#lovesick!steve harrington

[ghostlyfleur]

𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡.

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: the sweet progression of steve and his pretty girl’s relationship.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, idiots in love, oblivious!reader, shy!reader, inexperienced!reader. pet names (angel, baby, flower girl, pretty girl, princess, sweet girl). 18+ mdni, smut-adjacent. world building.

word count: ~4.5k

pre-relationship—

steve’s girl friend is a soft spoken, remarkably sweet, gentle soul. she’s shy, way too anxious, so inexperienced that she comes off as innocent. her wardrobe consists of flowy skirts and flowery dresses and soft sweaters and cozy knits, puts flowers in her hairdos like interwoven in braids or tucked in a half-up half-down mess, has this ethereal vibe to the makeup she likes to wear (ie. shimmery eyeshadow in soft colors, highlighter, sparkly lipgloss, white waterline pencil, fairy wing eyeliner designs, and slightly blushy cheeks), wears silver wire-framed glasses at home when not using contacts and steve thinks it brings out her gorgeous eyes even more. she always wears pretty dangly earrings with flowers, her nails painted with glitter nail polish or neutral soft colors, and steve thinks she’s an angel.

the rest of the people in town mostly think her to be weird and unapproachable, with the way she stops mid walk to crouch down and whisper softly to a ladybug she sees on the sidewalk, or when she accidentally bumps into a street pole and yells out a panicked ‘sorry!’ as if she would hear a reply back.

when steve first met his girl, he was enchanted.

she was so soft and beautiful and kind, but also very anxious; something he noticed the first time she walked into scoops ahoy, and steve was so excited to finally talk to the pretty girl that started working at the flower shop down the block that he’s been pining for. the pretty girl’s reaction to his flirting however was of shyness, nervousness, and seemingly scared silence… so steve decided to make a fool out of himself just to see her smile. it was worth it. steve felt as if her laughter was the equivalent of the skies opening up to let sunshine peak through dark clouds. they eased their way into each other’s lives after that. his girl started seeking him out, finding comfort and safety in his presence and caregiving personality, though remaining clueless of his feelings and just how much robin teased him for being a smitten fool.

“pretty flower girl” is how steve referred to her at the beginning, all heart eyes and dreamy sighs. working at a flower shop seems to fit her so entirely, like she’s in her own little world while surrounded by flora. she’s able to tell you the meanings, both positive and negative, of any flower imaginable, of different plants too! keeps a log book and a journal to track her flora friends’ growth, pressed flowers and polaroid pictures of different bouquets, photographs each beautiful arrangement she creates in a picture album.

her home is also completely taken over by pots and plants and gardens and hanging vines, secrets whispered to them while she waters her little friends as needed, full conversations kept that seem to make all the plants bloom and flourish even more. lots of natural light comes in from the many windows of her cabin, surrounded by greenery and trees and a small pond that wild animals often visit, knowing her safe haven is also a safe haven for any animals. the place always smells like whatever she’s baking, the decor homey and filled with crystals and incense and hand painted mugs and vases. greens, yellows, oranges, and tan colors. books balanced on any available surface.

she becomes steve’s girl best friend, and he loves her so much. worships her, really. steve makes it his mission to spoil and love his pretty girl, even if he hides it behind silly flirting and the pretense of friendship.

whenever they’re together, steve and his girl are all the other sees. the gang has a little bet on who will break first, steve or his flower girl.

her sit is always his lap.

steve swears off other girls as soon as he meets her.

he is very affectionate towards her, and she loves to kiss his cheeks.

they often have sleepovers just the two of them.

they’re so close they can just exist together and be at peace.

she’s so supportive of him too, always praising him and hyping him up.

steve is overprotective of her.

whenever one goes the other sure follows.

see, steve’s girl is so sweet on him it drives robin crazy. because robin knows the feelings are reciprocated, but she also knows both steve and his girl enough to know she needs to let them figure this out by themselves. it doesn’t mean robin isn’t their number one fan, though.

steve’s pretty girl bakes him sweets often to bring to him at work to “make your day a little easier, stevie”, she brings him flowers from her job that steve learns to preserve in his room, she gives him her favorite ring that he never takes off. but steve also does little things for his sweet girl— takes care of her and buys her chocolate because it makes her so happy and giddy he falls a little more in love each time. he also reminds her to drink water, buys her favorite snacks for movie night or when she’s on her period, takes her to the movies, drives her everywhere (because she’s his pretty passenger princess) to have some extra time with her.

oh! steve’s girl also has a bunch of homemade gifts that she keeps in a small glass trunk in her home because she’s too shy to give them to her stevie— handmade bracelets, handmade wire rings, pretty things she finds at thrift stores that remind her of her pretty boy, handmade necklaces, small gifts with pressed flowers, letters she writes down because she feels so deeply for her sweet boy that she needs to let it out somehow, and a bunch of other small gifts that she hopes one day she can give to her stevie to show him how much she loves him.

she’s so lovely to her stevie without even realizing, though. she’s demiromantic, you see, and after becoming friends with steve she started to slowly fall for him. the thing is, she knew very well what was happening, she’s very in tune to her emotions, and she fell for him willingly! whereas steve fell for her fast and kept falling.

imagine his girl never had her first kiss… she’s so inexperienced and her sweet persona and gentle demeanor make her seem like the softest person ever. steve is so mesmerized by her.

he flirts with her and is sweet to her and devotes his time to her and spoils her rotten and gives her kisses and hugs and cuddles and all the love he has to give— steve quickly decided that even if they’re ‘just friends’ he’ll still treat her like his princess, give her everything he can and shower her in his adoration until she catches up. and even then, even when it’s so obvious that steve is in love with her, that he blushes and stutters and gets flustered only for her, that he shows her every day just how much he loves her, she remains oblivious.

in her pov, she knows she’s in love with her stevie so she’s going to treat him like the most precious person in her world. which he is. the thing is that she gives him all of her love without ever once considering that he might return it, even as he flirts and quite literally says he’s hers and she’s his all the time, it never even crosses her mind to actually believe it. maybe because she’s trying to protect herself from heartbreak. she just decides that her stevie deserves the world so she’s going to give him all she can.

but she’s so soft with him! holds his face between her hands when talking to him sometimes like she’s holding her whole world on her hands, presses kisses to his cheeks all the time, gives him hugs. she always compliments him, isn’t afraid of telling him exactly what’s on her mind…

“you look so pretty, stevie”

“i’m so proud of you.”

“i missed you lots today!”

“i saw this cute puppy and it reminded me of you ‘cause you’re just as cute!”

“i always prefer your company.”

flower girl is the most adorable sight steve has ever seen! she pouts so prettily whenever she doesn’t get the attention she wants from him, all soft lips and furrowed brows and plush cheeks crossed arms, and steve just wants to pepper kisses all over her face.

her love languages:

she bakes him cookies ; buys him things that remind her of her stevie ; plans these cute little “friend” outings that feel more like dates ; she’s never lacking in her affections though she’s very timid and shy when it happens ; will defend him no matter what ; makes sure to always praise him ; she gets all cranky if someone insults him even playfully ; she’s very shy so she often hides her face on his chest or neck and it makes his heart flutter ; she helps him babysit bc the kids love her ; she gave her stevie a special arrangement of flowers that she created just for him plus a little booklet of pictures of the two of them together that also had pressed flowers on it for his birthday ; she checks in with him every day even if they don’t see each other to make sure her stevie is doing okay ; will stay on the phone with him all night especially if he had a nightmare or a fight with his parents.

where steve’s best friend is all cute and pouty and sweet and clingy and loving but only to her stevie!!!!! and she’s a bit ditzy— talks to animals and plants and inanimate objects like they can answer her, her thoughts jump from one thing to another but steve always entertains her, she skips instead of waking a lot, she dresses all cute and coquette and always has glitter on her somewhere, she gives steve handmade gifts all the time with this shy little smile and blushing and sometimes when the gift is specially meaningful she’ll run away as soon as he accepts it 🥺 she trips over her own feet a lot too!!! so steve has to grip her waist to help her find her footing!!! and it makes her break out in goosebumps!!! and steve is so in love with her, with her ramblings and midnight ice cream cravings and true crime rants and the way she talks about murder and psychopath profiling and laughs at horror movies and has crystals and tarot cards and wants to befriend ghosts, how she gives her stevie little glass bottles with protection spells or anti-anxiety spells or how she always needs to hear his voice before bed.

and she’s so pretty and soft and kind and nice and laughs a lot and everyone loves her— but she never notices how so many people flirt with her, and never notices whenever steve scares possible suitors away, because really she only sees steve!!!!!! and it makes him crazy to see how she blatantly ignores anyone and everyone to focus on him!!!!!

but then one day steve’s girl starts feeling sad and heartbroken because she’s convinced herself that steve still loves nancy so she starts pulling away a little and steve doesn’t understand what he did wrong! robin has to spell it out for him that his girl thinks he still wants nancy when that couldn’t be further from the truth; steve now knows he’s never truly been in love before, not like he is with his angel, and that it was his angel that showed him he deserves someone who loves him just as much as he loves them. therefore, steve does his best to find ways to tell his girl that nancy is in the past, that she has nothing to worry about, but he has to do so while him and his angel aren’t together yet so he slowly breached the subject until he can figure out where his girl stands, if he can make a move, if she’s interested in him too, y’know? like those conversations filled with a deeper meaning and both parties trying to drop hints about their feelings but they’re still too hesitant to be more clear in their affections. for now.

imagine steve spoiling her and making her all giddy and happy and shy and giggly :( i want steve to treat his baby like royalty way before they even get together :( i wanna read about their first kiss and how it makes steve’s knees buckle and how she’s so giggly because it’s her first kiss and he tells her he wants to marry her right then and there and she tells him she never ever would consider being with anyone but her stevie :(

after they get together—

their first kiss happens in what steve considers to be the best night of his life to date.

it was halloween, and he was slightly nervous about going to the fair with not only the kids and robin and eddie, but his girl too. the year before, he stayed in with his angel and robin watching movies and eating junk, which was the perfect night ‘cause he got to cuddle his girl, but last halloween he went out to celebrate didn’t end up being very enjoyable for him… what with having your now-ex call you bulshit, bullshit, bullshit.

however, this is his girl he’s talking about. while it wasn’t a date, simply a hangout with their friend group, steve still considers his girl, well… his. and the fact she insisted on meeting them there herself had him slightly on edge.

she was dressed as a fairy.

steve has never seen anyone as pretty, as mesmerizing. and the way she treated this night, treated him, was driving steve crazy.

first, once she meets everyone at the entrance of the amusement park they agreed to go to, she insists on paying for both herself and steve. literally grabs steve’s wallet from his hand and only gives it back after she pays.

he, of course, only really allows it because she gives him her — in steve’s opinion illegal — pouty puppy eyes that she knows steve can’t say no to.

afterwards, once they all enter and the kids disperse to the various entertainment with the agreement of meeting up later to eat, steve’s girl drags him away from robin and eddie, who were both sporting knowing grins, to a shooting booth where she proceeds to win, suspiciously easily might he add, a stuffed frog for him.

and then she grabs his hand. albeit hesitantly, but she does. intertwining their fingers and everything.

the entire night was a dream for steve, and unbeknownst to him, for his girl too. she had a plan, you see. his angel was pulling out all the stops, even if she was shy and blushy the whole time— paying for the tickets for both of them was number one. followed by winning steve a stuffed animal, holding his hand, sharing fried oreos and cotton candy (again, paid by her), and going to the photobooth. the ferris wheel would be last, but it’s what happens inside the photobooth that matters.

once inside, steve made sure she was sat on his lap. she payed again. the pictures go a little something like this:

1st pic steve is laughing and she’s looking at him like he’s her dream come true which he is / 2nd pic she pushes forward not being able to wait any longer and quickly presses her lips to his a bit messily / 3rd pic is her looking all flustered and shy and doe-eyed while steve has this dazed look in his eyes and his jaw is dropped / 4th pic is steve grabbing her cheeks and kissing her fully, brows furrowed and all.

steve steals another kiss at the top of the ferris wheel, it was giggling and smiling more than kissing, though.

on the drive home, angel makes a stop at their self-assigned star gazing spot where she officially asks steve to be her boyfriend, all flustered and timid but oh so hopeful. another kiss, a resounding “yes” from her sweet boy, and dropping him off with a quick goodnight kiss ends the night, and steve has never been happier.

the fact she planned this whole night, took a chance, romanced the hell out of him, and was so genuine the whole time, looking to make him smile, just because, had steve on a high unlike any other. no one has ever taken the time to spoil him, to do romantic things for him. he’s not used to reciprocity in relationships, but here this angel is professing her love for him and not only saying it but showing him she means it. best night of his life.

and so their relationship begins.

steve harrington just worships his girl, spoils her continuously, and wants to do everything for her. he is overly affectionate and just obsessed with his baby, pictures of her and with her everywhere on his house, his car, his wallet, maybe even a locket he wears with a copy of the picture of their first kiss on it. steve took the photobooth strip and got the second picture, his angel kissing him for the first time, copied and altered to fit into the locket.

everyone in town just knows steve is entirely whipped and he does not care. he is definitely touch starved for his girl, quite a bit jealous, however, but trusts her so much that it just comes out as a sort of possessiveness that isn’t toxic but something both he and, secretly, his angel enjoy. steve always praises her and wants to take care of her because she’s his sweet little angel girl.

steve is also her first everything— first kiss, first date, first boyfriend, first time… and it drives him insane! something about knowing he’s the only one that’s ever had her and the only one she’s ever wanted just drives him up the wall and gets him so needy. so desperate. so whiney and pouty.

something else about steve as a boyfriend is that he’s his angel’s biggest fan — always praising, always encouraging, always in awe of her. will brag about his baby to anyone. randomly brings her up in conversation because she’s all he thinks about and he’s so proud to be hers.

buying her flowers whenever he can so she’ll give him this wide, square smile of hers that takes over her whole face like she can’t control it and her nose scrunches up a bit and he never wants to look at anything but her.

her stevie is really into pda too, can’t take his hands off of her, but nothing extreme; casual touches and pecks on her nose or temple or lips or cheeks, buries his face in her neck often, hand holding constantly!!!!!!, plays with her hair, is always playing with the delicate ‘s’ pendant on her neck that he gifted her and she never takes off (steve has this proud little smile whenever he messes with it).

then there’s the casual dominance— steve tucks her hair behind her ears, ties her shoelaces for her, adjusts the clasp of her necklace, puts her dainty jewelry on for her, braids her hair because she’s always clumsy with it and she prefers his braids over hers, gives her water so she stays hydrated, remembers her meds for her, adjusts her beanie on her hair when it’s cold and she’s wearing one, wipes chocolate from the corner of her mouth because his baby is a messy eater, pulls on her waist when they’re walking so she doesn’t bump into someone or something because she’s too busy talking and looking at him, spoon feeds her when she’s too tired and sleepy and pouty, brushes her teeth for her too when she’s being his cute little tired baby or is in subspace, brushing her hair and treating her like a little doll, his little doll, and loves to shower with her so he can do it for her, loves to drive her everywhere too. she’s his pretty passenger princess and they both take that role very seriously.

and whenever his pretty baby gets all glassy eyed and needy and blushy for him? he melts.

steve has a daddy kink. major one. and when he finally finds his baby, his person, he starts noticing things she might be into for the sole reason of wanting to be the absolute best he can be for his baby. the thing is, he knows she’s entirely new to this and still a bit nervous and hesitant and shy, so he starts by filing things away in his brain to make sure once she’s ready and the time comes that he can treat her perfectly, and give her everything and anything she wants.

his baby is probably a sub, she must be, with how pliable and soft she gets. for sure has an oral fixation, always giving him little kisses and little bites randomly and pressing his hand to her lips so she can softly mouth at them (but will shy away and get flustered when she notices she’s doing this) (she just loves his hands and he knows). steve’s girl also gets all flustered and her breath hitches when he jokingly calls himself ‘daddy’, so he takes that as a good sign because there’s nothing steve wants more in this world than to be her daddy. only hers. to spoil and care for and love his baby to the best of his ability.

she also loves when he manhandles her, he’s noticed— it’s just that steve really enjoys carrying his baby around, loves feeling needed and loves holding her and having her body pressed to his and have her hold on to him, but also he just wants to do things for his baby, doesn’t want her to tire herself out, ever!

she doesn’t need to walk around all the time because her stevie’s here and he won’t have his baby do unnecessary work when he’s around. whenever he grabs her waist and places her on top of a counter or something and stands between her legs? she gets all smiley. steve also absolutely loves how clearly his touch affects her; she hums and melts into him and gets a bit breathless and just tries to bury herself into him until they become one. lots of cuddles and hugs from behind and just being entirely wrapped in each other while wearing the coziest sweaters under the cuddliest blanket are common occurrences.

the main thing, though… is how steve’s shy little girlfriend quickly becomes obsessed with his bulge. loves when her stevie hugs her from behind so it presses against her, or when he has her sit between his legs with her back to his chest, or any time where her stevie is holding her close. he doesn’t even need to be hard for her to enjoy it, i mean, he shows through his jeans even when he’s soft! and she just always thinks it looks so…soft? and chubby? and she just wants it smushed against her at all times.

it takes steve a while to figure it out, but when he does? he’s relentless! pressing up against his baby all. the. fucking. time. just to see her blush and stutter and get all shy… but she also fucking sighs and relaxes whenever he does it, like it’s such a comfort for her? to feel all of him? like it’s all she’s waiting for at all times. and it drives steve crazy how his cute, shy, introverted, virgin girlfriend who giggles all the time and is always flustered by him and hiding her hot cheeks with her hands and is so… clumsy and tentative and nervous when it comes to any sort of affection (which she only accepts from her stevie) ((she definitely hates touch except his)) (((and he knows it too! was one of the things that proved to him his pretty best friend had feelings for him too when they were ‘just friends’))) can be so desperate to feel his bulge against her.

angel also loves that her stevie boy has huge hands! absolutely massive. could-wrap-one-hand-around-your-entire-neck massive, beautiful, strong, soft hands.. and yeah, both steve and his girl definitely have huge size kinks. huge. they haven’t said so out loud yet, but it shows through their actions. steve loves how obvious the size difference is when they’re holding hands, or when his hand is on her soft thighs. most of the time his baby holds his fingers instead because it hurts a little bit to intertwine their fingers for too long and steve thinks it’s fucking adorable. she’s shorter too, so 😵‍💫 her sweet boy goes crazy. teasing, best friend steve comes out sometimes too when he uses her head as an armrest to tease her, or when he full on picks her up to take her somewhere if she’s being a brat or is too lazy, too tired to move.

steve’s angel loves their size difference. so much. it shows when she hides herself against his chest when it’s cold, when she compares hand sizes because “stevie, the difference is just insane!”, when steve smushes her into the mattress when they start fucking later on. steve notices his angel blush or sigh or break out in goosebumps whenever his hands are involved— i mean, can you blame her? his hands are so pretty. she’s always holding and touching and tracing her fingertips over his palms and pressing kisses, biting softly, sucking on his fingers when she’s restless, fidgety, or sleepy.

using steve as a weighted blanket is a must; helps angel when she’s anxious or having a bad day.

to be continued…

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Wet. Part one<3

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Cursing, unedited, lowkey kind of shitty, use of y/n, mentions of breakup, steve being stupid, implied fem reader ( no intended use of feminine pronouns but if i fucked up and did put some in lmk please😭🫶🏾 )

Summary: Dustins older sister comes to visit with her band from Los Angeles, but her and Steve have some major unresolved conflicts

-Hawkins Indiana-

Steve had never really had to face serious consequences to his actions, not really. Growing up the way he did, batting his eyelashes or casually mentioning who his father was always seemed to do the trick for him. But it was never like that with you, which is why for all of today he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

“Isnt it insane that y/n was able to get this gig? ‘S so awesome!” Dustin was wiggling excitedly in his seat next to Steve on the couch, a bowl of dry Fruit Loops on his lap. Besides him was Will, whilst the young couples sat at their feet.

“Christ, Henderson, try not to explode. ‘S not even live, since Harrington doesnt know how to not pick up extra shifts” Eddie stated from his spot on the recliner chair on the end of the large living space. Still, he sported a large tee-shirt with your band name and picture on it.

Robin had been in the kitchen, getting Gatorades and beers to keep everyone hydrated. Though, the beers were mostly to keep Steve from spontaneous bursting into flames. She was the only one who knew the full extent of how hard this was for him.

“Oh, can it, Edward. Your excited too, their name is on your tit” Dustin said, referring to his shirt and causing Eddie to chortle loudly.

“Shut up guys its starting soon.” Max said from her spot on the floor, taking the bottle of Gatorade Robin offered her. Robin handed Steve his beer as she sat next to him on the couch, before the children, and Eddie, bursted into complaints about the fact that there was an opening act.

Steve nearly sighed in relief. He wasnt really sure he was ready to fast the history you two had. Even if itd been years, and you probably hadnt given him a second thought since high school. Hed been running from watching you preform, but he guesses if he really never wanted to see you again, he wouldve cut off his friendship with Dustin all those years ago, when you and Margo made it big. Thats what Robin told him, and hed been repeating it as though his life had depended on it ever since.

His thoughts were cut off as the speaker on the television introduced your band. ‘Now or never, I guess’ He thought to himself, as you took the microphone.

———————-

-Los Angeles, California. Two weeks earlier-

“You know, Dustin and everyone back home is going to watch this, right?” Margo, your drummer and right hand woman, had been pestering you about this for about a month. Both worried about how youd feel if Steve saw, and if she messed up and Robin Buckley bore witness to her mistakes.

“Im aware, Margs,” You reached for the next highest tuning peg, “But if you couldnt tell, im kinda trying to tune my guitar here.” You smiled up at her, but she could tell you were nervous.

“If it helps, hes kind of a himbo..” She smirked, causing you to erupt with laughter, and you knew she was right. Even if he did realize the meaning behind the songs, what was he to do about it? Not like youd answer whatever texts or calls he might send. But I guess this part wasnt in mind when you bought tickets to visit his best friend, your little brother, for two weeks.

Soon enough, the stage manager made his way into the dressing rooms, informing you it was time to go.

“Show time~” Margo whispered in your ear, poking the bassist, Ajax, in the back with her drumsticks.

“Fucking quit it Margs-“

“No dont be a baby, lets go asshole.”

“Real mature guys, ill be out in a sec” You called out as they left the room. Before you followed behind them, you quickly grabbed your good luck charms. Sunglasses. A black pair of Ray-bans, to be exact. Its been years, and still you couldnt bring yourself to throw them out. They were the last piece of him you had left.

Besides your fifteen year old brother-

It was mere minutes before you were on the stage. The lights hadnt been turned on yet, but you could hear the crowd murmuring in anticipation. You slung your guitar over your shoulder, hands running up and down the neck nervously, though careful not the hit any strings and risk stray sound. It wasnt long before the announcers voice began booming throughout the stadium.

“NOW WELCOMING” you adjusted the guitar again, barely able to hold onto your pick out of sheer nervousness, “THE CRYSTAL GRACE”

Deep breaths, y/n

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-Hawkins Indiana-

“EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP ITS STARTING-“ Dustin screeched from his spot on the couch, waking Steve up from his trance. Hed zoned out halfway through the opening act complaints.

Steves eyes widened at the sight of you. He’d obviously seen pictures of you before. Online, on posters and magazines, splayed across Eddies chest, but somehow this was different. There was no photographer telling you how to pose, or paparazzis in your personal space, it was just you and the band. You were in your element.

He watched intently as you grabbed the microphone in front of you.

“Hi,” you chuckled lightly, full of charm and warmth, “Really quick before we get started, on behalf of myself and the band, id like to say thank you. Thank you for listening, enjoying what we do, and for being here tonight. Thank you to everyone at home watching as well, and to everyone who helped make this happen. Thank you to the man I wrote these songs about. In the great words of Kurt Cobain, “Thank you for the tragedy, I needed it for my art” The crowd went fucking wild, to say the least.

Though the thought of you having found someone else to write songs about left Steve with a weird ache in his chest, he was amazed. He never really understood your way with words, the way you knew how to turn words into art. How you always knew what to say, and were never, ever afraid to say it.

“This first one is called Wet.” The room went silent, and the crowd went as quiet as possible in all of the excitement.

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-Los Angeles-

“All alone in my bedroom, with the lights turned down and the music gone, I know its over still I cling on..” To you, preforming had always felt drastically different than rehearsals. Ever since middle school, when you, Margo, and Robin had gone out for the school plays. Rehearsals were repetitive. You said the same thing over and over until it was perfect. Performing felt more raw.

To you, it was vulnerability. Your innermost thoughts put out to be perceived, mistakes and failures included. Put out into the world for teenage girls to scream their hearts out into. For your first love to hear. For your only love to hear. And you loved it.

“Cause im my own right hand girl, and I dont need anyone but, sometimes i miss your stupid face and your taste and your smoking gun~” On the bear drop, you nodded, hard enough to make the glasses on your head drop down to your face. See, the way you perceived preforming was weird. You wanted him to know.

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-Hawkins-

“Oh my god” Robin murmured under her breath, mesmerized by the performance. Partly because of Margo, partly because of your voice, but mostly because you were wearing Steve Harringtons sunglasses on stage while singing a song about him on television.

Worried about her best friend, Robin looked up at him to see Steve sitting there, brain completely and utterly fried. His eyes were wide, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth hung open slightly. He was analyzing the lyrics.

“Its nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy. Where im all alone and i feel the cold dark earth caressing me. ‘Cus im six feet under nearly, and i dont need anyone, but this wouldnt be the first or last time that both my tears and I have come!” He watched intently as you pulled your glasses- his glasses- down your face and winked for a brief moment.

“Its so depressing how the tearducts in my eyes, are so much wetter than the space between my thighs. Oh oh oh, I can help it thinking about it only makes me cry, it keeps me wett, you know you keep me wet, till i run dry-y-y”

“Shes awesome” Eddie stated, to no one in particular. Steve knew you were good. Everyone did. Your love for performing was no surprise to any of them.

It wasnt long before that song was over, and the next one began. This time, Margo was doing the announcement. The two of you had always been a sort of package deal in that way. ‘The Dave to my Kurt’ youd tell him. He never really knew what that meant, but he pushed you away before he could ask.

“Watching my show the day i come to visit, huh? Couldnt even spring for watching it yesterday? Yall are fake”

Oh shit-

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“NOT COOL HENDERSON JESUS CHRIST,” Eddie clutched his chest rather dramatically, “Youre going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”

“Yeah whatever Munson. Nice shirt.” You smirked at him, before you were bombarded with a hug from Robin. You were practically lifting her off of the ground, she was hugging you so tight.

“Missed you tons Y/n. Tons. Also, by any chance did you happen to, i don’t know this is kind of a shot in the dark, but did you bri-“

“Yes, I brought Margs, Rob, keep it in your pants” Her cheeks went pink, but she played it off like she had to sneeze. This was when you were approached by Dustin, his entourage not far behind him. He had nearly grown to your height. Last time youd seen him, he had to be maybe 11 or 12, and it was hard not to feel guilty about leaving. Dustin had seen you as some sort of higher life form for the majority of his life, and one day you- his fucking hero- just up and left. Sure you went on to make him and Mom proud, but it still really hurt sometimes, you know?

“Hey y/n” His voice cracked, and he quickly cleared his throat so you wouldnt hear it. “Missed you” You could tell he was trying to play it cool. Trying to show you that he grew up and matured just like everyone else, nearly rubbing it in your face that he didnt need you to help raise him. Nearly.

“Come here, asshole”. You pulled the latter into a tight hug, that lasted a few moments. It wasnt until you broke off the hug and said hey to the others that you made eye contact with Steve. He smiled at you, all crooked and adorable like always. It was infuriating.

Nobody ever really tells you how to act when your brothers best friend just happens to be the first man youd ever loved. And to make it even worse, its been four years and hes still the only man youve ever loved.

Unsure of how to act, you gave Steve half of a smile, careful not to give him as much of a reaction as you initially had wanted to, scared that youd slip up in some way. Before either of you could say anything, Margo entered the room loudly, Robin clinging onto her arm.

“So was nobody going to fucking help me?? Jesus, Steve this is Y/n, Y/n this is Steve. Youve met before assholes enough with the longing stares. Come on Harrington I need help with the amps.” Well, at least Margo knew how to dissipate an awkward situation.

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Steve had no idea how to act around you. After all, what could he say. ‘Sorry for leaving you for your brothers best friends sister, who also happens to be a friend of yours. Hope it didnt make anything awkward for you. We cool?’ Steve just didnt have a way with words like you did. Contrary to popular belief, Steve had a lot going on in that pretty head of his, he either just didnt want to, or genuinely could not voice it.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you Steve Harrington?”

“Whatd I do this time, Johnson?”

“Come on, really? You know what you did Steve, and so do they.” Margo gestured to you. The girl sure did know how to hold a grudge, but she was well within her rights to be pissed off.

Steve told you he couldnt love you anymore. You knew it was total bullshit and so did Margo.

Steve grabbed the handle of the amplifier, pulling it out of the trunk of Margos car. Sure hed made a choice he was less than proud of, but he wasnt about to grow up and accept the consequences like an adult. Bold of anyone to assume he would.

“Seriously thiygh, Steve. I care about Y/n. Talk this out with them, even if they say they dont want to speak with you or that they dont want to hear it, I promise they do.” Margo stated, being serious for probably the first time since Steve had known her, before walking off with the large guitar case in her hands.

You and Steve had made eye contact as you walked past him, and as hard as he tried to read you, the intense lack of emotion toward him you displayed really hit close to home. Steve nearly stumbled to the ground, the weight of his emotion and fear, and the amp, overwhelming him, but he forced himself forward instead, keeping his gaze ahead of him.

Margo, for once, was right. You guys had to talk it out. That was the only way to find peace in the situation, and maybe even emerge as friends. He knew it was a stretch, but if you were going to be visiting, the boy only had two options. See, and ignore you, as you had been ignoring him, or be a fucking adult and talk with his ex girlfriend about the fact that theyd broken up. And there was no way in hell he was going to let you leave again, feeling unwelcome in your own home for something that was nobodys fault but his own. He couldnt let you, or Dustin, down like that.

A/n: This is kinda crappy but i kinda like it.. the song is Wet by Dazey and the Scouts btw. TY FOR READING🫶🏾 Part two will come out soon enough<333

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #Stevie #steve harrington fanfic #fanfiction #henderson!reader #x reader #lovesick!steve harrington

[harrywavycurly]

At First Sight Part 3: He’s What?

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @ali-r3n @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @sweetmoonlove0214 @heydreamchild @mrsjellymunson @marshmallowgem @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles

A/N: Poor Robin being brought into all this and poor Eddie for not knowing what to do with himself, enjoy the madness and don’t worry you’ll ACTUALLY be in the next part😂💖

“He’s what?” “In love with her.” “I’m not just in love with her Harrington…it’s…way fucking more than that man…it’s like she’s all I can think about until I get to see her again and…and the idea of her being alone right now instead of being safe with me just kills me I need-” “you need to take a few deep breaths and just relax for a moment Munson.” “So…he’s…in love with her? And you wanna know if I know her? Why didn’t you just ask Dustin to talk to her?” “Because he has a big fucking mouth and will just blab that Eddie’s in love and that’ll freak her out.” “Right Steve because her seeing him all heart eyes and mouth open literally drooling at the idea of her won’t freak her out?…you’ve lost your damn mind.” “Do you know her or not Buckley? I don’t have time for this…it’s already been two days since I saw her and that’s about all I can do before I take things into my own hands and go knock-” “you’re not knocking on anyone’s door! We’ve been over this a hundred times!” “Yes…I know her and…yeah I can reach out and see if she has any idea who the hell you are and if…she’d be interested in you having her phone number.” “You know her? Like you’re friends with her?” “Yes Eddie I’m friends with-” “what’s she like? Does she like flowers? Is she allergic to anything? You think she’ll like my hair? I can cut it if she wants I don’t care oh oh do you think-” “you have got to get him away from me Steve or I’m going to gag him with a bag of Swedish fish.” “Now you see what I’ve been dealing with…I made him stay with me because I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t go over to her house and embarrass himself.” “Nothing to do with telling the love of my life how I feel is embarrassing…grow up.” “What did Dustin say? Did he mention if seeing her will make him…not so…crazy?” “He said if she feels the same they’ll both have like a moment and then their personalities should go back to normal but they’ll just be….disgustingly in love.” “And if she doesn’t feel the same?” “Why would you say that? Do you know something? Did she mention me?” “Calm down Munson.” “Don’t tell me to calm down Harrington! I’m in fucking love and you’re both being assholes about it!” “Jesus let me just talk to her and get this over with just…go walk around the store while I see what I can do.” “But not by the door…I don’t want you getting any ideas about leaving without any supervision.” “Yeah yeah whatever I’ll be in the horror section…oh shit.” “What?” “What if she doesn’t like scary movies? I’m gonna have to watch…romcoms…” “Oh my god you’re so annoying.” “I’m gonna go in the back and text her…” “oh so you’re just gonna leave me alone with him? Nice Buckley real nice.” “Later losers…I’ll either be back with good news or….I won’t be back at all.”

#at first sight series #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson au #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson x soulmate!reader #eddie Munson soulmate au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson series #Eddie Munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fic #lovesick!eddie Munson #Eddie Munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #Steve Harrington #robin buckley #my little dungeon master baby #my little fluffy haired baby

[stevesbipanic]

Steve and Robin sing "if I were a fish" while they stack tapes.

#eddie got there ten minutes ago and hes just watching them with a goofy lovesick look on his face #stobin #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #that song has been stuck in my head all week #if i were a fish #steddie

[hitlikehammers]

You Have Bewitched Me, Body and Soul

or: The Secret Life of Daydreans 🦋

A Pride and Prejudice AU based on this scene for @pearynice on her birthday 💙🎉

He walks the heath to clear his mind, or so he tells himself. He knows in the heart of him that he walks, here, so as to muddy his trousers, to feel close to this man, this man who is so fond of walking, this man who holds him, who keeps him—who wants nothing of him and for fair reasons.

And yet.

This evening and the morning hours before dawn saw fit to peak above the tall grass: it’s proven mortifying, Wayne’s brazen notions, to attend the Hopper-Byers home, to call upon Steven in the night—Eddie may forget himself, but to call unannounced, to impose upon Mister Hopper, to impress upon him even the notion of disrespect when—

And yet then further still: such actions have served now to lead him to this, to this—

Such brashness and its consequences, from Wayne’s mouth upon waking, it has done nothing save to usher Eddie to heights of foolishness he’s never touched before; did not dream existed.

These precious hours have taught Eddie to hope, a dangerous thing to the mortal heart in his chest, weak to fluttering whims of impossible notions.

And yet.

There is light now, caressing the heather, limning the blossoms copper, so much like his eyes but so lesser, such paltry imitations. Nature, despite her majesty, could never hope to compare; Eddie prefers to imagine it does not try.

It must know what has been born of it, more radiant than anything it knows for itself. More resplendent than the sun itself.

And it is the sun itself, that reveals true radiance; Eddie is unsure of its truth but only for an instant. He blinks against the trick of light, in case it plays upon the weakness, the fluttering in his blood, the hope in him, but—

Nature cannot compare to the specimen himself; Eddie’s own mind cannot conjure the wholeness of him.

And this, this:

And to behold him across the moors in the slow-breaking rays of day: subtle, coy, glimmering but ever-gentle, as if in deference to his nature cast in this moment so delicate, lips parted as if his lungs conduct the breeze that calls the grasses to dance—to behold him: it is not songs but hymns, then: greater held here in the golden tendril-strands of being itself, more dear and true in these moments than Solomon’s Song in its every measure and metre—more sacred to a sweeter god.

He is a vision, and come daybreak proper not even the dew underfoot could hope to glisten in such measure as to rival his radiance, and if Eddie’s feet move him unconsidered yet conscious in the soul of him, beckoned in his blood and bones—if Eddie takes the strides between them and crosses the expanse to where Steven stands, to where Steven watches, those parted lips nearer now, more plush and sweet like fruit on the vine; those copper eyes more amber at proximity, molten in motion, dancing even as the beloved lines of that face, that face appraise him with just a tilt of consideration, perhaps curiosity. It is not impassive but it is inscrutable, and Eddie’s heart takes pains to fill with all his blood, to pound hard until he’s dizzy with it—though less so than he is with the dancing starshine in that gaze.

His cause for hope.

“I couldn’t sleep,” and oh, oh, but such seraphic tones bathed in sunlight just so, like banked fires behind Eddie’s bounding heart, like the pulses can ride the flames as much as be driven by them: immaculate.

Then the words themselves, the notion: it could ring as a justification, an excuse for being out in these early hours as if Steven Harrington in his glory could ever require justification, something so gauche and pedestrian as an excuse for being when his being is a gift, and then so far beyond such—it could sound defensive, or as an explanation, but no: no, Steven sets it into the space between them like an offering, simple yet simultaneously reminiscent of the beauteous layers of the man himself, his glorious enigma stood before Eddie like dream made flesh: he couldn’t sleep.

“Nor I,” Eddie grasps for that offering, pulls it tight to his chest; “my uncle,” and by all that is good and merciful in the world: if there is hope, if there is an inkling even, to be had only to be dashed but to at least have been known as potential alone, then let his uncle not have offended the patriarch of Steven’s family. Wayne is a kind soul, and a good man, but his humor is acquired to a fault and if he may have—

“Peculiar affinity for porcelain in that dear man,” and Steven, bless him, exalt him, canonize him and damn him straight to hell so long as Eddie may follow and they may be warm and outrageously contented there so as to keep forever the perfect quirk of his lips, like as laughter from the chest but quiet and still, the giddy dance of it all inside the waltzing wonder of his eyes—any and all things, whatever is necessary Eddie will do with effervescent joy, only to keep it on that heavensent face:

“He may have brought me a vase, and promised a tea service in due course.”

And Eddie had toyed with the notion that he couldn’t possibly flush deeper, perhaps in those stray moments he’d spent blissfully distracted by Steven’s amusement, Steven’s sweet lips, and not the likelihood of Wayne’s quirky ways of making a point and this, this, he—

Porcelain.

Only a long-held tradition in his family so entrenched none recall the origin, merely the absolute intent: a token of wedded blessing, or a gift of betrothal. Nothing dramatic or profound in the slightest, of course.

And Wayne chides him for being over-bold.

“Wholly inappropriate,” Eddie coughs into his hand, tries to mask the red in his cheeks with the gesture; “certainly without your, without,” and Eddie casts his eyes to the now-soft lit meadows, seeks counsel and finds none, to say nothing of the pull of Steven before him, nerves pushing his eyes to at least attempt to shy, to defer from Steven’s haze but as so as their eyes meet, it is wholly for nought.

Eddie breathes in deep, tries to steady himself, tries to focus less on the galloping of his heart between his lungs as they expand and more on the faint scent of honeysuckle when none grows here, when the perfume must be of Steven, must be the sweet lure of him for himself alone.

“However can I begin to make amends for such forwardness, uncalled and,” he falters, because the question is heartfelt, the sentiment honest in him but the formality is comfortable familiarity; the root of his worry, the fear that tethers this hope to the ground beneath him, clips its wings: “and undesired?”

For how could it ever be; it wasn’t, and quite rightly so, conveyed definitively in spring last when Steven had met Mister Carver, and Eddie had soured at the reminder of that rake’s transgressions, had let it propel pure jealousy into something fiercer, that made him forget his tongue and speak of himself as some high prize with no thought to the fact that the Hopper-Byers household lived on inferior means in part by choice, their family a taboo of the region but mostly, to a glance, a happy one: the patriarch a veteran of foreign battles and the Missus a force and a household managed by both with all heads covered safe came nightfall and all bellies filled without pain of wanting and no care for which of the children shared their blood if all shared their love.

And Eddie was, he was…

To call him a fool is too lenient, far too forgiving.

He’d spoken low of them even if only in passing, but he believes it was worse for it, for being impudent, thoughtless, and about inferiority of all arrogant nonsense, as if his money outstripped the goodness of those people, of Stev—

Oh, and he couldn’t have stopped there in his imbecility. Even if Eddie hadn’t known quite how Steven’s beloved sister held his heart; even if Eddie had acted for honest reasons to protect his oldest and dearest friend, despite the concern in it no greater than blind hypocrisy, how could he, how could he in defense of his friend not witness the same awkward tendency to babble in the face of feeling—regardless of any and all of it, what he’d done was done callously, and to have seen it crush Steven, the chasm that had opened in the moments Eddie had owned to his deeds—it had only been rivaled for how hateful it settled in him inside the wrath that had emerged to fill that chasm, the disdain, the loathing aimed at Eddie alone when Eddie had thought, when he’d asked, because he wanted so ardently—

He is grateful only that he told no lie in it. Did not try to save himself in falsehoods. The pain, he knows, was never something he could have been spared.

Same as he knows, now, that his feelings in April were sentiments he thought insurmountable. And yet the stirrings in his breast then were but a faint breeze compared to the whirlwind that consumes him now, his heart riotous and rejoicing without even being granted permission, without reciprocation, even before he knew the first lilt of hope.

And now, now that there is hope—

“Considering the lack of pure ruin well deserved yet unsuffered by my fool of a brother,” Steven eyes him knowingly; Eddie had asked Michael not to disclose his hand in shoring up the transgressions made in connection to Mister Carver in the city, but Steven quirks a brow with pointed intent and a warmth, a softness that is offered in something like companionship, like camaraderie, like a confidence shared; “to say nothing of the fortuitous appearance of one Lady Cunningham in our humble sitting room just last morning,” and Steven’s smile, then—and Eddie knows, because he drilled Chrissy through fumbling attempts so very many times, he knows she’d been and he knows it had borne sweet fruit for her affections—but to see Steven smile at him for it, if only in some part, is further still a gift in its own self: “I suspect we both have more than mended our share of transgressions.”

It is more than Eddie could ask for, an even footing steadier in this moment than he could have wished to reach.

And yet.

“You must know,” and Eddie can hear his own heart in his words, in his voice undeniable, inescapable—only rational, for the words passing the thumping in his throat on their way past his lips by necessity: “surely, you must know, it was all for you.”

Steven’s gaze on him is unyielding for a few silent moments, long with only birdsong in the periphery and Eddie’s frenzied heartbeat at the fore: a panopticon than feels all-knowing as it takes him in. Eddie feels wretchedly exposed for it, giddy for the attention in it, and flustered for its sheer intensity all at once.

“I did not wish to make assumptions,” Steven finally speaks, and the words are more exhalation than voice but it lands as poetry woven through a song of him, all of him, as clear as he breathes the music sewn in sonnets; “though to hear it now, from your lips,” Steven’s mouth quirks, and oh, but the apples of those regal cheekbones, their sharpness a threat to man’s sanity—he blushes so sweet.

“But in the measure of mending transgressions, then,” then Steven bites the swell of his bottom lip every so slightly, rewrites the staves of Eddie’s pulse for the indentations as he shakes his head, then lifts his lashes, gilded in remorse; “I fear I’ve—“

“Hush, sweetness, please,” and oh, Eddie has learned well from his uncle to presume, indeed; to be brazen, to speak without a rein on his heart just in this moment, to call him dear sugared things and he almost regrets, almost retreats or seeks apologies but oh, oh but those amber-pooling eyes: they start to drown so dark, the middle-black flooding for more than a pulsebeat but less a moment and—that pesky foolish hope, and Eddie takes not one step, but two steps closer for its pull.

“Anything you have said and done has been more than merited,” and Eddie feels certain in this moment that he must own it in not uncertain terms, even if it risks the heart in his chest; “I was a,” he licks his lips, casts his eyes down in shame, for it because he cannot do otherwise but then he looks up again, pleading in his gaze he knows because once more:

He cannot do otherwise.

“A proper fiend,” and it is true, it is true and he remembers confessing one of his own cardinal sins, his unforgiving tendencies when his opinion of others is sullied and he should not hold so much optimism for the man before him being so deeply entrenched as something different, something better but Eddie has changed himself, for this singular person’s presence in his world; he cannot help but lift his transgressions and pray better than he’s ever managed in a pew for mercies greater than any scripture could serve to the fate of his soul:

“I presumed blindly, and let pride blind my eyes to what stood before me so clear,” he breathes, and it is that, it is a prayerful thing he speaks, and no less.

“And what might have proven such a spectacle?” Steven asks and there’s levity in it, brightness but then underneath: a truth believed, a certainty in doubt. That such a spectacle would be unfathomable, rather than commonplace and a foundational truth among all things.

“The heart of you,” Eddie murmurs without hesitation, reaches toward Steven’s chest on instinct but hesitates before he touches, before he feels more than the suggestion of his heat in the morning chill—Eddie does not have the privilege.

Yet. And he…he still…

“The man you are, truly good beyond all reason or compare,” Eddie murmurs, marvels—he doesn’t touch, but he doesn’t yet withdraw his hand, pull any further away because—

He hopes.

“Beautiful for the flesh of you only as a paltry reflection of the soul in you,” Eddie speaks it so low, pitched close to the earth and deep in his chest because it demands no less, no less, and he wants to touch, he wants to cup Steven’s cheek, he’s wants so deeply to trace those lips in revere and feel him, show his love the best he can, with the remit of action he is allowed for now as a bare echo of what he could, if he’s allowed, if he is granted the joy, the honor of holding this man and reverencing him and adoring not like some idol, no, but as the part of his own heart that conducts all the beating, that makes any living truly worthwhile at all.

Because the value and weight of measuring living has shifted in this new world, with Steven in his view.

“And you, my,” no, no, Steven is not his, not yet, but he can respect what has not come to pass while still lavishing Steven with the ardor full to his heart:

“You, Steven Harrington, are breathtaking,” and now he does presume, the over-boldness his uncle has tried to tame in him but he reaches, and tucks Steven’s soft swoop of hair behind the delicate shell of an ear, and his hand never so much as brushes skin, and Eddie is quick, of ever so gentle in it, so that his fingers have retreated by the time he notices, but: Steven leans for the touch.

Steven leans for his touch.

”And if you are breathtaking,” Eddie lets his eyes roam across Steven’s figure, and he is a marvel, truly, but Eddie’s gaze lingers on the mud-splatters at his hem, stretched over strong calves and it would be impossible not to soften, not to melt within for the bright glow that spreads through Eddie’s chest as he smiles gentle, trusting in the promise of that emanating light as he breathes:

“Imagine what such truths must speak greater truth still, of your soul.”

Steven blinks, and those lashes fan so full: Eddie swears he feels the world around him shift for it, some a divine kind of a blessing.

“You spin such poetry as to treat toward nonsense, good sir,” Steven sighs the words a little over-soft, so gentle, a demure sort of lilt, to poke at him with a familiarity, a casual comfort Eddie aches for; aches for what else it could accompany, could mean.

“You speak with kindness,” Eddie cannot help but to voice the yearning, and his tone does nothing to belie the earnestness of his heart for it; “with lightness to your tone,” he reaches, dares to smooth Steven’s hair once more, slower with the touch to test if he leans again and oh—oh.

Steven cants his chin ever so slightly, and lets his jawline press to Eddie’s hand: more touch of his skin than Eddie has ever known before. He gasps for it, not only slightly undone.

“It tempts me so,” Eddie thinks he breathes; knows it is a shaking thing, much like the thunder of his pulse.

“Tempts you?” Steven leans back, lips pursed to confusion, and Eddie mourns the loss with his blood and bones entire.

“To hope,” because what more can Eddie do now but name it, this feeling beating wings through his veins, propelling his blood as much as his shivering his breath, narrowing his vision but making the whole of being brighter, more flooded full with color?

“To hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself,” his oversaturated wanting bubble forth from him, tongue loose and lungs oddly tight; “as I’d feared never again to know.”

And how he’d feared, he’d feared so deeply that all chance was gone, all hope was lost, that his presumption in the rain that Sunday morning had lost him all possible chance at the happiness his heart understood sooner than his mind, that when he’d leapt without that understanding through and through he’d put fire to the bridge he ever wished to cross.

But: he is here. Now, he is here.

They are here. And Eddie thinks he knows where to leap, his mind seeing the path as his heart trembles for how big the hop has been coaxed into swelling.

“You are too generous to trifle with me,” Eddie swallows hard, tries to even his breath but to no avail; and no matter, not truly: “so I must ask it of you, pure honesty, with no thought to spare my heart for it,” his voice doesn’t crack so much as fade a little, and he prays it does not undercut his sincerity but then Steven moves, reaches.

Tucks Eddie’s curls behind his ear soft, quick as Eddie’d done in reverse but it soothes something in him, doesn’t quieten his pulse but draws enough anxiousness from the drumming for there to be room for wishing, for hoping.

“I swear it,” Steven tells him solemn if soft, and the way he draws his hand away so slow: it feels like a statement of its own.

Eddie sees the path all the more clearly for it, and leaps with the whole of him, now:

“If your feelings have not changed, if your wishes stand firm as they did,” Eddie preludes, needs Steven to know, and to feel no obligation to him, nor guilt in speaking true: “tell me so and I will bother you no longer, this last of my presumptions my final transgression against your kind nature.”

“I swore it, Edward,” Steven speaks with a steel determination, not in kindly but wholly unwavering; “and not lightly done,” and his eyes shine ever-so, as steel in a forge burnt fire-bright.

“I will not lie to spare the heart of you,” Steven promises, then breathes deep with clear resolve; “but neither will I see it handled without due care, no matter your question, no matter its answer.”

And indeed, heart of Eddie is not spared. Because Steven, Steven is being honorable and speaking in vows in ways that tap furious and wantonly around Eddie’s chest but then: he speaks of caring for Eddie’s heart without precedent save for his generous inclinations as a rule—this rings different, though.

And Eddie’s unspared heart—a quandary to be sure, as the point to hand is to hold the very same with care—but his heart is not spared a frenetic pounding that Eddie feels high in his throat, a feathered thing beating to be free.

When his lips part, perhaps he grant’s its wish:

“If,” Eddie starts, breathless at first and understandably so; “if by some kindness I have neither earned nor deserved, your feelings havechanged,” Eddie feels himself on an unexpected precipice, for Steven gazed upon him with…with tenderness. With so much more he has not earned or deserved and yet:

“Then I would have to tell you,” and it’s Eddie’s racing heart giving itself away as not merely frantic but full, so full, and if it takes flight now it can’t help but spill its splendored hopes at the feet of its desire, its best excuse to beat:

“You have bewitched me, body and soul and I love, I love, I,” his breath catches, the revelation of letting the words spill again from his lips now terrifying, for how last they were received but his heart and mind understand it fully, now, and he can speak it with a fullness he didn’t comprehend then, a wholeness he hadn’t tapped to know, then.

And thus so much more than anything: it is exhilarating, to open his heart and hope to be seen truly for all he is, for all that he feels and seeks to give without reservation or reliant: unending.

“I love you.”

And when he breathes, after the world holds those words, when he breathes the air tastes golden, rich and born anew. He makes to speak, to confess further but then—

Steven reaches for his hand, takes it fully in a way Eddie’s never felt before, laces their fingers and stares at them before lifting his eyes to Eddie’s, glistening and stretched so wide. Eddie barely blinks to drink in the whole of him, and when he catches glimpse of the blood-beat at the stretch of Steven’s star-charted throat, the swift rhythm a perfect swell between beauty marks, it swathes something in Eddie that had retained rough edges somehow, smoothes him into whole submission to the way his heart hums for this man’s mere touch.

When Steven pulls Eddie’s hand joined in his own, to press against the source of that perfect beat, and Eddie knows by touch now the way it pounds with the same gusto, the same fluttering testing Eddie’s own ribs: it is magical. It is divinity itself writ in flesh and held between mortal hands.

“I never wish to be parted from you from this day on,” Steven whispers, fierce with it, and Eddie wishes he could move, just now, to bring Steven’s hand close to his chest in turn, to let him feel the tripping slip of beats as it acclimated to a world where, just perhaps, Eddie may have just gotten everything he’s ever wanted.

In point of fact, though: he cannot quite move, because it so happens that cupping a hand against the heart you’ve yearned for so long is momentous to the point of stilling time itself.

But Steven, of course: he proves Eddie’s trust in him, Eddie’s faith and hope, as he does the moving for the both, and draws Eddie’s hand upward, reaches for his other wrist and gathers them together between both his own and lifts them to his lips, kisses fingertips, the peaks of his knuckles, the curve of his wrists.

“Your hands are cold,” Steven breathes, glances up at Eddie and Eddie cannot know what he sees but hopes—since it has not failed him yet—that what he finds is the heart and soul of him for the taking, the sharing, the giving for any and all that’s wanted and received.

Steven’s mouth is only parted the slightest bit but it sends Eddie’s pulse to tripping all the more, but Steven’s eyes are dancing, his inhalations deep but quick, affected as Eddie when he cradles both Eddie’s hands now back to his chest, flattens them to the palm against to feel every beat and breath like a confession or a promise or both of them and more and then—

Then he leans, slow, and Eddie understands this impossible thing: an invitation as much as a query for permission. Steven’s lips are still parted when he pauses a hair's-breadth from meeting and Eddie falls, somehow, although he thought he’d fallen already farther than a man could manage.

But Steven’s pulse under his hand skips, stumbles hard but feels as jubilant as Eddie’s own, so he finds a way to fall further, just the slightest tip forward into that parted pout and Steven; Steven.

Against Eddie’s lips, his kiss is like sunlight.

Against Eddie’s hands, his heart is so warm.

🦋

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #pride and prejudice AU #period romance tropes DIALED TO ELEVEN #specifically: 'you have bewitched me body and soul' #love confessions #aka: THAT meadow scene #nervous and lovesick eddie #coy and equally-lovesick steve #featuring meddling wayne and the lovely lady cunnningham #and most-beloved-sister robin #also one michael wheeler as the most insufferable lydia #stranger things #hitlikehammers' hobbit-birthday prompt fest #gift fic #pearynice

[eddieismissing]

fangs. part one. return from the upside down. // steddie x reader

part two. || part three. || part four.

plot: eddie wasn’t dead. he could never leave his girl to face the world without him, he would do anything to make sure you were okay … even if he was a little bit different. 

pairing: steddie x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5.8k

warnings : 18+, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, vampire!eddie, kaz!eddie, dark content, this part is just story building, angst, fluff, eventual smut (pt2), rough sex, p in v, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, masterbation, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, slapping, hair pulling, cum in v, croptop!steve, daddy!steve, cuck!steve oversharing, spanking, biting. slight cnc. established consent. poly relationship.

a/n: this chapter is mostly slow burn & plot to define my headcanons and the steddie dynamic!! im happy with how it came out :) enjoy.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work. minors do not read. eighteen plus only. please be kind and reblog or comment if you enjoyed.

eddie’s light headed but he slowly comes to. steve was the last person he remembers having a conversation with. he yells out his name.

‘s— s-steve!!! fucking hell…’ he gasped and grabbed his sides.

his shirt was damp. lifting his hand closer to his face, eddie’s eyes grew wide staring at his hand covered in blood. there was so much of it. he looked down at himself to somehow better understand the damage. his hellfire shirt he would always let you borrow was ruined. torn to almost shreds, drenched in blood, and covered in dirt stains from the upside down. he froze. the upside down. he was still in this awful place. alone.

steve was sat in his room holding his phone. contemplating a phone call. he trembled while taking a few deep breaths. remembering the events that had taken place just a few days ago. steve had lost his best friend. tears pooled in his eyes. anxiety riddled his chest. he couldn’t imagine what you were going though. he diverted his gaze to his office chair that sat in his room next to his desk. avoiding the tears that were close to falling down his cheeks. eddie’s DIO vest was sat on the back of the chair. he had given it to steve after he sustained a few injuries to his sides. well, and eddie wasn’t really here to take it back either. steve finally pushed the dial button listening to the ringing tone in his ear.

 ‘please don’t be mad at me…’ he worried.

the phone rang suddenly. you jumped out of your skin as you reached for it knowing damn well that no one should be calling you after ten. especially while you were dealing with the loss of your boyfriend. your precious boy. he was gone. tears grew around the corners of your eyes again as you were reminded. grief overtook your existence now. every waking moment. you sniffled and cleared your throat to pick up the phone. your voice was more hoarse than you expected. like you had just overcome a head cold.

‘hello??’ the line was quiet on the other end.

‘h-hello?’ you stuttered.

you gripped the line of the phone thinking one of those basketball mouthbreathers were playing another sick prank on you.

‘hey…’ the voice was familiar this time.

steve spoke on the other line, what came next was fast and jumbled. it was a trait he developed himself while hanging out with robin in his downtime.

‘i am so sorry to call you so late, i know, but I just really needed to reach out to you and make sure you’re okay. something feels off, i know you’re still dealing with stuff. i’m still dealing with stuff too! i just know eddie would’ve wanted me to make sure you’re taken care of. he asked me before he..’

a pause. neither of you meddled on it. ignoring steve’s comment to the best of your ability.

‘… just understand. i made it out of the upside down to take care of you.’

another pause. this one was much more awkward.

‘… for eddie of course. for him.’ he finally finished.

steve takes a deep breath. hoping that he didn’t confess anything to serious or make things awkward. you were so important to him. he wont admit it —ego was to frail to take a blow like that— but he was really glad you pick up his call. before he could form anymore coherent thoughts you started to laugh. roaring laughter sounded from the other end of his line. really, you were a mess of emotion. what steve confessed stuck out to you. you’ve been unable to deal with your grief by yourself. they were right to look after you. eddie was right to send steve to your rescue. how did he do it? somehow your sweet and selfless freak was still checking up on you. even from the after life. tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you chuckled.

‘steve, thank you.’ was all you could manage.

you both paused. not sure what to say next. it remained quiet on both ends for a bit. both of you were lost in thought about memories the two of you shared with eddie, and eachother. the three of you had grown quite close as you took on new adventures with the kids and the rest of the teens. that’s precisely why you were in this situation. you tried not to point the blame at anyone or get lost in your head. instead you spoke softly to steve,

‘i know how close you were becoming with eddie.’ your voice was drained.

this you knew was true. steve and eddie had always hated each other throughout highschool. just two weeks ago before you found yourself wrapped up in this ‘cult of vecna’ shit. eddies opinion on steve woulve been harsh. now? you’d definitely like to hear what eddie had to say about the ‘king of hawkins high’ himself. you both started hanging out with nancy, robin, a fun group of kids steve babysat, and steve more frequently. this made you all grow closer, quite fast. maybe that changed eddie’s opinion. that was something you knew you’d never have the answer for. before the week that changed your lives occurred, the metalhead often went on tangents telling you how much of an ass steve seemed to be. he had rich parents, was a snob, and could have anyone he pleased. you thought maybe eddie was jealous of steve, but really why would he be. you. his most prized possession. you were eddie’s girl. steve could admit he was always envious of this fact, but in this new blooming friendship mixed with the feelings he had previously had for you, a feeling filled his chest with warmth. steve couldn’t tell who he was more envious of. was it eddie? or was it you? he always shook it off. decided he was just lovesick and wanted to experience the puppy love you both shared. yeah, he was dealing with a lot himself. steve bit his finger to keep it from dancing across his lips as you spoke.

‘he was always so jealous of you, steve. he didn’t mean it though … id hope, for your sake.’ you let out a small giggle to hide the crack in your voice.

‘..im so glad you were there with him in his last moments.’ you said.

he winced before sighing deeply. remembering eddie passing in his arms. steve was the only one who went to check on eddie when he didn’t come back through to the overworld. yeah, they had a love hate relationship, but steve really was closer with eddie. they were trauma bonded after all. small talk often slipped into full extravagant conversations as your group of friends took over hawkins. they figured if they had the same taste in women, maybe they had more things in common too. they were inseparable almost immediately. when eddie went missing, something in steve snapped. he traversed the upside down alone looking for the cowardly man. steve hoped to find him in one piece, but sadly he faced the worst. he rushed to aid eddie in anyway he could. holding him in his arms. steve knew that eddie was a main source of happiness for you, and he understood now. eddie wasn’t what he seemed. he was a bubbly ray of sunshine. sure, he definitely looked like a mean biker that would walk into a bar and pick a fight with the biggest guy he could find. that aside, he really was just navigating the game of life as best he could. he possessed wild, loving, kind, and heartfelt emotions. they shared stories, and steve watched how you kissed eddie’s cheeks, or held his sides when you tugged on him wanting attention. steve loved watching the two of you shamelessly grope each other. it was a guilty pleasure for him. he wanted nothing more than to reunite the two of you. sadly, that would never happen. his lights flickered again as he thought back to the traumatic situation. he spoke over the phone in a sadder tone now,

‘yeah, of course. he was a good guy. just let me know if you need something. please. i’m always here.’ he assured.

you went to thank him and talk more about the love you shared for the sweet boy you both adored, but the dial tone sounded in your ear. the conversation seemed to be cut short as the line died.

‘steve? hello?’ *silence*

nothing. you spoke but no one answered. a soft hum from the empty line filled the speaker. you shook your anxiety away as you closed your eyes. laying the phone on your chest you took a deep breathe. the rest of the strength you possessed was used when you put the phone back on the bedside table next to your favorite stuffed bear. one eye, and a cute white shirt on. you rolled back over into bed you looked down at your necklace and held the charm in your palm. it was your favorite locket. you opened it to view the photo inside. it was a photo of eddie that you had taken when he was sat on your bed after he climbed through the window on evening. pure eddie fashion. you kissed the photo goodnight and went to bed. a deep, stressful sigh filled your lungs. nervousness grew in your chest thinking back to the phone call. why did he hangup so suddenly? you avoided the unease and rolled over to get comfortable. steve would be okay. surely. he always was.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

steve had a dumb look on his face as he heard the dial tone loudly in his right ear. his lights still flickering as he sat the phone down. he looked even more confused as he realized the lights illuminating his stripped walls were flashing on and off in some sort of pattern. he had seen one of the kids do it before.

‘...maybe it was henderson…? no, no, it was definitely sinclair…?’

the clueless boy he spoke out loud. he whispered to himself often. it made him feel less crazy. he also thought it helped him think better. standing up now off his bed he studied the lights.

‘S.O.S.’

still not understanding he focused his eyes on the lights and tapped his fingers against his tight jeans, he mocked the pattern.

‘eddie’ he spoke with determination.

his dark eye’s were glowing from the light that bounced off the lamp shade. steve remembered eddie mentioning to nancy how he knew only ‘S.O.S.’ in morse code. nancy just scoffing and staring at him in pure judgment. steve thinks back to the memory.

‘that counts, right?’ eddie said with uncertainty.

those were some of eddie’s last words. if only they knew. maybe the group could’ve done something different? steve still thought his little knowledge he had on the subject was cool. the lights continued to flicker. steve jumped off his feet. still in his pjs. he rushed around his rooms looking for his key items. he threw a yellow sweatshirt over his old crop top he wore to sleep, and threw on his pants. grabbing his keys, a flashlight, his bat, steve threw open his bedroom door. walking swiftly out of his room before turning and grabbing one last thing. he picked up the cloth that laid on the chair next to his desk. eddie’s battle vest. with determination filling his chest. he sighed and spoke to himself,

‘this better be you, man.’ he ran out of the room.

steve jumped in his car and headed towards the forest that surrounded his friends old trailer, the last place he had seen his friend.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

eddie carelessly walked around the upside down, fearing nothing. the large trees danced over him, threatening him with their presence. his nerves caused him to drift off his path he had followed for the past hour. he walked down a street that seemed familiar now, accidentally stumbling upon harrington’s house.

‘ah, shit.’ he giggled.

he thought back to all the times he wasn’t invited to the parties steve would host because he was the school ‘freak.’ the memories were bitter sweet. after all, steve harrington was the first person to ever call eddie his infamous nickname. now it didn’t really matter. they were more mature. eddie saw steve in a different light. however, to say it didn’t sting was unreasonable. in eddie’s defense, he was really trying to look past all those times in highschool the ‘king’ had shoved him into his locker, made a snarky comment about his interest, took his lunch, or even tried to get with his crush. he was totally trying to see steve in a different light. ‘freak’ still hurt, but eddie learned to love it. that nickname slowly manifested into something more. it turned him into who he was today. sometimes, he would even ask you to moan it back into his mouth as he kissed you. wish steve knew that.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

eddie gets lost in another thought thinking of you. god, he really fucking missed you. two days without you and he couldn’t get you out of his head. he remembers a time during his first senior year. eddie watched you from the street in his van. steve threw a pool party every year and made sure you were on the guestlist. always. just to piss him off. he was sure of it. this one was to celebrate graduation. you were a junior but steve adored you so of course you and a few other junior girls were invited. it didn’t matter that eddie wasn’t graduating, he was glad he got held back so he had more time with you. he felt jealousy bubble up in his chest instantly. watching steve snake his arms around your waist in that tiny swimsuit was torture. he tried to pull his eyes away, honestly. but he was totally entranced by you. he watched steve hold you down before forcing you into the ice cold pool. you were playing in that dipshits pool.

‘oh jesus h christ’ eddie mumbled from the safety of his van.

you were such a flirt with all the guests. eddie was lost in his daydream. you had no idea what you were doing to him. you had no idea that eddie was watching you. your body looked amazing in that skimpy black swimsuit. it was a little too small since you hadn’t bought one since sophomore year. the two boys devoured you with their eyes. eddie cursed steve for being the one was able to gaze at you up close.

if eddie were in his shoes he would’ve made up some excuse to be a pervert. he even would’ve accidentally pulled the top string of your top so you would have to grab your chest and complain about needing a helping hand to tie it back. water dripped down your body as you wrapped yourself in a towel. eddie knew you were inexperienced, and a little careless around men. not knowing fully what they were thinking or even capable of. that drove him even crazier. drove steve crazy too. they both watched you, eddie a couple yards away and steve a few feet. eddie’s chest got hot and tight while watching harrington adjust his pants as you walked up to him sitting in a lawn chair.

‘i think im gonna head out, stevie.’ you said.

‘oh princess! leaving so soon? c’mon we could have another drink?’ he pointed to his cooler.

steve grabbed another beer before biting the can with his teeth. he shotgunned the can. hoping to impress you. a giggle left your throat and he smiled lighting a cigarette for his succession. eddie rolled his eyes. you continued to say your goodbyes to steve and went inside. leaving eddie’s sight. you went to gather your clothes so you could change out of your wet clothes and into something more comfortable. eddie started his van up knowing you would soon be walking out of the front door. steve’s big fancy entryway being hard to miss from where he was parked. he wanted to make sure you, of all people, didn't think he was some loser. watching you was maybe freak behavior but he loved you. obsessed with you since freshman year when you passed a note to him mentioning how you supported his efforts in starting a club. hellfire. which, for a fact, was doing very well. secondly. this meant that he liked you longer than stupid dipshit harrington. yet, he knew that if you caught him it would take even more effort to make you his. because why would someone as pretty and sweet as you ever really like the freak? especially when steve, your perfect boy next door, was begging for your attention any chance he got.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

eddie walked through the woods around steves house while thinking of you. completely lost in thought. he was woken up from his day dream as he bit his lip. a sharp pain. something wet and warm was dripping down his chin. blood. he moved his hand up to his lip he had just bit and realized he must’ve pierced himself with his teeth,

‘that’s strange.’ he mumbled.

he stuck his tongue against his pearls realizing they were sharper than before. as eddie was investigating his own mouth he heard a twig snap behind him. he wasn’t fearful or scared of the upside down anymore, he felt comfortable. however, this didn’t change his cowardly personality. hearing the sudden noise he decided to head towards steve’s house. 

the upside down made steve’s house look different. it was gross, colorless, and slimy. it’s appearance was somehow more revolting to him now than when he would drive past steve’s block before school. he opened the door and proceeded to walk up the stairs to find steve’s room. deciding he was going to snoop around in his new friend’s room while he had the chance. he dug through drawers, looked under his bed, through his desk and went through his closet only finding a few things that sparked his interest. condoms, cute crop tops steve must’ve worn to bed, a tasteful but not kinky playboy mag, and an abba cassette tape. eddie groans at the thought of steve being vanilla and gentle with his girls. is that's why steve never had a chance with you? eddie thought to himself. if he had the chance, he wanted to exchange sex stories with steve. eddie huffed at the thought. maybe steve could teach him a few things? doubt it. sprawling out on steve’s bed. eddie always wanted to take you in front of steve. would he want to watch? he stared at the wall and got lost in his dirty thoughts. eddie’s eyes grew sore from looking at steve’s ugly stripped wallpaper. he picked up the playboy magazine that was in his possession. he turned the pages, some stuck together.

‘gross harrington, couldn't even grab a tissue?’ he said to himself.

he found a model that resembled you covered in traces of steve. eddie chuckled realizing he must’ve frequented this page. his urge to tell steve about his sex stories with you increased. oversharing was one of eddie’s favorite things to do. it brought him comfort. the idea of sharing dirty stories with steve fueled him. watching steve be jealous while he adjusted his pants. that was a serious slice of karma. the thought made eddie’s cock stiffen against his tight black ripped jeans. eddie kept his composure, but he could admit he was hungry for you. to him, it felt like he hadn’t had the chance to use you for years. he took his time looking at the girls in the magazine. wishing he had kept an old polarid of your naked body in a revealing pose in his wallet. he’d remind you to strip down so he could take one for him when you reunited. that’s if, he ever sees you again. he shook those negative thoughts out of his head. getting bored very quickly, and threw the mag somewhere into the room. it hit the lamp that was next to steve’s desk. eddie looked curiously at the lamp. he remembered the time that henderson, one of his hellfire members, mentioned the story of will byers. dustin explained over and over how eddie would’ve loved will. he was a kid at heart and still loved playing D&D as often as they could. he moved to california, for different reasons. dustin explained further,

‘will was so smart, he thinks on his feet! he totally learned how to communicate in the upside down with lights to get his mom's attention!’ he said.

eddie moved closer to the lamp and began turning it on and off again.

‘S.O.S.’

this continued for a few more minutes before eddie decided to walk back to his trailer. he knew that if his message got through to steve that he would be headed there next. 

•ʚ♡ɞ•

fingers tensed as steve gripped his steering wheel. he was looking at eddie’s porch. his headlights were illuminating the door and side of eddie’s trailer. inside his head he tried to keep his composure. terrified of what may be lurking inside the now abandoned trailer. taking a deep breath, steve turned off his car. shook out his nerves one more time before slowly walking up the stairs. he opened the door to the dark trailer. it was quiet. he walked towards the hole in the ceiling that looked into the nightmarishly dimension. bending his neck he glanced into the other side. steve stood in shock. steve’s neck being extended out made his throat sore as he gulped. his jaw tensed. he was looking into the darkness of the upside down and there he was. eddie “freak” munson. banishment was his fait steve thought. how was he here now? the clearly injured eddie sat crisscrossed. he seemed calm. staring down at steve from the hole in the middle of his trailer’s living room.

‘e..eddie?’

steve shook his head thinking he was dreaming. he couldn’t believe his eyes. heart racing and palms sweaty. anxiety filled his chest. how was this possible? first ‘zombie-boy’ and now … his bestfriend was in front of him again. clear as day.

‘there’s my big boy.’ eddie said with a shit eating grin.

his teeth sparkled a bright white, bearing sharper teeth. steve made a note of this though his confusion. curiosity riddled his brain.

‘i was waiting for my knight in shining armor to come save me!’ eddie chuckled carelessly.

steve was so excited to see his best friend again. shaking off any thoughts of unease. he didn't even hesitate to grab the tied together clothes left on his side of the world. that was the way they traversed through the dimensions, but eddie had thrown it to dustin carelessly before his last moments. steve threw it upwards at the roof of the homey trailer. excitement struck steve like a little puppy. he wanted to tell eddie so much. sure, it had only been two days, but he desperately needed a hug. steve knew his next moves. pulling him in for a aggressive hug and then punching the shit out of his arm. steve would laugh as eddie winced at the pain and he would grunt out a soft,

‘what the fuck, dude!’

his eyes glossed over thinking about the moment that was seconds away from becoming a reality. he couldn’t believe eddie was back. it choked him up a bit.

‘catch!’ the yell filled the room.

steve was hollering at the curly haired boy. eddie caught the rags and tugged. the rope was suspended in between the two dimensions, like before. steve rushed towards eddies room. he planned to grab a mattress to ensure a safe landing. however, as soon as steve turned away he heard a loud thud. eddie had an increased sense of balance. already free from the upside down and standing now on his two feet in front of steve. he was covered in blood and dirt, he looked like shit. hot shit. but still shit. eddie’s shirt barely clung to his body. he had cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over his pale chest. a few hickies lined his v line and disappeared into the waistband of his trousers. steve knew that was you who left those love bites. a demobat wouldn’t be that gentle.

steve’s eyes traversed eddie’s body and held his breath. the view was strangely erotic. why was he so turned on? was it his grief mixed with his dumb man brain? maybe it was just that time of the night. yeah, he was a bit on the confused side for sure. dealing with the backs and fourths of his closeted mind.  he was used to traditional love. the feelings scared him. who would’ve though steve would ever have a crush on a man? especially towards his best friend. steve blushed while taking off eddie’s vest. he tossed it towards him and a smile grew on his lips. remembering the moment they shared just a few days ago. steve spoke suddenly,

‘for your modesty, dude.’ they both giggled.

eddie paused, having an evil grin adorn his face. he did really miss steve. removing his mangled hellfire shirt he spoke,

‘what? you don't think my girl would still wanna wear my shirt?’

steve laughed, and through the chuckles said, ‘covered in nasty shit and your blood? absolutely not.’

eddie put his vest over his bare chest. he looked steve directly in his eyes, and began with,

‘oh you have no idea what we get up to… do you harrington?’ steve stiffened at eddies words.

eddie continued, ‘i saw your house while i was traversing around in there, decided to snoop. found a cute magazine. i would've kept it if my favorite page wasn’t ruined.’ he hissed.

his brows were furrowed at steve. he was being sure to let steve know he would never let him touch you. not without his permission. he was so possessive over you. seeing steve’s dirty magazines made him a little weary. he was fine with steve stealing glances when he groped you, and he loved how curious steve would get when eddie made sexual comments at you when he was around. he would watch steve squirm in his pants. maybe he would share you? ugh. he was doing it again, being a pervert and falling into dirty thoughts while he needed to be serious or real. he urged himself to come back down to eart. relief flooded over eddie. eddie really did miss steve. he couldn’t wait to embrace him with a hug and maybe chat about all that he’s missed while sharing a joint. of course, by sharing he meant smoking while steve watched. steve punched eddie in the arm and pulled him in for a hug. eddie blushed, his tough guy act was cut short.

‘shut up man.’ he teased.

steve pulled away from the hug first. pushing his hand into eddie’s chest.

‘we can talk about that mess i made on my magazines after i bring you back to her. think shes gonna fall in love with me? maybe ill get a kiss for returning her most prized possession.’

eddie let out a belly laugh, his sharp fangs being more prominent.

‘in your wet dreams, harrington.’ he jabbed.

if only eddie knew how many times you had been running through steve’s head late at night. maybe he would take that joke back. eddie just laughed though. it didn’t sound like he was being serious but still eddie’s mind wandered. he needed a cold shower. walking toward the back of the trailer eddie made his way to the bathroom. deciding he had to be in good shape before he surprised you with his escape from death. they planned to head to your house after he cleaned himself up. steve sat on his couch, leaning his head back. he pictures the hickies he saw on eddie’s hips. the image of you sucking deeply into the pale tender skin of his bestfriend consumed him.

‘wait, why was he looking at my porn stash..?’ steve thought out loud again.

he rolled his head back wondering if eddie was going to jerk off in his bed. his hands slapped over his face as he brushed the dirty confusing thoughts away and instead tried to imagine everything that the two of you might get up to when he’s not around. lost in thought as he laid his head back against the soft couch. dirty thoughts of you and eddie filled his mind. he so so turned on. he was so hot, bothered, and absolutely full of sexual desires. was it the phone call he just had with you? definitely that time of night. he sighed as he heard eddie turn on the shower.

steve continues to think back through his memories of you and eddie. there’s a flashback here to the beginning of their senior year. 

the two boys had massive crushes on you. this was the start of their hatred for each other. as soon as steve’s interest in you grew, so did eddie’s possessiveness and jealousy. and you. well, you had no idea. your clueless nature put both of them in the competitive mood. it was a fucking game to them. steve was always quick to visit your locker and sweet talk you. he loved whispering things in your ear to see you shiver. his favorite was when he watched eddie clench his fist as he pulled your hair behind your ear and got closer to your neck. that fucker. eddie burned inside each time he did that. however, eddie was convinced the preppy himbo didn’t know you like he knew you. eddie watched you. stalked you. he learned how to make you laugh between your classes, he would act like a fool, making funny faces, and loud noises to gather your attention. you and eddie hadn’t really talked other than during freshman year. passing notes when you were bored and watching him draw. that’s how you knew eddie had a caring side to him too. he was always around too. his presence was comforting. not scary in the slightest like how steve warned you. for example, one time steve’s old friend tommy slapped your ass as you walked down the hall in a skimpy skirt. eddie watched it happen. of course he did. oh, he loved that skirt on you. following you throughout the day just to have a chance to peak under it. but, after he watched another man disrespect you he almost lost his mind. he pinned tommy against a locker instantly punching the steel door next to tommy’s head.

‘not. fucking. cool.’ he growled.

you looked at him with scared eyes. all you could make out was his pretty rockstar curls and his side profile. it was a flash of movement and then a loud bang. he was deeply clenching his jaw. his rings sparkled as they tightened around the material of a shirt. the shirt that your perpetrator was wearing. you wouldn’t admit it but you were more startled at eddies tone and the sudden loud bang against the steel lockers. how was he always around? protecting you? you wondered. ultimately deciding to shut down the thoughts as you heard eddie mumble something, 

‘you touch her again and im going to cut your fucking fingers off. you hear me? gonna loose each of ‘em. one. by. one. never touch any ass again.’ his tone was scary.

he glanced at you but his eyes darted back to tommy as you met his gaze.

‘especially mine.’ oh he wanted to say it so bad.

but he didn’t. instead he just grunted, angrily, like he was letting out pent up emotions. tommy knew how eddie felt about you. steve had shit talked eddie a few times to him over lunch or in the locker room after basketball games. it was so obvious. someone as clueless as you should’ve even been able to tell how much eddie adored you. tommy smirked because of the embarrassment that grew on eddies redden cheeks. he could just spoil eddie’s little secret in front of you right now. tommy smirked knowing how humiliated eddie would be if his secret got out. a loser like him liked a girl like you. he grabbed the boys collar tighter. eddie was calling his bluff. distance between the two boys closed in so  he could whisper.

‘get out fuck of here, tommy.’

there was a pause from eddie, he glanced at you. making sure his words were ineligible to you.

‘and remind that dipshit, harrington to fuck off with the flirting for me? he’s getting to close to my girl. m’kay? you both know how i feel about this one.’

he turned to you and spoke smoothly, ‘you okay, sweetheart?’

you blushed and nodded with a hand over your mouth. sweetheart. eddie had always called you that. this time felt different. you tummy spun and your cheeks got really hot. that was new. really new. you never noticed how protective he was of you till this day. didn’t even really pay mind to him when you noticed him watching you in the shadows. he walked away from you confidently. he sent a sweet smile your way as he spun on his heels. steve walked down the hall towards you. they crossed paths for a moment and the sight in front of you was like out of a movie. two hot boys in a glowing in florescent light from the school hallways. they seemed to walk in slow motion and the contrast of their outside appearances was comical. eddie was like a broken mirror that promised to bring seven years of bad luck, but steve was like warm sunset that you watched while at a bonfire. as eddie passed steve he stuck his tongue out with a guttural sound leaving his throat. the brunette just rolled his eyes with a small wave as a reply to the devil child. you thought both of them were so attractive. in different ways. however, maybe you weren’t the only clueless one. neither of them knew you had more of a thing for bad boy outcasts. maybe steve could actually flirt with you but eddie was different. he peaked your interest in a way steve couldn’t. both men had their ups and downs but you wanted to know more about that boy the town called the devil. consider your intrest peaked. if only you knew eddie had been obsessing over you for years. he was tired of just watching you now though. eddie wanted to change something. he wanted to have you to himself and show you off to the world. especially after he watched you all day in that slutty black skit. you had no idea what you were doing to him. a few weeks after spying on you at steve’s pool party. that pushed him over the edge. he decided he was going to make his first move and soon, he’ll show steve.

fin.

this is my first ever fanfic and im proud of it so far! im super new to tumblr and am just messing around while i figure out the ropes :) thank you for reading and please if you enjoyed reblog or fav! p.s. parts one - five are out now. check my masterlist!

— with love, KID!

part two. || masterlist. || taglist.

#dark!eddie munson #perv!eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stalker #obsessive #possessive #lovesick #stalking #obsession #smut starter #smut writing #fluff #female reader #vampire!eddie #kas!eddie #f #m #cuck #cuck!steve #fangs #fangs･ ｡ﾟ♱: .☽

[peculiar0ne]

eddie munson is the type to blush like a maniac when steve calls him ‘princess’ and no one can change my mind.

consider-

•steve is running around the trailer after another sleepover at the munson’s, rummaging through drawers, cabinets, anything he sets his eyes on.

•”where the fuck is it?” he mumbles, almost slamming his head into the doorframe as he rapidly approaches the bedroom for the third time. the hallways are dark, sunlight just beginning to peek through in the early hours of 6 am.

•”woah, hey, stevie! calm down baby. what’s up?” eddie questions, lifting his head off the pillows, curls in array while he cocks his head to the side.

•”i’m late for work, and i can’t find my fucking nametag. have you seen it, princess?”

•eddie’s face flushes at the nickname. “n..nope, can’t uh…can’t say i have. did you check the c..coffee table, love?” he mentally slaps himself, embarrassed about his faltering voice.

•”no, actually. ….you okay, eds?” steve chuckles at his boyfriend’s awkward demeanor, leaving the room to proceed his nametag hunt.

•”yeah i’m…..fine,” eddie replies, slightly raising his voice as steve walks out.

•”FOUND IT!” steve’s head pokes around the corner, flashing his tag at his partner, smiling wide. “thanks for the help, eddie!”

•”now, i gotta go before i get my ass fired. or worse….robin murders me,” steve rolls his eyes at the thought, eddie just laughs.

•the curly haired boy reaches his arms out, inviting his partner for a hug, which steve gladly accepts. “have a good day at work, stevie,” eddie states, leaning back into the comfort of his bed.

•steve scoffs, but sends the boy a smile. “yeah, yeah. have fun at school later, and don’t forget your walkman and headphones, okay? love you, princess.”

•he places a kiss to eddie’s temple, making sure he takes note of the sudden heat radiating off his boyfriend’s face.

•after steve leaves, and eddie hears the beemer pull away, he can’t help but bury his face deep in his blankets, face bright red as he comprehends what just happened. he has to do everything in his power to keep himself from screaming and waking up wayne. he’s so filled with joy at the new pet name he had been given.

•”damnit harrington, what are you doing to me?” he smiles, staring at the polaroids of him and steve plastered on the wall, slowly falling back asleep.

LOWERCASE INTENDED

#steddie #steveddie #eddie is lovesick af #change my mind #autistic eddie munson #princess eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things hc #steddie hcs #eddie munson

[sarahmadisonxoxo]

The rumors were that the Munson’s were poor. No one of wealth would ever be caught living in a trailer outside the city limits. There was some truth in that. Wayne Munson never accepted a dime from his brothers schemes. Stealing and lying to afford his way into the elites good graces.  Rumors were that Eddie had to come beg at Wayne’s crumbling doorstep for a place to sleep. People assumed that Eddie’s parents had gotten caught up in some legal mess - not because they knew anything about them- just assuming the worst of them because of the belief they were poor.  It was nothing but pure prejudice that tainted the Munson name.  Eddie’s parents got off free with their crimes. Perfect crimes that offered a young Eddie a home that easily would have put the Harringtons or Wheelers to shame. Marble floors imported from Italy. Endless rooms and hallways for a child to get lost playing in.  What no one ever knew was that Eddie ran away from the world he’d grown up in. Accepting a leaky roof and tight corners over being expected to perform Infront of other people like a seal.   He’d never fit in with that sort of life anyway. Rich enough to afford everything except freedom.  Wayne didn’t care that he wanted long hair. Didn’t care that he fell in love with pretty boys, and dreamed of being the one getting swept off his feet instead. He could blast Metallica and dance around the living room. Most importantly he wasn’t expected to wear a tux... well ever.  There had only been one time he didn’t completely hate it. One of the many extravagant parties his dad was throwing. Dom Perignon spraying from fountains like it was water. Predictably stale conversations about stock and wealth creation. Women dressed in gowns that could buy Wayne’s trailer several times over. The most ridiculous affair, salvaged only by the most angelic face he’d ever seen.  A man who’s name to this day he couldn’t remember getting. Not from the lack of trying. His Adonis was deaf.  In the moment’s Eddie had been trying to introduce himself, the man never faced him. Before any sort of anger could bubble in his chest he’d noted another guest of the party coming and signing something to him.  If there had ever been a moment he’d regretted not paying attention in school it was that one. The prestigious grade school he’d attended as a child had spent a lot of time teaching ASL as well as several other languages of communication. Being no older than sixteen at the time Eddie immediately lost his nerve.  He’d eventually come to learn ASL. Wanting to be able to formally greet the beauty next time he saw him, but that time never came. The beautiful boy with honey eyes was never to be seen again.  That along with finding that he didn’t care for the caged life of someone of wealth had him begging at Wayne’s door.  It could have been the best thing that happened to him. Leaving his home and moving half across the country to live with his uncle in a one bedroom trailer.  One that was again quickly made better when he once again came face to face with Adonis, his name is Steve, outside of a video store. 

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #steve harrington is an adonis #eddie munson #Eddie munson is lovesick #headcannons #stranger things

[idkwhatimdoing1981]

Imagine Argyle being Eddie's wingman and them having a deep conversation about dating while stoned. They are hanging out at lovers lake on a camping trip with Steve, Jonathan and a few of the kids who are all fast fast asleep at this point. Argyle knows that Eddie likes Steve and gives him advice on how to approach him. Eddie jokes about him liking Jonathan to which Argyle blushes and laughs eventually confessing his crush. Meanwhile Steve and Jonathan are having the same conversation over a few drinks and decide to ask their crushes out together.

If anyone wants to turn this idea into a full story please feel free but make sure to credit me for the idea. (:

#gay solidarity #basically #they are all lovesick idiots #wingman argyle #is my new fave thing #jargyle #steddie #steveddie #jonathan byers #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #argyle stranger things

[ghostlyfleur]

okay but steve harrington + shy! innocent! crybaby-ish reader where he is like play fighting with her and tickling her to the point where he’s pinned her down and she’s laughing so cute! but secretly, the weight of her boy on top of her and his hands all over her thighs and stomach, is making her rlly rlly wet 🥹

she’s like “steveee stop tickling me!” bc she can’t take it anymore and he does! but he also fully takes his weight off of her which makes her start huffing and whining for him to come back, grabby hands shooting out at him. steve is confused, ofc, like “honey i thought you wanted me to stop?” and she’s so embarrassed covering her face, squeezing her thighs and almost, if not, crying in frustration.

steve pulls her hands off her face to see her eyes, laying back down on her body when her legs spread open again, looking at her to explain further, but all she can do is whine that “it hurts s’bad stevie”.

he’s confused for a moment but then he glances down and her ridden-up oversized t-shirt reveals the wet spot forming on her panties. he presses a big kiss on his angel’s lips before cooing on her mouth, lightly touching her clothed cunt, “aw honey you wanted me to stop bc your lil pussy got all wet f’me, huh? is that what you were trying to say?”

to which she responds something like “wanted y’to stop ticklin’ me, not to stop touching me :,(“! steve finds his lovely girl so adorable, he makes sure to take good care of her afterwards, like always! maybe even mocking her just a bit from getting so turned on from a little tickling 🫠

holy shiiiiit — normal sized font below the cut

this is definitely soft dom!daddy!steve…

like he’s so doting and caring and careful and affectionate, always spoiling and praising his angel, being all playful and funny and silly like he always is— and the two are best friends, don’t get it twisted! they’re dating, but they’re still the best of friends… they banter and play fight and mock each other, share secrets and personal thoughts and feelings and they gossip together, play pranks on each other… all the good best friend things…

so they’re very close. very. loyal and devoted and completely obsessed with each other. as much as steve’s sweet girl loves to dote on him and take care of him, it’s more so her stevie’s self-assigned job to care for his baby.

and so steve buys her flowers, takes her on cute dates, is always looking out for her and can’t help his casual dominance, tying her shoes and carrying her places sometimes and brushing her hair and treating her like a little doll, his little doll. slowly acclimates her to what being in a relationship is like, he’s so so patient.

but he’s so hungry for her, it drives him insane how oblivious she is to the affect she has on him, how fucking adorable and clueless she is but also so very eager to please— because that’s all she wants, to be stevie’s good girl, to make him feel safe and loved and cared for, to make him feel good. but she gets greedy easily now… now that steve has ingrained in her mind that he truly wants her and loves her, that he’s all hers, that he wants to spoil her, marry her and make her his little wife, and spend his entire life with her!!!!!! her! his best friend! his person! they’re soulmates after all!!!!!!

her shyness stays, it’s just who she is (and steve finds it so fucking cute he has to constantly hold himself back from cooing at her all the time), but she’s just so horny for her stevie and doesn’t know how to say it ‘cause she’s so embarrassed and flustered and unsure and finds it hard to voice her needs and wants, so it manifests into tears. whenever she wants something from her stevie she gets all soft and small and pouty, grabbing at him and whining and holding his fingers to get his attention, and steve coos at her, can’t help it, his sweet angel girl so needy, and he always wants to give her the world, right? that’s his baby! she deserves to be spoiled! but her stevie is very clear in his rules— you have to speak up, tell him what you want, communicate. that’s very important to him.

and yeah, in theory his angel thinks it’s perfect, the communication and attention and how safe it makes her feel, but she physically can’t speak up when her stevie is making her feel all these sweet, intense, pretty feelings that she’s never felt before, even though she knows her stevie, her daddy, will always give her whatever she wants 😖 she just gets so pouty and teary-eyed and huffs and puffs, crossing her arms or stomping her foot like a spoiled brat until she’s so desperate bc her stevie is adamant she has to tell him what she wants before he does anything, that he’ll give her whatever she wants if she asks for it, that she whines and mumbles and asks him “pretty please, daddy” and steve is gone.

when her perfect, incredible, dreamy stevie is playing around with her, after she teases him or mocks him or they pretend-fight, or when they’re joking around, he’ll tickle her ‘cause she has the cutest little giggles, even though her laugh is kind of weird— sometimes loud, sometimes silent, sometimes she’ll fall down from laughing so hard. still, he loves it. it’s his favorite sound in the world, along with her little needy noises. it’s always different and funny and steve loves finding out what kind of laugh he’ll get out of his sweet girl that day, so he tickles. and if there’s one thing about his angel is that she loves using him as a weighted blanket, loves his weight on her, pressing her down and molding their bodies together, so that coupled with how his hands are all over her body, fingers gripping her and poking at her, his bulge rubbing against her, she gets needy. wet. very greedy. but if her stevie gets up or pulls away or sits back????? away from her????? she’ll turn into such a crybaby, like it’s the most insulting thing he could ever do, to pull away.

and steve knows. he knows how much she’s taken to steve being all over her, making her feel good, letting her explore and learn what they both like, being the only one to touch her and her him, but she still carries this air of innocence and softness and inexperience that drives him up the wall. the little looks she gives him and the shy smiles and the eagerness. she’ll be the horniest little minx, crawling up his lap and rubbing her cunt against his thigh, but will also hide her face and whimper and get all shy even if steve is balls deep inside her.

the duality of her never fails to disarm him completely. steve definitely tickles his angel sometimes when he wants to rile her up and get her needy for him— he thinks she’s clueless about it, but soon it turns into this thing where steve has pretty much conditioned her to turn into a needy little mess whenever he starts tickling her— she gets wet instantly now.

#steve inbox! #fairy writes #steve harrington (harmo’s version) #daddy!steve harrington #soft dom!steve harrington #lovesick!steve harrington #perv!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x best friend!reader #steve harrington x shy!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #inexperienced!reader #virgin!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington friends to lovers #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington hc #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader

[harrywavycurly]

At First Sight Part 2: Blushing

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @ali-r3n @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @sweetmoonlove0214 @heydreamchild @mrsjellymunson @marshmallowgem

A/N: Enjoy Eddie freaking out and Steve and Dustin trying to figure out what’s going on with him. Get comfy though this is a long conversation😂💖

“You look like shit Munson.” “You just don’t know what love looks like Harrington so fuck off.” “Jesus you’re like…extra testy…did you get her name?” “Yes now where’s Henderson? I need his little shithead ass to figure out what the hell is going on.” “You rang?” “Henderson! Thank god you’re here you have-” “are you blushing?” “What? No?” “Dude you’re totally blushing…isn’t he Steve?” “Uh…well I mean his cheeks are…kinda…pink.” “I ran here from the shop you assholes.” “You ran? Why didn’t you just drive?” “I…don’t know Dustin I just…I saw her name and then next thing I know I’m here and I just…I think I’m going crazy.” “Relax…now just tell me exactly what happened when you saw her.” “Yeah don’t leave anything out.” “That’s what..exactly what happened means Steve…but thanks for the backup.” “Uhm okay well I was standing next to my van and uh…she pulled up in her beetle and got out and I’m not gonna lie I took a look at her uh ya know…backside and then she turned around and looked at me and my world stopped-” “stopped? Like time literally froze or did it move in slow motion?” “Well it kinda went in slow motion and I saw hearts and in my mind it was like….fireworks were going off and then she walked by me and into the shop and that was it.” “That was it?” “What he means is now he’s obsessed and thinks he’s in love.” “Well yeah it sounds like love at first sight.” “What? That’s…a thing?” “Dude how the hell have the two of you lived this long and never heard of love at first sight?” “I mean I’ve heard of it but…I didn’t think it was real.” “It’s real…but normally it happens for both parties…” “so you think she loves me too?” “I honestly don’t…know…wait is this her name?” “Yeah Eddie got it from her paperwork from the shop.” “I know her.” “What the fuck do you mean you know her Henderson?” “Wow calm down…she’s my neighbor…she babysat me a few times.” “Babysat you?…I’m your fucking babysitter you jerk.” “Guys can we focus please? I’m kinda losing my damn mind because I’m in love with Dustin’s fucking neighbor.” “How do you not know her? She graduated with you from Hawkins.” “What? No fucking way I’d know if the love of my actual life went to high school with me.” “Clearly you weren’t paying attention because she went to Hawkins High and graduated the same year you did so…” “Wait if she’s your neighbor that means she’s seen me drop you off at least a few times right? So that means she knows me so if I knock on her door-” “dude you can not just go knocking on some girl’s door that is a huge red fucking flag.” “Steve’s right that’ll freak her out but you’re also right…she knows you because she told me one time that you drive like shit but she said your name.” “She….knows my name?…what did it sound like when she said it? Did it sound like a song that you could listen to over and over again?” “Don’t ever ask me something like that again Eddie you’re my fucking Dungeon Master for crying out loud…get it together.” “I’m sorry I just…I feel like I’m having a panic attack but I’m happy about it? Like finally I have…something or someone to…live for.” “Can you maybe hold off on her being your reason to live until you actually meet her?” “I agree with Henderson….go on a date first or something.” “How can I go on a date when you two won’t let me knock of her door?” “Wait a minute…if she graduated with you Eddie that means she might know Robin!” “Okay and what’s Robin have to do with my future wife?” “Don’t go planning your marriage yet big boy…I’m just saying we can see if Robin knows her and she can reach out to see if she can give you her number…then you-” “can knock on her door?” “No…you can call her and see if she’d be interested in-” “being with me forever?” “You’re fucking hopeless.” “Don’t be mean to me right now Harrington okay? I just…love her.” “We know you do Eddie and we promise we are gonna try to get you and her in a room together so you can…see if she feels the same…right Steve?” “Yeah…we’re gonna help you man…it’ll be fine just let me talk to Robin.” “Okay…” “until then no stalking or-” “declarations of love I got it man…”

#at first sight series #eddie munson series #eddie munson au #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson x soulmate!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #lovesick!eddie Munson #Eddie Munson #steve harrington #stranger things au #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfiction #my little dungeon master baby #my little fluffy haired baby #love struck #soulmate au

[resident-bowie-bitch]

little steve and eddie falling in love together

for my new one-shot fic Sunflower Boy :)

#click for better quality #i do not have artistic ability so this is the best you get #sunflower boy #jay draws #little steddie #eddie is so in love with steve it’s sickening #and adorable #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #little steve #little eddie #daisies #sunflowers #childhood love #love comes around #fluff #angst #lovesick #stranger things #stranger things 4 #fanfic #fanfiction #art #fanart #steddie art #steddie fanart #steddie ficlet #jay writes

[palmtreesx3]

Thinking about a fic where Steve is head over heels for a girl/friend/you but he's such a dope and every time he commits to coming clean he's so hopefully romantic and plans it out and it always backfires - like in the most wild, ironic ways so he just smiles and acts like it's NBD and it's just time and time again romantic shit turned sad, comical, ridiculous, frustrating failures. I'm talking stuff like... he sees this cute opportunity to take you your favorite drink at a party where you're tucked away in a corner alone and a casual conversation he has with dumby-jock-bro at the cooler turns into the guy being like "oh sweet. Great idea. I'll take it over to her. That's perfect." and he has to watch dumby-jock-bro love up on you all night because you thought it was so sweet he noticed what you were drinking all night and brought you one and Steve's just like 😟 🤦‍♀️

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington is a lovesick puppy

[collectivecloseness]

Steve in that last post 😭😍

Steve is honestly just quite happy to be there :)

He’s not the kinkiest man alive either, he just likes having sex with you :)! Why wouldn’t he :)! He’s a true himbo sometimes.

If you want him to push you, you’ll have to ask him before, and during the session. He also doesn’t want to go too far, or mess up as well. He’d much rather be on the safe side so you’re happy, rather than go too far. Steve really is just happy with you two making love, no matter :)❤️

(Last post link for future ref)

#I love that u pointed this out bc I love him sm. literally just happy to be there fr #btw he defo has kinks and can be dom but he’s also just your guy too and he loves both!!! #*cough cough* breeding kink #Steve says he’s p normal kink wise then u mention breeding and he’s drooling starry eyed and a lovesick puppy #actually pls talk to me abt Steve Harrington and his breeding kink bc he DEFINITELY has it #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington thoughts #stranger things #anon #ask

[cjbwrites]

#lovesick in loch nora #redoaktree #stranger things series #stranger things season four #eddie x steve #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[teenbiology]

me: i am so normal :)

the 2 files on my computer filled with steve stills from s2 and s3: sure :)

#anyone want any? #it is ONLY STEVE #i think it was for a fanfic #i completely forgot about them #they are from my 2021 rewatch :) #this is an example of a deep hyperfixation... i kinda miss it #2021 maddie was just so h on m for stevie #now im lovesick so its better but not? #anyway <3 #steve harrington #i love steebydeeby #st #stranger things #and post