#Eddie letting his impulsive thoughts speak for him

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posts a Tiktok but the phone is sitting his lap like he’s trying to be subtle about filming. The video is captioned, “POV: When your husband finds out you cancelled his gym membership three months ago.”

And Steve is off-camera, mid-ranting like, “-unbelievable, Edward Munson. Where do you get off-“

“Mostly on you,” Eddie says and then, “Sorry.”

#Eddie letting his impulsive thoughts speak for him #In fairness to Eddie Steve’s has two gym memberships #Eddie canceled the one for the gym he hasn’t been to in over a year and kept the one with the pool #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #steve harrington

[ddejavvu]

oh my god i don't know if you are taking requests right now but i just saw a scene from al pacino's movie "the panic in the needle park" where there was a dialogue that goes "you know what you are?" "what am i?" "you are my girl". ahhh that's so cute! so i immediately thought of eddie. can you write a cute little something inspired by this dialogue? i love your eddie pieces.

i'm not gonna pretend to have seen the scene you're talking about so i have no idea how it was said/used but my brain went 'argument scene' so that's what i did here <3

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"You're too impulsive, Eddie," You groan, pointedly looking away from his bleeding knuckles, "You can't just punch anyone who says something mean."

"I'm not impulsive." Eddie insists, and you play into dramatics to drop your jaw in a comically aghast expression, "I didn't punch him for shits and giggles, babe. He said something nasty about you."

"And you had the impulse to punch him. I'm not calling you unreasonable, I'm calling you impulsive. Because you are impulsive." You huff, arms crossed as you refuse to settle into the passenger's seat of Eddie's van. He's got the engine turned over, but you're stalling in the parking lot, one step away from taking the bus home from school instead.

Eddie's brow scrunches, "Yeah? Well, y'know what you are?"

Defensiveness places itself like a shield over your chest. Guarding your heart, it rears its ugly head, denting itself in preparation for words like nagging, ungrateful, god forbid bitchy to be thrown out.

"What?" You spit with sharp eyes.

"You're my girl." Eddie mutters, eyes narrowed with frustration, but not anger as he looks at you, "And I don't like it when people say mean shit about you. Okay? I just-" He glares sideways at his mirror for a split second, catching his own reflection in it, "Maybe I am impulsive. But it's- it's not an impulse to hurt people, okay? It's an impulse to protect you."

The defensive shield you'd thrown up melts with the surge of warmth that Eddie's statement brings to your heart. Falling away with it is weight you'd been carrying since the second your boyfriend's knuckles had connected with the sophomore's face, and you let it all escape in a sigh that drains your lungs.

You inhale, voice much softer now, "Eddie. I'm happy I'm your girl. Really, it's just- I don't need protecting. Or at least, not like that. You can protect me by saving me the headache I endure every time you knock someone's lights out over me."

You chance a glance at him, disarmed by his sentimental speech, and find his eyes similarly smooth to your voice. He reaches out with a cautious hand, the one that isn't red at the knuckles, and you don't hesitate to take it and hold onto it.

He cracks a sad smile, and you mirror the expression.

"I won't punch people anymore," He offers, his voice quiet, "Or- well. I'll try. You're right, I-" He drops his eyes to his lap, speaking softer than you'd have thought possible, "It's an impulse. But I'll work on it."

"Thank you," You gush, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand, "And thanks for wanting to protect me, Eddie."

"Anytime," He seems almost embarrassed to pledge it, and you let it slide because you're both still getting used to dating and what that means. "Uh, do you still wanna take the bus, or-?"

"If you still want to take me home, I'll stay.' You muse carefully, "Do you still want to take me home?"

"Yeah," His careful smile gives way to an easy grin, a slight relieved exhale whooshing from his nose, "Buckle up, babe. We can stop for fries on the way."

"I want a milkshake instead," You decide, reaching for your seatbelt, "Is that okay?"

"Good taste," Eddie nods, eyeing you in the rear-view mirror, "I'll dip my fries in, and we can use it to ice my knuckles."

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[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 28th:  Ghost Hunting | Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine | Frantic read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

“Wait,” Eddie pauses and whips around, nearly knocking everything off of Steve’s kitchen counter. “You don’t believe in ghosts?”

It just doesn’t make any sense– after all they’ve seen? After all Steve’s seen? How can he not believe in ghosts? 

Steve shrugs and pops another Pringle in his mouth as he leans against the counter next to Eddie. “No, why? Do you?”

Eddie’s eyes bulge and Steve rolls his own. “Do I believe in ghosts? The guy who got eaten alive by demon bats in a funhouse mirror version of our current waking world? How do you not?!”

“The Upside Down was created, Ed,” Steve laughs and eats another chip, speaking with his mouth full. “Ghosts though? Like, spirits and the afterlife and all of that? I just don’t buy into it.”

“That doesn’t make any kind of sense, Harrington. So you’d just walk into a haunted place or whatever, fearless?”

Crumbs fall from his chest as he brushes them off his shirt Like most things Steve does these days, it’s cute and Eddie wants to beat himself over the head with that Pringles can for the thought. 

Steve nods and licks the leftover Pringle dust from his fingers. Eddie tracks the movement subconsciously. “I guess so, yeah. Why, you wanna go ghost hunting or something?” 

Well, there’s an idea. Does he want to test the waters of the underworld again? No, not really. But does the idea of spending more time with Steve speak to his particular brand of impulsivity? 

It sure does, which is why he responds with glee. 

“Hell yeah!”

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Dustin hooks them up with some sort of special camera and instructions that go way over both Eddie and Steve’s heads before calling them both idiots and sending them on their way. 

And as they approach the old cemetery, Eddie starts to agree with him. 

Barren trees wave hello with decrepit branches and the gate clatters in the wind. A cool breeze whips through them, cutting Eddie to the bone and he sees Steve shiver next to him out of the corner of his eye. 

“Place is bigger than I thought,” Steve says. “How many people do you think are dead here?” 

“Hopefully of ‘em,” Eddie teases. “Nervous yet, big boy?” 

Eddie bumps their shoulders together and turns to see Steve pull his jacket around him tighter. Like Eddie, the chill hits differently these days, something about the nerve damage from their Upside Down battle scars. It’s hard not to reach out and 

Steve scoffs with his arms crossed over his chest and nudges him back. “Not even a little. Let’s get this over with before we freeze to death.” 

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Eddie manages to lose Steve in the supposedly haunted cemetery. He’s not sure how it happens– one minute, he’s tracking something that popped up on the camera and the next, he’s alone in a mossy, overgrown corner of the graveyard with nothing but tombstones for company. 

“Steve?” Eddie calls out into the wind. 

Nothing. 

He tries not to let panic set in. 

He’s just veered off course, that’s all. If he retraces his steps, he’ll find himself back to the main path and find Steve, probably annoyed that he’s been stuck waiting. An easy enough task, if he knew which direction he’d come from– the hyperfocus on the camera makes it difficult to reorient himself. 

“Steve?” He yells out again, louder this time as he walks back in what he thinks is the right direction. 

Eddie’s heart starts racing a bit faster, frantic energy thumping in his chest and down to his stomach as he turns in a circle. Nothing but gravestones and epitaphs as far as the eye can see. Another chill takes him by surprise and every hair on the back of his neck stands at attention, probably a placebo response but eerie and unsettling just the same. 

“Steve, where are you?” He yells again, marching forward and up a small hill he’s fairly certain he’d nearly stumbled down when watching the camera screen. 

As he clears the hill, Eddie looks across the bleak expanse of dead grass and dreary landscape, searching for a glimpse of Steve. 

“Steve! Can you hear me?” His voice breaks, quieter than the last few calls. 

When he finds nothing, he starts to walk a little faster, his feet crunching dried up leaves that litter the ground beneath him. Silence envelopes him, loud and consuming, broken only by the sound of his breath. 

Whirling around a tree, he finds himself at another deadend and feels the panic he’s tamped down into a shallow grave begin to claw its way out.

He knows that Steve can handle himself– he’s seen it for himself, after all– but even outside of ghosts, outside of the Upside Down, there are still certain consequences to being seen out in public with Eddie.

The town has been none too kind, even with his name being cleared, and Eddie knows all too well what they’re capable of. Images of Steve beaten and bloodied somewhere in the cemetery, whether by monsters or humans, plague him. Rage and terror seep into his thoughts as he shivers against the wind. 

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“What the fuck!” Eddie screams and whips around, dropping the camera as his hands ball into fists when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, it’s just me, are you alright?” Steve’s eyes widen and he puts up both hands in a faux display of surrender.  

He releases a breath he hasn’t realized he’s been holding and folds forward, one hand on Steve’s shoulder and the other bracing himself on his own knee. 

“Yep, all good here, never better, Stevie.” Eddie wheezes out, offering a thumbs up without looking.

“You sure? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost… that wasn’t supposed to be a pun.”

Eddie looks up at Steve to find him smiling down at him, soft and crooked, his absolute favorite– the only beam of light and color in this desolate cemetery. 

“Wow, that was lame, even for you.” 

Steve’s smile only grows wider. “Seriously though, did you see something? I turned around and you were just, poof. Gone.” 

“Didn’t you hear me yelling for you? I got caught up tracking what I thought was something worth tracking and got myself lost as shit.” 

Eddie watches as Steve’s smile turns to a grimace. “Hearing’s not great these days. Guess I uh, took a few too many hits to the head. Sorry.”

“Dude, I didn’t know that. And don’t apologize,” Eddie starts, standing up straight but not dropping his hand from Steve’s shoulder. “I’m the one that wandered off. Wayne jokes he wanted to put me on a leash when I was a kid because of it.” 

“You know, that makes sense.” Steve’s smile returns and Eddie mentally pats himself on the back. “Anyways, see anything worth the trip?”

Eddie steps closer, equal parts emboldened and weakened by the adrenaline, and pulls Steve into a hug. If Steve ever asks him why, he’ll write it off as the come-down from hysteria but he needs to feel Steve’s heartbeat more than his own right now. One arm around his neck, the other around his waist, and Eddie just… squeezes. 

He doesn’t expect Steve to hug him back. 

To his surprise, he feels Steve’s arms come up and pull him tight, one around his waist and the other wrapping around his upper back, one hand resting carefully on the back of his head. Eddie inhales the scent of what’s left of Steve’s cologne and lets himself rest, the throbbing of his heart synchronizing with Steve’s. 

It’s a lovely fantasy, pretending this isn’t just Steve being Steve and comforting someone who looks like Hell. 

Too soon, Steve pulls back, both hands still in place but their bodies just inches apart. Under the moonlight, Steve’s eyes sparkle and his hair glistens, shades of copper and hazel, two of Eddie’s new favorite colors. 

He swallows and nods in delayed response to Steve’s question. 

“Yeah, yeah I definitely did. You?"

Something different coats Steve's expression, something soft and fond– tender, even– and Eddie isn't sure exactly what to make of it. Or of the warmth that blooms in his chest. Steve moves one hand to brush a clump of Eddie's hair out of his face and cradles Eddie's cheek, far too delicate for him to understand. 

"No ghosts, but yeah. Definitely found something worth the trip." 

Eddie swallows and watches as Steve comes closer, and then closer still. Closer until his lips graze Eddie's, a silent question, one that Eddie returns without hesitation. 

When Eddie nearly kissed Steve in the Upside Down, he'd imagined it full of desperation and fear, terror and hopelessness. Now, still surrounded by ghosts but none that can touch them, their first kiss is vibrant– full of light, full of life in stark contrast to their surroundings. 

Like their hug, it's over too soon, pulling apart and resting their foreheads against one another. Steve laughs, a low rumble in his chest and shakes his head. "Please tell me we don't have to tell our friends our first day was in a cemetery?" 

Eddie smiles and nods. "Of course we do. Can't imagine anything more metal."

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie month #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #myblurbs #eddie month prompts #please consider reblogging if you enjoy 💕

[queenimmadolla]

NEED MORE PENNY AND DAD!EDDIE ITS SO CUTE

yeah, this little family kind of owns my ass now so i’m glad you love them! and thank you for being my first request, i literally dropped everything i was doing cause i wanted to get this out tonight! sorry if the formatting is shit, posting on mobile is weird for me. will tweak any mistakes tomorrow!

Look Who’s Talking

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: eddie takes his three year old shopping. obviously, cuteness ensues. **sequel to Penny for Your Thoughts**

warnings: none, i think. oh, except PREGNANCY WHAAAAT.

gif by corrodedcoffins

“We’re gonna get you some cool new threads, pretty girl. I’m thinking slacks.”

The look Penny gave him made him snicker, her eyebrows furrowed together as she eyed him like she regretted not being able to opt out of this. Sure, she had no idea what slacks were, but clearly she was not fond of the word.

Penny was in need of some new clothes, the now three year old was beginning to outgrow most of her wardrobe. She even had little high waters, and that made his eyes water. His baby was growing, and he didn’t like it one bit.

Normally, shopping was a family activity but you were incredibly irritable lately and Eddie figured you could use some alone time to relax. You hadn’t protested too hard when he offered to take Penny to pick out a couple of new toddler ‘fits. Now that she didn’t demand a nipple every once in a while, it was easier to take Penny places with him.

Like the outdoor shopping center, a recent addition to Hawkins.

“Can we get snacks, too?” Came her cute little voice as he unbuckled her from her carseat.

She’d always been a bit of babbler from the moment she started trying to communicate, was speaking a couple of broken phrases here and there a little after she had turned two but it wasn’t until after her third birthday that she figured words out. Like really well. Scarily, well.

Penny went from baby talk and referring to herself in third person to asking him if he could sit down with her on his lap so she could tell him about how ‘tiwed in the hawt’—she still had trouble with her ‘r’s—she’d get when she spends her day making a city with her building blocks before her bedtime only to wake up and find the city back in her toy box. All her hard work gone.

From just ‘Daddy, no eat Penny’s toes! Penny’s toes not fo’ eatin’ to ‘Daddy, why awe you twying to eat my feets foe? Thewa not vewy yummy, not wike ‘spetti.’, all within the span of less than a year. Broke and warmed his heart. She immediately clung to him like a baby koala as he pulled her entirely out of the van and shut the door, letting her dad press a multitude of kisses into her still baby fat filled cheeks. “Yeah, we’ll grab something on the way out.”

“You got a big nose, daddy.” She also had no filter, something you both had to be incredibly cautious about because it wasn’t a matter of if she would repeat something. It was when. And Penny had already told Wayne how ‘fuckin ‘cited’ she was with her approaching promotion.

Eddie smirked at the memory of last Christmas and the way you’d immediately disappeared into the kitchen—because it had totally been you that fucked up—as he made his way to the kids clothing store you bought most of Penny’s clothes from. The bell above the door sounded as they entered, and Eddie crouched down to set Penny on her legs.

He loved holding her, but he wanted to get her comfortable with walking around in public, and a confined setting—while she had a lot more of her impulses under control, the need to immediately run free and wild when her parents put her down in most settings was still hard for her to ignore—such as a store was the perfect opportunity. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of her or he’d have a heart attack.

“Alright, lucky Penny. What colors are we thinking about for your fall wardrobe?” He asked, pulling something tan and fluffy off of a rack for her to inspect.

She reached a little hand up to scratch at her head, fingers gripping the curls for a moment as she tried to figure out a way to convey to her daddy that what he was holding up was very ugly.

“Uhm, I dunno. Not that. Maybe Gween? I wike gween, and yellow. And pink. Owange is a hawd colow, huh daddy?” He had no idea what she meant by that, but he agreed nonetheless. His baby was always right.

Eddie put the ugly article of clothing back, letting Penny wander around to whatever caught her eye.

Except, she just kept walking, didn’t even bother looking at anything. “What about this one?” He asked, pulling a random little green sweater out for her in an attempt to catch her attention. Before he could even get a good look at it, she was letting out the most dramatic of little screams.

“DUCK! WOOK! WOOK, DADDY! ’S A DUCKIE!” She pointed at the embellishment on the front of the sweater, and sure enough, it was a duck. And not even a cute little cartoon one, it was an embellishment of an actual duck. Eddie knew it was her latest obsession, along with city construction, but he hadn’t realized the form of it didn’t matter to her.

“Alright, we found our first pick.” He double checked to make sure it was the right size before letting her hold onto it. The way she cradled it to her chest, mumbling gibberish to it reminded him a lot of Gollum. Two minutes later she got tired of holding it, so it ended up thrown over his shoulder.A blue blouse, a pair of pink overalls, pink sweats, pink pants, three pairs of little jeans, an orange sweater, two care bears shirts, three packs of socks—those she wanted to hold, cradling them like babies despite the fact that Eddie knew how much she hated socks—and the green duck sweater later, Eddie was pretty satisfied with their little shopping haul.

Penny had kept up a continuous stream of commentary ranging from her opinions on the selections to fleeting thoughts she had a couple of ‘yestertimes’ ago with absolutely no relation to their bonding time, but it was still endearing to Eddie. Everything she did, was. Eddie absolutely adored how random she was. She’d be going on and on about how ducks aren’t scary like chickens, how you promised her you’d protect her from them forever, then she’d remember he existed or something because she’d turn around and hug his leg—and she put her all into hugs—giving his jeans a kiss before looking up at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes. His eyes looking up at him through a face so similar to yours.

Fuck, you guys made a whole, perfect little human together. That’s all the proof he needs to know magic is real.

“I wuvs you, daddy.”

His heart wouldn’t ever not melt for her.

“I love you, too, baby.” He choked out through the emotions making his throat feel tight. “Daddy loves you so much.”

“Yes.” Is all she said, leaning up on his leg for a few moments before she was off again. Eddie followed immediately after her, eyebrows pinching together in confusion for a moment. Something didn’t feel right. Something was missing.

“Penny.”

“Yes?” She responded, curls bouncing as she felt the need to start trying her hardest to hop along instead of walk.

“Where are the socks?”

“Yes.”

After they’d double backed around the store and found the pack of socks—Eddie only needed to watch her glance nervously at a certain shoe box a couple of times—he figured it was check out time.

So did the woman who rang them up, only it wasn’t just the clothes she was checking out, her blue eyes raked over his frame with lust clouded eyes.

“She yours?” The blonde asked, folding all the little articles of clothing before placing them into a bag.

“Yeah.” Eddie’s response was bleak, doing his best to mask his annoyance. He had gotten used to being hit on when it was just him and Penny, but it didn’t mean that he liked it. The thought of any women thinking they could take your place—whether they know you existed or not—in his and Penny’s lives made his blood boil.

“Figured. She’s cute. Must have got it from you.” And he really hated it when they did it right in hearing range of his daughter.

He glanced down at your little mini me, relieved to see her distracted by something in the display case that was eye level with her.

“She looks more like her mom,” Eddie took great satisfaction in seeing how red with embarrassment her face got. Served her fucking right, hitting on guys with babies with no knowledge of whether or not they’re going home to someone.

“O-Oh, she must be really beautiful then.” She didn’t look back up at him as she rang him up, and before Eddie could hand her the money, a chubby little hand started tapping at the glass display.

Eddie popped down in a squat to Penny’s height, mouth breaking out into a wide grin when he realized exactly what it was Penny had decided she wanted.

Oh, you were gonna lose your shit.

“Honey, we’re home!” Eddie announced as he unlocked the front door, the bag of clothes in one hand, and Penny in the other arm.At the sound of their arrival, you put the ice cream you’d been eating straight out of the carton back into the freezer and made your way towards the living room to greet them.

The overwhelming amount of cuteness stopped you short.“Oh my god.”

Eddie had his sunglasses on. Paired with the dark long sleeve and his leather jacket, it was a dangerous combo. You would have jumped his bones if it weren’t for the real attention grabber in his arms.

“Imma medohead, mama!”

Penny’s curls were significantly more wild when compared to how they were before the two of them had left, she had what looked like cinnamon smeared around her mouth and all over her pink ‘Girl Power’ shirt. But it was the mini pair of sunglasses on her face that did you in.

Identical to her dad’s.

They were fucking matching.

If you weren’t already waiting for the current bun in your oven to be ready, you would’ve been setting it to preheat for tonight.

But wait, there’s more.

Eddie leaned forward to give you a thorough—but kid-viewing friendly—kiss before he pulled out another small pair from the pocket of his jacket.

“For whenever our little guy decides to make his entrance.”

May whatever God is around help you.

“Don’t move, I gotta get the camera.”

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[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

it's 2am so it's tuesday here already, and I can't wait to post a snippet of the alive shannon fic so I'm gonna start tease tidbit tuesday today with a lil buddie moment haha I'm sooo excited for this fic, I hope it'll turn out as good as it is in my head haha

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He doesn’t know how much time it’s been, when he feels someone’s hand on his shoulder, and almost jumps. He’s sitting on the hard chair in a hospital waiting room, Buck right next to him – it’s his hand still resting on Eddie’s shoulder, while in the other he’s holding a cup of coffee, extending it to Eddie. He’s out of his uniform already, but Eddie’s not sure if their shift is over, or if Bobby just let him go early – because he knows that Buck must have insisted, that he’d come anyway, no matter the consequences, just to be there for Eddie. That’s Buck.

“Hey. Any news?” he asks, and Eddie can just curtly shake his head once. He just notices that he’s been clenching his jaw so tightly he doesn’t know if he can open his lips enough to speak right now. He doesn’t think he trusts himself not to burst out crying. He needs to keep it together for just a while longer. “Got you some coffee.” he adds when Eddie fails to take the cup from him. Eddie shakes his head again. He doesn’t think he can stomach anything right now without throwing it up. “Alright.” Buck puts the coffee cup on the floor next to his chair, his hand falling off of Eddie’s shoulder in the process, now resting on Buck’s thigh, fingers fidgeting nervously. “You wanna be left alone? I can go-” another shake of Eddie’s head. On impulse, he reaches for Buck’s hand, as if he’d leave anyway. Eddie knows he wouldn’t. They haven’t known each other long, it hasn’t even been a year, but in that short time Buck became the best friend Eddie’s ever had. He trusts him more than anyone, and he knows Buck would never leave. “Alright.” Buck breathes out, leaning back against the chair. “Just so you don’t worry, I called Carla, she’s fine staying with Chris a couple hours longer. I can go take over later, if you wanna stick around here.” he adds, and Eddie just nods, so grateful for Buck, so grateful that he cares, that he thought to check in on Eddie’s kid, when all of Eddie’s thoughts are consumed by what’s happening. He doesn’t even know what time it is, he didn’t realize Christopher already got off school. He doesn’t know what he’d do without Buck.

(...) Buck lets Eddie hold his hand, even when his grip tightens and he squeezes it as hard as he can to keep from crying – which he doesn’t notice he’s doing until he looks down and sees his white knuckles. Buck doesn’t complain, just smiles reassuringly, and Eddie almost cries for a whole different reason. The kind of support he gets from Buck, has gotten from him since they met, the way Buck always has his back – it’s amazing, and touching, and so unlike any other relationship in Eddie’s life. He likes to think he’s reciprocating as much as he can, that he’s better at it now, that he won’t ever run again, not from Buck. Somehow, with Buck at his side, everything always seems better and brighter, and more hopeful. Even now, sitting here and waiting to hear if his wife survived the accident – Buck’s mere presence makes him allow himself to hope that maybe, just maybe she’ll be fine, even if it shouldn’t be possible, not with her injuries, not with how her heart stopped in the ambulance once already. They’d need a miracle to happen, and Eddie doesn’t think he believes in those.

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[lovelylinnn]

MY FIRST STEDDIE FIC WOOO

Title: make my brain go quiet

includes: fluff and slight angst. hurt/comfort.

eddie’s brain was in no way quiet. and of course steve knew that when he had met him, but he didn’t know the extent of it.

eddie knew in a way that other people’s brains did not work the same way his did. when he watched other people throughout his life, he didn’t even realize just how different he was. he just knew something was.. off.

from how much he talked, to the millions of thoughts running through his head, to the never sitting still; fidgeting, pacing, and late night walks when he couldn’t sleep. never having enough time during tests, struggling with making friends, figuring out how to read.

everything was a struggle. he hated himself. he thought he was stupid. everyone said he was, anyway.

the only person that made him feel better was his uncle wayne, and even then, he still didn’t ever feel smart enough. good enough.

that was, until steve.

they had been dating for a couple years now. eddie still thought about their first date, a month in. it was a movie night at eddie’s trailer, he had made popcorn, set out various chips, and rented the movie.

and then he talked pretty much the whole time.

he just couldn’t help himself. any time something interesting happened he had to make a comment. it was an impulse; an urge.

but steve hadn’t said anything in return.

and after the movie, eddie talked for maybe about 20 minutes about the ending of it. he hated cliffhangers, and of course it ended with one.

“that was complete bullshit! they killed off the main girl and we didn’t even know who the killer was? i mean, cmon!” he exclaimed, beginning to wash the dishes. steve stood next to him and nodded in response.

then eddie’s face fell. he realized it. he had been talking this entire time.

“sorry,” he mumbled, “i’ll shut up now.”

he expected something mean in response. it was always mean, so how could he not? it was always a, “i was hoping so,” or “good,” or “i thought you wouldn’t stop,”

but what steve did in response just melted his heart.

“keep talking, please. i like to hear your voice,” he said quietly in response, a small smile playing on his face, “plus you had a very fair point about the movie.”

eddie smiled brightly, a light pink beginning to dance on his cheeks.

“you’re not annoyed?” he asked. he was still unsure. he didn’t want to get his hopes up. his brain was still screaming at him to shut up.

“i’m being serious, i’m not annoyed at all, ed. i like hearing you speak,”

eddie’s smile got wider. he stayed silent for another couple moments.

“well, okay,”

and that was that.

about a year into the relationship, steve had come across his journal. eddie’s therapist had mentioned something about writing his millions of thoughts down, especially if they’re negative or something.

and eddie didn’t know why, maybe it was the weed, but he let steve read his journal.

eddie was always the talker in the relationship, yes. but steve didn’t really know just how much he thought until he read them. pages and pages of rants, ideas, drawings, anything that had popped up in his mind.

and he thought it was completely endearing.

eddie was honestly expecting something mean in response again as he flipped through the pages. his ears were red, and he was trying to play off his embarrassment as cockiness, but honestly it probably wasn’t working.

“you have a really cool mind, eddie,” he spoke after a few minutes, “some of this is really interesting.”

he blushed deeply and stammered, “th-thanks.”

steve closed the journal and handed it back to him, kissing him on the cheek, “of course.”

and fast forward to now. steve was staying as eddie’s trailer for a couple nights with a slight cold. eddie had always made him feel better. the time was around 4pm, which meant he would be home from school soon.

he sat on the couch by the trailer door reading a book, a blanket on his lap and he sat in silence.

he hated it. he missed eddie’s rambling, or humming. he needed something to fill how quiet it was. it was always way too quiet in his house. his parents were there, but not emotionally. especially not now, when he was an adult and didn’t need to stay there anymore.

eddie was the opposite. and he loved it.

he heard the door unlock, and his heart jumped a little out of excitement. he smiled and sat up, closing the book and waiting.

“hey, eds. glad you’re home,”

eddie looked at him and the other man immediately knew something was wrong.

“what’s up?”

he sighed heavily, rubbing his tired eyes and going over to him on the couch. steve sat back, letting him lay down on him in between his legs. his head sat on his lower chest, arms wrapping around him. steve played with his hair, which was something only he and wayne were allowed to do.

“you okay? what’s wrong?”

“brain’s being too loud today. everything was so bright at school and i hated it,” he said. his eyes closed and his arms wrapped tighter around steve.

“ah, i see. i’m sorry about that, eddie.”

“‘s okay,” he muttered, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” and he spoke again after a few moments, “so, laying on me helps i suppose?”

eddie nodded in his chest, humming an approval.

“yeah. you make my brain go quiet.”

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie

[rogerzsteven]

Astrological Placements of the 118:

Before I begin, these are my headcanons and while you are free to disagree, don’t rain on my parade pls and thank you. Also I’m not an expert and don't have every placement for each character, I just find astrology interesting and if anyone wants to add their thoughts on these then go for it!

Buck

Cancer Sun: Our sun signs is our egos, so when I say cancer sun, I’m talking about his persona. He’s sensitive, emotional, loving, in touch with his emotions, he is a feeler more than a thinker, he is overly protective of the ones he sees as family and I think cancer sun suits him very well. Also, Oliver is cancer sun, too, so that’s not really a reach (Also hello his head/heart tattoo).

Aries Moon: Our moon sign is how we process our feelings, like which sign we feel our emotions. Aries is a fire sign and can be hot blooded, passionate, driven and fiery. When you think of Buck, his mood go from 0 to 100 within seconds. Most of the time, he acts on his emotions and thinks later. He is impulsive and his feelings run high. That screams aries moon to me.

Leo Rising: Our rising sign is how people see us when they first meet us and their first expression on us. Leos are there. Your eyes just can’t ignore them. They are flirty, they are loud, they get your attention without even trying. They look sure of themselves. That’s Buck for you.

Leo Venus: I mean come on. Praise kink. Over the top gifts. Venus is how we show our love, our aesthetic so to speak. Remember that hot air balloon Buck got for Abby? Dinners in expensive restaurants? That expensive coffee machine for Eddie? He loves to pamper his lovers and wants to be pampered in return. Satisfying his lovers is so important for him because it also means he is good at what he’s doing, which boosts his ego.

Eddie

Virgo Sun: His petty ass is just screams virgo. He is sarcastic, organized, ACT OF SERVICE, calm, disciplined. That man is a virgo.

Virgo Moon: Emotional constipation. He tries to rationalize his feelings instead of actually feeling them. He feels deep, but doesn't show it and sometimes he doesn't even let himself feel. But he cares so fucking much. Also, having a routine definitely makes them feel better.

Scorpio Rising: Tell me this man isn't gorgeous. He is magnetic, he is sexy, he is mysterious, from the moment you see him you want to know everything about him, he is captivating. He has this vibe to him that leaves you interested.

Capricorn Venus: One word. Stability. He won't open up to you unless he sees you in his future (Hello, Ana). I also headcanon Eddie as demisexual so that may play some part in this, but he isn't the one to fool around just for the sake of it, he wants someone to settle with in the long term and if that person doesn't check every box, then it means nothing. Oh also, he is bossy so...

Bobby

Taurus Sun: He is just so fatherly, so warm, a good leader and a very good cook, Bobby exudes comfort and security, when I think of Bobby I think of a taurus.

Air/Earth Moon: I can't say for sure, but he is either an air moon or an earth moon. He knows when to switch off his feelings and do what needs to be done. He goes after what he wants and is protective as fuck.

Cancer Venus: I think he is very sensual, family oriented, playful, committed. He will make you feel loved in everyway, he will listen to your troubles and share your feelings even if he can't do much more.

Hen

Aquarius Sun: Her whole personality is about resistance to me. She is cool, unique, funny, idealistic, rebellious. That's Hen for you.

Libra Rising: The way she carries herself is so elegant. Libra's ruler is venus and venus is about beauty, aesthetics, and Hen just knows how to do it. The way she dresses, the way she talks. Always on point.

Gemini Venus: Geminis needs mental stimulation. Her wife is an astrophysicist 😃 she wants someone she can talk to about anything and who she can be free with, or she's out.

Chimney

Sagitarrius Sun: Literal light of the room. He is so positive, so lighthearted, so carefree, so fun to be around and so intellectual. I just know Chimney knows so much about philosophy and stuff like that.

Scorpio Moon: Hesitant and suspicious at first but once you earn his trust he is passionate and doesn't go down without a fight. He feels intense, he is sensual, he is a lover.

Fire Venus: Chimney is a freak in bed. I know he is. And, he is in it to win it.

Bonus

Athena: Capricorn Sun, Gemini Moon, Virgo Venus (she is kinky af)

Maddie: Pisces Sun, Fire Moon, Earth Venus

#911 fox #astrology #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bobby nash #hen wilson #chimney han #maddie buckley #athena grant

[nerdieforpedro]

This baggage is heavy, can we drop it off somewhere?

Chapter two of "Do we know how to love?"

Frankie Morales x Nadia Thomas (plus size OFC)

Fanfiction 18+ MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: Nadia makes an impulsive but ultimately good decision. We found out a lot more about Frankie’s past. Nadia also decides to just let go.

Warnings: cursing, toxic relationships, angst, thoughts about sex, lengthy mentions of drugs and drug use, Addiction, pregnancy, death, mental health issues, medical issues during pregnancy, 12 step program

Notes: I kinda meant for it to be more lighthearted than it turned out.

Sitting in her driveway, Nadia studied the sticky note. She thought about throwing it away, she should not have this, shouldn’t have even taken it, but she did. Nadia had been swept away in the magnetism of meeting a man like Francisco Morales. Him speaking to her and enticing her with a few sentences was something that Eddie had never been capable of remotely doing, even when they first met years ago. Nadia felt she should just sent a text and break up with Eddie, but it still felt wrong, she preferred to be upfront with him, but it didn’t work well the first time.

“I’m in a relationship I can’t stand. What’s the harm? I’m meeting a new friend. A sexy new friend.” Nadia grinned to herself and got out of the car and went into her house, putting down her purse and hopped in the shower. She texted Kim and Katie and told them that she wasn’t coming she was tired. They texted back playfully mocking her for being a homebody, but hoped that she felt better and that they may stop by this weekend. Nadia told them that she’s working on something, and that she would tell them about it later. The nurse did add the number of her contacts under the name ‘Chocolate curls.’

“Hey hermana, thanks for coming by. I’m have a meeting tonight.” Frankie stated flatly. It was required for him to keep working as a pilot. He may not have to go as often as he once did, but he had to make sure he went and call his manager. Frankie was a hell of a pilot, he could fly a plane, helicopter, jet, anything if you let him tell it, he could also fly a blimp and hot air balloon. The woman was his best friend’s wife, Yovanna, she watched his daughter during his meetings.

The meetings were with cocaine anonymous, a program he entered the year his daughter was born. His wife at the time, Maria had put up a lot from him, with his drug use, being away for long periods of time due to work and a difficult pregnancy to boot. She had been stable on her lithium for years along with lexapro. He remembered the doctors testing her heart to make sure it was okay periodically and it was but when she became pregnant things changed. 

The OBGYN reviewed her medications and said she couldn’t take the lithium anymore, only the lexapro. Maria’s mood swings worsened and she started having high blood pressure during her second trimester. Frankie missed more of her appointments and they fought more which let to him doing more cocaine and picking up more hours while high. It was his own fault he knew, he should have talked to her more and supported her. He did not, one week before his daughter’s birth, he was fired for flying under the influence and nearly crashing a helicopter with some big wigs on it. The very least he could do was provide for Maria financially, but he couldn’t even do that. Maria had been complaining of contractions but her water hadn’t broken yet, Frankie did offer to go to the doctor with her but she didn’t want to, she had her birth plan with a planned home birth, doula and candles that he didn’t understand. 

The pilot had told his wife that he was off to work when really, he was going to snort his cocaine in an industrial parking lot, away from everyone. He received several calls, but drowned them out with the swimming high, riding the waves as he closed his eyes. By the time he was coherent enough to check his phone, there were two missed calls from his wife, two from her doula and five from the hospital. Maria passed out during the home birth after her water broke and her doula had called 911 and tried to get a hold of Frankie as well. When 911 came, it was the doula who went to the hospital with Maria. The medical staff tried contacting Frankie as well but he didn’t answer. They treated her as best they could while Maria went in and out of consciousness, she kept stating that she wanted her baby to be safe and asked if her husband was here. The staff told her that they would do their best and that he was on the way, though no one had actually spoken with him. Maria was having seizures associated with eclampsia, the baby was delivered safely, but the medical staff were having difficulty getting Maria stable post birth, they were able to slow her seizures, but her blood pressure kept increasing and making her bleed more than expected and they weren’t able to keep up with her body’s demands. When Frankie finally arrived he greeted his daughter Camilla and the body of his wife Maria.

Francisco Morales cried for the first time since finding out he was going to be a father. He mourned his wife Maria and their marriage and that he had failed not only as a husband but a father for not being there for his daughter’s birth and caring for her mother properly.

It was then that he asked for some of the biggest favors in his life and relied on his old Special Forces buddies. He needed to get clean ASAP but doing too quickly would do more harm than good. He asked his best friend Santiago and his wife Yvonne to care for Camilla while he went into inpatient rehab, meanwhile Will and Ben (who was never in Speical forces but tagged along to see what he could do, not much except some babysitting) working on talking some old commanding officers to have Frankie become a pilot again with strict requirements.

Complete inpatient rehab

Drug testing weekly

Go through a re-fresher course for non-commercial pilots

Attend meetings at least three times a week, calling his CO (commanding officer/manager) so the call could be traced to a cell tower near where the meeting was supposed to take place.

Give address of meeting for further location confirmation.

After six months of negative weekly drug testing, while switch to monthly hair testing for one year and then either testing can be done if drug use is suspected.

Morales adhiered to the rules placed on them and welcomed them, after getting the house ready and baby proofed and working out day care, he was able to care for Camilla and himself within the year while working. Now that she was six, he focused on childcare during summers but had turned things around, though he still had to deal with people mentioning his past drug use, thankfully they seemed to have enough tact outside of Ms. Shirley not to mention it mostly.

On his way to tonight’s meeting he reflected on things as he usually did, not quite feeling the urges he once had for the drug, instead it was placed elsewhere in caring for his daughter and sex. Frankie did not have an issue in that arena, more like he wanted something in addition to the sex and he hadn’t really found a woman that he could go on more that three dates with, they were all boring, some of them married. None of it was for him.

The school nurse he met today was interesting though, he was used to dealing with more confidant women, that matched his ‘let’s get it’ energy no matter if his daughter was present or not because when the feeling strikes you it’s best to say something coded so little ears don’t catch on. He did appreciate that she didn’t seem to be swayed by what he was sure Ms. Shirley had already told her, that old prune took the opportunity to badmouth him whenever she got the chance. Frankie suspected is may have to do with him not eating her dry cake that she was offering everyone. Most of the parents took a pity piece, but Ms. Shirley’s face became real twisted when he asked if she had any milk or water to go with the cake. The pilot was up for the challenge of getting the nurse, Miss Nadia, to be more honest about what she wanted with all those breathy sighs. Had his daughter not been there, he may have tried to sweet talk her onto that desk and fuck her in just that lab coat.

Taking a few deep breaths himself, Frankie steeled himself for this week’s meeting, he wouldn’t have much to say per usual. He didn’t want much to say, he preferred boring everywhere except the bedroom. He hopped out of his truck and locked it, double checking he had his keys wallet and phone. He was about to turn it off when he saw a text notification:

Hi, it’s Nadia from the school nurse’s office. I just wanted to reach out and see when we could meet up this week. My evenings and weekend are open.

Frankie chuckled, it’s pretty business like how she was at the office. He made sure not to open the notification because he didn’t want to leave her on read. He would definently have the bare minimum to say, he needs to check his schedule after this meeting. It was rare that he ever went to these meetings with a smile on his face, but tonight he did.

Elsewhere…

Nadia sat on the couch sipping her moscatio out of a 16 oz Sailor Moon tumbler with a straw. She had texted Frankie and was nervously awaiting a reply or maybe she wouldn’t get one, she wasn’t super worried about it, because she had refilled the tumbler once already. Instead, she was more concerned about the text she would send to Eddie. The wine emboldening her, she felt she could just send him a text, telling him not to come by her house any more because they were over and he can go with some basic woman elsewhere. It sounded simple, it was not want she texted Eddie. 

Nadia sent him the following text message:

Eddie, I haven’t heard from you for three days even after I tried calling you with the time difference and texting you. You’re over there doing monkey business and you can keep doing it. I don’t want to see you ever again. Everything is on your terms and I hate it. I wasted more of my life because you sucked my nipple a few times. Fuck you, or better yet, have someone else fuck you so they too can be disappointed in not being satisfied any of the times, like not even close to where I can finish the rest. Just bad. Horrible. You should watch some porn and get some pointers. Ugh.

The nurse finished her tumbler and stood up triumphantly, but then held onto her couch because she had stood up too fast. She then decided, drinking water would be best and to take some Tylenol before bed. “I gotta change the locks, I think I was dumb enough to make him a key.”

Nadia called first thing in the morning and paid a bit extra to get a locksmith in that morning. There was still a wide time window, but she would be able to be at work by noon. So far Eddie hadn’t called or responded, she was nervous, but also glad because she didn’t want to talk to him. After having the locks changed and having two spare keys in addition to the main one made, the school nurse headed on into work. Once she arrived, she got settled in her office and started reviewing her emails. Her phone pinged and a text came from Frankie exactly at 12pm:

Hey sexy nurse. This weekend sounds perfect, I know a good Italian resturant we can go to, you alright with me picking you up around 7 on Friday? I’m looking forward to finidng out what else you like besides chocolate.

Nadia could feel the smirk he likely wrote that last line with. She just read it a few times while she sat at her desk, imagining him looking down at her again. Running his hand up her arm, pulling her forward onto the desk, spreading her legs and…

“Nadia honey! Have you seen the stapler? I bet that wispy looking guidance couseler took it again and didn’t bring it back. If he can wear such big sweaters, why can’t he get his own stapler, I’m sure that sweater was more than a stapler.” Miss Shirley’s noise brought Nadia back from her daydream. She cleared her throat and realized she was hovering over her chair, leaning her body forward.

“Are those some new chair exericses? Are those any good? You look flushed dear, Maybe you should take a break from those, you just got in.” The older woman remarked before leaving her door, presumly to track down the rouge counsuler for the stapler.The nurse plopped back in her chair and closed her eyes, trying to calm down, inhaling and exhaling deeply. She then giggled becuase she remembered when Frankie had commented on her breath control. 

“I’m losing it…over a man I met once. Will I even make it through a date with him? At this rate, I should drive, becuase that’s they only way i won’t jump into his car.” She muttered to herself. Then in dawned on her, why should she? If she wants to fuck him in the car and he’s fine with it, why not? Hell, maybe they won’t make it to dinner. Nadia crossed her arms and spun around in her chair. She’s just getting out of a relationship, it doesn’t need to be serious, right? Could she do that? Be un-attached?

“I just must be firm. I can do it…I think.” Nadia finally replied to Frankie.

Good afternoon handsome. Seven sounds perfect and I love Italian. You can pick me up, I feel like being pampered a bit.

Nadia sent it and put her head on her desk. She did feel like being pampered at least one night and if she had a one-night stand, it would be icing on the cake. She just had to mentally prepare for the cake.

#fanfiction #pedro pascal #writing #fan fiction #frankie morales x reader #Frankie Morales x plus size reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #triple frontier #pedro pascal characters

[ihasafandom]

Carnage re-write

I'll add these all together into a single post and probably put it onto a03 and my artblog when I'm done with all of these, but for now we're going with this format.

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So for Eddie’s arc let’s have him learn that he needs to open up and allow himself to listen to and rely on other people. He can’t go around behind other peoples’ backs, and he can’t lie to the people in his inner circle. This will connect back to his flaws in the first film, where he tried to do everything himself his own way without considering how other people would feel about/react to that or reaching out to any of his contacts or allies for help or anything like that.

Venom meanwhile got hints of it in the first film, but we need to double down on it learning the value and meaning of community and friends and allies and all that. In theory Eddie has some of that, but he also tends to throw them away so if we can have Venom glom on and stick that’ll be good for them both in the long run (not a necessity for a good story, but I like when partners fill eachothers’ weak spots.

As for the relationship, we need them both to go on a journey where they realize that/why they care about eachother, and come to value that enough to compromise and work to find their balance.

They also both need to temper their impulses and instinctive responses to be able to think thing through and not just rush in guns blazing, though that might be a series arc and not just for the one movie.

Probably makes the main thrust of this movie something along the lines of: People and relationships are important and irreplaceable, but also hard work and compromise. They are well worth the effort of doing things right.

Which gives us some nice points to invert for our villain trio.

And speaking of villains, the villains and side-characters need arcs too.

In the film, Cletus wants to tell his story, wants to escape, wants to find his girlfriend, wants to get married, and wants to wreak havoc and kill people.

Scream wants to escape, wants to find her boyfriend, wants to get married, and wants to wreak havoc and kill people.

That’s all perfect for what the film wants to do (I have not read the comics and know nothing about scream, don’t at me. But also do, maybe you’ve got some ways to sell all of this better) 100%, no notes.

Where this breaks down is when it comes to Carnage itself. We get very little of its motivations, and we don’t get much between the symbiote and Casady, and even less between it and Scream. And what we do get isn’t compelling. It seems clear to me that they were trying to do a parallel to Eddie and Venom here, but it lacks the clarity and follow-through to really work.

Also AFAIK Carnage symbiote is supposed to be she/her and it’s a bummer that it’s not in the movie though I am always gonna be a “symbiotes are it/its first and anything else second” truther.

So to fix it:

Carnage is newly born straight off of the “we should be able to do what we want with no morals/consequences/limits” argument that Eddie & Venom were having and bases its initial personality off of that. Its motivation is that it wants to murder-party its way across the Earth. It sees Cletus as a good time and it is covetous of him as a host. It wants a match at least as good as Venom’s, and it wants its host to have things that make them feel hedonistically good, but it does not respect Cletus and it doesn’t care about Scream herself.

Cletus loves Scream. And he appreciates the abilities and possibilities that Carnage brings to the table and the way that their goals and desires align, but nothing more than that. People are a means to an end, to be used as he sees fit. To be manipulated and lied to without a thought. He doesn’t care to tell Scream about Carnage being its own being, all the better to bask in the glory of saving her and being powered up all by himself. He doesn’t care to explain to Carnage how the world works, or to reel it in, preferring to ramp it up for the carnage and chaos and pretend that it was all his idea.

Scream loves Cletus, but she is jealous and suspicious. She acts up whenever Cletus seems to have anyone else important in his life, and is even more dismissive of the people around them as little more than backdressing and playthings at best. She has skills and knowledge, and tries to use them to plan their future, but gets ignored by Cletus overruling her opinions and choices unless he is in a “yes, anything for you, everything you say will be done” mood. When she finds out about Carnage she is HECKIN jealous. How dare he have someone even closer to him than she is?

The marriage going from the two of them to the three of them is a peace offering without solving the underlying issues. And when Cletus ignores one of Scream’s choices – the officiant or somethign and Scream gets mad and Carnage slaps her for ruining their big day and then Cletus fights with Carnage for hurting his love, that is the crack that weakens them enough for Eddie and Venom (with backup) to eventually win the day. Their bond is stronger, they have put in the work, they have laid out a support network and talked about their needs, and in the end they will prevail because they have a healthier relationship for it.

This is of course diametrically opposed to how the actual movie played it, where Eddie and V got back together with no actual changes and out of desperation but the movie still kind of tried to imply that they won because their bond was better? Nah, you gotta earn that, on both sides, and we’d seen more problems on the protagonist side than the antagonists’ by far at that point.

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#carnage #carnage movie #carnage movie reqrite #carnage rewrite #re-write #fix-it #venom rewrite #venom movie #venom #venom let there be carnage #sony venom #sony's venom #sony carnage #sony's carnage #venom (2018) #symbruary #writing #metal #movie reqrite #movie rewrite #My Stuff #venom fix-it

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

I'll Keep You (My Dirty Little Secret)

Ao3

Summary: Steve buys weed from Eddie, cuz he's the best. To be honest, he's the only person their age Steve knows to buy from. Somedays he stays and smokes with Eddie. And then one day, Eddie's big mouth makes an off handed comment and things... change. For better or worse, remains to be seen.

Word Count: 12,891

Warnings: THIS FIC IS EXPLICIT!!! 18 + ONLY!! MINORS NO NOT INTERACT!!! anal fingering, anal sex, hand jobs, dirty talk... would be one.. maybe. Idk. See the ao3 link for more details. MAKE GOOD CHOICES!!!

One day, they're sitting in Eddie's bedroom in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday, smoking whatever weed Eddie had deemed worthy of King Steve. And they talk, sometimes, when they do this, have been smoking together off and on for about a year now. And Steve's complaining about something, being a little whiney. And Eddie just snorts as he literally whines about something and kicks at the bed and Eddie says,

"Jesus. You need to get fucked." And he takes a long drag before moving to hand the joint to Steve, who scoffs at him as he takes it, a little red around the ears as their fingers brush.

"I fuck. I can have any girl I want, haven't you heard?" And Eddie gives him credit. He at least sounds... self depreciating, like he knows those words are just high school bullshit. Like he doesn't believe them. Like maybe he wished people wouldn't say that shit about him. But that's not what Eddie said. Eddie lets his head fall back against the headboard, lets it fall to the side so he can watch Steve take a drag.

"That's not what I said." Eddie says. Smiles hazily when Steve turns to him slowly.

"Huh?" Is all he gets. Eddie motions with two fingers for Steve to pass it back, noting how Steve's eyes linger on his hand.

"I said you need to get fucked. Not fuck. There's a difference." His voice is flat, he takes another drag. The last one they're getting outta this one, and stubs the rest out in the ashtray on his nightstand.

Steve is staring at him. Much more red around the ears than he'd been before. Eddie just lets his head fall to the side again, watching him.

"Wha- you- I'm not- I mean I don't..." He's staring into his lap, face bright red. Eddie smiles to himself, he's so cute when he's embarrassed.

"Aww c'mon Harrington. You've never even thought about it? As much time as you spend around naked dudes in the locker room? Not once?" Eddie's teasing now, waiting for Steve to storm off, or to punch him. Maybe both. He's high, he wouldn't mind either one right now. He feels good, and riling Steve up is one of his favorite pass times.

But Steve's doesn't do either of those things. He just, glares at Eddie, flushes another shade darker, Eddie's pretty sure smoke's about to start coming out of his ears. So Eddie laughs, a small thing and bumps his shoulder into Steve's, says,

"C'mon man. I'm just fuckin with you." And shakes his head, rolls his eyes, gives Steve a break and looks away from him. But then Steve speaks, in the smallest, most unconvincing, voice Eddie has ever heard him use.

"That's not why I play sports." It's barely above a whisper. Eddie looks back at him, his head lifting a little, Steve's hands are worrying at the blanket on Eddie's bed, one knee pulled up to his chest now, and fuck, he looks so small. What the fuck just happened? Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, sits up a little, angles himself toward Steve a bit.

"Yeah? You sure?" Eddie asks, pushes, genlty. He shouldn't, probably, but he's never been good with impulse control. And then Steve is glaring at him again. Eyes full of fire, and Eddie sees his hand clenching, knows what that usually means so he keeps talking.

"Cuz if it was... or if- if you did... want that? I could probably help you out. Ya know. Teach you some stuff. I mean I'm not an expert or anything but... I don't know man you seem really uptight." He shrugs, tries to play it off.

Cuz he'd just fucking offered to what? Have sex with Steve Harrington?? Because what? He'd had a moment of sad, gay, puppy eyes, and Eddie was a goddamn softie at heart? And Eddie could trust himself to never tell a soul about it. And he knew Steve wouldn't say a word. Not ever. To anyone. And Eddie moves, slowly, toward the edge of the bed, ready to dodge, or run, if needed.

But Steve just fucking looks at him. Stares at him. His big browns eyes locked on Eddie, and Eddie can't fucking read him, not even when he's high, Steve is so fucking guarded. But right now? Steve's a fucking open book. His eyes are goddamn pleading with Eddie. And Eddie can practically fucking hear him, begging in his head, 'make this easy for me. Please.'

And Eddie's a gentleman, so he fucking does. Because he's also a goddamn idiot. Taking his life into his fucking hands here. Well, putting it into Steve's hands, really.

"We can't do it today. There's stuff you gotta like... do." He waves his hand at Steve, pauses, Steve doesn't interrupt, his eyes widen, Eddie swears he fucking nods, like he's listening, telling Eddie to keep talking. Eddie huffs, his hands shaking as he stands.

"I'll write it down. You can, do it before you come over next time and I'll- I mean we can... just do this, and I'll see you next time. Okay?" He finishes in a rush, folds the paper three times and shoves it at Steve, he'd followed Eddie off the bed, hovered behind him as he wrote.

Steve slides the paper into his pocket gently.

"Don't let anyone see that." Eddie warns, pointing at Steve's pocket. Steve nods quickly. Starts digging around in his other pocket for his wallet. Eddie grabs his wrist, cringes at the way Steve flinches a little and freezes.

"Forget it man. It's on the house. Just... I'll see you next time." Eddie lets go of him, waves him toward the door. Steve has one foot through the front door when he stops. Eddie swallows, hard, stares at him until he talks.

"Next week?" Steve asks, his voice small, Eddie opens his mouth to answer but Steve keeps talking.

"Or can I come sooner? If I- I don't... what if I change my mind?" He stammers, his eyes on the wall behind Eddie. And Eddie's heart is pounding but he fucking feels for this guy. So he walks closer, slowly, puts his hand over Steve's on the door handle, something in his chest rumbling when Steve doesn't pull away.

"You can come back whenever you want. Just not Thursdays. I have band practice. Okay?" Eddie moves his thumb over Steve's skin. Steve fucking smiles at him, and nods.

"Whenever I want but not Thursday." Steve repeats. Eddie nods.

"Good boy." He hadn't meant to say it. It just sort of... slipped. But he's so fucking glad he did. Steve makes a little noise in his throat and takes a stumbling step backwards, Eddie catches his wrist right before he tumbles down the stairs on the porch. Steve's free hand clutches at Eddie's shirt before he mutters a quick 'thanks' and bolts for his car. The tips of his ears are bright red and Eddie watches him drop his head in his hands quickly, rubbing at his face before he turns his key and speeds away. Eddie can't help the smile on his face when the guy fucking waves at him through the window as he leaves.

Eddie walks back inside, throws himself facedown on his bed, his arms wrapping around his pillow and pulling it against his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!" he screams it, as loud as he can, into said pillow, before he rolls onto his back. His hand resting on his chest, fingers drumming nervously as he replays whatever the fuck just happened.

"What the fuck?" He whispers to himself. What the fuck was he thinking.

~°~

Steve comes back the next day. Eddie hears his car pull up about 2 hours after he gets home from school. He peeks through the blinds and watches as Steve climbs awkwardly out of his car, his steps stumbling as he walks to the door. Eddie bites his lip, fighting a smile, and ducks down under the window when Steve starts up the stairs.

"Fuck." He whispers, a small amount of panic setting in. This was fucking happening. This was his fucking life now. He thanks his lucky stars that Wayne had odd shifts this week because other wise he'd have been sleeping in the living room. His thoughts are racing, and then Steve knocks. And his mind clears, for a brief fraction of a second his brain is just 'Steve'.

He opens the door too fast, Steve startles a step backwards.

"Sorry." Eddie grimaces. Steps aside.

"Enter." He says, giving Steve a little bow, Steve's forhead crinkles between his eyebrows but he steps inside awkwardly. Eddie shuts the door, gently, and locks it. His hands are sweating. He brushes them against his jeans and nods toward his room.

He shuts that door too. And locks it. Just to be safe. Then he twists his blinds shut and turns on just the small lamp on his desk, not sure either of them could handle this in the full light of day. Steve is standing awkwardly next to the bed, his face is turning red already and Eddie really wants to smile. Maybe even laugh. He's having a hard time believing he's causing that reaction in the King of Hawkins High.

"I did everything you said." Steve offers into the silence that's so rare in Eddie's room. And Eddie smiles then, really can't help it.

"Oh yeah. That explains the funny walk then." He crosses his arms, Steve shoves at his shoulder, his cheeks burning crimson.

"Shut up. I wasn't walking funny." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around himself. Eddie sways into his space.

"You were though. And if you weren't, you will be." He says, and once again his mouth is miles ahead of his fucking brain. He definitely hadn't meant to say that. Steve was gaping at him now, hands fisted in his jacket at his ribs.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I just- it's gonna be... I mean it'll feel different. After. Ya know?" Eddie grimaces again, wiping at his face with a sigh.

"Should I take my clothes off?" Steve asks, straight to the point. Eddie laughs humorlessly, shrugs, his hands flailing at his sides.

"I mean, it couldn't make it worse." He says, shrugging out of his own jacket as Steve shrugs out of his.

Eddie watches Steve yank his shirt over his head, and a few moments later they're both naked. Awkwardly so. Both of them standing there covering themselves, glancing at each other. Eddie takes a deep breathe and remembers he needs to take the lead here. Steve came to get fucked. Because of Eddie's big fucking mouth.

"You can lay down. On your stomach, probably best." Eddie points to the bed, finally letting go of himself and walking to the edge of it, his cheeks flush when Steve's eyes linger on him for a long moment.

He's worries he's not... big enough. Steve's dick is definitely bigger than his. But not by much. Okay maybe a few inches. And then Eddie's worrying he's not gonna be good enough. Talked a big game and doesn't even have enough in his pants to back it up. But the one or two other guys he'd been with hadn't complained. Not to his face anyway.

He gives Steve a tight smile and then nearly fucking passes out when Steve lowers himself onto the bed, his hips resting at the edge, his knees don't quite reach the floor so he's holding himself up awkwardly on his toes. And Eddie wants so badly to leave him that way, just tense and awkward and waiting for Eddie, but he can't. Not for Steve's first time. So he grabs his pillows, folds them in half and shoves them under Steve's knees. Steve gasps when Eddie's hand rests on his lower back for a moment, Steve's skin his hot. And Eddie's eyes can't stop fucking raking over his back, moles and freckles scattered everywhere, Eddie wants them in his mouth. And fuck, this is such a bad idea.

"That better?" Eddie asks, his voice quiet. Steve nods, his hands clenching in Eddie's sheets.

"Yeah, thanks." He sounds breathless already. And Eddie's only touched him once, innocently, because he'd nearly fallen over. Eddie nods, walks around to stand behind Steve, and he'd been trying so hard not to stare at his ass. Even though Steve was fucking baring it for him. Just, laying there, ready to take Eddie.

Eddie's fingers itch, twitching at his sides. His hands move, slowly, reaching out, his fingers nearly touching the skin of Steve hip when something occurs to him. He freezes, fingertips so fucking close to getting what they want.

"You don't have a girlfriend do you?" Eddie asks, his chest aching, begging, pleading, for Steve to say no.

"What?" Steve breathes, his voice muffled into Eddie's bed, he pushes himself up, onto his elbows, and looks back over his shoulder at Eddie. And fuck, if that's not the best sight Eddie's ever fucking seen. He gulps, knows he must look like an idiot, standing there behind Steve. His dick hard, hands reaching out to Steve, but not touching yet, he has the sense to drop his hands at least, when Steve looks at him.

"A girlfriend? You don't have one? I mean, I don't mind being a side piece. But the main piece needs to know about it, ya know?" Eddie moves his hands to his hips, narrowing his eyes at Steve, looking at him sternly.

"No. I don't have a girlfriend. I go out... with girls, sometimes. But not- no." Steve shakes his head, bites his lip. But Eddie believes him. He bites his own lip then, but nods,

"Okay. Lay back down. Try to relax." He tells Steve this, is also sort of talking to himself. Steve nods, does as he told. And Eddie finally looks down, bites into his lip harder at the sight of Steve's ass right in front of him. He wants to get on his knees and fucking worship this ass. But he's pretty sure licking into Steve the first time might be a little too much for the guy.

So he settles his hands onto Steve's hips gently, his eyes tracing over Steve's shoulders when they tense at the touch, his skin warm under Eddie's fingers, but he can feel the goosebumps rising under his fingers as he moves them down, toward Steve's pert little ass. He takes a deep breath, willing himself not to fucking come just from touching the guy. It's not like he's a walking fucking wet dream or anything.

Eddie shakes his head, moves his thumbs, presses them into the flesh of Steve's ass and pulls, just a little, just enough to see what he wants. And Steve whines, his shoulders bunching again.

"You gotta relax." Eddie whispers, his hands soothing back up, moving slowly up Steve's back.

"I- I'm trying. It's weird." Steve grunts. Eddie stops. Takes his hands away.

"We don't have to." He says, simple, easy. Giving Steve an out. Steve's on his back in seconds, looking up at Eddie, and his cock is hard against his stomach, it looks almost painful. And Eddie wills his mouth not to water, because Steve is looking up at him with those fucking eyes.

"You don't want to?" And he sounds... goddamn he sounds fucking sad, about it.

"That's not what I said. You just- you're very tense." Eddie shakes his head, waves his hand in Steve's general direction.

"I'm just..." Steve trails off, sits up, covers himself the best he can.

"What? Seriously. It's fine if you don't wanna do this. I get it." Eddie offers another out, not sure if he wants Steve to take it or not.

"I'm just not used to like... diving right in." Steve says, his hand moving between them awkwardly, his eyebrows and nose scrunching, and fuck Eddie has got to stop looking at that adorable shit.

"Diving... right in." Eddie repeats slowly.

"Yeah man. I'm used to like... kissing and touching and stuff. And then...the sex. This is just... I don't know it feels awkward?" Steve explains, sighing and falling back onto the bed with a groan. Eddie bites his lip and sits next to Steve on the edge of the bed. Their hips press together and Eddie fights off the shiver that the touch of Steve's skin evokes.

"Sooooo..." Eddie draws, glancing down at Steve's hands covering his cock.

"You wanna kiss me?" Eddie finishes, eyebrow cocked as he looks down at Steve, his focus moving from his hands to his face. Steve's eyes open and he sits up, looks into his lap and then scrunches his nose and looks at Eddie.

"Maybe? Would that make it weird?" Steve asks, and Eddie has to fucking laugh. Steve drops his eyes back to his lap, looking embarrassed as Eddie's laughter rings through the room.

"Dude. I was about to fucking finger you. And you think kissing would make it weird?" He elaborates, shaking his head, eyes widening when Steve's eyes snap to his face.

"You were about to-" Steve cuts off, his chest going red now.

"Well, yeah, man. Gotta make sure you're comfortable first. I wasn't just gonna..." he makes a lewd motion with his hands that has Steve barking a laugh, one hand jumping to cover his mouth. Eddie makes a 'yeah' face, and looks into own lap, realizing his own fucking cock is still hard and just fucking, out in the open, he covers himself. Pressing his lips together in an awkward smile before looking back up to find Steve staring at him.

"So kissing won't be weird?" Steve asks again. Eddie shrugs.

"I mean yeah. It'll be weird. Cuz you're Steve Harrington, and I'm me. And the other guys I've been with, which is like, two, by the way, I'm not some kind of sex god or anything. Just- they weren't very touchy feely and I made it seem like I could fuck you. Like it was just a fucking. So that's what I was trying to do." Eddie rambles, shoves his face into his hands and groans.

"So yes kissing will be weird. But if you need to kiss me, before I fuck you, then that's- I want you to be comfortable. At least... ya know... until... I don't know." Eddie groans again and falls backwards. What the fuck was he thinking? That he could just, what? Give Steve Harrington a good fucking and move on with his life. Not a fucking chance.

The bed dips beside him, and he feels Steve's fingers on his chin, he squeezes his eyes shut, tight, and Steve's fingers falter, then keep moving. They move up over Eddie's cheeks, over and down the bridge of his nose, lightly over his eyelids and across his eyebrows. Steve's fingers move over his face, until his hand is cupping Eddie's cheek, his thumb resting on Eddie's bottom lip. Then, only then, does Eddie open his eyes.

"Hi." Steve breathes, he's smiling down at Eddie, and Eddie's not sure his fucking heart can take that look. Not from Steve. His chest his pressed into Eddie's shoulder as he leans over him, impossibly close.

"If you don't want me to kiss you I won't. But, and I don't mean to brag-"

"Yes you do." Eddie huffs, smirking back at Steve when his lips curl. Steve tilts his head, a little 'yeah maybe' look crossing his features.

"But I'm very good at it. Kissing I mean." He leans closer, his hair falling onto his forehead as he presses into Eddie's space, and when had he fucking lost control of this situation???

"Just like I'm sure you're very good at fucking." Steve whispers, his breath ghosting over Eddie's lips.

"I don't about- mmpf." Eddie's mumbles are cut off by Steve's mouth. He presses his lips to Eddie's, softly, too soft. Much to soft for what this is supposed to be.

So Eddie steels himself, moves his hand to the side of Steve's face, shoves his hand up into Steve's hair and deepens the kiss. He licks into Steve's mouth hungrily, growls in his throat when Steve whines into his mouth, his hips pressing into Eddie's thigh, looking for friction, and Eddie smirks against Steve's lips. He can give him friction.

Eddie flips Steve, pushes him down into the matress as he settles on top of him, moves his hands down Steve's sides and hikes his thighs up around Eddie's waist. Steve clutches at Eddie's back, tries to pull him closer. Eddie grabs Steve's wrists and pins them above his head.

"Hi." Eddie says, pulling away from Steve's mouth, a string of spit hanging between them, Steve's pupils are blown, his pretty brown eyes almost black now.

"Hi." Steve breathes back, he's almost panting underneath Eddie. Eddie smiles, licks Steve's lips with a moan and then looks down at him.

"I'm gonna finger you now. And then I'm gonna fuck you." He tells Steve, matter of fact. And Steve's hips jump up into him as Steve nods enthusiastically, his wrists fighting Eddie's hold on him.

"Yeah. Yes. Please." Steve says, fucking whines. His hips rolling against Eddie's.

Eddie leans over, lets go of Steve's wrists and reaches for his nightstand, grabs his lube and a condom. He places the corner of the condom packet between Steve's lips.

"Hold that for me. You drop it. I don't give you what you want." Steve's teeth clamp down on the foil but Eddie doesn't let go.

"I mean it. You drop that. I'm not fucking you. Got it?" Eddie asks, giving the packet a little tug, Steve's jaw clenches, his teeth hold it tight.

"Good boy." Eddie does it on purpose this time, relishes in the way Steve flushes, his hips roll into Eddie again and he smirks down at Steve as he whimpers around the condom packet in his mouth. Eddie pops the top on his lube and gets two fingers covered before he drops the bottle next to them and lowers his hand between them. He holds himself up a bit with one hand, hovering over Steve.

"If it hurts you can tell me to stop. Okay?" Eddie says, seriously, looking into Steve's eyes. Steve nods, once, firmly. Eddie nods back and slips one finger into him.

The sound Steve makes goes straight to Eddie's cock, it twitches against the back of Steve's thigh as Steve writhes beneath him, his eyes squeezed shut tight, jaw clamped shut as his teeth hold the packet between them tightly. He pushes his finger as deep as he can, rutting his own hips down as Steve pushes up into him. Steve's lips close over the packet as he moans and presses his ass down, trying to get Eddie deeper.

"Jesus. You're so fucking needy." Eddie groans, pressing his second finger to Steve's hole, gently nudging it next to the first. Steve's eyes snap open, his fingernails digging into Eddie's shoulder. He whines, his hip stuttering but still pushing down onto Eddie's finger as he moans,

"Please." As best he can around the packet in his mouth. And as good as he's being Eddie wants to fucking hear him, wants to fucking taste him. He drops himself onto Steve, his hand reaching for the packet, his fingers clamp onto it but Steve bites down harder.

"Fuckin let go of it. I wanna fuckin hear you." Eddie growls. Steve doesn't let go. Levels his gaze with Eddie, and fucking smirks. Eddie breathes out a laugh, his cheeks dimpling as he smiles down at Steve, lowers himself a little more.

"Oh you wanna play games?" Eddie asks, his voice low. Steve eyes widen as he looks up at Eddie but he grinds his hips down, deliberately, and nods, his teeth pulling on the packet clamped between Eddie's fingers.

"Okay pretty boy. You wanna be a brat? You wanna play? We can play." Eddie smirks right back at the little shit, and does three things at once, he grinds his hips down against Steve's cock, presses his teeth against Steve's neck, and slips his second finger into Steve nice and deep.

"Ah ah! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!" Steve lets the packet go, breathes out his words like a mantra into Eddie's shoulder as he pulls his fingers out of Steve and then shoves them back in. Eddie drops the condom next to them and moves his mouth up Steve's neck, making his way to his mouth.

Steve is panting and writing, his hips stuttering with every move of Eddie's wrist. Eddie licks into his mouth as his fingers brush that perfect spot inside Steve and Steve fucking claws at him, one hand dropping to Eddie's wrist, pulling his hand closer, sinking his fingers deeper.

"Oh fuck. Eddie right there. Holy shit. Nnnnhh!" His voice goes high as he whines into Eddie's neck.

"Yeah? Right there? That's what you want?" Eddie presses deeper, harder, his fingers curling just so. He'd decided something when Steve wanted to play dirty.

"Gonna make you cum on my fingers sweetheart. Then I'm gonna fuck you til all you can say is my name." Eddie groaned, pressing his hips down harder, his cock pressed so perfectly against Steve's burning skin. Steve's fingers on his wrist clench hard as Eddie flicks his wrist just so, hitting that spot over and over.

"Yesyesyesyes Eddie please I need it!" Steve's almost yelling now.

"I know baby. I know." Eddie hums, licks back into Steve's mouth, in time with the thrusts of his fingers, the twin movements make Steve squim beneath, his teeth sink into Eddie's shoulder as he cums on Eddie's fingers, moans into Eddie's mouth as his hands tug and pull Eddie closer.

Steve goes limp beneath him, both of them panting into each others mouths.

"Fuck. Fuck. Jesus christ." Steve pants, trying to steady his breathing.

"Just fuckin wait." Eddie pants back, his head resting against Steve's for only a moment before he slips his fingers out of Steve and pushes himself up. Steve grabs at him, tries to pull him back down. Eddie swats his hands away easily, grabs the condom packet and tears it open with his teeth.

"Un uh. Told you. You wanted to play games. Remember?" He rolls the condom on with shakey hands, Steve's eyes widen as Eddie grabs his hips and flips him over, he shoves at Steve's thighs as Steve scrambles to find purchase in Eddie's sheets. He ends up tugging one of Eddie's pillows up under his chest, tucking his face into it as Eddie moves his hips against Steve's ass, his cock moving over Steve's hole, the tip catching and then sliding past, making Steve's hips jump, pressing into the matress.

Eddie grabs the lube, fills his palm and moves his hand over himself, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up. He bends over Steve, his hand planted beside him, holding himself up, his head resting between Steve's shoulder blades.

"You ready pretty boy? Hm? Ready to get fucked?" Eddie asks, biting into his lip so hard he tastes copper.

"Mhmm!" Steve whines into Eddie's pillow. Eddie nods against his back, moves his hand to Steve's hips, holding him down as he slips his cock into him. All the way into him, in one thrust. His hips hit Steve's ass and he moans so loud Eddie's sure the neighbors had to have heard it. It makes him wanna hear it again.

So he pulls out and then shoves back in, his thighs trembling as he holds himself together. Steve whines this time, his hands reaching back, reaching for Eddie. And fuck he feels so good around Eddie's cock, who is he to deny him. He reaches for him, tangles his fingers with Steve's, shoves Steve's hands up above his head, their fingers still tangled, and he fucks into him, hard.

His hips grind down over and over, Steve making sweet little sounds with every thrust, Eddie grunting into his shoulder as he holds Steve down with his body. His skin feels like fire where he's touching Steve, which is nearly fucking everywhere. He moves one hand down, under Steve's knee, and pulls his leg up, yanks it up and hooks his elbow under it, then snaps his hips into Steve harder.

"Ah! Mmm!! Yes! Eddie! Eddie please!" Steve clutches at the sheets with one hand, his other still holding Eddie's, their fingers pressed so tight they're likely to bruise.

"Yeah. Right there?" Eddie asks, it's not a real question, his mind is fucking blank right now. Just a mindless loop of 'fuck and steve' over and over.

"Yeah yeah yeah right there! Eddie!" He whines his name, his hips grinding back onto Eddie's cock frantically as Eddie fucks him deeper into the matress.

"Yeah. Fuck. You feel so good Steve. Feel so fuckin perfect." He thrus6t down hard then, harder. The sound of their skin slapping together is absolutely obscene, and Eddie can't fucking get enough. He vaguely feels Steve nodding, hears him agree mindlessly as Eddie fucks into him, deeper and deeper as Steve begs him not to stop.

"Please please please! Fuck Eddie more please!" Steve begs, and Eddie's fucking eyes are gonna roll into the back of his head, he drops Steve's leg and props himself up, his hands braced on Steve's hips as he fucks him faster. His name falling loosely from Steve's lips over and over like Steve is living just to say it.

"Fucking christ. So good for me baby. Cum for me. Come on." Eddie thrusts his hips down hard, as Steve clenches down on him, both of them moaning as they cum. Steve's free hand scrambling backwards, grabbing at Eddie's hip best he can, trying to pull him closer, pull him deeper.

Eddie falls onto Steve with a grunt, Steve huffs underneath him, but doesn't try to move him. They lie there, panting together until their sweat starts to cool and Eddie rolls off of him. Pulling out of Steve with a wince as Steve hisses beneath him.

"Shit. Sorry." Eddie whispers, his hand moving over Steve's shoulders as he falls onto his back next to him. Steve shakes his head and Eddie pulls the condom off, ties it, and toss it into trashcan next to his bed.

He lets out a deep breath and pushes his sweaty bangs off his head, arms resting on his forhead.

"Jesus." Steve breathes next to him, rolling over with a wince. Eddie winces in sympathy,  looks down at Steve's softening cock and sees the fucking mess he'd made of Steve and feels his cock twitch. He sits up with a laugh, grabs his boxers off the floor and tugs them on.

"Be right back." He says, glaring down at his dick, willing it to chill the fuck out. He grabs a rag from the bathroom, lets the water get warm, and then pads back into his room. Steve is standing in the middle of the room, his shirt on, looking around the floor, for his pants and underwear, Eddie assumes.

"Oh. I uh... I got you this." He says, lamely, holding the rag out. The mess on Steve's stomach is gone. He takes the rag, his ears going red.

"Leaving already?" Eddie asks, trying to sound casual. Of couse he's leaving. He'd gotten what he came for you. Don't be a fucking idiot Munson. Little too late for that, but Eddie could be a little slow, just ask his teachers.

"Well I just- you got up, so I figured..." he trails off, lifting his shirt and wiping at his stomach though it's already clean. Eddie thinks he might have used the inside of his shirt. He tosses the rag back to Eddie with an awkward smile. Eddie catches it, wipes weakly at the mess on his sheets.

"Yeah. No. That's... Yeah. Probably for the best." Eddie mutters. His skin is itchy. And cold. Wants Steve's skin pressed against his again. Steve stops, his eyes linger on the floor before they land on Eddie again. He licks his lips, clearly about to say something. But Eddie doesn't let him, it's best he doesn't let him.

"Your pants are over there dude." He points behind Steve, to the piled up khakis.

"Shit. Thanks." Steve grabs them, angling himself away from Eddie as he bends to pick them up. And it hurts. Eddie knows it shouldn't. It was just a fuck. A really good fuck. Definitely the best Eddie's ever had, or been a part of, really. He rolls his eyes at himself and looks into his lap. Fidgeting with his rings as Steve gets dressed.

"Well uh... I should go." Steve says, quietly, as he lingers by Eddie's bedroom door.

"Yeah." Eddie nods.

"This has definitely surpassed your normal weed purchase time limit." He says, trying to tease, but his voice is tight. Steve must notice.

"Yeah." He sighs, rings his jacket in his hands before pulling it on.

"I'll- see you at school." Steve says, Eddie eyes snap to him and he sees the tail end of him cringing at his own words.

"Yeah. See you at school." Eddie echoes, flatly.

"Or ya know... next Saturday?" It's a question, and if Eddie's not going completely bananas, he thinks he sees hope in Steve's eyes. And his lips are curled up just enough, the ghost of a smile. Eddie licks his lips, his teeth sink into the tender skin and he nods.

"Okay. Saturday." He doesn't give Steve a full smile, tries not to give him one at all, but one must slip through because Steve smiles back, nods once, with finality, and leaves.

Eddie waits til he hears the door close and then he follows, runs to the window and watches Steve make his way to his fucking shiny expensive car. Eddie smirks to himself as he watches the waddle in Steve's step, the way he grimaces when he sinks in behind the wheel.

Eddie turns, leans against the door and groans, images of Steve in his bed flashing through his head. His cock twitches again and Eddie glares down at himself.

"This is all your goddamn fault. Ya know that?" He points accusingly at his own dick, huffs at himself, and stalks to the bathroom. He turns the water to cold, shoves his boxers down and steps in, squawking at the temperature.

"All your fuckin fault." He mutters again, shaking his head under the water, cursing himself as he beings to shiver.

~°~

It happens again on Saturday. And the Saturday after that. And the one after that. And one random Wednesday right before spring break.

Eddie never means for it to happen. Had just planned on the once. But Steve shows up, buys weed, and then ends up underneath Eddie chanting his name like a goddamn mantra and Eddie has clearly lost control of the situation. But it's fine. It's all completely fine. Steve stays after a few times, and they fucking cuddle, and talk, and it's... fine.

Until it's not.

Steve shows up one Saturday and knocks on the door, but when Eddie steps back to let him in, Steve steps back and down the steps, his fingers twisting together in front of him. Eddie's brow furrows, he crosses his arms over his chest, bracing, for whatever this is. Steve still doesn't say anything, so Eddie does what he does best, he opens his mouth.

"You're not pregnant are you?" He asks, his voice flat. And Steve, he fucking snorts, wipes at his mouth, shakes his head, sobers again. Eddie huffs, already annoyed by whatevers about to happen.

"Just say i-"

"I asked out Nancy Wheeler. We- we're going out on friday." Steve cuts him off. Eddie digs his nails into his ribs as hard as he can. Keeps his face neutral.

"Nancy Wheeler. You're upgrading." Eddie says, the joke is full of venom. Steve flinches a little, his brows creasing, and that used to be cute, Eddie wants to slap it off his face now.

"Eddie don't s-"

"You want your weed or not?" Eddie cuts him off, doesn't care what he was going to say. Steve looks startled.

"Oh. I uh... I guess, yeah." He stammers, takes a step closer.

"Forty five." Eddie holds out his hand. Steve's eyes widen as he takes out his wallet.

"Forty five? Last week it was like...fifteen." Steve laughs, but it's tense, and he hands Eddie forty five. Eddie smiles sweetly, grabs the bag of weed out of his pocket.

"Well last week you got the fuck me discount. This week, I'm the one getting fucked. So the price goes up." He tosses the weed at Steve and slams the door in his face.

He presses his back agaisnt the door hard, breathing heavy until he hears Steve's car pull away. He slams his head back once, hears Wayne's mugs rattle on the wall and steps away from the door.

"Fuckin idiot." He mutters, shuffling down the hall to his room, he walks through the door, eyes landing on his guitar.

"Just me and you again Sweetheart." He sighs, falling back onto his bed, he raises his hand into view.

"And just me and you." He lights a joint, takes a drag, sets it in the ashtray, and shoves his hand into his pants. If frustrated, angry, masturbation was a sport, Eddie's fuck walls would be decked out in medals. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, depends who you ask, it was not a sport. And the only person who had to fucking deal with it, was Eddie. And maybe his sweetheart, but she didn't have eyes, she wasn't a part of this. Eddie dropped his arm over his face as his hand moved faster and faster, he groaned angrily as images of Steve floated behind his eyes.

"Fucking idiot." Eddie groaned again, cuming to the image of Steve underneath him, clawling at his hips to get him closer. He wipes his hand on his sheets with a huff and rolles over, covering his head with his pillow, hoping to maybe just disappear for awhile.

~°~

He sees him at school, off and on. But he doesn't come to Eddie for weed anymore. So Eddie ignores him. Takes Steve Harrington off his radar and never looks back.

He sees him with Nancy once. Watches him pick her up and kiss her and watches him smile into her neck. He definitely doesn't hide in the bathroom until the bell rings because he feels like he's gonna puke.

And then he hears whispers around school. Apparently that new asshole, Billy something, had kicked the shit out of Steve. Eddie's stomach twists when hears the jokes people make. But he doesn't see Steve at school, for almost three days. Just three days of rumors and shitty jokes and no Steve.

And then Eddie pulls up to the trailer after school to find the Beemer parked outside. Steve is leaning against the side of it, arms crossed, head down, hair hanging in his face.

He looks up when Eddie parks, dark sunglasses hiding his face. Eddie squeezes his steering wheel hard, once, to stop his hands shaking, and then he hops out of the van. He walks over to Steve slowly, scuffing his shoes in the loose gravel. Steve carefully takes off his sunglasses, tilts his head as Eddie looks at him.

Eddie makes a show of it, crosses his arms and leans forward, studying Steve's face before he whistles, long and slow as he straightens up again.

"You look like shit." Eddie says, clicking his tongue. The corner of Steve's mouth, the one that isn't bruised, tilts up.

"You should see the other guy." He jokes, emotionless. Eddie nods, eyes wide as he hugs himself.

"Oh I have. He's been at school." Eddie says, nods to the trailer and starts walking that way, hears Steve follow him, easy.

"Oh yeah? How's that been?" Steve asks, holding the screen door for Eddie as he shoves his key into the lock. Eddie swings the door open, pauses to look back at Steve.

"Well, he's an asshole. Sooo... How do you think it's been?" Eddie frowns, waves Steve inside.

"Right." Is all Steve says, his eyes wander around the trailer slowly, Eddie leans against the small kitchen divider.

"So... did you need something for the pain or...?" He trails off, his hand hovering in the air between them. Steve's eyes move slowly over to Eddie, he's got that lopsided smile going on again.

"Or?" He asks, brow furrowed dramatically as he crosses his arms. Was he... trying to be playful right now? Eddie huffed a laugh and shook his head.

"So why'd he beat you up? You say something mean about his car?" Eddie asks, ducking into the kitchen, away from that playful look in Steve's bruised eyes. Steve snorts, follows Eddie, but keeps his distance, nods when Eddie offers him a water.

"Naw. Nothin like that." Steve shakes his head, grimaces, rubs at his temple. Eddie frowns, reaches into the cabnet next to the sink and grabs a bottle of Tylenol. He pops two out, hands them to Steve.

"Here. So what was it then? Like, the dudes definitely got those crazy eyes, so what happened?" He does not shiver when his fingers brush against Steve's hand as he takes the pills.

"Thanks." He takes a drink of water, swallows, then rests against the counter next to Eddie.

"Uh. Ya know Max? His sister. Step sister. Little red head?" Steve asks, holds his hand up about where her head would go.

"Yeah. Yeah I think I've seen her around. Always has a skateboard?" Eddie asks, lifts himself up to sit on the counter. Steve nods, gently.

"That's her. Well she'd been hanging out with Lucas, I guess? And Billy had told her not to?" Steve shrugs, Eddie makes a face.

"Yeah. Anyway, she kept hanging out with him. Cuz Lucas is a nice kid. But apparently Billy's a big ol racist. And he found them together, I was babysitting. He started threatening Lucas, so I punched him. And then..." Steve waved his hand at his face.

"He kicked your ass." Eddie supplied, talking into his water bottle before he took a swig. Steve huffed a laugh and nodded.

"Yeah. That's... pretty much it." Steve sighs, shaking his head lightly.

"That's scary man. The kids okay?" Eddie asks, moving his hands slowly over his knees. Steve swallows, hard, looks at Eddie for a moment, like he wants to say something. And then the moments gone, and he just nods.

"Yeah. Yeah they're good. I honestly think Max scared the shit out of him good enough that he won't mess with them anymore at least." Steve smiles softly at the thought, and Eddie wonders what happened to him. Not the fight. But.. in the few years it's been. He's so different, smiling while talking about hanging out with kids.

"Well hey. At least chicks dig scars right?" Eddie tries for a joke, but his voice misses by a mile. Steve looks at him.

"Yeah. I guess. What about-" Steve bites his lip, shakes his head, looks away.

"What about what?" Eddie asks, head tilting, he leans forward a little, trying to see Steve's face where he's turned away.

"I was gonna say, what about you? But it... I dunno, seemed, rude?" He doesn't look at Eddie when he says it.

"Rude?" Eddie asks. Steve looks at him then.

"Yeah, cuz of... I dunno how I just sort of left, that day. And... we haven't spoken since." He shrugs, but his ears are going that deep red that Eddie refuses to admit that he's misses.

"Oooh oh oh okay yeah. Rude cuz you fucked me, vigorously, and then abandoned me for Nancy Wheeler without warning." Eddie says, his voice light.

"Ya know I'd forgotten all about that." Eddie flutters his eye lashes, and waves a hand at Steve, dismissing it. Steve laughs, a real laugh, and steps closer, into Eddie's space. Moves between Eddie's legs, his hands resting on his knees. Eddie's eyes flutter closed, he's so fucking warm. And fuck Eddie missed this, Steve touching him. Hell, he missed anyone touching him, hadn't touched anyone since Steve.

"I hadn't." Steve breathes, his nose bumping Eddie's, his hands moving slowly up Eddie’s thighs.

"No? You been thinkin about me Steve?" Eddie whispers, feels Steve's shakey breath as he shivers.

"Yeah. Little bit." Steve sighs, his hands moving to Eddie's waist, thumbs pressing up under his shirt to touch his skin. Eddie shivers now, his hands still on the counter top, knuckles white with effort to not reach out and touch Steve.

"Yeah? Even when you're with Nancy?" Eddie breathes, his nose brushing into Steve's cheek. Steve sighs, drops his head to Eddie's shoulder, but he nods.

"Sometimes. Not anymore." His hands squeeze at Eddie's waist.

"Not anymore?" Eddie asks, not anymore what? He doesn't think about Eddie anymore? Way to ruin the mood Eddie was refusing to engage in. Jeez. Steve lifts his head, looks at Eddie, his eyes roaming over his face, landing on his lips more than once, lingering.

"I think we're over. It's all bullshit." Steve says, his voice cracking, his lip trembles on the last word and then he's kissing Eddie. His mouth is hot, and adamant, and Eddie wants. But not like this. He lets Steve's teeth nibble at his bottom lip and then pulls away, his hands on Steve's shoulders, holding him back as he tries to chase after Eddie mouth.

"This isn't a good idea." Eddie whispers, his head resting on Steve's when he groans.

"I miss you." Steve says, Eddie can hear the tightness in his voice. Steve's trying not to cry. Eddie nods, his hands moving to cradle Steve's neck, he frowns.

"And I miss you. But," he takes a breath, pushes Steve away so he can see his face, look into his eyes.

"I'm not a back up Nancy Wheeler. Or a rebound fuck. Or... anything else that this could be. I don't wanna do that anymore." He frowns, drops his hands onto his knees. Steve's eyes are shining but he nods, sniffles, and turns away. Takes a deep breathe before he chugs the bottle of water Eddie had given him. Eddie hops down off the counter.

"But what I can, and will gladly do, is get you some good weed to take the edge off of all'uh that." He waves his hand around in front of Steve's face, gets a smile from him and feels a little lighter.

He hands Steve a baggie, watches him reach for his wallet and then look up Eddie, questioning.

"Twenty bucks." He says with a shrug. Steve smiles a soft smile and hands Eddie a twenty. Eddie goes to grab it but Steve holds it tight.

"What discount did I get today?" He asks, smirking. Eddie smiles at him, dimples flaring.

"Oh today? Today's the 'i feel sorry for you cuz your face got mangled by a racist' discount." Eddie wiggles his eyebrows and yanks the twenty away from Steve.

"Hmm. You give that one a lot?"

"Honestly, more often than you'd think, yeah. Rough town." Eddie answers with a straight face. Both of them smiling after a beat. Steve shaking his head and stepping toward the door.

"Thanks for this. And the pills." Steve nods, opens the door. Eddie gives him a low bow.

"Anytime. Always open to those in need." He tilts his head, rests his hands on his back as he walks toward Steve, holds the door as Steve opens the screen door. He's nodding, slowly, maybe to himself, Eddie can't tell.

He lets the screendoor fall shut slowly, stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks up at Eddie.

"I am sorry. About the way I handled that. Me and you. Ya know?" He shoves his hands into his pockets, one eye squinting against the sun as he looks up at Eddie.

"I appreciate that Steven. I'll run your apology by the counsel. Take a vote." He replies, leaning his head against the door. Steve rolls his eyes, puts his sunglasses carefully back on his face.

"You're so weird dude." He says, squinting still, through the glasses, as he opens his car door.

"But it's like, kinda charming right?" Eddie calls, hand on his hip.

"I mean... I guess. If you're into that." Steve cringes, but he's smiling by the time his butt hits the seat. He gives Eddie a little two finger salute as he pulls away. Eddie grinning to himself as he walks back to his room. He catches sight of himself in the mirror, past his sweetheart, big dopey smile on his face.

He's so fucked.

~°~

They still don't talk. Steve doesn't come by for more weed. Well, they'd talked once, when Eddie and Wayne had stopped by the mall, just to check it out. Eddie wanted to see the new record store, and the sweet tooth he and Wayne shared had required ice cream.

Eddie's brain had nearly short circuited, seeing Steve in those fucking shorts.

But Steve had also gone that pretty red color Eddie loved so much. It clashed terribly with his outfit but Eddie was gonna be day dreaming about it for months.

He'd been working with one Miss Buckley,  Eddie had band class with her last year. They'd been banned from sitting together their third week in, but they still snuck in good quality time when there were subs, or they had movie days. They were insufferable, Eddie missed her.

But apart from that, he doesn't see Steve much. A few times around town, but Eddie avoids the mall like the plague, opting for the small shops, dnd meetings, and band practice instead. But Steve doesn't show his face again. And Eddie tries not to be annoyed. He's the one who pushed Steve away after all.

And then the mall burns down.

And Steve Harrington shows up at his door two days later covered in bruises, and stitches. Asking very quietly, if he can come inside.

"Uh... yeah. Shit, yeah." Eddie steps back hurriedly, the rain falling outside soaking Steve's hair and jacket. Eddie watches him run his fingers through his wet hair after he hangs his jacket by the door. Steve looks around.

"Wayne at work?" Is all he says. He's... different. His hair is longer, but it's not that. His shoulders look heavy. And behind the bruises he looks tired. The kind of bone deep tired you don't get from a mall fire. Eddie nods, and then nods again, toward his room.

He stands in the doorway, leaning against it, and watches as Steve gingerly lowers himself to sit on the edge of Eddie's bed. He doesn't say anything. Just very carefully takes off his shoes.

"What the hell happened to you?" Eddie asks, not able to not say anything any longer. Steve sighs, deep, and looks up at Eddie.

"Mall fire." Is all he says, flatly. He pushes himself backwards, situats himself in Eddie's bed like he belongs there. Eddie nods, crosses his arms, and walks fowards.

"Bull. Shit. It was a mall fire. Have you seen your face?" He leans forward for emphasis.

"Yep. I have. But thank you for reminding me." Steve's voice is still flat. But he's not giving anything up, and it... is so annoying. Eddie feels his blood starting to boil, is about to start ranting about how Steve had just left, again, and never come back. And yes that was technically Eddie's fault, a little, but they had definitely flirted when he was leaving! And now he's here, just showed up looking like he'd been put through a meat grinder, and is acting annoyed at Eddie, who had kindly let him in out of the rain!

But Steve looks up at him before he can get started, his eyes wide, and tired, his hand reaches out, lifting off the matress slowly, palm up.

"Listen, I know I have no right to ask this, but could you just... sit with me? For awhile?" His fingers wiggle as his bottom lip trembles and Eddie can't stop himself from reaching out to him, taking his hand and sitting on the edge of the bed, leg tucked up under him as Steve absent-mindedly plays with his fingers, spinning Eddie's ring around and around, the same way Eddie does when he's nervous, or fidgety.

"Are you okay Steve?" His voice is quiet. Steve shrugs, doesn't say anything.

"Is... is Robin okay? The kids? Everybody?" He asks, he'd seen them all on the news, being packed into ambulances, before they stopped showing that footage. And Eddie wasn't stupid. He knows there's something else going. Something else going on in this town. But he doesn't ask that, doesn't think Steve could talk about it, even if he wanted to.

He shrugs again, his fingers shaking against Eddie's. Eddie covers his hand with his, holds it tight.

"Tell me what I can do? What do you need?" He crawls closer, his knees pressed up against Steve's thighs, his wants to brush the hair out Steve's face, but the ends look like they're stuck in some of the dried blood on his face and he doesn't wanna hurt him. Steve just shakes his head. His eyes have a far away look.

"Do you wanna take a shower?" Eddie asks, his eyes still on that dried blood on Steve's head.

"I uh... I don't know. I don't-" Steve trails off, his eyes moving finally, slowly, to Eddie.

"I don't know." He says again. Eddie nods, squeezes his hand.

"Okay. We're gonna get you a shower. Get some of this blood off. And then you can sleep. You can sleep here with me. Long as you want." His lip trembles as he helps Steve off the bed, but he bites his lip. Holds the burning sensation in his throat until they're under the spray of warm water.

Steve is covered in bruises, his back, his chest, his legs even. His skin is a fucking collage of bruising. Eddie washes him gently, doesn't use a rag. Just his hands. He soaps up Steve's hair, gently.

"Sorry it's not fancy shampoo. It's gonna ruin your beautiful mane." Eddie jokes, sniffling as he moves his fingers gently over Steve's scalp.

"S'fine. Smells good. Like you. N' it feels nice." Steve's eyes are closed. Until he hears Eddie sniffle again. Steve squints at him, through the soap and water, and grabs Eddie's wrists, moves his hands from his hair and wraps his arms around Eddie's waist. Pulls him close and then moves them both under the warm spray of water. Letting the soap run out of his hair, and down his back as they cling to each other.

"It's okay Ed's. I'm fine." He mumbles it into Eddie's shoulder, his lips soft against the skin there. Eddie holds him gently, trying not to squeeze him too tightly and hurt him.

"No it isn't. Look at you. I- what happened Steve?" His voice is high, almost a whine as it leaves his throat. Steve's hands move over his back.

"Shh. I'm okay. That's all that matters." Eddie tries to argue, tries to fight Steve on this, tell him it's not okay. But Steve kisses him. Deeply. Holds him close and kisses all of Eddie he can reach.

"Eddie will you-" his voice cuts off, his hips pressing into Eddie as he presses Eddie into the wall of the shower.

"Steve. No. You need to rest. Your heads all-"

"Eddie please." Steve begs, pulls away to look at him, with big sad eyes.

"I need to feel something good. You make me feel good. Please." Steve moves his hands to Eddie's waist, his fingers digging into the skin there.

"That's not fair." Eddie groans, his hands moving up over Steve's shoulders, his fingers moving nimbly around bruises. Steve ducks forward, his lips brushing Eddie's, wet and warm when he whispers.

"I'm not trying to play fair." He smiles when Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Ugh. Fine. But if you die in this shower, you're paying for my therapy. And buying us a new trailer." Eddie concedes as Steve hums in agreement, latches himself onto Eddie's neck, his tongue on Eddie's throat making him shiver.

"A double wide. Nice and spacious." Steve kisses up his neck.

"Anything you want." He agrees against Eddie's mouth.

"Anything I want." Eddie sighs, his hands moving down Steve's back.

"Anything at all. Just touch me Ed's. Please. Miss your hands on me." He whispers between kisses, his hands in Eddie's hair now, holding him close. Eddie groans, moves his hips into Steve's and then moves his hands down, slides them between them.

"Anything you want Steve. Wanna make you feel good." Eddie pants, Steve's hips fucking into his hands perfectly. Steve moves one hand down, curls his fingers around Eddie's cock and just, holds him, the way Eddie likes.

"Always do. Make me feel so good." Steve breathes into his skin as Eddie drags him over the edge.

They lay in bed after, both only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, all of them belonging to Eddie. Fresh and clean. The dried blood is gone from Steve's head, leaving just the cuts and bruises. Eddie moves his hand through Steve's hair as he lays beside him, Steve looking up at him with big, warm, eyes. He seems more coherent now, more with it.

"Thank you. I needed that." Steve says, his head nuzzling into Eddie's fingers. Eddie smiles down at him.

"Needed what? The shower or the orgasm?" Eddie bites his lip when Steve smiles, all dopey and goofy.

"Yeaaah." He sighs dreamily. Eddie shoves gently at his face.

"Idiot." He rolls his eyes. But Steve catches his wrist and pulls Eddie close, down, so Eddie's chin is resting on his shoulder.

"Seriously. Thank you." He moves his hand up Eddie’s arm, up his neck, into his hair, cups the back of his head. Eddie just nods, feeling like he might cry again.

"Sure. I- I didn't know what else to do." He admits, his fingers tangling in his own shirt on Steve's chest.

"You did great. It was perfect." His eyes are drooping now, eyelashes fluttering as he tries to keep his eyes open. Eddie moves his hand, trails his fingers down over Steve's face, it makes him smile, his eyes falling shut.

"Go to sleep. I'll be here if you need me." Eddie whispers, curling closer to Steve.

"Always need you." Steve mumbles, and he's alseep now, talking nonsense, saying things he won't remember in the morning. But Eddie holds the words close, and holds Steve close, and does his best to try and sleep.

Sleep never comes. But Steve leaves. He wakes in the middle of the night, maybe 2 am. And Eddie lays there, pretends to be asleep. And listens to him shuffle around quietly. He thinks he hears paper rustle but he's not sure. He just lays there, and lets Steve leave, his heart aching in his chest.

He counts to three hundred after he hears Steve's car drive away and then turns his lamp on. Stands up and walks to his desk. The writing is messy, and lopsided, it's hard to write in the dark. But the note is nice. At least Steve tried.

'I am so sorry. I had to leave. I forgot my parents are coming back tomorrow. Today? I don't know. But if I'm not there, they'll lose their shit. If they notice... but I can't risk it.

Thank you.

Again.

I'll be back.

-Steve'

There's a crooked little smiley face at the bottom. The note makes Eddie's chest ache for a different reason. He goes back to bed, and finally drifts off to sleep.

~°~

They don't tell anyone. Both of them acting annoyed when Dustin mentions the other, biting their tongues and pretending they don't know each other. And it's... easier. Eddie guesses. Easier than telling a group of kids and risking losing them. Eddie's pretty sure none of them would care.

Steve comes to his trailer every Saturday. Wayne knows about them. He has weekends off now. So they all hang out and watch movies, Eddie and Steve curled up together under blankets. They almost always fall asleep before the movie ends. Wayne jokes about them being old men.

And then Chrissy dies.

And Eddie runs.

And they find him in the boat house, starving and scared. And he doesn't even register that it's Steve he has shoved against the wall until Dustin is yelling at him. Robin giving them both worried looks. Her eyes jumping back and forth between him and Steve until Steve gives her a stern look.

The kids don't catch on. Nancy does. Sees the way Steve's worried. His eyes darting to the walky anytime Eddie calls them. And the way he runs when Eddie tells them he's as Skull Rock. She sees it, and it... makes sense. She'd seen Steve watching him once, in the cafeteria, he'd been up on a table, yelling about something, and the other boys had looked annoyed, or disgusted, but not Steve. Nancy swore she saw him smile, before he noticed her looking and hid it, looked away. But it made sense.

And then Eddie almost dies. And Dustin, he watches Steve carry Eddie out, get him to safety. Watches him frantically try to hold Eddie's blood inside his body as it flows out over his hands, Steve screaming as Eddie's hand, clutching at his arm, goes limp.

Dustin watches him sit with Eddie, every day, with him and Wayne. Watches the way Wayne drops a blanket over his shoulders, ruffles his hair, and tells him to get some rest. He watches Steve beg Eddie to wake up, tears in his eyes as he clutches his hand to his face, whispering into his fingers. And he gets it.

"You love him." Dustin says one day, after watching Steve struggle to read to Eddie for half an hour. He takes the book from Steve, settles his hand over Steve's shaking one. Steve doesn't even try to deny it. Just nods, keeping his eyes on Eddie. Always on Eddie.

"I don't understand. I thought you didn't like him. That you barely knew him." Dustin says, his voice quiet, pondering, peicing things together in his brain as he speaks. Steve shakes his head.

"I lied. We both lied. We've- we've been together awhile. I- was scared to tell you guys. I didn't wanna lose you. Any of you." Steve shakes his head, frowning as he moves his thumb over the back of Eddie's hand, his eyes still not leaving him.

"You wouldn't have lost us Steve. We love you. Both of you." Dustin rests his hand on Steve's shoulder.

"Yeah." He scoffs, a bitter laugh leaving him as a tear falls down his cheek.

"That's what Eddie said. But I was too scared. So we kept it a secret. I kept him a secret. And now he's-" Steve sobs, and Dustin is on him in an instant, holding him close. Steve sobs into his chest so hard that neither of them hear the change in heart rate on Eddie's monitor. But they do hear,

"Did somebody die?" Eddie's groggy voice ask. Steve gasps, and turns back to Eddie, it looks like it's taking everything in him to keep his eyes open as he he blinks heavily at them.

"No. No we're all okay. Max got hurt, but she's healing. She's doing good." Steve says in a rush, grabbing Eddie's hand and holding it to his mouth, kissing his fingers as Dustin cries and holds his other hand. Eddie nods, frowns.

"Wayne?" He asks, Steve nods.

"He just left. He went to get us food. We've been here for ages man. He was tired of hospital food." Dustin says, scooting his chair closer. Eddie smiles, a little hum leaving him.

"Course he did. Hates... hospital food." Eddie sighs, deep in his chest, and is asleep again. Dustin looks across the bed at Steve, grinning.

"He's okay." Dustin breathes. Steve nods, Dustin nods back, more enthusiasm building as they smile at each other.

"He's okay." Steve laughs, and laughs and laughs. Both of them jumping up from their seats, hugging each other and laughing. They're still crying when Wayne gets back, smiles shining on their faces.

"What is it?" Wayne asks, setting the bags of food down, his hands shaking as his eyes roam over Eddie.

"He woke up. He's okay. Asked where you were." Steve says, choking a little on the lump in his throat. Wayne's lip trembles then, and he's bending over the foot of the bed, his hands holding Eddie's feet as he cries.

"I leave for ten damn minutes." He mutters, half laughing, half crying, and then Eddie's feet twitch in his hands and he looks up to see his nephews eyes on him. His face scrunched up.

"Tickles." Is all Eddie says, and then Wayne is hugging him, crying into his shoulder as Eddie cries into his, both of them clinging to each other.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Eddie sobs, clawing at his uncle's shoulder the best he can.

"It's okay. Your okay. That's all that matters." Waybe says back, soothing Eddie's hair gently, Steve and Dustin holding each other as they start crying again.

~°~

Eddie and Max are in the hospital for about a month, before they let them go.

Max is in a wheelchair, with the hope of walking again someday. She can see, a little, not great. But it's something. Her and Eddie have a running joke that maybe if he bites her she'll get echo-location, like a bat. Dustin doesn't find it funny.

Eddie's covered in scars but otherwise alright.

They've got a new trailer. A double wide. Two bedrooms. Eddie shows it off to Steve like he's a realtor. Everyone brings a mug from home as their house warming gifs for Wayne. He gets flustered and has to go outside for about ten minutes. Comes back in wiping at his face, grumbling about allergies.

After the kids are gone, and Wayne 'retires to his room'. He says that every night now, it makes Eddie laugh, every. single. time. Steve stays. Doesn't wanna go home. His parents had made it back home fine. But they just,

... didn't care about Steve. So he didn't care to be there. He wraps his arm around Eddie's shoulder, pulls him closer on the couch. Leans his head back and looks at him.

Eddie notices and shakes his head, frowning. Steve moves his fingers into Eddie hair, his eyes flutter, he leans into the touch.

"Don't." Eddie says, quiet. Steve sighs, brings his hand to Eddie's cheek, the one without the scar. Eddie won't meet his eyes.

"Hey." Steve says, Eddie refuses to look at him.

"Ed's come on. Look at me." Steve bites his lip, watches Eddie shake his head, the smallest amount of movement.

"I told you I don't-" he cuts off, rolls his eyes, swallows hard. He's trying not to cry. It happens a lot these days. Steve smiles, takes Eddie's hand, brings it to his lips, kisses his knuckles.

"You don't want me to look at you? Ever again?" Steve asks, kissing into Eddie's palm, up over his wrist, his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps along Eddie's skin. Eddie pouts, being dramatic now, and shrugs.

"Maybe. Maybe you'll just have to close your eyes." Eddie huffs. Steve can see him wanting to cross his arms, but he hasn't yanked his hand away from Steve's kisses yet.

"Oh yeah? What about when I take your shirt off? Gonna make me close my eyes then too?" Steve teases, scoots closer, kissing up Eddie’s shoulder now. Eddie freezes, turns to look at him.

"Why would you be taking my shirt off?" He sounds... genuinely confused. Steve stops kissing him, his brow furrowed, he glances toward Wayne's closed bedroom door.

"Umm... so I can see you naked. And have sex with you and stuff." Steve says, trying to keep it simple, because Eddie seems to be struggling with this concept currently.

"Sex. You're thinking about sex." Eddie says, his hands moving over his thighs nervously, wiping his palms. Steve shrugs, shakes his head.

"I mean, just then, all I was really thinking about was kissing. But... you uh... you don't seem to be on the same page as me right now. So that- that can wait." Steve says, keeping his voice calm. His hand moving to settle over Eddie's.

"Why would you wanna kiss me right now? I have ointment all over my face. It's- I'm-" he cuts himself off, eyes wide. Steve looks at him, widens his own eyes.

"You're what?" He asks, with a tone. He knows exactly what Eddie was gonna say. Eddie shakes his head, his eyes darting away from Steve again.

"You're gross? Is that what you were gonna say?" Steve knows he sounds mad, he can't help it. He's not mad at Eddie, he's just, mad at Eddie's brain. They've had this conversation so many times now. Eddie shrugs.

"I am. I'm all slimey. And this ointment smells so gross. It literally turns my stomach Steve. I don't feel sexy." Eddie huffs, dabbing at his cheek with his sleeve, then full on wiping, rubbing at the ointment smeered there, tears welling in his eyes.

"Hey hey hey." Steve calms him, uses his own sleeve to clean Eddie's face, the scar on his cheek is red, and angry. Steve sooths his fingertips over it gently. Eddie pulls away. Does cross his arms now.

"I'm covered in scars Steve. It's not-"

"I'm covered in scars too! I mean," he waves his hands at his body,

"They're everywhere. I'm covered. We match, remember?" His voice softens, there are still tears in Eddie's eyes as he shakes his head, rolls his eyes at Steve.

"It's not the same." He huffs, wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand.

"How is it not the same? Ed's some of them are literally the same." He rests his hand on his side, one of the matching scars they have. But it doesn't help.

"Because! Even with the scars you're still beautiful! And I'm just-" he bites his lip, clamps it hard between his teeth as he looks at Steve, his eyes wide, and guilty, and full of tears. Steve tries to move closer, Eddie shakes his head. Steve mirrors him.

"I don't understand." Steve's voice is small, he genuinely doesn't understand, and he knows it's hurting Eddie, that he's frustrating him, he just doesn't know why. Eddie sighs, his teeth digging painfully into his lip.

"Because you're beautiful. And I'm not, Steve. I'm not. I mean I never was, but now I've got this." He moves his hand like he gonna slap his face and Steve grabs it, clutches Eddie hand to his chest.

"But you are." Steve says, slowly, that confusion still tinting his voice.

"Steve-" Eddie starts to shake his head, to pulls away. Steve pulls him closer, squeezes Eddie's hand.

"You are." He says again, adamant. But he can see the doubt in Eddie's eyes, sees that he wants to roll his eyes again, to deny it.

Steve surges forward, crashes his lips to Eddie's, cradles his face gently as he calms, sweetens the kiss, smiles into it when Eddie makes one of his little pleased noises. He moves then, kissing over Eddie's cheek, pressing his lips gently to the scar there, peppering gentle kisses all over it until he makes his way down to Eddie's neck. There are scars here too, and Steve takes his time, presses his lips to every inch of them until Eddie is shivering and whimpering in his arms. He kisses back up, finds Eddie's lips again and growls,

"Take your shirt off." Low in his throat, licking across Eddie's bottom lip, making him gasp as he pulls back, away from Steve.

"Wha-"

"Take. Your shirt off." Steve repeats, his voice stern. Eddie gulps, but reaches for his shirt. Steve helps him pull it over his head, tosses it across the room and immediately attaches his mouth to Eddie's chest, kissing over the scars here the same way he had the one's on his face and neck, light kisses, feather soft, so he doesn't hurt him, wouldn't dream of that.

His lips reach the unblemished skin of Eddie's stomach and he presses his tongue against him, Eddie arches up into him.

"Steve." He breathes, quiet, his hand grabbing at Steve's hair. Steve smiles into the soft skin of his stomach and then bites down, not hard, just hard enough to suprise Eddie.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie gasps, yanking Steve up by his hair to glare at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Eddie hisses, but his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are more black than brown, Steve smiles, crawls on top of Eddie, slides his hand over Eddie's unscathed cheek, presses his fingers into Eddie's skin hard,

"I love you. And you're beautiful. And I'm-"

"Insatiable." Eddie supplies, before he blinks owlishly.

"Wait you- you love me?" He whispers, forehead creasing in a frown. Steve bites his lip, looks a tad bashful. But he nods.

"Yeah. I really do. I've got it bad. I love you Eddie Munson." He breathes, his thumb moving over the corner of Eddie's mouth. Eddie doesn't say anything, just stares, blinking at Steve. He gulps, feels Eddie's heart pounding against his chest.

"Do you... do you not-"

"No I do! Of course I do. Fuck sorry. My brain just like, short circuited there, of course I love you. I love you so much it's, like, genuinely terrifying sometimes. I love you. I love you!" Eddie grabs Steve's face and kisses him, Steve laughing as his outburst, Eddie was almost yelling now.

"I love you too!" Steve said, matching Eddie's volume and almost yelling into his mouth. Eddie cackles, let Steve press kissing into his cheek again, holding him close, his hand in Steve's hair.

"I love the paid of ya, but if you don't shut up I'm tossing y'all out on your asses for the night!" Wayne's voice carried through the walls to the living room.

"Sorry Uncle Wayne! Love you too!" Eddie called back as Steve stiffled his laughter in Eddie neck.

"Would you shut up. You're gonna get us kicked out." Eddie hissed, but he was pressing kisses into Steve's hair. Once he composed himself he leaned back, untangling himself from Eddie and looking him in the eyes.

"I really do love you." He says, serious. Eddie nods.

"I love you too." He presses a soft kiss to Steve lips and then drags him up, and into Eddie's bedroom. They tangle back together under his covers, Eddie wrapped around Steve like an octopus, his arms wrapped around Steve's middle, holding him close, his face shoved into Steve's hair, just breathing him in.

They lay there, in silence, for a few moments, hell, it could have been hours, Steve could never get enough of it. And then he feels Eddie smile into his neck.

"What?" Steve asks, he can't not. Eddie snorts, nuzzles his nose into Steve neck.

"Told you you needed to get fucked." Eddie whispers, his fingers tickling at Steve's ribs. Steve barks a laugh and slaps his hand over his mouth, both of them cringing, waiting for Wayne to shout again.

Nothing happens.

"Ya know what?" Steve whispers back.

"And don't get used to this, because it's rare. But you were right." Steve teases.

"Hey! I am right at least 50 percent of the time around here." Eddie says, indignation in his voice, Steve opens his mouth to argue but,

"BOYS!"

"Sorry Wayne! We're sleeping now!" Steve calls back.

"Yeah sorry! We love you!" Eddie calls, Steve twists around and clamps his hand over Eddie's mouth, he makes a little "hey!" sound, muffled but readable. They can hear Wayne laughing through the wall. Steve smiles at him, brightly, moves his hand, kisses Eddie quickly, just a peck, and then twists back around, snuggling into Eddie's arms as he pulls him close.

Steve is nearly alseep when he feels Eddie's teeth sink into his shoulder, he just manages to catch the yelp that escapes him in the crook of his arm, then he groans, dropping his head back down on their pillow.

"You're so weird." He whispers, nudging his elbow back into Eddie. He just pulls him closer, smiles into his shoulder.

"Hmm. You like it." He hums. Steve sighs, sinks back into Eddie's warmth,

"Yeah. I do. Kinda charming." Steve teases, wiggling his hips back into Eddie. Eddie just meets him half way, pressing his hips into Steve's ass with a,

"Told ya so." As he snuggles closer.

"Yeah yeah." Steve grumbles, turns himself in Eddie's arms, buries his face in Eddie's chest, and breathes him in, as Eddie wraps his arm up over Steve's head, pulling him closer as they both drift away, Eddie's smile pressed into Steve's perfectly messy hair.

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Eddie Munson Sickfic: When you hurt Chapter 6: A rough night

Chapter one here

1987

It was a rough night.

The first time Eddie woke up, he panicked again. He wasn’t able to recall his conversation with his uncle earlier that night and just like he had before, he tried to get up in a blind panic. Wayne, who already had his arms around Eddie, just tightened his hold on his nephew and softly spoke into his ear while Eddie thrashed in his grip. It didn’t take long before his frantic struggling and shallow breaths caused his eyes to roll back into his head. His body went limp and he passed out again. Wayne didn’t let up on his grip, not once. Not when Eddie jolted awake again. And then again. And again.

The fifth time Eddie woke up, his fever was so high he thought Wayne was his dad. He apologized again and again, begged Wayne not to leave and more disturbingly, not to hurt him. Wayne didn´t know where or when Eddie thought he was, but he did his best to settle him down. It was hell. Every time Wayne´s hand reached out, Eddie would flinch violently and sob louder. His voice had a similar effect when he tried to speak. In the end, Wayne settled on holding Eddie firmly, and swaying them gently. He hummed a soft song while he did this and let Eddie cry as much as he needed. When Eddie passed out once more, Wayne took his time to wipe the tears off his exhausted nephew´s face while forcefully holding back his own.

A nurse came by to check on Eddie. She redid his IV without question and explained to Wayne that Eddie was coming down from his sedation and this combined with his high fever would explain his delirium. It would wear out eventually, but it would be a long night.

The sixth time Eddie woke up he tried to rip out his IV again. Wayne anticipated it and was able to grab Eddie’s arm before he could. It was this instinct Eddie seemed to have to copy his father’s actions that disturbed Wayne deeply. He had tried to teach Eddie to care about himself as he cared for others, but it seemed that if stripped down to his impulses and nothing else, Eddie’s first reaction was still what his father programmed into him. Wayne would never forgive his brother for that.

The seventh time Eddie woke up, Wayne was just in time to pull off the oxygen mask and shove a bowl underneath his nephew’s chin before he was violently throwing up. Almost nothing came out, but the painful gags were not letting up. Eddie was desperately trying to breath, his shaking hands grasping for anything to ground him. In the end, the kid was too exhausted to keep going and that was the only reason the gagging stopped. He slumped back against Wayne and his eyes rolled back.

The eighth time Eddie woke up Wayne had to shake him awake because of a horrible nightmare. Eddie was thrashing and screaming in his sleep and Wayne just knew what he was experiencing. After that awful spring break Eddie had eventually told him what had happened to him. How he got those awful scars. By the way Eddie’s back was arching and his face was drawn in helpless panic, Wayne knew that he was feeling those awful creatures tearing at his flesh, unable to move away. He felt sick as he frantically shook his nephew, trying to keep him from reliving that moment. He hadn’t been there to protect him then, but he could do it now. Eddie gasped awake and immediately dissolved into hacking coughs. Trembling fingers clutched at Wayne’s flannel shirt until they went slack as Eddie once again lost consciousness.

The ninth time Eddie woke up all his muscles seized up and he pressed his head against Wayne’s chest with a groan. His arm curled around his chest protectively as he tried to level his breathing. Wayne frowned in concern and brushed his hand along Eddie’s ribs, but Eddie immediately flinched away from the touch and groaned in agony. “d-don’… i- h-hurts…” He muttered against the oxygen mask. The inevitable coughing fit that followed had him curling in on himself and crying from the pain. “w-wayne… please…” he whimpered. “jus’ wan’ i-it to s-sto… stop…” Wayne pressed the alarm button next to the bed in panic and desperately tried to soothe his nephew. “I know, Eddie. I know. Just hold on, help is coming.” He ran his fingers through his nephew’s curls and tenderly brushed away his tears as Eddie shook.

The doctor won’t let Eddie have any pain relief. That’s what the nurse is very apologetically telling him while his nephew is writhing in pain. They have too much debt with the hospital already and the doctor can’t justify the use of expensive painkillers to hospital management without it being a case of unbearable suffering. “What the fuck do you call this?” Wayne exclaimed, gesturing to his shuddering nephew, who was rapidly losing his grip on consciousness again. The nurse shrugged helplessly and told Wayne the doctor would be available to talk the next day. After that she left. As Eddie’s exhausted body lost its hold on consciousness once again and slowly unwound against his uncle’s frame, Wayne finally allowed himself to cry, letting the helplessness wash over him. He buried his face in Eddie’s hair and tried to sob as quietly as he could.

The tenth time Eddie woke up the sun was rising. He blearily looked up at Wayne. The moment their gazes met, Eddie’s eyes filled with tears and he broke down in sobs. “no, no, no… ‘m sorry… ‘m s-sorry…” he pleaded, looking intently at his uncle. For a moment Wayne was scared that Eddie was panicking again, but Eddie’s eyes seemed less glazed over as they had been. A trembling hand reached out to the bags under Wayne’s eyes and clumsily brushed over them. “e-everything’s f-fucked!” Eddie gritted out. His exclamation send a sharp pain through his rib cage and he crumbled and curled up, burying his face into Wayne’s chest.

“Ssh, Ed. You need to calm yer breathin’, son.” Wayne whispered to his nephew. He observed Eddie intently. “Do you remember how ya got here?” he asked. Eddie nodded tearfully. “I r-member everythin’, Wayne. ‘m so sorry… d- ow.” He flinched and deflated after trying to twist around to properly face his uncle. “did I keep you awake a-all night?” He asked in a small voice, big tearful eyes staring up at Wayne.

“Oh, Ed.” Wayne sighed. “Dontcha worry about that. ‘Course I didn’t sleep very well, but I’ll be fine. All ya gotta do is focus on yerself, yeah?” He started to comb his fingers through Eddies hair, smoothing out all the knots that formed overnight. Eddie tried his best to relax into the touch, though every breath he took was setting his ribcage on fire and gave him an overwhelming urge to cough. His head was pounding and all his muscles ached. He was so tired, even though he had managed to get some sleep. It was really scary to note how much effort just breathing was for his weak body. Distantly, he heard his uncle ask something. 

“hmmm?” Eddie hummed tiredly. He felt more than heard his uncle chuckle. “Sorry, Ed. Didn’t mean to wake you up.” His uncle apologized. 

“wasn’t asleep.” Eddie slurred tiredly. Wayne hummed. “wha’ didya wanna ask?” Eddie prodded.

“I was askin’ ‘bout yer ribs, son. What happened to ‘em?” Wayne asked softly.

“Oh.” Eddie thought for a second. Did he want to tell his uncle about this and worry him even more? He would probably find out anyway and Eddie tried to always be honest with Wayne. He found out really quickly that this was the best way to talk to him. Whereas his dad would right out ask Eddie to lie to him when the truth didn’t suit him, all Wayne did was ask for truth, even if it was something that he didn’t want to hear. It had been so freeing for Eddie to learn this. He owed Wayne the truth. Eddie scrambled to gather enough energy to form an explanation. Even with his chest tightening painfully with every breath.

“H-Hopper kind of had to… h-he had t-to-“ He was quickly interrupted by a strangled coughing fit that ripped through his entire chest. Wayne held him through it, even when the pain turned the coughing into gagging so excruciating, it made him almost black out. It left him helplessly sobbing into his uncle’s shirt. “th-there isn’t eve… even a-anythin’ in my… f-fucking s-stomach! w-why…” Eddie hiccupped helplessly against Wayne. “w-why won’t it st-stop?” He pleaded. Wayne could only hold him until all of Eddie’s energy had drained from him. “Ssssh, ssssh, I gotcha… I gotcha, kid. Just let it out… “ He could feel his nephew’s body go lax with a final exhausted sob.

Tired half-lidded eyes peered up at Wayne, silent tears still dripping down pale cheeks. Wayne took his time to brush Eddie’s sweaty bangs off his forehead and wipe every single tear. Then he kissed his nephew’s curls and rested their foreheads together. Eddie whimpered at the tender gesture and more tears escaped his exhausted eyes. Wayne was quick to wipe them away as well. “Try to go back to sleep, Ed. I gotcha.” He muttered. Eddie gave a shaky nod. “y-you too…” He rasped out. Wayne smiled sadly at Eddie. “I’ll try, kid. I’ll try.” He promised as Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed.

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Eddie Munson Blurb

Fluff prompt of “I’ll support your decision 100%....as long as it isn’t the dumb one”

Day in and day out you were constantly on Eddie’s side with most of his decisions no matter how crazy it seemed, Even when trying your best to keep him busy and get his attention on to something else that wouldn’t easily get him in trouble one way or the other.

Eddie likes to think that he never makes the dumb decisions, but sometimes that's easier said than done especially when he would jokeingly agree that Hellfire was a devil worshipping reject group or when he would be running after poking fun at the basketball team. Sometimes, he can be reckless and make decisions without really thinking them through. he has a tendency to jump into things head first without really considering the consequences.

He also has a tendency to be very stubborn and set in his ways, which can make it difficult for him to hear constructive criticism or suggestions. He has a tendency to be very secretive and guarded, even with the people who are closest to me. He has a hard time trusting others and opening up, but he’s trying to get better about that more so around you and when your both alone so he’d doesn’t have to worry about how others view him in that moment.

there are plenty of times where he’s done something and then immediately regretted it - like when he accidentally broke an antique vase at an old antique shop or sometimes will say things without thinking them through first, which has gotten him into some trouble a time or two or five. And of course, there's the whole "running around with a pack of teenagers while hiding a monster from the government" thing...

He’s most impulsive decision was when he lashed out at you when his temper wasn’t the greatest because of how bad his whole day had gone wrong and he probably shouldn't have done it. He was just feeling really upset and frustrated by the way the everything was going and he let his emotions get the best of him. But looking back, he didn't think yelling at the you was really going to do any good which it didn’t except make him feel even worse about it.

Both of you were just hanging around in the room where Hellfire meets as you both waited for everyone to show but you stayed for some quiet time since you had wanted to help him relax, He slowly made his way to you and sat down next to you keeping some space in case you weren’t happy with him still then he quietly spoke out loud to you “That was definitely a mistake on my part. I got so caught up in the moment and I just wanted to get everyone riled up. But I should've shown more restraint. I'm still learning how to control my emotions and I'm trying to work on being more aware of the consequences of my actions”. He said trying to ease the situation between you both.

Eddie sighed before speaking again as a way to let his walls come down for you “Honestly, it hurts. Because I know that I'm not a freak, I'm just different. I’m just trying to be myself and it hurts to have people judge me for that i think that people are so used to seeing the world in a certain way that it can be hard for them to accept someone like me. So when people call me a freak it feels like they're saying that I don't belong and that I'm not worth their time”. Feeling his words tug harshly on your heart strings knowing he never truly meant to hurt you or your feelings since he always did his best to even make sure you felt heard no matter what was going on.

Letting out a sigh as you thought over everything he had said before looking into his dark brown eyes and spoke softly “I’ll support your decision 100%....as long as it isn’t the dumb one” You said with a giggle which only made him laugh as well, Gripping his jacket tightly in your hands as he gently held your face in his hands just to lightly kiss you on the lips which showed you were really okay now then you both pulled each other closer as Eddie started to kiss you longer.

You barely pulled away from the kiss as you both panted from lack of air then you both looked each other in the eye feeling a new kind of tension rise in the air, Eddie gave you a playful grin before pulling you onto his lap as he placed feather-light kisses on your neck before sliding his hands up your shirt knowing if it was too much you’d pull away from his touch which he noticed you only leaned more into.

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Cryptic Cupid - Part 7 ( Steve's POV)

Part 1 | Part 6

Sequel to Raspberry Riddle So this is set in a government-operated hospital after the events of season 4 but everyone is alive

I figure this is the last part unless any readers think otherwise :)

Tag List: @marivictal @spectrum-spectre

Standing in his doorway, Steve can see the back of Eddie, and though every impulsive part of Steve wants to reach out and pull him to himself, he realises that might not be why Eddie is here. Steve wipes his eyes quickly with his sweater sleeve and simply says his name. Well, at least that is what he tried to do, but it came out tangled in sadness with a single cupcake sprinkle of hope. This time something that for the longest time had seemed impossible happens. Eddie turns towards him, his eyes don't meet Steve's, but it is better than nothing. Maybe Robin was right; absence makes the heart grow fonder because Eddie never looked more radiant.

Eddie rubs at the back of his neck nervously, and they stand in silence for a moment, and Steve can see him do that shift of weight he sometimes does when he's anxious and doesn't that just stab Steve right in the guts. Of all the places, Eddie should be worried it shouldn't be within reach of Steve. He should feel safe here. Then Eddie makes a fist, raises it to his chest, and moves it around in a circle, and the next breath Steve takes feels like it is full of charged energy. He bends down to try to get into Eddie's eye line and signs the same thing back frantically, repeatedly, like his fist might wear a hole in his own sweatshirt. He signs back sorry, just as Eddie had done, and as if it had broken the spell, Eddie's eyes lift to his, and Eddie reaches out and stays Steve's hand, "Let's not start a fire, huh?" He says with a weak laugh, letting go of Steve, who can finally get out of this awkward position, and stands up and matches the half smile on Eddie's face.

"I'm sorry I acted like an asshole, Steve. I was hurting and wanted other people to feel it too, which was not cool. I-I didn't mean what I said, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for upsetting you. That was so shitty of me to do that. I'm not here for forgiveness. That's not why I'm apologising. I'm apologising because what I did was such a fucking bullshit thing to do. You didn't deserve that. You will never deserve someone to speak to you like that, Steve. Never." Eddie says earnestly, his eyes locked onto Steve's as he babbles.

Steve processes Eddie's words for a few seconds and tries to formulate a response, but he pauses to ensure this time, he only speaks with thought. Finally, he sighs and puts one hand on his hip, the other in use to animate his words. "Look, I understand why you might have been so angry, but you've gotta understand, Eddie, I didn't hide it from you. I know the scars matter to you, and if they were on my face, I'd feel the same as you, but I was just so happy you were alive, Eddie. I was so happy you were alive and moving around and talking that I didn't see them as important, and I'm sorry I didn't think more about it from your point of view. I was just so wrapped up in being around you again, and I didn't know they were easing you into it. If I had, I would never have helped you with walking like that" Steve is standing, but he may as well be on his knees begging, and unlike Eddie, Steve was hoping for forgiveness. Eddie interrupts him.

"What do you mean like that?" Eddie asks cautiously. A new expression fills his face, not a nervous worry, something more like dread.

"I mean basically leading you to the bathroom, you know, to the mirror. I don't regret helping you. Just where it ultimately lead, that's all," Steve tried to clarify quickly, shifting Eddie's expression to one of relief.

Eddie twists his rings around his fingers for a few seconds, just looking at Steve, and then tilts his head, "You got changed" a heat rushes to Steve's cheeks, remembering his brazen display earlier. Again, Eddie tilts his head to the other side, but this time a big closed-mouth smile spreads across his face. Like he knows he has Steve, all flustered.

"Yeah, well, I needed a shower after nearly ten minutes on this." Steve points to the bar above his head.

Eddie's eyes trail over Steve and then very quickly shoot up to the bar, "Can't be that hard if you can do it for ten minutes, Steve." Eddie says with a scoff stepping towards the doorway, and Steve knows he should step back, but he'll take his chances. "You do make it look so…easy," Eddie says smoothly, and before Steve can reply, Eddie has leapt up onto the bar, his hands gripped tightly around it, leaving Steve's eye line at Eddie's collarbone due to the height of the doorway, "So I guess…I just pull myself up now?" Eddie says with effort, making Steve laugh.

"Yeah, that's kind of the idea, honey," Steve says without thinking and mentally facepalms himself that his mouth appears to have no quality control department right now. He screws his eyes up, expecting the worst. For Eddie to let go and just march back into his room. But no sound of feet hitting the floor happens, no slamming of a door, no yelling, just a grunt of effort. Steve cautiously opens one eye, and he's now at eye level with the middle of Eddie's torso, and he looks up to see Eddie's grimacing but smug face hovering above the bar.

"Ha! Did it! See easy," Eddie manages to force out before letting go of the bar, and Steve immediately catches him before his legs take the brunt of the drop.

"Eddie! You need to be more careful with yourself. I know you've been making progress, but you can’t just make your legs take the brunt of everything. What if you got a strain, or worse, something broke?!" Steve blurts out like he is reprimanding one of the kids as he gently lowers him to the ground. Now it seems like it's Eddie's turn to get a little flushed in the cheeks and bothered. Eddie seems to want to say something, but nothing happens for a second, as if he has stalled. Instead, he slowly blinks at him, and Eddie may as well have hit him with an uppercut with how dazed Steve feels right now. Eddie bites his bottom lip, searches Steve's face with those Bambi-like eyes of his, and says with a smirk, "Sorry, babe, it's too tempting to get reckless when a hero's around to save me."

Steve realises his arms are still around Eddie, and he probably should let him go. Still, he also doesn't want Eddie to think he let him go because of what he said, because if anything, calling Steve a hero only made him wanna pull Eddie in closer, keep him safe forever from everything. Steve's heart whomps fiercely in its bony prison. One half of him is very much in camp do not rush this and screw everything up again, but another part of him has its foot over the accelerator, ready to head to camp I can't wait any longer to kiss this man. He takes a deep breath and goes with the very unromantic option, the truth. "Eddie," he says with a hard gulp, "I am very aware of the current, um, well, er, sort of, hold we are in, yeah hold, that's it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so I'm letting you know whatever you answer is absolutely ok" he swallows again, "Do you…er…um…want me to let you go?"

Eddie's eyes are opened so wide Steve can see the whites of them all the way around his dark pools of brown in the centre, but one corner of his mouth hoists up. His hands appear, as if from out of nowhere, on the outside of Steve's arms, running his thumb over them through the soft sweatshirt material, making Steve hate it for simply getting in between his body and Eddie's hands, "Well, Steve. Here is the thing. It's a yes and no, see." Eddie's eyes move over Steve leisurely, "On one hand, I really am enjoying the…er…accommodations here, but on the other hand, I am desperate to use the bathroom." His eyes move back to Steve’s, and their wild wideness has swapped for a softer look, his eyelids hooding over those deep pools of the most decadent dark chocolate irises, “So to compromise, do you maybe wanna hang out a little, once I’m, um, back? I solved your crossword clue, by the way.” He says with a small dopey smile and tucks a piece of paper into Steve’s pocket without looking away, “But I’ve got one of my own that has been troubling me recently, and I wonder if you’d help me with it?” Steve tries his best to listen, but it is really tricky when Eddie’s face is so close to his own. Suddenly struck with the inability to speak, Steve simply nods softly. Eddie's smile broadens, “Well, alright then, meet you back here in five,” he says, and Steve releases him from his arms and watches Eddie walk across the hall. As soon as he walks through the door on the other side, Steve rushes into his room, speed tidying the place frantically, spraying the room, so it smells nice, then he runs to the mirror and checks himself over. His eyes were still a little puffy from getting upset earlier, so he quickly splashes his face with cold water in the hope it would help. Then quickly runs a comb through his hair, moving the occasional strand, before adjusting his outfit, spritzing himself and finally fluffing the pillows on his bed.

“Steve?” He hears Eddie's amused voice behind him. Damn, this fucking hearing loss. He used to be able to hear Eddie jingling a mile away, but now he was like some silent ninja or something. Steve spins around and tries to play it off like he wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary with an awkward laugh.

“Just making it more suited for company”, he nervously half smiles. Eddie rocks back on his heels, looking like the cat who got the cream.

“Huh, is that why it smells like a department store perfume counter in here? For company?” Eddie teases gently, and the purr in his voice makes Steve tug at the neck of his collar.

“Are you warm in here? It feels kinda warm, doesn’t it?” Steve walks towards the window and, on arrival, remembers that this thing has never opened and feels like an absolute idiot, so he decides to commit to the bit and takes off his sweatshirt, only then remembering he only has a vest underneath because it was so warm today, but he wanted the comfort of the long sleeves earlier. Steve feels he is digging his own cringe-filled grave and can only imagine the ribbing that would be waiting for him when he finally has to look Eddie in the face again, but he is nothing if not committed. So he folds up his sweater and turns back to Eddie with a big smile, hoping it would cover this embarrassing sequence of events and gestures at a chair. Eddie looks at the chair and hops on the bed, shuffling back into the newly fluffed pillows, making himself comfortable by wiggling from side to side.

"No, I'm not warm at all, kinda chilly, actually. You coming down with a fever or something, Steve?" Eddie looks deadpan serious at Steve, and Steve tosses him his sweatshirt. Eddie catches it, pulling it to his chest, but instead of putting it on, he folds it up in his lap and gently puts it on the chair next to the bed, "Thanks, but, um, I really gotta be in the mood for fabric like that, and honestly, I'm sure I'll warm up soon enough" he says tucking his knees up towards himself, linking his hands around them and looking expectantly at Steve, who is unfortunately in a dilemma. He looks at the space on the bed next to Eddie. That's where he wants to sit, snuggle up next to him and use the heat Eddie has inspired in him to keep its muse warm. His eyes move to the chair next to the bed. That's the gentlemanly thing to do. That's their usual arrangement in Eddie's room. Still deciding, Steve goes to find another integral part of them hanging out, his crossword book and pencil. He can feel Eddie watching him around the room. He is taking too long to decide, and Steve knows he's making this more awkward every second that ticks by, even though he's trying his absolute damnedest to make this all look natural. Then something hits him, and it was a simple thing, this was Steve's room. Eddie didn't hold dominion here. Steve circles back around and hops up onto the bed with a jump, jostling Eddie a little. There is space for two, just about, maybe an inch or two between them at the shoulders, more space, the further down between their bodies he looked. 

"What book are you reading today, then?" Steve asks as he pretends to look for a crossword, but everything on the pages might as well be in Martian the way he couldn't concentrate on any of it right now.

"Oh, I'm not reading today. Wayne got me one of those books like you have," Eddie says, and though Steve isn't looking at him yet, he can hear the grin in his voice. Next, Eddie stretches out his long legs, and his hand plants firmly between their hips, which is enough for Steve to turn and look at him. Eddie has rolled onto his side towards Steve, fishing something out of his back pocket, but with Steve now turned to him, they are directly opposite one another, maybe an inch between the tips of their noses, and that tribal beat starts up again in Steve's chest, get ever louder. He wonders if Eddie can hear it, but it seems Eddie is having problems of his own the soft gaze that Steve first met as he turned has morphed into one of annoyance as he tugs on the book in his back pocket that won't budge. Steve doesn't miss the small smattering of pink that dusts Eddie's cheeks, making him chuckle softly.

"Here, let me," Steve says as he turns and reaches over Eddie to grasp at the book, tries to tug it from its denim prison, and realises it's the lip of the pocket itself holding it prisoner. Steve concentrates hard. His tongue presses against his lip as he uses his finger to push the fabric back where it should be retrieves the book, and places it in Eddie's hand before leaning back where he was. "Maybe invest in a looser pair of jeans, Eddie", Steve says, repressing a laugh.

"Or maybe not," Eddie says with a fake cough covering a giggle. Steve closes his eyes slowly, realising it is a set-up, and he'd been drawn in hook, line and sinker. It was a good move. He had to give Eddie his due. Eddie turns back, so he's sitting up on the bed, back against the pillows beside Steve. Eddie opens his book, pulls a pen from behind his ear, taps it against the paper a few times, and clears his throat, "You know, I asked Wayne to get me one of these because I, er, I enjoyed solving the ones you gave me. The clues aren't nearly as fun to solve as the ones in your book, though. Yours were, uh, much more fun to answer. Must be a different publisher, right?"

Steve nods and pretends to fill in a few answers on the page, and he heats up again, realising that he's been rumbled, and Eddie knows that those clues weren't from his book at all, "Very different yeah, probably independent or something" Steve adds.

"You got any more you need help with?" Eddie asks in a leading way. Steve tries to remember the ones he wrote down. He'd find the scrap of paper, but Eddie is right next to him.

"Yeah, there is one. The artisan hides compassion five letters," Steve says, as Eddie flicks to the back of his book, scribbles it down and pauses to think for a few seconds. In no time at all, his beautiful beaming face swings around to look at Steve, making his waves bounce about his face.

"Heart!" Then his excited expression melts a little into unsurety, "The answer is heart, right?" Steve pretends to fill it in.

"I mean, we'll see how the rest of the puzzle fits around it, but it's a good start. It fits just right so far," Steve says with a fond smile, setting Eddie's expression back to an excited one, "Did you say you had one you needed help with?"

Steve sees Eddie gulp, "Er yeah I did, it's er, yeah it's not as interesting a puzzle as yours, but I thought if I asked you, you might know the answer. The correct answer, you know? I thought I had the answer a few times, but I think I needed confirmation that it was right before filling it in" Steve laughs at Eddie's odd over-the-top introduction to a question.

"You could just use a pencil, you know. Then you can always erase it if you make a mistake?" Steve shakes his head with a smile turning to Eddie.

Almost too gently, he replies, "I guess I'm just not a pencil kinda guy. No regrets, right?" Steve looks at his pencil and thinks maybe it makes him look too indecisive, but Eddie quickly interrupts his thoughts, "Nothing wrong with a pencil, though, you know. It's much smarter, actually, and gives you room to make a mistake without ruining the whole puzzle, right?" He smiles at Steve, and his eyes sparkle in the light streaming through the window.

"Right" Steve smiles back and slowly turns his gaze back to his book for fear of getting totally dumbfounded looking into Eddie's eyes. Taking his attention from Eddie was short-lived, though. He feels the texture of his rings brush against his arm as Eddie rubs his own arms as if to keep warm. It was curious, those big silver rings Steve had always thought would be cold to the touch, and they were colder than Steve felt, but they would probably feel pleasantly warm to an average person, who wasn't a raging inferno for the guy next to them, "Still cold?" Steve asks, and Eddie nods a little, "I have other sweaters, you know, totally different fabrics. You could try them to see if one suited you better?" Steve worriedly asks as he goes to get up, and Eddie's hand reaches out to him, making him resume his position.

"No, I, er, I was thinking more…um.." Eddie huffs a laugh and wiggles over to Steve so their arms and legs touch, "this kind of thing?" Eddie looks at him through his eyelashes, and Steve would love to answer, but any language he knows has just left his person, so he wiggles back towards Eddie, whose chest expands as a toothy grin explodes onto his face. "Well, ok then. Cool"

"Yeah, cool, but, er, warmer, right?" Steve tries a lame joke making himself wince, but Eddie laughs all the same. It was possibly not because the joke was funny but because Steve had the audacity to say it out loud. Steve knows he's shaking his head in disbelief because now he's this close, his hair is resting on Steve's shoulder, and it feels incredibly soft. It takes all his resolve not to reach over and touch it or move it a little, so Eddie's handsome side profile wouldn't be obscured. 

He feels Eddie's leg shift next to his and thinks, what the hell, they're touching already, right? No time to be a pencil. So Steve lets his impulses win and gently tucks Eddie's hair behind his ear so that he can see his handsome face and heroic scars. He never really understood the whole Chicks dig scars thing until he saw Eddie's, but these were personal. Eddie only got these trying to save Dustin, keeping the gate clear, and maybe even giving himself, Nancy and Robin extra time. He was Steve's hero, no matter how much he played it down. Eddie stays very still and looks from the corner of his eye at Steve, "I couldn't see you" Steve says quietly and hopes it's enough. That sweet light dusting of pink litters Eddie's upper cheek, and that's when something occurs to Steve.

Eddie can make the big moves, he can flirt and make innuendos, and none of that phases him, doesn't make him embarrassed at all, but when Steve is kind to him or does something sweet like this or worries about him, Eddie can't handle it. So he tests the theory and tries out a lovely move he previously only used on the shyest of girls, even though Steve thought Eddie was the furthest thing from shy anyone could be. He puts his pencil behind his ear and lowers his hand, so the back of it brushes Eddie's, and although Eddie doesn't turn to him when he looks, the pink on his cheeks deepens. Then Steve does it, he crosses his pinky finger over Eddie's, and he watches the flush on Eddie's cheekbones flood his cheeks and parts of his jaw. Gotcha, Munson. Then like nothing had happened, Steve asks, "Did you say you wanted my help with something?" Steve sees Eddie blow out an exhale.

 "I did", he croaks out before clearing his throat, "I did, yeah" he puts down his book and reaches into his pocket for a torn piece of notepad, and Steve can see his fingertips are shaking around it. Eddie clears his throat again, but this time he straightens his posture to read the note like it was a performance, "Florida city whose name has three pairs of doubled letters, nine letters" Eddie bites his lips together but doesn't turn towards Steve. Maybe he shouldn't have embarrassed Eddie so much. The hair tuck was enough for a while. "Well?" Eddie asks, and he sounds a little impatient, and Steve is sure he's fucked something up now.

Steve runs the clue around in his head for a few seconds, but he's entirely distracted by trying to read Eddie right now, "I think it's Kissimmee", Steve spells it in his mind and counts the pairs of double letters, "Yeah Kissimmee" he says quickly. Then Eddie turns to him, his eyes even darker than usual. His pupils have expanded to an unnatural diameter, like a cat before it pounces.

"You sure about that, Steve?" Eddie rasps and shifts his weight onto the hand between them, turning himself to face Steve again, his eyebrows raised a little expectantly, "One hundred per cent certain that's your answer?" Steve is confused, but Eddie's attention on him like this was frying all the cognitive circuits he had left. Then something Steve had basically trained himself into spotting happens. Eddie's eyes glance down at Steve's mouth. Oh shit. Of course, Kissimmee…Kiss I me...Kiss me. Jesus Christ, this is happening. It's happening. Do not freak out. You've got this, Steve. Eddie must acknowledge the realisation on Steve's face as he nods with a low chuckle.

Steve shuffles closer and, in a whisper, confirms, "Yeah, the answer is definitely, one hundred per cent, absolutely, without a doubt, Kissimmee". All Steve can see right now is Eddie's beautiful face, but he feels a hand on his shoulder. Slowly it slides up his neck to rest, holding one side of his face, the thumb gently caressing his cheek. He feels the fingers of his other hand become interwoven with Eddie's. Eddie leans in but stops just short of contact. Steve is sure a well-timed shudder could bridge the gap but tries to remain patient as the tribal drum beat in his chest pounds fast and wild for Eddie. They must be sleepily looking into one another's eyes for seconds, but it feels like an eternity. Steve squeezes Eddie's hand in silent impatience, making Eddie smile. "Hold your horses, stud. It's too nice a job to rush", Steve feels his face flush with heat, "Gotcha." Eddie purrs with a Cheshire cat-sized smile before pulling Steve's face to his, destroying the space between them and creating their first earth-rocking kiss.

#steddie #steddie fan fiction #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie fan fic #steddiefanfiction #steddiefanfic #madaboutmunson #madaboutmunsoncrypticcupid #eddie munson #steve harrington

[juless27]

It was Divine: Chapter 3

Chapter one

Chapter two

Summary: While the girls are at their slumber party, steve and Eddie are having a significantly more dismal night

Words: 2.5k

A/N: Since last chapter was entirely ronance this one is entirely steddie. Gonna get back to the half and half next time :) enjoy!

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Chapter Three

Eddie had no idea what to wear. He supposed he could call Robin at Nancy’s, but he really wasn’t about to endure both girls’ teasing for god knew how long. Since when did he care so much about what he wore to Steve’s? Since Robin and Nancy bailed, a voice answered. He would be alone with Steve all night. No Robin to have knowing glances with, no Nancy to be their impulse control. Just Eddie and Steve. Steve and Eddie. Or it would be just them, if Eddie could decide what to goddamn wear.

After three more outfit changes, Eddie settled on black jeans and a clean Metallica tee. Then he spent 20 more minutes deciding if he should wear his black leather jacket or not. It did sort of complete the outfit, but also it was like 80 degrees out. Plus he always felt warmer around Steve. No jacket, then. His hair routine alone took just as much time as putting together his outfit. In the end, he looked like he always did just cleaner and nicer. Eddie wondered if Steve would notice the extra effort he put in. He wondered if he wanted Steve to notice.

After he dropped the girls off, Eddie sped off to Steve’s. He was simultaneously excited for and dreading this night. If he could make it through without embarrassing himself in front of his crush, he’d call it a win. Eddie peeled into Steve’s driveway and parked the van next to Steve’s car.

He retrieved his lunchbox from the back, just in case, and jogged up the steps to the front door. He knocked. Waited. Knocked again. No answer. Now what? Eddie glanced through a window. The lights were all off, no Harrington to be seen. Steve was expecting him, right? Maybe he thought Eddie wasn’t coming since the girls had bailed. Steve was home, though. His car was here. Eddie turned the door knob. It was unlocked. He let the door swing open by itself.

“Stevie?” he called out, hesitant to step over the threshold. Only silence answered him. Fuck it. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Eddie set the lunchbox on the floor, walking further into Steve’s house.

It wasn’t until he got to the kitchen that he saw evidence of Steve. Not in the kitchen itself, but through the sliding glass doors to the backyard. The lights outside were on. The glow from the pool reflected, turning the space blue and fluid. And there was Steve, his back to Eddie, sitting with his feet in the pool. He didn’t turn when Eddie slid open the door, though he must have heard it. He didn’t look over until Eddie had sat next to him, sliding off his shoes to let his feet dangle in the water.

Eddie nudged his shoulder against Steve’s, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Steve answered. His voice was unnaturally quiet and raw, like he hadn’t spoken all day. Or like he’d just been crying.

“Are you okay?”

Steve shrugged. Eddie could see the dried tracks of tears down his cheeks, illuminated by the blue pool lights. Eddie had never been good at knowing what to do when people cried. Too often his theatrical nature got in the way. Most people didn’t want a show when they were upset.

He remembered waking up in the hospital after everything. The way Robin had immediately burst into tears, talking a mile a minute about how they almost lost him. Steve had been crying too, he thought. Quieter, but still crying. He remembered being too tired to do anything but put his arms around them both. He remembered being surprised when Nancy had joined the embrace, too, her arms around Steve and Robin, her head tucked next to Eddie’s. Sometimes, he thought, silence was okay. Actions speak louder than words, son, his uncle’s voice said in his head.

So Eddie mustered up all of his admittedly small volume of courage and wrapped his arm around Steve’s shoulder. Eddie wasn’t sure what he expected Steve to do, but he immediately leaned into Eddie. After a moment, Steve let his head rest on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie tried not to breathe too hard, not wanting Steve to move. They sat like that for a while.

“Three years ago, I threw a pool party out here. I mean, it wasn’t really a party I guess. Just me, my asshole old friends. Nancy. And her friend, Barb. It was the same day Will went missing, but we didn’t know that at the time. There was a lot we didn’t know back then,” The words spilled out of Steve almost like he couldn’t help it. Like he needed to tell someone.

“Nancy will tell you a hundred different reasons, but that night was what broke us. I mean, there was other stuff, too, but that was the start. My friends had started to go home, and I took Nancy upstairs. I don’t think her friend even crossed my mind at the time. I just figured she would be fine. She was sixteen, she could get a ride home. I told Nance as much. I wish I hadn’t, now. So Nancy and I went upstairs to…well, you know. And Barb…” Steve was crying again, his shoulders shaking. Eddie held him tighter. He knew what had happened to Barb. Not fully, but she had gone missing and never returned. And when someone went missing in Hawkins, it usually meant one thing. Still, he felt almost like Barb’s fate hung on Steve’s word. Like if he didn’t say it, it wouldn’t be true.

“Barb died, Eds. Right here in my backyard. Or well, down there I guess, but here. That thing took her. I didn’t even know her name. I didn’t care. I remember telling Nancy after that she was probably sick, that’s why she wasn’t at school. Nancy was so worried about her. And I just… didn’t care.” Steve made a helpless gesture with his hands and Eddie felt something break within him at seeing Steve like this.

Eddie couldn’t reconcile this version of Steve with the one he knew. The Steve he knew would give his life for a stranger. The Steve he knew cared. A lot. Maybe too much, sometimes. But Eddie loved that about him. He wasn’t Steve without that.

“That’s what he would show me, I think. Vecna. If he got me. I’d see Barb. And Robin, probably. It’s my fault she’s involved in all this. It’s my fault Barb died.”

Steve was silent after that. Eddie didn’t have to think before he said, “No it’s not. You said you didn’t know about all,” he made a vague gesture with his free hand, meant to indicate the Upside Down and related elements, “that. How could you have known anything would happen to her? The only thing at fault here is what killed her.”

Steve sniffed, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew me back then.”

“Maybe not. But I didn’t. I know you now. And right now I’m telling you to trust me when I say you are not to blame for what happened. For any of what happened. Not to Barb, or Robin, or anyone,” Eddie felt like he was begging Steve to believe him. And maybe he was. He hated the idea of Steve blaming himself for something that wasn’t his fault. He wanted to take Steve’s face between his hands, to kiss him until Steve knew that he was kind, and caring, and good. Wanted to hold him until Steve saw himself the way Eddie did.

Steve didn’t respond, so Eddie kept talking, “It’s like this. Would I have ever been involved in all this if Chrissy didn’t come to me looking for drugs? No. But I don’t blame her for that. Neither of us had any idea what was really going on. It’s neither of our faults. It’s Vecna’s. Wholly and undoubtedly his fault.”

“And if it had been you who died?” Steve asked. “Would you blame her?”

“No. Even if it had been me who died, I wouldn’t blame Chrissy,” Eddie hesitated, then continued, quieter, “Sometimes I wish it had been me.”

“Me too,” Steve admitted.

It was shitty. There was no other word for it. Because here were two twenty year olds, ready to take on the rest of their lives, and here they were wishing they weren’t. And sure, sometimes Eddie wished Chrissy had gone to someone else, wished he could go on living his life, oblivious. But then he thought about all the people he wouldn’t know. Robin, who had been such a big part of his life. Nancy, the smartest goddamn person in this world. Steve. Good, kind, perfect Steve who smelled like Fara Fawcett hairspray. So sometimes, Eddie was grateful for it. He would go through that shit a thousand times if it meant he got to know these people.

“If Chrissy hadn’t come to me, though, I wouldn’t know you.”

“That’s true.”

“I would do that Upside Down crap a million times to know you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve let out a laugh, wet with tears, and Eddie felt him lean even closer.

“I would do it a million times to know you, too, Munson.”

And Eddie knew how Steve meant it. But still, he let himself pretend, for just a moment that Steve felt the way Eddie wanted him to.

It wasn’t the first time Steve woke up to screaming, and it probably wouldn’t be the last if he was being honest with himself. But there was absolutely zero time to analyze the downward projectile of his life because there was only one other person in the house that could be screaming right now and that was Eddie. Eddie had stayed the night after all the stuff out by the pool. Steve had set him up in the guest bedroom down the hall, after a movie and an indeterminate amount of weed smoked between the two of them.

Steve was out of his bed and stumbling down the hall before he had a half coherent thought that he maybe should have put a shirt on but too late for that because he’s at Eddie’s door. He opens it cautiously and then all the way at once when he sees the other boy. Eddie is sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, and his whole body is shaking with sobs and every single thought that isn’t Eddie Munson exits Steve’s brain.

Steve approaches Eddie slowly, scared that he’ll tell Steve to go when Steve needs to be here with him. He kneels in front of Eddie on the floor and hesitantly places a hand on one of Eddie’s knees. After a moment, Eddie looks up. He sniffs, rubbing his tears away with the back of a hand.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

Steve is already shaking his head, “Don’t apologize. It’s okay.”

Eddie looks unconvinced (and he’s still crying) so Steve continues, “Seriously. The first time, I didn’t get a full nights sleep for months.”

Steve squeezes Eddie’s knee, then lets go to sit beside him on the bed, close enough to feel it when Eddie leans ever so slightly towards him but not close enough to know it wasn’t just the bed dipping under Steve’s weight. “Do you want to talk about it?”

It’s a minute or more before Eddie speaks, so Steve isn’t entirely expecting it when he says, “I saw her. Chrissy. I don’t always dream about her, but those ones are the worst.”

Steve hates himself for the feeling of jealousy that creeps up his throat. He tries to convince himself that Eddie would feel the same if it was him who had died like that instead of Chrissy. He fails. Eddie loved Chrissy as more than a friend, and he certainly doesn’t feel the same about Steve.

Steve shifts closer to Eddie, until their legs are pressed together. He leans in and away, a gentle nudge, “I’m sorry, Eds. Really. I wish I could tell you it gets better. It does, a bit. But three years later I’m still having nightmares.”

Eddie just nods.

“Can I get you anything? Water?”

“Nah. Just… will you stay, for a bit?” Eddie turns his face away, refusing to meet Steve’s eyes.

“‘Course.” I’d do anything for you, is what Steve doesn’t say. He’s tired, but not that tired, thank god. Steve flops back on the bed. Eddie left the blinds open, and the lights from the pool reflect on the ceiling. It’s nice, calming. Or it would be, if Steve could stop thinking about that night.

“Do you mind if I close the blinds?”

“Huh? Oh, not at all. Knock yourself out.”

Steve snorts as he gets up to pull the blinds. He lays back down, and this time Eddie reclines next to him. Steve can smell his hair. It smells familiar, but he can’t quite put a finger on it. It just smells like Eddie.

Steve turns to face Eddie, “You okay?”

Eddie laughs humorlessly, “Are any of us?”

Steve sort of wants to laugh at that, but it’s too goddamn sad. Will they ever be okay? And if they aren’t okay, how can the kids be?

Eddie’s arm nudges his, effectively stopping Steve’s spiral before it really begins, “I’m fine, Harrington. I mean, I’m not great, certainly, but I’ll live.”

Steve turns his head to look at the ceiling and changes the subject, “You remind me so much of Robin, sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah? How?”

“If she had, like, double the confidence she actually possesses you’d probably be the same person.”

“Ah, but my confidence is fake.”

“Really?” Steve is genuinely surprised. Eddie always just seems so… Eddie.

“Fake it til you make it, Stevie.”

Steve rolls his eyes at the nickname and thanks the darkness for concealing his blush.

“Well, then give some of that fake confidence to Robin. Maybe then she’ll actually ask Vickie out like I keep telling her to.”

“Who’s Vickie?”

“The girl Robin has a crush on. They’re in band together.”

“Ah.”

Steve looks over at Eddie, “Robin hasn’t mentioned her to you?” For every five words Robin speaks at least two of them are about her crush. For all the time her and Eddie spend together, Steve would be shocked if Robin hadn’t gushed about Vickie at least once.

Eddie shrugged, “She probably did. Don’t tell her this, but sometimes I sort of tune her out. Just smile and nod at the appropriate parts. I love her, but fuck she talks so. Much.”

Steve laughs as his heart shatters. I love her. “Yeah. She does.”

And maybe it would be different if there was a chance for them. He could be happy for Robin, if she liked Eddie back. He could be happy for both of them and shove down his feelings and never confess. But there’s not. Which somehow makes it hurt so much more that Eddie is so clearly in love with her. That Eddie just so casually confessed to being in love with her. Because Robin could never love him back like that and Eddie could never love Steve like that and where does that leave them?

End Note: Eddie’s hair smells familiar to Steve because he also uses Fara Fawcett spray :)

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #ronance #fruity four #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steddie #stranger things fanfiction #the fruity four #robin x nancy #it was divine

[bettsfic]

just letting you know i "watched" stranger things as background noise, caring about no one in particular, and am currently counting the minutes until the eddie pov fic lmao

god i know the feeling anon. i truly thought i was going to escape the grasp of the internet boyfriend du jour but i'm so weak for trashy performative extroverts in ongoing states of crisis. i didn't stand a chance.

here's a snippet for you (this is in the backstory timeline right before eddie gets busted for jacking cars. also they're the same age in this fic. cw underage flirting??):

In July, he ran into Chrissy at a gas station while he was filling the tank of a Nissan Sentra. She was with a couple friends and they were getting slushies. When she saw him, he assumed she would pretend not to know him, just go on with her friends, but of course she told them she’d be back in a minute and bounded over to him. And he couldn’t just leave, because the gas meter was still running. 

“Hi,” she said. He even remembers what she was wearing: a hot pink shirt, short, with a strip of tan stomach showing, crimped hair in a scrunchie, cutoff jean shorts that showed even tanner legs. Clearly she’d been spending time at the pool. And he couldn’t help but notice she had tits now. But he really, really tried not to stare. 

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the car, mind racing trying to figure out how to explain why he, age fourteen, was driving a brand new Nissan Sentra. “How’s your summer been?”

“Great. My birthday was last month and we went to Aruba. What about you?”

Aruba. He didn’t even know where Aruba was. He ran a hand over his buzzed head. His dad insisted on it, said it would be harder to identify him in a line-up, but the second Eddie had a chance, he was going to grow it out. “Busy.”

Chrissy glanced around. “Are you here alone?”

He couldn’t figure out a lie fast enough. “Yeah.”

“You can drive?”

“I know how to drive, if that’s what you’re asking.”

She gave him a mischievous smile. “Are you driving illegally, Eddie?”

“Uh. Yeah.”

She shoved his shoulder. “Edward Munson, you bad boy.”

“What can I say,” he said, breathing a little easier knowing she wasn’t freaked out, “gotta break the rules sometimes to get from point A to B.”

The look she gave him then confused him, left him thinking about it for days—she bit her lip, slid her hands into her back pockets which pushed her chest out a little, threw him this faux-innocent glance. Years later, he would figure out that was her “if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to turn into the most annoying brat you’ve ever met” look, but at the time he had no idea what to make of it. 

“I’d love to go on a joyride sometime,” she said. 

“If the cops pull us over, you’ll be in trouble.”

She tilted her head. “Maybe I like a little trouble.” 

He got the sudden intense urge to push her against the Sentra and shove his tongue in her mouth. Thankfully before he could lose the battle against his impulses, her friends called her over. She shouted she’d be right there, and then said to Eddie, “But really, call me. We should hang out, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, certain she was just being polite, because she was a nice girl and that’s what nice girls did.

“See you,” she said with a little wave, and ran off. He overheard one of her friends say, “Why were you talking to Eddie Munson?” like his name was a curse word, and Chrissy replied more harshly than he’d ever heard her speak: “He’s my friend. Do you have a problem with that?” and the girl backed down.

#dirtbag

[clusterbuck]

19 for the fic starters!

oh look, another prompt fill that got wildly out of hand

19. "in my defence, i really wanted to."

thanks for the prompt!!

"in my defence," buck says, punctuating it with his beer bottle before taking another long drink, "i really wanted to."

"buck," maddie groans. "that's not—you can't just—god, who raised you?"

"you did," buck says, and raises his bottle in something resembling a salute.

"are you sure about that?" she asks. "because i'm pretty sure i didn't raise you to go around kissing people against their will."

"it wasn't—" buck starts, and sighs. "for a second there, i thought it wasn't. against his will." he tries to think back to earlier that night, that moment in eddie's kitchen, but it's starting to get a little fuzzy around the edges.

"okay, so—tell me exactly what happened," maddie says, and through the beer-soaked haze, buck realises he hasn't actually told her the full story yet. all he'd done was let himself into maddie and chimney's apartment, grab two beers from the fridge, flop dramatically onto the sofa, and start chugging the first beer.

"we gave you that key for emergencies, buckaroo," chimney had said.

"it is an emergency," buck had insisted, already uncapping the second beer. "i kissed eddie."

"well then," chimney had said, grinning. "i'm going to, uh, check on jee-yun. have fun!" and with a kiss to the crown of maddie's head, he'd ducked out of the room, leaving maddie to deal with it.

"i don't know what happened," buck says now, flopping against the back of the couch. "like, okay, yeah, i really wanted to. like really wanted to, maddie, you have no idea."

"i mean, i've seen the two of you together, so i feel like i have a pretty good idea," she says, hiding her smile behind her cup of tea.

"but like, that's not new," buck says, ignoring her teasing. "i basically always want to kiss eddie. but it's fine, it's whatever, i've learned to live with it, you know?"

"so—was something different tonight?" maddie asks carefully.

"no? yes? i don't know," buck says, and takes another drink. "just, there was a moment where i thought maybe—" he cuts himself off and shakes his head. "no, it's not like that. i know it's not like that and i did it anyway, god, he probably hates me—"

"buck," maddie says, interrupting his oncoming spiral. "look, i still don't know exactly what happened, but i'm pretty sure hell freezes over before eddie ever hates you."

"climate change is a bitch," buck says. "hell could be freezing over as we speak."

"i'm still pretty sure he doesn't hate you," she says. "as in, i don't think he's constitutionally capable of it. but tell me what happened?"

"okay, so, we were in the kitchen, talking about—christopher's school project, i think? and i mentioned that i had looked up some stuff so i could help chris with it, and he just—god, maddie, no one's ever looked at me like that before. so i just... kissed him."

"and was he... into it?" she asks, and lets out a laugh. "wow, i feel like i'm back in high school. hey, do you like-like him?"

buck groans, grabs the nearest throw pillow, and covers his face with it. "maddie, you know i do," he whines into the pillow.

"okay, okay, sorry," she says, but she's still laughing. "so was he? into it?"

"do you think i'd be on your couch if he was?"

"so, what, you just bailed?"

"pretty much, yeah," buck mumbles, still speaking into the pillow. "for a second it seemed like maybe, but—then he—and i—i just... left before he could say anything."

"buck, you didn't," maddie says. "you didn't even give him a chance to explain himself? or explain yourself, for that matter?"

buck sighs. "if i don't let him say the words, i can—i can pretend i still have a chance. with him."

"why are you so sure it's going to go down the way you think it's going to go down?" maddie asks.

"he looked really freaked out," buck mutters.

"you're really freaked out right now, and you wanted it," maddie points out. "maybe he was just surprised."

"or maybe he hated it, and i just ruined the best friendship i've ever had with one impulsive move," buck says, and drops the throw pillow so he can look at maddie. "i don't want to know. i prefer limbo, thanks."

"yeah? and what are you going to do at work?"

"i haven't thought that far ahead yet," buck mutters. "we're not on shift tomorrow."

"perfect," maddie says. "then you can go talk to him tomorrow."

"what did i just say, maddie?"

"i'm overruling you," maddie says. "i'm your big sister, i have a moral obligation to tell you when you're being stupid. you can crash here tonight, but tomorrow you're going to talk to him if i have to drive you myself. i will turn the child lock on, don't test me."

--

as it turns out, however, maddie's chauffeuring services aren't necessary. the next morning, buck startles awake on the couch to the sound of maddie's doorbell ringing.

"buck," maddie hisses at him from where she's looking through the peephole. "go brush your teeth."

"what? why?" buck mumbles, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"because i have a feeling that when you look back on this moment, you won't want the memory to taste like morning breath."

"i—what?" buck asks. he's not awake enough to try and parse out what maddie means.

"just go, buck!"

he stumbles into the bathroom, and as he pulls the door closed he can hear eddie's familiar greeting from the direction of the apartment door.

god, not now, he thinks. he isn't ready—hasn't had time to think about what he's going to say, or to steel himself against the inevitable rejection.

he stays in the bathroom until he's pretty sure maddie is two seconds away from coming in to drag him out herself, then heaves a sigh and heads into the kitchen like a man walking to the gallows.

eddie is sitting at the kitchen table, his hands curled around a cup of coffee. he looks up when buck enters, and for the first time in years, buck can't read eddie's expression.

he doesn't think eddie looks mad, though, which—

"i'm gonna give you guys some space," maddie says, and ducks into the bedroom.

"hey, buck," eddie says, and his voice still has all the warmth and affection it usually does.

"hey," buck says. he moves in the direction of the table, but eddie gets up before he can sit down.

"listen, about last night—" eddie starts, and buck cuts him off.

"i'm sorry," he says. "it was stupid, i shouldn't have—"

"—buck—" eddie tries to interrupt, but buck keeps going. he needs to get this out; he would have preferred limbo, but now that they're here, he needs to rip off the band-aid and be done with it.

"—i know you don't—you're not—it wasn't—"

"—buck," eddie says again, then he's taking a step forward, and another, until buck is forced to move backwards. another step, and buck is boxed in against the kitchen counter.

buck swallows. "eddie? what are you—"

"what i should have done last night," eddie says, and leans forward until their lips meet.

eddie's hand is on his waist, and the other one comes up to cup his cheek. eddie's lips are warm on his and buck can taste the coffee on his breath, and buck—freezes.

"buck?" eddie asks, pulling back with a frown. "are you—i thought—"

"i—what about yesterday?" buck asks. everything in him is screaming to give up the questioning and go with it, but he has to know. "you looked—i thought you didn't want—"

eddie huffs a soft laugh and rests his forehead against buck's. "i want," he murmurs, a reassurance and a promise. "you just took me by surprise, is all."

buck breathes a sigh of relief, surprised when all that comes out is air and not the butterflies that have taken up residence in his insides. "sorry," he says. "and sorry for running. i just—i panicked, when i thought i'd fucked up."

"you didn't fuck up," eddie says, and this time it's buck who leans in.

kissing eddie feels like he's been doing it all his life, and like it's the one thing he's been searching for this whole time. he knows eddie's every expression, his every mannerism, and kissing eddie feels like learning a new dialect of a language his soul is fluent in.

minutes pass, or it could be hours, and the only things that exist are the counter he is leaning against and eddie's body pressing him into it.

until a door opens somewhere behind them, and he hears chimney's familiar groan.

"look, i'm happy for you guys, i really am," chimney says, and when buck reluctantly detaches himself from eddie and turns to look, chimney is scrubbing his face with both hands. "just—there are two other apartments you could be doing this in. there are so many places you could be doing this that aren't my kitchen."

eddie looks down, like maybe he's a little embarrassed, but buck just laughs. "we'll get out of your hair," he promises, and leaves an obnoxiously sloppy kiss on chimney's cheek as he walks past. "tell maddie i love her!" then he's laughing as he tugs eddie out of the door with him, and by the time they get into the elevator and buck corners him against the wall, eddie's laughing too.

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