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spicycinnabun · 2 months

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pt. 1 2 3 5 6 7 💐

When Steve first started working at the flower shop, he had only been helping customers and taking their orders over the phone. Their small family business had grown quicker than anticipated, and Steve’s parents had needed the extra set of hands.

The shop had been a gift to his mother. It had been something she’d always wanted, but his dad had never agreed to, until finally, he had fucked up badly enough in their relationship and had funded it out of guilt.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that it turned out to be as successful as it was. Steve’s mom, Linda, was passionate and talented. She loved flowers and celebrations of any kind and maintained a big, beautiful garden at home.

It also helped that his father and mother were socialites. They had a lot of friends to support the business, spread the word, and make it b(l)oom. They had a great location in the mall with little competition around.

For good or bad, weddings, anniversaries, sickness and death, flowers were always there.

Steve had mostly helped after school, but it became his full-time gig once he’d graduated and hadn’t gotten into college. Due to the sheer volume of orders, his mother could no longer make the arrangements alone, so she’d taught Steve everything she knew.

From watching her over the years, Steve knew how to care for the flowers. He could prep them and nurture them. The creativity that came naturally to his mother took Steve a bit of time, but he eventually realized what looked good. Usually, it was the simpler arrangements. He was good at that.

Linda was very kind in general, always giving him positive feedback and encouragement instead of criticism. Steve was lucky to have her, especially since his father was so hard on him. She loved and cared for him unconditionally. While his father constantly tried to make him feel inferior, her belief in him built him up to be the strong, confident man he now was.

When his mom had to step back even more from the business to travel abroad with his dad, Steve suggested they hire Robin. Scoops hadn't been fun for her, probably ever, and Steve had missed her since graduating.

At first, Steve didn’t think he’d like working at the shop, but like a flower, it had grown on him. He liked helping people, talking to them, and most surprisingly, he liked the flowers and what he could do with them. While he liked roses—after he removed their thorns, of course—his true favorite was sunflowers.

Working there suited him. It was simple. It let him use his hands and mind in ways he hadn’t tapped into while in school or doing sports. He enjoyed the additive and subtractive aspects of flower arranging. His favorite part was the pruning. It was almost cathartic. He loved pulling and clipping off all the unnecessary parts and making them look perfect.

It took Steve a minute to recognize the man walking around the shop.

Last month, when he was working on the big window display, Steve had seen him for the first time. Guitar case, long rocker hair, enough rings and piercings to set off a metal detector fifty miles away… but Steve remembered it most because the guy had tried to say something to him through the glass. He had left before Steve had gotten the chance to go out and ask him what he’d said.

The second time, Robin had waited on the mystery man. Steve had just caught him walking out with a dozen Black-eyed Susans while he stood there, disgruntled, in his soil-stained apron.

This time—the third time—it was late, and Robin had already clocked out for the night. Steve was sick. He was in the middle of a cold and just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. But even though he wasn’t feeling good, he knew he still had to do his job. There were flowers to be sold.

So, mustering up a charming smile, Steve approached him. "Can I help you find anything today?"

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this part written by my stevie, @batty4steddie (psst, go check out her gorgeous st gifs too) 💕

#fic #wybmb #batty4steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie au #florist au #florist!steve harrington

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cndian · 10 months

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One word prompt!

My word is Alpha

“Undress,” Eddie ordered. He didn’t use his Alpha voice often outside of D&D – he thought other Alphas who used theirs all the time were massive knotheads, frankly – but this omega was a bit of a spoiled brat, and Eddie liked the way it made him shudder in excitement before following the command. A haughty look was thrown his way, along with a confident hair flip, which just made him laugh.

#eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #batty4steddie #ficlet #stranger things #drabble #writing prompt #writing game #omegaverse #alpha!eddie #omega!steve #bratty sub steve

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stevesbipanic · 4 months

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Gif by @batty4steddie

#tell me im wrong #you can see the bisexuality in his eyes #that bottle changed him #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie

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gallavichfanficlibrary · 3 months

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Shameless Big Bang Round 12 Posting Schedule

Hi everyone! @whaticameherefor here. I've taken over running the latest round of the @shamelessbigbang but unfortunately I don't have access to the blog. So, I'm posting the schedule here. Please reblog and spread the word and get ready for the Big Bang!

2/16 - Waste My Time by @flamingbluepanda with art by @michellemisfit

2/17 - Never Been Knotted by @real-tentacool and @batty4steddie with art by @gallavichonly

2/18 - House of Horrors by @mickeyheartian with art by @mikcrymilkovich

2/19 - A Mother’s Love: A Magical Secret by @sweetbee78 with art by @artbyaleksandr

2/20 - Broken Things by @sickness-health-all-that-shit / with art by @cal-tastrophe

2/21 - Bridge of SIGHS by @notherenewjersey with art by @suzy-queued

2/22 - Where the gay weiners go by @spacerockwriting with art by @gallavichonly

2/23 - i’m not the way i was by @sam-loves-seb with art by @technotrousers

2/24 - Once Upon A Tire Iron by @arrowflier with art by @loftec

2/25 - Last Night at the Verona Grand Hotel by @the-rat-wins art by @deedala

2/26 - The Creamery by @ms-moonlight-inn with art by @filorux

2/27 - King of the Southside by @rayrayor with art by @filorux

2/28 - Wanderlust: Before the 90 Days by @aeliagioia with art by @loftec

#fandom event #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanfiction #ian x mickey fics #shameless fanfic

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batty4steddie · 3 months

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Art by the amazing @gallavichonly❤️️ for @shamelessbigbang round 12 written by @spicycinnabun and @batty4steddie.

Never Been Knotted

When Ian Gallagher, omega protection attorney with his family’s law firm Gallagher & Gallagher, goes to investigate an incident of sexual assault that happened at a nightclub called DNA in the South Side, he finds a little more than he bargained for in the club’s “Alpha” boss, Mickey Milkovich. Together, Ian and Mickey attempt to figure out how the assault happened, but their investigation comes to a screeching halt when Mickey suddenly goes into heat.

Everything is up on ao3!

#gallavich #shameless #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #mickey x ian #ian x mickey #gallavich au #abo au #omega mickey milkovich #alpha ian gallagher #shameless big bang #sbb12 #fic #abo #omegaverse

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steddiemicrofic · 24 days

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Steddie Microfic April 8th-14th Masterlist

A long night by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | cw: rough sex, angry sex, some breeding kink | tags: medieval au, king!steve, jester!eddie, top steve, bottom eddie

Should Have Told You by @mugloversonly | Rated G | no cw

Jester. by @hotluncheddie | Rated G | no cw | tags: royal fantasy au, jester!eddie, prince!steve, chubby steve harrington

Edzio Gąska by @fuctacles | Rated M | no cw | tags: medieval au, HOH steve, mute eddie, fade to black, established relationship

Twice Shy by @scoops-aboy86 | Rated G | no cw | tags: referenced recreational drug use, brief angst with a happy ending, nancy really messed steve up, chubby steve harrington if you squint

loved you in secret by @lihhelsing | Rated T | cw: angsty

since day one by @steveseddie | Rated G | no cw | tags: pre-relationship, steve has a crush, even gareth knows, soft boys

You can't fool yourself forever by @tinytalkingtina | Rated G | no cw | tags: eddie munson has a sexuality crisis, denial of feelings of self-acceptance, grappling with internalized homophobia briefly, getting together

Impossible to get more off track by @zombiethingy | Rated E | cw: outdoor masturbation, kinda messy | tags: truth or dare, coming in pants

the secrets that you keep by @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe | Rated M | no cw

In vino veritas by @medusapelagia | Rated M | cw: mention of drug and alcohol use, implied sexual content, bad decisions, open ending

only fools by @runninriot | Rated M | cw: mild/implied sexual content | tags: newly established relationship, boys in love making out, elvis lyrics

everywhere, everything by @cranberrymoons | Rated E | no cw | tags: bisexual self-discovery, gentle sex, tenderness

Fool Me by @mrsjellymunson | Rated M | cw: swearing, food play, self-deprecating eddie munson | tags: established relationship, set in 1987

untitled by @slavicviking | Rated T | no cw | tags: post-canon, hurt/comfort

Good Hurt by @batty4steddie | Rated M | no cw | tags: roughness, biting, self-deprecation

Pool Day by @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe | Rated T | no cw

Next Gen by @hellfireloserclub | Rated G | no cw

Inside The Fall by @griefabyss69 | Rated T | cw: mention of weed

raspberry fool by @ao3usermelancholyhues | Rated M | no cw

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficapril #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #masterlist

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jrooc · 1 month

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✨ Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thanks for the tags @mybrainismelted @heymrspatel @creepkinginc @deedala @energievie @darlingian I'm having a bad mental health day and reading through your responses is bringing me a lot of joy ❤️

Name: Jess

Age: A Nosho and a half

First Pet? My dog Chelsea

First Word? Absolutely no idea. It was probably something sarcastic.

First Celebrity Crush? Jonathan Taylor Thomas (JTT!), followed quickly by Leo and Joshua Jackson. Ahh the days of Tiger Beat posters.

First IRL Crush? Gary, he did not know I existed. BUT he grew up to be even more handsome so no shame.

First kiss? Ryan (I think his name was Ryan? I can picture his bleached hair. It was an awful kiss.)

First Car? A white Jeep Cherokee Laredo with pink and teal stripes fondly called the 'Super Jeep' by everyone in my class

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? A truly horrible basement apartment my sister found me in Montreal. The vibes were NOT vibing.

First time on a plane? I was very lucky and travelled a lot from a little age

First cellphone? Ummmm some shitty LG probably?

First concert? Sheryl Crow came through my tiny town for reasons I don't understand

First Foreign country you visited? England or Hawaii (guess that's 'Merica), can't remember

First sport you ever played? Cycling at 28. I did not sports before that, I read books like the dork I am 🤓

First career aspiration? A writer

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow": Hmmm never really been proud of my writing until now. I used to write I was just well aware it was awful. Or it was like a press release and there was nothing 'wow' about it.

Proving once again I cannot do one word answers lmao

Tagging you wonderful humans. No pressure, just saying hi! @gallapiech @mickeysgaymom @francesrose3 @sandrashaine @ninjacrowworld @sgtmickeyslaughter @gardenerian @stocious @transmurderbug @transmickey @tv-obssessions @ms-moonlight-inn @rayrayor @samantitheos @blue-disco-lights @sluttygallavich @batty4steddie @such-a-barbarian @gallavichsuperfan @guinguin1984 @doshiart @spookygingerr @ifallonblackdays @bellezabelize @callivich @look-i-love-u @krysmiss @palepinkgoat

#tag you're it #tag games #hugging my pocket friends

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steddiebang · 4 months

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Can I Keep It? | Mature | 65k

Authors: @real-tentacool and @batty4steddie Artist: @indibdraws

After nearly getting attacked by Eddie in the boathouse, Steve develops a soft spot for the charismatic Dungeon Master and invites him to hide out at his house. Little does he know, bringing Eddie home will not only open his heart but also a gate to the Upside Down, making things go from bad to batty.

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Pre-Relationship Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Past Jason Carver/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Max Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Jason Carver, Vecna, Nancy Wheeler, Karen Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair Tags: Vampire!Steve, S4 AU, Action & Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Shy!Eddie, Monster!Billy Trigger Warnings: Graphic Violence, Monster Gore, Blood Drinking, Demonic Possession, Minor Character Deaths

#steddiebang23 #steddiebang23 masterposts

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lithium80writer · 6 months

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Nine people I'd like to get to know better!

Thank you for the tag @lilthbunny 😘🖤

Last song: Scotty Doesn’t Know- Lustra

Favorite color: Black, forest green, and maroon

Currently watching: AHS: 1984, The Mick, rewatching Stranger Things for the 100th time

Last Movie/ Show: Scream for the 1000th time

Spicy/savory/sweet: spicyyy

Last Thing You Googled: my history is on auto delete 👀

No pressure tags: @littledemondani @littlesubbyflower @sflow1234 @eddiemunsonfuxks @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @rattkween86 @batty4steddie @strangerthingsbible @stevethekingharrington @trashmouth-richie

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spicycinnabun · 3 months

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There was no way Steve was going to agree to this (especially since he had already said no—not once, not twice, but three times), so Eddie did what he had to do: he pulled out the big guns.

Bambi eyes? Check. Quivering, pathetic pout? Check. Hands clasped together in the most humble, pleading way? Check.

“My beloved,” Eddie began. Syrupy, sweet voice? Check. “My beautiful boytoy, my hunky stud muffin, my gorgeous king, my main squeeze…please dress up as Princess Peach for our couples’ costume?”

Eddie wanted to be Bowser, damn it!

#fic #crackers #steddie drabble #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #crack fic #costume party #peaches peaches peaches peaches peaches #i looove youuu #oh #🍑#batty4steddie #how will Steve respond?#👸

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cndian · 10 months

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One word prompt!

My word is presenting

“You don’t gotta do that, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured, leaning over Steve to nuzzle down his spine. He was in such a pretty presenting position, but omegas only had to do that for Alphas if they weren’t already caught hook, line and sinker. Steve didn’t need to ask. “You’ve had my attention all day.”

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #ficlet #stranger things #drabble #writing prompt #writing game #batty4steddie #omegaverse #alpha!eddie #omega!steve #just a little spice #🌶️#abo dynamics

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spicycinnabun · 3 months

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No Take-backsies

WC: 2810 💊 Rating: T 💊 Written with the lovely @batty4steddie ~ Read on Ao3!

The bats were attacking him again. Clawing at him, biting, screeching while he writhed on the ground, frantically trying to paw them off. But he could barely move. Their fangs dug deeper, tearing him apart. He stared at the blood-red sky and screamed.

Eddie woke with a gasp, soaked in sweat, heart racing like he’d been running for miles. His sweat quickly turned cold, and then the tremors started, his head still filled with visions of flapping wings, gnashing teeth, and his own demise.

He glanced towards the other side of the bed where Steve slept peacefully, unaware. Started to reach out like he could shake Steve awake, and Steve would make everything okay again. Paused and retracted his hand just as he was about to touch him. No. Only kids needed to be comforted after a nightmare.

Eddie got out of bed. Carefully extracted an old Altoid tin from his nightstand, making sure the contents didn’t rattle. The drawer was right beside Steve. They weren’t Altoids. He dry swallowed two pills, one square and white and one round and yellow, staring at himself in the mirror with an ugly frown.

He looked so scared. It was disgusting. He washed his face in the bathroom sink vigorously to snap out of it and returned to bed, curling up against Steve’s back until the shaking stopped and the drugs took him down for an easier, dreamless sleep—the coward’s way.

Steve didn’t know how long Eddie was going to be gone. He felt slighted ever since Eddie had ransacked his room and found those fuzzy joke handcuffs. Granted, they finally got some use after that, but now Steve felt like digging around, too. Maybe he’d find something fun they could play with.

At first, all he could find were dice, guitar picks, playing cards, some coins… and a top hat? Okay, Eddie must have been a magician in his free time. After finding a mint tin in the nightstand drawer, Steve sat on the edge of the bed and shook it curiously just as Eddie walked in. He opened it expecting some tasty mints but realized the two different colors and shapes weren’t mints but a surplus of pills. He thought Eddie had stopped selling drugs.

Steve looked at them, confused. “Hey, what are these?”

Eddie froze when he saw what Steve was holding. Jesus Christ, he’d forgotten to hide them. (He should’ve known Steve would get him back for the fuzzy handcuff incident—a delightful surprise for Eddie that he’d teased Steve mercilessly about before playing with him equally mercilessly—and would search his drawers.)

“It’s not what you think,” Eddie said, tight-lipped. “I’m not dealing.”

Steve was wearing an expression Eddie hated. It wasn’t angry; it was confused and disappointed, which was even worse. Like Eddie had let him down. He never wanted to let Steve down. He had promised he’d stopped buying.

Eddie looked away, folding his arms across his stomach. His wounds, long since healed over, or so he’d told everybody, throbbed like they knew he was thinking about them. The scar tissue still hurt, still twinged deeply inside, all the damn time.

Rick, recently released from prison, had told him it was probably psychosomatic when Eddie had come to him in desperation, asking for something to take the pain away. It was driving him insane, and he could barely hide it from Steve any longer. Rick had sold Eddie two bottles somewhat reluctantly. One for when the pain was unbearable, the other to help him sleep. His nightmares were getting worse.

“They’re for me,” he admitted lowly, shame making his voice quake slightly.

Steve could physically feel Eddie withdraw from him as he spoke. His crossed arms felt like a barrier, keeping Steve out. He closed the tin, feeling his nose burn with hurt that Eddie was keeping this from him. Steve tucked the box back in the drawer and shut it.

He hadn’t jumped to the conclusion that Eddie was assuming. He hadn’t even given Eddie an ultimatum to stop selling drugs. Eddie had told Steve he didn’t want to do them anymore.

Eddie still wasn’t looking at him, making Steve feel queasy and uneasy. Eddie really wasn’t as okay as Steve thought he was. It must’ve been bad for him to be secretly taking pills.

“You’re not doing okay?” He stood up to ask, feeling struck with the same amount of guilt Eddie felt in shame. He touched Eddie’s face to get him to look at him, needing to hear the truth.

Eddie didn’t know why just hearing Steve say not and okay in the same sentence triggered such a strong feeling in his chest, his heart constricting painfully beneath his ribs and making his next breath hitch suddenly, unevenly. His face burned under Steve’s palm from the rush of heavy, unexpected emotion. He met Steve’s gaze because he wasn’t a coward anymore. (But why did it hurt so fucking badly?)

“I’m gonna be. I’m gonna be okay really soon, Steve. Won’t be long.”

“How long has this been going on, Eddie?”

It had been happening since they’d escaped the Upside Down, but Eddie couldn’t voice that.

“Couple more—couple more days, and I’ll stop,” he promised, eyes filling with tears despite his forced confidence. He didn’t blink, not wanting them to fall. He didn’t want Steve to worry about him. “I’ll stop taking them.”

He was disappointed in himself. He didn’t want to rely on pills or, even worse, crawl towards an addiction. He wasn’t going to let it get to that point. He was cleaning up his act this year completely. No more low-life shit, no more drugs. It was a vow he’d made not only to himself after his life had been spared but to his friends and Uncle Wayne and his mother, six feet under.

Steve had gone through so much more. Steve had gone to the Pain and Trauma Olympics each year and probably came out on the first-place podium. Eddie had just been attacked by some fucking bats. It was pathetic how he wasn’t coping, how his face was two seconds away from crumpling from a simple question. Not the way any hero should act.

“Just a couple more days,” he repeated, rubbing his hands against his thighs, using the rough friction of his jeans against his fingers to try and ground himself, to get himself together before something bad happened (like he fell apart).

Steve blinked and let his hand fall from Eddie’s face. Eddie really hadn’t been planning to tell him.

Steve wasn’t insensitive. He could tell now that Eddie wasn’t okay. It was heartbreaking to see the pain in Eddie’s eyes, but everything he was saying felt like bullshit. Eddie’s words felt like an aftershock, the way the ground would shake before and after the Upside Down split Hawkins in half. Steve’s heart was split, too, half aching for Eddie and the other half angry at him.

In utter disbelief, Steve’s brow furrowed, expressing a mix of anger and confusion. “A couple more days. You didn’t even... talk to me. You’re not talking to me now. I fucking asked you if you were okay. I thought you trusted me. I trusted you, and now… now I’m not so sure why I did.”

Steve was angry—anger Eddie could deal with. It was effective in the way it solidified him, turning him back into a functioning being again. He sniffed, composed himself, crossed his arms and leaned back against the door frame.

Trust? It was an impossible thing. Eddie had never trusted anybody one hundred percent. Not since he was a naive kid trailing after his dad. It was a recipe for disaster. He saw the worst in people. It hadn’t always been that way, but it was now. Steve was too trusting if he’d trusted Eddie.

“I didn’t want to tell you.”

He knew Steve wasn’t Mr. Perfect, that he had been affected too, but it sure seemed that way sometimes. It had been weeks since they’d been in the Upside Down, and Steve didn’t appear to be having any of the same troubles Eddie was. Eddie didn’t like the power imbalance. Pretending he was as happy as Steve, as okay as Steve, had seemed like the best option.

“But I do trust you,” Eddie continued, voice low and no longer at risk of trembling. “I trust you as much as I’m able to. I didn’t believe you wouldn’t think less of me and treat me differently if you knew.” He shrugged and admitted plainly, “I didn’t think you’d like me anymore.”

Sure, Steve would never say out loud he thought Eddie was weak or a loser, but he might think it. It might linger in the back of his mind whenever they did anything in the future. It would be natural, anyway. Eddie was both of those things. He was weak, and he was a loser.

Steve more than liked Eddie. That was why he was angry. He’d been vulnerable, too. They’d made it through the town. Their lives had literally fallen apart. They both had physical scars now, but they also had each other.

He was mad, mostly at himself for thinking that he would be enough. He thought that Eddie would confide in him and come to him when he was in pain instead of turning to drugs. Steve couldn’t comprehend the pain Eddie had felt for him to feel the need to hide it until Eddie told him what he was afraid of.

The fear of not being liked or loved Steve had faced head-on. To a fault, he was a fixer. A go-with-the-flow type and a people pleaser. All he wanted was to be loved. Steve would do or say anything. Despite doing all the right things, his dad had never told him he’d done a good job or that he’d loved him. Nancy hadn’t told him she loved him either because she hadn’t at all. Steve had figured that out and moved on.

Steve took his own resilience for granted and expected others to be resilient. He’d expected it from Eddie; the intense but invisible amount of pressure he put on himself, he’d put on Eddie, too. He realized that his reaction had been all wrong.

“I love you,” Steve said. It was his best ammunition to confront Eddie’s fear. “I have and still do. That’s never going to change.”

“You love me?” Eddie repeated. His voice was faint. Hopeful yet disbelieving. Ecstatic yet scared. He was glad he was leaning against something. His legs threatened to wobble. “Stevie…”

They’d never said that to each other before. How was it possible Steve loved him? (Him, Eddie, a no-good Munson? They weren’t deserving of love.) Even now, after he’d learned Eddie had been keeping a secret from him. Maybe the universe was teasing Eddie like it sometimes liked to do. Dangling something wonderful in front of him only to rip it away later. That was the only logical reason someone as good as Steve would fall for him.

As for Eddie’s feelings… Could you truly love someone when you couldn’t trust them fully? Of course you could. You just loved them and also possessed a constant fear they would change their mind and leave you as soon as they discovered they didn’t like something about you, or you couldn’t provide them something they wanted, or you disappointed them.

Eddie swallowed. It was his turn to move forward and cup Steve’s face with a gentle hand. His palm and rings were cold against Steve’s flushed skin. When Eddie experienced intense emotions, his body usually went frigidly cold. Steve’s, he’d learned, did the opposite.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Eddie said. It was the first time he’d ever said that to someone romantically, and he found it was the easiest thing in the world to confess. “How could I not? You’re such an amazing person. You have so many beautiful qualities I fucking adore. I just…” He shook his head and tried on a signature Munson smile, but it was crooked and didn’t sit right. “Are you sure? Never is a big word. Final chance to opt out before I enforce the no take-backsies rule.”

That was a joke. A very, very weak joke. Of course Steve could opt out of loving and liking him whenever he wanted to. That was the whole point.

Steve blinked. He felt extremely warm—his face burned—but Eddie’s cool touch calmed him when his heart sped up. Part of Steve worried. Had Eddie said I love you back just because Steve had said it first? But when Eddie went on a mini rant, much softer than his normal rants (he was praising Steve too much), Steve had to laugh. Eddie was so cute that it made Steve smile so big his eyes crinkled. His expression softened.

Eddie pressed their foreheads together, looking into Steve’s eyes for a moment before closing his own. “You wanna keep me even though you deserve better?”

Steve found himself nodding automatically. Of course he did. Steve loved Eddie. He thought Eddie knew that even though Steve hadn’t told him. Steve felt it from Eddie, too—every day—and thought about it pretty much constantly. Even (maybe especially) when Eddie was being annoyingly nerdy. Had that not shown?

Steve was worried, but it felt good to have finally said it out loud. He hadn’t been holding the words hostage. He was just waiting, wanting it to be special and meaningful and not let it slip out during sex.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” Steve murmured. “My love for you isn’t just going to vanish.”

Steve didn’t understand why most men in his life, besides his dad, put him on such a fucking pedestal. It was like he couldn’t live up to the man, the myth, the legend King Steve. There was nothing wrong with Eddie. Steve loved how sweet, talented, kind and passionate he was. Eddie had given him everything he’d been missing and hadn’t even known he’d wanted.

Steve pulled back so he could kiss the top of Eddie’s head. “I’m going to keep you for as long as you let me. You deserve to not be in pain and to be loved by me, even though doing that can’t stop you from hurting. I wish it could. I’d take all your pain and stomp it out.” Steve moved his hand to rest over Eddie’s heart.

Eddie made a noise from his throat. It was a weird, spastic, almost frustrated sound, but it was really just a reaction to information he was trying to process and believe and was unable to process and couldn’t believe, and it almost hurt how good it felt. He breathed deeply to get a hold of himself. “If you don’t get in bed and cuddle me this instant, I’m gonna call 911,” he declared.

It was a ridiculous response to such tender words, but Eddie was Eddie. He hustled Steve onto the bed gently but bossily because, honestly, he needed it, and Steve was giving off heat like a little space heater, and Eddie was still trembly like he got whenever he went too long without a cigarette. His adrenaline was kicking hard from Steve’s declarations, and he needed a nice, really motherfucking tight squeeze to contain all the feelings that were trying to explode out of his body like a bunch of wacky waving inflatable arm-flailing tube men.

He knew they still had to talk. He had to open up to Steve about what was going on with him, but maybe they could put that off just a little longer and do it tomorrow.

Although their conversation was heavy, and confessing their love for one another for the first time was something special, Steve felt relieved with the reprieve of Eddie’s everyday silliness. Getting ushered back to the bed was just what he needed.

He couldn’t be mad at Eddie. Not really. He didn’t like what he’d discovered, but at least he knew now. Steve instantly wrapped Eddie up in his arms and squeezed him tightly. He wanted Eddie to feel the love. When that didn’t feel like enough, Steve wrapped his legs around him, giving him the biggest full-body squeeze he could and breathing him in.

Eddie shuddered in relief and made another noise from his throat. A soft one, a grateful one. All their tension melted away together, and Steve finally relaxed his love (death) grip and kissed Eddie reassuringly on the mouth.

Steve had never been addicted to anything—not really. He didn’t have to drink or smoke. He could live without it. The closest thing he'd ever been hooked on was Eddie, and he intended to keep it that way. Steve couldn’t live without him.

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Magic Charm ✨

Prompt: Charm 🦇 WC: 548 🦇 Rated: T 🦇 For @steddiemicrofic 🦇 Co-written with the awesome @batty4steddie 💕

“Harringking!” Eddie tripped over the rug in front of the couch and his own feet and fell onto Steve. It wasn’t the smooth entrance he’d planned, but it worked in his favor because he was now sitting in Steve’s lap. Giving him a charismatic, drunken smile after he straightened himself out, Eddie said, “Your majesty, might I interest you in a magic charm? And before you correct me, I say charm instead of trick because it will charm you right into my bed. Probably. Maybe.”

He glanced at Chrissy, his moral support who was entirely against this plan and who was in the corner of the room with one of the other cheerleaders, eyes wide and cheeks bulging with laughter as she mouthed, “Eddie, no!”

“There is a slight chance,” Eddie amended, “that it will charm your pants off.” Steve was startled, to say the least. One second, he was being beckoned, and the next, Eddie Munson’s bony ass had landed in his lap. He was sitting next to the prettiest girl that had graced his party. He hadn’t caught her name yet and he was about to work his own charm to get her in his lap, but the crash of a big, drunk, goofy puppy had scared her away. Goddamn it.

Steve looked at Eddie, completely unamused. His eyebrows rose as Eddie continued. “Are you hitting on me?” He had to ask the most obvious question. “How would I end up in your bed if we’re at my house?”

Magic charm, Steve’s ass.

Now, most people would have been deterred by an expression like that. But Eddie, nearly sloshed and chock full of liquid courage as he was, only took it as a sign to try harder.

“Excellent questions, excellent questions. Yes, I am absolutely hitting on you, and luckily, I have my trusty steed sitting right outside, waiting to whisk you away.”

It was time for the charm. Eddie took his hand out of his pocket, revealing a match pinched between his fingers with a surprise hidden in the palm of his hand, unseen. In his other pocket was the matchbox. He brought it out and struck the match against it, congratulating himself for not fumbling it with his tipsy hands.

Glancing at Steve over the flickering flame, Eddie blew it out gently and, at the same time, released the trigger with his middle finger. A red rose popped up where the match had been. Usually, the roses were cheap plastic, but Eddie had bought a real one.

He plucked it and held it out to Steve. “Almost as beautiful as your eyes.” Steve looked past Eddie to see if anyone else was paying attention to them. They weren’t, so he was in a bit of disbelief that this wasn’t a joke. That was when he caught Chrissy’s eyes. She mouthed, “Be nice. He likes you.”

Steve turned his attention back to Eddie just in time for the match to go out. He realized it wasn’t just some silly trick when a real rose was revealed. His cheeks burned as red as the rose after Eddie complimented his eyes. Steve took it from Eddie and tucked it behind his ear. “Okay, you can show me your steed.”

Eddie clambered up and offered Steve his hand.

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