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ladykailitha · 1 year

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We Love Steve Part 1

This is one will updated a bit differently than the last one as there are less breaks to separate into parts. And you’ll notice that the word count has gone up because the first part of the this was so so rough. But I think I got it into at least a presentable shape.

*In Which Eddie Accidentally Uncovers Steve’s Darkest Fears By Accidentally Confessing to Him.

Or you can read it here on AO3

In retrospect, Eddie should have seen it coming. Or at least seen that it was bothering Steve. But apparently he was just as blind as the rest of the people around Steve Harrington.

They were giggling on Eddie’s couch like they always did, Eddie couldn’t even remember what they were giggling about. It just made him so happy to see Steve smile.

“I love you so much,” he said, shoving his hair in his mouth to hide his stupid love sick grin.

And then the world exploded.

“What did you say?” Steve asked, voice barely above a whisper. He looked up at Eddie in confusion.

“I love you,” Eddie said, a goofy grin still on his face.

“Are–are you making fun of me?” Steve asked, pushing Eddie away as he scrambled to his feet.

“What? Why would you say that?” Eddie asked his smile dropping and he furrowed his brow. “Baby?”

Steve’s lip quivered and his breath came out in a rattle. He stared a moment and then ran out the door, but Eddie was fast on his heels. Steve had only managed to get half way to his car before Eddie grabbed his wrist.

“Come on, Stevie,” Eddie said. “Talk to me. Why did you say that I was making fun of you? I wouldn’t.”

“Everyone I’ve ever loved has turned on me the second I spoke up.” Steve still refused to look him in the eye. “I hoped you would be different than everyone else.”

Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”

This time Steve did look up and it shattered Eddie’s heart. “I know full well that if I stopped giving rides to people, if I stopped having parties at my house, if I stopped being there for people, no one would ever call.” His voice quivered and his upper lip shook.

“That’s not true,” Eddie said. “What about Robin or Dustin?”

Steve shook his head. “Shared trauma. It’s new thing I learned. If we didn’t go through what we did together, I wouldn’t even be on their radar let alone someone they rely on.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie implored. “That’s not true. It’s not.”

The nickname caused Steve to shudder. Like his whole body shook. “But I thought you were different. We spend more time here than we do at my place. When we go out you always offer to drive even though I turn you down. You never call me stupid or don’t take time to explain things I didn’t understand. But I get it now. It’s just shared trauma, right?”

Eddie pulled Steve to him and held him tight. “No. I love you. Please believe me.”

Eddie’s knees nearly buckled with the sudden weight of Steve going limp in his arms, sobbing.

“Why don’t they love me?”

“Shhh...” Eddie soothed. “Come back inside, Sweetheart. Come on.”

Steve managed to get his feet under him to help himself back into the trailer. And once back on the couch, he let it all out.

“It’s just so stupid,” Steve began, tears streaming down his face. “My friends in high school were only with me because I was rich and popular. Nancy was only with me because I could provide the comfort she wanted and when I stopped being able to, she cheated on me with Jonathan. Called me bullshit. I’ve heard everyone tell me I’m stupid or that I’m too slow. I know my worth and it ain’t worth shit.”

“Steve,” Eddie said. “No, baby. You aren’t stupid. You are so smart. Just not book smart. Would you call me stupid?”

Steve shook his head.

“But it took me three years to graduate,” Eddie reminded him.

“But you’re smart in other ways,” Steve defended.

“And so are you,” he said firmly. “And if they can’t see that fuck them.”

Steve broke down crying further as Eddie just held him as he cried his heart out, rocking him back and forth like a small child.

Finally Steve fell asleep on the sofa and Eddie looked at the time.

Shit. He was late. He wrote a quick note to Wayne explaining that Steve was asleep on their sofa and to try not to wake him. Then he kissed Steve’s temple and grabbed his jacket and backpack.

He stopped at the door and looked back at Steve. He really didn’t want to leave him, but what kind of DM would he be if he cancelled on a whim. He bounced on his heels a couple of times in indecision. He growled and ran out the door.

He drove out to the Wheelers, a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel, arms locked tight. When he pulled up to the house he practically skidded to a stop at the curb. He cursed when he saw that all the cars were already out in front. Which meant he really late. He banged his palms on the wheel in frustration.

He slammed the car door behind him, barging into the house. He waved at Mrs Wheeler as he sailed past to the basement. She followed his descent with her a head a look of concern on her face.

He was greeted by everyone yelling at him being late. Gareth, Brian, and Jeff. Lucas, Dustin, Will and Mike, of course, but even Max and Erica were barking at him.

He threw his backpack on the floor and flopped angrily in his chair. The room went deathly silent.

“Eddie?” Dustin asked, tentatively.

“You want to know why I’m late, hmm?” he sneered.

“Well, yeah,” Gareth said, sharing a look with with Jeff. “You’re never late, man.”

“I just spent five fucking hours trying to convince Steve that you lot weren’t all using him for his money,” he slammed his hands on the table, standing up. “Fuck it. I can’t do this today.” He pushed the table away and grabbed his backpack.

Max rushed forward. “Hey, if you guys aren’t gaming today can I get a ride home?”

Eddie glared at her, but didn’t have the heart to tell her no. “Yeah, whatever grab your things. I’ll be out by the van.”

She nodded. Once he was gone she turned to everyone else.

“Wait,” Dustin said, “did he mean our Steve?”

“But that doesn’t make sense,” Lucas said. “We do stuff with him all the time.”

Max bit her lip. “I’ll try to get Eddie to tell me and we’ll meet up here tomorrow, okay?”

Gareth and Jeff stood up.

“Look, Steve isn’t exactly a friend of ours,” Jeff said. “But Eddie digs him, so you lot better get this sorted out, because I have a pretty good idea, we won’t be doing D&D until you do.”

Gareth nodded and they walked out with Max to the van. Once they had confirmed that at least band practice would be going on they left Max and Eddie standing by the van.

Eddie yanked open the door and told her to get in.

Max climbed in and silently waited until they far enough away from the Wheelers to ask.

“Steve doesn’t really think we’re only using him, does he?”

Eddie looked at her and pulled off to the side of the road. “I can’t talk about this and drive and I won’t be responsible for your life.”

“That bad, huh?”

He buried his head in his arms on the steering wheel. “It’s bad, Red. It’s very bad. All it took was me saying something nice about him and suddenly it was like I had turned to poison before his eyes.”

“I’m still not sure I understand,” she admitted.

So Eddie told her everything Steve had told him.

“But that’s not true at all!” Max protested.

“Yeah, well,” he snapped. “Maybe you geniuses can come up with something because he doesn’t believe me.”

Eddie sat back up and wiped his eyes. “Come on, I need to get home.”

Max nodded, thinking all the way back to the trailer park.

Part 2

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington appreciation #steve's birthday #ladykailtiha writes

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heartbreak-sandwich · 9 months

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One of my absolute favorite silly, goofy, idiot things about Steve is that he is very regularly just plain wrong about stuff, and instead of letting anyone teach him anything, he digs his heels in. Examples?

"He's missing bones and stuff. He can bend like Gumbo." "You mean Gumby." "No. I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo."

"What is this, like, the Indy 500?" "It's the Indy 300!" "No, dingus! It's 500." "300!!!"

And my favorite dingus moment:

I love this goofy idiot.

#steve harrington #steve harrington appreciation #steve harrington being incorrect #dingus #stranger things #stranger things appreciation #bi king steve harrington

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thestrangest-doll-inthe-valley · 2 years

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Stranger Things: Seven Deadly Sins AU???

@ me if you’re into it, don’t if you’re not 😅

Pride: Steve Harrington

Greed: Jonathan Byers

Lust: Billy Hargrove

Envy: Robin Buckley

Gluttony: Eddie Munson

Wrath: Nancy Wheeler

Sloth: Argyle

I’m still cloudy on how this is gonna go down in story/plot but it’s a start. Steve and Eddie are constantly paired but Eddie is understanding of Steve’s occasional and/or previous dalliances with the other sins. Dustin, Mike, Jane, Lucas, Max, and Will are the result of Steve’s intimacy with some of the other sins.

Pairings and Resulting Spawns:

Steve and Jonathan have extremely rare flings that both agree to keep secret despite their rare affair creating Will (around the same time that Mike was created)

Steve and Billy have f***ed around and found out resulting in Max and Lucas

Steve and Robin are actually platonic and mostly just cuddle and rant together, though Steve tries to play match maker to get her and Nancy together

Steve and Eddie are fully bonded/married/paired and enjoy each other whenever possible and desirable and resulted in Dustin

Steve and Nancy were not endgame but did result in Jane and Mike

Steve regards Argyle the same way he does with Robin, though wouldn’t be opposed to a fling if Argyle were ever sober enough for Steve’s tastes

-side note- really hate that there’s a limit to the number of tags…

Also: credit to @yenvengerberg for the majority of the gifs! For other credits please look below the gifs!

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between-two-fandoms · 2 years

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Infections

AO3 LINK Rating: Teen Words: 2,003 Fandom: Stranger Things Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson Tags: Stranger Things 4 Spoilers, S4 E7 Coda, Missing Scene, Steve Harrington Angst, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe, Not Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Angst AO3 LINK

STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Steve woke up to the warmth of another body pressed against him in bed. At first he didn’t think much of it. He often found himself in the presence of beautiful women in the mornings. In fact, Steve wouldn’t have even thought anything was wrong with the picture until he opened his eyes.

Eddie Munson was staring back at him.

“Morning beautiful,” Eddie said with a smirk that could only mean one thing. Steve's mind flashed back to the night before. After they got rescued from the Upside Down Steve felt… a connection between them. Eddie was the one who invited him over - under the guise of not wanting to be alone. There might have been some truth to the statement but Steve wasn’t stupid. Steve squeezed his eyes shut and pinched his arm. When he opened them again Eddie was still lying next to him wearing nothing but a muscle shirt and a pair of boxers. Come to think of it, the only thing Steve was wearing was a pair of shorts. “You can relax man, nothing happened last night.”

“What?” Steve asked, wincing as his dry and cracked morning voice filled the air. Eddie yawned as he rolled over and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. “What do you mean nothing happened last night?” Steve tried to stand up as well but was met with a splitting pain in his abdomen. He let out a groan and shifted to sitting up, leaning against Eddie’s headrest. Eddie let out a chuckle then walked to his closet. He opened it then dug around for a few minutes. When he turned back around he was holding an old pillowcase and a first aid kit.

“Your brain’s going a million miles a second Harrington,” Eddie said. He kicked his closet door shut then walked back over to the bed. He sat off to the side, leaving Steve enough personal space. “We didn’t fuck if that’s what you’re thinking.” Eddie used scissors from the shitty first aid kit to cut off the fabric Nancy tied around him in the Upside Down. Steve let out a choked cough and flushed a deep shade of red down his neck.

“That’s not what - I mean I - um -” Steve hated how easily he got tongue tied around Eddie. He could talk shit all he wanted but he knew the truth, hidden in the depths of his soul. He was bisexual and Eddie constantly sent him into a painic. At first he thought he was jealous of Eddie because Dustin took an immediate liking to the man. Eventually - through many biwakening therapy sessions with Robin - Steve realized he had a repressed crush on the dude.

Waking up next to him wearing barely any clothes after a traumatic incident definitely didn’t help him much. “Hey princess, take a deep breath for me,” Eddie said as he cleaned Steve’s wounds. Steve’s mind short circuited at being called princess but he managed to find enough self control to not freak out. “Robin will be by in a few hours. She said she had to ditch the kids. She figured you wouldn’t want them to see you like um…” Eddie gestured vaguely up and down Steve’s chest. Steve chuckled weakly and nodded in response.

“Like I got mauled by a colony of Demon Bats?” Steve let out a hiss when Eddie pressed an alcohol pad against one of the open wounds. Steve tried to remember what happened in the Upside Down leading up to getting rescued but most of it was a blur. The Demon Bats really did a number on him - he still felt woozy thinking about it. “Nancy,” Steve said when the memory flashed across his mind. “Nancy fuck we have to -” Steve tried to stand up but Eddie pushed him back into the bed. The mattress squeaked under the shifting weight.

“Nope, you’re staying right here. Doctor’s orders,” Eddie said. He saluted Steve with a wink. Eddie chucked the now bloody chunk of cloth into the trash then cut himself a new piece out of the pillowcase. “Just sit still and let me do this Captain Crazy.” Eddie was more gentle this time around. At least, as gentle as he could be while cleaning out Steve’s wounds. “Nancy was… she wasn’t killed by the wizard dude. It was different with her. Dustin said the dark wizard has was interested in Nancy ‘cause she was smart or whatever.”

“So she still might be alive,” Steve said with a hint of hope in his voice. Where the Upside Down is concerned, hope could be a dangerous thing but it was Nancy. Steve couldn’t let Wheeler’s sister die because she jumped into the hellhole to save him. Steve let out a heavy sigh and leaned back into the flat pillow between him and the trailer wall. “Where are we? This isn’t your place is it?” Steve asked, realizing Eddie’s house must still be swarmed by cops. Eddie shook his head with a small smile on his face. He reached up and combed hair away from Steve’s eyes with his fingers.

“Nah this isn’t my place. It used to belong to a friend. We’re in the west end of the woods right now. Only Robin and I can find it at least for now. I’m sure your kids will figure something out. Fucking little genius’s they are,” Eddie mumbled the last bit. He set the first aid kit on the ground and took a swig out of an open alcohol bottle on the small bedside table. Steve laughed then let out another pained groan.

“Oh don’t make me laugh,” Steve said as he defensively wrapped an arm around the patches of missing flesh in his stomach. “How bad does it actually look? It can’t be worse than when Max’s brother laid it out on me.” Eddie froze slightly at the mention of Billy then finished up cleaning off the wounds. Eddie threw the bloodied gauze patches into the garbage can. “Eddie?” Steve asked softly, suddenly a bit more concerned.

“I’m not a certified nurse or anything,” Eddie started. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking a bit stressed. “Whatever those Demon Bats did to you… I think it’s spreading. Or maybe it’s some kind of an infection?” Eddie asked hesitantly. He grabbed an old dusty mirror and held it up for Steve to see himself.

He’s definitely looked better that’s for sure. Steve could also be one hundred percent certain he’s going to get an earful from Robin for not telling them how much it hurt. To be fair he only felt pain when the first bat attacked him. Afterwards Steve’s adrenaline was stronger than his pain tolerance. “Damn,” Steve winced when he gently ran his finger over an infected looking area. “Eddie I can’t die,” Steve said. His voice sounded sore and weak.

“Relax Harrington, I'm not going to let you die,” Eddie promised. He reached out and squeezed Steve’s shoulder reassuringly. “If I do then I’ll take over as babysitter alright?” Steve hesitated then nodded. He let his eyes flutter shut and relaxed the best he could. The patches of flesh the bats ripped out of him were turning a ghastly shade of purple and yellow around the edges. “The bright side is that the Demon Bats must have cauterized the wounds when they clawed at you with some freaky demon power stuff,” Eddie reported. He took a few pictures using an instant photo camera then set them on the alarm clock to set.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, the sound of crickets filling the air. Steve let out a heavy sigh and reached out to wrap his fingers around the hem of Eddie’s shirt. “I don’t want any of them to know,” Steve said quietly. Eddie glanced up from rooting around in the first aid kit.

“Steve, they'll find out anyway. I don’t want to -”

“No, listen to me.” Steve curled his fingers around Eddie’s shirt tighter. “I’m not worth worrying about. They’ll get too caught up with me and lose sight of the bigger picture.” Steve took a shaky breath as he pulled himself up, hanging his legs over the side of the low mattress. “Eddie, I know it’s a lot to ask. Hell you’re probably still processing the fact that monsters are real.” Steve held Eddie’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Max, Nancy, everyone else - they’re more important. Once we defeat Vecna I’ll tell them.”

“If you’re still alive by then,” Eddie said with a dark expression on his face. Steve looked at his wounds and saw the infection was already spreading throughout his veins. “Dude it’s your call but if Robin finds out you’re keeping secrets she’ll kill me.” Steve shook his head with a soft smile on his face.

“I know you’ll keep Dustin safe if I’m gone. Robin will go through hell and back before anything happens to the kids.” Steve took a few deep breaths to control his breathing. “They can’t afford to lose anyone else. I don’t know how the hell we’re going to defeat Vecna without El.” Steve hated how childlike and whiny he sounded but honestly he didn’t know what to do anymore. Eddie helped coax Steve back into the bed, laying him down on the lumpy mattress.

“Judging by the fact you guys have fought creatures from this Rightside Up place for the past four years I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You’re King Steve afterall,” Eddie said with a hint of bittersweetness. He wrapped gauze and cotton around Steve’s stomach, careful not to make it tight around his ribs. “Look if I’m being real with you… you’re nothing like you were back in high school. I may have judged Henderson too harshly. He talked about you all the time during Hellfire. “What would Steve do? He’d kickass with his nail bat. No he’d spend twenty minutes doing his hair Then kickass.” Eddie wedged himself onto the bed next to Steve.

“They don’t need another thing to freak out about,” Steve repeated. He wasn’t budging on his choice. They were sixteen year olds for crying out loud. The kids should be worried about Turnabout or Homecoming, not whether or not a nightmare demon monster will wreak havoc again. “I’ll tell them eventually just… not right now.” Steve winced in pain when he tried to sit up more. Eddie sighed and shook his head, but he wrapped an arm around Steve and tugged him closer.

“Well we better get used to the idea of seeing each other around. How’s your wrap?” Eddie asked, sticking on the last piece of medical tape. Steve shrugged and waved his hand from side to side horizontally.

“Eh, I’ve seen better. Not bad for a Boy Scout,” Steve joked. He leaned into Eddie more, letting himself slowly relax after a stressful morning. Eddie frowned slightly and nudged him with his elbow.

“What do you mean not bad for a Boy Scout?” Eddie asked, actually sounding confused. Steve laughed and pressed his face into Eddie’s shoulder.

“I’m surprised you don’t remember us being in the same Boy Scout Troop.” Steve smiled against Eddie’s shoulder. “You know, that’s about when I had my first queer panic too.” Steve bit his tongue and burrowed himself as much as he could into Eddie. After a few agonizingly long seconds passed Eddie sighed and pressed his lips to the top of Steve’s head.

“I’m honored I was your queerwakening Harrington.” Eddie gently pulled Steve out of his hiding spot. “We can talk about this later,” Eddie promised. He seemed like he actually cared about Steve’s well being. It was strange, having someone who cared about him. Nancy was good but she… as much as Steve hated to admit it she was more of a fling if anything. After how she treated him Steve couldn’t bring himself to care about what she thought of him anymore. Eddie was… different. More than being new Munson actually made Steve feel loved.

#steve harrington #stranger things #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 link #ren's writing #my fic #Eddie Munson #Hurt/Comfort #Steve Harrington Appreciation #fanfic #angst #stranger things 4 #spoilers

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s0ftpining · 9 months

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your best friend, i'm the one you must rely on

platonic soulmates commission for @manycoloureddays ❤️

#steven harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #stranger things #st fanart #stobin fanart #ch: steve harrington #ch: robin buckley #tv: stranger things #art: stranger things #*my art #thank u again to mads for being my sketchpage comm guinea pig #i appreciate the practice #PLUS this was so dang cute to work on

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demadogs · 5 months

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I think like right out of the gate like I’m super confident. But I’m also like an idiot. Which is just… I mean it’s a brutal combination.

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libraryofgage · 9 months

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Steddie brainrot continues to worsen to a concerning degree but here's a crack idea that is absolutely sending me:

Famous Spicy Six in which Jonathon is a director who decides to work on a passion project: a Scooby-Doo movie. His ideal cast is as follows:

Nancy Wheeler (investigative journalist with a few special appearances on crime dramas) as Daphne Blake

Argyle (an actor with a habit of playing small parts; he acts only because he thinks it's fun, so he's not concerned with significant roles) as Shaggy Rogers

Robin Buckley (a well-known voice actor who is more well-known for her social media posts and clap-backs) as Velma Dinkley

Steve Harrington (basketball star who is also more well-known for his social media clap-backs and for being Corroded Coffin's number one fan) as Fred Jones

Eddie Munson (frontman for Corroded Coffin, an insanely popular metal/punk/rock band and "infamous" for unashamedly posting Steve Harrington thirst tweets) as the voice of Scooby-Doo

Corroded Coffin is also creating an entirely new, original soundtrack for the movie

And because I think it's funnier this way, this is also an AU where the Upside Down still happened, so Jonathon just calls his friends up and is like "Okay, so hear me out"

The absolute insanity that breaks out when both the movie and cast are announced because nobody can figure out how Jonathon managed to convince all these powerhouses to join his movie.

The further screaming online after one of the movie promo interviews where a reporter asks how they all agreed to the movie and Nancy hits them with, "Well, Jonathon asked, and he never asks for anything."

Which leads to the discovery that they all knew each other in high school, and the reporter jokingly asks if that means they've all dated each other, too, which leads to Eddie jumping in with absolute delight like, "Well, that's a funny story, there. See, Stevie here dated Nancy, who then dated Jonathon when they broke up, who then dated Argyle after they broke up. And I thought Stevie and Robin were dating, so I was very confused when I saw Robin and Nancy kissing. But then I found out that Robin was a true-blue lesbian, which meant Stevie here was open for the taking, and we've been banging ever since."

and Steve is just sitting there, head in his hands while Robin cackles and decides to tell the reporter all about Steve's "fuck I have a crush on Eddie" crisis

This interview, of course, leads to even more freaking out online and comments like "I know I asked for poly Scooby gang, but this is ridiculous," and "I can't believe that in this, the year of our lord 20xx, ScoobyXFreddy became a canon ship," and "if I had a nickel for every romantic relationship the Scooby gang actors have had with each other, I'd have five nickels, which is way more than any of us fucking expected to have," and "suddenly Eddie Munson's thirst tweets make a lot more sense, but can we talk about Steve Harrington's CC tweets now," and "everyone say thank you to Eddie Munson for revealing that mess of a relationship map," and "finally, the canon lesbian velma and daphne we deserve"

The movie is a box office hit, btw, and bloopers from filming roll with the credits, among which is Eddie Munson making Steve Harrington lose his shit laughing on set while dressed in a Scooby Doo onesie and singing Corroded Coffin songs with his Scooby Voice

#Steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Jonathon Byers #argyle stranger things #Nancy Wheeler #Robin Buckley #scooby doo #Scooby Doo is my special interest btw #I know more Scooby lore than you could dream of babygirl #thoughts of this AU completely send me into absolute fits #please appreciate the sheer crack-value of it all I'm begging

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distinguisheddingus · 3 months

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 11 months

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Eddie and Steve were the last ones still in the RV when they got back to Eddie's trailer to face Vecna. Eddie decided to be a little shit. He puckered his lips at Steve.

"Need a little kiss for good luck, Harrington?" Eddie asked, closing his eyes.

Steve shrugged. He cupped the back of Eddie's neck and kissed him. Eddie's eyes snapped open before they fluttered close, and he wrapped his arms around his neck, pressing his lips against Steve’s. Steve slipped his tongue in, gripping Eddie's hips, and drew him closer. Eddie curled his fingers into his hair and moaned against his mouth. Steve broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"I'm not a girl," Eddie blurted.

"Yeah, I hope so or otherwise, I'm going to have to ask what's growing in your pants," Steve said, feeling Eddie's hard on pressed against him.

"Weed," Eddie blurted out again, and Steve laughed, giving him a quick kiss. "I didn't know that you liked guys."

"I like both," he replied.

"Yeah, both. Both is good," Eddie whispered and kissed Steve.

And that's how Eddie Munson figured out he also liked guys.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #a baby ficlet if you will #steddie first kiss #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #bisexual appreciation

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forestmossling · 6 days

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reporter @ an accomplished rockstar!eddie’s boyfriend, steve harrington, a middle-school teacher in a dorky sweater vest: how does it feel dating somebody who’s waaay out of your league?

eddie, pushing himself in front of the camera: amazing, i never thought i’d be this happy

inspired by @singswan-springswan’s meme

#and eddie rambling on every interview about how steve was SO popular in high school #and was also a SWIM TEAM CAPTAIN and a BASKETBALL TEAM CAPTAIN #can you IMAGINE??#and eddie was just some loser with an unatainable crush #meanwhile steve listens to this with an exhausted sigh and is just like #baby can you not maybe??#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #get steve harrington to be loved and appreciated agenda #stranger things memes #steddie memes #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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We Love Steve Part 3

Holy shit. Since putting up this story I have gotten 21 new followers and only two were porn blogs. I woke up this morning to 7 new followers and 86 new notes. It really means a lot to me. So thank you. Thank you soo much. Here we go, the last part. Part 1 Part 2

“Halloween?” Max asked, incredulous. “No way.”

Dustin shook his head. “I guess it makes sense. I always assumed him being down was because of the Upside Down ruining the day for a lot of us. Kinda hard to want spooky when you’ve been fucking terrified.”

Everyone nodded.

“Halloween is on a Saturday this year,” Mike said. “So it’s perfect.”

“With it being Halloween how hard do we want to lean into the theme?” Erica asked.

“I say we go hard,” Jeff suggested and everyone turned to look at him in shock. He shrugged. “If your parents wouldn’t celebrate your birthday because it’s ‘inappropriate’ then if that were me I’d lean into as hard as I could. Costumes, punch, spooky decorations, themed food, the whole kit and caboodle.”

Eddie nodded. “And if he wants to lean hard in the opposite direction next year, we can do it that way.” He clapped his hands together. “Let’s get started on planning the biggest birthday bash Steve Harrington has ever seen.”

And suddenly they were talking over top of each other.

Eddie sat back and grinned.

Steve knocked on the door and was surprised when Mrs Wheeler opened the door. “Hey, I’m just here to pick up Dustin and Mike.”

“I think they’re still wrapping up,” she said kindly. “Eddie told me to tell you to go on downstairs to wait.”

“I can wait in the car,” he said, thumbing at the beemer behind him.

“Eddie said you’d say that,” she said with a smile. “He said and I quote ‘if he puts up any resistance to you use force if necessary’. Do I have to use force, Steve?”

Steve blushed and shook his head. “No, Mrs Wheeler.”

The stairs that led to the basement were covered in black and red crape paper streamers and Steve had to push them out of the way to walk down the steps.

There was spooky sounds coming from a boombox nearby, presumably for whatever Halloween related campaign stuff Eddie had planned for them tonight.

But the lights shouldn’t still be off if they were wrapping up.

And then the lights came on and he was being shouted at. It took him a moment to realize that they were saying Happy Birthday.

And everyone there. Joyce and Hopper, Claudia Henderson, all his friends, his kids, and Eddie beaming up at him from the corner.

He didn’t even heard Mrs Wheeler come down behind him.

“Happy birthday Steve,” she said patting his shoulder.

He could only nod.

Eddie took pity on him and took his hand to lead him to Eddie’s usual chair. The throne. He pushed Steve onto it and set and black and red skull crown on his head.

“For the birthday boy,” he said and Steve laughed.

“Finally a King Steve everyone can like,” Mike said from the back.

Steve blushed.

Everyone was dressed in costumes and had presents in their hands. All for him.

“But I’m not dressed up,” he murmured to Eddie who was dressed as a dark-haired Goblin King from Labyrinth.

“Don’t worry I have just the thing,” Eddie whispered back. He handed him a bag. “It’s my present to you.”

Steve opened the bag and inside was a bomber jacket with a white scarf and aviator sunglasses.

“Maverick from Top Gun?” he guessed, wide-eyed. Eddie nodded. He leaped up and kissed Eddie firmly on the mouth.

Everyone cheered.

Eddie shoved his hair in his mouth like he always does and instantly regretted it, with all the hair spray Nancy had put in it to make it stay.

Steve put on the things Eddie gave him and Argyle immediately put a slice of pizza in his hand. And Robin gave him a drink. It was green and bubbling and it had what looked like a floating eyeball in it.

“It’s just a hard candy painted to look like an eyeball,” she whispered.

Steve laughed and downed it with one gulp. It was good.

He chomped on the pizza knowing that if Argyle made it was going to be good and it was.

He just was having so much fun. He couldn’t remember the last time he got to be himself and let go.

He could count on everyone else to look out for him for a change. And he knew exactly who to thank for all of this.

So about halfway through the night, Steve sidled up to his boyfriend and whispered, “Thank you, baby.”

Eddie blushed. “I just wanted to show you that these people love you, Stevie. I brought it to Hellfire and suddenly everyone wanted to be involved. You’ve done so much for everyone here, they just wanted to give back.”

“So why the surprise party?” Steve asked.

Eddie took his face in his hands. “Because you would have tried to help and it would have hurt you if we told no. Because for some messed up reason I can’t fathom, you think you have to be useful to be loved. But look around you, sweetheart, they did all this for you.”

Steve nodded, grateful for the sunglasses so no one would see his teary eyes.

The cake was amazing and the presents were heartfelt and as everyone slowly trickled out to go home, they all stopped by to tell Steve how much they cared, how he meant to them, how much they loved him.

When everyone was gone and even the Wheelers had gone to bed, Steve was standing in the driveway leaning against the driver’s side of his car, his fists full of Eddie’s jacket, keeping his boyfriend flush against him.

“You are amazing,” he murmured, brushing his nose along Eddie’s.

“No, darlin’,” Eddie said after kissing him senseless, “you are. That was the entire point of tonight.”

“I’ve never had a fan club before,” Steve giggled.

“Well you do now,” Eddie teased back. “The ‘We Love Steve’ fan club and I’m its president.”

Steve smiled. “Good. Because there is no one better for the job.”

Eddie just smiled. Because yeah, it might be a joke, but the truth was, everyone loved Steve because he loved first, loved hardest, and loved longest.

And that was one hell of a thing. Even more so for the boy who thought he was a freak and an outcast. That no one outside of his uncle could love.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Tagging as requested @thequeenrainacorn @darkwitchoferie @bejeweledbaby

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steddielations · 7 days

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nonsexual d/s for sub Eddie week with art here by @ent-is-indecisive

“Eddie, will you please open the door?”

“I ruined it, Steve, I messed everything up.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, baby, let me in, c’mon.”

All the music from the party almost drowns out Steve’s voice, but a small pathetic piece of Eddie clings to it like an anchor. He opens the door and Steve’s brows knit sympathetically at the state of distress Eddie's in. It’s all fucked up.

His leather sleeve is wet and sticky, he can’t stop raking his fingers through his hair, ruining the nice waves Steve styled for him earlier because he was too much of a wreck to do it himself. It’s all fucked up.

“I fucked up.”

Shaking his head, Steve comes inside and shuts the door behind him. “It wasn’t that bad. Could’ve been worse, remember when Robin threw up in the middle of an audition.”

“Steve, at this point they’re gonna pay me not to make an album,” Eddie stresses, pacing around the bathroom. “I spilled wine all over the guy. Dale fucking Grazer wants to talk serious paper and shake my hand and I just emptied my stupid little glass all over him!”

“It was just wine, not puke or something,” Steve says lightly, trying to bring Eddie down from his frantic state. It works, his voice is a tether for Eddie to grab onto. “Come here, let me fix you up.”

Eddie does as Steve says, not trusting himself to make any more decisions when all he’s done today is fuck up.

Steve guides him over to the sink, wetting a towel and dabbing Eddie’s jacket. He’s so calm, like this isn’t the most important night in Eddie’s life and it’s not already blown and he can still make that hotshot from the record label like him.

Steve’s acting like everything’s fine, which makes Eddie feel stupid and small like he's overreacting, he tries to let Steve’s energy calm him too but it’s hard.

“You’re overthinking, I can see it on your face,” Steve says, being gentle but not in a coddling way that would make Eddie feel even more stupid.

He straightens out Eddie’s sleeve, good as new, then works on Eddie’s hair next. His fingers are soft and skilled and so sure, knowing exactly how to fix it and how to make Eddie melt under his touch.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, just trying to let Steve fix everything. He's way better at fancy parties and schmoozing than Eddie is. He always knows how to get Eddie out of his head and that’s what he needs right now. As pathetic as he feels about it, he needs to stop thinking. Let Steve think for him, even.

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” Steve prompts softly and Eddie is helpless but to let it all out.

“I can’t stop saying the wrong shit. Why’d I tell him my dad’s in prison? Or bring up the dropped murder charges, or all that stuff about ket, I just can’t shut up.”

“No, that’s just you, the whole big personality charismatic rockstar thing. Trust me, that guy’s got star eyes for you.”

“This is just like with Paige’s label. I messed that up, and now I’m ruining Jeff’s chance again, and—”

“No you’re not, that guy loves Jeff already, everybody loves Jeff.”

“You’re right, he’s got this, he doesn’t need me. Let’s just get out of here, make a run for it.”

Eddie barely takes a step before Steve’s hands circle both his wrists, his grip gentle but solid, holding Eddie in place. It flips the same little switch in Eddie as the cuffs they use in the bedroom. It takes away the option to run.

Somewhere in the jumble of his mind, he knows it’s the right choice, trusting that Steve wouldn’t let him make the wrong one.

“We’re not going anywhere, baby, this is your chance too.” Steve rubs up and down Eddie’s arms, guiding him around in front of the mirror.

It’s hard for Eddie to look at himself right now and see it written all over his face. Steve cleaned the stain and made his hair perfect again but he can’t fix whatever’s making Eddie… Well, Eddie. Whatever it is that made him flunk senior year 3 times, or screw up the first chance he had to make something of himself, or the reason Ronnie won’t pick up his phone calls, or the reason Wayne sleeps with his keys on the bedside table in case he has to come running to Eddie’s rescue like always—

Steve’s fingers lightly cup Eddie’s chin, he’s standing behind Eddie now, his body warmly pressed against him.

“Look here, honey.” Steve gently tips Eddie’s head up to meet his own eyes in the mirror. They’re glistening with unshed tears that almost fall when Steve says soft but sure, “You’re not a fuckup,” and prompts Eddie, “Say it.”

Eddie swallows the lump rising in his throat, “I’m not—”

He chokes up a little bit and Steve waits patiently.

“Tell yourself,” Steve whispers, all earnest-eyed in the mirror like all he wants is to make Eddie believe it.

“I’m not a… fuckup,” Eddie gets the words out and a few tears slip free with them.

Steve brushes them away. “You can do this. Say it.”

With a deep breath, Eddie tells himself, “I can do this.”

Steve kisses his temple, gives him a little praise that he admittedly needs so much right now, “You’re gonna be so good.”

Eddie’s mind starts to clear of everything that’s not Steve rocking him slowly in his arms, whispering, “You’re my good boy,” as many times as Eddie needs to hear it. He feels his confidence building back up, getting more comfortable in his skin again with Steve holding him, believing the words Steve made him say in the mirror, believing the words Steve kisses into his neck and loves into his skin. He can do this.

“Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me,” Steve prompts and Eddie turns a little, blinking slowly, eyes feeling heavy with the slow dose of bliss Steve gave him.

“I’m your good boy,” Eddie murmurs and he believes it.

When they leave the bathroom later, Steve can’t hold his hand through this, but Eddie still feels him.

He charms the fuck out of those suits from the label. They love Jeff, everybody loves Jeff, and they love Eddie too. The whole band is definitely getting signed, at least that’s what Steve says on the ride home.

Eddie greedily soaks up all the praise and attention, feeling a little spacey with it, Steve's big warm hand on his thigh grounding him. He can't wait for them to get home so he can properly thank Steve.

#i just think eddie needs steve to tell him he's a good boy sometimes and i'm right #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #subeddieweek #also thank you again ent i'm flattered you wanted to draw this and it's so gorgeous and I appreciate it!!

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Yes, I am obsessed. Thank you for noticing 😌

He’s my special snowflake and I’ll love him forever.

If he dies in the show, there will be a riot.

#steve harrington #bi steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington is a mom #steve harrington is bisexual #love #my special boy #my special guy #my special interest #steve harrington appreciation #your honour im in love #your honor i love him #your honor i love them so much #your honor i adore him

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Trauma bond? No. Bro bond.

Was having Steve and Lucas bro bond thoughts that accidentally turned into Steve whump.

…

Steve and Lucas bonding over sports more than anyone realized they ever would.

Like yeah, everyone knew Steve played basketball and was on the swim team in high school; that was practically his entire personality for a bit. But they never realized how much he actually /liked/ the sports.

Until he was geeking out with Lucas over a new play they’d thought of.

It was odd for them all to see Steve so excited. They watched on from their seats on the front porch steps. Eddie and Jonathan each had a beer, the both of them sharing a blunt with Argyle. Nancy and Robin sat on the steps below them, watching on while Steve and Lucas payed them no mind from the driveway.

It was almost comical— how the moment Lucas showed up on his bike Steve was up in an instant. After confirming it was indeed not a code red, Steve was quick to join Lucas. Especially after being told it was basketball related.

Steve had kicked his own beer over in his haste to get up.

Now Steve and Lucas were in the driveway, the garage door down (to prevent damage to the cars) and the Harrington’s basketball hoop out. Both were blissfully unaware of the eyes following them. Well, the eyes following /Steve/, it was more like.

Circling back the earlier thought; they’d never seen him to engaging in something. So excited. So…happy.

Which was really sad to think about.

“I’ve never seen him so excited over something,” Nancy said, speaking everyone’s thoughts.

Well. Except Argyle’s, it seems. “Nah, man. He gets like this anytime he starts talking about sports. We were watching a soccer game on TV last night and he was like— totally freaking out! Waving his hands around and talking a mile a minute.”

He took a puff of the blunt and passed it to Eddie, unaware of how he just tilted everyone’s worlds.

“Wait—“ Eddie took a drag and his voice was strained while he kept in the smoke “—he actually talks to you about that shit?”

Argyle hummed and looked at Eddie oddly. Eddie blew the smoke out and held Argyle’s eye.

“Yeah dude. All the time. Might help that I played volleyball back in Cali but— really, I just like hearing him talk. And I think he likes talking. He talks a lot.”

Argyle was getting extra talkative now, his sentences becoming shorter and more frequent. That’s how you knew he was high enough to not care.

“He’s never really been that talkative,” mumbled Robin, a sudden kind of dread settling uncomfortably in her chest.

Argyle shrugged. “Maybe you don’t talk about what he likes to talk about. He likes talking about sports. And romance books. He reads a lot of romance books.”

Well isn’t that something, Eddie thought. Steve Harrington likes to read.

(It brought up a distant memory from high school, from Steve’s sophomore year and Eddie’s junior year. Back before “King Steve” meant “jackass”.

“Well well, looky here, fellas! King Steve is gracing us peasants with his presence.” Eddie called mockingly to the young man sitting at the table in the library.

Steve— only 15 at the time, not 16 for another couple of months— looked up from his book with furrowed brows and a pout on his pretty pink lips. A pout that 21 year old Eddie would come to love.

Steve hadn’t done to much in the interaction. He more or less sat in silence while Eddie went on and on about something he couldn’t remember now.

When Steve had gotten up from the table, he doggy-eared his page (like a monster) and tucked the book under his arm. Eddie saw the title only briefly, “Forever Amber”.)

“Do we really never talk about his interests?” asked Jonathan to the sky, his head tilted up while he blew the smoke away.

They all startled when a series of shouts and laughs came from Lucas and Steve in the driveway. Eddie looked over in time to watch Steve pull Lucas in for a hug where they both patted each others backs aggressively. Eddie’s seen the guys do that at games. Some kind of weird bro-hug.

Eddie continued to watch when Steve bent down to pick up the rolling basketball. Eddie’s mind went other places quick enough when Steve pulled his shorts up a little higher. Robin smacked his calf.

“Seriously, you guys never talk to him about sports?” Argyle asked, flabbergasted. And I suppose he had every right to be. These were some of Steve’s closest friends. His boyfriend and his best friend! And they never got to listen to Steve rant about a particular basketball game from high school? About some specific swimming stroke and how it helped him win swim competitions?

They were seriously missing out.

Robin hung her head in shame and thought about it, her eyes misting over the more she realized that— yeah, she never talked to Steve about sports. Let alone his other interests. (Did he have other interests? That fact that she had to ask this question made her want to cry and hug Steve.)

Robin picked her head up and propped it in her hands. She looked on with everyone else as Steve and Lucas cheered about something or other.

Steve tossed Lucas the ball in the driveway. He bent himself at the knees and placed his hands on his thighs, breathing heavily.

“Alright, Sinclair. Hit me.” he smirked.

He and Lucas had been tossing the ball back and forth for close to an hour now, both excited to get this play right. Lucas dribbled the ball three times on the ground quickly before he set into motion.

Steve cut him off to the left, but Lucas swerved to the right so fast he nearly toppled himself over. Steve turned and jumped in front of him just in time to body slam him slightly. Not nearly as rough as he could’ve been, holding back because they were outside on concrete and Steve wasn’t going to be responsible for a concussion.

The ball rolled away into the grass, unnoticed while Steve gave Lucas a hand and pulled him up.

Lucas was taking heaving breaths, and for a scary moment Steve was worried he’d slammed him too hard and knocked his lungs around. It’s possible. That’s why Steve himself had an inhaler in the drawer closest to his bed.

But then Lucas was laughing, and soon Steve was to.

“Dude! How’d you do that? I’ve never seen anyone move like that man!” Lucas praised over his heavy breathing. Steve chuckled and took his own deep breaths.

He clapped Lucas on the shoulder, grabbed the ball, and steered him towards the porch. “Plant your feet next time.” He felt a ping of anger and sadness at the words, but tramped it down.

It was only when he’d reached the porch with Lucas that Steve realized they were alone outside. Had everyone gone inside? Did sports seriously bore them so much that they just up and left? The thought made something bitter churn in Steve’s gut.

Whatever.

He led Lucas through the door and dropped the basketball on the porch by the door. It was muddy and his floors were going to remain white for as long as possible thank you very much.

They both left their shoes by the door and traveled to the kitchen, Lucas talking about how fast he’d ducked and wanting to know what Steve meant by planting his feet. Steve agreed to another playing session the next day with a grin. It was nice to have someone who enjoyed what he did.

He tossed Lucas a bottle of water from the fridge and made sure the kid drank it all. They sat with each other at the counter for a minute, Steve idly sipping his water and listening to Lucas’ still heavy breaths.

“Damn, I still can’t catch my breath man.” Lucas laughed lightly.

Steve smiled and set his water down.

“Wait here, don’t do anything stupid.”

Lucas gave him a two finger salute as he walked off upstairs. Steve was sure to avoid the living room and was quick to grab the aforementioned inhaler from his drawer. He jogged back into the kitchen and sat next to Lucas one more.

“Ok, so I’m assuming you know what an inhaler is.”

Lucas nodded, staring at the inhaler in Steve’s hand oddly.

“I don’t have asthma,” Lucas said matter-of-factly.

Steve chuckled. “And neither do I. But there are times where you get knocked around too much or too hard, and it can rattle your lungs. I found that out the hard way when I was 14 and had my first asthma attack. My lungs had rattled so much they got trapped between my ribs and my mom had to take me to the hospital.”

Lucas winced. “Seriously? How the hell did you manage that?”

My dad got a little too rough, Steve thought. But decided against saying that, obviously. He smiled and shook his head. “Not important.”

Steve uncapped the inhaler and gave it a good shake. “Ok, I’m assuming you know at least a little about using one of these but one things for sure, you’ve gotta fix your posture.”

Lucas immediately straightened his back.

Steve went on explaining about how curling into yourself like that basically compressed your lungs and made breathing harder.

He held the inhaler to Lucas’ mouth and instructed him to breathe in and hold it for as long as he felt he could before releasing slowly.

Lucas did as instructed, and after no more than two puffs Steve instructed him to simply keep his back straight and take deep breaths through his nose and to release slowly through his mouth.

Lucas left on his bike a few minutes later with a few snacks and an extra bottle of water in his bag. Steve told him to talk to his parents about getting him a medical inhaler if he planned to stick out basketball for all of high school. Steve knew how aggressive those kids could be, and while it wasn’t always necessary it was helpful.

When he closed the door behind Lucas he went straight to the living room.

Where apparently everyone had relocated.

“Uh.. hey?” Steve waved pathetically. He had really no idea what to do with the 5 pairs of eyes on him.

“Ok? Um— seriously why are you all looking at me like that? It’s fucking freaky.” Steve curled in on himself a little, folding his arms and hunching his shoulders.

Robin was the first to shoot out of her seat on the couch. Steve was given no warning before he was engulfed in a hug.

“Oh? Ok—“ He wrapped his arms around her tightly. “What happened, Robs? You alright?” he asked from where his face was tucked into her neck.

She nodded, but it was obvious something was wrong.

When Robin let go she dragged Steve by the wrist to the couch and sat with him. He looked at everyone else settled in the living room and raised an eyebrow.

“This isn’t like— an intervention or something, right?” he tried to joke. Argyle seemed to find it funny at least. Steve smiled at him where he sat on the floor by the coffee table.

Then there was an arm wrapping around his waist from the side Robin wasn’t pressed against and Steve wasted no time leaning his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“What’s up with you guys, huh? You’re quiet and it’s scary. I don’t like it.” Steve muttered the last part under his breath and more to himself. But Eddie squeezed his hip reassuringly.

“Nothing’s up, baby. How was everything with Lucas?” Eddie asked. Steve barely gave himself time to pause before he answered, “Good. He’s been moving a lot faster lately.”

He bit his tongue against the slew of words he wanted to spill about everything they’d done in that hour they’d been outside. Instead he said,

“Sorry. Totally ditched you guys for the ball.” He chuckled, trying to take the weight of the words off some. Eddie tutted.

“Don’t apologize, Steve. You looked like you having fun.” Came Nancy’s unexpected reply. Steve’s head shot up to look at her before traveling back to Argyle, who gave him a vague “go on” gesture with his hand.

“Uh..” He pulled his eyes back to Nancy. “Yeah, had a lot of fun. Um— you guys alright?”

Jonathan groaned and Steve watched Nancy hit him on the arm. They had a whole argument with their eyes before Nancy deflated. What the hell?

“Steve.” Jonathan started. Steve flinched slightly and didn’t relax when Eddie squeezed his hip.

He braced himself for the laughs, the jeers. Them telling him they didn’t care that he had fun and that they had to go.

“We’re sorry.”

Steve blinked. You’d think an apology that sounded so heartfelt would lower his inner walls a bit, but it only served to raise them higher. Because—

“What the fuck? Why?”

Jonathan rubbed the back of his head and let Nancy take the lead this time.

“For brushing you off.”

Steve blinked, his inner walls no longer rising but not lowering either.

“For not showing that we cared whenever you started talking about your sports and things.” Was Robin’s add-on from beside him.

Steve flinched and made to get up but remembered he was kind of held down by both Robin and Eddie.

“So this is an intervention? Guys it’s fine, seriously—“

“No. It’s not. Stop talking for a second and let us be sorry, sweetheart.” Eddie’s grip tightened again and Steve tried to find comfort in it like he normally did, but he was so uncomfortable right now it was unbelievable.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been apologized to. Not like this. Not with such sincerity.

It scared him, honestly.

“We’re sorry we didn’t bother trying to show interest in anything you did even though you always made sure to show interest in ours,” was how Eddie finished.

“Even with all the teasing you add in.” Chuckled Jonathan.

Steve found a bit of the comfort he was searching for.

He cleared his throat. “Um ok— so—“

“Not done.” Demanded Nancy.

Steve shut up.

“We’re sorry that we made fun of your interests and maybe made you feel like you couldn’t share your thoughts and feelings with us in fear of getting ridiculed.”

And good God if that wasn’t right on the money.

Steve swallowed against the tears that threatened to mist over his vision.

He laughed quietly instead. And maybe he looked like he was going insane but Jesus Christ— he couldn’t take this right now. He was not expecting a fucking apology after an hour of playing basketball.

What the fuck has his life turned into?

“Ok— done now?” he asked. And when nobody spoke up against him he continued.

“So um— thanks? For the apology? I guess— I guess I just don’t understand. Why are you guys apologizing when you didn’t do anything wrong?”

That got him a chorus of groans that made him curl into himself more. He hung his head and pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer, a nervous habit he’d developed in middle school.

“Steve.” Robin gently said. “We have every reason to apologize and fucking grovel.”

Steve wasn’t given a single moment to protest.

“Sweetheart, what did you do yesterday when I was talking about my campaign?”

Steve looked at Eddie funny. “Dude I don’t know— I think you started talking about it while I was cooking?”

Eddie nodded. “And then you told me to hold on while you put the lasagna in the oven so you could give me your full attention.”

Steve blinked dumbly, not quite getting it.

“That’s the bare minimum, Ed. You were talking about something you really liked so I made sure you knew I was listening.”

And oh wow. It just dawned on him.

“Exactly, honey. None of us— except Argyle, apparently— have been giving you the attention you deserve even though you give us yours no matter what.”

“Steve you listened to me drone about types of cameras and film last week for three hours and didn’t complain once. I know for a fact that shit was boring to listen to because I’ve been told so by both Will and El numerous times.”

Steve stared at Jonathan.

“Ok, sure. But I don’t see— I don’t get— I don’t care that you guys don’t listen to me. Sports are complicated and yeah sure it kind of hurts when you scoff as if it doesn’t mean shit—“

Eddie’s grip tightened considerably.

“—but it— I get it. You guys aren’t obligated to listen to my shit. I listen to you guys because I want to. Because I like hearing you talk about things you’re passionate about. Like Nancy and that new article for the school paper about the different recipe for the meatloaf that makes it taste like dirt, apparently. Or how Polaroid cameras actually date all the way back to like— 1948. Or—“

“But that’s the thing, Steve.” Nancy cut him off. “You listen to these things and remember them because you want to. Because you’re a good friend and good friends listen. We—“ he waved her hand around to all of them “—have not been good friends.”

Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat while Nancy continued.

“The fact that you remember my exact words of calling the meatloaf dirt just proves that. Because we had that conversation, what? A month ago?”

“Three weeks ago.” Me mumbled uselessly.

Nancy sighed.

Robin sat up and took Steve’s face in her hands. “Stevie. We love you. So let us.”

And just like that, Steve was engulfed in a giant group hug.

He didn’t realize how much it’d affected him before now. How being scoffed at and made fun of— even if it was playful— hurt him so much that he’d just stopped talking about things.

When they pulled away Eddie kissed his forehead and Robin kissed his cheek. Steve giggled at the sudden affection.

…

Bonus:

The very next day, Steve saw the change.

Saw the change in how Eddie made sure to ask him about what he was cooking and then let Steve explain the process of a breakfast casserole. How Eddie simply smiled and even engaged with questions as if he was really interested. And maybe Steve didn’t completely believe he was interested, but that was ok. He’d come to his senses eventually.

Then at work Robin made a point to let him choose what they put on the TV for the day and didn’t even complain when he chose the Breakfast Club.

He was scared that they change would last no more than a week. That after some time they’d all go right back to how it was before.

But then a week passed. And two. And three. And then months we’re going by where Steve was allowed to rant and talk and argue about things like cooking and baking and basketball and soccer and volleyball and so much more because they would listen.

And then a year passed and it was April and it was his birthday and when he was surrounded by everyone— the kids, the older teens, even the adults— he opened a present and looked down at the book in his lap.

“Forever Amber”.

Steve will never admit to the tears that he cried that day.

…

Probably gonna do something like this with Lucas and the kids cause I love Lucas ❤️

Here’s that lol:

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