#dels steddie thoughts

[delta-piscium]

the inherent intimacy of lighting your cigarettes with the same flame etc

(click for better quality + still version under the cut)

been procrastinating writing by trying to learn digital art so have this, will return to regular scheduling of rambly HC posts and occasional fics soon

#i've been staring at this so long i can't tell what it is anymore tbh #if you've seen me post art before and then delete it immediately no you haven't #really gonna use all my strength to keep this up bc this is scaaary #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fanart #steddie art #stranger things #stranger things fanart #dels steddie thoughts #my post #my art #art #digital art #gif #del draws

[tickle-bugs]

Summer Lovin’

Summary: A hot summer’s day in Hawkins leaves Steve with time to kill. Fortunately, Eddie is the most distracting human being on the face of the Earth. Romantic Steddie. (Now feels like a good time to remind everyone I have seen ZERO episodes of stranger things and am therefore not liable for ooc content thank u enjoy)

Update: There’s a loose sequel now! Check out I’m So Down here :)

Hawkins is hot. The summertime air is insufferable and thick with humidity. Even with the car’s AC blasting, the sun is trying its damndest to toast every visible inch of its driver. Not to mention the bugs. Steve’s one mosquito bite away from burning the place down. 

Thankfully getting rid of Dustin and co. for the afternoon dropped the interior temperature of the car, like, twenty degrees. Bad news is, he has to pick them up in a few hours and he’s not looking forward to it. 

Eddie’s the last one to debark from Harrington’s Wild Ride as they rumble up outside his trailer. He leans his forearms on the passenger door until Steve rolls down the window. 

“Wanna hang out?” Eddie sticks his head into the car window to siphon some AC. He’s still wearing his jacket like an idiot, and Steve’s counting down the minutes until the sun claims him and he disintegrates like a vampire. 

“And do what, exactly?” Steve flicks away a bead of sweat before it runs. 

“TVs busted, so no movies…We could play D&D?” Eddie drums out a beat on the door. 

“Munson, I just dropped the kids off—“

“We don’t need ‘em! I’ll show you. C’mon.” Eddie spins on his heel with a smile. Steve sighs and takes his sweet, sweet time getting out of the car. 

He’s been trying to avoid unsupervised contact with Eddie. He doesn’t do well with it. 

“Welcome to Casa del Munson.” Eddie bumps the trailer door open with his hip and a flourish. A startling and welcome chill rushes over both of them. Steve spots the culprit in the corner—a bucket of ice propped precariously in front of a giant, gently-rattling fan. 

“Nice place.” Steve takes it in. A cramped table covered edge-to-edge in board game…stuff—he recognizes the d20s at least—and unopened bags of chips. There’s a beaten-up couch against the wall with a heavy sag on the middle cushion. Bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom—comfortably small. 

“Thanks.” Eddie cracks open a soda from a nearby cooler and tosses Steve one before he can think to ask. It’s blissfully cold. 

It’s here, as Eddie sheds his jacket in the sunlit living room, that Steve is introduced to Eddie’s worst invention, which will ultimately be his undoing. 

Eddie’s got a new shirt. Kinda. 

Not even Steve knows how many Hellfire Club shirts Eddie owns, but he’s never seen this one. Eddie’s cut the raglan into a t-shirt that hangs loose on his body, but somehow he’s misplaced the entire bottom half of it. Stick and poke tattoos of bats, music notes, guitars and dice litter his skin like doodles in a notebook’s margins.

Steve knows he’s staring. There’s not much he can do but acknowledge it. Staring at Eddie has become a pastime far quicker than Steve’s become ready to admit that he might play for multiple teams. He’s just nice to look at, that’s all. Pretty, even. That’s a normal thing to think. 

God, where’s Robin when you need her? 

Eddie flits around the table, arranging and tidying the busy array of game components. He takes on a frantic sort of timidness as he scuttles about. Like his brain is running too fast and he doesn’t want Steve to know. At least the manic pacing gives him a reason to stare. 

“Normally I’d build a character with you, but you…no use killing that kinda time. I’ll do it for you.” Eddie pulls out one of the folding chairs at the table, ever the gentleman. Steve opens his mouth to protest but Eddie’s already gone. He sits. 

He takes his seat behind a giant partition—a Dungeon Master’s screen—and peeks at Steve over it. Every once and a while his head completely disappears, save for a few curls, as he mutters fervently to himself.

“Thought you needed a group to play. Isn’t that the point?” Steve finishes his soda and crushes the can between his palms. 

“Yes, but you don’t have to. It’s about the experience. I’ve got plenty of beginner’s modules anyway.” Eddie smiles at him over the DM screen and disappears again. Steve wrinkles his nose at ‘beginner’, his ego rearing its head, but he doesn’t have it in him to squabble quite yet. Dice clatter against the table and Steve can hear a pencil fighting for its life over there, but all he can make out are those curls. 

After a few moments of grumbling, page flipping, and pencil scratching, Eddie pops up from his chair and hums a triumphant, obnoxious fanfare. 

“I dub thee Steve, a fighter and the bravest of adventurers.” Eddie flaps the paper around like a flag in the wind before handing it over. There’s…a startling amount of numbers on the character sheet and he doesn’t understand all of them, but that’s not what catches his eye. 

Eddie’s doodled in red ink all over the paper. Swords, dice, dragons, and bags of gold--a patchwork not unlike his torso. There’s even a tiny drawing of what Steve assumes is himself in armor, if the hair and the sparkles are anything to go by. Steve hopes he’s able to reign in his expression from ‘infatuated dope’ to ‘coolly neutral’ because if not, Robin will smell a chance to tease him from miles away and break down the door. 

“Cool.” He looks up. Eddie’s gazing at him intently, like he’s waiting for approval, and the moment is vanishes before Steve can do more than furrow his brow. 

“Here. You can borrow some of my dice.” Eddie palms him a set of red, white, and blue dice that vaguely reminds Steve of his Scoops uniform. That makes him smile more than it should. Fuck, he’s gone soft.

“Ready?” Eddie balances a d20 on his finger for a split second, trying to be cool, and drops it. 

“As I’ll ever be,” Steve chuckles.

“Awesome. I’ll explain as we go, so don’t sweat it if you don’t get it right away. Our adventure begins in the streets of Melore…” Eddie sweeps his hands over the table as he pulls both of them into the story flourishing within the pages of his mind.

D&D is…fun. Really fun. Like a video game, but he’s in it. Eddie’s world is rich and whimsical, and he often breaks his dramatic Dungeon Master character to congratulate Steve on his exploits. He conquers beast after beast at Eddie’s behest, as mercenary work for the town, and starts to delve deeper into the mystery woven here. Something about the alderman’s daughter and the sudden uprising of monsters seems off and it’s bothering him so deeply. 

Though the greatest challenge that the legendary Steve had yet to face, apparently, is going fucking shopping. All the merchants in town can’t stand him for some reason, despite only having helped their businesses by making Melore safer. He’s bickered his way down the list to the last vendor, a very attractive elf with an even more attractive array of healing potions. 

“Look here, pretty boy, my prices are my prices. Unless you can persuade me—“ a more obvious hint has never been delivered— “Everything goes for ticket price.” Eddie’s come fully around the table as he has repeatedly during the adventure, bleeding the fantasy into the air all around them. Right now, as he leans into Steve’s personal space, he can’t help but feel he’s really staring this…startlingly flirty shopkeep in the eye. He starts to sweat. 

“Persuade you, huh?” Steve stands slowly. His hands are definitely shaking. 

“Correct. You’re easy on the eyes, but you don’t seem much for conversation.” Eddie crosses his arms, heavy in character. Steve wonders how much of this is Eddie messing with him and how much of it is shit luck. 

He is, in fact, much for conversation. His character’s hesitance is all Steve’s own, but his sheet has a +3 to charisma and he’s gathered that that’s good. 

He glides into Eddie’s personal space and puts the world’s most awkward hand on his shoulder, somewhere between consoling and convincing. Not the best start. 

“Are we making out or are we rolling persuasion?” Eddie’s brow raises, a cheeky grin dancing upon his face. Yep, definitely Eddie messing with him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m rolling. Don’t cream your pants,” Steve mumbles, turning around to roll. He hopes he doesn’t look as red as he feels. 

Natural 1. Shit. 

“Y’know in some circles, a lack of social skills can make someone charming.” Steve gives his best smile. 

“Really? I’ll note that next time I meet someone charming.” Eddie rolls his eyes. 

Steve scowls and squeezes Eddie’s side without thinking. It’s something he does to Robin or the kids when they’re teasing and he can’t think of a quip to fire back, not even conscious, and he probably wouldn’t have done it if he had thought about it—

Eddie yelps and the adventure in Melore shatters. The trailer goes quiet, save for the fan still rattling away in the corner. 

“Oh? Doth mine ears deceiveth me or whatever, or did you just shriek?” Steve narrows his eyes. From head to toe, Eddie turns a lovely shade of pink. 

“No. Uh-uh. Nope. Your ears are totally deceiving you.” He starts backing away, hands outstretched. His rings glint in the light. 

Steve makes the conscious choice to toss his dignity in the garbage. Eddie’s smile is higher up on his priority list. 

“Hmm, I dunno. My, uh, perception is pretty high.” Steve clicks his tongue and sidles closer, one slow step at a time. Eddie hits the wall much faster than he thought he would, if the deer-in-headlights look is anything to go by. He hides a nervous grin behind his hair and weighs his options.

He makes a break for it. Steve catches him in his arms as easily as breathing. 

“Woah! Where do you think you’re going?” Steve’s fingers alight upon Eddie’s stomach and he crumples into the wall. His giggles bounce in time with his curls as he scrambles up onto his toes, as if he can crawl onto the ceiling and disappear. 

“You suck!” As he curls in on himself, so do his snickers. He tries to block the skin he can with his elbows, but Steve keeps finding the holes in his armor. 

“Rude,” Steve scoffs, working one finger into a soft spot just beneath his ribs. Eddie squeals and grabs Steve’s wrists. A wave of bargaining and cursing tumbles from his lips, but it all gives way to high-pitched, frantic, adorable laughter. 

Adorable. Hm, that’s new. 

“S-Steve!” Eddie sounds like he might giggle himself into orbit. He tosses his head back into the wall and snorts. He can’t seem to decide whether his hands should cover his face or try to stop Steve, and watching him play ‘Heads, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes’ with himself is beyond entertaining. Steve decides then and there that he only ever wants to hear his name like this, floating out among Eddie’s infectious laughter in the light of the setting sun. 

“What’s up, Munson?” Steve smirks, prodding into Eddie’s stomach. He hits a spot just above a tattoo and Eddie jumps straight into the air, like he’s gonna climb Steve to get away from, well, Steve. 

“The game!” Eddie manages, his voice finding every possible octave. The snort makes a triumphant return as Steve occupies himself with gently kneading at Eddie’s bare waist. 

“Relax, it’s not going anywhere,” He hums. 

He’s not expecting Eddie to go fucking boneless in his arms at the next squeeze, and the extra weight sends him colliding into the arm of the couch. He folds backwards as the world tilts and he’s suddenly very grateful they started tussling near the couch of all places. 

“Woah, going down!” Steve laughs, bouncing off the cushions. Eddie topples onto him, a heap of frizzy curls and fading laughter. They lay there for a moment, relishing in consequenceless touch with only the last whispers of the sun as a witness. Eddie pushes himself up onto his hands and hovers over Steve, his face beyond flushed, and his lips start to quirk into that wild, mischievous grin that he gets when he’s about to say something ridiculous. 

Well, that won’t do. 

Steve finds a spot at the back of Eddie’s ribs that makes his elbows give out from under him. Steve lets out an ‘oof’ as Eddie’s body knocks the wind out of his lungs, but soon enough his fingers find a comfortable home in the divots on Eddie’s back. He immediately kicks up into an bouncy bout of belly-laughter, like glitter twirling in the air. There, that’s better. 

“Ah shihihit!” Eddie rolls and wedges himself against the back of the couch, hands scrunched before him with T-Rex range of motion. Unbothered, Steve pinches at the hipbones that Eddie’s so graciously left uncovered. He cackles and tries to bring his knees to his chest, but there isn’t enough room. 

“Ooh, must be bad. Let me check.” Steve mock-hisses in sympathy and dives back in for more. 

“N-Not there, dohohon’t!” Eddie shrieks his first words of protest through all of this. Steve instantly slows his fingers. 

“Gimme like, one good reason why I shouldn’t.” He searches and listens for any discomfort, any genuine distress, but all he gets is a gleaming smile and dimples and distractingly bright eyes—

“It tickles, you asshole!” Eddie snickers, loosely grabbing at Steve’s wrists. His laughter has a habit of snowballing on him, Steve’s noticed, like his lungs aren’t big enough to contain it all. 

“I said gimme a reason why I shouldn’t, dipshit. Now you’re just egging me on.” Steve manages to reach for Eddie’s hip and ribs at the same time and pulls forth the funniest fucking noise he’s ever heard another man make, somewhere between a cackle and a snort, and Steve absolutely loses it. 

“G-Goddamnit Harrington!” Eddie giggles like a maniac directly into Steve’s neck, snuggling closer like it’s going to protect him, and Steve doesn’t realize how much his guard has fallen until he’s barking out a startled laugh and shoving Eddie’s face away. They both blink at each other. Twin smiles grow on their faces, though Steve’s is far more nervous. 

“We can—“ 

“Talk about this? I think the fuck not.” Eddie grins, wiggling his long, calloused fingers just above Steve’s sides. Before he can blink, before he can breathe, Eddie is grinning wildly down at him like a kid on Christmas. 

“Any last words? Bonus points if it’s begging for your life.” Eddie makes a show of cracking his fingers, rings and all. Steve clenches his jaw and grabs for the dignity that he tossed earlier, but then Eddie’s fingers are plucking some invisible melody upon his sides like the neck of his guitar and he’s utterly gone.

In hindsight, he might’ve brought this upon himself. Arguably. Possibly. 

He flips Eddie off with both hands, going down swinging, and Eddie gasps in mock offense. He shoves his hands under Steve’s arms and the squeakiest cackle bursts from his lips, then another, then another, until he’s folding into Eddie’s grip.

“F-Fuck you!” Steve’s forehead knocks into Eddie’s chest and he stays there, hiding his face. Even when Eddie gets a hold of his knee—Christ, that’s terrible—he stays the course.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie grins most wickedly. A burst of butterflies in Steve’s stomach pushes him dangerously towards giggling. He can’t even get another threat out and hearing his own laughter makes him laugh more. So, he brings back a classic. He flips Eddie off again and stands his ground. 

Curious, deft fingers seeking the skin behind his ears quickly crumble that warrior spirit, though. 

“Fuckin’ adorable.” Eddie laughs above him, gently scritching at the shell of Steve’s ears. Steve screeches bloody murder in response. 

Somewhere between breathless cursing and pleading for his life, Eddie remembers mercy. The revenge is nowhere near proportional to the original crime but Steve isn’t complaining. He feels like he’ll explode if Eddie’s hands find their way under his arms again. Or, if he keeps looking at him like that.

Eddie gets a wistful look about him, that strange timidness returning. He awkwardly pats Steve’s chest and goes to swivel off the couch, but Steve’s hand on his bicep stops him.

“Hey Eddie?” Steve swallows. His heart thunders in his ears. He wants to believe he isn’t still giggling, but he knows it’s useless. 

“Yeah?” Eddie’s breath audibly catches. He clears his throat. 

“Is it cool if I kiss you?” Steve cautiously brings his hands to hover on either side of Eddie’s face. Not touching. But they could. 

“Oh, please do.” Eddie beams at him, the last shreds of sunlight blooming warmth into those big brown eyes, and leans in to close the distance. Steve smiles into the kiss. He feels airy, like bubbles on the wind, like nothing could come between the two of them in the quiet of the trailer. 

Eddie immediately ruins it, of course, by vibrating his hand into Steve’s stomach, sending them both toppling off the couch and into a chase so remarkably asinine for the size of the trailer. It keeps them occupied until Dustin calls though, and that’s all either of them can ask for. 

#my fics #stranger things #steveddie #steddie #ticklish!steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #ticklish!eddie munson #no fr i haven't seen a single episode so this is a real shot in the dark #but this was fun to write and broke me outta my funk so i hope y'all enjoy it!!! #also i could talk for HOURS about Eddie's DM style since im a DM myself. i dont care what the show says thats my blorbo your honor #idk why i like him so much hes just a freak (affectionate)

[autizmoeddiemunson]

Soft- part four

Steddie, little Steve, cg Eddie

Part three Part five

The boys got inside and made their way to the bathroom. They were both still covered in pancake batter from the morning so showers were certainly in order. Eddie prepared himself for the conversation he expected to be awkward.

“Stevie?” He asked, bracing himself. “Yeah?” Eddie took a breath and tried to keep his cool. “As you know, we both need to shower… Well, since you have a concussion, you aren’t supposed to be left alone.” He hoped that he didn’t have to elaborate but Steve just looked at him. He decided to be direct. “I need to stay in the room while you bathe.” Steve still just stared.

Eddie was starting to become concerned. He waved his hand in front of Steve’s face, finally breaking him out of his trance. Steve hadn’t listened after ‘you aren’t supposed to be left alone.’ His brain needed to reboot upon realizing that Eddie would be in the room with him.

“Sorry, I’m alright.” Steve blurted out, earning an odd look from Eddie. Steve began filling the bathtub and winced at the sound, covering his ears. Eddie walked him out of the room and sat him at his desk chair. “Do you… ya know… need help?” Eddie asked, gesturing to his clothes. Steve was bright red, he could probably do it himself but secretly, he knew Eddie could’ve fixed that door on his own, so why not let him help?

Steve nodded softly. Eddie blushed and tried to remove his clothing as respectfully as possible. Eddie liked taking care of the boy but he had to respect him, especially in his concussed state. “Let’s get you in the bath, hon.” Eddie averted his eyes and helped him into the tub. Eddie sat on the floor next to the sink, he mostly just looked at the various bottles of random crap on the counter.

When Steve finished, he sat down and started his post-shower routine. Eddie undressed shamelessly, pulled the drain from the tub, and took a quick shower. He dried off and wrapped himself with a towel. Steve had settled into a black shirt and some boxers, Eddie looked through Steve's closet for something that’d fit. The only clean & fitting there was a bright pink ABBA shirt. He threw it on and put on some of the other man’s shorts.

It was 5pm and Eddie was feeling peckish. “Do you want me to make something for dinner or do you want delivery?” Steve was finished rubbing lord knows what in his hair & on his skin. “Let’s just get takeout. Maybe Thai food?” He said, standing up to see if he had a menu lying around. Eddie nodded and they went downstairs.

They ordered and turned the tv on, Steve grimaced at the brightness & loud sound. Eddie turned it off and thought for a moment before running out to his van. He came back a second later with a backpack full of distractions and a grin on his face. “Your head doesn’t hurt too much to read, right, big boy?” Eddie smiled even wider and handed Steve a book. “Lord of the rings? Eds, this thing is the width of a phone book.” Steve was curious but he had a bit of trouble with long books due to his dyslexia. “Just trust me. It’s amazing!” He squeaked, apologizing when Steve looked pained at his volume.

Steve saw the shine in his eyes and decided to crack it open. To his surprise, it was full of annotations and sticky notes where Eddie drew how he had imagined the scenes. It took him a bit to get into but he got invested in the story, or at least reading Eddie's little notes & doodles. “You’re a really talented artist.” Steve said, looking at the scenes Eddie had drawn. Eddie hid behind his hair a bit, another blush creeping up his cheeks.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Eddie rushed to grab it and pay the delivery guy, wanting to get back to Steve. They sat down together and ate, talking about movies, books, and whatever else came up. “That looks good.” Steve said, shoveling some of his own food into his mouth. “You want some?” Eddie asked, loading a fork up with some spicy chicken & rice dish. Steve was expecting it to be handed to him but was delightfully surprised when Eddie fed him.

That fuzzy feeling was back, for once though, he felt happy. “Can I have another bite?” He shyly asked, wanting Eddie to feed him again, he was elated when the man did it. They finished eating and put their leftovers in the fridge.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #stranger things agere #fandom agere #stranger things fic #agere fic #little steve harrington #st agere #steve harrington agere #steddie agere #steddie fic #eddie munson age regression #eddie munson agere #steve harrington age regression #cg eddie munson #caregiver eddie munson #agere fanfic #🩺writes

[eddieslittlefreak]

loving in rome’s heart - steddie ff.

summary: it’s been a long and tiring day full with fighting his feelings, and now steve’s just relaxing on his balcony with a cigarette between his lips. then he sees him, more beautiful than ever. eddie.

note: modern steddie au in rome, enjoy the little lovebirds <3 inspired by love by lana del rey & maroon by taylor swift

The moon was shining down the lively streets of Rome, the hot summer air as thick as ever. The little coffees and restaurants were still open and Steve could see all of the people laughing and having fun a bit farther away. He was only wearing his shorts as he was leaning on the barrier of his balcony, a cigarette between his plump lips. The balcony doors were open to his apartment, where his small table light was one, and some old music was playing from his speakers. His eyes were wondering around the streets, looking for familiar face and beautiful lights everywhere, but then suddenly his gaze got hooked up with someone’s. He didn’t even notice when he got there, but now he couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

Eddie. His Eddie.

He removed the cigarette from between his lips, putting it out on the barrier. Eddie was looking at Steve with a shy smile on his face, he was close enough to hear if he speaks a single word. He was leaning against the side of the the house that faced Steve’s apartment. His hair was tied up, putting his face more on display and oh god. Steve was barely blinking, not wanting to miss any moment when he could admire the beauty of his. They’re weren’t lovers. At least, they weren’t outsaid lovers. But sometimes, only sometimes he dared to let his mind wonder all over Eddie’s body and what must it be like under the covers. Under the ripped jeans and the 80′s band shirts. And sometimes he was thinking about one very specific thing: would Eddie let him to kiss him? 

At the thought Steve looked away from Eddie and cleared his throat before looking back again.

“Will you just stand there?” he asked, straightening his back. 

“Want me to not just stand here?” Eddie questioned back, playful smile rushing to his lips. There was something about Eddie that Steve just couldn’t figure. He was studying philosophy in university, but he was pretty sure that no one could explain that wonder that Eddie Munson was. 

Moments later Eddie was in the staircase of the apartment complex. The smell of dust filled his lungs, but Steve adored to live in this old building and everything that Steve adored or found special, it was special for Eddie, too. He rushed up on the stairs to the third floor, sweat forming on his forehead under his bangs as he was quite literally aching to finally face Steve. 

As he reached the doorway, the door was already open and Steve was standing there, swaying on his heels, eyes shining in the dim light of the hallway lamp.

“Come in.” he navigated him in, like Eddie hasn’t been there before at least twenty times. He knew the details of Steve apartment, knew the routine of everything and it was basically his second home. Steve was his first, because he was the closest Eddie ever felt to something safe.

Eddie sat down on the couch, sinking between the multiple pillows that were carefully placed there. Steve slowly walked into the room then to his music player to switch the songs on it. While he was looking for the right one, Eddie was keeping his eyes on the shape of Steve’s back, the little curves and moles that stunned him ever so often when he could get a chance to see them. Steve was focusing on finding the right song, humming something to himself. It was so hot in the room and Eddie couldn’t use his mind, everything felt numb and lustful. He catched himself standing up from the couch, and walking towards Steve. He gently touched the top of his back, careful not to scare him. Steve tensed for a second before completely melting into the soft touch of Eddie’s hand. Eddie felt like his throat was a desert, as Steve’s body was radiating heat against his chest. He slowly led his fingers over the sensitive, sun colored skin, right down against the line of Steve’s spine, stopping above the top of Steve’s shorts. Eddie kept his breath back, waiting for Steve’s reaction. He finally chose the right song, so he turned to Eddie, face fadedly flashed with the color of soft maroon. This was one of the closest they have ever been to each other, but either of them moved farther away. The melody was softly playing the backround, but Steve suddenly didn’t even hear the song he spent minutes on choosing.

Eddie moved his hand to Steve’s face, cupping his cheek gently, while traicing over under his eye with his thumb.

“You know why I came here tonight?” Eddie asked, voice low and love soaked. Steve shook his head, eyes shifting to Eddie’s lips. “I wanted to kiss you, Steve.” he gave the answer to his own question. “I was coward last time, but I wanna act tonight, you know. Would you mind if I..?” the words were barely above a whisper, but Steve didn’t even need more.

“Please, Eddie.” he said his name sweeter than the greatest honey ever, and Eddie felt lightheaded as he finally leaned in, pressing his lips against Steve’s. Steve turned out to be the more eager one, not wanting to let go for a second. He pushed his whole body against Eddie’s, letting the man to put his hands on his naked hips, massaging them softly. Steve’s hands got up to Eddie’s hair, almost literally ripping the hair tie out of it before throwing it onto the ground and  leading his fingers into the soft curls. 

“Slow down, Stevie.” Eddie chuckled as he pulled back a bit, still pulling their bodies together. 

“I don’t want to.” Steve said. He felt like he waited for too long, he wasted so much time. But now Eddie was between his arms, so close to him he could feel his breath on his lips and he didn’t want to let go for a second. “Stay the night?” he raised his eyebrow, his tone careful.

“It would be rude to kick me out after this.” Eddie joked before pressing a quick kiss onto Steve’s lips. 

They stumbled into the bedroom, stealing kisses in those few steps while they got there. Steve just couldn’t keep his hands off of Eddie, not even really trying to do that. All he could think about was how much time he wasted while trying to convince himself Eddie was just a friend, and now his heart ached, flashing burning tears onto his cheeks while he was desperately trying to hide his face in Eddie’s neck. He didn’t even know why is this happening, but he was so overwhelmed that he couldn’t hold it back.

“Hey, Stevie? Baby, are you okay?” the pet name got right into Steve’s guts, only to make him pull Eddie closer. The sheets were messy after he forgot to make the bed after his late afternoon sleep. “What’s wrong? Please, speak up.” Eddie was gently brushing his hand over Steve back.

“I just missed you. Gosh, I missed you.” Steve gave the weak and small answer, pressing kisses onto Eddie’s neck. Eddie lied him onto the bed, climbing on the top of him before kissing down all over his upper body.

“I’m here now, Steve. I’ve got you, love. Don’t worry for a second.” he spoke the securing words and Steve could only nod, pulling Eddie up for another kiss and buckling his hips towards him.

They made love that night, not just with their bodies, but with their hearts as well. Their souls finally collided, after circling around each other for so long. And Steve never felt better. He was always chasing highs just to find himself running into lows, but Eddie lifted him up without asking. And Eddie felt like he finally found his home, his safe place, his hope. He was lost in almost all his life and Steve showed him a way.

So in the morning while Eddie was still sleeping, one leg thrown over the covers, Steve was sitting in the window frame with a cigarette in his hand, but instead of the view, this time his eyes were settled on his peacefully sleeping lover.

All he could think about was that he is so in love. 

#steddie #eddie munson #steve and eddie #eddie stranger things #steddie fic #steve harrington #stranger things #steve x eddie #loverboys

[swankymikehanlon-blog]

IT ships, A song, A written aesthetic

Heavily Inspired by the phenomenal ‘Written Aesthetic’ piece done by @hanlonmike (Click to read more!!!)

Hanzier - Teenage Fever by Drake 

‘If you had my love And I gave you all my trust Would you comfort me?’

Two souls like a ying-yang, like the sun and the moon. One’s hot, the other cold, yet somehow, both go together and both would die with out the other.

Bichie - My Love by Route 94

‘My love and my touch Up above, made with the warmth of my My love and my touch’

The love that’s complicated, the one that seems to never work, but somehow, someway, they find each other in the end.

Reddie - Love by Lana Del Rey 

‘Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough To be young and in love  To be young and in love’

The warmth of a hand over a fast beating heart, the look of a quick glance, whispers into the night, and it’s true love.

Hanbrough - Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine

‘Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you’

The knowing look, the look that says “I’ve been where you are” and a hug that means “I’ll stay and help you.”

Beverie - Bad Blood by NAO 

‘Forever we're young Pages unsung, ooh I feel that you remember Dreaming of a past that couldn't last’

Frustrated thoughts, consisting of ‘What If’ never ‘Now That’, but after all, it’s only the brush of a finger across a cheekbone that really gets things started.

Benverly - My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco 

‘And I'm down on my hands and knees Begging you please, baby Show me your world’

Absolute adoration of someone can lead to many things, but when it’s delivered back, it’s called unconditional.

Kasplon - White Ferrari by Frank Ocean 

‘Stick by me Close by me You were fine You were fine here’

A thought in the loneliest of hours, a thought in the busiest of days, the proclamation of ‘I love you’ under a star filled sky, the sweet, knowing kiss of forever.

Stenbrough - Visions of Gideon by Sufjan Stevens

‘I have loved you for the last time Visions of Gideon, visions of Gideon And I have kissed you for the last time Visions of Gideon, visions of Gideon’

Truly never a goodbye, truly never a hello, but the tranquil smile given after finding each other.

Billverly - In This Shirt by The Irrepressibles 

‘In this shirt I can be you To be near you for a while In this shirt I can be you To be near you for a while’

A forgotten love story, that had so much potential, and still might, after all, It’s all that goes on through beautiful fantasies.

Mikeverly - Heavy and Ephemeral by Brooke Bentham

‘I've forgotten this feeling, I'd let it die Now it makes me feel alive Makes me feel alive’

Had always been a possibility, now it’s a reality, and there’s nothing to be more grateful for.

Stozier - Another Love by Tom Odell

‘And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright I'm just so tired to share my nights I wanna cry and I wanna love But all my tears have been used up’

It’s the person you can’t live without, the person who is willing to do anything for you, it’s a feeling deep down that everything about them is selfless.

Stanverly - Roslyn by Bon Iver & St. Vincent

‘Aren't we just terrified? Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find’

Words etched into the wall, hands pressed firmly to tear stained cheeks, it wouldn’t work, happiness isn’t for everyone, but maybe, just, maybe, it’s for us.

Kasbrough - Body Gold by Oh Wonder

‘Before you came round, I was heading for a small disaster Before you came round, I was ready to blow me down’

People find each other at some of the most convenient times, but finding each other was the most blessed thing to ever be done.

Hanslon - For You by Tin Sparrow 

‘But it's alright, it's alright now don't panic too soon Because my love, well all my love is there for you, for you’

It’s always the voice in the warm summer morning that says “You’re everything I need, I’m everything you need, so let’s love until the sky leaves.”

Steddie - Somebody That Loves You by HONNE and Izzy Bizu 

‘I'm waiting And I'm patient I'm deluded You have someone that loves you’

Not knowing the true meaning of ‘Living’ until you cross paths with another who loves you for you.

Stanlon - See You Again by Tyler, The Creator 

‘Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?’

The hand that searches in the water for yours and brings you to the clouds to create an everlasting world where the only words spoken are ‘My Love’.

this is literally the only thing I’ve written that I’m really proud of!!! I included some of the ships that I don’t see a lot of, hope I pleased at least somebody. :)

#it 2017 #the losers club #mike hanlon #richie tozier #stan uris #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #i really hope i got all possible ships #if not tell me!! #i can add #hanzier #bichie #reddie #hanbrough #beverie #kasplon #stenbrough #billverly #mikeverly #stozier #stanverly #kaspbrough #hanslon #steddie #stanlon

[writhingcreature]

I got tagged by @milk-free-life . Look at me getting tagged for shit who'd have thought right?

Nickname: Pidge. Emmie. Maddie. Mj. Little devil. PIMA. I'm probably forgetting some?

Zodiac sign: libra ✨

Height: 5'8"

Hogwarts House: Despite what I believed for a long time, Gryffindor

Last Thing I Googled: "joey richter there are only people who are alive. And people who are FUCKING DEAD" I really wanted to find that scene because it adds years to my life. I never did...

Song stuck in my head: "Congratulations" by Sleeping With Sirens

Following: 848

Followers: 309 (holy shit!!!)

Amount of sleep I usually get: Anywhere from 4-12+ hours because either I deprave myself or I hibernate and there's rarely an in between

Lucky number(s): Uhhhhhhhhh 19? Idk?

Dream job: Author! Actor, singer. Director!!!

Wearing: My work uniform and a jacket because I'm cOLD

Favorite Song(s):

- "Slip" by Eliot Moss

- "Flightless Bird American Mouth" by Iron & White

- "I Don't Feel Like Dancing" by the Scissor Sisters

- "Breathin" by Ariana Grande

- "Broken" by Anson Seabra

- "hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me" by Lana Del Ray

- "A Week" by Hozier

- "Andromeda" by Gorillaz

- "Hunger" by Florence + the Machine

- "Run Boy Run" by

- "I Say No" from Heathers (Origonal West End Cast)

- "In My Blood" by Shawn Mendes

- "Sidekick" from A Very Potter Senior Year by Starkid

- "King" by Lauren Aquilina

- "La La La" by Naughty Boy

- "Me Party" from the Muppets movie

- "Never Letting Go" by Vexento

- "Nights in White Satin" by Moody Blues

- "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" by Wham!

- "Fields of Gold" by Sting

- "O Children" by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

- "Rise" by Katy Perry

- "One More Light" by Linkin Park

- "Here's to Never Growing Up" by Avril Lavigne

- "Sing" by My Chemical Romance

Yes it's long. You fucking asked, I fUCKING DELIVERED! I left out so many GOOD SONGS to not make this list into a whole ass book.

Tagging:

- @reddie-steddie-go

- @kaspbrak-king

I don't have the balls to tag anyone else because I am an anxiety baby, but if you want to feel free to and tag me in it! I wanna seeeeeeeeeeeee!!

#Mj speaks #fun facts about mj #whooooooo

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Steddie | 1.7k words it is (swedish) midsummer so I wrote this based on my favorite old tradition because I can and will make anything steddie, so like glad midsommar (happy midsummer)

“What are you doing?” Steve asks as he follows Eddie to the hallway where he’s frantically putting on his shoes. 

“I almost forgot,” he mutters under his breath not acknowledging Steve at all.

“Forgot what?” 

“I can’t believe I almost forgot.” 

“Eddie,” Steve says a little louder, more adamant.

He does look up at Steve then and almost looks surprised to see him. As if he’d forgotten he was there, as if they haven’t been hanging out for hours. 

“Oh,” he says. “Uhm,” he squints at Steve who waits for him to continue, to explain. He doesn’t.

“Yes?” Steve implores because he would really like an explanation. Eddie had just abruptly stood up halfway through telling Steve about some folklore he’s using in his new campaign, just cut himself off mid-sentence and walked off. Steve doesn’t think it’s especially weird or demanding of him to have questions. 

“Did you have other plans that you just now remembered?” Steve frowns, starting to feel unsure when Eddie still isn’t saying anything. It’s just past eleven at night and Steve doesn’t know what plans those would be but he had showed up unannounced earlier in the evening so it’s not impossible that Eddie had plans that Steve interrupted. 

“No, no, no,” Eddie assures him finally breaking his silence, “it’s- okay it’s a little silly but I read this thing researching and I want to try it.” 

And well, okay then.

Steve raises his eyebrows and waves his hand gesturing for Eddie to go on. 

Eddie’s cheeks turn a light pink and he resolutely looks somewhere above Steve’s shoulder instead of at him. 

“Midsummer, which is today, is supposed to be this magical night and there are all these traditions and old myths about it.” 

Eddie glances at Steve and he smiles. Tries to show he’s listening and wants to know whatever thing Eddie read about. 

“And well, okay so there’s this one tradition where you pick seven different kinds of flowers before you go to bed and then put them under your pillow and you’re supposed to dream about who you’re gonna spend your life with.” 

Steve blinks, wasn’t expecting that and doesn’t know what to say about it, so, he blinks again. 

“Maybe it’s dumb, but with all we’ve seen magic and folklore don’t seem so far-fetched and,” he shrugs, “I wanna try. And like, it’s close to midnight and I don’t know if that’s a rule but I don’t wanna risk messing it up.”

“It- huh,” Steve frowns slightly and looks at his shoes then back at Eddie. “Yeah alright, let’s do it. Can’t hurt right?” 

His voice is light, like it’s not a big deal and just a fun thing Eddie read about because that’s what it is, isn’t it? But something about it settles deep in Steve’s gut. Makes it feel important in a way he’s not sure he could explain if he tried. Maybe it’s just the fact that Eddie is getting so worked up about the possibility of dreaming about the person he’s gonna spend his life with when Steve maybe a little bit wishes it would be him, but like, only a little. 

Eddie looks at him with wide eyes like he didn’t expect Steve to want to join, like maybe he expected Steve to make fun of him for wanting to do it. But then something seems to switch in him and a slow smile spreads over his face and he gives Steve an exaggerated once over. 

“Looking to find your true love huh, Harrington?” 

“I thought you said it was the person you spend your life with, not the same as true love necessarily.” Steve quips back because technicalities are easier to argue over than answering that question, especially when Eddie is the one asking.

Eddie shrugs. “Different sources say different things, sometimes it’s true love sometimes it’s who you marry.” 

“Well, then I guess we’re both looking to find our true loves?” Steve hedges, drags Eddie down with him if they’re gonna go there. 

A soft look passes Eddie’s face before a responds, voice quieter. “Guess we are, yeah.” 

They pick their flowers in silence, something about the magic being broken if you speak. Walking around the edge of the woods behind Eddie’s trailer a couple of feet apart, every once in a while coming together or crossing paths. 

After, Steve stands in between Eddie’s trailer and his own car. Holding on to his bouquet of seven flowers unsure what to do. He could go home, he should go home, but he doesn’t want to. He did have some beers hours ago and if he was allowed to speak he’d use that as an excuse to not drive and ask Eddie to crash on his couch. Right now he can’t though so he sighs inwardly and turns to his car. 

He makes it about two steps before a hand reaches out and grips him around his free wrist stopping him. When he turns around Eddie is giving him a look that very clearly says ‘stop being stupid’ and jerks his head towards the trailer silently telling Steve to go with him. He doesn’t let go though and uses his grip on Steve to drag him along like he can’t be sure Steve will actually listen and follow. As if Steve would ever not follow Eddie. 

They quickly get ready for bed. And again when Steve walks toward the couch Eddie grabs him and shakes his head. He waves his arms around a bit like that’s supposed to explain anything but Steve isn’t too bothered about an explanation anyways and easily follows Eddie to his bedroom. 

They’ve shared a bed before but always when they’ve been drunk or high so this feels different. Steve is a little glad they can’t speak or he’s sure he’d blurt out something way too revealing about it all. 

He avoids looking at Eddie as he tucks his flowers in under his pillow, knows Eddie is doing the same next to him. Is aware of it only being an old myth from a region halfway across the world but there’s a weight to it. Something real and tangible. 

He expects it to take a while for him to fall asleep like it always does. For him to twist and turn and lay awake until the early morning. For once though, that doesn’t happen. With the weight of Eddie next to him and to the sounds of his soft breathing and small movements, Steve falls asleep.

And he dreams. He dreams of big brown eyes and bright laughter. Of wild hair and warm arms embracing him. He dreams of growing old next to someone and how every wrinkle on their face tells a story of their shared love. 

He wants to stay in the dream forever, desperately tries to hold onto it even as he floats into consciousness. He turns and groans, gets a mess of someone’s hair in his mouth and nose and that’s enough to startle him into full wakefulness. 

Eddie grumbles next to him, clearly also just waking up. Steve looks at him, with his wild hair and his big brown eyes that are slowly blinking open and of course. Of course, it was Eddie he dreamed about.

Their eyes meet and Eddie freezes. Eyes widening as he looks back at Steve. 

“Oh,” he says. 

And yeah, oh.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, unsure of how to bring it up, to ask about it. If he even should? 

He puts on a teasing smile, even though he feels like goo inside, but making it lighthearted is all he can think of because what if he’s taking this whole thing way too seriously? Jumping to conclusions? 

“Dream of anyone?” 

Eddie nods and looks away, “I did.” He says it simply, voice careful. 

And maybe it isn’t just Steve.

“Who?” He asks, dropping the teasing tone. 

Eddie swallows and looks back at Steve. “The person I wanted to dream of,” he says and it’s not really an answer but he’s looking at Steve so intently he thinks it still might be. 

He thinks about Eddie’s quiet but delighted surprise at Steve wanting to join him yesterday. About Eddie dragging him first into his trailer and then into his bed. How they’re so close on Steve’s side of the bed and Eddie must have drifted towards him in his sleep.

He bites his lip to stop his smile from spreading too wide, there’s still a chance he’s misinterpreting things, “yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And who would that be?” Steve asks, leaning in even closer until he feels Eddie’s small puffs of breath across his face. 

“You,” Eddie whispers but Steve hears it clearly. 

He takes a moment to bask in it, to let it wash over him before he responds.

“That’s good,” Steve tells him eventually and Eddie’s eyes are so wide and open, and so pretty, “because I dreamt of you.” 

He knows it’s cheesy so he doesn’t give Eddie time to respond, just leans in and closes the remaining gap between them. Slots their lips together. Eddie gasps into the kiss, grabs Steve by the hair, and pulls him in. Makes all these cute noises that make Steve want and want and want. 

He shifts, goes to put his leg in between Eddie’s to move on top of him and get a better angle. But he only gets halfway before Eddie grabs his hips and twists them around. Pushes Steve flat on his back and straddles him. 

He grins down at Steve. 

“You think the Scandinavian magic worked or was it just dream psychology and wishful thinking?” 

“Does it matter?” Steve asks, way too earnestly. But like, they’ve just spent this whole time doing some true love magic so he thinks it’s fine, “got what I wanted.” 

“It’s forever though,” Eddie points out, bending down to bite at Steve’s jaw, “if we believe the old Norse people.” 

Steve hears the question there, thinks this might be Eddie’s way of asking what this means to Steve. His way of telling Steve this isn’t just a hookup for him.

“God yeah,” Steve exhales, “I fucking hope so.” 

He feels Eddie smile into his neck and grabs his hair, uses it to pull him back and steer him into another kiss. 

#listen I wrote this today while actively celebrating midsummer during any break i had so lets just hope it makes sense and isn't riddled #with mistakes but if it is i can only apologize... #literally me with anything ever 'but what if it was steddie tho?' like damn del calm down #posting this after midnight tho so just shhh about it okay? ive been busy busy #me: ill work on my wips #also me immediately: *writes something else* #but it was for the occasion so #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dels steddie thoughts #my writing #stranger things #steddie fic

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steddie where both of them flirt like it’s a competition and they’re going to win but neither can handle the intensity of the other so it’s just an endless back and forth of the most out-of-pocket come-ons and entire brain shutdowns

#literally blushing and stumbling over their words one second only to snap back into it and retaliate and their friends watch on like ??? #is this ? are they ? huh? #there's a lot of leaving the other speechless and walking away cackling only to be smacked on the ass like no chill about it #flirting is a competition and you can win right? #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #dels steddie thoughts

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Murray, after watching Steve and Eddie for all of five seconds, confidently walks up to them and starts his whole spiel about pining blah blah etc etc, and like, Steve will absolutely not have that, there is no way.

So he snorts, looks at Murray down his nose, and with zero hesitation lies, tells him “We’ve been dating for a month, congrats on seeing the obvious... Or not since you couldn’t tell”

He just hopes Eddie will play along. Steve is sending him the strongest signals with his mind right now, and, just, he knows Eddie can be petty like this too (that’s why he likes him so much, and yeah Murray is a little right but fuck him so much more for it)

Eddie ‘lives for the bit and to fuck with people’ Munson does not disappoint. He slings an arm around Steve and is like “Yeaaahhh wow, real clever observation there buddy.” In the driest tone imaginable

And Murray, well he was sure he was right, still kind of is sure he’s right so he just squints at them for a bit and then breaks out in a wide grin, and only sounds a little sarcastic when he says “Congrats on figuring your shit out yourselves.” 

Except he absolutely does not mean it because he wanted to do that, he likes doing that. And now he's sulking and will watch them so closely because something seems off 

Eddie and Steve, so committed to the bit and to not let Murray win, start fake dating. All while Murray tries to catch them in their lie, and they’re all too stubborn to give up

Murray starts to slowly think he maybe was wrong though because they really seem like a couple. And even though there’s still something there he can’t ignore the proof.

When they straight up make out in front of him, and he can tell that they’re so lost in each other they probably don’t know he’s there he's about to concede

But then after that, they act so weird around each other again? It’s like before but worse and how did the pining get worse when they’re actually openly together? Regularly have their tongues down each other's throats and all?

Meanwhile, Steve and Eddie are going through it because they thought they’d be okay but that kiss was so much, and oh god they don’t think they can do this? But they can’t let Murray win?

A week and a half later at their monthly 'we survived the apocalypse, again' get-together at Hoppers and Joyce’s, Murray just gets enough of how twitchy they are. He grabs them both and locks them in a closet and is like “I don’t wanna know anymore, whatever fight you had or didn’t figure it out”

They sort of stand there shuffling from foot to foot not marking eye contact until Eddie is just like “Oh for fucks sake, I like you for real okay? The bastard was right so can we actually just date? Please?” And all Steve's can do is say "Thank god," while he smiles the most blinding smile and grabs Eddie by his collar pulling him in for a kiss

Fifteen minutes later they come out of the closet (the irony and symbolism is not lost on them) all disheveled and a little too satisfied looking and are met with very loud screaming from all the younger teens, ranging from a simple “Ew!” (Mike) to “Dude we are right here what if we'd heard? Or walked in there and seen?” (Dustin)

They’re lucky they’re too distracted by this to see Murray's self-satisfied smirk because if they did they would have pretend broken up and there would have been another month of sneaking around but this time actually dating and pretending they weren’t

#I'm bringing you all another steddie gets Murray'd take because well I can #and bc I think they'd be so bitchy to him about it and like see it as war #they refuse to admit he got them together until years later and even then they're like 'we would have gotten there quicker and with less #confusion without him- he was a roadblock actually' #they’re bitch boyfriends ok? #Murray moves on to Nancy and Robin after this and both Nancy who has been Murray'd before and Robin who knew this whole mess #just shake their heads and is like 'you quiet- we are not doing this let us figure out our own lives' #dels steddie thoughts #steddie headcanon #my post #steddie ficlet #murray bauman #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie

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Steve makes one of those teacher tiktok accounts where he mostly talks about teaching and tips for learning and stuff, he also posts videos like

“You wonder what it’s like to be a teacher? I’m spending my evening doing seating arrangements, the trick is to not let people who have any kind of tension, are close friends, have a crush, lose concentration easily, sit close to each other… so basically I’m playing sudoko but I only have 1, 2s, and 3s… and also the numbers change daily..” you can see him looking down at something wrinkling his eyebrows and then nodding to himself and he’s like “I think I got it though”

the next day he duets it and it’s just him looking tired and in the background you can hear incoherent shouting, the caption just says ‘there’s apparently been a breakup’

for some reason there’s a comment by Eddie Munson, famous rockstar, that’s like “you should let it play out, drama is what high school is about” and Steve has just replied “this is why you repeated senior year twice” not acknowledging at all that this famous Grammy winner commented and everyone are just like ??? ?? what are you doing here ??? and why is this high school teacher roasting u ???

#also the absolute audacity of Steve KING STEVE being like ‘Eddie it’s not about drama’ and Eddie is just like ?? you wanna tell me that #again babe? wanna repeat that Steve Harrington former king of Hawkins high? #yeah idk what this is I just like the idea of Steve having a little tiktok account all about being a teacher #and Eddie comments on like half the #videos and everyone’s like ?? I guess he’s into education? or something? #people in the comments are also like “’you have assigned seating in high school’ and Steve responds to it with a video telling people about #the one time he tried to not have it and the utter chaos it resulted in and he looks so truly haunted no one questions it again #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #my post #dels steddie thoughts

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Wayne doesn’t believe Eddie at first when he says he’s a Vampire. It’s just because when he was twelve he spent several months insisting he was a Vampire. He’d literally make edible fake blood and have it together with Wayne and his morning coffee. Whenever it was sunny outside he’d use an umbrella to shield himself etc.

So, when Eddie sits him down and is like “I gotta tell you something.” Wayne is just like “okay, whatever you say. Whatever you need to do to deal.”

He does eventually manage to convince Wayne, who, when he’s finally onboard, never stops making small comments like, “I liked that syrup mixture you had more, you make your own choices but the vegetarian stuff was a whole lot simpler than this whole song and dance biting people.”

Whenever it’s sunny outside Wayne will wordlessly hand Eddie an umbrella, ignoring the glares he gets for it.

Steve notices and asks him about it since he’s actually fine in the sun and Eddie just grumbles out some excuse about Wayne just worrying

That is until one morning when Wayne asks how they slept and when Eddie yawns out a “good” He gets this glint in his eyes immediately responding “I thought a coffin was crucial for a good nights sleep?”

Steve looks so confused and also a little concerned because that’s a little insensitive and Eddie finally has to explain. Blushing furiously he as quickly as he can tells Steve that no Wayne wasn’t being insensitive, Eddie just told him when he was twelve that he was a vampire and for a month he tried to convince Wayne to get him a coffin to sleep in, claiming it was the only way he’d be able to get actual rest. Meanwhile Wayne is chuckling to himself in the background occasionally cutting in to add details, and like always, ignoring the murderous looks sent his way by his nephew.

After that Steve starts too. He hands Eddie umbrellas, when Eddie bites him he waits until he can feel him drinking before he’s like “be honest, is my blood better than the fabricated stuff you had? I won’t be mad if you don’t say yes.” Eddie bites down a little harder in retaliation.

He once asks him if he’ll be fine sleeping in a bed, but only that one time because he catches Eddie in a particularly petty mood where he just starts walking away saying “yeah, wow, ur right. Guess I’ll find a fucking coffin. Too bad they only fit one.” He only comes back because Steve half tackles him and drags him into bed refusing to let go.

For their anniversary he gets Eddie a full on cape (Eddie is only a little bit annoyed because the cape is actually cool as fuck and he had wanted one since he was a kid.)

#I’m on the Wayne and Steve team up to take care of and relentlessly make fun of Eddie together agenda #directly inspired by me at twelve having umbrellas in the sun bc I have always been in my vampire phase #I wore red contacts to school too 👍 #never claimed I was a vampire just lived that life ig #me: I relate more to Steve #also me: makes several posts about Eddie directly inspired by myself #I should be asleep but instead this had to be written apparently??? #my post #dels steddie thoughts #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #kas!eddie #wayne munson #steddie ficlet #vampire eddie munson #vampire!eddie

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When Steve and Eddie start dating Wayne pulls Steve aside and is like “I know this sounds odd but you’re gonna have to take him on walks every once in a while.”

And Steve is just like “?? Sir? He is not a dog?”

Wayne gives him a slightly haunted look, muttering “sometimes I wonder,” under his breath before clearing his throat and telling Steve to just trust him on this one. 

Steve thinks this is probably something Wayne had to do when Eddie was a child to get him out of the house but the man is a full-grown adult now, Steve is not gonna walk him.

He kind of forgets about it until one day. Eddie’s been staying at Steve’s for the week and he gets home from work only to find the kitchen absolutely wrecked. He finds Eddie in another room standing in a pile of books. He very slowly approaches him, putting his hands out and making his voice soft and as carefully as he can being like, “Hey, babe, what’s up?”

Eddie whips around, eyes big and wild, rambling almost too fast for Steve to understand. “I needed to make a cake but I didn’t have a recipe so I improvised and that did not work so I went to find a recipe and did you know there are like fifty-year-old medical books here? There are so many descriptions of gross stuff in them.” He waves one of Steve’s granddads old books around and Steve has to lean back to not get smacked by it. 

“Yeah… my granddad was a doctor,” he says all while eyeing him warily. 

His hair is frizzier than usual and he’s about to turn around to grab more books and Steve does not know what this is or what to do? Should he do something? That’s when he remembers what Wayne said about walks and the way he had looked, a bit stressed and disbelieving. It’s about how Steve is feeling right now so he might as well try, right?

So he grabs Eddie, pulling him along towards the door, making up the first excuse he can think of. “Speaking of my granddad, he built a tree-house for me in the woods behind the house, let’s go look.” 

He walks into the woods at the wrong opening, leading them kind of far in before turning around to wander and pretending to look. He finally steers them back to where the tree-house actually is, all in its tiny rotten glory, and right at the edge of the lawn.

“Guess it was closer than I remember,” he says with a shrug as if dragging Eddie around for twenty minutes insisting it was further in is in any way a believable mistake. 

Eddie gives him a look like he’s acting insane, which, okay fair but Eddie did start it. And anyways he looks better now, judgmental as all hell but better.

“Cool,” He eventually says then stomps back inside. 

Eddie spends the rest of the day making fun of Steve for getting lost in the woods where he grew up but he’s not climbing the walls anymore so Steve counts it as a win.

After that he brings Eddie on regular walks, tells him it’s because he doesn’t do sports anymore and needs to move, doesn’t always feel like running and it’s boring going alone. Eddie accepts it easily but also says it’s so weird because Wayne will also drag him along on walks, and, like, what about him attracts these people who need to go on walks all the time and can’t do it alone?

Steve and Wayne have a pact to never tell Eddie, they do not even want to imagine how that would go because Eddie is a drama queen at heart and their system is working (until years later when Steve and Eddie live together hours away and Steve goes on a trip with Robin, he comes back to Eddie on his way to turn their living room into a greenhouse)

#not at all making this post because I have to take myself on walks to not start climbing the walls #or lay in a depressed cocoon whimpering to myself in the most pitiful way #that happens to Eddie too #once when Steve is busy with work and forgets to drag him outside and Eddie just gets a blanket and gets on the floor and his lip is #actually trembling and Steve is like alright lets go baby lets see nature and Eddie does not want to because he is sad #so instead they sit outside for a while slowly working their way to maybe going on a walk #I forget to take myself on walks all the time and then ill go stir-crazy and not connect the dots for way too long #it's time blindness and hyper focus- absolutely not understanding you haven't seen the outside in four days and that that's kinda bad #and I am putting that shit on eddie okay #Dels steddie thoughts #my post #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie headcanon #steddie ficlet

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I wrote this in September and it’s been collecting dust in my docs and staring back at me with judgement whenever I post or write something else so here 

“Steve” a familiar voice shouts across the room.

Steve turns around, and there, on the other side of the crowded room is Tommy. It really shouldn’t be as big of a shock to see him as it is. Steve is at a house party on a Friday night, it would have been weirder if Tommy wasn’t here. But still, that doesn’t mean he’s prepared to see him, they basically haven’t talked in three years, ever since Steve ‘chose’ Nancy over him and Carol (aka finally dropped them because they were horrible and didn’t drop Nancy because she isn’t). 

Still, he plasters on a smile, making it as polite as he can, and waves. Hopes it will be enough but of course, it isn’t. Tommy starts weaving through people, pushing and elbowing his way toward Steve.

“Its been ages,” he says clapping his hand on Steve’s shoulder, “how have you been man.”

Steve resists the urge to shrug his hand off, but it’s a close thing. 

“It has.” Steve doesn’t add ‘because you’re an asshole and I hate who I am around you’ and he feels very mature for it. “I’m good.” He very deliberately does not ask Tommy how he’s been. 

“Me too, me too.” He responds anyways, at least he finally removes his hand from Steve’s shoulder which makes him relax marginally. “Still dating Nancy?” 

And, okay yeah, he and Tommy haven’t really spoken since he and Nancy were still together but Hawkins is a small town and he’s sure Tommy knows that Nancy had both broken up with Steve, gone on to date Jonathan for two years, and recently broken up with him as well. Actually, he thinks he remembers a shower conversation with Billy just days after she dumped him and went off to Murray with Jonathan, a conversation that Tommy was also present for.

“No, we broke up years ago.” He dutifully replies anyways, because what else can he say? 

“Yeah, heard she dumped you?” 

Steve is gonna remain calm, play along in whatever game Tommy is playing, and not react. 

“She did,” he agrees easily.

“And got with Jonathan right after? Should have listened to us and stayed away.” He grins as he speaks, grins as if Steve is gonna agree with him. 

“We’re still friends,” Steve shrugs, letting the fall of Tommy’s smile bring one to his own lips.

“Was for the best that we broke up, we’re much better as friends.” 

Tommy squints a bit, his hackles raising and Steve only notices because he once knew him so well. Why he’s still getting defensive talking about Nancy Steve doesn’t know.

“Oh Stevie, you still hung up on her huh?” 

It’s deliberate, he’s trying to press Steve’s buttons. ‘Well, tough Tommy-boy.’ Steve thinks, ‘those ones don’t work anymore, have been defunct for ages. You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want a reaction.’ 

“Nah,” he says, lets his smile be a bit more genuine when he continues, “she’s great but I’m dating someone else.” 

“Rebound?” Tommy whistles, “she hot?” 

Why Tommy is convinced Steve is still pining after Nancy he can’t say, or maybe it’s the only angle he has on Steve nowadays? Except they basically lived in each other's pockets all through high school and if Tommy really wants to get under Steve’s skin there are other things, better things. Things he has used against Steve before and seen the effect of. Why he isn’t he using them now when he clearly has some agenda Steve can’t say.

Steve is about to respond, has his mouth open and ready to speak when someone calls his name again. Thankfully this time the source is a lot more pleasant. 

Tommy turns around to see who it is, completely exposing his back to Steve. It’s probably the last few years of fighting hell monsters that has ingrained a distrust in Steve. Making him hyper-aware of his surroundings and never willing to leave his back open like this to people he doesn’t trust. He knows this but still, he thinks there should be some primal instinct in Tommy to stop him from making himself so vulnerable to Steve, the action speaks of leftover trust that Steve isn’t ready to face. 

“Munson? You know Munson?” He turns back around, an incredulous look on his face.

It snaps Steve out of his thoughts and reminds him Eddie had called for him. He leans to the side, stretching out so he’s visible behind Tommy, catching Eddie’s eye and waving him over.

“I do, yeah.”

Tommy’s face twists into something Steve can’t immediately place. He recognizes it, knows he’s seen Tommy make that face before. It’s not disgust or confusion but maybe something in between? Before he can figure it out it clears.

“Oh, King Steve getting drugs? Who would have thought?” 

Steve rolls his eyes, the only reason he had stopped smoking weed for a while in high school was because athletes got tested. Why Tommy is pretending Steve ever had some moral issue with it now is beyond him but not much of this interaction has made sense to him so far so what’s one more thing?

“What Steve doing drugs? He’s a very responsible young man and would never” Eddie says, twisting past the last couple of people.

“Right Stevie? You wouldn’t touch the stuff?” Eddie–knowing very well that Steve would in fact ‘touch the stuff’–asks. 

“Not with a ten-foot pole.” Steve–who smoked yesterday–deadpans. 

“Knew I could trust in you to stay a good boy.” Eddie coos as he steps into Steve's space and kisses him despite where they are. It’s quick enough that no one who isn’t watching would catch it though and the only one who is watching is Tommy. When Steve looks back at him his face slack with shock. 

“Hagan,” Eddie says with a short nod. 

“You-?” Tommy looks between them, that same look as before flashing on his face, still just out of Steve’s grasp.

Steve contemplates what he should do for a second but Tommy already saw them kiss, already knows. And honestly, Steve doesn’t really care what he thinks and he knows Tommy won't say anything. Steve has too much dirt on him.

“Oh sorry, Tommy this is my boyfriend.” His voice is deceptively sweet as he introduces Eddie as if that’s what Tommy had been getting at.

Steve turns to Eddie, “baby, you know who Tommy is right?” 

He’s laying it on thick, asks despite Eddie greeting him by name two seconds ago. Knows others' unabashed confidence and being on the outside are things Tommy can’t handle.

“I think so,” Eddie plays along, “you were friends once right? Before you found better people?” 

It’s mean but Steve wouldn't have thought too much of it if it weren’t for the wounded noise Tommy makes. When Steve looks at him again his face is cracked open and it finally clicks what that expression is.

“Aw, you jealous?” Eddie says in a mocking tone, hitting the nail on the head because that’s exactly what that expression is, jealousy. 

It’s the same look he had whenever Steve told him about a new girl, the look he’d have when Steve started bringing Nancy around. It’s deeper though, not only jealousy. He also looks like he did when Steve told him and Carol to leave him alone. He doesn’t just look jealous, Tommy looks heartbroken. 

He tries to pull it together, scrunching his nose up in disdain, and scowls at them. Quickly looks away from Steve when their eyes catch and his mask falls a bit, instead focusing on Eddie who raises one eyebrow in response. 

“Hardly,” he scoffs, it comes out strained, “I would love to stay and chat but-” 

He doesn’t elaborate, just turns on his heel and disappears into the crowd.

Steve is frozen to the spot, a war going on in his head. Puzzle pieces he didn’t know were missing falling into place.

“Come on, let's get out of here.” Eddie grabs Steve’s wrist and starts pulling him outside, away from the party. He gets them in his car and doesn’t try to speak to Steve, probably sensing he’s having some earth-shattering realizations right now. 

“He liked me,” he finally manages to say. “That’s why he hated Nancy so much. He was...” he trails off, knows it’s true but can’t quite say it.

“Jealous,” Eddie finishes softly.

“You knew?” Steve asks because Eddie doesn’t sound or look surprised at all.

He shrugs, “I had my suspicions.”

“But how-”

“We looked at you the same,” his smile is wry, self-deprecating, “I recognized it.”

And Steve can’t really process this right now even though he knows it’s true so he grasps at straws, “Carol, he was with Carol?”

Eddie reaches out one arm and cups his face in his hand, glances at him quickly before he looks back at the road with a sad smile.

“If you’re in love with your best friend, your male best friend who you believe is straight, you do what you need to do to push it down, to hide it. Especially in high school and in a small town.”

“In love?” Steve rasps because he’d said ‘like’.

“Yeah, sweetheart. In love.”

Eddie brushes his fingers under Steve’s eye and he realizes it’s because he’s crying.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I don’t know why I'm reacting like this.” 

And it’s true, he really doesn’t understand why it feels like a big hole has opened in him. He never liked Tommy, not like that, yet it feels like he’s lost something, fucked something up.

“He used to be your best friend, it’s a big thing to realize.” Eddie parks outside of his trailer, turns to Steve making no move to get out of the car. “Kind of changes everything, or at least puts it in a new context, explains some things.”

Steve feels the blood drain from his face because he’s suddenly remembered something and oh god does it put it in a new fucking context.

“Baby?” Eddie asks when Steve sits frozen again.

“We used to get wasted and make out,” he whispers the words, shame coursing through his veins.

Eddie goes still and Steve rushes the explain.

“Not often and not after he got with Carol, just,” he takes a shallow breath, “It happened a few times. We’d steal my dad's whiskey and get so beyond drunk and, well, kiss a lot.” 

He’d smile at the memory if he wasn’t so horrified by it at the moment. 

“The first time Tommy had never kissed anyone, asked me to teach him so he wouldn’t fuck it up when it mattered. Then after that it just kind of continued to happen. We’d get drunk, make out, and pretend like nothing. It stopped when he started seeing Carol, he tried but I stopped him. Told him he didn’t need to practice now when he had the real deal. We never talked about or even mentioned it.”

Steve sees Eddie’s arms shake and when he looks up he sees Eddie holding back laughter, eyes filled with barely concealed amusement.

“Are you laughing right now?”

Eddie stops holding back, letting the laughter burst out of him and Steve is so confused because he thought Eddie would be mad at him. He’s not sure why, it’s just that this has been such a deeply buried secret wrapped in shame for years with a big ‘do not talk or even think about it’ sign placed in front of it. That it would be met with laughter was never a possibility.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps through it, “It’s just such a cliche.”

Steve’s confused face only makes Eddie laugh harder. When he calms down he takes Steve's face in both his hands holding him firmly and looking him in the eyes.

“Steve, baby, sweetheart. Tommy used the oldest trick in the book on you, asking you to teach him how to kiss and you did it multiple times because what? he needed practice? That’s the flimsiest excuse to gay kiss your best friend and it’s also fucking done, it’s a cliche.”

Steve blinks, realizes that while he never had feelings for Tommy he had definitely found him attractive, had enjoyed kissing him. Had very deliberately not thought too deeply about his or Tommy's motives because that would have made it something he would have had to face.

“Oh,” he says.

Eddie smiles, wide and warm, “yeah, oh.”

“You don’t think I used him?” Steve has to ask, “if he had feelings for me and I didn’t have any for him.”

“No,” Eddie says, “not more than he did you. And you were kids, just messing around and trying to figure yourselves out in a not-very-accommodating world.”

Eddie squints a bit in thought, “though he probably thought you were more on the same page, that you could continue even though he was with Carol. Must have stung to be rejected.”

Steve snorts, “wasn’t really interested in helping anyone cheat, even under all the pretenses.”

“I know.” 

Eddie's eyes are soft, looking at him with so much warmth that Steve momentarily forgets what they were talking about until Eddie's mouth twists into a sly grin.

“I can’t believe your first gay experience was with Tommy fucking Hagan.”

Steve gives him an unimpressed look, “at least I didn’t come in my pants ten seconds in, like some people I know.”

Eddie draws back, clutching his chest with his hands, “harsh words, love. It was at least a minute.”

#the amount of times i used the word realize- Steve in this and kylie jenner in 2016 #🤝 realizing so much #listen Tommy being in love with Steve and them kissing as teenager just takes up such a specific part of my brain always #like look at them- they would okay #don't ask me what this is beyond that #Steve and Eddie are assholes together b #but only (mostly) when it's deserved #Dels steddie thoughts #My writing #my post #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #tommy hagan

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@steddie-week day 1: Hunger | 1.1k words cw: light angst in that Steve is a little sad/dealing with some mental stuff but like hurt/comfort (not EDs which mental stuff combined with the prompt word might make it seem like, hunger is used as a metaphor)

Sometimes Steve doesn’t talk to anyone for days. He just shuts himself in his room and hides, barely leaves his bed. Pretends he doesn’t exist, or that time has stopped and he’s the only thing that exists.

Sometimes, he’ll go back too soon, feel bad for the ignored calls and drag himself out of bed to see the people who matter most to him. But it won’t feel warm and soft those times. He’ll be too raw and It’ll feel like they’re grabbing his insides and eating them. Pulling his heart and brain out of his body and devouring them without letting him eat theirs in return. 

Usually, he’s okay with that. He knows his place, he knows that’s what he’s for. For other people to get fed. And he’s happy to feed, to do that for them. 

He loves them, of course he’s gonna give himself over. It’s just that sometimes they take too much. They don’t know they do he thinks, they don’t know they’re eating him alive. That he’s presenting himself on a silver platter and letting them take take take, and that sometimes they take too much.

That’s why he disappears, so he can grow back. So he can give more. Because if he stops giving he's afraid they’ll get tired. He won’t be useful, he can’t give when he’s like that. He starts craving, he starts wanting. He feels starved and wants to take and feed too, and that’s not part of the deal. He’s not supposed to eat, he’s supposed to be eaten. So when he turns hungry and ravenous he hides, he isolates. 

Robin is the only one who truly gets this about him, who doesn’t take and demand. She gently accepts the things he gives and never without giving too, forcing him to stay whole. It’s overwhelming and sometimes he has to hide from that too, he doesn’t know how to deal with the force of it. He’s so used to the constant hunger it’s a shock when it’s gone but he’s gotten better. And anyway, he and Robin are part of one whole so whatever is given or taken between them is never really gone. It stays with both of them.

Robin is the only one, or she was the only one he should say. Because now there’s Eddie. Eddie who gives and gives and gives, almost as much as he does. But who doesn’t seem to dwindle and dim like Steve does. Who doesn’t seem to starve or hunger. Eddie who notices when Steve does, when he stumbles and gets greedy. Who holds him up and makes him whole with a look, a touch, a word. 

Eddie who breaks in through his window when he shuts himself in his big empty house and lays with him in his bed, softly telling Steve stories and running his fingers through his hair. 

It’s wonderful.

It's the worst. 

“I’m afraid you’re gonna end up as empty as me,” Steve tells him, whispers it into the dark. “That you’re here now and you’re giving and I’m taking and you’re gonna be the one left with nothing.” 

Eddie doesn’t respond immediately but hums in acknowledgment, lets him know he heard and is thinking. 

“This is good for me too,” he says eventually, “being with you and resting. Getting to be here for you when you never used to let anyone but Robin be. It’s good for me too.” 

“It can be good and still drain you.” Says Steve, knows it to be true. He doesn’t resent giving the way he does, he loves it, it’s good. It drains him. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, “this doesn’t drain me, you’re comforting me too. It’s balanced.” 

Balanced. That’s what Robin tells him too. That’s what Nancy sometimes asked him for when they dated and he couldn’t let her see the cracks. That’s what he wonders about with his other friends. 

He doesn’t usually know how to do that. He doesn’t know where the lines are. He doesn’t understand how Eddie knows. 

“You let me give, and I let you give, so it’s balanced. We don’t take from each other, we gift and we receive. It’s balanced. You have to let other people give sometimes too, Steve.” 

It hits something deep in him, the last words. He knows this, he doesn’t want to know it. 

“I’m afraid they won’t. if I open myself up to it. If I ask, I’m afraid they won’t.” He says it so quietly it’s almost inaudible but Eddie hears. 

His hands still in Steve’s hair for a moment before moving again, gently scratching his scalp. 

“I know baby. But that’s not fair, they want to give too. If they knew how much they took without giving back they’d be heartbroken. It’s not fair to you or them.” 

Steve lets Eddies words wash over him, he knows he’s right. They’d be nauseous with it. His sweet wonderful friends and family would be crushed.

“Sometimes it will happen, maybe,” Eddie continues when Steve doesn’t respond beyond a sharp breath in. “Sometimes people won’t know how to give after only getting but you gotta let them try. Sometimes they’ll learn and adjust, sometimes they won’t and you’ll have to deal with that. But you can’t starve yourself like this because you won’t let them try.” 

"What if I take too much?"

"Then they talk to you, like you should talk to them."

“When did you get so wise,” Steve snorts, his voice is tight but he makes the effort, tries to lighten the mood. Deflects, like he always does. 

Eddie lets him, a little, knows Steve has to. But he’s still serious when he answers.

“Wayne is like a never-ending well of insight and digging around in everything, never lets me get away with shit.” 

The opposite of Steve’s parents who were the first to take from him and never give, never look into his eyes and tell him to eat. 

“He’s a good guy,” Steve tells Eddie instead of weighing him down more than he already has. Instead of acknowledging and relieving the hunger pang that strikes him at the thought. Even now, here, he doesn’t know how. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “I’m here to relay his wisdom, like playing telephone with whatever stuff he teaches me. The things your parents took away from you.”

Eddie still knows, of course, he does. He always knows.

“And what do you get?” Steve has to ask.

“I get you. I get everything.”

Steve smiles, turns around to kiss Eddie. He doesn’t feel empty when Eddie kisses him back, hungry. When he takes and devours. 

#i didn't think i was gonna be able to do steddie week becuase it crept up on me and i haven't kept up #and i wasn't gonna post this but like i wrote this in like 40 minutes in a haze and then went on tumblr and saw one of the #prompts for day 1 was hunger and i had literally just written this thing where i used hunger as a metaphor so i went back and reread it #and did some edits and now im posting it #which well i usually stick to humor in my writing so this is always scary but here we are #this is so different from what i usually post but this is also representative of like 70% of my notes app i just dont share #this kind of writing but fuck it i guess #my writing #dels steddie thoughts #steddieweek2023 #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie week

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Eddie does become quite famous for his music and that means he sometimes has to go to these mind numbing events where people will sneer at him until they recognize who he is, then they’ll suddenly pretend they’re old friends, they’ll ask for concert tickets and backstage passes

he mostly hates them but whenever Steve is able to come he’s so god damn excited. Steve’s parents used to drag him along to their business events and even though it’s different industries it’s all the same. Steve knows these crowds, he grew up with them and they bring out the bitchiest upper middle class version of him, a Steve who has passive aggression and faux politeness down to an art

Eddie will watch on in delighted awe as his husband, all while smiling mildly and sipping wine, destroys people. just cuts into them and also making everything sound nice, innocuous. Most of them don’t even realize it’s happening they just suddenly find themselves gaping, searching for words, as they’re backed into a corner

and Steve will look at them, tilt his head and wait them out, but before they get the chance to backtrack he’ll hum, shrug and walk away, Eddie on his heel asking if he wants to get out of there, like right now? or maybe find a bathroom?

#bitchy Steve using all that upper middle class bullshit to tear assholes down is so close to my heart #his mom didn’t teach him a lot but by god did she teach him how to be passive aggressive and absolutely ruin someone without them clocking #it until it’s too late #Eddie who had several awakenings in high school about mean girl Steve loves #it so so much #and Steve will be embarrassed and apologize like ‘sorry idk what happened’ and Eddie is like ‘all my wet dreams babe’ #and Steve will roll his eyes but he loves that Eddie likes this part of him bc he gets insecure about being too king Steve-y #but this is like only yo people who deserves it #he doesn’t just run rampant bitching at people oh no he’ll hear or so something #he’ll even hold back and give them a chance to prove him wrong but they rarely do #that’s when he starts all honey voiced to ruin them and Eddie through it all is full on heart eyes #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my post #dels steddie thoughts

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okay well I’m hearing you all loud and clear about this and will go write my smut, for now though have a very short snippet of the hand holding one (I’ve posted an even shorter bit before if you recognize it)

mild nsfw under the cut:

And it’s such a mistake, Eddie thinks as Steve pushes him down into his bed and intertwines their hands. Fucks into him slowly and deeply. Has Eddie gasping and grasping for him, holding on tighter. Has him seeing stars.

It’s such a mistake because Steve Harrington doesn’t make it quick and dirty, he doesn’t push Eddie’s face away and into the pillows to chase his own pleasure.

No, Steve makes love and Eddie can’t.

He can’t.

But, oh god he is.

He’s meeting every thrust, urging Steve deeper, deeper, deeper. Holds onto his hands like a lifeline and he’s so gone and he never stood a chance.

#there will be more smutty smut and stuff and just yeah this fic I’m unsure of some of it and what to do but absolutely certain about the #smut and Steve and Eddie’s feelings about it and why they do it and yeah that I know what I’m doing with #but I guess I’ll have to go write and figure out more #actually I’d forgotten how excited I was about this #my writing #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dels steddie thoughts