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moonstruckme · 27 days

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OOOOO I didn’t realize you wrote for steddie x R!!! Can I request your version of what would happen if reader came down with a nasty stomach bug from work and our boys tried to take care of her only to end up with it themselves? (Totally not projecting my own unfortunate current demise 🫠)

Thanks for requesting lovely! Feel better <3

cw: mentions of nausea, stomach pain, not eating due to illness

poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 759 words

“Poor little lovebug.” You’ve given up on trying to deter Eddie as he sets his lips to your temple, cuddling close, but you and Steve exchange a look.

The other boy rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to take care of both of you,” he says. You all know it’s an empty threat. “If you get yourself sick, you’re on your own.”

“I’m helping,” Eddie argues, lips meandering down to your neck. You inhale softly as the muscles in your abdomen spasm painfully, and his hands are there in a second, pressing over the sore spot like it’s a wound he can stopper. “What’re you doing, Harrington? She doesn’t want your lame toast.”

Steve softens. “She’s gotta eat something, though.” He looks to you, almost apologetic as he says, “It’s toast or cheerios, honey. Unless you think you can stomach something more.”

You shake your head, snuggling into Eddie. He makes a happy sound, adjusting his position to tuck you under his chin and get you more securely in his arms. You’re sick of being sick. It’s only day one of the stomach flu several of your coworkers have said they didn’t get over for three days, and you’re well and truly fed up with it. Fed up with being nauseous and achy and alternately too hot or too cold.

Steve had discovered upon his early-morning search that there’s not one thermometer between the three of you and has been debating going to the store to get one, but says he’s reluctant to leave you in the hands of the most inept caretaker possible (your very sweet and loving boyfriend). Eddie is ambivalent; he says you don’t need a thermometer anyway, because his lips are the best gauge there is (he keeps pressing them to your forehead and making sizzling noises, which Steve only found funny the first time but entertains you and Eddie to no end).

Eddie fully gives over to your self-indulgent tendencies in not eating, but Steve is watching you with a dissatisfied little furrow between his brows. He crouches by the bed, feeling your face with one hand and reaching for the nightstand with the other.

“At least have some gatorade, then,” he capitulates, holding the bottle out toward you. “You’ve gotta stay hydrated.”

You feel guilty and sit up. Eddie protests at your moving, but Steve gives you a smile as you drink.

“You’re really a ton of help,” he snarks at Eddie, though he reaches down, carding a hand through his boyfriend’s curls.

“I’m just succumbing to my fate.” Eddie shrugs. “I’m gonna be sick tomorrow, may as well start acting like it now.”

“It’s not as fun as it looks,” you say between sips, then regret it. Your face heats as both boys’ expressions turn pitying.

Eddie wraps a hand around your hip, squeezing lovingly, and Steve says, “I know, honey. You wanna nap for a while? We’ll give your stomach a chance to settle before we try with the toast again.”

You nod and let Eddie wrestle you back down onto the mattress, pulling you snugly against him. “Think of it this way—at least soon, you’ll have a companion in your misery.”

And by the next morning, you do. But it’s not Eddie.

“Toast,” Eddie begs, shoving the piece of bread forward like he’s jousting with it. “C’mon, baby, just a few bites.”

Steve groans, crossing his arms over his head. “Later,” he bargains. “I can’t do it right now.”

Eddie looks to you desperately. “Did you finish your water?”

“Mhm.” You give the empty bottle a little shake as proof, and your boyfriend sighs in relief.

“Good girl.” He bends over you, stamping his lips to your forehead firmly. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

You hum and reach for his hand, but Steve grabs you, turning you around and hugging you to his chest possessively. You’re more than alright with this, nuzzling his stubble while he splays a hand on your back.

“You know what? Fuck you, Harrington.” Eddie slaps the piece of toast on Steve’s shoulder and leaves it there. “Can’t believe you’d fucking do this to me. That better be gone when I get back.”

“Where are you going?” Steve asks, smugness evident in his tone.

“To get a fucking thermometer!”

Steve’s chuckle rumbles through the both of you, and you smile against his neck.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you tell him.

“Yeah, I don’t know what you were talking about.” He kisses your cheek, his lips as warm as your skin. “This is tons of fun.”

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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angel! steve whispering the dirtiest shit in your ear he like basically has you in a trance as he has his cock stretching your ass (like warming him) and his tentacles fucking the rest of your holes soooo torturously slowly 😫☹️🤤😵‍💫

just all back arching against his chest and nodding along dumbly with your head leaned back on steve’s shoulder as eddie jerks himself off watching my his wildest dreams come true

A/N: …i fucking DROOLED when i first read this. fuck it, i did it as well the second time around. you’re a genius, I honestly wanna marry you after this. anyways thank you for making me obscenely horny and essentially cum on the spot. also low-key thought at first you were calling me an angel and blushed a little bit, but nah…

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“No, no, no,” more translucent tendrils suddenly appeared, stopping your dazed attempt as you shakily tried to close your legs, the torturously slow pace the angel forced you to endure being too intense for your limbs not to go haywire, “keep them spread, baby.”

Whimpering, eyes barely open, you heard Steve continue to purr in your ear as you blinked down to observe the sloppy mess between your trembling thighs, “I know, I know,” you could just barely make out the fat base of the angel’s cock nestled deep within your ass, staying motionless, safe and warm, deep within you, as one of this thick transparent tentacles stuffed your greedy pussy, slowly rocking inside of you, transporting you to a dream-like state, completely spellbound by the ecstasy inducing sensation, “it’s just too much, too good, but you can take it, I know you can, sweetheart.”

“Be a good girl and keep them open,” the angel’s thumb and forefinger curved around to lift up your chin, gently whipping the drool as he did so, “don’t hide from him,” your brows knit together as you beheld Eddie silkily fucking his tight fist, “let him see your holes get ruined, see your pretty pussy cry for him,” the underlying soundtrack of your collective pants, blissful moans and your eager juices squelching at every slow movement, sent a thunderous shiver down your spine, “look him in the eye while I fuck you. Look at what you do to him.”

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hawkinsuniversity · 2 years

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𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

word count: 0.6k

pairing: steve harrington x reader x eddie munson

summary: a smutty headcanon about poly!steddie’s rules, punishments, and rewards for the reader. this is the headcanon that i created to coordinate with the rest of my steddie collection.

warnings: 18+ content, mean!steve, soft!eddie, bratty!reader, established bdsm relationship, established poly relationship, dirty talk swearing, daddy kink, master kink, masterbation, mentions of orgasm, mentions drugs, spanking, degradation, pussy spanking, face slapping, nudity, slight exhibitonism, temperature play, use of various sex toys, edging, humiliation, mentions taped intercourse, isolation, praise, overstimulation, penetrative sex, oral sex, & lastly fingering.

minors please dni (do not interact!), due to 18+ content.

•••

steve and eddie’s rules

rule number one: being unconditionally loyal and honest is a requirement that all partners must abide by and anything less will not be tolerated.

rule number two: breaking a hard limit is absolutely unacceptable.

rule number three: safe words are mandatory.

rule number four: you will follow direct orders and commands unless you feel uncomfortable, unsafe or threatened.

rule number five: no swearing whatsoever. (no acceptions.)

rule number six: you must always maintain your manners and be polite and gracious.

rule number seven: you are to always address steve as daddy. (and eddie as “master” when given those specific instructions)

rule number eight: no playing with yourself without permission.

rule number nine: you must ask permission to orgasm.

rule number ten: assist daddy and eddie with tasks around the house and help to maintain a clean environment.

rule number eleven: drug use will not be tolerated. (you must also have specific permission to drink and have one of us there to supervise)

rule number twelve: don’t be a fucking brat. (sass, talking back, swearing, being rude or disobedient, etc…)

rule number thirteen: don’t feel embarrassed to share anything with either of us.

rule number fourteen: always communicate your emotions, feelings, and necessities.

rule number fifteen: no negative self talk.

rule number sixteen: you will always count when being spanked and take any punishment graciously without complaint. (unless uncomfortable)

rule number seventeen: say thank you after a punishment or a reward. both are for your benefit and pleasure.

rule number eighteen: never hesitate to use the safe word if you are uncomfortable.

rule number nineteen: always remember how much more important the relationship is over a punishment or fight.

rule number twenty: make an utmost effort to maintain a healthy and loving relationship.

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common punishments that steve implements

punishment number one: receiving an extreme spanking, typically invloving a leather belt or paddle.

punishment number two: receiving a pussy spanking and/or a face slapping.

punishment number three: clothing denial when at home. (in public, skimpy clothing will be worn without a bra or panties on.)

punishment number four: going out in public with a remote controlled vibrator or vibrating panties on.

punishment number five: being plunged into an ice bath directly after a harsh spanking.

punishment number six: forced to wear nipple clamps throughout an extended period of time.

punishment number seven: having to wear an ice cold butt plug for a given amount of time.

punishment number eight: having your mouth washed out with soap after swearing or talking back.

punishment number nine: wearing a ball gag or open mouth gag.

punishment number ten: steve shooting his load all over your face and being forced to walk around in public.

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common punishments that eddie implements

punishment number one: mercilessly edging you for significant period of time and ultimately cum denial.

punishment number two: putting you into timeout for an appropriate period of time after a minor offence.

punishment number three: having to go to bed much earlier than usual and being denied the opportunity to spend the night with either of the boys.

punishment number four: completely disregarding and ignoring you for a significant period of time.

punishment number five: being fully denied speaking privileges.

punishment number six: having your mouth washed out with soap after swearing or talking back.

punishment number seven: being scolded, degraded, or verbally humiliated in public.

punishment number eight: filming you during sex and forcing you to masterbate to the tape afterwards.

punishment number nine: writing lines.

punishment number ten: being isolated in a separate room or area for a long duration of time.

how steve and eddie reward you

reward number one: being heavily praised and attended to after punishments. (obviously aftercare is important no matter what, but eddie and steve really go out of their way to show you how much they love you)

reward number two: overstimulation and the option to choose how, (penetration or oral) and by who. (with lots of extra attention!!)

reward number three: being eaten out, fingered or fucked whenever you choose.

reward number four: spending quality time together after completing a challenging task or chore.

reward number five: an agreed upon free choice if you have been exceptionally well behaved for an extended period of time.

•••

holy fuck, i finished writing this headcanon like five minutes ago and i already wanna start on a part two!! lmk if anyone would be interested in that!!

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unlust-fvck · 2 years

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could you write poly!steddie with a needy reader and it’s just really fluffy?

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those two idiots || poly!steddie

word count; 797

pairing; steve harrington x eddie munson x gender neutral reader

description; needy reader & their boys

warnings; fluff!!! shy!reader, established relationship

a/n; this was not proofread :’)

the clock beside your bed had been ticking unreasonably slow as you groaned in annoyance. you had been longing for comfort from your boyfriends all day. just even a pat on the head would satisfy you. steve had been at that godforsaken movie store that he complained about 24/7, while eddie was out and about with his band mates. you sighed to yourself as you pulled your legs up to your chest. you were just about to call family video to pester steve when you heard a door open from downstairs.

you tumbled out of your bed, hoping it was those infamous curls. instead, you had a very tired and obviously agitated steve in front of you. he took off his uniform, grumbling to himself about customers. he didn’t even notice you before him, one of eddie’s band tees draped along your small frame and steve’s boxers snug around your thighs.

“stevie?” you whispered in a small voice, not even recognizing the whine coming after it. he looked like he had seen a ghost as he jumped back. “ah— oh hey sweetheart,” he said, his tone lowering as he realized who it was. before he could kick his shoes off, you were attached at his hip, your arms around his waist as you nuzzled your head into his chest. “missed you.” you mumbled into his undershirt.

he chuckled and pecked your hair. he awed as his hands went to the small of your back. “i missed you too.” he hummed, his stress almost melting away. “when’s eds coming back?” you mumbled into his shirt. “dunno, soon i believe.” he hummed. you just nodded and didn’t let go. he took this as a sign to scoop you up and kick off his shoes as he carried you to the couch.

“what’d you do all day?” he hummed as he absently ran his fingers through your hair. you shrugged; truth is, all day you had just day-dreamt of eddie and steve taking care of you in such a fragile state that steve hadn’t picked up on yet. you whined at the thought, as you were too shy to tell him what you needed. typically eddie picked up on it pretty fast. steve nodded carefully and searched your big eyes for any cue as to why you were so quiet. his fingers continued to dance through your hair as you two sat in a half way comfortable silence.

a muffled rock song got closer and closer until it seemed close enough to make out the words. then it stopped and a car door was slammed shut. your head perked up as you stared at the door. an array of curls made his way through the door and kicked off his sneakers beside steve’s long discarded work shoes.

“eddie!” you cheered with a large smile. he chuckled and his hair bounced as he pattered to the couch. “hi baby.” he said through a dazzling grin. “what am i? chopped liver?” steve said with a pout before eddie leant down to peck his lips. even after an extended amount of time of dating, it still brought a pink hue to his cheek.

eddie caught on to your behavior as he snatched you from steve’s hold and held you close. your limbs wrapped around him like a koala bear as he attacked your jaw and neck with chaste kisses. you giggled and tugged at his hair gently. “someone left you all needy, didn’t they puppy?” eddie whispered into your ear with a small tsk. he looked over to steve and nodded his head toward you, which you couldn’t see.

steve nodded and mentally cursed himself as he stood up and pressed his chest to your back, his arms around both you and eddie. “m’sorry baby, i didn’t realize you were feeling like this.” he hummed into your ear. you told him that it was okay as you focused on the attention from the two of them.

after a bit of love was put in your system, the three of you were laid on the couch; eddie and steve sat next to eachother, the younger boy’s arm around steve. you sat in their laps, your head against eddie’s chest as some shitty horror movie played on the ancient tv. as your breath slowed, steve pressed a kiss to your hand and began playing with the array of bracelets on your wrist. you giggled sleepily and wriggled your fingers. “tickles.” you mumbled under your breath. he smiled and dropped the bracelets and instead began to kiss each of your knuckles and interlocking your hand with his.

your eyes focused back onto the tv and before you knew it, they closed due to the comforting hand in your hair from eddie.

you loved these two idiots.

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relocatedheads · 1 year

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Summary: the trio go on a deal and ends with some hurt / comfort Pairing: Steddie X Reader - poly relationship Trigger Warning: panic attack / misogyny Content Warning: previous high explanations / insecure reader / Steve gets a little assertive physically / Eddie is short tempered (kinda)

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“I don't know,” you whined, exacerbated from the constant failed attempts at finding a new jacket. “Do yous think this is too long?” You turned from the mirror to look towards Eddie and Steve. One paying the correct amount of attention and the other distracted by the small trinkets dotted about the charity shop.

“No, I think it’s short enough.” Steve had walked over to pinch and pull about the jacket, “Suits your jeans.” His comment was matched with a little kiss to the top of your head. “You should get it.”

You looked around in the mirror to try find the infamous set of frizzy curls, “Eddie, where have you gone?” You couldn’t help the laugh, knowing the boy all too well.

He reappeared with a jacket of his own in hand, holding it up by the shoulders, jingling it “Look how metal this is!” If a jacket could’ve been described as Eddie Munson, it was this one. But the boy stopped in his tracks once his brain caught up, “Tell me you’re getting that?” His face was a bashful smile.

“I don’t know..” You’d tuned back to the mirror, moving around trying to settle your brain.

“Sweetheart, Babe, Love of my life, how can you not be sure?” Steve laughed at the boys dramatic nature. “Its amazing, and with the jeans! You gotta!”

“Steve said the same thing!”

“So it’s a yes?” Steve was smirking at you, rested upon a structure.

Shrugging it off, you smiled coyly hopping off to the till. Eddie and Steve found themselves bemused by your giddy nature, like always.

Opening the door, Eddie glanced at his watch haphazardly “Oh shit, hurry your asses, I have business to attend.” Walking out under his arm, you and Steve cross your brows at him, he makes a smoking gesture towards you both.

“I aint done one of them in ages, lemme join.” Steve replied, wrapping you under his arm as you all walked to Eddies van.

“A smoke or a deal?”

“Both.” Your head and eyes just followed between the two as you all go in and set off.

“Get your own hobby, man.” Eddie groaned, eyes rolling around the road looking for the right turn.

You both laughed at his blatant pouting, “Don’t be so selfish, Munson.”

The ride remained light as always, music on lower than Eds preferred, but only to hear yours and Steves conversations: pointing out people you knew - which ended in a mini bitch fest.

Eddie pulled up to a lay-by unexpectedly. His motions of turning the engine off, getting his box from the foot well and getting out was so fluid the two of you didn’t seem to register. He opened Steves door and delivered rather cockily “You coming then?”

The walk to Eddies place of shop was wordless to start with: Eddie leading a head, Steves hand in yours - which you swayed childishly, causing a little game filled with small shoves, tugs and giggles to form between you.

All the metal head could hear was gasps, laughs, shrieks of Steves name, belly laughs from the as fore mentioned and an unnecessary amount of leafs crunching. But he also could feel his heart swelling at his two loves being so enticed by each other. If anyone had told Eddie he’d life would resolve with a prick ex jock turned gentleman and a forever sweetheart by 20, he would’ve swore blind you’d had the wrong Eddie.

When turned to face his loves, he was met with the two of them linked by both arms, you practically being dragged by Steve from leaning over into his personal bubble, Steve had a hand on her cheek taping it. As they noticed him looking, they both blushed and stopped instantly, sending him 2 beautiful dandy smiles.

“Okay,” He broke the ice, walking backwards, “I want: no funny business; no words; no sweet talking” He pointedly looked at Steve “And no handiness.” That same looking being directed over to you. Both of you nodded, he continued “I got a reputation to fill,” Eddie spun back around, holding a pointed finger in the air, as the tow of you caught up to him, “Cannot have my people think I’m soft.”

You laughed at his clearly sappy nature, bumping him slightly. Steve shook his head, “Eddie, when you used to sell to me, you opened a conversation without telling me how you used to choke on the smoke...”

“I was just a boy, Harrington.”

“Eddie it was 2 years ago!”

He slung an arm over both of your shoulders, pulling you both into him, leaning into Steves personal space, “And look where you are now? Two of you is enough, I cannot handle a third partner.”

“Ow, I really wanted a girlfriend.” You joked from under them both. Steve rolled out a chuckle and Eddie knocked his head into yours, planted a little kiss to your hair.

The rest of the walk was simply and sweet. It weren't too long until the clearing came into sight and he let go of your both. You could see the Eddie, the freak, Munson persona being draped on as he strutted up a head.

“Better late than ever, Munson.” A deep voice bellowed.

“Time is relative.” There it was... his professional voice. Eddie had a talent of dipping and twisting his voice base on the person / environment he was facing. Any time it was brung up, he never seemed to notice he did it, but you and Steve could guarantee your butterflies were set off and your knee buckled every time. He matched the new louder, deeper voice with a cocky dramatic action of looking at his watch “And i’m just on time.”

“Harrington? y/n?” Great. Of course Eddie decided to bring you both to a deal with one of the Jocks. You smile, Steve salutes. “Didnt know you did group deals munson.”

“Nah, just training new staff.” The 4 of you took refuge at the picnic table. Eddie delivered his comment while shrugging off his jacket, lumping it onto the table.

“Didn’t know a goodie two shoes like you did this sort of stuff.” The jock spoke as you all sat: you next to Eddie, and Steve opposite, next to the jock.

You pull a straight smile at the boy and shrugged. Both boys locking eyes, sharing a stare then glaring at the jock.

“We’re all full of secrets, aren't we?” Steve butted in, the threat coming from his protective side - tone lowered and sharp.

“$40 for a half” Eddie breaks the silence almost unaware of the comment, he’s slightly muffled behind the tin of his box, hand fishing around for the right baggy.

“Bit steep, Munson?”

“I dont like you.” He says beautifully bluntly face still in the box, you tried but couldn’t help the little laugh that slipped. The metal head had an awfully good skill at being honest. His tone was still professional. “But” He looked up batting his eyes, “Flattery works great on me.”He tilts his head up, holding his head up by one hand, twirling his hair with the other, face set in a cockily open mouth smile.

The jock gave him a disgusted glare, “Does that pretty little thing come with it?” He tilted his head over to you.

For the most part, you were sat minding your own business - not looking (the scenery seemed to grab your attention best) but still listening - feet locked in Steves, you absentmindedly fiddled with your hands. At the sound of the statement your eyes widened in shock and disgust - oh to be able to say things like that without any remorse.

“Watch it.” Eddie snaps.

“C’mon I bet you’re right fun high.” the athlete completely ignored Eddie, you cocked an interested ‘please do tell more’ expression out of instinct. “Bet you’re a right devil.” Eddie closes his case, the slight bang due the jock back him, “There ain’t no way in hell, a pretty quiet good girl like y/n isn't just as a bad any other girl in this town when she’s on shit.”

Your brain starts looping. You knew you, Eddie and Steve had eye rolled and laughed at drunk teen girls at parties, often overly reenacted their movements with each other. You guys were renowned for cringing at them. The comment hit you right in the wrong place. Were you actually like them girls when high? Were you an embarrassing handful for your boys? Did you get too loud you made everyone too aware of your existence?

You didn't know why the comment laid to thickly in your brain, but it did. You squinted your brows as you skipped through every high / drunk memory you had of yourself. Steve saw you mentally dip out slightly. He broke his star at you and fixated on the teen next to him, “For a man that just had to tell Eddie he has nice hair to get half off, you’re doing quite a bad job at cheapening the deal.”

“I'd rather go see someone else than ever compliment him.” It was a scoff, but the boy of question rebounded with his usual ease.

“I see the way you look at me.” He winked, mood shifting as he picked uptake bag and waved it, spare hand rubbing your thigh, “But, you’re still here.”

“$30 and a kiss from little sweets over there.” Eddie couldn't stop the laugh from the jocks confidence. You were still mindlessly playing with your hands on the table. With the mental knowledge of someone talking to you, you looked up with your normal small smile. And just as men typically were, he took your politeness for flirting. He winked at you “Always wondered if quiet girls were really the biggest-”

Eddie practically booted the kids shins under the table, and with his typical devilish smile ,he spoke sternly “$40, half, take it or leave it.”

“A whole ounce.”

“70.”

“Thats fucking ridiculous-”

“You’re still sat down.” Steve butted in, grabbing everyone attention. His tone matched his patience: growing short. The whole time, Steve’s feet were still knitted in yours and Eddie’s thumb still rubbing your thigh.

Eddie began waving the bag again. “My time is running out. Are you buying or not?”

“Thought time was fake- or whatever bullshit you said.”

You pitted the boys attempt to be smart. “Relative.” with a straight face, you corrected him, nocking your feet into Steves, and hand going Eddies on your tight.

“She speaks.” His tone is condescending as he stretched forward and put the $70 in your hands “And it’s cute too.”

But just as his hands reached yours, Steve was quick to stand too. He pulled the buyer back down into his seat with a rough hand to the back of his jacket. But the money and sentence already in the air.

You propped your hand up, the money between your fingers. Eddie grabbed it, tossing the bag to the jock in one swift movement. “Don’t need to tell you how to roll, do I?” It was tongue in cheek, but that was the Munson humour.

“Fuck off, Munson.”

Eddie laughed and waved a bashful goodbye - batting his eyes again. “Bye baby! See you next week!”

The jocks turns back around to lunge at the metalhead. But Steve is up again in no time, hand on his chest - a pointed stare and cocked brow follow. The jock huffed at his match. Steve learnt he could do more with looks then he could his words.

The three of you back sitting, the air is a little tense. Both boys knew how you could get with unsolicited opinions. After a beat, “Ew men.” You announced, along with a short stiff laugh and pretend shudder. The boys met you with a joint head shake as they looked at you knowingly. “You two ready to go, or do I need to endure that again?” There was a tone to your voice that they know all too well - a faint wobble sitting under it.

“Y/n..” Steve was quiet, voice laced in care, his hands grazed yours as you stood.

“C’mon” You’re over compensating for a familiar feeling you tell is bubbling. “I've got a date with 2 studs, a sofa and a rom com. and I do not intend to be late.” You’d hoisted yourself up and out of the bench, walking back into the forest, arms and hands emphasising and filling in the gaps your tone failed to deliver.

On the walk back to the van, Eddie had an arm over you, rubbing your arm. Steve stayed behind you both, just looking. Eddie was rambling something quiet to you but Steve could only hear your brain ticking over.

With the 3 of you in the van, you fell into a comfortable silence. You could feel your breathing was more pointed. You’d desperately tried to stop your knees jumping slightly. But that alone confirmed to Steve you weren't relaxed.

He looked over to you, only seeing the side of your face: tense brows, rolled in lips, eyes dotting between the outside structures, pupils focused on your inner monologue. Oh what he’s pay to wipe the look of your face. You card a hand through your hair, tugging it a little.

Steve knew he was right when your breath got heavier. “Heyyy” it was a quiet, loving sigh. At the lack of active knowledgement, you were pulled into his chest, the comfort of Steve let you drop. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, it was uncomfortable but it never couldn't distracted you enough from the sobs that fell. Loud, breathless weeping. It sounds painful, like you've experienced heartbreak, murder, everything awful.

The sound made Eddie zone back in, the sight of you clinging to one of your boyfriends, face lost in his neck, his hands rubbing your back wasn't exactly what he wanted to see. “Wow, hey hey hey” Steve tried reassuring, Eddie put his hand is on your thigh - doing what he can.

you just wept. Steve felt you getting hot, felt you shake, felt you tense. The sobs were mixed with gasps. ones that aren't refilling your lungs. At the sound of that, Ed opened his window the full way, pulling over on a random street. hand now on your back, “Can you look at me, bunny?” His voice wasn't big and loud.

You shook your head, but moved so you werere in-between your legs, hunched over. Eddie and Steve share a look. Oh no. --- I know. Abruptly, Ed got out, made his way to Steves side, and opened the door to lean over him and put a hand on your shoulder blades, “C’mon, let’s get some air.” Your reply was harder, heavier, louder sobs. They were akin to like muffled screams at this point.

“Hey, baby, no, c’mon.” Steve’s hand was the back of Eddies, adding a small amount of pressure to try ground you. “C’mon, listen to Ed.” The two of them sat patiently listening to your wailing, frowned upon their feature as they watched you, waiting for something to change.

You sat up, elbows on your knees, face in your hands. The sobs were no longer screams but hearty nonetheless. “That’s it,” It was a huff but more a loving one than an angry one, the Ex Jock leaned in to undo your seat belt, moving your arms around so your untangled form it. “You gotta come stand outside.”

When you shake your head, sobbing more, Steve’s heart broke. Having you in tears over the voices in your head wasn’t a new experience for them both. They were verteraines for your sobs and panic attacks. But they’d vow no matter how often exposed, it never got easier.

Pulling you into his chest, he began stroking through your hair, “Oh baby.” Though talking to you, he was looking at and talking at Eddie. The others face was breaking, he had a sad expression.

Steve’s expression the same, he tried again “Please try for us. C’mon we’ll get up together.” You give in and struggle out. Thankful for his chivalry, Eddie natural holds his arms out to guide you both.

They both big guys. Steve, you would say was wide - dense maybe. At no point was a bone felt on him and he was a force to be wrecked with. Eddie. He was on a league of his own. Someone you expect to be a stick ,was just big. In all aspects; big bones, big build, big hands. big big big.

There was a noticeable different feel when you got huddled into the latters chest. You were suffocated, lost, buried. His big shoulders huddling over you, protecting you. You knew that as your knees buckled and the sobs wept again, he’d catch you. And that he did.

“Lets take this off, yeah?” In reference to the jacket and your blistering body heat. “You’re a little warm aren't you?” You nodded - almost like a brainless child. He also held your hair up off your neck, blowing air on your forehead. anything to cool and calm you down. The felling was tickling you causing a little laughed to slip.

“Thats it, welcome back.”

When you let go of Eddie your knee wobbled slightly, Steve was there a hand on your back in a flash. There was the familiar embarrassment surrounding you. Looking a the floor, balls of your hands wiping your eye as your groaned, “God that was gross”

“No, talk to us...” Steve was leaning against the van, hands on his hips. Even though his stance was domineering, his tone and facial expression was so full of love you felt nauseous.

You were airy, out of it and nickered. Looking up at your boys, you airy laughed at your expense. “Jesus.” Eddie smiled at you. You moved to fann out your t-shirt, now a sweaty mess. “It’s so dumb.”

Talking through a smoke, The metalhead started, “Absolutely not. Yaknow what is dumb though?” There was a pause as he took a drag, “Fucker gave me $100! agh gotta love rich bastards!” He closes with a daydreamy laugh, cut off quickly with “No offence, Stevie”

You laughed at that, Steve eyed his man, “None taken, trailer trash.” Eddie eyed him back before directing the conversation back.

“Wanna talk? Or are we cutting into the two studs and sofa time?” His tone matched Steve’s previous: the love nausea was back.

You laugh again, they were small laughs but laughs nonetheless. “It’s dumb bu-” You began, you’d leant by now that you could say anything and the two would never judge you.

“Nahum” through the fag again, “$100 is dumb. your feelings, not.”

“Anyway” It was dramatically spoken, “My point” Steve moved over to put his arm around you, “It’s weird, the kissing remarks didn’t bother me - i’m used to that stuff. But like, the comments on how I act high-” the boys knew you struggled letting go of control at the best of times. It sunk for them then. “I just started, like, seeing myself from a third person, and get really embarrassed and-” You did a as-you-can-see type gesture

Eddie smiled, “You’re a lot easier to handle high than him.” He pointed at Steve. You both squinted at him, he explained, pointing his cigarette between you both ”Have you ever had to drag a pure bred Harrington up a hill at 3 am when he’s smoked his body weight? no? didnt think so? I've lugged lighter bears in my time.” The small story made you both laugh. Munson ad his dramatics.

“Sorry? I don’t recall you being any easier. Darling, he once stood in my kitchen eating soup from a saucepan, while cooking pasta and snacking through my cupboards. All while telling me about how he believes d&d id based off real life - which by the way, didn’t get a single word of.”

“Oh sorry Mr I'd-rather-go-dancing-nude-outside-then-get-the-munchies-like-a-normal-person.”

“You really put you and normal in the same sentence?”

Their comical bickering had you chuckling into Steves chest.

Eddie threw the fag out, “Sweetheart, you and your little giggle fits are a piece of piss! I’d much rather see you laughing your ass off for a few hours than deal with him.”

“Or, when you sit n talk to your bears-”

“Steve!” You cut him off almost instantly but weren’t quick enough.

You noticed Eddies eyebrows fly into his fringe, “Wo-ho-ho-ho do tell.” He has had stupid playful smirk on.

“You said you wouldn’t tell him!” You grumbled in Steves chest, rolling in it to hopefully get close enough you’d fall inside, but he stood proudly above you, laughing.

“Nah-ah-a don’t do that to me, sweetheart.” Eddie pulled your out and twirling you around, “You’re so cute, youre gonna kill me.” The compliment fell like Ana after thought, as thought it slipped out from his accidentally. You blushed nonetheless, “Did they have anything juicy to share?”

“shut up-” Embarrassed, you shoved him off you. Eddie’s warm laughter grew; he pulled you back in for a quick kiss.

“You feeling better?” The mood serious again, you just grumbled into his chest “Don’t like it when you cry.”

“im sorry.” There was a flat smile as you looked up to Eddie.

“Absolutely not.” You both turn at the sound of Steve. Who was stood with his hands on his hips again, “You’ve got nothing to apologise for. Ain’t your fault, ain’t anyones.” He looked over at Eddie there, knowing that mans brain better than him sometimes. “And apparently you’ve got a date or something to get it?” You giggle, snuggling into Eddie more.

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disenchantingwrites · 1 year

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'86, Baby • E.M + S.H

Author's own fix-it imagine with a polyship of Steddie.

Steve Harrington x GN!Reader x Eddie Munson

A/N: another pull from my ao3 account while I finish up some others after slightly procrastinating.

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"Eddie, don't you dare." You glared at the male still in the Upside Down, but your worry took over as your hands gripped the makeshift rope. Tears welled in your eyes, but Eddie stared back with that stupid dopey smile, one he reserved when he was about to do something risky that he knew you would disapprove of. "Eddie,please."

"Eddie!" Dustin shouted from beside you, his voice cracking as he also realised what the metalhead was doing. "Eddie!"

"Don't be stupid!" You wished you could do something, but you felt impotent as you watched your boyfriend sliced the sheets, and they fell to the mattress at your feet. A sob slipped past your lips as he took a look back to the door on his side. "Eddie, please."

In a matter of seconds, Eddie was gone from your sight, and you were left staring up at the floor of his Upside Down trailer, both you and Dustin still helplessly calling for him. You cursed, throwing your makeshift spear across the room. The loud clatter made Dustin jump, and you sent him an apologetic look. You could both hear the screeching of the Demo-Bats, now further away from the trailer. Then you turned. Your eyes landed on a chair, and a thought leapt into your head.

"Dustin, help me move the mattress." You grabbed the chair and pulled it closer, letting Dustin know of your plan. He hesitated, but only for a second, and then the two of you were moving the stained-sheet-covered mattress out of the space you needed. "I'll go first, okay." You grabbed a lighter and rummaged through a few cupboards until you found some alcohol. "Give me the spear."

Dustin grabbed the makeshift weapon and passed it to you. You seized a tea towel from the counter and haphazardly wrapped it around the end, only caring that it was secure enough. Dustin could only watch as you gripped your weapon tighter and then threw it into the gate, followed by the alcohol as you shoved the lighter into your pocket.

"Watch out," you muttered, stepping back.

Dustin moved to the side as you moved to the beginning of the hallway. You let out a soft breath, your focus solely on your objective, saving Eddie. Saving one of the men you loved with your whole heart. Your fists clenched as you took a running start at the chair, barely lifting your leg onto it before you used the surface of the seat to propel you upward. Your fingers somehow managed to get a grip on the sides of the gate, and you used all your strength to push yourself upward, allowing the gravity of the mirroring dimension to pull you to the dark trailer's floor. You let out a soft cry as you landed. A sharp pain shot through your, luckily, non-dominant hand, and you looked up at Dustin for just a split second. He had a determined look on his face you were sure mirrored your own.

You gathered your things and moved away as you noticed Dustin prepared to copy you. And he did, almost as well as you. Only, much to your horror, the younger boy hurt his leg in his fall. But he brushed your aid off, pressing on to find his club leader. Your boyfriend. And you hastily followed him, dousing the cloth in some alcohol as you both rushed to the tornado of creatures not far from the trailer.

You could hear Eddie's cries. Your heart wrenched at the thought of him being hurt. His screams of agony tore at your eardrums, a cacophony of the worst noises you would probably ever hear.

But it only made you more pissed off with everything going on.

"Dustin, shield!" You shouted, the lighter out of your pocket and lighting the alcohol-soaked cloth-covered spear within moments.

Your breathing was loud, even among the villainous noises of the Demo-Bats; your blood was pumping in your ears almost deafeningly. Your eyes flicked to any bats coming toward you, and you slashed at them with your flaming weapon. You and Dustin stood almost back-to-back, fully intent on protecting the man that lay at your feet.

And then...

Nothing.

The collapse of the creatures happened in seconds, and it took only a matter of minutes before you were on the ground, your weapons discarded, both you and Dustin staring down at the man that had almost died. You pulled his head to your lap, the fingers of your aching hand in his hair as tears fell down your cheeks. You were sure once you looked into a mirror, you would have tracks carved through the dirt and grime, which Eddie would find a way to tease you about.

"You're okay, Eddie," Dustin whimpered, finally allowing himself to express his emotions. You noticed his hands pressing on the wounds on Eddie's torso, and you sucked in a sharp breath. "The others defeated Vecna. We can get you out of here. Get you to a hospital."

You could only nod at Dustin's words. Your lips quivered as you held back your own sobs. And then Eddie's hand moved to your face, his thumb brushing under your eye, a faint smile on his face as his dark eyes stared into yours. Those eyes that had pulled you in from the very moment you saw him were so warm and comforting despite their darkness.

"I didn't run away his time, right?" You could only smile at him. You placed your forehead against his, chuckles that could be heard as sobs escaped your mouth.

"No," you whispered. Dustin's broken chorus of "no"s filled your ears as well, only adding to the relieved look on Eddie's face. "You didn't."

"And I'm alive," Eddie let out a soft laugh, only to groan in pain. You shot him a worried look, but he waved you off.

"You didn't run," you nodded, "and you still lived."

"It's a goddamn miracle," Dustin added, earning bemused looks from you and Eddie.

"You're gonna look after all those little sheep for me, right?" Eddie now turned his head Dustin's way.

You could only watch as Dustin's face fell, eyes brimming with tears. Your heart jerked as panic settled in you, and you suddenly had a moment of doubt about Eddie's wellbeing. Dustin taking Eddie's other hand didn't reassure you.

"No," he could only whimper.

"Say 'I'm going to look after them'."

"I'm--" Dustin's voice cracked, and he took a deep breath. His voice trembled as he uttered his following words. "I'm going to look after them."

"Right," Eddie gave him a short nod. "Cause this is gonna be my year." He grinned broadly, in true Eddie fashion, as he squeezed Dustin's hand. "I'm going to graduate."

"'86?" You uttered. Eddie hummed.

"That's right," he glanced at you. "'86, Baby."

"We better get him back." Your head lifted to focus on Dustin. The younger male looked at you, his tears halted, for now, and gave you a definite nod. "Then I suppose we can only pray the others can get back here."

"They will," Dustin spoke, his voice solid, shocking you with how serious his tone suddenly turned. "We almost lost Eddie, we won't lose them, too. You can't lose Steve."

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Two Days Later

"Holy shit! Eddie!" You rushed toward the male, your hands coming to his face, much to his apparent surprise. You turned your head to the other, locking onto a certain other male's figure. "Steve!"

The brunet didn't need to be told again, and he dropped the box onto the ground, ignoring the others, and rushed toward the two of you. His hands immediately snaked around you and Eddie, his eyes wide as he gave the metalhead a hasty external examination. Eddie's look of shock morphed into a cocky grin, and he raised a hand from one of his crutches to tousle Steve's hair.

"Missed me that badly, Sweetheart?" Steve could only roll his eyes at Eddie's teasing.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital or something?" Steve queried. You and Eddie both noticed that his eyes held a heavy look of relief behind the expression of worry and scolding. The three of you shuffled back, realising the others were probably watching you. Eddie let out a soft snort.

"Everyone still thinks I murdered them, even with what you guys did to prove my innocence--hey... what did you do?"

You waved him off, sharing a glance with Steve. It was something for another time. Too complex for right now with everything else going on. "Not now, Eddie," you smiled, then moved forward to hug him again. "You, sir, need rest. Kick your feet up before your inevitable graduation. And don't you dare look at me and tell me you won't, because you can damn well believe I'm going to make sure you graduate."

Steve and Eddie shared a moment of silence, their eyes connecting in surprise. Then Eddie turned back to you. He nudged you gently with his hand. "'86, right, baby?"

A soft sigh left your lips, and you could only nod. "'86, Eddie."

"If you three are done with your little reunion," the three of you turned your heads, you and Steve looking sheepishly at Robin, "can you come and help with these boxes. We've still got to get them to the school."

Eddie leaned towards you and Steve, a frown set upon his lips. "What's happening at the school?"

"Temporary relief shelter," Steve replied.

"The earthquake from the Upside Down left a lot of people homeless and a lot of people... died," you gulped as you said the last word. Eddie's gaze shot towards you, then Steve, then the group. A thick feeling hung in the air.

"Can I... can I come with you guys?" He queried. You nodded, and your lips quirked at the corners. "Cool. And, um," Eddie cleared his throat, his hand lifting to point at the individuals who you only then remembered Eddie had never met, "who the hell are those guys?"

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One Week Later

Your hand resided on Steve's, whose fingers stayed tangled in Eddie's hair. The three of you were in your own little triangle group in your living room, sitting among the more extensive group of small groups. There was Dustin's original party of him, Luke, Mike and Will, with El among them; Nancy sat with Jonathan and Argyle, who you believed had not been sober the entire time you'd seen him. And then there was Vickie with Robin, with the latter shooting you and Steve wide-eyes glances whenever Vickie wasn't looking. You could tell Eddie was itching for something, some high now he was out of adrenaline and hospital drugs to make him feel okay, something to make him forget about his experiences and his current pain. But he didn't stop watching the movie you'd put on, nor did he actually make a move to have a smoke or ask Argyle if he had anything.

"Eddie," you whispered, leaning down to his ear. He hummed, barely tossing you a glance. "Eddie, did you want to go?"

Steve glanced between the two of you. His mouth morphed into a frown. It only deepened when Eddie finally shifted his head towards your worried face and replied with short but vigorous nods. You and Steve helped him from the floor, where he insisted on sitting despite both your and Steve's objections, and the three of you travelled upstairs to your bedroom, allowing your boyfriend to fall into the comfort of your duvet haphazardly tossing his crutches away. Eddie let out a long sigh, running his ring-clad hand over his face.

"You good?" Steve questioned, moving to take the place beside your, plural, boyfriend. Eddie let out a low grumble that only had negative interpretations.

There was a moment of silence. Then you and Steve shared a look. You could only worry about Eddie, considering how new he was to it all, how little time he had to adjust, and how you were sure Chrissy's death had traumatised him, and then how stressed Eddie was because he had to hide from the entire town of bloodthirsty individuals. You didn't have to think about how much he'd been tossed through or guess; you knew it. His anguish because of everything was evident just in his eyes.

"Did you want some time alone?" You spoke, voice small, cautious.

"No, no," Eddie's words came out almost like a plea. He raised his head just enough to look at you and Steve, eyebrows turned up, eyes wide. "I, uh, I--Can you stay? Ireallydon't want to be alone right now."

"Yeah, yeah," Steve was quick to reassure him, leaning down to kiss his forehead, his hand taking Eddie's. "We'll stay here with you, for as long you want."

You traipsed toward them and perched on the edge of your bed, gaze flicking between the pair. You held a soft smile on your lips as you observed them. Despite the three of you being one, the different pairings between you held something different. You and Eddie, chaos personified, eager to talk and listen when one of you went on a tangent about something you liked. You and Steve were calmer when you were together, you read, and he could sit and watch you for hours. Steve and Eddie were like two polar opposites, but they were tender with each other and a perfect 'parent' pairing to the kids.

Eddie's hand taking yours alerted you to the fact they were both staring at you. You could only smile to yourself at having been lost in your own thoughts, blissfully unaware of them.

"What'cha thinking about?" Eddie cooed, a curious look directed towards you.

"Not much," you replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Stuff and things. The fact that I love you both and I never, ever want you to scare me like that again."

Eddie let out a weak laugh, wincing. But he brushed off the directed stares of concern from you and Steve. "I love you too. And Scouts honour and that shit."

"You didn't even do scouts," Steve sighed. Eddie could only reply with narrowed eyes turned toward him. Then Steve's eyes flicked up to you. "I love you, too. Both of you, I guess."

"Don't say I guesswhen you include me, Harrington!" Eddie faked a gasp of hurt. He clutched a hand over his chest, the one in Steve's grasp, and stared bug-eyed at the brunet. "Words hurt, you know?"

"You'll live," Steve scoffed.

You let out a laugh at the pair's antics. Their mock bickering made everything feel slightly saner again, a comfort in the scene you'd longed for. For that moment, in that room with Eddie and Steve, everything felt okay again. You thought that, perhaps, Eddie had predicted the future. 1986 was going to be your year, his year, Steve and everyone else's. The rest of it, at least. 1987 would be a different story, but for the remainder of this year, you refused to believe anything else would happen. You would only accept the solace of the arms of Eddie and Steve. Nothing could change it.

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ficswjackson · 19 days

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hi ! so first post here & i wanted to look to find other accounts ( like mine ) that i can talk fanfiction with ! i do not want to annoy people - but i would love some tumblr fic sharing friends 😇 i am also learning how to effectively share the posts i love.

these are some of my new ( & old favourite ) authors I have found on here !!

@ellecdc - i absolutely adore her writing ! one of my new favourite fics & i am slowly working my way through their polymarauders! fics. i will happily indulge in any polymarauders! fic writers. i love love love their remus & regulus fics !!

@empress-simps - another polymarauders! writer !! but also writes for separate marauders as well. i love their protective sirius fics & i am slowly working my way through their fics 🤭

@moonstruckme - omg okay. i love love love their writing. i think i have read every polymarauders! fic they have posted at least three times. i love love them so much, beautiful beautiful writing. constantly giggling when i interact with their fics. but they also post my new obsession, steddie !! i have now starting reading all of their fics & i love it.

@himegureisu - sev fics !! despite absolutely loving him, i have not really gone into the fandom ( most people present him in a really creepy way ) but omg. i love the way that they write him & i have taken a deep dive into their account to find all the sev fics. i love them all sm. such a great sev writer.

@headkiss - i love love their writings about hotch. honestly it makes me so happy to read it. i need to go back and read all of their fics on this account. it is beautiful. also didn’t realise they wrote about steve *running back to their account*

these are some of my favourite writers, currently & omg they need so much appreciation | i love them & the way they write the characters.

- j 🌙

#favourite fic writers #poly!marauders x reader #aaron hotch x reader #remus x reader #steddie #oh i love them #spreading the love #fic appreciation

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veryberryjelly · 7 months

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𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years

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I’m thinkin abt a Who’s Better At Giving Head contest w poly!Steddie :(( both of them shoving eachother, batting shoulders, begging to have another go so you can choose who’s best at eating you out :(( Steve trying to pull Eddie back by his hair bc it’s his turn now but it only makes Eddie work harder :(( Eddie trying to distract Stevie bc calling him big boy and wrapping his fingers round Stevie’s cock :((

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Knowing you write for steddie x reader changes everything for me. I love them and they deserve the world. Plus you do every character so much justice I love how you write them. Maybe reader and Steve supporting Eddie at one of his shows? Or Eddie and Reader helping Steve network at an event? Or Steve and Eddie taking care of a drunk Reader after having a "girls night" with Robin and Nancy?

Love your writing and hope you have an amazing Valentines day! 💝 🍫🎀🌹💐

Thanks for requesting gorgeous! Hope your valentine's was amazing too <33

cw: effects of alcohol + weed

poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

When Steve gets back home, you’re sitting on the floor of the kitchen drinking water out of a bowl with a half empty bag of bread beside you.

“Jesus,” he says. “This looks kinda pathetic, don’t you think?”

Eddie, sitting on the counter while he monitors you, shrugs. “All our cups are dirty.”

“She didn’t want to sit on the couch or something?”

“No, she said—”

“The floor’s really important right now,” you say gravely.

Eddie nods. “I kind of get it.”

Steve huffs a laugh, squatting beside you. “How’s it going, honey?”

“M’not feeling fabulous,” you mumble, your voice echoing around the inside of the bowl. “Are Nancy and Robs okay?”

“Yeah, they’re good,” he says. “They’re home safe.” He peers into the bowl when you lower it for a second. You’ve almost drained it. He has to hand it to Eddie; purposefully or not, his bowl scheme has gotten you to drink a good amount of water. “Neither of them would tell me what you guys got up to, though.”

You’ve just raised the bowl to drink again, and you giggle into your little cavern.

Eddie, feeling left out, hops down from the counter and takes up a position on your other side. “Ooh, that sounds like trouble.” He nudges your shoulder with his, squinting at you deviously. “What’d you do, huh?”

You set the bowl down, finished. “Nothing,” you say smugly.

Eddie leans around you to shoot Steve a look, and he rolls his eyes at the showy intrigue in it.

“Let me guess,” his boyfriend drawls. “You went to that biker bar downtown?”

You shake your head but realize your mistake halfway through, frowning at yourself. “M’not gonna say anything.”

“That’s no fun! Come on, did you all get secret matching tattoos?”

You press your lips together. Ignore the eyebrow Steve raises at you.

“Did you go skinny dipping in the river? Go to a strip club?” Eddie gasps, expression morphing into one of scandal like your face has revealed anything more than a growing amusement at his theories. “Oh my god, you worked a strip club! Baby, you should’ve told us, Stevie and I would’ve tipped you good if we’d been invited.”

“Quit it.” You go to pinch Eddie’s side. He stops you with a hand on your wrist and a delighted grin. “M’not telling you yes or no to anything, so don’t bother.”

“Alright,” Steve says at the mischievous look in his boyfriend’s brown eyes, “you ready for bed?”

Instantly, your good mood slips away. “No,” you say, almost pleading. “M’too dizzy, I can’t go to bed like this.”

Eddie’s coo sounds how Steve feels. He stands while his boyfriend kisses sympathetically at your cheek, reaching down for you. “That’s alright,” he promises. “Let’s just brush teeth for now, okay? We’ll give you some time to sober up.”

It takes some help from Eddie on the floor to get you up, but soon Steve has his arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to his side as he all but carries you to the bathroom. He hears Eddie moving around in the kitchen, cleaning up your small mess, and takes the opportunity to lean in to whisper, “Okay, are you really not going to tell me how you got like this?”

You groan, head lolling onto his shoulder. “You’re gonna think it’s so uncool.”

Steve laughs quietly. “C’mon, babe. You’ve got the D&D master in there, and then a guy who probably peaked in high school. Are you really worried about what we think is cool?”

“Yes,” you mutter, but sigh in defeat as he leans you against the bathroom counter, getting your toothbrush ready for you. “Fine. We didn’t even go out. We just stayed in Nancy’s basement.”

He feels his eyebrows go up. “I thought you guys were going to go to the bars.”

“We were, but Robin brought us brownies to eat before we left, and…and she didn’t tell me what was in them until I’d already had two.”

“Oh,” Steve realizes, “you’re high, huh?”

“I had a bit to drink before that, too,” you say miserably. You take the toothbrush from him, all but shoving it into your mouth.

“You’re crossed?” Steve gives a little laugh, scrubbing his hand up and down your arm sympathetically. Your skin is pleasantly warm, and you lean into his touch like his hands are molding you that way. “Shit, that sucks.”

“We didn’t even get to go out because of me,” you lament around a mouthful of toothpaste. You’re starting to sound a bit teary. “And I threw up in Nancy’s bathroom.”

Steve tries to look like he’s taking this seriously, but it’s hard to keep the amusement from his tone. “You couldn’t have known, you know?” He crosses his arms, watching as you scrub the inside of your mouth like you’re trying to rid yourself of this entire night. “Robs should have told you earlier. Christ, no wonder you seemed so much more fucked up than either of them.”

“What’s going on?” Eddie leans against the doorway.

“She’s crossed,” Steve says.

“Steve!” You spit your toothpaste in the sink and look up at him, betrayed. “You’re such a nark!”

“Aw, baby.” Steve really doesn’t know why you ever wanted to keep this a secret from Eddie. He’ll tease you more for it, sure, but he’ll also baby you way more than Steve ever would. And predictably, you eat it up, responding to his tone with a cute pout. “This is your first time being high, isn’t it?”

You nod pitifully. “I didn’t even mean to,” you warble, eyes looking dangerously wet. “It was an accident.”

Eddie crosses the distance to you in two long strides, wrapping his arms around your middle so your back is pressed to his front. “Poor thing,” he coos. “You were tricked, huh?”

“She was,” Steve says, somewhat crossly. “Robin’s gonna hear it when I see her tomorrow, don’t worry.”

“No, Steve!” Your boyfriend sticking up for you only seems to worsen your upset. You turn your glassy eyes on him, reaching for his hand. “You can’t tell, please! S’a girls’ night secret, you’re not supposed to know.”

Steve softens. He can play tough, but he’s never been any match for you when you make your eyes all big and sad like that. He’ll give you anything you want.

“I dunno,” Eddie says, “I think we should go egg her house.”

Steve grins, but you blanch.

“No,” you protest urgently, clearly missing the humor in his voice.

“Alright, alright.” Steve tugs your hand toward him, soothing his palm up the inside of your wrist. “We won’t tell, honey.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but they’re full of fondness as he stamps a kiss on your cheek to show his agreement. “Do you want to sit in bed until you feel okay enough to go to sleep?”

The worry clears from your expression, replaced by something almost approaching shyness. “Yes, please,” you say, sinking into Eddie’s hold. “You guys can go to sleep though, if you want.”

“Oh, no way,” Eddie says, keeping you securely in his hold as he starts to walk you towards the bedroom. “It’s your first time being high, baby! I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

You grin like he’s silly, but when your unsteady gaze lands on Steve it’s tentative.

“We’re not just gonna leave you awake by yourself,” he agrees. “We’ll stay up however long you need us to.”

“Exactly,” Eddie says. “Okay, tell me everything going through your head right now. Do you kind of feel like you’re watching a TV show through your own eyes?”

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