#steve harrington x eddie munson

[steddieas-shegoes]

the necklace

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'the cutting edge'

rated m | 983 words | cw: implied/referenced drug use, implied sexual content | tags: rock star eddie, famous corroded coffin, figure skater steve, flirting

also on ao3

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Figure skating competitions aren’t exactly their thing. They’re about as out of place as Wayne was when he went to Coachella to watch Corroded Coffin headline the big stage.

But world champion and two time gold medalist Steve Harrington is using their song for his little routine, so obviously they need to be there to support him. That’s what Chrissy said, at least.

“It’ll look good for you to be there,” she’d said when Eddie tried to argue that they would be wasting time and money. “And anything we can do to make you look good is important.”

And he couldn’t argue that because, well. He fucked up.

Got caught doing lines off the back of a toilet at a club with two women sucking him off. Rockstar stuff. Something he really never did and of course one of the few times, he got caught. There were pictures.

Chrissy has been in recovery mode for the entire band ever since.

They’ve been doing anti-drug campaigns for schools as if that’s even an effective way to keep the youths from getting high on whatever they can find. Eddie made an official statement on camera about practicing safe sex and apologizing for taking advantage of the women who most definitely were there willingly. The band issued a statement that Eddie was on a short leash and if another incident occurred, he’d be on his way to rehab.

Which is dumb because he doesn’t have a drug problem, or a sex addiction, or anything the tabloids say. The guys know that. Chrissy knows it. But they have to do whatever will keep them in a positive light so they can book arenas on their next tour.

Apparently, going to this skating competition will help.

It’s not boring, surprisingly. It’s just not how Eddie wants to spend his Friday.

He watched a few of Steve’s routines in preparation.

The guy is hot. Like, really hot. Somehow very muscular and light on his feet at the same time. Eddie can see why he’s so popular.

What shocks him most is that Steve usually dances to pop songs and 80s ballads for his competition routines and suddenly he decides to bring out one of their slower, but still dark songs. It doesn’t make sense.

Until it does.

When Steve takes the ice, the crowd stands, cheers so loud it makes Eddie’s chest vibrate. He doesn’t expect it, and it’s clear Gareth, Frankie, and Jeff don’t either. He’s in all black, only one small piece of color standing out.

A red guitar pick necklace.

Eddie’s head turns to Chrissy, who is conveniently ignoring him.

He turns back to watch as the music starts. He wrote this song with Jeff, fucking around in the back of his van when they were still just trying to book whatever bar would have them. It evolved into something else when they actually got to record it in a real studio, something more haunting and liminal when compared to the rest of their track list.

Steve glides across the ice, jumps and falls perfectly in sync to the crescendo of the guitar and drum solo. Eddie’s fascinated, can’t look away from the masterpiece happening in front of him. He almost can’t believe he gets to see someone make such beautiful art from their song.

When Steve stops, Eddie stands and yells, clapping louder than everyone around him.

“I need to see him,” he says to Chrissy when the announcers have given the scoring that places him in first. “Can you get me down there?”

She smirks and nods, like she’s planned this exact reaction. She couldn’t have.

Could she?

***

The medal ceremony is long, but watching Steve take gold is a memory Eddie will have forever.

Chrissy does manage to bring them all down to congratulate him after he does media. He looks worn out by the time he gets to them, still in his outfit and skates.

Still wearing Eddie’s necklace.

“How did you get that?” Eddie asks instead of saying hello or congratulations.

Steve smirks. “Pulled some strings.”

He starts to take it off, but Eddie stops him. The room goes silent.

“Looks pretty good next to that gold medal. You should keep it,” Eddie doesn’t know what he’s saying. That’s his lucky necklace. He hasn’t gone onstage without it in years. “Maybe it’ll bring you more gold.”

“Ah, well. I’m retiring. These knees aren’t gonna hold out much longer,” Steve half-jokes. “Plus, it’s time to let others shine.”

“But you’re so talented!”

“I’ll coach for a bit. Pass it on. That’s the beauty of the sport,” Steve explains.

He’s so pretty. Eddie wants to stare at him all night.

“Jesus, he’s embarrassing,” Gareth says behind him.

“What?” Eddie turns, glaring at him.

“You said it out loud, dumbass.”

Eddie turns bright red. “Oh.”

Steve steps closer, a solid two inches taller than him in his skates. He smiles down at Eddie.

“Let me get changed and have my coach find us a spot for dinner. Wouldn’t want you to have to stop staring.”

Eddie’s never been charmed like this before. He feels faint.

“Yeah! Okay. The guys can just head back to the hotel or whatever,” Eddie tries to sound nonchalant, fails.

“Oh my god,” Frankie groans. “Please don’t do something stupid.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Steve promises, never taking his eyes off Eddie. “Wouldn’t want him to get distracted before I can get my mouth on him.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and Chrissy claps her hands once.

“Alright! Have fun! Be safe! Save it for a hotel room!”

She ushers the guys away quickly and Eddie’s grateful for it. They shouldn’t see him blundering this.

Steve leans in and kisses his cheek. “You’re gonna be fun. See you in ten.”

Eddie’s left standing there with pink cheeks and a determination to be fucked within an inch of his life later.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Be Bear Aware

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, July 2025 edition, and for the A Splash of Summer bonus card of the @steddiebingo Prompts: sign, 507 words and Picnic Rated: G Tags: Post-Vecna; Established relationship; Idiots in love; Picnics; Hiking; Proposal

“Oh no, it found the strawberries,” Eddie says. “You! Hey, you! Leave your paws off those, they’re organic! Do you have any idea what organic strawberries cost?”

He plucks a pine cone from the branch next to his head - though to be fair, it may be a fir cone; he didn’t pause to check what kind of tree it was when Steve pulled him up - and chucks it downward. It misses their picnic blanket by about two yards. The bear, who just cracked the tupperware container with the strawberries open like a particularly tasty beehive, doesn’t even turn. Eddie groans and reaches for a second cone, but that’s when Steve’s hand closes around his wrist.

“Stop it! Do you want it to come up here and eat us instead?”

“Bears don’t eat humans,” Eddie claims, but he does lower his hand. “It’s not even a big bear. We’ve fought bigger things.”

“I've fought bigger things,” Steve grumbles. “And I had my nail bat. You were behind the barricade with the kids, getting the molotovs ready.”

“And that’s why we work so well together,” Eddie beams. “We complement each other.”

“Save your breath,” Steve says. “I’m not wrestling a fucking bear.”

Eddie pouts. Down on the ground, the bear starts tearing into the sandwiches.

“I don’t even know why I agreed to this,” Steve grumbles. “What in the world told you this was a good spot for a picnic?”

“Well, excuse me for trying to do something romantic.” Eddie throws up his hands, except it makes him wobble on his branch, so he’s quick to bring them back down. “I didn’t think there’d be bears.”

“There were signs, Eddie! In big bold letters. Be bear aware.”

Eddie snorts. “What, really? That’s kinda cute.”

Steve glares.

Eddie sighs. “Okay, sorry, my bad. I should’ve paid better- … oh no, now it’s opening the champagne. You think bears can get drunk?”

Steve rakes a hand over his face.

“I have no idea. Guess we’re going to find out.”

They lapse into tense silence while the bear upends their picnic basket. Glass and porcelain shatter, and Eddie sighs. It looks like he owes the hotel some new plates. It also looks like they’re going to be here a while. His hand slips into his pocket.

“Strawberries and champagne for a hiking trip in bumfuck goddamn nowhere,” Steve grumbles. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder what goes on in your-”

And then he stops.

Because he has just spotted the little box Eddie is holding out to him, and the smooth golden band nestled on the tiny velvet cushion inside.

“What- … Are you proposing to me in a fucking pine tree?”

Eddie shrugs. “I would’ve done it on the ground, but apparently I wasn’t bear aware enough. And I think it may be a fir tree.”

Steve gawks at him. “I … I don’t even know what to say to you!”

“Well,” Eddie smiles. “I was hoping for yes?”

Steve does.

Eddie is strictly banned from all planning concerning the honeymoon.

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[rumble-bee-art]

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[resande]

My lil winter exchange for @hotluncheddie ! Hope you like it!💖💖🥳

@steddieexchange

[periwinkle-berries]

Everyone knows the age old question: where is Steve’s hand?

Well I have a proposition or two:

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The party, of course, immediately accepted Will and Robin when they came out. Dustin couldn't help but ask the question because he's a nosy little shit.

Dustin: *looking at Robin* If you had to pick a man, though, who would you go for?

Robin: Steve. No contest. Only in a parallel universe, though. And parallel me still has to like women. There's no universe where I'm straight. Not that I have anything against heterosexuality.

Steve: Eddie. *everyone stares at him* Oh, was that question not directed at both of us?

Eddie: It's okay, big boy. If I were gay, I'd go for you, too.

Argyle: *whispering* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know about bisexuality.

Steve: You whispered that to me.

Argyle: Oh, sorry. *turns to Jonathan* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know that bisexuality exists.

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

“vickie!” eddie practically screams from his kitchen, rage coursing through him as he stares down at the tabloids spread out in front of him on the counter. “get in here! now!”

eddie’s had an issue with his rage lately. well. he’s had an issue with a lot of things, since he got famous, really. but that’s not his problem right now.

his problem is he’s looking down at image after image of himself on the covers of people and us weekly and entertainment tonight being dragged out of last night’s night club by his own security team with blood pouring from his nose. he looks angry. he looks crazed.

just then, a stranger walks into his kitchen.

“who the fuck are you?” he blurts out at the man, who’s wearing a dark green sweater vest over a white t-shirt and tortoise-shell glasses.

“i’m steve,” the weirdo stalker says, smiling brightly. he has surprisingly swoopy hair for an insane fan. “i’m your new assistant.”

“where’s vickie?” eddie asks, rubbing at the sore spot on his nose. thank god it’s not broken.

“you fired her,” steve tells him. “two days ago.”

“i fire her all the time.”

“ok, well… i guess this time it stuck,” steve shrugs. “chrissy hired me.”

“fucking chrissy,” eddie says under his breath, rolling his eyes. he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and speed dials chrissy. “chris, what the fuck?” he doesn’t even give her the chance to say hello.

“good morning, eddie. i’m doing really well, how are you?”

“not fucking well, that’s how i am!” eddie practically yells into the receiver. “what the fuck? did you see the pictures? and who the fuck is this guy in my house?”

“yes, eddie, i saw the pictures.” eddie can hear the eye roll in her voice. “we’re handling it. nancy’s already on it with the team. what was the other thing?”

eddie knows she’s fucking with him and that pisses him off even more. “who is this freak in my house wearing a goddamn sweater vest?!” he feels like a blood vessel in his eye is about to pop.

“hey,” steve protests softly from across the kitchen where he’s started to pull shit out of eddie’s fridge. he didn’t even know there was anything in that fridge.

“that’s not a very nice way to talk about your new assistant,” chrissy’s voice comes loud and clear through the phone.

“christina fucking cunningham, you know i have final say on all hiring decisions when it comes to my assistants.” he rubs at his sore nose again.

“you had final say on all hiring decisions until you fired vickie for the thirteenth time and she refused to come back, even with a three hundred percent raise. we’re going in a different direction now.” chrissy sounds entirely too pleased with herself.

“well, i fucking hate him,” eddie grumbles and watches steve to make sure he’s heard him. steve doesn’t even react, just continues doing whatever the fuck he’s doing with the frying pan he’d found in the cabinet.

“you don’t even know him, eddie. give him a chance. anyway, i have to go, i have brunch plans with my very beautiful, very intelligent, perfect fiancée,” chrissy tells him, gloating, before hanging up on him.

eddie wants desperately to throw his phone across the kitchen, but if he breaks this one that would be his fourth phone in three weeks and he couldn’t bear to have to ask this steve person to go buy him a new one. he settles for squeezing it in his hand until it creaks while taking several deep breaths through his nose.

“what are you doing?” he grits out.

“are you always this rude?” steve asks, ignoring his question.

“to weirdo freak strangers showing up in my house unannounced? yes.”

“it’s not unannounced, chrissy wrote it on your calendar.” steve gestures toward the paper calendar hanging on the side of the fridge where chrissy writes his major life events and which eddie mostly just ignores before sliding a plate full of food toward eddie.

“what is this?” eddie sneers.

“it’s an omelette with cheese and mushrooms,” steve replies, smiling. he’s always fucking smiling.

“i’m allergic to… omelettes,” eddie says, just to be a dick.

“no you’re not. you’re allergic to blueberries and dust.” steve doesn’t stop smiling pleasantly.

“did you get access to my medical records? that’s a violation of my… whatever rights.” eddie waves a hand through the air.

“no, i didn’t go look at your medical records, jesus. i’m not a stalker. chrissy told me when she hired me.”

“whatever. i still fucking hate you.”

“okay,” steve shrugs again. “eat your breakfast.”

eddie has every intention of leaving the kitchen, full plate of food and all, but. he is hungry.

so he eats.

and he’s pissed that it’s actually good.

~*~

eddie spends the rest of the day being a general nuisance to steve any time he tries to do his job. when steve answers the phone before handing it to eddie, eddie “accidentally” hangs up on whoever it is on the hand off & makes sure to blame his new assistant when the person finally calls back. when steve has to drive him to his meeting with nancy and the pr team, eddie tries to give him the wrong directions, but steve’s too smart for that. when steve has to do the grocery shopping, he makes steve go to the erewhon all the way across town during rush hour because the one down the street “just doesn’t have the same vibe, steve.”

and all the while, steve just does his job, still smiling, not getting angry at all even though it’s beyond obvious eddie’s being a little shit to him.

which honestly just pisses eddie off more than anything else today.

“here’s some aspirin,” steve says, placing two white pills on the coffee table in front of eddie, along with a mason jar of water. eddie, lounging on his big squishy couch, pulls the ice pack away from his nose, which has started throbbing again. “you didn’t have any glasses.” steve shrugs when he sees eddie’s arched eyebrow looking skeptically at the jar of water. “if you don’t need anything else, i’ll take off for the day.”

it’s past 8pm already, long after steve should have left for the day except that eddie had made him stay to organize his extensive tshirt collection by color, shade, and design before he could even think about going home. it was an emergency, after all.

“i’ll have to check the t-shirt closet first,” eddie replies, before swallowing the aspirin dry. steve shrugs again and rolls his eyes. eddie would say something about his blatant rudeness, but he’s too exhausted.

eddie pulls himself off the couch and makes his way down the hallway to his “t-shirt room.” it’s so stupid, but he has all this space and he’d started collecting the tshirts so long ago. they’re not worth anything, they’re just his wardrobe but… they remind him of wayne and the thrifting they used to do every saturday morning.

the organization eddie had been having steve do was entirely arbitrary. it’s not like eddie plans his outfits. he mostly just pulls whatever out of wherever, unless it’s an event and then he pays someone to do the deciding and dressing for him anyway.

but. steve’s organized the t-shirts by genre and subgenre and then by band alphabetically and finally color. more than eddie had even asked him to do.

eddie had come in here fully prepared to rip steve a new one, but even he can be shocked into appreciation.

steve notices eddie’s silence and grins.

“can i tell you something?” steve says pleasantly and then continues without even letting eddie respond to the question. “i know i look like a nice polite guy next door that moms totally love—it’s the sweater vests, i think.” steve plucks at his top. “and that’s true. i am a nice polite guy and moms do love me. i’m awesome.” his grin widens. “but i got kicked out of my parents house when i was 18 and i lived in my car for a while. i’ve been on my own for seven years. i made a life in LA out of nothing. so you can throw your little temper tantrums and tell me how much you hate me. you can make me go to the erewhon all the way across town and you can make me look incompetent to my colleagues. but i need this job. i’ve worked hard for this job. this job pays more than any other job i’ve ever had combined. and you’re hardly the biggest asshole i’ve ever met. so you can continue trying to make my life miserable—hell, i’ll even give you my dad’s number, you guys can swap ideas!” steve laughs at his own joke before turning serious for the first time all day. “but i’m not vickie. you won’t make me cry. you can’t fire me. i’m not going anywhere.” he claps his hands together. “anyway, i’m gonna take off, since i have plans with my actual friends. but hey, i’ll see you tomorrow, huh?” and he smiles again, giving eddie a small waggle of his fingers, before heading out through the door.

eddie’s still just standing there in the middle of his tshirt room when he hears the front door slam shut.

part two

[sofadofax]

thinking rockstar eddie and normal guy/stay at home dad steve. their kid has career day at school and steddie think they’re gonna choose eddie for his presentation bc duh but he brings in steve instead. he’s fascinated with all the work steve does around the house plus he makes my lunch for school and cooks dinner EVERY NIGHT. just their kid being absolutely amazed and grateful with everything steve does. of course they also care about eddie’s job and his music etc and loves them both equally but thinks steve’s job is way cooler

[notaqueenakhaleesi]

Okay but here’s the thing… in fanfic you can say whatever you want but in canon in the show why does he throw his shirt at Eddie though??

[catherinnn]

Why pick one?

Steddie x fem!reader

summary: What happens when Eddie and Steve check out the same girl at a party? But then again... why would she pick just one?

warnings: SMUT (+18), p i v, threesome, fingering, hand-job, oral (f & m recieving), spanking, afab reader who is mentioned to be shorter than the boys.

words: 4.9k

masterlist

You were leaning against a wall outside in the garden of the house party. Accompanying your friends as they smoked. You weren’t complaining though, the summers in Hawkings were a challenge, but these cold breezes in the night made it all worth it.

You’d be having a nice night out with your friends if it wasn’t for the two boys leaning a few feet away staring at every movement you made.

They looked like opposites, and yet side by side they looked like trouble waiting to happen.

Eddie had noticed you first, eyes wandering on the characters in the garden until his eyes landed on you. He elbowed Steve, nodded in the direction of your friend group. In his mind was the idea that they’d both pick a different girl.

Little did they know they were both staring at you. You smirked, and slowly made your way over.

“Look at you two. Are you the entertainment tonight or just decoration?” You said, pulling out the honey-laced voice.

Steve laughs, amused. “Depends. Are you hiring?”

“Or auditioning?” Eddie jokes.

An hour passed in jokes and giggles. As if they were in a competition on who could make you laugh the most.

“Are you always this cocky?” you ask Steve with a smirk.

“Only when I’m around pretty girls” he tried a charming smile.

“Careful, Steve, you don’t wanna be too obvious” Eddie rolls his eyes, biting a laugh.

As the outdoor couch is finally free again, you move over there.

“For the lady, who’s as tall as a mouse” Eddie offers the couch cushion like he was presenting a throne, grinning.

“Oh, hilarious, no one’s ever made that joke before” you roll your eyes as you plop down.

“Are we not being original enough for you?” Steve snorted, flopping down beside you.

“Are these jesters too boring for you, princess?” Eddie jokes.

“Shut up” you roll your eyes, smirking.

“She’s such a princess. That’s your name now” Steve agrees after seeing it annoyed you.

“You just got knighted” Eddie comments

A group of younger girls across the garden giggled, eyes glued to Steve. You lean in and whispered just loud enough.

"Your fan club is assembling"

"Oh my God, look at his hair!" Eddie says mockingly.

"Just ignore them" Steve groans.

"Oh, poor you! So handsome is a curse!" you joke.

"Tragic. Someone get this man a cap and a pair of sunglasses!" Eddie joins in.

The giggling girls dare each other to go talk to Steve, shoving each other and giggling some more.

"They're planning their attack" you comment.

"I swear to god, if one of them calls me again, I'll jump in the pool" he complains.

"Relax, if they swarm, I'll protect you" you say.

"With what? Your fierce energy?" Eddie chuckles.

"She'll bite ankles" Steve laughs.

The younger girls keep getting closer, trying to act subtle.

"Okay, no, this is getting weird. They're like sixteen! One of them called me sir earlier!" Steve says.

"Aww, does sir Steve need a bodyguard?" you laugh.

"He needs help" he looks at you, pleading.

And you don't hesitate, you move onto his lap like it wasn't a big deal. One arm around his shoulders, the other hand playing with his hair.

The effect was immediate. The girls paused, their smiles turning into frowns, as they went back inside, bummed out.

"Holy shit, you're a genius" he says.

"I know, you're welcome"

Eddie rolls his eyes as if he was annoyed.

“Hey, you know who’s acting real smug?” Steve whispers in your ear as he nods towards Eddie. “Try to make him blush, only you would”

“Pff, good luck with that” Eddie steps in.

“Big talk for a guy who tripped over a cat earlier” you smirk.

“That cat came out of nowhere! And I don’t blush, sweetheart” He defends.

“So I can’t get to you?” you scoot closer.

“I’d like to see you try” he smirks.

“You have a lot of rings” you almost whisper since you got so close to him, as you trace your fingers on his rings.

“You like them?” he grins.

“I do, they really complete your look” you smile.

“I also can do this:” he says and takes one chunky ring off, to start rolling it finger through finger.

You see his trick but also get distracted by the cute face he makes as he’s concentrating, the tip of his tongue out of his mouth.

“You’re really cute when you concentrate like that” you giggle and distract him.

He fumbles a little to put his ring back on, and bites his lip to hide his grin.

“You okay over there, Munson?” Steve laughs. “Is that a little pink I see on your cheeks?”

“I’m fine, dumbass” he says.

“You can’t even say your own name!” Steve laughs.

“I did not forget my name! You two are evil”

You giggle as you plant a peck on his cheek.

From the way the two friends were handling the situation, you'd think they had done this before. But the truth is they had no idea what they were doing. Without noticing, they were both going for the same girl, and fortunately –or unfortunately, they were yet to see–, she seemed to like them both back.

“Maybe, but I’m not the one blushing over a five-foot minion” Steve comments and you shove him playfully.

But they were not overthinking this yet, they both let it happen. Watching you flirt with one and then the other.

You did notice they were very good friends, in the trust and confidence they had around each other.

But neither of the three of you tortured yourselves trying to figure this out. None of you knew what the hell was going to end up happening tonight, but you didn't trouble yourselves too much with it.

“I have a serious question” you start.

“Uh oh” Eddie muttered.

“Have you two ever kissed?” you ask, and that shut them up pretty fast.

Steve chokes on his drink. “What?”

Eddie laughs, nervously maybe. “Jumping straight into that one”

You shrug innocently. “You're very close. I mean, you bicker like an old couple and you seem to have known each other for a long time. It's a fair question”

“Sure, but… no. I don't think so?” Steve ponders.

“Once, kind of. Just a peck in a truth-or-dare dumb thing a few years ago” Eddie explains.

“That wasn't that long ago, it was the last halloween” Steve remembers now.

“Whatever” Eddie says, blushing a little again.

“You're both blushing. God, you're adorable” you laugh.

Steve throws a cushion at you but you catch it.

“I just think it's funny,” you lay back. “you act all cool and cocky but I say one thing and it’s middle-school in here all over again”

“Hey, I'm totally cool with kissing dudes” Eddie defends.

“Oh yeah? So kiss me” Steve calls his bluff.

“Maybe I will, big boy” Eddie doesn't give in.

“You're so flustered” you giggle.

“I hate her” the metalhead groans.

“No, you don't” you smile. “Come on, you both have wondered, I'm sure”

“I never-” Steve scoffed.

“Please, that dare doesn't count. I want a real kiss” you say.

“You want a performance, princess?” Eddie teases.

“You're the one in a band. I thought you liked putting on a show” you say back.

“Are you daring us right now?” Steve asks.

“Do you want me to dare you?” you smirk.

They glance at each other. Steve raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching like are you thinking what I'm thinking?

And they were.

Without a word, Steve leans in first. Eddie smirks as he leans in too.

And then suddenly, they were kissing.

It started almost like a joke, just to mess with her. But as they grab each other's faces to shift closer, Steve tilts his head slightly, Eddie's hand on his jaw. The kiss becomes more real.

Meanwhile, you blink, almost in awe. You had front-row tickets to the cutest boys kissing passionately. And that shut you up pretty quickly.

When they finally pulled back, stunned at themselves, they noticed her staring.

“What the hell was that?” you're the first one to speak.

“That was you losing, princess” Eddie says.

“I think we broke her” Steve chuckles as he touches your cheek to see if you still breathed.

“I don't know who I'm more jealous of” you admit.

“Want us to help you decide?” Eddie teases her and you're the one blushing now. “Oh, you're really quiet now” he says, smug as hell, stretching one arm around your shoulders.

“That was fine, I've seen better” you try to act indifferent.

“Sure, that’s why you weren’t even blinking” Steve chuckles.

“I was blinking!”

“You weren’t even breathing” Eddie chimes in.

“You two are so cocky” you roll your eyes.

“And you’re so jealous” Steve smirks.

“I was kidding” you lie.

“So you don’t want a kiss too?”

“I-... maybe” you don’t break eye contact with him, not wanting to lose you upper hand, not wanting to seem desperate.

Steve was still watching you with that same amused glint. His hand reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You really are pretty, you know?” he lets out.

You blink, thinking of a teasing comeback but it just gets stuck on your throat. As he leans in, slowly, his eyes now on your lips, just before he kissed you.

Careful. Gentle. Like a movie kiss. The princess movies you used to watch as a kid.

His hand cupping your cheek as if you were to disappear if he wasn’t careful.

When he pulled back, you felt breathless. In another dimension.

Eddie was watching too, surprisingly quiet.

“Told you,” Steve murmurs, as if he was only talking to Eddie. “She’s the prettiest thing in this house”

It was so clear what he was trying to achieve in you. And you almost hated that he did it so easily.

“You do look like a dream” Eddie whispers in your ear while you were still reeling from that kiss.

You turn to Eddie now. You both smirk. His eyes darker.

“You okay, princess? Still breathing?” his voice low, only for you. You can only nod. “Yeah? He does the prince thing real well. With a hair like that? He grew up thinking he was in a Disney movie”

“Jealous much, Munson?” he responds. but Eddie didn’t answer back. His focus all on you.

He tilts his head slightly, and shows that grin again, leaning slowly.

“But did you ever kiss the guy your daddy would warn you about?”

You giggle at that, shaking your head.

“Wanna try?” he chuckles too. But before you could answer, he’s kissing you.

This one wasn't as careful. It was more confident, like he knew you wanted it before you did. His hand slid behind your neck, pulling you in.

When he pulled away, just barely, lips still brushing. He whispered: “Still breathing?”

“Shut up” you laugh.

The second you sit up again, they’re already bickering.

“I mean, obviously mine was better” Steve grins proudly.

“Please, your kiss was vanilla, sweet, sure. But I made her knees week” Eddie answers.

“You were too harsh”

“She liked it”

“I was literally right here, man. Her eyes fluttered after mine!”

“Oh yeah? Well, she grabbed me like-”

“Are you guys serious right now?” you step in.

“Deadly. I wanna know now”

“You’re so annoying” you complain, still smirking.

“But who was more charming?”

“Yeah? Well, who was more handsome?”

You look between them, as if weighing the options. Then leaned back and shrugged. “Honestly? I’m into both of you”

That made them pause.

“Why just pick one?” you ask innocently. “I could definitely enjoy both of you”

“Holy shit” Steve muttered.

“That’s not fair” Eddie shakes his head, eyes closed.

“You’ve been teasing all night. I deserved this” you smile.

“You’re evil” he says.

“Yeah? I am?” you imitate his pout.

“Yes, you are” he says and grabs your jaw to kiss you again.

As you and Eddie get lost between giggles and more kisses, you open your eyes to see where’s Steve.

You see his eyes going back and forth on the people that are still at the party, which is not as packed as it was a few hours ago, but there's still a few groups hanging out in here.

“Hey,” you call his attention. “everything alright?”

“Yeah, I'm trying to see how long it'll take all these people to leave… or if I can kick them out”

“You want me to kick some butt, Harrington?” Eddie sits back up, almost looking forward to it.

“No, dumbass. It'll be easier to let them leave on their own. It's getting late either way” he says.

“Should we leave too?” you ask and they both turn to you with a frown and a big smirk.

“No, you're not going anywhere” Steve says and gets up, grabbing your hand.

You quickly follow behind, checking to see if Eddie is too. The latter wraps an arm around your waist so he won't lose you.

Steve makes his way upstairs. Slipping through the hallway like kids sneaking past bedtime.

Once he gets to the door of his room, he opens it and lets you in first. “Ma'am”

You giggle and step inside, looking around all the trophies and pictures with friends, smiling at the various ones he had with Eddie, noticing how cute they both look in each of them.

The door clicking shut behind them.

It was quieter here, making you more conscious on the way your heart was beating faster. You sit on the edge of the bed.

Steve stands in front of you, close enough to touch. “Still into both of us?”

You look up at him, then at Eddie, who was leaning against the desk, arms crossed, watching you two with a grin.

You grin as well, “Very much so”

Steve's fingers start brushing up your legs, very slowly. “Very good, sweetheart”

Eddie comes to sit next to you, his thigh pressed to yours, making you feel warmer.

Steve brushes a hair away from your face, like he was admiring you. “You're beautiful”

“You're just saying that because I picked both of you” you laugh.

“No,” Eddie whispers in your ear. “he was thinking it before you even came to talk to us. Weren't you, Harrington?”

“I was” he admits.

“I told you she'd look really cute blushing” Eddie says to Steve while his lips brush your earlobe.

You turn your head to him, and Eddie catches your mouth with his. Slower this time, taking his time pulling you in.

Then Steve leans in, and you turn to him next, catching his mouth in a more urgent kiss. His hands cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

They both took their time with you. And you'd be lying if you said they weren't so fucking good at this. Each kiss was different, and every touch was building more.

Eddie's hands start to wonder. One on your back and the other making his way up in between your legs, reaching to the hem of your dress.

“You're gonna drive us both crazy, princess” he whispers in your ear as you keep making out with Steve.

He kisses your neck passionately. sucking, biting, making you moan into the other boy's mouth.

Steve pulls back and he sees how Eddie kept moving your dress upward and upward, almost catching a glimpse of your panties.

Eddie starts kissing you again, not letting you breathe properly after Steve that he's already pulling you in another.

The other boy sits on your other side and kisses your neck as his hands take liberty. He slowly moves up to your breasts, giving you time to move him away if you didn't want this. But you let him move freely.

As Eddie grabs your jaw and kisses you deeply, Steve starts playing with your breasts on top of the dress, massaging them and softly playing with the nipples, making you whimper in between the kisses.

Eddie moves down as he gets to your collarbone.

“Can we take it off, sweetheart?” Steve asks in your ear.

“Yeah” you almost moan. And he unzips the dress to move it slowly down your body, freeing you from the waist up.

The boys almost forget to breathe when they see you're not wearing a bra underneath.

“Mmph fuck,” Eddie says as he gets closer again to start kissing you there. “you're perfect”

“She really is” Steve lets out as he dives in as well. Each boy kissing, sucking and biting on your breasts, making you whimper and close your legs to find some friction.

Eddie is the first one to let go, he sits up and takes off his jacket and shoes, then takes off your boots as well.

You lay more comfortably on the bed, Steve next to you as he kisses you again. You move his shirt up and he takes it off completely.

Eddie joins you, laying behind you as he kisses down your back and takes your boobs in his hands again.

You arch at his touch and he bites your waist slightly.

When Steve gets up, the other boy flips you around to meet him now and goes back to kissing you. You take his shirt off and throw it to the floor, he gets rid of your dress as well, leaving you only in your panties.

“Fuck” Steve stands there palming his cock through his boxers now, as he already took his jeans off.

Eddie looks up at him and grins, he stands up as well, leaving you in the bed for their eyes only. He gets rid of his jeans as they had gotten really uncomfortable.

You lay back, catching your breath from all those kisses and stare at the two boys, their torsos, their happy trails and down to the tent they both had in their boxers.

Little did you know, they were doing the same to you.

“Who takes their underwear off first?” you smirk, sitting up.

“You are” Eddie smirks, already coming to take it off of you.

“No, wait!” you giggle. “you two… and then me”

“You are an evil woman” Eddie confirms.

There's a few seconds of silence as they wait for the other to do the honors.

“Alright, fine” Steve dares. He slides his red boxers down, letting them fall to the floor.

Steve is… big, his cock stands proudly, large and the tip already pink.

You bite back your smirk and move your eyes to the other boy.

Eddie chuckles, rolls his eyes, and lets his blue boxers down.

To no one's surprise, Eddie is big too. You start to worry about the state of your legs tomorrow.

Eddie's more girthy, not as large. Red tip wet with pre-cum.

“You're drooling” Steve teases you.

“You wish” you say playfully.

“Your turn, pretty girl” he reminds you.

“Can I?” Eddie asks, already grabbing your black panties. You nod and he gladly slides them off.

They both let out a low groan as their eyes only focus on you.

“She's so fucking wet” Steve tells Eddie.

“We barely did anything yet,” Eddie smirks. “you got that wet from a few kisses and touches, baby?”

“I wanna taste her” Steve comments and gets on his knees in front of the bed. He puts your legs on each of his shoulders and starts kissing your thighs.

Eddie lays next to you and pulls you in for another kiss. You moan in his mouth as you feel Steve licking your clit.

He slowly starts kissing and sucking on your clit, making you whimper.

“Yeah? Is he making you feel good? Tell me, baby” Eddie whispers in your ear, then kissing it as well.

“Oh, just like that” you let out.

Steve keeps sucking on your clit, making you feel so good already, as two fingers make their way to your entrance, letting them inside in one swift movement, making you arch back.

Your hands fly to his soft hair, pulling his head even closer.

“Don't bite that lip, sweetheart, let us hear you” Eddie murmurs next to you and you go kiss him again. He smirks and gladly kisses you back. His hand goes to your nipple, playing with it. One of your hands goes down to grab his dick, slowly stroking him.

“Mmm sweetheart, fuck” he moans and goes down to kiss your breasts.

Steve's fingers curl upwards making you moan and pull him closer with your other hand. His tongue flat against your clit, making you feel so close already.

“Oh god!” you scream as they both make you feel so good. “Right there, just like that!”

You stroke Eddie faster, trying to make him feel as good as you are. He keeps mumbling curses against your skin and gripping your waist harder.

“Oh, Steve! Eddieeee!” you moan louder as you feel yourself coming. That high feeling taking over, making your stomach whirl and your legs close, trapping Steve inside.

“Shit, stop, stop” Eddie moves your hand before he cums, getting too lost on your touch and watching you cum was almost making him finish as well.

As you come down, your legs loosen around Steve's head and he looks up laughing, mouth and cheeks shining.

“Come here, taste her” Steve tells Eddie as he pulls him in a hungry kiss.

“Mmh, fuck, so sweet” the other one moans.

“Tastes so good” Steve agrees.

“Shut up” you laugh, blushing.

“You feel okay?” Steve checks in.

“More than okay” you giggle.

“You wanna keep going?” he asks against your lips.

“Yes, please” you smile and kiss him. It's a sweet kiss in between all this passion. He lifts you up so you sit.

“How do you wanna go?” Eddie asks, hugging you from behind.

“I think we're already in position” you joke, Eddie behind you and Steve in front of you.

“You sure you can take Steve in your mouth?” Eddie asks and you all laugh.

“I think she can take it” He smirks.

“Don't you wanna fuck me, Eddie?” you tease him, moving your ass against him back and forth. He grabs your cheeks roughly and sits you on him, making you feel all of him against your pussy.

“You wanna play coy with me, princess?” He says in your ear.

“Mmm, Eddie” you try to move to feel the friction.

“I think he likes to be in control” Steve tells you, as an advice.

“That’s right, you do as we say” Eddie reminds you.

“Yes, sir” you say almost joking, but he liked that.

“Good girl, now go forward, all on fours for us” he slowly pushes you forwad, hands on the mattress and ass up.

Steve grabs a condom from his nightstand and gives it to Eddie so he puts it on.

Steve positions himself in front of you, carresses your cheek as he brushes his dick on your lips. “Open up, beautiful”

You do as he says and open wide, he slides inside your mouth. Slowly for now, allowing you to take your time.

Eddie brushes his tip on your pussy, collecting your slick. And then pushes it inside, inch by inch.

You moan agaist Steve and that makes him groan as well. He collects your hair and makes a ponytail on his hand, to guide you easily.

Eddie grabs your hips tighter once he's all inside. Throws his head back. “She's so tight”

“Yeah? Is she? We're gonna have to stretch her up” Steve comments.

You swallow your moans as you go to take more of Steve, one full hand is still on his base, stroking what you can't take.

“God, that feels good” Steve moans.

“Make sure you take all of Stevie now, you greedy little slut” Eddie says between his teeth. He's meaner than Steve, but that shift of their personalities makes you wish this was not just a one night stand.

You know you can play with Eddie and he will punish you, he will tease you to death. All while Steve feels bad and kisses it better.

You move your hips, making Eddie go faster. He doesn't like that you take over.

He grabs your hips, pulling you closer, making you feel even more full. You moan on Steve's cock.

“Oh you want more? I'll give you more” Eddie says and gives you a hard spank on your ass, making you whimper. All of this getting Steve closer and closer, the vibrations everytime you moan on his cock, your face struggling to take it all, the view of Eddie's cock slamming inside of you and his hand spanking you hard.

Your walls squeeze Eddie tigher, and he spanks you again just feel that.

“Shit, you're so hot. Our little slut” he murmurs as he goes harder. “She's gripping me so hard, man”

“He's not going anywhere, sweetheart” Steve giggles as he mocks you.

You force yourself to take more of Steve. Close your eyes and breath deeply through your nose and you take him further into your mouth.

“Oh yes, just a little more, baby” he moans.

And you do just that, with his help as he pushes your head slowly to take more of him, you suddenly feel his hairs against your nose and you keep him there as long as you can. Your eyes well up and you start coughing.

He let's you breathe. “Atta girl, I knew you could do it. Such a good girl”

Eddie smirks, loving to see you like that. And he doesn't help. Instead, he goes faster and starts playing with your clit, he knew you were getting closer.

“Oh!” you scream as you feel that high building up. Steve brushes your hair and leaves kisses all over you as you take it.

“Are you close, pretty girl? I can feel you squeezing me harder” Eddie moans.

“Yes! Eddie! I- I'm cuming” you cry out.

“Cum for us, lets us see you cum for us again, pretty girl, so beautiful” he kisses your shoulder as well.

“Oh my god! Oh yes!” you let yourself come undone.

And as Eddie feels you cuming around him, he slams faster into you, messier.

“You're so tight, you feel s'good. God, you're so pretty, hottest girl I've ever seen” he keeps rambling, mumbling while he cums.

You both lay back, Eddie throws the condom away, and you catch your breath between giggles as he gives you looks.

“You okay?” he smiles.

“I'm great,” you smile at him. “that was incredible”

“You're incredible” he smiles cheekily.

“Hey,” you turn to Steve. “you”

“Hey you” he smiles at you.

“You didn't finish” you say.

“I'm fine, I'll just take a shower-” he tries but you stop him.

“No, come here”

“But you're tired-”

“I said, come here” you smirk and he laughs.

He sits on the bed, next to you. His dick still standing, a little more red now, wanting attention.

“Grab another condom” you whisper as you sit on his lap.

Eddie sits up, smirking, ready to enjoy the show.

Steve puts it on and pulls you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and he positions himself on your entrance. “Just tell me if you wanna stop”

“Don't worry” you say and he lowers you on his cock. “Mmph”

“Shit, you're right, she's so tight” he groans, talking to Eddie.

“Isn't she? It's like she doesn't let you escape” Eddie smirks.

“Yeah, man. Even after you fucked her, she's still gripping me” he agrees.

They keep talking as if you weren't even there, and it was turning you on even more. You jump on his cock faster.

“Look at the little bunny, still has my hand marked on her ass” Eddie smirks proudly. He wishes he could take a picture of you jumping on Harrington's cock with his own hand printed on your ass cheek.

Steve grabs your ass and moves you faster, biting on his lip as he's been edged all night, he's about to cum so hard.

Eddie notices that and gets closer to you, fingers on your clit to help you cum once more. “Can you do another one, princess? Be a good girl and cum on Steve's cock now”

“Oh fuck” you arch back, so close already.

“Go on, princess. Wanna watch you cum again, you look so perfect cuming for us” Eddie's fingers work on your clit a little too well, guitarist fingers, no doubt. Steve's cock still slamming into you, making you feel so full. It's only a few seconds later that they have you cuming again. Which obviously makes Steve finish too, he was trying to hold it so you could still cum.

After some minutes where you come back down, Eddie grabs you and pulls you on his lap, Steve gets up and throws the condom. He notices there's less noise downstairs now, there must be just a few people still hanging out that he'll have to kick out. He throws something on and gets out.

“Hey, let's go clean you up” Eddie whispers.

After a couple of minutes, Eddie and you get comfy on the bed. You put a DIO shirt on that you guess it's Eddie's. And then, Steve comes back up.

“They left, finally” he announces.

“You're just in time to stop the villain from stealing the princess” Eddie jokes.

“Make some room, idiot” Steve takes his jeans back off.

“Come here, big boy. The bed's warm and she's warmer”

[steddieas-shegoes]

last summer

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'i know what you did last summer'

rated e | 773 words | no cw | tags: brief mentions of eddie with other people, fuckbuddies, friends with benefits, idiots in love, getting together

also on ao3

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Eddie’s kind of a slut.

Sue him.

He likes sleeping around with any willing participant, mostly because there aren’t all that many willing participants to begin with. He’s in a small town and he’s weird enough that most of his conquests are doing it for free drugs or because they wanna know if the rumors are true.

He keeps it as lowkey as he can, still. Except for the summer before he follows Steve Harrington.

****

Steve is nice, way nicer than he thought he would be. He’s a flirt, but he’s shy, and it’s not even an act. He’s a dream.

Eddie fucks him until he cries.

But before he does that he fucks a lot of people until they cry. Double digits.

He goes all out because he’s fighting off the growing feelings for this man he knows he has no real shot in hell with. He fucks to forget the way Steve pulled him in, the way he moaned around his fingers when he insisted he wasn’t full enough, the way he licked into Eddie’s mouth when moaning wasn’t enough to say how much he was enjoying the way Eddie fucked into him.

Sarah was nice, but too loud even for Eddie.

Ryan was the typical Guy Trying Guys For The First Time, so he was nervous and trying to be macho even with a dick in his ass and it just wasn’t working for him. He came, he saw, he left quickly and didn’t give him his number.

Amy and Amanda were best friends since middle school and did everything together, including fuck guys who were no good for them. Eddie gave them both exactly what they wanted and went home.

Jackie was much too kind of a girl to be anywhere near him, but he adjusted and went slower, spoke nicer, gave her a kiss before he left.

Frankie, not to be confused with his friend and bandmate, was insistent on doing the fucking, and Eddie was in a mood, so he agreed. He limped out of there, sore enough that he knew he’d regret it all in the morning, but not upset about it.

His mind kept going back to Steve, though.

So he fucked him again, in his pool, under the stars and moon in some romantic subplot to his summer. They had to be quiet so the neighbors wouldn’t hear, but Steve’s quiet whimpers and whines as he fucked into him slowly, ripples of water crashing against their chests echoing against the concrete of the pool deck, were still loud enough that Eddie had to cover his mouth and move slower. He’s stunning with his hair wet and slicked back, his sun-kissed skin glistening in the moonlight. Eddie wants to write a song about this.

He fucks Laura the next night, doesn’t even think to ask her name before she’s screaming his. He finds out after, when he sees her necklace after she’s facing him in bed. He kisses her cheek and leaves.

No one is Steve.

****

“I wrote a song about you,” he admits while he’s holding Steve against his chest, rubbing his fingers up and down his spine. It’s the third night in a row he’s come over, the third night where he’s held Steve until he’s asleep and then snuck out as if he’s just another one of his slutty moments.

“Mm?” Steve’s exhausted, probably wrung out from two orgasms in the last hour. He’s barely awake.

“You’ve got in my head, Harrington,” Eddie says, voice dripping with fondness.

“Sing it for me?” Steve asks.

He can’t deny him a damn thing. He sings what he has, though he’s still working on the melody a bit. Steve won’t care.

It’s shaky because he’s trying to stay quiet, doesn’t wanna ruin this moment they’re in.

Steve snuggles in closer, hums contentedly.

Eddie feels splayed open when he’s done. He keeps holding onto Steve, waits for him to pull away and ask him to leave.

Instead, Steve kisses his chest, right over his frantic heartbeat.

He’s quiet, just lets his lips linger on his skin for a bit. His fingers are curled into Eddie’s side.

“If you can be just mine, you can come with me,” Steve finally says.

“Go with you where?” Eddie didn’t know he was leaving.

“Chicago. My parents are paying for my apartment while I go to school. They don’t have to know I brought my boyfriend,” Steve explains.

Eddie doesn’t even have to think about it.

“Yeah. I’m in.”

Every summer after that, Eddie’s still a little bit of a slut. But he’s a slut for Steve and Steve only.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Neverland - chapter 3

Written for the July 2025 pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles and also for the A Splash of Summer bonus card of the @steddiebingo

Prompt: Fireworks

Rated: T

Tags: Cruise ship AU; Musician Eddie; Kids' entertainer Steve; Steve in a dress; Sexual tension; Horny disaster Eddie Munson

Note: Read the previous parts here.

Eddie doesn’t see Dustin again for a few days, but much like a certain Tinkerdude, the little guy keeps running through his mind. He knows how it feels to never quite fit it, and what vicious bullies kids can be. So he worries. He thinks it’s only natural. 

It’s also, as it turns out, completely unnecessary, because when he spots the brood on deck with Steve and Robin at the big Moonlight Soiree marking the halfway point of the cruise, Dustin is right there, laughing and joking with the other ankle biters.

One of the cruise managers - a sour-faced, freckled guy who probably thinks he looks smart in his all-white uniform with the fucking shoulder flaps - calls after him as he hops off the stage and gestures for the rest of the band to wait. 

“Hey, where do you think you’re going? The fireworks start in five minutes and you’re supposed to provide background-” 

Eddie ignores him. His chances of landing a repeat gig with the Harrington Line are looking slim as it is, so he doesn’t exactly see the point of being on his best behavior. 

Robin sees him approach first. She turns to Steve, who has his back turned, and says something. Eddie can’t make out words over the buzz of the crowd, but Steve punches her in the arm and blushes a violent red, all the way down to the spaghetti straps of his little green dress. It makes him look a bit like a traffic light. A sexy traffic light. Eddie doesn’t pause to examine what that thought says about him. 

“Well, it’s true,” Robin says as he gets into earshot. “I’ll get them off you, no need to thank me. Good evening, fine sir!” 

She tips her Peter Pan hat and ushers the kids off to somewhere near the railing, probably to secure them a good spot for the fireworks. 

Eddie, who would probably burn to a pile of ashes the second he set foot on the sundeck, nods distractedly. Steve’s tan has, in fact, deepened - the caramel undertones of his skin are even more pronounced now, bringing out the golden specks in his eyes and the newly formed blond highlights in his windswept hair, and wait, stop, that’s not why he came over! 

“What did you do?” Eddie hisses the second they're out of earshot. Steve turns to him. The blush has faded to a dark pink.

“Oh, that?” he says, and does a slow twirl, showing off his muscled back and delicate tulle wings. “It was my free afternoon yesterday, so I hit the sundeck. What’s the point in being on a cruise if you don’t work on that tan, right?” 

“That’s not what I meant!” he blurts. Steve stops in the middle of his second twirl and turns back around, head tilted. “I meant the kids! Dustin! Last time I saw him, you practically had to drag him back by the ear, and now they’re- … How did you do this?” 

Eddie stares. Steve raises a brow. 

Steve shrugs. It makes one strap of the dress slip a little. He doesn’t push it back up.

“Kids are social creatures at their core. I sat them down and reminded them that it’s our differences that make us strong, and how we should value each other’s uniqueness rather than condemning it. I also may have mentioned that bullies are a certain crocodile’s favorite food, but that’s neither here nor there.” 

“I don’t believe you,” Eddie whispers, trying to keep his face solemn, even though one corner of his mouth is spasming violently. “You're a fiend! A fairy and a fiend, oh my God!” 

“Steve is fine,” says Steve. “And for the record, I think I'm allowed some fiendishness. As compensation for having to wear this stupid thing. I should be entitled to, like one complementary fiendery a day.” 

He puts his hands on his hips, all fake affront. Eddie isn't sure what to look at first. The way the dress rides up his freshly bronzed thighs? The way the shimmery fabric stretches tight over his chest? The way his eyes light up with barely concealed mirth, outsparkling his wings and the moonlight bouncing off the ocean? 

He doesn't know, but what he does know is that he's fucked. Fucked beyond hope, because not only is the guy drop dead gorgeous and sassy and funny and looks spectacular in a skirt, he's also good with kids and a hopeless dork? How is Eddie supposed to resist that? 

Not at all, that's how. 

“Eddie?” Steve murmurs. “I think you should  …” 

“Hm?” Eddie hums. There's a smattering of fresh freckles on Steve’s nose, mingling with the small and large moles. Eddie wants to count them with his lips and tongue. See if they taste like saltwater and sunscreen. “What should I do?” 

He leans in. 

And that's when the first fireworks burst in the night sky. 

“Oh shit,” Eddie curses. “I need to- … I gotta-...” 

“It's okay,” Steve beams. The lights bounce off his skin, starbursts of purple and red and blue. “We’ll pick it back up next time. Go get them.” 

He shoves Eddie lightly in the chest, and he whirls, flying towards the stage as if propelled by fairy dust. There must be magic at play because he only almost brains himself once on the deck and once on an amplifier as he trips onto the stage. Ignoring the manager's outraged shrieks and his band mates’ glares, he slings his guitar over his shoulders and launches into the dreadful slow jazz piece they're supposed to be playing. 

Nobody even notices the delay. Everyone is too busy tilting their heads into their necks and oooh-ing and aaaah-ing at the colorful lights in the sky. 

Except for one pair of eyes, at the very edge of the crowd. Eddie can feel them on himself for the entirety of his performance. They’re the only ones that matter, anyhow. 

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