#steve gives eddie the hug he needed that's it that's the fic

[steveseddie]

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steddie | rated: t | wc: 2,3 k | tags: vol. 2 missing scene, pre-relationship, eddie munson needs a hug, hurt/comfort

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Steve starts doing headcounts. 

After what happened with Max at the cemetery, Steve starts going over a list of names in his head, checking off each of his friends once he makes sure they haven’t been taken by Vecna- like ticking off boxes on a very fucked up grocery list.

He starts with Max every time. By now she has probably noticed the way his eyes constantly dart to her or the way he visibly relaxes when he notices the headphones still hanging from her neck, but at least she hasn’t said anything about it. 

Next is Nancy- the sight of her eyes rolled back into her head still too vivid in Steve’s mind. Then is Robin, Henderson, the Sinclairs-

After Skull Rock, Steve adds Eddie’s name to the list. He doesn’t know if they can be considered friends yet but he is part of their group now and Steve isn’t letting anyone else from his group almost die again at the hands of Vecna.

It’s only been a few minutes since Steve last did one of his headcounts- sitting outside the RV making homemade bombs.

But as the battle draws closer, Steve grows more and more anxious about losing one of his friends so after toasting to killing Vecna slash Henry slash One, Steve’s eyes roam the field where they’re preparing for battle while going over the list in his head.

Max and Nancy sawing off shotguns. Check. 

Robin pouring gasoline into a bottle. Check. 

The Sinclairs building spears. Check. 

Eddie and Dustin building shields- and sparring? Check. 

Steve breathes a little easier after that. 

His eyes linger on the last pair. He can’t hear what Eddie is telling Dustin but he can see the way they’re both smiling. 

That is until Dustin turns his attention back to his shield and Eddie’s face crumbles, his smile disappearing completely as his expression turns anxious and terrified. Steve watches as he takes a few shuddering breaths, his hands flexing at his sides. Even from a distance, Steve can tell they’re shaking. 

Steve sighs. He knows how hard it is- being hurled into this interdimensional monster fighting bullshit. This is Steve’s fourth time dealing with it and he can’t say that it gets any easier. And for his first time, Eddie already had it worse than any of them. He’s been alone for most of it and he also has people coming after him on top of everything. 

This whole time Steve has been waiting for him to snap, for him to say fuck it and run off, for him to start screaming or crying but he hasn’t done any of that. He’s still here- scared shitless but here, trying to put on a brave face. And Steve knows all about that so he can see right through Eddie’s act. What he doesn’t know is what to do about it. If this was one of the kids or Robin or even Nancy, Steve would know but he hardly knows Eddie and he doesn’t know what he needs. 

He looks like he needs a hug. Steve saw Eddie’s face when Henderson hugged him at Skull Rock, the relief written all over it. When the kid pulled back, Steve felt the urge to walk up to Eddie and hug him next, even if the only contact they’d had at that point was when Eddie pinned against the wall with a broken bottle to his neck.

Steve wanted to hug him again in the Upside Down- every time Eddie flinched or curled in on himself when Demobats screeched in the distance or lightning painted the sky red, but Steve was half-naked, covered in blood and goo and he didn’t think Eddie would appreciate any of that. 

He wanted to hug Eddie at Max’s house- trap his hands between their chests so he would stop running his fingers through his hair, scrubbing his hands down his face, aggressively wringing his fingers together so hard his knuckles cracked, but Eddie might’ve punched him for doing it in front of everyone when he’s supposed to be cool and metal.

He doesn’t look cool or metal right now. He looks on the verge of tears and Steve is shaking with how badly he wants to walk over there and hug him, tell him that everything will be okay but Steve has a job to do. 

They all do. 

Eddie seems to realize it at the same time. After one last shaky breath, he goes back to his shield, leaving Steve with no choice but to turn back to Robin and focus on his own task. 

***

It’s not until they’re getting ready to leave that Steve does another headcount. 

Max and Erica are inside the Winnebago, loading it up with weapons and supplies.

Nancy and Robin are going over the stages of their plan to make sure they thought of everything.

Sinclair and Henderson are trying the walkies, checking the batteries and making sure they’re on the right channel.

Eddie is-

Steve frowns, his eyes roaming the field one, two, three times but he still doesn’t see Eddie anywhere. 

Panic starts bubbling up inside him at the thought of anything happening to Eddie. 

Don’t go there, Steve tells himself. Maybe Eddie needed to take a piss and went to find a tree somewhere. Maybe he just needed a minute away from everyone.

Or maybe Vecna got to him. Maybe it’s already too late and Eddie is the fourth victim and all they did was for nothing.

He tries to remain calm as he looks for Eddie but his heart is beating frantically. He checks inside the RV first and when he realizes he isn’t there, he goes around it, planning to go into the woods next if he doesn’t find him there either. 

But he does- he finds him crouching on the ground with his back against the RV, his face buried in his hands, framed by a curtain of hair.

“Eddie?” Steve asks warily, still unsure if Eddie might be trapped by Vecna.

But then Eddie jumps, whipping his head up and staring at Steve with wide, scared eyes. “Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington!” 

He holds his hands up in front of him. “Shit, sorry, I thought-”

“That Vecna got me?” Eddie scoffs. He taps his knuckles against his temple. “Nope, just me up here.” His hands fall to the space between his legs. They’re shaking. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, shoving his own hands in his pockets when he feels the urge to grab Eddie’s and hold them until they’re not shaking anymore. 

Eddie breathes out a humorless laugh. “Dude, I’m so fucking far from okay.”

Steve grimaces, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Right, of course, that was stupid.” 

Scrubbing a hand down his face, Eddie shakes his head. “No, not stupid, sorry. I’m just on edge, man. This whole monster fighting thing.” He waves his hand vaguely. “It ain’t for me.”

“I thought that’s what you did in that dorky game of yours,” Steve says, hoping to distract Eddie with a joke. 

Eddie snorts. “It’s really fucking different when you can actually, you know- die.”

“You’re not gonna die, Munson,” Steve says with a frown.

Eddie shakes his head repeatedly. “Oh, I have a baaad feeling, Stevie, a feeling that I ain’t gonna make it out-”

“Fuck that, man,” Steve hisses. The thought of something happening to Eddie or any of his friends making anger bubble up inside him. “You can’t think like that. We got this, okay?”

Eddie sighs, lifting his gaze to meet Steve’s eyes. “How do you do it, man?”

“Do what?”

“How are you so,” he gestures at Steve, “calm about this shit.”

“It’s not my first time,” Steve shrugs. “My first time I was scared shitless, but I made it out okay and you will too,” he says as confidently as he can, but Eddie doesn’t seem convinced. He’s no longer looking at Steve but down at his hands as he nervously wrings his fingers together, his leg bouncing rapidly. His hair falls like a curtain around his face but Steve can still see the tears gathering in his eyes. 

Eddie looks like he’s falling apart at the seams, and once again Steve wants to hug him. Only this time they’re alone, they’re not covered in blood or Upside Down goo and they’ve come a long way from Eddie trying to slash his neck open with a bottle so Steve thinks fuck it and takes a step forward. 

“Come here.”

Eddie’s head snaps up. He frowns. “What?”

“Get up,” Steve says. Still frowning, Eddie pushes himself to his feet. “Now come here.”

“Where?”

“Here.” Steve holds his arms open and Eddie’s eyebrows disappear behind his bangs. “I’m giving you a hug.”

“You’re- what?”

Steve shuffles his feet. He feels stupid, standing there with his arms open while Eddie stares at him like he grew a second head. The back of his neck feels like it’s burning, the heat slowly spreading to his face. “You- you just look like you could use a hug.”

Eddie breathes out a startled laugh. “Holy shit, this is by far the strangest thing to have happened to me ever, and considering the days I just had, that’s saying something.”

“Munson,” Steve mutters but Eddie ignores him. 

“Steve Harrington wants to give me a hug?” Eddie gasps, clutching his chest. 

Steve huffs. “Yeah, and it’s a limited-time offer so are you gonna come here or are you gonna be a dick about it?”

“Well, if His Majesty insists,” Eddie jokes with a hand flourish but his tone lacks any lightheartedness. He’s nervous, fidgety. Despite his words, he hesitates, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other. 

So Steve takes matters into his own hands. Literally. He closes the distance between them with two long strides, grabs Eddie’s shoulders and pulls him in.

Eddie goes stiff, and for a moment, Steve worries that he’ll pull back but then he lets out a soft noise and melts into Steve, shaky hands coming up to grab his waist. 

“You’re going to live, Eddie,” Steve whispers, one of his hands moving to cup the back of Eddie’s neck. He shudders in his arms. “We’re going to win and we’re all going to live, okay?”

Eddie tucks his face into his neck. It’s Steve who shudders this time. “If you say so, Stevie.”

Steve makes a stubborn noise. “I do,” he says, squeezing Eddie a little tighter. He ignores the whine Eddie lets out or how it makes something hot burn in his belly. He focuses on Eddie’s arms wrapping around his waist instead- like he fears Steve might pull away. 

He doesn’t.

“You just have to trust me, okay?” Steve says, absently playing with the hair on the back of Eddie’s neck, feeling him go limp in his arms. Pride surges through Steve at being right. Eddie clearly needed a hug. 

“Okay,” Eddie whispers, sounding a little more confident. 

Neither of them let go. They stay like that for a while, just holding each other, Steve’s fingers still moving in Eddie’s hair. 

“Steve?” Eddie says, breaking the silence after a few minutes. 

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what? You’re a good hugger, dude, I’m enjoying myself,” Steve teases but the truth is that he means it. He likes hugging Eddie, he wishes he didn’t wait this long to do it or that he didn’t need to let go of him soon, before their friends come looking for them. He knows what Robin will say if she finds them like this- she has yet to shut up about Eddie calling Steve big boy and how Steve momentarily forgot how to function because of it.

He forgets how to function now when Eddie giggles, his breath tickling Steve’s neck. “You keep surprising me, Harrington.”

“Get used to it, Munson,” he says as he finally, regrettably, pulls back. He keeps his hands on Eddie’s shoulders. “’Cause you’re stuck with me, man.”

Eddie blinks. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, squeezing his shoulders. He gets an idea. “After we’re done, I’m taking you out for a drink. I think we’ll both need one.”

A smile plays at the corners of Eddie’s mouth. He seems infinitely more relaxed now than he did when Steve found him. “What- like a date?” He asks, clearly trying to make a joke even if his eyes dart a little nervously over Steve’s face.

Already missing the way Eddie’s arms felt around his waist or how his fingers felt in Eddie’s hair, Steve stops himself from brushing it off as a joke. He can’t, not when the idea of going on a date with Eddie makes his stomach fill with butterflies. With a smirk, he shrugs. “Guess you’re just gonna have to live long enough to find out?”

A nearly hysterical laugh bursts out of Eddie but his eyes sparkle like the idea of going out on a date with Steve doesn’t make him want to run off into the woods. “Guess so, big boy,” he says, making Steve’s cheeks heat up. “Let’s go make that Vecna fucker pay then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees with a big grin. “Let’s kill that son of a bitch.”

And with that, they head back to their friends. Eddie isn’t okay, he probably won’t be until this is over but now there’s a spring in his step and his hands aren’t shaking anymore.

And when his eyes meet Steve’s on the rearview mirror as he drives them to the Creel house, Eddie gives him a big dimpled smile- the first one to reach his eyes since they found him in that boat house. 

Steve is happy to have hugged him. He can’t wait to do it again- because he needs it, because they made it or just because this time. And then hopefully many times after that. 

[steddiealltheway]

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Wednesday afternoons are Steve’s favorite afternoon out of the whole week.

There’s something about pushing a squeaky cart around the local grocery store and making small talk with the Wednesday regulars - a gossipy book club of moms who do their shopping at the same time so they have more time to complain about their husbands - that really fills Steve heart. (Or maybe it’s just the slight bitchy side of him that loves to rag on Elizabeth’s husband Tom who really needs to get his head out of his ass and appreciate the beauty in front of him, and of course he can’t forget Charles, Lisa’s dick of a husband who apparently doesn’t know what a date night is, oh! And Margaret’s husband Al… and really, he could go on about these husbands for hours without getting tired of it)

Really, he loves the routine of it all. And the way the women dote on him for being so kind to his girlfriend back home - which he constantly reminds them is not his girlfriend. But he sometimes wishes the groceries in his cart and the scribbled list in his hand was for someone he could go back home to greet with a kiss. (After giving Robin a hug of course, because in any fantasy, some of those things on that list and in the cart are always going to be for Robin).

But really, it would be nice to have someone to brag about to the group. Maybe bring up their spirits that love is not lost and-

Steve stops in his tracks, all thoughts gone from his head as he does a double take at the magazine rack near the checkout. And yeah, he knows that Corroded Coffin is popular. Hell, he’s seen Eddie’s face on the same rack at least five times before. But never like this.

The picture on the front page is taken at a lower angle, with Eddie clad in leather pants and a tight mesh black shirt that might be a crop top, but Steve can’t tell with the way Eddie’s guitar is covering his midriff, hands flying over the frets, showing off silver rings glimmering under the stage lights including the one that Steve helped Dustin pick out for him as a celebratory gift. But as Steve’s eyes trace over Eddie’s bare arms and the stark black tattoos, he’s led to wild curls perfectly framing Eddie’s face which stares down at the cords, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape and eyebrows knitted together in concentration in a way that makes Steve feel weak in the knees.

And Steve’s suddenly hit with the question: Why didn’t anyone tell him that Eddie was hot???

He snatches the magazine off the rack before he can even really think about it, and tries not to think of what the moms will say about him when he leaves.

Maybe they’ll stop assuming he has a girlfriend at home at least.

During his drive home, he can’t help but think about the magazine laying between the loaf of bread and carton of ice cream that were packed together by the newest bag boy - which the ladies have a lot to say about, but Steve can’t think of anything besides that damn picture.

Once he’s back at the apartment, he puts the groceries away at an alarmingly fast rate, before making his way to the couch and laying back with the magazine in his hands.

It’s nice to see Eddie on the front cover of a magazine without it being attached to some weird scandal that Eddie had nothing to do with. Usually it’s an ill timed photo because he always happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But this time…

Steve let’s out a deep breath and flips through the magazine, hoping that there’s some type of interview with more pictures that he can secretly stare at and panic about later.

There’s a bunch of boring looking articles and ads until he spots a page with bright red lettering and a number of pictures. Steve can’t help but wet his lips when he opens the page to find a picture of Eddie smiling at something off camera, looking totally different from the front cover. He just looks like… Eddie.

Yet, Steve finds his heart racing even harder at this picture, missing those dimples and that glimmer of mischief in Eddie’s eyes that’s usually directed at him. And Steve suddenly wonders what or who Eddie's looking at, feeling a bloom of jealousy in his chest.

He glances away from the picture and scans the page for another one. He smiles when he sees Eddie with the rest of his band mates, leaning heavily on Jeff while pulling his signature expression, nearly elbowing Jeff in the ribs to do his devil horns.

Steve laughs at Jeff’s face scowling down at him while Gareth and Frank cackle beside them. He wonders when they’ll be back in town.

Wait.

Steve dog ears the page before running up to his calendar where Robin had written “Dustin’s favorite day ever” on the upcoming Friday.

“Oh no,” Steve mutters to himself. That’s way too damn soon for Eddie to come home after Steve’s realization. He needs to give him at least two weeks to panic and process.

Okay, if Eddie was there with him, the panicking and processing would probably happen in two hours- no, minutes- maybe even seconds. But giving Steve two days is not the right amount of time. That’s just enough time for Steve to really start and settle into the panic. But hey, maybe he can dedicate the next twenty-four hours to panicking and the twenty-four hours after that to processing. Right?

Absolutely. He can do this.

-:-:-:-:-:-

"Robin, I can't do this."

Robin rolls her eyes at him. "I can't believe one picture wrecked you."

"It's not my fault! It's the damn photographer and whoever put that picture on the front cover," Steve complains, running a hand through his hair. "They're the ones who made me think of him like that."

"Uh huh."

Steve glances over at Robin who looks completely engrossed in painting her nails a deep purple color that looks black from where Steve is standing. He glances at himself in the mirror, nervously styling his hair before picking up the magazine from where it has made a permanent home on the coffee table. He flops down on the couch next to Robin who yelps and groans, "You made me smudge my nail polish!"

"We have more important things to worry about than the state of your nail polish."

Robin carefully cleans around the edge of her nail, stained with the dark color before turning to Steve. "Yes, the sudden realization that Eddie is hot is very important to me."

"You know what I mean," Steve sighs, leaning back against the couch as he opens the magazine to his favorite picture of Eddie in this edition. He looks at it for a moment, immediately closing it when he realizes he's smiling.

Robin blows on her nails and frowns before glancing back at Steve. "Okay. He's going to be here in less than an hour. How can I help you? Although, I really don't think you'll need my help at all."

"What do you mean?" Steve asks, a pinch forming between his brows.

Robin gives him a look. "You're going to act weird around him. He's going to eventually pick up on it. And then you're going to confess all these feelings you're having and then..." Robin has a sudden look of realization and immediate disappointment. "Then, I'm going to have to find somewhere else to stay tonight since you told Eddie he could stay here on the couch, which is not going to happen after your little confession."

"He's going to leave?" Steve asks quickly in confusion and slight panic.

Robin huffs, "No, he's going to be staying in your bed. And I really do not want to hear that."

Steve frowns. "You don't even know if he thinks I'm hot."

A look passes over Robin's face, first humor, then a bit of confusion, disbelief, and, once again, disappointment. "Steve," she asks, grabbing his hand, eyes staring hard into his. "This whole time you've had the magazine, you never read the interview?" Robin asks as if it's the most important question she's ever asked him.

"Why would I read it?" Steve asks with a shake of his head. When Robin's jaw drops, he gets the sudden message that he is definitely missing something. He snatches up the magazine and flips it open, somehow not getting to the interview right away although he was sure that he opened it to that page so much that it permanently creased the spine.

Just as he gets to it. There's a loud, persistent knock on the door.

Steve's and Robin's eyes meet in a panic. "Hide the magazine," Robin all but hisses as she makes it to the door raising her voice to say, "We have neighbors! Keep it down, dingus!"

Steve looks around, wondering if he can shove the magazine under the couch, but he knows Eddie would somehow see it in his antics. When he spots the stack of magazines on their side table, he rushes to put the magazine right in the middle of them. Hiding in plain sight. Perfect.

He stands up as soon as the door swings open, trying not to look guilty and failing miserably, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he realizes it's only Dustin. "Henderson," he says with a goofy smile launching into their handshake and ending it with a quick laugh, knocking off Dustin's hat to ruffle his hair.

When Dustin starts complaining about his hat being on the floor, Steve bends down to pick it up, only for a pale, ring-clad hand to grab onto it at the same time Steve does.

Steve glances up and locks eyes with Eddie. His heart starts to pound at an alarming rate as he takes in the familiar deep brown irises, moving on to take in the slight blush on Eddie's cheeks alongside a wide smile. "Steeeve Harrington," Eddie drawls out, the way he does when he hasn't seen him in a while.

"Munson," Steve says with a nod, a wide smile tugging at his lips that he tries to push down, as he always does when it comes to Eddie as if pretending not to care. The same way he does when he's trying to get someone to like him...

Oh.

Shit, he doesn't just think he's hot. He likes him. Hell, he's liked him for a long time even. And now he has even less time to panic about that.

Steve glances up, finding that Eddie has stood up, hat still between their hands as he stares down confusedly at Steve. He offers a hand, and Steve takes it, easily being pulled up into his space. He lingers close to Eddie, eyes dipping down to his lips, realizing how much he wants- needs this.

He glances up at Eddie, finding his pupils blown wide and his brow furrowed. And Steve finally feels that electricity that he's been searching months- no, years for.

"Am I getting my hat back?" Dustin asks, clearly annoyed.

Steve and Eddie both shove the hat over at the same time, eyes reluctantly leaving each other, only for Steve to see Robin giving him an unimpressed look. He can practically see her trying to figure out who she's going to call to spend the night with.

Steve glances back at Eddie and rushes out, "It's- uh, good to see you again."

Eddie grabs a strand of hair and pulls it in front of his face, kicking nothing as he says, "You miss me, Steve?"

Steve shakes his head automatically, "No." He turns to Dustin and asks him when the others are getting there, but his question is answered when the door opens behind them again.

"Do you guys knock?" Robin asks, stealing the words out of Steve's mouth.

"Do you guys lock your door?" Mike snarks back.

Steve sighs and moves to Robin's side, watching as the kids all greet Eddie excitedly. "Why don't they greet us like that?" Steve quietly bitches.

"Because we're not famous and gone all the time," Robin answers with a frown. "By the way, tonight is going totally as I planned."

Steve rolls his eyes. "No, it is not. I have been acting completely normally around him."

"Yeah, because you two have the tendency to eye fuck each other for an uncomfortable amount of time." Robin pauses and considers what she said. "Actually, I take that back. You two are acting completely normal."

"Since when do we-"

"Hey," Eddie says, successfully cutting Steve off, "When the pizzas get here, I'm paying."

Robin nudges Steve in the side after a few seconds pass, and Steve can't help but stare at the man instead of processing anything he said. "Hmm?"

"I'm paying for the pizza you all ordered," Eddie says, brows still furrowed. "Are you okay?"

Steve nods and crosses his arms. "Yes, it's just that we didn't order any pizza."

"But Dustin said..." Eddie trails off and glances at the kids. "Those little shits."

"Someone needs to give them a stern talking to."

Eddie raises his brows. "Are you shirking your co-parenting duties while I'm away?"

Steve huffs out a laugh. "Don't worry, I'm keeping your sheep in line."

Eddie offers him a big smile and leans in to say, "Sorry, I can't be here often, sweetheart."

Steve shoves him away with a roll of his eyes, ignoring the way his heart flutters at the nickname. "Go do your part and entertain them."

"And pay for the food!" Eddie reminds him yet again, walking toward the group, eyes not leaving Steve.

"My hero," Steve says, taking a page from Eddie's book of dramatics by crossing his hands over his heart and fluttering his lashes.

Eddie stops in his tracks, looking over him before shaking his head and going to the table where everyone is setting up.

"That was painful to witness," Robin says, scaring the shit out of Steve. She crosses her arms. "Did you really forget I was here?" When Steve doesn't respond, she walks away, muttering, "Unbelievable."

Steve runs a hand through his hair, willing his heart to slow down before he has to sit through this long-ass campaign - that he secretly really enjoys, but no one except Robin will ever know.

-:-:-:-:-:-

A few hours later, Steve finds himself giving the kids hugs as they rush out his door, nearly missing their curfew. When they make their way to Eddie, he whispers to Robin, "See, the night didn't go as planned at all."

Robin raises her eyebrows at him and whispers back, "Yeah, you're not going to act weird at all when you two are alone."

Steve gives her a panicked look. "What do you mean- you're not leaving are you?"

Robin throws her hands up in a shrug as she backs up into her room, leaving the door open as she very obviously packs an overnight bag. Steve wonders if there is any way to stop her without alerting Eddie.

"What's Buckley doing?" Eddie asks, startling Steve. Eddie reaches out and lays a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay? You've been on edge all night."

Steve nods automatically. "Yeah, I'm fine." And yeah, he is fine. And he has not been on edge at all because that would mean that Robin is right.

Speak of the devil... "I'm heading out tonight! You two have fun," Robin says with a salute. "I'll see you tomorrow." Before Steve or Eddie can stop her, she's already out the door, leaving them entirely alone. Steve doesn't even remember when the kids all left.

"I'm guessing you know what that's about," Eddie says, eyebrows disappearing under his bangs as he stares at the door.

"No idea," Steve replies, making his way back to the dining area to clean up the remaining mess the teens made, and really he was going to have to give them another lecture about cleaning up after themselves.

"Steve," Eddie says softly.

Steve hums in response but doesn't dare to look his way as he stacks up various empty plastic cups.

"Steve," Eddie tries again.

And Steve knows that tone. Knows that if he fully engages, Eddie will want to have a serious conversation which is not something they often do. So he just keeps cleaning until there's nothing left to do except brush imaginary crumbs off the table.

"Steve," Eddie says, voice impossibly close to him.

Steve takes a deep breath and turns to him, heart skipping a beat when he finds Eddie hovering in his space.

"What's going on?" Eddie asks gently.

Steve shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. "Nothing." He quickly moves away from Eddie, grabbing a napkin off one of the kitchen counters and tossing it into the trash on his way to the living room.

"Why are you acting weird?"

"I'm not," Steve says, resting his hands on his hips in the same way he does when the kids start to annoy him.

Eddie raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms, staring but not saying anything.

Steve stares back, jutting his hip out in a show of how adamant he is about his answer.

After a few tense seconds pass by, Eddie slowly walks closer to him, and Steve fights for his eyes to not flicker down to his lips. When Eddie is within arms reach, he leans forward. "Steve, what is wrong?"

Steve shrugs nonchalantly, but his eyes betray him and flicker to the stack of magazines beside the couch. He tries to keep his features carefully blank, but he sees the moment Eddie realizes there is something significant about that glance.

Before Steve can stop him, Eddie is diving down to the magazines, snatching up the whole stack in his arms. Steve moves forward to grab them, only to realize his error when Eddie scoots back and smiles wildly. "This is it, isn't it? What, did you hide a filthy magazine inside here or something?"

"Eddie..." Steve warns, standing above him, hands still on his hips.

Eddie smiles before turning his eyes to the stack and leafing through them. Steve moves down quickly, knocking the magazines out of his hands as he practically straddles Eddie. He stares down at him, eyes wide, about to move back when he notices Eddie's eyes resting on his stomach.

Steve glances down between them only to see the image of Eddie on the front cover staring back at him.

"Shit, I didn't know they released that yet," Eddie says, laying fully back, hands dragging over his face. He lets them rest there before spreading his fingers to ask, "You read the interview, didn't you?"

"No," Steve says honestly.

Eddie frowns and props himself up on his elbows. "When did you get this?"

"Wednesday." And curse his damn mouth for rambling without his permission.

"You got this two days ago but haven't read the interview?" Eddie's expression shifts from fearful to cocky. "Steve Harrington, did you buy this just to stare at me?"

"No," Steve says, crossing his arms.

Eddie sits up fully, and Steve becomes very aware of the way he's still sitting on top of Eddie's thighs. "Did you get all flustered about this?" Eddie asks, holding up the magazine teasingly.

Steve's eyes flicker to the front cover again, and his lips suddenly feel very dry. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. He glances back at Eddie and shrugs. "You look fine."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a bad liar?"

"Has anyone ever told you you need to get your ego in check?"

Eddie smirks at him. "Why would I need to do that when I know Steeeeve Harrington bought the magazine with my face on it?"

"Stop saying my name like that," Steve says, leaning forward trying to be menacing, but only satisfying Eddie by getting closer to him.

"Why? Steeev-" Eddie's cut off when Steve suddenly moves forward and kisses him, hands flying up into his curls to pull him closer.

Steve stills before pulling back, searching Eddie's eyes.

"You...?" Eddie asks before raking a hand through his hair. "You actually bought it to stare at me?"

Steve rolls his eyes. "You already knew that since I'm 'such a bad liar,'" Steve says adding air quotes.

"I was hoping you were. Christ, Steve, this?" Eddie asks, holding up the magazine.

Steve runs a hand through his hair. "You look hot!"

"Christ," Eddie says again, this time dropping the magazine to pull Steve into another kiss. He breaks it to mumble, "I can't believe you haven't read the damn interview." His hands run through Steve's hair messing up the strands before he pulls back suddenly. "Wait."

"Yeah?" Steve asks as Eddie's eyes practically glaze over in panic.

Eddie's chest heaves for a second before he says, "Fuck, you bought it because you thought I'm hot not because... fuck." He looks away from Steve and stares down at the magazine as if it personally offended him.

"Huh?" Steve asks, knees starting to ache on the hardwood floor. He climbs off of Eddie with a groan, but Eddie must take it wrong because he almost immediately stands up.

"Sorry, it's stupid," Eddie says with a humorless laugh. "Hey, do you think Buckley will be upset if I take her bed for the night? It's been a long day, and I'm about ready to clonk out."

Steve can feel his face morph into an expression of bewilderment. "Eddie, what?"

Eddie shakes his head. "Yeah, you're right. Dumb idea. Robin would kill me. I'll take the couch like usual."

Steve carefully stands and steps into Eddie's space, but Eddie sidesteps him easily. He watches as he flops down on the couch, refusing to look at him.

Steve's eyes settle back on the magazine, reaching down to grab it to find whatever the hell is in that interview.

"Steve, please don't."

Steve ignores Eddie the same way he ignored him, opening the magazine to the same page his eyes have landed on several times before. His eyes settle on the image of Eddie before moving to the words, skimming before he finds his own name staring back at him. He backtracks, looking at the question and answer.

Do you guys have any sources of inspiration?

Jeff: Oh, Eddie sure does.

Frank: He has what you might call a muse back at home.

Eddie: Please shut up.

Gareth: A beautiful muse with the most beautiful hair you've ever seen.

Eddie: Please stop talking about Stevie.

Jeff: He's just shy when it comes to his little crush.

Eddie: Next question, please.

Steve glances up at Eddie who sits red-faced on the couch. He clears his throat. "They told me they would cut it out entirely, but then they reached out later saying it was too good not to publish, but they did me the favor of changing your name to something more feminine so they didn't out me. Still fucked though. I'm sorry you got pulled into this mess."

Steve looks back at the magazine and then at Eddie. "Is it true?"

Eddie groans and lays back on the couch dramatically. "Please don't make me answer that. I've gotten enough shit from the guys, and I know you don't feel that way about me. It's okay that you only find me hot, I'll take what I can."

It hits Steve all at once what Eddie's sudden dramatics are about. "Oh my god. Eddie, I like you, too!"

Eddie's head pops up. "What?"

Steve turns the magazine to him and points at the picture of Eddie laughing. "This is what I've been so flustered and weird about. Yes, the front cover made me realize that, hey, I find you really attractive. But I've been staring at this picture for way longer, and I didn't know why until you got here tonight. And it hit me that I like you. I think I have for a long time, but I just didn't connect the dots before."

"You like me?" Eddie echos, dumbfounded.

Steve laughs. "Yes, I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't have feelings for you."

"That's a fucking relief," Eddie says, scrambling off the couch and racing to pull Steve into another kiss.

Steve smiles into the kiss, pulling Eddie as close to him as possible as Eddie attempts to do the same.

"I'm going to give that photographer the biggest tip ever," Eddie says breaking the kiss for a moment only to kiss him again.

Steve smiles so wide that he can barely kiss Eddie back. When they break away, Steve says, "I'm going to have to buy another."

"Why?"

"I have to get the front picture and the interview framed," Steve says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Of course," Eddie says with a laugh before wrapping his arms around Steve and pulling him in close. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too," Steve replies.

They hold each other for a while, not willing to break the moment until a sudden thought has Steve groaning.

"What?" Eddie asks, pulling back to look at him.

"Robin was right."

Eddie smiles. "When is she not?"

"Never," Steve answers simply.

They stand in each other's arms just happy to be so close, taking each other in as if it's for the first time. Steve wonders what to tell the Wednesday regulars and how they'd respond if he introduced Eddie to them. He thinks back to Lisa's comments about how the group should just date each other and how Sarah had responded with a little too much enthusiasm, and Steve thinks things will be just fine.

"What are you thinking about?"

Steve shakes his head with a smile. "What are you doing this Wednesday?" he asks, making a mental note to add two frames, another magazine, and Robin's favorite ice cream to the list.

"Anything you want," Eddie replies easily.

And with that, Steve finds himself looking forward to his Wednesday afternoon even more than usual.

[ashwhowrites]

Could you possibly do a part 2 of the pick me, choose me, love me fic that you did for Eddie x reader

I had a few people wanting a part 2 so I hope this will be a great ending for everyone!

Pick me, choose me, love me part 2

Y/N yawned as she opened her eyes. She was confused at first but then remembered where she was and why. She felt her stomach sink as she thought about Eddie. It killed her to know her best friend betrayed her and she felt sick at the thought that he knew how she felt for months and never said a thing.

She blinked away her tears as she felt a body moving next to her. She looked over her shoulder, letting out a small laugh as Steve's face was buried in the pillows. She rolled over to face him, closing her eyes to try to get more sleep.

Steve started groaning so she opened her eyes. She smiled when his barely open eyes looked at her. He gave her a tired smile, his hair all over the place as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer.

"Morning," he said, his voice low and deep from just waking up. "Did you get any sleep?"

"I did. Thanks for letting me crash here," she said, a sad smile on her face. "Guess I should start figuring out what the hell I'm going to do."

"I know what you need to do first," he said, slowly sitting up. The sheet moved and exposed his hairy chest as he smiled over at her.

"What's that?" She asked, trying to keep her eyes respectful.

"Breakfast" he whispered. He laughed as she pushed his shoulder.

"Just when I thought you were going to be helpful!" She teased. She got out of bed and groaned. "Fuck, I don't have clothes or anything."

"I'll drive you home and you can grab a few things. We'll go to breakfast and plan what you want to do next." Steve offered, and Y/N smiled down at him.

"Thank you, Steve. For all of this and helping."

Steve slipped out of bed and walked over to pull her into a hug.

~

Y/N sighed as they walked up to her door, Eddie's car was up front so she knew she was going to face him.

"You can do this. Just go straight to your room and grab what you need." Steve encouraged. She nodded and unlocked the door.

Steve followed behind her as they walked in. Y/N held her breath as she walked into the living room, Eddie and Kathy were cuddled on the couch watching TV. Upon seeing her, Eddie stood up shocked. Kathy grumbled as her body slumped against the couch.

"Y/N?"

"I'm just here to grab a few things and I'm gone." She snapped, rolling her eyes when she looked at Kathy. She walked to her room and Steve stayed behind. Y/N knew Eddie picked Kathy but it pained her to see that after the huge blowout, he was still right by her side.

"Eddie, Kathy" Steve greeted

"Playing the knight and shining armor, Harrington? I mean how long has she been running to you and she still has no feelings for you!" Eddie smirked

"Let's see," Steve pretended to think, "I think the first time was when you got completely drunk and told her that sometimes you have dreams about marrying her. Oh! Then a minute later, your tongue was down a girl's throat! That was maybe freshmen year? So um since then!" Steve said as he snapped his fingers. "I don't need her to have feelings for me to care about her. It doesn't give me a purpose to be a cocky son of a bitch like you."

Eddie's smirk dropped and he felt anger rush through him. "I've always cared about her. Her having a crush on me didn't change any way that I treated her!"

"That's true," Steve said as he stepped closer. "It's her that changed the way you treated Y/N." He whispered, his eyes looking over Eddie's shoulder to Kathy.

"You're pathetic, Harrington" Eddie growled, "she has never looked twice in your direction and you think that'll change because she's hurting? You'll just be a rebound. You'll never be me."

"You think I want to be you?" Steve laughed, "She runs away from you and comes straight to me. She comes to me for comfort, for love, for support. You fucked up, man. If she wants a rebound, I'll give her a rebound. I'll give her every damn reason to never speak to you again. You got Kathy, you're not the winner here."

"You'd take advantage of her and fuck her?" Eddie growled, shoving Steve's body.

"Be careful there Eddie, sounds like you might be jealous," Steve winked. He loved edging Eddie on. "I'd never take advantage of her, I'm nothing like you."

"Steve, I'm ready to go," Y/N said as she walked out with a bag.

"Yeah, me too," Steve said

"Y/N, can we please talk?" Eddie asked, ignoring the pain he felt when she stood next to Steve and held his arm for comfort. She used to hold his arm when she needed comfort.

Y/N wanted to say yes, but seeing Kathy on her old couch reminded her nothing was going to change and she'd keep getting hurt.

"Nothing we need to say. Once I figure out where I'm going to stay, I'll be here to pack everything up. Enjoy your life, Eddie." She said sadly, tugging on Steve's arm.

Eddie watched as they walked out, a different feeling swarming around his stomach.

~

"I think if I moved a few blocks down, it should still be in my price range," Y/N said, cutting up her eggs.

"Do you really want to deal with that? And you'll have to find a roommate." Steve explained, then shoved a mouthful of waffles in his mouth.

"What else can I do? Staying with Eddie is not an option. He'll probably have Kathy move in so I don't think he'll give me the place."

"Live with me," Steve shrugged

Y/N choked on her water, coughing as she set down her cup.

"You don't want me living with you. I'm going to be a mess with all my emotions and you deserve a break some days," she joked, but a sad reality to her words.

"I'll never need a break from you. You've been staying at my place for years when you need it. The only difference is that it's your place now too." Steve explained

"I don't know. What about when you want girls around? You don't need a sobbing girl across the hall." Y/N argued.

"I want you there," Steve said as he reached over and held her hand. "Give it a chance before you go out and spend all your money. It's a free trial!" Steve joked

He smiled when she let out a laugh. "Okay, fine. I'll be your trail roommate!"

~~~

It didn't take long for Y/N and Steve to spend every moment together. She always felt happiest around Steve and she forgot how good it felt. He always had her smiling and laughing, and it was refreshing.

After a week, Y/N forced herself back to work. She wasn't sure how it would go now that she and Eddie weren't talking. Or at least she wasn't, he still called every day. She was worried he would be sitting at the bar like he always did, she wasn't sure if she could handle seeing him.

"What do I even say? Can I ignore him? Or do I have to sit there and serve him drinks like he didn't break my heart!" Y/N ranted as she got herself ready for work. Steve sat on her newly claimed bed, admiring her as she brushed through her hair frantically.

"Would you feel more at ease if I came with you?" Steve asked, "If he gets out of line, I'll cut in."

Y/N smiled at him through the mirror, "You'd do that for me? I'm sure there's a better way to spend your Friday night."

"I'd do anything for you, doll." He smiled

~

"So, how long are you going to wait until you tell her the truth?" Robin asked, playing with the small umbrella in her drink.

Robin and Steve were sitting at the bar, keeping Y/N company throughout her shift. The bar was busy and packed so she was able to keep her mind off Eddie. And it helped that he still hadn't shown.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked, Robin smirked as his eyes stayed on Y/N as she walked through the bar.

"Can you stop staring for a second and talk to me?" Robin joked, hitting Steve's arm.

Steve blinked and looked at Robin, "happy?"

"Yes, and you know exactly what I mean. You can't torture yourself by never telling her you are in love with her." Robin said she could see the emotions changing in Steve's eyes.

"I know and I will tell her. But she's still hurting right now and throwing that on her would be inappropriate. I want her to heal."

"No, you want her to be over Eddie." Robin corrected

"You're a pain in the ass," Steve groaned

"Drinks?" Y/N asked as she leaned over the bar to grab Steve's beer. He coughed as her cleavage poured out of the tiny tank top the bar made her wear.

Robin snickered and Steve was quick to kick her with his foot.

"For you," Y/N smiled as she placed the beer on Steve's napkin, he went to grab it and his fingers gently touched hers. Y/N couldn't help but let her fingers linger before she pulled away. Snapping back into reality as Robin coughed.

"Another one for you, Rob?" Y/N asked politely

"I'm good, gorgeous." Robin winked

Y/N winked back and went to help other customers.

"Do you have to flirt with her right in front of me?" Steve teased

"Let the show begin," Robin said with a smirk as she nodded her head towards the front. Steve looked to the door and there Eddie was walking in.

Steve glared flames into Eddie as he walked further into the bar and took a seat on the other side. Steve smiled when she walked right past Eddie and came to him.

"What do I do? I'm panicking" Y/N whispered, trying her best not to look over her shoulder.

"Want me to ask him to leave?" Steve asked, already standing up

"No!" Y/N said, "I don't need you guys fighting. It's my problem, I need to be an adult and just face him."

"I'll be right here if you need me. Just call me over," Steve said as he sat back down. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you," she said

Robin watched as she left. "He seems pissed. You really get under his skin, don't you?" she asked

"He doesn't like that she realized she doesn't need him," Steve shrugged as he sipped on his beer

~

"Is he your new bodyguard or does he just follow you around like a love-sick puppy?" Eddie scoffed

"What do you want to drink?" Y/N asked, ignoring his comment as she grabbed a glass

"You might not be talking to me right now, but I'm still your best friend and we can work this out," Eddie explained

"Are you going to break up with her?"

"Why does that have to be the only outcome?"

"Not understanding why tells me there's nothing worth working out. If you were my best friend you wouldn't have hurt me while you knew I have feelings for you. It took me too damn long to see that you don't care about me as much as you say you do. You picked Kathy, you get to live with that choice. And when you wake up and finally realize you picked a fake bitch over the girl who actually loves you, don't you even think about me." She spat, slamming down his glass of beer.

She felt proud as she turned around and walked over to Steve

Eddie gripped his glass as he fumed watching her laughing with Steve.

~~~

A few weeks passed and things were changing. The more time Y/N spent with the Steve, the less she thought of Eddie. She was moving on from him and slowly falling into Steve.

She realized it all on a random Sunday. Steve had his friends over for the football game, everyone was cheering and having a good time. Y/N didn't really watch football but she was dressed in one of Steve's jerseys, sitting next to him on the couch. Her legs were sprawled out on his lap, and his large left hand was softly tracing shapes on her bare skin. His eyes were focused on the TV, his mouth running as he talked with his friends. He was occupied by everything around him, but his touch never left her.

There was a knock on the door and Steve got up to answer it

"Hey Y/N," Robin greeted as she walked in with more beer

"Hey girl," Y/N smiled, she stood up so Robin could take her spot. The couch was full and Y/N prepared to head off to her room.

Steve sat down and cracked open a beer, within seconds he was lost in the game. But no matter how occupied he was, he would always know if she was missing.

"Whatcha doing over there? Come sit," Steve laughed as Y/N stood in the hallway

"Robin needs a spot and this is your friend time. I can hang in my room, don't worry about me!" Y/N shrugged

"I can grab a stool from the kitchen!" Robin offered, going to stand up but Steve pushed her back down.

"Nonsense, there is room for both my girls, come here," Steve said as he waved her over

Y/N slowly walked over, she leaned down to whisper in Steve's ear

"I don't want to be rude and make all your friends move," Y/N looked around the couch, all the boys zoned in on the TV and she didn't want to disturb that.

Steve didn't say anything, waiting until she stood up. Once she did, he turned her around and grabbed her hips, throwing her right down on his lap. She squealed in surprise.

Steve wrapped one arm around her and moved up to whisper in her ear,

"This okay?"

The feeling of his hard body against her back, the raspiness in his whisper, his breath tickling her ear, and the way his hand rested on the inside of her thigh made her think of Steve in ways she never had.

"Yeah, it's okay," she said, her voice cracking as she squirmed. Her eyes were on the TV but her mind was busy imagining Steve's hard body in different scenarios.

Ever since then, a crush on Steve formed and kept getting out of control.

~~~

More weeks passed and Y/N was a mess for Steve. She tried to keep it under control, cussing herself out for crushing on all the guys she moved in with. She knew how bad it ended last time and did not want to lose Steve too.

But he made it so hard

It was his birthday and he wanted to go clubbing. So now Y/N was slipping on her tightest dress, with her best heels, and perfecting her hair and makeup.

"Hey, are you re-" Steve cut himself off as his jaw dropped. He stared at her as she finished her lipstick. She stood up and turned around to face him. She shivered at the way he looked her up and down, once again making controlling her crush harder to do.

"Yes, let's go!" she rushed out, speeding past him so she could feel herself breathe again.

They were at the club for a few hours, a few drinks, and a lot of dances. They weren't drunk, but their liquid courage seemed to make them more free with each other. Y/N would never be grinding on Steve's body if she was fully sober. And Steve wouldn't be sucking on her neck if he was fully sober. But the heat between them was too much to ignore, the sexual tension needed to be acted upon, or neither would be able to move on.

So lost in lust, neither remembered how they got home. But it didn't matter as they pushed through their front door with their lips locked. They made out as they walked to Steve's room, pushing open his door. Steve pulled away as they walked towards his bed, she stopped when her legs hit the mattress.

"Is this what you want?" He asked, his chest moving rapidly as he breathed hard. She admired his red lips, loving the way she could see just how hard they were kissing. Then she looked into his eyes, so dark and swimming with lust. She wished she was looking at herself through his eyes because she must have looked beautiful by the way he couldn't look away.

"Make me feel good, birthday boy," she whispered, a smirk on her lips as he moaned. She gasped when he pushed her body against the bed and climbed on top of her.

His mouth was on hers as his hands moved under her dress. She moaned as he teased her cunt over her thin underwear. His long fingers slid up and down, his mouth sucking away her breath as she panted underneath him.

Neither wanted to spend time with foreplay, both early tearing each other's clothes off. He was painfully hard and she had never felt so wet in her life. She was running her fingers through his hairy chest and her other hand scratching down his back. His head buried in her neck as he pushed himself inside of her.

He started slow, memorizing how she felt wrapped around him. He had been dreaming of this for years and he didn't want to rush anything. But the way she moaned, begging him for more, and whispering dirty words in his ear made him want to lose himself inside of her.

"Steve please, I can handle it," she begged. He felt amazing don't get her wrong, but she wanted him to fuck her like an animal.

"I've wanted this for so long, I want to feel everything," he said against her lips, his forehead softly pressed against hers. She smiled at his words, feeling her heart burst.

"I promise this won't be the only time. Show me how desperately you want this, let yourself go," she said, reaching up to hold his cheek

He turned his head to kiss her palm

"Tell me if you need me to stop," he said

The second she nodded, his mouth attacked her chest. She moaned out as he bit down on her nipple, tugging it was his teeth as he drilled his cock inside of her.

"Fuck yes," she moaned, smiling as she felt pleasure running all throughout her body. He was long and thick, feeling like heaven inside her as he fucked her fast.

"You feel amazing, baby," He moaned

His bed was smacking the wall

His balls were smacking against her skin

Her moans were turning into screams

"Make me cum, Steve. Make me cum," she whined, throwing her head back

"Gladly" he smirked, and he slid himself out of her. Giving her no time to whine in protest as he flipped her around. She clawed at his pillows as he pushed her hips up, her ass in the air.

She gasped in pleasure as he slipped himself back inside of her, keeping a rapid pace as he moved his right hand down to her clit. She felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as he swirled his fingers against her clit, adding to the pleasure that was building in her stomach.

"Yes, yes, yes" she chanted like a prayer as she felt herself getting close. Then he slipped out of her again and she wanted to cry. But then she felt his wet tongue pushed inside of her.

She cried into the pillows as he tongue fucked her and kept his fingers rubbing circles on her clit. She didn't have time to warn him, her thighs shook and she felt everything snap.

Steve moaned as he felt her cum soak his face. He happily ate her cum, humming at her sweet taste. He groaned as he felt his cock twitch, he pulled back and pushed himself back inside her wet cunt.

She yelped at the overstimulation, crying into the sheets as he chased his orgasm.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum so hard" he moaned

"Fucking," thrust "Gorgeous," thrust, "best" thrust, "sex of," thrust, "my life,"

"Oh my god" Y/N whined as she felt Steve cumming inside of her. She could feel his warm cum painting her walls, every drop inside of him, her cunt milking him until he was empty.

His sweaty body collapsed against her back. He panted as he slowly stood up with shaky legs. She rolled her body over, a blissful smile on her face. Her eyes were heavy as she looked at him through her lashes, his sweaty and toned body standing over her.

He looked down at her in awe

She wiggled her finger to call him closer, he listened and leaned down. She smiled as she leaned up and softly kissed his lips.

~

The next morning Steve was in the kitchen making breakfast, his chest bare and a pair of sweatpants low on his hips. When he moved a certain way he could feel the scratches on his back and he'd hiss at the sting.

He was lost in memory when he heard a knock on the door. He turned off the stove and walked over to the door. He opened it and was surprised to see Eddie.

"I need to talk to Y/N," he demanded

"Hello to you too Eddie, and I don't think that is a good idea," Steve explained, ready to shut the door but Eddie stopped the door with his hand

"I don't care what you think, I need to talk to her," Eddie argued

"Well, she's not here so bye," Steve again tried to close the door but Eddie wasn't having any of it.

"I feel like I can barely walk, Steve. Jesus chr-EDDIE!" Y/N froze as she walked out of the bedroom. Her eyes locked between Eddie and Steve, both men looking mad as ever, but for different reasons.

Eddie felt his heart race as she stumbled as she walked, her words, and the dark marks on her neck. Eddie didn't take long to connect the dots; all he saw was red.

"YOU FUCKER!" Eddie screamed, taking Steve down to the floor. Y/n screamed in panic as Eddie and Steve began to brawl on the ground in front of her.

"EDDIE GET OFF!" Y/N screamed, grabbing his arm and shoving him away from Steve. Eddie stood on his feet, glaring as she helped Steve stand up. She frowned at the little blood that fell from Steve's nose.

"What the hell is your problem!" Y/N spat, turning around as her glare landed on Eddie

"He's my fucking problem," Eddie hissed, pointing his finger at Steve as he seethed in anger. "I knew all along that fucker liked you. Sitting in the corner, being a shoulder for you to cry on so he can make moves on you!"

"Why do you care so much? It's not like Y/N is your girlfriend, Eddie. I'm not in the wrong for going after what I want. You've got your girlfriend to focus on so leave us alone" Steve spat

"Kathy and I broke up"

Y/N whipped her head to look at Eddie, pure shock on her face

"What?" Y/N asked

Eddie looked at Y/N, softly grabbing her hand. Steve held himself back from tearing Eddie's hand off.

"I miss you," he said, his eyes staring deep into Y/N's. "I realized everything too late, I know that. But you changed my life and I'm never going to get over losing you. I should have listened when you warned me and I regret nothing more than picking her over you. I'm jealous, I'll be honest. The idea of you and him," Eddie said as he nodded his head towards Steve with a pained look, "breaks my heart. I thought I was so angry about it because I wanted to protect you, but I know that's not why."

"Eddie, what are you saying?" Y/N gulped

"I'm saying that I'm jealous and angry about Steve because I have feelings for you. I think I always have, it just took so damn long to realize it. I love you and I'm sorry for all the pain I put you through. I want you to come home, and I want to work this out. I want you."

Steve could feel his heart-shattering in his chest with every word. It hurt to see the look in Y/N's eyes. It was everything she wanted to hear ever since she fell for him. Eddie confessed he was in love with her, and Steve had no idea where that left him.

"Eddie I-I" Y/N stuttered, she was honestly at a loss for words

"Just say you love me too," Eddie begged, pushing his forehead against hers, he held her face in place. His rough hands on her delicate cheeks

Steve had to look away, the water filling his eyes as he tried to hold back his tears

"I love you too," she whispered

Steve bit down on his lip as hard as he could, silencing his sobs as his body shook. He did everything for her, he treated her the way she deserved, and he still wasn't going to get the girl.

"But I'm not in love with you anymore"

Her words made both boys freeze

Y/N stepped back, taking Eddie's hands off of her.

"What?" Eddie whispered, a pained look in his eyes as she kept stepping back

"I spent years wanting to hear you say that, but I've never felt loved by you. But Steve," she said, walking over to him. She softly grabbed his hand, "he shows me how much he loves me every day"

"I understand," Eddie choked out

Steve and Y/N watched as Eddie left, the door closing behind him

"So, you've uh liked me that long?" Y/N asked, a small smile on her face as she turned to look at Steve

"Just a bit," he shrugged

Y/N stood in front of him, dropping his hand to reach up and wipe away his tears

"I like you too, you know just a bit," she joked, loving the way he smiled and laughed

"I was preparing to lose you" Steve sighed

Y/N nodded and cupped his cheek, she leaned in and kissed his lips. "You won't. I pick you"

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[nburkhardt]

Clingy Honeyboy

Quick information I don’t want to fully explain: it’s an au of season 4. Steve and Eddie got together while Steve was working at Scoops. The UD isn’t around anymore either.

cw: omegaverse, mpreg (omega Steve & alpha Eddie)

Onto the fic ✨

There’s something up with Steve.

Eddie loves him, like, wants to mate with him kind of love. Is sorta obsessed with him actually. Already half way living together and has family weekly meals with Wayne kinda love. Clings to each other, spends as much time as possible together type of love. Ya know?

And that’s how he knows there’s something up because Steve’s been extra, extra clingy.

So clingy that his best friends officially found out about their relationship, because Steve was glued to his back during band practice one day. (He had to answer many questions that day- with a purring very content Steve leaned against him not even bothering to help, the jerk!)

Look, he’s not complaining. Eddie loves his clingy omega very much, thank you. He’s worried, this is a new level of clingy for his sweet baby.

It’s just…leaning into a concerning amount of clinginess. To the point that he’s skipped days of school and spent it in their nest or in the backroom of Family Video. Steve heavily scents him on the days they do manage to be apart. He’s almost out of clothes because they keep getting stolen!

“Alright, okay. Stevie, Sunshine, Light of my life. What is going on?” Eddie sits up in their nest, watching as Steve stops his hands from continuing fixing the edge of the nest, “Honey?”

Steve shifts to sit back down, confusion all over his beautiful face. “What do you mean, Eds?”

“You’ve been extra clingy, stealing a lot of my shirts. You’re fixing the nest for the tenth time this week and it’s only Tuesday. I’m starting to get concerned, are you feeling okay?”

Eddie reaches over and grabs his hands, squeezing lightly before tugging him closer. Steve goes along and rests his forehead against his shoulder, “I just, I have this need to be with you and- and the nest feels wrong, okay?”

“Wrong? But it’s our nest, has been for a while now?”

Steve lets out a huff, “I know! But it’s, there’s- maybe. It needs more, I don’t know.” there’s tears coming up and Eddie is quick to pull him into a hug, “Doctors appointment?”

“Doctors appointment.”

The day he found the courage to just talk to Eddie, Steve was a little sleep deprived. (Give him a break, it was just after the whole- mall fire, okay?!) It felt out of body, but so amazing, because the alpha said yes to a date.

Right now, right here, he feels that same- giddiness. Feels on cloud nine, his heart is beating so fast and his scent is blooming his joy.

“Congratulations, is the right word, then?” The doctor smiles at them, then while the doctor talks a bit more, Steve blanks it out.

In a few blinks, he’s settled on their couch at home and Eddie is strumming his acoustic guitar. Their combined joyful scents are filling his nose and making him feel warm and happy. They stay like that until Wayne gets home, telling him the news immediately.

Because one, they live together and two, it’s Wayne. Of course he gets to know immediately.

Steve is so happy the days following that everyone gets to smell his cinnamon and the new subtle vanilla scent from his pregnancy. His joy is contagious, everyone they run into ends up feeling just as happy as Steve.

It was only a matter of time for Steve’s found family pack to notice and question the sudden mood change.

(It took Robin a day of working together to piece it together, she knew of their relationship of course, she’s Robin. She freaked, rambled and cried happy tears for him. The front room of Family Video was full of cinnamon and apples from their combined scents.)

Eddie’s busy reworking notes and rereading all his papers, leaning over the table and ignoring the others around him. He’s too wrapped in it that he doesn’t hear or see the door open, until a very familiar scent pops up next to him that immediately gets his attention.

Standing there with a pout already on his face, his arms crossed in the jacket Eddie was wearing last night, is his Stevie. His scent doesn’t give off actual distress or discomfort, so Eddie isn’t panicking yet. Instead he flips his papers over and turns completely to face his Sweetheart.

Around them Eddie can hear how silent it gets as Steve climbs into his lap and immediately scenting him. Eddie’s arms automatically wrap around him and breathes in his favorite scent.

As he opens his eyes, there’s the newest sheep, Steve’s adopted pups, looking at them with wide eyes and mouths wide open. Dustin front and center, an arm up pointing at them looking like a cartoon character.

It’s as Steve’s pur starts up and he fully sinking into Eddie getting comfortable, that the room explodes with questions. At least from the pups- his best friends already know how clingy Steve’s been for weeks now.

“What the hell is this?”

Eddie shifts against the chair and looks over at them, “Honeyboy is clingy.”

It absolutely does not answer the question and if anything, it looks to have annoyed Wheeler- and confuses Henderson even more.

“Honeyboy? How do you two even know each other?! Is he asleep right now?” Dustin’s eyes can’t get any bigger as Eddie watches the wheels turn in his head.

“yes, Honeyboy. Or Sunshine, Baby, Sweetheart, Babydoll, annnnd Stevie.” Eddie smiles as he lists each name, knowing he has even more. “We live in a small town, of course I know him. And yes, he is asleep right now so why don’t you be quiet and not wake my Honey?”

Henderson looks about ready to explode and it would be funny to keep him and the others from getting any more information, but luckily, Eddie’s willing to ignore the little devil on his shoulder today.

“Stevie and I are together, he’s extra clingy right now. Ya happy?”

The boys all look at each other with wide eyes before deciding to whisper to each other and Dustin turns back around and as he starts to speak, Steve shifts against him and Eddie can feel his smile as he moves.

“Teddy forgot one important detail, I’m also pregnant.”

I think if I continue writing, it’d just be more of Steve being clingy and a little shit towards Dustin. So we’re ending it there :)

I was at work the other day and all I could think about was a clingy Steve and how funny if that’s how people find out about their relationship haha. Then i decided I needed this to be just a straight up season 4 au, where the upside down doesn’t effect them anymore bc I didn’t want the hurt/comfort, I just wanted happy and sappy.

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Hiiii been reading your stuff for a little bit (which gagged loveee) and thought I'd try my hand at a lil request if that's alright?

So if you're feeling inspired, would you be down for a fic featuring Eddie or Steve, where the reader gets overstimulated by like a party or a concert and the next day has a hard crash, stuck in bed, exhausted, but they don't like care? Even though reader feels bad.

Something ish along those lines, but take your full creative freedom here! (Can you tell it's 1000% self indulgent as I lay in bed, perhaps experiencing said crash rn? Lmao)

Anyways, I hope you're having a lovely day.!! And thanks for at least reading the request, even if you don't decide to do it 😊

i hope i did this request justice!! i wasn’t too clear on if you wanted them not to care that you’re crashing as in ignoring or as in loving u anyway so i did a little of both! hope ur feelin a little better <3

Get My Mind Right

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best friend turned lover!eddie, he just wants to take good care of u!!!! Ft. best friend!steve <3 gnc reader, no physical description, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety, overstimulation, mentions of depression and anxiety, a couple uses of y/n.

2k words

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Steve’s house buzzes with the collective noise of strangers. Loud music thrums through the walls, making your ears ring. Everyone’s drunk, or high, or both. Except for you. The world feels far away, you’re tired, and you’re ready to leave despite the fact that you’ve only been here for two hours. 

“Hey. You okay?” Eddie waves a cautious hand in front of your blank stare, and the rings reflect the low lights, making you squint. 

“Hm? Oh. Yeah. Jus’ tired.”

“You need me to give you a ride?” You look up at him then, registering the worry in his voice. You shake your head, and can feel the headache already forming. “Nah, I can drive.” 

“Okay, if you’re sure. Will you call me when you’re home?”

You nod, giving him a meek smile before leaving the room. You find Steve and Robin playing flip cup out on the deck, and deliver the same goodbye. 

“Wait, hold on!” Steve calls, pausing his turn to approach you. “You able to get home?”

“Yeah. Promise, I only had one drink. Just don’t think I can hang tonight.” Your heart feels like it’s about to burst with how fast it’s beating, and every voice sounding like silverware scraping across china plates. 

“Okay. Call me in the morning.” He wraps you in a bear hug, and you relish in the comfort before he lets you go, too soon. 

—

It’s a hard crash. You get home, ignoring your family as they greet you from the couch. 

“You’re home early!” Your mom calls. 

“Want some ice cream, kiddo?”

“Huh? No, just gonna go to bed.”

“Okay, sweetie. Love you!”

“You too.” It’s barely audible, but you don’t care enough to repeat yourself before climbing the stairs to your bedroom. Once alone, you let the tears fall. You hate when this happens, and lately it’s been far too frequent. You swear every time, you’ll be able to handle the crowds, the socializing, the noises. And every time, it’s a lie. You end up leaving every get together early, and all of your friends have stopped asking you to stay. 

You decide not to call Eddie. Instead, you strip yourself from your cutoffs and tank top and turn your shower faucet on. Even in the summer, you run the water scalding hot, willing the warmth to wrap around your brain like a neutralizing fog. You’re still crying by the time you’ve scrubbed yourself clean, unable to wash away the weight in your chest. 

You stare at your phone as you get into your pajamas, and crawl into bed without dialing. Even as you drift off to sleep, the phone doesn’t ring with a concerned friend on the other line. 

—

It’s noon when you finally wake up. There are no messages from Eddie, but Steve has left about one thousand since this morning. 

“Hey, Steve.” You greet him when he picks up on the first ring.

“Hey, you. You alright?”

“Yeah, just overslept. Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“No, not at all! I’ll be over later with a movie, alright? We’ll just chill, no parties. Thanks for tryin’ last night, though. It was great to see you outside.”

“Yeah,” You sigh into the receiver, “I’ll talk to you later, okay? Love you, Stevie.”

“I love you, too.” You feel the sob in the back of your throat, but swallow it down and dig through your bed for the TV remote, hanging up the phone.

“Honey?” Your mother’s soft voice floats through the door the moment you turn the television on. “You awake?”

You groan, throwing the blanket over your head. You're in no shape to socialize with her, but you don’t have the heart to tell her that either. 

“You have a visitor.” She coaxes, and it catches your attention. You peek out from under your comforter, and your mother meets your eyes and smiles. She opens your door further, revealing a disheveled and exhausted looking Eddie. 

“Christ,” He seemingly sighs in relief. “Thought you were dead in a ditch or something.”

“I’m making lunch soon. Try to come eat, both of you.” She even has the trust in Eddie to close the door all the way.

You hear her footsteps retreat, and turn to your friend. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He’s staring at you far too intensely, not letting you avoid returning eye contact. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m dandy.”

“C’mon. What’s goin’ on? You’ve been acting weird for like, weeks now. And you didn’t call. I’m worried about you.” 

You hadn’t realized just how badly you’d needed him to care about you. 

You shrug, defeated. “Just can’t enjoy parties like that. I know you guys like them a lot, but it’s never been my scene. It’s gotten to be way too much to deal with. Especially now that it’s grad season.” You’re tearing up again, and you huff in frustration. “I want to hang out with you guys.  It pains me every time I have to leave early. But no one really cares to check on me, either, and it always gets too unbearable before I can even vocalize it.” The words tumble out between your wracked sobs. “It’s panic attack after panic attack, and it’s destroying my fucking life.” You angrily wipe the tears from your cheeks and force yourself to look up at Eddie. 

You immediately regret that. The boy in front of you is far too soft looking to be the best friend you know. Usually, your relationship with him consists of playful banter, cheesy flirting, and raving about your favorite bands. It’s rare for you to be vulnerable, mostly because you wouldn’t be able to cope with scaring him away. 

His eyes are wide and laser focused on you, following every slight movement from the shift of your posture to the way you’re playing with your bracelet. 

“You know I’d hang out with you in complete silence if that’s what it took.” He says it plainly, vastly opposite of how you’re used to Eddie speaking; with vibrato and expression. 

You drop your eyes to your lap. “That’s no fun.”

“Please look at me.” He’s begging. You oblige. “I could give a fuck less about a goddamn high school party. I go because I know you’re there. I usually leave not ten minutes after you.”

“Why not leave with me then?” It’s not meant to be a difficult question, but Eddie averts his gaze to his hands.

He sighs, shaking his unruly hair around. “I don’t know. Because I’m a coward?”

It confuses you. “What is there to be scared of? You’re one of my closest friends, Ed. I don’t think leaving a party with me would mean what you’re implying.” The words sting, and you can’t figure out if it’s because you want it to imply something, or because you’re sure Eddie doesn’t. 

“Is it me?” The question falls out of your mouth before you think better of it. 

“What? Sweetheart, no. Well, yeah, actually.” You freeze. “But not in the way you must think. Oh god, y/n, you have no idea. It breaks my heart every time you tell me you’re leaving, ‘cause I know it means I won’t see you for the rest of the night. I figure, every time you say no to a ride it means you wanna be alone.”

That’s more than fair, you think. “I didn’t wanna put you out.”

“It’s never an inconvenience when it’s you.” You scoot closer to him, his body heat radiating, prompting you to discard your blanket from your shoulders. He continues, “I’m afraid of the things I’d say. Things I wouldn’t ever be able to take back. I stay sober enough at those parties just in case you might say yes to my offer. Usually I feel better when you call, let me know you’re alright. Figured this time it must be worse.”

“I’m sorry I worried you, Eds. I should’ve called. But it got you into my bed, so who’s to say this wasn’t my plan all along?” You mean it jokingly, trying to lighten the mood, but Eddie frowns, brow furrowed.

“Don’t say shit like that.”

“Like what?” Usually Eddie’s the one to dish out the flirty jokes, but you don’t see why you can’t.

“You don’t mean that.”

“And you do, every time you tell me I’m making you quote-unquote ‘harder than Ms. O’Donnell’s final exam.’?”

“Yes.” There is no hint of him joking, his mouth a straight line, unflinching as he looks at you. “What, you think I’m kidding?”

You don’t actually know what you’d been thinking. Maybe that’s how he talks to all his friends? Maybe he was trying to boost your confidence? “I don’t know, maybe?”

“Huh. Well, say for argument's sake that I’d been dead serious the whole time. Hypothetically, how would you respond to that?” He looks at you with wide, scared eyes, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“Hypothetically?” He nods. “I’d probably tell you I’ve been waiting to hear that for as long as I can remember.”

“What the fuck.” It’s more of a statement than a question. “You’re being serious, right? This isn’t some elaborate, cruel prank on me?”

“No, I thought we established that.”

“Sorry, just need to make double sure. Could you pinch me? Still not completely convinced.”

You don’t pinch him, instead flicking your eyes quickly to his lips and back. At first, you don’t think he gets the hint, but when you’re about to play it off, he moves.

Eddie slides his arm around your waist, making quick work of dragging you closer to him, and before you can catch your breath his lips are on yours. They’re soft, and he tastes faintly of cigarettes, and it overwhelms your senses. He sucks your bottom lip between your teeth, a harmless experiment that causes you to part your lips for him to deepen the kiss. He takes the hint, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You tangle your own with it, relishing in the smallest whimper that leaves Eddie’s throat when you do. You gain confidence, sliding your hands around his neck and into his hair, twisting your fingers into the curls at the root, pulling him impossibly closer to you. It’s then that he stops, letting you up for air as he pants underneath you.

“Christ.” He huffs, his face pink and bangs disheveled. “Gonna have to gimme a sec.”

“Yeah, ‘course. Sorry.” You’re out of breath, too, and can only imagine how you must look. 

“You tellin’ me I could’ve done that months ago?”

You can’t help smiling at him. “Try years.”

“Shit. I’m a moron.”

“But you’re my moron.” He beams when you say it. “No more parties for awhile, though.”

“I can live with that if it means I get to kiss you again.”

“You can do way more than just kiss me, Munson.”

“Fucking hell.”

“Y/n! Eddie! I made lunch!” Your mother calls from downstairs, snapping you out of the quiet bubble you’ve created with Eddie.

“Be right there!” You look back to him. “Care to pick this up later?”

“I’d love nothing more.”

–

Steve is in your kitchen with a copy of your favorite movie and a bag of microwave popcorn. “Oh, shit. Hey, Ed. Didn’t know you’d be joining us.”

“To tell you the truth, Harrington, me either.” He snickers, and you blush at the implications.

“Did I miss something?” Steve looks from you to Eddie.

You’re giggling now, too. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”

Eddie slings his arm around you, deepening the confusion on Steve’s pretty face. “Okay…”

[pearynice]

So the is the “reverse” I guess of this fic I posted about two weeks ago. Special thanks to @hotluncheddie and @stressingandobsessing16 for mentioning the idea of a “sequel” ❤️✨ (this is not a sequel, but it has the same themes as the original post)

CW: body image issues

3k words, also on Ao3 here

When Eddie is three, his parents have their first fight. Well, the first one he really understands is a fight. It’s the first one where he knows it’s better to go to the other room and hide under his covers so their voices don’t sound so sharp.

But he still knows they’re arguing about him.

He knows the he they’re shouting about is him.

“He doesn’t even look like me!” His father yells, and Eddie clutches onto his stuffie harder, so tightly it feels like it might go all the way through his chest.

“Of course he’s yours Jon!” His mother screams back, “every time I look in his eyes your piece of shit ass is all I can see!”

There’s a lot of loud noises after that.

Eddie does not come out from under the covers.

——

When Steve is three, he goes to a big family reunion at his grandparents’ house.

He doesn’t like all these people. He doesn’t recognize most of them, so he hides behind his mother’s skirt as she tries to pry him off of her, off so these strange people can see him and crouch down beside him and give him hugs and pinch his cheeks.

“So handsome!” They say. “You’re going to be breaking hearts in no time!”

They say it happily, but Steve doesn’t like it. He knows what a broken heart feels like. His daycare’s guinea pig, Penelope, died a couple of days ago, and Steve never wants to feel that sad ever again.

He definitely doesn’t want to make anyone else feel that sad.

But people keep coming up to him. Keep patting his head and grabbing his arms and telling him how handsome he is, and his mother won’t let him hide.

——

When Eddie is twelve, he transfers schools. He moves in with Wayne.

Wayne doesn’t have a lot, but Eddie never had much to begin with. He’d arrived at Wayne’s doorstep with nothing more than the social worker and a backpack, so having an entire bedroom to himself seems pretty magical.

What Wayne has in spades is kindness, despite his gruff exterior. He apologizes when he lays out the clothes he bought for Eddie, saying he had to buy them second hand, and there weren't many options in his size.

Eddie assures him that it’s okay. Because Wayne was trying. Even then, he knew Wayne was trying.

But the next day, his first day at his new school, Eddie wears the baggy jeans with frayed hems and the flannel with a button missing on the cuff, and he knows his buzz cut is sloppy and uneven, and all he wants as the stares follow him in the hallways is to hide. He wants to hide in the bathroom until the day is over. Until there’s no one left in the hallways and Wayne is here to pick him up.

He’s not so lucky. The stares follow him. He sits in the back of his classes so he can know, at least, when there are eyes on him. None of them are kind. They see the shorn hair and the second hand clothes and his busted lip and bruised eye that were the final straw for CPS, and they do not speak to him.

He wonders if what his dad left behind is really that fucking scary.

——

When Steve is twelve, he has his first kiss.

Stephanie Peterson kisses him under the bleachers after school, and Steve is so excited because Stephanie is kind and smart and makes him laugh, and she’s so pretty with her curly dark hair and large eyes and their kiss is an awkward press of lips, but he likes Stephanie so much that he thinks it’s the perfect first kiss.

He tells Tommy about it, after. Tells him he’s going to ask her to be his girlfriend tomorrow at lunch.

But Tommy scoffs.

“Dude,” he says, “you don’t need to settle for one girl, okay?”

Steve doesn’t understand, has to have Tommy spell it out for him, but Tommy explains that when you look like Steve does, you don’t stick with one girl.

“C’mon man,” he says, nudging Steve with his elbow, “you’re a heartbreaker.”

——

When Eddie is 21 and Steve is 20 they go on their first date. And then several more, after that. And then, one night, naked in bed, they make it official.

Exclusive, Steve says seriously. Because he wants Eddie to know that he’s the only one Steve wants. Because Steve’s falling. Hard and fast like always, but with the way Eddie looks at him, he’s not scared. He just wants Eddie to know that it’s about him, not based on bullshit, not based on appearances.

Eddie’s falling, too. He knows it’s written all over his face. He’s never been good with hiding shit like that. It’s what got him the label of freak in the first place. But with the way Steve looks right back at him, he doesn’t feel the need to hide it.

So it takes a while for it to begin to bother him. That inescapable itch becomes more and more incessant as their relationship blooms, because Steve never says anything about Eddie’s looks. But he’ll come to Eddie’s shows, sit in on his DnD campaigns, even lets Eddie read the Lord of the Rings to him.

So Eddie knows. He knows Steve likes him. But the thing is: Eddie’s not an idiot. Not fucking blind either. He knows he’s batting out of his league. Knows if people were open minded enough to accept two dudes together they’d draw the line at Steve Harrington with Eddie Munson. He knows what he looks like. Sure, his hair is better now, but that certainly doesn’t make up for his everything else. Hell, half his body mass is scar tissue, these days, so even if he’d been a centerfold before he’d be fuckin’ Quasimodo now.

But he wasn’t, so he’s like, The Blob, now, or some shit.

He just really hopes Steve maybe doesn’t feel the same.

He just really doesn’t want to be liked despite.

——

His intention hadn’t been to start something.

Although, maybe it had. Maybe Eddie’d been manipulative, testing Steve to see what his reaction would be, just so he didn’t have to ask aloud.

But it was just… if seeing Eddie in his old letterman jacket wasn’t the thing to get his boyfriend to give him a damn compliment, then nothing would.

So he stands at the bottom of Steve’s steps in nothing but his underwear and that old jacket, steeling his resolve. Because if… if Steve doesn’t say anything, Eddie doesn’t know what he’ll do. It’ll be the confirmation of the thing he’s been arguing with himself about for the past four months. The thing that keeps him awake at night. The thing he has to constantly remind himself that’s not who Steve is.

Cause that’s what jocks do, right? They give their girls their letterman jackets in a show of some weird caveman-reminiscent possessiveness, and then the girls wear them and it gets the jock all hot and bothered. And Eddie knows he’s not some pretty girl, but he hopes it’s the same… general idea.

He steps off the stairs. He walks down the hallway, trying, for once, to keep his footsteps quiet.

The TV is on low. He hears Steve rustle around, the sounds of pillows and blankets shifting.

He walks into the room.

Steve doesn’t see him at first. He’s fussing with the zipper on one of the pillows, his brow furrowed as he struggles with it, so Eddie has another second to build up his confidence.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he drawls, feeling like an idiot as Steve’s eyes drift up to him. “Hope your boyfriend won’t mind if I borrow your jacket? It’s just so comfy.” He doesn’t know where that line came from, but he goes with it, accentuating the point by wrapping the too-long sleeves around himself, feeling small in the folds of fabric.

Eddie hadn’t expected Steve to like… cum in his pants. But he’d hoped for an appreciative up-and-down. Maybe even a kiss and maybe (hopefully) a damn whispered under his breath.

But what Steve does instead is worse. It’s all Eddie can do not to melt into a puddle of shame and embarrassment on the Harrington’s fancy cream carpet.

Because Steve- his wonderful, doting boyfriend- laughs. And then, still smiling, he says, “sorry, stranger, but that jacket has exclusive rights- gonna have to take that one back from you.”

And then Steve just looks at him. Expectantly. Like he really wants Eddie to hand the damn jacket over right then and there and leave him standing there in his fucking boxers.

Even if Eddie was less dramatic he would’ve called the moment excruciating. He hands the jacket over as that soft little smile stays plastered on Steve’s face, and then he turns around and walks out of the room so quickly his bad hip pops.

There are tears in his eyes before he even reaches the stairs.

All he wants is to be back in the trailer with Wayne and hide under his covers for the rest of his life.

He muffles his cries with his fist as he races back up the stairs and stumbles into Steve’s room.

It was stupid. So, so fucking stupid. Not knowing would’ve been better. But Eddie always has to push. Always has to toe the line until he goes too far and trips right over it.

He should’ve kept his damn mouth shut.

Eyes still watering, he pulls his sweatshirt back on. He even pulls his hood up over his head so he won’t have to see the puckered skin of his left cheek in the Harrington’s hallway mirror.

He’s still pantsless when there are footsteps outside, and Eddie doesn’t even have time to wipe his face before Steve follows him in, that sweet little smile still on his face as he does.

It falls the moment they make eye contact.

“Eddie, baby, what’s wrong?”

And Steve sounds so concerned, so heartbreakingly sincere that Eddie nearly doesn’t react when Steve steps closer to him, but the moment he reaches out Eddie flinches, taking a step back.

He doesn’t want to look Steve in the eyes. He wants to pull the strings of his sweatshirt until he’s closed off from the world.

“Eddie?”

He’s never handled shame well. It used to eat him up, back when he was in middle school and didn’t know how to project the façade of not giving a shit.

And it’s not like he can pretend he doesn’t care now, not with tears running down his cheeks, still standing there half naked.

But old habits die hard.

“It’s nothing.” He says, even though his voice wobbles. “I’m just gonna go.” He grabs for his pants, still lying crumpled on Steve’s floor, and begins hastily dressing.

“Hey, no, you’re upset, we-”

And Eddie nearly falls when Steve reaches for him again, stumbling and hoping on his bad leg because the mere thought of Steve’s hands on him makes him nauseous.

“I said it’s fine, Harrington.” He spits it out with as much dignity as he can muster, his pants still half on, the surname by which Eddie’s never called him, not even in the upside down, not even when they were strangers, falls like lead from his lips.

Steve’s face contorts. “You don’t get to be pissed at me and then not tell me why.”

Finally, Eddie pulls his damn pants on.

He wants to crawl under a rock and die. It has to be the most humiliating moment of his life. He’d take an awkward boner in front of his old English class, at this point, over explaining to his boyfriend that not finding him attractive was sort of a deal breaker.

Steve’s still standing in the doorway, his arms now crossed over his chest.

Eddie doesn’t meet his eyes.

“I know-” he clears his throat, hating the warble, but he closes his hands into fists at his sides and steels himself. “I know I don’t look like- like fucking, Nancy Wheeler, Steve, okay? I know it took me three tries to graduate but I’m not actually an idiot.” He wipes at his face with the back of his sleeve, refusing to still have tears on his face as he continues, “you’re out of my league, I get it. But I still hoped you’d like- think I’m hot.”

He wants to vomit. Sort of feels like he already has. And just to diffuse the hotbed of honestly Eddie just dumped all over the carpet, he adds, “stupid.”

He still hasn’t looked into Steve’s eyes. He’s still staring resolutely at the floor when he sees Steve’s socked feet inch closer.

“Eddie.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever heard Steve’s voice sound like that. It warbles like Eddie’s had, voice high and thick and even now Eddie has the urge to comfort him.

Mismatched socks creep closer. Steve’s hands drop to his sides.

“I don’t want you to look like Nancy. I’ve never wanted you to look like Nancy.”

He can tell Steve wants to touch him: he keeps on trying to crack his fingers with his thumbs.

“Eddie, sunshine, what ever made you think any differently?”

Eddie curls his arms over his stomach. He doesn’t want to talk about this.

His damn hip hurts.

“I wasn’t exactly a looker before the bats, dude. And it’s not like you dish out the fucking flattery on what I look like.”

He can do this. Act blasé until he can get home and bawl his damn eyes out. “And then-” he gestures vaguely to the letterman jacket Steve had discarded on the floor. “It’s not like you were particularly drooling over me.”

Eddie stares at the ground as the silence stretches. He thinks Steve’s far away enough from the door, now, that it wouldn’t be too weird to step past him. He’s still judging the distance when Steve speaks again.

“Eddie, please, can I touch you?”

He looks up. Steve’s eyes are red. There are tear tracks glistening on his cheeks and his face is already getting puffy. He looks at Eddie with so much sadness that the urge to make it better washes over him again.

Eddie nods.

Steve grabs his hands at once, clutching them tightly in the space between them. His grip is actually a little painful, so tight Eddie can see his knuckles going white.

Steve sniffs.

“I just never wanted you to think I was with you for anything less than who you are.” Steve’s voice is croaky, his eyes still watering, but Eddie keeps his gaze. “Eddie, you’ve got no idea what you do to me.” There’s a ghost of a smile, then, so faint Eddie thinks he might be imagining it, “everything you do is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re so-” he clicks his tongue, sighing wetly. “You’re everything. I never thought guys could be beautiful before I met you. But you are. Handsome and pretty and beautiful and so fucking hot it actually prevents me from functioning, sometimes.” Steve’s grip relaxes a hair, his knuckles now not so white.

“Earlier, I thought,” Steve goes on, worrying his lip, “I thought that was part of the bit. I was coming up here ‘cause I thought you’d be you again and we’d like…” he shrugs. “‘M sorry I don’t say it more. I just, I thought I was obvious, how mouthwateringly attractive I find you.”

Beautiful, handsome, pretty, mouthwateringly attractive-

“I’ve always been judged on my looks. With my parents and with Nancy and…” he trails off and squeezes Eddie’s hands. “I just never wanted that to be us. All that bullshit.”

Steve sniffs, shaking his head. “But it’s not bullshit. And I’m so sorry, Eddie.” He drops Eddie’s hands in favor of cupping his face.

“I’d be happy if I never had to stop looking at you, or touching you. Because that’s already all I want to do, all the time.”

Eddie swallows. He doesn’t know how to believe this. But Steve’s still looking at him, that warm, earnest gaze, and Eddie knows Steve would never lie to him.

He exhales, and Steve’s thumbs trace over his cheekbones. “I’m never going to shut up about it, now, okay?”

Slowly, Eddie nods. “Okay,” he agrees.

His tears have stopped. He glances at the jacket still lying on the floor.

“Sorry for-” he gestures vaguely at the room around them- “freaking out.”

Steve hushes him. He kisses his forehead, then his nose, then both cheeks. “Nothing to apologize for. I’m doing the groveling now, okay?”

Eddie’s mouth twitches into a faint smile. “Okay,” he repeats.

Steve grovels. All that night and the proceeding ones, too. He starts whispering Eddie’s praises when he’s brushing his teeth. Tells him how hot he looks when he’s on stage and when he’s been sick for three days. Says how lucky he is when Eddie spends two hours getting ready and when he’s just rolled out of bed, when he’s naked and when he’s fully clothed. Steve voices every thought he has on how beautiful handsome pretty his boyfriend is.

He does it until Eddie finally feels it in the looks Steve gives him, in the brush of his hands and the press of his lips, until, late one night, Steve asks, “can I tell you something cheesy?”

Eddie, already smiling, nods.

Steve’s face flushes in the orange light of his bedside table. He reaches out to brush a thumb over Eddie’s cheek. “Your eyes are the first thing I noticed about you,” he breathes, “I can't imagine ever being lonely again, as long as you’re looking at me.”

Smiling, Eddie burrows under the covers, crawling into Steve’s lap. His grin is so big it hurts, and he presses his face into the soft give of Steve’s stomach. “I love you,” he says, into the warmth.

Steve curls into him. “I love you, too.”

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest May Mayhem Bingo event.

we went down swingin' (yes we did)

Prompt: Too Many Beds | Word Count: 7117 | Rating: E | CW: Spouse Swapping, Some Cuckolding Kink, A Little Dash of Dom/Sub Vibes | POV: Eddie, Steve, Gareth | Relationship(s): Steddie, Gareth/Di (OC) + the Swinging Pairings | Tags: Future Fic, Everybody Lived Nobody Died, Middle Aged, Road Retired Corroded Coffin, Lifelong Friends, Bored Empty Nesters, Swinging, Key Party

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Eddie

Nancy is holding a fish bowl, and she shakes it at them with a grin when they walk in the front door. Eddie and Steve both dig into their pockets, and toss in their car keys in, as demanded. 

It was weird to arrive separately, and since everybody else did the exact same thing, the cul-de-sac is filled with more cars tonight than this party is indicative of, with every half of each couple in their own car. 

She walks away, and Eddie looks at Steve, "You sure about this?"

Steve runs his hand along Eddie's shoulders, squeezing, "It's just sex. But if you've changed your mind, we can slip away."

"She just took our keys!" Eddie hisses, and Steve digs into another pocket, pulling out his spare set. Eddie laughs. Steve is never unprepared. Eddie should have been ready for that.

"You wanna bail?" Steve asks, those big eyes giving him an out, because Eddie knows Steve would leave with him. They could just escape right back out the front door, and their friends wouldn't ever say a word. Probably wouldn't even be all that surprised. 

"Nah," Eddie says, he honestly does kind of want to see this crazy idea through. He thinks it's gonna be an adrenaline rush he hasn't had in years, an unknown. Something he hasn't felt since they retired from touring.

He's just nervous. Not about Steve, never about Steve, they're on solid ground. He just always gets nervous about a performance, and this feels like a performance. 

Eddie turns into Steve's chest, getting Steve to wrap his arms around him, hugging him tight. Kissing him. Like it's his last chance to do so, even though he knows that's not true.

"Do we just need to give Eddie Steve's keys and get it over with?" Goodie hollers from the other room, and Eddie smiles against Steve's mouth while raising his hand to flip Goodie off.

Everybody's laughing, and it makes him feel far more at ease. They're his friends. He just can't believe they all decided to actually do this. They've been talking about it for months, maybe a year.

What started as a group joke, has turned into reality tonight. 

They ate like everything was a normal group dinner night, like they just might play a board game after, when it most definitely is not. Eddie's knee is bouncing under the table. Steve rests his hand on it, settling him. 

"Want to run?" Steve whispers. Another out.

Eddie shakes his head no.  

Nancy stands at the end of the table and is shaking the mixed up keys. She has really spearheaded this whole night. "Okay. We're all friends here, if you decide you're not into it, for any reason, just tap out. Right?"

Everybody nods. 

"Okay, then. Robin goes first, right? Everybody else is still down for anything?" she asks, confirming one more time.

"Way to single me out," Robin says, acting like she's all offended. 

Eddie knows better. So, he can't resist fanning the flames. 

"Yeah!" Eddie chimes in, "That's rude, Nancy!" 

Nancy rolls her eyes, looking perturbed, "Sure. We'll just let her pull Steve's keys and see how fast she wants to be singled out." 

"Good point," Eddie quickly says, "proceed." 

And Nancy holds up the bowl, trying to keep it out of Robin's line of sight. She pulls a set and wiggles them. 

"Those are mine," Nancy says, and Eddie can see the blush creeping up Robin's neck. He wants to catcall them, but he restrains himself. He can be good. Sometimes. In theory.

When Nancy turns to add all the men's keys into the mix, Eddie leans over Steve and taps Robin on the thigh and she brushes his hand off. He grins. She's so embarrassed. He loves it.

Gareth is sitting back, relaxed, his arm stretched across the back of Di's chair. Eddie doesn't understand how he looks so calm. He figured Gareth would be a simmering ball of jealousy. But he looks chilled out in a way Eddie could only dream of feeling.

Maybe he's medicated.

Maybe he'll share.

"Vickie?" Nancy says, offering her the bowl next. Vickie pulls out a set of bare bones keys.

"Uh, mine," Jonathan says, and the room all kind of laughs.

"You're just straight up doing a partner swap," Eddie says, waving his finger back and forth, poking at them.

"Luck of the draw. Vickie, get your own keys out," Nancy orders, and Vickie shuffles through them until she has own pulled from the bowl. "If you're so smart, you can just go next," Nancy says, holding the bowl out to Eddie.

He swallows, and sort of glances in the bowl. She raises it higher.

He reaches in and fumbles around with them, feeling them out, like maybe he could identify Steve's car keys that way, and escape with his husband.

"Eddie!" Nancy snaps, and he grabs the closest set and pulls them out of the bowl. They're Jeff's. He knows it. Recognizes them.

Jeff laughs, as easy-going as he always is, "Oh, this should be interesting."

Steve laughs with Jeff, and Eddie elbows him. But he settles back in his chair. Jeff works. He knows Jeff. He can do this. No problem.

Then, Eddie watches as the rest of the keys are drawn and divvied out.

Seeing the mass exodus across the lawn is fucking weird. He feels like the neighbors must know what they've all agreed to do tonight. That, or they think a cult meeting has just adjourned. Eddie gets in his own car, and his instinct tells him to follow Steve. Of course, that's not what's happening tonight.

The caravan starts splitting off as they pull out of the cul-de-sac. Eddie watches as blinkers go on, and wrong, wrong, wrong pairs disappear together down different streets. 

Jeff turns on his blinker, and Eddie follows suit, turning when Jeff does, losing sight of Steve's car in the process.

Eddie squeezes the steering wheel. This is gonna be an interesting night, that's for damn sure.

Steve

"Tell me what you want, what you don't," Steve says, because he isn't going to feel around in the dark. He knows Di, and well, so there's no reason they can't talk this through together. 

Steve didn't have a preference on who he ended up with. That's a lie, he supposes, but only because he was concerned it'd be Nancy and then Eddie would read into things that aren't there, and haven't been there in over thirty years.

It's just sex.

"I want you to fuck me," she says, grinning at him. She's not shy, and knows what she wants. Steve appreciates that. There's no need to dance around what they're doing tonight.

"I can definitely do that," he says, grinning back at her.

He puts his hands in her hair, and presses his mouth to hers. It's weird. And it's weird that it's weird. He's kissed her platonically before. Hellos, goodbyes. But this is just different. The first thing he thinks is that he hasn't kissed a woman in years, decades. It's only been Eddie. 

The second: Gareth's gonna kill him.

Steve was surprised when she led him to their master bedroom. For some reason that never crossed his mind. Nobody is at their house tonight, so he supposes he doesn't have to think about it too hard. If this is what she's comfortable with, then he's good, too.

He sheds his jeans, letting them drop to the bedroom floor. He's already getting hard, and he cups himself through his underwear, speeding up the process. 

She's on her knees, watching, and when he finally tugs the waistband down, stripping totally, she scoots closer across the bed on her knees.

"Goddamn, I knew it," she says, wrapping her hand around his cock.

"You knew it?" he asks with a laugh. 

"Steve. You know we can all see the outline of your cock all the time, right? It's not a secret. We've all talked about it. For years."

"We?" he asks, gripping her shoulders. 

"Me, Chris, Barb. The wives."

He tilts his head back and laughs. Alright, then. 

"You could have just asked Nancy. Or Eddie."

"Where's the fun in that?" Di teases, and he grins at her. "Lucky Eddie. That's the consensus."

He laughs. Alright. He supposes he doesn't have anything to be embarrassed about, he's not totally unaware.

"Maybe don't say a word to Gareth. For both our sakes."

She giggles, letting go of his cock, taking his hand instead. Inviting him into her bed. He climbs in, and she pushes on his shoulder, getting him to lay back, then straddles him. She lifts her hips, palming him, giving him one more stroke as she's guiding him. 

And then he's in her. 

Sliding right in, she's so goddamn wet and ready. He lets out a long, low groan as he squeezes her hip, trying to regain some sense of control. It's been a long fucking time since he's been inside a woman. It's not better, just different. 

He'd forgotten how different. 

He's being hugged all the way down. All that wet, warm pressure down the entire length of his cock. He'd kind of forgotten.

"Oh, that's good," he says, and she starts setting her own rhythm. 

Riding him, hips working herself on his cock. Her hands in his hair, holding on. He knew, has always known, how much her and Gareth fuck. Has seen more than he's ever wanted to on the road, but he never expected he'd be the one inside her, on the receiving end. 

This is going better, easier, than he anticipated. He hopes everybody else is having the same experience.

Gareth

"You're not fucking me," Goodie says, and Gareth glares at him from his spot where he's slumped on the couch, arms crossed. 

"When did you hear me ask to?" Gareth snaps. If he's gonna be an asshole, Gareth will be one right back. 

Seriously, though? What's the plan? What are they gonna do? Stare at each other all night?

"So, what? We're just gonna sit here and stare at each other until the sun comes up?" Gareth asks. 

"Well, we could talk about how your wife is definitely getting fucked by Steve right now, if you want," Goodie offers like an asshole, but Gareth won't take the bait. 

"Well, when your wife comes home from getting fingerbanged by Chrissy she may never want to fuck your annoying ass again," Gareth snarks. He doesn't believe it, but Goodie started this childishness. He always drags Gareth down to his level. It's a given.

Goodie grumbles under his breath, but doesn't say anything.

This is rotten fucking luck. He gets paired up with Goodie, and Eddie gets paired with Jeff? And they've all spouse swapped in some way. It's like the universe is trying to blow up their band after they made it through the other side of moderate fame and the stress of touring unscathed, still friends. 

"We could go into my studio and play. See if we can write something. Be productive at least," Goodie suggests, and that's not a terrible idea. Not at all. Sure, songs don't start with the rhythm section, but they can jam a little, at the very least. Something might sound good and stick.

Eddie

Eddie can't stop laughing, and really, he's not sure that's what this night was supposed to bring forth. 

Jeff is just laying on the bed, taking it all in stride.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Eddie says, and Jeff just shakes his head.

"We don't have to do this," Jeff suggests, and Eddie knows it's to let him off the hook. He doesn't want off the hook, he just needs a minute to pull his shit together.

Maybe two. 

"No, no. I want to. I just need to get this out of my system," he says, and then bends over at the waist, laughing again.

Steve

He pushes her up against the sink, his hand gripping her slick hip. She just got out of the shower, but he's ready to go again. And she made it clear if he was ready, she was ready.

Nudging his cock along her hip, it slips along her wet skin.

"Yes," she says, and he pulls back, lining up, pushing back inside her. She moans, and he watches her grasp for the edge of the countertop, looking for something to hold onto. 

He reaches around a grabs a handful of her boob, thumbing at her nipple, "These fucking tits," he says. And they are so fucking good. He had no idea. Small, but don't look like any boobs he's seen on women her age. All he needs is a handful, and that's what he's got. 

"Harder," she demands, and he fucks her harder. Solid, punishing thrusts, his hips digging into her ass. Shoving her into the vanity with every stroke. 

She comes. She comes so fucking easy, he's learned. And isn't Gareth goddamn lucky. Squeezing his cock, spasming around him, and he just fights to hang on. 

Fucking her, one of her feet up off the floor, because she's so fucking short. He's got a great view of her back, and the tattoo she has for Gareth along her ribs. He's got one for Eddie on his chest. Both of them committed to this dog and pony show, and have been, since forever. When Corroded Coffin was making the circuit, city after city, tour after tour, bus after bus, plane after plane.

It was a hard life, but they all made it.

Steve slams his hips into her ass one more time, and comes with a long groan, catching her eyes in the mirror. She's smiling, and he smiles back.

He pulls out, and she turns, hoisting herself up onto the vanity. Pulling one leg up. He moves closer between her spread thighs, and she runs her fingers through his chest hair. 

He'd ask her if she's good, but he can tell that she is, and she reaches her arms up, getting him to bend down, so she can wrap them around his neck. 

So, he stays pressed against her until she plants her foot to his hip and pushes him back a step, and he's not sure why at first, until he looks down. She's leaking his come, right onto the marble, and she wanted him to see it.

Goddamn.

Gareth

It's a tasty fucking groove, even if he feels slightly off on this kit that isn't his own. Well, it is his. It's not like Goodie has other drummers over to play. It's just not his. It's a set bought for Goodie's small studio, not his regular kit at home, or his damn near dupe at Eddie's. Or even his old road backup kit that lives at Jeff's. The places he plays the most.

He doesn't spend a lot of time in Goodie's studio, none of them do, it's too small, and really just exists for Goodie to noodle around in alone. Recording ideas they might want to use later.

Goodie's clearly feeling it, and while they definitely don't write songs starting with the rhythm section, maybe Eddie and Jeff can work some magic with this. They don't tour, not anymore. A group decision he's never regretted. But they still put out music from time to time. When Eddie and Jeff aren't writing songs for other artists.

Playing like they are, it's almost easy to forget why they're here, just the two of them without Eddie and Jeff.

The final notes dying off, Gareth watches as Goodie unstraps his bass. Reaching for his drink up on the railing. The ice is melting, watering it down. It's warm in the little studio, and Gareth lifts his shirttail, wiping the sweat off his face.

They haven't played that hard just for fun in years. 

Standing, Gareth pushes his hair up and out of his eyes. He studies Goodie, changed out of the wife-approved clothes he wore to Nancy and Jonathan's earlier, now in his own ratty Corroded Coffin shirt that's seen a lot of shit over the years. Miles of road, decades spent together.

"You can fuck me if you want," Gareth blurts out without thinking first, chest still heaving. 

Goodie stills. Lowball glass pressed to his lips.

And Gareth hates that he said that. Hates that he ruined this good time they were having. Hates that Goodie's surely gonna—

—push him onto the ratty studio couch. Okay, that's not what he expected. 

Goodie reaches over, and puts down his glass, then crowds him. And Gareth lets him. This is what they were here to do tonight, even if Goodie acted like he had no interest. Goodie's all bluster. Gareth knows that. A hard shell you've got to chip away at, piece by piece, if you want to see the real deal inside.

"Have you ever?" Goodie asks, heel of his hand pressing down on Gareth's cock, already half-hard and trapped in his jeans.

"Gotten fucked?" Gareth clarifies.

Goodie nods. 

"Uh," Gareth says, weighing his options. Deciding how much he can handle Goodie knowing about him and his sex life. 

Goodie raises an eyebrow, waiting. Rubbing Gareth's cock a little harder. Like he's trying to work an answer out of him.

"Yeah," he says, "yeah. I have. Fuck."

Goodie pulls back, staring down at him.

"When did you get fucked? We were all attached at the hip as kids. I'd have known. You'd have made sure we all knew."

Gareth just looks at him. 

"Earth to Gare," he says, snapping his fingers.

Gareth takes a deep breath. He'll probably live to regret this. 

"Di has pegged me," he admits. 

Goodie's eyes get comically wide. 

"Shut up!" Gareth snaps, whacking him in the side.

Goodie laughs, rubbing at the spot Gareth hit him, "I didn't say anything! I knew she was freaky though. I just knew it. You've never deserved her." 

Gareth laughs. He doesn't disagree.

Eddie

Eddie grips Jeff's shoulder with his free hand. Laying face-to-face, jerking each other off. This he can do. Definitely.

Jeff's hand is firm, and Eddie looks at his face. Jeff grins, and Eddie can't help returning it. It feels really good. Different from Steve's hand. Guitar calluses that he's only used to feeling on his own fingers.

Eddie looks down between them, at their cocks being stroked, knuckles brushing. 

"Fuck," Eddie says, letting his head fall closer to Jeff's. Breathing against his lips.

And when Jeff kisses him, Eddie kisses him back. It's not even weird. Jeff's seen him in all manner of ways over the years, and this is just another one. He doesn't know why he was so in his own head.

Steve was right. Steve's always right. It's just sex.

Jeff's got a good rhythm going, a grip that is really working for Eddie. A firm grasp as he moves up and down. Then his thumb teases under the head of Eddie's cock, and that's it. He's gonna come. His whole body tenses, and he feels the rolling pleasure of his orgasm hitting him. Coming all over Jeff's hand and stomach. Cock twitching, heart hammering against his chest.

Fuck. He groans. That was good.

Eddie has slowed his own hand, not on purpose, but when he realizes, he pushes Jeff over onto his back, and slides down the bed, nudging his thighs apart.

He loves sucking cock, is good at it, and he wants to show off. Just a little. For his friend.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Jeff says as Eddie takes him deep right away, opening his throat, letting him slide in.

Eddie hums his contentment, and works him over real good. Cradling his balls, putting a little pressure on his taint, his whole bag of tricks.

Pulling back, allowing Jeff's cock to drag along his whole tongue, meeting Jeff's eyes as he does it. Eddie rubs the head of his cock along his bottom lip. Teasing him, before going deep again.

Jeff squeezes his shoulder, a warning, and Eddie just swallows around him. Feeling Jeff tense as he's coming down his throat.

Eddie eventually pulls back, giving the head one last lick that makes Jeff laugh.

Eddie wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning as he does it.

"You're quite the cocksucker," Jeff teases, and Eddie flops over onto his back, laughing. He really is. He's glad Jeff noticed. Flattery works on him. Always.

"Why, thank you, Jeffrey. I'm so glad you've acknowledged my area of expertise."

Gareth

Gareth's bent over the edge of the couch, and it's pretty fucking great. He's never been fucked by a real-life dude before, and Goodie is pounding into him. One hand resting on the small of his back, the other on his hip.

Gareth moans when he hits his prostate, head bowing toward the cushions. It's good. Warmer than getting pegged. Though, that has Di, and nothing will ever beat that.

But still. This is good. Really good.

"I'm gonna come," Goodie says, and Gareth reaches for his own cock, determined to get there, too. It's overstimulating in the best way.

"In you," Goodie pants, tapping Gareth's hip, "or out?"

"In," Gareth answers. It's Goodie. 

Goodie groans, slams his hips against Gareth's ass one more time, and comes with a long, loud moan.

Gareth's almost there, almost. He reaches his hand back, and finds Goodie's hip, "Stay in me, let me come," Gareth requests.

Goodie presses closer to Gareth's ass, keeping his softening cock snug inside Gareth. It feels so good, feeling full. He's always liked coming this way.

He strokes his own dick, forehead resting against the cushions.

When he comes his orgasm feels ripped from him. He tries not to make a mess all over the couch, but he feels too good to really think about anything else. He clenches down on Goodie's cock, and lets the last of the waves roll through him. Sighing as it slows to a stop.

"Can I pull out?" Goodie asks, thumb rubbing back and forth on the small of Gareth's back. 

"Yeah, yeah," Gareth answers, and when he does, Gareth feels empty. But really good, too.

He's glad he suggested it after all.

After they've gotten cleaned up, and he's wiped up his mess on the studio couch, he has a realization.

It's all on tape.

Audio only, thankfully. 

But still, there's proof of what they just did together.

Gareth just laughs. It's absurd. But they had fun. Which means hell must have frozen over. 

"We were still recording, weren't we?" Goodie asks, coming to the same conclusion Gareth had reached.

"Yeah. Be sure to cut that off the version we give Eddie." 

"No shit," Goodie says, but he's smiling. 

Eddie 

Eddie is resting the back of his head on Jeff's thigh, plucking at the guitar on his lap. Jeff's feet are up on the coffee table, and they've already written a song that Eddie kinda assumes they might be able to shop around. 

This isn't out of the ordinary. Not really. Whenever they're together this is usually what happens.

Maybe a little more touchy, but Eddie's handsy and always has been. Nobody would think twice if they saw them like this. It's only different because Eddie knows what they did earlier. 

"Do you have anything for the bridge?" Jeff asks, and Eddie keeps plucking his guitar, thinking. Not yet. But they'll come up with something. He knows they will. 

They always do. 

That's why they make the big bucks as a professional songwriting duo. If anything Eddie does could ever be considered professional, that is.

Steve

Steve is dressed, showered, and it's time to go. When he gets to the living room, she's on the couch, feet tucked under her, a cup of coffee resting on her knee. She's in a big fluffy robe. He leans down and kisses her on the cheek.

"See you for dinner?" Steve asks, because it's Sunday. And they always all get together on Sunday night for dinner. Just the four of them.

"Yep. I'm making pasta," she says, and it's business as usual. 

"I'll get stuff for a salad—" he says, but is interrupted by her phone ringing, making them both jump. Steve laughs. It's Gracie. And it's eight in the morning, so Steve waits.

Di's listening, and finally Steve asks, "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's good," Di says to Steve with a smile, then covers the receiver, "Sorority house drama."

Steve laughs, nodding. He can only imagine.

And then Di says into the receiver, "No, it's not Dad. It's Uncle Steve." 

She listens some more. 

"Gracie says hi."

"Hi, girlie!" Steve shouts. The girls are off at college, which seems impossible. But they are all empty nesters. That's how this whole idea started, he's pretty sure. Trying to recapture some wild youth they all experienced on the road, back when Corroded Coffin was touring hard. Before they retired from the road to let those who had decided to have kids, raise them. Now, those kids are all grown.

"No. Dad's on band business. Uncle Steve came and worked on the plumbing."

She says it with such deadpan boredom. Like he may have actually came over bright and early to snake the drain. He's sure Gracie would actually not even question that. Steve swats Di's arm, making her grin. She's evil, but he loves her. She's family.

If she's good, he can go. 

"You have fun with your little yappy lap dog when he gets home," he whispers, giving her a wink. He can't imagine how insufferable Gareth's gonna be. Not that expects Eddie to be any less high strung. He knows them both too well.

Di laughs, swatting his arm back in retaliation.

"Nothing, Uncle Steve's just being funny. He's leaving. Continue."

And he slips out the front door, walking down the driveway towards his car.

Eddie

He hears tapping. Somewhere. Faintly.

He pulls his headphones off, and glances around Jeff's studio. Chrissy is tapping on the glass, holding up his ringing phone, shaking it at him. 

It's Steve, she mouths.

Eddie hurries into the booth, snatching it from her, and she kicks him in the shin as he goes. He cackles as he runs back into the studio where they're paused for him, and swipes to accept.

"Are you ever coming home again, or have you left me for Jeff?" Steve asks, as soon as the call connects.

Eddie laughs, glancing at his watch. Shit. It's almost noon. 

"Yeah, sorry about that. Guess you'll just have to keep Di."

Gareth hops up from behind the kit, "The fuck if he will!!" 

Steve must have heard him, because he laughs in Eddie's ear. 

"Seriously, though. We wrote a song. It's good," Eddie explains. "And Gareth and Goodie wrote, too, and they somehow happen to fit together pretty damn nicely. It's like we were in sync from afar."

"Through your cocks," Steve teases. 

Eddie laughs. Yeah, maybe. 

"Can't wait to hear it," Steve adds.

"I'll be home in twenty minutes," Eddie says.

"So, you mean an hour," Steve banters back.

"Or two," Eddie teases. Steve knows him all too well.

Steve

Eddie flops on the bed, hair wet from his shower, and dripping onto his t-shirt, wetting his collar. It jostles Steve, who struggles to keep a hold of the book in his hand. He took a short nap, but he knew if he slept all day, he'd be fucked.

So, he's compromised by just lounging in bed, reading.

"Easy tiger," Steve says, but Eddie just presses his face into Steve's neck, sending cold droplets of water down his skin, and around the back of his neck.

Steve flinches, rolling his shoulder upwards, trying to combat the steady trickle that's escaping Eddie's hair to try and freeze him to death.

"Tell me everything," Eddie demands, and Steve lowers his book, resting it on his chest.

He looks at Eddie over the edge of his reading glasses, knowingly.

"What? Tell me!" Eddie demands, and Steve just grins. 

"Tell me about the new song."

"No! You won't distract me," Eddie argues. "Tell me the truth."

"You can't handle the truth!" Steve banters, and Eddie flops over onto his own pillow, laughing. 

Steve grins at him.

"It was good. It was just sex," Steve says, and Eddie turns his head, giving him a look. 

"It was just sex," Eddie repeats like he doesn't quite believe it.

"What? Was your roll in the hay with Jeff not just sex?" Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Mine was a comedy of errors. Jeff thought I was crazy."

"Jeff's always thought you were crazy, so nothing new there."

"I couldn't quit laughing," Eddie admits.

Steve grins, "Sounds about right."

Eddie scrubs his hands over his face, and makes a dramatic noise that Steve's all too familiar with. 

"You good?" Steve asks. 

Eddie looks at Steve as he pulls down his cheeks, stretching his lower eyelids downwards, like a weirdo. He's over fifty, but nothing ever changes. 

Steve puts his book on the end table, and rolls over, settling on top of Eddie, pressing his lips to Eddie's neck. 

"I'm good," Eddie answers. 

"You sure?" 

"Pretty sure."

"Want me to give you a — hard reset — just to make sure?" 

Eddie laughs, sliding his hands over Steve's shoulders, "You just want to get all the mileage you can out of your recreational boner pill. Which was cheating, by the way."

"It wasn't cheating!" 

"You don't have ED."

Steve laughs, he doesn't. No more than anyone else does at their age. He just wanted to make extra certain he could go all night, no matter what, no matter who. 

"Don't be jealous you didn't get to experience it. Di says hi by the way."

Eddie growls, and it's not menacing in the slightest.

"If you can't go again so soon, I get it," Steve taunts.

"Pants off, Harrington," Eddie demands, and well, Steve does what he says. 

Once stripped down and naked, Eddie straddles his thighs and squeezes. Then lifts his ass, like he's gonna slide right down on Steve's cock.

"Whoa, how about we don't try that," Steve laughs. They don't need an embarrassing trip to the emergency room.

Eddie doesn't listen, never does, and just grips Steve cock, guiding him as he sinks down. Easy, already loose. Of course he is. 

"I got ready in the shower. How do I compare?" 

Steve laughs, reaching up to push Eddie's wet hair out of his face, "You're crazy. You know there's nobody that compares to you."

"Good answer," Eddie says, working himself on Steve's cock. Steve's the one in him, but somehow he's just along for the ride, like always. Catering to Eddie's every whim. 

He wouldn't change a thing.

"Is your cock harder or has it just been a minute?" 

Steve laughs. Both. The answer is both. His dick is getting a little pharmaceutical boost, and it's been a while since Eddie's bottomed. Mainly because Steve just prefers to get fucked by him, but he gets that Eddie needs to plant his flag. Or, needs Steve to plant his, as it were. 

"Don't know what you're talking about," Steve lies, "it's always been this magnificent. All the women are saying so."

Eddie sighs, and wraps his arms around Steve's neck, "I don't care what the women are saying. It is. And you should only fuck me with it."

He sounds like he's teasing, but Steve knows him too well. If Eddie is one and done, Steve's one and done, too. 

That's more than okay with Steve, and he cups the side of Eddie's head, "Only you."

Gareth

"I already told you," she says, stirring the pot of sauce simmering on the stove, "we did it with the lights off. Under the sheets. He was a perfect gentleman."

Gareth tilts his head, "Diana Jones, I wasn't born yesterday."

She turns and grins, biting at her bottom lip, and he knows he's in trouble now. The next thing that comes out of her mouth may ruin him. He needs to hear it immediately. 

"He fucked me up against the bathroom sink. You wanna see the bruises on my hips?"

His cock throbs, hardening, trapped in his jeans. He palms at himself as she goes back to stirring.

Then she hits him with more. 

"I didn't change the sheets. You wanna smell him in our bed?"

And that's it. He can't be expected to just stand by idly. He grabs her around the waist, pulling her away from the stove as she squeals, tucking her feet up, letting him lift her off the ground. Then, he thinks better of it, pausing just long enough to reach over to turn off the burner on the stove. Putting the lid on the pot.

They might be a while. 

Only then does he jostle her in his arms, tossing her over his shoulder, swatting her on the ass. Hauling her towards their bedroom, like they're still kids. She's laughing, and he can't wait.

He puts her down on their bed, getting underdressed, and when he finally yanks down her underwear, she wasn't lying. There are faint bruises forming where her hip bones made contact with the marble sink. 

"I'll kill him," he says, sealing his mouth over one of the bruises, sucking. If she wants bruises, they'll be his. Not Steve's.

She whines, grabbing a fistful of his hair, letting him get it out of his system before guiding him downwards. He buries his face in her pussy, and breathes deep. Then, presses his tongue into her. There's nowhere else on earth he'd rather be than between her thighs.

"Do you still taste him?" she asks, and he pulls back just long enough to rub his stubble against her sensitive inner thigh. Eyes meeting hers.

She giggles, and he goes back to eating her out in earnest. But she just keeps talking. 

"He came inside me so many times, Gare. He fucks just like you think he would. Eddie's so lucky." 

She's taunting him, he knows what she's playing at. And maybe it's his fucking imagination, but he thinks he can taste him, but he'll mark his own territory soon enough. Right this wrong.

She's just gotta come first, and he's the expert on making that happen. Not Steve. Not anyone else. Just him. He's had years to perfect his craft. 

"Right there," she says, and he shoves two fingers inside her, tip of his tongue running circles over her clit, knowing that'll help nudge her over the edge.

It does. She has barely finished jerking from her orgasm, when she turns the tables, grabbing his shoulders. He lets her manhandle him, turning him onto his stomach. Then her hand is pressing the back of his head, forcing his face into the sheets, both of his hands in hers as she pulls them backwards, securing them behind him.

"Breathe deep," she says, "I got so wet for him. Before, after, feeling his come leaking out of me all over our sheets."

"Di," he says, but he presses his face into the soft cotton that does smell like sex, and not just their sex.

He grinds his hips into the bed. 

"If I let your hands go, are you gonna be good?" she asks, and he nods. He will. He leaves them clasped behind his back, right where she put them.

She nudges his knees apart.

"Feel it?" she asks, and then her slick fingers, wetted from her own pussy, are pressing against his asshole, "Did you get fucked without me, too?" 

He nods. He did. And she pushes her fingers into him, one then two. He's loose enough, but he still whines. This is the hottest, dirtiest thing they've ever done and they've done some raunchy shit together over the years.

"I wanted him to fuck my ass so bad," she says, "but he wouldn't fit."

Gareth's whole body tenses, his cock jumping, throbbing, trapped against the dirty sheets.

"He's that big, Gare. Maybe you'd like him to fuck you," she says, twisting her fingers inside him, finally making contact with that bundle of nerves that lights his whole body on fire. He wants to ask for the whole thing, the strap, all of it.

But he just lets her run the show. 

He isn't surprised when she lets him up, and shifts their positions until he's back over her.

Gareth knows what she wants, and he slides into her, as he imagines Steve doing the same thing. He wonders how he did it. What speed, what rhythm, as he starts hammering into her. Hard. Fast. 

Just like she likes it when she's this worked up.

She's moaning, thumb brushing her own nipple. He knocks her hand away and does it himself.

"I'm so fucking jealous," he says, and she covers his hand with her own, pressing his hand into her chest, right over her heart.

"Gare," she says, far softer now. "It was just sex."

He slows his pace, just grinding into her. Rolling his hips, just like she likes, pressing his pubic bone against her clit. 

"No, no, I know. And it was Steve. I trust Steve, like, if I could have handpicked anyone there? I'd have picked him. Because I'd have no doubt you'd be taken care of," he admits, and that's the fucking truth. He only trusts Eddie more, and he cannot imagine Eddie having sex with a woman, even if Gareth knows he has before. It's still a foreign concept.

Steve, though.

"Then why are you jealous?" she asks, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

He's not sure. But it's bubbling inside him.

"I didn't get to watch," he finally says, and she grabs at his side, squeezing his love handle as she comes, pulsing all around him, hugging his cock while involuntarily trying to push him out at the same time. 

He loves that feeling, has always loved it.

"You…you wanted to watch?" she asks on an exhale, a whine, as he keeps rocking into her. 

And, yeah. He thinks he would have enjoyed that quite a bit. Which is kind of a new revelation. He's definitely never thought of sharing her before the key party talks started. 

But now. At least pondering the idea of what happened last night. Yeah, maybe.

He nods, "My imagination can't possibly do it justice."

"If we ever decide to play again, you can watch," she promises. "Fuck, please. But right now? I just want you."

And that's all he wants, too.

Steve

"Hey, darlin'," Eddie says, taking the covered dish from Diana's hands when they walk into the kitchen. She was in charge of the main dish this week, and he's pretty excited. He's never had anything she's made that he hasn't liked.

And Eddie isn't destroying their kitchen with dirty dishes. So, win-win.

Gareth walks by Steve, and reaches out, tapping the back of his hand against Steve's dick. A little harder than necessary, Steve thinks.

"Ow," Steve giggles, cupping his junk, and Gareth laughs. 

"You fucked my wife," Gareth says, like that wasn't the whole idea. 

"You can fuck my husband if you want to," Steve suggests, teasing.

"No, he definitely cannot!" Eddie declares, and they all laugh. 

Gareth leans up in Steve's face, and smacks a kiss against Steve's lips, "I don't know what you did to my wife, you goddamn animal, but we fucked about it all afternoon. Thanks, man." 

Then he winks, and Steve shakes his head, laughing. 

"I could always give you a demo if you want. Teach you a thing or two," Steve says, taunting him. 

Gareth shakes his fist at Steve, and Di slides in front of Steve, getting between them. Steve wraps both arms around her shoulders, hugging her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head. 

It's nothing he hasn't done a million times before, but watching Gareth's blood pressure rise in real time is sorta fun. They're close, have always been close, all of them. Now, they're just a little bit closer in an unexpected way.

"Yeah, Gare. You want a demo?" she asks, teasing, but Steve feels like there's more to it the way color spreads across Gareth's cheeks. It's interesting. Gareth might actually like that.

He's a horny little freak, though, always has been, so Steve's not too surprised. Not really.

Gareth crowds in close, pressing up against Di, wrapping his arms around the both of them, squeezing, pressing his fingers into Steve's back, probably a little harder than he really needs to.

"Stop that, all of you. We're not having an orgy," Eddie says from where he's putting a salad together. It's their Sunday tradition. "We're having dinner. That's it."

They all laugh, and Steve feels relieved it's all so normal. Di takes a step away from him, and he lets her go. She sits at the table next to Gareth, and Steve walks over and wraps his arms around Eddie's middle, hugging him from behind, "No orgies. Got it. Who knew Eddie Munson would be the prude among us?"

Eddie spins, salad tongs in hand, putting them right in Steve's face, "You take that back! I'm a freak!"

Steve laughs, and holds up his hands in concession, "My bad. You're a freak."

"He's not a freak, he's an imposter," Gareth says.

Eddie growls at him, and it's far less scary than he thinks it is. But they all just humor him, like they always do.

Steve carries the salad to the table, and Di takes the lid off the pasta. It's all so normal, and they easily fall into regular conversation. Like they didn't do something new last night.

"We've got a good one," Eddie says, "the song. We're keeping it for us. It's a Corroded Coffin song. Could be a single. Hell, maybe we'll do an EP."

Gareth is nodding, "He's not wrong. Songs don't usually come together that quick."

"That's what she said," Eddie jokes.

"She definitely didn't," Steve banters, and Gareth kicks him under the table.

So, nothing's changed. That's good.

Eddie

Steve's bending over in the fridge, looking for pie he bought for dessert. Eddie bangs his groin into Steve's ass, sending him off balance, making him laugh. Eddie squats beside Steve, looking lower, finding it on the bottom shelf. He presents it to Steve on both hands, making him laugh.

Steve takes it from his hands, and places it on the counter to be cut, as Eddie starts a pot of coffee. Eddie can hear Gareth and Di talking in the living room, and he knows he was worried for nothing. 

It was only sex.

And what's a little sex between friends?

And if you want to write your own, or see more entries in this pop-up, check out @corrodedcoffinfest to see other entries for the May Mayhem Bingo Event!

Notes: Title from Swingin' by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers, which has nothing to do with a key party. (But everything to do with Di, lol.) However, Brief Encounters by Franz Ferdinand is much more likely about that, and it definitely got some listening time while writing this.

May Mayhem has been so much fun, writing borderline unhinged things I'd never probably considered before. 🤣

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Prompt: Childhood Enemies | Word Count: 2889 | Rating: G | POV: Al, Eddie, Steve| Relationships: Eddie / Steve, Eddie & Wayne | CW: Child neglect, emotional abuse by not setting boundaries, use of f-slur (but not in a totally negative way), parent death, grief, teacher abuse | Tags: Al dies, good uncle Wayne, good brother Wayne, complicated feelings of grief

This is an entry for @corrodedcoffinfest's May Mayhem Bingo.

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Hello! I offer you another fic where an abusive father dies and the son has a lot of complicated feelings about it! In my head, this is in the same AU as Steve / Eddie meet ugly and Eddie unionizes Melvard's fic but they should be all standalone. Al uses the f slur in this fic, in a "he's being a terrible ally but he's kinda got the spirit but also not really" kinda way. You'll see what I mean. There's also descriptions of him being an absolute nightmare to Eddie's teachers.

Baby Brother

Al opens his eyes. The first thing he can make out through the haze of pain is his stupid fucking older brother Wayne. The cuffs tying him to the bed are digging into his frail wrists. The constant beeping makes it impossible to go back to sleep.

"How are you feeling?" Wayne asks.

"Just peachy," Al grunts, "what are you doing here?"

"Warden called," Wayne says simply, "are you sure you're doing alright? I can ask them for more morphine if that'd be helpful, or I could—"

"Where's Eddie?" Al snaps, cutting him off, "where did you hide my son?"

Wayne's face stays, as always, infuriatingly neutral. "He's on his way," he says, "get some shut-eye if you can. Save the energy. Yeah?"

Fucker.

All Al ever wanted in life was to be loved, to make those around him happy and comfortable, to make sure that no one else would have to go through the poverty and deprivation he did in his childhood. He'd tried so hard. Hatched so many schemes. Tried to having a family. Tried a traditional job. Tried thinking outside of the box. Did everything anyone said he should do. And all that did was land him here, cuffed to a bed, dying of something, cut off from everyone he'd ever held dear, with only his boring, thieving older brother by his side. Al huffs and tugs fruitlessly at the cuffs. Wayne produces a towel from somewhere and stuffs it in between his wrists and the cuff. It's suffocating.

Fucker.

Al doesn't have the strength to rip the piece of cloth out. But he glares, hoping to get it across that Wayne, who stole his son, stole his wife, sent him to jail, is the last person he wants at his deathbed. In his younger, more carefree days, he would have ranted on about exactly what he thought of Wayne. For now, he holds his tongue, saving his energy for his son.

"He's on his way," Wayne says again.

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"Wayne!" Eddie gasps, rushing through the hospital. Wayne gives him a small nod from just outside the hospital room. His hands twitch, as if he doesn't know what to do with it. Eddie takes Wayne's hands in his and squeezes tight. Wayne doesn't pull away. He even accepts a bear hug from Steve.

Steve helps him escort Wayne to the slightly more comfortable chairs in the waiting room, despite Wayne's protests. Wayne looks like shit. He keeps twitching, keeps trying to go back to Al's bedside. His hands shake and his lips quiver. Eddie holds his hands, keeping him in place, while Steve goes off to find something for Wayne to eat. He smells like he hasn't been drinking either.

"Wayne. We got a hotel. You should go take a nap right? Please? Last thing we need is for you to keel over—"

"Aren't you going to go see your daddy boy?" Wayne interrupts.

"What?"

"Al's dying son," Wayne says, "don't know how long he'll hold on. I… you sure you don't wanna say good-bye?"

"Why the fuck would I want to say good-bye to that asshole?" Eddie snaps, "good riddance."

Wayne flinches like Eddie struck him.

"You're more my dad then he'd ever be," Eddie plows on, clutching at Wayne's hands, holding on, harder, harder, praying to every pantheon he knows that he's managing to convey the full extent of his sincerity through their contact, "you get that? It's not your fault if I don't say good bye. You did nothing wrong. You saved my life. I'm here for you. Steve's here for you. So we can help with the paperwork and whatever else you'd need. And right now, I'm so worried about you Wayne. When was the last time you slept? Drank? Ate?"

Wayne doesn't reply.

"Wayne, please, the only dad I see here is you. And if Al fucking Munson hurt you in anyway, I swear to god I'll—"

"'m sorry," Wayne mutters, "'m not… not asking for you to talk to Al for your sake."

Eddie chews his lips, trying to swallow down a bad feeling that he'd just said something incredibly cruel without meaning to. They fall into a tense, unfamiliar, uncomfortable sort of silence.

"Please. Can you play nice? For me?" Wayne finally asks, "I know he did you wrong Eddie. And you don't have to forgive him. Ever. Shouldn't really. But…"

Wayne's face crumples and he clutches Eddie's hands so hard it feels like they might break. Eddie squeezes back.

"He's my baby brother Eddie. My baby brother is dying in cuffs. And all he's asking for is his son. Please," Wayne pleads.

At some point Steve had come back with soda and snacks. He puts a gentle hand on Eddie's shoulder. Eddie feels them drop away from his ears.

"I'm here. What do you need?" Steve asks, kneeling between him and Wayne.

Wayne's looking at the floor with tears flowing down his face. Eddie thinks about everything Wayne did for him and grits his teeth. Fuck it. One time. For Wayne.

"Can you stay with Wayne?" Eddie asks Steve. Steve frowns, concerned. Eddie gently brushes away the wrinkle between Steve's brows. "I'll be alright. Gonna be in and out."

------

It's been five years since Eddie last laid eyes on Al Munson.

He didn't look great then either. Al is more than a decade younger than Wayne, not that anyone would be able to tell, not with the way years of drugs and general lack of self-care had worn away at his face. But now he's…

He's so small. So yellow. So strange.

Eddie forces himself to step forward. He pulls out a plastic chair that Wayne must have been sitting on for hours by himself and sits his ass down. Al doesn't stir and Eddie hopes that maybe, just maybe, Al would just die like this and they wouldn't have to talk at all.

But of course, that rat bastard would do the opposite of what he wants.

"Eddie?" Al whispers. Eddie tries not to wrinkle his nose at the waft coming from his mouth.

"My son. You came to say good-bye," Al says. The cuffs jangle as he struggles to reach out. Eddie grabs Al's yellowed claws. There's a soft cloth wrapped around Al's wrist, protecting him from the sharp metal of the cuff. Probably Wayne's doing.

"Hi.. Pops," Eddie says gently, "long time no see."

"Too busy for your old man?" Al pouts, "could have been too late you know. I held on. Just for you."

"Sorry, you know how it is," Eddie says, echoing what Al had told him, time and time again, for every missed birthday, every missed outing, every missed promises. "Been busy."

"Living out that rockstar dream?" Al says with a dimpled grin.

"Kinda. I'm still doing music on the side, but I got a day job as a mechanic. And uh… me and my uh…" Eddie clenches his eyes shut and gathers the courage. "My boyfriend are thinking about buying a house together. So that's been a fucking thing."

"Your boyfriend?" Al asks, confused.

"Yeah. My boyfriend," Eddie says with emphasis. He's not sure why he's doing this now. The plan was to walk in, be nice, let Al spew his usual drivel about being a father son crime dream team that'll take over the world then leave and never look back. But this wouldn't be the first time his mouth started running without his input. Maybe his subconscious is trying to get Al to kick him out, so he could cut this short.

Or maybe the pathetic, stupid nine-year-old in him still wants approval from dear old Pops.

"So I was right, you're a fag," Al says nodding wisely. Eddie moves to jerk his hand away and Al holds on with the little strength he's got.

"No, no, not in a bad way," Al insists, "all the rock stars are fags now. Sensitive and shit. Knew you had it in ya. Knew you were going to strike it big. Course you're a fag."

"Oh, er, yeah. I guess?"

"He treat you right?" Al asks.

"Yeah. He's… amazing," Eddie hears himself overshare, "he's brave and smart and funny. He'll move mountains for me and his kids even if he's going to bitch about it the entire time."

"Good. 'M glad you're happy," Al says, "when am I gonna meet him?"

Never, Eddie thinks.

"Soon. He travels for work, but he's excited to finally come home and meet you," he lies.

"Gotta get my…" Al stutters, "my shotgun ready."

"Sure. I'll let him know to be on his best behavior," Eddie snorts.

"Wayne know?"

"Yeah he does."

"Look son," Al strains to try to get closer. Eddie leans forward and helps arrange him in a slightly more seated position. Al grins. There's those matching fucking dimples again.

"Look son," Al continues as if nothing had happened, "I know Wayne's probably giving you a hard time. Man's always been a bore and a square," he gasps for breath before barreling on, "but you and me. We know what it's like to be judged and berated for just living our lives. All these squares and fuddies trying to put their nose where they don't belong."

"Mhm," Eddie says noncommittally.

"You tell me if Wayne gives you even a little bit of shit and I'll set him straight ya hear?" Al demands. "It's you and me Eddie. You and me. We're gonna make it. And we're gonna show them. Doesn't matter if you're a fag as long as you got someone nice. That treats you right. Not like that mama of yours."

Eddie can feel a strain in his jaw as he fights to keep his expression neutral. Al's starting to fade out. He babbles some more about how he's got some great schemes set up, about how he's going to kickstart Eddie's rockstar journey, about how he's gonna make sure Eddie doesn't have to slum it up in that stupid car shop. And Eddie hums occasionally and waits forever for Al to drift off.

He looks back before he leaves for good, at Al's yellow face. And he doesn't understand the sudden wave of grief.

------

Eddie's quiet.

Steve taps his finger on the steering wheel, trying to breathe. They're used to comfortable silences. This is something different. He wonders if he should have insisted that Eddie stay behind with Wayne at the hotel, let him drive over to this diner and pick up their food. But Eddie had seemed so upset when he came back out to the waiting room. Wayne seemed so guilty. He thought maybe the space would help. It doesn't seem to be helping. Eddie's looking out the window, eyes vacant. He's hands are down on his thighs. He's so still, so small. It reminds him of what he looked like right after the Vecna fight, lying still in the ICU with all those tubes coming out. Maybe seeing Al reminded him? Maybe he was mad at Wayne for insisting? Is Wayne going to be alright?

"Can we pull over?" Eddie mutters finally.

"Yeah? Yeah, sure. Yeah. Erm…" It takes a bit to find a small shoulder to pull over on. Eddie sags back in his chair once the car stops.

"Is everything ok?" Steve prods. Normally, he'd be happy to let take Eddie as long as he wants, but Wayne needs food, no matter how much the old man insists that he's not hungry.

"I'm starting to think," Eddie starts, trying and failing to keep his tone light, "that maybe telling my uncle that I'm glad his brother is going to die was maybe not the best, most tactful thing to say in that moment."

Eddie sighs. He grabs a strand of his hair and wraps it around his lower jaw. Steve makes sympathetic noises and watches mayflies buzz outside the window.

"Did he say something?" Eddie asks.

"Just. You know. It's Wayne. So he didn't say much," Steve says cautiously.

Eddie snorts and nods. "Don't I know it."

"He did talk about Al's favorite doughnut shop, and how Al would go out of his way to buy some for Wayne, even when none of them had any money, just to make Wayne happy," Steve says, "said it was the thought that counted. Said Al was full of joy and chutzpah. A real special dude."

"Special dude," Eddie scoffs, "Wayne doesn't even like donuts. Real fucking special."

"Was he a dick to you?" Steve asks sharply.

"No, he's never a dick to me to my face," Eddie muses, "he's a fucking dick to Wayne though. Never has a nice thing to say about him when Wayne's pulled through for him more times than I can count."

Eddie shifts in his chair and looks over at Steve, eyes wet. "The last time I saw him outside of jail," he starts again, "was at the Hideout. I don't even know how he knew we were going to perform. He was cheering so loud. Tried to buy all of us beer. Said he was going to make me big. Said he was going to get me a better guitar. He wouldn't shut up about the time he gave me my first guitar and taught me how to strum a few shitty notes. You and me, he says. It's a fucking mantra. You and me. The same. You and me. Me and that fucking waste of fucking space always conquering the world and striking it rich in that stupid fuzzy head of his. And it was so fucking enticing when I was too young to know any better."

"You're nothing like him," Steve says, putting a hand over Eddie's thighs.

"No, I'd hope not," Eddie breathes out, "thanks to Wayne."

"Anyway, he offered me heroin that night," Eddie continues, "he offered me heroin then he got arrested the day after because it turned out he'd just scammed a bunch of money from dozens of people including Wayne and my other aunts and uncles. If it weren't for Wayne, I would have gotten kicked out of the family by proxy."

"Shit," Steve offers weakly.

"So why am I so fucking sad?" Eddie wails. Steve climbs over the cupholders to squeeze into the passenger seat with Eddie. They wrap around each other. Eddie buries his face into Steve's chest and Steve watches the streetlight flicker across Eddie's wiry hair.

"I wish Wayne would hate him," Eddie babbles, "I wish I would hate him. Really hate him. Laugh in his face and spit on his grave hate him. You know when my first grade teacher asked him, real nice even, to please get me to actually show up to class and participate a little bit, he cussed her out real loud and long right in front of me? Told me I did nothing wrong and I was too smart for that stupid bitch?"

"He buys me a guitar. Teaches me to play. Promises to stick around and become a big father son duo. Then the next week, he's gone again months because music doesn't pay the bills and he's got to get a nice big house so I never want for anything," Eddie says, burying his fingers into Steve's back, "then just when I'd start getting settled with Wayne, he'd come flying back, pull me out of school, and take me somewhere stupid expensive like Disney World or Six Flags. Fed me full of shit and made me fucking impossible to deal with. I have no idea how Wayne didn't kick me out. He made me feel like Wayne was my enemy for fucking taking me to the dentist and making me go to bed and getting me to stay in school."

"It's tough right? When someone… keeps giving you hope?" Steve volunteers. Al's apparent sudden, big gestures of love remind him of what his Mom used to do whenever she felt guilty about the amount of time Steve spent alone. He remembers the hope, after every big event, that maybe this time they'd stick around.

"Well, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me right?" Eddie hiccups.

"Hey, don't shame my boyfriend for wanting his dad to be better," Steve protests, carding through Eddie's curls.

"He was still delusional about how it's just me and him against the world, and how he's going to strike it big," Eddie muses, "and I wish… just once… that he'd drop the act, and see himself. He doesn't even have to see me. Just develop an ounce of self-awareness." His voice wobbles. "And I guess it's hitting me. Now he never will."

"But you know he's wrong," Steve croons, "it's not just him and you."

"No," Eddie says, nodding, "you and me. Me and the brats. Me and the band. Me and Wayne."

Eddie pulls apart from Steve and looks at him with wet, adoring eyes. "Thanks," he whispers.

"I didn't do anything," Steve protests. His protests turn to giggles as Eddie cuts him off with a deep kiss.

------

Wayne's looking a lot better when they get to the hotel. He's showered, and he doesn't look like he's a thousand miles away anymore. Steve watches Eddie tease his uncle and coax him to eat a few more bites of the pancakes they got for him and knows they'll be alright.

[nostarfights]

Chapter Six of Made Your Mark

Pairing: sugardaddy!rockstar!Eddie Munson X fem!reader

Summary: You and Eddie take some time to figure out the direction your relationship/arrangement is going in.

Warnings: One use of (y/n), a little cursing, smut

Word Count: 4.2K

a/n: i haven’t written smut in a loooong time so bear with me lol

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The time was now 7 p.m. and it had been a few hours since your mind had started to race and for now, your mind was clear as Eddie drove you home, silence blanketing the two of you for the third time that day. There was so much you both wanted to say but your fears continued to hold you back. These fears started to fill your minds, fears of coming off too strong, these intense feelings of love not being reciprocated and the fact that you fell in love with each other seemingly overnight. These fears easily filled your mind as you watched the sun set. But before either of you could allow your minds to become too busy, Eddie pulled up in front of your apartment building and parked his car.

Not giving you the chance to open your own door, Eddie quickly turned his car off and raced over to the passenger side door, opening it for you once he reached that side of the car. “Thanks, Eddie. I really enjoyed the time we spent together today.” you told him, a soft smile rolling out across your lips while you stepped onto the sidewalk, not wanting to say more than this in this moment out of fear that you might become too tempted to tell him how much you loved him.

A soft smile appeared on Eddie’s own face as your eyes met and he closed the door behind you, a nearby streetlight making a twinkle appear in his eyes. You truly loved that man more than anyone or anything else in this world.

“I’m glad, pretty girl. I enjoyed every second of today.” he replied with a quick wink, hinting at the kiss you two shared, successfully making you blush for what felt like the millionth time today. And as flirty as he was being in this moment, Eddie hoped that you couldn’t tell that he hadn’t wanted to take you home at all. He wished that the time you spent together today could last forever, he never wanted you to leave his sight. But all good things must come to an end.

You tightly hugged Eddie and gave him a quick kiss goodbye on his cheek before you started to head up to your apartment. As much as you adored spending time with him, you really felt like you needed some time apart from him to process your feelings and what the future could hold for you if you told him about these feelings. And as you walked away from him, Eddie could tell that there was something that had been occupying your mind for a little while now. He hoped again that it didn’t have to do with his worry about you not loving him back. But as for now, all he could do was continue to hope that this wasn’t the case and try to keep his mind clear of that worry. 

Before he drove off, Eddie sent you $3000 for the time you spent together, put his phone on do not disturb and set it in the cup holder next to him. You’ll figure out a way to get through this, he mentally reassured himself as his car pulled away from the curb and he started to drive back to his house. Everything would be okay in the end, he was sure of it.

Upon entering your apartment for the first time since you had left that morning, you closed the door behind you and briefly set your bag down by the door as you slipped your shoes off again. You then grabbed your bag, went over to your bedroom and got unready for the day in complete silence as your mind raced, not playing music while you went through your nighttime routine like you usually did. Your mind was filled with what you had been thinking about in the car as well as how the hell you were going to tell your best friend that you fell in love with your sugar daddy. 

Once you had finished getting unready for the day, you slipped into your bed and thanked Eddie for the money, you called Steve. As you waited for him to pick up the phone, your heart started to pound and you quickly decided that you were going to tell Steve what happened flat out. No beating around the bush. He picked up on the fifth ring, “Hey, what's up?” Steve said, sounding excited to hear from you, easing some of the nervousness you were currently feeling. “Steve, there’s something I need to tell you.” you admitted, your heart still pounding. After hearing the nervousness in your voice, Steve started to worry a little. Was everything okay? What was making you so nervous? 

“What is it, (y/n)?” he replied, now also feeling nervous as he waited for you to speak again. You let a small sigh escape your lips and told him the truth, “I’m in love with Eddie and I can’t escape or ignore my feelings anymore. I don’t know what to do, Stevie. I feel so stupid for falling in love with him so quickly.” you told him, almost making Steve’s heart stop in his chest.

After hearing about how well your first date with Eddie had gone, Steve had a small suspicion that this would end up happening, knowing you. But considering what’s he heard from you, Eddie seemed like a good guy that wasn’t going to hurt you so he decided to help you come up with a solution that would benefit both you and Eddie instead of telling you to leave him like he had done with the not so great guys you dated in the past. 

“Listen, I understand where you’re coming from, I do. You know I’ve been in a similar position a couple times before but I need you to know that you’re not stupid. How about I come over and we can come up with a solution to this?” he replied, only wanting to comfort his best friend right now. “Yes, please.” you told him right away, knowing that it would probably be a good idea to talk all of this through in person. “Alright, I’ll see you soon.” Steve quickly said before hanging up. In the meantime until Steve got to your apartment, you put your phone on do not disturb as well and put your attention on the tv in your bedroom. 

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Thirty minutes had passed now since Steve told you he was coming over to help you out and you had started to distract yourself with your tv, trying your absolute hardest to not text Eddie or think about him. But just as the thought of Eddie began to enter your mind again, you heard a timely knock on your front door, signalling to you that Steve was here. So, you turned your tv off and dragged yourself out of your bed so that you could let him in. 

Upon entering your apartment and quickly taking off his shoes at the door, Steve gave you a one-armed hug, a bag of food from a local restaurant you both liked in his other hand. “Hey.” he said as he hugged you, making you smile a little. “Hi, Stevie.” you replied, that nickname you had for him making him smile too. You then swiftly grabbed the bag from his hand and went over to set it down on your coffee table, prompting Steve to grab some utensils for the two of you from your kitchen as you got comfortable in your usual spot on your couch. 

Once Steve sat down a few moments later, handed you your food and got comfortable himself, he started the conversation you had been dreading a little since you weren’t the biggest fan of talking about your feelings. “Tell me everything.” he simply requested, giving you the space you to empty your mind of every Eddie related-thought it had been filled with since you met him. “As cliche as it sounds, the second I saw him for the first time, I felt myself falling in love with him. And ever since then, it’s like I’ve been falling more and more in love with him everyday. But because of our arrangement and the fact that we haven’t known each other for that long, I feel like I’m not allowed to be in love with him. And because of that, I've got this war going on in my mind. I want to tell him how I feel so bad but at the same time I don’t because I worry that he doesn’t feel the same. But I also have this tiny suspicion that he does love back because of how he treats me. He’s just my sugar daddy and yet he’s more loving and affectionate then anyone I’ve dated in the past. I want to be his so badly but I also don’t want to feel like I’m overstepping if I told him that I’m in love with him. I feel like I’m drowning in my thoughts and the love I have for him.” you explained, sighing again now that you had gotten all of that out, prompting Steve to let out a big deep breath of his own as he processed everything you had just said.

“First off, I don’t blame you for falling in love with him so quickly. Hell, if a guy like him was into me, I would fall in love right away too,” Steve said, making you laugh a little, “Anyway I know you’ve got a big heart and a lot of love to give. But I think you should wait a little longer to tell him how you feel, like a few more weeks or something. That way when you tell him that you love him, your relationship won’t feel so fresh. Y’know?” Steve suggested and you had to admit, this solution sounded like a good way to go. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” you agreed as you then set your food down on the table so that you could hug Steve, “Thanks for always being there for me, Stevie. I really appreciate it, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” you told him as you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed. “Of course, I’ll always be here for you. I know you'd do the same for me anyway.” he replied, hugging you back as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

As for the rest of the night, you and Steve went on as if you hadn’t just had a very serious conversation about your love life, helping you forget about the internal conflict you had dealing with for a little while. 

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Meanwhile, once Eddie had gotten home not long after he had dropped you off and got comfortable on his own couch, he called Dustin. Now, while Dustin was younger than him, Eddie always found him to be brutally honest in his advice from when they first became friends to now. Which is exactly why Eddie chose to call him. And like you, while he waited for Dustin to pick up the phone, he too felt his heart start to pound. 

When Dustin did pick up the phone, Eddie started to explain everything that was going on. From becoming a sugar daddy to why he was on a sugar daddy site to discovering your profile and meeting up with you to falling in love with you the first time he ever laid his eyes on you to the day you two had just spent together that caused him to fall more in love with you to how his mind had been racing about whether he should tell you that he loves you or wait a little while longer.

“It’s just, I love her more than anyone else and I feel so stuck because what if she doesn’t love me? All I want is her but I don’t want to come off too strong.” Eddie said, ending his explanation. Dustin let out a deep breath as he processed everything Eddie had just told him, laughing a little at Eddie worrying about you not loving him back. “Dude, you’re so blind. From what you’ve just told me, it’s so clear that she loves you. I mean, she probably wouldn’t have kissed you back if she didn’t at least like you.” Dustin answered, easing some of Eddie’s worries. 

“I guess, but what should I do? I feel so stuck.” Eddie replied as Dustin quickly thought up a solution. “How about this? Wait a few more weeks, get to know her more then tell her how you feel. I’m sure it’ll all be okay.” Dustin proposed, making Eddie feel a bit more relaxed now that he actually had an idea of what he was going to do. “Yeah, I’ll just give this more time.” Eddie agreed, his heart now no longer pounding.

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But once Steve had gone home for the night after a few hours and Eddie’s call with Dustin had ended, you were both alone again and desperately yearning for one another. You both loved each other so much to the point where you felt as if you were almost bursting at the seams, but you knew that these solutions would benefit you both so the two of you continued to keep your feelings under wraps. 

You had tried to go to sleep not long after Steve left, but it was no use, you just couldn’t get Eddie and your love out of your mind. But for once, you didn’t fight or ignore these feelings, you welcomed them. You loved Eddie Munson and for once since you first fell in love with him, you came to terms with your feelings and situation. You felt free. As you laid in bed and let yourself think about Eddie, you reminded yourself that everything would be okay in the end, no matter what ended up happening. But for the time being while you were still wide awake, you decided that you might as well get some writing done.

Eddie was feeling similarly as he came to terms with the fact that he loved you. He laid wide awake in his bed for hours just thinking about you, how much he loved you and how your future together could be if you ended up feeling the same like Dustin had observed earlier. He laid there for hours as his mind raced with thoughts of you and only you until he eventually fell asleep.

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Three weeks had passed now since you and Eddie separately talked everything out with your respective best friends. Since those conversations took place, the two of you spent nearly everyday together, becoming practically glued at the hip as you continued to get closer and closer. Everyday you were together was spent mainly at Eddie’s house or your apartment and you had gone to The Rouge a couple more times since that night you two first met. Eddie did want to do more with you, but he feared what would happen if the paparazzi found out about you, he feared that they would harass you if they found out he was seeing someone. So he decided that it was best if what was going on between the two of you stayed private for now.

Every second you spent by each other’s side, the deeper you fell in love and the harder it became for both of you to not confess your feelings. Because of this, you thought back to the solution Steve had come up with a lot and you decided that now was a good time to tell Eddie that you loved him. So, on an evening where you didn’t have any plans with him, you decided to text Eddie and ask him to come over. “Hey, can you come over? There’s something I need to tell you.” you texted him, making him nervous. But nevertheless Eddie headed over right away as requested, arriving not long after you had initially sent him that text.

Upon arriving at your apartment, you greeted Eddie with a quick hug then walked over to your couch and patted the spot next to you, encouraging him to sit with you. Which he did, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he got settled and waited for you to say what was on your mind. He knew what this conversation was going to be about, you were either going to admit that you loved him or tell him that you didn’t feel the same and that made him more nervous than he had ever been in his entire life. Was he going to lose you today?

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you got the courage to say what you had been wanting to say so badly for the past few weeks. You took a deep breath then started to speak, “There’s a lot that I need to say so just bear with me,” you said, starting your explanation as you quickly peered over into Eddie’s eyes, a nervous look painted all over his face as he nodded and your gaze fell back to your lap, “I’m in love with you, Eddie and I have been since that first night when that hostess led me to that room. Over the past few weeks as we’ve continued to get to know each other and spend more time together, I’ve felt myself falling deeper and deeper in love with you. And I’m getting to the point now where I can’t keep my feelings a secret anymore, all I want is you, Eds, no one else. But I want you to know that I understand if you don’t feel the same because of our arrangement.” you explained, slowly getting the confidence to make a little eye contact with him. 

As Eddie listened to you explain yourself in this moment, he felt a feeling of relief almost instantly take over the intense nervousness he was feeling. You actually loved him back, his worries could finally be put to rest for once. It felt nice to know that you loved him all along and that he had been worrying for no reason. 

“I love you too, sweet girl. More than anyone or anything else, it’d be stupid of me to not love you, you’ve truly made your mark on me. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you and that’ll ever change. All I’ve wanted since the day I met you was for you to be mine. It’s been so hard to keep my feelings a secret, I’ve been wanting to tell you how in love with you I am since I first kissed you. Please be my girl, I can’t bear to live another day without you being mine.” Eddie told you, causing you to also feel a bit of relief. He loved you back and like you had reassured yourself, everything was going to be okay. “Yes.” you answered almost instantly after he had asked you that question. 

Happy tears started to pour down both of your faces and without another word said between the two of you, Eddie cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. This kiss communicated every bit of love and yearning you had been feeling for each other since you met without having to say a single word. You were finally his and he was finally yours, neither of you had to feel like there was a war going on in your minds for another second. Moments later Eddie pulled away, tears still falling down his cheeks, and began to observe your face as if he was trying to memorize every single feature. “God, I love you so much.” he quickly muttered before his lips met yours again. You kissed him back with a fervor like your lips would never get to kiss his again. 

Suddenly without warning, he pulls away from your lips once more and leans back into the couch, slightly spreading his legs. “Come here, baby.” he quietly said as he patted his lap, his pupils now bigger than they had been a few minutes ago. The desire to have you sit on his lap stronger than ever before. And just as he had requested, you crawled onto his lap and straddled his thighs and as you got settled in that position, Eddie’s hands met your waist and slowly slid down to your ass, giving it a squeeze before letting his hands relax again. “I need you so bad, Eddie. Please don’t tease me.” you complained as you slowly grinded against him, your breathing growing quicker while you stared down into Eddie’s eyes and you felt his cock press against you through his pants. “As you wish, sweetheart. Let me show you how much I want you.” he replied, his voice a little deeper and a look in his eyes that made your whole body feel as if it was on fire. 

He placed his hands back on your waist and slid his fingers under the bottom of your shirt, slowly removing it from your body as his fingers lightly glided across your skin. And in this moment, it was as if Eddie’s desire for you had grown even stronger once he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra under your shirt, prompting him to immediately bury his face in between your breasts, inhaling your scent. He pulled away seconds later, now holding your breasts in his hands as he played with your nipples a little, causing a soft moan to leave your lips. “Please, Eddie. I need to feel you so bad.” you quietly told him and the second you finished speaking, it was as if a switch had been flipped in Eddie’s mind and he stopped moving so slowly. 

Your body started to tingle as he quickly removed you from his lap and took off his clothes and underwear, putting his whole body as well as his cock on display for you. You found yourself softly gasping at the sight of his naked body, he looked gorgeous and you desperately wanted to taste him. But that would have to wait, you needed to feel Eddie inside you now. But before you got the chance to crawl back onto his lap, Eddie swiftly picked you up and placed you back on his lap himself, slipping your pants and underwear off for you before you could do so. And once you were straddling his thighs once more, Eddie planted one of his hands on your hip, his rings feeling like ice against your skin, spit on his pointer and middle finger on his other hand and ran them through your folds. “So wet for me, baby.” Eddie mumbled, the feeling of your pussy alone driving him crazy. 

But before he got too ahead of himself, Eddie quickly reached over to his pants that were next to him on the couch, grabbed his wallet and pulled out the condom he conveniently placed there earlier in case something like this ended up happening. He then removed it from the packaging and put it on, his own breathing quick and his hair messy as he started to line himself up with your entrance.

You let out a shaky breath as you slowly sunk down on his cock, your eyes rolling back into your head a little as you struggled to take all of him. And once you were fully adjusted to his length just minutes later, you started to slowly bounce on his cock as you held onto his shoulders. But before you could do more than a few bounces Eddie stopped you, “Let me do the work, pretty girl.” Eddie whispered against your skin and you obeyed, completely letting go as Eddie fucked you, giving you a kind of pleasure that made you feel as if you were floating on a cloud. 

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The time was now 7 p.m. and you both felt spent as you laid on top of Eddie and your bodies slowly recovered from the intense pleasure you had felt. But before you got too comfortable here, Eddie slowly slipped out of you and briefly set you down on the couch while he got up to throw out the condom he had used. When he returned, he gently scooped you up into his arms and carried you over to your bathroom.

Upon reaching your bathroom, Eddie gingerly set you down on the toilet in there and started to prepare a bath for the two of you. As the warm water filled the tub, Eddie grabbed a nearby washcloth that had been hanging from a hook, got it wet and gently wiped you in between your legs, causing you to take a sharp breath in at the feeling. You then let your heavy eyelids fall shut for a few minutes as you leaned your head against Eddie’s bare chest, “I love you so much.” you quietly mumbled to him, a soft smile on your face. “I love you too, sweetheart.” he replied as he wrapped his arms around you, scooping you up again a little while later once the tub was full.

As for the next hour or so, you relaxed with Eddie in the comforting water while you laid on his chest and he rubbed your back, kissing your forehead and quietly reminding you of how much he loved you every once in a while. 

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II Most Wanted - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of the murder fic is up on AO3! Content Warnings for this chapter - brief hospital setting, graphic descriptions of murder, blood. Word count for chapter 2 is 6.2K. See this post for full details including tag list for the fic.

Chapter Summary:

Steve and Robin make plans to protect Eddie.

Snippet below.

Neither Steve nor Robin managed to sleep at all that night. They stayed at the hospital, even though Wayne kept encouraging them to go home. He promised to call them if he got any updates, but they weren't willing to leave.

Steve's stomach fell when he saw a doctor hurrying toward them a little after seven the following morning. He couldn't get a read of the situation from the doctor's facial expression.

"Eddie's stabilized," the doctor announced once they got into a consult room. "We'll need to keep him on the ventilator for the time being to give his body some time to recover, but we should be able to wean him off in a week or so."

Wayne sighed, his relief palpable in the room around them. Robin put her head between her knees and muttered, "Thank god." Steve felt like he was going to cry.

"Can we see him?" Steve asked.

The doctor glanced at him. "Only family allowed in the ICU."

"They're family," Wayne announced. "His brother and sister. I'm their uncle."

Steve wanted to hug the man. The doctor gave them all a skeptical look, but didn't fight it. He sighed and said, "A nurse will come get you when you can come back to see him. He's sedated, so you won't be able to talk to him, but you can see him."

"Thanks, Wayne," Steve said after the doctor left them.

Wayne shrugged. "Ya basically are family at this point. No reason you shouldn't be allowed to see him."

As soon as they were back in the ICU, Steve wished Wayne hadn't been so nice. Seeing Eddie sedated in a hospital bed again, tubes down his throat and sticking out of his arms, made Steve want to howl. They'd just been here, watching Eddie recover from the demobats. This wasn't fair.

Robin sensed his mood, reaching out to grab his hand and give it a squeeze. He squeezed back.

They finally went home around noon. Steve dropped Robin off at her place, then collapsed into his own bed and slept until evening.

He called Robin as soon as he woke up.

"I just got off the phone with Hopper," Robin said in lieu of a greeting.

"Yeah? What'd he have to say?"

"A whole lot of nothing," she said with an aggrieved sigh. "He says he 'can't discuss details of an ongoing investigation'. But I saw Jason at the sandwich shop right before I talked to him, so clearly Hopper hasn't taken him into custody."

"Fuck." Steve rubbed his hands over his face. "What're we gonna do?"

"We need to get Hopper to talk to us," she said. "Come pick me up, we can go to the cabin together."

"Shouldn't we go back to the hospital?" Steve asked. He knew Eddie would still be asleep, but he felt a visceral need to make sure he was okay.

"Just called Wayne. Eddie's still stable, but sedated. We can't do anything at the hospital."

She'd been busy. "Did you sleep at all?" Steve asked.

"Not really," she admitted. "I just can't stop seeing all that blood. And him laying there on the floor…"

"Yeah," Steve agreed. He felt kind of bad for how easy it had been for him to fall asleep. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thoughts. "Alright, I'll be over in fifteen minutes."

Robin looked like shit when she got into the car. He probably didn't look much better. They pulled up in front of Hopper's cabin, and ran to the door. Steve banged on it with all the frustration that had been building up inside of him.

"What the fuck?" Hopper yelled as he wrenched the door open. He dropped his belligerent posture when he saw it was Robin and Steve, his shoulders sagging.

"Was wondering when you two would show up," he said, opening the door wide for them. They walked in, sitting down on the couch. Steve nearly upset an ashtray overflowing with cigarettes as he sat down.

"Where's El?" Robin asked, looking around.

"Sleepover with Max." Hopper sighed, sinking into the couch. He had dark circles under his eyes, and was still wearing his rumpled police uniform. Possibly even yesterday's uniform, given the smell.

"Why haven't you arrested Jason?" Steve demanded.

Hopper sighed. "He's got an alibi, Steve. He was at Patrick McKinney's house with a couple of other guys."

Steve snorted. "They're lying."

"Steve, no one saw him at the trailer park last night. There's no evidence from the scene pointing to him as a culprit. He has an alibi. I can't just accuse a bunch of people of lying based on your gut feeling and absolutely zero concrete evidence."

"Then do a lie detector test or something!" Steve yelled. "I'm telling you, Hopper. Jason did it."

"Lie detectors don't actually work, Harrington," Hopper said. "And I don't know why you're so sure about this. Carver's a little shit, yeah. But a murderer? I don't think so. Everyone around town knew Munson was a dealer. Some junkie probably broke in, tried to rob him, and something went wrong."

"No way!" Steve was irate. How could Hopper try and pin this on some random junkie? "You're fucking wrong! And you're a shit cop!" Steve choked out, unable to stem the flow of tears in his frustration.

Robin grabbed his arm. "Steve," she said. "It's alright." He turned to start screaming at her, to ask her why she was all of a sudden on Hopper's side, when he saw the look in her eyes. She squeezed his arm. Through their borderline telepathic bond, he could tell that she had a plan, and wanted him to drop this.

He sent her a small nod, then let out a deep sigh and turned back to Hopper. "I'm sorry, Hopper," he said. "I'm just… strung out. Didn't sleep much." Robin squeezed his arm one more time. "You're probably right. I don't know why I'm so sure it's Jason." Robin let his arm go.

Hopper nodded at Steve. "It's alright, kid. I understand. Go get some sleep. I'll let you guys know if I find anything out."

Steve turned to Robin as soon as the car doors shut behind them. "So what's your plan?" he asked.

She glanced at where Hopper was still standing at the door of the cabin. "I don't wanna talk about it here. Let's go back to your place."

Steve tried to get her to talk about it once they'd pulled out of Hopper's driveway and were back on the road, but she wouldn't. She didn't start talking until they were in Steve's bedroom with the door shut.

"You do realize there's no one else in this house?" Steve teased as he watched her lock the door. She glared at him.

"We need to kill Jason," she said. He'd had an inkling this was where the conversation would be going after what she'd said at the hospital the night before.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Looks like we do."

She collapsed onto the bed beside him with a groan, throwing an arm over her face. "How do we kill someone?"

"I dunno. Shoot him? Stab him? Hit him really hard on the head?"

Robin scoffed, turning toward Steve and pulling the arm from her face. "No way. Those are all too messy."

"Well then what? Poison? Carbon monoxide?" Back when his parents had still been home occasionally, his mom watched murder mysteries constantly. He knew all sorts of ways to kill people.

Robin sat up abruptly. "Exactly how we do it isn't as important as how we keep from getting caught."

"Make it look like an accident?" Steve suggested.

Robin hummed. "Maybe. Seems difficult." She tapped a finger against her lips, deep in thought, then stood up and started to pace.

Steve tried to think about the problem as well, but his head hurt, and he was more exhausted than he remembered being since they'd finished Vecna off. He curled up on his bed and closed his eyes.

Robin took the hint. He heard her call her mom, telling her she was spending the night, then she crawled into bed beside Steve. She pulled the covers over both of them, then wrapped an arm around his waist. "We'll talk about it more in the morning," she said, squeezing Steve.

He had a feeling she was just going to lay there thinking all night, but he, at least, needed to sleep to use his brain. He drifted off, comforted by the reassuring weight of his best friend at his back.

Continue on AO3.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

oh hello, I am here for my first beloved hype fic: someone who cares! prompt: "do you remember when we first met?"

I'll leave the rest to you and your gigantic, perfect brain <333

Lex!! 😍 Thank you so much for all your support and for giving this little universe so much love. These two were the starting point of my Steddie obsession AND of my fanfic journey, and they'll always hold a special place in my heart. Hope you'll enjoy their wedding day!

Perfect, somehow

Rated: G

Words: 986

Tags: No UD AU; Modern AU, Steve is Dustin’s dad; Established relationship; Wedding day; Eddie Munson is a sweetheart; Steve Harrington needs a hug

Notes: Set in the same universe as Someone who cares

Steve is staring out at the rain and the soggy decorations dangling sadly from the branches of the apple tree when he hears the bedroom door open.

“Hey Robs,” he sighs, fiddling with the flimsy zipper of the dry cleaner bag. “Do you think it’s too late to reschedule the whole thing? I know Eddie will be disappointed, but-” 

“Disappointed?” says a voice behind him. A very familiar, very male voice that is distinctly not Robin’s. “I think the word you’re looking for is fucking livid, honey.” 

“What the fuck?” Steve yelps, whirling around so suddenly he nearly topples. “I told Dustin to get Robin!” 

Eddie shrugs - or at least Steve thinks he does. It’s a bit hard to say with only his head poking into the room, the rest of him still hidden behind the half-open door. “She’s downstairs talking to the caterer. Can I come in or what? Dustin said, and I quote, Dad looks like he’s about to puke on his ugly-ass shoes.” 

Steve’s gaze flicks down to his tan leather slippers. He bought them especially for today, to have something to go with his cream suit. 

“It’s bad luck to see each other before the ceremony,” he mutters. 

“Yeah right,” Eddie snorts and steps into the room. The mumble of voices from downstairs dims as he shuts the door behind him. “Except from what you just said, you’d rather not have a ceremony at all.” 

“That’s not true,” Steve blurts. “Of course I wanna- … oh shit, you look amazing.” 

Eddie smiles - the boyish and dimpled one that was one of the first things Steve fell in love with - playing with the lapels of his suit jacket. Black, just like his shirt and tie and pants. His hair has been tamed into a braid, the first stubborn strands already escaping and curling around his face. 

“Thanks,” he says, black leather shoes nervously scuffing on the bedroom floor. “You only get married once, huh? If you still wanna. Marry me, that is.” 

Steve groans. The dry cleaner bag, still clutched in his clammy hands, crinkles as he flops down on the bed. 

“Of course I wanna marry you. I wanna marry you so fucking badly, you have no idea!” 

Eddie’s brow wrinkles. “Then what’s the problem?” 

“What’s the problem?” Steve blurts, gesturing frantically at the curtain of rain behind the windowpane. “I wanted this to be perfect, and now? Weather forecast says it won’t stop raining until tomorrow, and even if it did, the yard’s a fucking mud field. And as if that wasn’t enough, the fucking dry cleaner ruined my suit jacket.” 

He unzips the bag, shaking the mess inside at Eddie’s face. Those pretty brown eyes grow large. 

“Whoa,” Eddie mutters. “Please tell me you demanded your money back.” 

Steve doesn't reply, just continues to stare at him with the same glum expression. Eddie’s eyes go soft and he huffs a laugh. 

“Hey,” he says, plucking the bag from Steve’s hands and tossing it over a chair. Then, he plops down on the mattress beside him, knee to knee, and links their fingers. “Do you remember when we first met?” 

“Huh?” Steve blinks. “Yes, of course, why do you-” 

“I was one failed rent payment away from sleeping on the curb,” Eddie interrupts him, smile wide and happy. “The power company had cut me off weeks ago, and besides, I had pawned my laptop, so I hand wrote my application for that job you'd posted. Not that I thought I'd get it, but I was sort of grasping at straws, y’know?” 

His smile is warm and fond when he looks at Steve.

“That apartment building of yours was so fucking fancy. And then you barged out of that stupid, pompous penthouse and I thought shit, not only is he filthy rich, he's also disgustingly hot on top? Gimme a break, that's just unfair.” 

Steve scoffs, heat prickling at the base of his neck. “C'mon now, I was a mess. My father was breathing down my back at work, I felt like I was failing as a dad. The bags under my eyes were probably reaching my knees.” 

Eddie laughs, loud and carefree and Steve loves him. Loves him so fucking much, wants to spend the rest of his life listening to that laugh. Still can't believe he'll get to. 

“Okay, one: you looked like a fucking dream, baby. And two: I think we can agree we both weren't in the best of places, each in his own way. Right?” 

Steve scoffs. “Yeah, agreed.” 

Eddie's fingers squeeze his, the touch warm and familiar. The shape of his hand. The warm metal of his rings. Skulls and crosses, and the plain silver one Steve gave him on the day he proposed to him. “And still here we are, huh?” 

Steve takes a moment to let this sink in. Here they are. The man he loves and him, with the family they chose downstairs, ready to build a future together. 

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Here we are, I guess.” 

“So, what d’you say?” Eddie hums, lifting their entwined hands to kiss Steve’s knuckles. “You wanna get married?” 

Steve can't help it, he laughs. “Hell yeah, let's do it.” 

“Yesss,” Eddie cheers, jumping off the bed and punching at the air. “Let's fucking go!” 

Then, he starts unlacing his shoes. He's taken off his socks and is rolling up his pants before Steve finds his words again. 

“Erm, Eddie? What are you doing?” 

Eddie, just in the process of shrugging out of his suit jacket, shoots him a toothy grin. “What we do best, love. I'm making it work.”

They say their vows ankle-deep in mud, with the wind blowing rain under their umbrella and ruining their hair. It's nothing like Steve ever imagined his wedding day to be. It's all he never knew he wanted. 

And damn if that isn't its own kind of perfect. 

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I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs by rookosom

@rookosom

Rating: Explicit

11,268 words, 3/3 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Love Confessions, ITS SO FLUFFY, Gay Eddie Munson, Pansexual Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Well more than a crush, dude is smitten and now he can tell it to his face, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Eddie Munson Falls First but Steve Harrington Falls Harder, Friends to Lovers, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Happy Ending, POV Steve Harrington, Post-Canon Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives, Song: cardigan (Taylor Swift), Fluff and Smut, Stobin's silent conversations

Summary:

“How do I fix this?” “There’s nothing to fix, Steve. There's nothing you can do.” “I don’t want you to avoid me.” “I don’t know how to act around you anymore. And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” “You don’t.” Eddie looks at him like he doesn’t believe him. “Not even after… what you heard?” Steve shakes his head. “You’re one of my closest friends and I miss spending time with you. Is that completely selfish of me? I don’t want to force you to hang with me if it’s hard for you.” Eddie gives him a small smile. “Spending time with you is the easiest thing in the world, Stevie." He wasn’t supposed to hear it but now he knows Eddie is in love with him. He doesn’t want to lose his friend, so they remain as close as ever. Except now, Eddie can be honest about his feelings. And maybe that’s exactly what he needs - someone who makes him feel as loved as he deserves.

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Eddie's heart jumped into his throat and a grin spread across his face as he recognised Steve wearing tiny running shorts and an old basketball vest. The sight would have made his day on a normal day, but it felt extra special today, he thanked whatever god that had seen fit for their paths to cross on his way to school that morning. The sight of Steve’s thighs and a glimpse of his side through the armholes of his basketball jersey made him feel giddy. He rolled down his window and wolf whistled at Steve making him jump. “Going my way, big boy?” He called as he slowed down.

“You scared the shit out of me, Munson.” Steve said with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

“You come here often?” Eddie hoped so, seeing Steve in his itsy-bitsy running outfit looking all sweaty and dishevelled would be the highlight of his day.

“I run this way most mornings. Gotta be able to run if I need to, you know.” Eddie got it, this was part of Steve’s trauma management, he briefly felt bad for objectifying him, but that wasn’t going to stop him driving this way everyday hoping to see him. “Hadn’t you better get going, you don’t want to be late for your first day back. Tell Rob and Dustin I said ‘hi’.” He took off jogging again.

“See ya, Stevie.” He called as he pulled away from the curb. Steve in tiny shorts was going to be running through his head all day.

Eddie daydreamed about Steve all the way to school, he was a little later than planned and struggled to find a place to park. As he got out of his van, he was swarmed by his friends that had come to give him moral support on his first day. All the kids were there, including Max, who had her first day back the previous week.

“It’s good to have you back, man, lunchtimes have been pretty tame without you.” Said Gareth pulling him into a hug.

“Thanks dude,” he patted Gareth on his back, and they moved off in a big group towards the school.

Plenty of other students had stopped their conversation to stare at Eddie as he passed by, his infamy had levelled up impressively over the past month. Before he entered the school he turned and stuck his tongue out, his right hand in the air doing the devil horns earning a smack to the back of his head from Robin.

“You’re incorrigible, Munson.” She grumbled grabbing him by the back of his denim jacket, as she dragged him into the school.

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If you liked this snippet, the full fic can be found on AO3 entitled I Want You to Want Me

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You Like That?

My Masterlist

Okay yall, I’ve read too many at this point and they were hot, so I’m trying a Stranger Things fic. Please don’t come for me, I know nothing about the show itself as I haven’t watched it and have no plans to, and my only knowledge of canon comes through the fics I’ve read. So enjoy this self indulgent semi-smutty fic that I couldn’t really finish the sex scene in because my brain left so. Yeah. Don’t hate me for this, my brain didn’t want to do this after I wrote the one scene it wanted.

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Fem!Reader

Warnings: Reader has a huge praise kink, so many mentions of sexual things, smut, bi!steve harrington, bi!eddie munson. probably bi!reader, never explicitly mentioned, but let’s be real, i’m writing it, she’s probably bi. oral sex, fem!receiving. implied but not explicit p in v!sex. aftercare & cuddles.

Word Count: 4155

Summary: You’ve been dating your two boyfriends for about a year, and the three of you have had sex a few times, but nothing major. However, while they’ve been a little more open about what they want to do, you’ve been hiding one thing from them. Your major praise kink.

**

You were making KD for the boys when they got home, as today was your day off. Thank goodness, as you hadn’t slept well at all last night. “Rob, I had a nightmare about telling them, I can’t!” 

Steve and Eddie stood in the kitchen doorway together glancing back and forth between each other, you, and the phone. What the hell had happened while they were at work? They heard Robin say something to you, but couldn’t make out what it was over the phone. “What the hell am I supposed to do, Rob? How am I supposed to tell my two boyfriends I have a major fucking praise kink?” You asked into the phone.

“That’s one way to do it, sweetheart.” Steve said while Eddie groaned softly in response to your revelation.

You spun around so fast you almost ripped the phone cord out of the wall. “Uh, Rob, I’m gonna have to talk to you later.” You said, cutting off whatever reply she was gonna give you by slamming the phone back on the receiver.

“So what, baby? Just call you cute and you’ll get all turned on for us?” Steve asked, reaching out for you because he wanted his “home from work” hug.

You gave Steve his hug, shaking your head while blushing out of your mind. “No? I-uh, I don’t really know.”

Eddie nodded slowly in understanding. “Ah, so like calling you a good girl.”

“Yeah,” You nodded softly. “And fuck, don’t do that.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Eddie asked. 

“..Maybe.” You agreed.

Steve rubbed your back softly. “I know this wasn’t how you wanted to tell us, but we’re happy you did, princess. We’re proud of you.” Your thighs instinctively clenched together.

“That works too, baby girl?” Eddie asked, coming up behind you and holding your hips gently.

“Looks like it.” You muttered into Steve’s chest, embarrassed.

Eddie rubbed his thumbs in small circles on your hips. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, princess. But why don’t you finish dinner while we wash up and we can all talk about this later?”

You nodded, pecking them both on the cheek as you turned back to the stove so that you wouldn’t burn anything. It wouldn’t be the first time they had distracted you so badly that you had burnt dinner.

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After dinner, Steve and Eddie took you into the bedroom you all shared and sat you on the bed. “There’s no need to be embarrassed in front of us, baby girl.” Steve said. “We’ve told you in explicit detail what we want to do with you and each other.” 

Eddie wanted to be gently tied (or handcuffed, depending on where you were) to the bed while either Steve fucked him or either of you rode him (or Steve fucked him while you rode him). But he also wanted to maybe try tying or handcuffing either of you, but only if you were okay with it. Steve wanted you to try riding his thigh one day, which you were not opposed to at all because god damn your men had some nice thighs, and he wanted to definitely try you sitting on his face. You honestly couldn’t even remember everything they said they wanted to try. Apparently, your boys were a bit adventurous. 

He was telling the truth, a couple of months ago the three of you had had a conversation in bed about what all of you wanted. You spent a good portion of that talk hiding your face in either Steve’s or Eddie’s chest at any given point while blushing like a complete virgin. 

During that whole conversation, you barely said a word; you knew at that point that you liked it when they told you they were proud of you, or you’d worked so hard and to let them pamper you, or that you had done a good job. That had always lit something in you, but you were scared to say it. You didn’t want to know what their reaction would be, and since you guys had just had sex right before, if it was a good reaction, you were also too sore to want to find out.

“I know.” You mumbled.

“Did you figure it out after that conversation?” Eddie asked, softly, sitting next to you. You shook your head. “During?” You shook your head again.

Steve sat on your other side, rubbing your back soothingly. “You knew before then?” You nodded, sniffling back tears.

“Hey, princess, don’t cry.” Eddie said, stroking your cheek softly. “We’re not mad at you.”

“You’re not?” You asked, looking up at Eddie.

His heart broke a little seeing the tears running down your cheeks. “Of course not, pretty girl. You weren’t ready to tell us yet. That’s okay.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder with both of them rubbing your back for a few minutes before your tears subsided. “I thought I was broken.” You mumbled.

“Why do you say that, honey?” Steve asked, resting his head against your back.

“Every time you guys would say that you were proud of me, or I had worked too hard and you needed to take care of me, or that I did a good job I’d get all..” You trailed off, not having found the word you wanted to use.

“Horny?” Eddie asked bluntly.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You said softly.

Steve stood from the bed, grabbing some clothes. “Why don’t we rest now and we can handle this more tomorrow?” He asked, tossing you each something to sleep in.

“More talking?” You asked softly.

“We don’t have to, honey. It’s not like we’re going to go through every second of your life and psychoanalyze you to figure out when this originated.” Eddie answered, stripping down to his boxers to sleep in. “But if you want to, maybe we can explore this a little tomorrow.” 

“I’m covering Robin’s shift.” You said, changing into what Steve had thrown at you.

Eddie smiled softly at your need to always please and help everyone. “When’s the shift?”

“8-5.” You answered, crawling under the covers.

“I work until 4, I can make dinner tomorrow?” Steve asked you both, climbing under the covers next to you.

“Well I work until 5:30, so I say yes.” Eddie said.

You curled into Steve’s chest. “Me too, Stevie, although we should still have some leftovers.”

Steve wrapped his arm around you, pulling Eddie into the both of you. “It could be, but we all know it’ll be a better after-sex snack than dinner.”

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When you got home from work the next day, Steve was already cooking. It didn’t seem like much though, maybe frozen pizza? You weren’t sure. Either way, you made a beeline for the kitchen and wrapped your arms around Steve’s waist.

“Hi, my beautiful baby girl.” He said, turning around in your arms and kissing your forehead.

“Hi Stevie.” You mumbled, pressing your face further into his shirt.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking up in confusion at Eddie who had appeared in the kitchen doorway. 

You nodded. “Need you to say it.” You mumbled into his chest.

“Say it? Say what, princess?” He asked again, increasingly confused.

“Don’t make me say it, baby.” You said.

A look of understanding crossed Steve’s face. “You want me to call you a good girl?” You nodded into his chest. “Good girl.” He said appreciatively, knowing how hard it must’ve been for you to come to him for that. Steve and Eddie watched the tension leave your shoulders as a sigh of relief came out of your mouth.

“Thank you.” You whispered as a soft smile appeared on your face.

“You okay, baby girl?” Steve asked.

You nodded. “Rough day. Long day. Just wanted to come back home as soon as I got there.”

“You’ve been such a good girl for us, princess. We know how hard that was for you.” Eddie said, kissing the top of your head as you nuzzled into his chest instead of Steve’s. The sound that left your throat was unlike any noise that they had heard you make before. You were very quiet in bed, unless you were asking for ‘more’ or calling one of their names. “Baby girl?” Eddie asked quietly.

You cleared your throat softly, blushing. “I’m gonna go wash up before dinner. I had to clean the storage room today and it was disgusting.” You hurried into the large bathroom the three of you shared, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it. What the fuck was that noise? You thought, starting the shower and stripping off.

Eddie suddenly appeared behind you, wrapping you in a hug in the mirror. “Hey, pretty girl. Mind if I save some water with you?” You shook your head, still blushing from before. 

“No, Eds, we can save water but you have to help me wash my hair.”

He nodded, stripping himself and pulling you under the stream of water with him. “You know nothing you can possibly do will make us love you any less?”

You traced your fingers over his tattoos, nodding. “I know, I’m just-”

“A little nervous? Insecure? Scared?” He asked, rubbing small circles on your lower back.

“Yeah.” You said softly, hiding your face in his chest again. 

Eddie turned you around so you wouldn’t have to hide and squeezed some of your shampoo into his hand before rubbing it into your hair. “It’s okay to feel that way. God knows Stevie and I do sometimes too.” You nodded, relaxing into the feeling of Eddie’s hands moving through your hair and rinsing out the shampoo. “You okay? Feeling any better?”

You hummed in agreement, wishing you could stay under the warm water forever. “Hey lovebirds, dinner’s ready!” Steve called through the door, causing the two of you to break out of the little bubble you had formed and all of your anxiety to come rushing back. Eddie turned off the water and wrapped you in a towel, ushering you back into the bedroom to grab some clothes to go eat in.

“Thank you for making dinner, Stevie.” You said, giving him a hug in the kitchen once you were dressed.

“Of course, princess. You know we all take turns doing it. Even when dinner is just frozen pizza.” He replied, kissing the top of your head and leading you over to the table. “Dinner is served, m’lady.” Steve had set the table and even put pizza on all the plates, knowing which kind each of you liked best and where you each sat around the table.

Eddie walked in, sitting with the two of you as Steve rested a hand on your thigh. This was a common occurrence when they wanted sex, one hand each, slowly sliding up higher until you told them to knock it off. Eddie gave Steve a look, having seen into your brain a bit in the shower and Steve moved his hand off your thigh, kicking you both lightly under the table.

“How was your shift, hun?” You asked Steve, kicking him back lightly.

“Wasn’t bad, just wanted to come home and sleep, really.” You and Eddie nodded in agreement, just having to wake up to an alarm any morning made any of you want to stay in bed and snuggle. “How was yours, Eds?” He asked, taking a bite of his pizza.

Eddie chuckled, trying not to choke as he told you two the story of Jason coming in with a flat tire, a missing side mirror, and all of his turning signals burnt out as just the visible problems. This was followed by the fact that Jason had to be nice to Eddie to not get him to pawn off the car onto another mechanic at the shop just for all the shit in high school. Plus, Jason needed an oil change, had no brake fluid, and only had winter washer fluid in, despite the fact that he had a bottle of the summer stuff in his trunk. 

You almost spit out your pop as Steve choked on his pizza while Eddie regaled the look on Jason’s face when he told him the price. “Dude, you can’t let this much damage happen to a car before you bring it in. How long haven’t you had turn signals? When did the mirror go missing? When were you due for an oil change? You have washer fluid in your trunk, why isn’t it in your engine? Did you really only bring in the car because the tire went flat?” Yeah, he racked up quite the bill with that one. 

“You would think for the biggest bully in school who was always raving about his car, that he would take better care of it.” You said, standing up for a refill as you passed Steve and Eddie the pizza they each wanted more of.

You turned around to walk back to the table with the boys but realized that Steve had cornered you gently against the counter. “Baby girl, I know you’re nervous.”

“And you’re allowed to be.” Eddie said from behind him. 

“And we don’t have to play with this at all if you don’t want to. We never have to play with it. But if and when you’re ready, we’re here for as long as you trust us to be.”

“I know.” You said, looking down at the kitchen tile. “I do trust you guys, I just-”

Eddie interjected softly. “Don’t know what to do?”

You nodded. “Princess, that’s okay. Thank you for sharing this with us anyways.” Steve started. “We know it isn’t always easy to communicate wants and needs, and we want to remind you that we aren’t mad at you.”

“And you’re most definitely not broken. Whether it be for something that you think is weird making you horny, or it’s anything else your brain is telling you; we love you no matter what.” Eddie said, resting his chin on Steve’s shoulder.

“And,” Steve said, leaning towards you with a stage whisper, “we fuck good girls better.” You gripped onto the counter a little harder with one hand as you felt your knees almost buckle underneath you.

“I-” You started softly. “I don’t want to be punished or anything. If I fuck up, I don’t want spankings or punishments. And I don’t want like extra rules I have to follow either.”

Steve’s posture softened visibly as you said this, still not looking at either of them. Eddie grabbed one of your hands softly, bending over to kiss it gently. “Baby of course.” Eddie said. “We do not have to turn this into a BDSM relationship just because you have a praise kink and we want to play with some things eventually. This will not affect our entire dynamic.”

“Okay.” You said, nodding.

“Okay?” Steve asked. “You trust us?”

You looked up at him smiling hopefully at you and giggled softly. “Of course I trust you, Stevie.” Eddie raised an eyebrow, smirking softly. “Yeah, yeah. You too, Eds.” You let him pull you into a hug as Steve kissed your hands lightly. “Do good girls really get fucked better?” You asked softly, blushing as you did.

“Oh yeah.” Eddie said, kissing your cheek and wiggling his eyebrows. “Good girls get fucked the absolute best.”

Steve cupped your other cheek, resting his forehead against yours. “Do you wanna be our good girl, princess?” You nodded, trying not to make any noises you weren’t used to making. “Words, baby girl.”

“Yes, Steve.” You said breathily, he raised an eyebrow. “Wanna be yours and Ed’s good girl. Wanna be good for you.”

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” Eddie said in your ear. “I know that can’t have been easy for you.” You let out a high pitched whine and Eddie picked you up, carrying you into the bedroom and laying you down on the bed. “Want you to make more of those noises, baby.”

“Yeah?” You asked softly, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

Eddie pulled off your leggings and his shirt before throwing your thighs over his shoulders. “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He said, groaning.

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“Our good girl has been soaking through just her leggings this whole time.” You involuntarily tensed a little, covering your face with your hands to hide your continuous blush.

Steve sat next to your head, pulling your torso up onto him, resting you in between his thighs, and pulled your hands away from your face. “Yeah, princess? You hoped we’d do this tonight?” You nodded, not looking at either of them. 

Eddie slapped your thigh lightly causing you to look at him. “Are you sure you want this, baby girl?” You nodded again. “Words.”

“Yes, Eddie. I want this.” Eddie looked at you skeptically. “Just ‘cause I’m a lil’ nervous doesn’t mean that I don’t want this, sweetheart.”

“Are you sure, you’re sure?” You pulled Eddie into a kiss, trying to convey as much as possible that you were okay. “Yeah, okay. I can believe that.” Eddie said, pulling back and resituating himself between your legs. 

Steve raised an eyebrow at the two of you and you looked at him sheepishly. “I’m bad with words.”

“We know, princess. I love you.”

“I love you too. And you too, Eddie.”

“Love you too, baby.” He said, muffled by your thighs as he kissed them. Eddie kissed up one thigh and down the other, not stopping where you wanted him to, causing you to buck your hips up slightly. “Hold your horses there, princess. I’m getting to what you want.”

You whined. “Please, Eddie.”

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?” He asked, kissing just below your belly button. “I know you can do it.”

“Yeah, I’ll be good, Eds.” You said as Steve spread your legs further for Eddie to lay between. You pulled at Steve’s collar too, “Wanna feel you against me.”

“Of course, princess.” Steve pulled both his and your shirts off, gently squeezing your tits while you grabbed one of Eddie’s hands, wanting to just feel close to him. Steve used one of his hands to hold your hand that was holding Eddie’s so the three of you were all connected at one point. 

Eddie used you being distracted by Steve to finally put his mouth on you right where you wanted him. “Oh my god, Eddie!” You squealed, thighs closing around his head.

“Keep them open, sweetheart.” He said with a dangerous look in his eye. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” You nodded frantically, opening your legs even further and letting them dangle off of Eddie’s shoulders. “Good girl.” Eddie said appreciatively. You keened, bucking your hips into Eddie, letting your head fall back against Steve’s chest, and unintentionally tensing, which of course Eddie noticed. “Oh you like that, huh?”

“Yes, yes, Eddie please.” You chanted, squeezing his and Steve’s hands. Steve gently used his hand that wasn’t holding yours to scratch against your skin so your nerves would light up. “Fuck, Steve, please.”

Eddie sucked your clit into his mouth, running his tongue in circles around it and slowly pushing in two of his ringed fingers causing your mouth to drop open. “Come on, princess.” Steve said, “Cum for us. Be a good girl for us.”

“Eddie, Stevie, gonna cum!” You whined, arching your back as your hips raised themselves closer to Eddie’s mouth. “Little more, please!” Steve pulled you into a kiss as Eddie curled his fingers in the way you liked. “Cumming!” You exclaimed, thighs shaking around Eddie’s ears as you lost your grip on their hands, scratching at the sheets.

Eddie rubbed your thighs gently as he fingered you through your orgasm while Steve held your hands, not wanting to have to buy new sheets because you clawed through these ones. “There you go. Good girl. ‘M so proud of you.” Eddie said, finally releasing your clit from the pleasurable torture he had it under.

“Fuck.” You said, exhaling, taking deep breaths so you could slow your heartbeat back to normal. 

“Yeah, pretty baby?” Steve asked, stroking your hair. “Was that good?”

You nodded, resting your head back against his chest. “Yeah, fucking shit, Eddie, that was so good.”

“I’m very happy it was good for you, sweetheart.” He said, offering his slick fingers to Steve to lick off.

“Shit, honey, you taste so good.” Steve said, sucking Eddie’s fingers further into his mouth.

Eddie moaned loudly as Steve’s tongue swirled around his fingers. “Fuck, Stevie, why don’t you ever do that to my dick?”

“You never asked.” Steve said, releasing Eddie’s fingers with a pop. You squeezed your thighs together, as watching your two boys never failed to turn you on. “Oh, princess. Did we forget about you?” Steve asked, pointing your face up towards him by sliding a finger under your chin.

You blushed, your eyes not meeting Steve’s as you shook your head. The look you felt from Eddie reminded you to use your words. “No, Stevie. Like watching you guys.” You said, curling into his chest and drawing shapes into it with your fingers. 

“You like watching us together, sweet girl?” Steve asked, hand migrating from your back to your tits.

“Yes. Fuck, it’s hot.” You said, not making eye contact with either of them.

Eddie cupped your cheek softly and pulled you into a kiss. “Is this all it takes to get you vocal in bed, baby? Letting stuff slip out you never would before? Such a good girl for us, teaching us all this about you.”

“Fuck.” You whined softly. “Eddie.”

“I’m right here, baby. What do you want?”

“You and Stevie. In me. Please.” Your pupils were blown wide as you looked up at the two of them, and even the fact that you were speaking to them in bed was new and turning them both on.

Steve palmed himself softly, groaning. “Both of us?” You nodded. “At once?”

You blushed. “I don’t know if that would work.”

“But you’d be willing to try?” Eddie asked.

“Maybe not tonight.” You said, palming Eddie through his boxers.

Steve pulled you onto his lap. “So what do you want, sweetheart?”

You paused, trying to figure out how to word what you want before it just falls out of your mouth in a jumbled mess. “Stevie in me first, and while he fucks me, Eddie gets himself off. But you can’t cum until you’re in me.” You said the last sentence while jamming your pointer finger into Eddie’s chest.

“Fuck.” The two men said together.

“Yes.” Eddie said. “I can do that for you, my good girl.”

You groaned softly. “You can do that, Eds?”

“I’d do anything for you, baby.” He said, kissing your forehead and going to sit on the desk chair.

“Whatever you want from me, princess.” Steve said, pulling off his boxers. “You wanna ride me or what are you thinking?” You crawled off Steve’s lap and laid next to him on the bed, pulling him down into you for a kiss. “Oh, you want me on top today?”

You nodded. “Feels safer when one of you is on top.” You said, resting your hands on the back of Steve’s neck and running your fingers through the hair there.

Steve braced himself on his elbows on either side of you, leaning down to kiss you again. “We like it when you feel safe.”

“Fuck yeah we do, sweetheart.” Eddie said, stroking himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~(Time skip because I can’t do a full sex scene today)~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After you, Steve, and Eddie were all cleaned up, you curled up in bed with your boys, letting them talk while your head was still pleasantly floaty.

“Hey, pretty girl, you with us?” Eddie asked softly.

You nodded into his chest. “I’m awake.”

“Can we ask you something?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, you know that.” You answered. “Always.”

Eddie rubbed your back gently as Steve shifted to rest his hand on your stomach. “Was everything we did today okay?” Steve asked, kissing your head softly.

You nodded. “Yeah, it was really good. You guys made me feel really good.”

“You like that? Us calling you a good girl and telling you that you were doing a good job for us?” Eddie asked. His chest rumbled under your ear as he asked and you did your best to not let out a whimper at his words.

“I-” You cleared your throat in an attempt to get the words out. “Yes. I like that. Can you say it more?”

Steve kissed your head again. “Of course, princess. We can try whatever you want in bed.” 

“Okay.” You closed your eyes, smiling, as you placed a small kiss against Eddie’s chest. “Can we go to sleep now? I’m really tired.”

“Yeah, princess.” Steve said, giving both you and Eddie small kisses. “We can sleep now.”

**

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[justmeinadaze]

Hi! I have this really REALLY angsty request that if you don’t want to do it okay, but since you’ve posted things with a similar theme I thought maybe you could write it.

So it’s similar to the pop star!reader x bodyguard!steddie, but this is just regular them Ig? So reader overdoses with some of Eddie’s stuff, and when the boys arrive, Eddie kinda gets flashbacks from when his mom overdosed. I’m just really a craver for angst, hurt, comfort fics

Thank you so much! I love your stuff!!🤍🤍

Steddie Asks/ Ko-Fi <3

Warning: Dark themes of drugs and overdosing, all three discuss an incident where the reader overdoses

The table is silent as you and your boyfriends pick at the food they had purchased after bringing you home from the hospital. Having grown accustomed to the balanced meal they provided, you were struggling to fully get through the heavy pasta in front of you. 

You hated this; the weighted energy that hung in the air. 

You would give anything to go back to how things used to be when you, Steve, and Eddie could just laugh and have fun but a line had been forever crossed. Trust broken in that one moment when you snuck into the metalhead’s things and found drugs that weren’t meant for you especially after you promised things were going to be different. 

“I know! I’m sorry! I don’t mean to go overboard. Everything is just so overwhelming and it helps me…breathe. I promise, I’ll slow down. I’ll get clean, I swear.”

You meant it at the time and every time after when you talked yourself out of buying a new supply. But when you were fired from your job for seemingly no reason, you needed to numb your brain. 

“Just one more.”, you had told yourself.

One more turned into another hit and then another…and another…until a couple of days later you woke up in an emergency room with your boyfriends clinging to your hands. 

“Do you want me to make you something?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve barely touched your food. If you don’t want it I can make you something else.”, Steve explains as his eyes scan you over. 

“Oh, um, no. I’m ok. I’m just not very hungry, I guess.” He nodded without saying another and you felt like you were going to explode. “How long are we going to do this?”

“Do what, honey?”

“Avoid the topic of what happened.”

“We don’t need to talk about that now.”, Eddie mumbled without even looking your way.

“I’d like to. I’d prefer it over this.” Neither man said anything as they continued to stare in front of them at their food. “Come on, guys. Yell, scream, throw things; I don’t fucking care just…talk to me.”

“Not right now.”, the metalhead repeated in a firmer tone. 

“When then, Ed?”

“Whenever Eddie chooses it seems.”, the other boy sassed throwing you off guard slightly. You half expected any hostility to be directed towards you but the way Steve said that…he was angry at his friend as well.

“Well go on. Out with it, Harrington. You’ve been fucking passive aggressive since we got to the hospital. Just fucking get it out, man.”

“Oh, it’s ok now? Now you’ll fucking listen to me. You didn’t listen to me when I asked you not to keep any drugs in this fucking apartment!”

“I didn’t expect her to dig through my things!”

“She’s an addict, you fucking idiot!”

“HEY!”, you shouted as Eddie rose from his chair, knocking it down behind him. “I said talk, not be mean. This isn’t his fault.”

“No, you’re right. It’s both your faults. I asked him not to bring drugs here because you were trying to get better, Y/N, but you were still struggling. I saw it every day you came home! You were always one step away from fucking breaking but you never said anything! Why!? Why didn’t you talk to us or hell even a doctor?! I don’t fucking care!”

“I didn’t know how…”

“Oh, fucking bullshit!”

“Because I didn’t want to burden you two! That’s all I fucking am! You both have enough going on than to deal with me.”

“So, this was better? Us finding you on the fucking bedroom floor?!” At Steve’s words, Eddie crossed his arms as he hugged himself tightly; the memory of that day hitting them both. “Did you think when we found you barely breathing, we thought ‘Oh thank God. One less problem.’? Or when we watched EMS poke and prod your pale, sweaty skin that we were thankful you did this instead of coming to us? That we would be proud that you feel better numbing yourself with that shit than being open with the men you supposedly love?!”

In anger, he flipped the dining room table making you jump and stand as everything crashed to the ground. The former jock had been holding this in for weeks and now that the flood gates had been opened, he couldn’t stop them. 

“I thought you were gonna die. You didn’t see what we saw, Y/N. All the color was gone from your face and you were so sticky with sweat…I’ll never forget that smell… You didn’t move or answer us. When EMS arrived, they were shouting a lot but the thing that stood out was ‘She’s not breathing.’”

Eddie’s own breathing stuttered and when you glanced his way you realized he was trying to control the tears that had begun to fall. 

“They asked what you took but when we told them we didn’t know but we know your history and they suggested what it could have been, I knew from his face it was something Munson brought in. I almost fucking killed him, Y/N.”

“Steve—”

“No. I’m not exaggerating or anything like that. It took all of my energy to not beat the shit out of him right then and there.”

“You think I don’t do that already?”, the metalhead growled. “You think I don’t fucking beat myself for what happened?! I stopped dealing the moment we found out about her vices. I gave Rick back everything I had because I knew that temptation would be hard for her. He needed someone to hold onto his stuff for a couple of days because Rick expected his PO to make a surprise visit. Steve, I swear to God, I didn’t think she would… I trusted her…”

After drying his eyes, Eddie squared his shoulders towards you both. 

“Maybe that was naive but she was getting better. That’s our problem, Harrington. I trust her too much and you don’t trust her at all!”

“I don’t and this is exactly the reason why!”

“I understand.” Your tiny voice cuts through their fury giving them pause. “When I get low like I did and the craving hits… it’s like being in a black hole I can’t crawl out of. I didn’t think about how my choice would affect either of you but especially Eddie. All I could think about was how I just needed the pain to stop. I am so fucking sorry. I-I-I understand if you want to take a break or some time away from me while I deal with this. I just—”

Steve cuts you off by stepping over the contents on the floor and yanking you to his chest. 

“You’re doing it again, honey. You don’t have to face this alone. We’re here to help you every step of the way.”

“Just because we’re upset with you doesn’t mean we stopped loving you.”, Eddie added before wrapping his arm around you both. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really am.”

“I forgive you. It’s going to take some time but we can get this and become better together.”

“I love you both so much and I’m so sorry for scaring you. Even if it takes my whole life I’ll make it up to you.”, you pledge as your voice is slightly muffled by the chest in front of you.

“Baby, all we want is for you to be happy. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.” Nodding, you push your face into the metalhead’s warm embrace as Steve released the two of you to pick up the table and the mess he had made. “Y/N, you remind me a lot of my mother. You are beautiful, funny, and sweet almost to a fault but when we found you… you were unresponsive like her… My dad abandoned her long before she passed but I promise, sweetheart, we’ll be right here with you every step of the way. You’re not alone.”

After kissing your forehead, Eddie knelt down to help his friend and both boys exchange a small smile before you follow his decent to help to. 

“Oh, Y/N, we got this—”

“Together, Steve. Any kind of chaos or situation life throws our way we handle it together.”

[travelingtwentysomething]

Let's Be Honest, If You Could Hop Dimensions, You'd Save Eddie Munson Too <- AO3 LINK

(Please give my Steddie+Original NonBinary Time/Dimension Traveling Character fic a shot? I'm writing again, and I need validation, please REBLOG. Steve Harrington isn't the only one with a Praise Kink around here. 🫠)

It's a very unserious comedy/adventure- Featuring a Non Binary Character named Haven (this is not a self insert). They are a badass Dimension/Time Traveler who shows up for Eddie. It's hard not to fall for the OP baddie who comes specifically to save your ass, so naturally Eddie falls for them, then Haven helps Eddie see he can have it all and they quickly rope Steve into their shenanigans. This ain't a slow burn, but because it's the Apocalypse you'd think, 'there's barely any time for make-outs and cuddles'... but when Boys in Crop Tops are involved, we make time...

Also, it features a lovely scene where Eddie is in disguise and Steve cannot for the life of him 🥵...

<Artwork above is my own creation assisted by AI> ...with a little helping of original art inspired by the scene from @DrawingRune on Twitter ...

Summary:

Getting dropped into the Stranger Things Universe in the boathouse where Eddie Munson is currently hiding out could have gone better. Unfortunately, dimension traveling isn't an exact science. Honestly, its kind of a shot in the dark at the best of times.

At least they landed near the person they were looking for.

The timing could have been better.

And they had some notes on the point of arrival.

Being that it was just behind the boat where Eddie was currently hiding under a tarp, in fear for his life. Would have been a smoother entrance if it had been about six feet over, in the actual boathouse, and three feet above the water instead of below it.

Relationships:

Eddie Munson/Original Character, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Original Character, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Original Character, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags:

Fix-It, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Dimension Travel, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Hurt Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Is a Mess, Steve Harrington Needs Love, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Wingman Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley Loves Nancy Wheeler, Bisexual Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley Has ADHD, Nancy Wheeler is a Mess, Protective Eleven | Jane Hopper, Pansexual Eleven | Jane Hopper, Polyamory, Polyamorous Characters, Polyamory Negotiations, non binary character, Polyamory is the answer to everything, Gaybies, everyone is a little gay, Comedy, Don't delude yourself, you were thinking about going to save Eddie too, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Don't worry it's only Jason, Creepy Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Sorry Vecna there's a new Baddie in town, Thy name is Haven