eddie berates, grazing a soothing hand over steve’s reddened ass—spanked ruthlessly by the man he loves, “rutt against the bed—rub yourself raw. that’s it—good boy. perfect boy. best boy for daddy. like you dirty. like you messy. so pretty.”

eddie pours salt into steve’s wounds, laughs giddily at his groans, licks them clean. starts again. pretends.

kisses scars and smirks as he bites down on the constellations covering steve’s back.

breaking apart the universe in his mouth like a confectionary gobstopper. shattered into shrapnel. slack at the tease of thick fingers wrapping around his throat.

nothing will ever be the same and he likes it that way.

“daddy, ‘s so good—wanna be your slut forever. would let you use me in my sleep—trust you—love you—need you—“

steve sobs into damp sheets. fucks his ass back onto eddie’s cock. tastes heat and pennies and holy worship on his lolling tongue.

brave boy takes whatever’s given to him. a beating, fist in his ass, teeth to his jugular, cock spurting load after load into his puffy hole. accepts it all with thanks and gratitude and brown eyes as dark and muse-worthy as the midnight sky.

“cumming inside you, pup. gonna fill you until your tummy’s fat and pregnant. gonna make it take this time. promise.”

eddie links their pinkies next to steve’s head on the mattress—the old thing creaks. smacks into the wall. calls out to neighbors and friends and pedestrians that this is where love is being born and made.

raw. wet. obscene and borderline criminal if you were to walk in at precisely the wrong moment.

make no mistake.

this is heaven. this is where they belong.

paradisium. the end all be all. nothing compares. rose colored glasses stay on for the show and ever after. they are blind to any other possibility. bravely human in the midst of something distinctly wild.

“i’m a mommy,” steve laughs deliriously when eddie cums with a roaring moan and a chorus of sweet declarations to his boy, “i’m a mommy. mommy. mommy. gonna get all round so quick—everyone’s gonna know. i’m gonna be beautiful.”

when steve cums it’s quieter. tangled up in innocent delusion and blushing fantasy—he sees stars in the familiar trap of eddie’s fist. stroking. bleating. aching as his balls tighten up and his head feels featherlight as if full of gossamer fabric.

release is near silent. choked out. eddie laps at his stomach in the aftermath. dips the tip of his tongue in his bellybutton. sparks tears of joy and sighs into his neck where he nuzzles and praises the love of his life for every good deed he’s ever done.

and the bad ones, too.

in the bath.

later.

they share dreams. touch for a second time. slow and easy. fingers caressing tender spots and pushing love into each other where it’s needed.

steve with his legs spread wide. eddie moving up and down with a gentle rhythm. rocking his hips to the beat of steve harrington’s golden heart. spit. bubbles. cum. water that finally runs cold.

“i wish i could live inside you,” eddie whispers when it’s over.

“you already do.”

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Robin sat right down, sighing, “So what? We all live in the woods and hope the kids find us?”

“They will,” Steve reassured, “Lucas is probably getting help as we speak. Besides, it’s not that cold out. We’ll be fine. And if they don’t find us, we’ll find them.” 

Nancy nodded, despite the fact that she was already shivering. But Steve noticed. He didn’t even hesitate to take his own jacket off. 

She frowned, as he draped it over her shoulders,  “But what about you?”

“I have a sweater and an Eddie blanket,” Steve smiled, “I'll be just fine.”

“Speaking of that…” Eddie trailed in, “How about Steve and I go a little bit away and keep watch?”

Chrissy knew Jason was losing it, but she was 100 percent confident he was busy dealing with his murdered friend. She frowned, “Do you really think they’ll come after watching their friend die-”

“Yeah, you two go do that,” Robin interrupted with a sigh. She turned to Chrissy, “They want to make-out and save us the headache. We’re almost certain to be good for the night.”

“We'll be back soon,” Steve said, a slight flush to his cheeks but he didn’t correct her, “And we won’t go far.”

“Within an hour,” Nancy warned, “And keep quiet.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie said flippantly, wrapping an arm around Steve’s shoulder, “You won’t even miss us.”

They walked away into the darkness, leaning into each other as they went. Chrissy was pretty sure she saw Steve stick his hand into Eddie’s back pocket before they were out of sight. 

“It’s actually insane that they haven’t gotten caught yet,” Robin said as she watched them go, “I only found out because I saw them shoving tongues in a parking lot. But once you know, you can never unsee it.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t catch on sooner,” Chrissy sighed as she sat to Robin’s left, Nancy taking the right, “Did they really trick all of you?”

“All of us,” Nancy confirmed through a yawn, “They can actually be pretty sneaky when they want to be. They just never want to be.”

Nancy rested her head against Robin’s shoulder, Steve’s jacket wrapped tightly around her, “We should sleep.”

“We will,” Robin said quietly, “But don’t wait for us. Go right ahead.”

Nancy gave her a little smile, “If you say so.”

It barely took a few minutes for her to be completely out. She looked so peaceful, so much younger when she was asleep. Chrissy was well aware that Nancy was a small girl, but she had so much presence. 

“She looks so much bigger when she's awake,” Chrissy mumbled quietly, “Like she can take on the world.”

“She probably could,” Robin laughed, “I think it’s all personality.”

“I know. I wish I could be like that.”

“Why?” Robin asked, furrowing her brow, “You’re literally perfect.”

Chrissy couldn’t help but laugh at that, “How on Earth am I perfect?”

But Robin didn’t look like she was joking, “Dude you are. You’re so sweet and fun. You’re talented, athletic, pretty, but still nice somehow. You’re brave as hell, if this whole scenario stands for anything. And you’re hot when you punch dudes in the face.”

That was almost too sweet for Chrissy to hear. But she couldn’t help but zero in on one thing, “You think I’m hot?”

Robin froze, opening and closing her mouth as she stuttered, “I-No? I mean, yes? I-objectively yes. Not creepily.”

Chrissy smiled, her heart beating a little faster at the implication. But… Jason. She felt so bad for him. After what he’d seen, it made sense to blame them. But it only made sense now. There was no framework to understand what was happening before and to just blame Eddie and Nancy for everything was ridiculous. She’d never seen him like that before, so out of sorts. He was so good at keeping his temper undercheck, she didn’t get what was happening to him.

But… she had been pretty clear hadn’t she? She didn’t leave with him, she never even tried. She told him to go home, that she didn’t need him, she didn’t want him. It… it was close enough to a break-up wasn’t it? Chrissy wasn’t sure. Though she had a feeling even thinking of things the way she was made her a bad person. 

It just didn’t stop her from blurting, “I-I count tonight as breaking up with Jason. Just so you know. We um, we were never that close but my mom- she likes his family a-and… he used to be nice. He is nice but he’s… it doesn’t matter. We aren’t together. Just um, so you know. If you didn’t.”

She wanted to say more but… Chrissy could only be so brave in one day.

“I was um,” Robin swallowed, her face already red, “I was hoping that was the case. Because you deserve to be happy and I don’t…. I don't think he could do that.”

“He couldn’t,” Chrissy said softly, inching her fingers slowly to intertwine with Robin’s. She felt okay, as okay as she could be with the circumstances-

“Mmph!” 

Chrissy nearly jumped at the sudden noise, the only saving grace was that she definitely recognized it as Eddie’s voice. 

“Are they okay?” Chrissy asked nervously, staring out into the darkness. But Robin didn’t seem worried, she just gave Chrissy’s hand a comforting squeeze. 

“I wouldn't check if I were you,” Robin sighed, “If they get loud again I'll throw a rock in their general direction. But they are fine. Trust me.”

from the newest chapter of this fic

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adding onto this to say IM BEGGING I NEED THE ANGST AND IM OBSESSED WITH THIS UNIVERSE ALREADY EVEN THO WE ONLY HAVE A SNIPPET. i stand by the fact that no one does tender heartbreaking earth shattering gorgeous steddie angst quite like az does ! 💌

I am fucking VIBING with that little wip side piece you may or may not be finishing. You’re so creative and talented. I could wax poetic about you and your works for days 🫶🏻🥰

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[cuips-not-cute]

"I really love you," Steve says, and he hates that his voice breaks. He hates how scared he is, how every pull of his hips feels final.

Eddie seems to get it. Steve's head bows and Eddie kisses his forehead, says it back, lips brushing skin.

Steve fucks him like a prayer or maybe a plea, makes it as holy as he can considering just what they're doing. He kisses the spot where Eddie's heart beats beneath his ribs, holds his cheek in one hand, salty when he drags his tongue gently over.

Steve's not sure he's noticed it before, how well their noses fit together when they kiss.

What else hasn't he noticed?

Will he ever get to?

Steve goes slowly because Eddie's oversensitive, and so he can try to memorize it all.

Eddie's watery breaths. How long and pale his throat is, how pretty it looks bitten purple. The gooey tightness that holds him, how it feels like it might never let him go.

How Eddies lips part with every slow roll of his hips, the moans he feeds him, the candied air they exchange. Eddie tastes like spit and the orange he'd had after dinner. Bright and sweet.

How when Eddie gets close he starts gasping, a litany of sounds from his lips to Steve's, how he comes like it almost hurts him in its intensity, head thrown back and eyes shining.

And after, when Steve cleans up his spend dripping out of him, how Eddie bats him away, too fucked out to even consider the damp cloth.

Eddie just curls around him instead. Tells him he's scared but they'll make it, they have to, because he's never gonna give up a life like this. Steve listens and pulls him closer, tugging the comforter tight around them both.

Fear settles like a blanket. Almost comforting in its familiarity.

excerpt from chapter 10 of my fic, cyclical❤️

[pizzaqueen]

those magic fingers

Rated T / 2.4k / back rubs and fluff!

Eddie has a sore back, Steve offers the solution: one back rub. Totally platonic. No ulterior motives or hidden feelings whatsoever.

Excerpt:

“Okay.” Steve kicks off his shoes and crawls onto the bed, sitting propped against the wall. He pats the space in front of him. “C’mere.”

Eddie’s brows raise. “You gonna give me a back rub or something?”

“Well, if you don’t want one…”

“I didn’t say that. I was asking a question.” Eddie huffs and sets the book aside. He gets onto the bed, knee-walking over to where Steve is sitting; he turns around, flopping back against Steve. “All right,” he says, wiggling his shoulders against Steve’s chest, “work your magic.”

Steve pushes Eddie until he sits up and settles his hands over Eddie’s shoulders. “Is it your back?”

“Yeah… I mean, it’s not just my back, it’s my shoulders too.”

“Okay, just—” Steve pauses, suddenly wondering what the hell he’s doing and why he offered to do this. But he did, and if he backs down, Eddie will know something’s up. So, he draws in a deep breath and says, “Tell me if it hurts.”

“Anything you say, doc.”

Steve moves Eddie’s hair out of the way, gathering it to one side and pushing it gently over his shoulder. It bares the back of his neck, pale and soft, the notches of his spine. Something warm and indescribable moves inside Steve’s chest, just from looking at the back of Eddie’s neck. He sighs and fights the urge to trace the curve of Eddie’s spine with his mouth, but he does run his thumb up the side of Eddie’s neck.

A shiver runs through Eddie, and he says, “I thought you were giving me a back rub, not tickling me.”

“I can do both.” Steve digs his fingers into Eddie’s sides, and Eddie twitches, then lets out a pained gasp. “Sorry,” Steve says, and then he settles his hands on Eddie’s shoulders.

Eddie sucks in a breath as Steve digs his thumbs in.

“Holy shit, dude, your shoulders feel like rocks.”

Eddie grunts. “I’m made of rock and roll, what do you expect?”

“You’re made of dork.”

“Pfft.”

Steve tries to work out the knots, almost regretting it when Eddie lets out a low moan. It sends heat shooting through him, immediately followed by guilt. He’s doing this to help Eddie because he’s in pain and he’s Steve’s friend, but he can’t turn the feelings off. Touching Eddie always feels so good, and with the little noises Eddie’s making, Steve feels all mixed up.

“You know,” Eddie says, voice rough, “I bet if you gave your lady friends shoulder rubs like this, you wouldn’t be single.”

“What?”

“Seriously, they should call you ‘Magic Fingers’ Harrington.”

“Uh… I’ll keep it in mind.”

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[penny00dreadful]

Popping in again for the WIP Weekend to ask about And They Were Roommates! I'm so looking forward to that one

Oh thank you! I'm so excited for it too and I remember you'd asked to be on the tag list for it, so I have that noted down to make sure!

I think I'd mentioned before I got the idea from rewatching Vicious again and I thought "I need more fics where the boys are both involved in queer culture a little more, even if that's just with the language they use with each other."

So I said I'd do it myself and it's based both off of my own experience within queer culture with queer friends and what I have seen in our culture.

And OF COURSE I had to take the opportunity to make it enemies to lovers.

I also wanted something where one person isn't so immediately emotionally destroyed or obnoxiously jealous when the other person is going out on the town because like "I don't even like them, I don't care what they do!" But also "They're living their life, no skin off my back." Does that make sense?

I just want two bitchy boys getting together and grumbling about it. 😅

“That might need stitches.” “No stitches, can’t be bothered with stitches.” “Stitches not punk enough for you?” Eddie did glare at him for that. “Don’t even. You know I’m not a punk.” Steve grinned at him. “No?” “Steven.” Even through the heavy talk, Steve relished the sight of the slight smile that had appeared on Eddie’s face and his return to bitchy banter. “Edward, is there a difference?” Steve shrugged as he fished for supplies in the kit. “Doesn’t seem to be.” “To you, maybe.” Eddie flicked at a piece of his hair. “God you’re such a… you’re such a jock.” “Wow,” Steve raised his eyebrows, “let’s add observant to your list of positives.” “Assho-ow!” Eddie shrieked as Steve pressed a butterfly bandage over the wound. “You’re a giant pain in my ass.” “Only if you ask nicely,” Eddie growled at him, irritated and snappy, “you perpetual bottom.”

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[amidnightjen]

At which point he was unceremoniously grabbed and dragged into a supply closet, the door slamming shut behind him as something collided with him, resulting in a face full of hair and - because his mouth had been open on a protest - a mouth full of it too.

“Wha-at?” he sputtered around a mouthful of what was definitely hair and those were definitely arms wrapped around him trying to squeeze the life out of him and he knew the familiar puff of air being breathed - shakily - into the crook of his neck. He’d just - it had never been - and hold on hadn’t - “Eddie?”

Because, it wasn’t all that dark in the supply closet and despite, having a face full of dark curls obscuring his vision, he did recognise those dark curls even if there wasn’t as much of them as he remembered.

“Hey, Stevie.” The words were shakily muttered into the crook of his neck and Steve automatically raised his arms to wrap around Eddie because he knew how to offer comfort in times like this even if he had no idea why he was the one being tasked with it because he and Eddie -

Holy shit.

“Eddie?!”

He felt Eddie nod, still apparently unwilling to let Steve go which - holy shit. Steve knew how, well, no he knew when, he’d gotten here but last he’d seen Eddie…

“Holy shit, you’re alive.” It was Steve’s turn to squeeze Eddie because holy shit, the last time he’d seen Eddie had been in the Upside Down and most of his insides were very much on the outside. What was left of them that was. Jesus Christ, no wonder Eddie was freaking out.

As if he could read Steve’s thoughts, Eddie finally pulled away only to wrap his arms around himself protectively. “Guess death by demon bat didn’t stick.”

“Didn’t - ” Oh, holy shit. “It hasn’t happened yet.” And then he realised what he’d said but also that Eddie had ambushed him for a hug in a school supply closet and asked, “How’d you know it was me?” Because if he’d been wrong, he’d have been at risk of a serious ass kicking.

(Not by Steve but Tommy might have considered it his duty.)

“You keep staring at Robin when you think no one’s looking.”

And Steve would deny it if anyone else had said it but it was Eddie, Eddie who wasn’t dead because it hadn’t happened yet, and so he said, “She’s my best friend.”

And Eddie smiled, a soft and brittle smile, but genuine all the same. “Platonic with a capital P.”

[anxiousandrogynousartist]

“This is the third time I've had to put you back in bed. Why the heck do you want to lie on the floor so bad?” prompt from bump-of-whump

Steve had only left the room for a few minutes, he just needed to grab the soup and medicine for Eddie. Only a few minutes and somehow and yet again, Steve finds Eddie spread out on the floor like a starfish. He sighs in exasperation, unsure why he even bothered trying to move Eddie in the first place. Especially because Steve has had to do this twice already.

Moving further into the room, Steve places the bowl of soup and medicine on the bedside table. Managing to avoid the piles of various objects that are placed about the older guys room. Now Eddie’s room isn't extremely messy, the man himself prefers to state it is ‘an organised chaos’ but there is still a lot of things, compared to how little Steve has in his own room.

Turning away from the bedside table, Steve takes the few steps it takes to reach Eddie. Who of which is now rambling on about his latest dnd campaign, except the words are barely coherent as there's coughs and sneezes in-between each word.

Leaning over Eddie's sprawled out body Steve states, “Eddie, this is the third time now. You're sick and need to be in bed. So please tell me what on earth is making you want to lie on the floor so bad?”

The rambles slowly come to a stop as Eddie notices Steve and blinks up at him. He can't help but think how Eddie is cute, even when he’s a sniffling, coughing mess. He thinks how Robin would possibly give him a look of utter disbelief and mutter a dingus laced in incredulity. Because look he knows he's got it bad okay? It doesn't change the fact that Eddie is still adorable and handsome and he just wants to run his hands through his hair and lace his hands with Eddie’s, take him on dates and dance with-

“Well Stevie,” Eddie addressing him directly pulls him out of his thoughts, “you see the bed is a massive,warm, sticky, uncomfortable thing. And this floor.” He smacks his hand on the floor for emphasis. “Is cooler and I don't feel like I'm being suffocated by a million layers.” Eddie grins and starts sluggishly moving his arms, as if he's attempting to make a snow angel.

“Eddie I need to move you back in bed—” Steve begins to say as Eddie jumps in with.

“Stevie no let me stay on the flooooor”

“—so you can eat and take your medicine,”he finishes. Sighing at the whiny complaint falling from Eddie's lips.

After hearing the rest of Steve’s words it causes him to whine even more at the mention of the medicine. No matter what Steve has tried, Eddie always kicks up a fuse over taking the medicine.

Regardless he still tries to coax Eddie into taking some,”Listen if you finish all your soup and take your medicine I'll let you talk to me about dnd or the hobit, whichever you want.”

At the mention of his interests Eddie perks up quickly, lifting his head to get a better look at Steve.

“You better not backtrack after I do Steve else I will kick up more of a fuse next time I'm ill,” Eddie promises.

Steve laughs quietly and responds “I won't backtrack I promise now let me get you off the floor and in to the bed.”

Eddie grumbles but allows himself to be picked up by Steve and placed back on the bed. Steve doesn’t bother to attempt to place him under the covers because he knows Eddie will refuse.

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It has been so long since I've written fanfiction let alone posted it. This was mostly just a really quick exercise. I didn't want to worry to much on it being good and the grammar being well done etc more of just getting ideas down. I might come back to this and add more of I might not it was just nice to write again.