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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months
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After Starcourt, Steve finally managed to get a date. He actually liked her, too. She was nice, smart, and completely smitten over the fact that he was fond of the kids he babysat. Apparently, she didn't take it too well that Dustin followed him onto his date. She left before Dustin came back from the bathroom.
"Hey, where's Lydia?" Dustin asked.
"Oh, her parents called the theater. Apparently, there was a family emergency," Steve shrugged.
"Oh, that sucks. You were really looking forward to it," Dustin frowned. "More popcorn for us."
He made his way over to the concession stand. Steve didn't have the heart to tell him the real reason why she left. Dustin's had a hard time lately since the mall, and from what Claudia told him, he's been having nightmares lately. He didn't have to say anything, but Steve figured the reason why Dustin's been clinging to both him and Robin lately was because he felt guilty about them getting hurt. Robin had agreed with him on that theory. He didn't mind it much. He loved spending time with Dustin, someone he thought of like a little brother, and he knew Robin had come to think of him like that, along with Erica. It was where Robin was currently at "babysitting" for the Sinclairs while they had their own date night. As much as she complained, Erica had wormed her way into Robin's heart. Once they got their drinks and popcorn, they found a couple of seats up front.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A voice asked.
"No," Steve replied with looking, and he almost did when he felt leather brush up against his arm.
"Steve?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah?"
"Your date stood you up because of me, didn't she?" Dustin asked.
"What? No!" Steve said quickly.
"You're a terrible liar, Steve," Dustin whispered. "But that's okay, Steve, I still think you're my brother."
"Well, you know, if she doesn't understand that my little brother is important to me, then she's not worth my time," Steve whispered.
"You guys are terrible whisperers," a voice from Steve’s other side said. "Also, totally adorable."
Steve turned and found that Eddie Munson was sitting on his other side.
"Do you know this guy, Steve?" Dustin asked.
"Eddie Munson," the man himself introduced. "Didn't know Steve Harrington had a nerdy little brother."
"I adopted him," Dustin replied. "Besides, Steve’s not just a jock. He's a nerd, too."
"No, I'm not," Steve scoffed.
"Please, I found the comic books under your bed," Dustin hissed.
"What the hell did I tell you about going through my stuff, you little shit?" Steve hissed back.
"You really are brothers," Eddie grinned.
"Hey, Eddie, you're a guy," Dustin said suddenly.
"That's what it says on my birth certificate," Eddie replied.
"Do you know why a guy would keep his muscle magazines with his playboys? Do you think it's a jock thing?" Dustin asked.
"Oh my god!" Steve exclaimed, mortified.
Steve could feel Eddie watching him with curious eyes, and he waited for his reaction.
"You know, it must be a jock thing," Eddie said. "I think if I were your brother, I'd give you hell for digging through his private things."
Dustin sighed and rolled his eyes, but Steve took this as a sign that he's thinking about how wrong he was. The movie was about to start. Suddenly, Eddie leaned so close to him that Steve could feel his hair tickling his cheek, his breath in his ear.
"It's not just jocks who put their muscle magazines with their playboys," Eddie whispered and paused briefly, moving in closer until his lips were brushing up light against his ear. "Big boy."
Eddie sat back in his seat, leaving Steve flushed. His heart was pounding in his ears, and suddenly, his crush on Eddie came roaring back. Steve cursed mentally as he tried to focus on the movie and not on the fact that Eddie was leaning more heavily against his arm. His pinky was brushing up against his. At some point, Eddie started running over his hand, drawing circles into his skin. His touch was setting him on edge, and it was making his brain go all fuzzy.
"Bathroom," Steve said gruffly and stood up quickly.
He was grateful that there wasn't anyone in the bathroom when he went it. It allowed him to catch his breath. It was crazy how one single moment could bring out all of the feelings that he shoved inside of him when he was just a freshman, a freshman who has seen the most beautiful boy ever. He honestly hadn't felt this way since Nancy, and honestly, it was baffling. Just one little moment, and he was crazy about him again. Suddenly, the door opened, and Steve looked through the mirror as Eddie walked into the restroom. They made eye contact, and he raised a questioning eyebrow at him as he locked the door. Suddenly, Steve was moving and pressing Eddie up against the door as he kissed him. Eddie pulled him closer by his hips as he kissed him back. Of course, it didn't last long before someone wanted in. They broke the kiss, and Eddie quickly disappeared into a stall before Steve could unlock. The man walked in and frowned at him.
"Uh, the door got stuck," Steve said.
"I heard the lock, young man," he said.
Steve slipped by him and hurried back to his seat. Eddie soon came back, a grin on his face. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and started writing his number on Steve’s hand.
"Call me when you're ready to have a date without your brother," Eddie whispered. "I really do appreciate people who collect lost sheep."
Steve grinned. Things were looking up. Suddenly, he was very grateful that Lydia stood him up.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months
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Just got this image in my head. Eddie is very clingy to Steve after Steve saves his life, which he doesn't mind, especially when Eddie sits in his lap because Robin does that too. It doesn't mean anything, right? Both Eddie and Steve are clueless. And because Robin does it, the kids are unphased by it as well. . .until Eddie starts running his fingers through Steve’s hair, and Steve lets him. Rule number one of being Steve’s friend: Don't touch the hair. Not even Robin is allowed.
So, the kids are all gaping. Dustin stands up, pointing at Steve, but Steve is too busy gazing into Eddie's eyes to notice. Robin does, though, and her eyes go wide. She knew Steve wasn't out yet, not even to himself, and it was something he had to come to terms with himself. She couldn't let Dustin do it. She dove over the couch and tackled Dustin to the ground. Dustin shrieked as she took off his hat and started hitting him over the head.
"Shut up," Robin hissed.
"What the hell, Robin?" Steve asked after witnessing tackle Dustin.
"There was a spider," Robin asked, getting up and handing the hat back to Dustin. "I know how you feel about those."
"Thanks?" Steve said.
As Eddie and Steve went back to being clueless, everyone was now staring at Robin.
"What?"
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months
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Steve was pulling his sock out from underneath Eddie's bed when he saw a mysterious looking box underneath labeled: Dangerous! Curious, Steve pulled it out.
Eddie: Wait, Steve, don't!
Steve: Eddie. . .these are a box full of dinosaur toys. . .
Eddie: Yeah. . .
Steve: *eyes shining* I LOVE dinosaurs! My favorite is the triceratops. What's yours? Can we play?
A little while later. . . Wayne had gotten home early, and he knew he was in for it when he saw Steve’s car in the driveway. Eddie and his boyfriend could get a little. . .loud. He winced when he heard roaring coming from Eddie's room. He didn't expect what he heard next.
Steve: You KILLED my trike!
Eddie: And I told you it was an accident. Rexy is old and blind! He can't see where he's going!
Steve: Likely story! That's not even Rexy! That's Rexy's grandson, and he can see perfectly fine! You're just mad because my trike was prettier than your rex!
Eddie: *gasps* You take that back, Steve Harrington!
Wayne: Oh, lord.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months
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Erica to Dustin: You know if you really want to get Steve and Eddie to do what you want, you have to soften them up. Sometimes, I can soften up my parents by calling them Mommy and Daddy.
Later at Steve's house. . .
Dustin: Mommy, Daddy. . .
Steve: What the hell did you just call us?
Eddie: *sarcastically* Sorry, son, Mommy's Aunt Flo came to visit, and she's feeling a little -
Steve: Excuse me, why the hell am I the Mommy?
Eddie: Well, it looks like Daddy's sleeping on the couch tonight.
Steve: You bet your ass Daddy's sleeping on the couch.
Eddie: Hah! So, you admit that you are the Mommy!
Later. . .
Dustin to Erica: It didn't work.
Erica: Dumbass, did I say to call them Mommy and Daddy?
Dustin: Ye -
Erica: NO!
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months
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Imagine: Steve asked Eddie out on a date to the movies, but Eddie doesn't know it's a date. He invited Wayne along, thinking that Steve won't mind because Steve and Wayne liked each other, and Wayne's been wanting to see the movie with his boys. Eddie's still clueless when they show up to the theater, but Wayne doesn't miss Steve shoving the flowers back into the car, nor does he miss the fact that Steve’s wearing a nice button up. Wayne sighs and rolls his eyes before slapping Eddie in the back of his head, causing the gum to come flying out of his mouth.
"Boy, I know you're not that ignorant!" Wayne exclaimed.
"OW! Goddammit, Uncle Wayne! What?!" Eddie exclaimed.
"I don't think I'm supposed to be here, son," Wayne said.
"Why? Did you and Steve have a fight?" Eddie asked with wide eyes.
"This is a date," Wayne said, and Eddie made a disgusted look. "Between you and Steve."
"No, I think I would know if Steve Harrington wants to go on a date with me," Eddie scoffed.
"Apparently, you don't. You see that goofy grin on his face. That ain't for me," Wayne replied.
"He always looks like that," Eddie said, glancing at him, smiling when he wiggled his fingers at him.
"Yeah, whenever he looks at you," he said.
"Why?" Eddie asked.
"Lord knows. . .I'm already tired," Wayne said and plucked the keys from his hands. "I'll be taking the van. Steve can take you home. . . Stay safe."
Wayne looked at him, and Eddie blushed, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Wayne!"
"Well, at least you figured something out," Wayne said and left.
Eddie turned around and shrieked when he found Steve standing right behind him. Eddie clutched his chest.
"You scared me," he said.
"Sorry," Steve said sheepishly.
"I didn't - is this a date?" Eddie whispered.
"Yes, at least, I hoped so," Steve whispered back. "Do you not want it to be?"
"I do!" Eddie said quickly. "I just didn't know."
"Wayne had to tell you, didn't he?" Steve asked with a grin.
"Yeah," Eddie said, rubbing the back of his head.
"You're so cute," Steve biting his lip.
"You're an odd duck, you know that?" Eddie snorted. "Luckily for you, I like odd ducks."
Placing a hand on the small of his back, Steve led him into the movie theater, wearing a goofy grin that belonged to Eddie. . . Apparently.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month
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"His eyes were the color of the beginnings of autumn, green leaves turning to red when the light hit them just right right then they start turning to brown. Steve Harrington has hazel autumn eyes, dark green imbued with brown. Steve Harrington has magic eyes that change with the casting of light while my eyes are the color of mud - "
Eddie shrieked as he sat up and snatched the notebook out of her hands.
"Robin! That's private!" Eddie exclaimed.
"You left it open on Steve’s living room table for anyone to read, buddy," Robin said. "Honest to God, I thought they were your campaign notes."
"Just don't tell anyone about this," Eddie muttered.
"Yeah, everyone knows," Robin said softly.
"How?!" Eddie exclaimed.
"You did, buddy," Robin said smacking him on the shoulder. "When everyone was in Steve's kitchen and he was bent over the stove. It was your face. You leaned over and everything."
Robin leaned over, her mouth open, her eyes open in wonder.
"Oh god," Eddie said.
"You even said "great ass" very loudly," Robin said sympathetically. "It was hard to miss."
"Oh my God. Oh my God!" Eddie exclaimed.
"Don't worry, he's said on several occasions that your eyes are the color of chocolate," Robin said.
"Steve loves chocolate," Eddie whispered.
"He loves you," Robin shrugged.
"Okay, I fully accept that Steve Harrington is a boy kisser, that he accepts that I am also a boy kisser, but I refuse to believe that I, Eddie Munson, am the boy he wants to kiss," Eddie said. "Nope!"
Robin sighed and ran upstairs. She came back down with a pink diary. She flipped it open. Scribbled in the diary, over and over again, were the words: Mr. Steve Munson.
"Oh my god!" Eddie exclaimed.
"There it is!" Robin yelled.
"He's in love with my uncle!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months
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Eddie walked into Scoops Ahoy to find one employee there, and they were bent over the table, cleaning it. He tilts his head to the side to admire their ass.
Eddie: *internally* She's got a great ass.
'She' stood up and turned around. Oh shit. It was Steve Harrington. Eddie stared at him with wide eyes. Steve waved his hand, giving him a crooked smile.
Eddie: *panics in bisexual* I wasn't checking out your ass!
Then he turned around and took off. Meanwhile, Steve turned his hearing aid back on.
Steve: Goddamnit, I missed something again, didn't I?
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months
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No thoughts. Just: Steve told the kids not to burst into his house and to knock. They learned the hard way when they learned how Steve walks around his big empty house. They always knock now. However, once Eddie joined the party, they decided to prank Eddie. They told him that Steve loves it when they come over unannounced and walk right in. So when Eddie gets bored, he heads straight over to Steve’s house and walks right in.
"The kids told me to just come right over and let myself - oh, fuck!" Eddie yelped.
Steve happened to be walking towards the kitchen at the time, entering the hallway as he did, giving Eddie a very view of Steve’s completely naked body.
"The kids were saying what now?" Steve asked, his hands on his hips.
Steve in the "hands on his hips" pose. . .NAKED. Eddie snorted and blinked rapidly, trying to catch his breath. Eddie's heart was beating rapidly. Oh, this is it. This is how Eddie was going to die.
"Uh. . . They, uh, they said just to let myself in," Eddie said.
"Of course, they did," Steve said and rolled his eyes, tilting his head up causing his throat to be exposed.
This man was gorgeous. Eddie yelped and collapsed the ground. He rolled over, pressing his cheek to the ground, enjoying the way the cool tile felt against his cheek. Never once in his life had he called a guy gorgeous before, never wanted to lick his neck the way he wanted to lick Steve’s.
"Jesus, Eddie, are you okay?"
Suddenly, Steve bare feet came into view. Oh God, Eddie could see his ankle.
"No. . . I think I'm having a crisis," Eddie said.
Slowly, Steve lowered himself to the floor and laid on his back. Eddie focused on his face. If he looked down, he could see his. . . If he just reached out, he could touch it. Eddie let out a squeak.
"You know, if it makes you more comfortable, you could be naked too," Steve said.
"Really?" Eddie asked.
"I already had my crisis about you," Steve said.
"Me? Really?" Eddie asked grinning.
Steve grinned and turned on his side, supporting his head with his fist. He put his hand on his other hip. Holy fuck, that was a gorgeous view.
"Yeah. Okay. Okay. This is happening."
A few days later. . .Eddie gathered everyone together for Hellfire.
"So, I walked into Steve’s house the other day," Eddie said, watching as Dustin, Mike, and Lucas shared a look.
"And?" Dustin snickered.
Eddie knew they were hoping that he would freak. If they only knew how much he had freaked out and oh, he wished he could tell them without outing Steve and give them their own shock by telling them he got railed by their babysitter that evening. Besides, he didn't want to traumatize them.
"Nothing, we hung out all evening. He really is very welcoming. . .very open," Eddie said and tried not to laugh. "He's a good guy. We're very close now. We opened each other up and everything."
"Oh, nothing else happened?" Lucas asked as they all looked disappointed.
"Was something supposed to happen?" Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No!" The three of them said in unison.
Did he absolutely make it hell for them the evening? It was only fair. He did let up a little bit. They were, after all, the reason he and Steve got together. Happy accidents and all that. . .
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months
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Steve was honestly getting a little annoyed with Eddie following him around like a lost puppy dog. So what if he carried him out of hell? So what if he stopped him bleeding out? And it wasn't that big of a deal that he gave him mouth to mouth. Eddie, it seems, was eternally grateful.
"Seriously, man, I would do whatever you wanted me to. I am in your debt," Eddie said. "I mean, you even let me stay here at your house. You are a goddamn superhero, Steve Harrington."
Steve was getting uncomfortably pleased with the constant complaints and praise that he was getting from Eddie. It was growing a little tiresome.
"Whatever I wanted you to do? Yeah, I don't think so," Steve scoffed.
"If you told me to jump into the quarry, I would do it, man," Eddie said.
"You would not," Steve said.
"I mean it, man. What. Ever. I don't even like guys, but if you asked me too, I would get on my knees and show you how grateful I am," Eddie said.
"You would not!"
"Would!"
"Wouldn't!"
"Would!"
"Wouldn't!"
"Would!"
"Prove it!"
"Fine!"
Several moments later. . .
They were both leaning against the kitchen counter, not looking at each other. Eddie's hair was in a ponytail and he was licking his lips.
"I think I like guys," Eddie said.
"I definitely like guys," Steve said.
"You taste good, man," Eddie said as he smacked his lips. "You know what you would go great with you?"
"Do NOT tell me what would go great with me!"
"I was going to say I would go great with you," Eddie grinned.
"Oh, yeah. We would go great together," Steve said, blushing.
"But, also. . ."
"Eddie!"
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months
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Anyway, I just saw this video of a guy walking in on his roommate taking a bath with a raccoon, and I just had this image in my head.
Steve went over to the Munsons' new house to hang out with Eddie. He knocked at first, but no one answered. He knew Eddie was home. He tried the door, and it was unlocked.
"Eddie?"
"In here!" Eddie hollered.
He wasn't sure what to expect when he went into the bathroom, but it wasn't Eddie taking a bath with a raccoon.
"What?"
"Oh, yeah, I rescued a raccoon! Poor little guy got in the flour. Kids, am I right?" Eddie scoffed.
"Okay, but I don't think it was necessary to get into the bath with him," Steve said.
He was relieved to see that Eddie was wearing swim trunks.
"I know it wasn't necessary," Eddie said. "I think he wants you to say hi. Don't worry. I took him to the vet. Clean Bill of Health, and he's had all his shots. Let him sniff your hand."
"Okay. . ."
Steve reached over and let him sniff his hand. He slowly started to pet him, and he smiled when the raccoon leaned into his hand.
"Aww, I think he wants you to be his mommy," Eddie said.
"I'm a man," Steve said.
"A man can be a mom if he wants to. Get with the times! It's 1986, man! Besides, they're all just made-up words. You can call things whatever you want to. For instance, I call spoons forks and forks spoons now. Does it piss Wayne off a little when I ask him for them? Yes. Does he love me a little less for it? Probably. I'm still his nephew, though," Eddie said.
"Jesus."
"No, Eddie," he grinned.
"How can someone be this adorable and this annoying at the same time?" Steve asked.
"If I didn't know any better, I think you wanted to be more than just my boyfriend," Eddie said.
"I'm your boyfriend?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, you're my friend, and you're a boy. You're my boyfriend," Eddie said.
"Have you just been calling me that in your head?" Steve asked.
"It sounded good to me," Eddie said.
"Do you call your other guy friends your boyfriend?" He asked.
"No, that would be weird," Eddie scoffed.
"But not weird with me?" Steve asked.
"Nope!"
Steve giggled and knelt by the tub. He grabbed the back of Eddie's neck and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. He pulled back and watched Eddie's eyes light up in realization, his cheeks pink.
"Oh, yeah. That makes more sense," Eddie said, and he kissed Steve. "You know, this tub is big enough for the both of us."
Steve was now in the bathtub, stripped down to his boxers as he and Eddie bathed a raccoon.
"By the way, I'm not telling Robin that this is how we got together," Steve said.
"Yes, you are. You're going to tell her every single detail, and you're going to love every moment of it," Eddie cackled. "What shall we name our son, mother?"
"Hmm," Steve said thoughtfully. "Dustin!"
"It shall piss off Dustin the First mightily so! Yes!"
"And let's get him a little hat!"
"Let's!"
And when he told Robin the story of Eddie and the raccoon, she laughed so hard she fell off the couch. And she finally did meet raccoon Dustin, she became smitten. . . Mostly to use him whenever human Dustin pissed her off. She would always declare that this was her favorite Dustin.
And so, they lived strangely ever after. . .
THE EN . . . Fuck, Raccoon Dustin ran off with the d. Him and his little bandit hands. 😑
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months
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Hawkins has been saved, Vecna defeated. Everyone helped, but it was Eddie was now a vampire of some sort with wings. Steve, filled with euphoria of having won, slapped Eddie's ass like the jock that he is.
Steve: Good game.
Eddie: *moans* Harder.
Now, everyone is looking at him, and his eyes go wide. He stretched and slapped his knees.
Eddie: Well, I'm just going to go make sure that the gate is really closed for good. Hmm, look at the time.
He spread his wings and flew up into the sky. They all watched him fly high in the sky, and they could still hear him off in the distance.
Eddie: *shrieking* Shit, shit, shit, shit!
Robin: I guess he hasn't made the connection that if we're okay with him being a vampire, then we're okay with him being anything else. You're going to need a bigger net to catch that crazy flying fish, Romeo. *slaps Steve’s back* Good luck. Maybe try lassoing him.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months
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Steddie's kid, let's call her Lizzie, got Steve as her teacher, walks into class.
Lizzie: Hey, dad.
Student: You're not supposed to call him that.
Lizzie: But he doesn't like it when I call him mom.
Eddie: *who's the music teacher walks by* You tell him, Lizard.
Lizzie: Papa!
Same student: Oh my god! Is that what Lizzie stands for?
Eddie cackled all the way down the hallway while Lizzie slapped a hand to her face.
Lizzie: It's Elizabeth. You dingus.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months
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After the town insists on calling his club a cult and he ends up framed for murder:
Eddie: Well, it wasn't going to be a cult before. It certainly is now!
Just out of sheer pettiness.
Steve: *reading the newspaper with his glasses on his nose* Yeah, that would be a no, Eddie.
Eddie: That would be a yes, Steve.
Steve: *without looking up* And what would your cult be doing?
Eddie: Evil stuff.
Steve: *scoffs* Sure.
His new cult ended up mostly rescuing cats and finding them homes when Eddie started driving around town trying to find evil stuff for him to do. Word got around about his rescuing cats, and they realized that they had been wrong about him all along.
Eddie: I don't understand why they're no longer afraid of me and my new cult.
Steve stared at him. Eddie was currently sitting on the floor with a kitten sleeping in his front vest pocket and more climbing over him. Steve watched one jump from his shoulder to the top of his head.
Steve: You got me. You look absolutely terrifying.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months
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Summary: Steve and Eddie bond over hating Billy Hargrove, and then they suck face.
Steve dove into the closet and leaned against the wall, sliding a broom through the handles of the storage closet. He sighed in relief as he leaned his head back. He froze and tensed up when a pair of boots appeared under the door. They stood there for a moment before stomping away. Steve moved back into the storage closet and turned around to find the light. Suddenly, it came on, and Eddie Munson was staring at him, only inches away from his face. Steve jumped and stopped himself from screaming outloud.
"Did you just lock me in here with you?" Eddie asked.
"Sorry, Hargrove is out there, and I do not want to face him," Steve said quickly.
"Keep that fucking broom exactly where it is then," Eddie said and slid to the floor. "And have a seat."
He patted the floor next to him, and Steve plopped down beside him.
"You hate him too?" Steve asked.
"With all my fucking heart," Eddie said. "Honestly, a little scared of the guy too."
"He's definitely a psychopath. I don't enjoy the way he stares at me or follows me. Normally, I wouldn't have a problem if a guy has a crush on me but this guy. . . Especially ones who nearly murdered me. . . Well, if it anyone else, I'd be asking for his number, but his personality is way too ugly," Steve said.
"So, you don't really care who knows that you like guys?" Eddie asked.
"I like both and no, not really. I figured you would be safe with the hanky and all," Steve replied.
"Oh, that's just a cool metalhead thing. Does it mean something?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah," Steve grinned.
"Damn. Okay, well, that explains some things then," Eddie blinked. "Not that I'm complaining or anything because I like both too. It took me a while to figure that out."
"We all figure things out on our own time. We get there eventually," Steve shrugged.
"Yeah," Eddie said softly. "I never thought I'd meet someone exactly like me, though. Bisexual. I mean, there's Hargrove, but I'd rather gouge my own eyes out. You know, most people think we have the same taste in music. Sure, he listens to heavy metal, but what that jackass mostly listens to is glam metal like Motley Crue. He's a Tommy Lee wannabe douchebag. Normally, I respect all music but I hate Tommy Lee."
"He dresses like a douchebag too," Steve said. "He's abusive to everyone, including his own stepsister. He's racist too. I had to pull him off one of the kids I babysit. He nearly caved my face in."
"He's a fucking monster. His father's just as monstrous, I heard, but it doesn't justify him passing it on, especially if it's his kid stepsister. Honestly, I'd rather have you back as king," Eddie said.
"Seriously?" Steve asked.
"If you think you were bad, think again. I wouldn't even classify you as a bully. You actually tried to keep some of those jocks in line," Eddie said.
"I just never thought it was all that funny that they did that. It never made sense," Steve said.
"Well, then, it makes you a million times smarter than they are, big boy," Eddie said, nudging him.
"You know, I think he's probably gone by now," Steve said.
"Or he's lying in wait," Eddie whispered, leaning in close to whisper in his ear.
Steve could feel his breath against his skin, and he shuddered. Eddie placed a hand on his leg and caressed his knee gently.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked softly.
"Getting closer to you, it's kind of scary out there," Eddie said coyly. "What's your favorite kind of music?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure if I have a favorite kind. It's kind of all over. I don't really lean towards one genre. I do, really like Queen and Bob Seger," Steve said.
"That's respectable. Queen always rules," Eddie said. "I've listened to Bob myself."
Eddie moved his hand from his knee to his chest, rubbing his ringed fingers against Steve gently. He was practically snuggled against Steve’s side. Steve looked down at his hand before finally looking at him. Their faces were very close now, their lips almost touching.
"There's something that I didn't tell you," Eddie whispered.
"What?" Steve asked.
"What eventually led me to realize I liked both. . .is you," Eddie said.
"Yeah?" Steve asked hopefully.
"Yeah."
Steve leaned forward and closed the distance between them, his lips pressing against Eddie's in a soft, tender kiss. Eddie moved against him, cupping the back of his head and pulling him deeper into the kiss. Steve opened his mouth, allowing Eddie's tongue inside. It wasn't enough for Eddie, however. He needed to be closer to Steve. He threw his leg over Steve and straddled his waist as he sunk down into his lap. Eddie gasped and licked into Steve’s mouth as he gripped the nape of his neck. Steve broke the kiss, gasping for breath.
"Freshman Steve is screaming inside me right now," Steve said.
"Wait. . .you've had a crush on me since you were a freshman?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah."
"Loser," Eddie cackled and kissed him deeply while Steve laughed against his lips.
Steve broke the kiss again, grinning.
"We should probably leave before we develop a problem," Steve said.
"But Steve, what if he's still out there?" Eddie asked and paused. "Besides, what if I want to develop a problem?"
Steve laughed and leaned his forehead against Eddie's.
"If he's still out there, I'll protect you," he said teasingly.
"Steve Harrington, my hero. Well, come on, big boy, let's face the music," Eddie said.
They stood up and slid the broom out of the handle. They opened the door and slowly walked out of the closet. They looked both ways down the empty hallway. The coast was clear.
"Wait, why were you hiding in the closet?" Steve asked.
"I hook up with the janitor sometimes," Eddie replied.
"You do not! Art is a happily married man," Steve said.
"Okay, so, I don't," Eddie cackled and paused. "Wait, why are you on a first name basis with the janitor?"
"I eat in the storage closet sometimes," Steve said. "When I can't use my car."
"Not anymore. Art is going to have to be disappointed. You're sitting at our table from now on," Eddie said. "Jesus H Christ, storage closet and your car? I want to eat your face."
They walked down the empty hallway, their pinkies brushing up against each other's occasionally.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months
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Sorry, I just got the image of Claudia sitting in between Steve and Eddie, showing them baby pictures of Dustin. Dustin isn't even home. Apparently, they get together, have tea, and talk about Dustin's attitude. Dustin really doesn't really find out about it until Dustin goes to Steve's and finds a copy of one of his baby pictures nestled on Steve’s mantle with the other pictures of the party. He goes over to Eddie's to make a complaint when he finds that Eddie has one too. It's baby Dustin in his first hat.
"Your Grandpa Wayne loves that one," Eddie said fondly. "He loves hats."
"How long is this joke going to go on for?!" Dustin exclaimed.
"How long are you going to keep letting us know that you don't like it?" Eddie asked.
Dustin, of course, shrieked and stormed out.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 12 days
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Eddie: *holding a family photo* Steve, you don't look like either of your parents.
Steve: Yeah, I'm adopted. My biological mother ran away before I was born.
Eddie: How in the fuck -
Steve: Yeah, my mom never explained, and I was too afraid to ask.
Eddie: Robin!
Robin: Don't ask me. The more that I learn about Steve’s family, the more questions that I have.
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