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afewproblems · 10 months

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Ooo steddie and #78 could be so good

78. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

Thank you nonny, I hope I've done the prompt justice!

"How did I get so lucky," Steve mumbles tiredly into the planes of Eddie's pale back.

He's fast asleep on his front, passed out with a blissed out smile still pulling at his mouth, his face turned towards Steve on his pillow.

Steve leans down and kisses his naked shoulder, watching the steady rise and fall of Eddie's breathing and the way the moonlight filtering through Steve's bedroom window paints his skin silver.

It's new, this thing between them, but Steve's heart has never cared about things like that.

He's all in already, not that Eddie needs to know.

Steve's not stupid enough to scare him away with something like this, big feelings that happened way too quickly.

Steve absently traces one of the jagged demobat scars, and sighs contentedly.

He can let himself have this, he can let himself say it just this once, no consequences.

"I love you," he whispers, letting the words hang in the quiet room.

"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie mumbles, making Steve freeze.

Fuck.

Eddie rolls over and sits up, swiping a hand over his face and into his hair. He flips a handful of curls out of his eyes and smiles broadly, but it disappears the moment he sees Steve's stricken expression.

"You weren't supposed to hear that," Steve manages to say, his heart in his throat.

He lifts his gaze to the window behind them, briefly calculating the likelihood of breaking his leg by jumping out the window or how quickly the cops would be called for indecent exposure.

He could always lock himself in the bathroom -it's the least outlandish plan and one that won't result in bodily harm or an arrest.

He startles again as a gentle hand caresses his cheek.

"Where did you go?" Eddie murmurs, he still looks concerned, and a bit confused now, his big brown eyes flick back and forth between Steve's own.

"Do I need to radio the party babe? Because I'm not that keen for them to catch us with our pants down".

Eddie's grinning as he says it but his brow is pinched and Steve can't take his big brown eyes staring with such open concern.

"It's okay, Eddie, really," Steve mumbles.

His fingers gather the fabric of the sheets into his fists as he brings them up to further cover himself.

"You don't have to pretend you didn't hear me, we can, you can," he bites his lip and takes a deep breath through his nose.

He can do this, he can do what he should have done for Nancy.

"You don't have to stay here and pretend--"

"Woah, woah, what the fuck are you talking about?" Eddie says sharply, he turns to face Steve fully, letting the sheets pool around his hips.

"Please don't make me say it again," Steve croaks, his voice brittle and wane in the quiet room.

The words, you're bullshit, we're bullshit, echo distantly, again and again.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says gently, "I don't understand what you're talking about".

Steve swallows, feeling as though his chest is about to crack in two with how fast his heart is beating, "I said I love you."

Eddie stares blankly at him, lifting his hands in a go-on, motion.

"I…it's too soon," he picks at a loose thread hanging from the sheet fabric twisted between his fingers, "isn't it?"

At this Eddie softens entirely.

He sucks his teeth and pulls Steve towards him with a long sigh.

"Sweetheart," Eddie murmurs into Steve's hair as he nuzzles his ear, lifting his face to nibble gently on the lobe, "darling, light of my life, oh fairest knight, my honey nut cheerio--"

"Okay, knock it off," Steve groans as he tries to get out from Eddie's arms but they tighten around Steve, holding him in place.

"My love," Eddie hums, making Steve pause, "oh you like that one huh?"

Eddie leans back and lifts his hand to tip up Steve's chin, from this angle Steve can see the barest of freckles dust over his nose and the crinkles at the edges of his eyes.

They're too young for wrinkles but Steve can see where they will eventually make their home, a whole future on Eddie's face.

"Who says it's too soon? Fuck that," he says roughly now, his brown eyes flit between Steve's own, "I love you too, no take backs".

Eddie swipes his thumb over the crest of Steve's cheek, catching a tear he hadn't realized was there.

No, not now.

Steve tries to duck his head, to wipe his eyes and pinch his nose but Eddie beats him to it as he leans in to lay smacking kisses all over, on his closed eyes, Steve's cheeks, his chin -which Eddie pauses to nibble on just like his ears, before finally attempting to place a gentle kiss against his lips which have pulled into a wide giggling grin.

"Be serious Steve," Eddie huffs, tamping down his own smile, "shit, how am I supposed to kiss my boyfriend when he's laughing like a damn loon?"

Steve feels like crying all over again.

"Say it again," Steve murmurs, his eyes still closed, some small part still worried if he opens them this will all disappear.

"My boyfriend," Eddie hums, pressing one last kiss to Steve's nose, "I'll say it as many times as you need me to until you believe it Stevie".

"I love you," Eddie whispers again as he tilts Steve's face up before kissing his lips. It’s chaste but the way he sucks on Steve’s bottom lip as he pulls away and waggles his eyebrows makes Steve sigh.

"What do you say I take my boyfriend to bed?" Eddie says softly against Steve's lips as he climbs over him, bracketing his hands on either side of Steve's head.

"I'd say we're already here you dork--"

The rest of his sentence is lost in a grunt as Eddie let's himself fall into Steve, muttering about how vengeance will be nearly as sweet as him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #established relationship #hurt and comfort #oh steve you sweet muffin #steve x eddie #afewproblems writes #afewproblems answers #making the blorbos kiss #this is so sweet and fluffy i can sell it at a carnival for profit #get ready for tooth rotting fluff over here

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navnae · 1 year

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What if Steve always make the biggest sundaes for Eddie with a plethora of toppings that cover the entire ice cream because he loves putting the skills he’s developed from scoops to good use. Both of them spend their days eating delicious ice cream while being the cutest couple ever.

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garbageratsinatrenchcoat · 23 days

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Wait you don't like cake? Why didn't you tell me sooner?! Here I am giving you cake when you don't even like it!

I thought you knew

#edward hyde #answered #edward hyde asks #certified court jester #Eddie has a sweet tooth but only for VERY specific things

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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Dustin Henderson as Sweet Tooth, Steddie as Jep finding Dustin

Steve and Eddie are still reeling from the loss of their own hybrid son when they stumble upon a hybrid named Dustin, who is looking for his mother. They help him look for her. Along the way, they end up caring for Dustin and end up falling in love with each other all over again. They find a way to move forward.

#stranger things #dustin henderson #gaten matarazzo #dustin stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things au #sweet tooth au #stranger things fanart #fanart #rueleigh's art #fanfiction writing prompt

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buddie-fic-recs-this-way · 1 year

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impulse

—if you love these two being idiots in love, this one’s for you!

author: Chancy_Lurking | rated: t | words: 1.2k |ao3 link

summary:

The habit only rears its head occasionally now that he’s older and well past having had most of any jumping, squealing happiness squeezed out of him. One or two times with past girlfriends—one or two times with Abby, but by then, a different sort of kissing made sense in that context.

It does not make sense in the context of his best friend who definitely hadn’t done anything to invite that kind of attention.

(Buck kisses on impulse when he’s really, really happy. It hasn’t been an issue lately.)

—kels reasons to read—

it’s ridiculously cute and sappy

cue oblivious buck!

pining eddie (he’s so tired (fondly))

#buddie #buddie fic #fic rec #eddie diaz #evan ‘buck’ buckley #911 fox #getting together #first kiss #tooth rotting fluff #soft and sweet

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sweettoothvn · 2 months

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Peek-A-Boo!

#sweet tooth vn #sweet tooth eddie #sweet tooth noble #sweet tooth david #sweet tooth kieran #sweet tooth zach #sweet tooth andre #sweet tooth casey #sweet tooth chrys

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flavorcrash · 1 year

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Doodle Dump

Wolf man with horns (Cain) and buff moth (Laurval) belong to @insomniainsanity

#CMH #CMH Callum #Cross My Heart Callum #Cross My Heart #sweet tooth eddie #sweet tooth kieran #sweet tooth vn #sweet tooth david #sweet tooth oc #sweet tooth mikayla #sweet tooth frank #sweet tooth brook #sweet tooth phelo #sweet tooth bishop

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davenweenie · 1 year

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I just watched Sweet Tooth and had the biggest jump scare when I saw the guy that played Eddie in Lab Rats. It’s so strange seeing him be so loving and caring when I know what he was like in LR.

#lab rats #sweet tooth #eddie from lab rats #richard fox

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doubtingthomasin · 2 years

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kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 19: brat tamer eddie word count: 1.9k

holy shit this might be my favorite one so far i

MINORS DNI

@viharker

Eddie loves everything about Chrissy. He loves her soft hair, her fragile smile, the way her laugh sounds like a symphony he never wants to forget. He loves her wit, her kindness, her big doe eyes, how she gets embarrassed if she even so much as burps in front of him. ("Ooh, good one!" "Ugh, no, Eddie.")

He loves her excitement over finishing a hard assignment or finally mastering a difficult D&D concept, and the way she melts like putty in his hands when they mess around. He repeats this list in his head because at the moment, he's trying not to be angry.

Because at the moment, they’re studying for finals.

And of course it’s content from Ms. O’Donnell’s class that’s tripping him up, as if they haven’t been over this several times before. But it’s the huffing that’s getting to him, the little burst of air as she loses more patience, and he knows she’s stressed but come on. Eventually he gets up to pace, trying to remember the difference between electrons and protons and covalent bonds and all that shit, shaking his head because it’s just not sticking. He stops, hazards a guess.

After a long pause. “Ionic.”

She flips the flash card over. “Yep.” It’s the biggest smile he’s seen on her face all day. “See, I knew you–Eddie, where are you going?”

He’s halfway down the hallway as she asks, and his hands are shaking with nervous energy from being idle too long. He grabs his acoustic off the stand, already feeling calmer with the first strummed chord as he returns to the living room. “Eddie?”

“What? Keep going without me.”

“We have, like, twenty more flashcards to cover.”

“I think I’ve got it.”

“You think?” She’s up from the table, taking a few steps closer. “Eddie, this is your last chance. Then you have to take the GED if you fail.”

“It’s probably easier than this,” he chuckles wryly, starting in on the first chords of War Pigs as he lands on the couch.

She could spend the next ten minutes trying uselessly to convince him otherwise, or she could use that time to study for herself. She chooses the latter. He hoped she would, but not with a huff. He shakes it off, continuing the song.

It’s been a while, and he’s lost track of time, but it’s at least the third song he’s played when her hands slap the table. She says nothing, simply gathers all her papers and notes and goes to his room, somehow perfectly shutting the door hard but not hard enough to call it a slam. He realizes that’s probably a product of her upbringing, and yet his hands still tremble.

Eddie tries to keep playing, to just let her do what she needs to, but it’s nagging him like a mosquito because she knows. She knows she can talk to him about anything, and she’s choosing not to. He knows that for sure because he asked her what was wrong on about the first ten huffs. He considers bringing the guitar, but if she huffs one more time, and especially about music…

He knocks on the door, standing outside for a second before remembering, Jesus Christ, it’s his house. Opening the door slowly, he sees her lying the length of his bed, fingers pressed into her temples.

“Need anything?” Huff. “What is that?!”

She looks up at him, slightly startled by the increase in volume, and it wasn’t a yell but it was somewhere close. “What’s what?”

He imitates the huff. “That!”

“I…I’m trying to concentrate, Eddie.”

He lowers his voice, swallowing before he replies. “You were the one who wanted to come over.”

“Because I thought you were still taking all this seriously.”

“I am but, Chrissy, you’ve been at this for three hours straight. That can’t be healthy.”

She sits up, anxiety creasing her forehead. “You don’t understand, I have to pass.”

“Have you ever even come close to failing before?”

“No, but–”

“Exactly! You need a break!”

She growls as she turns back to her books, thinking of how this is exactly why she doesn’t study at friends’ houses. “Don’t tell me what to do, Eddie.”

He makes a few non-rude hand gestures to calm himself, before steepling them in front of his nose. Apparently, it’s one of those days where he’s willing to gamble with his very life. “Chrissy…who’s the master here?”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, my God, that’s only when we’re in bed.”

He has to work to keep from laughing. “And where are you laying now?”

She gives him a withering look, grabbing the pile of flashcards and standing to walk past him out of the room. He doesn’t move. She tries to go around him and he blocks her. “Eddie, seriously?”

Her face gets redder as his smile gets wider and he knows he’s got her. She starts pushing on his chest, grunting with frustration. “Ah-ha!” She drops to the floor quickly, thinking she can crawl between his legs. It’s exactly what he wanted.

He sinks to his knees, pinning her waist to the floor with his hands and she yelps. “What are you doing?!”

“You’ve been misbehaving all day, and I’ve had just about enough of it, Chrissy,” he says mischievously, rubbing one hand over her ass.

“Are you serious right now?” she repeats with a gasp.

“You know the word.”

“Oh, for fu–at least let me up off the carpet.” She’s wriggling in his hands and he’s already getting hard.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to punish you first.”

Her pussy clenches a little as his hand dips below the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down to the tops of her thighs. “Eddie,” she whines.

“It’s too late for that, I’m afraid,” he says dramatically, and she sees the shadow of his arm as he rears back. “The hand is your only absolution.”

Her eyes widen. “I’m pretty sure that’s blasphem–oh!” His hand comes down with a crack across one butt cheek, following closely with the other, rubbing the supple pink skin. The shockwaves go directly to her clit, and she can’t hide the groans and pants as he continues. “You’re a damn sadist, you know that?”

“I’m the sadist?” he asks, shifting so he can turn her over on her back. “You’re the one being bratty in such tiny shorts, sweetheart.” He holds out a hand, and she chuckles and shakes her head as she accepts it. But instead of helping her up, he dives for her waist, snatching her off the floor and over his shoulder.

“Oh, my God!” she yells, slapping at his back as he lets loose a goofy evil laugh. “Put me down, you barbarian!”

“Ooh, haven’t heard that one in a while!” He tosses her onto the clear side of the bed, tongue half sticking out as he smiles, removing his shirt.

“You’re incorrigible,” she breathes as he settles over her.

His brow furrows. “Damn, all these big words, when did we move on from science to english, missy?” She laughs as he kisses her, breaking contact only when he’s got a fistful of her hair to tug on, exposing her neck to his lips.

“Eddie, I really have to study.”

“Nope, this is break time.” Her eyes cross a little as he rolls his groin into hers, rubbing at her clit. “Wanna make you feel good first.”

“I thought I was being punished,” she counters somewhat mockingly, so he tugs harder to make her squeal.

“You are, just give me a minute, Christ,” he groans, and she laughs. “Oh, you’re laughing at me now? When will you learn?”

She shrugs, pulling her shirt up. “Guess you’re just not being rough enough.”

He helps her remove it, kneads her breasts in his hands before slapping one. She slaps his arm with an offended scoff, instantly gasping at that fatal mistake. His face is blank but his eyes dance as he side-eyes her, narrowing them when she giggles. “Oops.”

“Okay, that’s it,” he says simply, grabbing both wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand. And yet, she’s still laughing. “Chrissy, seriously, what the fuck has gotten into you today?”

She can tell he’s actually annoyed, but she can’t stop laughing. “I don’t know, I guess nothing matters. I mean, if I don’t pass, I’m dead. My future’s over and who knows what my mom will do because I’ve never failed before. And if you don’t pass, we don’t get to graduate together and you’ll be stuck even longer in this town and I know you hate it here, and if you fail it’ll be my fault. So it’s like…nothing matters until those tests are over.”

By the end, no one’s laughing. Her words trail off at the serious expression on his face, and she looks off to the side but he grabs her chin, so she closes her eyes.

“You know none of that’s true, right?" he asks softly. "Hey.” She opens her eyes with a sigh, her stomach flipping as he tucks her hair behind her ear. “Chrissy, I’ve always had trouble with school, and you’re not the first person to try and help me.” He pauses. “You have been the most successful though.” His smile makes the corners of her lips turn up, but there’s still a tinge of sadness. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine no matter what. And you? You’re not gonna fail, baby.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because if you don’t have the contents of those books fucking memorized after today, I’ll be amazed,” he says, ending on a laugh as she chuckles. She leans into his touch as he caresses her cheek. “Everything will turn out. Okay?”

She nods. “Okay.”

“And if your mom tries anything, you know you’re always welcome to stay here.” He leans up, her chest aching at the loss of contact as he grabs his shirt. He’s about to say more until he notices her dainty fingers on his belt buckle, looks up to see the longing in her eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna finish me off?”

Her little voice goes straight to his dick and he dives back down to her, claiming her mouth as they work to remove her shorts. They’re still kissing as he shoves his jeans and boxers down, rolls on the condom, and she lines him up herself as he sinks inside her. She gasps at the small pinch of pain and he lets her adjust, pressing her down into the mattress to lay flat.

He fucks her thoroughly, and she moans loudly as he rolls his hips again until she comes, wailing. He turns her on her side, slides back in as if his life depends on it, her hand resting over his on her hip as he pounds her. Her toes curl as he pulls out again, pulling her to her hands and knees and taking her from behind.

He holds her by her arms for a bit but it’s not enough, pulling her up off the mattress, one hand tweaking a nipple as the other rubs her clit and she whimpers his name. “I know, babygirl, I know. One more.”

She comes clenching around him, and he lowers her hips as he keeps going. He works her on his cock, pulling her back to meet each thrust as they both scream. They fall to the mattress as he climaxes, pressing into her as she milks him, making him whine as he kisses between her shoulder blades.

Once he’s recovered, Eddie gets up and walks to the bedroom door, her confusion replaced with laughter as he returns with the flashcards she dropped there. He lays behind her as they review them, Chrissy relaxing into the curve of his body.

Like putty in his hands.

#my most ridiculous yeah boi ever #fucking. goofball.#c h r i s t #idk one day i end it with a bite and the next i end it with tooth-rotting sweetness #i'm wild! i'm on the edge! idkwtfid!#but i'm doing it anyway lmao #eddissy #hellcheer #hellcheer kinktober #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #evan's writing

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eddies-artofsuffering · 1 year

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who doesn't like a cute fuckin coffeeshop AU T_T

Title: Sweet tooth (7k words, literally the shortest fic I've ever written)

Tags: Modern AU, Coffeeshop, No Upside Down uwu, the mortifying ordeal of being separated by a coffee shop cash counter, Flirting, They're Playing Games With Their Hearts Your Honour

Summary:

At noon, as expected, the doorbell chimes. Eddie’s head snaps towards the entrance, mouth falling open. He shoos his coworkers away with a frantic wave, straightens his name tag, and rests his chin on his palm and bends over a little, elbow on the counter. It’s go time.

Or: a stupid coffee shop AU in which Steve takes his break from his bookstore shift at noon to come to Café Byers every day, and Eddie loses his mind every time.

it's short, it's dumb, we love it, please go read it, i love you,

#steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #argyle stranger things #jonathan byers #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #coffeeshop au #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things au #ao3 #fic writing #stranger things fanfic #sweet tooth #modern au

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candied-cae · 2 years

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The First "Like" and First "Love"

Chapter 1/1 - - - Read it on AO3

Word Count : 2,250

Summary: When the end of the world is over and everyone can feel alive and like themselves again, Steve and Eddie drift together to find something all their own.

... Aka, the first time Steve tells Eddie "I like you" and the first time Eddie tells Steve "I love you".

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It started with Steve and Eddie hanging out, as so much often did those days.

The two of them gravitated to each other after it was all over. Between matching scars and babysitting shifts, they found themselves having more in common than just surviving the Upside Down. Steve talked to Eddie, and Eddie talked to Steve. Whenever they did that, it was like they made their own little bubble. Just a little pocket of air in the world they shared. Of course, if the group was present, they’d quickly find something thrown at them for ignoring their kids and friends.

“Rude!” they’d call the two for not sharing the attention.

So they started to find those little pockets on their own sometimes. Late nights were spent in either's house. Sitting together after movie credits rolled, neither bothering to get up and change the tape or ask if someone needed to leave. They never seemed to want to head off anyway. So, as the night dragged on, they'd talk. Form those little bubbles of just themselves in between hits of weed and the kind of talkative that only comes when they were too tired to keep their mouths shut. Honesty spilling out unabashed under the cover of starlight.

Vulnerability and self-discovery went hand in hand on nights like those.

It was the end of one of those very nights when Steve suggested they get out of the house. It was nearing three in the morning, middle of June, so the sun wasn’t up yet, but it would be in a matter of time. And for some inexplicable reason, Steve just wanted to be outside for the sunrise.

“Where should we go?” Eddie asked, his voice starting to go rough after hours of after-joint conversations, which they couldn’t interrupt for something as silly as getting something to drink.

“Somewhere quiet.” Steve suggested, head lazily lolling on the couch,” Somewhere pretty.”

He was being vague and unhelpful; he knew he was. But almost every place he knew in Hawkins was either tainted with memories of fighting for his life or had absolutely no view to watch the sun. He had no clue where he wanted to take them. Steve just wanted to get Eddie there and be by his side when the world changed.

“I might know a spot like that,” Eddie answered anyway, a smile tugging at his cheek in the sneaky way he liked to wear it as he reached for his keys.

They climbed into Eddie’s van, and he took them away. Steve just closed his eyes and hung his head out of the rolled-down passenger window, letting the wind play with his hair as they made their way to… somewhere. They ended up arriving at this hill off the highway on the edge of town. Eddie parked them off the shoulder and waved Steve to follow him as they went over the mound, settling on the other side that faced east. The grassy pile completely separated them from the road and pointed them right at the sight to come. The sky was already brightening, becoming that baby blue it does when the sun has almost breached the horizon.

It was quiet. It was pretty. It was perfect.

It overlooked this little glade that was bustling with colorful wildflowers and weeds. All sorts of beauty just sitting in this bypassed patch in Smalltown, Indiana. And it was just theirs. There was no other sound, no other distraction. No one else was up, or if they were, they weren’t driving on the highway yet. It was like the whole world had faded into the background, and it was just the two of them. Together. Waiting.

They waited in comfortable silence, laid down but propped up against their arms as the sky started gleaming with yellow. ‘The Golden Hour’ Steve recalls this moment is supposed to be. Or at least, that’s what people like Jonathan called it. Something about the way the light reflected or the angles or the color or something about it was just supposed to make for the best pictures for portraits. Makes people look that much nicer, he supposed.

He’s never thought much of it himself. Dawn, for him, always meant things like driving to early morning swim practices or the end of all-nighters spent defeating monsters or coming off of ragers. But when he looks to his left and sees Eddie. Sees the way the sun is lighting him up against the breathtaking backdrop… he gets it.

And suddenly, it's all he can do. Just look at Eddie. There wasn't any other option his mind could conjure. And he felt this pull he’d been feeling before. This tug to get closer. This need to be more. To be more than Eddie’s friend, a feeling he barely diagnosed himself and knows could overtake him.

But it's all he can think about.

“Golden Hour,” he let the words absentmindedly slip from his lips as he gazed upon the other man's profile.

Eddie heard the mumble without catching the words, so he followed the sound to look back over at Steve.

And Steve almost felt bad. He almost had the decency to be embarrassed to be caught staring. He almost regretted letting the words out to expose him.

But now Eddie’s looking at him and not the sun. Now he got to see those deep brown eyes looking back at him while Eddie’s face was glazed with that magical morning glow. And he can’t bring himself to be anything but happy his thoughtless mutter brought Eddie’s attention to him.

"What's up? I got something on my face?" Eddie asked him, rubbing a hand across his cheeks and chin.

"I like you."

Steve said it quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. Like he couldn't stand another minute not saying it. Because he really couldn’t.

"Like, I really like you.” They’ve just been lounging on a hill for the last hour, but even so, he said it breathless and urgent with veins pumping with adrenaline,” And it doesn’t make any sense, because, look at us. There's no reason we should've even talked long enough to get to know each other. But we did. And now we spend time together like we're the only people in the world. And when we aren't alone, you know and care about all the people I can’t imagine living without. And you’re so fun and exciting, while also finding ways to be warm and kind. And you know what I’ve been through, my past, and I know yours. And you challenge me to be a better person without making me feel guilty for taking so long to figure it out. And you do all these incredible things like they just make sense, like they are all that makes sense to you. And now, I can't stop myself from thinking, every time we're together, how much better it'd be if I could pull you in and-"

Eddie ended his runaway words with his hands, one on Steve's cheek, the other at the base of his neck.

It was everything he’d ever wanted to hear from Steve. His own longing returned. And it wasn’t just a passing interest, it was a real confession. Dripping with praise and adorn and meaning in every word. It meant something to Steve. Eddie meant something to Steve.

"Shut up and kiss me already," Eddie said, voice near begging as they looked at just each other, sunrise forgotten.

And before Eddie could wish for anything more, Steve was quick to comply with the request as they bathed in sunlight and summer air and shared their first kiss.

Then they were dating. They’d been dating for a while, announcements to their friends and begrudging support while they all grappled with how annoying the two would be about it. It was fun being annoying as boyfriends. It was fun doing anything as boyfriends.

Now, it’s important to note that Eddie’s never figured himself impulsive.

Not really.

He enjoyed the methodical planning and thought he could put into something before presenting it to someone's bated attention. The work and time invested to make something truly spectacular… it was intoxicating to make all the effort worth it. He loved practicing a kind of faux-impulsivity too. Like slipping on an outfit that said he was some wild thing, one who lived his life at the behest of passion without reason. To curate the story. The one that said he was a freak, just like everyone expected him to be. But it was all carefully, strategically planned.

There was just so much beauty in the attention spent to do something right.

So much power in the intention put in so it was perfect before it was seen.

Even when it came to Steve, he loved the planning part of being a boyfriend. Spent his alone time brainstorming date ideas, writing love notes and songs, preparing surprises, and practicing flirtatious lines. All of it. Plotting something to sweep Steve off his feet was half the fun of doing it.

All this to say that he always figured he'd do something big and dramatic the first time he said 'I love you'. Grand gestures, the size of plot points in love-sick movies kind of dramatic. Like maybe he'd say it at a holiday party or on an anniversary to make it public and showy on a special occasion, or he could fill a house they shared with roses and candlelight and whatever romantic idols he deemed worthy in a few years to make it private and intimate. He figured it'd be something like that.

Because, well, he always figured he'd need a few years to feel ready to say it.

He could wax on about how handsome Steve is, how dedicated, how kind, selfless, caring, strong, and just about every other good word there was. He could do those things, spend days regaling to Steve how amazing he finds him, how enraptured he is. And yet, he never figured it’d be easy to say ‘I love you’. He’d never said it before, aside from Wayne when Eddie felt particularly softhearted. But that was a different kind of love, he knew. Eddie never had someone right enough to say this kind of love to. So, surely he’d need a lot of time to build to it, to really understand something so new, to declare it was love.

But, in opposition to everything he figured about himself... one night, Eddie was just bursting with the need to say it.

They sat slumped together under a shared blanket. Steve was all spread out on the couch where Eddie laid mostly beside him but a little on top of him, held in his arms while he rested his head on Steve's (sadly covered) chest. His ear was planted right over Steve's heart, hearing the slow thumping that told Eddie how comfortable they both were. No fears between them. But Eddie's pulse started to pace, and it had nothing to do with the movie on the screen.

"Steve," Eddie called for him as he lifted his head.

His boyfriend looked back at him, patiently waiting for the rest of what he had to say while a woman on the tv screen started crying those pretty movie star tears over something Eddie didn’t bother to pick up.

In the space between the words, Eddie's brain reminded him that they'd only been together a few months. That it’s still too soon to say such a thing. That he doesn’t want to scare Steve off because he’s just feeling too much. But then his heart reminded him how he felt, and he couldn't bring himself to care less about how little time they’ve shared so far.

"I love you.” He said,” I know it's a lot and we haven't even-"

"Really?" Steve asked him, his hands clutched around Eddie tighter now, eyes wide and... scared.

Eddie just nodded his head," Yeah."

"Say it again."

"What?"

"Please."

But Steve’s voice didn't sound commanding. It was begging. His eyes grew misty and such a sight threatened to break Eddie's heart.

"I love you." He repeated, taking Steve's hand in his own and lifting it to his lips to press a kiss into his knuckles.

And Steve cried.

He curled up into Eddie and cried tears full of both joy and fear. He remembered the days long past when Nancy said she loved him and the days that followed when she said it was all a lie. Steve had been afraid for a long time that no one would love him. Or that maybe no one could.

And then Eddie goes and says it.

Like it’s nothing. Like it’s meant to be and makes sense. Like it’s easy.

And even though Steve’s scared, even though he is crying all over this milestone in their relationship, Eddie’s there. With his arms around Steve now, fingers running through his hair and saying nothing. Just letting Steve feel all the things he needs to feel without judgment. And Steve stopped worrying that it could be another lie.

When Steve ran out of tears, he pulled back. Looked up at Eddie with puffy eyes and pink cheeks. And he sighed a deep, feeling everything kind of sigh. Then he reached up to grab Eddie’s face, and just before he planted a kiss on his lips, Steve whispered back,” I love you, too.”

And it was the truth.

They loved each other.

What a beautiful thing to share.

#This is just Fluff #Tooth-rotting fluff #My other one shot was to sad and my slowburn is going to take a MINUTE to get this cute #So I wrote this to get some sweetness out of my system #Anyway - this is how I imagine them getting together and falling in love #Steve is the one 'brave enough' to risk their friendship to say 'I like you'#But after being burned so much he's too scared to be the one to say love.#and while Eddie was too nervous to take the step and begin their relationship...#He ends up being the one who needs to tell Steve 'I love you'#Which makes Steve feel safe enough to say it back... ❤️#Anyway I think I'm going to so write a Ronance confession set next between chaps for the slowburn...#Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steveddie #Steve x Eddie #Stranger Things #Stranger Things 4 #Stranger Things 4 spoilers #stranger things fanfiction #ST4 fanfic #Steddie Fanfic

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hellcheerficdatabase · 7 months

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I Like It, I Love It

Author: @phoenixwrites

Rating/Warning: Mature

Chapter Count: 1/1 (part 4 of Country Song series)

Description:

Corroded Coffin and the Hellfire Club are sick of Eddie acting like a complete whipped buffoon around Chrissy.

But Eddie isn't going anywhere.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, established relationship, they're so in love, CC boys hate ittt, fluff, it's so sweet it'll give you a tooth ache, Eddie POV, one-shot, part of a series, status: completed

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harringtontmaa · 2 years

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⚡ — @munsontm sent : "I didn't fall in love with you, Steve. I hate that, falling in love. It sounds...not good? I was made to be in love with you. It was predetermined when I was born or some cosmic shit, ya know? That one day I'd find my way to you, and you to me. There's no chance in hell that you and me are some coincidence---though, is coincidence a cosmic occurrence too? It could be. Point is... this, us, that was destiny."

AT FIRST GLANCE, eddie wasn’t the kind of person who looked as though he would be particularly prone to such romantic notions as fate or destiny. steve could still recall the way he had dubbed himself a cynic that night in the upside-down. & from the outside, eddie fit the bill. his wardrobe was all creepy monsters & demons airbrushed onto rock-n-roll t-shirts, jackets heavily adorned with patches bearing satanic symbols & the names of metal bands with spiky logos, chains dangling from his belt, ink & steel pressed into his skin. & truth be told, he looked nothing like the imaginary person steve had always dreamed he would end up with. but steve also knew by now that life didn’t always happen as you thought it would, & first impressions could be deceiving if you didn't bother to look past the surface layer.

& eddie was no exception. because when steve had finally looked a little closer at the other boy, he hadn’t wanted to look away. eddie was so much more than metal & leather : he was smart, he was funny, he was brave, he was passionate, he was beautiful. & over time, steve had come to understand that the hard exterior eddie put up was built in part out of defensive instinct, intended to show his differences openly to keep those who might judge him for them away. & the worst part was that it had worked. back in high school, steve had given eddie a wide berth, & had treated him like shit the few times they'd found themselves in too close proximity to ignore each other altogether. it always makes him a little bit sick to think about now, to imagine that he almost missed out on this life they’ve built together just because he hadn’t bothered to look properly. but that was years ago, when they were still young, & the lingering guilt is easy to move through when it has already been discussed & forgiven. now, steve knows eddie better than anyone, is lucky enough to call him his boyfriend, his partner, the love of his life. maybe he will even his husband, one day, if the courts will let them sign the documents. & he also knows that he’s the only person that eddie would say something like this to, the only one privileged enough to see the romantic side of himself that he keeps well hidden most of the time. but between them, there are no secrets — steve knows eddie entirely, & eddie knows him back. & in spite of their differences & flaws & mistakes & vulnerable points, still love guides them forward, just as palpable today as it had been when they had first come together at the end of the world all those years ago. ❝ & you say i’m a softie, ❞ steve teases, though his tone is gentle, undeniable emotion bleeding into his voice. it doesn’t matter how long they’re together — how many times eddie tells him how he loves him, hearing it always seems to strike steve directly in the heart. it’s like a physical sensation, one that he still hasn’t gotten used to, leaving him flushed & breathless even after all these years. & suddenly he can’t stand the space between them, reaches out with both hands to take ahold of eddie’s hips & drag him in closer until their bodies slot together with both of steve’s arms looped around his lower back, natural & comfortable after all these years. ❝ you know, i really don’t know if i believe in destiny or whatever... like if there’s some kind of plan to everything, or if things just kinda happen, ❞ steve says, fingertips slipping up underneath the hem of eddie’s shirt to trace lightly over his skin. ❝ i just don’t know. like i have literally no idea about any of that. all i know is that being in love with you — that isn’t something i have any control over. i don’t think i could stop it even if i wanted to. but it’s also like... when it comes to actually being with you, that’s a choice. & i chose this, us. i choose you, eddie. ❞ his neck bows until their foreheads press gently together, steve’s close gaze steady & warm on eddie’s face, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. ❝ & no matter what else happens in the meantime, i’m going to wake up every day for the rest of my life & choose you all over again. ❞

#munsontm #⚡ — ic / answered.#⚡ — V / adult.#⚡ — V / closed au.#⚡ — dyn / munsontm / eddie.#BYE.#comes back with some tooth-rotting sweetness for you.#is steve the softest boy alive ? literally yes.#he's so in love.

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