#just like a very small hint of steddie

[kate-komics]

Eddie the Unforgiven

Eddie the Unforgiven. (ya know, like the Metallica song...)

Sorry, y’all know I had to make a sad comic about our new sweetheart.

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Pirate/Mermaid Steddie One

There is way more mermaid culture world-building than I intended, but that's the fun part lmao

This part discusses injuries, has a mention of mutilation in passing, and involves stitching up a large wound. Nothing is graphic, but there are some descriptions of pain

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future parts!

As always, if you see any typos no you didn't

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There were a few things Eddie expected from this raid. Gold, of course. Supplies like food, obviously. Some new weapons, surely.

A fucking mermaid? Nowhere near that list of expected things.

And yet, here he stands in the doorway of the raided ship captain's cabin, caught in a staring contest with a merman that's definitely seen better days.

He's stuck in a tiny wooden tub, his tail forced against his chest as the rest of it flops over the edge and trails the floor. His blue-and-green with inexplicable hints of orange scales are dull, too dull, and Eddie is trying really hard to control the sheer rage he feels at the jagged cut that drags down the middle of the tail and through the fin at the bottom. The edges of the wound have crusted over, but it still looks painful, and Eddie knows it was meant to keep the merman from using his tail to escape.

Eddie takes a step into the cabin, ready to just scoop the merman up and take him back to his ship. But he stops when the merman tenses, his entire body somehow becoming more rigid. His hands on the edge of the tub tighten, his sharp nails digging into the slowly rotting wood. He's staring at Eddie like he's some new threat, which seriously is not gonna help with the whole "take the gorgeous merman with incredible hair and alluring brown eyes back to his ship and nurse him back to health" thing.

Eddie freezes and holds his hands up. "Sorry," he says, keeping his voice low and soothing. The merman doesn't relax much, but his nails are no longer digging into the wood. Eddie figures that's a tiny win.

"I'm Captain Eddie of the Corroded Coffin. We didn't expect to find you here, sweetheart."

The nickname just slips out, an unthinking attempt to butter the merman up and an admission of his own thoughts. The merman's eyes narrow, slowly looking Eddie over as though sizing him up.

Eddie lets him, perfectly content with standing still if it means the merman will give him even one iota more of his trust. "That doesn't look very comfortable," he says, nodding to the tub. "Would you like some help?"

The merman relaxes a little more, and Eddie has no clue what he did to cause that. Before he can think too much about it, the merman points to a dresser on the other side of the room, looking at Eddie expectantly.

"You want something from there?"

The merman nods, which tells Eddie he at least understands human language. That doesn't give him any idea if the merman can speak it, though.

He walks over to the dresser and looks at the merman, pointing to each drawer in turn until the merman nods. The fourth drawer is, apparently, the correct one. When Eddie opens it, he finds a small treasure trove. It must be a collection of trophies from the ship captain's previous raids.

A quick glance reveals a gold crown with rubies, several diamond rings, a few silver bracelets with various gemstones along the bands, and a pearl and seashell necklace thrown on top. Eddie knows the merman probably wants that necklace most, but he can't help thinking of a rumor that mermaids like shiny things.

The drawer is full of shiny things.

He hesitates for less than a second before pulling out the entire drawer itself and turning around. "I'm not sure what you want from here," he lies, smiling apologetically at the merman. "Can I come close enough to show you?"

The merman stares at him before slowly nodding once, suspicion practically radiating off of him. Eddie flashes a more genuine smile and slowly approaches, giving the merman enough time to reject his presence. When he's a few steps away, Eddie crouches and tilts the drawer so the merman can see what's inside.

Immediately, the merman reaches out and snatches the pearl and seashell necklace. The gills on the side of his neck flutter slightly as he puts it on, and Eddie wonders if that's a sign of relief. "Was that everything you wanted?" he asks.

The merman glances at him, one hand still lingering on the necklace. He glances down at the drawer again, seeming to argue with himself before reaching out and removing the crown and every bracelet. He carefully slips the bracelets on and clutches the crown in his hands.

"Anything else?" Eddie asks, his tone indulgent. It must be reassuring, though, because the merman looks at him with curiosity more than anything else. It's like he's trying to figure out what he can get away with.

A few seconds pass before the merman glances down at the drawer. His gaze lingers at the edges, and Eddie starts to wonder what could possibly be there when the merman points at one of his rings.

Eddie blinks, following the merman's finger to a chunky ring. It's shaped like a bat with emeralds for eyes and diamonds for teeth. It's one of Eddie's favorites; he found it on his first raid, took it right off the captain's hand himself. Nobody has ever dared ask to touch it, let alone have it.

Without a second thought, Eddie puts the drawer down, slips the ring off his finger, and offers it to the merman. It sits in the palm of his hand, meaning they'd have to touch if the merman really wants it that badly.

Slowly, the merman reaches for the ring, his nails tickling against Eddie's palm as he takes it. From the light brush against Eddie's fingers, the merman's skin is cool, exactly like jumping into the ocean on a hot day.

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Steve is a firm believer in the power of small comforts, especially as it relates to the growth of his guppies. Dustin has long outgrown his baby tail belt, but he still wraps it around his wrist every morning. El and Will no longer need the seaweed and coral dolls Steve made for them when they were barely able to swim a straight line, but they still tuck them in every night.

So, when the human (Eddie, Steve reminds himself) offers up a drawer filled with shiny jewelry, Steve doesn't hold himself back. The bracelets make him feel grounded, the crown gives him something to clutch without the risk of breaking it, and the ring...

Well, the ring was more to see if Eddie's actions would match his tone. And because Steve thought it was fascinatingly grotesque. What kind of creature would have wings without feathers? Sure, the gulls he sometimes sees near the surface are confusing, but the ring depicts something even further beyond his imagination. What's up with the sharp teeth? Why must the eyes be green? Does it know it's a freak of nature?

Anyway, the jewelry helps. Steve uses it to distract himself from the sheer agony screaming from his tail when Eddie lifts him out of the cramped tub. He thinks about which bracelet he'll give to which guppy (Robin will get the crown) when the edges of his tailfin graze against Eddie's legs as he confidently walks across a plank connecting the two ships. He closely studies the featherless wings on the ring to avoid thinking about what's to come when Eddie sets him down on a large, surprisingly comfortable bed in another private cabin and starts gathering a needle and thread.

There's not much left to distract him when Eddie kneels next to the bed and looks up at him, his eyes reminding Steve of his guppies when they've done something bad and need him to clean up the mess.

"This is gonna hurt," Eddie tells him, his voice soft and gentle and full of regret as he grabs a bottle from the table next to the bed.

The liquid inside is clear, and Steve would think it was water if his nose hadn't been hit with such an astringent scent when Eddie opened it. Before he can fully process the smell, Eddie tips the bottle and pours the liquid onto Steve's tail.

An involuntary screech rips out of his throat, a burning sensation clawing along the cut and making his scales buzz. Without thinking, Steve grabs Eddie's wrist and yanks it away, his lips pulled back in a snarl that reveals sharp teeth. Despite the physical pain, Steve thinks the worst part is that he let himself get distracted by small comforts and warm brown eyes and Eddie's soft voice.

He should know better.

"Shit," Eddie mutters, quickly dropping the now-empty bottle to the floor. It cracks but doesn't break, and he looks up at Steve. "I should've explained that better. Holy fuck, I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I had to clean it. If I sewed it up without doing so, it might get infected."

Steve narrows his eyes, his grip tightening briefly as he studies Eddie's face. He seems genuinely apologetic, and Steve understands his intentions once he's processed Eddie's words. Steve had to do something similar when Mike and Lucas bothered a shark too much. Their wounds weren't nearly as bad as Steve's, but they'd still cried and shouted when Steve and Robin had to pull teeth and bits of coral out of their wounds before wrapping them in seaweed.

"I'm done with that part, though," Eddie says, his voice practically desperate for Steve to understand. "You can squeeze my shoulder or something while I sew it up."

A few seconds pass before Steve nods once, slowly letting go of Eddie's wrist. As Eddie starts threading the needle, Steve places his hand on his shoulder, bracing himself for the upcoming pain by squeezing the crown in his other hand.

Eddie takes a deep breath as he glances up at Steve. He licks his lips, looking back at the top of the cut. "Okay, I'm starting now," he says, waiting long enough to see Steve nod before starting the first stitch.

The alcohol hurt. The stitching is a fucking bitch. But, honestly, none of it is as bad as when that first disgusting human dragged a dagger through Steve's tail. He still hisses, gripping Eddie's shoulder tighter and unable to stop his nails from digging into his skin. Despite how it must hurt, Eddie doesn't flinch, and Steve feels a little better.

"You know," Eddie says, mostly focused on keeping his hand steady and his stitches even, "I wish I knew your name. I can't keep calling you sweetheart."

He could. Steve wouldn't mind it. But he also knows it isn't entirely fair that Eddie doesn't know he can speak. They'll need to be able to talk, Steve thinks, if they're going to be around each other for a while longer.

And Eddie has been kind enough that Steve wouldn't mind being around him for however long it takes his tail to heal.

"Steve," he says.

To his credit, Eddie doesn't drop the needle. He does tense for a moment, his hand pausing as he looks up. "What?" he asks.

"My name. It's Steve."

"You can talk."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Eddie hums, looking back at the cut as he starts stitching again. "You didn't say anything before," Eddie says.

"The last human who saw me mutilated my tail," Steve replies.

"Fair. Is, uh, is your name really Steve?"

"That's the closest translation to your language."

"What's your name in your language?"

Steve hesitates for a moment before clearing his throat. He feels his gills flutter, trying to create the bubble pattern that accompanies his name as he lets out a rhythmic series of squeaks and clicks with a short hiss at the end.

A few seconds pass after he's done. And then Eddie nods once and says, "Steve it is. How'd you get caught, Stevie?"

Ignoring the slight urge to point out that Eddie said his name wrong, Steve frowns slightly. "One of my guppies got caught in that ship's net. I got them out but was caught myself."

"One of your...guppies?"

"Yes. You would call them...children, I think?"

Eddie has nearly reached the middle of Steve's tail by now, and his hand falters once more. "Children? Aren't you...a little young?"

Steve bristles, glaring at Eddie. He's heard that same question plenty of times from members of other pods before, and he's tired of it. "What does it matter if they are happy and healthy?" he asks.

"Sorry," Eddie whispers, glancing up at Steve. There's something he can't quite read in Eddie's eyes. "Do you raise them alone?"

"What? No, of course not. My partner, Robin, raises them with me. We have seven guppies, with an eighth on the way."

"An eighth?!" Eddie asks, sounding strained as he pauses his stitching once more to look up at Steve. "Shit, man, shouldn't you give Robin a break?"

Steve blinks, tilting his head slightly. "Why would she need a break?" he asks.

"She's already popped out seven!"

Suddenly, Steve realizes what the disconnect is. He blinks once more and dissolves into laughter. "Oh!" he says, the exclamation broken by a giggle as he tries to calm himself down. "No, no, she is my partner, not my mate. Besides, she doesn't even like mermen."

Eddie seems to relax at Steve's explanation, his shoulders dropping and his voice significantly lighter as he starts stitching again and says, "Oh, I see. Then whose kids are they?"

"Technically, they belong to the pod," Steve explains, gritting his teeth as Eddie reaches the tailfin. He feels warm all over, his nerves jumping and his scales feeling half-ready to just fall off. "Each pod has at least two caretakers. Mates have a guppy and let caretakers raise them while they focus on their own roles within the pod."

"Do you like being a caretaker?"

"Yeah," Steve says, managing a shaky smile despite the tugging on his tailfin and Eddie's fingers pressing against his scales. "They're my guppies. I'd drain the oceans for them."

"And, uh, what about your mate? Do they mind you being so...devoted to the guppies?"

It's not at all subtle, but Steve finds it oddly endearing nonetheless. He slowly exhales, forcing himself to loosen his grip on Eddie's shoulder. "I don't have one."

Just like before, Eddie seems to relax some at the answer. He also finishes stitching, tying off the thread with a secure knot before carefully cutting away the excess. "Well, uh, we'll get you healed up and back to your guppies as soon as possible," he says, looking up at Steve.

"It needs to be wrapped in kelp. And, uh, I'll need a tub. You know, with seawater."

Eddie nods along, flashing a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, Stevie, I'll get you anything you want," he promises.

"Anything?" Steve asks, leaning forward some as he tilts his head.

"I already gave you my favorite ring, sweetheart."

Steve glances down at said ring, wondering what about it could possibly make it Eddie's favorite. He can't immediately figure it out, but that doesn't change the sweet warmth and anticipation for the time he'll spend with Eddie that he suddenly feels.

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[its-steddie-time]

Imagine an a/b/o + soulmates Steddie AU where your presentation isn’t based on anatomy. 

Steve and Eddie are both enby omegas who grow up really differently. Steve thinks he’ll be an Alpha, Eddie is unsure of himself. They’re strangers. 

One day Eddie finds a jacket in the lost and found. All he knows is that the jacket smells like home. It’s this comforting combination of sweet vanilla, bitter cocoa, burning wood, and a hint of chlorine—like hugging someone who was just in a pool. 

He takes the jacket, unable to put it back. Figures nobody will notice anyway. He stuffs it into his backpack. Once he’s home and alone, the jacket starts to smell like other things—it smells like sex.

Eddie has never had sex but he feels it in his stomach, the feeling of wanting, craving, sharing spit. The image of tangled bodies covered in sweat.

He’s hard before he even registers it’s happening. 

He puts the jacket on, stretches out on his bed and shoves a shaky hand down his pants. It doesn’t take long before he cums with a soft whine. 

Then the homey smell is back. It reminds him to take care of himself. He drinks a glass of water, takes a thorough shower, and listens to some music. He feels calm for the first time in a while. 

The next day, he goes to school with the jacket in his backpack. He waits until after school to put it on, sitting underneath the bleachers to smoke. Suddenly he hears footsteps and then a very disgruntled Steve Harrington is standing above him, arms crossed. 

Eddie feels small, looking up at him, taking a drag of his cigarette, and letting the smoke out slowly. He watches Steve track his movements.

Steve’s tone is biting and unfriendly when he speaks. “Hey Munson, what the fuck are you doing with my jacket?”

Eddie stands up, stammers out something along the lines of “It was in the lost and found, I didn’t mean to,” and tosses the jacket back to Steve. 

—

Steve takes the jacket from Eddie and is hit with a wave of unfamiliar scents—smoke and rain soaked pavement, black coffee, dry leaves and earthy soil. Steve knows this must be what Eddie smells like. But what’s worse is that he likes it. It’s heady and intense.

He stares at Eddie who is standing there awkwardly holding his cigarette. He looks flushed and his eyes are wide. Steve can tell he’s nervous, almost like he can smell it on his skin. 

He has the sudden urge to comfort Eddie, to wrap him in the jacket and hold him close.

Instead, he runs from him. He doesn’t stop until he’s home, only then realizing that he left his car at school. He has a vice grip on the jacket. All he can think of is the way Eddie looked wearing it. 

The way it fit him—slightly big but fuck he looked so cute.

He’s never said or even thought the words “cute” and “Eddie Munson” in the same sentence. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes. He’s rock hard, imagining Eddie in nothing but the jacket. He can practically hear the noises he would make, almost like a memory.

Steve locks himself in his room and climbs onto his bed. He’s never felt like this. So out of control and yet so confident in what he wants. 

He shoves the jacket between his legs, flipping over to grind down against the material and roll his hips into the bed. It doesn’t take long for him to cum, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from saying Eddie’s name out loud. 

He rolls onto his back, panting hard. His mouth tastes metallic. It’s blood, from how hard he bit himself. He doesn’t give a fuck about that.

Apparently, he does give a fuck about Eddie Munson. 

He thinks maybe it’s just a one time thing—pent up sexual frustration that he needed to release.

But deep down, he knows it isn’t. He can feel a slow but steady heat running through his veins. 

He can feel Eddie. 

Fuck.

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Part 1 of 2 inspired by this post

Steddie, onesided stommy, hint of a daddy kink (becomes full fledged in part 2)

Tommy had seen a lot in his life (not really) but he never thought he'd see anything like this. Steve. His Steve (he should've been his), on the arm of the Freak.

The word had spread. One last party. One last hurrah in the Harrington house before Steve left Hawkins. Tommy still didn't know where exactly he was going. Was going to ask tonight. He wasn't betting on Eddie Munson being here. The rumors had been flying for a while. Steve had fallen from grace and fallen hard. He was hanging with losers and freaks, the worst of all being Eddie.

But last Tommy heard, Steve wasn't involved with anyone. Seeing the way Eddie had his arm around Steve, that was clearly bad intel. Or maybe the small minded people of Hawkins just chose not to see. To Tommy though, they were quite obvious. Maybe no one was making a fuss because Steve would be gone soon.

The point remained, Eddie was the last person who should have his hands on Steve. Tommy kept his distance and didn't that feel strange. There was once a time when Tommy was there, right at the king's side.

The two of them moved from mingling in the crowd of young adults to sitting on the couch and Eddie still had his arm around him, playing with the short hairs at his neck and the few moments Steve wasn't looking at whoever was talking, he was gazing at Eddie like a god and Tommy couldn't take it anymore. He downed the rest of his beer and walked right on over, taking the empty spot on Steve's other side. He wasn't quite as close as Eddie but their knees were touching.

"Tommy, glad you could make it man", Steve spoke easily like there wasn't a murder suspect playing with his hair.

"I wouldn't miss this." He couldn't help the way his eyes glanced at Munson. He was met with a hard stare. Almost like his mind was being read.

"So what've you been up to?", Steve asked.

Tommy indulged him in the small talk, but he was hyperaware of every movement Munson made. Of the easy way he touched Steve. And the way Steve just let him. At some point Eddie's hand moved from his hair to squeeze between Steve's body and the couch and put his hand on his hip. Then Eddie's hand snuck under his shirt to rub circles on his hip and Tommy wanted to bite something.

"Eddie", Steve whispered to admonish him, but did nothing else to stop him.

And Eddie didn't. While Steve told Tommy about his plans to move to California, Eddie looked right into Tommy's eyes as he nuzzled into Steve's neck and then the teeth came out. That got Steve to tear his gaze away from Tommy and look to Eddie. Steve said something that too soft even for him to fully hear with other people in the house having conversations, but it looked close to Eddie's name again. A very conflicted part of Tommy thought he might've said 'daddy' instead.

"You know, I think it's me and Hagan's turn to catch up", Eddie said. For a moment, Eddie and Steve seemed to have a full discussion with only their eyes before Steve was sighing.

"Alright." Steve stood up and gave Tommy a very familiar look. The 'know your place' face. "Don't bite each other's dicks off while I'm gone."

"My teeth are properly sealed", Eddie grinned.

Once Steve left them, Tommy's interest also left but not quite his intrigue. Clearly, something was going on between them two. Tommy wished he could just call them fags and punch Eddie and be done with it. But he needed to know. He'd never seen Steve this way. He needed to know why.

"Sooo, you and Steve are...?"

"Bingo H", Eddie smirked like he had won, which he sort of did.

Tommy couldn't help the scowl on his face. "How? You actually turned him queer?"

"That's not the part your curious about though, is it?" Eddie leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees while looking him up and down. "Whatchu wanna know is how I can get him to melt like that."

"Steve was never like that with any of his girlfriends", Tommy said.

"Let's just say I have the magic touch."

"Munson, so help me god-"

"Okay, consider this a gift from me to you, since I'll be hightailin' it outta town soon. But Steve told me the moment he knew was when I pushed him up against a wall."

Tommy had a lot of questions. Why? When? And how could that work for Eddie when he had definitely pushed Steve around before. Especially before he officially cemented his place as king of Hawkins High.

"That can't be it. I pushed him once and he just told me to stop being a little bitch."

Eddie laughed so loud that Tommy regretted telling him. But this weird thing couldn't last forever. Steve was going to California. Maybe Tommy could visit him out there and-

"I think maybe the fact I had a broken bottle to his neck helped my situation."

"You threatened his life...and now he just lets you rub on him in public? You're both freaks."

"I just think Stevie knows a real man when he sees him."

Eddie winked and then got up off the couch to find Steve probably. Tommy wanted to find him first. At this point in the party he'd probably be in the kitchen, hovering over whatever snacks he'd put out. Somehow, Eddie had beat him there, and he had his arm around his shoulders while Steve chomped on some pretzels from a bowl.

They were whispering to each other and then they both looked at Tommy at the same time. Steve brushed by Tommy as he walked by.

"See you later", he whispered before going on his way.

Tommy had wanted to find Steve with the intention of propositioning him. He'd never been with a man, but he knew what Steve liked from his talking about the girls he'd fucked. And if he was humping anything that moved like Munson, why not him? Something must have remained in their past friendship for Steve to get all that just from a look.

What he didn't get was why Munson was still grinning at him.

"Hagan. Thomas. Tommy? Can I call you Tommy?", Eddie asked as he walked over to him.

"Just spit out whatever you gotta say." Because if Tommy was reading this right, Steve was heading up to his bedroom, waiting.

Eddie held his hands up in surrender. "Just wanted to offer you another lil parting gift."

"I'm not getting high tonight."

"Not on my stuff, you're not. I was thinkin' a different kinda buzz. One courtesy of me an' Steve." Eddie got close enough to where they were nearly toe to toe.

Tommy fought off the instinct to push him away and bashed his head into the fridge. What kind of gift could come from the two freaks of the evening? As annoyed and confused he was by all of this, he was also intrigued. Eddie could see that and went on.

"Steve wants to give you a show."

Tommy's eyes glanced up to where he knew Steve's room was and Eddie knew he had him. So he backed away and started making his way towards the stairs. Tommy went after him, leaving behind drunk teens and young adults and loud music while they went up the stairs.

Part 2

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steddie swapping soulmate au part 6

part 1 |[...]| part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | Ao3

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Walking the halls of highschool for the first time ever is more than a little intimidating.

Steve remembered the way his father had announced all and every single of his expectation before leaving.

the name Harrington means something around here and Steve has to remind everyone of it.

but those thoughts were easily out of the window by the idea of his soulmate.

just thinking of it was enough to make his heart beat fast, faster than any of the cars his father had shown him during the trips this summer.

and he might meet him just today

him

he remembered waking up, fifteen for barely a couple of day, in a new bed. in his soulmate's. in Eddie's.

relief, to find the proof of it, of him being meant for someone else, had soon left room for a frantic panic has he realised how he had turned into panic.

he was in a boy's body, and even though he did not mean to peek, his soulmate had gone to sleep in a lack of close that left almost nothing to the imagination.

except from a pair of boxer hiding the worst, he could see everything from shoulder length hair to very flat chest to a single pierced nipple that Steve had hurried to cover in the first shirt he found on the floor.

said floor had been covered in a frenzy of notebooks and clothes and a couple of papers crumbled and thrown in the vague direction of a trash can.

horror upon the view had taken hold of Steve's chest, hearing from here the screech his mother would let out of she ever found his own room in such a state before a startled laugh burst out of his lips.

it was so fucked up.

his father would kill him if he learnt his soulmate was another man.

but after a second, or a minute, of careful breath, Steve had stood up and went around the room, something reverent burning softly in his chest. his hands had followed the wood of the shelves, the spines of well loved books, caressed the glossy red of a stunning electric guitar.

it was scary.

it was exalting.

the idea of soulmate had always been a far away dream. no tangible reality to cling to. his parents relationship could be described as rocky at best and they always told everyone they were soulmates, the perfect couple written in the stars, god sent and blessed by the heavens.

(wait a couple of days of seeing him around before talking)

but they weren't exactly perfect.

they were screams and silences, evenings spent without a word, sharing a meal without warmth. they were wine bottles and glass full of bourbon. they were blank eyes upon harsh words. orders and expectation. they were not there.

the idea of a soulmate had always been a far away nightmare. something he wished so badly was different, would not happen to him, something binding him and someone else who would offer him nothing but quiet and loneliness.

but this room... it had been full of life. so unlike all his family had ever shown him.

it was like what his grandparents had tried to show little Steve once before they died and their memories faded in the past of a life that was not his anymore.

it was life and personality and a slight ordeal of chaos and, while Steve roamed the room, he slowly learned that, maybe, just a small and quiet maybe, this soulmate might not be so bad.

and he had learned about him, about Eddie. About this boy a year older than him, who lived with his uncle in a trailer park, who cooked and burned eggs when he was too preoccupied by his music but who, apparently, could make killer pancakes when he wanted. about the way he grew up, vaguely, hints here and there from Patricia, another soulmate, just as sweet as the smell of the cookies they had cooked, and much nicer than his own parents. once more.

maybe this all soulmate business is not as terrible as i thought, maybe the only terrible soulmates are my parents.

the voice was quickly shut down.

nonetheless, Steve had had the time of his life for a couple hours, using all the time he had to bath in the warmth of it all.

and the best part ? his soulmate lived in Hawkins.

So Steve walks down the halls of this new school, apprehention burning beneath his skin and the shimmer of excitment making everything glow a little bit brighter.

After all, not many soulmate can meet each other so soon. Wouldn't it be fantastic to actually learn from him, instead of through him?

Steve spends a few days trying to get a hold of the situation, understand the dynamics of the school and get a look at his soulmate.

He signs up in a few clubs, excited to see all the sports team he can join. He hangs around a couple of friends he had since childhood, the daughter of one of his dad's co-worker and the son of his mom's favorite neighbour.

Carol and Tommy. Carol was nice, a bit loud when she wanted attention and excited like never before to storm the world. Tommy had always been quieter, sticking to his friends and waiting for things to unfold. The three of them were close, years spent at each other's house, playing and fighting like children do, growing into gossiping and sharing secrets.

He did not yet told them about Eddie though.

Simply because Eddie is his to keep and his to know.

Soon, he thinks, i'll meet him soon.

At lunch this day, Steve sits between Carol and Tommy, a couple of older students across from them with smiles on their faces. The eldest Haggans, Richard, is senior and smile devishly at his brother when he annonces he joined the basketball team, laughing at his brother's expense when he explained he might try to get a scholarship this way. They all run in the same circles, even came several time at the Harrington's household when they organised parties for work.

In the corner of his eyes, he spies Eddie comming in the cafeteria alongside his friends. In the last week, he gleaned as many information about him as possible. He intends to see if he can talk to him after class during his club activities, perhaps even join it if he manages to find a way to hide it from his father.

He doesn't really understand the whole role playing business. Patricia had tried to tell him what she knew of it, which was not a lot. Things about magic and dragons and maths? somehow. Still, Steve became curious and couldn't wait to discover more about his soulmate.

Eddie's eyes slid on him across the room, before snorting at a joke from his friend. A bit of bread is thrown across the table, hitting one of the people on his cheek before they started bickering in midly wild gesture. He didn't glance at him a second time.

That is another strange thing about this situation.

Eddie had not come to him at all.

Steve has an excuse, except for his slight nervousness obviously. he barely knows the way to his classroom. Eddie on the other end, had all the time in the world to look for him.

But it was fine.

Steve remembers the way his head pounded when he came back to his room after swapping, to his body. Ideas and names might not be the clearest thing to remember.

All of it would certainly come back when, this afternoon, Steve would go to him.

It is with a sliht tremor in his hands and sweat dripping down his back that he makes his way toward the room in which the Hellfire club holds session. But the hope is stronger than the fear, the idea of someone taking care of him and being loved by him so important his heart swells and he steps forward, hand ready to knock.

the doors open by themselves, or rather by Eddie, who stands being them, arms wide open, towering over him with a hint of darkness behind his eyes.

"Well, would you look at that. A lost sheep." He announces with a booming voice, a sly grin on his lips. Steve can't tell whether it is directed at him or at his expense.

Nervousness creeps back, clinging at his shoulders and his cheeks tint lightly.

Behind Eddie, the rest of the club observes the scene with keen eyes, not saying anything. The table in the middle of the room is filled with papers, dice and small dolls? more like the things in the monopoly, thown across the board. They probably represent the characters, Steve realises.

"I, hum, I came to talk to you?" That sounded wrong. More like a question than an actual answer.

Shaking his head, Steve tries to stand a bit taller, straightning his back and looks at Eddie in the eyes. Big eyes, full of all the life he found in his room last time.

He shouldn't be scared. This is his soulmate. No use being nervous.

"And what would a Harrington want with little old me?"

Surprise hits Steve in the chest.

So he does know who I am?

Doubt starts to creep it's way into his brain.

"I wanted to join your club," he says, he glances behind his soulmate once more to look at who he thinks is the head of the club, trying to send a smile her way.

"And what club would that be?"

With a frown, Steve drags out his answer, "Hellfire," he reads of Eddie's shirt even if he knows it, showing the design with a finger and grin, hopping to take the strange tension in the air own a notch, "the dragons and dungeons club?"

Someone snorts in the room and Eddie's eyes darken slightly.

"Listen, we don't accept jocks here, everyone heard the loud statements you and your little friends are making by joining every sport club okay, and we don't accept the kind of people who hangs out with Richard fucking Haggan. This was a funny encounter, now move along."

His throat swells with telltale feeling of tears. Confusion and a strange pain course through his body. He takes a step back, frowning, trying to come up with something to understand why his soulmate, who clearly told him he recognised him, rejects him like that.

Did Steve do something?

"But, I wanted to-"

"Not interested," Eddie finishes.

The doors clap back right in his face, leaving him alone in the empty corridor, alone with the turmoil of feelings hacking at his heart and brain.

he swallows up tears before nodding vaguely.

well, that was just humiliating.

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i love angst :)

remember, both Eddie and Steve are years younger than what we see in the show. We meet Eddie when he is 20/21 yo in s4, and Steve is 17/18 in s1 and 19/20 in s4. Here they are -barely turned-15 for Steve and 16 for Eddie. I decided to change a few things about how they act compared to later.

hope you liked Steve POV

this chapter is longer than my usal!

(i started this fic during my holidays and i only had my phone to type on, this is on a computer, therefore, longer. And with probably with more typos)

#i think eddie started dming very fast #he had a calling for narration #and dramatics #if we're all being honest #so yeah #sophomore eddie is the dm #maybe not the sole one in the club but the main one #not head of the club tho #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #orionwritesthingies

[love-toxin]

grumpy, older steve and eddie??? how did you reach into my brain and find every one of my kinks. i would be insufferable, they’d get the sloppiest, gushiest, most toe-curling, head-

ok.....im going off.....OFF!!!

(cws: older!bully!steddie, innocent!f!angelface, age gap (20s-late 30s/40s), kinda cnc-ish, some very visceral descriptions of sex, an eensy hint of misogyny, throat training, oral/eiffel towering, boot humping, ball worship, semi-public sex, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, rimming, steve and eddie really wanna humiliate you.)

so older also equals wiser = therefore Steve and Eddie that have aged like sour wine are connoisseurs of messy, gushy sex. they like it gross and sloppy and real, want you gagging and drowning in their musk and ball sweat like the pretty little slut you are.

like, if you follow their lead and agree to a little romp out behind the diner, you're gonna be on your knees in the dirt and grass and absolutely getting ruined. it's not some quick, clean handy with your little college frat guys who think the filthiest sex includes nothing more than spit--that's laughable to Steve and Eddie. they'll make you work for it, taking turns rubbing their cocks against your face and letting you get a feel for their heft, the look in your eyes as your pupils dilate at the size of them just earning you a few chuckles. you're so sweet and innocent it's just unfair, but it's a treat for a couple of reformed bullies like them. makes it much more satisfying to break you into becoming the shameless gutter whore they know you could be.

before that treatment can go on too long, Eddie will pull your head in and press your mouth to his balls, sighing at the warm feeling and digging his fingers into your scalp when you start squirming. you're just not used to a man's scent, but you'll adjust to it--and would you look at that, you do! your hands brace on his prickly thighs but you eventually stop struggling, your eyes fluttering shut as you soak in the taste of his wrinkled flesh on your tongue. he'll turn you into a proper sperm warmer soon, but the tender way you lap at each one and your inexperience showing through just makes it even more endearing, especially when you peek up through half-lidded eyes to see his reactions, hoping that you're doing a good job as you suck one of them into your mouth and nearly choke on it.

"go on, Stevie, try her out. bet that throat feels nice and warm."

just when you think you're doing well, Eddie pulls you off and passes you to his friend, angling your head so you come face to face with Steve's cock--one that's so veiny and almost purplish with need, swinging between his legs like a monster as he doesn't even bother guiding it in, just grabs the back of your skull with both hands and pushes you towards it. he's experienced, knows the angle of his hips and tilts them so he slides right down your throat, and squeezes your head like it's just a melon in his huge hands when you slap his thigh in a panic. you can't breathe, he's taking up every inch of space inside you!

"oh, please. you'll learn. through the nose, you little prude."

it feels like it doesn't matter, when he pulls back to start fucking you you can only catch a puff of air in that small pocket of space, which only gets smaller and smaller as he pummels your throat and grows eager to chase that squeezing sensation as you gag and gasp around his shaft. Eddie takes away one of your hands to wrap it around his neglected cock in the meanwhile, barely needing any of your attention or assistance as he holds it tight around him and keeps your grip steady as he fucks himself into it right by your head. not without a little something extra for you, though--he shoves his boot between your legs, clean but stained with grass and grease patches, and hooks it up so it curves right against your clothed pussy and grinds against your clit as he tilts it back towards him.

"hump it, sweetheart." he cackles, and shudders with pleasure when you obey, those sweet hips rolling back and forth against his shoe and causing his cock to twitch in your hand. it's a sensation to somewhat break you out of the haze of being Mr. Harrington's cockwarmer, your neck sinking and stretching with an uncomfortable bulge as he plunges his cock all the way down, your nose parting the thick curls of his bush until all you can smell is sweat and musk. the same scent comes from his balls, spit and precum smearing over them and making them sticky as they meet your chin on every thrust, nearly as fuzzy as the rest of him and so fucking fat with sperm that it aches every time they land. in fact, the only time your throat gets a break and you get to suck in a deep gasp of oxygen is in that moment when he pulls you off, before shoving you lower to sink under his weighty cock and suck his sack into your mouth. you've got no idea how much Steve loves that view, your pretty face wet with tears and spit off his dick rubbing between your eyes, moaning around his balls as you jerk some other guy off right next to you.

"c'mere, c'mere-" and upon witnessing what might just be the hottest thing he's ever gonna think about when he jerks off from now on, the long-haired man that's been using your hand as his own personal fleshlight can't take another second of it. Eddie gropes for your face, grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank you over and nudge the tip of his cock against your cheek, a moan finally spilling out of him when spurts of hot cum arc over your nose and splatter against your skin, eased out by his rough hand helping you twist hard strokes up and down his shaft as furiously as he can manage--at least with such a pretty young thing taking the brunt of his pent-up cumshot. you're messy with cum and spit and sweat, lips flushed and plump from the abuses they've rained down on them, and at the sound of a door opening around the corner of the building they both haul you up to your feet--but they're not done, shoving eager hands down the front and back of your panties to grope for the source of that delicious wetness you were leaking all over Mr. Munson's foot.

you're such a whore already, has it really only taken one try to get you there? but, then again, he can take you much further down--you're not even close to rock bottom yet, and both of them would love to see a pretty young thing like you totally crack under their feet. one look at Eddie, and the trailer trash he calls his best friend grins and nods, and Steve rips your mouth off his nuts despite wanting to just rub them right in and make you worship them. the hope that still glimmers in your eyes proves you have no idea what he's gonna do, but it starts dimming like he wanted when he pushes your head down lower, rumbling in that deep voice that I'm gonna make you love this as he raises his hips and positions you just so you're nuzzled up right where you need to be. and you surprise him once again, or you're just so resigned to your fate that you do as you're told, and his hips jerk suddenly at the sensation he's dreamed about since he first saw you walk up to their table.

"fuuuuuck...." he hasn't moaned like that since his glory days, he swears--your lithe little tongue flicking against his asshole sparks a wave of shivers running up and down his body, and he knows how sweaty he is, but you don't squirm away. just tremble and rock back against Eddie's boot as you start suckling on his rim, and Steve holds you in place to shakily hump your mouth as you timidly explore the new territory. it must be humiliating, having your face buried between some older guy's cheeks, letting him sink into the tip of your tongue so it slides right in and makes his balls squeeze and tighten up against your face. and that thought makes him grab at you harder and dig his blunt nails into your hair, a release coming on to him so fast he can't pull you off to cum in your mouth as he intended--he rides out his pleasure with your tongue buried in his ass, your air so thick with his heady scent that you nearly lose consciousness as he orgasms, his muscled walls clamping down on you tight until he finally loosens up completely and lets you throw your head back to take a deep breath.

"hey, missy! your lunch break's over!"

"c-coming-!" you squeak at the voice of your manager, all too huffy to be subtle as the two older men are fondling you under your work pants, two fingers plunging into your weepy pussy while two more rub at your clit. Eddie laps the seed off your dripping cheek while Steve is whispering a menagerie of dirty words into your ear, like cum, wanna see you cum, innocent little princess needs her guts filled, doesn't she? gonna leak all over my fucking fingers like I'm not old enough to be your goddamn father. just like getting your clit played with, don't you, slut? and that's what breaks you, makes your jaw go slack and your eyes roll back as you collapse into their arms, feet kicking against the ground as that overwhelming pleasure washes over you while you distantly hear your manager shouting your name. trying not to speak but not being able to anyways, a mess of shuddered gasps and squeaks escaping you as you clamp down on Eddie's fingers and listen to Steve quietly moaning more filthy nonsense just below your ear.

"-get in this damn kitchen, before I fire your ass out the fucking door!" they shout again, and with the fear of getting caught with two of your customers sobering you up, you stumble and hurry away from them with frantic fingers patting down your appearance. trying not to look like you just got fucked behind the diner you barely make minimum wage at.

"y-yes! coming, I'm sorry!" you can't even risk sparing a glance back at them, and you're too afraid to, worried that they might come right back in and spill the details of how whorish you are. and they do return by the time you check the mirror, and self-consciously find yourself walking round to get to any tables you have lined up. but there's only one, one right by the window. theirs.

they reclaim their seats, pants buttoned up and sweat wiped from their foreheads. they look as normal and somewhat-disheveled as ever, plopping down into the booth seats across from each other with a cup of coffee each, both of them nearly empty and the dregs cold from leaving them to spend some quality time with you on your break. and with a few frightened, timid steps towards their table, they deign to look up at you and Eddie grins, offering you nothing more than a lift of his cup and a question.

"be a sweet girl and bring us another coffee, kay? give us a smile, and I'll give you a good tip, too."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #bully!steve harrington #bully!eddie munson #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

[fckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme]

I should do important stuff but my brain was like "hey remember that thing that happened to you years ago? Yeah well make that steddie and give it to the tumblr crowd!" Yeah so i do that now instead. (Apologies for mistakes, I'm only halfway through my first coffee)

Eddie was touchy, that was known amongst pretty much everyone by now. He was also a menace and a bisexual desaster and while the latter was only known by certain people, evryone knew he was a menace too. The current victim of his touchyness was no other than Steve. Yep. That Steve. Notorious ladies man and hopeless crush of one Eddie Munson since 4 years.

Through the unfortunate fate of the Upside Down Eddie got closer to his crush than he ever dreamed before. Sure okay it took him almost dying and months of physical therapy and healing but he'd take anything if it got him closer to the man of his dreams. Sue him, he's in love.

By now it was nothing unusual to be invited to hang out with the older teens of the Upside Down crew, wich is how he found himself squished between Steve, Robin and Nancy on the Wheelers couch. Was the couch made for four people? No. But it got him almost on top of Steve wich was more body contact than he expected from today. Counting in the poking/tickling attacks on Steve earlier today.

He loved to tickle Steve ever since he found out where to poke. It was an accident when Eddie was slipping on the tiled floor of Steve's kitchen, arms flailing and grabbing the first thing within reach to stabilize himself. Said first thing was Steve, who flinched as soon as Eddie grabbed his sides. He tried to play it off as being surprised by the sudden impact of the other's hands but being the menace he is, Eddie dug his fingers into Steves side, earning a yelp and a slap to his fingers. That was the moment he knew Steve was ticklish and he was gonna use it as an excuse to be close to him.

You see Eddie may be a little slow on the uptake when it comes to flirting, but he knew how to bother people the right way to get a reaction out of them. With Steve that meant poking his sides at random whenever they were together. Usually it earned him a playful slap on the fingers or Steve would just duck away with a "Come on man, stop it". But recently his reactions had changed the slightest bit. He'd still duck away or slap Eddie's hands but the last few times it was always accompanied by the faintest blush on his cheeks. Eddie took that as a hint to up his game and see where it would lead him, maybe his crush wasn't as unrequited as he thought.

Today he was this close to screaming in frustration. When he met up with Steve, Robin and Nancy to search a birthday present for Mike, he didn't let the presence of the girls stop him from being all over Steve. A poke to his ribs here, coming up behind him for a surprise double poke attack there. Eddie couldn't help himself, he just had to touch Steve or he'd feel like exploding. But not only Eddie had upped his game, no to his delight Steve finally got the memo to show an actual reaction to his teasing. And what a reaction that was. One moment his hands were poking Steve, the next he found himself pinned to the nearest wall. His hands held in a strong grasp above his head and body very close to his own. "You really are a menace today, are you?" Steve asked with a surprisingly sweet smile.

For a moment, Eddie was speechless. Was this some crazy realistic dream? Because the only time this happened so far was in his dreams. But he quickly found his words again when he saw the playful glint in Steve's eyes. "What you gonna do about it Stevie, huh? You know this won't stop me for long" he said with a grin, hoping his voice didn't sound as squeaky as it was in his head. Speaking of wich, his brain currently was an endless loop of 'holy shit, holy fuck, steve is touching me, aaaaaaaaaaaah'.

Steve let out a small chuckle and released Eddies hands from his grasp, taking a step back. "I'll find a way to stop you, trust me Eddie" with that he turned around and went back to searching Nancy and Robin. Eddie took a few deep breaths and only now noticed that his face was burning. He probably looked like an overripe tomato and his pants felt a little tighter all of a sudden but holy shit that reaction was only egging him on more. Call him crazy but he wanted to see what else Steve came up with.

Wich gets us back to Eddie being squished on the Wheelers couch. The day of shopping and hanging out had turned into an impromptu movie night/sleepover and now they were watching some movie. Eddie had no idea wich one because his brain was still racing with memories of earlier and 'holy shit i am so fucking close to steve'. The other three teens were commenting the movie and usually Eddie would be with them but not today, oh no he was still on a mission. Mission Get-Steve-to-do-something-to-me-so-I-know-if-I-can-kiss-him, wich was resuming after Eddies internal freakout of being very very close to Steve. He was so close that he could see every freckle, every mole on his face and neck and he wanted to trace every one of them wether with his fingers or his tongue. There were two moles on Steve's neck that looked like a vampire bite and before Eddie knew it he reached out to run his finger along them.

Steve's breath hitched ever so slightly and Eddie could feel him shivering the tiniest bit. Was he ticklish on his neck too? Only one way to find out. Steve's eyes were still glued to the TV, like he was trying to ignore Eddie's fingers on his throat. Slowly Eddie moved his fingers around the side of Steve's neck, featherlight in his movements to lull him into a false sense of security. There. When he reached the spot just below his ear, Steve let out a muffled little noise. Feeling a grin spread across his face Eddie moved his fingers a bit faster around the spot, resulting in Steve twitching and pressing his lips together to stay quiet. He shot Eddie an annoyed look but it was disrupted by red cheeks. Eddie only grinned wider, trying to look as sweet and innocent as possible, still slightly scratching Steve's ticklish spot.

And then, just like earlier Steve was on him in a split second. Grabbing Eddies hand, yanking it away from his neck and quickly intertwining their fingers. Eddie barely heard Robins protest of almost getting elbowed in the face over the blood rushing in his ears. Steve was holding his hand. Their fingers were intertwined and it felt like a puzzlepiece clicking into place. Eddies heart was racing and he suddenly had the terrifying thought that Steve could probably feel it through his pulse. It only got worse when Steve leaned over and whispered: "Is that what you wanted Eds?". Eddie tried to tug his hand away from Steve, this was too much to handle for his brain right now. "Nope, you stay here. I don't mind holding your hand if it means you stop tickling me" that fried Eddies brain entirely and he actually stayed still for once in his life. Or at least for the rest of the movie.

As soon as the movie was over, Robin announced that she was hungry and so Nancy called for a snack break. The girls went to the kitchen to order some pizza, leaving the boys alone in the living room. Steve has let go of Eddies hand when Nancy turned on the lights and he already missed the warmth. When Steve went to go to the bathroom he used what little time he had to gather his thoughts and make some mental notes to his mission status. So far tickling Steve got him an embarrasing half boner at the store and some really nice handholding. That could have been enough for now but no, Eddies lovestruck gremlin brain (or heart?) demanded more. If he didn't control himself at least a little bit he'd probably do something stupid tonight. Like jumping Steve and kissing him senseless infront of the girls. He had at least a bit of decency to not make them watch this, but well a man can dream.

They decided to pop in another movie until the pizza came and this time Steve took Eddies hand without a word, the "Stay still" was left unsaid. Somehow it helped slowing down Eddies racing thoughts and kept him grounded. It was nice and he liked the feeling of Steve playing with his rings. It felt so nice that his only logical conclusion was to shift the tiniest bit closer to Steve and rest his head on the other's shoulder. He didn't care that Nancy gave him a knowing look from where she was nestled to the armrest, he didn't care that Robin was eyeing their intertwined hands with a tiny grin (she held Steve's hand all the time no need to make a big deal about it) all he cared about was his hand in Steve's and the fact that he didn't get pushed off his shoulder yet.

About halfway through the movie the doorbell rang and destroyed the peace in Eddies mind. As soon as Nancy, Robin and Steve jumped up to get the pizzas his brain was in gremlin mode again. Before he knew it he was back to poking Steve in the ribs and found himself slammed to the wall only seconds later. Steve's body now flush against his, hands pinned above his head like earlier. "I told you to stop that" Steve sounded a little breathless and Eddie only managed an apologetic grin when he saw the tiny little blush covering Steve's cheeks. They both were aware that the girls were only a few feet away at the door. Eddie still wanted to do something stupid, but he managed to hold back. He didn't know how exactly, but it was an impressive effort.

"Make me!" was the only thing he said with a smirk. A challenge. To see if Steve would go as far as he would. Judging by the fact that his eyes flickered down to Eddie's lips for a split second, he would. Their moment was interrupted by Robin announcing loudly that they should get a room because she didn't want to watch this while eating. Steve let him go, strolling back to the sofa and grabbing his pizza as if nothing happened. Eddie quickly followed, trying to be as normal as he could.

The rest of the night went by fairly uninteresting, besides Steve casually holding Eddie's hand during the movies. Sometime after midnight they all got tired and decided to call it a night. Nancy retreated to her room, Robin curled up on the lazy boy and Steve arguing that Eddie takes the sofa because he sometimes has back pain. Steve himself decided to just sleep on the floor.

When Eddie woke up the next morning he instantly knew it was way too early. To his surprise he found Steve already awake when he turned around. Had he been watching him? Eddie gave him a sleepy smile and quietly asked for the time. Steve awkwarly contorted and tried to look into the kitchen from his position on the floor wich had Eddie stifle his laughter. "Uuuuh I think 7:40am" came a whispered answer when Steve rolled back facing Eddie. It was unfair how sweet he looked with sleep rumpled hair and disheveled clothes. Eddie felt his heart beat faster again and a smile threatened to spill over his face. Steve gave him a confused look. "What?" he asked but it was swallowed by a yawn, wich made him look even cuter in Eddies eyes.

"Nothing" he answered and sat up, patting the space next to himself, "C'mere, that floor can't be comfortable". Steve huffed out a tiny laugh and hoisted himself on the sofa in one not so graceful movement that had his spine crack.

"What makes you say that?" Steve's voice was muffled by the pillows he fell face first into and Eddie had to stifle his own laughter. Steve adjusted himself, curling around Eddie like a dragon around his hoard and bliked up at the other boy. "Mornin' Eds" he said softer than he ever talked to Eddie before and aforementioned metalhead wanted to melt. If anyone had told him a year ago that he would be graced by the sight of a sleepy Steve Harrington looking up at him with nothing but sleepy fondness, he wouldn't have believed them. But here he was, Steve pressed against his back, his head almost in his lap and if Eddie didn't know better he'd think he was still dreaming. It felt all too natural to sink back into the couch a little deeper, leaning against Steve's torso and burying his hand in the boys incredibly soft hair.

"Mornin' Stevie" he whispred back, equally soft. If this really was a dream he never wanted to wake up because right now, pretzeled together with Steve on the goddamn Wheelers sofa of all places his life felt perfect. Not even Robins snoring could disrupt that moment. Steves eyes had closed again the moment Eddie started playing with his hair and his hand came up to search for Eddie's unoccupied one, slotting their fingers together like the night before.

Eddie must've fallen asleep again too, because he woke up to something tickling his neck. Said something turned out to be none other than Steve. Precisely Steve's lips that were currently trailing the softest of kisses up and down his neck and cheek. He turned his head slightly to see Steve still having his eyes closed but in between the kisses he saw the tiniest smile on his lips, like he knew exactly what he was doing to Eddie. "Your heart is racing" he whispered.

Eddie was still half asleep and mumbled out a "Uuuh its always like this". He instantly felt stupid when he heard Steve giggling and couldn't help but bark out a laugh. Unfortunately that only startled Robin awake, wich made Steve laugh even more. They were both by now laughing and almost slipping off the sofa while Robin shot them a death glare. So much for a little more time in the soft bubble they created for themselves. After that Robin woke up Nancy and whatever mood was between them evaporated by the time they made breakfast.

The rest of the day went by without anything else happening. Eddie didn't want to provoke Steve in broad daylight, the thing they had this morning was enough to last him a few days without the constant need to be around Steve.

Or so he thought.

Because two days later he found himself at Steve's place for another movie night. This time without the girls, just the two of them. Was that supposed to be a date? Had his weird approach of flirting worked? Eddie was nervous all of a sudden.

"You're right, your heartbeat is actually that fast all the time" Steve commented from where he had laid his head on Eddies chest.

Eddie just poked his ribs, grinning at the way Steve twitched. "Told you so" he sing songed in an attempt to mask this nervousness. He actually like puking his guts out any minute now and wouldn't that be romantic? As if Steve sensed his inner turmoil he grabbed Eddies hand and began playing with his rings. It instantly calmed both of them down.

For a while they silently watched the movie, only for Eddie to let out a "blergh" when two characters on screen kissed. Steve looked up to him with furrowed brows. "What? You don't like kissing Eddie?".

Eddie only looked back perplexed, stammering out: "What? No.....I uh......uhm.....i don't hate it but.....i dunno". Smooth Munson, very smooth.

Steve wiggled himself up a bit higher so he could look Eddie in the eyes, his gaze only flickering down for a second. Eddie was pretty sure he looked like an overripe tomato again, and he was sweating. Neat. But despite that he felt a soft pair of lips press to his own and his brain short circuited.

Yep that's the death of Eddie Munson. Death by kissing the most beautiful man he knows, what a way to go. 'Kiss back you fucking idiot!' was the only helpful thing his brain supplied to all this and as soon as he did, it shut down again.

He doesn't know how long they were kissing but it didn't matter, he was kissing Steve, Steve was kissing him. That's all that mattered.

When they finally parted, Eddie sunk back into the couch cushions. "You okay there?" Steve asked with a smile in his voice, still hovering over Eddie.

"Eeeh no, because the fucking man of my dreams just kissed me? I am so not okay in the best way, how about you?" Eddie answered, shoked by how strangled his voice came out.

"Hmm, in that case I am also so not okay because I just kissed the man of my dreams too and he even kissed back" with that Steve leaned down, resting their foreheads together. "And if he doesn't mind I'd love to kiss him again even if he can be a menace sometimes"

Eddie just nodded dumbly and pulled Steve down by his shirt to crash their lips together. They didn't know how long they kissed, with wandering hands and barely a break to take a breath. In the background the movie ended but neither of them cared, too caught up in one another.

They only broke apart for a bit longer when Eddie poked Steve's ribs again, earning a delightful squeak from the younger. "Just for the record, don't think you can distract me with kisses sweetheart" he said with a smirk.

Steve only smirked back, snaking his hands towards Eddies wrists. "Maybe not with kisses, but I have my ways"

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #welp here you go #this is not beta read because i have to be adult now #posts this and runs away #my writing

[thespiceyoops]

Home - Chapter 5

Series Status: Complete (6 chapters)

Series Pairing: Steddie X Reader

CW: Very spicey, explicit sexual descriptions. Minors dni. 

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Eddie can’t help but pull back to watch, he’s kissed you hundreds of times, his fingers know every inch of your body and he knows how intoxicating you are, the sight of Steve experiencing it for the first time, being able to share the two people he loves most in the world with each other has his breath catching in his throat and his dick straining painfully in his pants. He lets his fingers trail gently down your neck, between the swell of your naked breasts before swirling abstract patterns over your stomach just like he used to, watching the familiar way your back arches into his touch as a small moan is muffled against Steve’s lips. The sound spurs him on, curling back around you and trailing hot kisses up your arms, across your shoulders until they latch onto your neck, dark marks appearing as he sucks greedily, savoring the taste of your skin. He makes sure to let his kisses jump to Steve’s neck here and there, his lips lingering heavily on the spot behind his ear that he knows drives the other man wild and rewarded with a heavy groan and a squeeze to his thigh as he murmurs soft affections in both your ears. 

“You’re both so perfect, look so good like that, god I’m so lucky.” He never gets tired of praising you both, especially not when he is rewarded so wonderfully by the sounds you make and the way you both reach for him desperately.

Pleasure blooms everywhere their lips touch as your hands search blindly, sliding under their shirts until you feel their flesh under your fingertips, the feeling pulling a sigh straight from your heart, the weight of them against you turning your body and mind to a euphoric mush. You can feel Steve stifle a gasp and Eddie shudders under your touch, both kissing even more hungrily as your hands roam just under the hems of their shirts. You let your touch drift along Eddie’s back as your other finds it way into the waistband of Steve’s pants, drifting lazily upwards until you feel Steve’s hand curl around your wrist suddenly, his shoulders tense as your eyes fly open. He swallows heavily, as his eyes flick to Eddie, fear and worry swirling in their hazel depths, they’d long since gotten used to each other's bodies, near-matching scars no longer painful to look at… You however, they know how fresh it will be for you, the memories and pain it would bring to the surface. You catch up a moment after them, your eyes widening with sudden understanding, fear and guilt twisting in your stomach as you see their brows furrow in worry. You hadn’t thought about this moment, not even when Steve’s face had been buried in your dripping pussy, Eddie grinding into you as you’d lost yourself in their touch and certainly never before, the lingering memories of their torn, blood stained skin still the only image your mind could conjure up now that you let your gaze drift down their still-clothed torsos. You want to touch them, cover them entirely in kisses, you want to be able to accept every inch of their bodies but in that moment you can feel yourself slipping, dying screams echoing out of the horrible memories you’d tried to cage away. 

“We don’t have to” Steve’s voice is gentle, no hint of frustration or annoyance as he pulls your face up to look at him, holding your gaze softly with his warm brown eyes. He pulls your hand to his chest, skipping over his stomach and pressing it over heart, the beat comforting and slowing your racing thoughts. You close your eyes for a moment, focusing on his heartbeat, the softness of his breath and their warm scents swirling around you before shaking your head. 

“No, I want to. I need to see you both. I need to know-” You blink up at him through wet lashes before looking back at Eddie, his dark eyes warm and understanding. He squeezes your hand and kisses your cheek as Steve rises to sit beside you, reaching down to pull at the hem of his shirt.

“Wait.” He freezes in panic as you scramble up, putting your hand gently over his “let me…” he nods, leaning forward and pressing kisses all over your face, drawing a small giggle out of you. Eddie shuffles to sit with you between his legs, one hand resting on your hip, the other finding Steve’s hand with an encouraging squeeze. 

Your fingers tangle in the loose fabric of his shirt, fighting back the thoughts of blood soaking through it and staining your hands as you slowly lift it up his torso. He pulls it the rest of the way off as you lean back to look. It's not as bad as you were expecting, his wounds hadn’t been nearly as deep and had been wrapped up quite well by Nancy as evidenced by the faintly raised scars spidering across his waist. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes but you fight them back, raising your hands to rest them gently against his torso as he covers one with his hand, the other coming to cup your cheek. 

“See?” He smiles softly, his thumb swiping away a stray tear “Not so bad at all.” You want to smile but can’t quite make it touch your eyes, instead leaning forward to press light kisses to the scars covering his waist. He hisses quietly and you can see the bulge in his pants twitch out of the corner of your eye, your mouth waters for a moment as you imagine what it will be like, fighting the sudden urge to find out. 

Behind you Eddie lets his hand slide gently up and down the curve of your back, pressing kisses in its wake, nerves humming through his veins as he watches you turn back to him, he nearly bails, the only thing stopping him from bolting in the face of the incoming reveal is Steve’s encouraging smile and the light touch of your hand on his arm as you turn to face him. You’d run before because it was too much, would this be too much now? After everything would he be the one to send you running again? His thoughts are silenced as you press your lips to his, his only thoughts turning to how soft they are, how intoxicating you smell and how desperately he wants to feel you against him. 

You pull back from his lips, swallowing heavily as you pull the fabric of Eddie's shirt up and over his head, not daring to look until you’ve tossed it to the floor, closing your eyes for a moment to steel your emotions before letting them open and focus on what had sent you running all those months ago. They’re bad, much worse than Steve’s, thicker, angrier, most of the skin from his waist a mish mash of twisted, raised scar tissue, several of his beloved tattoos torn away. You can taste blood as you bite down on your lower lip, desperately trying to fight back tears as you take in the sight before you. 

“Princess…” His voice shakes with worry as he watches you, his hands gently ghosting over your arms while Steve watches with equal tension. Hesitantly you place a hand over the worst of the scars, pulling a stifled gasp from the boy above you, you move to pull your hand back but he quickly places his over yours, catching your panicked expression with a tight lipped smile.

“S’ok, just sensitive.” He murmurs down at you, squeezing your hand before releasing it to trail his fingers encouragingly up your arm. You nod, blinking back the tears and focus back on his now naked torso, even with the gruesome scarring he is every bit as beautiful as you remember, lean muscle under soft skin, several tattoos still remaining, the rose on his hip matching your own and the elegant spider above his heart. Without thinking you sit up on your knees and press your lips to the tattoo the sudden contact making Eddie gasp “S-shit sweetheart”

The sound kick starts something inside you, the sudden burning in your chest and gut igniting, the need to touch every inch of him, to remind your body of what he feels like, alive and in ecstasy beneath you overwhelming your pain and fear. Throwing your arms around his neck you nearly knock him off the bed, Steve only barely managing to grab and pull the two of you back towards him as Eddie's hands lock around your hips. You can’t help but roll your hips against his as you fall into Steve’s chest, his hands slipping down your sides to your thighs as they wrap around Eddie, a moan of pure need swallowed by his open mouth. Your hands are suddenly fumbling between you both, tugging uselessly at his belt buckle as he chuckles, pulling back to rid himself of the interfering garments. You whine pitifully, chasing his lips as he moves back but are quickly distracted by Steve pulling your face to his, half closed eyes blown black with lust as he captures your lips in a bruising kiss, his other hand slipping from your thigh to swipe through the wetness building at your opening, moaning into your mouth as he feels how wet you are. 

“God we’ve wanted you so badly” He gasps into your mouth, breaking the kiss to direct you back to Eddie who is now naked and propped against the head of the bed, arms open for you as Steve begins fumbling out of his own pants. You scramble across the bed and quickly straddle Eddie’s thighs, emotion choking you for a moment as your gaze rakes over his cock, long and thick laid against his stomach. 

It feels so achingly familiar as you take him in your hand, your thumb swiping the bead of precum across his tip and earning a rumbling growl deep in his throat, his half hooded eyes watching you, dark with hunger. You stare back as you take him slowly in your mouth, the salty taste of him making you moan, the sound reverberating through his pulsing cock. 

“Oh fuck sweetheart, feels so good to have your mouth on me again. So fucking good.” He groans, his flying into your hair, gently pulling it away from your face and giving him something to hang onto as you take him deeper into your mouth. His hips stutter and he pulls you off, your lips making a wet popping as he slips from them. He sits up pulling you to him and pressing a wet kiss to your mouth, his tongue sliding across your puffy lips before reaching behind you to take Steve’s chin in his palm, feeling him shiver at the gesture. 

“You first, big boy.” He takes in Steve’s wrecked grin with a smirk, holding you up by your waist as he pulls him down beside him. 

As Steve settles himself in front of you, you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight, you’d seen him shirtless countless times over the years but his lower half had remained a mystery, one you had pondered more than you would have ever admitted prior to today. His chest hair grew down into a dark happy trail leading to his long and thick shaft, a little shorter than Eddies but definitely thicker, you have never wanted your mouth on something so bad. 

“Gorgeous” You breath

“Go on sweetheart, tastes even better than he looks” Eddie grins as he presses a kiss to Steve's cheek. His words have you clenching around nothing as you lean down between his spread legs. 

Steve squirms, his dick growing impossibly harder under the praise and the warmth of your breath, he nearly yelps as you lick a thick strip up his shaft, his hands white knuckling the blankets under him when you finally slide your lips around the tip, tongue swirling in your mouth. Slowly you take him deeper into your throat, letting yourself relax against his girth for a moment, savoring the taste and the feel of him on your tongue. 

"You're taking him so well" Eddie groans to you as he watches, fisting his own length at the sight before turning back to Steve, taking the man's cheek in his free hand and pulling him in for a deep kiss. "Worth the wait?" 

"Oh god ye-" His words are choked off by a guttural groan as you sink down on him again, sending a jolt through his body, his chest heaving. Eddie is quick to catch your chin and pull you up with a wicked grin, nearly losing himself in your watery smile as you look at him questioningly. 

"Want to see him in you before he cums." He growls, grabbing your hand and helping you straddle Steve, taking his cock in your hands you line it up with your opening, your slick covering him quickly before you let yourself slide down onto him. A groan rips through all three of you as you sheath yourself fully on him, the new stretch rips the breath from you as tears come to your eyes. Squeezing them tight you can feel Steve’s hands resting on your thighs, soft thumbs pressing comforting circles into them with a shaky breath. 

"You ok?" You crack your eyes open at his breathless question and nearly cum right there at the sight of him, covered in a sheen of sweat, his normally styled hair now hanging messily in his face, hazy eyes devouring you from behind his locks as Eddie sucks a dark hickey into his chest. 

"Fucking perfect" You gasp, lacing your fingers with his as you lift your hips slowly, dropping back down with a deep moan of his name, rolling your hips and nearly crying at how deliciously full you feel. 

He can’t help but buck his hips into you as the wet heat of your pussy grips his cock tight, a loud moan escaping you as you begin to ride him in earnest. He is far from a virgin but he can tell he’s not going to last long, desperate to feel you cum around him before he loses himself. As if Eddie can read his mind he releases his own length to reach across you both, his long fingers finding your clit with ease, swirling it under his calloused fingers as he continues his ravenous assault on Steve’s neck. 

The combination of the feeling of Steve’s cock buried deep inside you, the tip dragging across your sensitive walls and the sudden jolt of pleasure from Eddie’s fingers on your clit are more than enough to send you screaming over the edge of your climax, shouting Steve’s name into the quiet house. 

The clenching of your pussy around him and the melodic sound of his name on your cry drags Steve along behind you, thrusting into you as his cum fills your fluttering hole. 

“That’s it, feels so fucking good doesn’t she?” Eddie whispers, kissing Steve as he slowly rubs you through your release, only stopping when your rigid body begins to relax, pulling you down onto Steve’s chest as they wrap you in their arms. Steve holds you to his still heaving chest as you blink up at him, glowing with adoration as you breath in each other’s sex-heavy breath. Eddie begins planting gentle kisses along your skin, the taste of salt and sex sending soft moans through him as he makes his way down your back before planting a kiss on your ass, the sensation making you shiver and sigh, legs spreading instinctually and giving Eddie a view that takes his breath away. The sight of Steve's cum oozing out of you makes Eddie nearly feral as he latches onto your slit, his tongue lazily dragging through your folds, the taste of you both mixing on his tongue making his cock throb painfully. 

You squirm with a gasp in Steve's arms, his finger drifting up and down your spine, your post orgasm haze dissipating quickly as arousal begins to reignite under their touch. 

“Too much?” Steve’s voice is muffled against your hair as you lean into him, his warmth grounding you as you work to form words 

“Need him. Eddie, need you in me” You sigh as Eddie pulls back from your pussy, chin gleaming with your slick. Steve gingerly pulls himself up to sit against the headboard as you twist in his arms, sitting with your back to his chest in a similar position Eddie had you in back on the couch. With a hungry smile you reach out to take his face in your hands and crash your lips against his, a moan of his name allowing him to slip his tongue against yours, the taste of you and Steve a euphoric combination. Without another word Eddie lines himself up with you and thrusts, sheathing himself in one swift movement, a groan of your name ripping through his chest as the familiar feeling of your pussy clenching around him nearly brings him to tears. 

“Fuck you’re taking him so well” Steve groans into your hair as he watches Eddie’s cock dispear into you, one of his hands reaching up to lace into Eddie’s long hair as the other slides down your belly to circle your sensitive clit. The shock of his touch as Eddie begins to thrust jolts through your body, your head flying back into Steve’s shoulder and your arms wrapping around Eddie’s neck as he begins to fuck deep into you, your third orgasm of the day building at a frantic pace as the tip of his cock drags across the hidden spot deep inside you. You cling to Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging into his pale skin as Steve drags him to his lips, licking into his moaning mouth with fervor. You feel his thrusts quickly becoming sloppy and bite down on the soft flesh of his neck as he cums with a shout of your name, face buried between you and Steve. His cry and the feeling of him so deep inside you drags you over the edge with him, stars exploding behind your eyes as you lose yourself in the feeling of being filled again. 

The three of you lay there for what feels like hours, holding each other tightly as if letting go will end the dream, fingers trailing across sweaty skin as you hum quietly between their chests. You hadn't realized how late it had gotten until you notice the moon peeking over the line of trees barely visible through the bedroom window, for once the blue light it casts doesn't remind you of the upside down, it feels calm and clear, the soft beating of their hearts reverberates through your chest, lulling you quickly into sleep. 

Eddie shifts to prop himself up on his elbow, looking down at the two wonderful people he gets to call his, he blinks the tears away and brushes a stray hair out of your face. Still not sure if he quite believes this is real, the empty space in the boys bed finally filled after so long. His heart nearly explodes as you smile in your sleep, nuzzling your cheek into his hand with a sleepy sigh of his name. He nearly jumps when Steve’s hand gently rests against his cheek, his light brown eyes peering over your mussed up hair with a sleepy smile. 

“You ok?” He yawns as Eddie leans into the now familiar touch, returning the smile with contented sigh, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm.

“Perfect, pretty boy, everything’s perfect. Finally feels like home.”

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Eddie had always been a loud person.

From the way he dressed to his raucous laughter in the midst of a campaign, he just naturally leaned toward the path of greatest noise. His mother had made an offhanded comment once, back before things got dark and he had needed to move in with Uncle Wayne, that he'd have to end up with someone just as boisterous as him if he ever wanted to find love. Only a complete whirlwind like you, my dear, could ever keep up. For the longest time, Eddie had believed it.

Until, he met Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington was not exactly quiet, but he was not loud either. He was an observer - someone content to sit on the sidelines in conversation but go in for the kill the moment he was able to speak up. With the stealth and sass of a cat, he easily maneuvered his way through every social situation thrown his way, earning himself the title of 'king' at Hawkins High, 'leader' of their rag-tag group of friends, and 'heartthrob' of anyone with eyes, Eddie included.

Eddie was incredibly unsure of how to act with Steve. He found himself always worried he would mess something up, which meant all of his usual antics went double and triple checked or subdued altogether. What this resulted in was a very different course of action than Eddie had had with anyone ever, let alone a crush: subtle touches, occasional flirts, and gentle acts of kindness.

Eventually, it led him to form a friendship with Steve.

Steve, Eddie came to learn, did not have many people who were as concerned or, rather, aware enough of his boundaries and stealthy nature to respect it. Eddie actually caring enough to act differently, to behave somewhat in his presence (when one-on-one at least), was a breath of fresh air. So, Steve started letting him in. He started showing glimpses of his true self to Eddie, choosing to participate rather than observe when around him. This led to a bond being formed, one where Steve found solace in even just talking with Eddie after work or letting Eddie play him his newest song ideas after quick trips to the nearest diner for dinner. It was natural. Easy.

So easy that, when Steve one day leaned in and kissed Eddie out of the blue, it hadn't felt like anything even as near groundbreaking as Eddie had anticipated such a crossing of the line would be. It instead felt right, casual in the most warm of ways. Telling Steve it was okay for him to have done afterwards in the fallout of it all also felt warm. It was not laced with a hint of panic and, surprisingly, was said at a whisper. Gentle. Soft. Calm.

Eddie knew Steve was the one for him upon seeing his gentle, soft, calm smile in return and feeling his lips rejoin his for a devastatingly wonderful kiss.

His love was not boisterous, nor was it enough to knock Eddie down off his feet. It was everything else and more in the most comforting of ways, going for the stealthy kill that made Eddie's toes curl and his heart flutter in the dead of night, and frankly Eddie would not have it any other way.

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Rainbow in the Dark

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson; steddie

summary: a sort of (not really) canon compliant steddie fic because i love them and i am still in the first stage of grief

warnings: uhh swearing? canon violence, blood

spoiler warning for vol 2 of stranger things 4!!!!!

“Oh I’m just starting the sucker, Harrington’s got her! Don’t ya big boy,” Eddie inched his face up to Steve’s and smirked at him before returning to his work. Steve felt himself knock into Robin behind him and his breath caught in his throat, but he’d never let himself think about it too long.

Soon it was just Steve at the wheel of the huge trailer, quietly humming to himself to make the silence at least somewhat bearable. Keeping his eyes on the road, he heard the seat next to him squeak and the smell of sweat with a hint of something sweeter behind it. 

Nothing was said for a while and for a minute Steve thought he might have been hallucinating the person next to him until they spoke up, “You’re uh really good at this.”

“What, driving?” Steve chuckled, looking over to find Eddie staring at him intently. 

“Yeah, I mean everyone here knows I’m a shit driver but my dad never actually taught me. He just told me to gun it and never stop for anything,” Eddie trailed off and grew quiet again awaiting Steve’s response. A beat passed and Eddie sighed, “Sorry, didn’t mean to overshare.”

“It’s fine, I um- I could teach you. Y’know if you want to but you don’t have to! I just I like driving and if you want to learn I could help you out but-” Steve was no longer watching the road and was interrupted by Eddie grabbing the wheel to steer away from the oncoming car.

Steve was still not focusing on the task at hand when Eddie’s hand was still on his shoulder and his scent struck him once more. Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times until he decided on a small pout adorning his lips making Eddie laugh and remove his hand.

Steve’s face fell and he felt his cheeks burn ever so slightly from Eddie’s gaze staring straight through him. Eddie smirked at him for the second time this hour, “I appreciate the offer, Stevie, but I think I’d be too much of a distraction for you.”

“No!!” Steve shouted a little too loud and a little too quickly. “I mean you wouldn’t be distracting- I just meant it if you wanted to but i-it’s fine if you don’t. I don’t care.”

Eddie just smiled and shook his head, “Whatever you say, Harrington.”

Steve found himself blushing again but he pushed the thought aside because his feelings were not a main concern at the time. 

***

“Say Steve, I thought you were trying to win Nancy back? Now you barely even look in her direction,” Robin whispered as they funneled kerosene for making molotovs. Steve rolled his eyes as he could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Do you really think now’s a good time to discuss my love life?” Steve sighed and continued funneling the fuel. 

“Oh, would you rather discuss our impending doom? Didn’t think so! Anyway what’s the deal Harrington? Someone else caught your eye?” She wiggled her eyebrows to tease him but found a dead serious look on his face as he stared off. 

Following his gaze she found the target of his gaze and her eyes widened. She looked back to Steve who wasn’t paying her any attention and back to where Eddie and Dustin were messing around with their battle shields. 

“Steve.. I- how long have you known?” Robin whispered again trying not to draw any attention. Steve blinked in confusion and stopped his current task, “Known what?”

“Steve come on, this is me you’re talking to. I don’t judge and besides I like him better for you anyway!” Robin smiled softly at a still very confused Steve, whose gaze went back to Dustin and Eddie and it clicked.

“No it’s not- I don’t. Look I like girls because I know I lo- liked Nancy a lot but Eddie is just different. I don’t feel the same pressure that I felt with Nancy, he’s easy to like,” Steve’s face fell to his hands and Robin put a hand on his arm and squeezed,

“Look I may not be good at knowing when to comfort people but I know this. Steve there is nothing wrong with liking Eddie and there is also nothing wrong with liking both. It’s not wrong, you aren’t wrong- it’s called being bisexual.”

Steve froze, dropping his hands to his lap and turning to face her. Robin dropped her hand and sighed trying to think of something else to talk about, but he smiled. There was still visible confusion in his eyes but Steve’s wide smile gave away his true feelings, 

“Holy shit. This changes everything, was this something you knew about me from the start or am I just an idiot?”

“I mean I had a feeling but you also are just an idiot,” Robin laughed.

***

“I think you two ladies can handle it and besides I wouldn’t wanna third wheel your new found friendship anyway. I’ll stick with Eddie and Dustin,” Steve stated, crossing his arms in a huff. 

Robin and Nancy shared a look and before taking off towards the woods, Robin sent Steve a wink. Steve’s face flushed once again and he was just glad the upside down was dark enough no one could see. 

“Aw Stevie!! I knew you couldn't get enough of me!” Eddie pretended to wipe a tear from his cheek and blew him a kiss which made Dustin almost fall to the ground laughing.

Maybe this was a bad idea. 

They mainly worked in silence, making Eddie’s upside down trailer more like a fortress. Every now and then, Steve would hear Eddie and Dustin giggling and he would find himself staring again. 

He couldn’t lie, Eddie’s laugh was intoxicating and maybe a little obnoxious but it sure was cute. He met Eddie’s gaze and immediately returned to nailing the metal sheets to the trailer. Eddie kept his gaze on Steve with a spark of hope written across his features.

Steve kept thinking about what Robin had said, he still wasn’t sure what he was but he knew that what he felt for Eddie was more than just a budding friendship. He thought about when Robin first told him she was a lesbian and he thought about how she had changed the way he thought about love. 

“Steve! Earth to Steve! You can stop hammering now we got it completely covered,” Dustin waved a hand in front of his face and he was brought out of his trance. 

Dustin raised an eyebrow at him and Steve waved him off finding Eddie fiddling with the bandana wrapped around his head. Without thinking, Steve walked over to Eddie and started fixing the bandana for him.

Now it was Eddie’s turn to be flustered as he watched Steve tuck his hair into the bandana, his tongue sticking out a little as he focused. Dustin cleared his throat loudly and they both jumped away from each other red as tomatoes.

“What?? I wasn’t nicknamed Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington for nothing you know!” Steve cleared his throat putting his hands on hips, pouting slightly. 

It was barely audible but Eddie let out a small gasp and he lost focus due to the thought of just wanting to kiss him right then and there. But he knew they weren’t meant for that, it was just another fantasy.

***

Eddie was setting up his amp and preparing his guitar as a decoy and Steve thought he was going to lose all the composure he had left. Watching Eddie’s ringed fingers fiddle with the strings on the guitar and his face in complete concentration left a strange feeling within Steve. 

“Like what you see, Harrington?” Eddie caught his gaze again and winked at him. Steve choked on his saliva and found his shoes to be rather interesting in this current moment. 

Once more Eddie was filled with hope and shock, how was he making King Steve flustered? Eddie “the freak” Munson had Steve Harrington struggling for words and blushing? Maybe he really was losing his mind.

“I um could I take a look at your guitar? It’s uh it looks really cool,” Steve managed to sputter out not really thinking about what he was actually saying. Eddie nodded anyway and Steve made a step towards him, not realizing his foot was caught in the amp cord. 

Before completely hitting the roof of the trailer, Steve felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and shoulder. In response he put a hand out to steady himself which just so happened to be placed on Eddie’s chest just above his heart. They didn’t move from their awkward positions for a moment, Eddie giving Steve a quick look over and offering a small smile.

Steve just thought he was trying to kill him from the heat of Eddie’s hands seeping through Steve’s t-shirt to his cute dimples that adorned his face whenever he smiled. Oh Steve was a goner and Robin was never going to let him live it down. 

Eddie went back to tuning his guitar and this time Steve noticed the strain in his fingers and the subtle shaking of his hands. He was messing up chords when Steve knew that he would never, not that he knew that specifically or anything. 

“Eddie. Eddie, what's wrong?” Steve spoke softly but stern enough to catch his attention. Eddie exhaled shakily and sat down, putting his head in his hands. Steve heard him sniffling and quietly approached,

“I can’t do this Steve, I’m too fucking scared. And I’m angry for being scared because that’s all I do is just run away because I'm a coward.”

Steve could believe what he was hearing and pushing everything aside, he crouched beside him and took his hands in his own. Their eyes met, Eddie couldn’t keep eye contact until Steve started to wipe tears away from his dirt covered cheeks. Their eyes met again and Steve smiled, still cupping Eddie’s face,

“You are braver than you think, Ed’s. Yeah you didn’t deserve to be dragged into the weird shit this town has to offer but you’re here anyway. And don’t let my nonchalance fool you, i’m fucking terrified. I’ve been protecting these kids from this for three years and i’m sure as hell fucked up from it. Don’t doubt yourself Munson, you’re one of the bravest people I've ever met.”

***

Their plan to distract the demo bats had been working, but what they hadn’t realized was how smart they were. Eddie had used his shield of nails to block the vent that they hadn’t accounted for. Now they waited for any other sign of them. 

However, Eddie’s guitar playing didn’t only serve as a distraction for the bats but Steve couldn’t get his mind off it. Watching him shred on guitar was honestly Steve’s idea of heaven, that he had only seen one other time. Not that he would tell Eddie that. 

Suddenly there was a loud thud coming from Eddie’s bedroom making all three of them jump and face the hallway. Jumping into action, Eddie ran towards the back room to slam the door shut as the bats fought their way through another vent. 

“That’s not gonna hold ‘em for long!! We gotta go!” Dustin shouted and began climbing back up the rope to their world. Steve steadied the rope and waited until he hit the mattress on the other side to motion Eddie to go next. 

He began to climb up but he took a look at Dustin who was begging him to go faster and another look down at Steve whose eyes were pleading for him to keep going. Eddie shook his head and jumped back down next to Steve, he heard Dustin screaming but he kept his eyes on Steve.

“Eddie what the fuck are you doing?! We gotta go man!” Steve frantically searched his eyes for a sign of what the hell he was thinking. Eddie kept a neutral expression,

“I’m buying them more time.”

And with that he took off, grabbing Steve’s ax and Dustin’s battle shield from the floor, not bothering to look back. Steve stood there stunned for a few seconds, Dustin’s screams muffled by his own thoughts racing. Steve picked up the handmade spear and stared at the trailer door, now wide open. He wasn’t going to lose anyone today, not if he could help it,

“Henderson do not fucking think about coming back over, I’ll be back in a minute. I promise.”

Steve bolted out the door, not bothering to hear Dustin’s response, trying to find Eddie’s dumbass. The screeching from the bats was a dead giveaway as they circled just around the edge of the trailer park. Steve felt his stomach drop and fill with panic but now was not the time to think of the endless horrifying possibilities.

“Eddie!! Eddie, come on please!” Steve loudly pleaded. There was no response and Steve felt his chest seizing. Running as fast as he could to where Eddie was, there he saw thousands of those goddamn bats surrounding a dark mass on the ground.

Oh god.

“EDDIE!!!!” Steve screamed and forced his way through the bats, fighting them as best he could. Dropping to his knees with what felt like millions of tiny knives piercing his skin, he tried shielding Eddie from them. Wrapping his whole body around him, shaking and pleading to whoever was out there to keep him alive. The screeching got louder and louder around them and it started sounding like their names being called out. No, it was their names he heard and it was coming from Dustin. 

Fear flooded his whole body, frantically searching for the kid and realizing the bats scattered on the ground. He saw Dustin running towards them and felt a cold hand on his neck, “Steve, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing?! What are you doing, you could’ve been killed!” Steve didn’t even try to hide the panic in his voice. He scanned Eddie’s body in his arms, blood soaked into his clothing. He gently lifted Eddie’s shirt earning a hiss from him in response and all he saw was red,

“Well this is definitely a more exciting way to go out,” Eddie laughed, which was muffled by the blood spilling out of his mouth. Dustin joined them on the ground, hands shaking as he tried to help any way he could. Steve quickly ripped his own jacket off, holding up Eddie’s hips with his knees and Dustin holding up his shoulders to tie it around his gaping wound. He tied it off as tight as he could to stop the bleeding earning another groan from Eddie, Steve’s hands returned to cup Eddie’s face. 

“You are a goddamn idiot, Munson, what the hell were you thinking?!” Steve barely huffed out, trying to slow down his breathing and make sure Dustin wouldn’t do anything stupid. Eddie just furrowed his eyebrows and frowned, placing his hands over Steve’s,

“I wanted to be a hero, be brave like you said. I didn’t run away this time, right?”

A tear fell onto Eddie’s nose, Steve hadn’t even noticed he was crying. This was his doing, if he hadn’t gotten so overwhelmed in his stupid crush then Eddie would be safe and back home. 

“No you didn’t run away, but Eds this isn’t what I meant. You are already a hero, I mean Henderson here worships the ground you walk on and I cannot lose you okay? I can’t” Steve’s voice cracked as more tears fell from his cheeks. Eddie closed his eyes for a moment,

“This was supposed to be my year. I felt it in my bones and I promised my uncle, but why should I have believed I was meant for anything other than ending up like my piece of shit dad or dying now I suppose.”

Dustin hiccuped and hugged Eddie’s waist, Steve could just make out his muffled sobs putting a hand on his shoulder. Steve turned back to Eddie just for him to already be looking at him, he took one of Eddie’s hands into his own and squeezed, “You are nothing like your dad, you are going to graduate and get out of this fucking town I am going to make sure of it. You are one of the best people I ever met and I honestly don’t think I wanna partake in a world where you aren’t in it.”

Eddie gasped, his eyes pricking with tears and he thought even as he lay there dying, there  was nowhere else he wanted to be in that moment. Until self doubt took over and he thought this might be the ultimate joke on him, to have his crush lie to his face on his deathbed. Steve noticed Eddie’s heartbreak because without a moment’s hesitation, he cupped his face with his left hand and pressed their lips together. 

It was fleeting and gentle like Eddie was made of porcelain that Steve couldn’t bear to break, which just made him want more. Nothing else really mattered to Eddie in that moment, smiling as wide as he could until it hurt and all he tasted was iron. Steve pressed their foreheads together,

“I was wondering, after all this, would you wanna go on a date? Friday night at the old diner by Highland park?”

“Thought you’d never ask, Harrington,” Steve laughed, wiping tears away. He watched as Eddie slowly closed his eyes again and waited for him to open them again. But he didn’t. 

Steve nudged his cheek slightly, nothing. Steve’s breath quickened once more and he searched for any sign of movement on Eddie’s face and still he didn’t move. A sob made its way through Steve’s throat and his vision blurred with tears, he refused to believe he was gone. So like the fantasy he wanted this to be, he kissed him again, completely holding his face and molding their lips together. He left small kisses on every inch of his skin he had access to, his sobs eventually taking over. 

Steve buried his face in Eddie’s neck and cried, pleading with god to bring him back and that it should have been him instead. He hadn’t noticed Robin and Nancy approaching the three of them, he just wanted to hear Eddie’s voice again. 

***

“Steve, it’s been three days. You need to go home and get some rest,” Robin begged him for the seventh time that morning. Still Steve sat there unmoving from his chair beside Eddie’s hospital bed. 

“I’m not leaving him, I need to be here when he wakes up,” Steve kept his gaze on Eddie’s peaceful face, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of his hand beside him. 

Robin sighed and left the room to check on Max a few rooms down, which she still hadn’t the heart to tell Steve about. She thought it would probably send him over the edge so she waited, praying for the first time in her life for Eddie to wake up. 

Steve picked up the walkman he’d set on the bedside table, putting the headphones on pressing play. Metallica, something he never thought he would ever find himself listening to and now it was the only thing that brought him some sort of peace. Maybe because it belonged to Eddie and maybe because he felt closer to him listening to it. He couldn’t decide.

He found himself staring out the window, as the music filled his senses and he could pull away from real life for a moment. Something he happened to do a lot due to the amount of shit he’s been through the past few years, not that he told anyone. His eyes were closed, tuning everything out except the music when he felt something in his hand twitch. He paid it no mind until it happened again, so he opened his eyes to find beautiful brown ones staring back at him.

Steve thought he was dreaming, tears reforming in his eyes again. He knew he should call the nurse or the doctor but Eddie smiled at him, dimples on full display and he couldn’t help himself. He lunged forward and it was like Eddie read his mind, pulling him in by the hair to crush their lips together. Steve’s hands found their way to Eddie’s face, cupping it gently while Eddie’s fingers dug into his scalp making Steve moan in pleasure. 

Steve’s tongue ran along Eddie’s bottom lip as a tender plea and he happily obliged him with a soft moan turned strained groan from the pressure Steve was unknowingly putting on his hips. Steve pulled away almost immediately, leaving Eddie pouting slightly, “M’sorry honey, are you okay?”

Eddie’s breath was knocked out of him at the pet name Steve gave him, was he trying to kill him (again)?  He only nodded in response, opening his arms for him to join him on the small bed. Steve gently climbed in beside him, twisting their legs together and putting his head on his chest just above his heart. 

“I thought I lost you,” Steve whispered.

“Not a chance, Stevie. We have a date, remember? I couldn’t just stand you up!” Eddie giggled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Steve smiled and looked up at Eddie who brushed his thumb against his cheek,

“Promise me this is real.”

“This is real, I promise you,” Steve stated sincerely before shifting forward to press their lips together again. Nothing is ever easy in this town but somehow they both knew they would always make it work.

#this is one of the longest fics i've written in a long time #steddie brainrot #steddie #please give this notes i beg of thee #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #robin and steve are iconic besties #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things 4 vol 2 #stranger things vol 2 spoilers #st

[munsons-maiden]

Saying Eddie is gay because of the bandana is kinda funny to me. Lots of metalheads use bandana the same way as Eddie and it is just for aesthetic purposes. Of course he could be gay, but there's no hint that he is. Eddie flirted with Chrissy and liked to annoy Steve. The problem is that some people think their headcanon is canon and hate on everyone that thinks differently. And tbh, I'm fed up with Steddie shippers. What they are doing to Grace and people who like other ships are disgusting and they are making me hate the ST/Eddie fandom. Of course there are nice Steddie shippers, but I feel like they are small in number.

Sorry for the rant. It's just that I kinda don't feel comfortable/don't enjoy being in the fandom anymore.

It's okay, you can always rant in my inbox.

My own experience is that the toxic Steddie shippers are only a small fragment of the Steddie fandom; they're just very loud which makes them seem like a bigger group than they actually are.

Most Steddies are lovely people simply enjoying their ship and not participating in any kind of harassment - just like Bylers and Milevens and Eddissys and all the others shippers.

It's an alarming trend in fandom in general that people are forgetting headcanon doesn't equal canon and who try to enforce their headcanons on everyone else, harassing those who don't agree with them, not just in the ST fandom; and it's hilarious how some people call themselves Eddie stans and then behave in a way that would make Eddie absolutely despise them.

I'm sorry you're feeling this way about the fandom, dear. It's not much, but this blog will always be a hate-free safe space for everyone who's kind so you'll always be welcome here if you want to enjoy fandom stuff🖤

#kiki answers

[patchworkgargoyle]

Top 5 fave Steddie moments from the show?

Sorry I sat on this for a bit anon, but thank you for asking, I love this opportunity to indulge in my brainrot. C:

I can't guarantee any new insights or eloquence but here they are, from least to most!

5. The Wave

It's so small but it's adorable. They all feel bad for spooking poor Eddie but Steve just has to give this silly little wave that, I feel, has a hint of teasing. Makes me laugh tbh.

4. The Planning Scene

Like. They stood so close to each other. Eddie, while bent over the table, leans into Steve while Steve leans close to get a better look, brushing against each other, and then THIS? The Sass. The Smirk. The way Eddie says his name. And Steve is Watching him, and Swallows. Christ. I wish I had someone who looked at me like these two idiots look at each other, wtf.

3. Eddie Turning Away from Steve and Nancy

(This was the closest GIF I could find but I'm not arguing... 👀)

In the scene you can see him in the background, watching Steve and Nancy while she tries to patch him up until he has to turn away. If you're watching it through the shipping lens it could so easily be interpreted as yearning and jealousy, maybe wishing he was the one helping Steve instead. Breaks my heart the tiniest bit when I watched it again.

2. Stave Gazing at Eddie's Lips

An unintentional moment? Absolutely. But Steve is undeniably Looking and I choose to interpret that as him, in that moment, bluescreening a little bit. Eddie's there trying to talk to Steve about him and Nancy, and true love, and here Steve is just 👀 And he's looking so Softly too. UHG.

(Me too, Steve, me too.)

The "Big Boy" Line

The way I literally squealed when he said this. I'm not lying. It was actually very embarrassing. Up until this point I was still all, "nah I won't ship it, they're just friends, I just like the dynamic" (like a liar) and then tHIS HAPPENS?? I went back and played it again immediately. The fact that it's improv'd still kills me. God. The cheeky smile, how it takes Steve a second to register what he said, Robin's Confused Lesbian Face. It's so good.

#steddie #anon #asks #stranger things #thanks again anon this was fun!