#eddie just brings steve down to sit on top of him and he wraps all his arms around steve

[munsonfamilyband]

Bitchy Steve who is also touch starved is so personal to me

Like, Steve who is just overall in a bad mood and has been snapping at anyone and everyone all day. Everyone is over at his house and he’s just bitching at everyone for the smallest things. Dustin brushes crumbs off his hand onto a throw pillow that normally Steve would have no issue with, gets him ripping the pillow away from Dustin and shoving it on the couch out of reach. Mike makes a snarky comment and Steve bitches right back. It keeps going until one of the kids (probably Will or El because Max thrives off of Steve’s bitchy moods) goes up to Eddie to beg him to do something, anything, to fix Steve’s mood. Eddie just looks at the kid and then at Steve and is like “I got this.” He walks over to Steve, grabs his arm and pulls Steve with him towards an arm chair. Eddie plops down into it and pulls Steve down on top of him, arms wrapped tight around his waist so he can’t leave.

Steve doesn’t even try to get away, he just huffs and crosses his arms but everyone can see him lean back into Eddie with a frown still firmly on his face. As they keep sitting there, Eddie ending up with a hand in Steve’s hair, they can see the anger slowly drip off of Steve. And even if he still sends snarky comments, they don’t have nearly as much bite to them.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #this is such a personal thing #i love soft steve but he’s also such a Bitch and I love him #there are 2 people that can calm steve down and they do it very similarly #eddie just brings steve down to sit on top of him and he wraps all his arms around steve #robin climbs on top of steve and does basically the same this as eddie but from in front of him #steve getting a weighted blanket and being like oh??? this is like getting hugs always

[solarmorrigan]

“Hey.”

Eddie looks up from the inventory sheet he’s bent over (the new shipment of records isn’t going to record itself – Christ, that was awful, Henderson is contagious) to see his coworker Kyle poking his head into the back room.

“Someone left something for you at the counter.”

“Who?” Eddie asks, brows furrowed.

Most everyone in town seems to have let the murder accusations drop (embarrassed enough by their own fanatical reactions that they’d much rather forget the whole thing), but a few people still treat him like a felon walking free; it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.

“Uh, real normie-looking guy. Gives you a ride sometimes.”

Eddie blinks. “Steve?”

“Yeah, sure.” Kyle shrugs. “Says you left it in his car.”

Whatever Eddie is expecting to see when he follows Kyle back out to the front counter of the music shop, a brown bag lunch isn’t it. He most certainly hadn’t left that in Steve’s car this morning.

Steve hadn’t even given him a ride that morning.

But it’s got his name on it, sure enough, in Steve’s weirdly neat handwriting. The asshole even drew a little heart next to it.

Eddie can already feel a smile pulling across his face as he snatches up the bag. Maybe he hadn’t forgotten his lunch in Steve’s car, but he certainly hadn’t brought one in with him. He’d been planning to hit up the McDonald’s down the street if he got desperate, but whatever Steve’s brought him is bound to be better.

“Your girlfriend pack that for you?” Kyle asks.

Eddie lets out a little huff of a laugh, for a minute not quite sure how to answer.

Gender assumptions aside, Eddie doesn’t know what to call this thing with Steve – this thing where they’d started screwing and then they’d started falling asleep together without screwing and then they’d started spending all their free time together and now Steve does things like pack Eddie lunch and bring it to him at work.

“Sorta,” he finally settles on.

“Dude, if she’s making you lunch and writing little hearts next to your name, she’s more than ‘sorta’ your girlfriend,” Kyle says.

“Yeah… Maybe,” Eddie allows, because – well, because maybe.

“Pretty nice of your friend to drive it over, though,” Kyle says. “Pretty sure at least half of my friends would’ve just eaten it.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says again, warm and a little smug, “Steve’s a good dude.”

He digs into the lunch sack and finds an apple sitting on top (of course), a baggie of Keebler fudge cookies (score), and a Tupperware container filled with–

“Oh, fuck yes!” Eddie hugs the precious little tub full of macaroni and cheese to his chest like he’s doing his best Gollum impression. There is nothing in the world better than Steve’s mac and cheese.

It’s still warm.

“I’m taking my break!” Eddie declares, skittering off to the back room before Kyle can argue.

He sits himself down in the employee break area (a crappy folding table, two mismatched chairs, and a microwave so old he’s probably getting radiation poisoning just by sitting next to it) and digs in to the cheesy goodness that is Steve’s cooking.

He’ll eat the apple after, he reasons.

(No he won’t.)

As he eats, his eyes drift back to the crumpled brown bag, to the little heart drawn in bleeding black sharpie, and he thinks.

-

Steve’s house smells like chicken and herbs when Eddie lets himself in early in the evening, and oh, Steve must be in a good mood today.

Eddie feels spoiled.

He finds Steve in the kitchen, wrist-deep in sudsy water as he sways back and forth absently to the tune of the rock station coming from the radio on the windowsill. The room is warm, and something delicious-smelling in a covered pan is simmering on the stove, and the space behind Steve is invitingly empty, just waiting for Eddie to sidle up into it.

Eddie feels so, so spoiled.

Steve doesn’t startle when Eddie slides in behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, but Eddie isn’t really surprised anymore; it seems like Steve can always tell when someone is there.

He does glance over his shoulder, though, just long enough for Eddie to see the smile on his face before he turns back to the dishes. “Hi.”

Eddie’s pretty sure the smile on his own face is softer and infinitely more besotted. “Hi.”

“Good day at work?” Steve asks.

Eddie hums, pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s shoulder. “You brought me lunch.”

“I’m glad Kyle actually gave it to you,” Steve says. “Wasn’t sure someone else wouldn’t eat it.”

“I got it,” Eddie says, as if there was any doubt with the way he’s still smiling in between trailing little kisses up Steve’s neck.

Steve shuts the water off and dries his hands on the towel hanging off the cupboard door before turning in Eddie’s arms to give him a proper kiss. “It was good?”

Eddie hums again. “You brought me lunch.”

“We’ve established that, yeah,” Steve laughs, allowing Eddie another kiss as he grins.

“You made me lunch,” Eddie says, pecking another kiss to Steve’s lips, still smiling like an idiot. “And you drove it up to the store for me.”

Steve shrugs, a little coy. “It’s my day off. I had time to kill.”

“Kyle says that makes you more than sorta my girlfriend,” Eddie replies, as if that will make any sense at all to Steve.

Whether it makes sense or not, it does make him laugh, and Eddie peppers kisses all over his face while he does.

“So it was good?” Steve asks again, when he’s caught his breath.

“You made me lunch and then you drove it over to me,” Eddie stresses. “It could’ve tasted like ass, and it still would’ve been the best thing ever.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but is more than obliging to the deep kiss Eddie pulls him into after that.

“But just so we’re clear,” Steve says when they break apart, “it didn’t taste like ass, right?”

“Oh my god, no,” Eddie finally relents. “It was literally the best thing I’ve ever eaten. I’m going to marry you so you can make that mac and cheese for me every day.”

“Every day, huh?” There’s a funny little smile climbing back over Steve’s face. “You sure you won’t get sick of it?”

“Nah,” Eddie replies confidently. “Never.”

They’re both smiling a little too much now to really kiss, but they make a good go of it anyway.

[Prompt: Smiling between kisses]

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddiesteve #solar wrote

[luveline]

Hi Jade! I absolutely love your writing, especially when you write for Eddie or Steve. Love these two. I was wondering if you could write about an insucure reader who has been rejected a lot and doesn't believe it when someone actually starts loving her for who she is. I'd love this with either Eddie or Steve . You can choose who you want to write for. If you don't wanna write something like this, that's fine too. Just know that I love your writing!

ty for requesting!! —you have a hard time believing eddie loves you, but he does. fem, 1.1k

“Oh my god.” 

Eddie freaks you out when he talks like that. His voice turns hoarse, almost grainy, like he’s in shock, or he can’t get a grip. 

“That’s what you’re wearing?” he asks. 

“It’s not alright?” you ask, looking down at your outfit. It’s just jeans and a chunky cardigan. He sounds like he loves it, but your brain goes straight to worry anyhow. 

“No, not alright.” He leans back against your pillows, his arms behind his head and his biceps doing something cruel against his shirt sleeves. “Not alright at all. Do a spin?” 

You shake your head severely. 

“Doll,” he says, pouting gently. “Please?” 

“No, if it looks bad, I’ll change,” you say. 

“It doesn’t look bad! I’m kidding. You look the opposite of bad, so do a spin!” 

You love his voice and the way he talks, and you love him —though of course he doesn’t know it— so you end up doing a slow spin for him in your bedroom. You’ve buttoned the top button of your cardigan and it’s a very static movement, but he oohs, ahs, and sits up quickly. 

“Yeah, you look fucking beautiful.” 

“Boo,” you mumble. 

“Just as I suspected you would.” He gestures you forward. “Wait, come over here a second.” 

Eddie says wait as an act of persuasion, or a white lie; he makes it sound as though there’s something urgent afoot, but there never is. He grabs your arm when you’re close enough, then your back, looking up into your face imploringly. “I just wanted to look at you.” Being held like this warms you from the inside out. His hand scrunches your cardigan and shirt, the other bringing your arm to his chest. “But you guessed that.” 

“No, I…” You smile in a flat line. “You’re sure I look good?” 

“Of course I am. I was kidding,” he says, softer now. “You know? I was being sarcastic, because you look that good it’s crazy to imply you look bad. I promise.” 

You sit down on the bed beside him. 

“You look so pretty,” he says. 

You nod as a strange ache blossoms in your throat. “Sorry,” you say, wishing you could explain it to him. You weren’t always scared of what people are thinking, but past dismissal has left you off kilter, and now he’s paying the price. 

“For what, angel?” he asks, though he’s not waiting for an answer. “You’re…you do look beautiful, you do, I’m not messing around. Well, I was. But I’m not now, so don’t be sorry, and don’t worry. I love this stuff, I fucking love the jeans, you have nice thighs,” —he laughs at your tired sigh— “and I love buttons. These buttons are great.” 

You let your cheek rest gently on his arm, still laughing. He’s such a sweetheart when he wants to be, but he’s not half as cool as he thinks he is. He’s too earnest to be a bad boy. “Thank you.” 

“I love you.” 

You shake your head. Eddie’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer, face encouraged into his neck. “I do,” he says gently. “I’ve told you before, haven’t I?” 

“Yes.” 

He brings his hand to the back of your neck. “Mm. And have I given you any reason to think I’m lying?” 

“I don’t think you’re lying, I just think that… that I… you know.”

“I know. Doesn’t make it true.” He sounds a peculiar mixture of sad and happy at once. Find concern, perhaps, or loving derision. “I love you, and I’d love it if you walked around in bobbly sweaters and clogs. I don’t care what you wear, ‘cos it’s you.” 

“There’s nothing even that good about me to feel that way for.” 

“You don’t think so, but I do.” He turns his face down to you and presses the bridge of his nose to your temple. 

His t-shirt smells like clary soap. You curl your hand into the front of it, the soft wall of his abdomen underneath a familiar comfort. He hugs you tighter still. Eddie’s told you he loves you a few times, and you’d thought that when a guy finally felt the same way about you, everything would be fixed, you could say it back and live happily ever after, but it hasn’t worked out that way so far. Every time he tells you he loves you, you’re paralysed by the idea that he can’t. But then he holds you like this and you start to wonder if he’s telling the truth. 

He kisses the side of your face. “You okay?” he asks, kissing you again to punctuate. 

“Yes. Yeah.” You work your arms behind his back and squeeze him. 

Eddie encourages your head back carefully. He meets your eyes; all you can see is his irises, deeply brown, and his long lashes where they tent together. You’re too close to see his lips, but you can sense that he’s smiling from the warmth in his eyes and the slight droop of his eyelids. 

“Kiss?” he murmurs. 

You hum a yes. Eddie nudges your nose with his until there’s space to kiss you, your lips pressed tight and then less so, a dance of sweet kisses. You relax under his touch, the physical evidence of his affection, so totally that your back clicks. He smiles into your mouth but pulls away, too tempted by the opportunity to make a joke. 

“You need a masseuse,” he says, bringing his hand to your cheek. 

“No, I don’t.” You can practically see the steam radiating off of your cheeks. 

“You totally do. I could give you a massage, babe. I’m really good.” 

“No… we’re going to the movies.” 

“See, that sounds like you do want one. I can give you one later.” 

You look at him for too long, his brows pulling together in concern, but it’s nothing he has to worry about. “Love you,” you say quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for another hug. 

His arm stutters at your side. “I love you,” you correct. The ‘I’ is important, especially when he’s never heard it from you before. It’s easy to love someone so patient, and so funny. 

He hugs you tight and sudden. “Yeah,” he says, “I love you too.” His watch digs into your spine. You don’t tell him. It’ll probably bruise, but you just don’t care. It’s nice to be loved fiercely. 

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[mcdynamite]

Steve Harrington learns a lot of things about Eddie Munson in the months following Vecnapocalypse.

He learns who Eddie's favorite bands are and what toppings Eddie likes on his pizza. He learns that Eddie likes to talk, but is also frighteningly observant. He learns what Eddie is like when he's high, when he's drunk, when he's exhausted after weeks of shitty sleep plagued with nightmares. He learns all of these things and more, and he’s surprised to find that he really, really likes what he learns. Because Eddie is weird and loud and quirky, but he's also kind and attentive and the sort of person who just wants to bring a smile to your face when you're hurting, and it's good. 

Eddie is good.

The thing Steve learns that he can't seem to stop thinking about, though, is that Eddie is undoubtedly the most physically affectionate person he's ever met.

It starts in the hospital, less than forty-eight hours after Vecna's defeat, when Eddie wakes up. Steve is on Eddie Duty at the time, keeping watch over a man who hasn't woken up since nearly dying in the Upside Down, when suddenly... Eddie's hand twitches. And Steve does what anyone would do - he scrambles to grab hold of it. He takes Eddie's hand and squeezes, and sure enough, Eddie squeezes back and then he just... won't let go. Eddie’s fingers stay curled around Steve’s even when his eyes flutter open, and the nurses come in to check on him. So Steve holds his hand until the drugs pull Eddie back into slumber, and he doesn't think much of it.

Only, after that, it's like the floodgates have opened. Eddie is touching Steve constantly. He's linking their arms while they walk out of the hospital for the first time. He's sitting so close during movie nights that their legs press against each other. He's resting his head on Steve's shoulder - sometimes even dozing there. Or when Steve is tired, he's pulling Steve towards him so Steve can have a few minutes to close his eyes, secure beneath Eddie’s arm.

It's weird, at first, but it's not uncomfortable. Just... different. So Steve just goes with it.

By the time a few months have passed, he's so used to touching Eddie that it hardly feels like anything more than the natural next step when they eventually start sharing a bed.

They're at Steve's house the first time it happens - loose-limbed and sleepy from the joint they shared earlier with Nancy and Robin. The girls have taken the guest room for themselves, and Eddie doesn't even bother to ask where he's going to be sleeping. He just follows Steve to his room and climbs under the covers beside him - both of them stripped down to just a t-shirt and boxers. Steve doesn't question it, not even when Eddie scoots a little bit closer, eyes wide and searching, and brushes Steve's arm with the backs of his fingers.

"Night, Stevie," Eddie says softly, fingers drifting leisurely back and forth on the skin of Steve's bicep. It feels nice. Soothing. It makes him feel strangely warm inside.

So Steve just smiles, wishes him goodnight in return, and lets himself drift off to sleep.

The second time, they're at Eddie's. Steve has rushed over to the trailer in the middle of the night after receiving a frantic, post-nightmare phone call from Eddie. Steve takes one look at the metalhead’s red-rimmed eyes and trembling bottom lip and pulls him into a crushing hug.

Eddie clings to Steve like he's afraid to let go, and Steve lets him. Eventually, they end up in Eddie's bed, but they still haven't let go of each other. Steve lays on his back and wraps his arms around a trembling Eddie, who pillows his head on Steve's chest. Eddie is wrapped around him like a koala, and Steve thinks it should be weird, being so close to another guy, but it's not. It just feels safe, and he gets the best night's sleep he's had in years when they finally find sleep again.

Then, it just sort of keeps happening.

Sometimes, Steve calls Eddie after a nightmare, and Eddie makes the drive to Loch Nora to cuddle Steve back to sleep. Other times, it's the other way around. Sometimes it's neither, and it's just them making excuses to stay over at each other's houses ("I had a beer, so maybe I shouldn't drive"; "I don't wanna drive home in the rain"; "your place is closer to work anyways").

Eventually, they stop making excuses altogether after the night Eddie looks at Steve in the dim light of the trailer and simply murmurs, "I don't want you to go."

After that, most nights look something like this:

Eddie, wrapped around Steve with his chest to Steve's back, pressed together from head to toe, sharing warmth to fend off the broken limbs and cursed bats that haunt their nightmares.

Steve, running his fingers through Eddie's hair while they wait for sleep to take them - Steve on his back, and Eddie with his head resting on Steve's chest and an arm thrown across Steve's stomach, draped across him protectively.

Eddie, curling towards a trembling Steve after a nightmare, foreheads pressed together while Eddie uses gentle hands to wipe away the tears and murmurs soft comforts until the vice around Steve's lungs loosens its grip.

Steve, spooning Eddie from behind, his own knees tucked into the backs of Eddie's, his face buried in the warm juncture of Eddie's neck, and Eddie's soft curls brushing against Steve's cheeks.

It's just them - Eddie and Steve and Steve and Eddie - in the darkest hours, night after night. Sharing breaths and trading secrets and granting trust until one day, Steve wakes up to the feeling of Eddie's warm body against his own, and Eddie's soft breath on his skin, and he realizes that somewhere along the line, something changed.

Somewhere along the line, between nightmares and secrets and achingly gentle touches, Steve fell in love.

And, God, he's still falling.

Eddie wakes only moments later, rolling over beneath Steve's arm so they're no longer spooning, but facing each other, his big, brown eyes landing on Steve's to fix him with a sleepy smile. It's beautiful. Eddie is beautiful, and Steve can't believe he didn't see it before.

He grants Eddie a smile in return, along with a soft, raspy, "Hi."

Eddie's smile widens. "Hi."

Steve stares at him for a long moment, gaze lingering on Eddie's long lashes, on the freckles that dot Eddie's nose and cheeks, so close now that Steve could count them, if he wanted to. He thinks he probably will, one day. The look in Eddie's eyes is soft and open, and the unabashed love shining through them nearly knocks the air from Steve's lungs.

"Did you know?" Steve asks softly, brushing their noses together. "Did you know that I'm in love with you?"

Steve hears Eddie's breath catch. He watches Eddie's eyes widen. "No," Eddie breathes. "But I hoped. God, I fucking hoped."

Steve swallows as his entire body tingles with emotion. He's so happy he sort of wants to cry. He thinks he might, if Eddie keeps looking at him like that - like Steve is a goddamn miracle. "Yeah?" Steve whispers.

Eddie nods, a wobbly smile forming on his lips. "Yeah, Stevie. Don't know if I would've survived, if it was just me."

Steve can't help himself. He kisses Eddie's forehead, lets his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away. "It's not just you, Eds. Promise."

And that morning, Steve Harrington learns yet another thing about Eddie Munson. He learns how Eddie kisses - like Steve is something beautiful. Precious. Worth taking care of. Like Eddie loves him, and Steve loves Eddie.

Steve learns how Eddie kisses, and he thinks it's probably his favorite thing he's learned yet.

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[finntheehumaneater]

I owe you a black eye and two kisses

(Part two)

Now on Ao3

playlist | pinboard TW: drugs, swearing

Steve knew this was a bad idea. He knew it, and yet there he was, doing it anyway. His hands were shaking, and he was pretty sure he was still bleeding somewhere, but he sat patiently at the picnic table behind Hawkins High, waiting for the dealer to show up.

And honestly? Drugs wouldn't fix his situation. If anything, they would probably make it worse. But he just wanted to get back to that floaty-feeling he had felt with Robin a few days ago—to get rid of the feeling that he wasn't safe, because the people who hurt him were gone, and he was fine.

He should be fine, but he wasn't.

And he had a headache, just to top it all off.

He pressed his face into his hands, hating the way That his still-raw skin stung at the contact, but he didn't have the energy to lift his head up. He had felt on the verge of passing out for hours, and he was probably some kind of fucked up, again. But how would he know?

After starcourt, he had pushed the paramedics away—insisting that they check on everyone else, first, leaving him to sit in the back of an ambulance alone— his bruised-up Knees dangling over the edge of the vehicle, a blanket wrapped around his shoulder.

He hadn't needed it. He should have given it to someone else.

He could have gotten himself killed by refusing medical help like that. But that's who he's supposed to be, right? The self-sacrificing hero who puts others before himself—always making sure that everyone else is okay and comfortable before he limps off to go and tend to his own wounds in solitude.

And that's what he was doing. Tending to his own wounds. By buying drugs, of course, like any reasonable person would do. Besides, getting high was always more fun for him after serious head-trauma. He knew the risks, and he liked them.

He and Robin would have to find a new job, too.

Family Video was hiring soon, though, he had seen an ad for it in the newspaper this morning. He'd have to talk to Robin about that. But, then again, he’d probably end up vetoing the option, since he really didn't want to work for Keith.

A voice startled him from his thoughts —a teasing "Well, well, if it ish't Steve Harrington"—and he panicked, his body flinching into itself on its own, back curled like that would protect him from any kind of harm. He could still be beaten senseless like that, though, he knew from experience.

Steve forced himself to straighten, taking a deep breath, and trying to ignore the way that the pounding in his head only got worse after the sudden movement.

He didn't turn as Eddie Munson made his way to The other side of the picnic table, sitting down and placing his small, metal lunchbox between them.

“Munson,” Steve muttered, Kkeeping his head ducked, his eyes glued to a spot of lichen growing out of the wood of the table, desperately hoping that the hair falling over his forehead would help hide his battered-up face better. 

“Harrington,” Eddie said back, but the cockines and teasing in his voice faltered slightly. "Shit, man, what happened to you?"

Steve shook his head, trying to turn away, but Eddie must have leaned over the table, because there was a thumb pressed to his chin, bringing his face up—the tip of it just brushing his bottom lip for a moment. It didn't move away when he winced and tugged back slightly, his skin burning at the contact. “Steve. What happened?"

Steve moved his eyes up to meet Eddie’s, and he had never felt more exposed in a t-shirt and jeans than he did now, what with the way Eddie was looking at him. It was Robin's Madonna t-shirt, and even though she only wore baggy things, really, it was still a bit tight on him, pushing up against his stomach a bit. But he had borrowed it because it was soft and cotton, the kind of fabric that didn't make him feel like he'd need to peel off his skin to be comfortable again after wearing it.

"Starcourt, " Steve managed, kind of loving the way that Eddie's thumb pressed against his skin a bit harder, his index finger hooked under Steve's chin to keep him in place. "M'okay."

Eddie narrowed his eyes, looking Steve over again, and Steve could feel his face flush as Eddie ran a finger down Steve’s bruised cheek and sighed. “Huh. Alright, then. Glad you’re okay.”

Steve nodded and watched as Eddie opened the box, looking at Steve expectantly, because of course he was waiting for Steve to tell him what he wanted, but Steve was feeling unsure, now. Did he really need to get high? That didn’t seem like it would help with his headache. He had really only done this once, and he felt horrible afterwards.

“I—I can’t do this,” He choked out, hating the way that his eyes stung, his hands gripping at his arms as he looked away, because he was tired. He was tired, that was it. Definitely. His fingers dug into his skin a bit harder, and he managed to get out an, “I’m sorry,” when he heard Eddie sigh and the box close.

“It’s okay,” Eddie whispered, his voice softer and less demanding than before. “Do you need anything? A ride home? You look kind of pale, sweetheart.”

“I don’t…I’m fine. You probably—you don’t need to do that,” Steve sniffed, wiping his eyes. He didn’t want to cry in front of Eddie, but he really couldn’t help it.

“At least let me walk you to your car?”

“I didn’t bring it. I—I walked here. Needed some fresh air, I guess…”

He looked back at Eddie, and Eddie looked him over once more, getting up and looking at Steve expectantly again. “Well, if you think I’m going to let you walk for half-an-hour like this, then you’re wrong. Let’s go, I’ll drive you home.”

EDIT: since this is getting so much attention, I would also just like to say that if you guys like my writing, I have more of it here ❤️

(I might make a part two of this and post it if people are interested, but I’m putting this here so that you guys can bug me about finishing this if you’d like :D)

I did not read this over. So sorry for any mistakes.

Title from this song

I hope you enjoyed my 11PM shitty writing, and reblogs and comments are appreciated!! ⭐️

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[nburkhardt]

perhaps five for the cuddling prompts if you haven’t done it already? It just seems like something that they would say 🩵

5 - “I’m sorry, I’m probably suffocating you.” “No, I don’t mind. If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Steve will admit he’s clingy. Very clingy actually. Like to the point where a nasty voice in the back of his head -that sounds a little like his dad- will curse him and call him names about it whenever he throws his presence around anyone.

Robin told him once that it’s probably because his parents didn’t give him a lot of affection, that he craves touch. It’s why she drapes over him whenever they’re hanging out, or when she decides to link arms whenever they’re walking. He loves her for it, especially loves how she said it’s not a bad thing to be this way.

That he’s allowed to be clingy, to give affection.

Nearly all of his past relationships didn’t like it, thought it was too much. Nancy liked it for the first few months and somewhere along the way, told him to pull it back a little. Maybe that’s when he should’ve realized she didn’t feel the same way.

Which is why he decided to back down with his clingy tendencies around Eddie. Doesn’t want to push him away or give him the chance to hurt him. Because if Eddie learns how much he can be or that he has feelings, it could very easily change. He could lose this.

He thinks that he’s successful with pulling away, until Eddie corners him during movie night at the trailer.

Hopping up, he wiggles his empty can to wordlessly tell Eddie about grabbing a new one. It’s a quick few minutes and when he sits back down, Eddie is pausing the movie.

“Uh, what?” Steve looks at him, “Eds?”

Eddie sat the remote down and turned fully towards him. Determination on his face, arms now crossed and it’s leaving Steve confused. They were fine just a second ago.

“Are you upset with me?” Eddie asks, and it really throws Steve for a loop, “Stevie, you’re not where you’re supposed to be”

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Steve opens his mouth a few times before closing it and crossing his own arms, “Eddie, what? That, what are you talking about?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, uncrossing his arms to throw them up and grip at the air before dropping them to Steve’s leg. It makes him pull it away and Eddie lets out a hum, “That! You’re pulling away from me, I thought you liked touch? It’s movie night and you’re sitting so far away from me, I miss my space heater. Miss my sunshine”

It makes him tense up, eyes widen and his heart to go in overdrive. A million thoughts race and he can’t- there’s, “Ed- what, um. Are you, are you saying that, you like how clingy I am?” He cringes as he speaks.

“Stevie, Steve, Honeylove, I will always love how clingy you are.” Eddie smiles and slowly reaches towards him before lightly touching Steve’s arm and Steve looks towards it before meeting Eddie’s eyes, finding unsaid question; can I touch?

All he can do is nod and watch as Eddie smiles and pulls him hard enough to make him fall directly on top of him.

Being this close, Steve can feel how fast Eddie’s heart is beating. Feels his own heartbeat beats along just as fast, it makes his eyes widen as he looks at Eddie’s face.

“Teddy?”

Eddie hums and wraps his arms around him, “hm?”

“What are you saying?”

Eddie squeezes him, “Want ya clingy, want you.”

Steve freezes and it seems like forever as he meets Eddie’s eye. Finding a fond expression, “I’ve wanted to ask for a while, ya know? Thought I had time to figure out the best way but someone,” he presses a finger to Steve’s back, “decided to pull away recently and I’ve decided that’s not happening, that I need my cuddly sunshine baby.”

It brings tears up and giggles bubble up, as he shifts to hide his face. Squeezing him and presses him more into the couch, “sorry, Teddy. Probably suffocating you”

Eddie clicks his tongue, “Nah, darling. I don’t mind, If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy. Because, I really love you.”

Steve grins, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s shoulder before shifting to look down at him, “I really love you too, you sap”

~

Can I just say I really don’t think it makes perfect sense? Maybe it does and it’s just me, my edible hit me half way into this. I think I rambled a bit, lost the plot a bit.

Hope you still like it tho!!!!!

Cuddling prompts

#steddie #steve x eddie #nburkhardt writes #finntheehumaneater #what a weird get together moment tbh #idk it just kinda wrote itself

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We'll burn the sky | part eighteen

Warnings: angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of reader throwing up and feeling sick, allusions to eating disorders, reader struggling to eat, weight loss, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of death and sickness

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Rockstar!Reader

Summary: Eddie confronts you about the secrets you have been keeping from him.

Word count: 8k+

Series Masterlist

Only partly proofread!

-

Out of all the things that Eddie had expected, this wasn’t one of them. 

He thought that it’s the stress and the anxiety that is making you feel sick or that you perhaps caught a bug or just feel a little under the weather. 

But he never took this into consideration. 

He furrows his brows, tears burn in the back of his eyes. 

You’re pregnant? 

Eddie holds the pregnancy test with his shaky hands, staring down at it in shock.

Is this why you had been avoiding him all day? Because you found out that you are pregnant and now worry about what he will think if you tell him? 

The baby is certainly not his. 

You have never slept with each other. 

It’s Steve’s. 

“God,” Eddie whispers, running his fingers through his curls, he finally tears his eyes away from it. 

He wants this with you, in the future. He wants the white picket fence, he wants kids, he wants this but what will happen now if you are really having a kid with his best friend? 

Eddie is so in shock, the nausea takes over him, he can no longer think straight, let alone think of any other possibility that might not include you being pregnant. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he puts the pregnancy test back in the trash, covering it with the paper that laid on top of it. 

With a hazy mind, he finishes wrapping up the present, taking a moment to collect himself before he walks out of the bathroom. The TV is still on, the volume is on the low. He glances at you to find you fast asleep. 

He swallows harshly, heart already softening at the sight of your relaxed features. He turns away, sighing. 

He won’t tell you that he knows, clearly you aren’t ready to talk about it yet. 

Eddie hides the present in his suitcase before he walks over to you, taking his hoodie off, he throws it on the couch and sits down on the bed, peeling his socks off before he lays down next to you. 

You scoot closer to him in your sleep, snuggling up to his side. His gaze softens, a smile appearing on his face as warmth rushes through him. He wraps his arm around you, holding you tighter against him. 

You sigh in content as you get comfortable on his chest. His heart always flutters when you do this.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, fingertips grazing your hair. For a moment, he pushes all his thoughts away and just admires you. His love for you is something so deep and special, never had he ever experienced something so out of this world. He would do anything for you, he would go anywhere for you, he would wait for you for as long as you’d need him to. 

He would raise this baby with you, he doesn’t even care that it’s not his. He just wants you, no matter what but he is uncertain of what you will do, of what you want. 

As you shift in your sleep, your shirt rides up a little, exposing your soft skin. He eyes your stomach and his brows knit together. 

Eddie was never good at math but if you really are pregnant then you must be 7 or 8 weeks pregnant, give or take. You should be showing already, at least a little, right? But you don’t, if anything you had lost some weight, something that worries him a lot. 

Eddie can’t even help it, he places his hand on your stomach. 

He wonders what you will look like a few months from now. 

He wonders how things will be like between you and him. 

-

For the first time in weeks, your stomach feels a little at ease and you can finally enjoy your coffee without feeling sick. You hold the mug, it’s warm against your palms, you watch the steam rise, bringing it up to your lips, you take a sip of the sweetness. 

Eddie stares at you, a smile tugging at his lips. You look well rested today, more relaxed than the last couple of days. 

“Do you want to try and eat something?”

“Uh, yeah I should get myself some toast or something,” you nod, putting the mug down, you are just about to get up when Eddie places his hand on your shoulder, “no, please sit. I’ll get you a plate,” he says, urging you to sit, he places the mug back in your hands, giving you a smile before he walks off. 

“Okay,” you trail off with a confused but amused look on your face. 

“Wow, a real gentleman,” Gareth snorts. 

“Yeah, he knows how to treat a woman right, Gareth,” Wren mumbles, rolling her eyes at him. 

Jeff chuckles, agreeing with his girlfriend as he bites into his bagel. 

“I always treat my women right, what do you mean?” Gareth mumbles.

Wren pops a blueberry into her mouth, squinting her eyes at him, “are you sure about that?” She asks.

“Yeah.”

“You’re a fuckboy, Gareth.” 

“Unfortunately, I have to agree,” you chime in, “but that’s okay, enjoy the groupie life as long as you’re still young and desired.” 

Gareth raises his brows, “I’ll always be desired.” 

“Yeah, we’ll see in 20 years,” Jeff coughs. 

“I know that Jeffy will look amazing in 20 years,” Wren smiles as she leans her head on his shoulder, he smiles at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, “just like you, babe.” 

Gareth scrunches his face up in disgust, “you two are gross,” he mumbles as he looks down at this plate of food, “lately, you’ve been more gross than usual. No seriously, what’s up with you two? Always up in each other’s faces all giggly and in… love.” 

“Can’t two people just love each other?” Jeff mumbles. 

“They can but this… stop.” 

You press your lips together as you and Wren share a look. 

Eddie comes back with two plates, both filled with enough food for the whole table. He places them both in front of you. One is filled with fruit and sweets, the other is filled with pancakes, toast and scrambled eggs.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

He sits down beside you, grinning at you. 

Everyone falls silent, staring at the amount of food in front of you. 

You laugh, “that’s all for me?” 

Eddie nods. You are eating for two now.

“I can’t eat all of this,” you chuckle, reaching for the toast, you take a bite as you look at all the amused faces. 

“You should,” Eddie says, pointing to the plate of fruit, “you need vitamins.” 

You furrow your brows, looking into his eyes, you find something that you can’t quite read. 

Wren eyes Eddie with a curious and amused look on her face. 

“You really do need them, y/n,” Gareth says. 

The smile on his face is almost enough to convince you that he means well. 

“You're starting to look like a zombie,” he grins at you. 

“You’re the zombie, look at those dark circles,” Eddie throws back, glaring at his friend, “you need to sleep more, dude.” 

Gareth snorts, “okay dad.” 

Feeling eyes on him, Eddie glances at your friend, knitting his brows together when he finds her eyeing him suspiciously, “what are you looking at me like that for?” He chuckles. 

She shrugs, smiling a little, “you’re awfully sweet today,” she says, pointing to the food he got you, “why’s that?” 

“I’m always sweet to her,” he snorts. 

Jeff chuckles, putting his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, “yeah but today you’re even sweeter.” 

You glance at Eddie as you bite into your buttered toast, smiling at the blush on his cheeks. 

“Can’t a guy just take care of his girl?” He blurts out.

Jeff and Wren giggle while Gareth smirks at the two of you, wiggling his brows, “since when did the two of you make things official?”

Blushing, you put your toast back on the plate and wipe the corner of your mouth. Eddie suddenly feeling awkward, he reaches for the coffee, just as he takes a sip of it, Gareth opens his mouth again, “what’s next? You’re getting married and having a baby on tour?” 

Eddie chokes, putting the mug back down, he coughs. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, patting his back. 

Gareth laughs, shaking his head at his friend, neither him or Eddie notice the flustered looks on the couple’s faces. 

“Yeah.. Yeah, I’m okay,” Eddie mumbles, blinking the tears away that welled up in his eyes from the coughing. 

You keep your hand on his back, turning back to Gareth, “the baby is gonna be the new drummer, you’re starting to get on my nerves, Gareth.” 

He smirks, “aw but he’ll need a teacher.” 

“He?” You raise your brows, “maybe she will need a teacher.” 

Eddie stares at you, trying to figure out whether you’re joking or not. 

The smirk on your face and the lighthearted jokes tell him that you are joking, that everything speaks against you actually being pregnant but the test, the sickness and everything else just tells him that you are indeed expecting a child, with his best friend. 

His protectiveness only grows stronger and stronger the following days. He makes sure that he is by your side at all times, protecting you from any kind of crowds, whether it’s fans, journalists or the paparazzis. He is not risking anything. Every time someone gets a little too close to you, he sees red, especially when you are being pushed. He was ready to fight when someone actually managed to grab your arm, he tore it off of you and pushed the guy back, not even caring who he was, fan or not, he allows nobody to touch you, especially in such aggressive ways. 

Eddie takes care of you in a way no one has before. He brings you snacks, makes sure that you drink enough water and get enough sleep. Instead of going to the after parties, he convinces you to have movie nights, you don’t really question it or protest against it, you always enjoyed the quiet nights with him more than the rowdy parties.

Eddie waits for you to open up to him, every morning, he wakes up, hoping that you will finally tell him but days and weeks go by and you still haven’t talked about it. It makes him sad and it frustrates him, when will you tell him? When you are showing? 

He wonders if Steve knows, if you called him and told him the news that he must be excited about. Eddie knows that Steve always dreamed of this, a kid. He always wanted to be a dad, have a nice girl by his side and live a quiet life. He could have that with you, after all, you are already expecting his child. Once that realization sinks in, Eddie’s heart breaks a little. 

Whilst he felt positive about things at first, he now starts to feel a little less positive. 

His mind runs wild and he imagines things that he hopes won’t come true. 

Things that he so desperately wants with you, could be your future with Steve. 

The white picket fence, the house, marriage, kids. 

What will he do if he will have to watch you have that life with his best friend? 

Eddie can’t even imagine a life without you anymore, he doesn’t want to. He wants you, only you but what will he do if he never gets to have you? 

The thought of losing you, shatters his heart, it brings a deep pain to his soul, one that he can’t even describe with words. 

Is that what your dad felt like? 

You told him about him, about what had caused him so much pain, a broken heart. He loved someone so much, losing her meant losing himself and the more time has passed after she had left, the more pain he had gone through before he finally decided to put an end to it. 

Eddie remembers the night at the beach so well, the conversation you have held about the song you wrote. 

The soulmates that never made it because one chose the wrong lover and the other ended up dying of heartbreak. 

Is this how things will end for him? 

Is his life gonna end the way your dad’s life ended? 

Many sleepless nights plague him, he rarely ever makes it through the whole night, usually only falling asleep when the sun begins to rise, like today. 

Just as sleep is about to lull him in, he is startled by your hands pushing his arms off of your body, he opens his eyes, watching how you cup your mouth as you bolt out of the bed, rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind you. 

His own stomach churns at the sound of you puking. He throws the blanket off of him and follows you without wasting another second. He opens the door, walking in, he scrunches his face up in concern. 

You are on your knees, hands clutching the toilet seat as your body lurches forward and you puke your dinner from the night before out. Eddie gathers your hair, holding it back. 

“Shit, baby,” Eddie mumbles, rubbing your back softly. 

You cough a few times, shutting your eyes as you feel tears rolling down your cheeks. Your throat is burning and your stomach is hurting badly. You flush the toilet and slump against it as a sob ripples through you. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers, eying your shaking form with sadness in his eyes. He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you. You respond by slumping against him, leaning your head on his chest. Eddie kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back and your arm, he holds your weak body. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Eddie,” you cry. 

His heart breaks at your words. 

“Nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart,” he whispers, “you’re okay, you’re gonna be okay, I promise.” 

“I can’t take this anymore,” you whimper weakly. 

He holds you tighter and pulls you closer, “I’m gonna take care of you, just let me, please.”

You hesitate, you don’t want to be a burden, you don’t want him to get sick of you. 

“Please,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. 

“Okay,” you sniffle. 

Scooping you up into his arms, he carries you back to your shared bed. At this point, the sun is already up, lighting up the room. You place the pillows behind you, opting to sit instead of lying down, Eddie covers you with the blanket and urges you to drink some water. He brushes his fingers through your hair, eying you with soft and concerned eyes. 

He knows why you are sick but a part of him is worried that there is more behind it. 

“I’m taking you to a doctor, I won’t take no for an answer this time, sweetheart.” 

You shake your head, putting the cap back on the water bottle, you screw it shut and look down at it, “I’m going today, Rob scheduled an appointment for me.” 

He raises his brows, “he did?” 

“Yeah,” you mumble, “I asked him to.” 

“Do you want me to go with you?” 

You shake your head, looking up at him, you try to give him a smile, “no, it’s fine. You gotta be there for soundcheck.” 

Eddie swallows, staring at you nervously. 

“I don’t have to be there, I can go with you–”

“It’s okay, Eddie. I’ll be there too when I’m done.” 

He hesitates, his eyes skip over your tired looking face. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, cupping your cheek, “you don’t have to come, you can rest.”

“No, I’m gonna be okay, I actually feel better now.” 

“You do?”

You nod, putting your hand over his, you squeeze it, “I'm sorry you had to see this. That was gross..”

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head, “it’s just puke, babe.”

“It’s gross,” you cringe. Running your hand down your face, you sigh, “and I look gross.” 

“Never, sweetheart. Even with puke in your hair, you’re still the most beautiful girl in this world.” 

You blush at his words, heart skipping a beat, though the moment is cut short. Your eyes widen and you put your hand in your hair, “I have puke in my hair?” You gasp, causing him to laugh, shaking his head, he laughs, “I was just joking.” 

Slapping his shoulder lightly, you shake your head, “you’re mean.” 

He grabs your hand and pulls it towards his lips, kissing your knuckles, “I’m sorry,” he chuckles. 

-

Eddie rarely ever spends a day without you, he struggles to be away from you, especially now. Today, he left the hotel without you though. He reluctantly parted ways with you, not wanting to leave you alone when you are still not feeling well but Rob promised him to look after you. 

While he and the guys left for the venue for soundcheck, you went to your appointment.

His mind wasn’t there, not when he talked to his friends, not when he played guitar or sang. You have never missed a single rehearsal or soundcheck, being on stage without you feels wrong and weird and it shows him how miserable he would be with you gone. 

Eddie puts his guitar down as he sits down on the floor, looking around the empty venue, he sighs. 

“What’s wrong, man?” Gareth asks as he sits down next to his friend, offering him some of his M&M’s. Eddie shakes his head, pushing the yellow back towards him. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” Eddie mumbles. 

Gareth just scoffs, “right, you’ve all been acting weird.” 

Eddie raises his brows, “what do you mean?” 

Gareth shrugs, for the first time in a while, Eddie notices sadness in his friend’s eyes. 

“I’m worried about y/n, she looks bad– I mean, she’s still pretty as always, I don’t mean it like that, I just, she looks miserable. She’s sick all the time, she lost weight. I know it’s probably the stress ‘cause I remember when my dad left, mom got really sick too, she was anxious all the time, couldn’t keep any food down, she looked like a ghost, man.” 

Eddie frowns, nodding along as he looks down at the ground. 

“You’re acting weird too,” he mumbles, “I get that you’re worried about her but you’re on edge all the damn time and Jeff is.. I don’t know, he’s cool but we don’t really hang out as much anymore, he’s constantly on the phone with his girl– did you know what he bought last week? A ring, Eddie! A fucking ring!” 

“Wait what?” Eddie gasps. 

“Yeah!” Gareth exclaims, throwing his hands up, “dude just got famous and now he wants to get married already!” 

“Holy shit,” he mumbles. 

“Yeah, where’s this all going?” Gareth sighs, “we got one album, one tour and it’s what? Over already?” 

Eddie shakes his head, putting his hand on his shoulder, “no, listen to me, it’s not over! We’re gonna record another album, we’ll go on another tour!” Eddie says. 

Gareth’s features relax and a smile pulls at his lips, “you think so?” 

Eddie smiles, nodding, “yeah, I think so.”

“Cool,” Gareth smiles, eyes flashing with relief. Looking over Eddie’s shoulders, his brows knit together when he finds Rob walking towards them, without you by his side, “hey man, where’s y/n?” 

Eddie turns around to look at the older man, jumping to his feet, he looks around, “where is she?” 

Rob’s dark eyes are serious, he brings his hands up, motioning for Eddie to calm down, “I took her back to the hotel, she’s okay, Eddie. She just wanted to be alone.” 

Eddie’s breathing quickens, he blinks. Worry is written all over his face. Rob sighs as he steps closer, putting his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “go check on her if you need to or call her, there’s a phone you can use,” he mumbles, gesturing to the backstage area. 

Without any more questions, Eddie walks off, not even hesitating to leave the venue in a rush. 

-

After getting back to the hotel, you took a long bath, enjoying the silence and the peace before the show tonight. You shaved and exfoliated your body, using the new body wash that you had bought earlier. You took your time, moisturizing your body and doing your hair, you tried to focus on that, on the upcoming concert, on yourself but instead your mind was elsewhere. 

You should feel relieved knowing that your body is well physically, that there is nothing wrong, that you are not sick. It’s just the stress, the anxiety and the past trauma that is causing you physical symptoms, the doctor said. You need a break, peace and perhaps a good therapist and you need to start taking better care of yourself. 

You left the doctor’s office with less tension in your body but the moment your eyes met Rob’s serious one’s, you knew that something wasn’t right. 

‘Your mother called, she’s been trying to call for a while now, actually. I didn’t think it was a good idea for you to talk to her but I’d rather you talk to her on the phone than have you run into her.’ 

You are not even mad at Rob for keeping it a secret from you, the calls your mother has been making. He and Sam knew you since you were little and they also knew about your mother, how she came and went how she pleased before she abandoned you for good. The calls she made only ever left you more depressed than ever. 

You don’t want to call her, not after she had hung up on you the last time when you begged her to stay on the phone, to not leave you alone. You needed her but she didn’t care. 

Now she needs you. 

Unlike her, you can’t look away, you can’t move on with your life and abandon your family. 

But you stall for as long as you can. You continue getting ready, putting your makeup on, painting your nails and taking your time with your outfit that you end up changing a few times before you finally settle on the black leather pants, a corset and heeled boots. 

You look into the mirror as you put your jewelry on, putting your rings on and the necklace that Eddie got you. You stare at your reflection, telling yourself that you will be okay. You take a deep breath and walk towards the bed, sitting down, you reach for the phone, holding the receiver in your shaky hand as you dial the phone number you had memorized years ago. 

You close your eyes, you hold the cord between your fingers, playing with it as you wait for your mom to pick up the phone. 

You bounce your knee up and down. 

She doesn’t pick up, of course she doesn’t. A part of you feels relieved, the other part feels irritated, you want to know what she wants, what she needs.

You slam the receiver back in it’s place. With a sigh, you get up and reach for your jacket. You know it’s not wise to leave the hotel by yourself. Rob told you that he would pick you up himself but you’re in desperate need for some fresh air. 

What you don’t expect is to run into her. You don’t even notice her at first, you walk through the lobby with your head down, staring down at your shoes as you make your way towards the entrance when you hear her voice. The voice that used to bring you so much comfort when you were a little girl. 

You halt in your tracks, eyes widening as your breathing quickens. You slowly turn around and sure enough, she is here, standing right in front of you. Her hair is perfectly styled just like her makeup and her outfit. You can smell her perfume, it’s not the same she used to use. 

“Mom?” 

She smiles at you, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. She says your name, taking in the sight of you before her. It’s been years since she last saw you.

“How are you, sweetie?” She asks as she puts her hands into her expensive looking coat, not even stepping closer to you. Not bothering to greet you properly. 

Furrowing your brows at her words, her voice that is laced with feigned sweetness. 

“I’m okay,” you mumble, confused. “What are you doing here?” 

She tilts her head, frowning a little, “I heard that you’re here, I figured I’d come see you.”

“Why?” 

“What do you mean, why? Can’t a mother come see her child?” 

No, not when you don’t care about me, you think to yourself. 

You shrug, sighing. You know that she is here for something else. 

“How are you?” You sigh, clenching your jaw. 

“I’m okay, unlike you,” she mumbles as she looks you up and down with fake concern. 

You swallow nervously, frowning as you stare at the rings on your fingers.

“I know you’re not doing well, y/n.” 

You shake your head, “I’m doing well,” you lie, hating the way your voice begins to shake, “what do you mean?” 

“I saw the pictures in the magazines, I read the things they write about you.” 

You scoff, laughing a little, “so?” 

“Are they true? The things they say about you?” 

“You mean, am I an addict, like dad was?” 

She nods, without even hesitating. 

“I’m not,” You mumble as a sudden flash of anger rushes through you, “would you care if I was?” You snap at her. 

“Of course I would care,” she scoffs, “that’s why I came here, to check on you.” 

You squint your eyes, a humorless laugh leaving your lips. 

“Well, where were you all these years then, mom?” You ask, stepping closer to her, “did you care about me when you abandoned me? Did you care about me when dad died? When I was all alone? When I needed you?” 

You look for the regret in her eyes, for the guilt and the pain but you see none, you don’t see anything in her eyes. 

“Why are you here now?” You ask, “do you need money, is that it?” 

She shakes her head, looking down. 

“Then why are you here?” 

“I just wanted to see you, y/n.” 

You think about the article, the one you still suspect was her doing. You think about the way she left you alone, again and again, you think about the way she pushed you away when you needed her, you know you should do the same but you cannot bring yourself to.

Your shoulders slump and you sigh, “well, you saw me so..” 

“You need to start taking better care of yourself, you look sick.” 

Rolling your eyes, you look away, “I’m doing just fine.” 

“That’s what your father said too before he locked himself in the bathrooms.” 

You clench your jaw, closing your eyes, you hold your breath. 

“You remind me of him, y/n,” she says, her heels clicking against the floor as she walks towards you, “you look like me but you are just like your father. You haven’t even finished a single tour and you are already losing yourself.” 

Irritation sparks at you, you meet her eyes, you want to say something but not words leave your mouth. 

“I know that those articles are filled with lies, I don’t believe those but I still came here to see if they might be right this time.” 

She is destructive when she’s drunk or high, sleeping with whoever comes her way and snorting whatever comes up in her hands

She touches your hair, staring you down like she used to as she finally drops the act of the caring mother, “they’re not right, at least not yet.” 

You tilt your head a little, staring at her in question. 

“The moment that boy leaves you, you’re gonna be just as dead inside as your father was before he killed himself,” she says with nothing but disgust in her eyes, “he was weak.” 

You hate yourself for it, you hate the way you let her words get to you, the way they cause those tears to well up in your eyes. 

“Don’t be like him, y/n. It’s pathetic,” she says, “you build something for yourself, you’re young and beautiful, don’t let anyone take that from you.” She pats your cheek. 

You turn away from her, feeling your heart clench in pain. 

“He won’t love you forever. He left one girl to be with you, what makes you think that he won’t do it again?” 

“Stop,” you whisper, you look down, trying to blink the tears away, not even caring to ask how she knows about her. 

“He’ll grow sick of you and then he will leave just like your father left you. What will you do then, hm?” 

You shake your head, trying to drown her voice out, it’s almost as though she can read your mind and voice all your insecurities out loud. 

“Look at yourself, you’re already a mess. It’s only a matter of time before you drown yourself in drugs and alcohol, I don’t want to see you going down like he did. Get a grip, sweetie. I taught you better than this,” she says as she puts her hand on your shoulder, squeezing it tightly, “be more like me and less like your father, it’ll make your life much easier.” 

You look up at her through your blurry vision. Why can’t she just be your mom? Why can’t she just pull you into her arms and tell you that you will be okay? Instead her long nails dig into your shoulder, a stoic expression resting on her face as she looks down at you as though you aren’t her flesh and blood.

Eddie walks into the hotel, a little out of breath. The lobby is mostly empty but he lays his eyes on you, right away. You are standing by yourself, looking down at the ground. Eddie furrows his brows as he makes his way over to you. 

A woman walks past him, he glances at her when he feels her eyes on him, the icy glare she has directed at him, makes shivers run down his spine. It’s not hard to recognize her, it only takes him a second. You look just like her. 

His stomach churns and worry rushes through him. 

He knows of your difficult relationship with your mom, of the cold shoulder and the harsh words she had always directed at you. Seeing you standing there, looking so lost, breaks his heart, he can only imagine what kinds of things she had said to you now. 

A part of him wants to run after her and give her a piece of his mind but you are more important than an argument and words your mother won’t even care about.

You don’t even notice that your mother had left, that her harsh hand had left your shoulder, you are too busy trying to blink the tears away, trying to calm yourself down before you do something that you will regret later on. 

Only as you feel the gentle touch of his hand do you come back to your senses.

“Sweetheart.” 

His other hand cups your cheek, his touch and his presence takes the tension in your body, it eases the pain a little, it should bring you peace but instead it makes you feel more scared than ever. 

She is right. 

If he leaves you, what will happen to you? 

What will happen when you no longer have him? 

“Hey baby, are you okay?” 

You open your eyes to look at him. His brown eyes are skipping over your face, staring at you in concern, his touch is so soft it makes your heart ache. 

“Hi,” you whisper, “I’m okay.” 

The forced smile on your face isn’t difficult to read. You’re not okay. 

“Why are you here?” 

“What do you mean?” He asks, confused. 

“Shouldn’t you be at the venue?” 

He nods, “yeah, I came to check on you.” 

“I’m okay, Eddie.” 

He frowns, “are you?” 

You nod as you look into his eyes. You think about this morning, the way he took care of you, you think about all his words, all the reassurance he has given you, you think about the way he was so worried for you on Christmas, you think about the way he has promised you to stay. 

Is she right? 

Eddie can tell that you are hurt, that you are thinking about things that make you feel pained and scared and he hates it. You look into his eyes, searching for something you won’t find. You fear rejection and betrayal, you fear being left alone, he knows all about it. 

“Yes, can we go now?” 

Eddie worries about you, about your physical and mental health. 

“Please.” 

He doesn’t want to go without making sure that you are truly okay but he can tell that you aren’t in the right mind to talk about anything yet and you won’t take no for an answer. 

He nods.

You plaster a smile on your face, pretending to be okay, you end up doing it all night but you can’t hide your real feelings, as much as you try, you can’t. You are quiet and distant. You greet your fans with waves and small smiles when you get to the venue, your usual enthusiasm and excitement lacking. 

The concert goes like any other but he and the other’s notice that you are not doing well. Eddie and Gareth make eye contact during the show, sharing concerned glances. 

Your performance is good, the way it always is but they know you well enough to see that you are feeling awful. 

You put your hand on your forehead and widen your eyes as though you struggle to keep them open, you clutch your chest multiple times, taking deeper breaths than usual before singing. 

Eddie feels tense and worried, the urge to call the show off and take care of you is strong, it’s not just him who feels that way, it’s also Rob who watches the show from backstage, shaking his head and staring at you in concern. 

He and Eddie make eye contact, multiple times that night, a mutual agreement in their eyes. You need a break. 

Eddie had never felt more relieved to end the show than he did that night but instead of going back to the hotel like he hoped you would, he tagged along to the bar, grumpily. Gareth convinced you and Eddie to come, he didn’t think that you were in the right state to go out for drinks but you didn’t take no for an answer. 

He felt relieved when you settled for a soda instead of alcoholic drinks, still, he felt restless. He would rather take you back to your room, take care of you and talk about the things that happened today. 

The doctor’s appointment and your mom. 

He can tell that you need some distraction though, so he settles for that, for now. 

“Are you saying you want to take a break?” Gareth asks, basically screaming over the loud music at the bar.

“I mean, isn’t that normal?” Jeff asks, shrugging, “breaks after a tour?” 

Gareth scrunches his face up, turning to Johnny, “do you think it’s normal?” 

He shrugs, opting to keep staring at the girl by the bar, “it’s whatever Eddie and y/n decide.” 

Eddie, who is not even listening to their conversation, is staring at you with an irritated and angry look on his face. He only left for two minutes and when he came back from the bathroom, you weren’t with Gareth anymore. You’re at the bar, drinking. 

You are laughing, throwing your head back at something the bartender said to you. Eddie shakes his head at you. Earlier you were upset, hurt and sad, now you’re laughing as though nothing ever happened. 

“Exactly,” Jeff says, “we don’t even know if y/n will stay in the band.” 

Eddie’s eyes perk up and with a sigh and a shake of his head, he turns away from you and looks at his friend, “what do you mean?” 

Jeff shrugs, “she said she’s leaving. After the tour, I mean.” 

Gareth scoffs, shaking his head, “that was months ago, does it look like she wants to leave? Girly is having the time of her life, man.” 

“Yeah,” Johnny agrees, “she told me that she’s working on new songs for a second album already, she’s not leaving.” 

“Well, a second album will take time. Song writing will take a lot of time, we deserve that break.” 

Eddie frowns at his friend, “what’s it with you and that break?” 

Jeff shrugs, avoiding his friend’s eyes, he sighs, “it’s just stressful! We deserve a bit of a vacation, go to the beach or whatever.” 

Eddie knows his friend, just the look in his eyes and the tension in his shoulders is enough for him to know that he is not telling something. 

“Hey guys!” 

Looking down at you, his eyes skip over to the new drink in your hand, eyes flashing with anger the longer he stares at it. 

“What are you drinking?” Gareth asks, looking at the colorful cocktail with curiosity in his eyes. 

“Oh, uh– I don’t know, the bartender made a special one just for me,” you giggle, “you should go over to her, Gareth. She’s cool.” 

Eddie watches as you take a sip of it, clenching his jaw in anger, he shakes his head. 

“It’s strong,” you mumble, scrunching your face up. Just as you try to take another sip,  Eddie suddenly snatches it out of your hand, spilling some of your drink on the wooden floor, he shoves the glass in Gareth’s hand, “here, you can have it. We’re leaving,” he mumbles angrily before he takes your hand, not even giving you the chance to protest before he pulls you away from your very confused looking friends. 

He holds your hand tightly as he pushes past the groups of people, guiding you out of the bar. He slams the door open, stepping out into the night. 

“What was that?” You exclaim, throwing your hands up, you stare at him in confusion. 

Eddie breathes in the fresh air and closes his eyes for a second. 

“Eddie–”

“You’re being careless!” He yells, voice echoing through the half empty streets, a few people turn to look at you and it only heightens his anger, “what the fuck are you looking at?” 

You scoff, “how am I being careless?” You ask, ignoring the curious passersby, “because I’m having a few drinks? Am I not allowed to have fun?” 

He shakes his head, reaching for your hand again, he tugs on it, pulling you along with him. You don’t protest, instead, you just quietly follow him. There’s not much fight left in you, not that you want to fight him anyways. You need peace and comfort more than anything tonight. 

His jaw is clenched, a mix of worry and anger has taken over his features, it makes you cower back, knowing that it’s got something to do with you. 

“You can have fun,” he mumbles, “but not when you’re..” 

“When I’m what, Eddie?” You ask, confused and lost. 

He turns to look at you. You don’t know that he knows and clearly, you don’t want him to know. It hurts that you are keeping this from him. 

“Not when you’re still feeling sick, you are barely eating, sweetheart.”

“It was just one drink, Eddie.” 

His brown eyes are filled with something that looks too close to disappointment. Is he disappointed in you? He doesn’t say anything, only scoffing quietly. 

Is he getting sick of you already? Was she right after all? 

When you walk back into your hotel room, you let go of his hand to take your coat off. 

“One drink,” he scoffs, finally saying something again. 

You turn around to face him, scrunching your face up in confusion, “what’s your problem?” You exclaim, throwing your hands up. 

He runs his fingers through his hair, rolling his eyes at you. 

“What’s with the attitude?” You frown. 

“You wanna know what my problem is, sweetheart?” 

You nod, gulping. 

“My problem is you being careless!” 

“Oh my god,” you mumble, laughing in disbelief, “yeah, you said that already. You know what? Let’s just stop right here, I don’t wanna fight, Eddie,” you sigh, running your hand down your face, “I’m gonna take a shower and when I’m done, we can try talking again, okay?” 

You can hear his grumble, agreeing with you. 

You pick out some clean clothes, reaching for one of his shirts that somehow landed in your suitcase. 

Eddie’s hands are resting on his hips as he stares at you, his chest rises up and down heavily. 

You clutch your clothes to your chest as you get up, not noticing that you have dropped something as you make your way to the bathroom. 

Eddie furrows his brows as his eyes land on the little baggie. His lips part and his eyes widen in shock. He holds his breath as he walks towards it, bending down to pick it up, he freezes, his blood runs cold and a wave of nausea rushes through him. 

“Y/n.” 

“What?” 

You turn around to face him. You’re met with shocked and angry eyes, a pale look on his face as he holds up the drugs that you thought you had hidden well. 

“What’s this?” 

You freeze. Staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. 

You avert your gaze, placing your clothes on the dresser next to you, you sigh. 

“What is this, y/n?” He asks with a much angrier tone in his voice now. He walks towards you, placing his hands on your waist, he pushes you back against the wall and holds the little bag in front of your face as he repeats his question yet again. 

Eddie’s chest rises up and down heavily, his breathing quickens. You can see the angry tears in his eyes, the worry and the fear. 

“What is this, y/n?” He asks through gritted teeth. 

For the first time, you feel intimidated by him, scared that you have messed up badly. 

“Cocaine.” 

He scoffs, a humorless laugh falling from his lips, “that’s not what I’m asking, I can see what this is, smartass.” 

“I-I didn’t use it,” you say, panicked. 

He raises his brows, lips parting, “oh, you didn’t huh? Did you plan on using it?” 

He believes you, he can tell when you're lying and you're definitely not lying right now.

You shrink away from him, lowering your head. Tears burn in the back of your eyes. Shaking your head, you mumble, ‘no.’ 

“Did you want to?” 

You shake your head again, “no, I didn’t want to, I really didn't want to. Jay gave them to me,” you mumble. 

Eddie scoffs in anger, clenching his hand into a fist, he looks away from you, “why did you keep them?” 

You look up, glassy eyes meeting his. 

You shrug but your eyes tell him what he needs to know. 

‘In case you leave me and break my heart.’

Are you scared that he will leave because of the pregnancy? That he will hate you and run away from you? 

The look on your face breaks his heart, all his anger diminishes into nothing, sadness takes over. His shoulder slump and he sighs in defeat. He steps away from you, walking into the bathroom, he waits for you to protest but you don’t do it, instead you keep standing with your back against the wall and closed eyes. 

Eddie empties the bag into the toilet and flushes the drugs away. 

Tears roll down your cheeks, your hands are digging into your waist as you keep your head low. Eddie’s heart aches at the sight of you, his own tears make an appearance. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers as he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, he leans closer to you, “look at me.” 

You bite your lip, you’re shaking a little as tears continue to fall. “Please,” Eddie says softly. 

You open your eyes. 

“Are you disappointed in me?” You whisper. 

His gaze softens as his eyes widen, his heart jumps at the look of your hurt and scared expression on your face. Shaking his head, “no! God, no. I’m not disappointed in you, never.”

As Eddie takes in the fear in your eyes, the way you are nervously chewing on your bottom lip. 

“I’m worried about you, I’m scared of this,” he mumbles, “of the drugs, of losing you.” 

She is not right. 

“No, no… please don’t cry, baby.” 

You turn away from him, trying to blink the tears away but it’s no use, they are already rolling down your cheeks. 

He cups your cheeks again and he wipes your tears away. His eyes flicker with guilt and regret. He feels like a dick. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and pulls you into his arms. 

“I won’t leave you, no matter what, I told you before,” he says, “I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, I don’t know what your mom said to you but I want you to know that I won’t leave. I’ll be here for as long as you will have me.” 

You look for the anger in his eyes but it’s now replaced with sadness, longing and fear?

He takes a deep breath. 

“I’ll be here, for you and the baby. I-I know that it’s his but I don’t even care. I can be the dad, I-I mean, we talked about this, right? The white picket fence, kids. We can have all that, you and I, we can raise the baby together, we’ll take a break and I will take care of you and her o-or him,” he whispers as his tears threaten to spill, he cups your cheeks tighter, giving you a sad smile, “I’ll love it like it’s my own because I love you, sweetheart. God, I love you so much, I’ll do anything for you and o-our little family.” 

Your heart flutters and begins to race like crazy, like you’ve just ran a marathon. Your breathing quickens as you stare at him in both shock and surprise. 

You were so scared to watch him leave, you were so scared to see him walk away from you, you were so worried that he doesn’t want this future with you, you know that he never wanted kids or marriage and you thought that he was just joking when he talked of the white picket fence with the bats when you spent Christmas with him. 

Your mother told you that he would leave, your own evil thoughts told you that he would leave. 

Yet, Eddie is standing in front of you with tears in his eyes as he promises to raise a child with you.

He loves you. 

Eddie loves you. 

He loves you so much, he is willing to do anything. 

“Eddie,” you whisper as tears of sadness turn into tears of happiness. 

“When we get back to LA, we can buy a house– o-or maybe you want to go to Hawkins, we can buy a house close to Wayne a-and–”

You grab his cheeks and slam your lips against his. 

Eddie melts into the kiss, right away. Not wasting a single second, he holds you tighter than before and kisses you deeply. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer against you, mewling against his lips. 

You missed this and so did he. 

You haven’t kissed him like this in a long time. 

Eddie’s heart couldn’t beat any faster, his skin tingles and a smile tugs at his lips. 

“I love you too, Eddie,” you whisper, “but please, shut up for a second.” 

You peck his lips one more time before you pull back. 

“Y-You think I’m pregnant?” 

He shrugs, eyebrows knitting together, “well, yeah.” 

Your serious face quickly scrunches up and giggles leave your lips. 

“W-What’s so funny?” 

“Oh my god, Eddie!” 

“What?” He asks, grinning a little. 

You cover your face with your hands as you laugh, “you thought I’m pregnant with Steve’s child?” 

“Yeah..” 

“I’m not pregnant, oh my god.”

“Huh?” 

Eddie couldn’t look more lost than he does right now, he scratches the back of his neck, eyes filled with nothing but confusion. 

“Where’d you get the idea from?” 

Eddie shrugs, “I-I saw the pregnancy test in the trash,” he mumbles, “it was positive and well, you were feeling sick and throwing up all the time..” 

“Oh,” you breathe, eyes widening, “Eddie, that wasn’t mine.” 

“It wasn’t?” 

You shake your head, “no,” you chuckle, “it’s Wren’s.” 

It takes him a second to realize what that means. His eyes widen and his lips part, “holy shit!” He gasps, “Jeff’s going to be a dad?” 

You nod, “yeah,” you laugh, “she uh, she took two tests, kept one and threw the other one away.” 

Eddie brings his hands up to his cheeks, staring at you, “oh fuck, I thought it was yours.” 

You shake your head, “no,” you whisper. You kiss him again, “it’s not mine,” you press another kiss to his lips, making him smile, “you love me, Eddie?” 

His eyes soften and he nods, pressing his soft lips against yours, “so fucking much, sweetheart. I can’t even tell you how much I love you, I can’t put it into words.” 

You take in a shaky breath, leaning into his touch and pressing your chest against his, “show me then,” you plead, “show me how much you love me, Eddie.” 

His eyes widen, lighting up with happiness, his lips curl into a smile, “gladly,” he whispers before he pulls you into a kiss. 

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STWG Daily Drabble

Prompts: Give in and chill

“I can’t do it anymore,” Eddie exclaims as he storms through the trailer door, wind blowing in from the Trailer Park behind him. He slams it shut behind him, running a hand through his now bedraggled hair. Rings catching on his curls, he groans in frustration, he rips his hand out of his hair and throws his bag to the floor along with his mechanic jumpsuit. Kicks off his shoes. “I’m done.”

Steve watches as his boyfriend stands there for a second, breathing heavy, looking down at his pile of things on the floor. He takes a deep breath, or he sighs, and Steve hums in affirmation that he’s listening. Tilts his head to see if he can spy the look on Eddie’s face.

Huffing, Eddie turns to Steve’s position on the couch, huffing, muscles tense in a tight line across his shoulders. “Work sucks. I’m quitting. I’m becoming a dealer again, that was easier.”

“No it wasn’t,’ Steve says simply. Feeling his lips curl up into an ever so faint smile.

“Okay, no it wasn’t,” Eddie concedes, before whirling around and throwing is arms up in the air. “But my point still stands! I’ve had enough of old men either telling me I’m a murderer or that they know how to change tyres better than me. Fuck them. I’m giving up. I'm giving in and out and around.”

He lets out another noise, a scream or a yell of frustration, clenching his hands tight. And then he releases. And Steve watches as all the tension leaves his body, melt off his shoulders and drip onto the floor. Looks up at Steve through his large wet eyes, bottom lip protruding just slightly as Eddie pouts.

Steve holds open one arm, making space for Eddie, looking reassuringly at the man. He slumps his way across the trailer, dragging his socked feet, before falling into the couch cushions. Snuggles into Steve’s hold, resting his head on his chest. Feeling the gentle rise and fall of it under his head. It’s soothing, so Steve makes sure to try and keep his breathing slow and steady.

He wraps his arm around his boyfriend, bringing him in close, before gently kissing him on the top of his head. Eddie sighs at that, melting further and wrapping his arms around Steve in return. He smells like engine oil and cheap deodorant. Of cigarette smoke, and of home.

“Fixing cars was more fun when I was doing it with you and Wayne,” Eddie mumbles. Clutches at the fabric of Steve’s shirt. “Doing it for work sucks.”

“Just take a deep breath, Baby,” Steve says, rubbing his hand across Eddie’s shoulder. Slow and soothing, a steady comforting weight. “Chill out with me for a second.”

“I can do that,” Eddie replies, voice mumbled as he presses his face into Steve’s chest. He takes a stuttering breath, and Steve can feel it from where their bodies are pressed together. Takes a deep of his own.

“Just relax, sit with me,” Steve starts, pressing another kiss to Eddie’s head. “And when you feel better I’ll put a movie on while you change into some comfy clothes. We’ll chill, relax, and you can tell me how much work sucked in great detail.”

Eddie snorts a weak laugh.

“That sound okay, Baby?” Steve adds, turning so he can look at Eddie, try and get a glimpse of his face.

Eddie’s smiling, a little weak and watery, but it’s there. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good.” Steve says, fondly looking down at his boyfriend. Gently resting his fingers under Eddie’s chin and tilting his head up. Eddie lets himself be moved, eyes wide and shining, eyes flicking down to Steve’s lips and then back up to his eyes again. God, Steve could drown in Eddie’s eyes. Eddie would let him.

Instead he leans into to kiss him, soft and gentle and exactly what Eddie needs.

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Let Me Be Your Man (I want to hold your hand)

CW: none * Rating: Mature (frottage) * Pairing: Steve/Eddie * Prompt: Mixtape

“Okay! Okay! I’m coming!” Steve yells when the pounding on his door gains momentum to add to its volume. Grumbling, he peeks out the side window and sees one of the kid’s bikes thrown down in his lawn. Little assholes. 

When he yanks the door open, Mike Wheeler is just raising his fist to pound it against the door again. “I need your help.” His face is red and sweaty with exertion as he shoves past Steve into the house. 

Immediately, Steve reaches into the umbrella stand and pulls out the only thing in it - his nail bat. “What’s happening?” He asks, rounding toward Mike, “Why didn’t you radio or call? What is it? Vecna? Jocks? Where’s everyone else?”

Mike skids to a halt and stares at Steve incredulously. “What? No. Put your bat away, dumbass.” He rolls his eyes. “I need your help.”

Relaxing just a small amount, Steve lets the top of the bat rest on the entryway floor. He probably looks as confused as he feels. “What? Why are you saying it like that? What kind of help?”

Mike huffs, throws his hands up and spins on his heel, stalking into the kitchen. Before Steve follows, he counts to ten, puts his bat away and curses the day he started dating Nancy Wheeler. Always the goddamn babysitter.

At the breakfast counter, Mike is deflating, shoulders drooping in what looks like defeat, chin braced in one hand, elbow pressed against the cool tile. With the other hand he’s tracing the lines of grout between the tiles.

On a whim, Steve detours to the fridge, loading up his arms with the makings for sandwiches. Back at the counter, he pulls out four slices of Wonderbread. “So - what brings you to my door?” He shakes the mayo and Mike nods so he starts to slather it on two of the pieces. Mike nods again to the mustard so Steve slathers that on the other two. Giving Mike the time to gather his thoughts.

“Um, well…I, uh, I like someone.” Mike sighs, looking down at the tile where he’s still tracing the lines. 

Someone not a girl. Someone. Will. It’s gotta be Will. Steve has seen the way that they both look at each other when the other isn’t looking. He and Robin have talked about it, about which one to approach first to let them into their elite Hawkins Gay Club which currently has two members. Not one and a half, Robin. Being bisexual still means he’s a whole gay. Dang it.

“Cheese?” Steve asks, peeling his own out of the Kraft plastic wrap. When Mike nods, Steve pulls out a second one for him. “Turkey or ham?” He pops open both and proceeds to put both on his own sandwich.

“Both, please.” Mike says and then jumps down, well, steps down because his gangly legs are much longer now. He goes over and grabs the salt and pepper from the back of the stove lip and sprinkles some of each on his, raises an eyebrow and when Steve nods, he sprinkles them on Steve’s as well.

Fancy.

“You want lettuce and tomato?” Steve says, slicing his own. Mike does not, he does go into the pantry and grab a bag of chips though because the kids are way too comfortable in Steve’s house apparently. 

“I need your help making a mixtape.” Mike says as sits back down.

Steve frowns. “Why are you here for a mixtape and not at Eddie’s? He’s the music guy.” And really - that’s a no brainer.

Groaning, Mike flops his head down his folded arms on the counter, narrowly missing the bag of chips. “Eddie cannot be trusted to make mixtapes. I was there for four hours, Steve. FOUR HOURS. And all I got was a lesson on ‘real metal versus sell out metal.’” He groans again. “He was so excited to help me but then we just recorded an hour of Black Sabbath songs. W- this person doesn’t even like metal!”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Steve gives Mike an encouraging smile as he cuts their sandwiches in half diagonally. Who cuts sandwiches across the middle? Vecna probably. Monster. “Mixtapes aren’t just about your favorite songs or even their favorite songs. It’s songs that you want to share with them and songs that remind you of them. And, of course, songs that tell them how you feel about them.” He plates both sandwiches and slides Mike’s across the bar. “It helps to know who the person is because mixtapes should be personalized but as long as you know their music, I can probably help you.”

Chewing the first bite slowly, Mike nods like he’s agreeing or gearing up to talk. Steve grabs them each a soda out of the fridge, sliding Mike’s over and taking the bag of chips. “My sister really loved the one you made for her. Well,” He reaches into the chip bag and pulls out a handful before pushing the bag toward Steve, “she still does actually. She plays it sometimes.”

Steve stops with his hand half inside the bag, “She does?”

“Yeaaaah.” Mike drags it out, putting a chip in his mouth but then talking around it. “She said it was the tape that made her realize she needed to break up with you.” Steve makes a little grunt of outrage but Mike pushes through, waving his hand to stop Steve from interrupting. “No, no, she loves that tape. Seriously. She said that listening to it made her realize that you’re the kind of guy who loves forever. But that you loved this girl she made up, she was pretending to be, even though she knew she’d never be that girl again…not after…you know.” He shrugs his bony shoulders and looks down at the counter again.

Without thinking about it, Steve’s eyes flick up to look out of the kitchen window where he can see the corner of the pool. He nods, saying dejectedly, “Yeah, I get that.” 

“And sometimes, when Jonathan is being Jonathan, she listens to it to remind her that you saw her as strong and brave - that’s what she said, strong and brave - before she even saw herself that way.” Mike opens his sandwich and puts down a layer of chips on top of the meat, squishing the top slice of bread back down before taking a bite. These kids are such weirdos. With his mouth full, he continues, “She said it reminds her that she doesn’t need Jonathon. Or any man. That she won’t settle for a life she doesn’t want. Not even for a guy like you.”

“Huh.” Steve replies, taking another bite of his own sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. “A guy like me?” 

Rolling his eyes, Mike makes a sound like he’s tasted something bad and says, “Yeah, don’t get a big head. You still suck.”

Steve snorts. The audacity of this kid is truly admirable. He’s still not sure that makes him feel better but Nancy deserves to get what she wants so he can be happy for her. Even if his tape is part of what drove her away. He shakes it off, though, “Okay, so what type of music does this person like?”

They spend the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening going through the tapes and albums Steve has and making a list of the ones that Mike has that he thinks might work. Then they pair them down to make an album that flows, “like a story” Steve tells him. The playlist has a song by Bowie because really every playlist should. One from The Smiths because Steve knows Will loves them even though he doesn’t mention that part to Mike. Mike picks the one metal song that Eddie suggested that he thought made sense, they all sound alike to Steve so he doesn’t pay attention to which one it is. The others are sprinkles of songs both boys have shared memories about.

“It’s really the last song that matters,” he tells Mike. “You’ve laid the groundwork for blending your stories together and that last song is the one you have to be brave with. The words matter. That’s the song where you say what you wanna say. Even if it’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done.”

Mike nods slowly, like he’s really focusing on the meaning behind Steve’s words.

The last song, after the Mike and Will songs, after it’s clear that this is a story of the two of them together , is “I Want to Hold Your Hand,” by the Beatles. It’s the only song like it on the whole tape so it stands out clearly. It’s a love song without being slow and romantic. It’s honest. And it says, “let me be your man.” So there are no wrong pronouns. Again, Steve doesn’t mention it. 

After running by the Wheeler’s to pick up a few of Mike’s tapes, they pull by the trailer park and Mike runs in to borrow the one that Eddie suggested. At the trailer door, Eddie looks over at Steve waiting in his car and gives him a head nod. Smiling fondly, Steve wonders if those two know how dorky they look in their matching Hellfire shirts and cut off jeans, if Eddie is aware that Mike is trying very hard to be as cool as he thinks Eddie is. Probably not. Eddie is pretty oblivious. 

Case in point, Steve’s been hitting on him for weeks with not a single sign that Eddie is aware of it at all.

Maybe Steve should make him a mixtape. He gives a little finger wave that Eddie returns, looking thoughtful as Mike lopes back to the car with his goofily long arms and legs flailing and throws himself into the passenger seat. Steve backs out and drives away, watching Eddie get smaller and smaller in the rearview.

Steve picks them up burgers on the way back to his house and then they lay on his floor next to his big fancy stereo, recording the songs in order, from tape to tape. When they get to the Beatles song, Steve makes an excuse about cleaning up the kitchen and leaves Mike with the tape insert and a pen. 

When he comes back, Mike’s folding a piece of notebook paper and tucking it inside the case as well. He must have had a lot to say. His eyes are a little red rimmed but Steve pretends not to notice of course.

In the Wheeler driveway, after he helps Mike dislodge his bike from where they half tucked it into the Bimmer trunk and just let the lid sit on it because it doesn’t actually fit all the way, Steve leans against the car with his arms and ankles crossed, trying to look as relaxed as he can. He wants to say something, let Mike know he’s a safe person to talk to. That they’re alike. He’s not sure how to without scaring him, though.

“Uh…thanks for this, man.” Mike snorts a laugh and gives that snotty side smile of his, “Maybe Dustin’s right about you.”

Steve grins, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods solemnly, “You don’t totally suck.” But then he grins back all cocksure like the almost sixteen year old that he is.

Scoffing, Steve kicks out and hits one of Mike’s bike tires with his shoe, “Thanks, asshole.” Pushing off the car, he starts to turn away but then, “Hey, if it’s who I think it is, you can talk to me - I…I get it. Understand?” He makes sure he catches Mike’s eye so the kid can’t look down and away like he usually does. Steve sees the flash of fear but it’s quickly replaced with hope, maybe even trust.

Mike just nods and Steve gets out of there before he embarrasses the poor kid again. On his drive home, he rolls the windows down, turns his car radio up too loud and sings along, uncaring that he’s probably out of tune. 

Steve’s been home for maybe an hour when someone knocks on his door again. There’s less noise this time but it’s still just solid pounding without giving him the chance to get to the door. Everyone he knows is an asshole apparently.

“Alright, alright, keep it in your–” He yanks open the door and finds Eddie standing there still wearing his ripped cutoffs and his Hellfire shirt. Well, the version two that he designed for the club when he handed it down after graduation. “-pants.”

Eddie smiles, sly and flirty, “You sure?”

Steve rolls his eyes, “What are you gonna do when I call your bluff someday?” Because although Steve has been honestly flirting with Eddie, Eddie’s just been over the top hitting on Steve with innuendos and double entendres that don’t mean anything serious. Well, Steve can’t tell if they mean anything serious at least.

Which is part of why Steve hasn’t at least tried to make a move.

“We’ll see when that day comes I guess.” Eddie leans in and taps on Steve’s chest with the tip of his pointer finger. “I made you something Big Boy.”

There’s a circle of burning fire in the spot where Eddie’s finger was. His touches always seem to leave flames in their wake. Steve wonders if Eddie feels them, too “Is it dinner? Because I already ate with Baby Wheeler.”

“Nope.” Eddie drags out the “p” making a popping sound. “Baby Wheeler mentioned you were helping him with his mixtape - said you were some kind of expert.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Steve nods, admitting, “I don’t know about expert. Sorry, though, didn’t mean to step on your toes.”

“No, no, it’s cool.” Eddie leans his shoulder against the door jamb which is weird because he’s usually pushed past Steve to make himself at home by this point. Or Steve has invited him in. But they’re just standing here in the open doorway. “Besides - Wheeler informed me that I suck at mixtapes. Something about telling a story and not shoving metal down people’s throats.”

Steve crosses his arms defensively, “Don’t take it personally. You’re great at dragon stories. Gotta leave something for the rest of us to be good at.” He’s looking down so he misses the expression that accompanies the scoff Eddie gives but it sounds exasperated.

“Well.” Eddie says, bringing Steve’s eyes back up to him as he pulls a cassette tape out of his vest pocket. “Anyway, here.”

It shouldn’t make him feel the way it does. But it does. Steve’s heart flutters and his stomach swoops and the finger that brushes Eddie’s as he takes the tape feels like it’s charged with lightning. He’s still not sure, though, it could be that kind or it could just be Eddie trying to prove that metal is the best.

Before he can stop himself, he asks, “You made me a mixtape?” And the hopefulness in his voice is as clear as day. But then it’s met with a look in Eddie’s eyes - fear, denial, like he wants to take it back, so Steve pivots, teasing, “Is it an hour of metal? Did you do a voice over?”

Rolling his eyes and stuffing his hands into his vest pockets, Eddie hisses, “No. Jerk.”

After a moment of indecision, Steve asks hesitantly, “Do you..do you wanna listen to it together?”

There’s fear in Eddie’s eyes again and he takes a wary step back, “Uh - no. No, that wouldn’t be a great idea.” He swings his arms, snapping and bringing the flat of one hand against the curled first of the other before pointing finger guns at Steve. It’s so horribly awkward that Steve is filled with hope again. “Uh, yeah, it’s, um, it’s just for you, man.” He’s clearly nervous and waves of anxious energy are almost rolling off of him as he spins and walks away, throwing a confident, “See ya Harrington!” over his shoulder but Steve’s not fooled at all. 

“Oh you will, Munson.” Steve calls after him, slow smile growing when Eddie’s shoulder’s visibly hunch before he leaps into his van and pulls away, tires practically squealing with the force of him gunning it. 

Huh. Interesting.

Closing the door, Steve goes over to the phone on the entryway table where he leaves his keys and Family Video vest every night. He dials and after two rings, Robin picks up, “Thank you for calling Family-oh damn it, I mean, hello?”

“You’re such a mess.” Steve snorts.

“Fuck you Harrington, you’re such a mess!” She whisper shouts, because if her dad hears her cussing, she'll be grounded until she leaves for college.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.” Steve assures her. “But listen - Mike came over earlier–”

“Mike?!” She actually shouts this time. “Is there a Code Red? What happened? Why didn’t you call me?” There’s the distinct sound of her rolling off of her bed and scrambling for shoes or clothes.

“Calm down, you ninny.” He sighs. “We are scarily alike.”

“Duh.” Then she makes an oof sound as she flops back onto her bed.

“I thought the same thing because when does Mike ever willingly talk to me?” 

“Like, never. Unless it’s to make fun of you – ohhh wait, did he come to talk about Will?” She squees. “Did the baby gay come to get advice from his babysitter?”

Steve laughs, switching the phone to his other ear and sitting down on the carpeted stairs. He should have made this call from his bedroom where he could have laid on his bed, too late now. “Sort of? He asked for my help making a mixtape for ‘someone’ but didn’t tell me who and I didn’t out him by asking but when I dropped him off at home, I hinted that I knew and he could talk to me.”

“Ohhhh Steve, that’s so adorable. If I remotely liked any of your children, I’d be touched.” She straight out lies because they all know she adores Max like a little partner in crime. “Why you though? Why not Eddie?”

“That’s what I said!” He laughs and then dives into telling her the whole story. Eddie’s metal sell out lesson, the hours of pouring over music, Nancy’s love of his mixtape that he made for her back in high school. She comments and laughs at all the right places because they are of one mind, as always. Then though, then, he drops the bomb.

“So, the reason I’m calling is because Eddie showed up at my door. With a mixtape. For me. And he declined my offer to listen to it together.” Steve twists the cord around his finger, waiting until the skin turns red before unwinding it.

“Oh my god! What’s on it?” She shouts, “And why didn’t you lead with that?”

“I don’t know what’s on it. I haven’t listened to it yet.”

“Why not, you dingus?!” Robin screeches then she adds in a subdued tone, “Do you think…?” 

In an equally subdued tone he replies, “I don’t know. I think that’s why I called you first. I’m a little scared to get my hopes up.”

She makes a little noise of agreement. She’s been there.

“And I just…I’m not his type at all. And I know that. But he’s so…” Steve sighs and lays back on the stairs awkwardly, it’s not comfortable at all but it’s keeping him focused. “He’s loud and brash and annoying and I like that because I’m not. But he’s also sweet and squishy and brave and so fucking funny. Argh.”

“And you already got your hopes up when he dropped it off and you don’t want to be disappointed?” Robin asks gently because she really does know him so well.

“Yeah,” he tells her in a hushed voice. “His face when he handed it over, Rob. He was nervous. And then he practically ran away.”

“Well, idiot, you won’t know until you listen.” She says matter-of-factly and he can almost hear her brushing off her hands and standing up. “Buck up. You want me to come over and listen to it with you?”

“Nah. I want to hear it the first time on my own.” That way he can cry before he has to face her if that’s where this is going. “I’ll call you if I need you, though, k?”

“You know I’m always here for you.”

He does.

After they hang up, Steve doesn’t waste anymore time. He doesn’t want to give himself any time to think so he heads into the living room and pops it into the tape deck he and Mike had just recorded ‘someone’s’ tape on. Laying back on the floor he lets the first song play. 

He doesn’t recognize the first chords but the recording itself is kinda fuzzy, like it’s a live version of something. It’s an acoustic guitar, slow but building. When the voice comes in, Steve sits up and turns toward the speaker. It’s Eddie.

I was always trapped. Drowning in this small town, Dragged down by small minds To the bottom of the lake. Spent most of my days  on the run from myself. Running from the me I wasn’t ready to be. Trapped in this small town  with these small minds. That is, until you. Until there was you. You stood your ground. Stood up for mine, too. And I never ran as fast  as I did to you.

There’s a guitar break. It’s beautiful, simple, a slow melody that builds with Eddie’s voice almost trembling when it comes back in.

You’re the boy The boy who stops the world. Stops it from spinning Out of my reach. I want to run to you. But we’re stuck in this town With these small minds, That drag us down. I just wanna be free Free to love you. I only wanna run If you’ll catch me.  In this small town In this small town

The song fades out and there’s the sound of Eddie’s breathing, it catches like he’s going to say something but then exhales and the recording clicks off. Steve speeds through the tape and flips it over and does the same to the other side. The rest of it is empty. He plays the song again. Listening with his eyes closed this time.

Then he jumps up, ejects the tape, grabs his keys and fumbles with the lock on the way out. He doesn’t let himself think. Just plays the song over and over for the fifteen minute drive to the trailer park. All the lights in the trailer are on and the music in Eddie’s room is blaring loud enough that Steve can hear it in his car with his own music still on.

He still doesn’t stop to think, just rushes out of the car and up the steps to pound on the door and when Eddie opens it with wide eyes and a healthy dose of fear on his face, Steve thinks for a second that he should say something, confirm that it’s a song written for him - about them both - but he can’t. Or he’ll chicken out. 

So, instead, he just steps into the trailer, forcing Eddie to take a step back, pushes the door shut behind him and whispers, “Too many small minds out there.” And kisses Eddie. 

It’s a good kiss too. Steve cradles Eddie’s head and tilts him just enough that he can get the perfect angle to …what’s the word in all those trashy books? Ravish. Steve ravishes Eddie’s mouth. It’s not sweet, it’s desperate and filled with need and when he finally lets go, Eddie’ lips are swollen and kiss bitten.

“I hope that song was telling me you like me or this is going to be a very awkward conversation.” Steve says when Eddie’s eyes flutter open.

“I’d have made you a whole mixtape but Wheeler told me this afternoon that the final song is the one that really matters.” Eddie grins then, wide and impish, swooping in to catch Steve’s mouth with his own. When he comes up for air, he whispers, “Besides, where was I gonna get an hour of ABBA songs?”

Growling, Steve walks Eddie backwards until the backs of his knees hit the couch and he sits. “I’m more of a Springsteen fan, actually.” He says as he climbs into Eddie’s lap and swoops down for a kiss.

It’s frenzied and graceless, like the two desperate kids they still are. Neither of them old enough to buy a six pack of beer and both overflowing with the sexual tension they’ve built up between them. Steve can’t seem to stop kissing Eddie long enough to do anything more than grind himself down against Eddie’s lap. 

Luckily, Steve’s been in his old basketball shorts all day and Eddie changed into sweats sometime after he’d gotten home so there’s nothing but a few layers of cotton between their rock hard boners. 

Jesus, it feels like the first time Steve dry humped with some girl back in freshman year. But like, a thousand times better. Not just because they both have dicks but because it’s Eddie .

He rolls his hips, brushing their aforementioned dicks together and swallows Eddie’s groan. Eddie’s hands are on Steve’s hips, guiding him as he rolls them, flexing his hands around the softness there. When Steve moans into Eddie’s mouth, Eddie’s hands slip around and squeeze his ass, cupping it and helping him press their laps together. One of them whines as their dicks slot together just right and they both thrust against each other. 

“Stevie, fuck. Yes,” Eddie swears, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Then his tongue is back in Steve’s mouth, sliding along Steve’s, sucking on his bottom lip. He licks and nips and bites his way down Steve’s throat, probably leaving bruises and Steve should care about that but he doesn’t.

“Eddie, Eddie - I need,” It’s too fast, Steve knows he can last so much longer than this but he can’t seem to slow down. “Oh, god.”

“What, Stevie?” Eddie manages between grunts as they rut against each other desperately, “What do you need?”

Oh god, he’s almost there, Steve feels the warmth pooling in his belly, the muscles in his legs straining, the droplets of precome sticking to his underwear and Eddie’s hard cock pushing against the length of his own as he cries, “You, fuck, just you.” And then he comes, arching and fucking against Eddie. One hand buried in the hair at Eddie’s nape and the other digging his fingernails into Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie pulls Steve tight to his chest, one hand around his back, holding Steve close while he comes. Eddie’s still thrusting against Steve, rolling and pressing with his hips until he, too, arches and comes with a hoarse shout.

When Eddie relaxes back against the couch, Steve collapses in his lap, head resting on Eddie's shoulder, breath hot against his collarbone. Both fucked out and exhausted.

Minutes later, once the aftershocks have subsided for both of them and Steve’s sweaty forehead is pressed into the side of Eddie’s sweaty neck, Steve admits, “Fine, I like ABBA but who doesn’t? Those songs are catchy.”

Eddie snorts a laugh out. Then, it's a little gross, but they both start laughing and have to peel their damp crotches away from each other. Totally worth it, though, when Eddie brings Steve's hand up to his mouth, kissing the palm before he threads their fingers together so he can hold Steve's hand.

Thanks to @thefreakandthehair for hosting this challenge! It was super fun and I'm so glad I actually made it in under the deadline. Skin of my teeth!

Here's the Ao3 link if you want to drop me some love there - comments make my brain buzz and I'd love to hear your thoughts on the perfect Mike/Will or Steve/Eddie mixtape playlist!

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

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Part 1 | . . . | Part 55 | Part 56 | Part 57

Steve pours on the speed as much as he can, even though he’s already running as fast as he can.

As he gets closer, he sees Dustin on top of Eddie.

Wayne looks up, and Steve’s confused by the smile. Surely-

“They’re alright,” he calls, and Steve almost stumbles. He slows down a fraction as Wayne turns to his nephew. “Eddie, goddamn you, sit up ‘fore you give your boy a heart attack.”

Eddie scrambles up, unceremoniously dumping Dustin onto the ground as he races towards Steve, grin wide and wild. Steve barely hears Dustin’s yelp. “We did it!” He yells, barreling into Steve, wrapping his arms around him and swinging them around in a circle.

“W-wait, wait,” Steve says, gasping for breath, clinging to Eddie like he’s the one dying this time around. “Y- you’re-”

“Completely fine, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers into his ear, moving to hold him up when his legs all but give out. They slowly sink to the ground. “I’m fine, I swear, not a scratch, just a huge adrenaline rush. I was swinging Dustin around in a circle and tripped and fell and we just didn’t get up, and Wayne and the other boys sat beside us. We’re all okay, the boys had the time of their lives with their flamethrowers. I think maybe we need to confiscate those, actually, it seems a little too dangerous, which you know is serious when it’s me saying it-”

Steve drops his head to Eddie’s shoulder, takes a deep breath, and bursts into tears.

He’s jostled as Eddie makes sharp movements for a few seconds. “Hey, it’s okay,” he says. “Wayne took the boys inside, and he’ll make sure they don’t watch from the windows. You’re okay, right? Not hurt?”

Steve shakes his head. “Not hurt,” he manages with a broken gasp. His fingers flex on Eddie’s hips. “Just- so glad you’re okay.”

Eddie hushes him. “I’m fine,” he murmurs. “Glad you’re okay, too, of course. But I’m not about to let you get away from me that easy, not when I finally have a chance of having you.”

“You had the chance last time,” he argues petulantly.

Eddie chuckles, pulling him closer. “Yeah, but I didn’t know that, did I?” He rubs a comforting hand down Steve’s back. “Everyone on your team is okay, right?”

Steve sniffs and pulls back to wipe his face before he nods. “Robin’s leading them back here. But I should probably go find her, just in case.”

Eddie gives him a soft smile. “This is one of the things we’ll have to talk about,” he murmurs. “But Wayne’s guarding the windows and he’s okay. One quick we-saved-the-world kiss before we go?”

Steve blinks. “We go?”

Eddie blushes. “Well, yeah. I’m not ready to let you out of my sight just yet, and chances are you’re not, either.”

Steve huffs a self-deprecating laugh. “You’re probably right,” he admits, then sighs. “Yeah. One quick kiss.”

“I’d dream of nothing more,” Eddie says, and presses their lips together in a chaste kiss.

When they pull back, Steve grins as he gets to his feet. “I hope you do dream of more, actually, I’d like to think I’m a better kisser than that.”

Eddie laughs, head tilted to the sky. “Of course you are, Stevie. Now c’mon, let’s go find the girls so we can celebrate.” His grin turns lascivious. “I believe I was promised something, and I believe it’s just about time for later.”

Steve laughs and pushes Eddie’s shoulder. “Horndog,” he jokes. “Keep it in your pants. We’ve still gotta get out of here.”

Eddie smiles, grabs Steve’s hand, and nods. “I’m following your lead.”

Together they walk back the way Steve had come. They see the girls a ways off, and Steve starts running. He crashes into Robin and spins her around with a laugh. “We really did it,” he says, eyes shining. “It’s over.”

Robin hugs him back. “Everyone’s okay?”

Steve hums. “Everyone down here, yeah. I’m sure El will be tired but I’m sure she’s okay too.” He lets go of Robin and attaches himself to Alli next. “How do you feel?”

She grins at him. “Free.”

“Free.” He grins back. “I like that. It is freeing.”

He pulls away from Allison just as Eddie jogs up. Robin hugs him, then punches him in the shoulder. “Don’t scare him like that!”

Eddie holds his hands up, wide-eyed. “I’m sorry?” He flicks his gaze to Steve, who shrugs. It’s not like Robin listens to him half the time anyways.

“Robbie, be nice,” he chastises.

“Steve-”

“Robin,” he repeats, smiling at her. “We’re okay.” He grabs her hand. “Promise.”

She squeezes it, smiles back. “Okay.” She turns a harder look on Eddie. “I’m keeping my eye on you.”

“Oh my god,” Steve murmurs, then turns to Eddie with a grin. “I apologize for my feral soulmate.”

Robin squawks. Eddie grins, shrugs. “‘S alright. I’ll win her over eventually.”

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[solarmorrigan]

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

Hi there! I'm sorry this took a bit to get out, but thank you for the prompt!

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

Prompt from this post

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Eddie doesn’t have the energy or brain capacity to give enough fucks to do much more than toe his shoes off at the door and jam his jacket onto their overburdened coat rack before stumping into the living room and flopping down to sprawl in the armchair with a groan.

“Long day?”

Lifting his head, Eddie looks over to find Steve stretched out on the couch, covered by the throw that Wayne had given them when they’d moved into this dinky little apartment, his glasses shoved up on top of his head, a book that Eddie had recommended to him still held open in one hand.

While Eddie had had to work, it had been Steve’s day off, and it looks like he’s made the most of it. He’s unfairly inviting, warm and soft and laid out like that – unfair, because he’s all the way across the living room.

“Long, long day,” Eddie agrees, letting his head drop back with a groan. “Why are you so far away?”

“I’m, like, five feet from you, Eddie,” Steve snorts.

“Too faaaar,” Eddie whines, raising one hand to grope at the air in Steve’s direction, grinning a little when he hears Steve laugh.

“It’s not my fault you picked the chair over the couch when you came in,” Steve says, and Eddie groans again.

He’s just considering gathering his strength to make one last stand and stumble over to the couch when he hears the flap of paper and the rustle of fabric against fabric and the shuffle of feet, and then–

“Move your legs, or I’m going to crush them.”

Eddie opens his eyes to see Steve standing over him, one knee poised on the edge of the chair and eyebrows raised expectantly. Slowly, Eddie drops one leg off the side of the cushion, making a space for Steve, who shakes his head but somehow manages to crunch himself up into the vacancy created in a way Eddie swears that someone as big as Steve shouldn’t be able to do.

He’s brought he blanket with him, and as soon as he’s got his ass and both feet planted on the chair, he unfurls it and drapes it over the both of them, trying to cover as many of Eddie’s starfished limbs as possible. Then he snuggles a little further into Eddie’s space, leaning up against his chest and resting his cheek against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Better?” he asks, and Eddie can feel his breath tickle the side of his neck.

It’s a stupid way to sit when the sofa really is just a few feet away. Eddie could get off his ass and they could both stretch out on the couch, and then the arm of Steve’s glasses wouldn’t be digging into Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie won’t end up sore from sitting all splayed out for so long, and Steve’s back won’t cramp up from being scrunched into such an awkward position.

Instead, Eddie brings a hand up and fits it under Steve’s chin, lifting his head so he can duck down and press his lips to Steve’s in a slow, soft kiss. He drops his other arm from the back of the chair and wraps it around Steve’s shoulders, cuddling him closer as he settles back into his sprawl.

“Better,” Eddie says.

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[runninriot]

Inspired by the prompt ‘Love is helping them unwind after a rough day‘ by @lihhelsing for @steddielovemonth day 19

I’ll take care of you

wc: 1,946 | rated: M | tags: Steve is stressed, Eddie takes care of Steve, Established Relationship, Domesticity, Smut (under the cut)

Eddie looks up from where he’s busy peeling potatoes for dinner when he hears Steve entering the apartment.

   “I’m in the kitchen!” Eddie calls into the hallway, excited to finally have his boyfriend back home after another day of him working late.

He continues to prepare the remaining vegetables, smiles when he feels a heavy weight slump against his back and two arms wrap around his middle.

   “Hey baby. How was your day?”

Steve sighs deeply.

   “I hate my boss.” He sounds exhausted.

Eddie chuckles, doesn’t comment on the double meaning (Steve’s boss is his dad. But that’ll change as soon as they’ve saved up enough money to make their way out of this town).

   “That bad, huh?”

He tries to move to put the casserole in the oven but Steve’s arms are still clinging to him, only loosening their grip enough for Eddie to turn around in his embrace.

Steve has been working overtime every single day this past week. They’ve barely spent any time together besides sleeping next to each other, with Steve being too exhausted to do anything after work.

He’s working on a big project right now, something ‘crucial for the future of the firm’. Eddie doesn’t know the details, just knows it’s draining Steve of every last bit of energy. He hates it. Hates that he can’t do much to help take away some of the pressure weighing on his boyfriend’s shoulders. Knows how hard Steve always is on himself, always has the tendency to overwork himself, always giving 110 percent and more.

Thank god it’s Friday, Eddie thinks, looking forward to a weekend with not much to do, already making plans in his head how to spoil Steve in all the ways he deserves.

He pulls Steve’s face up with a hand on his chin to properly greet him with a long and tender kiss.

   “How about you go take a nice hot bath while I clean the kitchen. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”

Steve leans his forehead against Eddie’s chest and tightens his arms around his waist like he doesn’t want to let go.

   “Hmm nah, just gonna have a shower. I don’t want to risk falling asleep in the bathtub.”

They kiss again, once, twice, before Steve relents and peels himself off.

Steve returns to the kitchen 20 minutes later, looks refreshed, still tired but at least a little more alive than before.

   “Can I help with anything?” Steve asks, looking over Eddie’s shoulder where he pours each of them a glass of water.

   “All done. You just sit down and let me take care of you.”

   “Ugh, you’ve been taking care of everything this week. I didn’t even remember to start the damn washing machine this morning like you asked me to. I only now remembered when I saw the piles of clothes on top of the dryer. I’m sorry.”

He sounds genuinely upset but Eddie will have none of it.

   “Babe, stop it. You’ve been working your ass off all week. Cooking dinner and doing some household chores is the least I can do.”

Eddie snags another kiss from Steve’s lips before he prompts him to sit down at the table.

   “I don’t deserve you.”

   “Aww, I know. But what can I do? I’m but a fool in love.” Eddie sing-songs and feels like he’s completed an important mission when Steve laughs wholeheartedly at his words.

   “You’re such a dork. God I love you.”

   “Love you, too. Now shut up and eat. I didn’t burn my hand for this to go cold again.” This earns him another laugh and an appreciative kiss on the back of his hand before they dig in.

An hour later they’re lying in bed. Eddie is reading a book while Steve is going over some papers – despite Eddie’s protest not to bring work into their holy chambers – rubbing his forehead and eyes every now and then while groaning frustrated.

   “Okay, enough.” Eddie says too loud for the overall silence in the room, snaps his book shut and lays it down on the bedside table.

He then turns his attention to Steve who looks at him startled and confused.

   “I said... enough,” Eddie repeats, voice stern and determined.

He takes hold of the papers in Steve’s hand, pulls them out of his grasp, quickly but careful not to accidentally cut him, and lets them drop to the floor next to the bed.

   “Eddie! Those are imp-“

Steve doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Eddie is on top of him in one swift motion, dragging him closer with a fist in his shirt, silencing him with a kiss.

   “What was that for?” Steve says breathlessly when Eddie releases his lips again.

   “I told you I’m gonna take care of you. And right now, what you need is to stop thinking about work.”

   “Ooh, okay,” Steve smiles up at him, all flirty and smug, “and you think you can help with that?”

   “Hmm, I don’t know,” Eddie plays along, “Guess we’ll just have to find out, won’t we.”

He grips the hem of Steve’s shirt and pulls it over his head, dropping it purposely down on top of the offending papers on the floor – like covering up their existence will make it easier for Steve to forget about them.

Eddie pushes Steve back down into the pillows, hands gliding over his boyfriend’s chest as he makes himself comfortable in Steve’s lap. Steve’s hands find their way to his hips, fingers digging into the sides, goading him to move. And Eddie does, slowly rolls his hips over Steve’s middle, delighted at the soft little Ahs flitting over Steve’s lips.

There are three layers of fabric between them – two pairs of boxers and a cover – but Eddie can already feel the effect of his grinding motion as he drags his cock over the hard line of Steve’s.

   “Close your eyes, baby. Relax. Let me take care of you,” Eddie coos, voice soft and low.

He leans down to kiss Steve’s neck, starts right beneath his ear, goes along the side and over the column of his throat. He makes his way from Steve’s collarbone to his chest, stops at his right nipple to suck at it. Twirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, encouraged by Steve’s breathy moans. With his teeth busy nibbling at one side, his hand blindly finds the other and starts rolling it gently between his thumb and finger, pinching just hard enough to get Steve talking.

   “Ah! Yes, baby. Feels so good, Eddie. More, please.”

Eddie releases both nipples, kisses his way further down over coarse hair, licks over his boyfriend's defined muscles and bites the soft parts of his tummy.

He sucks purple splotches into Steve's skin and beneath him Steve shivers, digs his fingers into Eddie’s hair as if to tell him to move on.

Eddie listens to his silent pleas, climbs off his lap only to pull the cover away and get rid of the remaining barrier. He peels his own shorts off before gripping the waistband of Steve’s, doesn’t need to tell him to lift his hips to drag them down.

Finally free, in all their naked glory, Eddie takes his place between Steve’s legs and doesn’t waste anymore time before dragging his tongue over the length of his cock. He starts at the base, licks a long stripe to the tip.

   “Oh, baby.”

Steve’s voice reaches him from above his head but he doesn't look up, his attention is somewhere else. He parts his lips, wraps them around the swollen head and begins to suck. Teases Steve with a wet tongue curling around the crown, lets saliva pool all over the tip before sucking it back into his mouth.

The noises Steve makes are an obscene soundtrack to Eddie’s performance. Lower and lower he sinks down on Steve’s length, taking him deeper inch by inch until he can feel him on the back of his throat.

   “F-fuck, Eddie! You feel fucking amazing!”

He’ll never get tired of hearing Steve call his name as he slowly loses his mind. Desperate and whiney and oh so sweet it sends a tingling sensation right to Eddie’s dick.

Eddie comes back up, pops off with a wet sound, much to Steve’s disdain, who protest loudly at the loss of Eddie’s mouth.

   “I’m not done, baby. Don’t worry.”

He reaches for the drawer on Steve’s side of the bed and takes out a bottle of lube, klicks the lid open and pours a generous amount on his fingers. Steve startles when the cool gel connects with the skin between his cheeks, two fingers spreading the lube in circles around the rim.

   “God, fuck, yeah!”

Steve’s enthusiasm spurs Eddie on to slide the tip of one finger against the tight muscle, slowly pushing inside until he’s two knuckles deep.

   “So pretty, baby. Fuck, Steve. I love how greedy your hole is.”

Without looking up, Eddie knows that Steve is flushed red from the tip of his nose down to his chest. Always a little ashamed of how much he secretly enjoys the dirty talk.

   “Gonna stretch that pretty hole so good, make you ready for my cock. Do you want that, baby?”

Steve moans loudly as Eddie thrusts his finger in and out and it’s all the answer he needs.

He keeps up his loving torture for as long as he needs to make Steve loose, until he’s literally begging him to stop the teasing and fuck him.

When Eddie sinks into his boyfriend, he nearly loses his mind at how good it feels. They haven’t had sex all week and Eddie just now realises how much he missed it. The burning heat of Steve’s body, the slick noises they make when Eddie fucks into him with rough but loving force. The way Steve trembles underneath him, breathlessly chasing Eddie’s lips for a kiss. How fucking perfect it is to watch Steve come undone, pounding him into the mattress while stroking his leaking cock. How the stinging pain of Steve’s nails digging possessively into Eddie’s flesh alone nearly sends him over the edge.

The room is filled with the scent of sex and the sound of their moans and it’s heaven.

   “Come on, Steve. Come for me.”

With a last, desperate cry on their lips they both crash and fall, succumbing the crushing wave of their orgasm.

And then the world goes quiet around them.

The only sound is their heavy breathing, both trying to catch their breaths as they slowly come down from their heights.

   “That was-“ Steve starts but gets distracted by the sudden movement when Eddie pulls out and drops down beside him.

   “Phenomenal.” Eddie ends Steve’s sentence for him while pulling him close to his chest.

They are both sticky and sweaty and should probably clean up before they’re too tired but Eddie can take care of it later, doesn’t want to break the moment.

   “Love you so much, Eddie.”

Steve’s breath tickles on his skin and it’s too hot to be holding each other so close but he’d rather drown in his own sweat than not hold Steve in his arms.

   “Did it help?” Eddie asks jokingly, a wide, knowing grin on his face Steve can’t see.

   “Mhm,” Steve hums, exhausted and blissed out.

Eddie draws Steve closer, feels the way his body relaxes in his arms, melts into his embrace like he's made of warm candle wax.

   “Love you, baby.”

And if they fall asleep like that – sweat drenched, and cum stained, and on top of dirty sheets – that's okay.

They can take care of that tomorrow.

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1. 

Eddie’s not really used to this.

He’s never really had friends his own age. His band and Hellfire are all younger than him, Rick and his friends are all older. It’s been difficult to get close to anyone, when everyone his age has thought of him as a freak since he moved to town. 

All of that, plus his new friend being Steve, put Eddie in some situations he never really thought he’d be in. Situations that he, maybe, dreamed of one day being in, but not really like this. 

Pinned under Steve Harrington with his wrists held down to the ground above his head. Yeah, he’s thought of that, but not… 

Not the part where they’re apparently wrestling.  

Eddie doesn’t remember why this started. One second he was on the couch and the next he was on the floor, and something probably happened in between there, but he doesn’t really know what. His brain is kind of fuzzy, the memories clouded by the fact that Steve Harrington is currently sitting on top of him.

He tries, though not very hard, to roll Steve off of him. He probably could, honestly, but there’s something about this that makes his limbs heavy, and yeah, Steve feels good on top of him. Warm and solid, and it’s kind of Eddie’s dream to be underneath him, so sue him for his efforts being minimal here. 

It’s just that he should probably try a little bit harder to get Steve off of him because Eddie’s very close to sporting a little problem. Steve’s ass is pressed right to Eddie’s crotch, and he’s just laughing. He’s holding Eddie down and he’s laughing about it, like he’s won some prize here by beating him, even if Eddie doesn't remember why they’re wrestling to begin with. 

“Okay, okay, that’s—” Eddie starts. 

Steve shifts in his lap, and oh god that’s — okay, Steve needs to move now or he’s going to notice how hard Eddie is, and then Eddie needs to run to the bathroom before Steve sees or he’ll punch Eddie in the face, probably, and—

He shifts again. Steve shifts again and then his entire face changes, and he’s leaning over Eddie, hands still pinning Eddie’s wrists to the ground, and Eddie has no idea why Steve isn’t getting up. 

“Are the rumors true?” Steve asks.

Eddie wishes he could hide his face behind his hands, hide the heat blooming on his cheeks. 

He doesn’t answer. 

“The rumors that Eddie Munson has a thing for me?” Steve continues. 

“Where did you hear that rumor?” Eddie blurts out. Yeah, sure, people have called him a faggot for longer than he’s known it himself, but his crush on Steve has been as tightly under wraps as it could possibly be. 

Maybe not. 

“We had gym class together my senior year,” Steve says, leaning down to whisper right in Eddie’s ear. “All the boys said you looked at me in the locker room.”

Eddie feels like he might die right about now. Of shame, embarrassment, anxiety that the entire male population of Hawkins high school knows he’s got a raging hard on for Steve Harrington. 

“They said you’d look at my dick,” Steve continues. “Like you wanted me. But I never believed them because why would Eddie want me? I was everything you hated back then.”

“No,” Eddie says. “No, you weren’t. You were — beautiful. You are. W-who told you all that?”

Steve laughs quietly, brushing his nose against Eddie’s ear. “No one. I made it up.”

Eddie wrenches himself out of Steve’s hands and shoves him off. “Fuck you, man!”

But he’s laughing, head falling into his hands as he sits up. 

“Hey, I got what I was looking for,” Steve says. “You’ve totally got a thing for me.”

“Shut up,” Eddie mutters. 

“No, no,” Steve says. “No, it’s cute. I — well, I’d been hoping. Didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Eddie’s head snaps back up. Steve’s just sitting there on his knees watching him, waiting. 

So Eddie throws himself at Steve, wrestling him back to the ground, laughter bubbling out of his lips because he can’t believe Steve just said that. I’d been hoping. It can’t be real, but — but Steve’s laughing too, something sweet, chiming like bells in Eddie’s ears, and his hands are squeezing Eddie’s hips and pulling him down against him. 

The feeling of Steve against him, his thigh between Eddie’s legs, it has him going fuzzy again. Warm and tingling, spreading through his entire body. 

Steve flips them while Eddie’s distracted, pushing his hands back up on the floor, pinned beneath his wrists. 

“You mean it?” Eddie asks. 

Steve bends down, nosing along Eddie’s cheek, and whispers, “Yeah. I mean it.”

He grinds down against Eddie, their dicks pressing together. Steve’s just as hard as he is, he notices now. It’s too good, too hot, and Eddie drops his head heavy on the floor and moans, loud and uninhibited because he’s never felt another person’s body against his own, and he can’t contain it at all. 

“A-and you want this?” Eddie asks. “With me?”

“Mhm,” Steve hums. He pulls his hands away from Eddie’s wrists and whispers a quiet, “Stay,” in Eddie’s ear. 

Eddie wouldn’t dream of doing anything else. 

“Good boy,” Steve murmurs.

It goes straight to his dick, making him buck up against Steve’s body. He can’t believe any of this is real, that any of this is happening. He wants to pinch himself to make sure he isn’t dreaming, but he has to leave his hands where they are. Steve told him to, and Eddie needs to be good for him. 

Steve shifts, his hands going to Eddie’s thighs to spread them apart, and Eddie whines. He fucking whines over Steve’s big hands moving his legs into position, spreading them so Steve can fit between them, slotting their bodies together. 

“This okay?” Steve asks. 

Eddie nods quickly. Of course it’s okay. It’s beyond okay. It’s everything. 

Their dicks press together through their jeans again, and Eddie brings his knees up, squeezing them around Steve’s sides. He hooks his ankles behind Steve’s back, and he wants to wrap his arms around his neck, but Steve told him to stay so he is. 

Steve thrusts against him, his head dipping to press his lips against Eddie’s neck. 

This isn’t going to last long at all, not with Steve thrusting and grinding like he’s fucking Eddie through their jeans. Eddie’s never done anything with anyone, and now he’s beneath the man of all of his wet dreams, and he’s hurtling toward the edge embarrassingly fast. 

“Steve,” he moans. “I’m gonna — Steve.” 

“Okay, okay,” Steve whispers. “That’s alright, baby, go ahead. Just like this. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

“N-not in — this is my last pair of clean underwear,” Eddie pants, bucking his hips up against Steve’s body, rutting himself hard and fast against Steve’s dick.

Steve chuckles against his neck. “Want me to stop?”

“No,” Eddie rushes out. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Steve laughs again, lifts his head ahead from Eddie’s throat and looks down at him. “Cum for me, baby. C’mon.”

Eddie needs more. He wants his pants off, wants to feel skin on skin, but he doesn’t want to go through the effort. He doesn’t want to move his hands from where Steve placed them and told him to stay. 

He wants — 

“Kiss me,” Eddie pants. “Please. Stevie, I want —”

Steve cuts him off with a kiss, soft and gentle, and Eddie  has nothing to compare it to but he thinks it might be the best kiss in the history of the world because it’s him and Steve. Eddie can’t keep his hands in place anymore, has to move them to cup Steve’s cheeks as he moans into the kiss, his hips twitching one more time before the tension snaps and he shakes apart completely, coming in his pants. 

He cries out, legs tightening around Steve’s waist, arms sliding to wrap around his shoulders. His dick throbs and twitches in his underwear, making a mess that Steve keeps driving himself down into, leaving Eddie wet and oversensitive, and then — Steve stops. 

He pulls away, hands flying to his zipper. He draws his cock out of his underwear, hard and leaking and red, and Eddie watches. He watches as Steve quickly strokes his cock, quiet moans falling from his lips. His eyes shut, his head tipping back, and with a moan he cums all over his hand, spilling over onto Eddie’s stomach where his shirt has ridden up. 

It might be the hottest thing Eddie’s ever seen. 

He suddenly feels self conscious about not lasting long enough to get his dick out. He starts to become completely aware of the mess crusting in his pubes, Steve’s mess on his stomach. 

“Shit,” Steve pants. “Sorry. Let me — I’ll clean you up. C’mon.”

Steve makes good on that promise. He takes Eddie to the bathroom and strips him out of his clothes, then takes off his own. He pulls him into the shower, helps scrub Eddie down. The shift in their friendship is immediate. If it can even be called a friendship anymore. 

That’s just the start of it. 

2. 

It happens again a few days later. 

Not the whole wrestling part of it, no, because apparently Steve was just using that as an excuse to be close to Eddie, and now he doesn’t need an excuse. No, Eddie cums in his pants again a few days later, his hips grinding against Steve’s while they make out in Steve’s bed. 

It’s embarrassing, really, how quick it happens. One second they’re laying side by side, the next Steve’s on top of him asking if he can kiss him, and Eddie’s sitting there like no shit because all he ever wants to do now is kiss Steve. It’s kind of a problem how much he likes kissing Steve. 

Steve barely has to touch him, barely has to slide his dick against Eddie’s through their jeans, and Eddie’s rock hard and throbbing in his boxers. 

And it happens so quick because, when Eddie tries to stifle a moan into Steve’s neck, Steve pulls back and says, “C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” and then whispers, “Good boy,” when Eddie tips his head back and lets sounds fall from his lips. 

It’s like those three words in close proximity to each other flip a switch in Eddie’s brain and cock. Baby, good boy. It’s fucking embarrassing, is what it is. 

He cums just like that, hips bucking against Steve’s, mouth open with his moans spilling out. 

“Jesus, Eddie,” Steve chuckles, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Did you just…?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey, no that’s — don’t apologize,” Steve says. He pulls away, rolling over to the side.

He doesn’t make any attempt to get his dick out, just lays there pressing lazy kisses to Eddie’s lips.

Eventually, Steve finds a pair of underwear and some sweatpants for Eddie to change into and they settle into Steve’s bed again. They’ve only been together for a few days, but they’ve been friends for months. Their routine is pretty established at this point — get into pajamas and lay in Steve’s bed listening to music or reading or talking. 

Now, though, Steve pulls Eddie against him, plays with his hair while Eddie rests his head on his chest. 

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The look on Eddie's face as you descend the stairs is totally worth the extra time you spent on your hair and make-up. His eyes darken as they move over your fishnet-clad legs and your very short, tight jean cutoffs. The Metal Showcase Showdown is tonight, and you are dressed to impress.

"Jesus H, baby, are you wearing a bra under that?" He uses one finger to pull down the low neckline of your halter top, answering his own question when he sees the hard peek of your nipple.

"Nope," you say, popping the P and looking up at him under your lashes. 

"How am I supposed to concentrate with you looking like that? I'm gonna be hard all night," his arms go wrap around you, bringing your body flush against him. 

"You'll just have to try really..."

Kiss.

"Really," 

Kiss. 

"Hard."    

His full mouth stretches into an affectionate smile, "You're killing me, baby, but I'm going to die a happy man." 

After the night you kissed Steve, things have returned to normal in the Harrington household. Necessity has a way of shortening memories, and everyone in this house needs something. Eddie isn't someone who holds a grudge, and his relationship with Steve hasn't suffered any. They say the path to hell is paved with good intentions and the ones you love litter the roadside. Despite not knowing what path or what road you're on, you've done your best to dedicate yourself to Eddie and avoid Steve. The two of you haven't been alone together since the kiss, but that hasn't stopped the hungry looks he casts your way.

Steve comes around the corner with an apple in his hand, takes one look at you, and promptly turns to go back into the kitchen.

"Steve, where you going, man?" Eddie asks, releasing his hold on you. 

"I forgot my water," he hedges, "what do you need?"

"I was hoping you could get our girl here to the show tonight?" Eddie asks, lightly smacking your butt. 

"Wait. I thought I was riding with you," the disappointment is evident in your voice.

"The van is full of all of the band shit. Besides, I gotta leave right now. You would be sitting around in an empty club for hours while we set up. Ride with Steve and Robin, okay?" He kisses your forehead, "You're still taking Buckley, right?" He asks Steve over his shoulder. Maybe he isn't as forgetful as you thought.

"Well, we were going to ride with Nancy and Jonathan," Steve says, shrugging his shoulders and biting into his apple.

"There you go, Harrington. Cut loose a little. Have a few," Eddie encourages," Just what the doctor ordered. I'm sure Wheeler's got room for one more, right?"

"Yeah, I'll call her and make sure she's driving the wagon."

"Thanks, buddy," Eddie puts a hand on Steve's shoulder, "I know you don't need my help, but this isn't your usual crowd. Don't wear a Polo if you want to get laid."

"Thanks, but I wasn't planning on it." 

"Getting laid or wearing a Polo?" Eddie asks, feeling him out.

"The Polo," Steve says, glancing over at you.

"Nice," Eddie gives his shoulder a pat as he brings his hand up to block his mouth like you wouldn’t hear him when he says, "There should be quite a selection," 

"Good to know," Steve says shaking his head a little.

"Don't forget to wrap it. You never know where some of these chicks have been," Eddie says, leaning in closer to Steve.

Steve gives him a little push, "Get out of here. I'll see you at the show," he says before jogging up the stairs.

"Okay, baby. I'm going to take off. Do I look alright?" he steps back and holds out his arms.

"Hmm," you walk around, pretending to inspect him. A Metallica Tee with cut-off sleeves and a ripped neck shows off his arms and chest nicely. And the way his jeans cling to his ass has you reaching out to cop a feel.

"Hey, what do you think I am? A piece of meat?" he grabs your wrist, bringing you back in front of him, "You make me feel so cheap," he says, palming your breasts and giving them a squeeze.

"What am I supposed to do?" you ask, trying to sneak your hands back to his backside, "If you're dressed like this, clearly you're asking for it."

"I should have fucked you before you got all dressed up," he says before kissing you breathless, "I guess now I have something to look forward to." 

He pulls down half of your shirt and sucks a nipple into his mouth. The current of electricity running straight from your breast to your pussy have you looking forward to it as well. 

"Alright, baby, I got to go," he says, tucking you back into your shirt and kissing you quickly, "Remember, your names are on the list, so you can get in early. I'll see you tonight, okay?"

"Okay. Good luck," you give him one more smack on his bum on his way out the door. 

You're peering at your reflection in the hall mirror, using your finger to apply a thin layer of gloss over your lips, when Steve comes down the stairs pulling a tight gray tee over his head. 

"What do you think? Will this work?" Steve asks. Rubbing your lips together, you tighten the top on the little tub of gloss and try not to stare at the line of hair disappearing into his tight, worn black jeans. 

"You'll pass," you say, trying to sound nonchalant, tucking your gloss back in your bag.

"Do you wanna know how I think you look?" He asks, crowding into your space.  

"No," you step back until you're pressed against the wall. 

"No?" one of his arms lands on your hip while the other presses against the wall, boxing you in. 

"What are you doing?" you ask as he starts running his hand up your side. Your hand goes to his chest, keeping some space between your bodies, "We can't."

"That's not what you said the last time we were alone together," his eyes dip down to your lips before moving back to your eyes. 

"I was confused," you don't sound convincing, not even to yourself. 

"I think you know exactly what you wanted."

"I want Eddie," this time, your voice comes out sure and clear. 

"Maybe. But he's not the only one you want," he covers your hand with his own, "This thing between us is more than just sex. The way you kissed me, the way you begged me, I could feel it," he moves closer pressing his body against you, "God, I wanted you. I would have fucked you right there in the kitchen if Eddie hadn't come home. And you wanted it just as much as I did."  

"No. I would have stopped," you say, shaking your head, trying to clear it as things get a little hazy.

"I think you're wrong, and it's worth staying around to find out," his mouth starts moving toward yours at the same time the door opens, and Robin peeks her head inside. Steve quickly steps away. 

"We're here," she says sharply before turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her. 

Robin is unusually quiet, sitting between you and Steve in the back of Nancy's station wagon as you travel through the backwoods of Shelbyville on the way to the venue.

The Stone Church is an icon. Well, at least as close to an icon as you will get in this part of Indiana. Not much was known about the crumbling limestone church left to rot in the woods before it was developed into a live music venue and bar. It has become the spot to play for lesser-known and up-and-coming new acts, even boosting surprise performances from some big names looking for a more intimate setting. 

Gravel crunches under the tires of Nancy's wagon as she turns off the pavement onto the flattened dirt road that leads farther into the woods. The parking lot is packed full, and Nancy has to park in a grassy area along the treeline. Everyone climbs out of the car and stretches a bit after the long ride. The sun is just beginning to set behind the church's steeple, which still houses bells that ring to mark the opening and closing of the bar every evening.

Closing the car door, you lift up the handle to be sure it is locked. Clouds of weed and cigarette smoke hang heavy around the groups of Metalheads gathered in the parking lot, waiting for the main doors to open and the showcase to begin. Following Nancy and Jonathan, you walk through the maze of cars and people besides Steve and Robin. Someone calls your name, and you raise a hand, greeting a group of guys you know through Eddie. Steve's hand is on the small of your back, gently maneuvering you between him and Robin. Questioning the sudden change in position, you look up at him, but he's not looking at you. With tense shoulders and a tight jaw, he scans the parking lot like he's scrutinizing anything and everyone for a threat. Apparently, you aren't the only one to notice the change in his demeanor.

"Steve, are you alright?" Robin asks as your group comes to a stop at the side door. Nancy turns around with concern as Jonathan gives your name to a guy with a clipboard standing at the door. 

"I'm fine," Steve says, still looking around, "it's really crowded." He tries to hide it from the others, but he takes a few deep breaths through his mouth. Stepping closer to him, your fingers wrap around the hand hanging limply at his side, you give him a gentle squeeze before letting go, but he circles your wrist and joins your hands, keeping them low between you, away from the eyes of the others. The man with the clipboard opens the door ushering you inside. His hand lets go and moves to your hip, guiding you in ahead of him. 

"I'm getting a beer before there's a line," Steve says, moving toward the bar. 

"I'll come with you," Jonathan says, stepping around Nancy.

"Bring me back one," Nancy calls to Jonathan as you and Robin follow her to find a table. 

Your eyes wander toward where Steve is leaning on the bar, waiting for his order with one foot up on the brass bar rail, his black jeans hugging his legs and ass in all the right places. A blonde in a tight leather mini squeezes in beside him placing her hand on his arm, and you turn away quickly, a sour feeling forming in your belly. Robin's eyes are on you, her face giving nothing away, but you can feel the judgment in her stare.

The noise level in the club goes up a notch as the first band starts setting up their instruments on the stage. Unlike The Hideout, where recycled pallets serve as the platform for musical acts, Stone church has a real stage with professional sound and lighting, giving every group that performs a taste of rock stardom. The original church has been extended into a crucifix-shaped building with a generous backstage area, pool tables, and long double bars that line the walls with back bars lit in red neon holding shelf after shelf of bottled liquor. The enormous red neon cross that hangs above the stage and the dark wood and religious imagery keep the theme going through the interior of the space. 

Jonathan walks over, sets a beer in front of Nancy, and takes the seat beside her. Steve's just behind him, two brown bottles in each hand. Robin takes one out of his hand, and he sets one in front of you before placing the other two on the table and pulling out the chair beside Robin.

Warm arms circle your shoulders, and you smile as Eddie presses his soft lips against your temple. Turning toward him, your lips meet his for another quick kiss. 

"I didn't know if we'd see you before the show started," you happily capture one of his hands between both of yours.

"I had to come out and make sure my lucky charm is in the audience," he says, kissing the back of your hand while crouching between you and Nancy, "Thanks for coming out, Wheeler."

"We wouldn't have missed it," Nancy says warmly. Eddie's cheeks tint a soft pink, still not used to others showing up for him. 

"Byers, good to see you, man," Eddie says, standing and nodding toward him. Jonathan leans back and gives him a two-fingered salute as he sips his beer.

"What do you say, Buckley? Are you ready for some real music?" Eddie puts his arm around Robin and shakes her a little. 

"I'm ready to get my face torn off," Robin holds her hand up in the rock 'n' roll salute.

"Melted off, not torn off, but I appreciate the effort, doll," he says, holding out his hand to Steve, who responds by doing a half-shake half-slap greeting, "Thanks for being here, dude."

"Sure, man," Steve says, "break a leg or whatever shit you're supposed to say."

"Aww, buddy, I'm touched," Eddie rests a hand over his heart. Steve rolls his eyes and waves him off, "Alright, wish me luck," Eddie says, rubbing his hands together, "I'll try to come out after our set," after a chorus of good lucks, Eddie disappears into the crowd. 

The stage lights begin to circle and change colors, and a round of hoots comes from the crowd as a man with shoulder-length blonde hair wearing a Winger shirt and ripped jeans walks to the mic. 

"Welcome to the Stone Church. I'm Mack The Knife, your host for this year's Metal Showcase Showdown. If you're looking for the David Hasselhoff concert, this ain't it," a burst of laughter comes from the crowd. 

"You know how this works, ten bands battling it out for a weekly spot here at the church, and just to make it interesting, we've got some new prizes this year. There are two open spaces at The Indianapolis Metal Fest this summer. That's right, the winners and the runners-up will be heading to Hoosier City to melt some faces. Third place gets to clean the johns at the end of the night. Alright, thrashers, let's get our first act out here. Let's give a big church welcome to Iron Spawn." 

A round of cheers and applause comes from the audience as Mack The Knife leaves the stage, and the group launches into their first song. The metalheads in front of the stage start moshing, causing those who wish to stay out of the fray to step back, making the crowded space feel even tighter. Leaning forward, you look down the table at Steve to see if he's reacting to the crowd. His head is tipped back with the beer bottle at his lips, chugging down its contents. Nancy mirrors your position looking down the table.

"Hey Steve," she yells over the din, "Are you double fisting?" she tips her head toward the second beer in front of him. He leans around Robin and yells back. 

"I'm not driving. I'm not babysitting, and there's nothing trying to kill us. Seems like a good reason to have a few," Steve raises his bottle to clink with Robin's.

"I'll drink to that," Jonathan says, raising his beer. 

Nancy notices the confused look on your face and leans towards you, "He's kidding," she says, trying to explain Steve's odd toast, but you don't know if you're buying what she is selling. It's useless trying to get any information out of this group, who all seem in on whatever secrets Eddie and Steve are keeping, "When does Eddie go on?" she asks, changing the topic. 

"I'm not sure," you yell into her ear, "Each band plays four songs." 

Nancy nods in understanding, "It's too bad Dustin is too young to get in. He would have loved this," she gestures around at the dimly lit space packed with people swinging their heads in time with the hard rhythm of the song. 

"Next time we'll sneak him in," you say, and Nancy laughs. Although you doubt Nancy will make metal shows a regular thing, you peg her as more of a pop-synth girl. Jonathan seems to like it, you note as he lightly head bangs from his seat. 

"Eww, gross," Robin complains when Steve pulls out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tosses it on the table, "Where did you even get those?" She crosses her arms while yelling at Steve. 

"From the vending machine," Steve shrugs, taking a sip from his second beer, the first bottle sitting empty on the table next to him. He taps the box on the table a few times before unwrapping the cell phone and pulling a matchbook from his pocket. 

"I didn't know you smoked," you yell, partially leaning over Robin. 

"Only when I drink," he replies, putting a cigarette between his lips and striking the match. He takes a drag and rests an elbow on the table, the other moving to the back of his seat, his tight t-shirt stretching across his chest as he leans back, crossing his legs before he purses those pouty lips, letting the smoke slowly trail into the air. Your pulse skips, and you grab your beer, taking a long pull.

"I think I'm having an asthma attack," Robin yells, fanning the air in front of her and pushing the ashtray further down the table. 

"You don't have asthma, Robin," Steve yells back. 

"I might now. Prolonged exposure to secondhand smoke can cause asthma," she puts her hand on her throat and coughs.

"Can I have a drag?" you ask over the music. 

"You smoke?" Robin asks like she found out you eat puppies for breakfast. 

"I do. Just usually not cigarettes," you wink at her.

"I guess that shouldn't be surprising," she says, catching on. 

"It really shouldn't," you say, laughing, after all you're dating Eddie. Steve reaches across Robin offering you his cigarette.

"Oh no," Robin says, jumping to her feet. I'm not sitting in between you if you're smoking, "I can feel my throat closing up. Anaphylaxis. I think I'm allergic," she leans forward with an exaggerated wheeze, "Switch seats with me if you're both going to smoke." Steve's mouth stretches into a cocky smirk. 

"No, that's okay. I don't have to smoke," you say loudly, waving her off. 

"Come on," Steve yells, "She could pass out. We'd have to call an ambulance." Robin's eyes get big, and she starts shaking her head at you.

"Fine," you grumble, sliding your beer down the table as you move into the seat next to Steve and angle your body away from him. 

"You better give her a little more space," Steve says, grabbing the bottom of your chair and pulling it until it's touching the edge of his. Under the table, you cross your legs, but he just spreads out further until his thigh is pressed right against yours. "Is that better, Robin?" Steve yells around you, smoothly moving his arm to drape over the back of your seat. She nods, still clutching her throat and hyperventilating. 

"That was mean," you yell. He takes the opportunity to lean even closer to you, pretending he can't hear. 

"She'll be alright," he says into your ear, tipping his head towards Robin, who is already laughing with Nancy and Jonathan. He extends his hand, offering you the ciggy he holds between two fingers. His eyes are trained on your mouth as you bring it to your lips, inhaling the thick smoke into your lungs. The gentle headrush hits you as you exhale, but you're not sure if it's from nicotine or Steve's fingers trailing down the bare skin of your arm. There's a satisfied look on his face as he takes the cigarette back from you. 

The lights flash, the audience cheers, and claps as the first band finishes their set and starts to unplug their guitars. The chatter from the patrons seems quiet compared to loud music, and it feels like you're hearing everything underwater. The reprieve from the loud volume is short-lived as Mack runs back on stage to announce the next band. The new drummer holds his sticks above his head, tapping them together, setting the beat for their first song, a cover of Dream Warriors. 

Goosebumps break out across your skin as Steve lifts his thumb from the back of your chair to trace patterns up and down your spine. The way it leaves you tingling, you wonder if everywhere he touches will be permanently marked. You're starting to second-guess your choice of shirt. If you asked him to stop, you know he would, but it would let him know how much his simple touches were affecting you. He seems unphased as he watches the band letting the cigarette hang between his lips. Picking up your beer, you hope concentrating on draining the rest will give you a distraction. Steve stubs out his cigarette and takes a sip of his beer, his lips lingering on the head of the bottle. Inhaling deeply, you can't seem to look away. He sets down the empty bottle and turns to you, brushing the hair off your shoulder before leaning so close his lips brush your ear as he speaks. 

"You wouldn't let me tell you earlier, how you look tonight," his fingertips drag over the uneven texture of your fishnet-covered leg. "I think you're the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen," he moves his mouth lower and tongues the sensitive skin right beneath your ear before his lips close over the same spot, gently sucking. Warm waves of arousal fill your pelvis, and you squeeze your legs together as you tilt away from his mouth and steal a nervous glance down at the other end of the table, but no one is watching. If they were, it would look like Steve was in your ear, trying to be heard over the music. Sure he was a little close, but that wasn't unusual for Steve. 

"I dressed like this for my boyfriend," you brush his hand from your leg. 

"You keep telling yourself that, sweet girl, but he's not the only one that knows how you taste," he pulls back, giving you a little space as Jonathan passes by the front of the table. He pauses and yells over the music. "I'm getting another round. Want anything?" he points toward the bar.

"I'll go with you," Steve yells back, and you notice he adjusts himself under the table before standing to go with Jonathan. At least you're not the only one affected. Grateful for a moment alone, you try to calm down. 

"Are you alright?" Robin leans towards you, "You're a little red," her finger points at your face making a circle. 

"It's hot in here," you fan the air in front of you and try changing the subject, "Are you having fun?"

"This is wild," she says smiling, "I like the energy."

More metalheads have entered the pit thrashing along with music. The third band has taken the stage and is playing Metal Health by Quiet Riot by the time Steve and Johnathan make it back from the bar carrying three beers each. Steve sets the bottles on the table, sliding one in front of you and keeping the other two for himself as he settles back in his seat. 

Lifting an eyebrow, you ask, "Trying to get me drunk?" 

He smiles and leans in. "No, I'm trying to get me drunk," he lifts his beer, taking a long pull as if making his point. 

"We're going to the bathroom. You wanna come?" you jump at the sound of Nancy's voice in your ear, so wrapped up with Steve that you hadn't noticed both she and Robin standing right beside you, "I'm okay," the two of them walk off to stand in, what you're sure is a very long line. Turning your head, you watch Jonathan alone at the end of the table, nursing his beer, air drumming from time to time. Eddie might make a metalhead out of him yet. 

Something warm and wet presses against your bare shoulder, you close your eyes, and you know Steve's kissing you. His mouth drifts across your skin, hot and smooth. Your toes curl inside your shoes, and your pussy clenches around nothing. Since your conversation in the hallway, he's had you in a state, heating you up and then letting you cool down, and each time the ache gets more intense, you've had enough. 

"Stop teasing me," you demand, spinning your body towards him, dislodging his lips from your shoulder. 

His mouth twists into a smirk, "I like seeing how much you want me," his hand moves to your leg, "It's only fair. It's easy to see how much I want you." Like magnets, your eyes go straight to his lap, his tight jeans doing little to hide the outline of his girthy hard cock. 

Looking away quickly, you pick up your beer, a light condensation clings to the outside of the bottle, and you hope the cold liquid can cool you down. But it's too late, images of Steve driving into you fill your mind, your breathing fluctuates, and your clit pulses. Those long blunt fingers start to work their way between the gaps in your stockings, rubbing against your overly sensitive skin and leaving you shivering. 

"Fuck, your nipples are so hard, I can see them through your shirt," his eyes are locked on your breasts where your hard nipples strain against your shirt, the outline of your puffy areolas clearly visible. The attention has your breasts feeling heavy and aching to be sucked and fondled.

His face is inches from yours, his breath coming in pants through his parted lips. His eyes don't leave yours as his finger jerk, "Oops," his eyes look black as he tears your stocking, "I'll buy you another pair," his fingers widen the hole as they move in circles on the inside of your leg. 

"Steve," you moan, sounding breathy and as out of control as you feel. Clamping your hand on his wrist, you mean to pull him away but end up holding him against you. 

"Jesus, I know, sweetheart," his mouth brushes down your temple, moving along your jaw, "Are you wet?" His words have your legs parting and your whole body trembling, "Not going to tell me?" feeling too dizzy to speak, you stay quiet and let your head lean against his forehead with his lips at your ear. 

"I guess I'll have to find out," he rasps, his fingers moving to the inside of your thigh, high up at the very edge of your shorts. There's an audible rip as he shreds your stockings, thick fingers working their way into your shorts toward your very wet panties. 

"And next up, all the way from Hawkins, we have Corroded Coffin," The host's voice is like cold water cutting through the haze of your lust. Nancy and Robin appear out of the crowd. Coming towards the table, you shoot out of your seat and away from Steve. Without looking back, you grab onto Robin's arm. "Let's get closer," you yell in her ear, pulling her behind you toward the stage.

Eddie is just starting the first gentle chords of Fight Fire with Fire by Metallica when the two of you make it to the front of the stage, carefully staying off to the side, so you don't get dragged into the pit. The two of you scream as the band blasts into the hard and fast tempo of the rest of the song. Robin falls against you, laughing, getting high on the crowd's energy.

Your breath is still coming in pants, clit throbbing, and watching your boyfriend on stage is doing little to curb your needy state. The whole band looks formidable under the swirling colored lights that change with the beat but Eddie…Eddie looks like a rockstar. His fingers fly over frets, not missing a note, his eyes moving over the crowd connecting with them, drawing them in. Jeff belts out lyrics into the mic, and Eddie jumps into the air at the key change. The extra practice has been worth it, he makes the complicated song look easy, and the crowd is eating it up. 

Sweat coats your skin as people brush against you, but your eyes are on him, thoughts filling your head about finding him backstage and how hard he would fuck you while coming down from his performance high. Steve finds you both and slides his hard cock against your ass-pushing it inside. Fuck, what is wrong with me? 

Eddie moves to the very edge of the stage, his arms making big movements as his guitar whines out the song's last notes. Someone in the crowd screams, "fuck yeah!" as the band is treated to heavy applause. Eddie looks over at you and winks, you never would have guessed he even knew you were there between the bright lights and his intense focus. He steps up to the mic and sings the opening lyrics to Cum On Feel The Noize. His voice flows smoothly through the speakers with just the right amount of rough edge for this song. Jeff joins him for the chorus, the two of them playing back to back. The hot lights show off the light sheen of sweat covering Eddie's bare arms, his muscles flexing as he plays, tattoos peeking out from the rip at the neck of his shirt. There is no doubt he belongs on a stage. 

Yelling out the chorus, you and Robin bounce on your toes. Every movement has your nipples scraping against the fabric of your shirt, sending little shocks through your body. Eddie's eyes are on you, tongue sneaking out to run along his top lip.The ache to be filled is overwhelming as a fresh wave of slick has your panties sticking to your pussy. The song ends. Gareth bangs out a quick beat on the drums transitioning to Hot For Teacher. Eddie jumps in with a brutal riff, followed by the rest of the group. He moves around the stage, jamming out, almost randomly heading back to the mic to belt out a few of the sexual lyrics, clearly having a ball covering this song. 

Without warning, he rushes to the side of the stage where you're standing, leaning forward and singing directly to you. 

"I've got it bad, I've got it bad, I've got it bad"

"I'm hot for teacher"

"Ooh, yeah"

Hollering like fangirls, you and Robin pretend to faint against each other. Eddie's smile widens as he dashes back across the stage for the song's end. It's clear he's having a blast, and it's well-deserved. Jeff waits for the applause to die down before he addresses the audience, "This is the last one from us," a wave of disappointed noise rises out of the crowd. Jeff and Eddie give each other an amused look. 

"We'll miss you too," Eddie blows the crowd an exaggerated kiss, and they react with light laughter. 

"Hopefully, we will be back real soon," Jeff says into the mic," You can come see us at The Hideout in Hawkins every Tuesday night. It's been real fun playing for y'all. Here's one you might know," Jeff steps back. 

The bass and drums set the fast-paced rhythm for Ace of Spades, another guitar-heavy song spotlighting Eddie's skills on lead guitar. More moshers join the pit, the metalheads cheering their approval. 

"They're gonna win this thing," Robin says in awe, looking out into the crowd. 

Grabbing her hand, you move her pointer over her middle, "Fingers crossed."

All the bands tonight have been great, some a little more seasoned than Corroded Coffin, but none of them have matched their energy, and Eddie is untouchable on guitar. Life has dealt Eddie a shitty hand, but he pushes on. Whistles and yells accompany the clapping as the last song closes and the band gathers their instruments. "Please let him have this," you mumble in prayer to whatever gods are listening. 

"They were so good," Robin says, wiping the sweat off her forehead as the two of you work through the crowd. 

"They really were," you agree," thanks for braving the crowd with me."

"Are you kidding? I loved it. Sign me up for the next show," she says as the table comes into view. Steve and Nancy are sitting close, talking, but as if he senses you, his eyes snap to yours, an intense expression taking over his face, stopping you in your tracks.  

Robin grabs your forearm, her eyes bounce from you to Steve and you can feel her hesitancy before she says, "Someone's going to get hurt." 

"It's too late," you say, shaking your head, "we all are." Turning away from her, you push back into the crowd, trying to get lost amongst the mass of bodies. 

A little pocket of space opens up just before the bars, and you settle there, trying to look like you're watching the show. A metalhead and his girlfriend to the right of you, eye you curiously as you stand there panting, your body tense with alarm. 

An audible moan leaves your mouth as a big hand slides around your waist to your stomach, fingers working their way under your shirt. Steve sloppily mouths your neck, his wet tongue licking off your sweat. He pulls you back into his hip, his erection pushing into your ass. With eyes closed, you melt into his strong chest and wrap your hand back against his thigh. 

"We're always getting interrupted," he says into your ear before giving your earlobe a little nip. The smell of beer and cigarettes mix with his usual scent.

"Are you drunk?" you ask as his fingers pop open the button of your shorts.

"Maybe a little but not enough to forget how much I need you." his fingers are slipping into the front of your pants, "Kiss me."  

It's a demand. His other hand grips the back of your neck, and it's all too much, your mouth finds his, and you slide your tongue inside. He groans against your lips, and the hand in your pants slides farther down, cupping you over your stockings and panties, rubbing over the wet material. 

"Someone is going to see," your hips roll in a slow rhythm grinding against him.

"I don't care. I want inside you. Now," his other hand drops to your breast, kneading it over your shirt, "Come with me. We'll find someplace to be alone."

Yes sits on your tongue, waiting to push past your lips. He's rubbing you faster, and you're not going to last much longer, the coil already tightening in your belly. Your eyes flutter open, and through the haze, they land on the side door next to the stage. The one that Eddie has just walked through. He's moving in the direction of your table.

Steve calls your name, but you're already walking away. Bodies brush against you as you push through the crowd, heading straight towards Eddie, your vision tunneled solely on him. A soft smile tugs at his lips when your eyes connect, and he starts moving to meet you. His damp curls stick to his forehead, and his arms and neck still shine with sweat.

"What did-" you cut him off, grabbing his jaw and attacking his mouth. His arm goes around your waist, pulling you closer as he opens for you, and you waste no time licking inside. The kiss is sloppy, all tongue, mouths open wide. It isn't enough, you end the kiss biting his lower lip and grabbing his wrist.

"Baby," you ignore his endearment as you pull him behind you towards the side entrance hall, "Baby, where are we going?" He asks, chuckling, not put off by you taking control. Long lines snake down the hall, and people wait impatiently for one of the four bathrooms. A door opens as someone exits. Curses and moaning follow as you cut the line pulling Eddie inside behind before you turn and lock the door. The fluorescent light flickers overhead, the sink drips, and the trashcan is overflowing with paper towels, and God knows what else, but you don't see any of it as you push Eddie up against the wall, rubbing your body against him and sucking on his tongue. His hand moves to your ass, trying to bring you closer as you grind all over him, your hands clawing at his wettish shirt. Your mouth moves to his neck, licking and sucking his salty skin as your hands unbuckle his belt. 

"Jesus, baby, what are you doing?" he asks as you pull his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock. Dropping to your knees on the filthy bathroom floor, you hold his eyes as you lick the silky head of his hardening cock.

"Okay…fuck," he pants as your other hand rolls his balls. Licking up and down his veiny shaft, you drool out as much spit as possible, soaking his cock before your hand wraps around the base. Sucking the red leaking head into your mouth, you hollow your cheeks while the tip of your tongue pushes into the slit tasting the precum. 

"Goddam Baby, that's it," his hands move to the back of your head as you start shallow, bobbing your mouth while your hand works the velvety skin of his hard shaft with smooth regular strokes. His blown-out eyes are almost black as he looks down at you, moaning with your mouth full of his cock. Your cunt is wildly clenching, the ache turning painful. With your free hand, you rip down one side of your halter freeing your breast so you can tug on your hard nipple. 

"Can you take me deeper?" His hands gently press on the back of your head, guiding you down until you're gagging when his cock hits the back of your throat. He lets go expecting you to back off, but your hands run up his denim-covered thigh until you're gripping his ass, holding him in place as you swallow him down until your nose is pressed into the coarse hair at his base. A string of curses leaves his mouth as he turns into a moaning mess above you. You release him when you're struggling for air, spit running down your chin and eyes watering.

The pumping bass reverberates through the black-painted walls of the tiny bathroom, and the antiseptic smell of the cheap pink soap dripping from the dispenser fills your nose as you breathe deep, catching your breath while continuing to stroke his wet length up and down with your hand. 

"Oh my god," he pants, gently stroking your hair, softly tucking it behind your ears. 

A frustrated cry spills from your lips as you try working your other hand under the tight waistband of your stockings and panties, the material sticking to your sweaty skin.

"Touch yourself," Eddie encourages, his hooded eyes drinking you in.

"I'm so wet. I need to come," you whine, tears rolling down your cheeks, your fingertips finally reaching your engorged clit, your hips rolling and grinding against your hand. 

"I want you to come while I'm in your mouth," his request has you moaning as you return to him, working him deeper and faster between your lips.

The emptiness inside you nudges away the pleasure. Like a cheap knockoff, your fingers feel inadequate after Steve's touch. The fierce craving to be stretched and filled consumes your thoughts. Eddie would have fucked you. Held your hands against the wall while his hips pistoned, driving into you or watching your face in the mirror as he took you from behind. But you hadn't asked. The whole truth hitting you at the same time as your orgasm, it wasn't Eddie you wanted inside you. That's why you are on your knees in a dirty bathroom, working toward repentance, letting him use your mouth while you ache for someone else. The guilt fizzles out your climax leaving you wet and uncomfortable. 

He moans above you, lost in his own haze, "I'm so close..so close," he swells in your mouth, the taste of him changing as he leaks in a steady drip.

Letting him slide past your lips, you give his tip one more kiss while you free your other breast, lifting yourself higher, "Come for me. Come on my tits," you plead, rubbing his dribbling head against your nipple. 

"Oh fuck I'm coming," he groans, voice rough and rasping. He nearly falls forward with the force of his release, batting away your hand so he can paint your chest with the hot sticky ropes of his cum.

When his last spurt is dripping down your breasts, he grabs you under your arms, lifting you to your feet, pushing you into the opposite wall. One hand grips your chin, opening your mouth for his plundering tongue, kissing you in a frenzy. While his other hand kneads your breasts, catching your nipple between his fingers while he rubs his cum into your skin. His kiss turns lazy as his cock softens against your belly. 

"I love you," he presses small kisses to your lips, "did you cum?"

"Mmmmhmmm," you mumble, nodding your head, kissing him back, and enjoying his hands on your skin. 

"What got into you?" he asks, peppering kisses over your face. 

"I wanted you to have the full rockstar experience," you lightly brush your hand against his cock, and he shivers.

"I don't even care if we win anymore. That was the best head I've ever had," he says, sucking down your neck. Shame washes over you. 

Clamping down in his hair, you pull his head back until he's looking into your eyes, "You were fucking amazing. I've never heard you sound so good. I'm so proud of you."

He smiles and kisses you. Someone starts banging on the door. The two of you go about cleaning up and redressing. You're met with more curses and boos as you leave the bathroom and walk down the hall. Eddie has to return backstage until the end of the showcase when they announce the winner. Before he walks away, you grab his hand, "I really love you," you say, suddenly overcome with emotion. Whatever has happened hasn't changed that. He pulls you into his arms, his hands tangling in your hair.

"I love you too," he says into your ear. He holds you a minute before waking away, and you stand there watching until he's through the door. Deciding you need a drink, you wait in line at the bar, not in a hurry to return to the table. When it's your turn, you order and wait patiently at the busy bar for the bartender to serve you. He pushes a bottle your way, and you pull a couple of folded bills from your pocket and leave them behind. Stepping away from the line, you pause to sip your drink, but the bottle slips through your fingers and smashes on the stone floor. The sound is barely loud enough to be heard over the loud metal music, but a bartender with a weary face slips out from behind the bar with a towel and broom.

"Are you alright?" He asks, wondering why you are standing there frozen in a puddle of beer and broken glass. Stepping back, you run your shaking hands through your hair and mumble your apology, still unable to take your eyes off Steve. He's at the end of the bar standing close to a stool taken by his new blonde friend from earlier. His tongue is in her mouth, and his hand is up her skirt. She's enjoying it, holding his head in place while she tries to swallow his entire face. 

Turning away, you wrap your hands around your middle, feeling sick and gut-punched. He's not yours, and you know that. If the pain you're experiencing can be used to measure the depth of your feelings, you've fallen further than you thought possible. Feeling foolish and angry, all you want is to leave, but you can't. You're not going to ruin this for Eddie. Swallowing your anguish, you walk back to the table and plaster on a smile as you sit next to Robin. 

"What happened?" Robin asks, pointing to your legs. Besides the holes Steve ripped, your stockings have sizable holes in each knee, and your skin is scraped and scunned. 

"I tripped," the lies are stacking up. Her expression doesn't hide her disbelief. 

"Have you seen Steve?" she asks, studying your face.

Shaking your head from side to side, you quickly turn away from her, swiping some wetness in the corner of your eye. He's not getting your tears. 

"They should be announcing a winner soon. I think this is the last band," you try changing the subject.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks in a lowered voice. 

"No…but thanks, Robin," your smile is sincere. The two of you sit and watch the last band finish up. During the break, Nancy and Jonathan pull you into a conversation about some things happening at school, reminding you that graduation is right around the corner. Eddie's taking you to pick out a car next week. Maybe you can get a second job, and when Eddie finds something, you can bring up moving into your own place again.

The stage lights start circling and changing from purple to red to yellow and back again. The members of the ten bands crowd onto the stage followed by Mack who steps up to the mic, "Alright, Alright, another Showdown has come to an end and this was one for the books. If metal is God's apology for pop music, then we worshiped hard tonight, my friends." 

The crowd cheers, and Mack waits for the noise to die before continuing, "And now for the winners. Let me tell you, the judges had a hard decision to make. It was close. Closer than your balls in leather pants, and many of you know how close that is," Mack points at a few people in the audience, "Second place who will be joining us at this summer's Metal Fest.."

Eddie's standing with his hands behind his back, nervously looking down at his feet. Everyone at your table is holding their breath.

"Is our new friends, Corroded Coffin," Mack says, pointing to the group. The boys' mouths fall open, and you jump to your feet, yelling and clapping. Jonathan whistles loudly. Nancy and Robin join you, cheering for Eddie and the rest of the band.

"These guys are definitely the ones to watch at next year's Showdown. Congratulations, guys," Mack joins the rest of the audience clapping. Jeff slings his arm around Eddie's neck as he stands there dumbfounded. The rest group is fist-pumping and high-fiving. 

"Now for this year's Stone Church Showdown winners, one of our long-time favorites, Severed Monkey Heads," Mack points out the other band, and the applause continues, "Thanks for coming out tonight, thrashers. We hope to see you all back at the Church real soon. Now you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."

After another few minutes of applause, the stage empties, and people start to shuffle out of the building. Nancy and Robin are beginning to get concerned with Steve's disappearance, and you're trying your best to act like you don't notice. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie walking toward the table, a big smile plastered on his face. 

With a smile, you run over to meet him, and he sweeps you up in his arms. 

"Babe, you are so metal you're going to rust in the shower," you say, peppering his face with kisses. 

"You've been saving that one up, haven't you?" he laughs, "but I am pretty metal."

"So metal," you agree. Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin start clapping and congratulating Eddie as he takes your seat and pulls you onto his lap. 

"You're too kind," Eddie says, soaking up their praise. 

"Not that second place isn't a perfectly respectable position, but in my humble opinion, you definitely melted the most faces," Robin says, "You should have come in first."

"Well, thanks, Buckley, I'm going to put you in charge of our fan club," Eddie laughs, "but the good news is Jeff is backstage right now talking to Mack about booking us a few gigs here."

"That's great, Eddie," Nancy says genuinely, "Don't forget to call Dustin when you get home. You know he's waiting by the phone to hear, and I don't want Mike telling him before you get a chance."

"Will do," Eddie says, giving her a salute, "Baby, your knees," Eddies says, noticing your scraped skin and wincing, "I guess we got a little carried away." 

Robin bites her lip, trying to hide her smile as she shakes her head.

"Are you guys taking off?" Eddie asks, looking around the empty club. 

"We're just waiting for Steve," Nancy tells him.

"Oh shit, I was supposed to tell you," Eddie says, smacking his forehead, "I saw him when I came out. He left with some girl and told me to tell you he got a ride."

"What girl?" Nancy asks.

"Did he give you a phone number? She could be a serial killer," Robin panics.

"Calm down, mother hens," Eddie says, making a downward motion with his hands. Jonathan snorts, and Nancy smacks his arm.

"He's getting laid. He's a big boy. He can handle it." Eddie assures them as you try to act indifferent.

"Eww," Robin blanches. At the same time Nancy says, "Really, Eddie?"

"Just get my girl home, okay, Wheeler? If he doesn't show up by tomorrow, we can send out a search party," Eddie turns to you, "I've got to get all this shit back to Gareth's. I'll be home as soon as I can."

"Okay," you say, kissing him and standing up so he can go get packed up. 

"Tripped my ass," Robin says, elbowing you on your way out of the bar.

The house sits dark and imposing, the tall tree's swaying in the light breeze. You wished you had somewhere else to go for the first time since moving in. The key sticks in the lock, being recently cut, not having the wear of an older key, you have to jiggle it a little to get it out. You go straight to your room without bothering with any lights and strip off your clothes. The stockings go into the trash, and you let the shower run, filling the room with steam while you look at your reflection in the mirror. Once you're in the shower, you allow yourself a little cry. Just once, where it won't hurt anyone, your tears disappear into the water flowing over your face. Does it even really count? The peach-scented soap scrubs away your makeup and your sweat and both their touches. Stepping back into your bedroom, you pull a tee over your head, and it's not until you're crawling into bed that you realize it's Steve's. Your hands clutch the hem, wanting it off your skin, but in the end, you leave it and burrow deeper under the covers. 

When you hear the first bump, you're not sure if you have actually been asleep or just hovering in the space between. Heavy, uneven footsteps stomp up the stairs, an occasional thud as something hits the wall. The first giggle leaves you nauseous, an acid burning in your gut. A deep exhale leaves your lungs as you hear his door shut, and you shut your eyes, trying to head back into oblivion. The moans started low at first but quickly ramped up to almost screaming. Obscenities of all kinds yelled in a high-pitched voice accompanied by a rhythmic banging of something hitting the wall. But the first "please, daddy" has you burying your head under the pillows. It seems like it had been going on for hours when you feel Eddie sliding in beside you.

"Are you still awake, baby," he asks, rubbing your back.

"What do you think?" you ask grumpily as the sex olympics continue across the hall.

He chuckles, "Harrington picked a real screamer."

"It's not funny, Eddie. I'm tired. I have to work tomorrow," you roll over to face him.

"Not until tomorrow night. You can sleep late tomorrow morning. You don't have to get up with me," he's trying to be helpful, but rationality has gone out the window with the mood you're in. With a quick succession of bangs and an exaggerated, long shriek, the house goes quiet.

"There you go, baby. All done. Let's go to sleep," he wraps an arm around you, and you rest your head on his chest. Your heart rate is just returning to normal when the whole thing begins again.

"That's it," you say, sitting up, "You need to go say something."

"I'm not going to do that," he says, clearly annoyed by your request, "If he wants to bang her all night, it's his own business. Besides, we're not exactly quiet."

"Are you saying I sound anything close to that?" You point towards the door as the sound of a cat being strangled echoes through the house.

"Not you. I'm talking about me," he tries to joke, tugging you down next to him, "You know we could always make a little noise of our own," his fingers are sliding under your shirt.

"I think I had too much to drink. I'm really tired. Let's just go to sleep," you say, rolling away from him.

He sighs and rolls away from you.

There is nothing but the sound of Eddie's deep breaths filling the room, but you're still awake. Frustrated, you stare up at the dark ceiling, wondering when things got so complicated. The floor feels cold after the warmth of your bed as you leave the room, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to trigger another round of…whatever they were doing to each other in that room. 

Only turning on the small light above the sink, you fill the kettle and pull a box of tea from the cabinet. Once the water is ready, you fill a mug and sit at the table, dunking the tea bag listlessly while you watch the soft waves moving on the pool's surface lit up by the underwater lights. The water is soothing. Its motion lets you shut off your brain and just be still. 

You're taking your first sip when Steve comes padding into the kitchen, hair a mess in just his boxers. He heads straight to the refrigerator. The light from inside makes the circles under his eyes look deeper. He pulls out a can of beer and chugs it while leaning against the kitchen island.

"Finished performing your exorcism?" you ask from your seat at the table.

"Sorry. Am I keeping you up?" he doesn't seem surprised to see you. He didn't even jump. He knew you were there. 

"She's pretty… um…vocal," he says with a little smirk setting his can down on the counter.

"No, I enjoyed it. It sounded like a bad porno," you sip your tea calmly.

"Trust me, that would have been quality porn," he throws out flippantly as he rubs his chest.

Getting up from your seat, you dump your tea in the sink, "I can't believe you brought her here. Did you want to rub it in my face?" you ask, placing your mug on the counter and turning to face him.

"This is my goddamn house," he puts his hands on his hips, "You can't be mad at me for that. You left me there… ready and needing you." 

"You sure didn't have any trouble finding someone to give you what you wanted," you turn to leave, but he grabs your wrist.

"At least I know who I fucked. Who were you thinking about?" he boxes you in against the island, "Who made you cum? Him or me?"

There's a sting as tears fill your eyes, "What do you want from me, Steve?"

"Everything. I want all of you," in this light, his eyes look more brown than green as they bore into you.

"Go back upstairs. She's waiting for you," you keep your voice even trying to sound sure. 

"I don't want her," his hands move gently over your jaw, "Don't you know that? Don't you know you're all I can think about," he uses his thumb to brush away the tear that was running down your cheek.

"Kiss me."

"No," you pull his hands off your face and shake your head.

"Kiss me like you did the last time we were here. Like I'm the only one," he moves closer, putting his hands on your hip.

You turn your head away from him, repulsed, "No, I can't. God, I can smell her all over you."

His mouth opens in shock, his hands drop, and he steps away from you. He's pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning against the counter as you rush out of the room.

To say your shift was miserable would be an understatement. Your sleepless night has left you grouchy and clumsy. The latter you discovered when you bumped into another server who was carrying a tray full of dirty dishes that went crashing to the floor. Fortunately only one broke. The night was busy enough to keep Leigh out of your hair, the one bright spot of the evening. Two tables left without tipping which you’re certain had nothing to do with your sunny disposition. 

Steve is standing on the curb leaning against the BMW when you walk out the front door of Enzo’s at the end of the night. Crossing your arms, you huff and start to walk down the sidewalk.

“Hi, Steve,” you shake your head when you hear Leigh's voice behind you.

“Hi, Leigh,” Steve calls over his shoulder as he catches up to you and stops you with a hand on your arm.

“Where’s Eddie?” you ask, shaking him off. 

“Wayne needed him for something. I told him I’d come and get you,” he looks more like himself today, showered and shaved. And fully sober.

“I’d rather walk.”

“Yeah, well, we both know that’s not happening so can we please just get in the car,” he stands there, arms crossed, voice full of reason. 

Rolling your eyes, you change direction and walk back towards the car, hating that he's right. 

He doesn't say anything else as he pulls onto the road. After he misses a turn you realize he's not taking you home. 

"Where are we going?" you ask as you stare out the window at the houses blurring past.

"Somewhere we can talk," he says, heading toward the edge of town. Turning, you look behind you at the way you came, surprised when he turns off the pavement following a set of tire tracks up a grassy hill. It flattens out when you reach the top, there's an antenna that looks homemade, the headlights bounce off a few pieces on the arms wrapped in tinfoil. When Steve cuts the engine, the lights from downtown seem brighter. Hawkins looks serene spread out below you like a picture from a book.  

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, keeping his eyes on the view.

"For which part?" you ask incredulously. There have been too many transgressions.

"I'm sorry you weren't the one in my bed last night," he's looking at you now, gauging your response.

Covering your face with your hands, you slide them up, raking them through your hair before you get out of the car and slam the door. 

A weariness hangs off your shoulders, one that you are too young to be carrying, one that comes later when you've been beaten down by life. It clings to this whole town. Disaster after disaster breaking down its residents, leaving them to clean up the broken pieces. Leaning against the car, you wonder if you'll ever make it out. 

The car door opens and closes. And Steve is standing in front of you. 

"We're just hurting each other," you say, trying to get him to understand. 

"What's hurting us is being apart," he's so sure. How he can be that way when you feel nothing but confused.

"Remember what I told you about when you first showed up with…Eddie. Fuck, I can't even say his name anymore," he scrubs his face with hands.

"Maybe that should tell you something, Steve," you say, trying to catch his eyes as he looks all around the hilltop, "This is wrong to do to him."

"I know, okay. It's eating me up. After what we went through," his hands move to his hips, "I tried. I really tried to stay away from you. When you moved in I was so fucked up. I was so alone. I watched you with him. At first I thought I just wanted someone to look at me the way you look at him but I was wrong. I wanted you. And just having you around was enough but then he…offered you. I couldn't say no," he moves closer, his hand slides down your arm until he can wrap his fingers around yours, "I wanted to kiss you just once and you said yes. After, I noticed it. You were looking at me…the way I wanted you to. I hadn’t seen it before."

"No, Steve-"

"Why did you say yes?" he's asked you this question before, you didn't want to answer, didn't want to think about it but you knew. When you stay silent he steps closer, his body brushing against you, he asks you again, "Why did you say yes?"

His eyes are so hopeful, his heart wide open and you can't hide when he's looking at you like this, so you try and look away. His hand moves to your neck holding you in place. Your head is swimming, and you can't think straight with him this close.

 "Tell me," his hand tightens on your neck, not allowing you to run from his eyes. 

"Because I wanted you," you cry out.

"And now?" his eyes are pleading.

"I still do."

The words spill from your lips, a defeated cry, too weak to fight any longer. His thumb traces your bottom lip just before he seals his mouth over yours, claiming you, and there's no going back. The sounds of his longing escape into the night as his tongue delves inside, hot and slick. He's an arsonist, setting you a blaze, your whole body fully consumed in the white-hot flame, nothing existing beyond this kiss.

Strong hands dig into your thighs as you're lifted onto the car's hood. The cool metal chills your exposed skin when your skirt rides higher as you spread your legs, the hard length trapped in his jeans pressing against your wet panties. The kiss breaks as your shirt is peeled over your head. He licks his way down your neck while his hands rip down the cups of your bra, exposing your soft full breasts into the cool night air, leaving your nipples incredibly hard and aching. His wet, open mouth kisses a painfully slow path until he finally fastens onto your riotously sensitive nipple. He moves from one to the other and back again. The combination of his light stubble and grazing teeth has you singing a chorus of desperate moans. 

"Steve," your soft plea brings his mouth back to you while his hands take turns teasing your breasts, sending sparks to your core.

Your greedy fingers work their way under his shirt, needy for the feel of him. Knowing what you want, he pauses to remove his shirt, a silent pledge that he will never deny you his body. All the beautiful freckled skin covering his lithe muscles is finally accessible to your covetous hands and mouth. There's not an inch you don't want to taste and touch. 

A gruff hum sounds from his throat as your lips close over his collarbone while your nails scratch through the trail of light hair on his belly. His patience is slipping, he cups your jaw bringing your mouth back to him to indulge in one more sweet kiss before he gently encourages you back onto your elbows. His hands stroke up your legs, the stiff corduroy of your skirt is roughly pushed around your waist, and your panties are gone a moment later. Your teeth bite into the flesh of your lip as you watch him free his hard thick cock from his jeans.

"Tell me to stop," his voice shakes while he glides his fat tip up and down the folds of your drenched core. 

"I can't," you gasp as he bumps your clit.

"Please, tell me to stop," he pleads. The two of you stand at the edge of betrayal, your feet struggling for purchase on the rocky cliff. His loyalty for Eddie a fraying teether just about to snap.

"I need you," wrapping your leg over his hip, you nudge him closer, "I want this," you’re too far gone to think of the consequences. 

He surges inside, every inch of him stretching you to complete fullness. Euphoria spins dizzyingly, taking hold as he begins to stroke into you. 

"You feel so fucking good," he breaths, his cock draging along your insides, "I knew.." His hand presses into your stomach while his thumb circles your clit. "I knew once with you was never going to be enough." You knew it too. All along from the very first kiss.

Lowering your head, you lie flat on the car's hood. The rigid steel is unyielding against your back, his wet saliva cools on your breasts, you look up and see stars. The black night sky teams with the glimmering light, and he sees them too, reflected in your eyes. 

"You feel so…" he captures your hand and places it just above your pelvis, covering it with his, pressing down so you can feel him moving under your skin, "you feel like…." he stutters as his tip kisses your cervix, "Mine." 

His deep voice is so full of emotion as his rhythm picks up, and he drives into you harder, "Tell me you're mine," he begs.

"I can't," you can't give him this, he's already taken too much. Above you more stars appear like an enchantment as your eyes dilate and adjust. 

"Please," a piece of his heart has broken off and lodged in his plea, another one he'll never get back.

"I love you," his confession cracks you open, your heart bursting in exultation and agonizingly breaking, "I do. I love you."

"Tell me," His hips snap punishingly, "Say you're mine." His body owns you while his heart begs for you. Tears blur your vision, and the light from the stars fuse together and streak across the sky. You begin to climb toward the edge, almost frightened at how high he's taking you. 

He tugs you up, hugging you closer, his heart drumming wildly against yours, and you wrap your arms and legs around him, trying to protect you both, his cock still thrusting inside-pleasure mixing with the heartache. 

"I love you...I love you…I love you," he chants against your mouth. The words long held back, his only defense against you destroyed, and now they tumble out eternal and unrestrained. 

"Please, I love you," tears run down his cheeks, mingling with yours. Flowing past your lips until their salty taste mixes in his kiss. 

"I love you too," you quaver, the words rushing out, finally admitting the truth as your climax hits and you fall, waves of ecstasy cresting endlessly, body trembling around him, the verity that you love them both shattering you into thousands of sharp pieces that slice you from the inside. 

Your forehead rests against his, fingers smoothing along his jaw, your body still shaking and milking him, you say it again, "I love you, Steve," wanting him to know he's not alone, wanting your words to soften his fall. His muscles tense as he clings to you, a sharp inhale of breath through his parted lips that keep brushing over yours, exhaling a groan as he comes with his cock buried impossibly deep, warmth filling you as he pulses. 

"But I'm not yours."

“I know it’s not supposed to be like this,” you say, sitting in his car parked in front of the house, “I love you, but I love him too.”

“So what do we do now?” he asks, looking up at the light coming from your room. 

“I don’t know,” you know you're hurting him but you're being honest, “Can you give me some time?”

He nods his head but doesn’t look at you. “Are you coming in?” you ask with your hand on the door handle.

“No, I’m going to drive around for a bit,” he tries, giving you a little smile. 

“Okay,” the door creaks as you open it and climb out. 

He leans toward the open door, “I never would have shared you.”

“Isn’t that what you're doing now?” you close the door without waiting for an answer and watch as he backs down the driveway.

Part 7 The End is live.

AN: Thanks for your patience. I know it's been a while between chapters. This one had me in a state. I felt like it ripped out my insides and put them on a platter. Let me take a moment to thank the folks who poked and prodded and seasoned them up for your consumption. @loveshotzz @myobmaya @superblysubpar @boomhauer

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pairing *:·ﾟeddie munson x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ 5.1k warnings *:·ﾟ18+! minors please do not interact!! smoking, slight shotgunning, slight dubcon (i think? both characters are under the influence/implied consent for both), masturbation, fingering, all the finger sucking, slight choking, spitting, petnames (baby, babe, princess - gag, ik, but it's cute alright), protected p in v, biting, probably poorly written smut, etc. :) an *:·ﾟthis is literally five thousand words of me trying to write filthy smut. did i execute it? i honestly have no idea. i was writing a part two to my steve fic when i had this idea and before i knew it i had over 3k written for it, so i decided i'd finish and post this first. listened to a lot of kings of leon while writing this, hence the title, and i totally did not imagine it was eddie singing the whole time :) anyways, mostly unedited, so please let me know if anything major stands out! i kept trying to add a break in the text so it just wasn’t one long ass piece of work but tumblr kept messing w the format so... yeah. any and all feedback is massively appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

synopsis *:·ﾟeddie munson proposes you two play a 'no touching' game after smoking a joint and well, things go exactly as one would imagine

you only agreed to eddie's little challenge because, at the time, you wholeheartedly believed you would win.

he had brought it up while you were already a few hits deep, sitting on his lap in his bed. he had one of his arms lazily wrapped around your waist, the other holding the joint the two of you were sharing. he'd take a long hit, letting his head fall back as he inhaled it, and then he'd lean forward, pressing his lips up against yours and exhaling the smoke into your mouth. and you'd sit for a moment, simply just existing in each other's space, and then he'd bring the joint up to your mouth, and you'd repeat the process.

you were pretty content just like that, and then eddie had to go and open his big mouth. "i have an idea," he said, eyes shut as he rested his head against the wall. you were (very) slowly braiding a strand of his hair, all your focus on your fingers, and your eyes dragged to his face when he spoke, his words filling the silence that had surrounded the two of you. usually, eddie turned on some music while the two of you smoked, but early he said he just wanted to take everything in - every little sound, every little detail.

"what is it, munson?" you asked, letting your fingers drop in your lap as you shifted to look at him. joint long gone, he brought both of his hands up to your hips, fingers digging into your skin lightly.

"let's play a game. a no-touching game." blinking his eyes open, he tilted his head to meet your gaze. he saw your eyebrow quirk up, and he chuckled, bringing a hand up to tap the tip of your nose. "we see how long we can go without touching the other person." he explained, his eyes rimmed ever so slightly red, pupils dilated.

"and what does the winner get?" you asked, contemplating the idea over in your head. eddie's love language was quite literally physical touch, something you had figured out early on in your relationship, so you thought it was a little ballsy for him to even be proposing the idea. you gave him thirty minutes tops before he'd brush some of your hair out of your face or snap the strap of your tank top against your skin. this would be so easy.

"winner gets to do whatever their heart desires with the loser, babes. that seem fair to you?" his hands slid from your waist to your thighs, running his palms up and down your skin. you almost went cross-eyed for a second, the mere feeling of his skin on yours sending sparks throughout your body, but you found yourself nodding in response. "good," he quipped, leaning in to kiss you gently before he used his hands to push you off his lap.

you fell back on his bed, giggling, and that was how it started.

eddie had surprisingly lasted thirty minutes without even a hint of touching you, which made you curious as to what he had planned. he picked up his well-loved copy of the lord of the rings, the one he was annotating for you, and you moved to the floor in front of his cassette deck, riffling through his tapes. typically, you were more into the mainstream music, always bopping along to david bowie or fleetwood mac, but ever since you met eddie he's slowly been turning you into a metal fan.

you picked one of his iron maiden tapes, popping it into the deck and turning the volume up just a bit. you earned an appreciative hum from eddie on the bed, but he otherwise ignored you. you were starting to feel the effects of the joint, your mind going slightly hazy and a little sleepy. the music filled in the silence, and you stood from the floor, swaying your hips to the beat while you roamed through eddie's room, looking at his posters and decorations.

when you turned to face eddie, his gaze had traveled from his book to your body, and you couldn't help but smirk as your face flushed. you put on a little show, running your hands down your front slowly while you danced; eddie's eyes following your movements without fault. this is it, you thought, this is when he breaks. you watched as he adjusted himself, fixing his position on the bed, and he raised his brown eyes to yours, giving you a wink before he turned his attention back to his book.

pouting, you sighed dramatically before heading over to your bag, riffling through it before you found your own novel that you had brought. hopping up on the bed next to eddie, mere inches away, you laid down so that your legs were perpendicular to the wall that eddie was leaning against, you head down by his legs. you were starting to feel lighter, a little more absentminded, the true effects of the joint finally hitting you almost full forced. your eyes kept wandering around the pages of your book, absolutely not picking up a single word.

the two of you managed to stay in your positions for about half an hour, until something hit you that made you realize whyeddie proposed his little game.

you never really smoked too often, didn't really like the feeling of being out of your mind, so to speak. the few times you did smoke, though, were always with eddie because you felt comfortable around him. and eddie, the attentive and secretly gentle man that he is, always kept his eyes on you, taking note of how you responded to each hit. eddie knew you better than anyone else, and so he knew that after a certain amount of hits, after you settled, that you would become needy.

and god, were you feeling needy right now.

you don't know what brought it on, exactly. it might've been watching eddie as he slouched into the bed, a pen cap in his mouth as he wrote out some notes in the margins of his book. or the way his fingers bent the spine back, his rings shining as they hit the light. the way that his shirt lifted up his chest when he stretched, reveling the slightest glimpse at his happy trail. the way his tongue worked to flip the cap around in his mouth, his slight oral fixation taking over as he chewed on the lid.

you don't know what brought it on, but you wanted his fingers in your mouth, wanted to feel his rings against your lip as he pressed the pads of his fingers into your tongue. wanted to feel his hips pressed against yours, his hair falling around your face as he leaned up on top of you, grinning. wanted to feel his teeth against your neck, wanted to feel him. and you knew that he knew it, too.

his lips curved into a smirk as he glanced at you next to him, your thighs slightly rubbing together while your bottom lip gets tucked into your teeth. "you alright there, babe?" he asked, sitting up a bit more on the bed as he tossed his book to the floor. his view right now was much better than anything some fantasy world could offer. your pajama shorts had ridden up your thighs from the way you were laying, and he could just barely catch sight of the pink panties that sat underneath them.

"eddie, i know we can't touch each other but..." you paused, feeling your face flush from slight embarrassment from the question on the tip of your tongue. you were feeling desperate, needed something other than the feeling of your thighs moving against the other. "but, we can... touch ourselves, yeah?" the ending was barely above a whisper.

you had shut your eyes, moved your hands to rest against your abdomen, fingers slightly dipped into the waistband of your shorts, and so you couldn't see eddie's reaction. eddie, who had leaned forward slightly, big, brown eyes trained on your body. he licked his lips, heart racing, before responding. "sure, princess. we can touch ourselves."

at his approval, one of your hands immediately moved under your shorts, under your panties, almost as if they had a mind of their own. a sigh slipped from your parted lips when the tips of your fingers met your wet skin. your legs dropped from the wall, feet landing on the pillow as your knees spread apart, your left one almost bumping into eddie's shoulder. he dodged it, even though he would've won the game had he let it touch him. he didn't want this moment to end.

as you slowly circled your clit with your wet fingers, your other hand fell to the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly.  eddie placed his hand near yours, pinkies almost touching as he watched you with heavy eyes. your sighs had turned into whimpers, the feeling of your fingers making you feel some type of pleasure, but it wasn't really what you needed. you needed eddie. tilting your head to the side, you opened your eyes with herculean effort, opening your mouth to say something, anything, but the only noise that came out was another whimper.

your hips bucked slightly against your own fingers, your desperation having you on the verge of tears. you were struggling to form any type of coherent thought, but you managed to decide then that you needed eddie more than you needed to win. "eddie," you mewled, inching your fingers closer and closer to his on the bed. he watched intently as the tips of your fingers stopped just shy of brushing against his. he waited a moment, chest heaving as his breath quickened, before your hand moved up to hold on to his wrist as you pushed two of your fingers inside yourself.

"oh, thank fucking god," he muttered, reaching over with his right hand to intwine your fingers together, pinning your hand to the bed as he leans over you. his left hand snaked up your front, fingers dragging up the hem of your t-shirt as they travelled up your chest. he lightly ran them across your neck before he placed his middle and ring finger against your lips. "open up, baby. make my fingers all nice and wet for your needy pussy."

you obliged, eyes wide and staring into his as you parted your lips, sliding your tongue against his fingers as he pushed them inside your mouth. you both let out a moan, eddie's own mouth parting slightly as he worked his fingers in and out of your mouth. your own fingers stopped their movements, your sole focus on following eddie's orders as you twirled your tongue around his fingers, his rings feeling heavy against your bottom lip. his lips quirk up in a smirk as he sees your hazy gaze, and he gently squeezes your hand with his before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

he gently removes his fingers from your mouth, and you can see them shine in the light, wet from your spit, the sight itself causing you to clench around your own fingers. he carefully maneuvers his hand beneath your shorts, running his pinky finger along the hem of your panties before he dips his fingers beneath that, too. you remove your fingers, making room for eddie's hand, and he hums appreciatively.

his big, brown eyes follow your hand as you pull it out, your own two fingers wet with your slick, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head. "let me have a taste, baby," his voice is barely above a whisper, but there is desperation laced in it that makes you shiver. you slowly lift your fingers to his mouth, running them against his lips before he opens them, tongue gliding out to lick the seam between. he makes a noise in the back of his throat, lowering his mouth on your fingers completely as he pushes his fingers inside you.

"oh. oh- fuck..." the combined sensation of his mouth on your fingers and his inside of you makes your back arch off the bed slightly, toes curling against the pillow as pure pleasure courses through your body. mimicking eddie's moves earlier, you slowly guide your digits in and out of his mouth, your eyes following the movement while your hips squirm against eddie's hand. he nips at your fingers when you pull them out, a thin line of saliva still connecting his lips to your fingers, and without thinking, you bring them to your mouth to clean them off.

eddie flashes you a wicked grin, releasing your hand and moving his to hold the side of your face while his fingers start a slow, teasing pace inside of you. "fuck is right, princess. you taste so fucking good." he tilts his face closer to yours, his wavy brown hair tickling your cheek as it falls past you. his hand slides from your cheek to your throat, caressing it lightly before he leans into it, amounting the slightest bit of pressure. it makes you gasp; makes you tilt your head back ever so slightly to lean into his grasp.

"jesus christ, this pussy is needy," he teases, scissoring his fingers inside you in a way that makes your mouth drop open. even with the music playing faintly in the background, you could hear his fingers moving, hear how wet you were becoming by his actions. "it's always needy, isn't it baby? needy for my tongue, needy for my fingers... needy for my cock." he pressed his mouth against yours harshly, swallowing your moan as he curled his fingers inside your pussy, pressing up against the spot that had your knees smacking together.

he pressed your legs back open using his elbow, attempting to push them apart wider as he kissed you. and you, well, you were quite simply in a state of bliss. the only thoughts running through your head consisted of eddie, oh, please, and fuck. you couldn't have verbalized them, even if you wanted to; your whole body was spent. eddie was currently turning you mindless and he hadn't even pulled his cock out yet. you yelped when you felt his teeth bite against your bottom lip, the feeling of pain such a drastic difference from the pleasure he was causing your body to heat up with. he chuckled at your response, tongue sliding out to ebb the pain on your lip before he pulled up, nose brushing against yours.

"open," he said softly, motioning his head towards your mouth slightly. as you complied, parting your lips, eddie's own mouth parted, a trail of spit slipping between his lips and landing on the tip of your tongue. you kept your mouth open, letting eddie watch the saliva slide down your tongue before you swallowed. "that's my good girl." he grinned, hand tightening around your throat slightly as he watched you blush.

your eyes fluttered shut as your throat strained against his hand, hips bucking a little more intensely against eddie's hand. he started a quicker pace with his fingers, his thumb moving up to press against your clit. "eddie," you whimpered, both of your hands moving down to grip his forearm, your nails digging little half-moons into his skin. your mind was growing fuzzy, you could feel the heat radiate from your abdomen as eddie continued to push his fingers inside of your, curling them up to brush against your soft spot.

"yeah, princess? what do you need, huh? use your words." his voice was gentle, if not a little condescending as he watched you melt into the mattress below him. he could have honestly come just from the sight of you like this alone, but he forced himself to concentrate. he wanted to get you off first before he used you to finish him off. god, he almost couldn't wait. he pressed his thumb against your wet bud a bit harder, slowly circling the pad of his finger around the sensitive area.

you went silent for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths falling from your parted lips as the pressure built in your lower stomach. "need... need you. i need you, eddie," you sobbed, tears lining your eyes as you began to feel overstimulated. the music, the feeling of his fingers and his hand on your throat, the haziness inside your head, it was all too much, and you felt yourself at the point of breaking, burning warmth pooling to your stomach.

"you've got me, baby. you're gonna come on my fingers and then i'm gonna fill that needy, little pussy up with my cock, yeah? that's what you really need, isn't it?" his words were punctuated by his thrusting fingers, your body rocking against the mattress as he quickened his pace. you could only nod in response to his musings, whimpering and gasping as his hand applied a tiny bit more pressure against your throat. one particularly harsh stroke of his fingers caused your breath to hiccup, your grip on his forearm making him hiss as your pussy clenches around his fingers while you explode.

you swear you blackout for a moment, seeing nothing but hazy stars behind your eyelids as eddie finger fucks you through your orgasm, nothing but praise falling from him mouth as he watches you. he lets up on your throat slightly, allowing you to catch your breath while you come. the absolute lewd noise of his fingers moving against your slick is all you can hear, and your grip on his arm becomes pliant as your body goes slack.

"jesus, baby. you're fucking dripping onto my bed," he muses with a small laugh, eyes zeroed in on the wet spot now staining your shorts. if you were more cognizant, you'd probably be embarrassed, but your come staining eddie's bed was the least of your worries. your throat was dry, your cheeks wet from a few stray tears, and your body was thoroughly spent. and yet... and yet, you wanted more. and when eddie's big, brown eyes finally meet yours, he understands immediately, a grin spreading across his face.

he uses his hold on your throat to help lift you up, guiding your mouth to his as you move into a sitting position. his other hand brushes against the side of your neck, his fingers wet against your skin, and later, much later, you'd think about showering, but now, you reveled in the feeling of his skin against yours. his mouth was hungry against yours, his lips moving almost desperately as he kissed you hard. you both managed to move into a kneeling position, one of eddie's knees between your legs, and he effortlessly flipped you on your back, head falling onto the pillows.

he swiftly climbed over you, resting one of his hands near your head while his hips crashed into yours. you moaned at the feeling of the rough denim between your legs, the feeling going straight to your core as he grinded against you lazily. his other hand slipped up the hem of your shirt, fingers gripping at your side as he moved his tongue against yours. your own hands slipped down his chest, fingers stopping when they reached the waistband of his jeans. you fumbled with his belt, fingers still a little shaky from your orgasm mere moments ago. eventually you unclasped the buckle, pushing it aside while you moved on to the zipper.

"look at you, still so needy for me after i just filled your pussy with my fingers. it's adorable," he muttered against your lips, nose softly brushing against yours- a stark contrast to his words. he leaned back on his knees, lightly slapping your hands away from his pants as he moved. eddie reached behind him with one hand, pulling his shirt off his body and haphazardly tossing it on the floor. you bit your lip as you studied his tattoos, the ink contorting as his muscles flexed while he moved. you caught sight of his happy trail, tufts of dark brown hair leading down his abdomen, and that view alone made your pussy clench in anticipation.

he trailed his hands up your legs slowly, nails digging into your thighs before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants. tugging down harshly, he practically ripped your pajama shorts and panties off, tossing them behind him somewhere. the cold air made you shiver as it hit your wet pussy, and your legs moved to close before eddie smacked your inner thigh lightly, his tongue clicking a tsk. "uh-uh, baby. i need you to keep those wide open for me. can you do that, princess?"

you nodded eagerly in response, not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend, and watched him unbutton his jeans, tugging them down to his thighs and revealing his black boxers. he leaned over you to reach into the bedside table, no doubt looking for the condoms he kept there, and you took this moment to softly trail your fingers along his shirtless chest, tracing his tattoos before moving down to his happy trail. you gently ran your fingers down the expanse of skin, causing eddie's head to drop into your shoulder as he moaned softly.

encouraged by his response, you trailed your fingers even lower, toying with the edge of his boxers before dipping them inside. his hips rutted against yours, and you grinned as your fingers encountered the head of his cock, causing him to jolt. you giggled at his reaction, loving how sensitive he was, but before you could really have any fun, he pulled away, your fingers slipping from his boxers, a pout on your lips. "enough of that, brat. you'll make me come before i even get inside of ya." he tugged down his boxers roughly, ripping open the condom package between his teeth and spitting the foil on the bed next to him as his cock sprung forward.

he held the condom between his teeth as he gripped his length, tugging on the shaft a few times until he leaned back over you again, his right hand resting by your head as he balanced himself above you. with his other hand, he ran his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before placing them on his cock, smearing the glistening slick along his shaft. you watched with an open mouth and heavy eyes, fascinated by the way he handled himself.

"eddie," you whined, hips wiggling against the mattress in desperation, body completely driven by your baser instincts now. you didn't just want eddie's cock inside of you; at this point it had become a dire need, a need you were so close to getting that it almost made you cry. it was all you could think about now, every thought running over the other as your mind became jumbled with it.

"i know, princess, i know," he grinned, glancing up at your lust-filled eyes while he continued to stroke his cock. he grips his shaft tightly, moving forward on his knees ever so slightly to bring his head closer to your pussy. "i just gotta get my cock nice and wet before i can fill you up, okay?" his voice gets quieter as he focuses on guiding the tip of his cock to your folds, and the both of you let out load moans as it comes into contact. holding the base, he rocks his hips against yours as he lets his cock slide through your wet folds, the tip of him brushing against your sensitive clit with every thrust.

you honestly think that you can come again from the sensation of everything alone; the feeling of eddie's hair around your face, his fingers gripping into your waist as he guides his cock through your folds, your slick covering more and more of his shaft with each pass, his rough moans filling your ears. you start to rock your hips with his movements, and just when you think eddie might say 'fuck it' and slip himself into you without the condom, he pulls away again, chuckling as he hears you whine.

"patience, babe. the last thing we need is a little munson running around this damn trailer," he teases, removing the condom from between his teeth and sliding it on his shaft. even though he was messing with you, the thought of eddie being a father was sending shivers through your body. fuck, you were in deep with this man. he must have seen something flash in your eyes because he hesitated for a moment before winking down at you.

he positioned himself over you once more, tapping your thighs to make you wrap them around his waist. he pressed a kiss onto your nose, pressing his forehead against yours as he slowly, slowly, slide himself into your pussy. your mouth drops open as a loud whimper emits from your throat, your legs tightening themselves around his body as he continues to push forward. his hands turn to fists against the pillow as his hips snap against yours, his cock fully seated inside you.

"jesus fucking christ, y/n," he pants, his breath hot as it caresses over your ear, goosebumps littering your skin at the sensation. "how the fuck do you feel tighter each time i fuck you?" his question falls on deaf ears, as your whimpers block out his voice. you can feel him so deep inside you, and even without him moving, you feel completely and utterly at bliss. your hips shift against his slightly as you seek out the pleasure, the heat, and it pushes him even further, making the two of you curse.

"so deep, eddie..." you whimper, head tossing against the pillow slightly as you reach up to grip his forearm. "i can't... oh, fuck." he had started to pull out, the feeling of fullness going away the further he moved, and you almost sobbed, trying to lift your hips up to follow him. he let out a mangled laugh, his hand on your hip pressing down roughly to keep you from moving too much, shushing your cries.

when he barely had the head of his cock inside, he thrusted forward again, much quicker this time, and you had to slap your hand on top of your mouth to stifle a scream. he rutted his hips into yours, his pelvic bone brushing against your clit. "oh, god. your little pussy is pure heaven, princess. and it was made just for me, huh?" he panted into your ear, starting to move his cock in and out of your soaking pussy with more speed. one of your legs slipped from his waist, and he slide his hand down your hips, resting it against the fat of your inner thigh to hold your legs open.

"fuck, fuck, fuckfuck," you cried, back arching as eddie started pounding into you relentlessly. his cock was filling you so full, hitting every little sweet spot inside of you, and you were unable to think of anything else, to say anything else. a drop of sweat fell from eddie's forehead onto your own, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on the feeling of your tight, wet pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. the hand against your mouth slid down to your chest, down to eddie's waist, and you held on to his hip as he thrusted into you.

the sound of the bed squeaking from his movements filled the room, along with the clanking of eddie's belt buckle as his hips moved in a steady pace. he had buried his face into your neck, his hot pants fanning across your skin, and his fingers on your inner thigh were squeezing tightly as he forced himself to hold back on his orgasm. he desperately needed to make you come again, needed to feel the way your wetness flooded around his cock.

and you were almost there, too. your body had never felt so hot on the inside, never felt as electrified as it did right now. your mind had been clearing up from the joint, but the way eddie was fucking you had you right back in that oblivious state; so mindless that the only thing you could think of was his cock. each stroke of his cock was bringing you closer and closer to the edge, and before you knew it, you were begging eddie in a way you never had before.

"oh my god, eddie, please - please," you sobbed, your body shaking slightly as the feeling became too much to handle. your hands had started to shake, and your hips were moving to meet eddie's as he fucked you, so lost in his own pleasure that he was essentially just using your body at this point. "i need, mygod, please just- eddie..." his hand on your thigh had moved up to where your bodies were joined, roughly swiping his thumb against your overstimulated clit, and you immediately burst, body going rigid and then slack as your orgasm flooded through your body.

"holy fuck, oh jesus," eddie groaned, his movements faltering as he felt you collapse against the bed, his cock being suffocated by the tightness of your pussy while you came. the faintest whimper of his name falling from your mouth is what set him off, and his hips ground into yours as he leaned down to bite your shoulder, the action effectively stopping him from almost yelling out into the trailer. you groaned as you felt his teeth sink into you, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.

you could feel his cock throbbing inside you as he came, and your hand on his hip relaxed enough to where you could trail your fingers against his skin, coaxing him through his orgasm. he finally let up from your shoulder, the bite stinging a bit as the cold air hit the surface, and you knew tomorrow there would be a pretty nasty bruise surrounding the area. this definitely wasn't the first time eddie had bitten you, and you knew - hoped - it wouldn't be the last.

soon the sound of your breathing was all you could hear in the bedroom as you both came down from your orgasms, eddie's body molding into yours as he rested his head on your chest. you carded your fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling blissfully fucked and satisfied, and even though you had lost his little game, a huge part of you felt like maybe you had actually won it. and you said so yourself to eddie, voice quivering slightly but accompanied by a little laugh.

and eddie just leaned up on his hands, which were placed on either side of your head against the pillow behind you. his mouth slowly spread into a wicked grin, his laugh lines creasing into his cheeks. "oh, princess," he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "i'm just getting started."

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sink your teeth before i disappear explicit | 4k | steddie | 18+ only

steddie, pre-relationship, established ronance, panic attacks, flashbacks, virgin!eddie, sharing a bed, cuddling & snuggling, interrupted masturbation, mutual masturbation, hand jobs, biting, marking

“I’ve never really slept with anyone before,” Eddie admits quietly, not sure if Steve is even still awake. Steve turns around awkwardly, trying to keep Eddie’s arm wrapped around his waist as he rolls over to face him. “Like… sex, or just actually sleeping next to someone?” OR Sharing a room leads to sharing a bed leads to sharing... more

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WEDNESDAY

“So they would rather you sleep in a bed with Nancy? ” Steve asks in disbelief as he stacks the returns. 

Robin rolls her eyes at him. “Duh. They don’t know I’m of the, uh, lavender persuasion,” she reminds him, lowering her voice with a quick scan of the store.

It’s fairly quiet, especially for a rainy Wednesday during summer break. Just a couple of teens milling about through the stacks, trying to decide on a movie. 

“And I’m pretty sure they still think I’m secretly dating you… though they have finally learned to stop asking.”

Robin’s parents had managed to secure a modest cabin by the lake for the long weekend. Steve could never quite get it straight – Robin’s mom’s brother’s wife… or was it her cousin’s husband? Nevertheless, someone who was somehow related to Robin had a cabin they weren’t using, and rather than leave it sitting empty, they had invited her parents to use it. Robin had agreed to go if she could bring a friend or two… which quickly turned into three, because she just couldn’t take Nancy and Steve and leave Eddie all alone for the weekend. And they were all thick as thieves after what happened during spring break. 

“Anyway, I thought you’d be happy to be sharing with Eddie,” Robin says, tossing Steve a meaningful look. God, he regrets telling her about his ill-advised crush.

Come Thursday evening, they pack into two cars and drive up to Lake Michigan, looking forward to spending their days swimming and their nights around the fire. 

– – –

THURSDAY

The cabin isn’t anything fancy – a simple wooden structure tucked between the trees – but it’s right on the lake, has its own small dock hosting a tiny row boat that looks like three passengers would probably capsize it. 

Robin shows them around the cabin, pointing out her and Nancy’s room, her parents’ room, and finally, tucked back in the corner behind the kitchen, Steve and Eddie’s room. 

Their room is the only one with separate twin beds. Steve isn’t sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. 

Everyone leaves to get settled in their own rooms, and Steve stands there with his old sports bag in hand, shifting from one foot to the other. 

“So, uh, which bed do you want?” he asks. 

Eddie throws himself down on top of the bed furthest from the door, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. “This one – you can protect me from any evil entities of the night.”

“Unless they come in through the window,” Steve points out, setting his things down on the bed nearest the door. 

“Well, shit,” Eddie groans, eyes darting between the window and Steve. “Don’t fucking say that!” 

Steve laughs and throws himself onto his own bed, propping himself up on one elbow. 

“So, Harrington, do you snore? Tell me now, so I can prepare myself," Eddie says.

“Nah, but I do sleep in the nude.” 

Eddie’s smile falters and Steve can’t help but smirk. He doesn’t offer up any more information, letting Eddie dwell on whether or not he was joking. 

“I, uh, I sleepwalk, sometimes,” Eddie tells him, and then falls silent, dropping back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling like he might find a script there. 

“Should make for an interesting night,” Steve says, trying not to laugh when Eddie’s eyes flick over to him before going back to the ceiling. “C’mon, let’s go see if they need help with dinner,” Steve says, pushing himself off the mattress and holding out a hand to help Eddie up. 

It’s still raining after dinner, so they sit around the little fireplace, playing board games and listening to music until it’s time to turn in for the night. 

Steve stands next to his bed for a moment, looking down at the pajamas he’d packed. He glances up, but Eddie’s busying himself with removing his rings one by one and setting them down on the nightstand. 

Steve strips out of his shorts and t-shirt, hesitating at the edge of his boxers, wondering if it’s worth it for the bit. Eddie’s back is to him. He makes his decision, leaving them on and climbing into bed, arranging the covers to hide his boxers but show as much skin as possible elsewhere. 

Just to mess with him. 

When Eddie turns back, he lets out something between a yelp and a squeak.

Steve pulls back the blanket with a flourish, watching Eddie’s eyes go wide and then narrow when he realizes what’s underneath. 

“You dick.”

“I mean, I usually would sleep naked, but I thought I’d be modest for the sake of my temporary roommate,” Steve says, raising an eyebrow. 

Eddie climbs into his own bed, burrowing under the blankets. “Well, don’t change your habits on my account.” 

Steve chuckles and turns off his bedside lamp. “I’ll keep that in mind. ‘Night, Eds.” 

“Night.”

– – –

FRIDAY

Luckily, the rain has cleared up by Friday morning, the sun peaking out from behind the clouds and warming their skin. 

After breakfast, they don their swimsuits and head out to the edge of the lake. Nancy and Robin drag out a deck chair and curl up side-by-side, while Steve walks out onto the dock, turning around just before he reaches the end. 

“You coming for a swim?” he calls to Eddie, arms spread wide and displaying the expanse of his chest. 

Eddie plops himself down on a towel next to Nancy and Robin. “Are you kidding? The water’s freezing.”  

“Whatever, you big chicken!” And with that, he turns around and dives, cutting through the surface of the calm water. 

Eddie sits back and watches the gleam of Steve’s back as he slices through the water with ease, years of swimming making him more graceful in water than on land. It’s mesmerizing. 

“You might wanna pick your jaw up off the ground,” Robin quips, looking at him over the frame of her sunglasses. “Once you’re done ogling, I mean.”

Eddie huffs, shaking his head. “What? No! I’m not – Steve’s just–”

Nancy leans around Robin to fix him with a dubious look. “Oh please, don’t even deny it.”

“This is bullying. You’re bullying me,” Eddie accuses, crossing his arms over his chest. “Two against one isn’t a fair fight.” 

He doesn’t hear what Nancy says next, because there’s a disturbance out in the water. Steve has stopped swimming smoothly and seems to be thrashing, struggling against something they can’t see, trying to get back to shore.

Eddie’s throat closes up with panic. 

He jumps to his feet, shouts out and points, and Robin and Nancy are on his heels as they run out to the end of the dock. 

Just like that fateful night on Lover’s Lake, Nancy doesn’t hesitate. She jumps in and swims towards Steve, methodically, uniform strokes spurring her forward. She reaches him quickly and pulls him the rest of the way to the shore.

He’s sputtering and shaking, on all fours as he reaches the grassy edge of the lake, and Robin’s right there beside him, wrapping him in a towel, pushing his hair back out of his eyes, speaking to him in soft, calm, hushed tones. 

Eddie stands to the side, heart racing, chest tight. He feels useless, a spare part, unsure whether to come closer or give them space. All he can do is watch helplessly, a cruel parallel of when Steve was pulled through Watergate. Flight or freeze, never fight. 

Coward. 

Robin is placing Steve’s hands flat on the earth, helping him ground himself, still babbling away about where he is and what is going on around him. Eddie is in awe of how she always knows what Steve needs in these moments. 

“The vines… grabbed me,” Steve mumbles, breathing fast and shallow. Robin drapes herself against his back, contrasting with deep and slow breaths, pressing a hand to his chest. 

“Steve, we’re at Lake Michigan. No gate here, we’re not even in Hawkins,” Robin reminds him again, patience of a saint. “We’re safe, we’re safe, I promise you, we’re safe. It was just a plant.” 

“Nancy –”

“– pulled you out of the water, she’s right here,” Robin says, pointing her out. 

“And Eddie –”

“– is also right here, he’s fine. You’re fine. We’re all fine.” Robin turns to Nancy and Eddie. “Can you help me get him up? I’ll take him inside, give him something warm and something sugary, it should help with the shakiness. And then he’ll probably need to sleep for a while when he comes down from this.”

Eddie swoops in to support one side of Steve and the three of them hoist him to his feet, leaving the lake behind them. 

Steve’s voice drifts through the darkness later that night. “Hey, Eds, you awake?” 

“Yeah.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

There’s silence for a while, not awkward, but comfortable. Until Steve breaks it. 

“Can I… would it be alright if I laid in your bed for a bit?” 

Eddie nods before he realizes Steve can’t see him. “Yeah, of course.”

There’s a rustle, footsteps, and then the mattress next to him dips as Steve slides under the blankets. Heat radiates off his chest.

It’s a small bed, so they don’t have much choice for positions. Eddie ends up curled around Steve’s back, an arm thrown around his waist to stop himself from rolling off the edge. 

“This is nice,” Steve whispers, wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s wrist and pulling him tighter around him. Steve takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before speaking again. “Is it weird if I say I was kind of hoping we’d have to share a bed this weekend? I just… I hate sleeping alone.” 

Eddie chews on his bottom lip for a moment. “Don’t you usually sleep alone?”

“Yeah.” 

Steve doesn’t expand on his answer, doesn’t offer anything more. They lie there pressed together, letting their breath synchronize. 

“I’ve never really slept with anyone before,” Eddie admits quietly, not sure if Steve is even still awake. 

Steve turns around awkwardly, trying to keep Eddie’s arm wrapped around his waist as he rolls over to face him. “Like… sex, or just actually sleeping next to someone?” 

Both, but he feels a bit stupid admitting the first one to Steve Harrington, renowned lady’s man. He’s heard enough rumors to know the guy gets around. And, well, Eddie isn’t exactly spoiled for choice in Hawkins, Indiana. 

“I mean, I've had sleepovers and shit, slept next to people but… never, I dunno, cuddled?” The last part comes out as a question, like he isn’t sure if that is actually what they’re doing. 

Steve moves closer then, right up in Eddie’s face, tucking his own arm around Eddie’s waist. “And do you like it? Cuddling?”

Eddie’s not sure if it’s embarrassment or the body heat coming from Steve that makes his face feel so warm. “I, uh, I think so.”

“Well, maybe you need a bit more experience to make sure,” Steve says, mischief in his voice. And with that, he rolls onto his back, pulling Eddie with him so he face-plants right onto Steve’s bare chest. Two solid arms come up to wrap around him, one landing between his shoulder blades and the other settling in the dip of his lower back. Steve buries his face in Eddie’s curls and hums. 

Eddie shuffles a bit, turning his head to un-squish his nose from Steve’s pec. The hand between his shoulder blades moves up to card through his hair, fingertips pressing deliciously into his scalp and sending tingles all the way down to his toes. 

Eddie’s head is spinning, overwhelmed by the smell and feel and sound of Steve all around him. He yearns for all of this to mean something, but he’s seen Steve with Robin – how close they get, how easy it is for Steve to throw an arm around her and pull her in for a hug, press a kiss to the top of her head or tip of her nose, how they cuddle up on the couch when they watch a movie. And they make sure everyone knows that it’s strictly platonic. So why would this be anything different? 

He can enjoy it for tonight, though, so he burrows back down into the hair on Steve’s chest, tracing the line of muscle underneath with his finger. He feels Steve shiver and shift, run his hand back down Eddie’s neck and trace over each vertebrae of his spine through his thin t-shirt, getting slower and slower until his hand slips from Eddie’s back completely, coming to rest on the mattress behind him as his chest rises and falls, even and slow, dozing off.

Eddie presses soft, barely-there kisses to the skin beneath his lips for what feels like hours until his eyes droop and he, too, drifts into sleep. 

When he wakes, Steve is gone and he can hear the shower on. He grabs the pillow that still smells like Steve and buries his face in it, pretending it’s only to help ease the crick in his neck.

– – –

SATURDAY

“I don’t know what else to do, Robin!” Steve whines, exasperated. “If I get any more forward with my flirting, I’ll just be straight up asking him to blow me.”

Robin wrinkles her nose at him before going back to applying sunscreen to her legs. “Why don’t you just ask him out, like a normal person?” 

“I don’t know how to do that with guys, Robs, much less one who’s my friend!” 

It’s true, he knows how to hit on girls he barely knows, asks the odd guy in a gay bar to go out back with him. But Eddie? It’s different.

“Why are you being so difficult? Go inside right now and say, ‘Eddie Munson, would you like to go on a date with me?’ That’s it!” Robin hisses. 

Steve flops down onto the wooden dock, squinting up at the sun. “This coming from the girl who took three months to ask out Nancy Wheeler.”

Another voice drifts over, drawing nearer. “Yeah, but at least she actually fucking did it.” Steve turns his head to the side and shields his eyes, watching Nancy sit down next to Robin and dangle her toes into the water. “Steve Harrington, stop being a big baby and just go ask him.”

He sticks his tongue out at the both of them and reaches down, cupping some water in his hand before flinging it towards the girls, spraying them with the cold water of the lake. 

- - -

At first, Eddie can’t figure out what woke him. He takes stock of his body - he doesn’t need a piss, he’s not too hot or cold, he doesn’t think he had a nightmare. So he turns his attention to the room, and that’s when he hears it. 

It’s too familiar of a noise for him not to figure it out immediately, especially when paired with heavy breaths coming from the other side of the room. 

Oh. 

He cracks open an eye, and the room’s washed in cool, dim light from the moon outside the window. He can just make out the outline of Steve, lying on his back, hand moving rhythmically under the covers. His head’s dropped back, mouth open slightly, neck stretched out like it’s begging to be bitten. 

Eddie feels arousal rush through him and he squeezes his eyes shut again, trying not to move or draw attention to himself. He doesn’t want to make this any weirder than it already is. 

But he can’t stop himself from hearing it.

There’s a sharp inhale, followed by a string of little ‘ah-ah-ah’ sounds, and then – 

Eddie must be dreaming, or hallucinating, or maybe he died in the Upside Down and this is his eternal torture, because he swears it, there’s no mistaking it – a long groan followed by “Eddie.”

He can’t help but peek over, sees Steve grab a handful of tissues from his nightstand and clean himself up, tuck himself back into his boxers and roll over, facing the opposite wall. 

Eddie’s ears are burning, his mind on a loop, playing those sounds and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie over and over again. 

He wants to scream, wants to sing, wants to go jump in the lake, wants to run back to Hakwins, wants to climb into Steve’s bed and grind against him. Shit, there’s a thought. 

He adjusts his pajamas, hoping Steve doesn’t hear the creaky springs. He wills himself to calm down, but his dick has other ideas, aching for relief. 

Eddie glances over at Steve’s bed again. He’s quiet now, breathing slow and probably sleeping. And hey, if Steve did it, why can’t Eddie? Fair’s fair and all that. 

Slowly, carefully, he rolls onto his left side and reaches his right hand down the front of his pants. Fuck, he’s so hard and he can still hear Steve’s voice ringing in his ear. His breathing is shaky and he keeps glancing back to check that Steve’s still not moving. 

But Eddie’s never been good at staying quiet, muttered swears spilling from his lips as his breath comes quicker. He manages to swallow Steve’s name, biting his lips together and exhaling sharply through his nose. 

“Eddie?”

He freezes. This isn’t the chorus of whispered Eddies in his head… this is a question, and it’s real.

Steve’s awake.  

He debates not even answering, just pretending to be asleep, but then he hears the other bed creak and Steve’s feet hit the floor, like he’s about to cross the room and check on him. So he turns his head. 

“Yeah?”

Steve’s sitting on his bed facing Eddie, both feet on the floor like he was about to stand. “Were you… touching yourself?” 

“No, I –,” Eddie starts to lie, but it sounds weak even to his own ears. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say to that, what it even means. Steve reaches for the lamp and switches it on. If he looked good in the cool light of the moon, he looks incredible in the warm wash from the lightbulb. 

“You can keep going. If you want,” Steve offers. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and Eddie wants to feel it sweep across his teeth.

He doesn’t take his eyes off Steve as he rolls over and takes himself in hand once more, looking for any sign that Steve was kidding or pulling some kind of sick prank. But all Steve does is watch him back, eyes darting down to Eddie’s hand moving under the sheets.

“You – can you move the covers?” Steve asks, his voice pitched slightly higher than Eddie’s used to hearing. 

Eddie tries to push them down with his free hand, kicking with his feet to pull them down past his hips, but they just tangle and twist instead. And then Steve’s standing, crossing the short space between them and reaching out for the sheets. 

“Can I–?” 

Eddie nods, and Steve slides his fingers under the edge of the blanket. Steve’s knuckles brush against Eddie’s stomach and he can’t help but shiver at the sensation, thinking of where else he’d like Steve to touch him. 

The night air is cool after the heat that had built under the covers, and Steve kneels at the foot of the bed, still watching like he’s mesmerized. Eddie slows his movements, props himself up on one elbow. 

“Steve.”

Steve’s eyes snap up to his, pupils blown and mouth slack. 

“Just – fuck – c’mere,” Eddie whines, and Steve doesn’t hesitate. He darts forward, hovering over Eddie’s body, one hand cradling the side of Eddie’s head. 

Eddie surges up, kisses him hard and messy, and Steve dips down to meet him. Eddie feels a hand close over his own, tightening the grip and urging him on faster. 

“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” Steve pants against his lips, and Eddie thinks that his name in Steve’s mouth is the prettiest sound in the entire world.

Eddie can’t stop his hips from bucking up into both of their fists, desperate and aching. “Fuck, fuck, Steve… bite my neck?”

“What?”

“Bite my neck,” he repeats, dropping his head to the side to get his point across. 

Steve ducks down, licks and sucks and grazes his teeth along the sensitive skin there, but he doesn’t bite. And Eddie’s getting close. 

“You can… you can actually bite, like, with teeth,” Eddie manages, and that seems to do it, because the next thing he knows, he feels Steve’s teeth sink into the flesh of his neck, just beneath his ear, and his tongue sweeps over to soothe the marks no doubt left behind. 

Eddie slings his free arm around the back of Steve’s neck, holding him there, letting him nip and lave in turn until Eddie’s gripping the sheets and biting back a shout as he comes over both of their hands. 

“Shit,” Eddie breathes into Steve’s hair, arms drooping over the edge of the bed like wilted flowers. “Holy shit.”

“Shit,” Steve agrees. “You okay?”

“Fucking fantastic, actually. You?”

Steve laughs softly. “Pretty damn good. Sorry for waking you.”

“Oh, you are wholeheartedly forgiven,” Eddie says. Not that he was mad about it in the first place, but Steve doesn’t need to know that. 

“I’ll just, uh…” Steve stands and makes a move towards his own bed. Eddie catches his wrist. 

“You don’t like sleeping alone, right?” 

Steve shakes his head. 

“So sleep here. With me.”

– – –

SUNDAY

When Eddie wakes up, the sun is shining through the window, brightening the room. The sounds of voices and dishes drift in from the kitchen, along with the smell of bacon. His stomach grumbles. 

Eddie tosses on the first some-what clean clothes he can find, gathers his mess of frizzy curls up in a bun and heads out the door, ready to eat a frankly disgusting amount of breakfast. 

Robin’s parents are just rinsing their plates when he arrives, getting an early start out on a hike up the edge of the lake apparently. He slides into one of their vacated seats, grabs a plate and loads it with pancakes and bacon before dousing the whole lot in syrup. 

It isn’t until he shoves the first huge bite in his mouth that he realizes Robin and Nancy are staring at him bug-eyed and slack-jawed. 

“What?” he asks, through a mouthful of food. 

They both shake their heads frantically, Robin throwing a look at her parents who are busy discussing whether or not it might rain later. Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Everything is quiet apart from the sound of Eddie’s fork scraping on the plate and Mr and Mrs Buckley’s voices, until they tell them all they’ll be back in a couple hours and close the door behind them. 

“What the actual hell!”

“Jesus Christ, did you get attacked by a vampire?”

There’s an explosion of shouting from both Robin and Nancy, while Steve doubles over laughing. 

Eddie’s baffled. “Fuck are you talking about?” 

“Dude! Your neck!” Robin says, handing him a large metal spoon. 

He moves it around, trying to get the right angle, and finds a massive, distorted red and purple splotch on his neck. His eyes immediately fly to Steve, who is just managing to get his giggles under control. 

“Hey, man, don’t look at me. It was your idea,” he says, sipping some coffee from his mug. “I was just following orders.”

“Ew,” Robin says, pushing her plate away. “Way to ruin my appetite.”

“Bullshit, Buckley, you were done anyway.”

Eddie raps his knuckles on the wooden tabletop, drawing their attention back to him. “Uh, you’re all acting suspiciously cavalier about this.”

Robin and Nancy glance at each other. “We had a bet going,” Nancy says. “About how long it would be until it happened."

Eddie gapes at them, not even sorry that he still has some half-chewed pancakes in his mouth.

“I am gonna insist you cover that up before my parents get back, though,” Robin says. “I don’t wanna deal with their awkward questions about where you got it.”

“God, I hate you all,” Eddie says, piling more pancakes and bacon onto his plate. 

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