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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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Forgotten Valentine’s

Robin walks into the break room, where Steve’s trying to get through an article in a magazine he picked up because even on break he’s bored. “Steve? Eddie came to drop this off for you.”

Steve perks up. “Eddie’s here?”

Robin snorts. “No, he popped in for literally like eight seconds, threw this at me with instructions to give it to you, and ran out again.”

Steve grins. “Did he run into the door?”

Robin grins back. “And cursed at it on his way out.”

Steve sighs happily as he takes the note.

Stevie,

Wear something nice tomorrow, big boy. I’m picking you up at 11am sharp.

Robin judges him with her eyebrows. “You two are the bane of my existence.”

“Uh-huh. And Nancy?”

“An angel and the light of my life and can do no wrong, shut up, Steve.” She sighs happily, the exact sound Steve had made less than a minute earlier.

He decides not to point it out.

———————

He does, actually, wear something nice the next day. Eddie does pick him up at 11am, Springsteen playing on the radio, which makes Steve grin at Eddie and lean in for a quick kiss.

“Okay, yes, I love you too, but I’ve got plans, sweetheart, and those plans do not involve getting sidetracked by those lips of yours. Which should be legally classified as a weapon, ‘cause damn, baby.”

Steve just laughs, so in love. “You’re so weird.” He means I love you, and they both know it, so Eddie just shoots him a toothy grin in response.

He takes Steve to a wildflower field. “I considered just getting you flowers, but then I figured this would mean even more, right? So. Tell me what you want. Or pick them yourself, even.” He grins and stretches to grab actual gardening shears and twine from the backseat.

“I’m in love with you,” Steve informs him. Eddie does the thing with his eyebrows where his expression gets all melty.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he says softly, then grins again and shoves the shears into Steve’s hands. “Start pickin’, sweetheart.”

Steve laughs, grabs the shears, and runs out of the car.

After they’ve collected almost a full bouquet—and run for their lives from a bee from an ill-picked flower—they tumble back into the car, love-drunk and giggly, before Eddie manages to collect himself.

“Okay, wow, I’m starting to think buying the flowers would’ve been worth it,” he teases, and Steve just laughs at him. “Anyways. Um. How does a movie sound? I know it’s not necessarily super romantic or whatever but I feel like we could use some down time.”

“Sure,” Steve laughs. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine work for you?”

“Always,” Steve promises, and Eddie’s eyebrows do the thing again, so he reaches to grab Eddie’s right hand and run his thumb over the knuckles.

They head back to the trailer, find a vase for the flowers, and cuddle in closer than absolutely necessary for the movie.

Eddie sneaks away halfway through, citing bathroom. Steve catches on the first time he drops something in the kitchen, but doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move, just keeps his eyes firmly fixed on the TV.

Dinner is delicious, and romantic as hell, because Eddie somehow found candles somewhere, and they don’t match but that isn’t the point, not when he’s looking at Steve with his heart in his eyes and on his sleeve.

They have spaghetti, and Eddie references that one scene from The Lady and the Tramp, and now Steve’s got his heart in his eyes, and on his sleeve, and they laugh like kids as they try—and fail miserably—to recreate the scene.

It ends with spaghetti sauce splattered on their faces and shirts and the table and somehow the wall. Steve immediately blames Eddie. Eddie just kisses him, which works really well to shut him up.

“Not that I don’t love all this,” Steve starts, surveying the table with a grin, “but is there an occasion or is this just ‘cause? Because this feels like an occasion type of thing.”

An expression flickers across Eddie’s face, there and gone before Steve has time to study it, to figure out what it means. “Just ‘cause, sweetheart, what, I can’t dote on my boy every now and again?”

Steve laughs, pulling him in by the neck to place a sweet kiss to Eddie’s lips. “I’ll never say no to that.”

———————

“Oh my god, Steve,” Robin says the next day. “You’re not gonna believe what Nancy did for me yesterday.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised that they’d both gone on dates, then immediately thinks weirder has happened and puts it out of his mind. “Tell me.”

“Okay, so I get home and there’s a note, and oh my god why are she and Eddie the same, or maybe we’re the same, which we are, but anyways. There’s just a place and time. So I get ready, because I might not know what she’s planning but I know she’s planning something, and I drive over, and it’s the Quarry, and she made me an entire fucking picnic.” She stares at him, wide-eyed, palms flat on the counter as she leans forward. “So we eat, and she has flowers, of course, it’s Valentine’s, and she was so fucking sweet, and then-”

Steve feels like an entire bucket of ice water has been poured on his head. “Wait,” he says, and oh, God, how could he forget, and that’s what the face was about yesterday- “Robs, oh my God, I’m the worst boyfriend in the history of the world, fuck.” He grips his hair with both hands, feels hot tears pricking in his eyes. Shuts them and hisses out again, “fuck.”

“Whoa,” Robin says, “okay, that’s… quite the generalization, bud, and also if it has to do with Eddie, he’s, like, ass over tits for you, I seriously doubt you could fuck up that bad-”

“I forgot,” he whispers, and she shuts up. “I forgot yesterday was Valentine’s. I- fuck, Robs, I gotta go, I gotta-”

“Steve,” Robin says, stopping his spiraling with two firm hands on his shoulders. “Calm down, or I’m stealing your keys. You can’t drive like this. Take a breath. Eddie’s not gonna hate you, okay?”

Steve takes a breath. Another. “But I forgot-”

“I know. And I’m willing to bet Eddie knows. Did he act at all different yesterday?”

“No… no, I mean, he made a face when I asked what everything was for, but then it was gone so quickly I thought I imagined it, and Robs, holy fuck, I don’t deserve him.”

Robin chuckles. “I think you two dinguses exactly deserve each other, actually. Take a breath and go talk to him. If Keith asks I’ll make something up, you know I’m good at that. Clock out, actually, don’t come back, I’ll tell him food poisoning or something. Take your boy on a date, Steve.”

“Okay,” he breathes, then nods. “Okay. I will. Thanks, Robbie.” He presses a kiss to her forehead and runs out.

———————

“You fucker,” Steve says loudly as soon as he’s in the trailer, accusing finger pointing at Eddie, who raises his hands like a kid with a cookie jar and crumbs on their face.

“I don’t know what I did, but I apologize.”

“No, shut up, you don’t get to do that, you don’t get to plan a Valentine’s date for me and then not tell me! Fuck! Eds, I’m so sorry.” He deflates, hand coming down and shoulders slumping. “I wish I could tell you I had something planned, but I didn’t. And I know there’s ways for me to remember, there’s calendars and sticky notes and shit, and I didn’t do any of that and I have no one to blame but myself and I’m sorry.”

Eddie stands, walking over to Steve to pull him into a hug. “Darling, I need you to listen to me on this, okay?” He asks seriously, pushing Steve’s head back to drop a kiss to his forehead. “I don’t care.” He waits until Steve’s brow begins to furrow before continuing. “I don’t care that you forgot. I don’t care that there might be ways to help you remember. I like you for you, not for whatever mask you wore in high school, even if I did have an embarrassing crush on you back then. Point is I’m here for you now, and the you that I’m in love with sometimes forgets some things. Who cares? Not me. I’ll never care. Every day with you is an adventure, Stevie. All the big dramatic love confessions in those romance movies you like so much are basically wedding vows, I know you know this, and there’s a reason sickness and health are in there. Sickness is as low as a person can get. Once you’ve seen them sick, you’ve seen them hurt and upset. If you can love them then, you can love them. And I’ve seen you in sickness, sweets. There’s nothing you can do to make me love you any less. There’s nothing you can do to make me regret going all out for something that made you happy, even if the reason behind it has to shift.”

Steve blinks back tears. “I hate you.”

“Mhm. Love you too. Give me a kiss, sweetheart.”

He does, pressing in close, keeping it closed-mouth but pouring in all his devotion until Eddie feels like he’s drowning in it.

“Whoa,” he murmurs when they pull back, then grins at Steve, keeping him close. “What’d I tell you, about your lips, they’re dangerous, sweets.”

“Shuddup,” Steve says, and buries his face in Eddie’s chest. “I love you so much.” He pulls back suddenly. “Robin gave me the rest of the day off, because she’s the best platonic soulmate ever, and if you’re not busy, can I take you on a date?”

“Steve,” Eddie starts, and Steve will never get over the way that Eddie just says his name. He’s so whooped. “Is this to make up for yesterday?”

Steve shakes his head. Eddie gives him a look. Steve hesitantly nods.

Eddie sighs and rests their foreheads together. “You don’t need to do that, baby.” At one point they started swaying together, and now they’re dancing in the kitchen to no music, and Steve could cry with how in love he is.

“But… you did all that, and didn’t even mention it when I forgot, and Robin says we deserve each other but I kinda feel like you’re a better man than I will ever be-”

“Steve,” Eddie says again, punctuating it with a kiss. “I’m serious. I don’t need it. You don’t need it. C’mon, c’mere, we can have a date right here, there’s a pizza in the freezer and I have movies, c’mon, just come sit with me. This is date enough for me.”

“Eds, c’mon, it’s not just a date-”

“Says who?” Eddie asks. He’s grinning like he knows Steve doesn’t have an answer. He’s right, but still.

“Eddie. It’s Valentine’s.”

“Yup. I know you love it, sweetheart, but it kinda goes against the Munson Doctrine.”

“I thought you did away with that when you kissed me.”

“Pretty sure you kissed me,” Eddie says on reflex, like he does every time. “But my point still stands. It’s nothing but a ploy to make people buy overpriced shit to make themselves feel better about themselves and their love life or lack thereof. I refuse to participate.”

Steve pauses. Grins. “Today’s the fifteenth.”

“That’s correct.”

“Candy’s discounted right now.”

“Fuck,” Eddie whispers, then starts laughing. “Alright, sweetheart, let’s go buy me candy. But that’s it. Then we’re coming back and watching a movie, deal?”

Steve grins, bright and happy and in love, as he leans in for a kiss. “Deal.”

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afewproblems · 1 year

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A Clear and Present Threat of Tongue

Sooooo this idea shook me like a rag doll and wouldn't let me go until I got it all out, this is a Steddie Stranger Things New Girl AU taking place during the first kiss episode between Jess and Nick. But its waaay longer and more angsty than I anticipated. So.

Enjoy!

It’s all Gareth's fault in hindsight.

As his best friend and confidant, Gareth really should have taken Eddie’s feelings into account when he suggested a party out loud in front of everyone.

Not that the party was a particularly bad idea, parties had been prime money making opportunities in the years before - although that had certainly dwindled, what with the murder accusations and earthquakes.

And Eddie was trying to make it a point of avoiding dealing around the kids or Hoppers disapproving glare.

So no, it wasn't so much the party.

Steve had taken it upon himself to host, as per usual, and everyone had been invited. The gremlins, Nancy and Jonathan, Argyle, Gareth, Jeff, and Robin of course without question. Gareth brought Megan Walsh with him while Robin brought another underclassman, Vickie something, she seemed cool - a little quiet for Eddie's taste but that wouldn’t be the only reason she didn’t do it for him.

Nah, Eddie was looking for something a little taller, louder, with big brown eyes and plush pink lips he wanted to sink his teeth into and an ass that wouldn’t quit even if he begged.

And Eddie didn’t beg.

It was an end of summer pool party that had extended beyond the warm sunshine and moved into the main house when the last few rays had swapped for the cool twilight of the evening.

There had been no shortage of food and drinks and a few tokes in the garage from the decent Cali strain Argyle had brought with him. The kids had gone to bed one by one leaving the rest of them to move down to the basement as Steve had put it, ‘to keep the noise to a minimum while the little shits sleep’.

The combination of weed and beer had them floating in the sweet-spot, not that everyone had partaken - Argyle and Jonathan stuck to weed only while the girls nursed their beers.

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff were the only three that were on the floor and feeling alright by the time midnight had rolled around.

“We should play a game,” Gareth says, blurting out the words from his place on the floor, he’s grinning a little with glazed eyes and wild hair splayed around his head like a halo.

And this, this should have been Eddie’s first warning.

Now Uncle Wayne had a great rule, a fantastic rule, ‘Nothing good ever happens after midnight kiddo, remember that’.

Eddie should have listened to the old man.

Jeff hums lightly from the floor and Megan perks up at the idea, shifting up to the edge of the couch, trying to catch Gareth's glazed eyes.

"What kind of game?" She says, her voice lilting and curious, Eddie smirks and elbows Gareth in the side.

Gareth huffs out a groan at the contact and rolls slightly to level a glare at the metal-head, Eddie raises his eyebrows and darts his eyes from Gareth to Megan before raising a single eyebrow.

Go for it man!

Gareth cocks his head, a confused expression pulling at his brow as his red eyes pan from Eddie to the other side of the room and back again.

Nowhere near Megan.

Just as Eddie makes to turn to wherever Gareth is looking, a small grin blooms on his best friend's otherwise lax face, the bassist sits up with a groan and shakes out his own wild mane of curls.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Choice game brochacho," Argyle laughs from the loveseat he's laid out across, Jonathan nods with his eyes closed. Everyone seems pleased with the situation if the chorus of 'sure's', and 'sounds good,' is anything to go by.

Even Steve - who Eddie can’t help but notice has also stuck to beer most of the night and seems slightly tipsy as he wanders over from the far side of the room and drops onto the floor beside him.

Steve says a quiet, 'cool,' as he brings his one knee up to his chest to lean on.

He smells of spice and pine tonight and Eddie fights the urge to curl against him.

Nancy volunteers to go first and picks dare, surprising everyone except for Jonathan and Steve, who laugh as Robin stumbles her way through crafting the perfect task for Nancy to perform.

Vickie whispers into Robin’s ear which elicits a delicate blush that settles over Robin’s cheeks and ears as she settles back against the couch with a soft smile.

“We dare you to do a cartwheel!” Robin crows, laying out her palm towards Vickie who immediately gives her an unapologetic high-five, Eddie rolls his eyes and nudges Steve beside him.

“I expected better than that coming from Buckley,” he says just slightly over a whisper level if the death glare Robin shoots at him is any indication, Steve snorts and takes another sip of his drink.

“She’s just warming up Munson, you better watch out or you’ll paint a target on your back,” Steve stage whispers back, winking as he turns his attention to Nancy who has cleared a pathway next to their little circle to attempt her cartwheel.

Eddie swallows and tries to fight down the blush that threatens to creep over his face.

Fuck. He is so unfairly pretty.

Steve's hair is remarkably untidy this evening, and his ears are slightly pink from the alcohol, and his stupid perfect jawline makes Eddie want to bite something - preferably Steve.

He’s wearing one of his little polo’s, a light yellow number that accentuates his bright brown eyes and the dotting of moles and freckles dappling his face.

Oh yeah, Eddie’s a goner.

Nancy manages to half somersault and land on all fours before jumping to her feet in an Olympic pose that draws a mix of laughter and applause from the group. Eddie watches as Steve puts down his drink and politely claps as he smiles indulgently at Nancy, Eddie frowns slightly as he tamps down a flicker of jealousy that builds in his chest.

He misses Robin stand up and stride towards Nancy before leaning in to whisper in her ear with a predatory grin. Nancy’s eyes drift from Robin to Eddie and back again, she nods once and turns back to the group, her facial expression betraying nothing.

“Oh dude, you’re in for it now,” Steve murmurs to Eddie as Nancy and Robin resume their seats in the circle.

“What?” Eddie says as Nancy clears her throat and smiles at him, it's cutthroat and shark-like and Eddie is suddenly reminded why he’s always found Nancy intimidating.

“Eddie, truth or dare?” Nancy says in a silky voice, Jonathan seems to freeze at the tone and attempts to catch his eye, shaking his head like a mad-man and slicing a finger across his throat again and again, while Steve laughs softly beside him.

“Uh, Pft, Dare Wheeler,” Eddie says with a scoff and a wide grin, he stands up and starts stretching his arms across his chest, before cracking his neck and shaking out his shoulders, “just need to loosen up first here,” he claps his hands together, “okay what sort of gymnastics you got for me miss Nancy?”

Jonathan smacks his face into his hand in the corner while Robin giggles to Vickie, Eddie catches a few muttered words, but nothing concrete. Judging from the red face and ‘O’ shaped mouth that Vickie sends his way, it's definitely not good.

Nancy clears her throat and waves her hand to catch his attention again, “eyes this way Munson,” she says slyly, and Eddie is suddenly sweating.

“Eddie Munson, I dare you to take the person sitting closest to you into the spare bedroom for seven minutes in heaven.

No one says a word for a moment.

Eddie wishes for the basement floor to open and swallow him whole. He stares at the plush fibers of the rug, wondering if it would be at all possible to smother himself by pushing his face into the carpet.

He absolutely refuses to look at Steve.

The only person sitting beside him.

He should have listened to the old man.

***

Eddie paces the small space again and again, its five steps from wall to wall and it does nothing to ease the tension in the room. He tries to figure out how to tamp down the seemingly permanent flush that has stained his face since the two of them were pushed into the room.

The door has been unceremoniously slammed shut behind them and a chorus of eight voices chant, ‘Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!’ over and over outside their temporary prison.

Damn Gareth for suggesting this stupid game, damn Nancy and Robin for conspiring against him and damn himself for his ridiculous delusional fantasy.

Steve Harrington would never want to kiss someone like him, even if he did swing that way.

This was stupid and awful, damn everything.

Steve scoffs from his position on the foot of the bed, startling Eddie slightly.

“What is the big deal,” Steve sounds much more sober, and a lot more tired now that it's just the two of them, “lets just suck it up and french a little?”

Eddie nearly feels himself short-circuit at the words.

He resists the urge to smack his head into the door and slowly turns on his heel to face Steve.

His expression is bored, if slightly irritated to be stuck in this situation, but his arms are draped loosely on the bed and his shoulders are relaxed.

Huh. Not nervous then, but there is something else…

Eddie sighs and scrubs a ringed hand across his face, "Okay fine, but don’t say suck it up and french a little--"

"Do not complain to me Munson," Steve grumbles, his voice suddenly tight, "this is your fault. Let’s just do this," he shakes his hands out, Eddie notes the slightest tremor that runs over his left hand but it disappears the longer Eddie's gaze remains on it.

Fuck.

"Okay, okay, no, Steve this is not a big deal," Eddie says, his tone is light but gentle as he crosses over to the bed, he holds out his hands for Steve to take.

Steve's eyes travel from his hands to Eddie's face, and back again. His expression flickers once before shuttering into the same bored expression from earlier. Steve clasps his hands once and squeezes them briefly before letting go and standing up to face Eddie.

"Right…not a big deal, let's just do it," Steve mumbles as he breathes out, he closes his eyes briefly and Eddie's never been this close before, he can count the freckles on his nose, "just do it Eds".

Oh god, oh god, he’s about to kiss Steve Harrington, this is fine, it's fine. It’s just a stupid party game, he can do this, he can be cool.

Eddie takes a deep breath, and raises his hands to grasp Steve by the shoulders before smoothing them down his arms, he leaves them loosely wrapped around his biceps, and Okay who the Hell gave him the right?

Focus.

He licks his lips and swallows his nerves, he can do this, he can do this!

Steve frowns, “Why are you licking your lips?” his voice pitched with confusion.

He can’t do this.

“Should I not?” Eddie manages to say without stuttering, he coats his voice with false bravado as he rolls his shoulders and widens his stance, “you want dry lips Harrington?”

Steve scowls, “No”.

“Then I’m just licking them to make them better!”

A pinched expression blooms over Steve’s face at the sudden rise in volume in Eddie’s words, he resists the urge to wipe the clammy sweat from his hands and instead lifts them from Steve’s biceps to his shoulders before placing his hands on the sides of Steve's face. Eddie’s fingers curl up into his hair behind each ear and Eddie swears for a moment he can feel Steve tilt his head into his hands -just slightly.

“Ready?” Eddie murmurs, the earlier bravado gone as his eyes dart back and forth between Steve’s own. He’s looking just slightly up at Eddie, the barest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Ready,” Steve affirms with a small nod that jostles Eddie's hands.

“Okay,” Eddie breathes out through his nose slowly, “1, 2 -- I’m actually not going to do a count,” he lets go of Steve’s face, it’s too much, it’s ridiculous and Eddie feels as though he’s about to fly apart at any moment.

Steve doesn’t move but his eyes trail after Eddie's hands as they fall from his face before coming back up to meet Eddie’s gaze, “Okay?”

Eddie swallows, it feels like glass going down, this is not how he saw his night going, “That's not my style, when I kiss, I don’t, I don’t count down…”

Steve snorts and smiles slightly, biting his lip as he says, “Okay”.

Eddie breathes in sharply as Steve releases his lip to speak, he shakes his head once and reaches out with slightly unsteady hands, to grip Steve’s face once more, “Ready?”

Steve nods again, “Yes,” he’s looking up at Eddie with those warm brown eyes and long lashes and Eddie feels like he's going to faint.

Just move, he thinks to himself, just kiss him and then he can leave, never darken the door of the Harrington house again. He can pretend this never happened and go back to pining from afar.

Eddie steels himself and tilts his head as he leans in slowly, he sweeps his thumb across Steve’s cheekbone, he can do this, he can do this. He continues moving forward as Steve suddenly rears back with a gasp.

There’s a slight tremor in his voice, as Steve says, “I’m, I’m sorry, you can’t do that…”

Eddie jerks backwards, “What did I do?” he cries out, he flings his hands away from Steve’s face, holding them up in something akin to surrender. He wracks his brain, running through the last thirty seconds, trying to think of what could have freaked Steve out this badly.

“Your fa-” Steve starts before clamping his mouth shut with a sharp click. He’s curling in on himself now, one arm slides up from his side to grasp his other arm.

It’s Eddie’s turn to stare.

“Were you, were you going to say my face?” Eddie says quietly, stepping back from Steve entirely, his now empty fists clench and unclench at his sides. There’s a flicker of anger an hurt in his chest, what the fuck did that mean?

They stare at each other for a moment, Eddie waits for Steve to elaborate but all he gets is a silent grimace.

“Yeah,” Steve says weakly, after a beat, his eyes anywhere but Eddie’s own, “you just…you can’t do that with your face dude”.

"Don’t call me dude right now," Eddie growls, breathing in deeply through his nose, this whole situation has been fucked from the start and he can't take it anymore. He's done.

“Okay, yeah, okay,” Eddie mutters before crossing the space to the closed door and pounding the flat of his palm against it, “Let me out of here!”

Behind him, Steve sighs as he moves over to the wall of the spare bedroom and slides down it until he’s seated with his legs splayed out.

But Eddie doesn't care, he doesn't. He had prepared himself for this, he knew Steve wouldn't possibly feel the same way and now it was definitive.

That didn't stop it from stinging.

Eddie growls as he tries for the handle again and the brass does nothing but rattle rather than turn.

“Why does this door lock from the outside? That can’t be safe,” Eddie mutters to himself as he turns away from the door to face Steve once more, he leans back against it and breathes out a sigh as the chorus of, ‘Kiss, Kiss, Kiss’ renews itself with vigor just outside.

Steve sighs again and raises both hands to rub down his face before dropping them heavily to the floor on either side of him, he stares at the wall for a moment before his expression flattens again.

He looks up at Eddie with determination in his eyes before bringing his legs up to stand.

“Okay,” Steve says softly, as he steps towards where Eddie is leaning against the door, “let’s just do this already, just kiss me--”

“No.” Eddie firmly huffs, he crosses his arms in front of his chest and nearly knocks his head against the door as he realizes there is nowhere else to go, “I don’t--I’m not gonna kiss you”.

Steve pauses in his approach, he seems so much smaller than normal, and Eddie hates every moment of this.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Steve says quietly, he reaches up to pinch the tip of his nose and clears his throat, “you said it yourself, it’s not a big deal. If you don't want to do this that's, it's fine, you know how stubborn they are, I don't think they meant to lock the door--”

“I can’t--” Eddie cuts across him but Steve is still talking.

“I’m sorry that you got stuck with me,” Steve bites out, running a hand through his hair as he steps backwards now, away from Eddie, and sits on the end of the bed, “and I’m sorry that I got all weird just now, but--”

Eddie just can’t take it any longer.

“No Steve,” he says shrilly, not caring if the assholes outside the door are listening, not caring if the Loch Nora neighbors can hear him, not caring if the kids upstairs wake up, “It's, I just can’t, not like this!”

It takes a second for the words to register, they seem to float between them for a moment before each man registers what’s been said.

Steve stills on the bed, he doesn’t even look like he’s breathing, “What,” Steve says softly, “what, what does that mean?”

Oh Fuck.

“Nothing,” Eddie blurts out, his heart is racing, the air is stale and thin in the basement bedroom and Eddie feels like he can’t breathe, “I didn’t mean it like, I just, we can’t like that because it's not, you know?”

Steve stares at him from the bed, “...what?”

Eddie has to leave, he can’t be in this room anymore, pinned to the door by a pair of soft brown eyes that have pinched in the middle into a confused and terrible frown.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Eddie says quietly, briskly walking past Steve and the bed as he moves towards the far wall with the single window.

“Where are you going? Eddie!”

For the second time that night Eddie finds himself wishing he had listened to his old man.

Attempting to climb out the window of the basement spare bedroom may not have been his best plan; as he hoisted himself up to the ledge, which was already up a good five feet at least, and popped the screen off, deaf to whatever words Steve was hissing at him, Eddie found himself sitting halfway in a window-well.

About two feet from the open ground above.

And that was before his studded belt caught on the window ledge.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie grits out as he shifts backwards only for the belt to wrench him back into place, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening.

He hears a sigh behind him along with a low string of curses as quiet footsteps move away towards the far side of the room. Seven knocks sound on what he can only assume is the door in a strange pattern that halts the chant from the basement sitting room. A muffled voice he can’t quite make out says something that Steve responds to.

“Open up the goddamn door Buckley or I’ll never cover another morning shift again, we have a situation in here,” he says in a small, defeated voice.

It all happens fairly quickly after that.

Between Jeff, Nancy, and Argyle’s careful maneuvering they manage to extricate him from the window and lower him back to the floor. Nothing had prepared Eddie for the hot, tight feeling that would fill his chest as Argyle and Jeff snicker and high-five once he is back on solid ground. Nancy is smiling but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she looks from Steve and back to Eddie, expression slowly morphing into one of concern.

Robin is standing with Steve, both of them lean against the far back wall by the now open door. They seem to be having an intense whisper fight that ends with Steve storming out back into the main sitting room.

Argyle knocks into him, suddenly draping an arm over Eddie’s shoulders and snatching his attention away from Robin and Steve. He herds Eddie forward on slightly unsteady legs to follow the rest of his rescue party as they all make their way out of the spare bedroom.

“That was freakin’ hilarious dude,” Argyle says with a warm laugh and bright, slightly hazy eyes, “I mean Steve, Steve, he tried to climb out the window instead of kissing you, can you believe that?”

Steve stiffens from his new position on the loveseat but shakes his head after a beat and laughs; the sound rings hollow, a pale imitation to his usual beautiful laugh, “Eh, Robin just gets to add another tally to the ‘You Suck’ board, that’s all man”.

Argyle laughs and claps Eddie’s shoulder lightly one last time before moving towards Jonathan and Jeff, the trio grab a lighter from the coffee table and head back upstairs for another toke.

Robin and Nancy go back to join Vickie on the couch, their heads bent together in conversation, both girls looking up at Steve from time to time.

Steve, meanwhile, is steadfastly staring at the floor.

I’m an idiot, Eddie thinks miserably to himself as he takes a seat on the floor next to Gareth who doesn't seem to have moved since his suggestion of Truth or Dare.

"Hey man," Gareth says, turning his head slightly to see him better, "how'd it go?"

Eddie says nothing, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers; he wants to tell Gareth about how much of a disaster the night was, how he's ruined everything way more than he could ever dreamed of and he still didn't get a kiss out of it.

"That well huh?" Gareth hums as he sits up and brings his legs in to sit cross-legged.

The party has wound down significantly at this point, Steve has disappeared from the basement and Nancy has loudly announced she is leaving if anyone needs a ride home. Robin and Vickie trail after her with Megan not far on their heels, she sends an irritated glare their way, most likely directed at Gareth more-so than himself.

"Weird," Gareth mumbles, dragging his arm across his eyes clumsily, "I figured that would'a worked, with all the puppy-dog eyes he's been givin' you lately".

"What, uh, what?" Eddie says sharply, he must have heard him wrong or the weed has finally gotten to them, Gareth did not--

"Oh man, yeah I figured the Truth or Dare would totally give you an opening dude, you seemed on board?"

Eddie's heart is racing now, his palms sweaty, what the fuck is he talking about?

"I mean you should've seen Harrington's face when you went in, all sunny an' shit, it's that Doe face you're always talking about--"

"Gareth!" Eddie hisses, his face burning and shoulders tight, he stands up startling the other man as he paces the now empty sitting room.

He takes a deep breath and then another, bringing his hands up to press into his eyes roughly.

"Okay, okay, so you're telling me," he says slowly, dropping his hands to his sides, "that you think Steve, Steve Harrington," he points a shaky finger to the ceiling, "is in to me?"

Gareth blinks, his eyebrows slowly climb into his wild curly hair, "Uh yeah dude".

He says it like it's the simplest thing in the universe. One plus one is two, the sky is blue, and Steve Harrington has feelings for one Eddie Munson.

And suddenly, the words from earlier, the brittle broken sentence Steve uttered in their temporary prison, makes much more sense.

"I’m sorry that you got stuck with me".

Steve thought Eddie had been stuck with him?

The soft looks, small touches, and blinding grins, each tiny moment over the last few months tumble and fall together.

Oh God…

"...I am an idiot," Eddie whispers as he turns on his heel and makes his way to the stairs.

"Yeah! Get him dude!" Gareth calls after him as he flips back into the plush carpet with a laugh.

Eddie wanders the dark main floor, tiptoeing through the living room, avoiding a sea of sleeping bags and pillowed heads of the kids as he goes, there is a faint light ahead of him coming from the staircase to the second floor.

He makes his way up, careful to avoid the fifth stair as, 'it always creaks,' and the last thing he needed was Dustin, or Max, or, Ozzy forbid, Mike, interrupting.

Eddie maneuvers down the familiar hallway, and halts when he gets to Steve's room. The door is slightly ajar and, at last he’s found the source of the soft yellow light spilling down the hall and stairwell.

Eddie tips the door open, wincing at the piercing creek of the hinges as it slowly swings open revealing Steve sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. He doesn’t look up as Eddie steps into the room.

“Hey Stevie,” Eddie says softly.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets, suddenly unsure how to proceed, and awkwardly stands in the doorway, the wall to wall plaid threatens to burn his retinas but he holds firm.

There are a few things in here Steve has clearly placed himself, the plush area rug covering up most of the chic parquet flooring running through the rest of the house. A new yellow duvet that clashes with the red plaid wallpaper, but it's Steve's choice for once. The picture of the car has been replaced by a small cork board, it's covered from top to bottom in Polaroids of Steve and the kids, candids of Robin and Eddie, posed silly pictures of Jonathan and Argyle after a smoke session, and a few of Nancy and Jonathan sitting in the Byers kitchen at Thanksgiving, almost collage like but for the pins holding them in place.

The room has transformed over the last few months, and it never ceases to make Eddie smile.

“Hey Eds,” Steve sighs after a long beat.

He looks up to meet Eddie’s gaze, that same blank expression from earlier tonight painted on his otherwise handsome face.

Eddie swallows, his heart rate ticking up once again as soft brown eyes hold him in place, if he chickens out again he swears he'll fling himself down the stairs, creaky step be damned.

He opens his mouth only for Steve to speak, slowly, quietly.

"I'm sorry," Steve murmurs, his voice cracking around the words, "if that was weird today, for you".

Eddie manages to keep his face impassive as he nods, but his heart aches at what he hears, “Yeah, I mean, no it wasn't weird, just…”

Steve sits with his shoulders squared and his spine straight, stiff and still even in his own bedroom, but with each word that leaves Eddie’s mouth the line of his body slowly begins to curl in on itself.

“Just, different”.

Steve nods as his arms come up to wrap around himself again, he swipes his right hand up his bare arm up to the sleeve and down again and Eddie wants nothing more than to wrap him up in his own arms.

Steve eventually puts his hands on his knees with a muffled clap and stands up, padding across the carpet towards the door, towards Eddie.

"Well that's not the worst thing someone's called me so I'll take it," Steve says with a smirk, his big brown eyes pan between Eddie's own as though searching for something, he nods to himself.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie ventures, leaning against the open door frame, linking his ankles together as his weight shifts to one foot.

He can’t have this, someone as kind and funny and good as Steve saying these things, thinking that Eddie thinks them too.

Enough is enough.

Steve snorts, tipping his face down. A lock of hair falls into his eyes and once again, Eddie's fraying resolve finally snaps.

He pushes himself off the door frame with his shoulder, stepping into Steve’s space, and reaches out with one hand to card his fingers into Steve’s hair, pushing it out of his face.

Steve freezes at the sudden touch and proximity, "What, Ed-"

The words are lost as Eddie leans his head down and captures Steve's open lips for a kiss.

He feels Steve stiffen slightly in his arms.

Shit.

Eddie moves to pull away, cursing his own stupidity, but as he tries to pull away, Steve curls his arms around Eddie's neck and tilts his head, stepping closer into his arms.

And it's fireworks. It’s hearing Dio for the first time all over again, it’s finding out he was going to be staying with Wayne permanently. It’s jamming out with Gareth and Jeff and losing themselves in the music.

It's Steve.

Eddie brings his hands up to curl over Steve’s cheek and into his hair once more, he brings his fingers into tangle with the soft waves and gives them an experimental tug, startling a small moan out of Steve.

Eddie smiles into the kiss and takes the opportunity to lick into his mouth, letting his tongue slide over Steves, he tastes slightly like beer but Eddie doesn’t care because he’s finally kissing, and kissing, and kissing him.

Eddie breaks away after what feels like an eternity, leaning away just far enough to place a small kiss on Steve’s nose and both cheeks, which have slowly turned a pretty pink, the arms wrapped around his neck tighten slightly at the contact and Steve’s eyes flutter closed.

“I meant something like that,” Eddie whispers before leaning in again, swallowing a laugh that escapes Steve with another soft kiss to his smiling lips.

"I thought," Steve mumbles, chewing his bottom lip with harsh teeth, "I thought I messed it all up downstairs," the words are wet as Steve sniffs once and tips his head onto Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie slips his hands down from Steve's face to bring him in closer, wrapping his arms around his waist, "you didn't mess anything up, I've been wanting to do that for a long time,” he whispers in Steve’s ear, earning a hitching laugh.

“Me too Eds,” Steve mumbles into the fabric of his shirt, he pulls back slowly and tips his head up to meet Eddie’s gaze, “I think, I’ve been wanting to do that since you woke up in the hospital”.

“Sorry I took so long sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs against his lips, a smile tugging at the corners of his own.

Steve hums and closes his eyes before running his nose back and forth against the tip of Eddie’s own, “Well,” he says softly, “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me”.

Eddie laughs brightly and kicks the bedroom door shut with a snap.

Maybe his Uncle Wayne wasn’t always right.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson pov #stranger things season 4 au #new girl au #Stranger Things! New Girl AU #I basically took a bunch of dialogue from the episode where Nick and Jess kiss for the first time and turned it into this monstrosity #this turned out way longer than I intended and way more angsty #first kiss #steddie kiss #some angst #happy ending #afewproblems writes #stranger things #mutual pining

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ignoremyworld · 7 months

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FIC IDEA!!!!

it's like that one pic of Ryan Reynolds and Andrew Garfield kissing in 2017 or when Taylor Lautner and Robert Pattinson kissed in 2011

Eddie is nominated for a Grammy Award for the like album of the year or smth

He takes Steve and ofc they are both pining hard as fuck but both are oblivious.

Eddie wins the award and goes up to the stage and gives his little speech

"I want to thank my friends. All of them helped me get to where I am today."

And the team is watching at home, Dustin is yelling. will and Robin are crying. max, Lucas, and Mike are just sitting there in shock.

Eddie ends his speech with "there is one person I'd like to thank more than anything. He helped me in so many ways that he doesn't know and I hope that this will show him how thankful I am."

Que Eddie running off stage and up to Steve and giving him a fat smooch to the lips. Everyone around them screams and cheers.

While the rest of the team have joined max, Lucas, and Mike. Just sitting there with their mouths open. Robin however is laughing her ass off.

Feel free to use this but please give credit. ♥︎

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stevexeddie #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #robin buckley #modern stranger things #steddie kiss

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miryel89 · 2 years

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#steddie #fanart #strangerthings #eddiemunson #steveharrington #stevexeddie #steddie fanart #digital #myart #kiss #steddie kiss #sofa

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appledaggerst · 1 year

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"We were laying on the bed, just talking. I said that since I got out of the hospital I wasn't going to run anymore. I wouldn’t let any chances pass me by, you know? He was all quiet and kinda whispered that he agreed..."

Where Steve doesn't let anymore chances pass him by.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie fanart #appledagger #fanfic #steddie art #steddie kiss

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togeprinxess · 8 months

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Guysss come join our Facebook Harrington hive

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sleepyeye17 · 1 year

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Chapters 3 and 4 of my Steddie New Year’s Eve fic!!

Excerpt:

Steve walked the baby around the group home's playroom and watched the clock move closer to midnight. He’d signed up for the night shift tonight, letting almost everyone else go to their parties. He didn’t have anywhere to be. It was just him, the elderly Missus Clark, and the security guards tonight.

He put the latest Corroded Coffin album on the kiddie record player and started singing along as he swayed the baby.

The baby snuffled on Steve’s shoulder. She’d been born a Jane Doe, and Steve was trying to come up with a name for her. Missus Clark usually just went alphabetically down a list, which would make this baby Jessica, but Steve liked names to be meaningful.

This little girl was a real howler, left at the hospital with FAS and a prenatal drug addiction. She was out of the woods now, but still in a lot of pain. The only thing that could get her to shut up was metal music, much to the amusement of the staff. The doctor said it was the pounding rhythm that reminded the baby of a heartbeat, but Steve secretly thought the girl was impressed by anyone who could outdo her rage. Alice Cooper was her favorite, especially Poison , and Steve wondered if she might somehow understand the lyrics, like a secret message from addict to addict that went beyond language.

Tonight he wasn’t in the mood for Alice Cooper. It was approaching midnight on New Year’s Eve, and that meant Corroded Coffin. It was tradition, after all.

“Will I see you tonight? (Bada dada da da)” Steve sang, complete with instrumental vocalizations, bouncing the little girl in time with the music. “ On a downtown train? (Bum bum bum bum)”

He hadn’t spoken to Eddie for over a year. It hadn’t been difficult to avoid the guy. Eddie had mostly stayed on the road, then done a stint in rehab. Dustin had told Steve that Eddie was now sober and single, and Steve had pretended not to care. He’d said his bit, twice over. If Eddie had wanted him, he knew where to find him.

“ I know your window and I know it's late, I know your stairs and your doorway... I walk down your street and past your gate… I stand by the light of the four way.”

The doorbell rang, and Steve ignored it. The others could handle it. They’d had a spate of ding-dong-ditch-the-baby recently, what with the cold weather and the increasing drug problem around Hawkins. Missus Clark could handle that. Steve couldn’t put down this girl or she’d start screaming again.

“And watch them as they fall, oh baby, they all having their heart attacks… They stay at the carnival, But they'll never win you back.”

There was a shriek downstairs, and Steve stopped moving. Missus Clark had a panic button, and there was always a security guard at the door, but maybe… Steve’s responsibility in an emergency was to lock down the upper floors and guard the kids. He turned off the record and paused at the door, waiting for another sign of distress. The baby started whimpering at the new quiet, and Steve bounced her on his hip a few times.

“Shhh-shhh-shhh.”

He heard footsteps on the stairs, and Missus Clark’s reedy voice saying,

“He’s right up here with our newest arrival. He’s awake, she never sleeps. She only ever sleeps to your type of music, which we all find very funny.”

Steve stopped breathing. It couldn’t be. Why would it be? Of course not. Maybe it was Jeff, Jeff came by sometimes to visit Missus Clark.

There was a knock on the door, and Steve jumped back.

“Come in,” he said, his voice cracking.

“Stevie, there’s a visitor for you.”

It was.

Eddie looked better than he had in the tabloids. Steve had seen the headlines, seen Eddie’s emaciated body being wheeled into the rehab facility: pale, greasy, haunted. He wasn’t as thin, now, or as pale, and his hair was back to its original thick curls. Eddie bit his lip when he saw Steve.

“Hi,” he said.

#steve harrington #steddie #steddie fluff #steddie kiss #new years eve #dad steve harrington #babysitter steve harrington #Foster parent Steve Harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #Joe Quinn #joe keery #joseph quinn #Song Fic #tom waits

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nephilimeq · 2 years

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Steddie Kiss

I put this together over the past few days. Really happy with how I got the texture on the vest, as well as all the small details that lets you know that it’s our boys, Steve and Eddie, such as the rings and Steve’s moles.

(also, a reminder that I am still learning and still kinda suck at this)

#stranger things #steddie #steddie fanart #steddie kiss #steve harrington #eddie munson #art npheq

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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u wanna know what would cure my chronic illness ? canon steddie kiss

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daybreaklynx · 2 years

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steddie chuu

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #art #fanart #steddie #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #gay #steddie kiss #they're real cuz i said so

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bisexual-cryptid · 2 years

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steve is kind of obsessed with kissing eddie. he has kissed many people in his life but he’s never been so enamored by it. he just completely loses himself in it. he’ll kiss him for hours, their lips getting red and raw but he couldn’t care less.

he loves tangling his hands in eddie’s hair, tugging just slightly to pull a soft noise from his throat. he loves how eddie’s hands wander everywhere when they kiss, never staying in one place for too long. he loves how sometimes it’s messy enough he has drool sliding down his chin afterwards. he loves how cared for and loved he feels when eddie kisses him. he loves everything about it. if it were up to him, the two of them would never stop kissing until the day they died.

#stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #headcanon #steddie kiss #prompt #drabble

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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

For @madigoround

If Eddie is being honest with himself—which is something he always tries to do—then he thinks it probably started during Spring Break.

No… it definitely started during Spring Break. “For your modesty?” What the hell, past Eddie? And, he notes, he hadn’t actually gotten his vest back. Dammit. He spent a lot of time on his battle vest.

So, okay. Spring Break. Which is an absolutely shit time to discover you have feelings for someone. Which is probably why his brain buried it. And kept it buried. Until, roughly, the moment he and Steve are standing in Steve’s kitchen, helping Robin with drinks.

And sure, they’re standing way too close. But it’s still Steve Harrington, so his brain keeps the feelings buried.

Then he stays over that night, because why not, and wakes up in the middle of the night to Steve screaming.

Not just that; he’s screaming Eddie’s name.

He jumps out of bed, barely avoiding getting caught by the sheets. He doesn’t know what’s going on—almost doesn’t want to know what’s going on, based on that past spring—but he barges into Steve’s room anyways, eyes wide and wild, scanning for the threat.

Nothing.

Nothing physical, he internally amends, because Steve’s definitely in the throes of a nightmare.

Eddie is lost. He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know how to help, only knows what he does which probably isn’t going to help in this situation, he doesn’t even know if touching him will help or not-

He touches him. Gently, on his shoulder, barely nudging him. “Hey, Steve,” he murmurs. “Hey, it’s okay.” Nothing, so he says his name again, a little bit louder, then a third time.

It doesn’t seem to help, but about a minute later Steve sits up with a gasp, sending Eddie skittering back because he does not want to be within arm’s range right now, he’s seen Steve’s right hook and doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of that.

It’s dark in his room, and Eddie belatedly realizes that he’s backlit from the window, since the light from the hallway is landing on the bed. “Hey,” he murmurs again, hands up, like he’s calming a wild animal. “Hey, you’re okay. Just a dream, Steve.” He continues to speak calmly, clocking the way Steve’s breath continues to come in sharp gasps, clocking the way his eyes flit to the nail bat, just behind Eddie.

Eventually Steve calms down enough to hear Eddie’s voice, and he’s immediately shaking his head. “Oh, god, no, no, that’s not possible, you’re- you’re dead, I watched you die-”

“Didn’t die, Stevie,” Eddie promises him, coaxes him back down again. Offers pancakes, of all things, because Eddie’s brain is an impulsive bastard on the best of days.

It gets Steve to smile, though, so he counts it as a win, shoving down the little fluttery feeling in his diaphragm (which, why are butterflies always described as being in the stomach when they clearly aren’t, whoever named them had an awful concept of the human body).

He shoves the feeling even lower when he follows Steve back to his room after, climbs in the other side of the bed, breathing steadily as Steve falls back asleep.

He awakens when Steve does, because somehow, sometime during the night, they’d moved together, Eddie flat on his back and Steve on his stomach, head tucked into Eddie’s neck, arm across his abdomen, and one leg over both of his. They’re cuddling, there’s not really another name for it, and Eddie’s brain alerts him the second Steve moves, so he sees the adorable (what the fuck, brain) squint on Steve’s face when he tries to figure out, still half-asleep, what’s going on. Eddie asks him a question and he takes an adorably (again, brain, why) long time to process and answer with a shake of his head, so Eddie gently coaxes him to lay down again.

It’s not even a conscious decision to put his hand through Steve’s hair, his hand just does it, but it works to relax Steve so he continues, scratching lightly at his scalp and letting out the barest huff of a laugh when it causes Steve to hum. He really is cute, Eddie’s brain thinks out of nowhere, and he freezes for a solid forty-eight seconds as he tries to process that thought.

And the thing is, his brain isn’t wrong. Objectively, Steve Harrington is a beautiful individual. Everyone, including Steve, knows it. So Eddie thinks that’s all it is, his brain just catching up, especially since he sought Eddie out for comfort. That’s a thing, right? Like ducklings imprinting. Except instead of a duckling it’s a guy a little bit younger with him with more trauma than he has.

That’s totally a thing, he thinks, and then doesn’t think about it again.

Until Steve wakes up again. They make a fucking pact, saying they can call each other whenever, and Eddie’s traitorous brain has to confirm that he can call Steve too. And Steve, serious as anything, confirms.

Three nights pass—not that Eddie’s counting—before he wakes up gasping, tears in his eyes and a desperate whine in his throat. He’s grabbing for his phone before he realizes, dialing the number he’d memorized without trying. “Come over?” He asks when Steve answers.

“Yeah. I’ll be right there.”

Eddie promises to unlock the door. He does so, then sits on a couch in a daze, still halfway stuck in the dream. He flinches when the door opens, even though he rationally knows it’s just Steve.

“Hey,” Steve says.

Eddie squeezes his sleep pants. “Hey.”

Then Steve breaks the script, saying, “I was about to call you,” and Eddie’s heart plummets even as his breathing picks up.

Somehow they end up with Eddie on top of Steve. Their arms are locked around each other, Eddie’s vaguely reminiscent of his leg being put into a hold, which he pressed into (what the fuck, brain), and his nose is shoved into Steve’s throat as his tears begin to lessen.

He feels something wet on his forehead, realizes Steve had been crying too, and conversely feels better about the whole thing. They end up giggling like kids, half-hysterical, arms still around each other but no longer squeezing, and Eddie doesn’t miss the touch as much as he usually does when they finally part.

He knows Wayne’s got the night shift, which is the only reason he thinks to grab his guitar in the first place. Steve readily agrees, which should not make his heart skip a beat the way it does, what the fuck, but he grabs it and starts playing, first the “Master of Puppets” intro he’d been working on, then just playing around for a bit until he hits on a melody that he thinks could work for the song he’s writing, hang on-

But Steve’s there, laying with his head off the edge of the bed, which should not be as endearing as it is, get with the program, brain, but Steve says yes, says he think’s Eddie’s a genius, and-

Oh, fuck. Not again.

Eddie’s been in his fair share of quickies, in the bathroom or behind the bar or God-knows-what, just straight guys trying to get it out of their system, and he’s an easy target and he knows it, all sharp lines and angles with hair like a girl’s, and he even flags for fuck’s sake, and he knows what desire feels like, is the point.

This… isn’t that. Well, it’s not just that. There’s definitely desire, but it’s low-level, overrun by the keep protect hold keep mine cherish thrumming through his veins like a dragon.

He’s falling for a straight man. And he doesn’t think he wants to stop. He’s not a complete idiot; he knows Robin is a friend of Dorothy’s too, knows that Steve knows she is, knows that he doesn’t treat her any differently for it. So he (probably) won’t treat Eddie any differently, either.

Eddie decided to bury it deep down and just not ever think about it again ever.

Then Steve brings him breakfast, and he really has no chance.

And listen. He knows they were both leaning in. He knows Steve was looking at him with something close to adoration shining in his eyes.

He knows kissing Steve is a bad idea. So he pulls back.

Until El, and Dustin, and the entire fucking Party demand cheek kisses, and, well, this is right up Eddie’s alley, isn’t it?

So he gets a kiss, and he gives a kiss, and suddenly it’s a thing, and they’re doing it when it’s just them alone in Eddie’s trailer or Steve’s house or once—accidentally, it was a reflex, thank fuck the store was empty—in Family Video.

Then Steve calls again, breath hitching, and Eddie’s instantly awake even if his voice isn’t, rough and low, and he hears the doubt in Steve’s voice, trying to play it off, and that won’t stand. “I’m coming over,” he says, and it’s not a question, and then he needs Steve to know it’s okay, and his brain blurts out, “I’m glad you called.”

There’s something in Steve’s voice giving him pause as he grabs his keys, ends up grabbing a stack of blankets too, tossing them into the back of his van before turning the ignition.

He silently berates himself the entire drive over, because what the fuck, brain, that was not a straight thing to say, and he’d practically panicked and ended the call before either of them could say anything else.

He drives over, grabs the spare, and lets himself in. Lets himself look. The way Steve’s sitting before he knocks, with his legs up to his chest and his arms looped around his knees, chin on one knee, staring blankly into the distance. How he shifts and begins to open up when he sees Eddie, but Eddie knows him, knows that line of tension, and takes him for a drive.

He doesn’t comment on the Harrington stretched across the back of his shoulders from the hoodie Steve had tossed at him.

He doesn’t comment on the Dio playing, talking about running away. Doesn’t comment on them holding hands. Doesn’t comment when Steve begins to nod along to the songs.

Just smiles when they pull up to the field. Tells Steve he has blankets, and they can sit or lay, or he can run, and he sees the grateful look in Steve’s eyes before he takes off running, going around the field almost twice before slowing to a jog and cutting across, a beeline headed directly for Eddie and the blankets.

His hand touches Steve’s hip. Their hands touch.

Steve starts crying, starts saying how their friendship has to end, and Eddie’s heart plummets. “I think I’m in love with you,” Steve whispers, and Eddie’s heart stops entirely before restarting.

He manages a laugh, a joke, “I thought I was falling for a straight boy,” and the way Steve smiles at him, so full of hope and wonder and love-

Keep protect hold keep mine cherish, says the dragon inside of Eddie, and as their lips meet, Eddie agrees.

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