#steddie implied flirting?

[acowardinmordor]

Ignore what I did to ages timelines and canon to make this ficlet work. This is for @eddiezpaghetti and is, I promise, an actual event from my high school life. Mine was the football captain and star quarterback though. 😇

Deep Breath

Eddie was not an athletic guy. It didn’t matter that his fine motor skills were excellent with a pen or his guitar, the big picture version with hand eye coordination and ability to do anything even closely connected to sports was crap. So he never did sports for longer than a few days when he was young enough his mom was still around and encouraging him.

Any accidental skills he learned while wearing a uniform evaporated in the decade since his mom died. Then he met kids who didn’t make fun of him about sports, realized he could have friends without the ‘friendly’ sportsmanship, and Eddie didn’t look back.

Nerd for life. Sports for never.

Then Eddie was turning 11, and his dad had a chance for a ‘great job’ in Colorado. First in Pueblo. Then just north of the border into Wyoming. And then, in a little town halfway up the side of the mountains near Cañon City, while his dad went to Florence most days. Al usually managed to be home a couple nights each week during those years, Eddie found a book called a Player’s Manual and some friends, and that was that.

So, when the mysterious job his dad had been working all that time went bad, and a major news story about an attempted breakout at Florence ADX, when cops showed up to arrest Al, Eddie ran into the trees, up the trail and kept hiding for a day or two.

He wasn’t an athlete, but he knew how to sprint, he knew how to hide, and life with Pops made damn sure Eddie knew how to keep quiet. He was seventeen, and knew some states would try him as an adult for all the shit he’d helped Al do.

Eventually they sent a park ranger with a dog instead of a cop. A few days later, his Uncle Wayne greeted him with a massive hug in Hawkins, Indiana.

The next day, he was enrolled at Hawkins High, as a junior in limbo. Colorado did classes in trimesters, Indiana did them in quarters, and through some kind of Evil Machinations, he had eight registered classes, only two of which were needed to advance to senior year.

The other six?

Theater. Jazz Band. Study Hall. Study Hall. PE. Another Study Hall.

And.

Advanced PE.

He argued that he shouldn’t have to take non-required courses. They informed him about Indiana Laws on Truancy. He argued he’d rather take five Study Halls. They cited policy. He begged to take chemistry and biology instead. They refused.

Thus was the cruel hand of the Universe, demanding he participate in not just one stupid sports ball class — where, at least, there were other nerds to hide with— but a second, where student athletes were put so they had an easy A, and extra time to workout or stretch or whatever.

He skipped the first one and immediately learned about those truancy laws.

The next week, defeated and miserable, but still running late, he donned the grey tone garb, and stepped into Advanced PE.

Which was the exact moment he noticed the first flaw in his previous assumption.

A class full of sporty kids meant a class full of people who ranged from hot to gorgeous to ‘as long as she isn’t speaking’ all bent in amazing shapes as they stretched and warmed up. Including a guy with hair from a commercial and lips that would be borderline illegal in the Bible Belt.

Eddie was definitely going to die of lack of blood in his brain at some point in the next nine sessions of this class.

At least he remained the antithesis of sporty. The polar opposite of whatever Farrah Fawcett had going on. He could lurk and not participate, ogle until his poor bisexual heart broke, and still be good to go into Senior year.

Except. A few more things leading up to the one that really mattered.

The coach was a little annoyed that his star athletes were putting in the minimum effort.

The other kids were shooting him dirty looks.

The coach was pretty good at sussing out the best leverage on teens.

And.

Unlike Eddie, coach knew the natural effect of living at high elevations for six years.

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And see, it cannot be overstated that Eddie was not a sports-guy. But he did need to run (away) sometimes. Hearing that they were running six laps, at your own pace, was excellent. Then the sweetener: once you were done, you could cool down and be done for the day.

He wasn’t going to sprint, but a quick jog followed by half an hour napping on the bleachers? Yes please.

Whistle blown, clock started, and off they went.

It really, truly, cannot be overstated how much Eddie was not trying to be a little shit or that he wasn’t trying to go fast.

To be fair to Farrah up at the front, none of them were going fast. Eddie didn’t have practice after class like they did, and he badly wanted that napping time.

By the end of the first lap, Eddie and Farrah had pulled away from the others a ways, by the end of the second, Eddie had pulled ahead. And he kept pulling ahead. And ahead. Rolled his eyes as he caught and then lapped the rest of the class. They had some choice words for him as he went by.

Put some extra distance so he wouldn’t have to hear it. Got far enough by lap four he had a good view of Farrah’s ass, and was mentally writing a description for pathetic, but attractive court buffoons to use once he found a dnd group.

The coach was annoyed though, and knew exactly where to push.

“Harrington if the new kid laps you, I’m benching you for the rest of the year and I’ll make Jason Captain in the fall!” Came blaring through a bullhorn.

Farrah Harrington full on stumbled at that, head whipped sideways to stare. Gape? Slow down running as what sounded like a peak-jock-threat was leveled at him.

And Eddie wasn’t trying to be a lot shit at the start of this, but he damn well was now.

Eddie found out later the science stuff, but in the moment he decided it was either magic, or because he was used to dodging things as he ran up poorly maintained hiking trails in the Rockies. Cause now that he was trying?

No damn clue why he wasn’t dry heaving as he collapsed on the track to die.

No clue why he was closing the distance as they went into the last straight of the fifth lap, despite Harrington visibly realizing the coach was serious.

The magic theory was dismissed when Eddie didn’t easily lap the guy. They were around the first turn when Eddie got close enough that Harrington could turn to see him. Farrah was red faced and a little wobbly. Sure, Eddie was sweaty as fuck — it was way too hot for April, there should still be snow! — but he could do it. A little more effort, just enough to close another five feet, and he’d do it. Just about half a lap left. More than enough time. Eddie could be an absolute dick and lap Harrington, then get damn close to catching the rest of the class a second time.

The mere concept of their agony almost had him going for it. Who was he if he didn’t take a moment to gloat though?

He pulled level, tilting his head with a smile the drama teacher called “impressively deranged” planning to stay there until the turn, then actually sprint for the first time without cops behind him.

But Harrington turned to him, out of breath, red faced, plush lipped, with great hair, an ass worthy of songwriting, and gave Eddie the most desperately adorable puppy eyes god or man had ever crafted.

Eddie didn’t freeze, but the guy was hot, and maybe, maybe, he didn’t want to make him sad.

So he wasn’t a dick.

But he was a little shit, and he kept pace the rest of the way round. With his body half turned and awkward. With his dimples going crazy. With every person in the class well aware that it was an act of mercy by the new kid.

He even dropped back at the last second with a wink, letting Farrah cross the line ahead of him.

—

That was how Eddie became both beloved and beloathed by every sports kid on his third day in school. That was how he became the threat the coach used to intimidate the others. That was how the first rumor about witchcraft started.

That was not the day Eddie found out what coach had known.

No, he learned that the next fall, after running from monsters with Steve Harrington to keep a group of nerdy kids safe, overworking himself, vomiting on Steve’s shoes, and then bemoaning his lost magic in front of Dustin Henderson.

Who explained in detail how oxygen acclimatization worked.

—

If you didn’t know: when you live at high elevations, you get used to having less oxygen, so when you are suddenly at lower elevation, your body goes Woah! Free Oxygen! And you can do what Eddie did. It’s not permanent. A month or two if you don’t try to keep it, and it tapers off, but that’s more than enough time for Eddie to be a complete menace to the jocks. I know I was.

And obviously Steve thought this event was sexy, but he’s still with Nancy, and the boy is loyal. Eddie hates himself for not working to keep up his lung capacity the first time he and Steve hook up.

[dreamsteddie]

I think Steddie both have pretty high levels of rizz, just never with each other

Let me explain.

When Steve is flirting with someone he's usually able to strike that balance between embracing himself just enough for them to be endeared and suave enough to compliment them in sweet, charming ways. While he does strike out from time to time, he's mostly able to score the dates he wants.

Eddie is too much of a freak for anyone in Hawkins to take him on, but he can lean into the theatrics and "bad boy" image enough to charm some people against their better judgment, similar to how he flirted with Chrissy. He doesn't usually get the date, and usually isn't even angling for one, but he does get himself out of some potentially sticky situations (as well as create some new ones).

When they start trying to flirt with each other? They both enter their flop eras hard.

Steve becomes clumsy and bumbling in a way he's never experienced before. He's tripping over imaginary runs in the carpet, smacking into door frames, and biting his own tongue whenever Eddie is around. He tries to lean over the counter at work to look up at Eddie when he comes into the store and his elbow lips, leaving him with a busted chin for almost a week.

Eddie, on the other hand, who prides himself on his eloquence suddenly can't get a correct sentence out of his mouth to save his life. He goes to Steve's house with a complete choose-your-own-adventure style script ready to woo Steve, he's prepared for every possibility, but when he gets there he accidentally implies that Steve's sweater is ugly and that Eddie can't do simple addition all in one disaster conversation.

Their lack of ability to flirt with each other delays their inevitable admittance of feelings by at least three months. If not for the heavy intervention of all the party members plus Corroded Coffin, they may still be pining to this day.

[steddieas-shegoes]

like fire

for @steddie-week prompt 'touch starved'

rated m | 958 words | cw: mentioned child abuse, implied/referenced sexual content | tags: post-vecna, getting together, touch starved steve harrington

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the last time steve's dad touched him was with a palm to his face, a demoralizing slap to remind him how little he thought of him before disappearing indefinitely to do anything but accept that his son wasn't perfect.

the last time steve's mom touched him was in an attempt at an apology for choosing his dad over him, barely a brush against the red handprint on his cheek before she was following her husband out the door and out of steve's life.

the first time eddie munson touches him, he's certain he's about to die. broken glass against his neck is sure to be the last thing he feels.

but it's not.

as eddie realizes they aren't there to hurt him, his grip eases and lets go completely. as he drops his hand, his hand grazes against steve's.

steve checks his skin for the burn mark he's sure is there after the heat of the touch, but it's just skin. winter-pale skin with freckles and a scar from a fight he lost, but no redness or blisters.

it sticks with him.

when they're doing their best to save hawkins, the world, and eddie's life, it sticks with him.

he knows robin caught on early, but was gracious enough to keep her thoughts to herself as they focused on defeating vecna and keeping the kids alive.

they get eddie out, but barely. he's bleeding too much, and he's near delirious as they slide him into the backseat of steve's car.

"felt like fire," he says as his eyes close.

"what did?" steve whispers, hoping that the kids are grabbing bikes to meet him at the hospital.

"touching you."

steve watches as his breathing gets shorter, pained whimpers escaping from his lips. his eyes don't open again. steve wishes he could kiss him.

he doesn't get to see eddie again until hopper manages to clear his name nearly a week later.

he got updates via his uncle wayne, used the excuse that the kids were hounding him for answers when in reality, steve had barely heard from them because their parents refused to let them out of their sight. even dustin had barely been on the walkies, his mom making him go to work with her during the day so he wouldn't be alone.

but the moment he was allowed to go see him, he was walking through the door to his room with a stuffed bear from the hospital gift shop and a smile on his face.

wayne had already left for the night, and eddie had the television on something he wasn't watching, most likely for background noise. silence was hard after experiencing the world nearly ending.

eddie's eyes were closed, but steve could tell he wasn't actually asleep.

"hey, eds."

eddie's eyes blinked open, widening when he realized who it was entering his room.

"steve?"

when steve sat down in the chair next to his bed, he set the stuffed bear in eddie's lap and smiled.

"he needs a name."

eddie glanced down at the bear in his lap and back up at steve, confused and still.

"i think aragorn would be cute, but honestly i'm not sure if he's a bad guy or a good guy."

steve was getting nervous with the silence, certain that he was going to be told to leave, that he was being too much and that eddie would want space from him.

why would eddie wanna see him anyway? it's not like they were friends. sure, it felt like lightning going through his veins when they touched and eddie may have flirted with him the few times they actually spoke, but maybe that was just how it was for everyone. eddie was a firecracker.

a spark on his hand startled him from his thoughts.

eddie's fingertips were barely touching the back of his hand, but it was enough.

"like fire," eddie muttered, barely audible over the sharp intake of breath.

"you feel it too?" steve thought he was being dramatic, thought maybe that was just his reaction to a gentle touch.

eddie's hand covered steve's and for the first time in too long, steve felt warm.

he still shivered at the touch, surprised at how soft it was despite the rough hands with calloused fingertips.

"feels like i'm supposed to keep you warm."

steve melted.

the touches came easily, always gentle and kind, even when they were hands gripping thighs and teeth biting necks.

it didn't take long for eddie to understand how touch starved steve had been.

it was easy to tell.

steve wouldn't flinch away, but he tensed for a moment, even at the the slightest press of his lips against his shoulder or his hand against the small of his back. he was unsure how to accept the gentleness that eddie was giving him, but it got easier over time.

eddie would help him out of his clothes after a long day of volunteering, pushing him into the shower, washing his body and hair while steve closed his eyes and let him.

he'd massage his back and shoulders until steve felt like he was becoming part of the bed.

his lips brushed against his ear as he whispered for him to turn over and eddie would straddle his hips while he kissed him until steve was moaning and arching up into eddie's hands, silently begging for more.

and eddie always gave him more.

more touches, more kisses, more love.

he never went more than a day without eddie's hands on him. he forgot what it was like to want someone to touch him with love. eddie did it every time they were in the same room, and he'd keep doing it for the rest of their lives.

[runninriot]

Feel (I Know What You Need)

written for @steddiesmuttyseptember

week 1 prompts: Service Dom, Pillow Princess | rated: E | wc: 4.454 | tags: Pillow Princess Steve Harrington, Service Dom/Top Eddie Munson, Pre Steddie, Hook-Up, Flirting, Teasing, Sex and Feelings, implied Strangers to Lovers | complete fic on ao3

Eddie should’ve stayed at home, shouldn’t have let Chrissy drag him out of the house to go clubbing because look where that got him.

He’s standing alone at the bar, an overprized drink in his hand, watching his best friend having the time of her life after she abandoned him for the cute girl she’s currently kissing in the middle of the dance floor.

And, oh no, don’t get him wrong! He’s not mad at her for leaving him behind to have some fun with a stranger; he’s happy for her. Chrissy deserves to be swept off her feet, to be kissed by a girl that seemed to be genuinely interested in her, maybe not just for tonight.

Because while Eddie has been aware of his sexuality since he was 15 and lucky enough to stick his tongue down both, a girl and a boy's throat in one night for the first time – Chrissy is only now experiencing the benefits of broadening her... hunting grounds.

That’s good for her. Especially after her break-up with that douche Jason – Eddie couldn’t stand him, always knew it would end up in a mess one way or another. He’s glad that guy’s out of the picture.

So, yeah. He fully supports her little make-out session. And he really doesn’t need her to entertain him. He’s good on his own. Knows it’d be easy to find someone else to occupy his time with.

But the thing is-

He's been trying not to do that anymore, to stop picking up random strangers in random places.

Having casual hook-ups is nice and all, but it always feels like something is missing. Like he can’t live up to his full potential because what he craves demands a little more trust, more communication, more ‘getting-to-know-someone’ and that’s just not how one-night stands work.

So, he’s been trying to be good, to hold back and not jump at the next best person that offers him an inviting smile. But then again- Eddie’s a weak man.

He catches himself too late, can’t help but let his eyes roam across the room, scanning the party crowd for potential takers. It's like a sugar rush, addictive in a way, fuel for his ego - and see, the thing is, Eddie's good at flirting, good at reading people to know what they're after.

Like pretty boy over there, for example. Doing his slutty dance moves; fingers seductively gliding across his mesh-covered upper body, touching his face, stroking through his own hair – confident, horny. He’s good-looking and he knows it, knows he’s got eyes on him, not just Eddie’s.

Eddie can practically hear the girls to the guy’s right gush about him when he sees them giggle and blush while daring to turn their heads every now and then. And there, watching him closely from the left corner, licking his lips like a greedy snake when the guy on the dance floor sways his hips to the beat, is a dude that probably thinks he’s hot shit with his gold chain around the neck and too much gel in his hair.

But neither of them have a chance, because it’s Eddie, who catches his attention when he opens his eyes and stares right at him before making his way over to the bar that’s conveniently also where Eddie is.

This is almost too easy, really.

Eddie can read him like an open book; the yearning in his eyes is visible from miles away and his body language is speaking volumes. Eddie knows exactly what that guy wants and this could be his lucky night because-

Eddie's suddenly feeling generous.

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“Never seen you here before,” pretty boy says as he leans over the counter, waiting to get the bartender’s attention.

Eddie doesn’t hide the way he’s checking him out head to toe, eyes lingering where the guy’s bent over the edge of the counter with his juicy behind on display, hugged by a tight pair of shorts that’s sitting dangerously low on his hips, revealing a sliver of bronze tinted skin dotted with moles.

Everything about pretty boy’s outfit screams ‘easy to get’ but he can see in in his eyes that it’s all part of an act.

That guy is anything but easy. He’s the type of person that wants to be conquered – you either prove you’re worth his attention or he won’t grace you with more than a derogatory look.

Eddie is so up for the challenge.

   “First time,” he answers curtly, hiding a smile in his glass when he finishes his drink. “Not my usual crowd.”

He’s feigning disinterest while already undressing the guy in his mind, throwing away any half-hearted intention to stay alone tonight.

The guy’s too pretty to be left unsupervised. Someone needs to keep an eye on him, make sure he’ll get home okay.

There are too many creeps just waiting for a delicate little thing to cross their paths, ready to sink their dirty fingers into places they do not deserve to stain with their greedy hands. They’d only cut themselves on his sharp edges anyway.

Eddie, on the other hand, knows how to take care of a beautiful rose with thorns, wouldn’t mind a few scratch marks as a reward for his efforts.

Without looking away from him, Eddie lifts two fingers – the petite brunette behind the bar has been eyeing him up all evening, he knows she’ll see him.

Sure enough, not a minute later, two drinks are placed in front of pretty boy whose eyes widen when Eddie grabs one of the glasses and silently offers him the second with a nod.

   “Impressive,” the guy snickers while rolling his eyes, trying not to give away how much it bothers him that Eddie managed to get him served that easy. “I’m Steve.”

He doesn’t offer his hand but instead, straightens his posture and turns to fully look at Eddie, giving him an obvious once over.

   “Eddie.”

   “So, what brings you here? You said this isn’t your usual crowd.”

Eddie’s eyes flick over to where Chrissy is dancing arm in arm with her girl and he smiles to himself when he turns his focus back to Steve.

   “Guess I just wanted to try something different.”

   “And? Was it worth it?”

Steve holds his gaze and Eddie could probably get lost in the other guy’s hazel eyes. But he’s a man with a plan and he’s getting tired of their pointless conversation.

Time to cut the chase.

   “Music sucks,” he says, leaning just a little bit closer, “but I sure had a fun time watching the dance floor.”

He doesn’t miss the bob of Steve’s Adam’s apple when he swallows roughly, imagines what it would feel like to follow the movement with his tongue.

   “Yeah? Saw something you liked?”

Steve inches closer almost as if he doesn’t realise it, eyes still transfixed on Eddie.

   “Still do.”

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[hello-sweetheart]

Steddie Angst Prompt: Nepo Steve + Undiscovered Musician Eddie

Eddie is trying to make it big in the music scene but people don’t get ‘discovered’ nowadays, even with a manager, it’s all about who you know. And Eddie gets the chance to mingle after subbing for small band who were one member short. He scores an invitation to tag along to a party. A high profile party.

And Eddie’s manager gives him a tip: the son of C. Harrington, owner of huge record label GNH, will be there and he so happens to bat for the both teams.

Nothing is said directly but it’s heavily implied that if Eddie can manage to shake this guy’s hand and flirt his way into a few dates… that can be his in.

So, okay, stringing along some rich entitled asshole born with a silver spoon in his mouth? Eddie’s game. Doesn’t hurt that the guy is easy on the eyes, even if a little too on the preppy side for his tastes.

And he does it. He gets his few dates, but no word has reached Harrington senior about his music so it looks like this might turn into the long game.

Except that Steve is sweet.

Eddie didn’t count on Steve being so sweet.

Eddie didn’t count on Steve showing active emotional interest. To spill his heart out to Eddie and reach with such lonely hands practically begging to be loved.

Eddie didn’t count on falling in love either.

Maybe Eddie can have his cake and eat it too, right?

But then, well,

Steve finds out about his original intentions.

[rocknrollsalad]

rating: t cw: implied car wreck, traffic, smoking tags: pining idiots, pre-steddie, mentioned Buckingham, word count: 928

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt "traffic"

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“Remember when you had the hots for Tiffani?” Eddie asked, his feet kicked up on the dashboard as he relaxed into the corner of the seat.

“Why is she the one everyone holds against me?”

“Because she made you a doll…of yourself.”

“So? You made a little guy that was me, hand-painted and everything,” Steve shook his head and grabbed the cigarettes.

Eddie knew he was pushing the guy’s buttons and should probably tread lightly but it was so fun and almost too easy. Plus, there wasn’t anything else to do. All they had for entertainment beyond riling up Steve was watching the daylight slowly disappear. Even the radio couldn't save them as they conserved gas.

He watched the cigarette find its home between Steve’s lips and fought every urge to hold his lighter out, lit and desperate for the closeness it’d require. Instead, Steve stared off into the horizon and waited for the lighter in the van to warm up.

“That’s different. First of all," Eddie started, finger to the sky. "You asked me to make that. I didn’t do it for fun and I never sneakily cut your hair to use for realism.”

“Neither did Tiffani.”

“You sure about that, I swear we all saw a little bald patch for a while.”

“You could, ya know, you could walk to Indianapolis. I think you’d probably beat me there,” Steve huffed.

It was so perfectly Steve that it made Eddie want to scream. He was literally pushing Eddie away but wrapping it up with a neat little bow. Get the hell out of the car but also then you wouldn’t be stuck in this god-awful traffic. I'm helping you more than I'm helping me.

He’d probably give Eddie his coat, a couple of quarters to call anyone should he need to, and a snack before literally kicking him out.

Of course, that was all if it wasn’t such a hollow threat. Eddie had more than learned that in all their time together. Something he hadn’t expected to say but here he was spending a lot of his free time with The Steve Harrington. Perhaps the weirdest thing to come from this whole monsters and alternate dimensions thing was learning what made the guy tick.

“God and miss hanging out with you? I love being trapped in my van and snapped at because you can’t control the weather.”

“We don’t know that the weather did this,” Steve finally lit his cigarette and cracked the window. Eddie tried not to stare but it was impossible to look away. It was some kink Eddie didn’t know he’d had until Steve.

“Either directly or indirectly, it did. So who are you kissing at midnight?”

“Is that why you were asking about Tiffani?” Steve said, passing over the cigarette just like Eddie knew he would. It was why he didn’t light his own, he wanted to share with Steve.

“You think Robin and Chris invited her to their place for the party? Robin likes to make you squirm but that feels too much for even her.”

“Nah because then she’d had to admit she was flirting with her too,” Steve laughed, holding his hand out for the cigarette.

They were losing the last bits of daylight and Eddie started to feel a little anxious. They’d been there for far too long and they had a limited break in the weather. The longer they sat here the worse it was going to be when they finally got moving. Hanging out with Steve was starting to rub off on Eddie. He was thinking practically. It was awful.

A few brake lights ahead of them lit up and gave Eddie a bit of hope. He shook his head and said “Gross” to what Steve had said.

“So who are you kissing at midnight then? You’re not going to be doing any better than I am,” Steve poked. Eddie deserved this for getting him worked up but he didn’t enjoy it.

“I dunno, maybe our odds are about the same,” he said, feeling just a little brave as he refused to make eye contact. Even as he felt the cigarette offered again.

All of this was ramping up to something but Steve wasn’t following the script. He was on edge and quicker to fight than normal. Something Eddie usually loved and even now was enjoying a bit but that’s because it was better than thinking too hard about asking the man to be his New Year’s kiss.

To confess he’d been harboring a crush so big it was impacting everyone around them seemed the perfect road trip confession. Eddie was even blessed with traffic. Which did little more than give him more time not to pull the trigger. It shouldn't be this hard, yet Eddie stayed silent.

He sucked in a breath and tried to stop thinking about it. The more he tried to set up the perfect conversation, the harder it seemed to be.

And as mentally planned, the van filled with whoops and cheers, only they weren't for Eddie’s confession. It was joy punctuated by Steve slamming the gear shift into drive. “We’re moving!” He said, shaking the wheel. With one last drag from the cigarette, he passed it off to Eddie. “Come on, I don’t think we’ll even be late.”

“Great,” Eddie sighed and watched the moment slowly creep by like the discarded McDonalds bag he’d been staring at for the past hour. He’d missed his chance and there was no way the universe was going to hand him another. Not like that.

[moonstruckme]

could you write steve harrington x reader x eddie munson?

something like, Eddie invited Steve to see his band playing at a bar and during the presentation Steve starts to flirt with the reader cause he thinks she's the most gorgeous girl ever, and hes actually happy cause she is flirting back, and when the show ends Eddie gets to them and he is like "yeah shes my girlfriend but don't worry we like to share"

Hi, thanks so much for your request! This got a bit long, but I hope you like it :)

Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Steve knows that, in theory, he's supposed to be here for Eddie. And Eddie is good, commanding the attention of the entire bar, the colored lights seeming to shine more brightly upon him. It's unfair to his bandmates, really, but Eddie's just like that. Has been from the first time Steve met him, and he's grown more fascinated with the other man each day since.

It's part of why, when Eddie had asked Steve and no one else to come to his show that night, Steve hadn't hesitated before cancelling his plans with Robin. But now that he's here, he finds his attention unwillfully divided between the bright, shining star on the stage and the girl beneath it, glowing softly like the moon.

It seems like every bit of light that catches Eddie refracts back onto you, and you beam up at him, clearly enamored. Steve knows the feeling. Maybe it's that kinship that drives him towards you, maybe it's something else, but Steve finds himself drifting through the crowd, letting himself be bashed around by overenthusastic moshers, until he's beside you.

"Do you know their stuff?" he shouts over the music, jerking his chin towards the band.

You smile, eyes roaming his face appreciatively, and Steve's mouth goes utterly dry. He didn't begrudge you the attention you were bestowing upon Eddie, but having it directed at him is something different entirely. Steve wonders if he's never been properly looked at in his life, if this is what it's supposed to feel like.

"I do!" Your enthusiasm is adorable, and Steve finds himself grinning back at you as if in a trance. "I go to all of their shows. Is this your first one?"

"Yeah," Steve says, debating whether to tell you he knows someone in the band. What if you want him to introduce you to Eddie? He's not sure if he could stand watching as the two most gorgeous people he's ever seen get together right in front of him; Steve's too selfish for that.

He's saved from his moral dilemma when you nod cheerfully, as if Steve's just given more than a bland, one-word response. "Yeah, didn't think I'd seen you here before. Whaddya think?"

This, he can answer with complete honesty. "I really like it. They're awesome." Some of them more of others, in Steve's opinion. But he might be biased.

You look downright jubilant at his answer, and Steve's happy to have something in common with you. "Aren't they?" you yell back, still bopping your head to the rhythm even as you devote most of your attention to Steve. Eddie starts on a guitar solo, and you both abandon your conversation to watch, whooping above the roar of the crowd, and when Eddie grins, Steve's not sure which one of you it's directed at. Once the chorus starts again, you grab at Steve's collar, pulling him closer so you can yell in his ear. He's eager to oblige you. "You should come to more shows, if you can. I'd love to have someone to hang out with."

Steve hopes the lighting is camoflaging his blush, but there's no hiding the beaming grin that comes to his face at what he hopes you're implying. "Sounds good to me," he yells back, taking the opportunity to put his hand in your hair under the premise of gaining easier access to your ear. "Actually, I'm really thirsty. Come to the bar with me for a drink? I'll buy."

You agree without any further persuasion, and while neither of you ever takes your attention completely off the band, you spend the rest of the set chatting at the bar. By the time Eddie hops down from the stage, your hands are joined on the bartop, and you're running your thumb along Steve's knuckle flirtatiously. Eddie heads straight for the two of you and Steve wilts slightly, knowing the jig is up, but when Eddie grins at him, he can't help but smile back. It's an automatic response.

"Hey," Eddie greets him, before his eyes find you. "Hi, sweet thing." He wraps an arm around your shoulders, and your cheek dimples where he kisses it. "Did you have fun?"

You hum in happy affirmation. "I met Steve."

Eddie chuckles. "Yeah, I can see that, baby." His gaze falls on Steve, who's busy wishing a sinkhole would open under his seat and swallow him up. "I was gonna introduce you to my girlfriend after the show, but it seems like you found each other without me."

"Your girlfriend," Steve repeats dazedly. He looks between the two of you, waiting for someone to be offended. Should it be him? You were flirting with him too, or had he misread everything? There was no way Eddie didn't see your hands atop the bar, fingers intertwined. "I—I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys were together. I wouldn't've—"

"Shit, relax, Harrington," Eddie laughs, and now Steve's definitely offended. How could he have thought Eddie liked him, when he would laugh at Steve's humiliation like this? "My bad, I should've explained. Y/N is my girlfriend, but we're not...exclusionary."

Steve says nothing, letting his flabberghasted expression speak for him.

"I was sort of hoping you guys would hit it off tonight. We're into sharing," Eddie says it casually, as if its not the most surprising and objectively the best news Steve has heard in his entire life.

"Wait." Steve wants to be sure he has this right. "So you," he looks at Eddie, grinning smugly as he watches Steve put it together, "and you," he turns to you, gazing at him with kind, hopeful eyes, "are in a relationship, but you want...me, to be in your relationship too?"

"If you want to," you say softly, squeezing Steve's hand. "Eddie's been campaigning for this for weeks, and after tonight, I'm pretty sold on the idea too." You laugh a little, and Steve realizes, for the first time, that you're nervous.

"Yeah." Steve's palm is sweaty against yours, but the answer comes to him easily. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great." Eddie doesn't seem surprised, necessarily, but his smile is giant and goofy, and you seem equally thrilled. "Then how about I order us some more drinks?"

Steve's only had one tonight, but as Eddie slings his other arm around his shoulder, wrapping the three of you in a loose hug, he feels plenty drunk already.

[steddiemicrofic]

Steddie Microfic September 3rd-9th Masterlist

Just Begging to Be Seen by @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly | Rated E | cw: language, sexual content, dirty talk, slight d/s subspace

nice enough by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: implied sexual content, blood and injury | tags: eddie munson lives, post-vecna, flirting, implied getting together

untitled by @estrellami-1 | Rated G | no cw

raining, pouring, falling by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | no cw | tags: deity!steve, thunderstorms

Look At Me by @mrsjellymunson | Rated M | cw: longing, voyeurism and/or exhibitionism

Could've Been You by @runninriot | Rated E | cw: accidental voyeurism, sexual content | tags: pre steddie, confident steve harrington, steve/oc (past), eddie has a crush on steve, steve wants eddie

Into The Night by @griefabyss69 | Rated M | cw: urination, voyeurism

The Aloe Gel Tingles by @scoops-aboy86 | Rated M | cw: gratuitous steve ass | tags: gay eddie munson, bisexual steve harrington, and they were roommates, implied anilingus

miracle by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated G | no cw

Take a Picture, It'll Last Longer by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: locker room nudity | tags: pre-steddie, set during s2, hitting the showers, steve harrington has a big dick, and eddie munson can't help but notice

shower of snow by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: language | tags: eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington, implied sort of enemies to lovers situation, hockey au, modern au, pre-steddie

Shower Spray by @bifuriouswaterbender | Rated E | no cw

The Thing by @fuctacles | Rated T | no cw | tags: roommates, pre-relationship, open interpretation

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

All of my fics written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles 2024, days 11-20.

[Days 1-10] A pirate's life for me Prompt: Cabin | Rated: M | Tags: Pirate AU; Implied child abuse; Flirting; Sexual tension; Dubcon if you squint, Steve is very into it, promise; Fade to black sex | Notes: Probably not the kind of cabin @steddieas-shegoes had in mind, but I wanted to write more Pirate AU Constellations of crimson

Prompt: Stargazing | Rated: E | Tags: Mafia AU; Mob boss Eddie; Dark Eddie; Blood and violence; Corpses; Nudity; Outdoor sex; Top Eddie; Bottom Steve; Bloodplay; Murder boyfriends | Notes: So I knew I wanted to do starlit outdoor sex for this prompt, but I couldn't decide on a universe to set it in, so I let @steddieas-shegoes pick one. She picked Kiss That Ring, which was a choice for sure. These two truly bring out the worst in each other. Meet the parents Prompt: Family Dinner | Rated: T | Tags: Modern AU; No UD AU; Meet ugly; Fake dating; Fake identity; Past Stommy Wherever you wanna go Prompt: Together | Rated: T | Tags: Omegaverse; Alpha!Steve; Omega!Eddie; Steddie dads; mpreg (referenced); Domestic fluff | Notes: Set in the same universe as Whatever you want it to be Everything you do is perfect

Prompt: Ornament Rated: T | Tags: Established relationship; Post-Vecna; Everybody lives; Christmas; Steve Harrington has bad parents; Eddie Munson is a sweetheart; Making out A purrfect Christmas

Prompt: Tree (for both) Rated: G | Tags: Established relationship; Domestic fluff; Cat dads Steddie; Christmas | Notes: Set in the same universe as this one Sound, color, touch

Prompt: Lights | Rated: E | Tags: Magic AU; Established relationship; Married Steddie; Explicit sexual content | Notes: Once more for the Phantom Thief boys! I published the first part of this exactly 363 days ago, for last year's holiday drabble challenge. I'm not crying, you're crying!! Neverland Prompt: Vacation | Rated: T | Tags: No UD AU; Cruise ship; Musician Eddie; Kids' entertainer Steve; Steve in a dress; Homophobic language; Sexual tension; Eddie being a horny disaster | Notes: Based on this brainworm. Artwork of Steve and Robin in their costumes, done by the incredible @arelliann this way. Of toppings and fillings

Prompt: Dessert | Rated: M | Tags: Established relationship; Idiots in love; Competitive idiots, to be more specific; Sexually explicit language; Sexual innuendo; Eddie is a little shit

Home for Christmas

Prompt: Alone | Rated: G | Tags: Post-Vecna; Future fic; Everybody lives; Exes Steddie; Rock star Eddie; Single dad Steve; Reunions; Second chances | Notes: Continued from this one

[Days 21-31]

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 8 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: 🫠

Warnings: Dom Steddie and plus size sub reader and all that that implies! (I regret nothing!). Smut for sure. Degrading (whore, brat, slut I believe), slapping, choking, handcuffs 🫠, DP, overstimulation as a punishment. Jealous Steddie especially Steve, Steve and Billy fight (mentions of the aftermath), angsty feels with a dash of fluff near the end!

Word count: 5668

After that night at Steve’s house, the next few months felt like they flew by; for you anyway. When you weren’t with the guys or Masie, you were busy with school and basketball. By the time December rolled around, you were ecstatic for the upcoming winter break. 

Since you had been helping them with their schoolwork, Steve had finally taken you up on your offer to sit with you and your friend at lunch. Masie hated it at first but after noticing the turnaround he had made from last year she started to actually enjoy his presence. 

“It makes no fucking sense.”, Steve whined as he furrowed his eyebrows. 

“It’s science. None of it makes sense.”, she giggles. 

“I’m afraid I can’t help you too much with that. I mean I have my notes but physics isn’t my forte. Eddie may know something.”

“Munson is into science fiction. Not the same thing.”

“Eh, it feels like it is.”, Masie shrugs as she looks over her own work. 

A gentle sigh left your chest as you felt Steve’s legs lean against yours under the table. It was so hard for you to keep your hands off them at school and it seemed to be just as equally hard for them. One day during your free period, Steve pulled you into a nearby closet outside of the gym and fucked you against the wall as you tried not to scream, giving yourselves away. 

After a heated D&D session during a Hellfire club meeting, Eddie bent you over the table and pounded into you until you were quiet literally begging him to stop because you had cum too many times.

Of course, after the rough, the calm followed. One weekend, they took you to see the new Wes Craven movie, A Nightmare on Elm Street, that freaked Steve out but Eddie thought was amazing. Eddie took you to your first concert just outside of town and you had a blast listening to Dio live. Your favorite part though was being able to fall asleep next to him at his trailer afterwards. He looked so peaceful when he slept and all the anxieties he seemed to carry just disappeared.

Steve took you to a play at the theater and even bought you a beautiful dress that you loved. When the production started, he seemed bored until you held his hand and leaned against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head as you smiled.

The sound of the bell shook you back into the moment as the three of you headed to your next class. This particular class you and Steve had together but you also shared it with Billy who continued to make the boy’s life hell. Today was different, however. Instead of coming in and flirting with you like he usual did, Billy angrily sauntered in and threw his body into the chair next to you. 

Anger was just radiating off him which is something you had seen in with Eddie and Steve. It wasn’t just a normal type of anger but one mixed with pain.

“Can I help you?”, he snapped. You hadn’t realized you were staring at him. 

“Are…are you alright?”

“Like you fucking care.”

“Hey!”, Steve growled. “Don’t talk to her that way.”

Billy glared at the boy as class begun. About halfway through you felt a light tap on your shoulder as a note slid across your desk. 

I’m sorry if I scared you, pretty girl. Just had a rough morning.

You turn your head to see him gently smiling at you, his blue eyes shimmering as they meet yours. 

You don’t scare me. You just aren’t displaying your usual arrogance is all.”

Billy chuckles as he leans back in his seat, writing something down before handing the paper back to you.

God, baby, do I love your attitude. 

ARE you alright?

My dad and I had a disagreement…about respect.

Your heart breaks slightly as you glance at him again. Just like Eddie and Steve, he seemed to have a shitty dad but unlike them it didn’t seem like he wanted to try and become a better man. If anything, you imagined his father probably carried the same demeanor Billy did.

You handed the note back to him without writing anything in return and he huffed a bit before passing it back to you. 

I can probably teach you a thing or two about respect, baby girl. If you’d let me. I assure you a bitch like Steve Harrington can only teach beautiful women like yourself that there are better men out there who can satisfy and take care of you. 

As the bell rung you crumpled the note and threw it at his chest as you rose to your feet. When your eyes met Steve’s firey ones you knew you were in trouble. 

##############

“Tina is having a party tonight. Are we going or…?”

“That is the vaguest invite I’ve ever gotten to a party.”, you giggle as you place the book in your hands back onto the shelf. “Who’s Tina?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. Fucking Tina!”, Masie smiles. “It’s supposed to be a big thing. Eddie will be there.”, she teases as you roll your eyes. 

You follow behind her as she continues to walk forward, heading towards the next aisle of books in the library when suddenly a ringed hand darted out from a dark room and pulled you in, closing the door. 

“Jesus! You scared me.” You breathed a sigh of relief as your eyes landed on Eddie and Steve. 

“Good. You should be scared. What were you and Billy Hargrove talking about?”, the metalhead asked. 

Your eyes lulled towards the other boy full of annoyance. “First off, tattle tell. Second, nothing. He yelled at me before class and just wanted to apologize.”

“That guy isn’t the type to apologize, Y/N.”

“Harrington, you didn’t tell me he yelled at her.”

“Hey, I got on him, alright? And even if he was ‘just apologizing’ like she claims then why were they going back and forth until the bell rang? He definitely said more than that.”

Your eyes met Eddie’s as understanding flashed through them. 

“Ah. I see. Seems they were talking about you, Stevie.”

“What about me?” The boy stepped back so his friend could take over as he loomed over you. “Answer the question. What the fuck did that asshole say?”

“Please…let it go. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Oh. Okay, I get it. You think he’s better than me, hm?”

“I didn’t say that!”

Steve hand gripped your throat as he walked you back towards the wall. “Then what are you saying?”

“Why does it matter, Daddy? He’s not important.”

“It matters, little girl, because I say it does. Now…this is the last chance I’m giving you before we raise the blinds and spank you in front of all these people outside.”

You sighed as your head hung, telling him everything Billy had said. While you were talking, Steve’s palm had slide down your arm and steadily began tightening his grip as he got angrier. 

Eddie noticed the panicked look in your eyes as he stepped forward. “Ok, Harrington. She did good and answered you. Loosen your hold or let her go, man.” 

The boy blinked back into the moment, releasing you before opening the door to the study room and disappearing. 

“I just didn’t want to hurt him.”

“I know, sweetheart.”, Eddie pulled you into his arms. “I know. He’ll cool down by tonight. What did you want to do tonight, by the way? I was thinking we could rent a movie or something.”

“I can’t come over tonight. Masie invited me to go to a party with her.”

The boy pulled back from your embrace and sat on the table in front of you as he crossed his arms. “You didn’t say anything about a party before.”

“She just told me about it. I don’t know the host but it could be fun. You guys should come.”

“So, you’re going to a party at someone’s house you don’t know filled with people who have bullied you and hurt you at the last party you went to?”

Your eyes scanned his annoyed demeanor. “What the problem, Eddie?” His eyebrows raised as your jaw tightened. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Thank you. The problem is I don’t think you should go. You have all the popular assholes and I’m sure this other douchebag will be there.”

“Then come with me and show him who I belong to.”

Eddie sighs as he shakes his head. “No.”

A growl emits from your throat and his head snaps up to look at you. “Did Steve tell you that Billy calls me names like ‘pretty girl’ and ‘baby girl’ to? Hell, he shouts it in the fucking hallway. Why are you both still afraid to be seen with me at school?”

“First of all, you watch you tone when you’re speaking to me. Second, we are not afraid to be seen with you.”

“Oh please! Yeah, Steve sits with us at lunch but people think it’s because we’re dorks who help him with his homework. You guys didn’t even sit with me in our classes. Billy did.”

“I see. Then why don’t you go fuck him then!”

“Don’t test me, Eddie. I am NOT that shy girl anymore.” You both glare at each other. “You may be in charge of me or whatever but I deserve to be shown off.”

When he doesn’t respond, you huff out of the study room on a mission. 

“Y/N, where have you been? I’ve been looking—”

You pass by Masie out of the library and into the parking lot where you find Billy smoking a cigarette by his car. 

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Do you want to go to a party with me tonight?!”

“Whoa. Um…yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.”

When you turn back around, you find Eddie, Steve, and Masie staring at you like you’ve gone insane. As you head back and grab your friend’s arm, you address them. “I deserve to be seen. I’m tired of everything being unclear!”

You were playing with fire but to you it was worth it.

############

“Wow. You look breath taking.” 

You smiled as Billy held his car door open for you. Tonight, you decided to go all out wearing a beautiful short sleeve dress that cut off just above your knee. The top was black and the skirt was a bright purple with a belt cutting the colors in half in the middle. Instead of wearing Eddie’s jacket, you decided on a black jacket of your own that still showed off your curves. Thankfully, your parents were out of town this weekend so they wouldn’t make you wear something else. 

The entire drive to Tina’s, Billy kept glancing over at your body.

“How, um, how are things with your dad? Did he still get on your case when you got home?”

He chuckled until he realized you were genuinely asking. “Oh, uh, no. They weren’t home and my stepsister is out with friends so no one to get on my case.”, he winks. 

“I get that. Is your mom a bit of hard ass as well?”

“No. Susan is alright.” You noticed his tone change so you decided to leave it there. “What about you?”

“My parents can be strict but nothing too dramatic.”

“Hm. How do they feel about you and King Steve?”

“There’s nothing between me and Steve.”

“Uh huh. Sure, honey. I’m not an idiot and I’m not blind. He obviously has a thing for you and vise versa. What I don’t get is why neither of you makes a move. Is it because of that long haired dude everyone calls a freak? I’ve seen you talk to him to. Keeping your options open?”

You exhale at his line of questioning, mostly because it’s loaded with condescension towards Steve and Eddie.

“I assume that’s why you invited me to this party. Hey, I’m not upset. I’ve told you before I’m more than happy to show you how a real man treats a queen like you, gorgeous.”

As soon as he pulls up to the house, you recognize Eddie’s van immediately. You look around for him and Steve, oddly feeling lonely that they weren’t beside you. Billy leads you into the kitchen and hands you a cup filled with bitter liquid. He laughs as you cough and rubs your back. 

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle your alcohol, baby girl!”, he shouts over the music. Some of the other kids swarm around him including Tommy. 

“Wow, Y/N. Getting around I see.”

Billy glares at him as he pulls the boy by the collar. “Hey! You show the lady some respect, asshole.”

Tommy holds up his hands in defense as he and some of the other boys head outside with Billy in tow. You refill your cup and slosh it back before following after them. As they set him up in front of keg, a strong cologne smell you’ve come to enjoy fills the air. 

“Having a good time?” Steve stands beside you as he watches the display before him. 

“I would hope so especially since I told her not to come.” Eddie snapped the lighter closed after lighting the cigarette in his mouth. 

“Yeah and then you told me I should just fuck him so…”, you shrug.

“Hm. Well you’ll have to tell us if he lives up to that promise of ‘being a better man that can satisfy you’.” 

You feel the tears sting your eyes as they speak. 

“Eddie told me what you said about wanting to be seen. I guess taking you on dates in town and spending time with you outside of school isn’t enough. We should smack a name tag on you or something that says ‘Eddie and Steve’s girl.’” When he finally turns to look at you, his eyes fully drink you in. “Still can’t just fucking be, can we?”

“Harrington!”, Billy saunters over with beer dribbling down his abs. “You had your chance. Pretty girl said she wanted to spend tonight with me. Go play with someone else.”

Eddie’s fists clench at his sides as he stops himself from punching the man in front him for putting his hands on you. You were theirs. Billy was touching something that belonged to them and what was worse was you didn’t move away or recoil at his touch but instead walked back inside the house with him.

After that moment, the tension in the air hangs between the three of you that no one else seems to notice. While you sit on the couch with your date, your eyes dart around, watching Steve dance with another girl while another flirtatiously runs her hand along Eddie’s chest as he leans in close to talk to her over the music. 

Angrily, you rise from your seat and head towards the kitchen to get more fuel for what you were about to do. 

“Hey! Hey, hey. You don’t need any more.” Billy reaches over trying to take the now empty up cup from your hand. 

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

His gorgeous blue eyes narrow down at as he smirks, bumping you with his chest as he gradually walks you back towards the counter. 

“Do you want me to?”

Your lips attach to his as you cling to his neck. He tasted better then you thought he would but the overpowering hint of nicotine was almost too much. Eddie tasted like cigarettes but he was a delicious mix of other things that drove you crazy. Steve’s lips always lingered with you even after you stopped kissing him. The best way to describe his taste was just that it was Steve. You could kiss them both until your own lips went numb. With Billy, you couldn’t remove his mouth from yours fast enough. 

They trailed down your neck as his strong palms gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the countertop. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he grinded against your center. When you opened your eyes they met Eddie’s as he leaned against the fridge watching with his arms folded. He glanced out into the living room before turning to face you again, rising 3 fingers in the air. A shaky breath left you as he began counting down and as soon as he hit zero, Steve came into view. 

He asked the metalhead what he was doing before turning to you. Your pussy fluttered as you watched the fire quickly build in his eyes. 

“Billy…”, you whispered as Steve confidently strides towards you both.

“Yeah, baby?”

The man grabs his shoulder, yanking him around before punching him in the face. As he flies towards the opposite counter, Steve roughly grips your waist and places you on your feet, shoving you towards Eddie and out of the way. 

Billy laughs sarcastically as he stands to face him, taking a swing of his own as the boy tucks out of the way and hits him again. The other man grabs a nearby cup throwing the liquid in Steve’s face before punching him in the stomach. 

“No!” You lurch forward but Eddie grips your arm, pulling you back as he steps forward to take over. Coming from behind he grips the man’s arms, tugging him off of his friend. 

“Now, William, if you can’t fight fair then we won’t either.”

Steve stands to his full height and grabs Billy’s collar. “No more nicknames. No more hitting on her. No more even looking in her direction. She belongs to people already and you’re not one of them. Do I make myself clear?” The boy glares at him as his jaw tightens causing Steve to punch him again. “I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?”

“Yeah, man.”

“Good boy.” He pats his cheek as Eddie tosses him to the ground. Steve bypasses you as the metalhead grabs your arm and follows him out the front door towards his van. 

“You’re hurting me, Sir.” Your tone is feeble as you try and tug yourself out of his grasp. 

“Oh, did you hear that, Harrington? Calling me by my title like she knows how to follow instructions.”

They open the backdoors of the van and all but lift you inside before slamming the doors shut. As Eddie starts to drive down the road you sit behind his seat as you cling to your knees. You glance at Steve who’s still fuming as he glares out the windshield. You can’t help the tears that fall as you notice a cut that’s bleeding above his cheekbone near his eye where Billy had hit him. His attire still completely trenched in red punch. 

Steve’s eyes flick down towards you before he focuses his attention back to the window. “Save those tears, Y/N. We’re about to give you a real reason to fucking cry.”

“Daddy…I’m…I’m sorry.”

“No, little girl, but you will be.”

###########

As soon as you got three got back to Steve’s house, he pulled you out of the van and pushed you through the house till you reached his bedroom. 

“I think you should take over until I’ve calmed down a bit.”

“You. Sit.” Eddie gestures towards the bed and you immediately do as your told. “Do you want me to take care of his welt on your face?”

“No, dude. Not yet. Let her continue to see what her stupid fucking actions did.”, he spits as he takes a seat in his desk chair.

They expected to see you pout but when you squared your shoulders, it surprised them. “You were flirting with other girls to. I saw it!”

“Oh? You saw us kissing on other girls? Grinding our dicks between their legs?” You hung your head at Eddie’s words. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you fucking whore. Now shut the fuck up while I talk to Harrington here.”

“You also invited him and rode with him to Tina’s house. Who knows what else you did with him before you got there!”

“Nothing, Daddy! I swear!”

The metalhead digs through some of the other man’s things and finds what he is looking for. He marches up to you, tearing the duct tape from the role and placing it over your mouth. 

“Shut. Up.” He turns to Steve. “What were you thinking? Spanking?”

“I don’t know…she might enjoy that too much.”

“I know something she won’t enjoy.” A wicked smirk spreads across his face as he disappears heading outside towards his van. 

Steve’s eyes penetrate yours as you both wait. “So did he prove himself? Show you what a real man can do for a girl like you?” He chuckled when you shook your head. “That’s a shame. Makes all this drama seem like a waste. You fucking hurt me tonight. Way more than this.” He points to the cut on his face. 

“I—we--- missed you so fucking much while you were in New York this summer. We talked about you all the time. ‘Oh, when Y/N gets back maybe we can take her here.’ Or ‘Yeah, I think Y/N would enjoy this.’ Then you come back and we take fucking care of you yet it’s not enough?!” He sighs as Eddie enters the room again. “I’m sorry we apparently haven’t been clear enough about how much we fucking like you. Or maybe we made a mistake in trying this you because WE aren’t enough.”

You felt like absolute garbage. Steve was right. Since you had come home, they had done so much for you, showing you time and again how much they cared for you. Yeah, they didn’t parade you around school but they did spend time with you there; Steve sitting with you and befriending Masie while Eddie had even invited you to watch him and his friends play D & D in their Hellfire club. Literally the alternative would be to smack a name tag on you showing that they owned you. How had you never noticed before?

Eddie sat by your side as he removed the tape and tossed it on the floor. “Have you ever heard of the stop light system?” You shook your head as the tears cascaded down your face. “Green is good, Yellow is slow down, and usually Red is stop but in our case it’s Vanilla. So for example, right now, I’m seeing you cry like that and it’s scaring me a bit so I’m going to ask you what color you feel you are at right now.”

You wipe your face, turning to face him. “Green, Sir. I just… I feel so selfish.”

Eddie nods as he reaches for your wrists and clicks a set of handcuffs around one of them. “Too tight?”

“No, Sir. Thank you.”

He lifts your dress over your head before guiding you back against the pillows and chaining you to Steve’s headboard. His fingers gently remove your shoes tossing your clothes to the floor. 

His palms run down your skin as he watches your face. 

“Why do you feel selfish, little girl?”

“Because…Daddy is right. You both…have—”

While you were speaking, Eddie had slid his hand between your legs and had began pressing slow circle into your clit.

“Go on.”

“You both h-h-have been good to me—mmm—since I got hom-m-me.” He had gradually picked up his pace making you moan. “Why?”

“Why have we been good to you?”

You shook your head. “Why are you—mmm—making me f-feel good?”

“Good question, Munson.”, Steve squinted towards his friend.

“Watch the master work, Harrington.”, he winks. “Speaking off, can you grab the thing in my backpack. You’ll know it when you see it.” He chuckles as your body trembles and you cum. “I got the idea when I fucked her on our D &D table and that night we were trying not to bore her. I did some research and apparently, it’s very effective.”

“Eddie…please…”, you beg. You know where he’s headed with this. Rolling his eyes, he smacks you lightly across the face. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Still fucking apologizing instead of just listening the first time and following the fucking rules.” Eddie thanks Steve as he hands him a white wand. “I had to go two hours outside of Hawkins to buy this thing. This town is so closed minded, I swear. Now this, little girl, is wand. Makes sense, I mean it looks like one.” He displays it in front of you as the other boy plugs it into the socket by the wall. 

The metalhead pushes a button and it vibrates to life. “Now like most wands, this thing is magic.” He abruptly presses to your clit and you cry out at the feeling, your eyes promptly rolling back. “Supposedly, Stevie, this little vibrator is guaranteed to make someone cum hard every…single…time.” Between each word he pushes the device aggressively against you. 

They giggle as you pull against your restraints, your feet kicking nothing as you cum faster and harder than you ever had before. Three orgasms later and you body feels completely worn out. 

“Sir…please…it’s too much.”

“Aw poor baby. Is this too intense for your little pussy to take?” Eddie laughs as you nod. “Steve, why don’t you give her something else to focus on.”

The boy grins as he removes his shirt and takes off his pants with his boxers before crawling on the bed above your head.

“Can your hands still tap the headboard?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The metal clanks as you adjust your wrists slightly and prominently smack it with your palm. 

“Good girl. If you need to stop or get our attention just tap twice.” As soon as you confirm, he straddles his knees just above your shoulders, tapping your lips with his cock. “Open your mouth.” You do as he commands, bobbing your head as he groans. 

Eddie collects some of the slick between your folds, making you moan around Steve as he pushes two of his fingers deep inside of you. 

“God damn. You’re so fucking tight right now, sweetheart. Fuck. I can’t wait to stretch you open.” 

Steve grips your hair in his fingers. “Flatten your tongue. That’s it. Just like that.” His eyes squeeze shut as he pants out moans, thrusting in small motions as you gag around him. 

“Tonight, Y/N, we’re going to show you what Billy thought he was man enough to do.” The metalhead presses the wand on your bundle of nerves as he pumps his fingers into you. “We are the real men that can take care of and handle a woman like you. After tonight there will never be a fucking doubt in your mind.”

Steve felt your moans vibrate around him as you began to climax again, holding your head still as your throat practically closed around him. You coughed as he released you, shimmying his body till he was straddling your hips. He wiped your face with his arm as he scanned you for any signs of discomfort. “C-color?” The boy wasn’t used to asking yet, making a mental note to ask Eddie more questions about things like this later. 

“Green, Daddy.” Your gravel filled voice was just making him harder; if it’s possible. 

A now naked Eddie pushed Steve’s shoulder, signaling for him to get on the other side of you. He turns you on to your side facing him, lifting your leg over his waist. His lips passionately kiss yours as his hand holds the back of your neck. You whimper, feeling his cock breach your sex.

Your pussy clenches around him as you watch his mouth fall open in a silent moan as he slowly thrusts his hips, feeling you grip him tightly. 

Eddie tries to keep his eyes open as you lean your forehead on his when Steve runs his dick along your ass. The metalhead brings your mouth to this again, holding you to him as he feels you wince, the other man entering your body. “You’re ok. You’re ok, baby.”, he whispers as you tug against your restraints. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. Taking us both. I told you; no one will ever make you feel this good.” He gradually began picking up his pace as Steve began to do the same.

“He told me—fuck—about us falling asleep inside you. Maybe next time—mmm—you fucking behave we can…we can do that. God damn, Y/N.”

Steve hadn’t said a word but his grunts were music to your ears. His arms had wrapped around to your front, massaging your breasts as he occasionally kissed and sucked on your shoulder. 

The pain had long subsided and all that was left was the overwhelming pleasure of having them inside of you, hitting all the right places as they stretched you open. 

As you came, you screamed, feeling like your body was going to explode into a million pieces. Eddie followed, unable to hold back any longer as he hugged your head to his chest and released inside of you. Steve’s fingers dug into your hips as he held you, climaxing with a strangled grunt as his forehead pressed to your back. 

You three laid still for awhile until you couldn’t take the soreness in your arms any longer. “Eddie…”, you whimpered. The sound of his name caused his head to shoot up at attention. “My wrists hurt.”

“Shit. Baby, ok, let me…” He held your waist as he pulled out of you, reaching above you to click you free. “Y/N, you said they weren’t tight.” You followed his eyes to where you had deep red indents on your skin.

“They weren’t. Maybe I pulled on ‘em to hard.”, you pout. Your breath stutters as Steve carefully pulls out of you as well and slides off the bed. 

“Ed, go ahead and get a bath going. I’ll be right back.”

“Can you walk, sweetheart?”

“Yeah…just not very fast.”

He grins as he takes your hand and helps you off the mattress, guiding you towards the bathroom. “Well shit. Either Harrington is testing out new body washes or he got these for you.” A nice delicate smell fills the room as Eddie pours some of the liquid into the water. 

“I didn’t know what kind you liked so I just got what I thought smelled good.”, Steve came in with some bandages and an ice pack in his hands. “If you hate it just tell me—”

“No! I love it. What is it?”

His eyes light up a bit at your smile. “Um, it’s supposed to smell like the beach.”

“I’ve never been to the beach.”

“We’ll have to rectify that, immediately. Climb in, princess.” He reaches for your hand but you fold your arms tightly around your body. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I want to ask you both to sit with me but…I don’t think I deserve it.”

Eddie’s fingers lift your chin as he flashes you a comforting smile. “Nice to know meek Y/N IS still in there somewhere. Ask us, baby. Like you need it.”

“I do need it. Will you please sit with me?”

He reaches for your hand again as he climbs into the tub and you follow. Steve does the same, shifting the items in his hands as he places them on the side. You flinch as Eddie cleans you, leaning against his chest as you burrow into his neck making him chuckle.

“I may just settle for scarfs or ribbons or something because this?” He holds up your arms to display your wrists. “I don’t like this.”

“I didn’t even realize…”

Steve places the ice pack on them and you hiss at the cold. A comfortable silence falls between you three as Eddie traces his finger along your back and down your arms. 

“I’m sorry… for everything. You’re right. I mean even if we didn’t have this.”, you gesture between you. “You do a lot for me and I have so much fun with you guys outside of the bedroom. I don’t know, I guess I just hate that guys like Billy feel like they can hit on me freely and vice versa.”

You reached for the antiseptic Steve had brought and leaned forward to clean the cut on his face, feeling his eyes scanning over you as he heavily sighs. “I’m sorry if we made you feel like you don’t deserve to be seen. We just thought since this is so unorthodox, you’d want to keep it a secret but Y/N, I don’t hide that I like spending time with you or that you’re my friend. I was telling someone the other day about that creepy fucking movie we saw.”

“Oh my god, Harrington. Calm down. It wasn’t even that bad.”

“Munson, the dude pulled a guy THROUGH his bed and tossed back his blood. What the fuck?!”

You giggled as you placed the tiny Band-Aid over his cut. “Evil Dead is much worse.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Hm, debatable.”

“I told the Hellfire guys about the concert we went to.”, Eddie grinned as you leaned back against his chest. “Next month, Poison is coming to town and they said we should all go. I, um, I don’t actually have a lot of people to tell or talk to but, um, Wayne wants to meet you one of these days.”

Your own grin grows as the remaining tension leaves the air. 

“Can I ask you something before we pretend that you never went on a date with Billy Hargrove?” Steve smiles as you laugh and nod. “I have to know…is his kissing like God’s gift to mankind?”

“Dear Lord, no. That was one of, if not, the worst kiss I’ve ever experienced and I’m not just saying that! It was like…kissing an aggressive ashtray.”

They both cackle as you wrap Eddie’s arms around you and place your legs in Steve’s lap. 

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Everlong / part seven

Warnings: 18+, angst, physical fight, blood, sexual harassment (someone touches readers thigh without permission but she stands up for herself and Steve defends her), reader uses a gun, smut, breeding kink, jealous!Eddie, daddy kink, mentions of pregnancy 

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader / Steve Harrington x fem!reader / implied Steddie x fem!reader (?) 

Summary: After weeks of avoiding you, Steve finally finds the courage to face you and apologize to you which may or may not end with a broken heart. 

Series masterlist 

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The hideout was never really crowded, only a few town residents occupied the tables and the chairs at the bar, though the group of men that would always sit at the biggest table by the windows were loud enough to for you to think that half of the town were in here, no one ever minded them though, they are kind and never start any fights.

There’s five of them– the five drunks, Eddie always jokes about.

Tonight, the bar is more crowded, you don’t see many women around and it makes you a little uneasy. Usually, Robin and the rest of your friends would be here to watch Eddie play but Robin and Nancy left for college again. 

Robin hasn’t come to see you, she didn’t apologize and she didn’t say goodbye either, not in person and not on the phone. It broke your heart a little, despite what happened, you still consider her your best friend even if you aren’t hers anymore.

Argyle and Jonathan went back to college in Lenora, you and Eddie spent a lot of time with them before they left. Sometimes, Nancy would join and something about the way she behaved around you had changed. She was more open and more kind.

And Steve, you haven’t seen him since that night.

You can’t help but feel sad that he didn’t seek you out yet. You are still upset and very hurt by the things he said to you and by his behavior but you still want to talk to him.

You don’t know where you are standing now.

Does he hate you or does he feel ashamed for what he has said to you? You don’t know.

He didn’t apologize to you but he apologized to Eddie a few days ago. He waited for him outside of his trailer after work and apparently they had a long conversation. Eddie didn’t tell you every detail of their conversation but he did tell you that Steve is very sorry for the things he has said and done. Eddie had a pitiful look in his eyes when he told you about their little talk, you know that he forgave him, you don’t know if you can though.

Steve and Robin were on your mind a lot but not tonight.

A smile appears on your face as Eddie starts playing the next song, he winks at you as he mouths ‘for you, baby.’

Your eyes light up and your smile widens as he starts playing hysteria by def leppard.

You giggle as he blows you a kiss. Leaning your elbow against the counter, you place your hand under your jaw as you watch your boyfriend play. 

He looks so good, he always does but something about the way he looks tonight makes all your insides tingle and your heart flutter like crazy. 

He is wearing a red and black flannel you got him, a black tank top underneath, his jeans hang low on his hips and as he raises the guitar higher, his shirt rides up a little, exposing his pale skin.

You bite your lips, squeezing your thighs together. He notices it, of course he does. Even with the distance between the two of you, he notices the flustered look on your face. A smirk tugs at his lips.

He does the same to you, checking you out shamelessly, he could care less about the crowd or the other people in the room, all he cares about is you. His little groupie is what he called you the last time you came to his gig. When he was done playing, he sauntered over to you and began flirting with you as though you both didn’t know each other, you played along, pretending to be his groupie. You ended up fucking in the dingy restroom.

You’re wearing a skirt that he specifically picked out when you went shopping together, a cute black top that showed your boobs off nicely, way too nicely. If you weren’t his already, then he’d certainly make you his tonight.

You look like an angel, a naughty fucking angel. And of course, you caught someone else’s eyes tonight. He noticed it right away when you both walked in.

A group of men he hasn’t seen here before sat around a table near the stage. One of them kept checking you out shamelessly, eying you from the other side of the room with a hungry look in his eyes.

Eddie kissed you possessively and made a big show out of it, making sure that everyone in this bar knows who you belong to. He draped his leather jacket over your shoulders before he left for the stage, hoping that the guy would take the hint that you’re taken but apparently that didn’t stop him.

Eddie’s smirk fell when he saw the man walking towards you, stopping next to you, he was already smirking as he turned to look at you.

“Hey.”

You noticed the frown on Eddie’s face before you heard the man’s voice.

He puts his hand on the counter and steps in front of you, blocking the view to the stage.

You furrow your brows and straighten your back as you put your drink on the table, eying the tall man in front of you, “hi…” you mumble, eying him cautiously.

“I’m Drew,” he says as he holds his hand out for you.

You look down at his hand, noticing the few tattoos on his forearm. You raise your head, eyes meeting his, “and I’m not interested, now move, you’re blocking the view.”

He laughs in surprise and draws his hand back, you expect him to leave after that but instead he sits down in the chair next to you, eyeing you up and down with a dark look in his eyes, “that’s an interesting name.”

You look back at Eddie again, noticing the worried and angry expression on his face as he looks at the man in front of you. You give him a small smile, subtly holding your hand up to tell him that you’re alright.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in–”

You roll your eyes as you turn back to him, “dude, I’m not interested. Go and bother someone else.”

He squints his eyes, stroking his chin as his face grows a little serious. He eyes the jacket around your shoulders.

He is young, probably your age. He is tall, way taller than you, his blue eyes flash with anger and you can already tell what kind of a man he is.

His demeanor and the look behind his eyes reminds you of someone you once knew.

“I’m just trying to talk to you, what’s your problem?”

Irritation and anger sparks inside of you, “do I look like I want to talk to you?”

He shrugs, smirking, “you looked at me earlier.”

You looked around the room the way you always do when you walk into any place. 

You raise your brows and chuckle, “so?”

“Figured you wanted to talk to me.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “I didn’t. Why would I want to talk to you?”

He licks his lips, chuckling, “you’re kind of a bitch, you know that right?”

Your expression turns into a sour one and you clench your jaw. You would love to slap the cocky smirk off his face and throw your drink at him.

“And you’re fucking annoying, Drew. Now piss off and go find someone else to talk to,” you say as you wave him off.

“Nah,” he shakes his head, bringing the bottle to his lips, he brings his beer as he continues to check you out.

You know you should just get up and go but you refuse to give up your spot because of some asshole who won’t take no for an answer.

“I’d rather talk to you. Little brats like you just need to be put in their place.”

Asshole.

Your glare turns into an icy one. Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you feel the anger rising inside of you.

He leans closer to you and puts the half empty bottle on the table before he places his cold hand on your thigh.

“How about I take you back to my–”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You slap his hand away and jump off the chair, taking a few steps back.

Your loud voice alerted his friends, who looked at the two of you right away. Eddie too, who was just about to jump off the stage. His face showed nothing but pure anger.

“Oh come on,” he chuckles, stepping towards you and before you can take another step back, he grabs your waist, pulling you towards him.

You shudder in disgust and anger as you raise your hands to push him away but his hands are suddenly gone and he stumbles back as someone pushed him off of you roughly. A surprised grunt falls from his lips as he stumbles back.

“Don’t fucking touch her.”

Steve.

You look at the man in anger, who only chuckles as he walks back towards you, holding his hand up to his friends.

Eddie puts his guitar down, telling his friends to keep playing as he jumps off the stage, making his way towards you.

Steve grabs your hand and pulls you back. You can see the anger in his eyes as he eyes the man in front of him. He is breathing heavily, pumped on adrenaline, he is ready to fight the guy and anyone else in this room who dares to put their hands on you.

“I’d suggest you to leave,” Steve mumbles angrily.

“And who are you?” he asks, looking down at Steve’s hand that is still holding yours.

You sigh in annoyance, “just fucking go and leave me the hell alone!” you exclaim as you pull your hand out of Steve’s grasps.

He points to Steve, smirking, “is this your second boyfriend?” he grins, “damn, I knew you were a bitch but I didn’t take you for a cheap slut–”

Steve throws a punch before he can even finish the sentence, the sickening sound of a bone cracking follows as Steve throws another punch.

Your eyes widen and you step back, looking around in panic, you notice one of Drew’s friends heading towards the fighting men.

“Shit,” you mumble, gulping nervously.

This guy is shorter than Drew but he definitely packs more muscles than him and Steve.

He walks towards Steve and your heart stops in your chest.

You should do something, you know you should. You fought interdimensional monsters before, ones that were twice your size and yet, men still scare you more than any monster ever could.

Before he reaches Steve, he falls back as a fist collides with his face and Eddie steps in front him.

Your heart jumps in your chest, you watch Eddie worriedly, scared to see him getting hurt but he is fueled by anger, the guy has no chance against him as Eddie steps over him and grabs him by the collar of his jacket.

You hear a glass shattering and look towards Steve, eyes widening in fear as you see the blood dripping down his face as he fights Drew off, throwing one punch after another.

“Steve!” you look around in fear, not knowing what to do. The bartender looks just as panicked as you are, Drew’s friends are ready to fight and the five drunks are useless as always, meanwhile Gareth and the rest of the band look like they’re having a good time as they watch the fight unfold.

Drew gains the upper hand and delivers a punch to Steve’s stomach causing him to double over in pain.

“God… fuck this,” you mumble, you rush behind the counter, knowing that bar owners usually keep some kinds of gun around.

The bartender looks at you in confusion as you walk towards him, “you got a gun?” you ask.

He nods with widened eyes, “shotgun.”

“Well, give it to me.”

His eyes widen, “no, kid–”

“Give me the gun!” you demand as you glance at Eddie, who still has the guy pinned to the ground. One of the other men walks towards Eddie, the tallest one out of them. Your heart leaps to your throat and you rip the shotgun out of the man’s hand the moment he takes it out of one of the cabinets.

The last time you held a gun in your hand was when you escaped the Russian base at the mall and managed to steal a rifle from one of the guards.

You know how to use them, years of fighting against monsters forced you to learn your way around all kinds of weapons. 

You cock the gun, pointing it at the man who walks towards Eddie.

The shotgun isn’t even loaded but it doesn’t matter, you don’t plan on actually shooting, though you wouldn't hesitate to blow someone’s hand off if they tried to hurt Eddie. 

“Do you even know how to use–”

“Hey!” you yell.

The band stops playing as they see the gun in your hand. Gareth’s eyes widen and he drops the drumsticks.

“Oh damn,” Jeff mumbles as him and Gareth share a look.

“That’s the most action this town has ever seen!” one of the drunks yells, causing the others around him to laugh.

You glance at them, they are barely even fazed by the fight they just witnessed.

Eddie lets go of the grunting man on the ground and glances at the one who headed towards him.

“Do you even know how to use this, baby?”

You glare at Drew, aiming at him now, you tilt your head, “wanna find out?”

Steve pushes him off, wiping the blood off his face, “fucking asshole,” he mumbles.

“Hey kid, put the gun down.”

You glance at the man, the one that walked towards Eddie, he holds his hands up. Surprisingly, he doesn’t look as mad or pissed as Drew or his friend on the floor does, he just looks frustrated and shoots Drew a pointed look as he throws another comment at you.

“We don't want any trouble.”

You chuckle and raise your brows at him, “really? Cause Drew over here touched me without permission and then he attacked my friend.”

You miss the way Steve’s eyes soften after you called him your friend.

“And this pathetic asshole over there wanted to join the fight,” you say, pointing the gun at the groaning man on the ground.

He raises his head, “I wanted to break them apart but this Kirk Hammett wannabe broke my nose,” he grumbles as he pushes himself up into a seating position, clutching his nose.

Eddie glares at him, scrunching his face up at the comment.

“Please just put the gun down, kid.”

“I will, once this asshole is gone,” you mumble, tilting your head towards Drew.

The older man nods, turning to look at Drew, he glares at him, “get your ass up, we’re leaving.”

He furrows his brows, “seriously–”

“We’re leaving,” he says with a stern voice, one that can only belong to a father. Judging by their similar features, you figure that he must be Drew’s dad.

He clenches his jaw and nods, turning away from Steve, he looks back at you one more time before he walks away from Steve, spitting on the ground, “this is a shithole anyways–”

Eddie steps forward, he places his hand on his chest, pushing him back, he throws his fist into his face, “that’s for touching my girl, you piece of shit,” he growls, “if I ever see your ugly face here again, I’m gonna do worse than a few punches.” 

You watch as he clenches his fist, ready to punch Eddie back.

“Don’t even think about it, asshole!” you yell.

His friends seem to have enough of his bullshit. The guy on the ground grunts in pain as he gets up, walking past Eddie, he glares at him, “thanks for that, rockstar,” he grumbles, holding his broken nose.

The older man grabs Drew by his shoulder, giving Eddie and Steve an apologetic look before he turns to his friend, “go,” he mumbles as he pushes him towards the door.

You glare at him as he gives you a wink before he leaves the bar, his friends following suit.

“I’m sorry about him, kid always pulls some shit like this,” the older man grumbles before he places a few bills on the counter, “nice music by the way,” he says to Eddie before he turns to leave.

Sighing in relief, you close your eyes and take a deep breath as you place the shotgun on the counter.

Eddie turns around, looking at you with a concern in his eyes. He notices the way your hands are shaking. His eyes soften as you open your eyes and meet his. He walks towards you as you move away from the counter, meeting him halfway. Reaching out for you, he cups your cheeks as you place your hands on his forearms.

“Are you okay?”

“You okay?”

You both ask at the same time.

You chuckle as you stare into each other’s eyes.

Steve rolls his eyes, not looking amused in the slightest.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Eddie whispers, his eyes still flicker with anger, “should’ve killed that asshole for touching you.”

Your eyes soften and you lean in, pecking his lips, “I’m okay,” you whisper and grab his hands, frowning as you see his bloodied knuckles, “I should clean that up.”

Placing his hand on your lower back, he presses a kiss to your forehead as he looks over your shoulder at a grunting Steve. The bartender handed him a rag to clean off the blood, he winces in pain as he holds it against the wound on the side of his cheek, “I think you should help Steve instead, I’m fine.”

You shake your head, “Eddie–”

“He looks pretty bad, baby,” he mumbles.

“I don’t want to talk to him.”

“You don’t have to,” he says, although he hopes you will.

Steve was your friend before he became more than that to you. He knows that he still means a lot to you and he knows that you mean a lot to Steve. He doesn’t want you to lose each other because of the mess you three have gotten yourself into.

“Just play nurse, I know you love to do that,” he chuckles, squeezing your waist, “I’ll help the guys carry all the stuff back into the van, guess the gig is over,” he sighs.

“I’m sorry… it’s my fault,” you mumble, feeling guilty for causing a scene earlier.

“Hey….” he shakes his head, placing his fingers under your chin, he tilts your head up, “it’s not your fault, that asshole shouldn’t have touched you. I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself, Sweetheart.”

Your heart flutters and you smile, “thank you,” you whisper, you look into his soft eyes and place a kiss on the top of his hand.

Eddie smiles at your sweet action, he brings you closer to him, brushing your hair back, “can’t wait to take you home.”

You smile and lean closer, “me too,” you whisper and give him one last kiss before you turn away from him and look at Steve, who stares at you with a sad expression on his face.

“Come on,” you sigh.

He turns to look at Eddie, who nods at him, eyes flickering with encouragement. 

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The flickering lights in the bathroom drove you crazy, you couldn’t concentrate on the wounds on his face. You grabbed the first aid kit the bartender gave you and took Steve into the backroom instead. You both sat down on the couch and spent the first few minutes in silence as you began to clean his wounds.

“You need to see a doctor,” you mumble, you avoid looking into his eyes as you cup his cheeks, eying the wounds, “you might have a concussion.”

“No, I feel fine.. He didn’t hit my head or anything,” he mumbles, staring at you.

You nod but you don’t respond and you don’t look into his eyes either. It makes him sad. You brush your fingers through his hair, pushing it back so it doesn’t get in the way as you to clean the blood off his face. Your hands are gentle on his face, your thighs are pressed against his and you lean closer to examine the wound on his cheek.

Steve stares at you and he feels a pang of hurt in his chest.

Your pretty eyes used to light up whenever you saw him, now you can’t even look at him anymore.

Your lips were always set in a smile whenever you looked at him, now they are set in a frown.

You look tense and he hates it and hates that he is the one who caused it. He is the one who pushed you away, who pushed you into another man’s arms– a man who makes you happier than he ever could.

But god, Steve wants you so bad.

“Thanks for defending me but you really shouldn’t have done that,” you mumble.

Steve scoffs, “he touched you and he called you a slut–”

You scoff at his words.

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn't the first time someone called me that,” you say as you briefly look into his eyes.

He sighs, closing his eyes, “I-I didn’t mean that–”

“Whatever, I don’t want to hear it, Steve.”

His heart sinks and his shoulders slump. He feels awful for the things he has said and done.

Luckily, there is only a little cut on his cheek and the bleeding from his nose has stopped. You disinfected his wounds and put a bandaid on the cut.

You grab his hand, examining his bruised knuckles. You stop your movements and your eyes flash with recognition as you notice the ring on his middle finger, the one you gave him for his 20th birthday. You touch it with your thumb, letting it linger there for a moment.

Steve’s heart flutters in his chest as he sees the softened gaze on your face.

“Y/n, I’m–”

“Don’t,” you snap at him.

He tenses up.

“You don’t get to say you’re sorry after all the shit you have done, it won’t change anything.”

“But I am sorry,” he whispers.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head, “are you?” you ask, looking back into his eyes.

He nods and moves his hand out of your grasp before he takes your hands in his, “I am, y/n. I am so fucking sorry and I-I know that it won’t change anything, I know I messed up but I want you to know that I’m really sorry a-and I don’t even know where to start but I wanna apologize for everything that I’ve done��� I don’t expect you to forgive me, I just want you– need you to know that I’m sorry,” he says with tears in his eyes, he squeezes your hands.

You look into his brown eyes, seeing the regret and the sadness in his eyes leaves a dull ache in your chest.

He looks so vulnerable, so soft and innocent. You can’t believe that this man broke your heart.

“I know I fucking ruined it, I know that we could have been happy together–”

“But it doesn’t matter anymore, we won’t be happy together!”

You take a deep breath as you feel the anger growing stronger. How dare he say this to you after everything that happened?

“I-I know, I know that okay? I know I fucked it up for us–”

“There is no us, Steve. There never was!”

His face falls, his eyes flicker with sadness.

“But I love you.”

You blink, sighing, you turn away from him.

"Oh, you do?” you scoff, “did you love me when you were with all your girls?”

Guilt crosses his expression, “I always loved you.”

“No you didn’t, Steve. You said you did but you didn’t. You wouldn’t have been with anyone else if you really loved me. I didn’t blame you for needing time for yourself when you said you weren’t ready for a relationship but using that time to be with other people when you apparently loved me makes no sense.”

“You kept saying that you love me, you kept saying that all you ever wanted was me, you kept telling me that you want a future with me and yet you did all of this. How am I supposed to believe you?” you ask as you think of all the times he claimed those things only to be with someone else right after, “I mean, was I ever, even for one second, enough for you?”

He tilts his head, holding your hand tighter than before, he speaks your name softly, “you were always enough for me–”

“Don’t say that I was enough for you, I never was. You wouldn’t have chosen Nancy over me, you wouldn’t have chosen any of your meaningless flings over me if I was enough for you,” you mumble as you feel the frustration rising inside of you, “you kept stringing me along, you kept me waiting, you were hurting me all this time and you didn’t even care because I never mattered to you, did I?”

Being away from him and being with Eddie, truly helped you open your eyes. You realized things that you haven’t realized before. Steve manipulated you for years and you acted like a damn fool and waited around for him, knowing that he would never feel the same.

“What?” he gasps, shaking his head, “you always mattered to me! Nancy or any of these girls… they never mattered to me–”

“Stop, just stop, okay? You’ve done nothing but hurt me all these years, you gave me all this hope, all these empty promises. It took me years to even try to get over you–”

“Try?” he asks as his eyes lighten up a little, “try to get over me? Does that mean that you still aren’t over me?”

His eyes hold nothing but hope now and he squeezes your hand tighter than before and it kills you, you love him, you always will but it’s not what you once thought it was. Even if none of this would have happened, even if he never hurt you, the moment you’d lay your eyes on Eddie, things would have changed.

Eddie is your person.

You are his and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Even if you could change things and you could have Steve from the start, even if he would do anything to prove to you that he wants you, only you, you still wouldn’t want him back. You want Eddie. 

“Steve.”

He cups your cheeks, staring at you with pleading eyes, “y/n, please.. I-I can change, I can prove my love for you, I haven’t been with anyone since–”

You shake your head and grab his wrists, pushing his hands away from you, “no, no.. stop this.”

You can’t take this. The look in his eyes, his shaky voice, the tears that are welling up in his eyes.

“You don’t have to change for me and you don’t have to prove anything to me. It’s too late, Steve.”

His brows draw together, he starts breathing heavily as he tries not to cry in front of you.

“I love you so much, y/n…”

You look into the eyes of the man you once loved so much, the man that broke your heart over and over again, it still hurts to look at him and it hurts even more that you have to break his heart now.

“I don’t think you ever loved me, Steve. You are just scared of ending up alone. You always knew that it wouldn’t work out with any of your girls and you knew how much I loved you, you knew you would never be alone with me there,” you say, trying to blink the tears away.

Confusion flickers in his eyes and he shakes his head, looking at you as though you have gone crazy.

“No! No that’s not it!” he says as he tries to take your hands again but you move away from him.

“Then what is it?” you ask angrily, “why did you do all of this? Why did you treat me like that, why did you want other people when you apparently love me so much?” you get up and turn away from him, running your fingers through your hair in frustration before you cross your arms over your chest, pulling Eddie’s jacket tighter against your body, you instantly feel calmer as you smell his cologne. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, “Eddie never did that, you know? He loved me and he didn’t want anyone else even when he knew that I loved you.”

Steve nods to himself, he leans his elbows on his knees and buries his face in his hands.

He knows that now. He knows that Eddie loves you, that he spent all these years loving you and pining after you. Apparently everyone knew it, everyone except for you and him.

Eddie opened up to him about his feelings for you when he apologized for what happened at his party. Steve wanted to know, he wanted to know how all of this even happened and Eddie gave him all the answers that he wanted and it left him with a heartbroken feeling.

Eddie deserves you, he doesn’t.

For a few minutes the room is silent, the only noises you hear are coming from the bar. The faint music, the laughter.

You didn’t want your night to go like this. You didn’t want to see Steve and you sure as hell didn’t want to deal with this now.

You are over him, you don’t want him anymore, you promised him a future, just like he did to you and this time it won’t be him breaking the promise, it’s you and it feels awful but this isn’t your fault, it’s his.

You let your arms fall to your sides and you turn around to look at him. He sits back up, wiping the tears away quickly before he raises his head, glassy eyes meeting yours, his bottom lip quivers a little.

He looks horrible.

The heartbroken look on his face, the tears, the wounds he got from fighting because he wanted to defend you– it hurts.

Your 12 year old self would be disappointed if she saw you right now, if she saw what happened to your friendship.

You and Steve were inseparable, you were best friends, ones that never even fought. You protected each other, you loved each other and now? Now you hurt each other.

“I-I was scared to end up like him… my father. I didn’t want to hurt you the way he hurt my mom, he constantly cheats on her, I didn’t want to do the same to you when we’d start dating. I-I thought that if I did all of this now, then I wouldn’t feel the urge to be with anyone else later on. But, I didn’t realize that I was already hurting you.”

You don’t even know what to say at this point, you don’t know what to feel either.

“I promised you a relationship, you already gave me your heart and I fucked up, I broke it and I’m so fucking sorry,” he says, getting up, he walks towards you, “I-I was an asshole and I took you for granted, I hurt you and I lost you because of what I did and I will always regret it a-and I want you to know that I always loved you even if it never seemed like it. You have had my heart since we were kids, I never loved anyone else the way I love you and that will never change.”

You turn your head away from him, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m so sorry for what I’ve done,” he whispers.

What have we become? Steve thinks to himself. His heart breaks at the sight of you, the way you can’t even look at him anymore, the way you try to blink your tears away, trying to act like you don’t care anymore, that what he did doesn’t affect you anymore.

“I uh–, I just want you to know that you were always enough, in every way. You never did anything wrong, ever. I fucked up. I wasn’t faithful. You didn’t deserve the shit that I put you through.”

Feelings don’t just fade away, there’s still some love for him left. Not enough to want him but enough to care about him and his feelings. The wounds that he left are still fresh too and hearing all these words from him only makes you feel weak. A few tears escape your eyes and you dig your nails into your arms as you try to keep yourself from crying.

You narrow your eyes and clutch your chest as you look at him, “you stopped seeing other people?” you ask, ignoring his confession.

He nods, “yeah, I-I don’t wanna do that anymore,” he says as he draws nearer to you.

“Why not?”

He shrugs, “I just, I realized that it’s not what I want, it doesn’t make me happy.”

A bitter laugh falls from your lips and you shake your head, “why did you realize that now? You seemed happy a few weeks back.”

“I wasn’t happy a-and after what happened that night.. after I lost you, I realized that all these girls were never what I wanted, I want you,” he pauses, looking down in shame, “you are the only one who can make me happy.”

You can’t help but feel sad that things have to end this way.

Steve glances at you. He wants to pull you into his arms, he wants to hold you and tell you how sorry he is, over and over again but he doesn’t.

Instead, he swallows the lump in his throat and stares at you through his blurry vision, “for what it’s worth, I love you and I always will.”

Your heart would have fluttered and a smile would appear on your face if things were different but instead he is met by a frown on your face and tears in your eyes.

“A-And if there’s a chance then I’m willing to wait for you, the way you did for me,” he whispers, hoping that you will say yes.

You furrow your brows and shake your head.

You don’t need to speak to let him know that you don’t want him anymore.

Your eyes swim with tears and so do his. You stare at each other and you both understand, it’s over.

There was never a beginning for the two of you but there is an ending and it’s not a happy one.

You look at him as though it’s the last time you ever will and it hurts. Losing him still hurts.

You might not feel the same way about him anymore, you might not love him the way you love Eddie but he still means a lot to you and losing him feels like you are losing a part of yourself. He was your best friend before he was anything else.

Tears fall from his eyes, his eyes show nothing but sadness and heartbreak but he nods in understanding and he gives you a sad smile, “I get it,” he whispers, “I’m sorry for everything.”

You sniffle, staring down at your hands, you are suddenly overcome by sadness and anger as your mind takes you back to all the moments when he broke your heart.

When he canceled what was supposed to be your first date to take out Nancy instead.

When he promised you a future only to walk into Tina’s house party with some random girl clinging to him, later that night.

When he kissed his dates in front of you, knowing how much you loved him.

When he paraded them all in front of you.

When he begged you to wait for him right before he went to a date with someone else. 

When he called you a slut for being with Eddie.

“I don’t forgive you.”

You look up at him and watch the way his face contorted in pain and shock.

“W-What?”

“I don’t forgive you, Steve.”

He panics and his heart hurts in his chest, his face falls, his shoulders slump, he looks defeated and by the look in his eyes, you can tell that he is on the verge of a breakdown.

“Oh.”

“I can’t just move past all of this, I just can’t.”

You want to, you really do but you need time away from him.

You can’t look at him, knowing that you will only cave in, like you always do, so you turn around and walk away from him.

Steve stares at you, the pain in his chest is so bad. He already realized that he lost you a few weeks back. Seeing you today, getting the cold shoulder from you, hearing all these words from you and watching you walk away from him breaks his heart in a way he can’t even begin to describe.

He can barely see through the tears in his eyes.

You stop as you reach for the door handle and for a second he hopes that maybe, just maybe you changed your mind and you can forgive him.

“I… I don’t love you anymore, Steve.”

He freezes, the tears fall but he can barely feel them.

“At least not like I used to,” you say as you turn back to look at him, the pain in his eyes breaks your heart but he deserves to know the truth, “Eddie is the one I love, the one I always loved, I just didn’t realize it but he’s different, Steve. He is my person, my.. soulmate.”

He closes his eyes for a moment and nods at your words.

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and opens his eyes, “you have nothing to be sorry for, y/n,” he pauses as he brings his hand up to his face, wiping away the tears quickly, “I’m not mad.. I just– fuck, remember when you told me you’d wait forever?”

There is no anger in his voice or in his eyes, just a bitter sadness and you get it.

You blink, looking down at the ground, you nod slowly.

You did tell him that, on more than one occasion, mostly when you were drunk or high and he would take care of you.

“Yeah.. guess, I’m the one breaking the promise now.”

You expect him to agree with you. In the time you have been away from him, you realized how selfish he was, how cruel he could be sometimes.

You wouldn’t be surprised if he still blamed you for your falling out but instead he gives you a small but sad smile, “no… I made you break that promise,” he sniffles, “a-and I know you said that you don’t love me anymore and that there’s no point in waiting but… I will always wait for you. I messed up, big fucking time but you are my person. I know you probably don’t believe me but, you mean the world to me and I really do love you.”

You find it hard to believe his words, you don’t trust him, not anymore. He broke it too many times.

“And I hope that you can forgive me someday,” he says as he inches closer to you.

You want to but you don’t know if you can.

He maintains eye contact as he comes closer until he is right in front of you. He waits for you to say something, to tell him to leave or to push him away but you don’t, you even let him touch your face but the look in your eyes tells him not to try anything. He cups your cheek and for a moment, he just admires you. He looks into the eyes that always gave him comfort, the ones he would always see love and warmth in.

He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment as he closes his eyes.

He could have kissed you if things were different.

He could have seen you smile if things were different.

He could have hugged you and walked out with you if he hadn’t been such a fool this whole time.

He could have taken you home if he would’ve just chosen you from the very beginning.

‘What now?’ he wonders as he looks into your eyes.

You were always there, you were his light at the end of the tunnel, waiting for him, you were his hope. You were always the one to hold your hand out for him, to catch him and hold him in the safety of your arms but now it’s over.

How will he continue to live the life he wanted to spend with you?

How will he look in the mirror without wanting to break it whenever he will see his reflection staring back at him, seeing the person that ruined it all.

How will he live with himself, knowing that he broke your heart and that he lost you because of his foolish behavior?

He leaves before he breaks down in front of you, he rushes through the hallway, walking back into the bar, he feels Eddie’s eyes on him, watching him in concern, he calls out to him as he walks away from Gareth, he waves him off and rushes out of the bar though, not wanting anyone to see him cry.

Eddie halts in his tracks, shoulders slumping as he watches his friend leave.

When Eddie asked him to come to his gig, he hoped that it would give Steve the chance to apologize to you. He is not sure if Steve deserves forgiveness after all the things he has done to you but you do deserve an apology.

He still feels angry for what he has done to you and for the things he said. Steve opened up to him though and promised he would do better.

He knows that Steve loves you, despite the things he has done. He loves you.

And maybe that should make him insecure or scared because there could be a chance that he might change for you, that he will make it up to you, that you might want him back.

But the love you have for him is different than the one you always had for Steve.

He finds you in the backroom, sniffling quietly as you clean up the bloodied tissues and the wrappers from the bandaids you’ve used. Your shoulders are shaking a little as you cry.

Eddie’s eyes soften, his heart hurts at the sight of you.

You close the first aid kit and get up from your kneeling position, turning around, a small gasp falls from your lips as your eyes lock with Eddie’s. You quickly wipe your tears away and plaster a smile on your face.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, entering the room.

You press your lips together and dig your nails into your palms. You don’t want to cry, you really don’t but ending a friendship with the person that once meant the world to you is anything but easy.

The look in Eddie’s eyes and the way he cares so much for you, only makes you want to cry even more.

He places his hands on your cheeks, eying you with his large sad eyes, catching the falling tear with his thumb, he wipes it away.

“What happened?” he asks.

His hands leave your face, he brushes his fingers through your hair, pulling it back and tucking it behind your ears before he pulls you into his embrace.

You wrap your arms around his waist and lay your head on his chest, instantly calming down at the feeling of being in the safety of his arms.

“I-I ended our friendship,” you manage to say before you break down.

You are overcome by the feeling of guilt.

Everybody leaves him.

His parents always left him.

His friends always left him.

Nancy left him.

You promised that you never would and yet you did.

Eddie understands it, he has broken your heart and your trust too many times but he can tell that it’s not what you really want. Despite what happened, you still want him in your life.

“It’s not what you want, is it?” he asks.

You shake your head against him.

“Then why did you do it, baby?”

You lean back a little and tilt your head up to look at him, he meets your eyes and he squeezes your waist, eyes flickering with understanding, whatever it is, he wants you to tell him.

“He’s always gonna come in between us, he’s gonna try to ruin things for us– not intentionally b-but he’s gonna draw you away from me and I can’t handle that. Losing him hurts but losing you would fucking kill me, Eddie.”

Sadness flitted across his face. There is nothing that could draw him away from you.

“J-Just earlier, he told me that he loves me, that he wants to wait for me even though he knows that I’m with you now. If I keep him in my life, he’s gonna keep doing this, he’s gonna keep trying things and you’re gonna get sick of it and then you’ll leave me,” your voice cracks at the end and a new wave of tears wells up in your eyes, you look down, trying to hide your face in his chest.

“Hey,” he whispers as he moves his hands up to cup your cheeks “look at me, y/n. Nothing and I mean nothing could ever push me away from you, okay? Look, I didn’t even think that this– we would happen. I expected you to go back to him a-and that would’ve fucking broke me and I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself if I lost you but when we started this whole– I’m not even gonna call this a friends with benefits thing, ‘cause let’s be real, it was never just that,” he says with a small smile on his face as he looks down at you, “I really thought that you would leave me once he’d want you back, shit, I think I knew that you would leave ‘cause you were so in love with him. I knew I didn’t have a chance b-but I still wanted this, you, us and even if it would’ve turned into nothing but a fling, I would have been okay with that because at least, you’d be mine even if just for a moment- I would’ve spent the rest of my life pining after you but-”

“Eddie,” you whisper sadly.

He places his finger on your lips, giving you a small smile, “let me finish, Sweetheart.”

You nod as you look into his loving eyes.

“I loved you from the very first moment and my feelings never faded, not even when I found out about your feelings for ‘King Steve’,” he chuckles, rolling his eyes at the memory of him coming home and hiding in his room all day, listening to a ‘sad rock songs’ tape, he stole from Wayne’s car and laid in bed all day with headphones on, crying after he found out that his crush was in love with the popular guy.

Yeah, teen Eddie would throw a party and invite King Steve if he could see himself right now. “I fell so fucking hard for you when we worked on that stupid anatomy project together, you took me home with you and the first thing you did was show me your horror movie collection,” you both laugh at the memory.

You took his hand and brought him to your room, rambling about all the new movies you got. Eddie nodded along the whole time, he watched you with a smile on his face and an awestruck expression. To this day, he still feels his heart flutter whenever he thinks of the first time you held his hand. 

“You were the only one who listened to my rambles!” you exclaim as you smile at him.

“I always loved your rambles,” he chuckles, “and I still do.”

“I fell even harder for you when I was roped into this whole mess. You were the one that stayed with me the whole time, from the beginning till the end. Shit, I saw you killing things– oh and by the way, the whole thing with the shotgun earlier? Very metal, babe and so fucking hot.”

You giggle at his words and you can’t help but blush as he pulls you closer against him.

“But what I’m trying to say is, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, not even death could take me away from you,” he jokes, which only earns him a slap to his chest.

“Don’t,” you frown.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles before his face grows serious again, “Sweetheart, I love you so goddamn much, you have my heart no matter what, nothing and no one can come between us, okay?”

“But what if–”

“Not even Steve. And, it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to sabotage anything,” he shrugs, “he just realized what he had all this time and what could’ve been if he wasn’t such a douchebag, of course he’s gonna declare his love to you and tell you that he will wait, I’d do anything to get you back too.”

“You would?”

He smiles, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, “yeah, I’d do anything to get my girl back,” he says as he presses another kiss to your lips, “and I’ll do anything to keep her too.”

Your heart skips a beat, you wrap your arms around his waist and gaze into his eyes, “I’ll do anything to keep you too.”

“Yeah?” he smiles.

You nod, “yeah.”

He inches closer to you, lips brushing against yours again, your noses touch and you smile at each other, “good,” he whispers before he smashes his lips against yours, pulling you closer and closer until you’re completely pressed against him.

He lets go of your waist and wraps his arms around your shoulders instead, hugging you as he deepens the kiss.

Your soft lips, your scent, your touches, your kisses will always drive him crazy. 

Sometimes, he can’t help but feel like this is all just a dream. He never thought that he would get to have you. The girl of his dreams.

What started off with longing gazes, admiring you from afar, loving you from afar turned into something so beautiful and he will forever be thankful that he was brave enough to even make a move.

You break the kiss and stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, lust lingers in both his and your eyes, you want him and he wants you, now. He slams the door shut and locks it before he grabs your hand and pulls you along with him. 

Eddie sits down on the couch and you straddle him, placing your hands on his neck, giggling as he pushes his jacket off your shoulders, “you look fucking hot wearing my jacket but it has to go for now,” he murmurs as he lets it fall to the ground.

His dark eyes flicker with lust as you grind against him, skirt riding up your thighs as you do so.

It never takes him long to get hard with you, one look, one simple touch, one kiss and he is hard and twitching in his jeans.

“Baby,” he whispers, cupping the back of your neck, he brings you closer, “you really wanna do this right now?” he asks as he looks down at your hands, watching as you begin to unbuckle his belt.

Your lips find his again as you continue to grind against his dick. He grabs your waist, pushing you down harder against him causing you to whimper into the kiss which only makes his dick harder.

“Want you,” you mumble against his lips, “want you inside of me, please….”

He chuckles as he looks into your pleading darkened eyes, “what’s gotten you so needy?” he asks as he moves hands down to grab your thighs.

“You,” you moan as he bucks his hips up, you grip his shoulders and dig your nails into his flannel, “got so wet watching you play but then that dick had to ruin everything.”

He growls, eyes flashing with anger.

Eddie is a jealous person by nature, he doesn’t like when people want what belongs to him and he isn’t blind, whenever you go out together, he can see the looks you get from men, he doesn’t blame them, you are a beautiful woman but he can’t stand the hungry gazes. He never had a reason to get this angry though, no one ever made a move on you, until tonight.

Seeing him talk to you and touch you left him with such rage.

Eddie slams his lips back against yours, kissing you roughly with teeth and tongue and such passion, it only leaves you wanting more and more. Wetness pools in your panties, you clench around nothing.

Slipping your hand past his boxers, you take his dick, teasing him as you begin to jerk him off. He squeezes your thighs roughly, moaning into the kiss as he feels your thumb on his tip, collecting his pre cum, you pull your hand away and bring it up to your lips as you break the kiss, you look into his eyes and take your thumb into your mouth, closing your eyes as you moan around it.

Eddie’s eyes widen, his cock twitches, he could cum just from the sight alone, “shit, you’re so filthy baby,” he murmurs, he watches you in awe as he slides his hand up your thigh, grazing your lace panties, he smirks at your little whine. He pushes your panties to the side and cups your wet pussy, slipping his cold ringed fingers through your folds, he collects your wetness and places his fingertips against your aching clit and begins to circle it.

“Wanted to suck your dick so bad,” you moan and grind against his fingers after you release your thumb with a pop, “but this guy–”

Eddie growls at the mention of that asshole, pulling his hand away, he grabs your waist and slams you down on his cock.

“O-Oh my god!”

Tears spring to your eyes at the sudden stretch in your pussy, your forehead falls against his and you whimper at the feeling of him filling you up, it feels so good.

Eddie holds you tightly, his rings dig into your skin, he growls and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. Your tight wet walls clench so tightly around him and he needs to focus not to cum right away.

He feels your soft hands on his face and your lips on his cheek, “Eddie,” you whine, “love your dick so much.”

He opens his eyes and finds you already staring at him with a needy look in your eyes, “yeah? How much?” he asks as he bucks his hips up, pushing his cock in deeper, causing you to clench around him again.

You both moan against each other’s lips.

“S-So much,” you whisper, “fuck me…. fuck me, daddy. Show me who I belong to.”

His eyes darken and he growls at what you called him.

“You need a reminder, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you nod as you bite your bottom lip, closing your eyes as you focus on the feeling of his twitching dick inside of your aching pussy.

“Ride my dick, c’mon, be a good girl, ride me,” he husks as he starts to fuck into you from underneath.

You lick your lips and grip his shoulders tightly as you roll your hips, “E-Eddie….”

“Just like that,” he praises you, placing his palms on your shoulders, he pushes the straps of your top down and slips your top down to your stomach, exposing your boobs, he grabs them, rolling your nipples with his thumbs, “so fucking sexy,” he grunts, mouth watering at the sight of your pretty tits, he leans in and buries his face in them, kissing and licking around your nipple.

You grab his hair, pulling at it as you arch your back in pleasure.

“Feels so good…”

You move your hips faster and faster, yours and his moans echo through the room. He marks your chest and your neck, leaving hickeys on your sensitive skin, you are his, no one else’s.

“You’re mine,” he growls into your neck before he moves back, leaning his back against the soft cushions, to watch you. Keeping his hands on your boobs, he squeezes them roughly, “wanted to rip that asshole's head off for touching you.”

“I’m yours…. just yours,” you moan as you ride him harder and faster, “c-can you feel how wet I am for you, daddy?”

His dark eyes bore into yours, his flustered cheeks and his puffy lips make you smirk, his hands on your tits are rough. He moves his hand to your throat, wrapping his hand around it, he pulls you closer against him.

“That’s fucking right, you’re mine, y/n, your pussy is mine, your body is mine, your heart is mine,” he growls against your lips.

You breathe heavily, whine and whimpers escape your mouth as you feel his dick hitting the right spot.

For a moment, you lean back, placing your hands on his knees, you arch your back as you ride him, you both look down, watching the way his glistening cock slides in and out of your pussy.

“Mine….” he moans, reaching for your hips, he helps you ride him faster, “all mine.”

He watches the way your eyes roll back, the way your chest rises up and down heavily, forehead coated in sweat, the prettiest sounds fall from your lips, you keep your eyes on him, hand reaching for his wrists as he keeps his hand wrapped around your throat. God, you are perfect.

His dick twitches, his stomach tenses up, he is close and he can feel you getting there too. Your walls tighten around him. He moans your name, over and over again.

Placing one hand on your lower stomach, his fingers find your clit, you tense up as he starts rubbing circles on your nub.

Letting go of your throat, he moves his arm around your body and pulls you flush against him.

This time, you reach for his throat and he can’t help but smirk at your action.

“You’re mine too,” you mumble against his lips, “my man.”

His heart flutters and he gives you a dopey smile, “that’s right, baby, I’m yours, your man.”

Goosebumps arise on your skin as you feel your orgasm approaching. You fall against him, still keeping your hand around his neck.

“You’re so…. wet, fuck…” he growls, the feeling of your juices dripping down his cock makes him moan in pleasure, “so.. perfect. Making a mess on my cock.”

Your moans get high pitched and you almost squeak as the feeling gets too overwhelming. Stars blur your vision, you can’t help but drool, “p-please…. n-need to cum… please, daddy… want you to cum inside of me.”

“Yeah? Want me to breed you, baby?” he pants, barely able to keep his eyes open but he needs to see you, he wants to watch you come undone. He is the one that gets to feel you like this, that gets to touch you like this, that gets to fuck you like this, “want me to fill you up with my cum, get you pregnant so everyone knows who you belong to?”

You whine and nod against him, unable to form a sentence. Tears roll down your cheeks and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Shit baby…. you wanna make me a real daddy huh?”

“Yes….. yes….”

He growls, your hand loosens around his neck and you fall against him.

“Gonna fill your tight little pussy up with my cum….”

“P-Please..” you whisper, “please, I need it…”

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

Rubbing your clit faster, he grabs your face with his free hand, he watches your face, the way it contorts in pleasure as you come around his cock, your walls tighten and flutter around him.

“S-Shit… baby, y/n…” he moans loudly as he cums, painting your insides white with his seed, “I love you,” he murmurs against your lips before he kisses you.

You cling to your man, holding onto him tightly as you kiss him.

He can taste your tears, the drink you’ve had before, your strawberry chapstick. His heart continues to race in his chest, even after you both calm down. He feels your body relaxing as you slump against him, still holding onto him. His heart swells and he smiles against your puffy lips.

“I love you too,” you finally whisper after pulling away from the kiss, you lay your head on his shoulder and look up at him with a tired look on your face.

He wipes your tears away and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, “you good, Sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “can we stay like that for a moment?”

“Yeah, of course,” he smiles.

He runs his fingers up and down your spine and kisses your shoulder softly.

Your walls still flutter around him, small moans continue to escape your lips. You are so sensitive but you both feel so good.

The room is quiet for a moment, the only sounds you hear are Eddie’s breathing, the music from outside the room and the voices– reminding you that you should probably get up and go home but you are too lazy and you don’t want to move out of his embrace.

“We could make things work, you know?” he whispers. 

With furrowed brows and a confused look in your eyes, you glance up at your boyfriend, “what?”

“With Steve.”

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it’s not what you think it is.... or is it?

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[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

King! Steve Harrington and Personal Knight! Eddie Munson

Pairing: Steddie x reader

Genre: kinda fluff, smut

Warnings: arranged marriage, intimidation (but nothing to worry about), flirting, implied smut, boys kissing

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Here you stood. Three steps down the throne. Parents on either side of you. King Harrington at the center, his parents whom stepped down on either side of him, and King Harrington’s personal knight on his right.

You practically shook, like a baby deer in ice, as your parents introduced you. You’d just turned 19 and Harrington 21.

He hasn’t chosen a wife yet so his parents threw a Presentation Ball, where nearby kingdoms would bring their of age daughters and show them off to the newly made king. And he looked bored as he observed the presenters and presentees. But, unbeknownst to you, you seemed to have caught his eye, as well as his knight’s.

Harrington’s parents seemed disinterested and waved you lot off, calling out to the next. You own parents grumbled all the way down the stairs and to your assigned table, scolding you once settled and fixing your clothes. They mouthed that this dress was not modest enough, but also not attractive enough at the same time. You’ve disappointed them and lost a chance for your parents to become allies with the Harrington royal family.

You watched the rest of the presenters go up and down, about 15 of you in total. You watched how the four of them interacted, which ones his parents approved of and which ones they didn’t. King Harrington hadn’t given away much emotion, only communicating with his personal knight through a series of subtle hand gestures. But what you failed to notice the is glancing, how both of the men watched you sit beside yourself and nervously fiddle with the jewels on your dress.

Once everyone presenter was sat, King Harrington and his parents discuss the suitors quietly to themselves so that the people below do not hear them. They seem to be disagreeing on something but King Harrington seems to be standing his ground on whatever decision he has made.

Once the bickering is over, they tell their decision to the castle staff that was placed as Announcer today. He steps forward and catches the attention of the 15 families below.

“The royal family of Forestside,” The announcer calls out. “Please step forward.”

Your parents gawk for a few moments before getting up and rushing you forward, standing at the bottom of the stairs. They await, rather impatiently.

“Your daughter has been chosen by the royal Harrington family to be his newly wed,” He says. “King and Queen, you may stay here for three days time for the wedding and it’s preparations, then you will leave your daughter here once you leave. Do you accept?”

You parents graciously accept.

The announcer nods, “We will get your settled in the visitors wing of the castle. And set off the rest of the presenters.”

Castle staff file in and lead the other families out and to their ships while some more comes and lead you three to a room in the visitors wing.

Once on the bedroom, some of your parents’ personal staff rushes in and got them settled for the night, congratulating them. And one they were settled in bed, some of your personal staff guided you to the bathroom and took care of you. They knew how scared you were and reassured you that they’ve heard some very nice things about King Harrington from the other staff of the castle. They got you settled into the other bed in the room and bid you a goodnight and that they would see you in the morning.

The next three days pass by quickly and by now you’re running on steam and nerves. You hadn’t been sleeping good.

The wedding and it’s preparations went well, and you said goodbye to your parents soon after. Your staff got you settled in King Harrington’s quarters the night after the wedding.

King Harrington, or Steve as he said for you to call him, seemed nice, charming even. He’d kept the conversations friendly and comfortable, trying to get to know you.

His knight, Eddie Munson, was nice as well. He was practically Steve’s shadow and was slowly becoming yours as well.

Both men got you settled comfortably, and about a month after the wedding is went the flirting started. Steve started it, and you only noticed when he became more touchy. And the more you noticed the flirting, the more you noticed that the men seemed to flirt with each other as well, only when there weren’t prying eyes around.

When you seemed to reciprocate Steve’s flirting, Eddie started as well. He poked and prodded. You quickly became overwhelmed with both men hitting on you practically all day and every day.

The flirting became kissing and the kissing became rather inappropriate touches, from you in private and from the men practically everywhere they could get away with it. Sometimes you were with just Steve, other times with Eddie, and other times both at the same time.

And that brings you to now.

You’d just gotten back from whatever important duty you’d personally been called to. You’d longed to be back in bed, having been woken up before the sun today. But you encountered a sight.

Steve and Eddie on your shared bed, making out. Or rather Steve sitting on the bed and Eddie hovering over him, obviously overpowering the other man as he had a hand squeezing around his neck. Both were oblivious to the door squeaking open, but whipped their heads open when the door thud shut.

Eddie’s panicked gaze softened when he saw you and he stood up to his full height. And Steve blinked quite a few times, obviously a little kiss drunk.

“You wanna join us?” Eddie asked, making his way to you. “We just barely started.”

“Oh umm,” You twiddled your fingers. “Sure!”

The king and the knight had embraced you in their arms almost instantly. They took their time with you, offering you pleasure before chasing after their own. It was well into the night before anyone had settled down.

When one of the maids had come in the next morning to wake the King for royal business, she had only smiled and backed out. She figured whatever important duty summoned the King could wait for a few more hours.

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A/N: Sorry for no explicit scenes :/ But the point comes across..

[corrodedcoffinfest]

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Fic Submissions:

Fix That Attitude by @the-unforgivenn | Prompt: Fortune #8 - Your mind is filled with new ideas. Explore them. | Rating: E | WC: 1620 | Pairings: Gareth x Eddie Munson, background Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie x Gareth x Fem!Reader | POV: Gareth | CW: Dry humping, typical Gareth Emerson snark, soft!dom Eddie if you squint, Gareth comes in his jeans, Gareth’s bisexual awakening and he’s having a minor crisis about it – and Eddie totally knows. And maybe (definitely) fucks with him.

Hawkins, Indiana: Birthplace of Corroded Coffin by @thisapplepielife | Prompt: Fortune #7 - A single kind word can keep one warm for years, Mouth & 13 | Word Count: 2025 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol Use | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Future Fic, Reconnecting, Old Friends to Lovers, Eddie & Gareth are Best Friends

What if I Can’t Be Fixed? by @the-unforgivenn | Prompt: Fortune #5 - Quench One's Thirst | Rating: E | WC: 2025 | POV: Gareth | Pairings: Gareth x Eddie Munson, background Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader with a tiny sprinkle of Gareth  | CW: Handjobs, frottage, dirty talk, Gareth’s bi panic and a tiny bit of angst

a stranger's advice by @steddieas-shegoes | Prompt: Fortune #7 - a single kind word can keep one warm for years + mouth + 48, 13, 46, 27, 31, 18 | Word Count: 1408 | Rating: M | POV: Eddie | CW: implied sexual content kinda | tags: modern au, different first meeting, flirting, eventual famous corroded coffin, eventual rock star eddie munson, sound mixer steve harrington, strangers to lovers

I’ll Fix it For You by @the-unforgivenn | Prompt: Fortune #7 - Mouth | Rating: E | WC: 2025 | Pairings: Gareth x Eddie Munson, background Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie x Gareth x Fem!Reader | POV: Gareth | CW: Oral sex (m receiving), bros finally talking about feelings (finally)

Fix(ed) You by @the-unforgivenn | Prompt: Fortune #2 - Neck | Rating: E | WC: 1435 | POV: Eddie | Pairings: Gareth x Eddie Munson, background Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie x Gareth x Fem!Reader  | CW: smutty, smutty fluff to end this event!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Rueleigh's Thoughts about Eddie being bisexual and/or pansexual again. It's under the cut. Ignore it if you want to, mostly me venting again.

I love the fact that Joseph Quinn just decided to have Eddie flirt with both Steve and Chrissy. He must have thought, "Ooh, what if Eddie was bisexual?" Now, I haven't seen any interviews where he says his character was flirting with Steve, but "big boy" is a dead give away, he's also said with Grace that Eddie and Chrissy would have hooked up. While his sexuality hasn't been stated in canon, it's more canon that he's bisexual. I think that's just a fact that people are just going to have to accept. Eddie Munson is so bisexual coded, and we need more bisexual men in media. I love how Heartstopper is actually open about that and has even corrected people on the show. And we spent 15 years with Supernatural, implying that Dean is bisexual but not actually saying it. It would be nice if they slipped that in next season, but considering they won't even get Robin to say lesbian, I doubt it will happen with Stranger Things. The other show that I watched that has a bisexual woman is Grey's Anatomy, who put her with a lesbian who made biphobic comments whenever they had an argument. I hated it. Even in this fandom, in this Steddie tag, on this site, we still have people who are so clearly biphobic. While it's not all people who headcanon Eddie as gay, it's quite a few who act like Eddie being bisexual is like choking down terrible food. Eddie being gay is a nice headcanon, but it's just a headcanon, and there's zero evidence that he's gay and more so that he's bi and/or pan. Eddie being gay is equally queer as him being bisexual and/or pansexual. Maybe I'm just frustrated by the lack of bisexuality in media and the rampant biphobia and panphobia that are on a site that's supposed to be so inclusive, but it's as exclusive as fuck. I just think there should be equal amounts of gay, bisexual, pansexual Eddie fics. Once in a blue moon, I'll see a bisexual Eddie fic, and I can't remember when I saw a pansexual Eddie fic. I would love to see more where he's also, bi and pan, which you can be at the same time. As I am bi and bi. I'm just curious why a lot of people don't like the idea of Eddie being into women.

[keaganz]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest Black Friday event.

Promt: I am giving thanks /word count: 5,747 /Rating: Mature /Relationship: Steddie, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson /POV: multiple /CW: Explicit Sex, Discussions of past injuries, Scars /Tags: AU - Modern Time, Offscreen Pregnancy + Birth, Upside-Down heavily implied, Eddie Mulives Lives, Corroded Coffin, The Party, Gender bending Always a girl Steve Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, under negotiation kinks, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson has a small dick, Meet & Fuck

*Disclaimer author has a concussion while writing this and has inserted a recent concert anecdote.*

🎵I'm not strong enough to stay away

Can't run from you

I just run back to you

Like a moth, I'm drawn into your flame

Say my name, but it's not the same

You look in my eyes, I'm stripped of my pride

And my soul surrenders and you bring my heart to its knees🎵

Eddie closes the lid of his laptop as he let's out a sigh. He takes out his earbuds and takes his long curly hair out of the hastily topknot holding it captive and runs his hands through his hair. He just ended an online interview with Nick Nocturnal, for his Metalcore centred YouTube channel. They had actually scheduled it to be a in person interview in Nick’s studio so they could also play together but Corroded Coffin's upcoming touring schedule had disrupted that. He hated doing online interviews, in his opinion it stripped it of the genuine human connection, but Nick was a good friend and had helped get them on the map. Now it was a good distraction, it was nearing the four year anniversary of meeting his soulmate, love of his life, his princess Leia and sadly let her slip through his fingers a mere six hours later.

The song he wrote about her had exploded on tiktok and catapulted them from the underground Metalcore scene into mainstream metal scene. Princess With a Nailbat was Corroded Coffins' first song to enter the charts and went as high as number 5. He had seen her sitting in the food court of the San Diego ComicCon, alone and watching something completely engrossed on her phone, absentmindedly eating a taco. She had been wearing a leather jacket with a white shirt under it. Her beautiful face is marred with incredibly intricate special effects makeup, making it seem like she had been in a fight recently. Her long honey brown hair pulled up in a messy high ponytail. She had tied a red bandana around her head to keep her fringe out of her eyes. A baseball bat with nails protruding from the top sat propped up on the chair next to her. He felt a bit like a stalker for just standing there watching her, but to onlookers, it just looked like he was just looking off into the hall.

He watches a group of guys pointing at her and talking amongst each other, before a guy dressed in a sheriff's outfit leaves them and walks over to her. Eddie frowns as he takes a large sip of his over priced lukewarm Coke. He figures that he's lost his shot at approaching her, he's about to turn and walk away when he notices that her body is rigid and she is doing her best to politely send the guy packing. His frown deepens as minutes pass and he still hasn't taken the hint. He thought that his days of saving lost sheep from school yard bullies was over, listen at heart he's a coward and would run than fight. While he has had a few long-term romantic partners and a notorious flirt he is by no means a player. After waiting a few more minutes, spent debating himself, he takes a deep breath and channels his stage persona.

He confidential walks over and places his cup on her food tray “ I'm so sorry it took so long Sweetheart, you won't believe how long the line for the restroom was.” He looks down at her praying she correctly reads his intentions. Their eyes meet and his smile turns from sly and slik to warm and goofy. She blinks up at him before, her eyes light up and smiles “I ate your taco though, I know how you hate soggy salad” The guy sitting across from her aggressively clears his throat and glares up at Eddie. Eddie is still recovering from snorting so hard at her ridiculous answer as he turns to him. “Oh I didn't see you there, what are you supposed to be? Paul Blart the mall cop?”. His ego inflates slightly and His heart swell when she let's out a deep belly laugh, spitting out some of his Pepsi. And boy does that sound and the thought of her sucking his straw make his dick kick in interest. If looks could kill Eddie would have dropped dead with how hard he was getting glaring at “ I should have known you would only be interested in tattooed bad boys. Don't come crying to me when he runs you through and leavers you with a child. I was just being a nice guy! And complimenting your Negan cosplay. But you're just a vapid bitch and his bat has barbed wire wrapped around it not nails.” He angrily gets up, just as Eddie is about to rip him a new one she speaks up “ I don't know who Negan is or why he has barbed wire around his bat. But my nailbat is made to kill Demogorgons and nail the balls of assholes to the floor.” If he wasn't in love before he now absolutely is and it has nothing to do with all of his blood rushing to his cock. “That’s your hint to take a fucking hike, asshole”.

Eddie had learnt that her name was Stephanie but she preferred to be called Steph or Stephie, that she was here as a chaperone, babysitter, to a group of six teens that would be going to high-school in the fall. She had just graduated from high school and worked retail with her best friend. Her telling him she knew near to nothing from ‘Goblins and Goobers’, did break his heart a little, and he had dramatically clutched his arm, saying she had killed him. Her laugh at his dramatics made it better. They spend the next few hours just talking and laughing. He daringly kisses her hand and cheek once or twice. They briefly separate when her ‘kids’ are finished with their booked activity. She gives him a napkin with her hotel and room number on it.

Eddie couldn't believe he was standing in some random hotel elevator to have a hook up with this gorgeous brunette that was way out his league. Is this how it feels to have groupies? Or in this situation be the groupie. It may have been presumptuous but he had gone out and bought a new box of condoms and a bottle of tingling lube, his uncle Wayne had made sure Eddie never forgot the saying ‘no glove no love’. Don't get him wrong Eddie would love to be a parent but not at twenty-three and not while he's not financially stable. He was still working at Starbucks, when he wasn't playing with his band. He had dreams of becoming big. He steps out of the elevator on her floor and looks at the sign to see which way to go. Back to the matter at hand, he hadn't Just gotten rubbers, he had also gotten some fancy pasta dish and some cans of coke. He had spent way too long debating himself on if bringing a wine bottle would be appropriate or not. He didn't want her to think him a creep or have nefarious intentions.

As he walks down the hallway he suddenly starts doubting himself and becomes self conscious, what if he misread the situation, what if can't get it up or worse he can't give her pleasure. Before he can fully spiral he finds himself in front of her room. He takes a few minutes to compose himself and runs his free hand through his hair, hoping he didn't mess it up before knocking. Jumps back a bit as the door gets pulled open with a lot of force “ I swear Dustin ….. this is embarrassing. Can I uh do this again?” He desperately wanted to see how far down her blush goes, his eyes snap back up to her face and smiles at her. “If it makes you feel better then sure sweetheart. But just outta curiosity what did he do and do you need me to give him a stern talking too?” He leans against the door post, in what he hopes is a seductive pose. She snorts and places her hands on her hips, he can't help his eyes flicking down to her voluptuous hips and thick thighs encased in a pair of green gym shorts. As she starts talking his eyes shoot back up to her face, both their cheeks heating up. “Just give me a minute and ..yeah.. just “ Eddie steps back as she closes the door.

He checks his phone as it pinged, he looks up and nearly drops his phone as Steph opens the door again. Gone are her gym shorts and baggy shirt, she's now draped in fluffy white robe. She tied the sash tightly around her waist, emphasising her hips and thighs, and causing the fabric to stretch and drape around her full breasts. The way it drapes open, he can clearly see she isn't wearing a bar, he can't help swallowing the drool pooling in his mouth or his suddenly too tight pants. “ Hi, can I help you?” He fumbles over his words before managing to get out a somewhat coherent sentence “I .. uh … brought pasta?” He pathetically holds up his plastic bag. Her eyes light up as she laughs. “I guess dessert can wait” she turns around and walks into the room. He lets his eyes roam down her back, to her ample bubble butt and down her legs. As he steps inside the room, pulling the door closed behind him he sees lage gnarly scar on the back of her lower left thigh. “Sweetheart, did you get that in the mall fire?” She turns to look at him as she makes space on the small table in the corner. The movement makes her robe fall more open, baring her breasts to him. He can feel all of his blood rushing down into his groin, he not so subtlety adjusts himself in his jeans. He completely misses what she says and blinks owlishly at her for a few seconds. “ I'm sorry … Could you repeat that? I was uh distracted”. She gives him a quick once over and bites her lip. “It's a dog bite. The gremlins were playing in the junkyard And got pinned in an old school bus by a pack of stray dogs. My bat came in handy but one got a chunk of me “ He can tell it's a bad memory by the way her brows scrunch up and her eyes get A far off scared look. Eddie reaches out and gently strokes her cheek. “Your kids are safe, you did such a good job protecting them. Such a good Mamma”

He couldn't believe he had just called her that. Tiktok does cause brain rot and apparently he isn't immune to it. He was about to backpedal his words so fast and hoped she wouldn't kick him out. But she actually let out a breathy moan and turned her head to kiss his palm. Either she has a praise kink or it really was being called a mom, he decides to test the waters a bit. “You want to be my good girl, sweetheart?” He grips her chin lightly and makes her look at him. She licks her lips nodding “ Can you give me a verbal answer baby?” Her voice sounds breathy and an octave higher “Yeah I wanna be a good Mamma” He sees her pupils dilating and can feel her body relaxing “Sweetheart, your feeling floaty yeah? You know what's going on?” “mmmm Yeah, normally don't float so fast” He can't believe his luck, not only does she have a fantastic personality, incredible body but she's a Sub that's aware of it. “You have a safe word, Mamma? Anything you really don't like?” He lets go of her chin and trails his fingers down her throat and to her chest, pushing her rode fully open. the action fully exposes her breasts to his gaze, her dusky rose nipples hardening to pebbles.

Her breath hitches as she shrugs the robe of her shoulder, effectively trapping her arms. He reaches out and pinches a nipple before twisting it, her answering moan goes straight to dick. “ Mamma, I asked you a question. I want your safe word and what you don't like” She whines, arching her back, pushing her breasts out “Demodog, don't call me stupid or bullshit. I just want to be good for you, Daddy” He tries to figure out what a Demodog is when his brain short-circuits at being called Daddy. It almost makes him cream his pants, apparently getting called Daddy really does it for him. “Yeah you wanna be Daddy's good little slut?” He pinches and rolls a nipple between his fingers as he simultaneously frees himself from the confines of his jeans. She whines at the sight of his hard and purpling dick that's slowly dribbling. While he was shorter than average and curved to the left, his more than average girth made up for his shortcomings. He does unconsciously let out a pleased breath at her enthusiastic moan. “You like what you see baby?” She nods her head, wetting her lips. He slaps her nearest breast making sure to be mindful of rings “Words Mama. I know you're a smart and good girl, so you can do that, for Daddy right?”. She whined at the hit “ ‘Mmmm sorry Daddy. I don't like long dicks. I love sucking dick, but I gag quickly, I don't like that. I don't want to gag Daddy.” Her eyes water as she gives him a pleading look.

“Such a good girl, telling me. I'm not going to make such a pretty Mamma gag on my cock, I'd rather see you tear up from pleasure” He strokes her cheek softly before getting comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs wide. He reaches behind himself, feeling around for a throw pillow. He brings it a front of himself before dropping it down between his feet. “Come here baby, got you a nice comfy seat” Steph shrugs the bathrobe up, so she's properly wearing it but he clicks her tounge. “No Mamma, don't cover up your gorgeous titts. Leave it open” She bites her lower lip as she seductively lets it drop to the ground. He lets out a pained groan as he takes all of her in. His eyes get drawn to her neatly trimmed and groomed vulva. He watches her subtlety rubbing her thick muscular thighs together. He is transfixed as the short hairs start glistening with the slik she's leaking. He shakes himself out of his stupor and swallows a few times. “How did I ever get so lucky princess? Just look at you! So beautiful and so strong. Come here baby.” He reaches out and lightly grips her hips pulling her close.

Steph willingly lets him manhandle her to sit comfortably between his knees. He looks down at her, and has to squeeze his base. He thanks eversingle deity he can think of, he must have maxed out his good and luck states in a past life. He grips chin, and once again marvels at how reactive she is to him. Her mouth opens and sticks her tongue out, and before he can really process it he spits into her mouth. Her eyes roll back and her body starts quivering but she doesn't swallow. He strokes her cheek with his thumb. “What a good Mama, waiting to be told to swallow. Beautiful, strong and oh so obedient. So perfect for me. I think you deserve your treat now” He slides his hand from her chin down to her throat. She whines through her nose as he squeezes her throat briefly before moving his hand to the back of her neck. “Tap my thigh twice, if it gets to much” “Yes daddy” Her voice sounds muffled because she's still holding her tongue out.

He messages her neck briefly before lightly pushing her head towards his angry looking dick. With his other hand he taps the leaking mushroomd head against her tounge. Steph flattens her tongue as she licks it in-between the tapping. “Go on sweetheart. Enjoy your well deserved treat” He keeps his hand resting gently against the back of her neck. Step looks up at him as she kisses the head before swallowing him whole. Her lips stretch obscenely wide to accommodate his girth. He groans loudly, his eyes rolling back as she tongues his slit, coupled with the perfect amount of suction. He rubs her neck gently “That’s it Mama, you're sinfully good at this. I wish I could just have sitting just like this while I write music. You'd be so good at cock warming princess. Yeah, you like that idea?” He strokes her cheek as she moans at the received praise. The vibrations around his cock feel heavenly and making him twitch, that he can feel throw the cheek he's stroking. He can feel his orgasem quickly approaching, as she starts bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around him. He watches his cock effortlessly gliding between her puffy spit slicked lips. He notices a trail of spittle dripping down her chin and landing on her chest “ Mama, will you let me paint your titts white? Let me mark you as mine?” He takes he answering moan as a yes. He gently but firmly takes a handful of the hair of the back of her neck and pulls her head back, baring her throat. He grips his cock as it leaves her mouth with a wet pop and furiously strokes himself a few times befor exploding on her chest.

Eddie gets harshly pulled from his memory as Gareth loudly opens the door and walks in. “Come on dude! We need to get to sound check before the meet and greet starts! So hurry up and get going. Your princess with a Nailbat will absolutely be waiting for you in your dreams” Gareth snickers loudly at getting flipped off by him. The band had come to the conclusion early on that the standard meet and greet set up, them just standing their and getting just a few seconds for a quick picture and a hello, just wasn't working for them. So they started adding one of two songs during ‘sound check’. They didn't like the up pricing of the VIP upgraded tickets so they made it a raffle, people could enter by adding their order number for their tickets. They could only do this when playing smaller venues. They where already on stage just messing around when a toddler with wild curly hair in a half down half updo wearing a clearly homemade CC shirt and pastel pink pyjama pants with unicorns on them and pair of black headphones on with red glitter horns on them. They are all taken aback but then two girls follow t on her heels, as well as others. The girl with natural red hair pics up the toddler. “Bug you can't just run off like that” “ sowwy Max”. Eddie after smiling and waving at other people turns to the girl holding the toddler “ Hi, aren't you a pretty little princess. I'm Eddie, what's your name?” The toddler gasps and starts bouncing, in who he presumes yo be Max's arms. “ Max you hear tat? he's also called Eddy!” Eddie blinks and looks at Max but a boy with curly brown hair answers “ Her name is Edith but she gets called Winny or Edy”

Eddie's mesmerised watching Winny jumping and dancing around to them playing. He plays the first notes of Princess With a Nailbat and he can't help smiling wildly, imagining what it would be like to watching own children doing the same. Something at the back of the room catches her attention and she runs off and gets scooped up by who he thinks must be a parent. His fingers falter and his breath hitches when he watches mother and daughter coming closer. “ …. Steph?” He ignores the looks from his friends and the fans as he jumps off stage.

Steph falters as she watches him jump down and approach them. “ ….Eddie?” “Princess, or should I say queen?” She follows his gaze landing on the little girl in arms. “ Mama, we share a name!” She smiles at her daughter “ I know bug. I wanted you to have something of your dad's and his name was all I could give you” She looks at Eddie, guilt written clearly on her face. “ YOU SLEPT WITH THE EDDIE MUNSON? Why didn't you tell me.” “I can't believe he slept with y….. What The Fuck Max!” Steph and Eddie both realise they have an audience. She glares at the party “Mike language! What have I told you about cussing around Edith?! Dustin you were fourteen, in my defence I didn't know!” “ That's partly my fault, but I think we should take this somewhere more private.” She's faced multiple interdimensional monster and been to a different dimension but she can't help feeling scared. She can see the other fans looking at her, some with their phones out. Eddie angles his body in front of them. “Sorry to cut this short, and we would really appreciate it if you would delete everything. We are normally really chill about breaking the no phone rule. Eddie deserves this to stay a private matter for the time being, until this get sorted out.” Steph tense as she watches a petite woman with long strawberry blonde hair walk past them. She feels a long callusesd fingers intertwined with her free hand, she looks down at her hand before looking up at Eddie who's still facing the crowd. “Thanks Chrissy” She can't help feel judged as the woman frowns at them before nodding and turning to coral the crowd.

She feels him squeezing her hand as he gently tugs her long. She follows him through the bowels of the venue to a back exit and onto their bus. Her daughter talking the whole time, with him answering her enthusiastically. “And this is where we sleep” He makes some room for her To sit down “ you can put her down, she can look around” “Are you sure? She gets into anything that isn't bolted down” she sits and and puts Her on the seat next to her “ OK bug I need you to behave for a bit while I talk to …Eddie” “Ok” She smiles as Edith shimmys of the seat “Is it … can I.. can I give her a hug?” She can tell how nervous he is and nods. Her eyes tear up as she watches father and daughter hug for the first time. They both start speaking at once. “You go first sweetheart, my story isn't that exciting” Steph nods and fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “ I want to stress it was never my intention to hide her or keep her from you. I didn't even know this was your band. I'm just the chaperone” As She spoke he moved to sit next to her and took her hands in his “ I had left a note in your pocket but I think it got lost or something. Because I felt like we had a true connection but then you didn't text or call me. I felt silly and thought it was just in my head.” “ No! I felt it too. Our biggest song I wrote about you. You can ask anyone that I wouldn't shut up about you for months.” He strokes her cheek softly and wipes away a tear with his thumb. “ I didn't know I was pregnant with her until November. Between that night and then I had only slept with you, so I knew it could only be yours. Because before that the only other guy I slept with died in the mall fire I told you about. I didn't have any other information than your name, that you worked at Starbucks and have a band. But I'm guessing you don't work at Starbucks anymore?” She feels herself relaxing as he laughs at that and leans into her “ Thank Fuck for that….” He slaps his hand in front of his mouth “Shit. FUCK… I mean damn it” she can't help it as she bursts out laughing. “It's okay, you'll get the hang of it … I.. you don't …” “ I WANT!” He clears his throat and rubs his neck “ I mean, yes I want to be part of her life, in any way” Steph can't help getting her hopes up as she turns in her seat to better look at him. They just sitting there looking at each other for a few moments “ Edy Can you come here bug?” She looks down at her daughter before picking her up. “Edith, bug would you be OK if Eddie would be a part of our lives?” The toddler looks between the two adults “Like ‘Bobin?” Steph shakes her head and quickly clarify when she sees his crestfallen face “ No bug not like auntie Bobin, as your dad. Robin is my platonic soulmate, she lives with us.”

After a few seconds the toddler nods and moves on his Eddie's lap and traces the tattoo on his throat. “He has pictures on his skin”. The knarred screaming face of a bat sits at the base of his throat, the tip of its wings reaching up towards the back of his jaw, gracing just before his earlobes. Swirling tentacles jutted out from the body of the bat. He carefully wraps his arms around his daughter and holds her tight. “Yes he does bug, he has lots on his arms and chest and legs but that one's new.” He moves his head so she can better trace it. “Yeah, just got four months ago. It isn't to scary for her?” “Oh no, her uncles are all obsessed with that dragons game and magic cards. She doesn't know any better”

They spend a while just talking when Eddie notices his daughter had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. “Thank you sweetheart, you don't know how grateful I am. Your well with in your rights to tell me to fuck off! Whatever you two need, I'll help” She takes a picture of father and daughter wrapped up in each other. “I owe my own house, I have a trust fund and family that helps out. Hawkins housing market collapsed and my parents signed it over to me when they found out I wasn't going to leave” He Tightens his grip on his daughter “ Hawkins?! You're from Hawkins … fuck me! Are you safe?” Steph holds her hand up “Slow down. It's safe, we are safe. She was born just after the earthquake hit” Steph pushes her hair away to show hearing aids “I got a concussion during Starcourt Mall, it caused some hearing loss and during the quake I got another one, it's why I went into early labour. We spent a while in the hospital, but we are both okay. She's perfectly healthy.”

His eyes went wide listening to her. He knew about her being involved in a mall fire, she still had some bruises and a healing burn. He had seen the scarring on her hip from a dog attack. “Fuck!” He lets out a breath “I need to rename the song to Queen with a Nailbat. Sweetheart you're metal as fuck. But I am going to have a word with whoever let you get hurt” “It's not the party's fault. One of their friends was labelled a satanic murder, the police wouldn't listen to them. The real killer kidnapped Max and hurt her, that's one of my kids, you know” His eyes nearly pop out of his head with how wide they go. “ Jezus H. Christ! I'm going to wrap you up in bubble wrap and not let you out of my sight!” He Watches her face as she swallows “ …. You mean that? I don't just have Edith, I am Max's legal guardian. Her mother died in the earthquake” You don't need to just say that, I won't keep her from you.” “Sweetheart, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. My best dreams are those in which we build a life together. I've written so many songs about you. You know I tried bribing the hotel personnel for your information, but they just said ‘privacy act. I named the song Princess With a Nailbat, hoping you would hear It and show up at a show. That uh .. is my favourite fantasy” He waggled his eyebrows as he said it. His heart melts at her laughing. “I did see a lot of girls holding up inflatable nailbats, who ever came up with them must be rich now.”

They both look up as there's a knock on the door before Chrissy steps in “Hey Eddie, you need to start to get ready. Steph, right? The party is waiting with the rest of the band in the greenroom. " “Thank you, Chrissy, realy. Can you believe it? I have a daughter, isn't she just precious?” He notices Steph tensing up again. “I'm sorry, Steph, you seem like a nice woman and all, but for all we know, you're trying to pass the kid off as Eddie's or a payday.” He glares at her and struggles to stand up without waking up Edith “What he'll Chris?...” Steph stands up and takes her daughter “ No It's fine, I don't mind her taking a paternity test. Have a good show, Eddie.” She smiles as she exits the bus. “ What The Actual Fuck Christine?! I just found her again and you're sending her away!” “Don't be naive, Eds. You spent a day with her four years ago and she suddenly appears with a kid. And yes her hair is a lot like yours. But” she holds her hand up to stop him interrupting The song has been out for nearly just as long and she just now shows up?! She most likely just wants money” He snorts and glares at her “She owns her own house, has a trust fund and a job. And the reason she didn't know about the song is because she's from Hawkins! She got a second bad concussion in the earthquake that not only pushed her into an early labour it also gave her major hearing loss. It also is the reason she's Max's legal guardian because her mother died! She doesn't want money! She even apologised multiple times for not knowing how to reach me and to keep me from Edith!” His chest is heaving at how upset he is, his anger subsides slightly at seeing her shocked face “And I don't care even if she wasn't, I'm not letting them go. I'll adopt her If I have to!” He pushes past her and angrily stomps off the greenroom.

He's in a sour mood when he reaches his band mates. His mood improves when he starts gushing about his daughter and her mother. He gets increasingly more nervous as their set time approaches. Just before they go on, he gets a notification on his phone. He pulls out a phone and unlocks it, and opens up the message. He smiles as he sees his baby, still a bit sleepy in her mothers arms. She has her headphones on it, and it looks like they are on the balcony. “Good luck, Daddy!”. He rewatches a few times and shows it to his friends. When They finally go on stage, he's still smiling like a loon. About halfway through the set, Eddie checks in with the crowd. “Four years ago, I was still a batista, and all of this was just a pipe dream. Then, at San Diego ComicCon, I saw the most beautiful girl cosplaying as Nega, at least I thought so. Turns out she had a baseball bat with nails hammered through it” This gets the crowd laughing and whooping “I was given the chance to meet her, and it turns out she was an absolute ba…. nice person. We spent the day together and she asked me to her hotel room” He grins as this gets hell yeahs, he shushes them “I was stupid and let my princess go. Yeah, I know, stupid, right?” “And we had to suffer through his moping, complaining and whining” Jeff snickers as dodges getting hit by Eddie “Anyway it made me write the soul reason we are all here tonight But I made a mistake” He has to hush the crowd at this, and it takes a full minute. “This gorgeous, resilient, and selfless princess has put her own safety on the line for her family. I am so grateful that she found her way back to me and has given me the best gift ever. She isn't a princess. She's a QUEEN! So sweetheat, I will spend the rest of my life trying to thank you” the crowd whoops and yells. He spots Max in the front, alternating between holding up six and five fingers he frowns “Six five six, what are you …. oh…OH. I will definitely try! The chafing will be worth it!” He starts playing Princess With a Nailbat.

*bonus*

“Oh My God Mike! I can't believe you just punched a woman in a wheelchair in her face!” The boy in question sputters and looks thoroughly embarrassed by the whole ordeal as they try and make their way to the others. “I didn't punch her Dustin. I mean, I did, but I didn't mean to! And you know it!” Dustin is trying his best not to laugh at his friend “ Yeah, but you did punch her in the face!” “You saw it! It was absolutely an accident! I didn't see her and she didn't see me!” He's getting incredibly more agitated and embarrassed as people around them glare at him. “Hey Stepth! Mike punched a woman in a wheelchair with her face!” “What The fuck Mike!” She glares at him, unable to place her hands in her hips because she's holding Edith.The others in unisens call out language. Mike hufss and puffs. “ I didn't outright punch her! Dustin and I were talking with some other guy. I was gesturing with my arms and I don't know! I didn't see her and she didn't see me and it just happened!” “ He totally punched her” “Jezus H. Christ” Eddie had managed to go unseen by the crowd and wraps his arms around Steph from behind. “What did you do to rile your mother up now?” “Your son punched a wheelchair user. You deal with it, I need to pee”

[cringevalue]

so stupid - steddie

(ao3)

wc: 1,631

tags: allergic reactions, panic attacks, ptsd, comfort, implied sexual content

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“Can I, pretty please, get a kiss?” Eddie asks, turning Steve around by his shirt.

“Right now?” Steve’s voice is distorted by whatever food he hasn’t yet swallowed.

Eddie gives a soft smile and a nod, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. He pulls the pretty boy into his own body and closes the gap between their lips. Steve is familiar, safe, and… extra sweet right now. What is this taste again? It reminds him of his childhood, something about summer.

“Taste so damn good,” Eddie mumbles as he pulls away for a breath before going right back in for another kiss. He pokes his tongue at the soft fruit in Steve’s mouth, attempting to carve out a bit for himself, disguising it simply as a very passionate kiss.

When they finally pull away from each other, Eddie has half of the fruit in his mouth, and Steve has the other half. They stare at each other for a minute as they chew their pieces of the fruit before swallowing.

Steve chuckles. “You’re so weird.”

“You love weird.”

Steve wouldn’t have loved Eddie’s kind of weird three years ago, and it’s still strange to think about how much he loves it now. After everything that happened in the Upside Down, Steve can’t help but love Eddie’s kind of weird – the ‘freaky’, but harmless weird. Let’s be clear for a moment, shall we? Steve has loved ‘weird’ since he started spending more time with the younger boys, especially Dustin. However, the younger boys weren’t standing-on-top-of-tables weird, or flirting-with-their-bullies weird, and he never has and never will describe them as ‘freaky’. Eddie, on the other hand, was – and mostly still is – all of those things. Granted, Steve hasn’t seen him stand on top of a table in at least three months (that’s a record), but Eddie still flirts with the people who see him as some sort of harmful being.

Eddie blares Death Metal in Steve’s car on the way home from grocery shopping. Eddie jumps on the couch when he’s full of energy, despite being far too big to be doing that. Eddie has a tattoo of a razor blade on his wrist. Eddie got both his eyebrows pierced, only to take the jewelry out and let the holes close up three days later, opting to just get a septum instead. Eddie found a dead raccoon in Steve’s backyard and begged Steve to let him keep it, and now there are raccoon bones in various places of the house – the skull sits on a shelf in their bathroom.

All in all, Eddie is a freak.

And Steve loves freaks.

“I love you,” Steve says softly, eyes grazing on Eddie’s face, taking in the scars above and below his eyebrows, the dimple in his chin, the way a strand of his hair curls up under his eye, so close to poking it, and he doesn’t even seem to notice – he even notices the mosquito bite near the boy’s hairline. Weird. They haven’t been outside since this morning. A mosquito must’ve gotten in through the window or something.

Eddie is looking at Steve in the same way, eyes grazing over his boyfriend’s moles, the subtle dip in the tip of his nose, and his unusually messy hair. “I love you too,” he whispers.

Steve grins and pulls Eddie in for another kiss so aggressively that Eddie has to grab the counter behind Steve to ensure he doesn’t knock them both over.

As they kiss, Eddie moves one hand to scratch at his neck, not pulling away from Steve’s face. He doesn’t get his hand back to the counter before getting the itch again.

They eventually pull away from each other and Steve leads Eddie to their bedroom, laying him down on their bed. He climbs on top of his beautiful, handsome, stunning, oddly angelic boy, grabbing his face and kissing him again.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Steve mumbles against Eddie’s lip and Eddie just happily hums in response, still scratching at his neck. His hand moves back and forth between his left cheek, his neck, and his left shoulder as Steve moves down and sucks a hickey into his boyfriend’s stomach. “Take your shirt off, baby.”

Eddie happily obliges, lifting the shirt over his head and suddenly realizing how itchy his chest is. He knows something is wrong when Steve freezes for a few seconds before yelling, “What the fuck is that?”

Steve quickly moves into a more practical position to get a better look at Eddie’s condition, and Eddie looks down to see what’s wrong.

Hives.

He has hives covering almost the entire left side of his chest, seeming to bleed into the right side and down to his ribs.

“What were you eating when I kissed you?” Eddie asks, not seeming super concerned.

“Watermelon,” Steve says, but it sounds more like a question.

“God damn you, Stevie.”

“What?”

“Go get me a fucking Benadryl,” Eddie points toward the hallway, chuckling a bit.

Steve jumps up, clearly panicking. Is Eddie going to die? Did he just kill his boyfriend? Eddie ate the watermelon from his mouth though. Did Eddie kill himself?

He races back with a bottle of Benadryl, a glass of lemonade, and a bag of frozen corn, making Eddie laugh.

“What?” Steve asks, pushing Eddie back against the headboard, laying the bag of corn on his chest, and pulling the scratching fingers away from the hives. He opens the bottle and hands a couple capsules to his boyfriend, along with the glass of lemonade. “You’re having an allergic reaction, right? I don’t want it to get worse and-”

“Relax, Stevie,” Eddie says after he swallows the capsule. “Take a deep breath. Another one. Good. Now, listen to me, Steve. I am fine. Yes, this is an allergic reaction. Yes, it can get worse. But here’s the thing: this will not be the big thing that finally takes me out. It’s just hives, I will be okay. I’m not going into anaphylactic shock or anything.”

“But anaphylaxis causes hives.”

“Steve, look at me! Do I look like I’m walking up to Death’s doorstep right now?”

“No,” Steve mumbles, seeming unsure.

“No! I’m alive and well and covered in hives. It doesn’t get any worse than hives growing all over my body, not for me.”

“Okay…”

Steve looks like he’s trying to hold back tears right now, so Eddie stretches his arms out. “Come here, Stevie.”

Steve climbs into the bed and into Eddie’s arm, resting his head on his boyfriend’s hive-infested chest. “I love you,” he says, letting out a sob.

“Oh, my sweet boy. Too innocent for this cruel world, aren’t you? I love you too, sweet thing. I’m not going anywhere. Nowhere. You’re stuck with me, baby.” Eddie rubs Steve’s back, kissing the top of his head.

“It’s just so scary,” Steve cries. “Ever since that trip to the Upside Down, I’ve been so worried. I wake up every morning and my first thought is ‘Where is Eddie?’. And lately, you’ve been snoring right next to me.” He laughs and sniffles. “But I’m scared of anything dangerous happening to you, I’m scared that anything could take you and I’m never gonna hear your voice again.”

“Baby girl,” Eddie coos and Steve laughs again, “I’m not going anywhere. Nothing is going to take me out just yet, not until you’re already gone. I won’t let you feel that kind of pain ever again, you hear me?”

Steve nods. “I hear you.”

“Good girl.” That makes Steve laugh again. “No damn watermelon is gonna kill me. Now that’s just stupid, isn’t it?”

“So stupid.”

“So stupid.” Eddie kisses Steve’s head again. “You’re going to keep waking up to that beautiful snoring-” Steve laughs. “-you’re going to keep hearing this ethereal voice, and you’re going to keep kissing these divine lips. Every day for the rest of your life, I’ll be there. Got it?”

“Got it.” Steve moves to kiss Eddie, but Eddie puts a finger over Steve’s lips.

“Ah-ah, no. You’ve already made your mark.” He gestures to the fading hives. “Go brush your teeth.”

Steve sighs dramatically, but gets up and walks to the bathroom. Eddie follows him in and wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, watching him brush his teeth. Eddie rests his chin on Steve’s shoulder and stares at him in the mirror. “Divine,” he mumbles.

“Me or you?” Steve asks with the toothbrush in his mouth.

Eddie pulls away with a dramatic eye roll. “Me, obviously! I mean, look at you! Do you look divine, Stevie?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?! Stevie Elizabeth Harrington! You are the definition of divine! You’re like- You’re like my own personal god. My deity. I worship you. You don’t just look divine, Steve, you sound divine, smell divine, act divine-”

“I do not act divine.”

“-taste divine, feel divine. Everything about you is just… divinity, babe. You’re divine.”

“Okay.”

Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s shoulders. “Say it.”

Steve spits the toothpaste and rinses his mouth out. “Say what?”

“Say you’re divine.”

“I’m not saying I’m divine.”

“Are you?”

“You’re gonna be offended if I say no, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

Steve sighs. “I’m divine.”

Eddie grins and kisses Steve’s jaw. “That’s a good Stevie. Let’s get back to what we took my shirt off for, yeah?”

Steve smiles and turns around in Eddie’s arms. “I would love that.” He kisses him.

Eddie’s lips taste like watermelon. They’ve never tasted like watermelon before. This is odd.

Eddie’s hair is rough in Steve’s hands. It’s always rough. This is right.

Steve’s cheeks are sticky with tears. He almost never cries. This is odd.

Steve’s lips taste like mint. They almost always taste like mint. This is right.