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Convenience store clerk Steve who hates his life because he works the night shift and eccentric older millionaire Eddie who regularly comes in at 3AM to feed his cravings for blue slurpees… and definitely not just to convince the cute checkout boy to be his live-in sugar baby.

I can just imagine Eddie thinking he’s smooth by trying to pay for a pack of gum with a $100 bill and saying, “Keep the change, pretty boy.”

Steve looking utterly baffled.

“I think you made a mistake, sir.”

Eddie making what he thinks is very intense eye contact.

“It’s actually daddy and I assure you it’s not a mistake, sweetheart.”

#AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH #steddie

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Steddie Microfic

March prompt: pin

Word count: 388

No warnings apply

Rated G

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“Tammy Thompson,” Robin chokes out.

It’s quiet enough that, if Steve had a pin and dropped it, he wouldn’t just hear it hit the ground; he’d hear the slightest whisper as it parts the air.

“Oh,” he whispers dumbly, trying to process. Why would she- when he-

He realizes, distantly, that oh isn’t really an answer, and Robin would probably really appreciate the reassurance that he’s not going to hate her, so he blurts out, “But she sounds like a muppet!”

He immediately regrets it, then regrets it a little less when she laughs, half-offended. “She does not!”

“Does too!” He argues, and proceeds to demonstrate, warbling out an excerpt from Bonnie Tyler.

He ends up scooting under the stall divider because legs are still just a concept and he needs her to know something immediately, needs to see her face when he tells her. “I didn’t notice,” he says nonsensically, since the conversation has well and truly moved on at this point. At her furrowed brows, he clarifies, “I didn’t notice her looking at me.” He takes Robin’s hands in his, squeezes gently. “Because I was always looking at him.”

Robin’s a genius, so she gets it a lot faster than he did the first time around. Her eyes are saucer-wide as she gasps out, “Who?”

Steve bites his lip, feels oddly shy as he confesses. “Eddie Munson.”

Her jaw drops. “Munson? You’re telling me you were ragging on Tammy Thompson when you have a thing for Munson?”

“Yeah, and?” Steve argues back.

“He’s a total nerd! That’s, like, the opposite of you!”

“And?”

“And he stepped in my lunch!”

Steve opens his mouth, realizes he has no rebuttal, and shuts it. “Sorry?” He offers.

She snorts out a laugh and drops her head to his shoulder. “You are never allowed to tease me about my preference when you’re crushing on Eddie Munson.”

Since Steve’s brain only works about forty-eight percent of the time, he mindlessly blurts out, “I’m not crushing on him.”

“You’re not? You just can’t keep your eyes off of him? How’s that any different?”

Steve nibbles his lip again, mutters to himself, “I’m in for a hell of an apology,” then sighs and goes for it. “I’m not crushing on Eddie because I’m dating him.”

“Oh,” Robin says, and Steve laughs.

“Yeah. Oh.”

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Steve grows up playing piano, absolutely hates it, but is so good at it. His parents aren’t around enough by the time he’s a teen to force him to his practices, so he slowly stops going.

His music teacher happens to be Robin’s mom, who studied at Juilliard, and traveled for nearly a decade with various orchestras and bands before settling down with her husband in Hawkins.

She can see what’s going on with Steve from day one, but knows better than to interfere.

Until he quits.

She can’t stand by and let someone so musically gifted give it up.

She shows up at his house with a violin, her own violin that she hadn’t used in years.

He’s hesitant at first, but decides to give it a try as long as she doesn’t tell his parents. The last thing he wants is for them to find out he picked up a new instrument.

She can’t give him official lessons, so she shows up to his house twice a week and hopes that he practices in his own time.

He’s a natural.

He takes to it like a duck to water.

She encourages him to perform in a local talent show, all kids under 18, most of them not half as talented as he is.

He only agrees when she says she’ll be front row.

And sure enough, for once in his life, someone shows up when they say they will. She’s sitting front row with her husband on one side and her daughter on the other. She smiles as he takes the stage, nervous about people who know him seeing him and reporting back to his parents.

He performs with heart, something he lacked with the piano. He performs with talent, something he may have with any instrument he picks up.

But most importantly, he plays with a smile. He’s having fun.

He sticks around to watch some of the other people performing: Tammy Thompson singing a very out of tune rendition of America The Beautiful, some kid from one of his classes playing piano miserably, and some band performing very loud, very angry music.

Steve wins, and for once, it feels better than when he wins at a swim meet or basketball game.

He spends the next three years secretly practicing, only performing in shows out of town, never saying anything to his parents.

He doesn’t want them to ruin this for him.

He applies to Juilliard, not thinking he has a chance in hell, not with his academic grades.

Luckily, they see that he’s “exceptional with the strings” and “plays with emotion that can’t be trained.”

He gets in.

He goes.

He thinks he may actually be able to do this, use a gift he has to make his life better.

His parents even find it acceptable, mostly because he got into the best school he could have. They still don’t bother showing up for his shows, but Mrs. Buckley always finds a way.

In his sophomore year, Robin gets in, and they both move into a small apartment off campus together. He promised to look out for her.

She tells him that music wasn’t really her passion, she was just good with a trumpet. She really wanted to be an engineer.

In his junior year, Robin transfers to Columbia, starts doing what she really wanted to do from the start. He’s proud of her, but misses having someone on campus during the day to have lunch with.

Until he stumbles, literally, into someone vaguely familiar.

“Sorry, man. Running late.”

Steve pats the man on the shoulder and turns to get to his class when the man stops him.

“Harrington? You’re a student here?”

He turns back and finally recognizes the man in front of him.

“Munson? When did you get here?”

“I got in this year. Kinda fucked up my first audition last year and they were kind enough to give me another shot.” Eddie smiled. “What on earth are you here for?”

“Violin. You?”

“Guitar and songwriting.”

“That’s great, man. I’m just really running late. Catch up soon?”

Soon was two weeks later, when Steve ran into Eddie again while leaving class.

“We should probably stop running into each other like this,” Eddie smirked. “The universe is trying to tell us something.”

“What’s it trying to tell us?”

“Not sure. Maybe we should go grab dinner and find out.”

“Now?”

“Why not? Got better plans?”

Steve thought about how Robin was barely at the apartment due to studying for midterms. He thought about how his only other friend from here was busy rehearsing for their senior showcase.

“Nah. Let me bring this home first,” he held up his violin case. “Actually.”

Steve was on a budget. His parents gave him money, sure, but they thought he was living on campus so the money they sent covered rent and groceries and nothing else.

“I could make dinner. If you want?”

“Steve Harrington cooks? And plays violin?” Eddie fake swooned. “Be still my beating heart. How will I not be seduced?”

Steve rolled his eyes. He remembered Eddie’s dramatics from school and knew better than to feed into them.

“I can make some spaghetti. Nothing fancy.”

“Spaghetti sounds great,” Eddie’s fake swoon turned to a soft smile. “You want some help?”

Steve didn’t need help, usually didn’t even want any.

But something about the way his stomach dipped when Eddie stepped closer, and the way he thought about having Eddie in his apartment, made him agree.

“Sure.”

They walked to Steve’s apartment in a comfortable silence, though Eddie kept tapping the back of his fingers against Steve’s hand.

Eddie fit next to Steve. They cooked together, they ate together, they even managed to clean up together. It was easy to find something to talk about. He’d never clicked with anyone like this, not even Robin.

By the time Robin came home, Steve and Eddie were both passed out on the couch, fingers laced together as if they hadn’t been brave enough to do anything more before they fell asleep.

By morning, Steve’s head was on Eddie’s shoulder, Eddie’s arm wrapped around him loosely.

Waking up to a soft kiss on his lips was something Steve couldn’t have imagined when he first ran into Eddie, but he was pretty glad it was how he started his day.

And almost every day after that, whether he woke up to a kiss, or met up with Eddie on campus for a kiss, he started his day with love on his lips.

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also... the creators are zionists and therefore are null and void in my eyes! and they never should've given me access to steve in the first place

just in case my username (a HEADCANON) doesn't make it clear enough, i don't give a fuck about canon steve

hope that helps! 😘

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just in case my username (a HEADCANON) doesn't make it clear enough, i don't give a fuck about canon steve

hope that helps! 😘

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steve's first prostate orgasm, brought to him by eddie munson's guitar fingers. (copied from a twt thread i wrote)

they had been dating for a couple of weeks, already will versed in making out, and rutting against each other until their boxers were sticky.

it was a session like any other, eddie sinking into the couch, hands gripping steve's waist as the younger man drove his hips into eddie's bulge.

"fuck stevie," eddie panted out, breath coming out hot against steve's neck, pulling a whimper from his lips.

eddie couldn't help the way his hands drifted downwards, slipping past steve's jeans, into his boxers, giving his ass a firm squeeze, "shit," steve hissed. "sorry baby," eddie whispered, chest heaving, "got carried away," he breathed." steve shook his head, "d- do it again," he said shakily. "oh fuck," eddie whined, pushing steve's jeans down around his thighs, sinking his hands into steve's plush ass once more.

he massaged steve's ass, taking in as much as he can, lips still unrelenting against steve's. steve pulled back, a string of spit still connecting the two. "eddie, i-" he cut himself off, eyes shifting away from the man under him. "what baby," eddie asks, grabbing steve's chin, forcing him to look back at him, "use your words." and while this was a new dynamic, they both were enjoying it. "i want your fingers." steve breathed, eyes fluttering closed. "fuck baby, where do you want them? hmm" eddie moved one of his hands, fingers pressing against steve's lips, "here?" smirking as steve shakes his head, he moves his hands once again, hovering over the tip of steve's dick, "oh? how about here?" he teased, expecting steve to say yes, his smirk dropped as steve whispered a quiet "no..."

eddie raised his eyebrows, reaching around to circle a finger around steve's tight ring of muscle, "you want them... here?" he punctuated with a firm press, not quite letting them slip inside. steve's eyes clenched shut, "fuck, yes eddie," he cried, shifting his hips down into eddie's touch, "careful baby, i'll take care of you, i always do, don't it?" eddie said gently. he shifted, moving until steve's back was against the couch, "this'll be more comfy for you, kay?" eddie directed.

he moved to grab some lube, only leaving steve for a second. he positioned himself in front of the pretty haired boy, "ready baby?" watching with glee as steve nods excitedly.

he pours a generous amount of lube over his fingers, pressing one against steve's entrance. he listens to steve exhale as he pushes inside, "you okay baby," he checks, "fuck, yes eddie, more please," steve begs, settling in to the feeling quickly.

eddie presses in further, curling his finger, trying to find that one spot. he pulls his finger out, adding some more lube, and lining up another finger. he presses in, ever so slowly, using his free hand to hold steve's hips still. "careful baby, i know it feels good, just stay still, okay?" eddie breaths.

he begins thrusting his fingers slowly, taking in all the noises his boy his making. he curls his fingers once more, stopping short when steve lets out a yelp, clenching around his digits. "fuck, eddie. do that again, please," steve begs. eddie smirks, he'd found it. he presses his fingers against steve's prostate once more, massaging it, letting steve rock his hips further onto his fingers. it's not long before steve begins to tighten around him. "shit, eddie, 'm gonna cum," steve whines. eddie moves a little more aggressively at this, pulling louder moans from steve's mouth, "can i cum? please, eddie, please," steve whimpers out, absolutely squirming against eddie's hand. "yeah baby, cum for me," eddie says. "so good baby, so good for me," eddie praises, watching as steve's abs flex, dick pulsing against his stomach. "thats it baby, let it out," he praises, watching the cum pool onto steve's stomach, his orgasm punching out with a long whine. eddie massages his prostate through his orgasm, milking him dry.

keeping his fingers inside as steve rides out his orgasm.

steve's head flops back against the couch cushions, eyes half lidded and sparkling. "what was that," he asks, wiping away some of the drool that escaped his lips during his orgasm. "that was your prostate, baby. we can have a lot more fun with that in the future," the metal head promises, before slipping his fingers out of steve's hole, watching as it puckers around nothing. "fuck, you are an angel, stevie," he whispers, before wiping away the drying cum on steve's belly.

"we gotta do that again," steve says, still dazed from his orgasm. "don't worry baby, we will," eddie says, patting steve's cheek.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie smut #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #stevie's first prostate orgasm #light dom/sub #sub steve harrington #soft dom eddie munson #submissive steve harrington #soft steddie #gentle eddie munson #18+ steddie #steddie nsfw

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Steve Harrington is smart, yes. Steve Harrington also says stupid shit like "cry me a table". He is a man of multitudes.

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Well well well. If it isn’t the entirely fictional non-cannon couple that ruined my whole life

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Alpha Eddie meets single parent omega Steve and his sweet little girl. They fall in love and Eddie eventually asks the awkward question of where the kid’s other parent is.

Turns out, Steve’s ex was a mean motherfucker who “left to get cigarettes one day and tragically never came back.”

He has suspicions about the huge rose bush in the backyard that blooms better than anybody else’s in the neighborhood, but it’s not Steve’s fault that Tommy makes a better plant fertilizer than bondmate.

Eddie ultimately decides that some questions aren’t meant to be answered.

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regular thrifter eddie comes across a pair of dog tags with the name 

HARRINGTON, STEVEN 04 AUG 1920 AB NEG U.S. ARMY

he takes them to the counter without even thinking about it, no more than a new addition to his outfit.

he looks up the name eventually, and holy shit, this guy’s gorgeous

something something he tracks down the old-timey hottie’s great grandson Steve Harrington (the fourth) to return the tags and wouldn’t you know it, Steve is the spitting image of his grandpa

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He's been at Steve's house a week before he manages to gather up the courage to ask.

He shuffles into the living room, Steve's old slippers on his feet, Steve's old pajamas hanging off him. He'd lost weight in the hospital. And hadn't gained much back yet, still in too much pain to really have an appetite. But this, it needed doing. He needed it done.

"Steve?" He asks, throat clicking, voice scratchy from underuse. Steve looks away from the tv immediately, hits the mute button, eyes wide and on Eddie.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks, turning his whole body on the couch, towards Eddie, giving him his full attention.

Eddie just nods. Slowly. His eyes going unfocused, staring at the floor.

"Eddie?" And Steve's in front of him now, he hadn't even heard him get up.

"Hmm?" He hums in his throat, eyes still feeling foggy.

"Did you need something?" Steve asks, Eddie's eyes focus, the concern in Steve's voice bring him back into his body. He looks at Steve, nods, says,

"I need you to cut my hair." His lip trembles, he digs his teeth in.

"You... what?" Steve's confused. Rightfully so. Eddie swallows around the fire in his throat, tries to explain it to Steve. This thing he can barley figure out himself. Has a half formed idea at best. He wipes at his nose with the back of his hand, Steve steps a little closer.

"It's just- it keeps- I keep laying on it. And it... pulls. And I'm sleeping and it pulls and I wake up and I can't breathe and it's-" he inhales, sharp and shakey and then Steve is there, his hands on Eddie's shoulders.

"Okay. It's okay. I'll do it. Whatever you want Ed's." He pulls Eddie upstairs, into his bathroom. Stands with him in front of the mirror, scissors in hand.

"Where do you want it?" Steve asks, his eyes meeting Eddie's in the mirror. Eddie takes a deep breath, brings his hand up, winces at the pull on his ribs but keeps going.

"Above my shoulders. But like... I wanna still be able to tuck it behind my ears?" He's not sure why it comes out as a question, but Steve just nods, Eddie sees his lips twitch into the start of a smile before dropping again. He reach up, drags his fingers genlty through Eddie hair.

His stomach sinks, his hair is gross. He hasn't washed it in days. Too tired. Too much pain. Too much effort.

"Sorry my hair's gross." He mumbles, lips barley moving.

"It's not. It's fine." Steve assures him, his voice soft, sections out a small lock of hair, he looks at Eddie in the mirror again.

"You're sure about this?" He asks, he looks sad. Eddie hates it. But also doesn't. Because it means Steve sees him, understands him, and how important his hair is to him.

But it doesn't matter right now. That his hair is a peice of him, a peice of the Eddie he'd built to keep himself safe. A peice of his armor.

"I'm sure. Please." He isn't begging, exactly, but his hands fist in his pajama pants, and it feels like it anyway.

"I'm gonna go just above your shoulder at first okay? And then if you want more off we can do that." Steve waits for Eddie to agree and then starts cutting.

Eddie closes his eyes when the scissors sink through his hair. Keeps them closed as Steve works. He stops a few cuts in and tells Eddie to wait there. Eddie sits on the toilet seat as he waits for Steve to come back.

He brings a radio with him, clicks in one of the tapes Eddie made him, and gets back to work. Eddie's eyes stay closed. He finds himself smiling as he listens to Steve hum behind him. Scrunches his nose when Steve full on sings a few times.

Not because he's bad. He's got a really nice voice actually. Eddie loves listening to him sing. But if he didn't scrunch his face he might to do something else instead, something stupid, with Steve so close.

It only takes a couple songs before Steve's hands are on his shoulders, gentle, reassuring, an anchor.

"Okay. It's done. Or at least. Might be. I can take more off if you need me too." His voice is soft in Eddie's ear, Eddie can feel the heat of his chest on his back he's so close.

He opens his eyes and feels his heart flutter in his chest. His head swimming a little. His hair hadn't been this short since junior year. He can see Steve watching him in the mirror.

"Good?" He asks, dragging his lip into his mouth and letting it go again.

"I think so." Eddie says, feeling a bit dazzed, a bit dizzy. And then Steve fucking reaches up with both hands, tucks Eddie's hair behind his ears genlty, his fingers moving down his neck to rest back on his shoulders.

"I could take another inch. It'd still fit behind your ears." Steve's eyes are moving over his head, like he's doing some complex math equation. Eddie wants to cry. His chest tight.

"Okay. Take it." He says, Steve's eyes move to his in their reflections again.

"Yeah?" Steve asks, reaching up and smoothing his hand over Eddie's hair. Eddie nods.

"Yeah. One more inch." He breathes the words out, like he just needs them gone, out of his mouth. Steve smiles at him, untucks his hair from his ears and starts cutting again.

Eddie watches him this time. Watches the way his tongue sticks out as he concentrates, measuring Eddie's hair between his fingers before he cuts. His tongue peaking out between his lips, brow furrowed in concentration.

Eddie watches him and tries to convince himself he actually wanted it shorter. And maybe he did. But he knows too, that he didn't want Steve to stop touching him. Steve's eyes meet his in the mirror and he smiles again. Eddie looks away. His cheeks burning.

"Okay. You're done Munson." His voice is teasing, it makes Eddie's stomach flutter.

"Thanks. Harrington." He teases back. Too soft. He knows. But he can't help it. His voice is stuck in his throat. Steve snorts as Eddie turns, takes a step toward the door.

"Actually. Can I-" Steve stops, his hand curling around Eddie's bicep, stopping him there. Eddie looks at him. Waiting.

"Can I wash your hair for you?" Steve asks, his voice quiet, Eddie barely hears it over the radio.

"My...?" Is Eddie's articulate reply.

"Please? It'll make you feel better. I- I think." Steve stammers a bit, always so endearing when he does that. Eddie loves when he's flustered.

"I uh... yeah okay. If you want." Eddie shrugs, tries to act normal. Like any of this is normal. And Steve fucking beams at him, that beautiful smile on full display.

"Okay cool. Just uh... here you can sit here while I get this cleaned up and get a towel and I'll be right back." He's talking fast, his hands flailing and jumping around as he talks. Eddie just nods, smiling at him as he watches him toss Eddie's chopped hair into the trash. Watches him take a lock of it and tie it in a knot, tells Eddie he'll put it somewhere safe. So they'll know when it's fully grown out again.

Steve wipes up the counter and disappears, comes back with two towels a few seconds later. Instructs Eddie to sit on the floor. He sets a towel down for him to sit on and lays the other over the side of the tub.

Eddie lets Steve guide him. His hands gentle as he lowers Eddie's head back over the tub, asks if he's comfortable, Eddie hums an affirmation. Steve makes sure the water is warm, not too hot, because Eddie doesn't like hot water. He gets it perfect. And then starts pouring water onto Eddie's hair.

Eddie's not sure where he got the cup. Or if it was already there for some reason. He means to ask but Steve's fingers sink into his hair and his brain short circuits. The shampoo smells amazing. Minty. It tingles against his scalp in the best way as Steve's fingers move in slow circles.

Eddie's eyes fall closed. He's sure he makes some obscene noise but Steve is kind enough not to comment. His fingers working magic in Eddie's hair. He rinses with warm water, the contrast from the cool minty feeling making Eddie shiver.

He hears Steve laugh a quiet laugh as he does and smiles himself. He hears another bottle pop open and closed and then Steve's fingers are back. Working the conditioner into his hair slowly, massaging it into his scalp as well. His hands moving slowly, with a purpose, for what feels like hours. He pulls back eventually, fingers dragging slowly through Eddie's hair as he goes.

"I'm gonna let that sit for about two minutes and then we'll rinse okay? You doin okay? Not in pain are you?" Steve all but whispers in Eddie's ear. The radio is still playing in the background. But Eddie couldn't tell you a single fucking song that had played since Steve started touching him.

"I'm good. Kinda tired. But that might just be your magic fingers." He peaks one eye open, watches as Steve laughs, shakes his head. He closes his eye again and laughs too. Only it wasn't a joke. Not really. Steve's fingers were magic. Just like the rest of him.

Steve hums along to Queen's Radio Ga Ga as they wait, Eddie tapping out the beat on his thigh as Steve hums and sways. The song ends and Steve scoots closer.

"Ready?" He asks, turning the water back on.

"As I'll ever be." Eddie deadpans, scooting back a bit from where he'd slid down.

"You're not gonna try and put products in my hair and blow dry it are you?" Eddie asks as Steve starts pouring water over him, fingers moving quicker now, moving his hair around to get it clean, he snorts again.

"No. Just wanted to get you clean." He says, pouring one last cup of water over his hair and turning the tap off. He grabs at each side of the towel under Eddie's neck and lifts, pulling Eddie up and wrapping his hair in one smooth motion. Eddie's eyes land on him and he can't help it.

"So my hair was gross. I knew it." He sighs, watches Steve's nose crinkle.

"It really wasn't that bad. But you thought it was. So i figured this would help." Steve shrugged, like it was nothing. Eddie bit his lip as Steve patted and scrunched his hair in the towel, being careful not to pull.

He claps his hands down on his thighs and helps Eddie get back on his feet. Pulls him genlty to stand in front of the mirror again and smiles soflty when Eddie takes the towel off his head and drags his own fingers through his hair.

It's short, leveled at his chin, a little above when he tucks it behind his ears. And he feels... better. Lighter. He shoves his hands up into the back of it, taking a deep breathe when his fingers drag over his neck, it makes him shiver.

"Fuck. I'm gonna be cold now." He mutters, chuckling in his throat, he hadn't thought about that.

"I'll keep you warm." Steve's voice is soft, when he speaks. The tape in the deck clicks and goes quiet as they stare at each other in the mirror.

"I just wanted you to feel better. But I'll gladly keep you warm too. Whatever you need Eddie. I- I mean I'm here. For you. Not goin anywhere." He shrugs after he mumbles through his little confession, his eyes on the floor when he turns to Eddie.

"I feel better." Eddie whispers, bites his lip and decides to be brave.

He steps forward, into Steve's space, Steve lifts his head, hazel eyes darting around Eddie's face. Eddie hears his breath stutter when he leans closer, presses his lips to Steve's cheek, firm.

Wanting no doubt in Steve's mind that Eddie means this. Means to kiss him. Means to pull him into a tight hug after. Means to hum happily into Steve's neck when Steve pulls him close, arms wrapping around Eddie's skinny frame and holding him tight.

"I'm not going anywhere either." Eddie breathes into his shoulder, presses another kiss there, into his shirt, like a promise. Steve squeezes him tighter, Eddie thinks he might be crying. His chest fluttering against Eddie's as he breathes shakily.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" Eddie asks, lets Steve pull away a bit so he can see him. Eddie was right, there are tears in his eyes, but he's smiling as he looks at Eddie.

"Yeah. Course you can. You can sleep there every night if you want. Forever." Steve says, nuzzles into Eddie touch as he wipes tears away from his flushed cheeks.

"Forever huh?" Eddie teases, kissing acoss Steve's cheeks genlty as he laughs, it's wet, and wobbly, and Eddie is so fucking in love with him already.

"Yeah. Forever. Or however long you want me I guess." He shrugs again, dismissive, as if he really thinks Eddie would ever give him up.

"Forever sounds good to me. Not fucking letting you go now I've got you." Eddie whispers, his hands holding Steve's face, Steve's hands on his wrists, holding him too.

"You're gonna keep me forever?" Steve asks, his lip trembling as he looks at Eddie with hope in his teary eyes.

"Forever and ever, if I can." Eddie nods, and it seems to break Steve. He sighs, grabs at Eddie's pajama shirt and tugs him forward. Their lips crash together, a little rough at first, their teeth clicking until Steve seems to calm and slow down. His lips move genlty against Eddie's, soft and slow, and when he pulls back he's smiling again, his crooked little half smile that Eddie loves so much.

Steve scrunches his hair a few more times and then drags Eddie upstairs, gets them both comfy in his bed. And he holds Eddie as they fall alseep, pressing kisses into his hair and against his temple before sleep takes him.

Eddie wakes up warm. Drapped across Steve's chest as the sun hits them. He feels lips press into his hair, smiles when Steve makes exaggerated kissy noises. But he keeps his eyes closed, nuzzles deeper into Steve as he feels his fingers press into his hair.

Eddie hums as they drag through a few times, nimbly untangling rats or snags as they move. He sinks deeper into Steve, his heart fluttering as Steve's hand moves through his hair genlty, scratching at his scalp as he goes, before settling against the back of his neck, his thumb moving in slow cirles against the newly exposed skin.

Eddie whimpers into Steve's chest and snuggles closer, Steve keeping him warm, just like he promised. Eddie couldn't wait to spend forever with him.

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they were made to be judgy old gay people. To Me.

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More possible thoughts running through Steve Harrington’s mind after the “big boy” comment:

“I mean, we’ve got the RV, we’ve got almost all of the six nuggets. Fuck it, we can drive to California and pick the other rugrats up. Family vacation time. Road trip!”

“Finally, a co-parent.”

*”Gimme, gimme, gimme (A Man After Midnight)” plays in Steve’s head.

“Now if Robin dates Vickie, or Nancy cause…chemistry is there, and Mike dates Will, cause Byers needs a win, we can all triple date and be like a gay wolf pack.”

“Should I ask Wayne for permission to date Eddie?”

“Should Eddie ask Joyce for permission to date me?”

“Karen Wheeler better not try to fuck another man I’m dating.”

*”You’re the One That I want” starts playing in Steve’s head.

“So on our first date, I’ll take him out to dinner. He’ll probably wanna go to a diner for a burger, but that’s okay cause I’ll be with him. Then a movie. Then…”

“I can convince Claudia and Joyce that he is good enough to date their adopted son, right?”

“Fuck, now I’m going to have to figure out what a Mordor is.”

“I wanna wash his hair now, so badly!”

“Diamonds are not only a girl’s best friend. I’ll need to update him on that.”

“I guess I could be a tiefling in one of his campaigns if I had to join.”

“Wonder if I could get a Hellfire polo shirt.”

“Billy went wild when he saw me in my Scoops Ahoy uniform. I wonder if Eddie will as well.”

“I umm…you umm…why are words hard?”

“Do I got her though? And who’s her anyway?”

*practicing what he will say to Wayne Munson* “I’m sure that you’ve heard stories about me from Eddie that might have made me seem like an asshole. But rest assured, I have learned from my mistakes. My intentional with your nephew are pure…”

“Why didn’t I make out with him a Skull Rock?!”

“Can I…can I like Eddie if he doesn’t have boobies?”

“Fuck! Imma have to go to the music store and buy a shit load of cassettes now.”

“Maybe I can get him into Madonna.”

“Wonder if he’d use the Michael Myers mask in the bed room.”

“So that’s what that hanky meant!”

Between working on Halloween inspired fiction and the long, chapter fiction, I have had zero time to think of small, little tumbler post like this. But hopefully these are just as good as the first!

[italiansteebie]

A negative effect of Eddie; weird / dark humor. Like, Steve gets used to making bleak and horrifying jokes because they always make Eddie laugh that he gets too comfortable. So, when Dustin asks Steve if he was dropped on his head as a baby, Steve says something like "yeah but they did that on purpose so it doesn't count" and Eddie snorts, whilst everyone else is in distress.

[italiansteebie]

hehehe i have a request!

corroded coffin being great friends with steve and they constantly like to playfully flirt with steve to make him shy and blush so pretty. meanwhile, eddie is silently fighting a war in his head at the corner bc if he flirts with steve, it'll be too obvious that he actually means it, but he wants to be the reason steve is flustered and blushing!

I sure do love a good yearning fic. Especially when we get some jealous Eddie. And boy do we. I don't know what I was doing here actually, but hopefully this is exactly what everyone needs for this prompt! - Mickala ❤️

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Eddie Munson performed on stage for Steve Harrington. It was a fact he had to accept after everything happened with Vecna.

He couldn’t touch a guitar for months while he healed physically and emotionally, didn’t even listen to music unless someone else was, and it was never metal.

But when he finally got his hands back on his sweetheart, Steve watched him from the entrance to his bedroom. He watched as Eddie tuned her, strummed a few chords to warm up his fingers, and then went into the solo that saved their lives.

He put on a show for Steve in his room.

He put on a show for Steve at the bar.

He put on a show for Steve everywhere.

But so did the rest of the band.

Corroded Coffin had been chomping at the bit for Eddie to get back into the swing of things. They refused to play without him, even when the bar was offering them actual, real money to fill their empty slots.

They settled for just hanging out with Eddie and Steve and Robin, sometimes introducing Robin and Steve to their favorite bands, sometimes just getting high and talking. They’d even come to the pool parties for the kids.

But when they started having daily practices again, and performing at the bar, and sometimes even performing at a nicer bar in Indy, Steve was right there. He was sitting against the wall of the garage, or standing front row, or sitting at a table where he could see all of them on stage.

And dammit if every single one of the guys of Corroded Coffin didn’t pretend to have a crush on Steve.

They would flirt with him the way they flirted with girls who would never be interested in them at the bars they played at. They let him sit on stage during soundcheck, play their instruments, would wrap their arms around him after shows for “congratulatory hugs.”

Eddie hated it all.

It’s not like he’d claimed Steve or anything. That’s gross and demeaning and he would never do that.

But, like, he wrote eight (yes, eight) songs about him and the guys didn’t seem to think it was anything more than the same crush they had on him.

He frequently ditched the guys to hang out with just Steve, shared his best weed with him, and canceled practice if he had so much as a minor headache so he could help him.

He let him touch his guitar for fuck sake.

He was in love with Steve.

And watching the guys make him smile and blush and get all shy? Yeah, it killed him.

It’s not even that he actually believed the guys liked him. Or that Steve actually liked any of them.

It’s that when he was getting attention from them, he became this version of Steve that made Eddie melt. This version that was so soft, and relaxed, and content, and confident.

He loved seeing it, but he knew if he flirted with Steve, Steve would see that he actually meant it. And sure, Steve was okay with Robin, and probably wouldn’t actually treat Eddie any differently, but he also would try to distance himself so Eddie could get over him easier. He’d think he was doing him a favor, but he’d really be breaking his heart.

All the guys told him just to try, see what happens, but he couldn’t.

Until a concert at the queer bar in Indy. They only performed there once before, and Steve hadn’t been able to come with them.

But he was here tonight.

Front row like always.

Wearing a stupid pink polo and light wash jeans, a bomber jacket that it was definitely too warm in here for, his hair perfect despite the sweat forming along his hairline.

And apparently, every gay man in the building had decided they wanted to take Steve home.

He was constantly surrounded by someone new, always smiling kindly at their attempts, but turning them away.

He couldn’t hear what was being said, but Steve did occasionally give that cute blush, that shy smile that said he did like what he heard.

Halfway through the set, a man who looked an alarming amount like Eddie walked up to Steve and started chatting with him.

Steve was not only talking back, but leaning into him.

He never did that with the guys.

“Alright, next song is one I wrote for my Stevie!” Eddie yelled into the mic.

This wasn’t the plan. In fact, it was so far from the plan, the rest of the guys were just staring at him like he’d announced he was leaving the band right on stage.

But it did get Steve’s attention.

He was looking up at Eddie with those wide eyes, biting his lip like he did when he was trying to understand something.

Eddie’s impulse control had gone out the window due to jealousy, and now he had to deliver something he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

He quickly grabbed his acoustic guitar from its stand, usually only reserved for one specific song on their setlist, but apparently made for one of the songs he wrote for Steve tonight.

Jeff shook his head and folded his arms as he watched Eddie face the consequences of his actions.

It’s fine. It would be fine. Totally cool.

He was just about to sing about being in love with someone who made his darkest days bright again but never saw the way he lit up his life. In front of said person.

It’s fine.

He started strumming, fixing his gaze on Steve, who was leaning against the small barricade that separated the stage from the crowd. Most bars they played in didn’t bother, but this one was big, and usually had large crowds on the weekends, so it was necessary.

Steve’s mouth opened when Eddie started singing.

It wasn’t the best song he’d ever written, but it was the one that brought out the most emotions.

The first half of the song was yearning, words that he thought but never said out loud, some so obviously about Steve, he couldn’t risk even practicing them with him around.

The second half of the song was about a love destined to beat the odds, about being brave, not running from anything, even the one who scared him most.

It was a lot.

A lot of the bar had gone quiet as they listened, their eyes shifting between Eddie singing on stage and Steve staring dumbfounded up at him from the floor.

When the song was done, Steve blinked twice, then left the main room, walking towards the back where a bouncer let him behind a curtain.

That could be…good. Or bad.

Eddie tried not to think about it.

They finished the show, though it wasn’t their best and it was entirely Eddie’s fault.

His brain was where Steve was, not with his band on stage.

Gareth patted him on the shoulder when they were done, nodding his head to the back to let him know they could clean up so he could go to Steve.

The guys were too good to him.

He rushed off the stage and to the room in the back of the bar designed for bands to hang out after they performed. It was small, clearly used to be an office or storage room, but big enough for a couch and small coffee table and mini fridge.

Steve was sitting on the couch, head in his hands, fingers gripping his hair.

Eddie walked over and sat on the coffee table in front of him, but kept enough distance that Steve wouldn’t feel boxed in.

“How long?” Steve asked without looking up.

“Since I wrote the song or I’ve felt that way?”

“Both, I guess.”

“I wrote the song when I was in the hospital. I felt that way since you brought me Honeycombs in the boathouse even when Nancy told you it was a bad idea to come back.”

Steve rubbed his hands down his face and sat up, his eyes meeting Eddie’s.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

“Why would you think you’d lose me?”

Eddie shrugged.

“Eds,” Steve placed his hands on Eddie’s knees, scooting his body in closer. “Why did you think I wouldn’t be here with you if you said something?”

“Because you don’t feel the same. And anytime you looked at me, you’d think about how I was in love with you and you’d be uncomfortable and I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you start to hate me.”

Eddie closed his eyes and sighed.

He took a risk tonight, a big one, and he would just have to live with Steve not wanting to be around him anymore.

He felt Steve’s forehead against his, and he opened his eyes.

“You think I go to random bars to watch a metal concert because I like metal?”

Eddie shook his head slowly.

“I do this because I love you. If I had known you felt the same, I would have spent the last eight months kissing you instead of wishing I could.”

Huh. Ain’t that something.

“So if I kissed you right now, you’d stay?”

“I’d beg for more, probably.”

Eddie shivered at the thought.

Steve begging him for more? He loved the sound of that.

Eddie raised his hand up to cup Steve’s cheek, running his thumb across his jaw as he smiled.

“I could have been singing that song every show this whole time.”

“I won’t stop you from singing it every show from now on.”

“Good.”

Eddie leaned in slowly, savoring every moment of breathing Steve in, listening to his breath hitch, feeling his jaw clench for a moment before it relaxed.

When their lips met, Eddie knew this was it for him. No other kiss or person or love could ever compare to Steve.

He was ruined and he couldn’t be happier about it.

When Steve leaned in to deepen the kiss, Eddie pulled him into his lap, smirking when Steve yelped at the sudden show of strength.

He didn’t pull away at any point, not wanting to lose the taste of Steve on his tongue while he adjusted him in his lap and ran his hands along his sides under his shirt, feeling the indent of the scars that matched his own.

Steve groaned, the vibrations against Eddie’s lips making him pull Steve against him, their hips aligning just right.

Eddie’s next inhale ended in a moan when Steve rutted against him purposefully.

“God, Stevie, the guys are coming back here soon. We can’t.”

“Why not?” Steve sounded whiny, breathless, desperate.

Eddie was going to die.

“Wanna take my time with you. Don’t wanna get interrupted. No one should get to see you like this except me.”

If it sounded possessive, Steve didn’t seem to mind.

His eyes rolled back and he moaned, his hips rutting forward again and making such blissful contact, Eddie almost considered throwing him on the couch and doing whatever Steve asked.

“Just wanna touch you. Please,” Steve gasped, begging, just like he said he would.

He was really perfect, wasn’t he?

“Sweetheart…”

“It’ll be quick, I’ll be so good. I promise. Please.”

How could Eddie turn him down?

Hopefully the guys would take their time because Eddie needed to have Steve at least half naked immediately.

He pushed Steve back on the couch, smiling when Steve let out a huff of air.

“Get your pants off, baby boy. Gonna give you what you want so bad.”

It was easy to fall into this, surprisingly so. Any nerves Eddie thought he would have were gone as Steve did exactly as he was asked, unbutton his pants quickly and shoving his pants down.

Eddie did the same, not willing to waste a single second he had.

He didn’t even take time to look at Steve, promised himself he would take him home and properly worship every inch of his body later, but for now, he had to hurry.

Steve laid back on the couch, pulling Eddie on top of him and kissing at his neck, leaving little nips as he went back up towards his jaw.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” Eddie moaned as his bare cock made contact with Steve’s. “Can’t wait to get you in my bed, open you up, make you mine.”

“Already yours,” Steve whispered, the moment feeling too rushed for the words.

Eddie pulled back slightly, smiled down at the love of his life.

“I’ve been yours for so long,” he said softly. He held his hand up and spit in it, then held it out for Steve to spit in it, too.

It was messy, and maybe a little gross, definitely more desperate than either of them expected, but it was perfect.

Eddie’s spit-covered hand drifted between them, wrapping around their cocks and giving a few slow strokes to get them wet.

“Fuck, yes,” Steve threw his head back, his hands tugging on Eddie’s hair as he thrust upwards into Eddie’s hand.

Eddie picked up the pace naturally, his eyes focused on the way Steve’s whole body showed pleasure.

He was perfect, his whole body was designed to feel good and Eddie was always going to do everything he could to make sure Steve felt this way as much as possible.

His whole body responded to every touch, every moan, every breath Eddie let out. He curved into the touch, and away from the oversensitivity of Eddie’s relentless pressure on their hard lengths.

“Not gonna last,” Steve panted, his eyes glassy as he looked up at Eddie.

“Me either, sweet boy. Don’t want you to wait. Just cum when you need to. Wanna see you,” Eddie said as he rested his lips against his jaw, too overwhelmed to actually kiss him.

He felt more than saw when Steve’s orgasm took over. His whole body tensed, his cock pulsed, and warmth covered his hand and stomach.

He wasn’t far behind, especially when he looked at the way Steve’s eyes had closed and his mouth dropped open, completely blissed out, on another planet.

As they both came down, and Eddie used an extra shirt from the floor to wipe them up the best he could, Steve let out a giggle.

“Robin’s gonna be pissed.”

“Why?” Eddie was pretty sure Robin was well aware of his feelings for Steve, probably wished he would’ve said something long ago, too.

“I told her I wouldn’t have sex with you until we go on a date.”

“This doesn’t have to count. Or she doesn’t have to know,” Eddie smirked. “In fact, I’m pretty good at lying. I can confess my love again in front of her and you can ask me on a date like the gentleman you are.”

Steve smacked his chest as they both sat up to put their shirts back on.

“I’m not lying to Robin. But I wouldn’t mind going on a real date. Or hearing the love confession again.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “I’ll take you out tomorrow and then we’ll have a big romantic moment when I take you back to my place.”

“Before or after you fuck me into your mattress?”

“Steven! I’m trying to be a good boyfriend!”

Steve was suddenly bright red, shy, like when the guys jokingly flirted with him. But they weren’t here. This was all Eddie.

“Are you my boyfriend?”

“I’m yours. We don’t have to label it if you don’t want to, but you’ve got me in whatever way you want me.”

Steve gave him a quick kiss on the lips, teeth clacking as he smiled.

“Will the guys be okay with me being your boyfriend?”

“They have to be. I’ve dealt with them flirting with you for months, now it’s my turn.”

“Were you jealous?”

“Obviously.”

“I love you.”

Eddie’s stomach fluttered at his words, his face getting just as red as Steve’s did when someone flirted with him.

“I love you, too.”

There was a loud knock on the door followed by a shout from Gareth.

“Can we come in? Is everyone clothed? Is anyone dead?”

“Actually, we’re naked. Hope you didn’t like your sweater, Jeffy! It’s been protecting the couch from all of our loooooove!”

“Okay, we’ll meet you in the van!” Jeff responded.

Steve and Eddie laughed as they heard the guys arguing as they left the hall to go to the back alley where the van was parked.

“What happens if they still flirt with me?”

“I just flirt with you harder until they’re uncomfortable. I win.”

It wasn’t actually a competition, but knowing that he won was enough for Eddie to put up with whatever attempts at flirting the guys put Steve through in the future.

[italiansteebie]

“Open up, princess...”

[italiansteebie]

i really need some casual puppy steve in my life.

like sfw just... imagine like he does a favor for robin and she jokingly says "good boy," and pats him on the head, missing the way steve's eyes glaze over and his head goes quiet for a second.

and then eddie does something very similar but then he notices it, and leans into it. way into it. steve's always had a habit of sitting on the floor, except now eddie will comb his fingers through his hair, mumbling "such a sweet boy, my sweet boy," without realizing what he's saying until steve still under his touch.

"stevie?"

and the way steve's eyes soften and droop as he looks up at the other man, "i've never felt like this before," he whispers. "that's okay baby, i'm here." eddie assures, "can i try something?" he asks tentatively, watching as steve nods his head slowly, big brown eyes full of trust. "how does it make you feel, when i call you..." eddie hesitates, "call me what, eds?" steve probes, pushing his head further into eddie's hands. "puppy?" eddie questions, watching as steve's shoulders drop, barely surprised at the way his boy clambers onto his lap, curling into his touch.

"you like that stevie? are you a good boy? hmm? my good little puppy?" eddie coos, steve melting even further. "makes my head go quiet," steve says, nuzzling his face further into eddie's chest. "that's good, right?" eddie asks, unsure, smiling as steve nods. "you're my little puppy, isn't that right?" he asks gently, "mhm, all yours," steve whispers, fully pliant in eddie's arms, soaking up all the soft attention and the way eddie is lightly scratching his back.

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oops sorry (not really)

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