#Steddie first kiss

[jewishrat420]

No one has ever flirted with Steve the way Eddie flirts with Steve.

And it's not like no one flirts with Steve. God, no, it's not like no one flirts with Steve. Steve can't walk into the grocery store without at least three sets of heads turning and focusing all their attention on him.

And he's not even trying to be cocky about it. That's just the reality he was gifted when he came out of his mother's womb looking like the world's freshest Adonis. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if they changed the colloquialism to "Steve."

Regardless. For as many people like to flirt with him, make themselves known, filtering in and out of his orbit like willing planets, no one knows quite how to get him going like Eddie. Maybe it's that they're not as confident as he is, maybe they're scared of the rejection Eddie was born facing and will die knowing.

Maybe they're scared of ruining their chances. Maybe Eddie isn't.

For whatever reason, Eddie doesn't seem like he's scared. Even though there was a long time before he knew Steve was bi, was just as into the flirting as Eddie was, even though there was a chance (not like it'd ever happen, but the unknown was there) that Steve could have beaten him up just for calling him "sweetheart," he did it anyway. He got right up into Steve's space, close enough that Steve could get high off the remnants of the joint he'd smoked earlier, and gave him a look that offered everything.

And, God, Steve wanted it. He wanted it all.

And so that began months of what Steve has so aptly referred to as torture. Apt, because he knows what it's like. He has the scars and the fear of ice cream and needles to prove it.

But this... this is a different kind of torture. Mental, emotional, spiritual, whatever you call it-- this is meant to tear him apart from the inside out, meant to make him want to rip his own bones out from his body and offer them to Eddie if it meant the other man making a fucking move.

And Steve would, is the thing. He would absolutely make the first move-- it's what he usually does, anyway, and he's got a pretty damn good success rate for it.

But, for whatever reason, this feels different. This back and forth they have, the constant teasing, the sliding in and out of each other's orbits, unable and unwilling to refute the most fundamental laws of gravity... it's something special, at least to Steve. Something sacred.

Which is why, when Eddie calls Steve "Harrington" for the first time in months, his first response is to pout.

They're about halfway through splitting a joint, the sweet smoke curling around wisps of hair and parted lips and filtering in and out of the holes in their sweaters. The air outside is getting colder, thinner, sharper, as the winter months dreg on. But inside the trailer, it's comfortable and warm. Safe.

Steve's being a bit of a hog, and he's man enough to admit that. But he had a shitty day at work and all he wants is to feel nothing other than the weightless relaxation of a good high buzzing through his bones. Sue him for taking a little more than his fair share of the good stuff, even if it is Eddie's.

"Steve," Eddie whines, reaching his hand out and curling his fingers in request. "Give it over."

"No," Steve responds, just on the edge of whiny. He brings the joint to his lips and takes a long, slow, deep drag, feeling the sweet heat of the smoke burning in his lungs, taking up the space where oxygen should be. He goes a little dizzy with it, feels his eyes lower. "Mine."

Steve can't see it, but he knows Eddie's rolling his eyes. Can sense the shift in the air, can sense every little fucking thing about Eddie at any given moment.

"C'mon, Harrington, you're being a brat."

And, normally, Steve would find another aspect of that sentence to freak out about. Would zero in on the word brat and relish in the flare of heat it sends shooting up his spine like firework sparks. Would squint his eyes at Eddie and tilt his head in the way he knows makes him look good, would give him his cutest little smirk and say, "Who, me?" and would preen in the response it gets.

This time, though, he's much too focused on the other name Eddie used for him. The one he hasn't heard come out of Eddie's mouth since before he realized that Steve was, as he put it, "actually a good dude."

He doesn't realize he's pouting until the sudden silence in the room starts to creep in, make a home in the buzzing in his ears. He didn't realize that he didn't say anything, and neither did Eddie, and now they're sitting in a mess of their own making. Of Eddie's own making, really.

His next words come out without effort, without intent.

"Don't call me that."

He chances a look over at Eddie, at the risk of appearing as vulnerable as he feels, and to his distress, he can't get a read on the man. His dark eyebrows furrow, brown eyes squinting slightly, and his lips part like he wants to speak. He licks them. Steve's eyes follow the motion unintentionally.

"Call you what?" Eddie says on an exhale. "A brat?"

Steve shakes his head. "Harrington. Don't like it when you call me that."

Eddie kind of softens, then, and Steve didn't realize he had stiffened until he isn't anymore. He sort of sinks into the couch, spreads his legs imperceptibly wider, and Steve wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the way his left knee brushes against Steve's just barely. Just enough for those heated sparks to send a couple pinpricks across his skin.

"No?" he says, looking over to meet Steve's gaze. His cheeks are flushed, whether from the weed or the heat of the room or the heat between them, and Steve's sure that his look the same. "What do you want me to call you, then?"

Steve's definitely blushing now. He looks away from Eddie, tucks his chin to his chest, lets the joint between his fingers burn away. Eddie takes it from him, gently, and brings it to his lips. Steve hears the paper crackling as he inhales.

His voice is quiet, almost meek, when he speaks. It's completely unlike Steve, completely unlike the persona he used to so proudly take on-- but then again, Eddie is completely unlike anyone that Steve has ever met. He's more real, more human, and in turn, Steve is too.

"...You know."

Eddie makes a little noise, then, something in the back of his throat that was born and died within the very same second it was released. Something soft, almost pained, like his body couldn't help the reaction it had to that sentence.

Steve watches the thin, long line of Eddie's arm reach forward and press the joint into the glass of the ashtray. He follows the motion until Eddie's hand settles into the rips over his knee, fingers intertwining with the thread. His pinkie is dangerously close to Steve's own sweatpant-covered skin, and he feels the contact as if Eddie were touching him.

Eddie's hand twitches like it wants to move, and Steve resists the urge to grab it, hold it within the warmth of his own palms.

"Do I?" Eddie says, his voice quieter than it was a moment ago. That thick silence fills the trailer once more, settling in between the soft buzzing of the lightbulb in the kitchen and the muffled humming of the crickets outside. Steve hears Eddie take a stuttering breath. "Tell me."

Steve sighs, feeling his chest burn as his heartbeat picks up. His throat pounds with the pulsing of it. He places his own hand on his right knee, pinkie finger edging closer and closer to the space where Eddie's meets his. Eddie's hand twitches again.

"Like it when you call me sweet things," he says on an exhale, as though getting it out all in one breath would make it easier. "Like how it makes me feel."

Eddie lets out another one of those noises, then, something more like a cut-off groan. His hand curls into the fabric of his jeans for no more than a second before he releases it, and Steve gets to watch as the blood blanches and then returns to his knuckles.

"Sweet things, huh?" he muses, voice only slightly strained. If Steve didn't know any better, he'd say Eddie is nervous. "Like... Stevie?"

Steve hums. "Yeah. I like that."

Eddie's pinkie moves closer. Barely. Imperceptibly, if not for the way Steve is tuned into his every movement, like a dog to the sound of their owner's keys.

"Yeah?"

Steve hums again.

"What about... sweetheart?"

Steve closes his eyes. Lets out a shaky breath, inhales a smoother one.

"Yeah."

Steve feels something brush against his pinkie. Something warm.

"Honey?"

Steve nods, biting his lip. "Mhm."

Eddie lets out a quiet little laugh. "Even big boy?"

Steve returns it helplessly, feels the edges of a smile pulling at his lips. The air feels cold on his teeth, as though he's burning up from the inside out and anything outside of his own body is a cooling salve.

"Especially big boy."

Eddie laughs a little louder, and the jostling of his body brings his pinkie even closer to Steve's. Completely pressed against his own, now.

Steve swears he can feel his heartbeat through it. Or maybe it's his own.

"What about..." Eddie takes a breath. "Love?"

Steve's own breath hitches. He opens his eyes, looks at where their skin is touching in more than one place. He feels it, feels every point of contact where the cells that make Eddie are existing with the cells that make Steve. Wonders, maybe, if they stay here long enough, if they'll merge and mold over time. Become one.

"Yeah," Steve breathes. "I like that one a lot."

Eddie hums, and the room falls back into silence for a moment. Steve's skin burns where their fingers are touching. He moves his hand to the right, just barely, just enough to let Eddie know that he feels it. Just enough to ask Eddie if he does, too.

His response is overwhelming.

Eddie moves his hand to the left, solidifies all the points of contact between them, and Steve feels like he's exploding. Feels like a bubbling pit of lava that's set to burst, to overflow, like it can't hold back anymore. Like it's tried for so long that it's hurting, now, pressurized and boiling and hot, way too fucking hot.

And then, Eddie crosses his pinkie over Steve's, and Steve thinks he's dying.

He takes in a sharp breath like it's the last one he'll ever get, and he doesn't even have it in him to be embarrassed about it. He knows Eddie is right there with him, knows he's not the only one feeling this irrefutable pull like gravity between them. Knows, hopes, it's only a matter of time before they collide.

Eddie hums again. He taps his pinkie once over the smallest of Steve's knuckles, almost like he's making a decision. He takes a long, slow breath before he speaks.

"You know which one's my favorite?"

Steve's throat clicks. "Which?"

"Look at me."

Steve turns his head to the right for no more than a second before Eddie's lips are on his.

It's hungry, it's indulgent, it's immediately addictive. It feels like breathing.

Eddie presses his whole body against Steve's, and he can feel the way his tendons flex where his hand is covering the back of Steve's. Where their pinkies meet, their fingers intertwine and cross over one another like the roots of a tree, their bodies the whole mycorrhizal network.

The next word is spoken against Steve's lips, and Steve can feel the way his mouth forms around it. Decides, from this moment on, that he never wants to hear it another way.

"Baby."

Steve's exhale is more of a moan, a dying sound that, like Eddie's before, lived for only a moment in his throat before pushing through the wall of his lips. Eddie takes it, holds it in his own mouth, swallows it down hungrily and slides his tongue against Steve's as though asking for more.

"That's--" Steve pants, getting his hands on Eddie's hips and pulling until he's seated in his lap. "Mine too."

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, his lips still pressed against Steve's. Their words are muffled against each other, but they don't need to hear them to understand. They only need to feel the outline of them, the shape of the consonants and vowels against and around each other's tongues. They only need to press their bodies together and know, intimately, the meaning in each other's hearts.

"Yeah. Want you to call me that forever."

This time, Steve feels Eddie's laughter against his lips. His chest. Feels it bubble up in the space between his ribs, feels it flow into his mouth like a river, swallows it down like the first glass of water after a run. Feels his own creep up behind his teeth in return, gives it back to Eddie like an offering, who takes it greedily. Hungrily. Gratefully.

"Think that can be arranged, baby."

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #absolutely no idea where this came from #but it's here #first kiss #mutual pining #flirting #steddie first kiss #teasing #steve harrington is down bad #eddie munson is down equally bad #idk how to tag things

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie and Steve were the last ones still in the RV when they got back to Eddie's trailer to face Vecna. Eddie decided to be a little shit. He puckered his lips at Steve.

"Need a little kiss for good luck, Harrington?" Eddie asked, closing his eyes.

Steve shrugged. He cupped the back of Eddie's neck and kissed him. Eddie's eyes snapped open before they fluttered close, and he wrapped his arms around his neck, pressing his lips against Steve’s. Steve slipped his tongue in, gripping Eddie's hips, and drew him closer. Eddie curled his fingers into his hair and moaned against his mouth. Steve broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"I'm not a girl," Eddie blurted.

"Yeah, I hope so or otherwise, I'm going to have to ask what's growing in your pants," Steve said, feeling Eddie's hard on pressed against him.

"Weed," Eddie blurted out again, and Steve laughed, giving him a quick kiss. "I didn't know that you liked guys."

"I like both," he replied.

"Yeah, both. Both is good," Eddie whispered and kissed Steve.

And that's how Eddie Munson figured out he also liked guys.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #a baby ficlet if you will #steddie first kiss #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #bisexual appreciation

[pizzaqueen]

What’s that? Another first kiss ficlet from me?? Just over 500 words of fluff

“When was the last time you kissed someone?” Steve pauses, then adds, “Or were kissed.” Because there’s a difference. At least, Steve thinks there is. He’s usually the one doing the kissing but there have been a few times when he’s been kissed and… It’s definitely different.

“What?” Eddie looks up from where he’s rolling a joint, brow furrowed. “I don’t— Huh?”

“Kissing.” Steve leans on his elbow, propping his head on his hand. “When was the last time you did it.” He thinks a moment. “No, the last time you were really good and properly kissed.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know…” Steve lifts one shoulder. “Just the last really good perfect kiss.”

“I don’t know.”

“If you don’t wanna talk about it…”

“I just don’t know.”

“Really?”

Eddie looks at Steve for a moment then rolls off the bed, going over to fiddle with the stereo. “Yeah, really.”

And that’s not right. Eddie should know when he was last kissed. He should be kissed all the time. By Steve, preferably.

Steve goes over, leaning back against the dresser so he can look at Eddie, but Eddie isn’t looking at him. Shit. He kicks Eddie’s foot and says, “Hey, man, it’s cool.”

Eddie sighs, ejecting a tape and switching it over to the other side. He looks at Steve. “It’s been years since I kissed anyone, okay, and it was… It was the wrong person. It was awkward and…” He shakes his head. “Not really a lot of opportunity for me to kiss the right kind of person in Hawkins.”

Oh. Steve has wondered. Mostly at the back of his mind, but… The way Eddie doesn’t talk about things like kissing, or dates, or sex makes sense. Well, he doesn’t talk about them in specifics. It’s always vague. “That’s not right.”

“What?”

“I mean, you should be kissed.”

“Why?”

“You just should be.” Steve leans a little closer, heart beating hard.

Eddie presses play and crosses his arms over his chest. “You got any volunteers in mind?”

“I might.” Steve looks at Eddie a moment, then he reaches out, curling his fingers around Eddie’s wrist, tugging until Eddie unfolds his arms. “But it depends how you feel about the person I’m thinking of.”

Eddie looks over Steve’s face, searching, and then he says, “I don’t— I don’t wanna be wrong about this,” and Steve slides his hand down until he’s palm to palm with Eddie. Eddie makes a choked little noise and laces his fingers with Steve’s. He raises his brows in question, looking at Steve so open and hopeful that Steve’s chest squeezes tight.

So, he pulls on their joined hands, raises his other to cup Eddie’s face, and softly, gently kisses him. He kisses him and kisses him, the way Eddie should be kissed, the way he hopes—is pretty sure—Eddie wants to be kissed. And then Eddie brings his hand up to Steve’s face and then Eddie is kissing him. And it’s so so good.

When they part, Eddie licks his lips and says, “Today.”

“What?”

“That was the last time I was good and properly kissed.”

Steve smiles and says, “It won’t be the last time,” and he kisses Eddie again.

#steddie #Steve x eddie #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #wrote this in like 20 minutes when I should’ve been working on my WIPs lol #but I forgot that I dreamed this the other night and wanted to write it down lol #or like half dreamed it #Steddie first kiss #pizzaqueenfic

[wheatnoodle]

AH okokok. instead of steddie having their first kiss bc steve is curious about kissing boys, i say they have it bc eddie is curious about kissing steve

bro he has the king steve sitting next to him. he’s sitting on a couch that he knows countless girls have sat on before, been brought right back to this very spot. and he remembers the rumors. steve harrington the tease, steve harrington the playboy, steve harrington the slut

and he’s stoned! he can’t help that his little pea brain wants to know if some of the rumors are true. if he really is as good of a kisser as everyone says. so he just asks him for “the steve harrington special”, says it like he’s putting in an order at a restaurant.

“steven. stevie. steve.”

“hm?”

“i would like to order one steve harrington special, please”

and after a brief explaining about what the fuck eddie means by that, steve shrugs, leans in, and doesn’t even hesitate before kissing him. exactly the way he would a girl. all pecks and teasing nips before pressing in, tilting his head and deepening it. a hand goes to eddies hair and he grabs where he normally knows girls’ ponytails sit and eddie opens his mouth to gasp and that’s when he slips a lil tongue action in there.

eddie’s shocked. and horny. steve is way too cocky. (luckily eddie is more skilled at other things than steve is)

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #steddie #steddie fic #steddie hcs #steddie first kiss #first kiss

[pineapplenstuff]

Soooo...this was fun. Enjoy.

#steddie #stranger things fanart #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie first kiss #steddie fanart #my fanshit

[aprilclementine]

can’t get the thought out of my head that Steve had come to terms with his feelings before Eddie did, and it’s so obvious to everyone except but Eddie. touching and holding him at every chance he gets, spending all his free time with him, and then the daydreams start. Steve even starts getting high with Eddie, just to be with him more, and the weed just seems to elevate his day dreams.

One lazy night, the boys are up in Steve’s room, laid out on his bed, passing a blunt between the two of them as they stared up at Steve’s ceiling. finding comfort in the presence of each other, Steve had reached for Eddies hand that laid between him, and laced their fingers together. The boys would throw out comments between moments of silence, (Stevie, this wallpaper is a f-cking eye sore).

Steve had turned on his side now, watching Eddie inhale deeply, the way his cheeks hollowed, and rounded out again as he held the smoke. He watched as Eddie closed his eyes, letting the weed burn in his throat, and rolled his head out over Steve’s pillow, to blow the smoke up towards the ceiling. Steve hadn't even realized he was white-knuckling the sides of his jeans with his unoccupied hand.

Steve closes his eyes, moving to lay on his back again. He needs to get his breathing back under control, because right now, the only image he can see behind his eyelids is Eddie between his legs, jaw locked, like he cant stop giving him head, lips stretched out around Steve’s big-

Steve shakes his head, willing himself to open his eyes. He turns his head, just as Eddie is mindlessly holding out the blunt for him to take. Steve takes it with a shaky hand, glad Eddie doesn't notice, as he brings it to his lips, taking a long drag, letting it out with a sigh.

"What's on your mind, sweets?" Eddie had asked, eyes closed, free hand drumming his fingers over his torso.

Steve paused, taking another hit, counting in his head before he released. "Just thinking about how I've never chain-smoked before, I'm so new to all this."

Eddie let out a quiet laugh, "Chain-smoke? Steve, do you mean shotgunning?"

Steve looked at Eddie, pout evident on his lips. "What? What's shotgunning?"

Eddie was now reaching for the blunt in Steves hand, "Can I just show you?"

Steve had nodded slowly, turning his body to face Eddie. "Course, you can, is it like when you blow out those O-shaped rings?"

Eddie shook his head, letting go of Steve’s hand, sitting up on his knees, Steve’s eyes following him closely. Steve watched as Eddie put the blunt in his mouth, holding it in place, as he moved closer to Steve, pushing his shoulder back so Steve was laying on his back again.

Steves mouth fell open slightly, as Eddie slowly put a leg over his thighs. Steve looked up at Eddie with pleading eyes, as Eddie leaned over his torso, and used a hand to hold Steve’s jaw in place, as he used his thumb to drag his chin down, opening Steve’s mouth more, before moving said hand to lay flat against the bed, right beside Steve’s head.

Eddie used his other hand to pull the joint out of his mouth, brows furrowed slightly, as he held the smoke in his mouth, before he leaned in and released the smoke in Steve’s open mouth.

Steve, who had seemed to have slipped into a state of shock the second Eddie put his hand on his jaw, was brought back to reality as he felt the burn of the smoke hit the back of his throat, and the faintest touch of Eddies lips against his. Time moved in slow motion for Steve, as if Eddie had let his lips linger on his for a beat too long, before Eddie was sitting up slowly, as Steve turned to the side blowing the smoke out.

Steve had to close his eyes again, to make sure he wasn’t having some super vivid weed-induced daydream. But, when he turned towards where Eddie sat, opening his eyes again, being met with Eddies intense gaze, looking at Steve as if he was pondering something. Eddie sits up a little more, holding the blunt out to Steve. “Wanna try now?”

Steve had to dig his nails into his palm until he was sure he had drawn blood, before he replied. “Can I?” He asked as he grabbed the almost roach, from Eddies hand.

Eddie nodded simply, leaning back on his palms, as Steve sat up. “Lay em on me, big boy.”

Steve had let out a soft laugh, at the nickname, trying to ease the nerves. He brought the blunt to his mouth, inhaling deeply, moving it away from his face, as he leaned into Eddie.

Steve’s mind was racing, no way this was just straight-bro activites, no way, he could never have imagined Tommy H partaking in shotgunning with him, so Steve hesitated, didn't even let his lips slightly touch Eddies, as he blew the smoke into his mouth.

Steve couldn’t even grab Eddies face, and he so badly wished he could've, he wanted to grab Eddies face, and keep their lips pressed together, passing smoke back and forth. Steve wanted to discard of the blunt and grip Eddies hair so he could pull on it roughly, and hear the sweet sounds he would make for Steve, and Steve only.

But, Steve hesitated. Steve hesitated because Eddie was straight, and they were just two friends, just doing what friends do, apparently.

Steve pulled back as soon as the last of the smoke left his mouth, looking for any sign of regret on Eddies face, as blew the smoke out of his mouth with a sigh.

"You did it wrong, Harrington." Steve looked at Eddie, confused as Eddie sat up straigth again.

"Let me show you how it's actually done."

"Eddie, the blunts practically all filter now, you won't even be able to-"

"Steve, give it to me." Steve handed over what was left of the blunt, to Eddie, putting his hands up in defense.

"See, Eds, theres no way-" Steve cut himself off watching Eddie pinch the end, as he brought it to his lips, inhaling, as he used his other hand, to grab the side of Steves face, and pull Steve so close to himself, their chests were flush with eachothers, and Steve was worried eddie could hear his rapid heartbeat.

Before Steve could even give it another thought, Eddie was slamming his lips into Steves, if Steve hadn't been so shocked by the sudden action he wouldve realized there was little to no smoke in Eddies mouth to begin with.

Steves body finally caught up to his brain, and he deepened the kiss, bringing one hand up to the nape of Eddies neck, and the other gripping his waist. Eddie hummed against Steves mouth, and hooked his other arm around Steve, still holding his face in the other.

Steve was the first to pull away from the kiss. “I wish I would’ve started chain smoking sooner.” Steve said in between breaths, as Eddie moved lower to kiss along his neck.

Eddie sighed sitting up, rubbing at his temple. “Steve, it's called shotgunning. SHOTGUNNING!”

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i have had this short thing in my drafts for a week now and have been so busy trying to perfect the bartender Steve rockstar Eddie fic, and juggle work and school. but!!! winter break is soon so i hope you enjoyed this little thing before i can get back to my longer posts!

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

So all the kids are gathered at Steve's for Easter!! And they think it's just a dinner. Until Eddie excuses himself and Steve claps his hands and tells them all to head to the backyard.

They all groan, loudly, and Steve sees Eddie's legs freeze as he's heading up the stairs. He stands there for a moment and then runs the rest of the way up, his legs disappearing as Steve frowns and claps louder.

"Hey! Dipshits!" All of their eyes land on him, his hands slam down onto his hips.

"We spent a lot of time. And a lot of fucking hard work, putting this together for you guys. So get your little asses outside!" He points over their heads, scowls as they all slump toward the door.

"And be excited about it!" He calls, and to their credit they perk a little, El the only one looking genuinely excited.

Steve follows them, smiling when he hears them all gasp when they go through the door. Steve leans against the door frame and watches them take in all their work.

Mostly Eddie's, if Steve's being honest. He'd done most of it. Planned it, drawn it out, bought most of the supplies. And then he, Steve, Robin, and the rest of the older kids, had gotten together and helped with the rest. All of them following Eddie's directions as they cut, and pasted, and nailed, and laughed, as they all turned Steve's backyard into the perfect easter quest.

All the kids follow the arrows Steve had chalked on the ground, it leads to their weapon selections. They all gasp and laugh as they scrounge around the piles of cardboard and plastic weapons. There's clothes too, everything arranged in sets, really.

Steve smiles when Dustin and Erica immediately try to switch hats because, and he quotes, "this matches mine and this matches yours lets just switch 'em."

Steve moves to correct them, Eddie had given them all very specific directions, but before he can say anything, Eddie's disembodied voice floats out the window above them.

"I'll allow it!" Steve smiles when Dustin whirls around and looks at the window.

"Are you coming down?" He calls, as Erica switches their hats, snatches Dustin’s off his head and plops hers on him. He lets her, doesn't react at all, except to straighten the hat, as he stares at the window.

"Momen- ah no! Momentarily!" Eddie calls, Steve frowns when he hears a crash above him. But smiles when he hears Eddie scrambling around. Dustin looks to Steve, narrows his eyes.

"You know what he's up to." He accuses. Steve shrugs, walks towards them at all, slaps the bill of Dustin’s cap as he walks past.

"No shit Sherlock. It's my house." He grins, turns and walks backwards, and then disappears behind one of the giant cardboard cut outs scattering his yard.

"Steve? What the hell? What are we supposed to do?!" Dustin shrieks, his voice nearing glass breaking levels.

"I think we're supposed to read this." Will supplies, holding up the little notebook that had been tucked inside the wizard robes he'd pulled on. The kids all gather round him, El practically bouncing in place next to Max. She's wearing a plastic bow and arrow set. Max is dressed with a reworked Wonder Woman costume, rope of truth twirling around in her hand.

"To Will the Wise, and any who be brave enough to venture further. A golden treasure awaits. If you can find it. And if you can survive the trip.

Good luck children. Let the hunt commence!!"

They look around the backyard, arrows scattered around, marking their path. The cardboard cut outs creating small forests and bogs, and caves, and caverns, and on the left, a huge, shining door. And all the way in the back corner of the yard, the mouth of a cave that looks to be full of dragons gold.

The kids all beam, even Max. As they settle all their weapons and costumes, and set out on their quest.

It goes swimmingly, Steve's the first stop. He's dressed like a knight, he'd been lost in the woods, for years, his armor tattered and rusting. He joins them in their quest, bringing along a secret key.

Robin is next, she's dressed like a witch in the bog. Comes creeping up behind them, grabs Mike and makes him scream bloody murder. She cackles as he stumbles backwards, and smiles wickedly as Steve steps foward, he hands the key to Will.

"Take this, keep it safe." He whispers, conspiratorially, and Will smiles, nods solemnly and tucks the key into his robs.

Steve and Robin fight to the death, both of them dramatically falling into a heap together on the ground.

"No!!! Sir Harrington!!" Lucas yells as he falls. Max grabs Lucas's shoudler, falls against him dramatically.

"It's too late. We've lost him!" She cries, letting her head fall to his shoulder.

"We must go on! For Sir Harrington!" El calls, a little awkward, but with feeling. They all look to Will, he nods, solemnly, moves his staff in Steve and Robin's direction.

"We shall never forget you, Sir Harrington. We thank you for your sacrifice." He says, tosses a handful of shredded paper he pulls from his robes, and they move on.

Jonathan and Argyle are some kind of strange two headed monster in one of the caves. They have riddles for the kids, Dustin and Erica solve them with enthusiasm, their voices shouting as Argyle tells them they may pass. They step aside, and as they pass, Jonathan calls,

"But WATCH OUT!" And then he and Argyle disappear behind their cut out again.

They unattached themselves and go and join Steve and Robin to watch the rest. All of their feet dangling in the pool as they watch, smiles on their faces as the kids work their way through the maze.

Nancy is a warrioress, she's got a bow and arrow to rival Athen, and she joins their party, rescuing Chrissy from her crumbling tower near the dragons cave. She joins them as well, pretends to faint whenever they come across anything remotely frightening, Nancy catches her. Max and El giggle everytime, hands tangled together, both of them huddled behind Lucas.

Steve stands as they approach the dragons cave. Walks slowly toward it, staying off to the side. But he had to see it. Had been waiting to see what Eddie had come up with all week.

The party walks up to the cave, slowly, all of them crouching, their weapons drawn, huge smiles on off their faces and they whisper giddily together. They take a few steps closer and fog begins rolling out of the mouth of the cave. Steve smiles, leans against the nearest tree, arms crossed over his chest.

He watches Lucas push Mike forward a bit, he squawks, does a panicked little turn and then takes another step toward the cave. He glances back towards the party, brows furrowed as they all wave him forward. Eddie uses his moment of distraction to jump through the mouth of the cave with a growling yell.

Mike startles backward, falls into Dustin’s arms as they all yell and laugh as Eddie pounces forward. Steve snorts into his hand when he sees him, finally getting eyes on his entire costume.

Eddie has clearly mutilated a large bunny costume. The sleeves are gone, it's been died a deep red, and he's drawn scales all across it. It has one ear missing, having been replaced by what looks like large ribbed horn.

Eddie has used his many sets of stage makeup to draw scales all down his arms, and across his face and neck. He's got a set of fangs now as he growls at the kids, and a pair of terrible clawed gloves hang off his hands.

"Do we have to kill it!?" El yells, hiding behind Lucas again as they all continue to laugh as Eddie rages in front of the cave.

"We could ask it nicely for the treasure!" She says, and Steve sees Eddie falter a bit, a smile on his face before he growls and scowls again.

"That won't work!" Dustin yells, then immediately turns to Eddie.

"Would that work?" He asks, seriously. Eddie snorts, covers his mouth and frowns.

"No! That won't work!" He growls.

"Defeat me or die!" He yells, and then bares his teeth again.

"Can we share it!?" El yells over Lucas's shoulder.

"El we have to kill it to get the treasure! Which better be candy Edward." Max tells her, then levels her eyes with Eddie. He freezes, his hands held up by his chest like a confused dinosaur. He tilts his head.

"I think sharing is a good idea." Will says, looks at El, nods encouragingly.

Steve watches El look around the party, they all give her small smiles, Eddie's head twitches to the side as he watches them. Nancy and Chrissy both nod at El.

"Worth a shot. Maybe this dragon has a soft spot." Chrissy smiles, looks at Eddie. He scowls at her and then startles back a step when El approaches him. He growls, low in his throat, and she holds her hands up, not the way she used too, to use her powers, but like she's telling him it's okay.

Steve watches Eddie melt a bit more with each step she takes. She moves her hands to the ridiculous fake claws, gently slides them off his hands, he whines in his throat, clearly having decided to lean into this new development.

"It is okay." El says, softly, as she slides the other claw off, taking Eddie's hands in hers. He frowns down at her, shakes his head once. Steve bites his lips as he watches El take him apart.

She reaches up, pushes the horned hood back off his head.

"We can share the candy. If you would like." She pokes at Eddie's fake fangs and he spits them out sadly, licks his lips aggressively, making El laugh.

"Would you like to share the candy with us?" She asks, big eyes looking up at him. And that's what does it, Eddie slups, his shoulders drooping, as he nods.

"Aww hell. Why not." He huffs, then ducks back through the cave mouth. The party all crowd around El, shouting and wooping, and then Eddie bursts back out, black plastic cauldron held high above his head.

"Behold! My treasure!" He yells, and then dumps the cauldron over, raining down gold coins on the party as he cackles.

They all scramble for the coins, shoving them in their pockets.

"Is this it?" Mike whines, when they have the coins all sorted. Eddie crosses his scale clad arms, cocks his brow at Mike.

"What if it is? The quest not enough? You need a whole a fucking cauldron of gold all to your self Wheeler?" He asks, eyes wide. Mike slumps a little.

"Because if so. You're in luck." He says, voice still grumpy but his eyes are twinkling. The party perk up, looking for all the world like a group of prairie dogs, Eddie moves his head to the side, eyes locked on the kids. And then he breaks the moment.

"There's more treasure in the cave." He jerks his thumb over his shoulder and walks away and the kids all scramble toward the cave.

His eyes land on Steve, still leaning against the tree, still smiling as he watches him walk over. The kids all screaming and fighting over the candy in the cave.

"Should we be worried about that?" Steve asks, lifting his chin toward the cave.

"I'm sure it's fine." Eddie grins, doesn't look behind him to check. Chrissy and Nancy smile as they pass and Steve hears Chrissy say,

"El sounds like she really wants that candy." As a high pitched shriek rings through the yard. Nancy sighs beside her.

"That was Mike." She says, both of them laughing as they take their own seats near the pool.

Eddie bounces on the balls of his feet as he stands beside Steve, and Steve can feel the residual energy vibrating off him.

"Have fun?" Steve asks, bumping their shoulders. Eddie nods, enthusiastically.

"Yeah. Yeah it was great. Had a different ending in mind. But that girl..." he trails off, shakes his head fondly.

"Yeah." Steve agrees. Eddie's warmth seeping into his side.

"Her ending was better." Eddie says, glances at Steve with a smile. Steve smiles too, lets them sit in silence for a bit until he glances down and sees Eddie's feet, clad in the bunny feet of the suit he's got on.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Steve breathes, a laugh in his throat.

"Hmm?" Eddie hums, looks over at him fully now.

"This." Steve curls his finger in the front of the fabric and shakes it a few times, Eddie looking down and then back up.

"What the fuck is this?" Steve asks again, laughing for real this time. Eddie bats at Steve's hands, but keeps his hand on Steve's wrist when he doesn't let go.

"It's a... bunny.... dragon? Dragon bunny? I dunno one'uh those." He laughs, shrugging as he grins at Steve.

"Okay sure." Steve smiles, shrugs, curls his finger tighter, unable to let go, he fights the urge to tug Eddie closer. Wants to pull him close, wants to know what Eddie's lips feel like against his.

"Follow up question." He says, eyes on Eddie.

"Uh huh? What?" Eddie asks, his mouth hanging open just so, making Steve feel a little crazy.

"Why?" Is all Steve says. Eddie laughs then, a real, from the chest, laugh. His head tilted back so Steve has a perfect veiw of his throat, though it's currently done up with scales. Though, Steve thinks that's just making him want to touch it more. When Eddie stops laughing, he just looks at Steve, for a long moment, before a grin curls his lips, dimples his face.

"What?" Steve asks, uncertain now, a grinning Eddie is always a wildcard.

"You really wanna know why?" He asks, face scrunching. Steve nods, smiling now too. Eddie turns around, shows his back to Steve, and bounces his butt up and down a few times as he looks over his shoulder at Steve.

"I liked the tail." He says, completely straight faced. Like he hadn't just shaken his ass at Steve.

Steve laughs then, falls back against the tree, the bark digs into his skin but he doesn't care, because Eddie has turned around again, is facing Steve. Is looking at Steve with this dreamy look in his eyes.

It's a look he's seen before. Several times before. But normally when Steve catches him, Eddie looks away, always going a deep shade of red.

But Eddie doesn't look away this time. He swallows hard, and he does go red, but he keeps looking. His eyes wandering over Steve, his chest, his arms, down to his feet and then back up again. He sighs when his eyes land back on Steve's face.

So Steve smiles. He takes a deep breath, coming down from his laughter, and takes a step toward Eddie.

"This was really nice of you ya know? To do for them." Steve says, his hands reach out, gently move to Eddie's hips. Eddie's breath shakes.

"It wasn't just for them. It was for all of us. Ya know?" He shrugs a little, his hands shaking at his sides. Steve tilts his head, nods slowly.

"Yeah. It was still nice. Guess Chrissy was right." Steve shrugs, Eddie brow furrows.

"The dragon does have a soft spot." Steve says, moves one hand up to Eddie's chest, rests it right over his heart.

Steve watches Eddie melt again, his face doing acrobatics, flickering between a smile and a frown and then his lip trembles and Steve can't take it.

He presses forward, kisses Eddie, soflty. Smiles into the kiss when Eddie makes a little surprised noise, his hands slapping against Steve's back, moving down to his hips, his fingers curling into the loops of Steve's jeans. Steve pulls back, rests his forhead against Eddie's.

"You kissed me." Eddie breathes between them, his hands are hot on Steve's hips, and he can feel him trembling.

"Yes I did. Is...that okay?" His chest flutters with uncertainty, but Eddie's fingers squeeze into his hips like he's afraid Steve is going to disappear, and Steve knows he has nothing to worry about. But Eddie confirms it anyway.

"Yeah. I mean shit Steve, I-" he cuts off, leans back a bit, so that he can look at Steve, properly. He's got that dreamy look in his eyes again, but it's softer now, he reaches up, moves his fingertips over Steve's face, tucks a stray hair up into his hairline with a smile.

"What? What are you looking at?" Steve asks, his hands move over Eddie's arms, tugging him closer and then curling around his wrists when Eddie settles his hands against his chest. Eddie bites his lip, shakes his head, and laughs.

"Just you. And I dunno... it's funny I guess?" He shrugs, looks at Steve, eyes wide and honest. Steve sighs, he's so gone on this guy.

"What's funny?" He asks, his own head shaking. Eddie laughs again, sounding giddy.

"Just... a knight and dragon. Ya know? Who'd've thought?" He shrugs again, fingers pressing into Steve's chest. Steve tilts his head to the side, looks at Eddie for a moment, moves his hand down over Eddie's arm, his fingers dancing over the crimson scales Eddie had drawn there, his heart racing as he touched the boy in front of him, finally.

His hand cups Eddie neck, thumb moving gently over the scar on his cheek. He pulls him closer, pressing their chests together. Steve nods, licks his lips.

"I would. I've been thinking about it a lot, actually." Steve breathes, smiles when Eddie presses forward, his nose brushing Steve's as a whine escapes him.

"Really. You've been thinking about me?" Eddie asks, and he sounds so small. Steve nods, wraps his arms around Eddie's waist swiftly and turns them, presses Eddie agaisnt the tree.

"I can't stop thinking about you Eddie. You're all I think about. All day long." Steve sighs, his head resting on Eddie's again. He feels Eddie's fingers scrambling against his shirt nervously.

"Nerdy freak shit 'an all?" Eddie asks, his body trembling agaisnt Steve's. Steve nods, looks at Eddie with longing.

"Oh all that shit just makes it worse." Steve breaths a laugh, wraps his arms around Eddie tighter. He lets out a little sqeak and Steve pulls back, just a bit.

"I think about you too. All the time." Eddie says in a rush, his hands moving to Steve's shoulders, fingers curling into his soft grey sweater. Steve nods, slow, as he leans back into Eddie's space, his lips brushing Eddie's as he whispers,

"I know you do princess." Eddie whines again and surges forward, kissing Steve fiercely.

It's clumsy, and it's messy, and it might just be Eddie's first, or second, kiss. And just that thought makes Steve's entire body thrum with excitement. Eddie pulls back awkwardly, pats at Steve's shoulders, like he can't keep his hands still.

"I um-" he coughs, clears his throat.

"I'm a dragon. Not a princess." He says, but there's no heat in his words, and his eyes are sparkling like maybe he could be, maybe he could be Steve's princess.

"Do you wanna be both? For me? A knight needs both ya know? A dragon and a princess. Maybe mine just happen to be one and the same." Steve whispered these words between them, like a secret, but the light in Eddie's eyes just burns brighter. He nods again, quick, his hands moving to Steve's neck as he licks his lips.

"I think I'd like that." Eddie sighs, Steve smiles, his heart fluttering when Eddie smiles back, crooked grin dimpling his cheeks.

"I'd like it too." Steve presses his lips to Eddie's again, softer, slower, letting Eddie enjoy it, letting him learn.

And then a wolf whistle rings through the air and they break apart, the kids cheering as they throw golden chocolate coins into the air, the teens by the pool whistling and laughing as Eddie hides his face in Steve's shoulder. Steve laughs and holds him close, protecting his dragonly princess from the teasing of their friends.

#HAPPY EASTER GUYS!!!! #i hope all of you who celebrate it had good days!!! #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #fates endless inkwell #fei #my writing #mine #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #holiday fic #steddie first kiss #inexperienced eddie munson

[shares-a-vest]

@steddie-week Day Three: First Kiss

TW: hospital setting, mild descriptions of injuries and medical care.

Steve reaches Eddie's hospital room and smiles.

Not just because he can actually make it there today by himself. Not just because yeah, they'd survived and were gonna be okay. Eventually.

Eddie is sitting up, propped against a mountain of pillows, his hair sprawled across them like raven tendrils. He looks better than he did yesterday, even. Since Steve was last here, hustled away by his nurse, Dot and Robin before dinner time, Eddie has clearly been cleaned up a little.

Not that it matters to Steve, really.

It's just that a lot of dried blood is gone, only superficial marks and brushes visible, the worst of it contained under bandages. The clump of blood and gunk matted into the left side of his hair is gone too, finally washed out by someone.

He looks comfortable and a lot more like himself today.

Eddie smiles back and gives the faintest wiggle of his fingers.

Steve shuffles towards him, stepping carefully along in his hospital slippers and socks combination, trying not to wince as he goes due to the cuts on the soles of his feet.

The wheelchair he was given by the nurses assigned to them in the bowels of Hawkins General where they are tucked away from everyone else being treated after 'the earthquake', sits discarded just outside the door of Eddie's room. He's thankful today that he doesn't need it, finally free from that dang IV he was constantly getting tangled up in.

He can sit closer to Eddie now - which is all he wants.

"Hey, Steve," Eddie says as he reaches the chair. His voice is still strained, throaty and quiet.

Steve balls up his fist and extends his arm, "Look, no drip today."

"Lucky bastard," Eddie teases, a small laugh turning into a cough.

Steve braces himself at the sound for a moment, but Eddie waves away his concerns, gesturing for him to sit.

It's a struggle, his back is killing him, but he manages to drag the chair as close to the bed as possible. He props himself against the edge, leaning forward.

All Eddie can do is turn his head towards him.

"Henderson's mom forced him and Wayne outta here for a while," Eddie says.

Steve chews his bottom lip. He knows this. Dustin gave him a rundown of anything and everything, rushing into his room just after breakfast to announce his temporary departure like Steve was supposed to stop it. Selfishly, he is glad everyone is gone for a bit. It means he can just sit, be with Eddie and hold his hand, something that he reaches for the second he gets settled in his chair.

Mostly, he really just doesn't like everyone fussing around him. Plus, he hates the thought of Robin and Dustin (especially Dustin, the poor kid) sitting around in uncomfortable, hard and cold hospital chairs when they have the choice to leave and sleep in warm beds of their own.

Steve looks down at his hand intertwined in Eddie's. His nails are cleaner too, though he isn't sure who would have made them so. Maybe Robin. The second they'd arrived at the hospital, it was like a switch flipped in his best friend and all she could do was focus on dirty clothes and stains and dried blood like a mother chastising her kid for walking into the house with muddied boots. And there was still the obsessing over bats and rabies as if Eddie wasn't on the verge of dying in Steve's arms.

He grips Eddie's hand tighter at the thought and feels a squeeze back. Steve rubs his thumb over Eddie's, moving in soothing circular motions as something to focus on rather than their respective shallow breathing and the beeping of machines still surrounding the bed.

Just as he sets about a steady rhythm that calms him, Eddie begins lazily lifting his arm. He touches his hand to Steve's cheek, gazing at his now very obvious and scratchy stubble.

"You need a shave, Big Boy," he chuckles, leaving his hand lingering.

"So do you," he counters, enveloping his hand again and bringing it to his lips.

He barely kisses Eddie's scraped-up knuckles - more, he holds his hand to his mouth, the contact alerting him to just how dry his lips are. He'll have to remember to ask Robin to bring his chapstick, though he loathes asking her to go fetch something else from his house. He knows these past few days he has been a total pain, bordering on being a nightmare patient as he barely sleeps and insists on sitting with Eddie at every opportunity.

Eddie flexes his fingers, his forefinger digging into his cheek, or at least trying to at the angle Steve is clasping his hand.

"What?" he laughs and promptly clears his throat.

"When are you gonna kiss me for real, Stevie?"

Eddie smiles so wide it exposes a dimple on his right cheek and stretches the bandage taught on his left.

Steve leans against their tangled fingers and looks him over.

As soon as he was first allowed in the room (okay, he had forced his way in with his wheelchair and some frantic begging as Robin and Nancy unsuccessfully stopped him from vacating his own bed) he was by Eddie's side, holding his hand. When he finally woke up, Steve had been all teary, not caring about the display in front of Eddie's uncle who, at that point, he'd only filled in on everything via a hushed conversation over an unconscious body.

And ever since they have been like this, sitting as close as their separate medical needs allowed, holding hands and gently soothing each other. Talking quietly.

Comforting each other.

And yeah, some of that has involved some not-so-subtle flirting and knowing glances - alone in Eddie's room or not. Dustin sure wasn't being quiet about his gawking, to the point Robin joked that at least the twerp wouldn't be bothering them about their relationship from now on.

He huffs as he braces himself to move upright - he'll have to do the heavy lifting here. He squares up, actually taking Dot's advice to steady himself first so as not to strain his back or hurt his feet further. There was some instruction in there too about not exerting himself to regulate his breathing but right now his breathing is a tad laboured, his heartbeat rising as he leans in closer. He ungracefully lowers onto his elbows, hesitantly relinquishing his hold on Eddie's hand.

"Ow," he grumbles, pain shooting up the backs of his scraped-up arms.

Eddie manages to close the distance and grips his left bicep a little too hard so he has something to anchor himself sideways.

It's soft - featherlight, even.

Eddie's lips are as dry as his own, creating a sticking sensation as they part just as quick.

Eddie flops back onto his pillow with an uncomfortable groan while Steve collapses back in his armchair, legs giving way entirely. The chair scraps on the scuffed linoleum as he white-knuckles the armrests, momentarily fearful he'll tip backwards.

"That was nice," Eddie hums, closing his eyes.

Steve smiles.

It might not have been perfect, and more like a fleeting touch than any kiss he has ever had, but as Eddie laces their fingers back together, Steve knows there will be more to come.

lmao, I wrote this all out and then realised it was basically just a sequel to THIS. I really do only have three ideas in my pea-brain rotating like a rotisserie 😅

#steddieweek2023 #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie first kiss #steddie ficlet #let's see if tumblr doesn't go all weird and not show my posts in the wider tags today grrr

[tears-and-smiles-ao3]

In His Space

Steddie, rated T, cw: smoking

Eddie was driving him insane, sucking hard on a popsicle while leaning on the counter of Family Video.

His leather jacket squeaked against the wood, and each tiny suck noise rattled around Steve’s brain like a pinball machine.

It was infuriating how Eddie could do this to him, yet the thought of sending him away wasn’t an option.

They’d been friends since spring, when Vecna had once again tried to take over their town, and now hanging out just seemed like a normal thing to do.

Sure, they didn’t have much in common except their shared experiences of the Upside Down, but when everyone in town treated Eddie like an evil murderer, well, it wasn’t hard for Steve to step up and suggest they hang out.

He liked hanging out with Eddie. He was fun, and interesting.

It didn’t change the fact that this infernal noise was driving him mad.

He just couldn’t say why it was driving him mad. Robin often brought in popsicles and Steve didn’t think he’d had the same reaction then.

Maybe it was the fact that Eddie had been here all afternoon but wasn’t staying beyond five. In about 20 minutes, Gareth would drop by and pick Eddie up for band practice and it was probably one of the only nights Steve would manage the store alone.

Usually, they’d spend those lonely weekday nights together, Eddie talking for hours about some obscure film he’d watched, or teasing Steve about his ‘mundane’ choices in films.

Just because he loved Footloose didn’t make it mundane, thank you very much. His taste in films wasn’t bad, no matter what Eddie said.

Today though, he’d be alone again and that strange feeling in his gut was playing on his mind.

Was he jealous? Of Gareth? Of band practice? Surely not.

Eddie hadn’t picked up on his mood, seemingly content just to watch Steve rewind the tapes, his eyes boring into Steve’s back like a knife.

“Stop staring.”

Eddie pulled the popsicle out of his mouth with a loud slurp, a noise that sent a shiver through Steve.

“At what? You, lover boy?” Eddie purred.

Steve turned, hands on his hips in that motherly look he’d been teased about many times before.

Eddie raised his eyebrows, his right hand swinging the popsicle in a loose circle. Steve watched, enticed as the sticky substance skimmed dangerously close to his curls.

“Well, mom, are you going to tell me off?”

“No, no, ” Steve muttered, defensively at first, then softer. He watched Eddie lick his lips, feeling his breath hitch as he took the popsicle back into his mouth and gave it a gentle suck.

Behind Steve, the video player clicked, making him jump a little.

Eddie chuckled, going back to sucking loudly and driving Steve insane once more.

Sighing, Steve ejected the tape and put it away in its box, dropping it onto a large pile of videos to put back onto the shelves.

“Need a hand?” Eddie asked, but Steve shook his head.

“Nah, I’m good. Besides, you don’t work here.”

“That I don’t,” Eddie laughed, watching as Steve walked out from behind the counter, his arms full.

He took the long way round, ducking behind the shelves whenever he could to avoid looking at Eddie with that stupid popsicle in his mouth. Maybe if he couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t have to think about how it made him squirm.

Yes, it was much better to focus on the videos. Back To The Future and The Breakfast Club go here. Five copies of The Goonies go over there.

It was easy work, really. Especially when most people went for the same movies over and over. It was almost autopilot to put them away.

Ah, Too Scared To Scream. Steve walked over to the horror movie shelves and squinted, looking for where this tape should sit.

Huh? There didn’t seem to be any space left for it. Steve scratched his head as he stared at the shelves packed with videos.

“Need help, big boy?” Eddie whispered, leaning against Steve’s back. He draped his arms over his shoulders, putting the popsicle in his hand mere inches away from Steve’s face.

“Watch what you’re doing with that,” Steve hissed, trying to keep himself steady with Eddie’s weight on him.

Eddie chuckled, waving the popsicle about. This close, the scent of strawberry filled the air.

“What this little thing?” Eddie taunted Steve, bringing it closer to his lips.

Automatically, Steve felt his breath hitch at the closeness. Eddie was all around him, hanging over him. He could feel his breath ghosting against his cheek.

Something in his brain was trying to get his attention but Steve couldn’t focus when Eddie was everywhere.

Eddie was right there, holding his popsicle up close to his lips, and Steve hadn’t shaken him off yet.

“You should try it,” Eddie murmured.

His voice was like silk and it made Steve feel off kilter.

Slowly, Steve stuck out his tongue and licked a small stripe along the spherical shape. The flavour filled his mouth and Steve swallowed harder than he needed to before opening his eyes.

“Hmmm, it’s nice, huh?” Eddie asked.

Steve swivelled his eyes to look at him. It was difficult with how close they were, but he needed to see the smirk he thought Eddie would be wearing.

Eddie wasn’t smirking. His eyes were wide, maybe a little shocked, and they looked at each other for a long breath.

That was until Eddie broke the spell.

“Um, that video goes there,” Eddie said, drawing Steve’s attention down Eddie’s arm towards the shelves.

Oh. Oh, right. Steve looked at the last tape in his hand. He went to move, but stopped when he remembered Eddie’s popsicle.

Instead of asking him to move, though, Steve opened his mouth and took it into his mouth, then closed his lips. It sat like a small weight on his tongue.

Eddie inhaled sharply, but Steve couldn’t focus on that.

No, he leaned forward, dragging Eddie with him, and placed the tape on the shelf.

The intimate positioning was consuming Steve’s mind, but he wasn’t going to let Eddie get one up on him.

Steve sucked harder on the popsicle.

“Oh,” Eddie gasped, and Steve wanted to chuckle.

It was then that the door chime went off, and Eddie jumped back, letting go of the popsicle.

“Hey, Gareth,” Eddie called out. “Man, aren’t you late?”

Steve stood up straight, stretching out his shoulders. He walked by the desk, where Eddie and Gareth were talking nerd shit. He shook his head, smiling as he moved the popsicle around his mouth with his tongue.

At least Eddie wouldn’t be making those goddamn sucking noises anymore. He could finally relax. Maybe he could even enjoy the last few hours of his shift.

If Eddie’s eyes swivelled to the popsicle he stole while they rented a video, Steve didn’t even bother to hide the grin from his face.

-

Picking up Robin for school was one of the most routine things Steve did. He was always bright and early, waiting on Robin dragging herself out of bed and throwing on some clothes.

Sometimes, he had to wait ages for Robin to appear, leaving him with nothing to do except drum his fingers against the steering wheel.

That was until this morning when Eddie walked towards the car.

“Hey, big boy,” Eddie greeted, leaning his arms against the open car window. His curly hair blew in the wind, catching in his lips as he spoke.

“Hi,” Steve stumbled out, his throat suddenly drying up when Eddie fucking Munson poked his head inside, his face mere inches from his own.

What was it about Eddie and his lack of personal space?

“Nice ride, man. Robin’s lucky she gets first class service every day.”

“Uh," is all Seve could say, his brain short circuiting. Seriously, he should've been used to Eddie being up close and personal by now.

“Man, you’re a little tense.”

Steve scoffed. "I'm not."

Then he turned, glancing over at Robin’s house to hide his face, which suddenly felt very hot indeed.

"She's not out yet huh?" Eddie murmured close to Steve's ear while Steve did everything he could not to react.

He kept his eyes trained on the front door, which was still shut tight.

Damn. Hurry up, Robin. She was going to be late at this rate.

“You know, you’re heading my way,” Eddie purred, his fingers tapping inside the car down while he leaned further in.

Steve turned back, his eyes barely able to focus on Eddie’s face with how close he was.

Fuck, Steve couldn’t even concentrate on anything but their proximity. For a long time, he just stared into Eddie's large brown eyes.

The passenger car door opened, and Robin slid into her seat.

“Hey dingus, we need to get going.”

“And whose fault is that?” Steve snapped, pushing all his tension into the only available release.

Robin stared at him, fury in her eyes as she forced down the visor with a thud. She pulled out her makeup bag and threw it down on her lap rather dramatically.

“Oh, ho, ho, someone’s in a mood," Eddie needled, a smirk on his face.

Steve turned to Eddie fast, their noses almost touching, and whispered, “I’d drop that if you want a lift.”

“Ooooh, King Harrington will give The Freak a lift. How generous.”

“Just get in,” snapped Robin.

Steve sighed. Well, this was going to be a tense drive. He couldn’t even figure out why they were all snapping at each other this morning.

Eddie got in and sprawled across the back, one of his legs vibrating while he chewed on his nails.

If that wasn’t distracting enough, Eddie also winked when Steve used the mirror to check behind him before setting off.

Swallowing hard, Steve turned the radio up. Manic Monday blasts loudly into the car and two things happen.

“Hell, yeah,” Robin yells, dancing in her seat as she continues to put on her mascara.

“Fuck, no,” Eddie moans, covering his ears with his hands and staring menacingly at the ceiling.

“This is just like today: manic,” Robin chatters idly, and Steve lets out a small laugh.

“It’s not even Monday, Buckley,” Eddie deadpans. “Ugh, this was such a bad idea.”

“Would you prefer to walk?” Steve asks, feeling brave enough to look back at Eddie.

Eddie is just groaning continuously. Robin ends up turning the radio up louder to compensate.

“Hey, I’d like to not get tinnitus, thanks,” Steve snaps, turning it back down, but not enough to appease Eddie.

There was a line here, something that Steve felt he needed to address, but he wasn’t sure what. Perhaps it was just payback for Eddie making him feel hot all over earlier.

If only he could figure out why.

Still, he was glad when both his temporary charges left his car. If he glanced into the mirror to see if Eddie was looking at him, no one needed to know.

Especially not Robin.

-

Robin had talked him into this, and Steve was starting to regret it. The sheer number of shrieking kids, the dazzling lights and the loud music at Hawkins High school disco was overwhelming.

Man, he was getting old.

It hadn’t been like this when he’d been a school, and that wasn’t that long ago.

Christ, maybe he really was turning into a mom.

Sighing, Steve rearranged the juice boxes one more time. Being stuck on refreshments duty was probably the easiest job, but it sure was boring.

“Hey, dingus,” Robin called, her hip banging against the table as she leaned on it. The cartons rattled, and Steve bit his lip to stop complaining.

If Robin was here, it meant her nerves were stopping her from talking to Vickie.

“Things not going well?” Steve asked, because if he’d learnt one thing it was just to get straight to the point.

Robin sighed, grabbing a juice box and ripping off the straw, ignoring Steve’s raised eyebrow.

“It’s not that easy,” she said, taking a sip. “Vickie’s just not in my league.”

“Oh, come on, Robin. You know that’s not true.”

“Says the King. Honestly, Steve, do you even need to try?”

“Sometimes,” Steve admitted, his eyes misting over.

Robin snorted. “That’s a lie. Ain’t nobody you’ve struggled to get.”

“Stop changing the subject, Robin. I think Vickie likes you too. Look, she’s watching you.”

“Or, she’s watching you.”

“I can’t win," Steve complained dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.

“What can’t we win?” Dustin asked as he skipped up to them.

“Uh, everything,” Steve griped. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something was irritating him. “I think I need some air.”

-

It was a relief when he stepped out into the dark schoolyard and felt the cold air hit his lungs. It lifted that burning sensation, the one that made him feel like choking.

“Hey, babe.”

Steve jumped, spinning around at hearing Eddie’s voice and nearly knocking his head against the wall.

“Eddie? I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I’m just here on business,” Eddie stated, a small laugh leaving his lips.

He leaned against the wall, taking a long drag of a cigarette. Steve watched as Eddie’s lips puckered around it, cataloguing how he inhaled deeply, holding his breath for a second, then exhaled, puffing out a haze of smoke slowly.

Eddie licked his lips once, his eyes on Steve, then took around slow drag, and Steve felt himself almost fall forward as he tried to lean closer.

“You want some, Stevie?” Eddie asked softly, turning to face him entirely now.

Steve shook his head, patting his pockets and about to say he had his own, when he realised.

“Shit.” He’d left his new cigarettes at Robin’s. Man, was this night getting worse.

Eddie looked over his face, as if assessing him, then he smiled coyly.

“I have a solution,” he said, stepping into Steve’s space and pushing him back against the wall.

Eddie stared into Steve’s eyes as he put the cigarette into his mouth and took a deep inhale. The embers flared brighter for a second, and Steve felt entranced, just watching Eddie breath.

Then Eddie’s face was right in front of his and he opened his lips, exhaling slowly right over Steve’s mouth.

Oh. Steve’s brain clicked on and he opened his mouth, inhaling as much of it as he could.

It hit him like a smack in the face. His blood buzzed from the nicotine, and he grabbed Eddie’s waist to keep him steady.

The soft fabric of Eddie’s cotton t-shirt felt soothing against his fingers, like a lifeline in a tumultuous sea.

“Do it again,” Steve asked, his voice so quiet. “Please.”

He wasn’t sure why he felt like putty in Eddie’s hands, but he did. Everything Eddie did unmoored him and right now, in the same place Steve had kissed many girls after his own school discos, he was adrift.

Eddie let out that little throaty laugh of his and took a deep, long drag. He leaned forward, his lips a hair’s width from Steve’s own, and breathed out slowly.

Steve gasped, pulling Eddie closer into him as he gulped down as much intoxicating smoke as he could.

It was then that it happened, and how, with them pressed so close together, had Steve expected anything else.

Eddie’s lips brushed against his so softly, accidentally so, and Steve whined. He goddamn whined.

Without thinking, not even caring who saw, he acted on pure impulse.

A hand grabbed onto Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer still, and then Steve’s lips were on Eddie’s properly and nothing else mattered.

The world faded away, it was just them and their lips moving against one another. The taste of Eddie’s tongue, a mixture of smoke and strawberry, filled his mouth and Steve gulped it down.

Eddie pressed harder into him, leaning one arm up against the wall while his other hand grabbed on tight onto Steve’s ass.

Fuck, this was the hottest kiss Steve had experienced in a long time. None of his recent dates had turned him on this much. He just wanted more.

It was at that point Steve’s brain switched on and he realised he was kissing Eddie and was liking it.

He was kissing Eddie. He was. Right now. Right here.

Steve’s body must’ve flinched or something, because suddenly Eddie pulled back and they were back to looking at each other, but this time Eddie looked concerned.

“Should we stop?” he asked in a whisper.

The hammering in Steve’s heart threatened to make him collapse. Why on earth would they stop?

Oh, that’s right, he’s meant to be straight.

Was he? He had no idea right now and all he could think of was kissing Eddie some more.

“No. Please don’t stop.”

The smile that spread across Eddie’s face was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen. The way it made his eyes shine was breathtaking.

Then Eddie's face fell, suddenly unsure.

“Wish I could, babe, but I’ve got business and you’ll need to head back inside like the good boy you are.”

Steve clutched onto Eddie’s jacket as he pulled back.

“One more kiss, please,” Steve begged.

Fuck, when had he become so needy? Yet, right now, as Eddie pressed his lips against his once more, Steve didn’t care.

He let himself melt one more time, let himself moan into the kisses, let himself float.

Figuring himself out and what this meant could happen tomorrow.

Right now, all that mattered was Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

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[steventhusiast]

@steddie-week day 3: first kiss

<- day two

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as he sits on the edge of the quarry's cliff, steve leans back and lets out a content sigh. the moon looks a little pink as it rises into the sky, and the stars are visible now that most of the lights in hawkins are off.

after a few minutes of sitting there, steve hears the now-familiar sound of muffled metal music and the tired engine of eddie munson's van. over the last month and a half, after the world almost ended for a fourth time (that steve has witnessed), he and eddie have gotten pretty close. steve doesn't really know how to describe it, but eddie's got this magnetism to him. steve doesn't know a single person in the party that's not charmed by eddie's antics, himself included.

there's just something endearing about the metalhead, and steve finds himself fond and content every time they hang out. hence, their bi-weekly quarry hang outs. sometimes eddie brings weed with him, sometimes beer, sometimes snacks. and they just talk.

"hey stevie." the metal music gets louder as eddie opens the driver door and jumps out. steve doesn't bother to look over his shoulder, because he knows eddie will join him where he's sitting within a minute.

"hey munson." he replies only when eddie's finally sitting next to him, "you bring anything with you this time?"

eddie tsks to himself.

"are you implying my presence isn't good enough for you, king steve?"

steve gives eddie a very unimpressed look at his words, and eddie grins after a second and proceeds to dramatically pat at all the pockets on his person until he reaches into one pocket for a joint he already had rolled.

"i may have brought our friend mary jane along with me."

thirty minutes later, steve and eddie are both laying back on the ground, legs still dangling over the edge of the cliffside. steve finds himself very very conscious of how close eddie's head is to his, how their hands that lay on the ground between them are almost touching.

"i feel like i should have a better tolerance by now." eddie confesses, and turns his head to look at steve. steve's already got his tilted toward eddie, and is helpless to the way his eyes trail over eddie's face lazily now that it's in full view.

"why?" he asks, a little slow and a little stupidly.

"you know," eddie takes another drag, "drug dealer." and gestures at his person lazily. he then seems to decide they've had enough, because he puts out what's left of the joint, considers it for a second, and throws it over the cliffside.

"mm." is all steve can offer back, because he's kind of busy committing the exact colour of eddie's eyes to his memory. no time (or space in his brain) for real conversation with eddie.

now that everything's a little hazy, steve has no problem admitting to himself that he likes eddie. he's not put too much thought into what that means for him (he knows people can like both, but he's never liked a man until now, so what does that mean for him? is he just eddiesexual?), he just knows that when eddie smiles at him he feels shy, and when eddie's looking at him with his intense big eyes his cheeks get warm. like every other aspect of eddie, being the centre of his attention is a lot. overwhelming in the best way.

"earth to stevie."

steve blinks harshly a few times, coming back to some sort of reality to see eddie fully turned onto his side to look at him now. his brows are furrowed, leaving a cute little bump in between them. steve's helpless to his own wants, and lets himself reach out a hand to gently boop in between eddie's brows.

the frown fades away into an expression a lot more bewildered for a moment, and then that melts away into eddie's smile again.

"what's that for?" eddie giggles as he asks this, and steve doesn't think he's imagining things when he notices eddie's cheeks look a little more pink than they did a minute ago.

"you should frown less. your smile is much prettier." steve confesses, finds that he doesn't want to lie. he's been noticing that eddie maybe feels a similar way about him recently, and he thinks (hopes) it's safe to indulge himself a little. eddie's a self-proclaimed freak, so hopefully the worst he'll do is reject him.

"high steve is very complimentary." eddie says after a moment, looking very much like he's resisting the urge to cover his shy smile with a handful of his hair.

"high steve is braver than sober steve. and he- i can't talk in third person right now, my brain is not working enough."

eddie's eyes widen a fraction.

"you flirtin' with me, stevie?" steve thinks he sees hope in those pretty brown eyes.

"so what if i am, hm? whatcha gonna do about it, eds?"

it's quiet between them for a few seconds, eddie's eyes darting all over steve's face. it's like he's looking for something in steve's relaxed expression, a signal for whether steve's joking with him or not. steve offers the man a tiny smile, and where he knows their hands are laying next to each other, makes the effort to link their pinkies together. eddie's eyes stop their searching of steve's face, and he glances toward their hands. steve's definitely not imagining the blush now.

"what i'm gonna do," eddie starts, and somewhat clumsily props himself up on one elbow so he can lean over steve. he seems to lose a bit of confidence once their faces are inches apart, but steve gives their pinkies a little jostle in nonverbal support of whatever eddie's about to do, "is kiss you. if.. that's okay with you."

eddie stays leaning over him, waiting for a verbal signal this time. steve lets his eyes flicker to eddie's lips and back up to his eyes. he doesn't know how much time has passed since they stopped smoking, but he's glad to say he feels a little closer to sober. he wants to remember what's about to happen.

"that is more than okay with me."

eddie wastes no time after that, leaning in to kiss him and letting his free hand come to rest on steve's hip. he's practically laying on top of steve, but steve doesn't mind. he can feel eddie's smile against his, and he never wants this to stop, doesn't think he'd be able to be the first one to pull away.

eddie really is magnetic.

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-> day four

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[resident-gay-bitch]

seven minutes in heaven? more like seven minutes to question my entire existence.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve being content in his bisexuality because after Robin came out to him he started researching and questioning and having deep dark conversations with her.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie having no clue he was gay because of course he wasn’t. And anytime a whisper of that terrifying question popped into his head he blocked it out because he couldn’t be anymore of a Freak, or a disappointment to his father. And he really couldn’t let Wayne down after all he has done for him.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve and Robin being sure Eddie was gay and often talking about it together, and about Steve’s definite crush on him and about this game of cat and mouse the pair were playing. Steve was just waiting for Eddie to make the first real move, because he was sick of playing the ‘guy’ in the relationship, and he was sick of doing the chasing, and Eddie was bold and confident and liked to tease.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie having no clue Steve was bi, or that Robin was gay, or about anyone’s sexualities or anything because he just didn’t think about that stuff. He didn’t need to.

Whatever you do, don’t think about the party having a sleepover in Mike Wheelers basement, sleeping bags strewn about the room and snacks everywhere as they played a game of seven minutes in heaven, reduced down to three because they couldn’t be bothered waiting that long for the next turn.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie spinning the bottle and landing on Steve and doing a little pump of his eyebrows because it was Steve, and Eddie was always like that with Steve, they were best friends.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve standing up with a massive grin and grabbing Eddie by the hand and practically dragging him into that little basement bathroom because he thought this is it. Its finally happening. Months of chasing back and forth and this is where Eddie was going to make his move. Steve was sure of it.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie taking a laid back seat on the porcelain sink as Steve eagerly slammed the door shut behind them. He lent back against the mirror and started thinking of a fun story or secret to tell Steve because that’s what he did with Dustin, and Max, and El, and Argyle, and even Robin who made it clear they weren’t kissing, he didn’t want to kiss her anyway.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve walking over to Eddie in his tight little basketball shorts with a grin and strawberry glossed lips and placing his hands on the sink on either side of Eddie, leaning in close so Eddie could make his move.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie trying to avert his eyes because Steve was so close and ohmygod was it hot in here?

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve getting a little confused because Eddie was trying to make normal conversation and wasn’t looking him in the eye.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie not understanding anything he was feeling right now because Steve was not supposed to be making him feel like this.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve looking at Eddie’s watch and realising they only had one minute left and Eddie still hadn’t kissed him and he was awkward and nervous and looked kind of uncomfortable and maybe Robin and Steve had it all wrong. So he took a little step back and straight up just asked Eddie if he was gay.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie turning red and getting all flustered and trying to tell Steve “No. No, no. I’m not gay, definitely not gay. I’m not, I’m sure… I’m, I can’t be. I like girls… I only like girls. I don’t think… guys are just… they don’t… I’m not…” and trying to convince Steve -himself- that he wasn’t gay.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve squinting his eyes at Eddie because Eddie was just so… dramatic about it, and he wasn’t getting offended he was just trying to tell Steve he wasn’t, and he noticed there were only ten seconds left before one of the kids would swing open that bathroom door now.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie feeling a lump in his throat and like he wanted to cry as he tried to talk but just couldn’t get convincing words out and Steve was looking at him weirdly and it just made everything worse.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve taking a few fuck it steps forward and grabbing Eddie and kissing him, hard, slipping in a little tongue.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie not kissing Steve back because whatthefuckSteve?! but the moment he felt Steve’s tongue poke into his mouth, his own tongue was licking against it like a reflex and he started to kiss Steve back.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve pulling back the moment he felt Eddie start kissing him, a smug smile on his lips as he stepped backwards, one, two, three times.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Max swinging the door open, right on cue and letting Steve walk past her, all smug and proud and grinning, and she looked at Eddie who had pink cheeks and wide eyes and strawberry lip gloss smeared against his lips and he was all flustered and she rolled her eyes, murmuring a little “ew”.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie sitting across from Steve in the circle for the next five turns of the game, legs crossed and pink cheeked and his head hung low when he wasn’t staring.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve still smugly smiling because he made Eddie a flustered, quiet mess, and he was very obviously whispering to Robin all about it because they kept looking over at Eddie and smirking.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie not being able to sleep that night because Mike Wheeler’s basement smells like teenage boy, and had constant snoring echoing through the walls, and Steve’s glossed up lips were on his mind.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Robin and Steve laying beside eachother, giggling and whispering all night about their stupid crushes because that’s all they talked about these days.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie getting frustrated with himself and getting up to go have some milk or something, maybe to step outside for a smoke to just clear his head because he wasn’t gay.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve noticing and following him up in his little shorts, and popping on some more strawberry gloss, just in case, and walking up the stairs to find Eddie drinking water and looking out the window because he didn’t want to touch the Wheelers fancy fridge and fuck it up.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie still not understanding anything he was feeling, and why he was thinking about Steve’s lips so much, and the taste of his lipgloss, and the feel of him so close.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve walking up to Eddie and leaning back on the island behind him, and asking if Eddie was okay.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie almost jumping out of his skin at the sudden sound of Steve’s voice that also happens to give him goosebumps in more ways than one, but promising Steve he was fine.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve apologising for overstepping because Eddie didn’t seem fine in the slightest, and maybe he and Robin were wrong. So, so wrong and maybe Eddie was gonna hate him now.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie telling Steve, out of the blue, that he sure as shit wasn’t gay. He couldn’t be. It was impossible, he liked girls, he was sure of it, they were pretty.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve wanting to cry, but forcing himself not to.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie looking up at Steve with glossy eyes in the dark of the kitchen, and the faintest whisper leaving his lips as he said, “I wish you were a girl”.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve’s heart skipping a beat at that, and the silence lingering in the air as they just looked at one another.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie letting a singular tear fall because he was just so overwhelmed with everything and didn’t know what else to do.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve walking up to Eddie, grabbing his shoulders softly and turning him back around to face the window, whilst Steve jumped up to sit on the counter, pulling Eddie between his legs and holding his hands, telling Eddie that he would probably make a very pretty girl if Eddie needed.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie smiling as Steve applied some more of his lipgloss and smacking his lips, and pretending to flick a long strand of hair back from his shoulder, and tweak his voice to sound more feminine as he asked Eddie if he looked pretty. And Eddie said yes, a little too quickly.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve slinging his arms over Eddie’s shoulders and asking if he wanted a kiss.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie tentatively holding Steve’s waist as he lent in to kiss him, slowly moving closer, calculated, swallowing, a nervous wreck.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve closing the gap that little bit faster and smiling against Eddie’s soft lips, gloss smeared between the two.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie melting into the kiss because apparently he did like kissing boys now, or maybe it was just Steve. But he liked it, and he gripped Steve’s hips and pulled him in closer until their chests were flush and Steve’s hands were in Eddie’s hair and their mouths were wet and tasted like strawberry lipgloss.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve pulling back for a breath of air and to check if Eddie was okay because he cared and he felt another tear slip into their mouths.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie chasing Steve’s lips the second they parted, leaning over with his fingers digging into Steve’s sides hard and not letting the kiss stop because he never wanted to stop kissing Steve.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve wiggling even closer, and Eddie’s hands dropping to his ass to hold him there, just for a moment and in that moment Steve let out a little whimper of satisfaction.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie pulling his hands back to Steve’s hips because this was all so new and he didn’t want to take it too far yet, whatever it was, but he’d keep that little sound in mind and would remember to put his hands there later.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie gripping Steve’s waist a little tighter because Steve tugged on his curls to deepen the kiss and it made him feel crazy, and he pressed himself harder into Steve because it all just felt so right for once, unlike all the times he’d kiss girls and couldn’t wait for it to be over.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve wrapping his legs around Eddie’s waist and locking his ankles together to keep him in place.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie pressing chase little pecks to Steve’s lips and whispering thankyou between each one, more tears slipping from his wet eyes.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve wiping those tears away and pulling Eddie back in for another long and needy kiss because he was just as intoxicated by it as Eddie.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Max waking up with the need to pee, but Mike was taking forever in the basement bathroom so she wandered upstairs and heard some weird, wet slapping noise and silent little whimpers and she thought it might be a Demogorgon or something so she peaked around the corner to get an eye full of Eddie sucking Steve’s face off, and she stopped, and scoffed and rolled her eyes and muttered a little “ew”.

Whatever you do, don’t think about both of them turning around red faces and terrified to look at Max, scared she was gonna cry bloody mary.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Max shaking her head and turning for the bathroom and throwing her hands up with a groan and the word “Finally” being shouted.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie turning back to Steve and asking what this meant now, because he was scared and confused and didn’t understand anything.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve sweeping hair back from Eddie’s face and soothing his anxiety’s away, and promising Eddie this could be whatever he needed it to, and that he wasn’t alone, he never would be again.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Eddie kissing Steve again because it’s all he could think to do now, and he cried into the kiss because things finally felt like they were clicking into place, and this giant weight was being lifted off his shoulders.

Whatever you do, don’t think about the pair heading back down stairs and curling up under Eddie’s sleeping bag, nimble fingers tracing over Steve’s chest as Eddie kissed his collarbone and neck in the dark.

Whatever you do, don’t think about the party waking up in the morning to find Eddie and Steve tangled up together, Steves strawberry gloss sticky and stuck to Eddie’s cheek and somehow marking his own neck, and then not thinking anything of it because everyone thought they had been dating for months and were glad they finally felt comfortable enough to show it.

Whatever you do, please think about Eddie adding a little rainbow rectangle patch to his battle vest a week later.

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve and Eddie realize they both also like men while in the Upside Down because Eddie started to panic about dying without having his first kiss. He was ranting about it to Steve, and it got to the point where it started to annoy Steve.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Steve exclaimed, grabbed Eddie's face, and planted one on Eddie.

Both of their eyes are wide open before they relax into the kiss. Eddie is pulling Steve closer, eagerly deepening the kiss. Oh, they both like it. They both like it so fucking much. It was at that moment that Robin had turned around only to find her best friend. . .making out with a dude?!

"Am I having a stroke?!" Robin exclaimed.

"What?" Nancy asked, turning around. "Oh my. . . We're in the middle of another dimension. . .suck face later!"

Eddie flipped her off and broke the kiss.

"Jealous, Wheeler? I stole your man!" Eddie hollered and slapped Steve on the ass, causing him to squeak. It was safe to say that Eddie was no longer panicking.

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[pizzaqueen]

Another first kiss for day six of @steddie-week for the prompts ‘true’ and ‘misunderstandings’

726 words of these ridiculous boys being ridiculous / rated T

Eddie has been staring at Steve, eyes narrowed, head tilted, for at least five minutes.

“What’s wrong with you?” Steve asks. The way Eddie looks at him sometimes sits weirdly. Makes Steve wonder if Eddie can tell. Can see Steve’s crush—more than crush—on him.

“Your face.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Thanks.”

“It’s just so pretty.” Eddie grins and leans in to pinch Steve’s cheeks.

Steve shoulders him away—“Fuck off”—and rubs his face.

There’s a sharp cackle and then Eddie flops back onto the bed. He folds his hands on his stomach, staring up at the ceiling. There’s silence for a little while until Eddie says, softly, “You’re more than pretty, you know.”

“What?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Steve’s pulse stutters and his stomach swoops. “Eddie, don’t—” He can’t take Eddie joking about this.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that, should I?” Eddie looks at Steve and Steve can’t read his face, but, oh shit, it doesn’t look like he’s joking.

“I don’t know,” Steve says, amazed he can choke any words out around his heart in his throat, “why’d you say it?”

“Because I meant it.” Four simple words and they totally shatter Steve’s world. What is happening? Eddie shrugs and adds, “But you already knew that.”

“I—” Steve blinks. “What?”

Eddie pushes himself up, so he’s sitting cross-legged, catty-corner from Steve. “You know, this is what we do. I pine and you pretend not to notice.”

“I’m not pretending.”

“No, you definitely know,” Eddie says, but he’s sounding less certain by the second.

“I don’t fucking know.” Steve’s heart beats hard and he’s pretty sure his palms are sweating. “Are you saying you…”

Eddie gives a small nod.

“Jesus Christ.”

“I thought you knew.” Eddie fists a hand in his hair. “Oh, fuck.”

“How would I know? You’re no different with me than anyone else, except when you say shit like you did earlier. But then you do something like pinch my face and it always sounds like you’re joking.”

“I’m not. I just—”

“And, I mean, I don’t know any other guys who like guys, so maybe they flirt differently, and I’m realizing as I say that it makes no sense, does it?”

“Maybe, but, hey, now you know a guy who likes guys, right?” Eddie waves his hands. A beat and then: “Wait, other guys? Other to who?”

“To me. I think.” Steve swallows. “I mean, I don’t really know.” He runs a hand over his face. “Carol dared me and Tommy H to make out once and it was just wet and awkward but that was Tommy, and you’re not Tommy and I think it would be better with you and…” He shrugs.

“Wait. You’re saying you…”

Steve nods.

Eddie’s brows raise. He points to himself. “Me?”

“Okay, one of us has to say a full sentence at some point but, yeah, you.”

“Oh.” A smile slowly forms, a different kind of smile that Steve doesn’t think he’s seen from Eddie before—it’s small and true and breathtaking.

And then Steve is flat on his back with the full weight of Eddie on top of him. Eddie’s hair is a curtain around their faces, strands tickling Steve’s nose; Steve reaches up, pushing Eddie’s hair aside as best as he can. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going to kiss,” Eddie says, “and it’s going to be so much better than when you kissed Hagan,” and then he kisses Steve.

Any doubt that Steve wanted this melts away the moment Eddie’s lips touch his—of course he wants this. And it is so much better, Eddie was right, and Steve loses himself in it. He cups the back of Eddie’s neck, fists his other hand at Eddie’s waist, relishing the feeling of Eddie’s thighs either side of his and the slide of their tongues and just Eddie.

When they part, Eddie’s lips and eyes are shining and he says, “You really are beautiful,” breathless and awed.

Steve doesn’t know what to say to that because he’s not sure anyone’s called him beautiful before so he just says, “So are you,” and kisses Eddie again. There’s nothing else to talk about, anyway, not now.

Steve knows he wants this and he knows Eddie wants this and that’s enough for now. The other words can wait; he’s got a ridiculous, beautiful boy to kiss.

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[allthingssteddie]

When Steve was a kid he had an imaginary friend name Ed’s who he would play with.

It all started one rainy night when Steve was nine years old. He had heard a noise in his shed finding a boy his age .

From there on he would visit him inside the shed every night after his parents would go to bed. They would become best friends. Until one day he stoped showing up. It wasn’t until Steve had turned seventeen he would see Ed’s again but this time when he goes to greet him Ed’s bites him.

Backstory Eddie Munson family have come from a long line of vampire like creatures who kill their mates because they believe they make them weak but when Eddie Munson was a kid he could smell his mate and would constantly come back to him until one day when he had started getting vampirism symptoms he decided to stay away.

(It’s not written it’s just a idea)

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[infinite-orangepeel]

the first few times eddie & steve share a bed, it’s shoved under the rug—hidden beneath the guise of “safety.” they’ll crack open one too many beers from steve’s dad’s stash and end up with the spins. often saying a lot of things they probably shouldn’t as they lay parallel to each other on the carpet. eventually dragging themselves up to steve’s bed to become a tangle of yearning limbs, sharing a kiss or two along the way. it’s okay if they do. it’s just part of the routine. they know its best to pretend they’ve forgotten about the taste of each other’s lips once the sun rises. it doesn’t matter that deep down they both want more and can’t quite figure out how to say it out loud.

so, it’s no surprise that when steve calls to say he’s run out of alcohol before their next “hang out,” eddie brings a six pack along with him. and maybe it has something to do with the way steve’s laughing at all of eddie’s jokes or the fact that they’ve been meaning to start their movie for the past hour, but can’t stop running their mouths about this and that. lost in conversation and the feel of their arms around each other on the couch. or maybe they’ve just decided it’s time to stop playing make believe and call it what it is. either way, they don’t drink a single sip of beer, choosing to leave the bottles in the corner and getting drunk on stolen touches instead. falling into bed a little past midnight, sober as the moon, and kissing like it’s their last day on earth.

the next morning, they remind each other of the night by finally kissing in the daylight.

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[sleepyeye17]

And They Were

Summary: Little fic inspired by the Talking Heads song “And She Was”

Word Count: 946

Warnings: none

When Steve came by the Munsons’ new doublewide, Wayne was out front, checking something on the grill. He was playing the Talking Heads and smoking a cigarette.

“Eddie’s out back,” Wayne said, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Remind him to reapply sunscreen. He burns like bacon.”

Steve nodded and loped to the copse of scrubby little trees behind the trailer. 

He froze, his heart pounding. Eddie was lying spread-eagled in the shade, his T-shirt off and covering his eyes. The shadows of the leaves added to the dappled pattern of scars across his chest. Steve rushed over to his side.

“Eddie! Are you okay?”

Eddie didn’t move the T-shirt from his eyes. He just waved a languid hand.

“Shhh. Come here.”

Steve sat down beside him. 

“No, lie down,” Eddie said, tugging blindly at Steve’s sleeve. “Close your eyes.”

Steve hesitated, then laid down beside Eddie. 

“What are you doing?”

“Hearing the world breathe.”

“You shouldn’t take your own supply. It’s bad business.”

Eddie swatted in Steve’s direction. 

“I’m not high. Just do it.”

Steve shut his eyes reluctantly. He didn’t like being prone like this. He normally only ever shut his eyes when he was safely locked away in his bedroom with his bat within reach. He was aware of every noise, every sensation. The grass itched his arms, and he twitched as a gnat landed on his neck. The light flickered on his eyelids as the breeze ruffled the tree.

“What are we doing?” he whispered.

“Relax. Just lie there.”

“There’s bugs.”

“I know.”

Steve could hear the smile in Eddie’s voice, and he opened his eyes to look at him. He loved looking at Eddie’s face. He loved Eddie’s mouth, and how it creased his whole face. 

“When I was stuck down there,” Eddie said, “It was so… dead. There was no sunlight, no grass. There were creatures, obviously, but not like this. Here it’s like everything is alive. Like the bugs and the birds and the neighbors yelling at each other. I just love lying here and feeling it all.”

Steve tried shutting his eyes again. 

He could smell the sun-limp grass, and the brisket Wayne was grilling. He could hear the scrape of the tongs on the grill. There were birds doing a call and response in the trees, and a baby howling in the distance. On the radio, David Byrne was singing about a woman rising up above the earth.

The ground was lumpy, and Steve shifted. He opened his eyes again and turned to look at Eddie. It was rare that he had a chance to just stare. His eyes followed the soft curves of Eddie’s nose, mouth, chin, throat. A jagged red scar slashed across Eddie’s cheek, deforming his ear and contrasting with the gentle roundness of his features. More scars traveled up his neck, like flames licking around his body. Steve watched as Eddie’s chest rose and fell. It still seemed unbelievable that Eddie was alive and breathing next to him. 

Steve wanted to touch them. His mouth watered with the desire to taste Eddie’s skin, and his hands flexed with the urge to reach out. He took a deep breath. 

Eddie's mouth twitched up into a smile. He reached out and put two fingers on Steve’s wrist. 

Eddie expected Steve to pull away, but Steve didn’t. Eddie could feel Steve’s pulse beating beneath his fingers. It matched his own. Steve’s wrist was soft and smooth and warm, and Eddie held it gently, like a small bird. 

He didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t think he could look at Steve. Steve was too much sometimes. Too pretty, too overwhelming. Eddie liked it like this. Just feeling Steve’s pulse, reminding Eddie that they were both alive. The wind rustled through the leaves above them, and he heard the whirring of insect wings. 

He felt Steve pull his hand away, and Eddie dropped his hand quickly. He heard Steve shifting beside him. 

“What’s—“

A shadow came over his closed eyes, and he moved to pull the t-shirt off his eyes. Before he could, though, he felt Steve’s nose bump up against his. He smelled Steve’s spicy-floral hairspray, and his warm skin. He inhaled sharply, his heart pounding, his blood rushing in his ears. Steve’s mouth touched his quickly, nervously. It was hot and soft against his own, and then it was gone. 

Steve felt Eddie startle under him, and jumped back. 

Stupid stupid stupid. 

His ears were ringing and his vision turned red at the edges. Why did he think that was a good idea?

Eddie had just been there, laid out like a buffet, and Steve had gone temporarily insane. 

Maybe if he left right now, and they never mentioned it again…

Eddie's hand darted out, whip-fast, and caught Steve by the back of his head. Eddie had pushed the t-shirt off his eyes, and he was staring at Steve with such fierce determination, for a second Steve wondered if Eddie was about to punch him. 

Then Eddie pulled Steve in, rising slightly to meet him halfway. Eddie kissed him softly, more gently than his expression had promised. There was no hesitation in his movements. He was warm and delicious, and Steve sank into him, running his hands over Eddie’s bare chest. Steve could feel Eddie’s heart beating. He could feel Eddie’s breath on his face. 

Eddie toppled back on the grass, pulling Steve with him. They were alive, and in the world. The sun was beating down, and Wayne was grilling. Two boys were laughing in the dirt and grass, and they were kissing. 

The world was moving, they were right there with it, and they were.

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