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lunaraindrop · 2 years

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A Slip of the Tongue : A Steddie Fic

Slip of the Tongue: (definition) A minor mistake in speech.

French kiss: (definition) An open-mouth kiss usually involving tongue-to-tongue contact.

He didn't mean to say it.

For weeks, Steve had been coming to terms that his feelings for one Eddie Munson were...well, certainly not platonic with a capital P.

You can play off the itch to touch someone's hair as wanting to show your friend proper hair maintenance.

You can shrug off loving a laugh as being happy that you made your friend happy.

You can even tell yourself that your reaction to seeing that sliver of tummy as they play keep away with Robin is envy, and not the simmering boil of lust.

It gets a little harder to deny deep, life altering feelings when you have to physically stop yourself from kissing the daylights out of them.

So, yeah. Steve was falling for Eddie. And trying desperately hard to keep everything bottled up onside.

Which is why Steve said something he shouldn't have said.

Robin later called it a Freudian Slip.

It started with a day that Robin was freaking out about some summer class she was taking on French. He had already invited the Hellfire Club over to use his house, because the school was closed, and the Wheelers had a leak in their basement. Being a good friend, Steve had invited Robin over to help her study, despite not being the best student. Steve didn't know very much about French, except that he liked the fries and the kissing. Robin had said he was gross...and wanted fries.

That was how Steve ended up making a shit ton of fries and burgers for everyone.

The shrimps and Eddie were horsing around his living room, and while his parents were never there, *Steve* appreciated not having the furniture knocked over. Or stood on.

He had pointed at Dustin earlier and said, "If you knock over that chair, I'm knocking you out." while waving the Sunday paper. Of course, while Dustin toned it down, Steve wasn't particularly harsh. Mike called it his "Mom Sass."

Stupid Mike.

When he called down Lucas for throwing the throw pillow, he said, "Hey! No basketball in the house! Take it outside." Lucas got the message, and put the pillow back.

But Eddie. Oh, Eddie. Eddie was like a toddler on a sugar high. It was as exasperating as it was endearing. Steve lived for the moments that Eddie would play with the kids. But when Eddie stood on the coffee table, enough was enough.

The problem is, words that Steve was trying his hardest to keep locked away, decided to bubble out of his mouth. He wanted to say, "Munson, mark my words, if you don't stop, I'm going to kick you. Hard." But Steve's mind translated "kick" into "kiss". But with Robin and her French lessons, and the talk of kissing and the making of fried potatoes for a mass of people, what came out instead was,

"Munson, mark my words, if you don't stop, I'm going to French you. Hard."

Everyone stopped moving.

The kids looked on in shock. Robin dropped her fries.

Eddie though, Eddie shook his head like his brain was an Etch-o-Sketch, trying to make the words make sense. Piercing, beautiful brown eyes narrowed at him, as the corner of his mouth tipped up in a disbelieving smile.

"Did you just say you'll 'French me' if I don't stop?"

Now, this was the moment. Steve had seconds to figure out how he wanted this to play out. He could try to save face...or totally roll with it.

It was risky, but rolling with it might just make everything blow over.

So he doubled down and nodded, popping his hip.

"Hard, Munson. Frenching you so hard, I'll get to know your tonsils by first name. So get off my coffee table!"

"Eww, Steve! Not his tonsils!" Lucas cried.

Mike looked disgusted. "Yeah Eddie, that sounds like a solid threat. You don't want Steve's mouth anywhere near you."

Dustin just looked deadpan at Steve. "Steve, is *this* how you threaten people? No wonder you never win a fight."

Realizing that Steve was not backing down, Eddie's eyes widened, then mischievously twinkled.

"As in kiss me."

Steve crossed his arms, and began to sweat. This was not blowing over. Still, he stuck to it.

"Yeah. I said it, didn't I?"

"You're going to kiss me-"

"Hard, yeah.

"Hard, *yes*...if I don't stop what I am doing."

"Yeah? Why do you keep repeating me? Get off my table, man."

Eddie twirled a tantalizing curl around his finger.

"Oh I'm just making sure I understand correctly, big boy."

Robin, oddly silent for once, was looking on like witnessing a rain wreck.

Steve felt himself blush, but held firm.

Eddie stepped down with one foot, but kept the other on the table. Reaching out, trembling fingers cupped Steve's flushed cheek. With earnest eyes begging, Eddie lowered his voice.

"But what I want soft, hmm Steve? What do I have to do to get you to French me softly?"

Realizing that maybe his feeling were mutual after all, Steve finally ran his fingers through Eddie's beautiful hair.

"All you have to do is ask, Eddie. All you have to do is ask."

Having you first kiss with your new boyfriend witnessed by a gaggle of teenagers and your best friend might not be ideal, but Steve would take it.

Sometimes, a slip of the tongue can get you want you really want.

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princessstevemunson · 1 year

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Sleepover Saturday Ask!

Choose between the following options:

* A Milkshake

* A Slushy

Why?

Definitely a slushy!

I don’t know why but recently I’ve been obsessed with half coke half cherry slushies—though I prefer it 60 coke/40 cherry

Don’t get me wrong I love a good milkshake—despite being lactose intolerant—but I prefer slushies I always have.

#asks #lunaraindrop

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cpmhew · 1 year

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Orchid and chamomile!

You know, for the ask game. I'm not just randomly throwing out words 😂

lol 😂 thanks for asking!

orchid - what's a song you consider to be perfect?

I don't know how to judge music except purely on how it makes me feel, so by that standard the first one that comes to mind is Fred Astaire by Jukebox the Ghost because it makes me do a happy dance every time I hear it.

chamomile - what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

I really like getting gifts that are personal to the giver, like I have ornaments for my Christmas tree that people have given me that are connected to where they're from or to a memory we have together, and it makes me so happy every year when I get to put them up. or my cousin who lives in another state got me coffee from her favorite coffee shop. or gifts that make me feel spoiled by giving me something I'd never get myself. someone gave me a gift certificate for a massage once and that was really special bc I felt so pampered but I've never felt I could spend that amount of money on something luxurious.

#asks #lunaraindrop #cp

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bilestat · 1 year

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Weekend Ask Game : 1 and 9

answered here! thank you! 💖

#lunaraindrop #<3 #ask

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if-not-now-tell-me-when · 1 year

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From the Let's Get Personal Ask List:

#44 and #62

Aaaaah hello, blorbo from my inbox! 🥰

44: What was the last film you saw?

A really terrible Lifetime movie called The Cradle Did Fall, about a woman posing as an infant photographer to kidnap a baby

62: What’s your favourite animal?

I've got to go with the blue whale. Largest mammal on earth, and they sing!

#asks #answered asks #ask games #ask memes #lunaraindrop #thekingandthejester #💖

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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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if you'd let me want you

also on ao3 thank u @lunaraindrop for the help <3 cw: angst <3 arguing, brief panic attacks

“I’m just saying, man,” Eddie says lightly, leaning against the counter, watching Steve lift a box and set it on a cart. He lets himself watch. Steve isn’t looking at him. He can practically feel the ground shake as Steve rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “You guys make sense together.”

“Just because something makes sense doesn’t mean it…” Steve rips the box open. Eddie wills his face not to flush with heat. “Make sense.”

“That didn’t make sense.”

Steve shoots him a look.

“I don’t like Nancy like that anymore,” he says, almost grumbling. His mood shifted as soon as Eddie brought her up a few minutes ago. He smiled when Eddie showed up at Family Video, greeting him with a bright, “Hey!” but the second Eddie asked if he’s seen Nancy recently, the perpetual soft smile that lingered on his face faded and he looked away. His cheeks flushed pink. So Eddie doesn’t really believe him.

“You know I don’t believe you, right?”

Steve sends a look over at him. But it’s not really a look. He glares at him.

Eddie’s eyebrows raise as Steve looks away again, his stomach twisting.

“You don’t have to believe me, Eddie,” Steve says, his voice twinged with annoyance. “It doesn’t make it… not true.”

“Well, you get all uptight and stiff every time I bring her up,” Eddie says, crossing his arms over his chest like he’s defending himself.

“Yeah, maybe I just don’t wanna talk about my ex with you,” Steve says, his voice firmer, annoyed and slightly louder. Eddie’s chest tightens, and he furrows his brows, his breath caught in his chest.

“This is the kind of thing friends talk about,” he says defensively.

“Maybe I just wanna hang out with you without talking about my fucking love life,” Steve snaps, putting a tape up on a shelf a little too hard. Eddie blinks.

“Why are you pissed?”

“I’m not pissed.”

“You sound pissed. You look pissed.”

“I’m fine, Eddie,” Steve says, sounding even more pissed. “I just don’t wanna talk about it.”

Eddie has a problem. He’s had this problem his whole life.

“Why don’t you wanna talk about it?”

It’s gotten him in trouble before. Many times. At home, at school, with his friends, the assholes that shoved him around in the hallways, against lockers.

“You talk about it with Robin,” he says. “Why is it such a big deal to talk about it with me? What’s your problem?”

He pushes. And prods. And pokes. And annoys the fuck out of whoever he’s talking to, until—

“Jesus, Eddie, I don’t fucking know, just fuck off.”

Eddie stares at him as he looks up at him. His eyes are gleaming, his brows are furrowed, and his cheeks are red, and he looks angry, and for some fucking reason it just pisses Eddie off.

“I wanna help you,” he snaps. “I know you like her, and you guys would be perfect for each other, fuckin’ mister and missus America—”

“I don’t fucking like her,” Steve almost shouts, and Eddie almost flinches back, the volume making its way under his skin, pulling at him and making him ache.

“What’s your fucking deal, Harrington?” He matches his volume.

Steve recoils like Eddie’s slapped him across the face, his eyes wide, and he blinks, his shoulders falling.

“Don’t call me Harrington,” he says weakly. Eddie exhales, staring at him. “You never call me Harrington.”

The door opens across the store, the bell shoving it dinging brightly, and Robin greets them with a cheerful, “Hey, dinguses.”

Neither of them look away, their eyes locked, and Eddie barely even heard Robin’s tentative, “What’s going on?” Steve looks like he might cry, his cheeks still flushed, his eyes shining, and Eddie scoffs, shaking his head and tearing his eyes away from Steve, ignoring Robin and heading to the door. It slams shut behind him.

His hands are shaking as he fumbles with his keys, biting his trembling lip as he slides into the driver's seat, and he looks up into the store as he starts the van. Robin is looking at Steve, confused, still holding her bag in her hands, and Steve is covering his face, holding a tape before he shouts something Eddie can’t hear and throws the tape across the store.

Eddie’s vision swims and he pulls out of the parking lot without buckling his seat belt.

———————

He doesn’t see Steve for another four days.

He doesn’t really have to. It’s not like they tend to hang out every day. (Every other day, maybe. Sometimes more. But they don’t have a strict schedule, and Steve doesn’t come inside when he drops the kids off at Eddie’s for Hellfire on Thursday.)

Four whole days.

Is it pathetic that he misses him? Probably. It’s only four days, but Eddie feels hollow, like something is missing just because he hasn’t heard Steve’s voice.

Steve seems to feel the same way, which doesn’t really make Eddie feel better, even though his heart fucking soars when he opens the door to his apartment to find Steve standing there, his hair damp from the rain. He’s somehow looking up at Eddie despite being almost the exact same height as him.

“Hi,” Eddie says quietly, holding the door open. Steve rocks up onto his toes, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket, and he glances past Eddie into the apartment.

“Is Wayne here?”

Eddie blinks, his heart falling, and Steve seems to notice it, because he hurriedly says, “I’m not— I just wanna talk to you, like, alone. I just… wanna make sure.”

“Oh.” Eddie blinks again. “No, he’s— he’s at work.”

“Okay.” Steve pauses, swallowing, swaying. “Can I… Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says after staring at him for a moment. “Yeah, come in.”

Steve exhales as he enters, pushing his hair back. His jacket is spotted with rain. Eddie forgot it was raining at all. He can’t hear rain much in this apartment. Unless it’s pouring.

“Talk,” Eddie says, heading into the kitchen. The kettle isn’t boiling yet, and he feels underdressed next to Steve, who’s wearing jeans and a tucked-in button-down, his jacket neatly pressed except for the rain. Eddie’s just in sweatpants and a grey sweater that’s two sizes too big.

“I, uhm.” Steve hesitates, taking a breath.

Eddie leans against the counter next to the stove, crossing his arms, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Steve says, leaning against the wall across from Eddie. It’s a small kitchen. Their feet are almost touching.

Eddie doesn’t say anything.

“I was…” Steve pauses, swallowing anxiously, his hands shifting in his pockets. “I was upset, and I lashed out at you, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

Eddie looks into his eyes. They’re shining again. They always are.

“I don’t get why you were upset,” Eddie says quietly, feeling like he’s confessing something. He often doesn’t get why people feel certain things. Why people get annoyed at him for the things he does when he isn’t hurting anyone. Why people laugh when there’s nothing to laugh about. Why people get upset when he tries to help them.

Especially with something like all this with Steve. He and Nancy would be perfect together. Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington. White picket fence and a soccer team of children and yearly vacations and everything someone like Eddie Munson could never have.

He hasn’t told anyone that he doesn’t understand what they’re feeling in a long time. The last few times he told them they’ve scoffed and rolled their eyes and accused him of lying to get away with being an asshole, even when he was so adamant he worked himself to tears.

But Steve doesn’t do any of those things. He looks at Eddie and believes him.

“I don’t like Nancy anymore,” Steve says. He sounds close to tears. “And it just… pissed me off that you just didn’t believe me.”

He must see the doubt on Eddie’s face.

“I don't like her anymore,” Steve says. “I swear.”

Eddie looks back and forth between his eyes.

“I see how you look at her, Steve,” he says softly, and he wants to go throw himself out the living room window. Because he sounds so desperate, so fucking honest, and Steve can probably see right into him.

“How do I look at her?” Steve asks desperately, his head tilting forward.

“Like she’s perfect,” Eddie says, his arms uncrossing. The kettle is starting to boil, the whistle low and quiet. “Like she’s fucking flawless, like she’s… the fucking sunset or something.”

“Eddie,” Steve says weakly, his shoulders slumping.

“I don’t get it,” Eddie says adamantly. The whistle is growing in pitch. “I don’t get why you don’t like her, she’s— she is perfect, she’s the one for you—”

“No, she’s not,” Steve says angrily.

He doesn’t even seem to notice the kettle whistling loudly, screeching at them, and Eddie huffs, turning away.

“Jesus,” he mutters, turning off the burner. “What do you want from me, Steve?” he asks, pulling the kettle off the burner, feeling it vibrate as it whistles.

“I don’t want anything from you, I want you.”

The kettle falls quiet.

The kitchen is silent.

Eddie blinks at the kettle, the words washing over him like cold water, and he almost drops the kettle as he sets it down heavily. It lands loudly on the stove, clattering on the burner, and he turns around to look at Steve.

Steve’s eyes are wide as he realises what he’s just said, and Eddie isn’t breathing, and he’s trembling, and Steve takes a sharp breath before he turns away.

Eddie reaches out and grabs his shirt, pulling him back.

Except he doesn’t do that.

He yells, at the top of his lungs, as loud as he can, I want you too. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

Except he doesn’t do that either.

Steve leaves, slamming the door shut behind himself.

Eddie lets him.

———————

Six days.

Six fucking empty days.

Wayne notices that something is off, but he doesn’t ask, because he knows Eddie won’t tell. If he were to ask, Eddie would probably just burst into tears, and Wayne had never known what to do when Eddie cries. It’s not like Grandpa Munson was a touchy-feely guy. Wayne’s always just brought him tea and tissues and given him a hug if he wanted one.

Eddie covers it up when the kids come over to the apartment to hang out. Lucas tells him he asked Steve if he wanted to come up to say hi, but that Steve has errands to run. Eddie just quips that Steve is a big boy, all old and mature. The kids laugh, living in their sweet, sweet ignorance.

When the kids aren’t over, and Corroded guys aren’t over, he’s holed up in his room, staring at the ceiling with his headphones on. (He can’t use his speakers anymore because of complaints from the neighbours.) Trying to let the music drown out the words that are bouncing around his skull like a pinball.

I want you. I want you. I want you.

On the seventh day, Robin calls him.

He doesn’t want to answer the phone, but he trudges up out of bed, pushing his hair out of his face. He’s still wearing the same sweater.

She tells him the Party’s having a movie night at Steve’s.

Eddie’s chest aches at the sound of Steve’s name.

You’re gonna be there, she says, because she seems to know how his brain works better than anyone else he’s met. You’re gonna be there gets him to change his sweater.

His eyes meet Steve’s when he goes inside, but they both look away, and Eddie immediately swerves to the other side of the living room, scooping El into his arms and cackling evilly when she screams his name.

Steve sits with Robin on the sofa. Eddie can tell Robin knows something is up, but he can also tell that Steve hasn’t told her anything because she glances at Eddie, then at Steve, and Steve ignores her, his eyes trained on Dustin as he argues with Will about something.

The lights shut off when the movie starts.

Steve leans against the armrest of the sofa, Robin leans against him, and Nancy leans against her. Jonathan and Argyle are on the floor, Jonathan’s head on Argyle’s shoulder. The kids are all on the floor, tangled and piled on top of each other like a litter of puppies.

Eddie doesn’t even know which movie is playing. He keeps looking at Steve.

He feels like his veins are filled with wax, his body tense and stiff and so anxious he’s shaking a little bit.

I want you.

Eddie looks over at him again, the words echoing in his head, in the exact cadence and emphasis that Steve spoke in, adamant and angry and desperate.

Steve’s eyes meet his across the room. They’re shining. Reflecting the flashing lights of the movie.

Eddie tilts his head, gesturing silently, weakly, toward the kitchen.

Steve inhales, his jaw working, and he sighs quietly, squeezing Robin’s arm and moving to get up. She looks up at him, then at Eddie, then at Nancy, moving so Steve can get up, pulling Nancy closer.

Eddie gets up quietly, stepping behind the sofa so he doesn’t get in anyone’s view of the movie before he follows Steve down the hall to the kitchen, shutting the door behind them.

Steve crosses his arms when he enters the kitchen like he’s protecting himself, looking sulky and upset and so small it makes Eddie want to cry. He leans against the island, looking at the floor, biting his lip, and Eddie steps to be in front of him, leaning against the wall.

They're both quiet. Eddie can almost hear the movie, muffled and quiet through the door and down the endless hallway. Eddie can almost hear his own heartbeat. He listens to Steve’s breath.

“Did you mean it?” he asks softly, almost whispering.

Steve looks up at him, his eyes flicking back and forth between Eddie’s before he looks away, at the floor, his eyes moving like he’s looking for something.

“Steve,” Eddie says weakly when Steve doesn’t say anything. “Did you mean it?”

Steve takes a sharp breath, his lip trembling.

“Yes.”

Eddie exhales.

The floor is solid beneath his feet.

Holy shit.

He steps forward, looking at Steve’s face. His eyes are squeezed shut.

Eddie reaches up to his cheek, wiping away a tear, and Steve startles, his eyes flying open to look at Eddie, his eyes filled with tears, scared and desperate. He’s breathing hard, blinking.

“I want you too,” Eddie whispers.

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Eddie, please.” Steve’s voice squeaks, breaks and chokes, and Eddie reaches up to hold his face between his hands, wiping away the tears that fall from his eyes. Steve is gasping for breath, and Eddie presses a hand firmly against his chest as it rises and falls quickly.

“I’m not fucking with you, Stevie,” he murmurs. Steve’s hands grab at Eddie’s waist, gripping the fabric of his sweater. (This one is black.) He’s holding him too tightly, but Eddie doesn’t mind. “I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Steve closes his eyes hard, his brows furrowing as he pants, and Eddie leans close, pressing their foreheads together, murmuring to him. Breathe, Steve, slowly. You got it.

It takes a while for his breathing to slow, and Eddie slides his hand up his chest when it does, moving it up over the collar of his sweatshirt, over his neck, to his cheek.

“Why’d you push me to go with Nancy?” Steve chokes, blinking tears out of his eyes, and Eddie’s eyes burn, aching because he can’t explain it.

“I don’t…” He hesitates, shrugging weakly, holding Steve’s cheeks carefully, tenderly. He sighs, letting his head fall forward so their foreheads meet as he thinks. “Because boys like me don’t get things like this,” he says softly, quietly.

“Yes, they do,” Steve whispers.

Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut.

They’re quiet for a moment, sharing breaths, until Eddie slowly slides his hands across Steve’s neck, hugging him tightly, and Steve’s arms wrap around his waist, pulling him against himself harshly, strongly. A soft sound escapes Eddie’s throat, and his eyes burn more, and he buries his face in Steve’s neck as Steve’s shoulders shake.

Their friends are down the hall. Anyone could come in for chips or soda or water, and find them here, crying in each other’s arms, and the thought of the absurdity of it makes Eddie laugh. Steve’s hand slides over his back, holding him so tightly Eddie can barely breathe.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, burying a hand in Steve’s hair. “Holy shit, holy shit.”

“Eddie,” Steve says softly, pulling away and looking at him, and he lifts his hands to Eddie’s face, wiping his tears away so tenderly it just makes Eddie cry more.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut when Steve pulls at his face, pressing a hard, lingering kiss to his mouth, and when they part, Eddie gasps, opening his mouth for him and pulling him closer until Steve kisses him again.

Steve’s hands reach down and pull at Eddie’s legs, picking him up with unfair ease, and Eddie clutches at him desperately as Steve turns to set him on the counter. Eddie’s legs wrap around him tightly, whimpering when Steve’s hands press to his back and waist and his hips.

“‘M sorry,” Steve breathes between frenzied kisses. “‘M so sorry.”

“Me too,” Eddie says, panting. “I’m sorry, Stevie, just… I need…”

“Breathe,” Steve says weakly. Eddie closes his eyes. He didn’t even realise it, but he’s gasping for breath, each one getting caught in his throat, hiccupping and choking, and he grips Steve’s shoulders tightly, so hard it probably hurts, but he can’t let go, and Steve doesn’t say anything except, “Breathe.”

Eddie hugs him tightly, desperately, and Steve hugs him back just the same, pressing a hand to the small of his back. Eddie is swaying back and forth, which he doesn't realise until after a few seconds, and he stops himself. It makes people seasick, distracts them, he's heard it all, and he's just gotten Steve's arms around him. He doesn't want to mess this up.

But Steve tugs at his back, stepping closer to the island so his chest is pressed to Eddie, and he starts to sway. Eddie buries his face in Steve's neck, his eyes stinging, and he lets Steve move him, weight dropping off his shoulders, his breaths coming out easier and easier until he's breathing normally. They don't stop swaying together, rocking back and forth slowly, carefully, until Eddie lifts his head and touches his face. His skin is tacky with drying tears, the streaks shining in the dim light of the kitchen. Eddie wipes them away before he leans in and kisses him softly.

"Do you wanna go finish the movie?" Steve asks when they part, his lips still brushing Eddie's as he speaks.

"I don't even know what movie it is."

"Me either. Do you wanna go be confused together?"

"Yeah. That sounds nice."

They pause to sip at a glass of water together before they head back to the living room, their fingers laced. No one pays them any mind except Robin, whose eyes catch their hands, and she raises an eyebrow, smiling up at Steve as he sits next to her again. Robin moves, nudging Nancy so she shifts to lean against the opposite armrest, and Eddie squeezes in between Steve and Robin. Steves's arm makes its way around Eddie's shoulders as they look at the television. (Eddie can't even guess what's happening in the movie.)

Eddie closes his eyes, leaning against Steve, pressing his face into his chest, and he pulls one of his legs up, setting it across Steve's. Steve pulls him in closer, tighter, his cheek resting on Eddie's head.

Eddie shifts to face him, nuzzling into his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist, cuddling as closely and as tightly as he can as he takes a long, deep breath and exhales slowly. Steve smells like his cologne. Eddie wants to keep the smell. Maybe find it on his pillows.

He falls asleep to the sound of Steve's heartbeat.

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Shakespeare? Gay as hell

Based on this post about Eddie getting held back for writing about gay characters in Shakespeare. Thanks to @lunaraindrop for needing more of his essays! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Many relationships can be observed in William Shaksepeare’s Romeo and Juliet. However, the most important relationship is not between the famous star-crossed lovers. No, instead the most important relationship is between Tybalt and Mercutio, another pair of star-crossed lovers often overlooked by the conservative, religious audience of the play. This relationship highlights the struggles of the homosexual community in the fourteenth century as well as those that still exist today. By analyzing the tragic gay relationship between Tybalt of the Capulets and Mercutio of the Montague side, efforts can be made in the present day to prevent tragic endings to gay relationships in the 80s.

Eddie didn’t know why he got called into the principal’s office. He was three weeks into the school year and he hadn’t even done anything yet. He’d been attending all of his classes despite how goddamn early they were and he’d been turning in all of his schoolwork. They had no reason to pull him from his lunch and tentative new Hellfire members.

His confusion only grew when he saw Wayne sitting awkwardly in one of the office chairs. “Uncle Wayne? What are you doing here?”

“Hell if I know,” he grumbled. “They said it was important that I be here. Boy, I haven't been in the principal’s office in over thirty years. What the hell did you do?”

Eddie threw his hands up in defensive surrender. “I haven’t done anything! Whatever they say is lies and slander! I’m innocent!”

He heard a scoff behind him and turned around to see Mrs. O’Donnell, his senior English teacher. She was a rigid old woman that wore three too many layers and went home every night to her twenty-seven cats and no husband, or at least that’s what Eddie assumed. She was standing next to an unimpressed Principal Higgins that glared at Eddie when their eyes met.

“Sit down, Mr. Munson. Now, we’ve called you both here today to discuss some concerns. It seems that Edward here has some… perversions that we are concerned about.”

“Perversions?!” Eddie shrieked. What the fuck?

Uncle Wayne sat up straighter in his seat. “No, that’s not Eddie. I don’t know what this is regardin’ but my Eddie is a good kid so you must be mistaken.”

Mrs. O’Donnell slapped his latest essay on Hamlet down on the desk in front of Wayne. “Read it! He’s disgraced one of the grandest plays of all time!”

Everyone sat in silence for a moment while Wayne read his paper. Both Principal Higgins and Mrs. O’Donnell looked almost giddy as they waited for Wayne to start yelling at him and his ‘perversions’. Instead though, Wayne just hummed and leaned back in his seat.

“I think it’s great, wonderfully written. The sex scene between Tybalt and Mercutio was a little graphic for my taste but it was beautifully written. Eddie always has had a gift for writing stories.”

Mrs. O’Donnell’s jaw dropped in the utmost offense. “Excuse me?! This is not ‘wonderfully written’, this is a travesty on Shakespeare’s good name!”

“You’re his teacher, ain’t you? You should be happy that your teaching is inspiring such creativity. Great job on your part,” Uncle Wayne told her.

Principal Higgins dismissed them hurriedly and as they left, they could hear Mrs. O’Donnell’s shrill screeching from down the hall.

He didn’t pass her class that year.

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In the play Hamlet written by William Shakespeare, the most important theme is love. The love between King Hamlet and his son allows his ghost to appear from beyond the grave to pass along important information to aid in revenge. The false love between Claudius and Gertrude causes revenge to spark and ultimately people to die. Perhaps most notably, the romantic relationship between Hamlet and Horatio proves the most important. It shows that love can persist beyond heterosexually bearded relationships, as Hamlet’s is with Ophelia. Furthermore, it shows that love can exceed death, as Horatio’s feelings continue even after Hamlet’s death when he kills Claudius in revenge.

Honestly, the calls down to the principal’s office had become routine. Eddie was always being pulled out of class whether it was for goading on the basketball team, stealing Billy Hargrove’s clothes while he was in the shower, or allegedly selling marijuana to freshmen. It was always something.

But when he walked in to find Wayne sitting uncomfortably in the office chair once again with Mrs. O’Donnell and Principal Higgins standing behind the desk, he let out a groan of annoyance.

“Jesus Christ, can you not just let me live my life?”

“Eddie, don’t talk like that. Treat them with respect,” Wayne scolded him.

“Mr. Munson, I don’t want you exposing my eyes to your homosexual writing urges. Unlike you, William Shakespeare was not a faggot!”

“Now you wait a damn minute,” Wayne said, whirling around to face Mrs. O’Donnell. “It ain’t my Eddie’s fault that this Shakespeare fellow was writing about gay characters in his plays. Just because Eddie is noticing them doesn’t give you the right to put him down or spread your lies. Grade his paper properly like you should be doing and stop trying to stomp all over my boy’s creativity!”

Uncle Wayne grabbed his arm and pulled him all the way out of the school to his truck. They drove to the diner a town over, the best place now that Benny’s was closed. He turned to Eddie in the cab of the truck and rested a calloused hand on his shoulder.

“Look Eds, people are always gonna try and put you down but it’s your job never to stay there, alright? They don’t like your paper because it's too gay in their eyes? Write some more, do what makes you happy. And if you are gay, that’s okay too. I’ll always love you no matter what.”

By the time he’d finished, Eddie had tears dripping down his face. “I’m so sorry, Uncle Wayne. I didn’t want to be and I tried so hard-”

“Hey, stop that. There’s nothing wrong with being gay and you can’t believe anyone that says that there is, you hear me? Now c’mon, let’s get some burgers and you can tell me about any crushes you have at school. Any handsome fellas around here, you think?”

From that day forward, Eddie stops putting filters on his writing. Wayne told him that there was nothing wrong with him and he’d never lied to him before. He started making every character in his essays gay, he even added some gay characters to his campaigns and when no one questioned him, he centered the entire campaign around a lesbian elf saving her girlfriend from a horde of homophobic goblins. His friends didn’t so much as blink and Wayne beamed at him in pride when he told him about it later.

No, he didn’t pass his English class that year either but he remained true to himself and according to Wayne, that was the best thing he could do.

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In the play Macbeth by William Shakespeare, the major theme of the play is homosexuality. This can be observed when Lady Macbeth convinces her husband to start killing all of the men that she thinks had a crush on him such as Duncan and Banquo. However, it can be seen most prominently when Lady Macbeth kills herself, may she rest in peace, because she realizes that despite all of her actions, Macbeth will remain fucking gay as hell.

Eddie received a note from Mrs. O’Donnell the last class before Spring Break that summoned him to the Principal’s Office upon his return to school. However, with the murder accusations, earthquakes, and sheer amount of deaths, his summons was thrown to the back of everyone’s minds.

Eddie graduated that year, passing Mrs. O’Donnell’s class with a pity A- but passing nonetheless. He walked across the stage with Uncle Wayne and the Party in the audience, ignoring the slurs and hate being screamed at him and focusing on Steve’s wolf whistling. Afterwards, everyone went back to the same diner that Wayne had taken him to a year prior and they celebrated the fact that he finally graduated. Who knew that all he had to do was remain true to himself and win over Mrs. O’Donnell?

(Or maybe it was the horrific events over Spring Break that allowed everyone to graduate despite how bad their grades were, but no one will ever know.)

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday Friday

I was tagged by the marvelous @steddieas-shegoes to post a snippet from a WIP, so here's more squabbling between demon!Eddie and Steve. (It's even safe for work, this time!)

They're hilarious, I love them!

Tagging: @flintandfuss, @gorgeousgreymatter-x and @lunaraindrop, no pressure, lots of love!

“There you go, bon appetit!”

Steve turns the item in his hand, greasy wrapping paper crinkling between his fingers.

“What’s this?”

“Cheeseburger,” Eddie beams at him, all dimples and pointed teeth. “Did you know they’re at over a dollar now? Seriously? I mean, what do they put in there- what?”

Steve has peeled away the paper and is eyeing the burger like it's something toxic. He doesn’t even need to exaggerate much.

“You expect me to eat that?” he asks flatly.

Eddie’s entire face crinkles with confusion.

“Yeah? You kids all love fast food, don’t you?”

Steve huffs. “Wow. Okay, first things first, I’m not a kid. You’re not even that much older than me.”

Eddie’s face curls into a grin, as if he just said something hilarious. Steve decides to ignore it for now and soldiers on.

“And second, you really think this is a fair exchange? You leave me locked up in here all day, in your stinky second-hand clothes, with nothing to do but stare at your tacky interior decor, while you’re off to do who knows what. Then you come back and do … this to me-” he gestures offhandedly at the marks and bruises on his bare arms and legs, “And you seriously think a day-old, cold cheeseburger is an adequate compensation for that? Please!”

Eddie blinks at him.

“I-” he starts to say. “My decor is not tacky.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Dude, it looks like someone went and upended the Halloween section of a Target in here.”

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wormdebut · 10 months

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I was tagged by @steddieas-shegoes @wynnyfryd @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @scarcrossdlvrs THANK YOU. LOVE YOU.

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Jesus Christ. EDDIES GOIN’ THRU SOMETHIN’. 26 Tags?! I am gonna try my best squad.

It was dangerous and reckless and Eddie knew this would be the biggest mistake he had made since 1986…but Eddie Munson was a weak man.

Tagging: @xenon-demon @onirislanding @cuips-not-cute @wingedquill @sourw0lfs @messessentialist @gorgeousgreymatter-x @eddywoww @hatzy @lunaraindrop @simplebtromance @legitcookie @mickmilks @finalmoondragon @vecnuthy @runninriot @thorniest-rose @spicysix @mixsethaddams @rindecision @bayouteche @dazedandinked @subbaculture @call-me-eds @deehellcat @infinite-orangepeel

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people 🎶

i used my Steddie playlist (ofc), and i was tagged by @yournowheregirl! thanks, friend ❤️

The End of the World - Skeeter Davis

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

Psycho Killer - Talking Heads

Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus

House of the Rising Sun - The Animals

Something About You - Level 42

Ballroom Blitz - Sweet

Easy Lover - Philip Bailey, Phil Collins

Holding Out For A Hero - Bonnie Tyler

Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears

tbh, not the best songs from the playlist, but really knocked it out of the park with that last song 😍

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#tag game!

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steddieasitgoes · 9 months

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I was tagged by @lunaraindrop and @thefreakandthehair

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

And then she’s gone, throwing herself back in the high seas so Steve doesn’t have to.

16 words? Let's see here: @henderdads @sidekickjoey @legitcookie @pizzaqueen @corrodedbisexual @starrystevie @stevecarrington @sidekick-hero @hotluncheddie @momotonescreaming @thruheavenandhighwater @scoops-stevie @wynnyfryd @rogueddie @angelscoops @stevesbipanic

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lunaraindrop · 2 years

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Who Needs Fast Times? -Steddie-Fic

Eddie said he had the purpose of renting The Dark Crystal when he walked into Family Video that day.

"Yeah, our favorite little flock are coming over later. Might as well make it a movie night, right?"

Steve, who knew they were all going over to Eddie's new trailer later because *he* would be the one taking them over, nodded sagely.

"That's a good idea. Creepy Muppets will definitely keep those rag tag idiots entertained for a while."

Depositing an armful of return tapes on the counter, Robin couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh! Steve! I heard that Tammy Thompson is planning to join a band!"

Eddie's nose crinkled. "Is it Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem? Because she sounds like a Muppet, and not even the cool, creepy kind."

Steve beemed at Eddie, happy, fond smile on his face. "Yes! That is exactly what I've been saying!"

The more they were around each other, the more Steve and Eddie found that they strangely had many things in common. Despite outward appearances, it became quickly apparent that the two guys were ridiculously compatible.

As friends, of course.

It fascinated the kids, especially Dustin, how in sinc they were. Like a well oiled machine. If they were not on the same wavelength, they were balancing each other out. More than once Dustin secretly pouted that Eddie would be the perfect boyfriend for Steve. You know, if Steve and Eddie liked guys. The one time he vented about it to Max, Eddie had overheard.

Oh, if Henderson only knew.

At this point, pining was an art to Eddie. To him, his growing friendship was worth a little heartache, if it meant he got to keep Steve.

Hey. Steve looked out for everyone else. Someone had to look out for him.

If he knew how Eddie felt...well, it might not go well.

A costumer had come in in the middle of their laughter. The two employees calmed it down to give the Family Video greeting. In fake, cheery unison.

Eddie laughed again when the customer was out of earshot. "Talk about creepy Muppets. You two are giving the Skeksis a run for their money."

Steve furrowed his brow. "Who?"

Robin rolled her eyes. "The creepy Muppets we have been talking about, dingus!"

Eddie, a glint in his eyes, leaned his forearms onto the counter, getting dangerously close to Steve's face.

"Stevie, have you actually seen The Dark Crystal?"

Steve, not moving away, only shrugged. "No? But, come on, the movie cover has creepy Muppets on it. Not that far a leap, Ed."

That glint danced as he shot an amused look briefly to Robin. "You're coming with the kids, right?"

Finally stepping back for a little space, Steve blinked. "Oh. You want me to stay? I was just doing the drop off."

Eddie tilted his head, eyes never leaving Steve's but calling over his shoulder. "Bucks, you and Big Boy are both welcome to come join our fiasco tonight. We can educate this poor boy on good movies."

"It would take a lot more than one night, Eddie. But sure, I'll go."

Steve moved from the counter and put his hands on his hips. "Hey, I know good movies! Just because I haven't seen some of the nerdy ones does not mean I don't know!"

Looking over, he held up one in triumph. Robin squawked and rolled her eyes.

"No! Not this again."

"Yes! This again! This is a good movie!"

Eddie reached for the cassette. "What movie even is this?" Yanking it out of Steve's hand, Eddie danced away and ducked down next to Robin. Reading it silently, Eddie looked up in disappointment at Steve.

"Fast Times at Ridgemont High? Really?"

Steve looked at Eddie in astonishment. Besides the debate on heavy metal vs pop, Steve and Eddie agreed on almost everything.

"Wait, you don't like Fast Times?"

Robin actually looked a little worried. Steve face looked like it was a little in pain.

Eddie bit his lip, but shook his head. "Sorry, Steve-o. Not really my thing."

Steve seemed to rally, and bounced on his feet, looking a bit like an excited Dustin. "But, like, come on. Everyone likes at least some parts of the movie."

"Oh my God, Steve! Shut. Up-" Robin tried to speak over when she realized where he was going with that.

Eddie crossed his arms. "Eh, I watched it once. Didn't really like it."

"What about at-"

"Steve, NO-"

"53 minutes and-"

"I SWEAR, IF YOU SAY-

" -5 seconds?"

Eddie twirled the ring in his index finger. "What's at 53 minutes and 5 seconds?"

Steve smiled and opened his mouth.

Robin beat him to it.

"DON'T. SAY. BOOBIES!"

Steve smiled.

"Boobies."

Robin threw a pack of red licorice at him.

Eddie...still did not look impressed. " 'Boobies' ? That's it?"

"That...that's it?! They're boobies!"

"Like, are they enchanted boobs?"

Both Steve and Robin were speechless.

Robin recovered first. " 'Enchanted Boobs' ?! Jesus Christ, Eddie!"

Steve literally shook off his stupor. "There's no magic in Fast Times, Eddie!"

The one customer they had quietly slinked out the doorway.

Noticing this, Eddie wiggled the cassette, only for Steve to step up and take him from him.

"Okay, so what makes that part so special?"

Steve was flummoxed. "The boobies is the special part! Anyone that likes boobies likes that part!"

And all at once, Eddie felt his stomach drop to the floor.

Anyone who likes boobies likes that part...but Eddie doesn't seem to see anything special about that part.

He knew he was silent for too long. And by the tiny gasp that Robon let out, he knew his secret was out.

He was out.

Sure, he could have left it as is. Made a joke, run away. Not let them know.

But, Eddie was trying to be braver. And, these were supposed to be his friends. Best friends, really, aside from Henderson. Shouldn't they know him for real?

Taking a risk, Eddie used a luck point to roll.

"Yeah...still not my thing, Steve."

Steve furrowed his brow.

"What's not your thing?"

Gathering ever piece of courage he had, Eddie whispered in Steve's ear.

"Boobies, Big Boy."

He stood back, trying to hide his nerves with a goofy smile.

Robin reached out.

"Oh, Eddie. Are you-?"

"A Friend of Dorothy? Just call my Scarecrow. Or Toto, I guess."

Steve, frozen, said distractedly, "Nah, you wouldn't Bless the Rains in Africa."

Shaking that off, Steve put a hand on Eddie's shoulder.

"You-you like guys?"

Eddie, nervous, replied, "Yeah."

He did not expect both Steve and Robin to manhandle him into a slightly awkward, but very warm hug.

Robin squeezed him tighter. "This is so big! Thank you for trusting us with this!"

The door chimed as another customer came in. That time, Robin was the only one to say the greeting, only after untangling herself. It took Steve a little longer to pull away (which Eddie didn't mind.)

When he did, though, his cheeks were red, and he was looking at Eddie like he knew an answer to a question Steve didn't think to ask.

Showing the customer the choices of children's movies, Robin reached out and squeezed Eddie's hand. "We'll talk later. But, I am so proud of you!" Looking over at Steve, she nodded, and smiled at Eddie. "Just, you know. If you're Scarecrow, I'm definitely Tinman." She walked off.

Eddie grinned. "I knew it!"

Seeing as it was only the two of them left, Eddie whistled and grabbed The Dark Crystal. "I better get going. Gotta set up crash space for the flock. And a place for us grown ups to sit."

As he walked out, he heard Steve curse at himself, before being followed out the door.

"Hey, Eddie! Wait!"

Eddie turned, movie in hand.

"You called, Sir Steven?"

Running fingers through his hair and scratching at the back of his neck, Steve asked, "Okay, so, no to boobies, right? Well, w-what do you like?"

"What do I like...?"

Steve smiled, but almost bitterly said, "Nerdy guys, right? You probably like really smart guys with perfect pecks. Or Metalheads! Do you like metalheads? Because you like the same music?"

Was...was Steve...jealous?

Holy shit.

Heart hammering, Eddie locked eyes with Steve.

"Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. I might be awesome, but loving another version of me would get so boring."

He sauntered closer, never taking his eyes away from that beautiful brown.

The words tumbled out. "What do you like, then?"

"I like hairy chests."

Steve actually looked down at himself.

"Eyes on me, Big Guy."

When he knew he had Steve's undivided attention, he spoke in a hushed whisper..

"I like hairy chests. I also really like dumb jocks that are a lot smarter than they are given credit for. I like guys with terrible tastes in movies and music, but God damn do they love their friends and their kids."

The longer Steve was silent, the more dread Eddie felt. Just as he was about to apologize, Steve leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Please let me be reading this right. Because, God Munson, I want to be reading this right so bad."

Eddie, blushing, whispered to Steve.

"Uh...do you happen to like guys too?"

Steve whispered back, "I'm half Toto, and I'm going to show you just how much I like you, Eddie Munson."

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magnoliabutters · 2 years

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BUTTER OR NATURAL • IMPROMPTU PROMPTS •

pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson

summary: dustin unknowingly orchestrates steve and eddie’s first date

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; the unbearably cute fluffs, friday the 13th spoilers, i’ll proof read it one day, indirect mentions of anxiety, etc.

word count: ~3.3k

inspired by: @lunaraindrop; your wish is my command. i hope i did your idea justice <3

support your writer: if you enjoy, please give a reblog so others can enjoy too! 🤘🏼

note: i personally thought this idea was incredible and so stinkin’ cute! i cannot wait to read more posts that come from it c: also i see your comment, @cephy-the-squid. i hope y’all enjoy!

“The things I do for you, kid,” Steve says with a roll of his eyes. Dustin stands in front of him with that gleaming smile. “Yes, trust me. You won’t regret this,” he shares as he excitedly sits in Steve’s car. “We haven’t even hung out since everything happened,” Steve whines. His hand pushes his hair back, creating that iconic lopsided look. His other hand grips hard against the steering wheel. Dustin looks over to him with a dumbfounded look. “Dude, you guys were so close when you were fighting Vecna. Why would that change now?” he asks.

Steve shakes his head as he pulls into the Henderson’s driveway. “I’m just over thinking it,” he mumbles under his breath. Dustin watches with a confused eye, curious as to why his confident friend is suddenly “over thinking” things. He chuckles as he says, “Okay.” He opens the passenger door and steps out. Before walking off, he leans back into the rolled down window. “His place at 8pm. Don’t be late,” he demands. Steve looks back at him with a face of disgust, as though he has insulted him. “I know, I know. Okay,” he says as he gestures towards Dustin to leave. Dustin waves goodbye as he walks up towards his front door.

With a deep breath, Steve begins to back up his car. He felt this uncomfortable tightness in his chest. Unsure of where the feeling was coming from, he coughs and places his hand upon his chest to rid himself of the feeling. This sensation always happens to make its appearance when he’s brought up. Even the side thought of him has Steve catching his breath. He’s never felt this way about anyone, let alone another man. What was it about him that has Steve always losing his breath? He’s just a normal guy, an outcast maybe if one was to get specific. There is nothing about this man that should make Steve feel this way.

“Yeah, hello,” Eddie says as he picks up the receiver. “Hey Eddie! It’s Dustin-” Before he can finish his sentence, Eddie shouts back into the phone, “Henderson! What are we thinking for tonight?” He reaches for the Jif’s peanut butter container at the back of his kitchen cabinet. “Jason Voorhees or The Thing?” he asks as he grabs hold of a spoon and dips it into the container. He places the full spoon’s worth of peanut butter into his mouth as he holds the phone between his cheek and shoulder. “Uh yeah, about that. Maybe we should wait on choosing the movie,” Dustin says hesitantly. Eddie’s eyes widen, his face deadpans.

With the spoon still in his mouth, Eddie mumbles, “What?! Are you cancelling?” Dustin quickly reassures him with a string of no’s. It leaves Eddie with a raised brow and a confused expression. “You know how we wanted to watch a horror flick with just us?” he asks. Eddie’s lip lifts as he removes the spoon from his lips. “Yes,” he grumbles. “Well, I may have invited someone,” Dustin answers with his voice raising. Eddie leans over his kitchen counter, switching the phone onto his other shoulder. “Uh huh. And who did you invite?” he asks with his lips pursed. “Steve?” he responds with an elongated, high pitched “e” at the end of his sentence.

Eddie grabs hold of his phone in one hand and his spoon in the other. He places both onto the kitchen counter as he leans his head down onto the cool surface. With a deep breath, he slowly raises the phone to his ear. “Steve Harrington will be watching horror flicks with us tonight,” he repeats. Dustin responds with a simple, “Yup.” He drags his hand across his face. He was so in the mood to hang out and have a good time with his bud. He always feels so on edge when Harrington’s there. It’s almost as though he is always busy trying to prove himself as the better friend. He forces himself to focus on the stupid things, like who makes Dustin laugh the most. He tries not to be jealous of Steve, but it is hard not to when Dustin always talks of him like he walks on water.

Dustin clears his throat, pulling Eddie from his thoughts. “Is that okay, Eddie?” he asks. “Yeah, that’s alright,” he responds carelessly as he dips his spoon back into the Jif’s. “I’ve been meaning to catch up with him since all this shit went down,” he shares. He plunges the spoon into his mouth, dragging it back out against his front teeth. “Awesome! I’m so excited,” Dustin says. Eddie notes how evident his excitement is through the phone. This hang out clearly means a lot to him. That is the only reason you would assume Steve would be coming by, for Dustin. Eddie would do anything for Dustin. He is practically his own blood. “One awkward movie night it is,” he mumbles to himself as he trades his peanut butter for a cold beer.

“Okay, so I was thinking we could watch The Thing! That movie scared the shit out of me when I was a kid,” Dustin expresses with a smile as he gets out of Steve’s car. He hooks his backpack over his shoulder. “When you were a kid? You’re still a kid, Henderson,” Steve retorts as he closes his driver’s side door. “Either way, that movie is way scarier than some random mom going around killing everyone,” he mutters as he steps onto Eddie’s front porch. Steve rolls his eyes as he gestures for Dustin to knock on the door. He trails behind him as he steps onto the Munson porch.

Steve’s heart is racing faster and faster with each step closer to the trailer’s door. His breathing heavies as he stands outside the door waiting for Eddie to open the door. The tightness in his chest expanding. He nonchalantly wipes the sweat from his hands onto his jean’s pant leg. Why are you so nervous? Steve thinks to himself. It’s just Munson.

As he knocks, Dustin turns back to Steve and shoots him an excited smile. Steve shines a sarcastic one as he shoves his car keys into his jacket. “Henderson!” Eddie shouts as he quickly opens the door. Dustin laughs as he grips onto the VHS’ in his hands. “Welcome, Harrington,” Eddie says as he gestures for the boys to walk in. Dustin gleefully makes his way to the couch. Steve walks through the threshold and gives Eddie a hesitant nod. He follows Dustin to the couch and takes a seat beside him.

Eddie closes the front door. He walks over to the kitchen and offers, “Beer?” Steve answers, “Yeah, sure.” Dustin raises his hand, “Oh, me too.” In unison, Eddie and Steve respond “no” with a laugh. It catches them both off guard as they make eye contact. Steve was the first to pull his eyes away. Dustin sits with his hands in his lap and a sour puss face. Eddie returns and hands a cold beer to Steve. He nods as he reaches for the bottle. “Thank you,” he expresses.

Dustin smiles as he’s handed a can of coke by Eddie. “So, what movie are we going to start with?” he asks. Eddie places his beer onto the side table. He releases a loud breath as he sits down onto his loveseat. He raises his hands and shares, “I’m down for some Friday the 13th.” Dustin clucks his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he turns his focus towards Steve. “What about you?” he asks. Steve takes in a sharp breath. “Actually, I was thinking about Friday the 13th too,” he replies.

Dustin’s face drops in shock. Steve quickly backtracks, attempting to justify his answer. “Well, the Thing is so long and it kind of drags out,” he shares. “And Friday the 13th is a classic. I mean, who would’ve thought someone’s mom would be out here killing people?” Eddie laughs, “I know right? She definitely had a good reason, but you wouldn’t expect some 40-year-old to be killing people all brutal like that.” Steve smiles towards Eddie. “Yeah, you get it,” he says as he motions towards him. Dustin looks between the two boys. His eyes narrowed as he is annoyed with being outvoted. “Okay, put it in I guess,” he mumbles.

Eddie laughs as he turns towards Dustin. “Woah, woah, woah! Are we not going to do popcorn?” he asks with arms raised. Steve raises his bottle in agreement. Dustin’s lips part as he watches both of his idols horrified at the thought of a movie without popcorn. “You’re right, you’re right! I totally forgot,” he says as he digs into his backpack. He pulls out two Popsecret boxes of microwaveable popcorn. “Alright, I’ve got natural and butter flavor,” Dustin shares. Eddie and Steve casually say in unison, “Butter.” They look at each other in suspicion. “Butter’s the best,” Eddie adds. “Yeah, who would even choose natural?” Steve questions. Dustin interjects, “Well, honestly, I’m a big fan of natural. Butter sometimes can put a bad taste in my mouth-” “Blasphemy,” Eddie dramatically shouts. Steve laughs as he leans back into the couch. Dustin switches glances between the two men as he stands to walk over to Eddie’s kitchen.

Steve looks over to Eddie. Eddie’s hands are intertwined. His large rings grinding against each other. Steve’s heart races as he clears his throat. “So, what’re your thoughts on pizza?” he asks with his hand on his chin. Eddie laughs as he takes a sip of his beer. “I’m a fan,” he nods as he sloshes the beer in his mouth. He finds Steve’s question beautifully random and all the more amusing. With a sip of his beer, he adds, “I’m a pepperoni and sausage kind of man.” Steve slowly laughs as he takes a sip of his own beer. “What? Let me guess. You're a plain cheese pizza guy, huh Harrington?” he asks. Steve shakes his head as he swallows his sip. “Actually, my go-to is pepperoni and sausage,” he says with a chuckle.

“Okay, dude, that’s freaky,” Eddie says. “What’s your favorite fruit?” he asks with his brows raised in skepticism. Steve smiles as he understands where he is taking the conversation. “Okay, yeah. I’m a fan of pineapple,” he shares. Eddie’s mouth drops. “I fucking love pineapple,” he whispers back. The tightness in Steve’s chest gradually dissipates without him even realizing. It is replaced with joy. “Alright, alright. Here’s a tricky one. What was your favorite TV show growing up?” he asks as he gestures for Eddie’s response. Eddie takes a second to think. He bites his lip. He wants to make sure he gets the answer right. He is unsure of whether he wants his answer to match Steve’s or not. “Tom and Jerry,” he blurts.

Steve laughs aloud as he claps his hands together. “No fucking way dude! I love Tom and Jerry!” he replies. Eddie releases his breath, not even realizing he held it in. He receives a mixture of relief and satisfaction in hearing that Steve has the same answer. Dustin yells from the kitchen. “What’re you guys talking about?” Eddie turns towards him, “Tom and Jerry! You know the one where the mouse keeps kicking the cat’s ass.” Dustin laughs, “Oh yeah! I’m more of a Scooby Doo kind of guy.” He shrugs as he continues making the group’s popcorn. Eddie returns his gaze back to Steve. His eyes curious as to what other things the two may have in common with each other.

“Let’s do one more before Henderson’s back with the popcorn,” Steve suggests. Eddie nods as he thinks of his next question. “Um,” he thinks aloud. His hands patting against his knees. Steve watches him in excitement. The feelings in his chest now replaced with a lightness - a feeling of hope. “If you could only have one type of cereal for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?” he asks. Steve responds with a sound of excitement. “That’s a good one,” he shares. Eddie smiles confidently, “I know right?” Steve pushes his mouth to one side as he deeply considers his options. “See, the part you added about ‘the rest of my life’ is really getting to me. Like I love Cheerios, but would I eat that for ‘the rest of my life’?” he says with a finger to his chin. Eddie shrugs as he agrees, it is quite a difficult question.

Steve takes a heavy sigh as he leans his elbows onto his knees. Eddie watches in complete anticipation, hanging on to every movement from Steve’s body. “Alright,” he says. “I’m going to have to go Honey Comb.” Eddie suddenly pretends to faint. His body lays limp within the chair. Steve jumps in his seat with excitement. “No fucking way! You’d choose Honey Comb too?” he asks. “I fucking love Honey Comb cereal, dude! That’s nuts,” Eddie exclaims.

Dustin walks from the kitchen with two bags of popcorn in his hands. He shakes his head as he confidently watches his two mentors get along so well. He is convinced that he’s paired the two together, destined them for a fantastic friendship. All he has ever wanted was his two friends to hang out. He always knew that they would get along so well. They are practically the same person, just with different societal roles.

Eddie takes another sip of his beer. A huge smile sprawled across his face as he presses his lips against the beer’s surface. His eyes remain on Steve. Steve smiles as he takes a sip of his own drink. He leans further back into the couch, crossing his leg over the other. He looks up to Dustin as he carries the popcorn. “Okay, so this bag is for you two since you’re addicted to butter,” he says as he hands the bag to Steve. “This one’s all mine,” he adds as he sits down next to Steve. “Let’s do this,” Eddie exclaims as he rubs his hands together.

As Dustin places the VHS into the player, Eddie begins to subtly move his chair closer to the couch to have a better view of the screen. Steve watches him as Eddie’s brows furrow in frustration. “Eddie, just come sit up here,” he says as he pats the cushion next to him. His chest feels vulnerable as the words escape his mouth. Breathing becomes difficult again. He did not understand why the request held so much weight on him.

Eddie smiles at Steve’s suggestion. He nods as he moves to sit next to Steve. The boys were in his trailer, but Eddie was still thankful that Steve invited him over to the couch. As he sits beside him, Eddie feels the sensation of electricity between him and Steve. He prays he is not the only one who feels it. He does not understand this desire to remain close to Steve, but he is thankful that he is able to without much effort. This need, this compulsion, is quite new. Eddie remembers hints of these feelings back when they fought against Vecna, but he always assumed it had more to do with fighting for his life than being close to Steve.

Dustin returns back to Steve’s other side once pressing play on the VHS player. “Oh shit. Okay, I know I was really hoping to watch ‘The Thing,’ but I’m actually super excited to watch this,” he excitedly says. Steve changes his gaze to Dustin. His eyebrows push together in confusion. “Wait, have you not seen this before?” he asks. Dustin shook his head as he threw popcorn into his mouth. “Shit, Henderson,” Eddie mutters as he places his head into his hands. “What?!” he shouts. “I swear to God if you get nightmares from this,” Steve adds. Dustin rolls his eyes as he pushes his back onto the couch. “I’m not a kid, guys. I’m not going to have nightmares,” he retorts with a roll of his eyes and a loud sigh.

Eddie adds under his breath, “He’s going to have nightmares.” Steve nods his head in agreement. “Yup. Cue the late night phone calls,” he adds. Eddie sits up from the couch and turns towards Steve. “Wait, you get those too?” he laughs. Steve chuckles alongside him as Dustin shushes them both. “The movie’s about to start. Shut up,” he says as he takes another bite of popcorn. Steve smiles as he turns towards Eddie and offers him the bag of popcorn. Eddie grins as he reaches into the bag to get a piece. They both hyper focus on keeping their bodies from touching throughout the movie, unsure of how they may react if even their knees touched.

“Wait, so Jason’s not even in this one?!” Dustin shouts as he turns towards Steve and Eddie. His face expressing betrayal with popcorn crumbs throughout his shirt. Steve nods as he watches Dustin in amusement. “We told you. It was the mom all along,” Eddie shares with a chuckle. “Well, why am I seeing this dude walking around with a hockey mask then?” Dustin asks with his arms raised toward the television. Steve brushes the hair out of his face as he looks over to him. “Jason Voorhee’s actually first shows up in Part 2,” he shares. Dustin rolls his eyes and raises his hands in defeat. “What the shit,” he grumbles. “We’ll just have to watch that next,” Eddie says. Dustin nods and looks towards Steve for his approval. Steve is late to noticing and hurriedly nods his head as he turns towards Eddie.

Dustin smiles. “Alright, so we’re doing Part 2 tomorrow then?” he asks. Eddie laughs as he raises from the couch, “I guess so.” Steve follows his lead and pats his hands against his thighs. He shrugs in compliance. “Awesome,” he exclaims. He turns towards Steve and quickly says, “I’m going to use the bathroom real quick and then we can head out?” Steve nods and shoots him an encouraging smile.

Eddie walks over to the kitchen and reaches for a new bottle of beer. Steve leans onto the counter. He clears his voice to end the tangible silence between the two of them. Eddie meets Steve on the counter and turns his head to the side. He gazes over Steve’s nervous eyes. “What do you think about coming back here after you drop Henderson off?” he asks. Tightness grows within Eddie’s chest. His heart feels as though it is going to explode. He did not expect this reaction from his suggestion. Seconds feel like hours as Eddie desperately waits for some reaction from Steve.

Suddenly, a smile appears from Steve’s lips. “Yeah, I can make my way back here. What are you thinking? Should we watch ‘The Thing?’” he asks. The tightness in Eddie’s chest disappears as he hears those words leave Steve’s mouth. It is replaced with excitement, desperately excited for when he returns. When it is just the two of them. Steve takes slow breaths as he attempts to cool his face. His cheeks redden at Eddie’s idea. Eddie replies, “Sounds like a plan.” Steve smiles, but immediately turns towards Dustin as he returns to the Munson living room. He drops his smile as he realizes Dustin noticed his happiness. “Ready to go, Henderson?” he asks. Dustin nods as he grabs his backpack from beside the couch.

“Alright, Henderson. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Eddie says as he walks towards the door. He holds his front door open as he watches Dustin and Steve make their way. “See yah,” Dustin mutters as he waves goodbye. As Steve walks by, Eddie holds his breath. He watches him closely for any subtle communication. Steve smiles as he walks by. “I’ll see you later,” he whispers. Eddie nods with a smirk as he watches Steve walk out the door and down his front steps.

note: oh my gerd. what have i done? i’m def writing more. i'm hoping i had an equal level of pining between the two of them <3 let me know your thoughts! don’t forget those rebloggggsssssss puhleeezzeeee

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