#steve being “just you like that” is him being a tiny bit afraid eddie will fuck up and burn himself

[rottenaero]

AO3

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Part 5 of the roommates idea

Okay okay, so before this starts, a lot of people have mentioned me posting this on ao3, and my question is if you guys mean it as it is, or if I should make two or three new parts to make up for the first part.

Because in the first part, we miss a lot of possible moments between Steve and Eddie since it skips to the basic idea.

This whole thing was meant to be a messy and quick way to get my ideas out, but then people ended up actually liking it, and well, I just want you guys to like the outcome.

Basically, I wanna know if I should;

A.Post it on ao3 as is

B. Post it on ao3 with two to maybe four parts instead of the original post, and have me do part six after I make those. (I'm a decently quick writer when I'm motivated, all these parts so far have been within a day or two)

C. Make the parts instead of the original post, and have this be a big one-shot on ao3(meaning it wouldn't be posted on there until this is finished)

I am really leaning towards B, just cause I wanna do those interactions (one of which would be Eddie coming out to Steve), but I wanna see what you guys think first.

This whole thing is kinda a wreck cause I don't usually post fics on Tumblr but hopefully it will get better with time.

After Dustin explains the upside down, and Eddie talks about what really happened, they come to a sort of agreement.

Eddie was to stay at the boathouse, and someone would occasionally come over with a supply of drinks and food.

Steve, of course, despised this, because Eddie is his best friend-(And who was he kidding? Goddamn crush, too)-dammit, but he let the plan go on anyway.

Before they left, Steve turned to Eddie, brows pinched together.

“Stay safe, alright? If you get hurt because you do something stupid, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Eddie laughed, loud and full, “Kinda counterproductive, aye sweetheart?”

He stopped when Steve didn’t laugh or make a joke back. “I’ll be fine, and I’ll walkie if things go to shit.”

“Good.” Steve gave him a little peck on the corner of his lips, “Don’t die, man. Can’t take care of these little shits by myself.”

He turned to face Max, and a gaping Dustin and Robin.

“Lets go, nerds”

-

Steve stared at the ground, unblinking.

One of his kids were gonna die.

Eddie had had apparently left the boathouse

Eddie was being hunted.

Two more students have been murdered.

He licked his lips, and his eyes flicked up to watch Powell talk about the town hall meeting.

They were royally fucked.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler? Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes widened and he turned around in time to see Dustin snatch the walkie.

“Eddie, holy shit. Are you okay?”

The walkie took a second to crackle back to life.

“Nah man, pretty uh, pretty goddamn far from okay.”

“Where is he?”Nancy asked, already halfway back into the car.

“Where are you?”

“Skull Rock, Steve knows it.”

Steve smiled, grabbing the walkie and clicking down on the button, “Hold on tight, Ed-stefer, we’re on our way.” He tossed it back to Dustin before turning to Nancy.

“I’m driving.”

She scrunched her nose, but didn’t question it and swapped to the passenger's side.

-

“Dude, I’m telling you, you’re leading us the wrong way.”

“It’s North, I’m positive! I checked the map.”

Steve sighed and pinched his nose, “This is literally Eddie and I’s spot, we come here all the time.”

“That doesn’t have to do with it being a make-out spot, does it?” Lucas asked hesitantly from his spot in the back.

“Jesus, no Sinclair, this does not have to do with- Eddie and I are just friends.”

Robin scoffed, “Didn’t you kiss him earlier?” She asked.

“As friends. He doesn’t like me like that.”

“Right, but you like him like that, though?”

“Oh wow, suddenly we’re here, y’know, at the place you said we weren’t gonna end up at?” Steve yelped, gesturing broadly at the rocks around him.

Lucas has to physically bite his lip to keep from mentioning that he had absolutely picked that up from Eddie, or that Eddie had picked it up from him.

“See? You little butthead, I was right.”

Theres a rustle of leaves and then,

“I concur, you, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.”

Steve turned to face the man and almost collapsed in relief, hes not hurt.

“Jesus Eddie, we thought you were a goner.” Dustin sighed, as he made his way past Steve to hug Eddie.

“Yeah, me too man. Me too.”

The hug goes on for maybe ten seconds before Eddie’s pulling back and bringing Steve into a side one, you know, like some kind of dad. “I tried calling you guys, but uh…”

His face turned sheepish and he stepped back a bit to grab some water from a canister. “My walkie was busted, man.”

“Drenched.” He adds in after a second, laughing a bit.

He took another sip from the bottle before wiping and extra drops away from his mouth. “So, uh, I did the thing that I do now apparently. I ran.” He let out another laugh, this one was a little bit more self-deprecating.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack.”

Eddie perked up, and grabbed at his wrist, “ Yeah, no, I um, know exactly what time it was.”

He held up a watch, the dials on it weren’t moving. “My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”

“9:27…”

“Same times our flashlights went kablooey.” Robin says, and her eyes light up like she connected the dots.

Steve hadn’t, “Which means what exactly?”

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

Steve half-zoned out, silently going through the events in his head, while maintaining conversation.

“Skull Rock was North.”

“An electromagnetic field.”

“What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

Steve tuned back in, a hundred percent now. He turned to look at Eddie, who was still crouching, and damn how did his back not hurt?

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor,” Steve perked up, he kind of knew this one, “-which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think it’s a really bad idea.”

And Steve nodded along, because yeah, this was a terrible idea.

“But uh, the Shire, the Shire is burning, so Mordor it is.”

He whistled at Eddie when everyone got up, and he was by Steve’s side in seconds.

“You’re not hurt or anything, are you? Cause you don’t look it but…”He trailed off, and Eddie grinned.

“I am all-good Steve-O.” Steve nodded, “Good, good.”

Suddenly, there was a sharp gasp from right next to him, “Were you, perhaps, worried?!” Steve kicked a rock instead of answering.

It just made Eddie’s grin widen further.

“You totally were! Stevie Harrington, The-Former-King-Of-Hawkins turned sweetheart, worrying over lil-ol-Eddie-The-Freak-Munson!”

Steve scoffed, “ First off, I’d like to think I’ve always been a sweetheart, second off, keep it in your pants, dude.”

Eddie cackled, leaning into his side, “Yeah, yeah! You’re right. You’ve kinda been like that for the past two years, Mr.Eddie-Cant-Carry-A-Fucking-Hot-Pan-Anymore.” He laughed, ignoring the second part of Steve’s statement.

He huffed, “Just don’t want you getting hurt.”

Eddie booped his nose, “Yeah yeah, you’re just you like that.”

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[starrystevie]

rating: mature; 18+ only | cross posted on ao3 here

"truth or dare?"

steve's looking at eddie expectantly while he waits for his answer, his eyes wide and cheeks pushed up from the grin pulling at his lips. he's shirtless from past dares and eddie's trying hard to not look at the hair covering his chest, to not look at the way his scars have faded into a pretty dusty pink, to not look at the flexed muscles in his arm from where it's slung over the back of the couch and he's definitely not looking at the way the movement pulls his pec up.

they aren't high enough for this, not drunk enough for it either, but he feels intoxicated. maybe that's just what being around steve harrington at 2am does to him. it makes him stupid.

"...truth?"

steve's grin grows wide enough to challenge even the cheshire cat and eddie knows that truth was the wrong choice. see? stupid.

the hand on the back of the couch tightens and eddie can feel the way it pulls the cushion under his back, the fabric creasing against his shoulder blade. steve's leaning in a tiny bit closer, same wild grin on his face, and eddie feels himself stop breathing. he tries to remain calm, tries to keep an even expression on his face, but when steve harrington is in his presence, it's harder than it seems.

"okay... truth," steve's close enough that eddie can see the specks of green in his eyes and he tries to focus on that instead of how he can almost feel breaths that aren't his own on his lips.

"what's your biggest turn on?"

whatever breath eddie attempts to suck in gets stuck in his throat and turns into a cough forcing steve to pull away cackling. he isn't in eddie's face anymore but he can still feel him, can still sense the barely there exhale on his face, can still only see steve green behind his eyelids.

"what the fuck, dude?!" is all he can get out. his palms are sweaty so he rubs them furiously over his jeans, scowling at his fingers when they get stuck in the small rips.

steve is laughing at the other end of the couch but his arm is still settled over the back of it, creating the most delicious tension on his chest. he looks broad like this, broader than eddie's really ever seen him. and with his hand across the couch and his legs opened just slightly and his bare chest on display and his bright white teeth glinting in the dim moonlight he looks-

he's hot.

he looks like the old steve, all cock-sure and suave, like he knows he can get absolutely whatever he wants. it does eddie's head in. is he what steve wants? is he why steve looks like he could jump on anything and everything that came his way? is he why steve thought he could ask him about his turn ons as easy as if he was asking about the weather?

"i don't have-"

"oh bullshit," steve says with a flick of his free hand. "everyone has one, man. what gets you all hot and bothered?"

eddie tilts his head up with a scoff. "why do you want to know?"

"consider it your average every day bonding." he says it like it's obvious, like all guys do when they sit around and play sleepover games like they're kids again is talk about what they like in bed.

but eddie's drunk on steve in 2am moonlight and can't help himself for giving him everything.

"i like dirty talk."

he'd always give steve everything.

steve's grin shifts into something borderline feral that has eddie vibrating under his skin. he moves his hips and settles back into the arm of the couch, leveling eddie with his gaze. his eyes are heavy when they look at him and eddie feels glued to the spot.

"oh yeah?" steve's inflection sounds exactly like what eddie craves for and he's afraid that he's shown all his cards already if steve was able to pick up on it that fast. "like what?"

he rolls his eyes if only so that he can take them away from watching steve's muscles contorting as he shifts on the couch. it's not hard to get eddie in the mood, that's the embarrassing thing. his limited experience before he learned about alternate dimensions and things living under hawkins didn't exactly help his case. he didn't exactly have guys throwing themselves at him as a social pariah covered in still healing scars, either.

so steve looking at him with those eyes and that grin and without a shirt for god's sake? not helpful.

"i don't know, i just-" his mind supplies images that gets his cock stirring. a certain king of hawkins under him or on top of him or right behind him whispering things in his ear that he had never really thought about before.

"-i just like hearing the effect i have on them, i guess."

and then without warning steve is moving. he's up on his hands and knees and is leaning into eddie's personal space again, his face close enough to eddie's that he can see that damn green in his eyes again.

there's still a bit of space between then but not nearly enough that eddie isn't effected by it. steve's pinkie is brushing his thigh and his cock that was already interested just thinking about the sounds steve could make is stirring even more awake under his gaze.

"you like hearing you're doing good?" steve questions. eddie sighs. "you like all the moans and stuff?"

all eddie can do is nod, afraid that if he speaks that he'll do something embarrassing like say he wants to pull whatever sound out of steve that he'd let him. suddenly, steve's pulling away minutely to get his mouth close to eddie's ear, breath coming out in puffs against his skin.

"oh fuck," steve huffs out, voice pitched high and dainty. feminine. "oh, oh eddie, it's so good."

eddie grips his hands onto his knees like they're the only thing keeping here on planet earth as steve moans in his ear. his cock is starting to grow, whatever blood that was left in his head heading south fast and it's leaving him dizzy. from up close, he's sure steve can see what he's doing if he was to look down. he's wearing sweatpants that don't exactly hide anything, after all.

the sounds steve are making are all light and pretty like he's going off of his own experience and eddie has the fleeting thought that it's what girls sound like under him. that some girl has been pressing up close to steve's chest and had her pretty pink lips up close to his ear as he fucked her into the mattress. but oh, if eddie had the courage he'd tell him. tell him that he doesn't want to hear some girl, some stranger.

he wants to hear steve.

"you gonna take care of that?" steve's voice is back to somewhat normal, a bit raspy and deep, and it floods through eddie's veins like molten lava. he doesn't remember closing his eyes but he peels them open and turns his head to look at steve. he follows his gaze and sees that they're both looking at how turned on eddie is. he doesn't have enough blood left in his cheeks to blush but he would if he could.

"steve, that's wei-"

a hand wrapping over his knee stops him mid sentence. "not weird. do it. i want you to."

eddie gulps even though his throat feels drier than it's ever been. steve's fingers tighten and he jerks his chin up to urge him on and fuck, he knew he'd always give steve whatever he wanted.

"can you just," eddie sucks a breath in through his teeth as he drops his hand to his waistband, fingers teasing under the fabric. "sound like you, please?"

the silence feels palpable. he can feel every place that his clothes are touching him, every place that steve is touching him, every place his breath has fallen on him that evening. he has half a mind to take it back and tell him he was joking, to pretend like he's some girl again and eddie could get off on that, too. he could at least try, especially if it was steve.

but then- "eddie, fuck."

steve's mouth is close to his ear again, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear as he groans into it. his voice is pitched deep but it's definitely undeniably steve. he shifts onto his knees so he can drape his arm behind eddie once more. not touching, but there and as eddie's hand slips under the fabric to grip at his cock, they both let out a sigh.

"yeah, there you go. gonna touch yourself for me, hmm?"

"shit," eddie groans out as his hand trails over his weeping cock. he brings his thumb up to gather a bit of the precome that's dribbled out of the top and rubs it between his fingers before gliding them down his length. steve's panting these little sounds into his ear that mirror eddie's own moans. when he sighs, steve sighs, when he whines, steve whines.

it's like he's touching himself to get steve off, too, and isn't that something to think about? them laying side by side with each other's dicks in their hands, stroking just how the other likes to get them off. he'd watch steve's face, speed up when his eyes open and slow down when he's close. he'd buck his hips into steve's steady grip, swallow the moans he pulls out of him so they echo through his body. it'd be heaven on a mattress or hardwood floor or ratty couch in a ratty trailer.

"got me all hard in my jeans, eddie." steve breathes out and eddie can't see is he's lying or not but it sounds true and eddie briefly wonders if steve should go into porn with those acting skills. "the way you look with your hand in your pants, jesus, it's a sin. all flushed and hot and, god-"

if steve keeps it up, eddie is going to be done way faster than he wants to be. his hand speeds up when steve lets out a particularly loud moan in his ear and then there's a brush of denim against his arm and wow, steve was in fact not lying. his hips keep jumping up to get pressure against eddie's forearm and the long line of steve's cock is teasing him.

"steve," he whines out, "are you..."

"of course i am," he laughs against eddie's ear before sneaking a tiny kiss to his temple. "you're so fucking hot, dude. been wanting to do this for too long. too long, oh my god."

his hand that was on eddie thigh moves up to unbutton his pants and slides under his own waistband and eddie takes a moment to slow his strokes as he looks up at steve. he looks like a greek god in grungy trailer lighting, chest shimmering with sweat and puffing with heavy breaths. he's grinning down at eddie and he feels like he could float away.

"think i'm hot, stevie?" he says on a shuddering breath as he hits a spot on his cock that he immediately goes to find again. steve smirks before his eyes roll back as he gets a hand on his own dick.

"so hot, so fucking-"

he's cut off by a moan and eddie sends up a silent thank you to the universe that they have the trailer to themselves for the next few days because eddie needs to pull more of those out of him. he needs steve on his back and on his cock and in his mouth and on his fingers and every which way he'll let him have him if it means he gets to hear more of that.

"gonna get my mouth on you soon enough, gotta know what you taste like. gonna get you down my fucking throat..."

steve's brought his mouth back down to eddie's ear and is grunting like he's running the race of a lifetime while he tells eddie what he wants to do him. says truths of his own outside of the now forgotten game, secrets laced with some of the most romantic things eddie's ever been told. tells him how pretty he is, how good he is, how he's imagining eddie's fingers on his cock and on his skin and how he's close, close, close.

knowing he's effecting steve this much, knowing he has this hold on him that he thought was one sided, knowing that he's racing through steve's veins like he's racing through eddie's, it's too much.

"i'm... fuck- i'm gonna," eddie's hand speeds up and the hand on the back of the couch comes up to tangle in his hair. there's a pressure pulling him back until he's looking at the ceiling for a second until all he can see is steve and the flecks of green he's come to love.

"it's okay, i've got you, come on. let me just-"

their first kiss is shared on a ratty couch in a ratty trailer with their hands in their pants and come covering their fingers. eddie's mouth is open enough that he's moaning into steve's and the hand on the back of his head is twitching while he comes. they pull apart enough that eddie can hear what they sound like as they work through their orgasms together, can hear what steve sounds like as he works himself down.

he's going to get that on a record someday, he tells himself. it'll go platinum.

and just as quick as it started, it's over. only this time steve's snuggling up next to him and using his clean hand to stroke over the exposed skin on eddie's stomach instead of returning to the opposite end of the couch. their chests are heaving as they try and regain their composure and it feels like bliss until steve laughs.

it's like an ice bucket being poured over him and he wishes he didn't love hearing steve so much because he's afraid that the laugh will haunt his memories for ages to come. steve must feel him freeze up because the hand on his stomach circles around his waist and pulls him even closer so he can nuzzle his face into eddie's chest. it starts to settle the nerves that had wound themselves around his insides.

"i don't know if you could tell," he starts, voice muffled against eddie's flannel. "but i've been wanting to do that, this, for ages."

eddie snorts. "you've wanted to make me jizz in my pants for ages? really? low standards even for you."

steve snorts out a laugh in return. "no, you idiot. i've wanted to be able to do this for ages."

he tilts his head up and places a featherlight kiss to eddie's lips. it's soft, it's sweet, it's the opposite of everything that happened not two minutes prior. eddie feels a smile tugging at his mouth and pulls back to see steve smiling, too.

"does this mean..."

there's no words, no definition that eddie can put to the events of the night that don't sound silly or juvenile. but then he sees steve settle back down, pressing a kiss to right over his heart before laying his head down where it was.

"... that we're doing that again? absolutely. just maybe in a bed next time."

and maybe they don't need a label. maybe all they need is laying on a couch with come cooling in their pants and echoes of what just happened bouncing off the trailer walls. maybe all they need is a promise of later sealed with a kiss and their heartbeats in synch.

and maybe, just maybe, they'll play truth or dare again.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Sweet indulgence 🛼

Written for the Valentine's Day pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles blog.

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in roller skates; First date (Eddie says it counts 💖)

Notes: continued from this one.

"You can’t be fucking serious,” Steve says. 

“Why not?” Eddie throws the garishly pink flier back down on the table. “It’s still Valentine’s Day.” 

“For thirteen more minutes,” Steve bristles, pen pressing down on his little notepad so hard that Eddie is afraid he’ll punch a hole through it. “You don’t even have a date.” 

“Didn’t know that was required,” Eddie grins. “All I’m saying is, if you offer a Valentine’s Day special, then that special should be available for the entirety of Valentine’s Day, so …” 

Steve makes an exasperated sound, but still jots down the order. 

“You’re being ridiculous,” he barks over his shoulder as he pushes away from the table and disappears into the kitchen. “Just so you know.” 

Eddie watches him glide away, legs and ass a meal in their own right in those shorts and knee-highs and the fucking roller skates. 

Maybe the boy has a point. Maybe he is being ridiculous. 

It’s not exactly normal behavior, discovering that your former high school king is now a waiter at the diner down the street, and then promptly declaring said diner your new after-work dinner spot. But Eddie never claimed to be normal. And he’s always been a tad bit obsessed with Steve Harrington, so here they are. 

Steve has long resigned himself to his nightly visits. Never once has he acknowledged their shared history, and Eddie hasn’t pushed. Instead, he’s slowly putting together all the little puzzle pieces he’s been collecting. 

Steve will grumble and scowl and bitch over Eddie’s absurd orders and constant attempts at flirting, but he never fails to pocket his generous tips, so he must be struggling financially. He’s pulling at least one job besides the one at the diner. Most likely a babysitting gig, as indicated by the sparkly hair clips and stickers that Eddie regularly spots in his hair and on his clothes. He’s also not seeing anyone, because if he was, he sure as hell wouldn’t be working the night shift on Valentine’s Day. 

He also hasn’t eaten in a while, if the tummy rumble as he brings the order is anything to go by. Eddie quirks a brow. Steve blushes and hugs the tray to his chest. 

“Enjoy your meal,” he says, but Eddie holds up a hand and gestures invitingly at the empty seat opposite him. 

“Join me?” 

Steve’s brow furrows. “I’m on the clock.” 

“Oh yeah, and super fucking busy, I can see,” Eddie quips. “Indulge me, my liege.” 

Steve chews on his bottom lip, casting a hesitant glance towards the kitchen. Finally, he sighs and slips into the free seat. Eddie hands over one of the two cupcakes on his plate, decorated in a lopsided tower of frosting and a smattering of heart-shaped sprinkles. Steve devours nearly half of it with two enormous bites, and if triumph blooms warm and heavy in Eddie’s chest, that’s neither here nor there. 

“So,” he drawls, ignoring his own cupcake in favor of stacking his chin on top of his folded hands, peering at Steve over the rim of his sunglasses. “How was your day? Been handing out lots of these little babies?” 

Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, sure,” he says around a mouthful of frosting. “Have you seen this place? Premium date spot. So classy and romantic.” 

They lapse into silence for a few seconds. Steve grabs the milkshake with the two straws without waiting for an invitation and takes an enormous sip. There’s a tiny pink sprinkle at the corner of his mouth. Eddie resists the temptation to reach out and wipe it away. 

“What about you, huh? You own the record label down the street, right? Surely your day was much more interesting than mine.” 

So he isn’t the only one who’s been puzzling, Eddie thinks. 

“Hellfire Records,” he nods, happy to ramble about his baby, even though Steve’s attempt at diverting the topic is not nearly as subtle as the boy may think. “We have some pretty cool bands, but I’m not sure they’re your taste, exactly.” 

“Oh?” Steve shoves the last bit of cupcake into his mouth, licking leftover frosting off his fingers. “Bold of you to assume that you’d know my taste. Indulge me?” 

Eddie does. 

Steve does, it turns out, know fuck all about metal and grunge, but he’s surprisingly interested and open-minded. Much more open-minded than Eddie would’ve expected from Hawkins High royalty. By the time they wrap up their little talk and make their way over to the counter, Steve has finished not only the milkshake, but also the second cupcake.

When Eddie hands over the usual fifty, Steve hesitates. 

“You already gave me all the food.” 

Eddie smiles easily. “So? Gotta let my favorite waiter know I appreciate him on this fine holiday.” 

Something flits over Steve’s face, something open and vulnerable, but it’s gone as soon as it came. 

“Don’t think you can buy my affection, Eddie,” he murmurs, snatching the bank note from Eddie’s fingers and stuffing it into his apron pocket. 

“Don’t worry,” Eddie winks and saunters towards the door - carefully making sure to keep the giddy spring out of his step. Steve called him Eddie. Not Munson. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“Good,” Steve calls after him. “See you tomorrow?” 

“You bet, big boy,” Eddie says. He’s just about to leave when something else occurs to him. “And I’ll be sure to pick a nicer spot for our second date, promise.” 

Steve’s blush is as pink as the sprinkle that’s still stuck at the corner of his mouth. Eddie doesn’t wait for his retort, just shuts the door and makes for home, grinning like a maniac.

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Tagging some ppl who expressed interest last time: @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon @steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos

Part 3

[callme-dickmaster]

Basket Case

Ch. Two - Fuck Steve Harrington

cw: this may be v long, afab! reader, minimal use of y/n, bullying, language, taking out anger on wrong people, teeth grinding author's note: hullo

<<part 1 - part 3>>

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Monday, November 7, 1983

Outrage was an understatement to describe the feeling in your chest when you walked into your second period class and Jonathan was nowhere to be found. You dug your nails into the wood of the desk and ground your teeth. The girl who sat next to you cringed at the scraping sound but was too afraid to say anything.

As you ground your teeth for the millionth time that class, Carol Perkins turned around in her chair to glare at you. "Can you stop being a freak? It's so annoying," Carol huffed, turning back around.

You rolled your eyes, "Can you stop acting like a smelly cunt? It's so annoying." Carol whipped around to gape at you. You smiled and widened your eyes, trying and succeeding in creeping her out. Carol narrowed her eyes at you but turned back to face the front when the teacher snapped Carol's name with a threat of detention.

You threw your bologna at Eddie Munson and sat on the empty bleachers in the football field to eat the remnants of your lunch. "Well, well...isn't this a treat?" you rolled your eyes. Tommy and Carol walked up the loud metal steps to your lunch spot.

"Hello," you mumbled to them, taking a bite of your now plain mustard sandwich. "What'd you bring me, weirdo?" Tommy asked, snatching the bread and opening it. Him and Carol scrunched up their faces and laughed.

"Only mustard?" Carol scoffed, "What? Are you that poor you can't even afford lunch meat?" she sneered. You chuckled, opening your Star Crunch and taking a big bite. "My bologna is currently in Eddie Munson's mane. You wanna make fun of someone, go make fun of him. He gets a kick out of it," you said, smiling sarcastically at the couple.

Carol pouted, sitting next to you on the bleachers, tightly wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You tensed up, looking pleadingly at a girl sitting two rows away. The girl pursed her lips and looked to the ground, putting her headphones on. You sighed, playing with the plastic around your snack. "Now why would we make fun of you? We're buddies! Aren't we?" Carol asked, looking at her boyfriend.

Tommy hummed in fake sincerity, "Oh, hell yeah!" he said. He leaned up on the seat next to you. "We're super close..." Tommy said, pushing your sandwich mustard side down onto your face. You wrinkled your nose at the smell of the yellow sauce as Carol took the other half and smushed it into your hair.

You huffed, shoving the girl off you and grabbing your bag. You kicked Tommy in the shin to get him out of your way and glared at them. Especially the girl who ignored you.

"Great..." you sighed, picking tiny pieces of bread out of your hair as you stomped back into school with no intention of staying any longer.

"Shit!"

Steve gasped as he ran straight into you, spilling his Coke all over you and turning your clothes brown. You closed your eyes and bit your tongue to hold in the scream you wanted to let out in Steve's face.

"Whoa, y/n, what happened? I'm really sorry I-," You interrupted him with a frustrated groan. "Just shut up, Steve! God, stop pretending you care! The lunch time assault was probably all your idea anyway!" you yelled.

You tried to shove past him and the other students that had gathered around to watch you get drenched in soda.

"Hang on. What?" Steve asked, following after you.

You spun around and threw your hands up, "Let me put it in the simplest terms so you can understand: Fuck you!"

Steve stopped in his tracks, watching you leave with a defeated feeling. He couldn't figure out why you were so mad. He didn't mean to spill his drink on you, he just wasn't watching where he was going. He knew he wasn't the smartest guy in the world, let alone Hawkins, but he could put pieces together to figure out that it wasn't all his fault. And he definitely wasn't going to take the fall for it.

Nancy saw you walking by covered in yellow and brown stains before you ducked into the bathroom. She was going to ignore it since you and Nancy barely knew each other, but you'd been good to Mike and her mom loved you so she couldn't toss it aside.

"Y/n?" Nancy spoke, walking into the bathroom. You were standing at the mirror trying to strip the mustard from your hair with a paper towel.

"Hey..." you sighed. You huffed and snatched some more napkins out of the dispenser.

"Do...do you want some help?" Nancy asked. You spared her a glance and sighed. You slumped in on yourself and begrudgingly gave her the paper towel wad you had in your hand.

"Here..." Nancy laughed awkwardly, wetting them and trying to gently wipe your cheek. "What happened?" she asked, dragging the napkins through your hair.

"Your little boyfriend's stupid friends. Cornered me during lunch," you grumbled. Nancy stopped and shrugged, "Well...I mean, it wasn't Steve's fault," she chuckled. You rolled your eyes. Of course it wasn't Steve's fault. It was never Steve's fault.

"Wouldn't surprise me..." you murmured. Nancy grabbed a few more paper towels and ran them under water. "Well, just because they're friends doesn't really mean anything...he's a nice guy! He wouldn't..." Nancy tried.

You scoffed, "Sure. Just like he wouldn't help Tommy and his other douchebag basketball buddies stuff Eddie Munson into a locker. Thanks a lot, Nancy, I'll see you around," you grabbed your stuff and hightailed it out of there. You nearly sprinted out to your car, trying to avoid anyone as you climbed into your car.

You could see Steve talking to Tommy and Carol by the gym entrance. Probably laughing it up about their newest conquest. In reality, Steve was pissed. You were angry with him because Tommy and Carol were assholes.

"Dude, seriously?" Steve sighed, tapping Tommy on the shoulder.

"What?! She doesn't get to walk around like that and talk shit to Carol!" Tommy replied, tossing his arms up. Carol crossed her arms, nodding in agreement. Steve huffed, torn on what he was supposed to do. In the couple hours he'd spent one on one with you, he found out you weren't as bad as people made you out to be. You made him laugh and you actually had a lot in common. Not that he would ever tell Tommy that.

"Well, now she's pissed at me. And she's my partner for this stupid project in Mrs. Click's! Dammit!" Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair. Tommy and Carol rolled their eyes.

"C'mon man. No way you feel bad for her. It's her own fault, dude! If she didn't act so weird maybe people wouldn't pick on her," Tommy said, putting his hands up in defense. He finally just shrugged, tossing an arm around Carol and leading her back into the school. Steve sighed, catching the end of your car as you drove down the street.

You were going fifteen over the speed limit to get home. Now that Dustin had his bike back, you didn't have to wait for him. You ran inside, ignoring your mother's worried squeaking at the yellow "staining" her daughter's head and slammed the bathroom door. You turned on the shower and sat on the closed toilet lid, burying your face in your hands.

Why you? What did you ever do? As you stepped into the shower and started washing your hair, you were kicking yourself in your mind. How could you let yourself think that Steve might not be who you thought he was? And how could Nancy make excuses for him? Just because he had good hair and they made out sometimes? It was obvious Nancy was just as blind as everyone else.

"Evie, honey? I-I went ahead and put out some pajamas for you. Maybe we can watch a movie before Dusty gets home? Just us two?" your mom asked, softly knocking on the door. You sniffed and said a quiet "okay..." before you wiped down the mirror and sighed at your reflection. You only had a few words swimming in your head.

Fuck Nancy. Fuck Hawkins. And fuck Steve Harrington.

<3

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🍦 steve harrington masterlist

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"laugh like lovers, kiss like friends" – you’re getting married – steve’s in town for the ceremony and it dredges up old memories, ones you thought you’d forgotten, but they still burn bright and you have to decide – will you say ‘i do’ or will your heart realize what you really want has been there all along?  | (  9.1k, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

( SMALLER, ONE-SHOTS / BLURBS / REQUESTS / HEAD CANONS, STEVE x YOU // mature content marked appropriately )

"tell you when" – steve’s had a type for more than a while, all soft and cute and nancy wheeler and not you, but you’re around each other all the time lately it feels like, have been with each other before and in the heat of the moment it slips out – you ask him to be a little rough with it and it surprises steve how much he wants to please you… 18+ | ( 431 words – smut, sprinkle of fluff, friends with benefits to something more? steve x you, steve x reader )

"eyes half shut" – hawkins high alumni always run the end of year carnival to help raise funds for the school and steve is always in charge of the alumni basketball game, but this year they’re trying out a kissing booth and who better to headline than steve harrington? | ( 3.9k – a little angst, a little fluff, kinda enemies to kinda lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"this is how it ends" – you went with everyone to kill vecna, into the upside down, and you knew the risks, but none of you thought it would go this far – will you get to tell steve how you really feel before it’s too late? • *18+ only  | (  2.8k, angst, trauma, mentions of blood and violence, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"hold your breath" – you take steve to see eddie and corroded coffin at a little hole in the wall venue, just the two of you, and you find yourselves getting lost in the music…and each other • *18+ only | (  2.2k, smut, fingering in public, tiny bits of fluff, established relationship, steve x you, steve x reader )

"all i want for christmas" – steve got you what he hopes is the best christmas gift of all time, but he's nervous and afraid of being soft and vulnerable in front of everyone and what if you hate it, but you don't and it's perfect | (  1.5k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"i'll hold you together" – steve goes to a party without you because tommy’s there and he wouldn’t let robin and eddie go alone, but when they get home something’s clearly wrong •  *18+ only  | (  2k, angst, trauma, mentions of blood, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"move like water" – it took so damn long, but finally you saved up enough to get your own place, and while it’s nothing fancy it’s yours, all yours, just like steve  •  *18+ only  | (  1.7k, smut all the smut, a sprinkle of fluff, established relationship, steve x you, steve x reader )

"where you go i go too" – everyone’s home for christmas break, so steve drags you to a party, but tommy’s there being a creep – steve has to confront an 'old friend' | ( 2.3k, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"endless summer" – steve’s pool is always full during the indiana summers and he loves his friends, but he just wants you • *18+ only  | (  2.8k, smut, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader  )

"lovesick" – during your shift at family video steve notices something’s off about you, you’re not looking too good, so he closes up a little early to take care of you | ( 1.3k, pure fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"have yourself a merry little christmas" – christmas is hard for steve, he hates it, any memories he has are of his parents out of town and spending it with his grandma or alone after she passed when he was 16, but with you it’s different | (  1.2k, sad, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (23)

part 23 of ?? | 479 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

It’s touch and go for a long time, starting with Steve throwing his parents’ names around in the Emergency Room to get them to treat Eddie at all.

23.

It’s touch and go for a long time, starting with Steve throwing his parents’ names around in the Emergency Room to get them to treat Eddie at all. He sticks close after that, watching through a window when he’s not allowed in the operating room—which is already a lot more than even family members usually get. Every hour on the hour he checks in with Dustin over the walkie to give him an update. 

Every half hour, Lucas chimes in on the same channel with an update about Max. Those are the times Steve most wants to break, but he can’t. 

He keeps Eddie in sight all the way to a private room, glaring fit to kill at the police officer who handcuffs both pale, unmoving wrists to each side of the bed. 

No sleep until Eddie wakes up, and no distractions. Steve moves carefully whenever the nurses are looking because he doesn’t want to draw attention to his own bites and risk being whisked away. He’s afraid to even take his eyes off Eddie for a moment, half convinced that if he blinks for too long the guy might disappear. The faint rise and fall of Eddie’s chest, more bandages visible than skin, and occasional flutter of his eyelashes are comforting signs of life.

His concentration is so blinding that he nearly jumps out of his skin when a rough hand lands on his shoulder. “You the Harrington kid that saved my boy?”

Steve looks up into the creased and tired face of Wayne Munson and can only gape at him. 

“You’re the spitting goddamn image of Richard, so I’d guess so,” Wayne mutters into the lack of a response. The way he says it, Steve expects to get hauled up and shoved out of the room, because his dad is an asshole.

But Wayne squeezes his shoulder and drops into the uncomfortable chair next to him, eyes on Eddie. 

“Uh,” Steve finally manages, glancing at the boy lying prone in the hospital bed. “Sorry about the cuffs, they wouldn’t. . . . They didn’t listen to me about that. About him being innocent, I mean.”

“You did what you could,” Wayne says, eyes never leaving his nephew. (And Steve finally feels like he can relax a tiny bit, now that he’s not the only one on sentry duty.) “Shit, kid, I know this town. I know how these things go. They would’ve just let him die.”

“Steve,” Steve offers, because he doesn’t feel like a kid. He feels like he’s a million years old and surrounded by strangers he happened to have some hand in saving, still haunted by the girl he hadn’t. 

He passes out shortly after, and doesn’t regain consciousness until long after Wayne gets his jacket unzipped and blood-soaked shirt hiked up to angrily show the hospital staff and read them the riot act for not noticing.

[justhere4thevibez]

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nonny, I'm SO SORRY this took so long, but I made it a bit extra long to make up for it 💛 enjoy!

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“Somebody’s in love!”

Eddie jerked his head up, panicked that Henderson had finally caught him staring one too many times at Chrissy Cunningham. At her crinkly nose and her short little skirt and her delicate hands and… you get the idea.

Fortunately, Henderson was not talking to Eddie, but to Steve Harrington, who’d been fluffing his ever-obnoxious hair in the reflection of one of the video games at the arcade.

“Hey, twerp, when your hair looks as good as mine, you’ll spend time in front of a mirror, too,” Harrington said, bopping the brim of Henderson’s hat affectionately.

“Excuse you,” Henderson said indignantly. “My hair looks amazing, thank you very much.”

Thank fuck. He’d gotten away with it again. Automatically, his eyes drifted back over to Chrissy, where she was giggling with Max and Will…

Fuck. She was looking at him now.

He dropped his gaze, spinning the opposite way to find a game, any game, to distract him from being a fucking idiot and staring at the most stupidly pretty girl in Hawkins.

“Hey, Eddie.”

He looked up from his game—apparently his subconscious had directed him straight to Pacman, what the fuck—to find Chrissy looking up at him with wide, baby blue eyes. She had to be some kind of fucking enchantress with eyes like that, blue enough to pull him in with her siren song and leave him to drown.

What a way to die.

“Hi,” he said eloquently, clearing his throat and trying over again. “Um, having fun?”

“Yeah,” she said, a genuine smile blooming out over her face. “It’s nice to hang out with people who don’t… care. About, like, social status or being cool.”

Eddie clutched his heart in mock hurt. “Are you saying I’m not cool, Cunningham?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean—” she stopped, a shocked smile crossing her face. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

“Me?” Eddie bent down until he was eye to eye with her, keeping his expression grave. “I’ll have you know I am a serious man. Not a nonsensical or shenanigan-rous bone in my body. Some might even call me…” he paused for dramatic effect before slumping back against Pacman, pressing his hand to his forehead. “Dignified.”

She burst out into a peal of laughter, her eyes almost squinting shut with her smile. Fuck, he wanted to eat it, let that sound melt across his tongue like cotton candy.

“Do you mock me?” he asked in a shocked whisper. “I cannot believe our own benevolent queen would treat me thus.”

“I—” another giggle escaped her lips before she managed to silence it. “I would never. I actually…”

She trailed off, blushing a little.

“You what, your highness?” he asked, tilting his head with an expectant smile. “Your wish is my command.”

“I, uh, was wondering if you’d teach me,” she said in a low voice, like she was sharing a secret. “I don’t really know how to play these games.”

Eddie held out his hand with a flourish. “Step right up, my lady, and I’ll show you the ways of the man of Pac.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” she said, slipping her hand into his and letting him guide her.

Her hand was so fucking soft he was afraid the callouses on his fingers might tear her skin up. But she didn’t seem to mind his touch, lacing her fingers firmly through his. His brain stuttered to a halt momentarily, and he had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. Focus, idiot.

He pointed out the controls to her as he gave her a brief explanation of the game, and she nodded along, content to absorb his words. And if he leaned over her shoulder a few times to point out some things, well, he was just doing his civic duty as an arcade game instructor. He didn’t try to press against her or even touch her, he just liked basking in her presence. Hell, even standing near to her was closer than he ever thought he’d get.

And she didn’t seem to mind. When he leaned over her shoulder to tap on the screen, she snagged the sleeve of his jacket, twisting her tiny fingers into the leather.

“You can come a little closer,” she murmured, tugging on his sleeve. “I don’t bite.”

He took a hesitant step forward, keeping a couple inches of space between them. He didn’t want to fucking assume anything even though the hem of her skirt brushed against his bare knee where the fabric had worn straight through on his jeans. Fuck, this might just be heaven.

“What’s the matter, Munson?” she asked teasingly, giving his jacket one last insistent pull. “You scared of me?”

He almost stumbled forward, and now he could actually feel her against him, her angular shoulder pressed against his ribcage and her ass brushing up against his thigh. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, nestling it in the crook of his neck, and for a split second he forgot to breathe.

“Yeah, Cunningham,” he laughed, daring to curl his hand around hers on the joystick. Who needed heaven when you could have Chrissy Cunningham pressed against you like this? “I’m fucking terrified.”

[roosterbox]

Heyyyyy how about another Steddie thinky thought? You know ‘em, you love ‘em!

This one’s theme: Hanahaki. Yes, the Flower Sickness that makes any unrequited love as actually physically deadly as it feels.

This one’s a bit older than the rest. I posted tiny bits on the discord a while back, and may in fact eventually expand it into an actual story, but for now, this.

Also under a cut because, yet again, my hand slipped, lol. Warnings for, uh, more Steve pain I guess. Sorry about that. Kind of.

Hanahaki AU

Steve loves Eddie. But Eddie doesn’t love Steve (or so Steve thinks…). He has resigned himself to this, to just being friends. Good friends. The only person he tells is Robin, who encourages him but is sympathetic. He gets the Flower Cough. Which grows (heh) increasingly worse as time goes on. And Robin gets even more insistent that he tells Eddie. So eventually Steve just… gives her a half truth/half lie.

He tells her, “Eddie’s not interested in me.” Half a lie, because she takes this to mean that he actually DID talk to Eddie and got rebuffed (he did not). But it’s also half a truth, because that’s what Steve truly believes - that Eddie wouldn’t be interested. No way, why would he? Pick your favorite flavor of Steve Harrington insecurity and insert here.

Eddie, meanwhile, is more than a little distraught. Everyone knows Steve has the Flower Sickness, but every time anyone asks about who it is, he waves them off with “they’re not interested.” And this blows Eddie’s mind because he’s been madly in love with Steve for years now, so how could anyone with half a brain or heart turn him down? In Eddie’s eyes, Steve is perfect.

The sickness gets worse. Steve ends up in the hospital. Everyone is there, waiting on the doctor’s word for when they can go in to see him. Eddie rushes in, scared and sick to his stomach, afraid that this is it. And at the sight of him looking so forlorn, even though (she thinks) he’s the one who caused this, Robin finally explodes.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Munson!”

Eddie, of course, is absolutely clueless. “What the fuck?”

“You think you can- fuck!” She’s angry, she’s stressed, she’s heartbroken, she’s distraught. There are tears streaming down her face. And for a moment, Eddie’s never felt so intimidated. “How can you just show up here like this?”

“Like what? Birdie, can you please start making more sense, because I am at a fucking loss here.”

She gears up for a verbal beatdown the likes of which have never been witnessed before, but then a nurse comes out. Tells them that Steve is okay (relatively speaking of course), and that they’re just making him comfortable now. And that she’ll be back out with the doctor soon to talk about visiting. This update deflates some of Robin’s bluster, and she sinks down into one of the chairs.

Eddie is still confused, but slightly relieved that Steve is alright. For now.

Under his breath he laments, “god, I wish it were me.”

It’s so quiet, but Robin hears him. Of course she does.

“Wait, what?”

He startles, surprised at being heard, and maybe a little nervous about speaking something so close to his heart in front of this ragtag group of people. But, he tells himself, they all love Steve here. So maybe… maybe it’s time to be brave.

“I wish it was me. The person who…” he gestures vaguely. “For Steve. If it was me, this might not-“ He swallows, hard, and looks away. His eyes sting but he’s not gonna cry, dammit.

Robin is just. Staring at him, eyes wide. “Eddie. What do you mean?”

It takes a moment, but he finally looks back at her.

“If it were me this wouldn’t have happened. Because I love him. I love him so fucking much, Birdie. And when I find whoever it was that broke his heart, I’m gonna-“ he clenches his fist. Clenches and unclenches. Perhaps unable to quite articulate the truest depths of his feelings.

Robin, to yet more of his surprise, bursts into fresh tears.

“You are both. Such. IDIOTS.” But before he can ask, again, what the fuck she means, she says, “it’s YOU.”

Eddie’s brain just fucking STOPS. Crashes. Like a freight train with a girder dropped in its track. “Me? What about me?”

“You, you idiot.” She’s up now, crying and shoving at him. But they’re half-hearted at best. And… is she smiling a little? “You, you, you! He loves you too.”

“Loves… me? Rob, you’re not making sense again.”

So she tells him. Everything. Perhaps breaking Steve’s confidence in the process, but if this miscommunication were to cost her best friend - her platonic soulmate - his life? That’s a small price to pay, she reasons. By the end of it, Eddie’s lost his battle against his tears. Dustin is hugging him as he babbles out, “but why would he- How could he think- I wouldn’t have let him-“

The nurse and doctor appear, taking in the scene, but not knowing the finer details of course. They tell the group that they can see him, but only one at a time. “For now,” they emphasize, with small, encouraging smiles.

Through a silent exchange, Robin is selected to go in first.

Steve is sitting up against the pillows of the hospital bed. There are various lines and monitors attached to him. Beeping at a steady, if not quite normal, level. He’s awake, and smiles a bit weakly at her when he sees her.

“Robbie.”

She smiles back.

“Hey dingus. How’re you feeling?” She sits down on the bed and reaches out, pushing the hair out of his face. It’s damp, soaked through with sweat, but she doesn’t mind.

“I’m f-“

“Don’t say you’re fine,” she cuts him off. Gently. Still touching him. Her hand drops to his shoulder and squeezes. “Not after this.”

They look at each other, an entire silent conversation passing between, before Steve sighs. The deep breath causes him to cough a little, but nothing comes up this time.

“Okay. I’m not fine. But Robin-“

She shakes her head. “I love you, you know?”

“I love you, too,” he replies almost automatically. Because he does.

“And,” she gets up, “because I love you, I hope you can forgive me.”

Steve’s expression turns confused. And a bit worried. “Forgive…?”

She backs up. Towards the door. “I’ll be back in a little while. But for now, I think there’s someone else who you should talk to. And who needs to talk to you.” At that, her gaze hardens. “And you better actually talk this time.”

She leaves, and Steve is alone again. He has a minute or two to be terribly confused before the door opens.

Oh fuck, it’s Eddie.

Eddie, who only glances at Steve as he comes in before pointedly looking away. He leans against the door, arms wrapped around himself. It’s the quietest he’s ever been, for as long as Steve’s known him. It’s unnerving.

“Eddie?” Steve asks. “Are you…?” He trails off, unsure of what, exactly, he was trying to ask.

Eddie says nothing. But then-

“You’re a real piece of work, Harrington, you know that?” He sounds angry. Maybe even livid. His voice is practically vibrating with it. Steve focuses on that, missing the undercurrent of tears in the words. For him, this is exactly what he thought would happen. She must have told him. Of course she would. And though he wanted to be mad, he couldn’t blame her at all. If, god forbid, their positions were reversed…

Eddie was talking again. “So you, what, rather die? Rather die than just, oh jeez, fucking say something to me?”

Steve wishes the bed would swallow him whole. He looks down at his hands in his lap, fidgeting. Picking at threads in the linen. His heart monitor had picked up a bit.

Eddie was slowly inching forward until he was right next to the bed. His eyes were also drawn to Steve’s hands. At the IV line affixed to them. At the nails, bitten short. At the bloodstains still lingering against his skin.

“You stupid, self-sacrificing son of a bitch.”

Steve winced. This was it. The worst nightmare he’d had since everything with the Upside Down. Only it wasn’t a dream any more.

“I’m sorry, Eddie,” he whispers. Sorry, he implies, for falling in love with you. It’s okay that you don’t-

“Sorry? Steve you’re-“ Eddie chokes a bit. He sniffles. Steve finally hears the other underlying emotions his friend is struggling with. Is he… crying?

He absolutely is, and wiping furiously at his eyes. Part of him wants to grab Steve by the shoulders, to shake him, to scream at him. To demand to know why. What were you thinking? But then again, he already knows, doesn’t he? Robin told him.

“Why,” he asks, “why would you ever think that I wouldn’t want you?”

Now it was Steve’s brain’s turn to just… stop.

Very slowly, quietly, he whispers out a “…what?”

Eddie’s hands are gripping the bed railing tightly. He itches, how he itches, to reach over and take the other man’s hands in his. To twine their fingers together. But if he does, he knows that he’ll never want to let go again if he can help it. So before that, he takes the scariest plunge of his life. Lover’s Lake has got nothing on this.

“Steve,” he says, their gazes finally meeting, “I love you. I fucking love you, you idiot.”

Steve is shocked. Flabbergasted. Maybe this is a dream, he thinks. Or maybe I’ve finally fucking coughed myself to death. His mouth opens and closes soundlessly for a few seconds, minutes maybe, before finally, he manages to ask, “since when?” He swears he can actually feel the flowery vines in his lungs growing tighter.

Eddie smiles at him through watery eyes. “How long have I known you?”

Steve just fucking breaks. He cries, weeping into his hands, curling in on himself. Can’t breathe, he thinks desperately before strong arms wrap around him. Drawing him in against a solid chest. Eddie hugs him, tucking Steve’s wet face against his neck. He’s crying too.

“It’s okay, Stevie,” he says. “It’ll be okay now.” He hopes that this is true. That whatever fate may be, it doesn’t make him a liar. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

[flowercrowngods]

dio. apologies for my simple comment on i’ll try. that chapter absolutely took my breath away, and my words failed me in that moment. there’s a bit of magic there (your sorcery as i’ve called it) that just sucks me in, literally to the point where i’m reading with bated breath. the way you describe steve’s thoughts, his reactions to hopper, his dissociation, and his overwhelming need to run, to punch something, to feel. it’s insanely good. and it makes me feel so much. his heartache and anger are fucking palpable. this story from steve’s perspective—a story that has already happened, that’s already been told—you’ve made it completely yours, completely steve’s, but you’ve also carved it around us, your audience, so carefully that we are viscerally and literally wrapped up in it. you said it wasn’t a “plotty chapter”, and it wasn’t. but it was so incredible and—in my opinion—so necessary. and the end with eddie… it was perfect and painful and so beautiful.

thank you so much for sharing your words with us. you are incredible. ✨🩷

first of all, your comment kinda cracked me up, because

dio, can I hold you?

is both a relatable comment to write and also just really on point for this very chapter, so don't you worry about that!

i love that you were reading with bated breath in accordance with steve who can't really breathe anymore (which is a theme and a motif with my writing i know but the first thing i realise about a budding panic is my breath feeling weird so i'm working with that, plus i like the symbolism it creates idk).

and i also need to run or punch or scream or to feel something at all times. it's ingrained in my very personality, this ache to break the pattern (which is what drives steve, too, because the pattern is only disassociating him further), and this anger that i even have to. i feel like that kind of anger is the only thing that makes sense what with how overwhelming everything is and with how he can't even begin to process it really. he tried with his book, but that takes so much energy and a clear thought and he has neither. so it's all building up, that old hopelessness paired with a new one, built on grief and confusion and anger and so, so, so much pain. anger at the world at large is the only logical conclusion -- and so is it being directed at hopper.

i love the way that people reacted to it, i was kinda afraid i'd have to kinda justify or explain this change in events and this slight overreaction on steve's part, this tunnel vision of anger he has that leads him to being so incredibly convinced hopper wants him out of the house when really the man is just absolutely overwhelmed and at a loss and has no reason yet to be emotionally invested the way he was. and steve being angry at that, too, obviously. feeling desperate at how he's realising he doesn't know how to get hopper there, because he grew better with el, but that won't happen like this now, so once more everything is a reminder of what he's lost. and everything else is just a reminder of how he doesn't belong here. the cabin, the room, the darkness of the curtains being drawn all the time

(yes yes the light-darkness symbolism in that fic is immense and i wonder if people have caught up. like how when hopper first arrived steve noticed the flashes of light in the darkness before being taken care of rather immediately and feeling a tiny sense of hope with it. and now there's only darkness and no daylight and steve is going insane. yes these things are on purpose. watch the light you guys)

you’ve made it completely yours, completely steve’s, but you’ve also carved it around us, your audience, so carefully that we are viscerally and literally wrapped up in it

i'm gonna die thinking about this by the way 🥹

and yeah, i'm glad you thought it was necessary -- i thought so, too, but i also worried that it would come across wrong. but the opposite came true: a few people have told me in the comments that essentially this chapter kinda cemented the time travel aspect of it, and the sheer weight that comes with it. and that was an empty space i wanted to fill, the "life after trauma" if you will. the aspects that the show waves away sometimes for plot narrative reasons, but this fic isn't about the plot. this fic is about grief and about trauma and about anger and about being so lost in the world you can't even find yourself anymore. having two factual versions of yourself and neither one fits anymore.

i can't tell a story about "going back in time to save everyone you love" without making it a most tragic story about losing yourself and the price you pay for another chance at life. about abandonment and trauma-based negative character growth. about uncertainty and, ultimately, loss either way.

it's a fucked up concept by a fucked up person. it means so much that people give it a chance 🤍

thank you so much for sending this ask and allowing me to ramble some more about it, i never get tired of rambling, i could ramble about each line probably. hugging you 🤍

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

So fun story, I have never written Steddie kissing before and I seen this post and thought huh. I really want to write them kissing, and my brain kind of went somewhere.. so yeah.

Eddie’s hair shines loosely against his shoulders and against his forehead,with lose strands that fall into his mouth no matter how many times he brushed them back with his fingers. It’s frustrating, constantly having to stick his tongue out with a light flush to his cheeks just to pull one tiny strand of hair out.

Water droplets falling down from his eyelashes finding their way home in the dip of his collarbones. The river water barely brushing up against his hips, pushing its way past him reminding him that the world was in fact still moving around them. Not frozen in time as he stares at the prettiest boy alive.

Scratch that, the prettiest thing in the entire universe with his hairy chest, wide nervous eyes, the deep v-line above his swim shorts and most importantly the scar that connected the king with the freak.

That connection running deep as Eddie stays planted in his spot. Refusing to let his own discomfort remove his attention from Steve’s. Pulling on a invisible string wrapped around the other boy, tugging him deeper and deeper into the cold dark water. Watching the others reactions to make sure he doesn’t push him to far, only seeing light amusement in the others eyes as he for the numerous time pulls a strand of hair out of his mouth.

“You know I do have hair ties in the van?” Steve says with a deep chuckle. Hands staying on the surface of the water as he moves forward, fingers tapping the water causing soft ripples to dance out into the night.

“Yeah, yeah - now come on big boy come to daddy,” Eddie grins, knowing that his personality can flow freely with the other. Not afraid to be himself, knowing that whatever they had going on right now was keeping him warm in the cold night.

“Oh shut up-” Steve laughs, nose scrunching up a bit as he takes a another slow step. Loosing his balance and nearly stumbling face first in the water. Water splashes as his limbs fight to regain balance, gagging as he moves his foot away from the area that had mushier sand. His heart races as his anxiety and hairs on his arms stick up. Hands shaking against the water as his breathing picks up. Nearly drowning in the memories of watergate. Only to be forcefully pulled out by Eddie, who’s hands land gently against his shoulders.

Body moving close that Steve could feel his body heat, the others rings causing pink goosebumps to form where ever they touch. Eyes hazy and distant only to refocus when the others hand find its way to the right side of his face. Grounding him, being his rock but not drowning in.

“Do you need to get out?” Eddie asks softly, voice deep and raspy. Steve can see another strand of hair falling forward and landing in his mouth again as he spoke. Curls moving around the night sky as wind hits them both. Temping to blow the foundation that the two have built over the past few months.

Eyes flickering down at the others mouth, he moves his thumb and gently pulls the strand of hair out for the other. Before looking back up at the other with a soft smile. Eyes beginning to sparkle brighter then the stars above as he shakes his head no. Words dying in his lungs, unable to move up to his throat and be spoken. So much and not enough was happening all at once as their eyes meet.

Eddie moves his hands down off from the others shoulders. Carefully wrapping themselves around the others wrists, sliding down to tangle their fingers together as he slowly starts to back up. Steve moving forward as his eyes land back down on the others rosy lips. Knowing exactly what he wants, willing to walk through his biggest fear for it. Letting Eddie pull him in deeper, literally and figuratively. It was like he was under a spell as the water brush’s against his chest. The deepest he has gone since the night he got pulled down hell gate. He would celebrate, yell for all to hear but he thinks he knows that Eddie was going to reward him with something better.

They both take shaky breathes, unable to function normally when they were this close to each other. Eddie finally stops when the waterline is up against their armpits. Eye contact never breaking as he smiles brighter then the moon. Moving his hands from the others, sliding them up and feeling the way the other shivers. Both their faces moving closer and closer as Eddie’s hands hold the others back. Pulling the other closer into his orbit as they blink slowly. His right hand moves up to the others hair experimentally, the water from between his fingers getting the others hair wet for the first time that night. Rings loosely tangling at the small tail on the back of the others neck.

Eddie felt like he needed to get on his toes, even though they were the same height. He doesn’t. Instead he leans back and pulls the other closer as he feels his hair float in the dark water. Pulling the other closer and closer, watching the other tilt his head gently as their lips brush for the first time. There aren’t fireworks, but there is a home that is slowly starting to build. One that Eddie knows will keep him safe for the rest their days.

Lips collide, gentle and skimming to make sure this was fine. Trying to understand what the other wanted, no what the other needed. And what they needed was to be closer.

The string finally snaps as Steve pushes himself against the other harder, deeper into the water as he kisses Eddie like he was the oxygen he breathed. A soft giggle leaving one of them as their teeth hit against each other, letting themselves learn and keep going as Eddie’s hand moves back down against the others back.

Allowing the other to push him deeper and deeper. Truth be told Eddie wants the other to drown him with his love, like this for the rest of their life’s.

Pulling back, lungs burn as foreheads stick together. Arms wrapped around eachother, Steve’s finding their way down to hold the trim of the others shorts. Pulling the other as close as possible.

“I did it.” He brightens up, smile huge as he keeps his eyes closed. Not needing to look at the other to know Eddie’s facial expression matched his own.

“You did it Stevie,”

Might copy and paste and turn this one shot into a separate post, who knows lmao. Also I was planning on adding the quote “you’re like a river” but I decided to just write things that you relate to a river with Eddie if that makes sense lmao.

you're just like a river.

*Btw this is for stress relief. Drawing for me is addicting and i just can't function if i don't draw for a period of time. Now, if you excuse me, i'll get back to my exams:"(*

[devondespresso]

i kinda surprised at how few steddie fics i see that have actual coming out scenes for steve and/or eddie and the kids. like coming out in the 80s was like massively terrifying and ik we all like to assume the kids aren't going to be homophobic because we know theyre morally good and being accepting lines up with our modern perception or moral goodness but these are (at the canonical OLDEST) highschool freshman (13-14 mayyybe 15) (in! the! 80s!!! before the internet let you expand your knowledge about different people! in small town Indiana! where some characters have regan signs in their front yards!) even if the kids are all 100% supportive thats still TERRIFYING because our gays don't know how much of their parents' worldviews these kids retain.

where are our scenes where Steve sits down with Dustin alone somewhere and hes anxious and strangely quiet and gently he talks about how hes not dating robin because hes got this other person in mind and he loves robin always will but its not that kind of love and lately hes been feeling that kind of love with someone else, with said someone for a while in fact, but hes afraid, just a little or maybe a bit more than a little, of telling people about it. afraid of people he cares about knowing and not being okay with it or of hearing it and thinking of him differently or acting different or weird about it. (because lets not forget what people associate with being gay, what anyone just accepting rumors hears when you say it)

its terrifying, but its also dustin, and i feel like after robin dustin is the next person steve would trust with that because they're kinda everything to each other and coming out to your sibling is a big step and one if the first ones if you have a good relationship.

and not to bash on fics that don't go into this, honestly i love the diversity that comes with fics and how they don't have to be perfectly realistic to me for them to be enjoyable, but I'd definitely love more fics where coming out to the kids is more than just a group announcement followed by teasing or "its not weird cause your dudes its weird cause your like our dads"

maybe im just not seeing all these coming out fics (very high chances, i usually discover them through scrolling tumblr and clicking ao3 links for ones that sound good and I've only been into my st hyperfixation for a good few months which is tiny compared to the year this fandoms been going on) and if you feel like directing my attention to fics you liked or wrote that gave this id be ecstatic to read them <3

[fhrlclln]

i’m here | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> you’re worried and scared searching for your missing boyfriend, eddie munson.

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> fluff, comfort

WARNINGS -> use of sharp objects, tiny bit of violence.

WC -> 663

a/n : just a small fic that gives me comedic relief and butterflies at the same time. scared eddie = reader comforts him.

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

you were shit scared. fear was in your mind the whole walk to reefer rick’s house. your nerves were on edge, the thought of your boyfriend that was missing was slowly ticking your anxiousness. eddie was nowhere to be found the day the cops pronounced chrissy cunningham’s death inside of his and his uncle’s trailer. you were almost were going to march up to his place to check on him but jason carver found you first. you understood jason’s pain, you knew he loved chrissy, and would do anything to avenge her death even killing your own fucking boyfriend. you actually escaped his clutches before he could even test you further to know the whereabouts about the missing eddie. one priority was in your mind as you sought for dustin and the others. luckily, they had the same plan as you. find eddie and you were worried as shit, you couldn’t bare the thought eddie somewhere alone, in danger and possibly fucking being hunted now by those jocks.

“if you want to help us and save your boyfriend then we are absolutely going to his drug dealer’s house.” dustin argued, knowing you who complained that might be not the best of ideas. well, but here you are. holding a flashlight as the rest of the group got inside the shack. you were exploring around, shining every spot you could deem where he could be hiding. it was enough for you to actually just see him if he’s okay and well— and you missed him. a lot.

“WAIT, WAIT—“ you jumped hearing the screams and yells and clutters inside the shack. your heart leaped out of your chest as you sprinted inside to see what’s going on. afraid some other godly creature had attacked either of your friends. everyone was still as blank, you followed the situation seeing as dustin was practically trying to now get your boyfriend’s weapon off of steve’s neck. your breath shuddered, tense and a little calm finally seeing him. you were silent, seeing as dustin spewed words to eddie that he was okay and they were looking for him.

“eddie, we are on your side. i swear on my mother!” dustin gestured. everyone agreed, you slowly crept behind them, worrying for steve seeing the death grip eddie had on him and the broken beer bottle pointed directly on his pulse point. eddie had the look of distrust, still afraid knowing his situation. you didn’t know what truly happened when he was supposed to sell drugs to chrissy that night, all you knew he was just scared. anxious and probably much freaked out. a long moment of uneasy silence covered the entire shack as you now make your way in-front of dustin, who was relieved you were finally here.

“eddie.” your soft voice called out. eddie’s eyes widened as he tore his gaze from poor steve and now to you. “i’m here.” you whispered, inching closer towards him with open arms and a look of understanding on your expression. everyone held their breath, seeing as you gently removed his armed hand away from steve’s neck. steve stumbled, coughing a bit as everyone helped him up. eddie’s face scrunched up, eyes turning soft as he tossed away the broken beer bottle to embrace you. you sighed in relief, caressing his back as he buried his face on the top of your head. he inhaled your scent, his nerves calming down and every single thing that happened to him gone for a moment. in a bliss, he held you tighter seeming to not wanting to let you go.

“jesus christ, you’re here.” he finally spoke, pressing his forehead against yours. you gazed upon him, offering a small smile. his eyes were watery and you could tell he would break down in any minute now once you asked him if he was okay. “you’re here.” he repeated his words, kissing your lips, not minding the audience behind the two of you. you hummed in satisfaction, soft lips molding against yours just like every single time.

“i know. i know. you had me so worried, eddie.” you sighed between his lips. eddie hummed, enjoying the feel of your warmth in his arms. enveloping him like a soft warm blanket of comfort. the thoughts of jason hunting him and what had happened to chrissy easing off his mind now. a sudden cough interrupted the two of you as you quickly turned around, embarrassed. max and robin were holding smiles as dustin rolled his eyes, the situation was supposed to be serious and steve was full on mommy mode. arms were crossed and he looked absolutely defeated what just happened to him a while ago.

“yeah, i just had a really sharp object pointed on my fucking throat. can anyone kiss me too?”

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

With This Ring- E.M. Pt. 2

THE TEARS I SHED WRITING THIS... NONSTOP. Thank you so much for the love on pt. 1. If you like what you read here, check out my masterlist!

Pt. 1 <;> Pt. 3 Honeymooners (Sequel)

Eddie and Y/N are getting married. (This part begins when the wedding is 10 months away and ends the night before the wedding.

TW- 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut, protected sex, edging, a little bit of angst, cursing, mentions of drugs, drinking, Eddie cuts his hair (I KNOW BUT I NEEDED IT OKAY,) pet names

Word Count- 4,039

Pairings- Eddie x Reader, Friend!Steve, Robin, and Nancy x Reader

(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)

Ten Months Until the Wedding

Your mom was thrilled when you came to family dinner with Eddie the Sunday after the show. You showed her the ring and mentioned it was one of Eddie’s that he changed for you. Your dad was a little less than excited at your choice of groom, but he still clapped Eddie on the shoulder, happy his baby is happy. Your mom went full throttle on your wedding plans. She had been putting a binder together for years for you to go over when the time came. A lot of the fashion was outdated at this point, but it was still so sweet of her to go through the trouble, so you looked through it anyway, finding some things you liked here and there. “Oh, we need to go dress shopping!” She cried, clapping her hands together. You didn’t know how to break it to her that you didn’t want to wear white, but you let it go for now, just glad that she’s happy for you.

Your dad didn’t say much, he just hugged you tight and whispered “Are you sure this is what you want, peanut?” You looked up at him with glistening eyes, nodding with all the surety in your heart, and he smiled. “Okay then. I’m happy if you’re happy.” He didn’t appreciate Eddie and his metal-head, stud-wearing, “Satan-worshipping” habits, but he knew that to Eddie, you were his sun, moon, and stars. That was enough for him.

Eight Months Until the Wedding

Wedding planning is… hard. There are so many tiny details to consider. You had already booked the venue, the catering, and the band, but the flowers were still up for debate, and you had yet to find the dress, and the invitation list is sort of a sore subject.

Eddie kept going back and forth on inviting his dad. He wanted to shove it in his dad’s face that he was doing well, getting married to “The most stunning being in all the universe!!” As he so eloquently put it, making you giggle with glee as he kissed your face, but he was also afraid that if he did show up, he’d ruin everything. You tried to rationalize both options to him so he could try to make better sense of it for himself, but it was still hard. You didn’t want him to be let down by his dad again, but you also didn’t have much of a desire to see him yourself. You tried to put yourself in his shoes, weigh the pros and cons of inviting him.

“We have to send these out soon, Eddie.” You say, the stack of invitations littering your dining table had been sitting there for weeks, ready to send out. He rubs his hand over his face, picking up the envelope with his dad’s name on it.

“I know, princess, I know.” His dad was still troubling him, even after thinking about it for so long. You let out a breath.

“Well, baby, if it helps, I don’t think you have to prove to your dad that you’re doing well without him. Even if he did know, would he even… care?” You try to put it delicately. You know it hurts him to think about, but you’d rather be honest than let Eddie continue to plague himself with the thought.

He flops down next to you on the couch, letting out an exasperated breath, staring at the envelope in his hands. “No,” He says quietly.

You touch his face, guiding him to look at you. “Then don’t let him haunt you like this. We don’t need him. You don’t need him, Eds.” He draws his eyes down to the envelope again.

“You’re right,” He says, almost sadly, then he rips it in two. He looks back up at you with a hopeful smile. “He doesn’t deserve to meet you anyway.” He throws the ripped halves onto the coffee table and grabs you, pulling you onto him as you burst into a fit of giggles.

Seven Months Until the Wedding

You walk out of the dressing room, your heart beating fast in your chest as you let your hands run over the soft satin and lace. Is this the one?

It took a good long while to find a blue dress, and the one you found hidden in the very back of the store, long forgotten about for its nonconformity. You step around the corner, looking expectantly at your party for their reactions, and the first thing you hear is gasp from your mom. “Oh, Y/N!” She cries. You glance over at Robin, whose jaw is dropped, and Nancy, her smile wider than you think you’ve ever seen it. You look into the mirror, stepping up on the pedestal. The attendant helping you straightens out the train, and you get to gaze at someone you don’t even recognize.

She looks kind of like you, sure, but there’s no way you could ever look this elegant. Even with the ill fit of the sample size, the girl staring back at you is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You don’t notice you’re beginning to cry until you let out a light sob.

“Mama, I feel so pretty.” You cry, and she rushes to hug you, her eyes misty with tears as well.

“Y/N, you are so pretty. You look like a bride. Even if it is, well, blue.” She was being supportive of what you want, but if she had her way, you’d look like a frosted vanilla cupcake.

“Y/N, Eddie’s gonna die when he sees you in this!” Robin gushes. The mental image of the growing reality of your wedding, meeting Eddie at the end of the aisle, is enough to make you want to melt into the floor.

“Wait, I have the final touch!” Your mom exclaims, going back over to the couch your entourage is sitting at, pulling a mess of white netting from her bag. It’s the veil she wore at her wedding. It’s about 5 feet long and adorned with pearls, and you can’t help the gasp that comes from your mouth as your mom clips it into your hair. “It can be your ‘something old.’” She muses. You nod enthusiastically, going to hug her as fresh tears fall.

“Thank you, mom.” You sob. There’s not a dry eye in the room as you let yourself look into the angled mirror again. All of the pieces are coming together. You don’t know how you’ll be able to wait seven long months for Eddie and you to start your life together.

Four Months Until the Wedding

Today is cake tasting day. You sit at the bakery with Eddie poring over the options for the cake, icing, and filling. It’ll have two tiers, so two flavors. You and Eddie are both partial to the chocolate cake and raspberry filling with the vanilla buttercream, but the other flavor is a tough one. He likes the carrot cake, which you find appalling, favoring the strawberry. Cream cheese icing seems the obvious choice for both, and you agree on a custard filling, but you banter back and forth over the merits of each of your chosen flavors.

“More people like strawberry than carrot, Eddie!” You say defensively.

“Who doesn’t like carrot cake? You can’t even taste the carrot! It’s just, like, cinnamon!” He says. You roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Alright, fine. You can have your carrot cake if I can pick the centerpieces.” That had been another point of debate between the two of you. Eddie preferred lilies and roses, It’s the most metal choice of them all, princess! And you preferred peonies and lavender. He mulls it over in his mind, pressing his lips together as he thinks.

“I guess that’s a pretty good compromise.” He agrees, and you let out a little sound of glee. You can just stick to the chocolate cake at the wedding, anyway. You reach over and give him a kiss.

“Thank you, love.” You say as you pull away.

“No,” Eddie says, taking another big bite of cake. “Thank you!” You reach over and wipe a bit of icing away from his cheek before licking it off. His eyes widen playfully. “Oh, you want some more? Come here!” He takes a piece of cake between his fingers and starts to shove it in your face, causing you to laugh as he smears it across your lips. You lick some of it off your face.

“Okay, maybe carrot cake isn’t that bad.” You admit. Eddie scoops some of the cake from your face this time, cleaning off his fingers with his tongue.

“Damn straight, baby!”

One Month Until the Wedding

You let out an exasperated sigh as you crumpled up another piece of paper, throwing it into the garbage can. Eddie was out doing Hellfire stuff with the guys, so it was an opportunity to sit and write your vows. Both you and Eddie were too much of romantics to just repeat something some officiant had written.

Eddie, the moment I met you, I knew you’d be the most important person of my life. You make me feel like I’m the only person in the world. You looked into me and you didn’t see who I was, but who I would be. I love that I can be myself I love the way we grow and change together, and I promise that no matter how much we change, I’ll still find my home in you. I love you more than books and stars and lightning. I love you more than music. I love you more than fairy tales, because you’re my fairytale. And I can’t wait for us to continue writing it, chapter to chapter, for the rest of our lives. I promise to be here when you’re angry, and when you’re sad, and I promise to be here when you’re so happy you could fly. I promise to always I can’t promise to always be my best self, because everyone has bad days, but I can promise that you’ll always bring out the best in me that I can give you. I promise to always remind you that you deserve everything you want, even when you don’t think you do. And above all, I promise to love you, body and soul, forever.

There. That’s it. That’s what you’ve been trying to say. You bite your lip as you read it over and over again, making sure it’s just right. When you hear Eddie at the door, you quickly fold up the paper and stick it in a book laying nearby so he won’t find it. As you walk to greet him, he opens his arms. You run and jump into them, attacking him with kisses.

“Hey baby?” He says, both of your laughter subsiding.

“What’s up, gorgeous?” He presses a warm kiss to your forehead.

“How would you feel… if I cut my hair for the wedding?” Your eyes go wide in surprise.

“Well,” You run your fingers through his curls. “I love your hair how it is, but I also love you how you are all the time. So if you want to cut your hair I’m not gonna be mad at you. It’s just another version of you for me to love.” He gives you a smile and another few kisses to your forehead. “Why are you thinking about it?” You ask him. He gives a bit of a shrug.

“I don’t know, this has been my hair since I was like, 16, and I feel like I need something fresh. Something… ‘husband-y.’” He explains.

“We’ll you’re gonna be ‘husband-y’ no matter what in a few weeks.” You remind him, and he smiles wide, his beautiful eyes shining down at you.

“That’s true.” He nods, and then he picks you up and spins you, both of you laughing again. “And you, my love, are gonna be ‘wife-y.’” He says playfully, grabbing at your ass.

“Oh, getting a little handsy, are we?” You giggle, hands threading through his hair.

“I’m just excited,” He whispers into your ear. “I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” It sends a shiver down your spine, and you begin feeling that dizzying electricity shooting through your veins.

“Mm, it sounds so nice when you say it like that.” You say against his skin, pressing wet kisses over his neck.

“Hm, how?” He leans to your other ear, nipping at your earlobe lightly. “My wife?” You melt into him, and you can’t even make it to the bedroom before collapsing together, both of you burning with desire.

Two Weeks Until the Wedding

You give Eddie one more kiss before you separate for your respective parties. Eddie’s been coming up with a wedding-based D&D campaign for weeks in preparation and he’s bringing all of the guys to your apartment to play it while you go out with your friends to do some karaoke.

Robin honks her horn as she, Nancy, and Steve yell out the windows in excitement when you make it to the parking lot. You hop in with them, sitting in the back next to Nancy and she pulls out a flimsy little veil attached to a plastic tiara. “I saw this at the party store the other day, and I thought it would make a great addition to the night!” She laughs, handing it to you. You clip it to your hair, laughing at how ridiculous you must look.

“Do I look like a bride?” You ask, theatrically posing for her. She nods at you, fully satisfied with her purchase.

“For sure, Y/N. You look great!” She says, making you laugh more. The four of you jam out in the car as you go to pick up your cousin, the last addition to your bridal party.

When you make your way into the bar, Steve goes to order drinks as you and Robin pour over the karaoke list. You make your choice and take your slip of paper up to the DJ, Robin following shortly. When you return, Steve’s brough beers for everyone, and as Robin makes her way back to the table, you all pick up your drinks. “To Y/N! May she never forget that even though she’s settling down, there’s no excuse to miss out on getting wild every once in a while!” Steve toasts, and the five of you let out a whoop and take a drink.

“You gonna sing something, Steve?” You ask over the loud music. He shakes his head like he was just asked to hold a porcupine.

“Oh, come on! It’s my bachelorette!” You plead, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“No way, Y/N! I am here as an observer only! Trust me, you don’t want me getting up there anyway.” He promises. You just roll your eyes with a smile, but Robin comes up next to you.

“We’ll get him up there, we’ve just gotta get a few drinks into him first. He’s a sucker for the Beach Boys.” She says, and you both laugh.

Your name gets called after about 20 minutes of laughing and drinking with your friends, and you go up and grab the microphone, getting ready to have some real fun. The familiar chords blast over the speakers, and you start jamming out. It’s one of yours and Eddie’s favorite songs to jam to together.

It’s early morning, the sun comes out. Last night was shaking and pretty loud. My cat is purring, it scratches my skin. So what is wrong with another sin? The bitch is hungry, she need to tell. So give her inches and feed her well. More day to come, new places to go. I’ve got to leave it’s time for the show!

You jump and dance as the chorus comes, your friends cheering you on from the back of the bar.

Here I am! Rock you like a hurricane! Here I am! Rock you like a Hurricane!

By the time you finish the song, you’re breathless, laughing like a crazy person as you go back to your party.

“That was awesome!” Steve shouts. He’s on his second drink now, and you’re counting the minutes until he’s loose enough to get up to sing himself.

Robin’s up next, and she dedicates Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper to you. She’s terrible, but it doesn’t matter. Who’s really good at karaoke anyway? It’s just about the fun of it Nancy follows that with Walking on Sunshine and you’ve had a couple of people give you drinks in congratulations of your big day. Once you really start feeling the effects, you start handing them to your friends, needing to keep your head if you wanna be able to remember this in the morning. Robin declines, having the keys to the car. You promise her next time you go out together, you’ll be the DD.

By the time Steve’s gone through 4 or 5 drinks, he’s ready to sing. He gets up there and sings Kokomo by the Beach Boys. He’s right, he’s terrible, but it’s nice to see him let loose.

When you get home in the early hours of the morning, you’re stumbling up the steps, drunk and hungry. You knock on the door, hoping Eddie is awake to let you in. You know your keys are in your purse but it’s too dark and your eyes are too blurry to find them.

When Eddie opens the door, you give him a sloppy kiss, so happy to be home. “Heyyy baby!” You slur. He chuckles, pulling the plastic tiara out of your hair.

“Did you have a good time?” He asks. You nod into his chest. He smells so good. You take a deep breath, taking it in.

“Yeah, lo’s of nice people gave me drinks cause I’m gettin’ married.” You give a sleepy laugh. “I’m soooo excited to get married, Eddie!” As he ushers you inside, closing the door behind you.

“Me too, princess.” He whispers into your hair. You go to put your fingers in his hair but it’s not where it usually is. You forgot he cut it off. You look up at him, smiling.

“Yer so pretty with your new hair, baby.” You tell him. He’s just so pretty. So so so pretty.

“Well thank you. I like it too.” He says.

“Eddie?” You ask.

“Hmm?”

“Can I have a snack?” He laughs again, guiding you to the couch.

“Yeah, pretty, then we’ll get you to bed, okay?” He says, walking to the kitchen.

“Okie dokie.” You lean your head against the arm of the couch. “Eddie.” You call.

“Yes?” He responds, the amused tone evident even in your drunken state.

“I luh you!” You hear him chuckle as he opens the fridge.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The Day Before The Wedding

“The next time I’ve got my hands on you, you’re gonna be my wife.” Eddie mutters into your hair, his movements slow and deliberate as you moan beneath him.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna be my husband.” You still can’t believe it, even when it’s less than 24 hours away. This is your goodbye before you go to your parent’s house for the night. Can’t have the bride and groom see each other before the wedding!

Eddie leaves tantalizing nips down your neck, careful not to leave any marks before tomorrow. As he moves in and out of you, you scratch down his back in delight. “Shit, princess, you feel so good.” He moans, one of his hands squeezing at your hip. “I won’t be able to last much longer like this baby.” He strokes your g-spot on every thrust and he’s getting you closer as seconds go by. You don’t want it to be over too soon though. You want to savor every last moment you can before leaving.

“Mm, let me get on top, Eddie.” You whisper, and he groans at the thought.

“Fuck Y/N, I just said I won’t be able to last much longer. What are you trying to do to me?” He gives a little laugh, but you roll together, him still seated inside you, and you run your hands up his chest, up to his face.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know what I’m doing.” Eddie’s hands attach to your hips as you begin to ride him, moving at a pace just a bit faster than what he set before.

“God, fuck, are you sure? Cause it seems like you’re trying to fuck the cum out of me right now.” He lets his head roll back with a deep moan. It’s evil what you’re about to do, but God, is it fun. As you both chase your highs, you pay attention to the way he breathes, the way he feels inside of you. Just as you feel him reach the breaking point, you stop moving, whimpering as you deny yourself an orgasm as well.

Eddie realizes what you’re doing and laughs incredulously, his pupils blown with lust “You sneaky little minx,” He says, but he’s not complaining. You let out a giggle before moving again, grinding your hips into his, both of you letting wanton sounds fall from your mouths as you make love.

But again, when you feel yourself nearing the edge, you stop. Eddie groans this time, and you can’t help but smile. “What am I gonna do with you?” He’s smiling too, enjoying this little game you’re playing with him. You shrug innocently.

“Marry me?” You offer. He bites his lip at that, and he reaches up to play with your breasts. You let out a whine at the feeling of his fingers brushing over your nipples.

“Fuck yeah, I am.” He grunts, his hands sliding down your body to return to your hips. Suddenly, he fucks up into you, making you let out a harsh whine. “And I’m gonna have you any. Way. I. Want!” He punctuates each word with a thrust, making your eyes roll back. He pulls your body to his chest and rolls you both back over, wanting to finish what you started.

“And right now, I want to cum with you, pretty. Is that okay with you?” He growls into your ear. This isn’t a game anymore. This just you surrendering to him, no other option. You bite your lip.

“Fuck, yes please!” You cry. He starts snapping his hips into you hard and fast, one hand on the back of your head, holding your foreheads together, the other on the mattress holding you both up.

“Keep those pretty eyes open for me sweetheart.” He demands between kisses. “I want you looking at me when we cum.” The sounds that fall from your lips are downright sinful, and Eddie is sure he’s died and gone to heaven, thanking every deity he can think of that decided he deserves this. That he deserves you.

He whimpers as he nears his release, knowing you’re close too as your walls begin to tighten around him. “Fuck Y/N,” He whines. “Fucking cum with me, baby.” His eyes bore into yours as you spasm around him, and it’s too much, he has to screw his eyes shut as he releases into you. You’re both breathing heavily, coming down from your intense orgasms. When he slides out of you, he takes the condom he wears off and ties it up, wrapping it in a tissue and placing it on the nightstand to throw away in a few minutes.

“I guess you’ve gotta get ready to go now?” He pouts, pressing kisses to your chest as he lays in the crook of your arm. You look down at him and rub your cheek against the top of his head.

“Yeah, probably. It’s getting late. We need to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow!” You try to ease the sting of having to leave him.

“Alright, alright.” He concedes, pressing more, warm kisses to your electrified skin. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He reaches up and you card your fingers through his hair as you kiss him deeply. As you pull away, you give him a little smile.

“That’s right. I’ll be the one in blue.”

@stormseyes

[munsontm]

“It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

The words stung nearly as bad as the bat bites. Steve hadn't been the first of the group to voice a similar opinion to him, but it bit at him, all the same, to hear that they, Steve included, cared so much about his being there. It was hard to take in and accept the fact of it because of all the years he'd spent pushing people away, afraid that they would get too close and hurt him. But being around Dustin, Steve, and their gang of insane children had unlocked the parts of his heart hidden so deep that he assumed they'd never be seen again.

"Uhh, thanks, Har---Steve," he corrected himself quietly, bowed lips twitching into a tiny smile as he leaned on the broader man for support who'd kindly bullied his way into escorting his broken ass to the bathroom. And in truth, Eddie needed the help. It still felt like glass was being poured into his sides with every step, but it'd been worse the day before and then the day before that. Every day got a tiny bit easier.

Regret tainted his thoughts when he looked at Steve. Dustin had insisted on more than one occasion that Steve was a decent guy, and he point blank refused to believe it. But a guy that meant to make sure you took a piss when needed couldn't be all that bad. Eddie chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully as they arrived at the bathroom door in Hopper's cabin. He grabbed the door handle to ground himself and directed his gaze to Steve with a hint of nervousness swimming in his large eyes. "M'not sure if I came off as a dick to you. I guess it's a bit of a defence mechanism, ya know? And I know I said I was wrong about you already...but, uhh. I just wanted to say it again. You're a good one, Steve. Yeah." Clearing his throat, Eddie suddenly turned away, embarrassed, and pushed the bathroom door open, shuffling awkwardly inside. "I kinda got this part now," he looked out from beyond the door frame, shooing Steve away with his hand. "You don't gotta watch this disaster unfold."

@kingedsteve

[steddieas-shegoes]

Nother idea: CHRONIC PAIN STEVE?????? CHRONIC PAIN EDDIE????? MAYBE????? CHRONIC PAIN STEDDIE LEARNING HOW TO LIVE WITH THEIR SCARS AND PAIN???? THE PARTY HELPING BUT NOT BEING OVERBEARING OR BABYING THEM????

MY LOVE MY LOVE!!! I could write endlessly about chronic pain Steve and Eddie, but I cut myself off here before I got TOO far. I didn't include the whole party, but of course, their favorite child had to be involved. Without getting super carried away, I think Dustin ends up telling everyone about both of them suffering in silence and everyone starts doing small things to help. I was using this as a warm up before working on Chapter 9 of call me sunshine. Hope this works for you! - Mickala ❤️

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It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Staying with Steve while he had a migraine wasn’t new to him, though he’d always had Robin as backup.

But she was stuck on a family trip for two weeks and Steve didn’t like the kids seeing him like this, so he was alone.

And it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time Steve slept or just stayed in his quiet, dark bedroom.

He was only there to make sure he got water and meds regularly, food when he could sit up long enough to eat, and ensure he didn’t try to do too much.

He normally sat on the couch when he wasn’t busy playing nurse, but Steve had insisted he sit in bed with him.

He was missing Robin. That’s all.

It didn’t mean anything else.

Steve would let out little groans of pain in his sleep that had Eddie’s hands uselessly hovering over his body, trying to figure out what the hell could possibly help him.

Nothing really could, but he wanted to try anyway.

But as the hours wore on, Eddie’s back and sides started aching from the position he was sitting in. His legs were next, he knew, but he was afraid to move too much and wake Steve up.

His whole body hurt in ways he never imagined after the bats, ways the doctors couldn’t really help with.

The scars were itchy for months, but he would take that over the way they would just ache now.

Steve never complained about his, but Eddie knew he felt it too.

Owens said it was probably something to do with the venom, that they couldn’t ever get rid of all of it and it wouldn’t cause long term harm except for the pain.

But the pain was enough.

Dustin had noticed how he would sometimes have to walk around during campaigns now instead of sitting in his chair at the head of the table. He asked him after a session if he was okay, and Eddie broke down. He told him everything.

So Dustin bought him a new seat cushion to help support his back with his allowance. He always kept a Tylenol in his pocket in case Eddie didn’t have any. He would watch for any signs that Eddie needed to be in bed instead of upright and come up with a reason for everyone to leave.

He’d even call Wayne at work before he left Eddie’s side to let him know it was a bad day.

But somehow no one seemed to notice Steve was in the same boat except for him.

Sure, Robin knew about the migraines. She was there for some of the reasons he has them.

But she probably assumed everything else was fine.

That’s what Steve wanted people to think. That’s what Eddie wanted people to think, too.

Steve let out a long groan and started shifting a bit in the bed.

Eddie took this opportunity to adjust himself a bit, but he froze when Steve stopped moving and let out a sigh.

His face looked relaxed for the first time since Eddie got here.

Not great considering Eddie was halfway laying down, leaning on his elbow on the side with the worst of his scars.

Fuck.

He bit his lip and thought about it for a moment. He could move little by little and probably not disrupt Steve at all, his bed was big and they had enough space between them that small movements probably could be hidden.

So he let out a breath and scooted his body down slowly.

He watched Steve’s face the entire time.

But right when he was almost completely horizontal, and he felt a tiny amount of relief, Steve’s eyes blinked open.

He let out a pained whimper.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Go back to sleep.”

“Hurts.”

“I know. Just close your eyes. Need anything?”

Eddie used this opportunity to lay down, scooting closer to Steve.

He reached his hand out to move the hair off his face, eyebrows furrowing when he realized how sweaty Steve was.

“Are you hot?”

“No, just hurt.”

“I know, sweetheart. Does this help?” Eddie asked as he ran his hand through Steve’s hair.

“Mhm.”

So Eddie used his temporary relief from his own pain to help Steve find a little relief for his own.

But after a few minutes, Steve’s face pinched, and a loud whine left his mouth.

“Is it just your head?”

Steve shook his head once.

So Eddie was right, he felt the same pains all over his body, and it probably felt worse because of his migraine.

“The bites?”

“Mhm.”

“They hurt a lot?”

“Mhm.”

“Mine too, sweetheart.”

Eddie moved his hand down to Steve’s side, right over the bite that probably would have killed him if they’d been even 30 seconds later through the gate.

He knew hard pressure was too much, but sometimes a light pressure made the pain pause.

He pressed his whole hand against the spot he knew was covered in angry lines and redness, physical proof of their experience that would never go away.

Steve let out a moan, his head sinking further into the pillow and his face relaxing.

“There ya go. Take a few deep breaths.”

Steve did as he said, his whole body relaxed by the third inhale.

“Helps.”

“Mhm. I’ve had plenty of experience trying to find what works.”

“Yours hurts now?”

“A little. I’m okay.”

Steve slowly reached a hand out, blindly searching for an area of Eddie’s body that was covered in scars. It wasn’t hard; Most of Eddie’s body was covered in scars.

He found a particularly bad one on his stomach, near the worst one on his side, and pressed just firm enough to bring some relief.

Eddie couldn’t hold back the moan he let out.

“What a pair we make,” Eddie said softly.

“Mhm. Help each other.”

“Yeah, baby. We can help each other.”

“Baby?”

“Sorry. Steve.”

Steve’s hand lightly smacked him away from the scar.

“Baby. Sweetheart.”

“Oh. Okay.” Eddie moved his hand up and down Steve’s side gently, barely applying any pressure. “Need more meds?”

“Please.”

Eddie got up and grabbed the pain meds from the table, took two from the bottle, and helped Steve lean up enough to swallow them and a few sips of water.

Eddie couldn’t resist the kiss he placed on Steve’s head before he laid him back down in the bed.

“Gonna have Dustin bring us my cream that helps. That okay?”

“Dustin?”

“Yeah, he watches out for me a lot.”

“Good kid.”

“Yeah, you raised him right.”

Steve smacked his arm lightly, but a small smile was now on his face, like he knew Eddie was joking but was proud of himself for the work he put in anyway.

Eddie slowly made his way to the kitchen to call Dustin, wincing anytime he took a step too fast. The scars on his legs were yelling at him to stay still, but he had to do this for Steve.

“Dusty. I’m at Steve’s. Can you bring the lotion stuff that’s in my room? Green bottle, has some ridiculous medical name on it.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, dude. It’s for Steve.”

“But Steve has a migraine? This is for muscle pain.”

Eddie sighed.

“Steve’s got the same problem I do, man. Maybe not quite as bad, but it’s worse when he has a migraine already. He’s in bad shape.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Yeah. I’ll give you $5 for the arcade if you can bring it now.”

“Be there in 30 minutes. Keep the $5.”

Dustin hung up the phone and Eddie jumped when he heard shuffling behind him.

Steve was feeling along the wall, eyes almost entirely closed, letting out small huffs of breath as he tried to find Eddie.

“Stevie, what are you doing? You shouldn’t push yourself when you’re hurting like this.”

Steve curled against his chest, letting out a sigh when Eddie’s hands found his sides.

“Wanted you.”

“I was coming right back, goofball.”

“Wanted you now.”

Eddie let out a small laugh. Steve was always a little clingy when he had a migraine, so he never really took it as anything but him just wanting to be close to someone.

“Dustin’s gonna be here soon, okay?”

“He knows?”

“He does now. You’re not gonna keep making yourself suffer alone. Trust me, he won’t let you.”

“Yeah. Stubborn.”

“I know you are.”

Steve shook his head. “Dustin.”

“Gee, I wonder where he gets it from.”

“Not his mom.”

“Didn’t say you were. C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you back in bed.”

It took a lot of breaks and deep breaths, but they made it back upstairs and Eddie got Steve settled into the comfiest possible position in bed.

“You be good, I’m gonna wait for Dustin downstairs.”

“Be good.”

Eddie smirked. “Know you can, Stevie.”

Eddie kissed his forehead before slowly making his way back downstairs and cursing rich people for having two floors in their homes.

Dustin arrived within minutes. He knew better than to ask to stay, already seeing the pained look on Eddie’s face and knowing Steve’s was probably worse.

“Call me if you need anything else.”

“Thanks, Dusty. I’ll call.”

Luckily, he didn’t have to, though.

He put some of the lotion on his side and thighs, then made his way upstairs to apply it to Steve’s side and stomach.

Steve barely woke up as he did it, just mumbled a small thanks before he drifted off again.

Eddie fell asleep next to him, hand over Steve’s worst scar. Not to hide it, never to hide it, only to protect him.

[hearmeoutno]

Chapter 4: Dear Billy

Yea so Eddie is nowhere in this chapter so to relieve your depression of this episode, here's some Eddie and Mack being besties and just a short chapter full of Eddie figuring out he's likes Steve

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(Original dialogue)

"Seriously? A catchphrase?"

"It's now or never Ed, let me have my moment."

They're in position to flee and possibly attack, but no one came to the boat house. They were close once, but just left for some reason? Jocks really are stupid, huh?

After about half an hour they give up and enjoy a meal of canned ravioli together.

"So we're just gonna ignore the little moments between you and mister I Spend Hours On My Hair there?"

Eddie, almost choking, quickly shakes his head trying to be in denial of his feelings.

"What moment? There wasn't a moment? Why would there be a moment?"

Mack let's out a laugh at Eddie being oblivious. He sooo had feelings for Steve!

"Doctor Love isn't my favourite KISS song for nothing Eds. Tell me about it, I can help!"

"You? Help me with the feelings I have for Steve according to you? God you should be a comedian!"

Mack rolls her eyes, wondering if she should tell Eddie about what she saw. I mean, they're already getting hunted down, why keep secrets?

"Steve was kind of staring at you for the whole time he was here. He never laughed at my genius jokes, he just stared at you and blushed when you looked at him! I swear to God do you need some glasses because I would personally craft them for you!"

"Oh shut up, you're talking out your ass."

Running a hand over her face, she gives up on trying to convince him. Guess he'll have to deal with it alone.

"It's your loss dude, just wait and see how much he cares for you."

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(More original dialogue Eddie is just nowhere in this episode I'm sorry)

Mack is being Mack, just practicing stabbing some jock and catching a phrase.

"Eat shit and live, Jason!"

"What kind of catchphrase is that?"

Mack hold a hand to her chest in hurt, how DARE he not get te reference.

"Sleepaway camp? Eddie you are a disappointment to the horror community. Judy was so hot in that movie, definitely deserved her death tho."

"What the fu- she was killed by having a curling iron stuck up her vagina, how did she deserve that!"

"She was a bitch, I mean who calls a girl a 'carpenters dream'? Any who, I need to get back to catchphrase thinking, you go have your little gay crisis about Steve, I won't bother you."

Eddie sits back against a wall, actually taking up Mack's offer of having the crisis thing. It's obvious to anyone who has eyes and a tiny bit of street knowledge to know he was gay, but to be in love with Steve? King of Hawkins? Sure, Steve is a great looking guy, great being an understatement, but he wouldn't like Eddie. Freak Eddie.

"Maybe you're right Mack"

"What that you're a disappointment to the horror community?"

"About the Steve thing Mack! I like Steve, there I said it! Happy now"

Mack throws away the knife and goes to sit next to Eddie, putting her hand on his shoulder for comfort.

"Look Ed, al joking aside, which is a real struggle for my to do, I really am happy. You need something to hold onto right now, and Steve definitely wants to hold onto you. It's obvious he likes you, you just needs to... shoot your shot, he definitely won't."

Eddie looks up at Mack, a slight hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Why wouldn't he? Is he afraid of me or something?"

"He's afraid of his feelings for you I think, maybe he doesn't even know what his sexuality is. And like, he seems like a guy with the least confidence ever. But look at you Ed! Never before has anyone given a dramatic monologue on top of a table on a high school canteen, and yet you did it. You got this man. Show them Eddie the Freak is just a soft good old fashioned lover boy."

Eddie chuckles softly at the Queen reference and thinks about the serious part of what she just said. Maybe he should ask Steve out! And with that newfound confidence, he does have something to look forward too now.

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