#steve munson supremacy

[alien-magnolia]

Caught!! <3

Dom!Eddie Munson x sub!fem!reader (smaller body type, plus size) primal knk, predator/prey, major SIZE knk, hint of breeding, biting, unprotected p/v (do not do this), hints of wolf! Eddie and bunny!reader if you squint.

Come crawling faster. Obey your master. - “Master of Puppets,” Metallica. 

It all started out like any other day. You were feeling a bit needy, and came to visit Eddie in the woods, on his usual spot by the bench. Eddie offered you a joint, and a seat on his lap, where the both of you just talked about his upcoming DnD playthrough, watching the autumn leaves fall down. The both of you heard a noise, so Eddie went into the woods to investigate. He told you to stay put, in his words, ‘pretty girls should stay safe on the bench,’ yet you didn���t listen, and went after him shortly. 

You slowly stepped over the gnarled branches, twigs and dead leaves crunching underneath your feet. “Eddie?” “Eds?,” you called out, hearing nothing in return. You wore glasses as well, so seeing in the distance wasn’t your best skill. You felt like you were walking around in circles, your body getting a bit tired from the distance you’ve walked. Suddenly, a hand grabs your shoulder. “Boo,” that familiar, snarky voice, whispered in your ear. Your heart jumped, you let out a large shriek as Eddie stood there, giggling like a maniac. “You scared me!,” you huffed, stomping your foot and crossing your arms, making your breasts stand out a bit more. “Eds. You know I get scared easily. I was just looking for you, worried that something happened,” you explain. “I know, princess. Have to admit, though, you’re real cute when you’re scared. Took me no time to find you.,” his voice suddenly seemed deeper, a glint in his eye. You quickly noticed the bulge growing in his jeans. After that day, the both of you played this game quite often, where Eddie would catch helpless little you in the woods. 

You were running, panting, trying not to slip over loose branches and logs. Your chubby body was quite out of shape, so you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep going like this. You see a large oak tree, and quickly duck behind it, your thong under the skirt touches the wet leaves. You make yourself one with the dirt, and quiet your breathing.

“Little bunny! Little bunny, come on out. You know you want to see what happens when I find you,” a dark chuckle is heard as Eddie’s voice draws closer and closer. “Bunny, don’t shy away from your master, now, yeah?,” his voice calls out. Your Lacey little thong is soaking wet as you listen to his voice. He was coming to find you. Your big, bad, wolf <3. The anticipation was killing you. Big black boots stop right in front of you. They feel cool against your bare, dirt covered, thighs. Big, rough, hands close around your plush skin. 

“Caught you, little bunny,” Eddie smirked, his eyes glazing over your body, his rough hands squeezing the plush of your arms and tummy. “Wanna know what happens to little bunnies that get caught?,” he taunts, as you start to sniffle a little bit, tears coming through. You notice your boyfriend’s bulge start to show.  He was a sadist. He loved to see you in this weak, subby state. And you loved to be in it. “Awww,” he chides, a hand coming up to brush one of your tears away. My bunny girl is crying. Not time for that yet, sweetheart. There’ll be plenty of time later, though,” he adds. You could only stand there and sniffle. “Didn’t wanna be caught, Eds,” you reply back. “Bunnies don’t get to choose, do they?,” he chided at you, and with that, picked up your small body, and started carrying you over to a more private wooded area. 

“Wanna know what happens to little bunnies that get caught?,” he asks, rubbing his throbbing bulge on your thigh as he has you harshly pressed against a tree. You shake your head no, but you knew you wanted to know. “They get bred. Over and over, they get used, they’re just a little toy for their masters,” yeah?,” he chuckles, and bites into your neck as you let out a wail. A hand covering your mouth, Eddie chuckles, “don’t want to hear bunnies scream too too loud, baby. Other wolves might come see.” You seem upset. “They’ll use me too?,” you ask, in a complete state of helplessness as you struggle to be free of his grip, to no avail. “Nah. I don’t share my little bunny. She’s my property,” he says as he continues to kiss and bite your neck. Your soaking wet cunt starts twitching at this point, itching for some kind of release!!

His hands, calloused, a bit dirty from the branches he moved apart to find you, quickly spread your legs, one hand on your thigh, one hand on the plush of your hips, gripping your stretch marks mercilessly. He rips apart your thong, you feel the bark scratch against your thighs. You attempt to close your legs together to get some friction, but a spank quickly stops you. “Ah, ah, little one. Gotta be patient. Gotta examine my catch, make sure she’s in good shape. Gotta wait, little bunny,” he smirks, a thumb coming up to her push itself into your mouth. You eagerly suck his dusty thumb, looking into his chocolate brown eyes as you do. “Fuck,” he grunts softly. 

He leans down between your legs, simply looking at you. “Can feel the heat coming from her. Think I’m gonna eat well tonight,” he chuckles, and then dives in, his plush mouth quickly finding your clit, attaching to it like a leech, and not letting go. “Too much! Too much!!!,” his prey squeals and squirms under him, but he has caught her, and is determined to enjoy his catch <3!! After an agonizing moment of Eddie enjoying his prey’s screams, he moves on to your neck, you feel his long brown locks of hair tickle your body as his lips are all over your face, your neck. Your teeth clash.

Your soft body against his rough, broad, hairy chest, one of his arms caging you to the tree. His supple lips overshadowing yours, attacking yours, his other arm between your legs, making sure that your legs don’t close together, edging you. He pulls away, his voice breathy, his lips red and swollen. “My bunny can’t come without permission, can she?,” he whispers to you, that deep chuckle sending tremors down to your core. You quickly shake your head, and manage to free yourself of his grip. You drop down to your knees, giving him your best doe eyes. “I’ll do anything!! Please. You caught me. Need you,” you plead, baring your neck to him, your hands on his thighs, completely surrendering yourself to him. You were at his mercy, your predator’s mercy.

He keeps on nipping at your neck, your puffy swollen tits, his rough hands massaging them, as you cry out in pleasure from under him. You love how his metallic rings feel against your soft and sensitive skin <3!! 

“Ed.. Eddie! I - uh, please,” you squeak out, your eyes meeting his. “What’s the matter, sweet thing? Too much for you? Daww,” he grins, his sadistic side  showing. “Guess you’re just gonna have to take it, little one,” he chuckles, as he manhandles you over onto your tummy, his hands running down your hips and ass.

“Fuck,” he softly moans, running his hands over the back of your thighs, tracing circles, while your whole ass and pussy was right in front of his face. His fingers gently trace circles on your puffy lips, and you lean into his big hand, while he cups your pussy roughly, and you let out a wail. “She’s just dripping for me, isn’t she, bunny?,” he taunts. Your eyes are glazed over at this point, you can do nothing but nod stupidly, the side of your face pressed up against the tree, your hips wiggling for some kind of friction that you didn’t have yet. His fingers move inwards, three fingers sliding into you, curving against your ridged gummy walls. You close your eyes as he continues his ministrations. “Fuck. So perfect.” His soft lips give your sopping wet pussy a gentle kiss, before you hear the clink of his belt. Your empty hole clenched at the sound!!

His rough hands come around to mount your hips, digging into your stretch marks. “Ready, bun? Gonna go fast. Hard,” he warns you. But you didn’t need a warning. You were so ready, ready to be full of him. And full of him you were, you bit your lip as pleasure enveloped your body in a warm blanket, as his thick cock bullied its way inside you. You were so wet that Eds was able to fill you to the brim in an instant, bottoming out. His eyes closed, his face tilted up, with no warning, he grabbed you by the neck, tracing his hand over the base of your neck, and then used his arm to pull you flush against him, your back against his sweaty chest, your plush tits resting on your arm. A breathy whisper in your ear, a nibble at your neck, and he starts to move. In. Out. Those full, full, balls slapping against your puffy lips. His fingers push their way into your mouth, and you close your eyes in bliss, sucking on them. His calloused hand grips your chin as he fucks you restlessly, like an animal in rut, a predator mounting his prize, ready to be bred and full of seed. Your vision blurs as his soft cockhead touches your g-spot over and over. 

His messy brown locks around your shoulders and neck, his plush lips peppering your back with kisses. “Taking me so well, bunny. Just a little more. That’s it.” His groans send you to heaven as you clench around him and let go. He cums in you, his prize, his prey, taking a minute after to soothe you. “Did so well for me, sweet girl. My little bunny. Took me so well,” his breathy voice, barely a whisper in your ear, spoke, as you were still flush against his back, his hands tracing circles over your soft torso. He pulls out of you slowly, as not to hurt you, and then turns you around to face him, where you meet him in a tender kiss. “Wanted to be good for you, Eds,” you whisper to him, and he replies back with “I know, and you did so fuckin’ well. Come, let’s get you into a warm shower,” his thumbs come up to pinch your cheeks a bit, and he carefully leads you out of the woods, stopping every so often to check if you’re okay or help you out over a branch.  

He leads you back to the van, helping you step into it and buckling your seatbelt for you, and he drives the both of you over to the Munson trailer, with his hand on your thigh. 

a/n: Thank you for reading! Please reblog, like, or comment to help support my page! I'm ovulating and I would love to be caught by Eddie in the woods... ugh.

[str4ngergirlw0rld]

eddie loves you so much he stares at you lovingly , he tells you you’re the prettiest thing hes seen , that you’re his love of a lifetime , that if he didnt have you he would be so lost & that he would die for you. He keeps his lips on yours while he’s fucking you so he can feel your breathy moans against his lips.

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steve loves you so much he buys you the prettiest outfits to try on in front of him , he scrubs your hair in the shower and uses your shampoo when you’re away so he can smell like you, he does face masks and hair masks with you cause hes so in love its sickening , steve holds your hand when he fucks you to keep him grounded.

[ollyxar]

Hide and seek

Dustin wants to play hide and seek with The party. Steve and Eddie end up in the same hiding spot. Awkward times follow.( https://archiveofourown.org/works/62561122 ao3 link )

Dustin decided that the whole party had to play hide and seek. So everyone had to gather in Steves house and play. And since it was Dustins idea, he was the first one to look.

They had three minutes to hide. They were currently two and a half minutes into that time, and Steve still haven’t found a hiding spot. All the good ones were already occupied by someone else, so he had to go with the small closet on the first floor, where Dustin will almost definitely look first. But Steve didn’t really care, so he went there.

Just as the timer went of, he got in and closed the door. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

And before him, Eddie was staring, not very happily, at him.

“What are you doing here, Harrington, get out.“ He tried to push him out, but Steve was stronger than him, and he wasn’t pushing all that hard anyway.

“Sorry Eds, he’s already looking. Do you really want me to die?“ He shot Eddie comically sad look.

Eddie was just standing there and staring at him, until he sighed and hung his head in defeat.

“Okay, I guess you can stay. Turn the lights on though, it’s too dark in here.“

Steve did as Eddie said, and in that moment, it fell on him just how close they were really standing to each other. So much, that if he walked just a step closer to Eddie, they would be touching by their chests.

When he realised that, the room suddenly became three times warmer, and his already appearing blush three times darker.

They were standing there, almost pressed to each other for around two minutes.

The two minutes, Steve dedicated to studying Eddies face. While Eddie was staring at the very interesting white ceiling.

In the two minutes, Steve noticed details about Eddies face, that he had never noticed before.

Like the fact, that his eyes weren’t that dark as he thought at first. They were dark, of course, but in the bright light of the room, they seemed almost like chocolate, dark brown with a slight bit of sweetnes to them.

His nose was a bit crooked, maybe from some accident from when he was little. Maybe, little Eddie was riding a bike, fell and broke his nose. He smiled at that thought. There were so many things he didn’t know about Eddie yet, and he wanted to know every single one of them.

And the last thing, the one that most surprised him, was that he had freckles. Light ones, but there were so many of them. He didn’t know how he couldn’t notice them before.

“I never noticed you have freckles.“ He whispered, so Dustin couldn’t hear them, while looking for them.

Eddie moved his eyes from the ceiling to Steve. He just gave Steve a weird look, but said nothing, while continuing to look into Steves eyes.

Just as Steve was beginning to think that he said something wrong, Eddie started to talk.

“Yeah that’s probably for the best, they’re not my most flattering feature.“ He laughed, but there was something sad in it.

Steve was thinking for a bit about what he was going to say next. If what he wanted to say was too much forward. But he decided to say it anyway.

“I think they’re cute“

What followed after he said that, was one of the most awkward and quiet moments he had to live through. He knew it was too much, that Eddie was straight and this was going to weird him out. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut.

He started to spiral, thinking about everything that could possibly happen now.

Eddie pulled him out of his thoughts by poking his arm, while looking at him expectantly. Steve realised he must’ve said something, but Steve didn’t hear him over his overthinking. Eddie catched on and repeated it.

“Can I kiss you?“

When he said that, Steves mind went blank, and the only thing he could do was nod.

Eddie started to get closer to him, Steve could already feel his breath on his lips. They were so close to kissing. But then the door opened, and Dustin appeared behind it.

“Yes! First ones!“ He said excitedly and ran away to find the other ones still hiding.

And just by that, he made poor Steve and Eddie pine after each other for another two months.

[mixsethaddams]

@steddiemicrofic prompt ‘Cake’, 311 words

Rated G, pre-relationship fluff, no warnings.

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“You need to tell me your favourite flavour,”

Eddie’s head whipped around.

“Wha-?” he asked. “Mine?”

“Yeah,” said Steve, his hands in a sink of soapy water. “Your birthdays up next, right? I need to know what you like,”

Eddie stared at the side of Steve’s head, clutching the dishtowel he was using to dry the clean plates.

They were clearing up after a Party-only (and corroded coffin) get together for Dustin’s birthday.

Steve baked the most amazing strawberry cheesecake, and even made a special dairy-free cupcake for Gareth.

“Gonna bake a cake for me, Harrington?” snorted Eddie.

“Yes,” replied Steve easily. “I do it for everyone’s birthday,”

Eddie focused on the mug in his hands. No one ever baked him a cake before.

When Eddie was a kid, birthday cakes were store bought. They were perfect, don’t get Eddie wrong, but he was always curious about the homemade kind. If Wayne could have, he would have, but Eddie also knew his uncle was working every hour god sent to keep them fed and warm, so he never asked.

Steve was watching him closely, leaning sideways against the sink with a bubble-covered hand on his hip.

“You don’t need to do that,” mumbled Eddie, willing the blush he felt across his ears to go down. “Why would you even want to?”

“Because I care about you,” said Steve quickly, before a flush of red lit up his own ears. He cleared his throat and started washing dishes again. “So just tell me what flavour you like,”

Eddie bit his lip. They were both staring straight down at their own hands, the air thick with a tension matched only by middle school dances.

“I like…” Eddie said meekly. “Lemon. I like lemon, please,”

In his peripheral vision, Eddie saw Steve smile.

“That’s my favourite too,” whispered Steve, nudging Eddie with his elbow.

[paperbackribs]

He was going to ask for a glass of milk

"I've got to have something," Eddie mutters, "I still have Steve in my mouth."

"You're a pig, don't you dare even say it--" Robin groans at Steve as he perks up next to her. She falls back with a dramatic eye roll against the couch while somehow conveying a sense of comraderie to her hive-mind twin, faintly gesturing for him to continue onwards with an indulgent hand movement.

"You mean...?" Steve asks meaningfully, voice earnestly hopeful even while sweet hazel eyes deepen over a dirty smirk.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow over the second lot of homemade cookies halfway to his mouth, clueless until he suddenly, horrifyingly understands how the dynamic duo had interpreted his words.

"You mean..." Eddie echoes incredulously, waiting for the two of them to jump up, do jazz hands and cry out: 'surprise you homo, Steve Harrington is not into you.'

Instead.

Oh my god, Eddie thinks, as they turn and nod at each other, heart beating harder as Steve's face firms in a familiar determined expression, as if Eddie's a goal to be stolen away from the home team.

Swiftly, and in an almost professional manner that has Robin clapping Steve between his shoulders, she swiftly exits their apartment. The slap of the door slamming behind her echoes through the place and Steve steps forward, eyes mischievous in a way that has Eddie's knees near buckling.

"Want to have a real reason to wash out your mouth?"

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up Spring challenge.

Holding Out For Spring

Prompt: Spring | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Alcohol Abuse | Tags: Eddie POV, Corroded Coffin, Future Fic, Struggling, Chronic Pain, Post Break-Up, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Gatorade: Not a Sponsor

Eddie scratches his pen against the page, scribbling forth and scratching away the words that are spilling out onto the loose papers shuffled all around the desk. He reaches for the bottle sitting on the edge of the desk, and takes another long pull.

It was supposed to be a sober month, and he only made it eight days. That's two more than last month, he supposes. 

Writing drunk never gets him anywhere, not really, but he's doing it anyway. Because he feels too much right now. 

The door to the hotel room opens and closes, and Eddie ignores it. He doesn't want the lecture, not from any of them. He's heard it all before, and it doesn't bear repeating.

It's Gareth, and he's quiet as he gathers up the discarded empties, dropping them into the small trash can across the hotel room. Then, he's putting his hand on Eddie's, covering his fingers as they grip the pen, stilling his wrist. Stopping the flow of words.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Gareth tells him, and it's too soft. Too gentle, and Eddie fucking hates it. Hates him. Hates this godforsaken band. 

Hates the never-ending winter he's suffering through. Freezing him to the bone while he moves through the world.

Gareth can't fix that, nobody can, and there's nothing the three of them can scheme up to change this. No amount of babysitting, no amount of coddling, and no amount of treating him like he's fragile. 

He's not fragile. He's broken. There's a difference.

And Eddie wants to fight back, wants to snarl and bite, but he doesn't. He lets go of the pen, and watches as it rolls off the desk and onto the carpet. 

Gareth pulls him up off the chair, and leads him towards the bathroom, getting the water turned on and to the right temperature. Eddie just leans there watching it all happen, numb. 

"Can you stand?" Gareth asks, and Eddie nods.

It's too cold, this winter that's lingering. Steve left, and that saddled him with six more weeks of winter. Only, it's been six months now.

And he's still holding out for spring.

If spring would just come, then maybe he'd be able to breathe again, even if that feels impossible these days, without Steve. 

He gets in the shower, and sticks his head under the spray, trying to sober up. Scrubs at his sides, fingers digging into the scars there. The ones that have faded, but will never disappear. He's in constant pain. The nerve damage, the muscle loss. You can't get gnawed on by bats and just bounce back, at least Eddie couldn't.

Steve did.

But Steve's always been stronger than him.

He's not gonna be fixed, not ever, but they have a show tonight, and if they cancel any more gigs, shit's really gonna hit the fan. He's a goddamn mess, has been since Steve…took a break. 

It's just a break, not a break-up, Eddie tells himself. Over and over, because he won't survive, if this is permanent. Even as the days have turned into weeks, into months.  

He can hear the rest of the band arguing outside the door, Jeff and Goodie now involved. Throwing ideas around. The same old, same old. 

Rehab, again. Canceling the tour, again. Calling Wayne, again.

The last resort, calling Steve.

They can't do any of those things. Won't. None of them will help, will fix him. This is just the way he is, and they have to work around it.  

So, they'll get him sobered up for the night, for the week, and pretend he'll be better this time. He won't be. He never is. The pain will come back, and he'll turn back to the bottle. 

It's genetic. The Munson way. He's cursed, and there's no point in fighting it. 

When Eddie gets out of the shower, Gareth has his scribbled lyrics in hand, waving them around as he talks. Like Eddie isn't even here, listening. Eddie sees the bottle of yellow Gatorade on the desk, that one of them must have gotten from the vending machine, like it'd be enough to sober him up, and Eddie bats it away, sending it skittering across the carpet and into the wall, leaving a dent near the baseboard that they'll have to pay for. That's nothing new. But it shuts them up, just for a second, before Goodie picks the bottle up off the ground and hurls it back at Eddie. Eddie ducks instead of catching it, and it slams against the mirror, glass against glass, all of it shattering to the carpet below.

Eddie lunges towards Goodie, while Gareth and Jeff struggle to hold them both back, and the shouting starts, all over again.

Eddie comes off the stage, and a bottle of Gatorade is pressed into his fist, and he downs it. Ignoring that it's the wrong color. He prefers yellow, and Steve knows that. So does the band. But this stranger, this roadie, doesn't. So, it's red. 

It's fine, but it isn't right. 

Eddie still claps the kid on the shoulder in thanks, and walks away. 

Opening the door to his dressing room, there's a bottle of yellow Gatorade waiting on the coffee table, and Steve waiting on the couch. 

Eddie can't be mad they called him, can't do anything other than crumple in on himself at the sight of him. Steve shouldn't be here, shouldn't be trying to save Eddie from himself, yet again. It hasn't worked before, and it probably won't work now, either.

But Eddie wants it to work. Wants to be good enough for Steve.

"Why?" Eddie asks, and Steve stands. Crosses the room, takes Sweetheart off of Eddie's back, sitting her down gently. Then he pulls Eddie to his chest, those large, warm hands sliding up and down Eddie's back. Soothing him, warming him. 

"You know why," Steve says.

Eddie held out for spring, and he's here now. 

His sunshine, in a yellow sweater.

The start of the thaw.

Inspired by the song Spring by Ed Sheeran.

I said I'd do a sober month, I failed, but tried, and wrote this drunk, Oh, what a state we're in, I'll keep holdin' out for spring Spring, Ed Sheeran

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[helpimstuckposting]

Part one | part two | part three

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Steve glanced at the door to the bar once again, as he and Robin watched their coworkers set up the karaoke equipment. They never worked on Thursdays, so they had the whole night to goof off and have fun. Or, they usually had fun when Steve wasn’t constantly looking at the door every four seconds.

“It’s literally 7PM, Dorkus, you haven’t been stood up yet,” Robin said, complete exasperation dancing in her eyes as they rolled to the ceiling and back to Steve’s sad face.

“What do you mean ‘stood up’? I’m not being stood up, it’s not a date, I was just advertising the bar’s events!” Steve had been trying to convince her (and himself) all day that it wasn’t a big deal, that Steve didn’t even expect Eddie to show up, that he totally wasn’t completely freaking out about the prospect of being in the same room again with The Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin. Besides, even if he did genuinely want to come, the band was probably setting everything up for their show tomorrow or rehearsing or something. They had much better things to do than go to a random bar for karaoke on a Thursday night.

Steve was fine, obviously.

“Obviously,” Robin muttered, their one braincell sharing their thoughts as always. “Whatever, I’m getting corn chips,” she said, standing up to abandon Steve for the convenience store across the street. Karaoke didn’t even start until 9pm, so Steve wasn’t sure why he was freaking out so much. Sure, Eddie Munson was famous. Sure, he was flirting a bit last night. And sure, he was the most beautiful man Steve had ever seen in person, but that was all. No big deal.

If Eddie didn’t show, Robin and Steve would still dominate karaoke night, the on-shift bartenders would still roll eyes at their antics, someone would go too hard and make a mess of the bathroom, and Robin and Steve would duck out before anyone could ask if they’d help with the clean-up. Just like every Thursday. Just like normal.

If Eddie did show… well. Steve could panic about that later, if it even happened at all.

Robin strolled back into the bar a few minutes later, some off-brand Fritos in her hands, along with a snack for Steve (like always). They helped set up the mics and speakers (like always), and connect the TVs to a laptop at the back (like always), and put their names at the top of the list for when the night finally starts (like always).

Steve took a few deep breaths, willing the tension in his chest to finally unwind the rest of the way. The routine helped, convinced him that everything was as it always was, and he had no reason to panic. He and Robin took the stage, doing one round of songs to test the mics and equipment before they would hand it off to their coworkers to man the list of participants. The cool metal of the mic stand under his fingertips and the echo of Robin’s voice next to him snapped the last string constricting his lungs, and he smiled into the rest of the lyrics.

His fingers itched to play his guitar, to take a step back and let the notes wash over him, let the muscle memory take control and just check out for a little. He loved that Robin was main vocals, that she took the stage and just let go of all her inhibitions and he wasn’t expected to be king of the stage. However, on Thursday nights, they were a vocal pair, trading off and harmonizing and dancing around, letting the laughter and cheers of the crowd dictate their energy. He never expected to love performing this much, felt like his whole life had been a performance and he never wanted to do that again, but this was performance on his terms, doing what he loved, with the person he loved most in the world.

Until of course Eddie Munson walked through the doors and Steve completely stuttered over the next line, catching Robin’s smirk out of the corner of his eye. She mouthed ‘Told you so’ during a lyric break, and Steve shook his head to try and dislodge the fog, taking the few beats of rest he had to will the lyrics back onto his tongue.

Miraculously, he finished the song without further issue, and almost tripped himself off stage when he heard Munson scream encouragement at the back of the crowd. He had a rockstar cheering for him. A literal rockstar.

“You’re drooling,” Robin whispered to him as she passed, voice smug in a way that would make him violent if it wasn’t coming from her. She turned, walking backwards through the tables to keep eye contact with Steve. “He’s just a customer and you’re drooling.”

“I am not drooling, Buckley, I know where you sleep.”

“Oh like that’s a threat. We live together, Dingus.” She rolled her eyes and slipped up to the bar, knocking on the wood and throwing up two fingers toward the bartender on duty. She nodded toward them and started making their orders without any further information needed.

“I feel like a king when I do that,” Robin laughed, throwing an arm around Steves shoulders and squeezing tightly.

“We live together, so the threat is real, Robs. I could shave your head any time I wanted.” Steve brought his arm up around Robin’s waist, and the pair leaned against the bar to wait for their drinks.

“Not working tonight?” A voice asked behind them. Steve’s whole body tensed, Robin squeezing his shoulder tighter whether in encouragement or laughter, Steve wasn’t quite sure.

“Nah, karaoke nights are for the boys!” Robin replied, her body half turned toward the voice.

“Killer set, as always.” Their drinks were set down in front of them, and Eddie turned to order his own. He shifted back to Robin, leaning half against the bar next to them, and Steve swallowed his nerves to speak, pulling out his bitchy high school shield from the depths of his soul.

“As always? You heard us twice.”

Eddie smirked and flopped his head to the side, getting a better look at Steve around Robin’s shoulder.

“You telling me these past two nights were a fluke, big boy?”

Robin choked on her drink, which was the only thing that saved Steve from dying right on the spot. “I’m out,” she said, wiping her chin before patting Steve on the shoulder, “release your inhibitions, big boy.” Steve could hear her cackling into the crowd as Eddie slid in next to him.

“You make it look fun up there,” Eddie said, nodding toward the stage. The bartender set three drinks in front of him and he handed her his card, gesturing toward the two men he came with to come grab them. Steve didn’t really know his band mates’ names, Dustin only really talked about Eddie, but he recognized them from the posters and music videos.

“Right, like you don’t have fun on stage,” Steve scoffed, a switch in his brain flipping when he saw the absolute sparkle in Eddie’s eyes. It was too late to take the statement back, and judging from the look the rockstar next to him had, he wasn’t going to just drop it.

“So you do know who I am, princess. Thought for a second there you didn’t recognize me.” One of his band mates scoffed as he reached between them to grab two of the drinks. Eddie elbowed him hard and quickly shoved him out of the way, putting on his dimpled little smile again once the space was clear. He flicked a few nervous side eyes in the direction of the man who was now walking away, and Steve followed his eyes to see Robin laughing at the table with the third member of Corroded Coffin.

Something about Eddie’s fumble with his friend made the nerves drain from Steve completely. The power imbalance had shifted in his eyes, it felt like any other time he flirted with someone at the bar. He liked knowing Eddie wasn’t some infallible charmer. The nervous giggle was cute, too.

It had Steve leaning back against the bar, tension in his shoulders diminished like he was right back to chatting up a girl in the school hallway, letterman jacket perched on his shoulders. For how much he hated who he was back then, it was easy to slip into that character sometimes. It felt like a protective wall that hid him from his own anxieties.

“A kid I used to babysit was obsessed with you. Still is, actually. I’m kind of dying to see his reaction when I tell him I’ve met you,” Steve chuckled, seeing that firefly twinkle back in Eddie’s eyes. Maybe putting on the rockstar persona did the same for Eddie’s anxieties as Steve’s personas did. Maybe they weren’t so different.

“A kid? I’m a bit concerned, we’re not exactly kid-friendly.”

“Nah, Dustin’s in college now. I’ll never stop calling him a kid, though, he could be forty for all I care.”

Eddie laughed, those dimples just blinding. He gestured to a high top table for two and walked Steve over to it.

“What about your friends?” Steve asked.

“Oh they can drown in their own laughter, I don’t need to hear it just yet.” Steve looked back over to their table, Robin was now making faces directly at him while the two other members of Corroded Coffin laughed with her. He was so going to shave her head.

“Yeah I get what you mean.”

Eddie chuckled and took a sip from his drink, “So, your friend have tickets to the show this weekend?” he asked, thankfully bringing the subject back to Dustin and away from the sure fire humiliation that Robin was gearing his way.

“Oh, no. He couldn’t afford it, he’s been whining about it all month,” Steve said, vividly remembering just last weekend when Dustin yelled about the unfairness of society into his pillow for the twelfth time. If he could have paid for the ticket himself, he would have, but he’d told his parents countless times that he wanted to pave his own way and asking them for concert ticket money was absolutely out of the question.

Eddie hummed into his drink, raising his eyebrows. “I think I can do something about that.”

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I’m a huge fan of run on sentences if you couldn’t tell. I didn’t expect this part to get so long so I’ve stopped it here for now out of fear lol I’m having a lot of fun with this though so I’m glad people are enjoying it!!

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Moving On pt. 1

a follow up to Steve's Mixtape Part 2

includes: pining, gay steve harrington, stobin supremacy and oblivious eddie munson word count: 2,995 (whoops)

It's been two weeks since Steve made a complete and total fool of himself in front of his friend Eddie Munson. His apparently straight friend. The straight friend that Steve confessed his big, gay love for only to be rejected. The look on Eddie's face had been haunting Steve's every waking moment. Disgust. Horror.  

"Man, I'm not... I'm not gay. I don't like you that way." 

His mixtape was currently playing loud enough to drown out any thoughts. Steve's head dangled off the edge of his bed. He figured maybe he'd eventually pass out from the lack of oxygen and forget all about this whole ordeal. Well except for the being gay part because Steve is gay. One hundred percent homosexual.

He realizes how that must look from the outside. How could Steve 'the hair' Harrington possibly be gay? He was a bonafide ladies' man. He'd slept with plenty of girls. Hell, hadn't he been in love with Nancy Wheeler. And that's the thing, he did sleep with plenty of girls and he absolutely loved Nancy. Always would.  

Note the lack of 'in love with' in that sentence because he'd realized his feelings for Nancy were all tangled up in confusion. He knew he was supposed to find a pretty girl and eventually get married. Be miserable like his parents. He truly did care for Nance. She was beautiful and smart, but she never gave him butterflies. Never made him feel like he'd die if he couldn't kiss her or touch her. He'd been performing. Funny enough, Nancy had seen through him and they broke up over spilled drinks and cruel words. Bullshit.  

Hey, she was right though. It was bullshit because it wasn't girls that set him on fire. It wasn't soft curves and delicate touches that made him crazy. He was just exceptionally good at suppressing those feelings. His father would kill him for being one of those people. That was one of the nicer ways his dad liked to talk about people he didn't understand. There was so much internalized hatred that he had to work through and he was. He'd been making steps.  

Robin made all the difference in the world. When she'd tearfully come out to him on that dirty mall bathroom floor, Steve felt his whole world shift. He wasn't ready to say anything about his own situation, but he knew he wasn't alone anymore. Cue the end of the world, again, and suddenly it clicks for Steve. He could have died and he'd never come out and lived an authentic life. Never accepted himself all because his dad is a bigoted dick. All because society had decided that some love is wrong. So, Steve decides then and there: fuck that. Fuck his father and fuck society. Steve was gay. And he came out to Robin in the middle of the goddamn apocalypse. All she'd said was 'I'm so proud of you dingus." and gave him a hug.  

So yes, Robbie knew all about the crush. They'd sit and talk all about every little thing Eddie would say to Steve. Even Robin had been so sure that Eddie was flirting and interested. She'd encouraged Steve to go for it. Steve had been sure too. All the cutesy nicknames and the way Eddie was always in his personal space. The constant touching. Was Eddie like that with everyone and Steve was just stupid?  

As Steve let himself get dizzier and dizzier and Air Supply sang about being all out of love and being lost without someone, Robin was letting herself into his house with her spare key. He figured she'd be there eventually and found he didn't have the energy to even care if she saw him this way. His hair was a mess, he'd been wearing the same pajamas for days. Takeout containers were strewn around his bedroom.  

"Steven Elizabeth, I am going to burn this goddamn tape! Holy shit, you are a mess." Robin yelled; her tone was judgmental but her face was filled with pity. He hated it.  

"I am wallowing. I'm a fucking mess." Steve shrugged, attempting to sit up. Robin ejected the tape, putting in her pocket. Steve made grabby hands but she quickly evaded him. "Also, my name isn't Steven Elizabeth." 

"Enough of this, Steve. I know it hurts. I probably know more than anyone. It's why I never make a move on Vickie. What if it goes wrong and then she knows about me and rejects me and then I'll be a social pariah and we won't even be friends." Robin rambled as Steve glared.  

"Thank you, Rob. So helpful. Rejected. Check. Pariah. Check. Lost a friend. Fucking check." Steve cries.  

"Sorry, I just get it. It will be okay though. As soon as I graduate, we should get the fuck out of this town. Go somewhere else. Indy. Chicago. A city where we can somewhat live openly. We can meet other gays and fall in love and move on from our tragic straight crushes."  

Steve considers her words. Leave Hawkins. The kids will be sophomores next year. Indy isn't so far away that he couldn't come back if something happens. He's been saving money for the past year and a half. He has his trust fund. He doesn't have to stay.  

"We'd get a shitty apartment and a cat. Find our favorite coffee shop. I could do whatever I want. Hell, I want to go to cosmetology school. I think I'd be really good at doing hair and shit. We could breathe away from this place. There's no freedom here, is there?" Steve said it all in rush, like he couldn't believe he was admitting it all out loud.  

"Let's fucking do it, Stevie. You would be amazing at that. You literally fix my hair on a regular basis. Let's go live our gay lives somewhere besides this shit hole. You can let go of Eddie and I can let go of Vickie. We can start over. No more shitty parents and closets." 

"Yeah, babe. Time to start making plans!" For the first time in weeks, months even, Steve felt hope stirring inside of him. He knows it's gonna be hard to tell Dustin and the others. He's not even sure if he should tell Eddie, but he will. He wishes things were different and that he could ask Eddie to come with them. Go back to the moment before he ruined everything and just be friends again.  

Maybe he could do that one day. Maybe leaving Hawkins for the city would put these feelings into perspective. The immense, overwhelming love he feels for Eddie would soften in a new setting and Steve could move on. Find a nice guy that he was compatible with and fall in love. He hopes that Eddie will at least be happy for him and Robin.  

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He tells his parents when they stop in for the weekend. About moving, not about cosmetology or being gay. Says he's applying to a community college in Indy and is going to live with Robin. Allows his parents to make their own assumptions as does Robin when she shares that Steve is moving with her. If their parents think they're dating, it's not the worst thing. It gets his dad off his case at the very least.  

He tells Dustin first. Dustin's response surprises him. Dustin tells him "It's about goddamn time you get of this town. you better call me all the time though." Steve promises to set up the phone first thing and ring him. The others react similarly. Happy for him, but sad he's going. He knows he's gonna miss them like crazy.  

He's still working up to calling Eddie. It's been three weeks and he hasn't heard a word from him. What he doesn't account for is the kids telling him before he gets a chance. It’s a humid Sunday afternoon and he and Robin are lounging by the pool, a pitcher of margaritas next to them. It’s halfway gone and they’d been heavy on the tequila. They’re delightfully tipsy.

Robin graduates next week. Then their packing up the beamer and finally going to visit Indy and find an apartment and jobs, hopefully. The sun is hot on Steve’s skin as he contemplates getting in the pool to cool off when he feels a shadow over him.  

“Rob, what the fuck. You’re blocking my sun.” Steve whines without even opening his eyes. 

“Uh huh, you’re blocking mine dingus.” She laughs in response. Both steadily heading out of the region of tipsy.  

Steve opens his eyes and Eddie Munson is standing over him. Arms crossed and his mouth in a tight line like he’s pissed. He isn’t even sure how the fuck he got into his backyard, but he is not prepared for this today. He doesn’t want to ruin the perfect vibe of this lazy Sunday afternoon with his best friend. He waits for Eddie to say something, but he just glares.  

“How the fuck did you even get in here, Munson?” Robin asks. If she sounds a bit meaner than usual, that’s her prerogative. She had to watch Steve cry over this guy for weeks. And that’s not counting all the pining prior to his disastrous love confession. She’d listened to that goddamn mixtape more times than she could count. 

“I rang the doorbell for like 10 minutes. I climbed the fence.” Eddie shrugs like it was a totally normal thing to do.  

“Well, what do you want? Want a margarita?” Steve asks, unsure of what to say or do, not with Eddie glaring down at him like he’s a speck of dirt on the bottom of his shoe. Fuck. Eddie fucking hates him.  

Eddie huffs. Steve is half expecting him to stomp his feet. It is not cute. Steve will not cave to these thoughts. Eddie Munson throwing a temper tantrum is not adorable like a puppy trying to act like a vicious dog.  

“I had to find out from the gremlins that you’re fucking leaving. You and Buckley are moving to Indy, apparently soon. Were you going to tell me or just leave?” Eddie finally asks. He looks angrier than Steve has ever seen him which makes him angry. The sheer audacity of this man to sit here and yell at him after ignoring him for weeks.  

“How dare you sit there and yell at him. Get out.” Robin responds. She’s visibly angry. “You have a lot of nerve to come here yelling at Steve like he did anything wrong!” 

“I didn’t do anything wrong either. Harrington's the one who had to make shit awkward. I still thought we were close enough friends that you guys would tell me you're leaving. Would you have left without saying goodbye?”  

“I was going to tell you, but I wasn’t sure you wanted to hear from me. You made your feelings very clear. And hey, no hard feelings. We can be friends, of course. I would have told you.” Steve felt the words spill out of him like he had no control over it. He hated to see the hurt look on Eddie’s face. He couldn’t stand being the cause of that for one second. “Can we just let it go. Pretend it never happened and go back to the way things were? Please?” 

“Dude, back to before I knew you were in love with me? I don’t think I can just forget that, but I do still want to be friends.” 

“I am moving on, it won’t be long before this unfortunate crush is just a shitty memory, yeah?” Steve joked despite the way his heart was breaking apart in his chest. He felt Robin squeeze his hand. God, he fucking loved her. “I’m sure I'll meet some cute guy in Indy and you won’t have to worry about a thing man.” 

“Right... a shitty memory. That’s. Of course, I'm sure you will meet someone.” Eddie replied, sounding like he was about freak out again. Couldn't even acknowledge that Steve would be meeting a guy. Eddie sat down next to Robin and pulled out a joint. Lit it up without a word and took a few hits before passing it over.  

Steve couldn’t take the tense energy that Eddie had brought so he plunged into the pool and let himself sink to the bottom. Be friends with Eddie like his heart didn’t ache every time he even thought about him. Be friends with the man he was head over heels in love with. He wasn’t sure he could do it. He knew it wasn’t fair to stop being friends with Eddie over this, but it hurt so much.

He finally swam up to the top and looked over at him and Robin bitching at each other lightly. She liked Eddie well enough, but never understood Steve’s infatuation. She’d made that very clear. So, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind to him on any number of things. She was currently berating him for smoking. She’d plucked a cigarette out of his mouth and thrown it in the pool. Gross. Eddie was bemoaning the loss of his cigarette while Rob laughed and told him smoking was cancerous.  

It was gross, yes, but also fucking sexy when Eddie did it. He listened and occasionally threw in a bitchy reply of his own, but could barely follow along. All he could think about was the trip to Indy. The desperate need to escape this damn town and a certain metalhead in it. It would be a lot easier to move on when he only had to see Eddie whenever he visited home. Out of sight, out of mind was the plan for Steve. He climbed out of the pool and noticed the way Eddie wouldn’t even look at him until he had his towel wrapped around him. Idiot.  

“So, you’re going to University of Indiana, right Buck? What are you going to do Steve-O?” Eddie asked, honestly curious about their plans.  

“Yeah, I’ve got a scholarship for band.”  

“I’m going to cosmetology school. I want to do hair.” Steve replied. He was done giving a shit about what anyone thought of him or his interests. He knew people often thought ‘beauty school’ was too feminine. It was too gay. Not good enough for a Harrington boy who’d always excelled in sports. But fuck everyone, because he knows this is the right thing for him. 

“Shit, really? I reckon you’ll be good at that. They called you ‘The Hair’ in school. I mean, damn you managed to have nice hair during the end of the world. Makes sense.” Eddie smiled over at him and Steve felt his heart skip a beat. Goddamnit. 

“Thanks, man.” Steve replied softly. He felt embarrassed by the way Eddie was looking at him like he truly saw him. “Always thought you’d head off to the city somewhere the moment you were done with high school. You have any big plans?”  

“Shit, Jeff, Gareth and I are planning on moving together. It’s tentative right now. Grant might come, might be stuck going to school closer to home. Uh, Jeff and Gar are going to U of I. So, we’ll be in Indy too. Maybe, if it all works out. I mean, I’m not sure about leaving my uncle...the old man swears he’ll be fine. Tells me to get the fuck out of this town every time the topic comes up.” Eddie was stammering, clearly nervous to share this info with Steve and Robin.  

Steve felt his stomach drop but he pushed away the dread. Indianapolis was big enough that he’d probably never run into Eddie unless it was on purpose. It’d be nice to still see him occasionally. Eddie deserved to get out of this town, too. He’d never be accepted here. Always seen as the satanist, murder regardless of how many times the news and police declared him innocent of all charges. He sees the way people give Eddie dirty looks everywhere he goes. He’d even had his tires slashed and murderer written on his van in spray paint.

Yeah, it didn't matter how hard it would be for Steve to know Eddie was nearby. Eddie deserved to be free too. Robin’s quiet, simply sitting next to Steve holding his hand tightly. Her support clear, but letting Steve decide how to reply to this news. Eddie was hiding behind his hair. Not cute. Not adorable. Nope. 

  “That’s awesome. Your uncle is totally right. Run and don’t look back. This town is full of assholes who think the worst of you and you deserve a fresh start man. At least this way, we can still hang out sometimes, right?” Steve smiled. He pushed down all his negative feelings so that he could support his friend in this moment.  Eddie smiles back at Steve and it feels like the world makes sense.  

“Thanks, man. I gotta go talk to the guys. Make some plans, I guess. Figure out how to tell the kids. I’ll see you guys later.” Eddie walks over to the fence like he’s going to climb it.  

“Just unlock the gate man, don’t climb the fence for fuck’s sake.” Steve laughed and Eddie flipped him off as he scrambled over the fence in protest. Idiot. Steve hates the way it feels affectionate.  

Fuck.  

He feels Robin’s eyes on him. Shakes his head signaling his inability to discuss it right now. He was absolutely fucked. His fresh start away from Eddie wasn’t going to be such a fresh start after all. Maybe they’d never see each other. Maybe Eddie would find some metalhead girl and make metalhead babies that listen to metal lullabies and that would be enough for Steve to move the fuck on.  

For now, sitting by the pool with his best friend, knowing in a month or so, he’d be out of Hawkins and in the city. Where he might get to meet other gay guys. Might meet a guy who wants him back. It feels like enough to take a little bit of the heartache away.  

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You Gotta Let It Out Soon

slight tw: verbal abuse and attempted assault. Overall, it's just Steve's dad being a terrible father.

Please be kind to yourself if you choose to read this.

Title from "Daddy Issues" by the Neighborhood (Seemed fitting)

Steve was late.

Dustin is going to give him so much shit.

He didn’t mean to take a nap, honest.

He had to lay down because he felt a headache coming on, and he really didn’t want to deal with it.

Were his eyes closed? Yes.

Did he feel himself nodding off? Well… yeah.

But that’s not the point! He didn’t mean to.

He rushes down the stairs, his keys in his mouth as he awkwardly hops on one foot getting on one shoe before doing the same with the other one. It wasn’t until he looked up that he found he was being watched.

He stands up straight, taking his keys and shoving them in his pocket, keeping a tight grip on them.

“Dad…”

“Steven.”

“W-what are — When did-”

“For God’s sake Steven, stop being an idiot and finish your sentence.” His dad was already done with him.

“What are you doing here?” That’s a safe question.

“It’s my house, Steven. Why wouldn’t I be here?”

Steve shrugs, “You haven’t been here for months. Haven’t seen you since February, it's November now. ”

His dad scoffs, rolling his eyes, “I’m a very-”

“Very busy man, yeah.” Steve finishes that same lame excuse his dad gives him every time, “You mentioned that once or twice.”

“Don’t talk back to me Steven.” His voice went stern, “You have the nerve to act out when the house isn’t even cleaned and the fridge is empty. How are you living Steve, like a goddamn barn animal?” His dad may have a point, the house could use some cleaning, and he definitely needed to go to the store, but honestly, he wasn’t expecting him to be home.

“My bad, I’ve been busy.”

“Do not make excuses Steven-”

“I’m not making excuses!” He talks over his dad, “I work 10-hour shifts and when I’m not working, I’m helping some of the kids I look after.”

“Like a babysitter?” The tone of his dad’s voice is condescending.

“Yeah, like a babysitter, sure.”

“You’re a grown man, Steven. You can’t even take care of yourself.”

“Well, I did though, didn’t I?” Steve crosses his arms, shrugging, “You and Mom weren’t around. Took good care of myself then.”

“Your Mother and I were around enough.”

Steve can’t help but laugh, “Seriously? You’re serious right now?”

“Stop laughing Steven! We are your parents. We raised you to be better.”

Now that caught his attention. “You raised me? Seriously?”

“Of course we did. We gave you a roof over your head and kept you fed-” His dad kept listing things, but Steve just heard white noise.

“You didn’t raise me.” Steve mutters, keeping his eyes down. His father stopped, clearly hearing him.

“Say that again?” He was clearly taunting Steve, and Steve fell for it.

“You didn’t raise me.”

“Steven Richard Harrington, do not talk to your father like that.” Steve cringes at his full name. Especially his middle name. A reminder he’ll always be connected to his father, even without his last name.

“I did though you left when-”

“I did not ‘leave’ Steven. I had work to do, and it was important.” “More important than your son?”

“You were old enough to take care of yourself.”

“I was NINE!” He screams, a tear falling down his cheek as he points his finger at his father, “You left me to fend for myself when I was nine!”  

“Oh boo-hoo, grow up Steven-”

“I have!” He screams again, finally letting out all his pent-up anger, “And you would have noticed if you were around. But you weren’t.”

He gets into his father’s face, “While you were off screwing every woman you laid eyes on and mom was drowning her sorrows at the hotel bar about her pathetic excuse of a husband, I was here. Growing up. I taught myself how to use the stove and how to buy groceries. I taught myself how to fix things around the house. I even taught myself how to drive. You did none of that.”

“I have paid for this life you are living. This house! That car! Those tutors, even though they were useless.” His dad runs a frustrated hand through his hair. It physically makes Steve ill. “God, I raised an insolent, unappreciative son.”

“You didn’t fucking raise me!” He yells, his throat already getting raw from the explosion of emotions.

His father stopped, staring daggers at Steve.

He senses it before it happens. He sees the anger on his father’s face and just knows. As his father’s hand flies up to slap him, he catches it. His nails digging into his father’s wrist, his knuckles turning white. The shock on his father’s face makes him smile.

He leans in close, taunting him, “You can’t fucking hurt me, I have fought worse things than you, and I have always won.”

Steve knows he has to look crazy, he can see it in his dad’s eyes. He’s scared of Steve. Good.

He shoves his father’s arm down to his side and walks by, heading up the stairs. He’s done and he means it. He grabs his duffle bag and shoves a bunch of his clothes and toiletries into it. He grabs his unused backpack and takes down all the pictures everyone hung up, carefully putting them in his bag. He grabs some other miscellaneous items that mean the world to him: like the rock Eddie gave him because it was pretty, the walkie Dustin gave him so he would always know everyone was safe, the little notes Robin would write on post-it notes and slap onto his wall. He took all of it.

With his backpack on and his duffle thrown over his shoulder he grabs his keys from his pocket and goes back downstairs. He sees that his father moved to the living room, so he tries to sneak out quietly.

Of course the Gods didn’t think he deserved a break.

“Where do you think you are going, Steven.”

Steve’s shoulders drop, and he turns to his dad.

“I’m leaving.”

“If you leave this house, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” He challenges. “No, seriously. What will you do?”

His dad looks him straight in the eyes, “I’ll sell this house, and you’ll be on the street. Your mother and I will never come back to Hawkins.”

“Good fucking riddance.”

Steve opens the door and walks out, he knows his dad is yelling at him. Probably calling him all sorts of names, but he was done.

He throws his bags into the passenger seat, gets in his Beemer and drives off. His shoulders relax as he watches the Harrington house get small in his rearview mirror.

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Steve didn’t have a plan when he left. Just knew he had to leave.

He continued to drive aimlessly around Hawkins before pulling into a familiar trailer park. He parks next to the van and gets out, jumping the stairs and knocking, rather impatiently, at the door.

He hears Eddie mumbling to himself, most likely annoyed he had to get out of bed, before the door swings open.

“Stevie!” Eddie’s once annoyed face instantly lit up, but slowly it fell, “What happened?”

“Huh?” Steve can feel the lump in his throat, and he feels the tears on his cheeks. Shit, how long had he been crying. “Shit.” He furiously wipes away his tears.

Eddie ushers him inside and moves him to the couch. He envelops Steve in his arms, letting him rest his head on his chest, hearing the rhythmic beating of his heart.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” Eddie coos.

Steve cries again as he explains what went down with his dad. Eddie comforts him the whole time, letting Steve take his time. When he was done, Eddie was furious.

“He kicked you out!” He softly yells.

“Technically no, I left.”

“But he just allowed you! And he almost hit you!”

“But he didn’t. I just was… overreacting or something.” He shrugs it off, but he knows Eddie won’t.

“Stevie, look at me.” Steve does what he is told and was a little shocked as Eddie gently took his face in his hands. “No parent should ever, ever hit you or even attempt to hit you.”

Steve slowly nods, “Yeah, but-”

“No buts. Steve, you can’t keep sticking up for your dad. He’s an asshole. You know it. I know it. Most of fucking Hawkins knows it. Why do you still protect him?”

“He’s my dad, Eds.” He says like that's an explanation. And it is, in some ways, but not the way Eddie is looking for. “We had good times, before the bad. Before he left. And I know he’s capable of that good. He has to be.” He feels himself choking up again, “He was a good dad.”

Eddie pulls him into his chest, letting Steve cry it out.

Steve sometimes forgets that there was good within his dad. That he actually had good memories with him. But that was before the Harrington business picked up.

His dad would take him to play catch in the yard. And shoot hoops with him. As a family they would go on drives and on picnics. They’d watch movies and listen to music and dance around. When Steve had a nightmare his dad would come in and read him stories as he fell asleep. They would get up early and make breakfast for his mom in bed on Mother’s Day, softly laughing as they brought up waffles and coffee for her. There was a time his dad would go to his little league games and cheer him on as loud as possible.

But then his business picked up, and it was like all those good times disappeared.

“Stevie, I’m sorry. I know he’s your dad-”

“You’re right though,” He croaks, “He’s a terrible father now. He’s a completely different man now than he was then. It’s- it’s just… hard to let go.”

Eddie nods, running his fingers through Steve’s hair. “I know, baby. I know.”

They stay on the couch, Eddie comforting him until Wayne gets home. Eddie briefly explains what happened with Steve’s dad.

“You stay here as long as you need to, boy. You got that? This is your home now. And you're safe here.”

Steve nods, another round of tears falling down his face as Wayne hugs him tightly.

Steve slowly puts his stuff around the trailer, not too much though. Just hangs his clothes with Eddie’s and puts his toothbrush in the holder.

He finally feels like he’s in a home.

And when he and Eddie drive past the Harrington house and see a “For Sale” sign in front, it feels like weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

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Eddie had never had a morning after.

How could he, when he’d never experienced a night before? 

Until now, anyway. 

And while they hadn’t gone all the way, so to speak, it was still the most sex Eddie had ever had, because it was the only sex he’d ever had. So he figured it counted.

It might have been his first, but he didn’t think anything would ever top this morning after. Whether last night was a one time thing or the start of something more, he’d always remember the day he woke up in Steve Harrington’s arms.

They must have shifted positions in the night. Eddie now found himself playing the little spoon with Steve’s strong arms wrapped around his waist. Though his body itched to move, to yawn, to stretch, he held himself still, basking in the heat of Steve's chest pressed up against his back, not ready to give up the moment quite yet. 

With the press of a soft kiss to his bare shoulder Eddie discovered that Steve was awake too and that perhaps he hadn’t been doing as well a job pretending to be asleep as he thought. He smiled to himself as Steve’s lips continued to make trail upwards. He tilted his head back, exposing his neck in invitation which Steve gladly accepted. 

“Good Morning.” Steve whispered in his ear.

Eddie turned in the other boy’s hold. Suddenly he couldn’t go another minute without seeing Steve's face. He looked ethereal in the soft morning light that filtered in through the thin curtains that covered Eddie's window. His hair was sleep tousled and his face still had the impression of sheet lines in it but Eddie was absolutely sure he’d never seen someone so beautiful in his life. 

He settled back down on his pillow, happy now to be facing Steve. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Okay?” Steve said incredulously. He leaned in to capture Eddie’s lips once with his own, before moving on to pepper what felt like every square inch of his face with dozens of little tickling kisses. “I think that might have been the best night’s sleep I've ever had.”

Eddie giggled, high and unguarded before promptly hiding his face in the other boy's neck. Steve was being entirely too cute and his heart was full in a way he’d never felt before. 

Steve’s arms tightened around him, pulling the front of their bodies dangerously close together. They were both growing hard, there was no hiding it since neither of them had bothered to get dressed again after making a mess of themselves last night. Eddie groaned, unable to stop from bucking his hips forward, pressing himself into Steve's thigh chasing a bit of friction. Steve moved against him as well, a soft moan falling from his own lips. Just then, a door slammed loudly somewhere else in the house reminding both boys that they were not alone in the trailer. And not only was it morning, but uncle Wayne and the girls were definitely awake and only a room away.

Eddie groaned again but for a very different reason this time. Steve chuckled and they reluctantly moved away from each other in unison. 

Steve sat up on the edge of the bed, most of his lower half mercifully still concealed beneath the covers. “We should probably get dressed before anyone comes bursting in here huh?” He said, looking back at Eddie over his shoulder. 

“Unfortunately.” Eddie agreed through a deep sigh. He waited until Steve was busy rooting through the bag they’d brought back from his old house before getting up to cross the room. He quickly pulled a clean pair of boxers on and then the first jeans he could find. It didn’t matter that they’d laid together naked all night, somehow the idea of walking around in the daylight exposed made him a little self conscious. 

He felt better being at least mostly covered up, and went to the closet to pick out a shirt. He glanced at Steve and found that he was still rooting through the bag even though he was fully dressed now in his own jeans and a soft looking worn yellow sweater. 

“We can always go back. If there’s something you wanted that I missed or anything.” Eddie remarked, trying to sound casual about it as he shoved an old black sabbath t-shirt over his head. 

“No, it’s fine. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to want your own things, Steve. What were you looking for?”

Steve sighed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “My letterman jacket.”

Eddie bit his lip and quickly turned back to the closet, as much to hide his face as to retrieve what he was hiding in there under a box of junk.  

“See? I know it’s silly and I don't even...” Steve trailed off as Eddie stepped back from the closet and held the green and white jacket out to him.

He looked at the floor as he spoke, too embarrassed to meet Steve’s gaze. “I don’t even know why I took it, honestly. It was hanging there on the back of a chair in your room and I just, I don’t know. I couldn’t leave it there.”

Steve didn’t take the jacket, instead he tucked a finger under Eddie's chin, tilting his head up until their eyes met. 

“Hey, I’m glad you took it.” 

Eddie swallowed hard, nodding a little as Steve did finally take the jacket out of his hand. He instantly went searching in the pockets. It wasn’t until then that Eddie realized what he was looking for. Steve didn’t really care about the jacket, he just wanted what was in it. 

“Oh.” Eddie breathed, reaching for his wallet on the nightstand .He quickly retrieved the polaroid that he’d been carrying around with him and handed it over. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

“Yeah.” Steve said, smiling broadly. “Thank you. It’s… it’s the only picture I have of us together. It means a lot to me” He looked at the image for a long moment then handed it right back. “Actually, could you hold onto it for a little longer? Keep it safe for me?”

Eddie nodded again, a little dumbfounded and at a loss for words as he tucked it back into his wallet. 

Steve cleared his throat. “I, um, I’d like you to keep this too. If you want to.” He said, nervously offering the jacket back to him as well.

Eddie stilled, and couldn’t bring himself to look at the clothing item in question. His throat was suddenly dry, palms sweaty. It couldn’t mean…

“Are you asking me to go steady, Harrington?” Eddie joked, or tried to at least. He expected Steve to joke back or something but instead he looked Eddie right in the eyes, expression serious. 

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Eddie said, voice barely audible at first. “Are you sure you want that? I mean… knowing what you do about me?”

“What? That you're brave, and sweet, and kind, and thoughtful, and… ”

“Steve.” Eddie grumbled. 

Steve knew damn well what he meant. Eddie was a mystery to everyone, including himself. He didn’t know where he came from or who his parents were. He had powers that he didn't understand, he might even be dangerous. He was kind of a mess. 

“I think I can overlook all that and see past it to your good qualities.”

Eddie couldn’t help but break out into a smile. “Such as?”

“Well, you’re pretty okay to look at.”

“Just okay?”

“Mhmm” Steve hummed, setting the jacket down on the bed before taking Eddie into his arms. They kissed, one, two, three times before Steve pulled back, suddenly looking nervous again.

“So, what do you think?”

Eddie marveled at how Steve could possibly think he would say anything other than a resounding yes. “I think you’ve made a big mistake here because you’re never getting rid of me now.”

“Sounds perfect.” Steve smiled and his whole face lit up with it like he’d just been given the greatest gift, as if he were the lucky one.

Eddie knew better. 

He huffed a laugh and shook his head at himself. “First boyfriend and I manage to bag Steve Harrington. Maybe there is something to all those Satan worshiping rumors.”

“Eddie.” 

“How else do you explain it?” Eddie teased.

Steve rolled his eyes, then paused, face screwed up in thought.

“Am I really the first person you’ve dated?”

Eddie shuffled his feet and fought to retain eye contact. “You're sorta my first… everything, Steve.” He knew he could have just not said anything and he probably would have gotten away with it, but he didn’t want to start their relationship with any sort of lies between them, even if it was a little embarrassing to admit.

He squirmed, watching as realization dawned on Steve’s face. “So yesterday, the kissing, and then last night… that was?”

“Yup.”

Steve slid his hands up and down Eddie’s arms eventually taking both of his hands and twining their fingers together. “Eds, why didn’t you say anything? I would have…”

The blush Eddie had been fighting off up till now rose up his face and neck. He rested his head on Steve's shoulder trying to hide it. “It's not really something you want to just blurt out in the moment. Besides, I wanted it. I wanted to take care of you.”

“Alright,” Steve murmured, kissing his hair.  “But next time–”

He was interrupted by the not nearly distant enough sound of a cabinet slamming and cups and plates being set out in the kitchen.

“If we ever get another moment alone–” Steve tried to continue, but as if the universe was intent on reminding them that their time for now was up, there came a rough knock on the bedroom door.

“Breakfast, boys.” Wayne called out.

-

“I think these are my favorite waffles so far.” El said around a mouthful of Eggo, butter, and syrup.

“So far?” Wayne asked, amused.

“She’s a bit of an aficionado.” Steve answered, grinning. “All that effort making them from scratch and I could have been buying frozen?”

Eleven giggled, nodding enthusiastically before turning her attention back to Max. The girls seemed to have become best friends overnight. It warmed Eddie’s heart to see, Steve must have noticed it too if the fond smiles he was sending their way were any indication. 

“So, what’s a guy gotta do to earn the homemade waffles, Harrington?” Eddie asked softly, lightly bumping his shoulder against the other boy’s.

Steve took his hand under the table and squeezed it. “I think we could work something out.” He said equally quiet.

Clearly the comment was meant for only his ears, and while the two girls were suitably distracted with each other (Max was explaining the basics of skateboarding to an enraptured Eleven), Wayne was peeking at them out of the corner of his eye.

Eddie wanted to kiss Steve right then and there at the table but he held back. Wayne might already be on to them and unless they cooled it Max and El wouldn’t be far behind. He squeezed back with the hand Steve was holding and reluctantly let it drop. 

When everyone was finished Wayne gathered their plates and set about washing them, refusing Steve’s offer of help. Eddie didn’t know who the old man was trying to impress, knowing full well that if it was just the two of them they’d have let the sticky plates sit in that sink all day. 

The phone rang, loud and shrill. Eddie jumped up automatically to answer it so his uncle wouldn't have to trail soapy water all over the place.

“Hello?”

“Hey, kid.”

It was Hopper, and he sounded absolutely exhausted. Memories of last night came barreling to the forefront of Eddie’s mind. In his happy haze he’d almost forgotten about the lab and the fire, but before he could say anything the chief was talking again.

“Listen, tell Wayne I'm sorry but I won't be able to make our fishing trip this weekend.”

What the fuck? 

“What do you mean, what about the– “

Hopper cut him off, loudly interrupting before he could ask any questions. “Just tell your Uncle exactly what I said, okay? I gotta go.” He hung up without another word.

Eddie stared down at the receiver still sitting in his hand and had a terrible feeling he was missing something. 

“That the school calling to tell me you didn’t show up again today?” Wayne asked from across the room.

“No, it was Hopper.” He replied. “Since when do you fish?”

“Ah, shit.” Wayne cursed, dropping the dish he was holding rather forcefully into the soapy water and quickly drying his hands. “Ed, what did he say exactly?”

Eddie repeated what Hopper had said word for word. Wayne visibly paled. 

“Okay kids. You got 5 minutes. Pack what you can.”

“What?” Eddie squawked.

“Have you ever seen me go fishing? It's a code that me and Jim worked out a long time ago.” Wayne said.

Ok, well that made more sense Eddie supposed. “What does it mean?”

The older man sighed, raking a hand over his face. “In a nutshell it means we need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible… and we might not be coming back.”

“Fuck.”

It hit Eddie all over again, everything the man standing in front of him had done and continued to do to keep him safe. Wayne had known since day one that something like this might happen, and he’d been prepared to cut and run at a moment's notice with no questions asked and no concern for the fact that he’d be ruining his own future.

Steve tugged Eddie’s arm, spurring him into action. Right, no time to dwell on it now, he could be sappy later. 

They rushed to his room. 

“I got the girls covered, '' Wayne called to their backs. “Meet out front, quick as you can!”

Steve's bag was still packed and sitting open on the floor. He zipped it up and threw it over his shoulder then began to help Eddie with his own. He had an old army surplus bag stuffed under his bed. He pulled it out and they began to fill it with clothes until it seemed like enough. 

Eddie scanned around the room wondering what was worth it to take. He wasn’t even remotely prepared for this scenario. He spotted Steve’s letterman jacket still sitting on the bed and added it to the bag, along with his battered old copy of The Hobbit. He snatched photos right off the walls, a few of him and Wayne, Claudia and Dustin, the boys.

Lastly, he looked up to where his sweetheart hung on the wall in front of the mirror. He hated to leave his beloved electric guitar behind, but it seemed silly to take it when he had no idea where they were going or exactly what kind of trouble they were running from.

Steve watched him, sad eyes full of sympathy as he rested a hand on Eddie’s back. “What about that one?” He suggested, tilting his head towards the old acoustic guitar that sat collecting dust in the corner of the room. “It’s light and you can play it without an amp.”

He had a point but Eddie still felt like it wasn’t important enough. Wayne was already shouting at them to hurry. He hesitated, and Steve made the decision for him, slinging the guitar over his own back with the shoulder strap and linking their free hands together. 

Eddie took one last look around the room as they walked out, years of memories etched into the walls. He hoped that somehow Wayne was wrong and they would be able to come back here eventually, but he wouldn’t hold his breath. 

The trailer park was calm and quiet as they loaded what little everyone had collected into Wayne’s truck and Eddie’s van. Neither of the young girls had any belongings and Wayne himself only had a few small boxes and bags.

“Max, Ellie, you want to ride with me or with the boys?”

El turned to her brother before answering. “Is it okay if I go with Mr. Wayne?”

“Of course, sweetie. You two keep him company, I've got this one.” Steve said, winking at her and hooking a thumb in Eddie’s direction. 

El grinned and she and Max climbed into the passenger side of the truck. 

Wayne walked over as he threw the last bag in the bed of his truck. 

“Now, you boys follow me closely. Where we’re going ain't all that far but it’s in the middle of nowhere.”

-

They rode in silence. 

Both too scared of what this all meant to manage any kind of conversation but they kept each other’s hands in a desperate grip over the center console. It only got worse when Wayne pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt one, barely distinguishable from the unbeaten path around it. The way was bumpy and they had to go slow until eventually the trees grew too thick and they had to stop altogether. 

There was a small cabin sitting in a clearing not far off, Eddie figured they’d just walk the last few feet.

“Hopper’s cabin?” Eddie guessed out loud once they had all gotten out of the vehicles, though he already knew he was right.

His uncle didn’t question it, just nodded in agreement. “It’s been in his family for years. When you came along, Jim was the first to realize we needed an escape plan if there was ever a risk you’d been discovered. He wiped all record of this place from city hall and what-not as best as he could, and we stocked it up with supplies. I hoped it’d never be needed but I'm sure glad we have it now.”

The cabin was neat, clean, and a lot nicer than the one Eddie had imagined, though it wasn’t any bigger unfortunately. It would be a bit of a tight squeeze for the 5 of them, but not much worse than home had been really so he knew they would make it work.

Predictably, Wayne insisted that the rest of them should take the only two bedrooms.

Max and El set off right away to explore their new and hopefully temporary home.

Eddie knew it was pointless to argue with the older man but he felt like he’d cost his uncle so much already. It didn’t seem right letting him give up one of the only beds too. 

“Wayne, I think… “ He looked at Steve before continuing, hoping the other boy would be okay with what he was about to offer. He must have understood and nodded encouragingly. “You should take the other room. At your age you should really be sleeping in a bed and me and Steve will be alright out here.”

“I know you didn’t just say at my age.” His uncle said, arms crossing over his chest.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean, you should have a bed!”

Wayne looked at them in turn and sighed. “Boys, look, there's two of you and only one of me, and I don’t want to assume anything…” He trailed off, raking a hand over his suddenly red face.  “I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I think it’d be best for everyone if you had a little privacy. I’d just like to point out that the walls here don’t look much thicker than the trailer’s, so, keep that in mind.”

Eddie felt all the blood drain from his face. “Oh my god.”

“I'm not sayin’ I heard anything! But–” Wayne tried to continue, throwing his hands up in surrender, but Eddie interrupted him mid sentence.

“Oh my god Wayne, please stop talking. We’ll take the room and whatever else you want if you just please, please stop talking.”

Eddie chanced a sideways look at Steve. He’d been purposely avoiding the other boy’s gaze for the entire exchange, but they hadn’t yet talked about how open they wanted to be about their new relationship, and he was desperate to see how Steve was taking all this. 

To Eddie’s shock he was watching the whole thing with barely concealed amusement. Clearly he was fine, at least with Wayne knowing about them. The whole thing was still completely mortifying, but he was relieved that Steve was taking it all in stride. Eddie was pretty sure he hadn’t come out to anyone yet really and he knew from personal experience how nerve wracking it could be to be seen, really seen, for the first time. 

Wayne huffed a laugh and wandered off in the direction of the kitchen. Eddie snatched up his own bag as well as Steve’s and began to haul them both towards the bedroom they’d be sharing. He expected Steve to follow him, thought he had actually, until he overheard hushed voices on the other side of the cabin. 

“Thank you for all this, for taking me and El in before and bringing us along now. I uh, I know how protective you are of Eddie and um, I just want you to know that this isn’t… I really care about him.”

“I can see that, son. Neither of you is very subtle, just uh, so you’re aware.” Wayne gave another breathy laugh. “I’m happy for the two of you and I want you to know I’ve got no problem with it. I've known about Eddie for a while and I love him just the same as I ever have. I support him. You too, Steve. He's got a good heart, and I'm glad he found someone who can see that and appreciate it.”

“Thank you.” Steve’s voice cracked on the short phrase and Eddie had to sneak a glance out the doorway to make sure he was okay. 

Wayne had his arms wrapped around Steve, whose shoulders were shaking slightly. The older man was rubbing his back and murmuring to him quietly. 

Eddie retreated back into the room and slowly began to unpack. He was so thankful for his uncle at that moment, for the sort of man he was, and the kindness he was showing Steve. He knew now what kind of people the Harrington's were. He wondered when Steve had last been hugged by a parental figure. It’d probably been a long time, well before he had disappeared and gotten locked up in that awful place. He had El, of course, and now he had Eddie too, but there was something different about having a trustworthy grownup in your corner. Someone who’d lived a bit. Who knew what life could throw at you and tried their best to keep you safe from it.

Eventually Steve came to find him and Eddie pretended not to notice the slight ring of red around his eyes. Steve smiled as he helped to put the last of their clothes into drawers. He seemed remarkably lighter, as if some long carried weight had been taken off his shoulders. 

-

After all the drama of going on the run, their afternoon at the cabin was remarkably boring. There was nothing much to do except worry about the others and wait for some kind of word from Hopper. Wayne seemed sure the man would show up at any time. There was a phone on the wall, Eddie had noticed, but when he checked the line he found only dead air. 

The girls had found a stack of old board games in a cupboard and were spending their time playing round after round of checkers.

Wayne busied himself in the kitchen, going over their supplies and throwing some kind of concoction together for dinner. 

Eddie and Steve sat together on the couch trying to enjoy each other's company while stuck in the hell of waiting for the next thing to go wrong. 

They all heard it when a car pulled up nearby, brakes squealing a little as it came to a stop. It occurred to Eddie as they all rushed outside that it might have been smarter to stay hidden until they knew if their visitor was friend or foe. But Wayne had been right in what he said earlier, they were out in the middle of fucking nowhere, the odds of someone just happening upon them there were slim to none.

Eddie never thought he’d see Hopper’s police SUV and feel such immense relief. He knew he probably owed the man an apology, several in fact. He’d always given the chief a hard time, he couldn’t help it. Hopper was ‘the man’, part of the system that Eddie had spent so much time and energy railing against, but he was coming to realize that under all his rough exterior the chief was actually a good guy, and way less concerned about the law than he could have been. 

The driver's side door of the SUV opened and slammed closed, the sound echoing twice after as the rear passenger doors opened and closed. He wasn’t alone. 

Chrissy and Robin raced through the trees, making it to the cabin before Hopper had made his way around the other side of his car. 

Steve and Eddie turned to each other. Matching looks of surprise on their faces. 

“Are you guys okay?” Robin asked when they got close enough to not have to shout.

Eddie went down the steps to meet the two girls, Steve following close behind.

“Yeah we’re all fine, what are you doing here?”

Chrissy threw herself at him abruptly, hugging him tight. “I’m so sorry it’s all my fault.”

Eddie tried to look at Robin over her shoulder, searching for any clue as to what the girl in his arms meant, but she was already busy talking a mile a minute to Steve. 

He pulled back so he could see Chrissy's face. “What do you mean, Chris?”

“This, you having to run away from home and hide here. I should have known better than to come to your house last night. I should have known he’d follow me.”

“Wait, I thought, the fire- “ Eddie began, looking up to lock eyes with Hopper as he finally caught up to the group. “I thought this had something to do with the lab?”

“We’ll get to that in a bit but that's not why I gave you the signal to run. Jason Carver has been running around town all morning telling anyone who will listen that he saw Steve Harrington with you last night. That you’re the one who kidnapped him and have been holding him captive ever since. He also said you brainwashed his girlfriend and took Billy Hargrove prisoner. He thinks the D&D club at school is a front for your devil worshiping cult, and unfortunately there's a lot of small minded people in this town that want to believe him.”

“Fuck.”

Chapter 12

Thanks forever to @penny00dreadful for being the best friend, cheerleader, and beta in the whole fucking world💜

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pretty please 18+ 🖤🩰✨ Eddie Munson x FashionDesigner!FEM!reader

she's my collar 18+ 🖤🩰⛓️ Vampire!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader (supernatural/romance/angst)

If you don't know me by now 🩰 Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader

at the end of the day, I choose you 🩰⛓️✨ Wanted!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader (strangers to lovers)

pretty young thing 🩰 Shy!Eddie Munson x Sunshine!FEM!reader

need your loving tonight 18+ 🖤🩰⛓️✨ Idiot!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

how sweet it is to be loved by you 🩰⛓️✨ Firefighter!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

unchained melody 🩰 Eddie Munson x Fairy!FEM!reader (romance/fantasy/comedy)

you ain't woman enough 🩰⛓️✨ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar's!Wife!FEM!reader

after last night 18+ 🖤🩰⛓️✨ Player!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x College!FEM!reader

don't you forget about me 🩰 HighschoolClassmates!Songwriter!Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader

the greatest 18+ 🖤⛓️✨ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader (hurt/no comfort)

liar 18+ 🖤⛓️🩰✨ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Pregnant!FEM!reader (hurt/happy ending)

birds of a feather *coming soon*

tell her about it *coming soon*

blessed *coming soon*

don't cha *coming soon*

stitches and burns *coming soon*

matilda *coming soon*

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out of touch | *completed* 🩰⛓️ Eddie Munson x Childhood!Bestfriend Steve Harrington x FEM!reader

faith, trust and pixie dust & I won't say I'm in love (two-part series) 🩰⛓️ *on hiatus*

you make me feel brand new 18+ 🩰⛓️🖤✨ | *completed* LostPrince!Knight Eddie Munson x Princess!FEM!reader

separate ways 18+ 🩰⛓️🖤 Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader (time travel/fantasy/romance) *on going*

✿ MINI FICS ✿

drenched 18+ 🖤🩰✨ Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

good old fashioned lover boy 🩰 | a mini fic to "need your loving tonight"

you're Gareth's....WHAT?!? 🩰⛓️✨ Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

smeared lipstick 18+ 🖤🩰✨ Eddie Munson x Waitress!FEM!reader

accidentally in love 🩰✨ Eddie Munson x Athlete!FEM!reader

smile idiot, I love you 🩰⛓️ Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

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hot flushed *coming soon*

build me up buttercup *coming soon*

only those who care about you, can hear you when you're quiet *coming soon*

they'll never can make me hate you *coming soon*

☠ HALLOWEEN ZONE ☠

I've never met a girl like you before *coming soon*

my girlfriend is a witch *coming soon*

eaten alive *coming soon*

✦ CHRISTMAS SPECIALS ✦

seasonal colds 🩰 Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

as long as you love me so, let it snow 🩰⛓️ Eddie Munson x Shy!FEM!reader

when the clock strikes 12 18+ 🖤🩰 Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

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The Holiday Switch

Here we have the first two chapters of my holiday/Christmas fic! 🤍🎄🎄

Rating: Mature (for now 👀)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson & Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson & Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler & Barbara "Barb" Holland

Characters: Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Gareth (Stranger Things), Barbara "Barb" Holland, Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington's Father, Stranger Things Ensemble

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Androgynous Eddie Munson, Gender fluid Eddie Munson, Shorter Eddie Munson, Taller Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson uses all the pronouns, the pronouns will switch around and they’re all correct, Bakery Owner Eddie Munson, Company Heir Steve Harrington, Lawyer Nancy Wheeler, Arranged Marriage, Switching Places, Princess Switch meets Twelfth Night, Christmas, New Years Eve, Mild Homophobia, Dialogue Heavy, Tags to be updated when it’s finished, Rating subject to change if I decide to add smut, we know how I am

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i love to think back on how we got the Steve we have now because Joe Keery was just so damn sweet that the writers decided to rewrite Steve's whole character arc. and how Joe Quinn put so much soul into his metalhead doofus that despite him having less than a full episode of airtime, we are still completely feral and head over heels in love with him a whole year later.

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Them: What do you do for a living?

Me: I watch Stranger Things

[eddies-artofsuffering]

[An abridged excerpt☕️ feat. Steddie & Jargyle]

Eddie spends the entire morning telling Jonathan and Argyle about the date with Steve.

Or rather, the not-date. Whatever.

It was sweet, Eddie reports. Bless Argyle for timidly asking what 'sweet' entails, obviously trying not to pry too much. Jonathan is inscrutable as usual, but he too is gagging to hear it, Eddie can tell. Tricksy little bastardses.

So he complies, of course, and gives them the rundown in between grinding up the beans, tamping, and taking the orders. How gentle Steve was the whole night, how beautiful he was. No, they didn't go to Pound Town, Argyle, shut the fuck up, this is love we’re talking about! Eddie’s in love, okay?

“How do you know?” Argyle asks (after grumbling for a minute about how a trip to Pound Town and being in love aren’t mutually exclusive).

“Know what?”

“That it’s love.”

Jonathan doesn’t miss a beat, facing his boyfriend. “How did you know?” And it’s Argyle’s turn to say, “Know what?”

“That you were in love with me. How did you know, Argyle?”

“I don’t know? I just knew!”

“Fine,” Jonathan rolls his eyes, handing over a drink to a customer (who’s looking absolutely invested in this conversation, nosey as hell) with a tight-lipped smile. “When did you know?”

“I can’t pinpoint that!” Ha, he's so in trouble. It’s so uncharacteristic for Argyle to be panicking like this. Eddie can’t stop cackling. “Jonny, you know it was easy as breathing to fall in love with you, right?”

“Yea? Well, I can pinpoint the moment.” Jonathan’s gaze is somewhere above all of them, somewhere high to the left, and his soft smile is growing. Looking very much like a forgetful granddad reminiscing about his pre-war sweetheart for the 19th time before lunch. “It was early. We weren’t really together by then. We were about to order pizza. That night was the first time you admitted to me that your favourite pizza topping was pineapple, remember? And how everyone gives you so much shit for loving it, how they call it a freak choice. You looked so shy but like, indignant about this-” (Jonathan trembles a little; context clues say he’s overwhelmed with fondness, but he looks as though he’s seething) “-which, I had just told you that I wasn’t a fan of, either. And you still told me about it. And then you said something that I’d never forget.”

“Hm? What did I say?”

“‘I know it’s not for everyone, but you make me feel good about my choice,” Jonathan recites, blinking slowly. The next customer in line gasps and claps a hand over her mouth, forgetting to take out her credit card, engrossed in the story. The iPad POS system continues to scream for sweet mercy as Jonathan takes a step closer, gently grabbing Argyle’s hand. “What you said stayed with me because that’s how you made me feel about everything I like. You still do. I just couldn’t believe that you felt the same.”

Argyle squeezes their joined hands. “Yea, dude, I remember now. I just wanted to spend time with you ‘cause the only one I could really relax with. I didn’t really need pineapple. Or pizza, even, at all. You were what I wanted.”

“Yea, that’s what you said then too.” Jonathan’s normally-inexplicable face is a lot more explicable now. That is a sickening pair of heart eyes if Eddie’s ever seen one. “I didn’t want you to change for me, Argyle. Just wanted you to be comfortable telling me what you want. Felt so lucky that you could feel that way around me.”

“But you hate pineapple on your pizza.”

“Well, you love it. The point is, I was willing to give it a second chance for you. And I had this trust - that you wouldn’t like me any less if I hated it,” Jonathan chuckles softly. “You made me feel like it was okay to just be myself. That’s when I knew it was love, because - I knew I couldn’t be everyone’s first choice, but I wanted to be yours. I wanted to be your pineapple. Your freak choice.”

“Broseph,” Argyle chokes, now tearing up, ignoring Eddie’s groans. He doesn’t even move out of the way when Eddie snatches the credit card out of the POS and hands it to the customer, who is now dabbing the corners of her eyes. The fuck. 

“Never call me that again,” Jonathan rasps, equally as teary. “I’ll always order another pie just for you.”

“Can I change my answer? I want that to be my moment too - I mean, I knew I was in love with you before that, but that is so damn romantic, dude, I love you so much, what are you doing to me-”

Uh, hello?? This was supposed to be Eddie’s moment about Steve?! He’s not even done yet with the debrief!! That Eddie’s ready to get hurt again if something goes south, but there’s no indication that anything is wrong at the moment, which is pretty frightening in and of itself. It’s insane how comfortable it feels!! Don’t you wanna hear?!

It’s clear they no longer give a shit, now totally in their weird little bubble, just standing close with their foreheads touching, furiously whispering something unintelligible to each other. Fucking lovebirds. Eddie rolls his eyes.

The door chimes at that moment, and before Eddie even looks over at the entrance, he instinctively knows it’s noon and that it’s Steve at the door. He remembers belatedly, that in the midst of flustered chaos and his coworkers’ revolting love confessions, he’s forgotten to make Steve’s little drink and put away the blueberry crumble. Oops.

Indeed, when Eddie checks the time, it is 12 o’clock sharp. Punctual fuckin’ bastard. Clockwork. 

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