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theonewiththefanfics · 2 years

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Ten Things I Like About You (one-shot)

Synopsis: There is one rule for Y/N to accept Jason Carver's advances: if he wants to go out with her, the jock has to name ten things he likes about the resident 'Freak'Eddie Munson. Can he do it?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, Jason being a dick as usual, nothing else I can think of (minimally edited)

Genre: fluff mainly

Word count: 3085

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Y/N Y/L/N was an enigma at Hawkins High. Not unpopular by any means, but didn’t run directly in with the ‘it’ crowd either. She was friends or at least friendly with most of the cliques, but even with the ones she didn’t interact with, she didn’t bully or look down on them, simply coexisted without any problems. Eddie thought it was probably why he’d started to crush on the girl.

Typically, she’d be sitting by the cheerleader table, her and the Queen of Hawkins High Chrissy Cunningham being as thick as thieves unless Nancy Wheeler had taken some time off from their newspaper to come and eat a bit, but starting from a couple of months ago, from time to time, he’d find the girl by his Hellfire Club table. She wouldn’t bother them, wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t even look at them, simply sat down and started to push around the sludge-like mashed potatoes or scrutinize the way-too-orange looking mac‘n’cheese on her plate.

At first, Eddie wanted to snark at her, wanted to tell her to get lost, but the day Y/N had first taken a seat at the far end of their table, he’d noticed how she’d closed her eyes for a moment, took in a deep breath and exhaled. And then, when she did open her eyes – it was like a giant boulder had come off her shoulders. And he understood it. Maybe not exactly what or why she felt that way, but he did, and Eddie’d be damned if it didn’t make his heart skip a beat at the thought, she felt safe around him and his bunch, safe enough to let down her guard like that.

Slowly it had become a routine. Seemingly whenever Y/N had too much of something, she’d take a now unofficially assigned seat at the right end of their table and just sit there. She’d throw them a small smile and a wave, then pull out her Walkman and put the headphones on, disconnecting her from the surrounding world, and Eddie had sort of taken it upon himself to make sure Y/N enjoyed her forty minutes of peace unbothered. Maybe he’d sometimes let Robin Buckley or Chrissy take her out of the zen state, but for anyone else, Eddie would give the most menacing and crazy look he could muster, so the person tucked their tail between their legs and turned the other way, leaving the girl alone.

This was one of those days where Y/N needed to get away from the crowd, it seemed, as Eddie watched how her shoulders and back tensed more and more with every second the guys from the basketball team spoke around her while she sat next to Chrissy, before something in her snapped. She placed a gentle palm on the other girl’s hand, squeezed it and stood up, taking her food tray with her, as well as her book bag.

Loud “oh, come on, Y/N!” followed her, but she didn’t even look back, rather gritted her teeth so as to seemingly not let out whatever it was, she wanted to actually say.

With a deep sigh, she dropped the bag on the ground, and a bit more carefully placed the red plastic tray on the table as to not let the questionable meal of the day slip off.

She was wearing a pair of light baggy jeans, some graphic tee of an obscure-looking indie movie printed on, tucked behind the waistband and cinched with a black belt while a knitted patchwork cardigan kept her warm in the still somewhat cool spring winds.

Y/N looked comfortable, and that was also one of the things Eddie liked about her. She didn’t really follow the newest fashion trends. Sure, her clothes were mostly styled in a way that reflected whatever was in at that moment, but she did it in her own way. Eddie was pretty much sure, he’d seen that cardigan on her all throughout high school. She didn’t hide behind clothes to create a persona, she used that and make-up, or on some days none of it, to enhance who she already was.

“Shit,” Y/N muttered under her breath, bringing Eddie out from his thoughts as her fork clattered below the table.

Grumbling, she put her Walkman away to lean down and grab it, but the freshman Mike, who’d Eddie had recruited for the D&D club, beat her to it.

“Here,” the boy mumbled, and Y/N flashed him a grateful smile.

“Thanks. But I probably should get a new one. I don’t think I’m brave enough to put anything in my mouth that’s touched the cafeteria floor. Don’t want to be the cause of the new Black Plague or some shit.” She snorted. “Besides, I’ve made it to the end of my senior year. It’d be quite pathetic to kick the bucket like a couple of months before that.”

“Not as pathetic as repeating the senior year, over and over again,” Eddie chuckled from the head of the table, but Y/N didn’t laugh along with him at his self-deprecating joke.

“Just because someone’s not academically skilled, doesn’t mean they’re pathetic.” She was frowning. “I’ve heard you play, Eddie. You’re amazing. I have no doubt that when you get out of this hellhole, you’ll do big things. Just… just don’t give up yet, don't write yourself off like that.”

Eddie was one hundred percent sure he was blushing like a madman, but the soft smile she gave him made his heart soar at her kind words, let alone at the fact she had heard him play and had said he was talented. The man was just about ready to combust from the love in his chest.

Truth be told, Eddie was also academically inclined, it’s just that whatever the school threw his way couldn’t hold his attention for more than a second. He was excellent at math because of D&D, but when it came to finding the x on a Pythagorean theorem, he was lost because there was no intrigue behind it. He was an amazing storyteller, but his grammar wasn’t the best, and his handwriting was even worse, so most of the time even he couldn’t figure out what he’d written on the page, getting himself a fat D- for the unintelligible scribbles.

“Shit,” Mike muttered, bringing Eddie out from his daydreams and making him look up at the freshman, but his eyes were trained somewhere over Y/N’s shoulder.

Slowly he followed as she glanced backwards, and groaned as they noted Jason Carver walking up the Hellfire table, the whole club growing stiff and frowns etching themselves onto their faces.

“Not one single day of fucking peace,” Y/N mumbled under her breath and rolled her eyes.

“You okay?” Eddie leaned closer to her over the table. “Just give the word and I’ll tell him to fuck right off from here. I have no problems making a scene.”

“No.” She sighed, stabbing the fork into the food with a ferocity, Eddie could only imagine it was someone’s face. Hopefully that someone's that was sauntering their way. “Don’t. The shit he does and says to you is bad enough, so please don’t add any fuel to the fire on my account. Sorry, by the way.” She grimaced. “For all of that.”

Eddie shook his head. “It’s not like you’re saying those things, which by the way, thank you.”

Y/N frowned even more. “You shouldn’t be thanking me for being a decent person. Fuck how low has the bar gotten exactly?”

His snort made her lips quirk up in a smile, but all of it was wiped away when Jason cleared his throat.

For a moment she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, as if gathering her self-composure, before turning around in her seat with a raised brow. “Can I help you, Carver?”

“I just - uh - look.” Jason gave Y/N the most charming smile he could muster. “I know the guys can be a lot with the teasing, but I actually came here to say that honestly maybe we should do it, you know...”

She looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Should what?”

“Go on that date. I mean I think we’d look pretty cute together.”

“Yes, well, some people think hairless mole rats are cute, but you don’t really argue about taste,” Y/N deadpanned and once again Eddie snorted.

Jason threw him a scalding glare. “Something funny, freakshow?”

“Carver,” she snapped. “Seriously?”

The basketball player’s hands balled into fists, but it seemed like he knew throwing a punch at Eddie would be completely counterproductive. “Okay, look.” He averted his eyes to Y/N. “Can you just come back and sit with us? At least away from… them? I know that all of this,” he gestured towards the Hellfire Club. “Is just an act, okay. I know you’re trying to play hard to get, but at least do it with someone of your own status.”

“My own status? Who the fuck do you think we are?” the girl scoffed. “This is high school, Jason, not the Queen’s court.”

“This shit’ll follow you after high school, Y/N.” Jason looked up and down at Eddie as if he was vermin. “I’m just trying to help you make the right choices.”

Honestly, Eddie wasn’t even listening to what the asshole was saying as he watched in fascination as a plan developed in her head.

“You know what, Jason, you are right,” she said. “I will go out on a date with you, and I will never talk to anyone at this table. In fact, I'll never even walk past here again.”

Well, there went any chance Eddie had.

“If…”

Oh.

Y/N’s eyes met his. Eddie gulped, watching her stand up and slowly saunter away. His heart was beating a mile a minute and even though he didn’t have asthma, he was sure this was how an asthma attack felt, breaths coming in shorter and shorter as Y/N stood behind him.

For a second there was non-verbal communication between the two, as Y/N asked with her eyes if he was alright with her touching him, and he gave her a barely-there nod. Then her palms slowly settled on his shoulders before sliding over them and down and down his chest until she had her chin perked in the crook of his neck, her fingers intertwined right below his pecks, and oh, God, Eddie was gonna pass out.

He was desperately trying not to squirm because if there was one place on his body that was ticklish, it was his neck and collarbones area, but Eddie would stay still like the dead if it kept Y/N’s chin on his shoulder.

She was hugging him, her breaths tickling his neck, as his mind whirred, not even able to process any words coming out of her or Jason’s mouth, the rest of the cafeteria background having turned into white noise. All that existed was Y/N’s scent, and her touch, and her body weight pressing against his back and oh god, oh god, oh god.

“ – isn’t that right, Eddie?” Y/N’s voice invaded his ears and he blinked rapidly to get back to reality.

“What?”

“I said a guy should prove himself to a girl before asking her out, right?”

Eddie swallowed, and nodded, his eyes unable to break from Y/N’s gaze. “Right, yeah. Of course. Definitely. One hundred percent.”

“So then.” Y/N looked at Jason. “Don’t you think you’d have to prove to me I wouldn’t waste my time with you?”

Jason had his arms crossed, glaring at Eddie as he sucked on his teeth, probably trying to figure out a hundred different ways as to how to punch in his nose, but reluctantly looked at Y/N.

“Name your price, Y/L/N.”

“You, Jason Carver, have to name ten nice things about Eddie here. And you have to say them like you mean them.”

Jason let out a laugh, and the rest of the gathered basketball team mimicked him. Eddie hadn't even noticed his goons had gathered to watch the spectacle. “What? I meant something I can actually do.”

“I can start.” Y/N shook her head and smiled as if she was oblivious as to what he’d meant. “But obviously you can’t use my examples, you have to come up with your own. For one.” She turned to the side and looked Eddie directly into his eyes. Yep. He was for sure dead. Had to be. Or definitely was going to be because he wasn’t breathing. Was his heart still working? He wasn’t sure. “I absolutely love how you can play the guitar. I think it’s amazing. It takes dedication and skill to keep up with something like that. And well, I’d say it certainly means you’re good with your fingers, which is an added bonus girls definitely appreciate.”

You know what? If lightning struck him then and there, Eddie would be completely fine by it. Was he a massive virgin? Yes, very much so, he’d never even fingered a girl before, but holy shit, he’d play the guitar until his fingertips bled, if what Y/N said was true, especially if that was her opinion.

“Come on, Y/L/N.” Jason let out a chuckle of disbelief, but Eddie could see he was seething underneath, and it was very much so an enjoyable sight. “Stop playing. Tell me what I actually have to do to get you on a date with me and away from these lowlifes.”

Y/N simply shrugged, pressing her cheek against Eddie’s, pouting as she did so. “What do you mean? I already did – name ten nice things about Eddie. It can be about his looks, what he’s good at, how he’s helped someone – anything. Here’s an easy one – his mind is absolutely brilliant. You have to have amazing imagination to come up with such complex Dungeons & Dragons campaign plots, and I think he’d make an amazing novelist if he put those ideas on paper.”

“He’s a freak.” Jason finally snapped, sneering with as much venom as he could muster. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if he actually was a snake underneath that skin and hair gel.

Y/N snorted and straightened out, but her palms remained rested on Eddie’s shoulders and he couldn’t help himself but settle his own over hers. Their fingers intertwined and she squeezed his palm in response. He was in heaven.

“And what, you’re not?” Y/N scoffed. “Jason, you’re obsessed with chasing an orange ball around a court like you’re a fucking dog who needs to hear ‘good boy’ every time you almost put it in the hoop. You think you’re so nice and all when you’re the most judgmental piece of shit I know. I asked you to name just ten nice thing about Eddie, and you couldn’t even pull some bullshit one out of your ass, but I definitely can name ten things I hate about you starting with the fact that you’re so high up your own ass you can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I don’t care about sitting next to you, let alone going on a date with you. The fact that you can’t see beyond your own prejudices, makes me know I did the right choice by telling you to go screw your hand the first time around.”

“You’ll regret this,” Jason sneered. “I’m trying to save you, can’t you see? You’ve been sitting with them so long it’s started to corrupt you.”

She raised her brow. “Will I? Because from my standpoint my future looks pretty a-okay. And saved from what? A fantasy game? You think an elf is gonna chop my head off in the real world? Or some orc's siren-like voice will lure me to my doom? Get a grip, Carver, and get out of my face before I smash it in for you.”

Jason was absolutely seething, his face flushed red while his chest heaved up and down, throwing one final look at Eddie who had a satisfied smirk on his own. “Just you wait, Y/L/N, and you’ll see the true nature of these – these Devil worshippers. And when you do, don’t come crawling back to us.”

“Jason, if you had the last glass of water on earth and I was on fire, I’d rather be consumed by those Hellish flames you’re afraid of than go near you with a ten-foot pole.”

And just to add the cherry on top, just to piss him off even more Eddie wiggled his fingers in a ‘bye-bye’ motion.

For a moment, Jason stammered, clenching and unclenching his fists as if readying himself for a pounce, but even with the whole basketball team behind him, he’d been humiliated by Y/N already, and if Principal Higgins came in to see a brawl, he'd surely believe the girl's version of the story, mainly because Chrissy Cunningham would a hundred percent stand by her best friend.

Eddie was sure he’d pay for her sticking up for him later, and no doubt Jason would find a way to make Y/N’s life a hell, but for now, they celebrated, as Carver turned on his heel and stalked away, the whole of Hellfire erupting in cheers and whoops.

“I’m so in love with you,” Eddie breathed out and Y/N threw her head back in a laugh. He swore it was the most beautiful sound in the world before he realized he’d said his thoughts out loud.

“Yep, and you said that out loud too.” Her smile was blinding, as she took the offered seat at Eddie’s side one of the boys sliding further, instead of retreating to the one at the end of the table. “But it’s okay. I – uh – I kinda like you too. It’s what made putting Jason in his place double the joy.”

Fuck it. It was high-time he shot his shot. “So, if I asked you out on a date would you tell me to go and screw my hand or would you give me a chance?”

She rested her chin on her palm, giving him a coy smile. “Well, can you name ten things you like about me?”

Eddie leaned in closer, their noses almost brushing, wide grins on both of their faces. “Baby I have a whole list – would you like to hear it alphabetically or by the dates I noticed them?”

“Your pick, Eddie.”

By the time he walked that graduation stage and flipped Principal Higgins off, he hadn’t even gotten to B yet as the list was ever growing.

So was hers.

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 21

part 1 | part 20 | ao3

“Right?” Steve asks, scratching his head as he glances back at the door.

“No, I meant you, dingus! What the fuck was that with you?”

Steve feels his face go hot. “What? What do you mean?”

She throws her hands in the air, stomping over so she can get in his face and say, “Don’t ‘what do you mean’ me. Your faces” —she lifts her hands like she’s about to applaud, palms hovering an inch apart— “were like thiiis close to just…”

She claps them together, and Steve feels the blood drain right back out of his face, dread pooling in his gut as she twists her palms this way and that, like two people tilting their heads to kiss deeper. Oh, god. Oh, god. Were they—?

“Mwah,” Robin says helpfully, mashing her hands more tightly together. “Mwah mwah mwah mwah—”

Steve grabs her by the wrist. “Dude. Stop.”

She drops her hands and stares at him — one of those Detective Buckley looks, combing over every inch of his soul for missed clues — and then her mouth does some horribly self-satisfied thing that he hates. “If I didn’t know any better,” she draws, “I’d say someone has a crush.”

I’d say someone has a crush someone has a crush someone has a crush someone has a

Steve’s gonna pass out. The words feel like bile in his brain, acidic and sharp; like puking right after chugging a glass of orange juice. It’s not like he’s—

Look, he knows that he’s— but—

The bell dings. Thank fucking Christ. A big family group, three generations of people talking and laughing and fussing over a baby in a stroller and carrying leftovers from the Italian place down the strip.

Steve sags in relief.

Robin hisses in his ear, “We are so not done talking about this.”

—

He doesn’t want to talk about it.

About Eddie, about the word Robin lobbed at him like a lit bottle rocket, about any of it.

Just thinking about it is giving him a stomach ulcer and a migraine and maybe an aneurysm, too.

He was hoping he made that obvious enough during the last hour of their shift that Robin would just drop it, but that girl has never dropped a single thing in her life. Worse than Nancy, the little bloodhound. Steve saw this documentary once about crocodiles; remembers how they can lock their jaws shut after clamping down on their prey with up to 4000 PSI of pressure.

That’s enough pressure to cut a person’s arm off with a jet of water.

Damn, nature’s cool.

“Steve!”

You know who’s not cool?

“Steve!” Robin hollers again over the song he’s currently blasting to drown her out on the drive home. “Steve, you can’t use ABBA against me like this!”

Steve ignores her protests, responds by shout-singing “DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEN, OOH OOOOOH” at her in his most nasal falsetto because he absolutely can and will use ABBA against her like this, and it works like a charm. He’s pretty sure this song has, like, hypnotic power over her or something, because every time without fail she gives the answering “ooh-oo-oo-ooh-ooh-oooooh” as if on auto-pilot.

“HEY!” she shouts when she realizes what she’s doing. “No sir!” She reaches over and mashes the volume button.

Silence falls over the car. Sucks the air out of Steve’s lungs in the sudden void; his ears adjust slowly, picking up the quiet thrum of the engine, the whispered whoosh of the wind outside. Is he ever going to get used to being kind-of-sort-of-deaf? This shit sucks.

“...Okay, look,” Robin says tentatively. She’s staring at the side of his head, and he keeps his eyes on the road; tightens his grip on the wheel. “We don’t have to talk about you, okay?”

“There’s nothing to talk about with me.”

“Right!” she rushes to agree. Playing along like they don’t both know that’s bullshit. “Totally.”

Steve risks a glance at her. Her expression is earnest, some full-paragraph silent communication like: whatever bathroom-floor-confessional crisis you’re having, we can leave it alone for now. We can let it stay hidden in the dark corners for a little longer; I promise I’ll put my flashlight down.

“Totally,” Steve echoes, nodding at her.

“Okay. Cool. Cool…”

She lets out a long breath, cheeks puffing out as she sits on her hands. Oh, my god, just spit it out. “Can we please talk about him, though?”

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part 22

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brbsoulnomming · 8 months

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 14

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Everyone does end up having to go home. Except him, obviously, and Steve, whose house Eddie has learned he's apparently going to be squatting in until they can figure out a way to clear his name.

Is it squatting if he's invited? Eh, whatever.

Nancy and Robin swing by to drop off the prescriptions they'd picked up for Eddie. Both of them linger, long enough that Eddie thinks they might just stay - kind of wants them to stay, torn between wanting to be alone with Steve and not wanting to be alone with Steve.

Robin hugs Steve really tight, and he folds her up in his arms and holds her close, just staying like that for a long, long few minutes, talking so quietly they can't be heard. Nancy takes both their hands and squeezes when they're done, and surprises Eddie by giving his hand a squeeze as well. Robin looks like she kind of wants to launch herself at Eddie and hug him, too, but she settles for ruffling his hair, and then grimacing when her hand comes away grimy.

He laughs at her, and they promise to check in tonight, then they both leave.

Mrs. Sinclair comes to pick up Lucas and Erica and Max, and Eddie stays out of sight with his heart hammering in his throat, but they don't venture beyond the front hallway. Eddie can't quite make out what she says as she picks them up, but her tone is low and worried, and there's an underlying note of a familiarity, a gratitude, as she speaks briefly to Steve.

Eddie wonders, again, how long they've all been doing this. How many times their parents have worried about them, how many times Steve has apparently brought them home safely, looking beat to hell.

Mrs. Henderson is much louder when she comes to collect Dustin, though she doesn't go into the living room either. He can hear her fussing over the bandages around Steve's neck, asking how bad it is, sounding only mildly reassured when he tells her that it wasn't as bad as Starcourt. She asks him to come stay with her and Dustin, and Eddie thinks he can hear something like longing in Steve's voice when he declines, promising to come to dinner next week instead.

Then it's just him and Steve.

Steve collapses on the recliner, tipping his head back. Eddie's eyes are drawn to the long line of his throat, the stretch of tendons and muscle broken up by white gauze.

His mouth goes dry.

"I've got a guest room ready for you upstairs," Steve says.

His throat works as he speaks, and it takes Eddie a moment to process it.

"Fuck," Eddie mumbles. "Stairs, really?"

Steve laughs softly, tipping his head back up. "Yeah. It's got an ensuite and the bed's decent, we can set you up a lot better in there."

Eddie swallows. He wants to ask why Steve's doing this for him, but he's a little bit afraid of the answer, so he just makes an exaggerated whine of complaint.

It works to make Steve chuckle again, at least, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll be glad once you're in an actual bed. Look, I'll get you some food and your next dose of meds first, just hang tight for a bit."

Eddie grumbles unintelligibly, but honestly, Steve's probably right. He must doze off a little, because the next thing he knows, Steve is gently shaking him awake, helping him sit up, and giving him something.

"What's this?" he asks, blinking blearily down at the bowl Steve handed him. It kind of looks like chunky baby food, though it smells pretty good.

"Oh, uh, frozen shepherd's pie," Steve says. "Not a lot to work with right now, we'll have to see about a grocery run soon. But I figure it's probably at least better than snacks and hospital food."

Eddie shrugs. "Not exactly a picky eater over here," he says as he digs in.

It's warm, and tastes a hell of a lot better than it looks. Like meatloaf and mashed potatoes all mixed up together, all hearty and comforting.

"S'good," he mumbles around a full mouth, prompting Steve to make a face at him.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, gross," Steve bitches.

Eddie feels compelled to stick his tongue out at him, still with some mashed potato remnants stuck to it, and Steve rolls his eyes.

"You make this?" Eddie asks, once he's swallowed the rest of the potato.

"Yeah." Steve scratches the back of his neck, just above the bandage. "Sometimes I'll freeze up smaller portions if I make something big, so I have stuff to grab when I'm in a hurry. Or when I've got recuperating metal-heads in my living room."

Eddie huffs a little laugh. "That a common occurrence? And here I thought I was special," he teases.

"You're something," Steve returns, though the grin he gives him is wide and fond as he reaches for the prescription bag Robin'd dropped off, pulling out the pair of bottles within and reading them over. "You're not due for your antibiotics yet, but you can have the pain meds."

He opens the bottle up, then pauses, frowning down into it. "Did they give you the wrong prescription?"

Ah.

"No," Eddie says, feeling exhausted.

"But we have the same meds, and mine is like. Four times this amount, even though your injuries are way worse, infection aside," Steve says, looking back up at him with his brow furrowed.

"They said it's because I left against medical advice."

Steve snorts. "That's a load of crap."

Eddie sighs. "What do you want me to tell you, Steve? You know what my side job is. The whole town does. Every time I go to the ER for something, to them, I'm just drug seeking."

Steve looks stricken, and god, Eddie's not sure he can take any well meaning pity right now. He kind of wants the couch to just swallow him up.

There's just silence, though, and then Steve's jaw sets in determination. He gets up, leaving Eddie floundering a little and staring after him as he walks into the kitchen, returning with a bottle that looks almost identical to the one Eddie was given.

He sits back down, popping them both open, and promptly tips his bottle to start dumping his own pills into Eddie's.

"Whoa, hey, what the fuck!" Eddie struggles to get up without hurting himself or dropping his bowl, gives up, and tries his best to glare at Steve from his position on the couch under the blankets.

"You need them more," Steve says stubbornly. "It's not like I'm going to take them, anyway."

Fuck, that's worse than pity, and Eddie feels his blood boil.

"No, of course not." Eddie sneers. "Is His Majesty above such petty things like pain? Would he rather muscle through on sheer meathead determination than turn to drugs like the lower class?"

Steve goes very still. "Do you really think that?" he asks quietly.

Eddie opens his mouth to snap that he doesn't have to think it, that Steve just showed him it, but - he looks at the expression on Steve's face instead, how it's gone closed off but it isn't hard, isn't angry. It's just blank. Abruptly, Eddie feels wrong-footed, like he'd fallen back on old habits and responded as the guy everyone thinks he is, to the guy he used to think Steve was.

"No," he says, just as quietly. "I don't really think that."

Steve's frozen exterior melts a little, and he shakes a pair of pills out into his hand, holds them out for Eddie to take. Eddie does, swallows them dry, and shovels another spoon of shepherd's pie into his mouth to keep it occupied. Steve looks like he's thinking about something, and Eddie doesn't want to risk saying something to throw him off.

"It's not that I'm trying to muscle through," Steve says, apparently coming to a decision. "I was drugged last time we dealt with Upside Down shit, it was a whole thing." He waves his hand. "I was high as hell for some of what was going down, and it was. Not a great time."

Eddie tries to imagine fighting off the demobats while drugged out of his mind, and goes a little pale. "Fuck."

"Yeah," Steve says. "I can't really do anything stronger than alcohol or the occasional joint now."

"Fuck," Eddie says, softer and with more feeling. "Jesus Christ, I'm such an ass, why do you even like me?"

Steve opens his mouth, and Eddie flails, slapping his hand over Steve's mouth before he can say anything.

"Nope, nuh-uh, this is an apology, not a ploy to get you to say nice things about me," Eddie insists. "Okay?"

Steve's laughing at him, he can tell just by his eyes, but he waits until Steve nods before he pulls his hand away.

"That's not what I think of you," Eddie says again. "I got defensive and lashed out, and it wasn't fair. I'm sorry."

The laughter in Steve's eyes fades, and he looks - caught out, all surprised and vulnerable, and he's staring at Eddie with something like wonder.

It makes Eddie squirm, feeling both like he doesn't know what he did to get that look and like he never wants it to stop.

"Thank you. Apology accepted." Steve's quiet for a moment before adding, "I'm sorry, too. I could tell you were upset but you didn't want sympathy, so I just."

He shrugs, and Eddie's going to press him more about what he just, but first - "You could tell?"

"Yeah. Your face does this thing - you're usually so expressive, but you just kind of shut down, like you're resigned."

Oh. Fuck. He hadn't realized Steve noticed him like that, and he focuses really hard on the other thing he wanted to push about to avoid thinking about it too much. "So you just?"

Steve gives him a crooked little smile. "Jumped to fixing it. Robin says I have this thing, where if someone I care about is upset and I don't know what else to do, I try to fix it. But sometimes how I try to fix it and what they want are different things."

Eddie's mouth opens, and before he knows it he's said, "I'm okay with that."

Steve blinks at him. "Really?"

Eddie'd shrug, but he's not sure his shoulder - or his entire torso - is up for the motion right now, so he just tries to look as casual as possible while half huddled on the couch, in hospital scrubs. "Yeah. People don't try to fix things for me, not unless it's my uncle. Might be kind of nice."

"Oh." Steve's got this look on his face like he doesn't know what to do with that - maybe he hasn't gotten many people who let him try to fix things for them.

Which, fair enough. Under any other circumstances, Eddie'd probably be one of those, just - he doesn't think he's lying, even not touching the fact that Steve hadn't reacted to what he said. "I'm probably going to be a dick about it when I'm not recovering from being half dead, though," he adds, just to be safe.

Steve snorts. "You've met just about all of my friends, man, that's nothing new. Usually I do a decent job at figuring out when they're just being dicks and when I'm actually going too far, but they're good about telling me when I don't get it right. They do it when I'm being too much of a dick, too."

"I can do that," Eddie decides. "Tell you if you're going too far."

He probably shouldn't make decisions right after leaving the hospital against medical advice, but screw it, he's doing it anyway.

"Okay," Steve says after another moment of consideration, then narrows his eyes at him. "I'm still taking a rain check on telling you all the things I like about you. It's getting to be kind of a long list."

Eddie gapes at him. Fuck, he can feel his cheeks burning, and he really hopes he can blame it on the bite wounds or the pain meds.

Hopes Steve won't ask, because he knows that would be a lie.

"Go away," he says, curling over his bowl so he doesn't have to look at Steve. "Let me eat my luxury baby food in peace before I have to drag my ass up all those stairs."

Steve laughs at him again, but it isn't mean, and he does leave, heading upstairs to - Eddie doesn't really know what Steve Harrington does with his free time when he's not ripping apart demobats or complaining about babysitting, actually.

Huh.

He thinks he might like to find out.

He shovels the rest of his shepherd's pie down methodically, then sets the bowl down on the coffee table and eyes the stairs. Despite his earlier words, he's pretty sure there's no way he's going to make it up them on his own. He pulls in a breath and lets it out, then calls, "Hey, Steve?"

Steve emerges almost immediately, a couple of towels tossed over one shoulder and an armful of plastic bottles. "You done?" he asks, tromping down the stairs.

Eddie eyes him. "What's all that?"

"The hospital did a pretty good job at getting most of the Upside Down grime off of us, but I thought you might want to wash it out of your hair," Steve says.

And fuck, yeah, Eddie really, really wants to - it's not just Upside Down grime, honestly, what with the whole being on the run for a week thing, and it just feels gross. Still, Eddie grimaces.

"Not, uh. Not really sure I can stand up long enough," he admits. "Plus I'm not supposed to lift my arms that high yet."

Steve's ears turn just a little bit pink, and Eddie struggles to keep his expression neutral, not to let his eyebrows raise up or to lean in too hungrily.

"I can wash it for you," he offers. "The laundry room's got a pretty deep sink, and I can pull up a chair and have you lean back a little."

He looks so fucking earnest that it makes Eddie flounder a little, once again having to restrain himself from asking why. Why is Steve doing any of this? Is it just because this seems to be what he does, because he thinks of Eddie as part of their Upside Down fighting group now and is focused on taking care of a party member? Were the handful of stolen moments during all of the fuckery and in the hospital real, or is Eddie just fooling himself that this is something he could actually have?

"Yeah," he says before he even realizes he's agreeing, while his thoughts are still a tangled up mess. "Appreciate it, man."

Steve shoots a smile at him. "Gimme a sec, I'll be right back."

He disappears down the hall for a few minutes, then comes back to help Eddie up. It's slow going, with Steve taking most of Eddie's weight, but he knows it's not going to be near as rough as the stairs will be, so he tells himself it's a practice run.

There's a low backed chair pulled up in front of the sink when they get to the laundry room, a folded up towel already pillowed on the edge of it. Steve guides him to sit down and tilt his head back, neck cushioned by the towel and hair spilling into the sink.

And then -

Fuck, Steve is close.

He's been close before, obviously, he let Eddie get all up in his personal space when they were walking through the Upside Down and he leaned over Eddie's shoulder a few times to watch what he was doing, and Eddie's literally been leaning on him to walk since he got here, but - with all of that, there was something else going on, some kind of other purpose or at least a buttload of pain he was trying to ignore.

Sitting like this, Steve leaning over him as he fiddles with the knobs to get the water to a good temperature, he's just close. Eddie can feel the body heat coming off of him, and he can count every freckle and mole on Steve's forearms, where he'd pushed up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He's not trying to look, but he can still see the scrawl of writing that disappears under the sleeve of his left arm, can just make out I don't think. He can hear the heavy beat of his own heart and the way his breath quickens, and he forces himself to breathe slow and even, trying not to draw attention to it.

Then Steve's fingers are in his hair, gently sweeping it all together as he starts rinsing it out.

"Shit, man, this might take awhile," he says apologetically. "The water's coming out as black as it did for mine, and I've got less hair."

Eddie hums noncommittally, afraid if he says anything he'll end up telling Steve that's fine by him, they can stay like this all night if he wants to. There's the sound of a shampoo bottle opening, and on his next breath in he's hit with the scent of something, he has no idea what, like a honeyed summer day, all sunshine and sweet and clean.

And then Steve's hands are on him again, fingertips rubbing small circles over his scalp, blunt nails scratching in just the right way to send shivering goosebumps down his spine.

He's not proud of the way it makes him fucking whimper, but mostly because the sound prompts Steve to freeze.

"That hurt?" Steve asks softly.

"No," Eddie manages to get out. "It, uh. Feels nice."

Nice is an understatement, but not a lie, so it's the best he's got right now. It makes Steve continue, at least, so Eddie's taking the fucking win.

His eyes slide shut, and he thinks he might drift off to sleep right there if it weren't for the fact that he really wants to cling to how fucking good this feels. God, he can't remember the last time he felt a physical sensation that wasn't pain or discomfort, and he tells himself that's the reason that this is making him react so strongly.

No one's ever done anything like this for him before. No one's ever wanted to, even before the murder accusations, and between the exhaustion settling over him and the pain meds kicking in and the euphoria of feeling good - Eddie's dangerously close to begging, here. To saying please, just, please can he keep having this, please can this mean something, can this be because Steve wants to and not because he feels obligated.

"You okay?" Steve asks quietly as he rinses Eddie's hair out, and starts lathering up for a second wash.

Eddie hopes it's just a general are you okay, in light of the whole everything, and not a specific hey you look like you're going through something right now. Doesn't actually matter, he guesses, because he still has to say something, and he doesn't know what to say that isn't a lie or isn't something that's too much.

"Haven't, uh. Haven't had anyone do this before," he admits, because that seems like the safest thing to acknowledge.

He thinks what he means by this was pretty obvious, but apparently not, because Steve gives a thoughtful little hum.

"Take care of you?" he asks, cradling Eddie's skull in his hands so delicately it makes him want to weep.

Or shove him off and run until he can't anymore, but that's not any better.

"Fuck, Steve, not holding back any punches here, huh?" he asks, his voice a little raspy.

"I mean. We almost got eaten by demobats together, and we're in kind of a bathroom. That's prime bonding time, for me."

Eddie'd shake his head, but he doesn't want to do anything to dislodge Steve's hands, so he settles for heaving a pointed sigh. "No, Steve, people haven't been lining up to take care of the freak. It's not like I need it, anyway."

Steve makes this little sound - Eddie's not sure he's even aware that he does it, really, but it's like the verbal equivalent to rolling his eyes. "Everyone needs it, sometimes. It's okay to want that, especially after all of this. This isn't the first time some of us have stayed together in the aftermath."

"Yeah? Who looks after you, then?" Eddie asks.

"Robin, usually, sometimes Dustin. Why, you volunteering?"

He can't see Steve's face, but he thinks that was probably meant to come out as teasing. It doesn't quite land there, though, a little too soft, a little too genuine, and it makes Eddie swallow.

"Maybe," he says, feeling his heart beat in his throat.

"Oh," Steve breathes out, his hands stilling for a moment.

Eddie fights not to open his eyes.

"Yeah, okay," Steve says, a little too carelessly, fingertips scratching back over his scalp again. "I look after you, you look after me."

That's not quite what Eddie meant, but he doesn't know how to say what he meant, so he just says, "You don't have to. Take care of me, I mean. Just because you think it's okay to want to be taken care of, you know, it doesn't have to be you."

He waits for Steve to point out that Eddie'd just said that no one else was lining up for the job, maybe make a joke about how it's him or nothing.

Instead, Steve says, "I know. I want to."

Fuck.

If this is the way Steve always is, Eddie can see why so many girls were into him in high school.

When he's reasonably sure his voice isn't going to shake, he says, "Thanks, man. For - all of this."

He's kind of worried Steve is going to tell him that he's doing it because he wants to again, but fortunately that seems to be enough talking about not quite emotions for both of them, because Steve just hums as he starts rinsing Eddie's hair again.

Eddie lets himself relax, sinking into the soft, floaty feeling that wants to pull him down, and just enjoying the feel of Steve's fingers in his hair, the edge of pain blurred and fuzzy from the meds, and finally, finally feeling like maybe he's safe.

It takes another round of lather and rinse for Steve to be satisfied with how clean his hair is, but Eddie sure as hell isn't protesting. Time kind of slips and wobbles, anyway, as he doesn't doze so much as just fucking melt into the chair and under Steve's hands, like all the tension from the last week plus is oozing out of him. He thinks Steve murmurs something about conditioner, but he honestly doesn't care, as long as he can keep sitting here like this.

Eventually, the water's shut off, and Steve's tilting his head up, draping his hair over a towel and gently scrunching it before wrapping it up.

"You awake?" Steve asks, voice a little sing-song like he's teasing.

"Depends on how you're measuring awake," Eddie mumbles back, not entirely sure he managed to get all those syllables out in the correct order.

Whatever he says, it makes Steve laugh softly. "Come on, Munson, up you go. Let's get you to bed."

Eddie's hindbrain immediately takes over, and the next thing he knows he's saying, "Fuck, yes please, finally."

Fortunately, Steve seems to take his eagerness as an eagerness to be in bed in general, and not in Steve's bed specifically, because he just says, "You gotta stand up for that."

Eddie whines, and Steve's hand on his elbow where he'd been tugging him to get up slips, and Eddie looks up at him, eyes wide.

Steve's staring back at him, and holy shit, Eddie might be high on pain meds and a boneless mess from what was basically a head massage, but he knows what desire looks like, knows Steve's eyes are probably a mirror of his own right now.

Then Steve's eyes are closing, and he visibly shakes himself like a fucking dog, before his hand finds its spot on Eddie's elbow again, nice and firm.

"Steve," Eddie murmurs, even though he knows he's missed his moment to speak, because Steve is already guiding him up and wrapping his arm around him to help him walk.

"Not too far, Eds, I promise," Steve says. "We'll be there before you know it."

"Steve," Eddie says again, and this time Steve pauses, swallowing once before he looks at him.

Steve's arm is still around him, and he's so close they're practically breathing the same air - so close he can see the flecks of hazel in Steve's eyes, see the way his lashes brush against his cheek, and Eddie -

He doesn't want to do it like this. Eddie knows he's pretty far gone right now, a little floaty and a little loopy, and he's honestly not sure what words he can even get out of his mouth, let alone if he's going to remember this tomorrow.

"This is gonna have to be mostly you," he says, not letting himself think about how it could mean more than one thing. "I'm barely standing after that, let alone navigating stairs."

Steve laughs softly, steering him out of the laundry room and towards the stairs. "Long as you keep your feet on one side of the steps, you'll at least have one up on Henderson last time I had to help him up the stairs."

"No promises," Eddie replies, but that does make him look down at his own feet, trying to be careful and deliberate about how he places them as they slowly make their way upstairs.

With the meds, it doesn't hurt as much as it probably should. It mostly just takes so much goddamn effort, feels like walking through jello, and Eddie's not ashamed to admit he's breathing heavily by the time they make it to what must be the Harringtons' guest room.

It's… well. It's boring, honestly, minimally decorated, but the bed looks huge and insanely welcoming at the moment, all the blankets turned down and the pillows carefully arranged to resemble the way he'd found was the most comfortable at the hospital. The lamp on the nightstand is glowing softly, and there's a glass of water and Eddie's bottles of pills next to it.

Clean clothes are laid out on the bed - a pair of black boxers, black track pants with a white stripe down the leg, and a dark blue Henley.

Another lump forms in his throat, and he swallows past it as Steve points out the door to the bathroom.

"I'm just down the hall," Steve tells him.

Eddie manages to mumble out a thanks, and only stares at him a little as he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Honestly, Eddie's too fucking exhausted to sort out anything about anything right now, so he just shuffles his way over to the bed. He strips out of the hospital scrubs, leaves them in a pile right where they fall, and struggles into the clothes Steve's loaned him.

Like the stairs, it doesn't hurt, but he knows that doesn't mean he can risk overdoing it. He's careful, moving gingerly to pull the shirt on and sitting on the bed to step into the boxers and pants. Then he collapses back, tugging the covers over him. His head lolls to the side for a moment as he stares at the lamp.

If he's honest, his decision to leave it on is part that it feels like too much effort to turn it off, and part that he's not sure he wants to be alone in the dark right now.

Maybe in a bit, he thinks, but he's asleep before he can think anything else.

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Part 15

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie soulmate au #soulmate au #stranger things fic #this is pretty much entirely hurt/comfort #steve taking care of eddie #i'm so weak for this trope

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@steddieas-shegoes @newgrangespirals

I hope this is too your liking! I tried to make it more angry but I don’t think I quite got it. But anyway, I tried to make it as good as I could. (I literally rewrote this like 5-6 times and it still feels..not angry enough) Based on this post The silence around the table was deafening as Murray finished talking. The man looked so proud of himself, telling all and sundry about how he had gotten Nancy and Jonathan together. Nobody could move and no one breathed. Nancy and Jonathan had gone pale, and she kept looking at Steve who had gone so still and silent, hand outstretched for the mashed potatoes in front of him. His face had a weird look as if mentally calculating something and suddenly it changed to one of furious understanding and anguish that made her sit still.

Then in the silence, seemingly not realizing the can of worms he had just opened, Murray turned to Steve and Eddie, “and you know you two are cute. But the pining is getting annoying, like you could take us all out of the misery by dating or even just something! Just ask-” “How fucking dare you?” Steve’s voice was cold and low with barely suppressed rage. He straightened up glaring at Murray who finally took in the faces around him. Jonathan and Nancy’s white faces, the pure shock on Joyce and Hopper’s faces. Robin, and the kids looking uncomfortable. Eddie looked terrified. Wayne was stiff and furious.

“C’mon man, you can’t be serious?” Murray was shocked. “There is nothing wrong with me trying to get you together man! Listen, I helped get Jonathan and Nancy together as well as Hopper and Joyce. They are thriving-”

Steve held up his hand voice hardening further, “what is your problem? I was with Nancy at that time which you knew about and you facilitated her cheating on me and you think I should be happy? You think I should be grateful? Now to make matters worse you are so casual about telling people about Eddie and I without knowing if these people are safe? Are you crazy? What is your problem?”

Steve stood up, anger pouring off of him. Before Murray could say another word, Steve continued to rant, “you come here acting like some god, thinking that we all owe you shit when you barely know the people here and continue to treat us like little lab rats to get your fix! Stop trying to get people together, you're not a matchmaker! Nor are you in a relationship yourself! You barely know anything aside from cooking and maybe a few conspiracies! And you definitely don't know anyone here aside from Hop and Joyce! That isn’t enough people to be making the assumptions you’ve made. Most importantly, you are sitting here proudly, PROUDLY telling people that you helped Nancy and Jonathan get together KNOWING she was together with me! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Steve started to walk away, but he paused just past Murray, he turned back and looked directly at him, “you don’t know me nor do you know Eddie. You don’t know him, who gave the right to demand he dance to your tune like a monkey? What if he isn’t gay? What if he actually hated me? What if he is dating someone else? Who are you to come here and force him to come out like that with no warning? Who are you to make him feel unsafe around the only people who understand him and what he went through over spring break? WHO ARE YOU TO TELL HIM IT’S OK TO CHEAT JUST BECAUSE YOU GET OFF ON HURTING TEENAGERS YOU BARELY KNOW? You disgust me.” Steve glared at Murray and snorted when the man didn’t say anything, seemingly finally realizing what he had done. “Yeah that is what I thought. I hope you know that I will not forgive you for endorsing Nancy cheating on me. I don’t forgive you for taking away my voice in trying to set Eddie and I up and telling people that he is gay without his permission. Fuck you Murray, go to hell.” He started walking away, and when Nancy reached out for him he jerked himself away. “You stay away from me. You and Jonathan stay the fuck away from me. I trusted you both and I shouldn’t have. I never told anyone half of the shit you both did to me. Stay away from me.”

Nancy retracted her hand feeling hurt.

Eddie stood up, after the shock wore off and looked coldly at Murray, he said, “Aside from literally telling everyone to give you a pat on the back for helping Nancy cheat on Steve, and making me very uncomfortable by outing me like that, I hope you will not do that to anyone else, do you understand me? He waited until he got a nod from Murray, he looked at all of the people around the table, his eyes landed squarely back on Murray and stated firmly, “I don’t care one way or the other at this point, but Steve and I have been together for several months now. We don’t and never will need you to put us together. If you have any problems with that, take it up with someone who cares.”

Murray looked pleased, “see? You two-”

Eddie gave him a sharp look. He moved after Steve who had left, tears in his eyes that nobody could see as he had entirely turned away from the table.

Eddie left the Hopper-Byers backyard and went back to the Munson’s new house. Steve beat Eddie there by several minutes and when Eddie saw him his heart cracked.

Steve was curled up on his bed, face buried in their pillows, soft sobs escaping him.

“Oh sweetheart, I am here baby.” Eddie cooed softly, slipping out of his clothes before crawling into the bed and curling around Steve.

Steve cried softly into the pillows not moving closer to Eddie the way he normally would. Eddie just held him and hummed softly into his hair, fingers slowly moving up and down his sides.

It took Steve some time to calm down, and when he did he shifted around in Eddie’s arms and caught the look on his face. “Am I bad? Am I not enough for anyone? Is that why everyone leaves or hurts me? Am I not worthy of love and a healthy relationship?” he whispered, and Eddie squeezed him closer.

“No babylove. You are worthy of love and gentleness, you are enough honey boy.” he kept his tone warm and soft, gently stroking Steve’s hair.

Steve sucked in a deep breath, and once he calmed down entirely, he mumbled, “I don’t want to see Nancy or Jonathan for a while. I am so angry at them. And I don’t quite know what to make of this situation. Nancy knew how I felt about cheating because I told her about my parents. And she fucking cheated on me!”

Eddie nodded and waited, Steve finally looked at him, and gave him a small smile. “I am sorry we were outed like that. I really-”

“Baby boy, I promise you it’s not your fault, ok? You don’t owe me an apology. It’s not your fault and you don’t apologize for something that someone else’s shitty behavior ok? We can stay away from Nancy and Jonathan until you feel comfortable seeing them again, OK?”

Steve nodded, feeling safe and secure here in Eddie’s arms. Here he was safe, he could be himself around Eddie, especially in his arms.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #murray stranger things #Nancy Wheeler #steddie ficlet #i hope this is alright!#I honestly had fun with this

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munsonkitten · 9 months

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we can love each other (i’ve been told it’s okay) - chapter 1 (6.8k) - ao3 - explicit

“I’m sick of dating,” Steve declares, a half-finished joint dangling between his fingers, smoke swirling above his head as he exhales. He’s on the floor, Eddie by his side, back against the side of Eddie’s bed. He passes the joint over to his friend and drops his head back to rest against the mattress.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie prompts, bringing the joint to his lips. He turns to look at Steve, blowing smoke in his direction.

Steve waves it away with his hand and nods.

“Boring as hell,” he says, very resolutely. His head lolls back and the sigh he releases is dramatic, long and loud.

“What’s boring about it?” Eddie asks. He offers the joint to Steve but he shakes his head, eyes red around the edges, lips forming a lazy smile.

“Fucking,” Steve says, and Eddie feels like there should be more to that sentence, but apparently there isn’t. Just… Fucking.

“Oh.”

“Mhm,” Steve hums. He reaches over to Eddie’s nightstand where half a beer sits. Steve grabs it and takes a sip, grimacing with it. It’s been there for a few hours. They’ve been here for a few hours. “Fucking is just so… Boring.”

“That can’t be right,” Eddie says skeptically. “What’s… Why is it?”

Steve groans, rubs his face with his hands. “I don’t know, man. I just go on these dates, and they’re all the same, and we go back to my house and I’ll have a girl in my bed, like, I’ll be literally balls deep and I’ll just be bored. Robin says I’m… I’m lost in the monotony of hookup culture because the way I go about it leaves no room for, uh, meaningful relationships or learning what I like? I think that’s what she said.”

“Wise words from Miss Buckley,” Eddie agrees. “Tell me more about this hookup culture.”

“I forget you’re a virgin, man,” Steve says. “You just seem like you get around. I could hook you up with someone. Maybe you’ll have more luck with, um, Stacy…? Than I did last night.”

“Do you not know her name?” Eddie asks, deciding to leave everything else Steve said ignored for the time. He doesn’t need to touch on how wrong Steve is about him, or how Steve really didn’t need to bring up his inexperience. Like, look, it’s not because he can’t find a girl. He could probably find one willing to help him out, but he’s not interested in that.

Seems like Steve’s in the same boat. Which is… interesting.

“No, it’s… definitely Stacy,” Steve says. “Or was it Stephanie? Fuck… Hey, If I were a girl, do you think my mom would’ve named me Stephanie instead?”

That startles a laugh out of Eddie. “I’m not sure, man. You should ask her.”

“Mm, no. Don’t talk to my mom, really,” Steve says with a shrug. “Reminds me. My parents are home tonight. Can I crash here?”

“Yeah, man,” Eddie murmurs. He puts the joint out in the ashtray between them and rests his head back against the bed, mirroring Steve’s position. “You can stay here forever for all I care.”

“Might take you up on that,” Steve mutters.

“Tell me more about this Stacephanie,” Eddie says.

Steve laughs, loud and bubbly, and repeats the mashed-up name a couple of times.

“I don’t know, it’s like,” Steve sighs. “I literally had her on top of me, you know? In my lap, which… Whew, some guys act like it’s the holy grail of sex, you know? Having a girl that’ll ride you into the mattress. Every guy dreams of it, apparently.”

Not me, Eddie thinks.

He hums noncommittally instead of responding.

“She’s on me, I’m in her, right, and I’m just bored. Not really into it. I’m struggling to stay hard, even, like buried fully inside her pussy and it’s just not doing it for me. Which isn’t uncommon,” Steve says with a shrug. “After everything I’ve been through? Not uncommon. Like sex isn’t always the only thing on my mind, like girls aren’t… It, for me. Not when I’m always thinking about a Demogorgon coming through the ceiling or bats tearing apart my body.”

Christ, Eddie thinks.

“Sounds like you just need someone who’s better at taking your mind off things,” Eddie says.

“Probably,” Steve agrees easily. “Probably why I like getting high with you.”

“Huh,” Eddie breathes. He shakes his head. “So she’s on top of you. Are you, uh, sitting up or laying down?”

He doesn’t know why it’s so important, but he wants Steve to keep talking. He wants to understand him a little bit better, maybe see if he can pinpoint where everything is going wrong for him. Right now it’s looking more like Steve’s… Well, he can’t say just yet.

“Sitting against the headboard,” Steve answers. “It’s like… I’ll show you.”

“Okay…?”

And then suddenly he has a lap full of Steve fucking Harrington. Straddling him, knees on either side of his hips, ass resting right over Eddie’s crotch. Eddie’s posture is shit, and he’s a bit shorter than Steve, so Steve fucking Harrington’s chest is just inches from his face. The chest he’s dreamt of burying his face into ever since he saw it bare and hairy that night at Lover’s Lake. Christ. He’s chubbing up faster than he did that night. He needs Steve out of his lap and he needs a cigarette as soon as possible.

“So it’s like this, yeah?” Steve says. “And so, like, as you can see, her tits are right in my face and everything, which I’ve never really understood that much. Boobies shmoobies.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie agrees, feeling a bit dumb. He can’t comprehend what’s happening right now.

“Hands on my hips,” Steve instructs. He wraps his own arms around Eddie’s neck, presses his stomach to Eddie’s chest.

Eddie’s hands fly to Steve’s hips without permission from his brain.

“This is how we were,” Steve says, like this is the most normal thing ever. Like it’s just normal to talk about sex like this and fucking demonstrate it in your boy best friend’s fucking lap. Steve lifts up a bit and drops back down. “Like this.”

He’s moving slowly, out of rhythm, and thank god he’s no longer resting on Eddie’s cock because then he’d know just how much this is fucking turning him on.

“And she’s moaning, and it’s just not fucking doing it for me,” Steve continues. “Like this girl was making these high, breathy, fake sounds. Like ‘ah! Ah! So good! Yeah, yeah! Yes, yes, yes!’ Like bad porno shit that I never really liked much. I always feel like I’d be better off muting that shit or using my own mind to get off. But it’s not like you can mute a real person! It just never does anything for me, real or not, but honestly I prefer when it’s genuine, and this girl was not.”

Eddie wishes he could mute Steve right about now.

“It’s just… Maybe Robin’s right. Monotony,” Steve says, halting his movements. He doesn’t sit down again, thankfully.

“Yeah, for sure,” Eddie nods. “Uh.. Steve?”

“Hm?” Steve hums. He’s looking down at Eddie, eyes half shut, that lazy smile still on his lips.

“Is that… is that all?” Eddie asks.

“No, so,” Steve continues. “I thought, you know, maybe if we switch positions, so I rolled her over onto her back, and I’m, like, ugh, I just need to fucking cum already, so I’m pounding into her, kissing her just to make her stop with the fake moans, and I’m just… bored. I’m bored of it. It’s the same every night. Dinner, fuck, cum, sleep, repeat. What’s the point? I’m bored of boobies! I don’t think I’ve ever not been bored of boobies!”

Hell.

“Are you bored right now?” Eddie asks, walking out on a limb of a tree he knows he shouldn’t even be climbing.

Steve doesn’t answer, just tightens his arms around Eddie, still sitting up on his knees. He’s pressed to Eddie’s body, his… Fuck. His fucking cock is digging into Eddie’s belly, and it could just be because they’re talking about sex, or it could be something else. It could be something else.

He moves away from the bed and rolls them over, laying Steve out on his back beneath him.

“I asked you a question,” Eddie growls, attempting for low and seductive.

Critical miss.

Steve bursts out laughing and pushes him away, sliding out from underneath him. He sits up and reaches for the pack of smokes halfway across the room.

“That was cute, Munson,” Steve giggles, sitting back up straight to pull a cigarette out of the pack. He puts it between his lips and feels around for the lighter until he finds it. “You’re like a kitten trying to be a fuckin’ rottweiler. So cute.”

Eddie lays face down on the ground and huffs.

“I’m not cute,” Eddie mutters.

“Super cute,” Steve tells him. He puts his thumb on Eddie’s bottom lip, and Eddie realizes he’s pouting. He pulls away from Steve. “Anyway… to answer your question, I don’t think I’ve ever been bored with you.”

“Hey Steve?” Eddie asks, slowly. Careful. “Do you ever think… Could it be that you don’t like girls?”

Steve chokes on smoke, coughing and coughing as he holds his chest with one hand. He stubs out the cigarette in the ashtray, violent coughs tearing at his throat. Eddie passes him the warm beer, and Steve takes a large swig of it.

“What?” Steve squeaks when he calms down.

“You’re just sending some signals, man,” Eddie says, his voice straining in his throat. He knows Steve won’t, like, beat him up or anything, but he can’t help but feel nervous over the possibilities of Steve’s reactions.

“Signals…” Steve repeats.

Only minutes ago, Steve had been in his lap, simulating sex and talking about fucking a girl. Hard in his jeans, pressed to Eddie’s abdomen. Talking about how he’s bored of boobies, bored of fucking, bored of dating, but not bored of Eddie. Never bored of Eddie.

And he called him cute on top of all of it.

Signals.

Just enough of them that Eddie pushes himself up into his knees and crawls to Steve. He’s turned on, and he’s desperate, really, he has been for years. Being a twenty-one year old virgin will do that to a guy, sue him. And here he has Steve Harrington, the boy he’s been crushing on since middle school, sending him signals. So. Fuck it.

“Can I, um,” Eddie starts. “I want to try something, and you can, like, totally tell me to fuck off.”

“Okay,” Steve breathes.

Eddie takes a deep breath and then pulls off his shirt, dropping it to the floor beside him. Steve’s eyes are on him, watching his movements, half-lidded but still attentive.

It’s intoxicating to have Steve look at him like this. With something like desire in his eyes. Eddie can see right through him, can see the way Steve’s eyes rove up and down his bare torso, notices the small twitch of his fingers like he wants to touch. Of course, Eddie’s going to let him. How could he not?

He crawls closer, but doesn’t do what he wants to do just yet. He sits on his hands and knees beside Steve, faces just inches apart, waiting. Waiting for Steve to tell him to fuck off, waiting for Steve to push him away and jump to his feet. Waiting for Steve to leave.

It doesn’t happen. Steve just watches him and Eddie takes another deep breath and moves up on his knees, grabbing Steve gently by the shoulders. He lifts one leg and slowly moves it over Steve’s legs, lowers it down to the floor, the inside of his knees pressed to Steve’s thigh.

Immediately, Steve’s hands go to Eddie’s hips. Big, gentle hands, lightly squeezing the softness of Eddie’s body.

“Is this okay?” Eddie asks, looking down at Steve’s face. He moves his hands from Steve’s shoulder, slides them up his neck and cups his jaw.

Steve tilts his head up and nods, his lips parted and his eyes slowly blinking. Comfortable.

Eddie bows his head and moves slowly, so, so slowly. He doesn’t know where the line is going to be drawn, and he’s scared to find out, but he needs to. He needs to find out and he needs Steve to find out, too.

Their lips meet in the softest little touch, and Eddie’s kissed a handful of boys, and at least half of them punched him in the face and called him slurs, but a few of them didn’t. None of them were ever sweet, though. Not like Steve, who kisses him so sweet it’s making Eddie melt inside, ooey and gooey and so fucking warm.

One of Steve’s hands shifts, moves up until his thumb grazes across Eddie’s only nipple, shifts the barbell running horizontally through the center of it. Eddie whines in his throat and Steve’s hand drops. Back down to his hip, back where it’s safe.

That’s okay. Baby steps.

Steve pulls back, warm puffs of breath coming rapidly from his parted lips. He looks like he’s about to run, he looks like he’s about to throw Eddie on the ground and fuck him silly, he looks wild and he looks terrified. Eddie presses a soft kiss to his forehead, right between his brows, smoothing away the lines of perpetual worry there.

“Are you bored now?” Eddie whispers, slowly moving his thumbs back and forth on Steve’s cheeks.

Steve shudders, his hands tightening on Eddie’s hips.

They both know it’s not about boredom, not about just a general disinterest in the act of sex itself. Steve can’t deny it, but Eddie knows he wants to. He’s been told his entire life this is wrong, that people like this are broken and disgusting and all around vile. And now he’s being faced with the idea that he’s one of them. Eddie gets it. He really gets it.

Steve shakes his head no.

“What do you think that means?” Eddie asks softly because Steve needs softness wrapped around the blunt questions and realizations. He needs the hard questions, but he needs comfort, too.

“I don’t know,” Steve whispers.

“That’s okay, baby,” Eddie murmurs.

Steve reacts like he’s been punched in the gut, breath rushing out of him in a huge gust, his entire body flinching. Eddie thinks he made a mistake there — that maybe a kiss is fine, but the line is drawn at petnames — and that he’s about to be thrown off Steve and be called a freak, or a fag, or get his teeth pounded in. It doesn’t happen.

It doesn’t happen.

Instead Steve closes his eyes and drops his head forward, resting his forehead against Eddie’s clavicle. He’s panting, his arms are sliding around Eddie and wrapping around his waist, tugging him in, closer, closer, closer.

“I don’t,” Steve gasps, shaking apart beneath Eddie. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Hey, hey,” Eddie soothes, running his fingers through Steve’s hair. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“Why are you doing this?” Steve asks.

“Do you want me to stop?” Eddie asks. “We don’t have to do this.”

Steve shakes his head and tightens his arms around Eddie’s waist.

“Just… Why?” He sounds so desperate, so unsure and insecure.

Eddie’s heart aches.

“Steve,” Eddie murmurs. “Tell me what’s going through your head.”

“I just don’t get it,” Steve chokes, so much emotion building up in his throat that Eddie just wants to soothe it all away, wants to kiss his neck until the feeling recedes and Steve can breathe again. “Why do this? Why… Why would you want to? Why would you want me to, to feel like this toward you, Eddie? I don’t, I don’t—”

“What?”

“You can’t want this! You don’t — you don’t know. You don’t know!” Steve cries, shaking, trembling, clutching Eddie so tight it hurts. He whispers, “You don’t know what’s going through my head. Every single time I’m with you. You’d think I’m a freak if you did.”

“Hey, man,” Eddie says. “You’re talking to the freak, you know that, right? Didn’t get that name for nothing. I kissed you first. I’m sitting here in your lap, Steve. It’s not like you, like, made me do any of this, right?”

Steve lifts his head, and his eyes are so red, wet with unshed tears. He sniffles, drawing snot far back into his head in a way that sounds painful. Eddie can’t help but laugh, cupping Steve’s cheeks and running his thumbs just beneath his eyes.

“It’s okay,” Eddie tells him. “I know you’ve been told it’s not, but it is. It’s okay that we feel these things. It’s okay to want like this.”

“I’m scared,” Steve whispers, a secret shared between them in the safety of Eddie’s bedroom. Something Steve has never told a soul, always the bravest of the bunch, always the first to run into battle. Eddie knows how big this is, he knows how much care he needs to handle Steve with right now. He knows he’s been given a gift to be let into Steve’s life like this, he knows it’s a privilege.

“You don’t have to be scared of me,” Eddie tells him.

“Okay,” Steve whispers. He sounds unsure, he looks unsure. Steve’s always scared, even if he won’t admit it. Why would this be any different?

“I promise,” Eddie insists. “Baby, I promise.”

Steve inhales sharply and nods quickly. He buries his face in Eddie’s collarbone again. “Okay. Okay.”

“Okay,” Eddie breathes.

“I like when you call me that,” Steve says, oh so softly into Eddie’s skin. His lips press to Eddie’s shoulder, just a breath of a kiss. “No one ever does.”

“No?” Eddie kisses the top of Steve’s head. “I can call you that. I can call you whatever you want, baby.”

“And… Can I? Call you that, too?” Steve asks.

Eddie feels like he might die. “Yeah, of course, Stevie.”

“Eddie,” Steve whispers.

“Hm?”

“I… I want you,” Steve says. “Like, not just… Not just in a sex way. Just… I want to be around you, like, all the time. I want more and more of you, and I’m terrified I’m going to ask for too much. I always, always ask for too much.”

“I have a lot to give,” Eddie counters.

“You don’t get it,” Steve says. He lets go of Eddie’s waist, and moves him, so gently, off of his lap. He pushes himself up to his feet and crosses the room to lean against Eddie’s dresser. “You don’t get it, Eddie. I’m too much. For everyone.”

“Not for me,” Eddie whispers. “Never for me.”

Steve is trembling on the other side of the room, and Eddie pushes himself up to his feet. He doesn’t move any closer, unsure if he finally crossed the line, or not. Unsure if Steve moving away means he doesn’t want any more contact or if he just thinks he doesn’t deserve it.

“I’m going to get some water,” Eddie tells him.

He just needs a second, and he thinks Steve might need a few himself.

Wayne is sitting in the living room, a cigarette lit in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He sees Eddie and sets the remote down, stands up and wanders into the kitchen. He leans against the counter as he smokes.

“You boys okay?” he asks as Eddie fills a mug with water.

“Yeah,” Eddie answers, staring down into the sink. “Fine.”

“Heard some yellin, so figured I’d ask.”

“Just, ah, boys being boys, and all that,” Eddie says. He grabs another mug and fills that too, sets them both down on the counter beside the sink, and turns around to look at Wayne.

“You’re being safe, right?”

“It’s not like that,” Eddie mutters.

“Well,” Wayne sighs. “When it does get like that, you better be using protection. I’m not losing you.”

“Yeah, Wayne, course,” Eddie says.

Not like he and Steve haven’t bled into each other’s open wounds on multiple occasions. What, with the world ending three times before they finally managed to drive the proverbial final stake through Vecna’s heart. He doesn’t say that to Wayne.

“I’m gonna, uh,” Eddie says, picking up both mugs and nodding toward his room.

“Alright, alright,” Wayne says, waving him off. “Just keep it down. I’m gonna be hittin’ the sack pretty soon here.”

“Okay, Wayne. Goodnight, then,” Eddie tells him. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, Ed, now get the hell outta here.”

Steve’s laying on his bed when he gets back, flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He’s taken off his jeans, swapped them for a pair of shorts he leaves in Eddie’s dresser. He’s taken off his shirt, too, scar-ridden torso bare. Eddie realizes he’s still shirtless too. That must have been why Wayne jumped to conclusions. He realizes now how he must have looked.

“Hey,” Steve says, turning his head on the pillow to look over at Eddie. “You just gonna stand there?”

Eddie unsticks his feet from the floor and crosses the room. He sets one mug down on his nightstand and passes the other to Steve. Steve sits up, holding the mug between both of his hands, and drinks it all in one go.

“Thanks,” he says. He licks his lips a few times. “Mouth is dry.”

“That is a thing that happens, yes,” Eddie says a bit awkwardly.

He stands there, at the edge of the bed. He has no idea what to do, not anymore. They crossed into a territory that Eddie wasn’t actually prepared to cross into. He didn't have a plan going into it, and he still doesn’t. He doesn’t know what he expected, really. He should have known he wasn’t going to push Steve into having huge revelations and immediately get laid right after.

“Will you just come here, man?” Steve asks after a minute, his voice so impatient, so fucking bitchy. Classic Steve.

“Um.”

“Dude,” Steve huffs. “Get in your jammies and get in bed. I’m tired.”

Eddie’s jammies are just his boxers, and Steve knows that. He knows that, and Steve is only wearing the tiniest pair of shorts, and a pair of socks, and he’s laying in Eddie’s bed. Usually Steve takes the floor when he sleeps over. The bed isn’t really that big, and they’d have to sleep really close to each other. It’s not like Steve’s bed at his house, that they share with a foot of space between their bodies.

He kicks off his jeans and goes back over to the door to turn off his light. Steve switches on the lamp on the nightstand so Eddie can see, and he lays there, propped up on one elbow and bathed in soft orange light. His face is so beautiful, soft and open, just waiting for Eddie to come closer.

So he does.

He crosses the room and climbs into bed beside Steve. He allows himself a second to let his eyes wander, moving up Steve’s bare torso, over pink scars and thick, dark hair. A trail of the hair goes down into his waistband and Eddie wants to bury his face into it, rub his nose against the hair, and move lower even, beneath the fabric of his shorts, beneath his underwear. He wants.

“C’mere baby,” Steve says, opening his arms up.

Oh.

Eddie falls right into them, lays his head on Steve’s chest like he’s wanted to do for months. Wraps an arm around his waist like he’s dreamt of for ages. Steve’s arms encircle his body, tugging him close.

“I made things weird tonight,” Steve says after a minute. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Fucking grinding on you like that while talking about whatsername.”

“It’s… Steve, that was fine,” Eddie says. And he means it, too. “It was hot, actually. I just… I knew you were confused, and dealing with something, and I don’t know, just thought maybe it was time to address that. If we were gonna be doing things like that.”

Steve hums in thought. “I just felt this… This burning need to be close to you, and I just couldn’t resist, and I thought, maybe if we were talking about girls, it wouldn’t be, um… gay.”

“I know,” Eddie whispers. “I know, Stevie. I just… I think you needed to come to the realization or it would eat you alive. I couldn’t stand to hear you talk like that, like nothing is good for you anymore. Couldn’t stand to just listen if I could do something about it.”

“I’ve been thinking things and getting really upset with myself,” Steve whispers. “Things about you.”

“That’s a relief, actually,” Eddie tells him. “I think about you, too. Every time you say you’ve got a date, I wonder what it would be like if that date were me. I lay in bed at night and just… Just wondering what it would be like to be her. To have your hands on me, to, uh, to feel you in me the way you’ve been in them. Um. So if you’re upset with yourself for thinking about me, or if you’re worried about what I’d think about all of that, just… Well, I’m thinking about you.”

“I’d like all that,” Steve whispers. “I think I’d… I think I’d like to take you out on a date. I think I’d like to bring you back home after having dinner or seeing a movie together.”

“Oh yeah? It wouldn’t be too boring for you?” Eddie teases.

Steve laughs, his chest rising and falling beneath Eddie’s cheek. He lifts a hand and runs a hand through Eddie’s hair, making him shiver against Steve’s body.

“Are we doing this?” Steve asks.

“Depends what this is,” Eddie murmurs, tracing the scars on Steve’s stomach with his finger. “What do you want?”

“I think I want to kiss you,” Steve says. “I think I want to sleep with you in my arms, and I think I want to stick around when we wake up instead of sneaking out in the early hours. I don’t want this to be like my hookups. I… You’re my best friend, Eddie.”

“I thought that title belonged to Robin.”

“Robin’s on a level that best friend can’t even compete with. She’s my other half. You know that.”

He slides out from under Eddie and rolls onto his side, guiding Eddie up the bed with a gentle hand beneath his chin.

“It’s hard for me,” Steve starts, eyes meeting Eddie’s in the orange glow of the lamp, gold flecks dancing in rich brown. He offers him a smile tinged with sadness. “It’s hard for me to accept that I’m allowed to have this. And it’s not gonna be easy for me any time soon, I don’t think. Eddie, I’m… really messed up. Like, extremely fucked up, a total mess, but… but I want to try. I want to try to be happy.”

“You deserve to be,” Eddie whispers.

“A lot of people have been saying that to me,” Steve says. “And I’m gonna try to believe it. I think… I think you’ll help just by existing. You make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe ever.”

Overcome with so much emotion, Eddie feels like he might start to cry. He lifts a hand to cup Steve’s jaw, running his thumb over a scar that runs down his cheek and toward his lip. It’s faint now, but Eddie remembers when it happened, how scared he had been because Steve’s face was cut open, he was losing so much blood, and Vecna was still alive, still hurling objects at them, still throwing their bodies through the air, still controlling an army of ravenous beasts.

He feels like he hasn’t left Steve’s side since.

“I think I’d really like that kiss you mentioned,” Eddie whispers, voice catching in his throat, so tight, trapping his words in his chest with his aching heart.

This one is just as sweet as the first, Steve cradling his cheeks with so much care, like Eddie is something fragile, something precious. Their lips move against each other, soft caresses and hesitant presses, and Eddie darts his tongue out and pulls it back in, far too shy to take the lead here. He’s never been treated this way before and he doesn’t know how to handle it. He’s only ever known rough kisses with too much teeth and greedy hands that he pushed away before they could touch him in ways he didn’t want.

He’s only ever wanted sweetness, and now he has it in his hands in the form of Steve Harrington. He has kisses that make him feel important in ways no one has ever shown him, he has soft hands, moving slow as molasses over his overheated skin.

A quiet gasp falls from his lips as he’s hit with something right in the chest, and it feels like the realization that caused it is captured and swallowed by Steve’s mouth, held safe inside him, right in his own chest beside his heart and nestled between his lungs. It feels tangible, this realization, it feels real, as he visualizes it and he thinks Steve just understands somehow, without words. He must understand because he pulls back and looks at Eddie with his soft eyes and dives back in for another kiss, needier but no less sweet than the last. The realization, safe between them, with no words needed to understand.

The realization that he’s in love with Steve Harrington, and has been since the day they first locked eyes in that boat house and all he saw was understanding and a hint of pleading, a hint of fear, but mostly just understanding and acceptance and comfort projected toward Eddie. The look in his eyes, even as Eddie held a broken bottle to his throat and threatened without words to cut him, that said you’re safe, and I know you’re scared, but I am not here to hurt you. You’re safe and I get it, and I won’t hold any of this against you. Always safe with Steve. Always.

“Steve,” he pants as he pulls back to take a breath. He knows he can’t say it. He knows, even if Steve understands, even if Steve already knows, that it would be too much, too soon. Steve’s just had his life turned upside down. He’s just started coming to terms with this piece of himself, and that piece is fragile, and he’ll never forgive himself if he says too much too soon and causes Steve to break.

“I know,” Steve whispers.

“Okay,” Eddie breathes. He kisses Steve again just because he can. He can and that’s something he’s always dreamed of, but never dreamed of it actually happening.

Steve places a hand on Eddie’s hip and draws him in closer. The fronts of their bodies are flush, their twin scars lining up like a puzzle coming together. A hand works its way into Eddie’s hair, tangles gentle as fingertips trail across his scalp. He shudders, whines into the kiss because he can’t help it. He can’t help the feelings rolling in on him, pulling him under and drowning him in the warm sensation of Steve against him. His scalp tingles, alive with the touch, and Eddie is so, so touch-starved. He has to be if just a little hair touching is making him feel so unbelievably wired.

He’s going to lose his goddamn mind.

Steve nips at his bottom lip and Eddie realizes he hasn’t been kissing back. Just laying there with his lips parted, unmoving, his eyes closed. Just feeling.

“Mm, sorry,” Eddie murmurs, blinking his eyes open.

“Where’d you go?” Steve asks, moving his hand out of Eddie’s hair and to his face.

“Just feels good,” Eddie admits. “I like it when you touch me.”

“Has anyone ever touched you, baby?” Steve asks.

“Not like this,” Eddie murmurs, eyes fluttering shut again. He’s tired, and he’s so content. “Not so sweetly.”

“You ever been kissed?” Steve asks.

“Sure,” Eddie whispers. “Managed to kiss a coupla boys behind the bleachers just like anyone else. Only got my teeth knocked in by a few of them.”

Steve makes a noise in the back of his throat that Eddie can only describe as a pained surprise. Lips cover his again, uncoordinated in that needy way that makes it difficult to have control, but soft and sure. Arms encircle him as he lazily kisses back, and he feels so safe in Steve’s arms.

Always so safe with Steve.

“You didn’t deserve that,” Steve says, firm in his ear. “If I knew who, Eddie, I would… Fuck, they… I…”

His voice is shaking now, his hands trembling where they rest on Eddie’s body. The mood is shifting, and Eddie knows he’s not gonna be able to fall asleep any time soon. This is the line, he thinks. This is the part where Steve realizes what this entails, what being gay, what being with Eddie, is gonna mean.

Eddie presses a kiss to Steve’s jaw, trying to soothe him, trying to bring them back to the softness and warmth from just a few seconds ago. He shouldn’t have said anything, but he knows he can’t keep this stuff a secret, either.

“It’s in the past. I’m okay,” Eddie whispers.

“Was it anyone I was friends with?” Steve asks. Eddie knows he has to know, and he knows he’s going to apologize when the answer comes, and that’s not Steve’s responsibility. He doesn’t need to be sorry for the things he didn’t do.

Eddie wants to lie, just so Steve can save his apologies for something that matters, just so the conversation can end and they can go back to kissing, or go to sleep. He can’t lie, though. Not to Steve, not about this.

“Yeah. One of them,” Eddie tells him after a second. “But you’re not anymore. And you’re not him, so don’t…”

“Don’t what?” Steve asks.

“Don’t apologize,” Eddie says. “Don’t convince yourself it’s your fault. I know you, Steve. I know you, and it’s not your fault.”

“I never stopped any of them,” Steve says. “I never told them to, to be nice, or to stop picking on people. I… What if I encouraged it? What if letting them go unchecked… What if that’s why?”

“Stop,” Eddie says. “Bad people will do bad things whether they have permission or not. It’s not your fault. You got there, you changed, you dropped them. You did, Steve. You’re not that guy anymore.”

“Just because…” Steve takes a shaky breath. “Just because I’m gay now?”

“No, Steve,” Eddie whispers. “Maybe that has something to do with it, maybe it helps you empathize with people, but that’s not it. You show it every day just by not being that guy. You’ve apologized for everything, you’ve befriended me and Robin. No one’s told you to do that. You did it despite all the hate that has been drilled into you by your parents and by this town. You’re good, Steve. You’re good.”

“Is it enough?” Steve asks. “Is having gay friends, being gay, is that enough to undo the damage I’ve caused?”

“It is for me,” Eddie whispers. “It’s enough for me.”

“How? You got hurt and I could’ve stopped it.”

“Steve, you didn’t do anything,” Eddie reiterates. “Did you know one of your friends was secretly gay? That he wanted to experiment and then got scared when he heard a noise, and called me a fag before hitting me? Did you know?”

“No,” Steve whispers.

“Then how could you have known to stop it? You couldn’t be everywhere at once, Steve. You couldn’t control those people just by telling them to be nice, or whatever.”

“I feel like I’m not allowed to be gay,” Steve whispers. “Because I used to think… Used to think bad things. I don’t deserve to be…”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Eddie murmurs. “I think bad things, too. I still do sometimes. It’s not easy being someone who people hate. Sometimes the things they say sneak in and take hold, and we convince ourselves they’re right when they’re not. You’re good, Steve. And you deserve to know who you are and you deserve to be comfortable in that knowledge.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something, but it gets caught on a yawn. Eddie yawns in response, his jaw nearly popping out of its socket with the force of it.

“C’mon,” Eddie murmurs, reaching over to switch his lamp off. “Let’s get some sleep.”

There’s no response at first, like Steve doesn’t want to agree, but then Eddie sees him nod in the dark, sees his eyes flutter shut and open slowly again as he does. He rolls over, back to Eddie, but he pulls Eddie along with him by his hand, pulling Eddie until his chest is flush to Steve’s back.

Eddie hums happily into the back of Steve’s neck and tightens his arm, pulling Steve back into his chest, slotting their legs together.

“Night, Stevie,” Eddie whispers.

“Night.”

Eddie wakes slowly, the early morning sun seeping in through his blinds and casting lines of orange light over the bedroom. Steve is plastered to his back now, snoring quietly into his ear, his arm and leg thrown haphazardly over Eddie’s body.

It’s been a long time since he’s slept so well, and woken up so peacefully. No nightmares jolting him awake in a cold sweat, no alarm blaring in his ear, no phone ringing with a child on the other end demanding he drive them somewhere.

He doesn’t know if something woke him or not, but it’s far too early to be awake. His alarm clock says it’s just past seven. He pulls the blankets up higher over him and Steve, and snuggles back into Steve’s chest.

“‘s good,” Steve murmurs into his hair. He rolls his hips forward, pressing against the small of Eddie’s back, and oh.

Eddie pushes back, earning a sleepy groan from Steve.

“You awake?” Eddie whispers.

“Mhm,” Steve hums. He rolls his hips forward again, his dick poking Eddie in the back. “Morning.”

“Whatcha doin’ back there, sweetheart?” Eddie teases.

Steve gasps, a sharp intake of breath, and grinds himself forward again. His hips are twitching forward in tiny circular motions, rubbing himself against Eddie’s back and gasping and panting into his hair.

Arousal spreads through Eddie’s entire body, hot and tingling. His cock twitches in his boxers and he wants to reach inside them and take himself in his hand. He thinks he’s been half hard for twelve hours now, since Steve first sat in his lap, but it hits him hard that this is all happening too fast, too soon.

“Steve,” Eddie says, pulling himself away.

A whiny protest falls from Steve’s lips, and Eddie rolls over and smiles at him, cupping one cheek with his hand.

“Let’s pull the brakes,” Eddie says softly. “I don’t think I’m ready for more. Not this morning.”

And it’s not that he’s not ready. Hell, he’s been ready for years. He would have jumped into bed with the first person who showed him kindness, but it just so happens that person didn’t come along until now.

It’s more that Steve isn’t ready, but Eddie won’t tell him that. He won’t tell him that he’s scared Steve is gonna get off with a boy for the first time and have some sort of crisis, worse than what’s already happening. He won’t tell Steve he’s the scared one now, too. Scared that one wrong move, one step too far will break them before they’ve even had a chance.

“Okay,” Steve breathes. He nods, squeezing his eyes shut. He takes a deep breath, his bare chest rising and falling slow and controlled. “Okay, I think that’s a good idea.”

“Yeah?”

Steve nods again. “Can I hold you, though?”

“Yeah, baby,” Eddie smiles. “Yeah. Of course.”

Steve pulls him close, their fronts pressed together. Both of them are still hard, cocks trapped between their stomachs, but neither one of them moves, neither one of them tries for any friction. They don’t acknowledge it, they just lay together and wait it out.

With their arms wrapped around each other, they try to drift back off. As Eddie lays there, face tucked into Steve’s neck, he just hopes that Steve doesn’t find a reason to freak out and run. He doesn’t think he could handle it if he lost him.

He knows they need to take things so slowly, feeling things out and toeing the ever-moving line, but never stepping over it outright.

That’s all okay for now.

It has to be.

Read chapter two on ao3

#this is chapter 1 so if you go to ao3 click on to chapter 2 #steddie #steddie smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #my fics #steve/eddie #stranger things #gay steve harrington

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findafight · 2 years

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Steve's parents were absent when he was growing up yes we know this is true and so he imprinted on Hawkeye Pierce as the only stable and reliable male role model in his life (circa 1972-1983). THIS is why he doesn't realize his bisexuality is not the standard for everyone because, in my humble queer "grew up watching MASH thinking BJ and Hawkeye are married" opinion, Hawkeye is a fruity little guy. absolute icon of a bisexual. Like obviously so many characters are Queer Icons in Mash (Klinger is Very Obvious and yes I'm in love with him and yes he was an Important Experience for baby me what about it. But also. Henry Blake I see you. Margaret Houlihan you should kiss a woman about it.) BUT Hawkeye is 1) arguably the Main Character 2) openly flirts with men/indicates he is Down To Bone if they are so inclined/implies he is Babygirl Material (??? Legitimately catches me off guard rewatching he's so obvious. Sir! This is a hospital! You have your hands inside a person's guts!) 3) was definitely in love with both Trapper and BJ (I am not taking comments about this at any time) 4) very much Cool Uncle shaped and begging to be imprinted upon by baby gays.

And while YES obviously I believe Klinger was Steve's First Celeb Crush because man's got a Type, he ain't subtle, Hawkeye was the one that ingrained that it's Totally Normal And Straight To Want To Flirt With Men into baby Steve's brain. Like of course Hawkeye was in love with BJ you just don't talk about it for some reason. He doesn't know. Gay people are because they act a certain way? Because they're only attracted to their own gender? He isn't sure and he's not thinking too hard about it. And that's his role model!! Hawkeye is the best! Sure Colonel Potter is the most Horse girl Dad Man of anyone ever, but Hawkeye is So Shaped.

So when he comes out to Robin in a totally bizarre manner ("Robin. Was. Was Mash gay?" "Steve. Babe. what are you talking about." "Like, Hawkeye and BJ? They were kinda gay right? And Hawkeye definitely said stuff that implied he liked men. I am wondering if that's a gay thing." "Steve. Usually when a man likes other men it's a gay thing." "So Mash is gay" "I have no clue. I mean. Klinger was kinda fruity, right? So... Maybe?" "Hm. Huh. Okay so like. Hawkeye liked women right?" "Yes. I do recall he was certainly interested in women" "yeah and he had that girlfriend who didn't want to marry him. But he also liked men. Is that a thing? He had that lady-ex but was also in love with BJ. I thought everyone was like that." "W-why? Why would you think that?" "Because Hawkeye did! And so do I! You know I didn't have many positive male role models in my life so I just assumed that's how Being Straight was." "Steve I love you but being attracted to anyone but someone of the opposite gender is, to me, a decidedly Not Straight thing to do." " "That's what I'm saying, rob! Mash was kinda gay, and so am I!") He speeds past queer crisis directly into "I can't believe I could have been dating boys this whole time too why didn't anyone tell me this earlier." While Robin is bewildered as to how Steve gaslight gatekeep girlbossed his way into and immediately out of the closet.

#steve harrington #robin Buckley #steddie #platonic stobin #eddie: okay so are you freaking out because i kissed you #steve: no no mash got me thru the crisis real fast im just realizing i have a type #eddie: im sorry. mash got you thru your sexuality crisis?#steve: less of a crisis and more of a 'oh shit. thats NOT straight? huh' moment #eddie:how did mash do that? steve: robin told me it wasnt straight to have crushes on men and lemme tell you.mash did not teach that lesson #mash #finda's rambles #yes i am continuing my 'steve loves Mash' agenda and you cant do anything about it.#also my 'steves first crush was Klinger' agenda.#stranger things

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robinsno1lesbian · 11 months

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Also also older neighbor Robin thot,

Reader & her talk about *sensitive* topics bc she gives great advice and reader comes to her about never *playing* with herself or ever finishing with anyone so older!neighbor!Robin gives reader a hands on lesson

(Take it as mutual mash orrrrr just Robin having some fun hehe)

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 - 𝐑.𝐁.

older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2693 (ceebs this was supposed to be a short little drabble, look what you made me do??)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!), masturbation, finger sucking, vaginal fingering, reader is shy at first but robin can work with that, not beta read (i feel like i should stop mentioning that but english isn't my first language so i feel the urge to explain myself lmao).

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i am just projecting at this point but i'm here for it tbh- also this fic fits perfectly into the neighbor!robin universe so?

robin always gave great advice, from the first day on.

whether she was helping you with your styling choices or with where to look for your missing diary, she always seemed to get it right.

maybe that is why you chose to ask her, out of all people.

it not like there were many people to aks anyway. you obviously couldn't talk to your parents and none of your friends would get it.

so, here you are, sitting with your very handsome neighbor, the words you have just said still lingering.

you regret it immediately and the way she is raising her brows speaks volumes.

you must have made this weird. or uncomfortable. probably both.

either way, you have definitely ruined it.

"i mean uhm- shit- i" you bite the inner side of your cheek to cut yourself off. there is no point in denying it now. "i'm sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no" she interrupts and takes your hands in hers. your breath hitches in your throat. the way her long, delicate fingers wrap around your wrists does things to you. things you have never felt before.

there is a spark of something new in her eyes now. something curious maybe...? the fact that you have chosen her bedroom as a place to have this conversation is most definitely not helping.

her scent is all around you and the feeling of the soft cotton beneath your bare leg makes you want her to press your damp skin up against it and kiss all doubts off of you.

you put your hands down to your thigh and rub your palm up and down over the skin. a nervous habit that would normally help. it's not helping right now though.

she drags her finger along her own jaw in thought, her gaze still lingering upon you.

"go on" she breathes eventually.

"it's just that- god-" you inhale deeply before the words start spilling out. "i guess i never...got what it was all about, you know? this big, great feeling everyone talked out-"

"you mean like cumming?" she asks. she says it with such ease.

"y-yeah that- i mean- cumming. right. yeah. everyone is just- i don't know- it's like some big inside joke that everyone seems to know about and i am the only one who doesn't get it"

robin nods along your words.

"and it's not like i am that experienced but- maybe i'm broken?" your voice cracks at the last part.

"broken?" the woman repeats softly. "you're most definitely not broken y/n. why would you think that?"

"it just- it has never worked with anyone else you know what i mean?

when i'm alone it's...one thing. but when someone else is touching me it's just- god" you groan in frustration.

"it doesn't seem to work then”

you know you're probably all red in the face right now. but robin is so considerate, so sweet about this. you just can't seem to help yourself.

and maybe you don't want to help yourself. maybe you want her to help. maybe you want-

"i can show you" she finally says.

you nearly choke on your own spit. your eyes widen and your jaw drops.

"w-what?"

"i can show you" robin repeats. "i don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything but like...i can show you- how to touch yourself, i mean. i can-"

"please" you whisper under your breath. it's so quiet you're afraid she won't hear, because you're not sure you'll be able to repeat yourself. but of course she does.

robin puts a hand around you and lays you down slowly, so slowly that you could stop her a thousand times if you wanted to.

she lingers above you for a second, searching your eyes for any doubts but finding none.

you finally move and bring a hand up to her cheek.

her skin is so soft beneath your fingers. so soft.

"can i kiss you?" robin asks.

you nod your head and lean up to meet her halfway. nothing compares to the feeling of her lips on yours. nothing will ever compare again.

the kiss is soft at first, but you quickly grow hungry for more and part your lips. luckily she gets the hint and slides her tongue into your mouth slowly.

you gasp at the new feeling but gladly let it happen, even suck her tongue further into your mouth.

"has anyone ever made you cum?" she whispers. the rasp in her voice seems to be even more prominent when she's saying such words.

you nearly choke on your breath again and choose to shake your head before you can start to second guess your answer.

"okay" she nods. "that's okay. don't worry, we'll get you there baby, alright?"

"please robin" you don't mean to sound so desperate but you also can not decline such an offer.

"have you ever gotten yourself off?"

your eyes meet hers and you bite your lip, your mind wandering to the countless times you've run your hands down your body, imagining they were hers. you nod.

"show me" robin rasps.

"show you?" you repeat.

"yeah...show me how you would normally do it, what you like and dislike..." she stares down at you for a second before she adds. "can you be a good girl and do that for me?"

your lips part but only a strangled moan comes out. you have imagined how these words might sound from her. but actually hearing them?

you nod your head and lean back against the pillows behind you, so that you're sitting up in front of her.

she leans back and gestures for you to continue.

you keep looking at her and try not to get too self conscious while you slowly pull your panties down your legs from below your summer dress.

you can see robin visibly gulp when you throw them down the side of the bed.

you bend you legs at the knees and then spread them slowly, slightly teasing her.

"god fuck" she mumbles, proving that it's working.

you pull up your dress and your face flushes red when you expose your bare cunt to her.

she just puts a hand to your thigh to keep you open for her gaze.

you don't even know how you find the strenght to do it but you run a hand down your body and slowly begin tracing over your outer lips, fingers froming a v-shape as you spread yourself open for her to see.

"fuck-" you breathe out shakily. "fuck robin"

she squeezes your thigh gently. "i'm right here. now show me. show me how you would normally do it"

robin's gaze follows your fingers as you start stroking your clit on either side.

you immediately fight back the urge to close your thighs and choose to focus on robin instead.

robin who is sitting right there, watching you with a mesmerized, hungry expression.

"does that feel good?" she asks with watchful eyes on your dripping entrance. only the fact that she is watching you like this makes you wetter than you would get under any circumstances.

"yeah" you nod your head. "so good robin"

"is that all you do?"

"no" you bite your lip again and watch her as she tilts her head suggestively.

alright, here goes nothing.

your lashes flutter and your lips part when you dip two of your fingers down to your entrance.

you're taking aback at the feeling of your arousal. god, you really are wet.

you moan softly when you push them inside but it delights you to see that robin's expression is a reflection of your own: her lips agape and her eyelids heavy.

"god please let me touch you y/n" she whispers after a couple of thrusts under her watchful eye.

there is nothing you would want more. you lean back on the mattress and scoot further down, so that robin is towering above you.

you remove your hand from your center slowly. it's almost painful to stop now, but you know it'll only get better.

robin runs her hand up your thighs slowly and smiles when you shiver in response.

"so pretty" she whispers in amazement. "so pretty"

she runs it further and further up, over your chest, until her fingers reach your lower lip.

your eyes widen when she pulls it down slowly.

you wrap your lips around her index and middle finger and suck them past your lips eagerly.

it's an easy thing for you to take them in until the second knuckle and she just watches you in a haze as you suck on them, wettening them further.

you let them fall from your mouth once you feel like they have gotten wet enough, mostly because you can't wait much longer though. you need robin. now.

the woman brings her fingers down to your clit but stops for you to give her the final permission. you nod and her fingers find your clit.

"oh fuck" you breathe and your eyes close.

she copies the movements you have shown her, applying exactly the right amount of pressure.

"right there robin, right there" you squirm. the sensation of someone else touching you like this is so new.

and it feels so fucking good.

so good, in fact, that you start canting your hips up to meet her fingers, an attempt to pick up the pace. but robin hushes you.

"let me do the work pretty girl" she says. "just lay back and relax"

"but-" you want to protest but the words die on your tongue at one particular flick of her fingers "fuck".

"oh, you like that yeah?" she asks and raises her brows as she repeats the movement.

"fuck yeah-" you moan softly. robin now has one finger on either side of your clit, rubbing gently and in all the right ways.

you bite down on your index as you watch her and how she is looking at you while she is giving you such an insane amount of pleasure.

probably more than anyone else -including yourself- has ever given you.

"you want more, pretty girl?" she hums and her fingers toy around your entrance. all of your muscles seem to tense up at the exact same time and a breathy moan falls from your lips.

"please"

robin smiles and uses the wetness that is pooling between your thighs to cover her fingers in them. you're sure the extra makeshift lube isn't necessary but you're thankful that she is being considerate nonetheless.

your fingers wrap around her wrist in a tight grip when she pushes to fingers into your throbbing cunt.

her lips part and her eyes blink under heavy lids multiple times, almost as if she was inserting those fingers into herself rather than you.

your mouth is forming a silent 'o' as you apologetically loosen your grip. but robin doesn't mind.

"holy shit" she curses under her breath. "holy shit fuck y/n-"

"robin" you whimper when she pushes her fingers all the way inside, a wet squelching sound echoing through the room. you should feel embarrassed, you should feel ashamed, for letting your neighbor finger fuck you in her bedroom, all spread out for her. but you don't.

"you're so fucking pretty" she rasps as she starts curling her fingers against that spot inside of you. "and you sound so pretty too, you know that? god i wanna hear more..."

she picks up the pace of her thrusts as she speaks and your back arches up against her.

you can't even keep your eyes open anymore and they fall shut as you desperately rut against her hand.

"eyes on me" robin orders. "i need to see you, god-"

you obey immediately, eyes snapping open to stare up at her. your heart flutters when you see the way her hips are grinding down against the comforters below her.

she's biting her lower lip all while fucking her fingers into you without showing any signs of stopping. but you can tell by the look on robin's face that she wants something too.

"c-come here" you breathe and use your free hand to pat the spot next to you. robin raised her brows in surprise and you glare down to where she is rocking against the mattress.

only the fact that you got her to this point has another wave of arousal washing through you.

"i- i want to...help you too" you blush "can i?"

robin is next to you in an instant. she has to remove her fingers from you for a second, which seems painful, but becomes nearly irrelevant the second she starts unbuttoning her pants for you.

excitement rushes through you as she undresses for you and pulls down both her pants and her underwear.

your eyes glue to the wet patch in her panties before she throws them aside and spreads her own legs, your thighs bumping together in the process.

she looks over at you and your eyes meet.

"are you sure?" she asks and puts a strand of hair behind your ear. "we don't-"

you cut robin off my pressing your lips together in a searing kiss. she gasps in surprise but lets it happen. she places her palm on your cheek while you're making out and moans into your mouth openly.

eventually, you run a hand down her body and she follows suit. you copy her motions and you let your hands wander down the other's body synchronized.

you stop when your palm in cupping her mound and exhale shakily when you feel her wetness against your fingers.

her eyes don't leave yours when she nods and you both dip two fingers into the other's cunt.

you do your best to copy what robin is doing inside of you but it seems to be working, judging by the constant curses and moans that robin can't hold back.

after just a couple of minutes, she goes faster again. slowly at first, you barely notice it, but then her thrusts become uncoordinated too.

"fuck" she groans while she is spreading her legs further. you can see them shaking even from where you're sitting "just like that...good girl"

your own orgasm is fast approaching now. you've been turned on from the minute you walked into her house but would've never guessed that the day would take such turns.

"oh robin" you moan. "fuck you're- your fingers- god"

she lets her head drop back against the pillows, eyes closed and mouth hanging open while her arousal is soaking into the fabric beneath her.

your jaw goes completely slack when she starts rubbing her thumb over your clit and the last thing you can really do is circle your own thumb over her clit as well before the pleasure starts reaching its peak.

"i'm- i think- oh god- i-" you don't even know how to say it.

"fuck, me too" robin moans and that is pretty much all it takes.

your back arches and with obscene moans of her name on your lips, you cum all over her fingers and coat her hands and the blanket below with your release.

you don't stop your own hand from moving, despite the fact that your wrists hurt from the angle, and fuck robin over the edge of her own orgasm as well.

your name sounds so pretty when she calls it out as she cums, a sight you could probably get used to.

"just like that, just like that- fuck- so good for me" robin moans.

neither of you stops until the other is shaking from the aftershocks and can't keep up anymore.

you withdraw your fingers from her slowly and turn to face her. she does the same and you find yourself staring at her. at her beautiful facial features, her freckled skin, and soft lips.

once she has caught her breath, she speaks.

"i've been waiting for this" she whispers.

"me too" you admit and bite your lip.

"you're beautiful"

you know this is only the beginning and there really is no stopping you after what you've done just now.

but maybe that's good. maybe you really want it. and maybe she does too.

it sure seems like it, when she leans in and kisses you.

#robin buckley #neighbor!robin x reader #older!neighbor!robin x reader #older!neighbor!robin buckley #neighbor!robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley smut #robinsno1lesbian drabbles

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zackcollins · 2 years

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Sidearm Sunday || NYY vs TOR || 06/19/22 || For: @donttelltheelff

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chrisbitchtree · 8 months

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It may be my birthday, but I have a little gift for you all instead! Enjoy!

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Billy knows that Steve’s love for him is unconditional, just like his love for Steve is. He also knows that Steve doesn’t need big shiny tokens of Billy’s affection to feel that love.

He likes simple things. Home cooked dinners, massages, Billy’s hand knitted scarves for Christmas every year, all carefully tucked away in their own special drawer when not in use.

That never stops Billy from trying to do the most possible every year for Steve’s birthday. Take, for example, Steve’s 21st, the last birthday before they moved out of Hawkins, heading west, when Billy planned a massive scavenger hunt that took Steve to all their special places, or his 25th, when Billy had convinced him he’d tone down the birthday plans for once, only to have Robin and Dustin fly in from New York, where they were both going to school at the time, for the occasion. They’d went to a Dodgers game, then to dinner and a karaoke bar, and had the time of their lives.

This year, Billy was planning to bigger than ever, literally, with a chocolate cake comprised of ten small tiers. Three months ago, Billy had bought a ring, planning to ask Steve a question on his 30th birthday that he should have asked him long ago. They’ve talked about taking the next step together plenty of times, but it’s just never happened, so Billy’s taking his chance now.

The plan is to construct such a ridiculous cake that Steve’ll think that’s the big surprise, and he’ll never see the proposal coming. The idea to put the ring in the cake comes later, when Billy thinks of his childhood birthdays, his mom baking coins into the cake for him to find.

What’s stopping him from wrapping the ring in tinfoil and baking it into the top tier? It turns out nothing is, so he does it, proud of his genius when all the layers come out perfectly. You’d never be able to tell that there was an engagement ring in one of them.

That becomes a problem when Billy loses track of which layer has the ring in it. He’s sure it’s the one cooling next to the sink, but it could also be the one cooling on the table, or one of the ones on the coffee table.

He finally decides it has to be the one next to the stove. It has to be. He’s sure of it after lifting them all, trying to detect the little bit of added weight.

He frosts the cake, pleased with how perfectly straight it is, then he showers and gets dressed. Steve unfortunately works on his birthday this year, so Billy picks him up and they head to the restaurant from there.

He tries to act normal through dinner, but his palms are sweating and his heart is beating fast from a combination of nerves about proposing and fear that the ring isn’t in the top layer.

Thankfully Steve doesn’t seem to notice, focusing instead on the delicious mashed potatoes and the couple at the next table who may or may not be breaking up right in front of them. It’s a welcome distraction.

They get home, refrigerating the leftovers, and Billy pulls out the cake. Steve oohs and ahhs at the height of it before blowing out the candles and giving Billy a kiss of thanks.

Billy serves Steve the topmost layer and himself the one below and waits. And waits some more. Waits until Steve finishes the whole small layer.

Either Steve’s playing it really cool right now or Billy’s royally fucked things up. He looks at Steve’s empty plate, then at the remaining eight layers.

Before he can think of what to do, Steve speaks, taking Billy’s hand in his own. “Thank you so much, babe. I know every year I tell you not to do anything big and every year you don’t listen, and I should know that by now, but you somehow still manage to surprise me. You’re the best partner that a man could ever ask for.”

Oh god, Steve’s now slipping down onto the floor on one knee, still holding onto Billy’s hand.

“You’re kind, funny, compassionate, and incredibly thoughtful. We’ve been to hell and back and I’m so glad we’ve been through each other’s sides by all of it. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.”

Now he’s reaching into his pocket. Oh no, this couldn’t be going any worse. But it also couldn’t be going any better. Steve wants to marry him! He wants to spend his life with Billy!

“Billy, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

Billy nods, tears springing to his eyes as Steve slips the beautiful black band onto Billy’s finger. Then, the laughter starts as Steve stands up and kisses him. He giggles helplessly against Steve’s lips.

Steve pulls back and looks at Billy questioningly, a smile on his face. “What’s so funny, babe?”

Billy just laughs harder, having to take a couple minutes to compose himself before he can respond. Finally, he can speak. “Soooo, I really fucked things up today. There’s a ring for you somewhere in that cake, wrapped in tinfoil. I thought it would be such a great surprise to have you find it in your piece of cake. But then I lost track of what layer it’s in. I was going to have our friends over tomorrow to celebrate our engagement and eat the rest of the cake, but now the plan’s all ruined because I’m an idiot.”

Steve laughs, pulling Billy into a hug and kissing his cheek. “You’re not an idiot, babe. That was incredibly sweet of you, and I can definitely say I’m still surprised! Can you grab me one of the shish-kabob skewers from the kitchen.”

Billy’s confused, but does what he says, returning quickly with it.

Steve takes it from him and starts sliding it down through the layers, and fuck, why didn’t Billy think of that? It doesn’t take him long at all to find it, and they carefully lift the layers on top of the one it’s hiding in before cutting it out.

And now they each have a ring, a symbol of their love for each other, and a funny story to tell to boot. In retrospect, this night couldn’t have gone any better if Billy had tried.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #chrisbitchtree writes #my fic #happy birthday to me!

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martianclown · 2 years

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love love the youtuber au!! please tell us a little bit about the content of each videos we see there on the side? 😘

THANK YOU!! ABSOLUTELY!!

Let's start with Steve:

Getting Ready For Date night: So in this AU Steve is out as a bisexual and this is probably the first time anyone hears mention of him actually dating someone. In the video he's just getting ready and doing all that fun stuff before he goes out. Meanwhile he's talking about his date. (Not mentioning his name of course)

Getting Drunk (ft. My Bestie): This is a video where Steve and Robin get absolutely wasted. They start off drinking at home but somehow by the end of the video they end up out on the streets. Shenanigans ensue.

Reacting to cursed food (ft. Dustin): Steve gives in to Dustin pleading to be on the channel so he makes him regret it by feeding him various disgusting foods. Boiled pizza, pickle and banana sandwich, mashed olives and mayonnaise, etc.

Now onto Billy:

Tips for lifting weights: Your standard dudebro showing other dudebros how to lift and shit. Pretty straightforward. Honestly, most, if not all of his viewers are more interested in the part near the middle of the video where he gets rid of his tank top.

At Home.: Billy does vlogs SOMETIMES and when he does he doesn't show us his partner >:[

The audience is starting to catch on that it might be Steve Harrington though and this video is slowly going to start getting more views. Twitter goes wild with screenshots and theories 👀

Very Funny :) : And finally the mysterious "Very funny" video. It's a 28 second video of hardly anything to see but two people laughing together. You can mostly hear Billy since he's the closest to the camera, but again the stans start to compare Steve's laughter from his videos to the laughing in this very funny video.

#harringrove #harringrove yt au #i imagine they're probably tickling each other or something in the very funny video #ask me anything about the AU!!

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deadghosy · 2 years

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🎃Halloween imagines

Robin Arellano

He would definitely do some stupid shit.

You can’t tell me he would be that kid to pretend they haven’t been to your house before when he has been there for the 6th time for more candy 🍭

Binges horror movies and his favorite ones.

If you ever went trick or treating with him he would be so happy and hold your hand while smiling.

Wouldn’t do matching costumes cause he says that they are “corny” but really he is embarrassed going out cause of his “bad kid reputation”

But he would definitely make sure you both wear matching bandannas in public to school.

One time he once stayed home to give candy out to kids only for the kids to take more than one and when Robin caught one of them little shits they threw candy at robin like a dog.

Never again did he open that damn door again.

Finney Blake

He either is staying home to give candy out, or trick or treating.

Finn loves when you come to his house, so he would play your favorite Halloween movie ever.

Popcorn and everything. This man is prepared for this nice Halloween date.

If he did went trick or treating, he would bring you and Gwen. Y’all would have a blast ding dong ditching people’s house and run laughing your asses off.

I can see Finn skipping like a little girl cause he is having the time of his life with Halloween.

Ends Halloween with eating too much candy and waking up with wrappers around him and you in his arms while Gwen is literally hanging off the couch.

Vance hopper

You would have to annoy him and beg him to dress up for Halloween.

The costumes were a demon and you beings angel. When I tell you this man didn’t get when you said the demon costume reminded you of him.. he did not get in at all.

So when you both walked out, Bruce came to say hello when he stopped smiling at Vance who looks ready to go home already. “Why is Vance dressed as himself, yk you can’t dress like yourself dude.” Vance right then and there now meant why he had to wear this stupid costume.

He looks to his right to see you trying not to laugh. “You think this is funny shit head?” You just nod while trying to keep it together even if some little noises are coming out.

He pushes you away from him while walking away fuming. “THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT! I CANT BELIEVE THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH-”

He stole a little kid’s candy bag cause his whole night was ruined. The kids mom told him to be more mature but Vance flipped he lady off and said “fuck off lady” while still walking away.

Bruce Yamada

Bruce is definitely trick or treating.

Would go as his favorite baseball player, this mf would be holding his baseball bat waving it around jerks who would try to mess with you.

Would probably yell as loud as possible when saying “trick or treat”

Mf probably says “trick or treat or smell my feet” as a joke. And you would have to stand behind him either snickering or looking like you don’t know this man.

Would definitely use his baseball bat to pitch candy around his room for fun while you are eating his candy.

Ends Halloween with you and him telling stories when you were kids or like just talking about how trick or treating went

Billy Showalter

Would be baking Halloween cookies and making snacks for when you hang out with him.

You both will be definitely wearing matching couple costumes.

He just loves seeing you around him smiling happily. He will definitely give candy out to the kids and tell them to be good.

He most definitely is a type of boyfriend to always like hold your hand while watching a horror movie. But he doesn’t like watching horror movies because he’ll get nightmares every two days in a row.

So really you both are we watching comedy shows while eating candy together. if he ever went trick-or-treating he will bring you along ‘ he likes to have you around him because he feels comfortable with you, he’ll be the kid to yell out to the people gives them candy “have a good night.” with the most charming smile.

If he was giving candy out he would always have the most favorite candy ever. and your Halloween ends with you waking up on his shoulder, smiling at the memory you two had.

Griffin Stagg

(This part is you being his parental figure cause it’s cute that way)

He would tell you to let him go trick or treating since you are kinda protective over him. He loves that you care about him a lot.

He even once called you his mom/dad/parent. He was so embarrassed that it slipped out but you said it was okay.

“Mom/Dad/(Y/n)!! THEY HAVE SNICKERS!!” Griffin yelled in excitement. He ran up to you and pulled your sleeve so he could show you.

He definitely had a sugar rush, so you had a bottle of water just in case he went too crazy. This was the first time he felt free of negativity and boredom. Of course he loved his books, but he also know that there is more than books.

He loved that he felt like a kid. And you were proud too, you were proud to see him smile like that this night.

He was very bouncy while going to houses, he was dressed as a pumpkin cause you sometimes call him your little pumpkin.

When you both went home he was sharing his candy with you even if you told him no. He still gave you some.

You both watch some movies to past the night, and when you woke up he was on you lap. Cuddled against you smiling. You softly smiled at him while kissing his head.

And that’s how you both ended Halloween

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Misinterpreted Love

Eddie Munson x fem! reader

(not my gif)

Description: Having fun with your friends at the fair sounded like a decent night, but that wasn't until one of their plans was to get you and Eddie together.

PURE FLUFF! the tiniest bit of angst but mainly fluff!

Warnings: Umm none

Word count: 4523 (I'm so sorry)

A/N: I just want to thank everyone for the love on my first fanfic 'Fake Animosity' (posted on my second blog @edddimun) - i might do a part 2 that's just going to be fluff (if u rllyyyy want it just lmk)

Tonight, the group’s plan is to attend the Fourth of July fair. A few challenges were made amongst the group that need to be completed tonight. Lucas and Mike made a bet between themselves to see who would win the most prizes for their girlfriend. Steve and Robin are on the mission to try and find the love of their lives. Max, El and Will were determined to eat as many corndogs as they can. But you? You were there to have fun, but you would be lying if you said that was your main goal. You were there to spend more time with Eddie- who was surprisingly coming.

Dustin was aware of your feelings for Eddie, though you’ve never admitted it. But what you didn’t know was Eddie’s liking towards you too. And guess what? Dustin knew that too. When he heard that you and Eddie were coming along to the fair, Dustin was ecstatic. He knew he had to do something between you two. He was sick and tired of you and Eddie babbling to Dustin about each other, and he was especially exhausted from both of you being obstinate and refusing to acknowledge your sentiments to Dustin when he asked.

“Eddie do you like her or not? The way you gawk at her whenever she’s around is so obvious that you do! and the way you talk about her hair-”

“Dustin Henderson!” Eddie loudly interrupts him at the lunch table. The group shared scared glances amongst themselves.

“I will shut your mouth up for you if you don’t stop talking about it. Right. now.” Eddie harshly whispers to Dustin while pointing at him with an almond between his thumb and index finger.

Dustin nods and looks down. Silence fills the air as everyone avoids Eddie’s gaze.

“Well…you didn’t deny it-AH!”

An almond suddenly slaps Dustin on the cheek making him groan in pain. He looks at Eddie, who is shooting daggers with his eyes. Dustin immediately looks away.

“Um-so-uh, these mash potatoes are really nice today…” Dustin hesitantly says rubbing his cheek while playing with the watery, slimy mash. They really weren’t.

You sat in your car watching the D&D members walk out of the school along with Eddie following behind them. You were there to pick up Dustin as he wanted to visit Steve at Family Video store.

Dustin spots your car and walks towards you, waving goodbye to the rest of the members. You see Eddie look in your direction, making eye contact with you. He gives a small smile.

Returning your smile, the car door opens, “Hey! Thanks for coming to-”

“His hair looks so soft today,” You cut him off, still watching Eddie as he’s now entering his van. You look back at Dustin who’s sitting on the passenger seat with his brows furrowed and arms crossed looking at you with a blank expression.

“Sorry, what were you-”

“Do you like Eddie?” You lift an eyebrow as you look at Dustin. The idea of Dustin being serious was something you had never seen. He was attempting to be intimidating, but you thought it was cute.

A smile creeps up on your face, “You’re so cute when you’re serious Dustin!”

You ruffle his hair while chuckling, “Answer my question!” He groans. You really didn’t want to deny nor confess your feelings, but instead, you heard the radio playing your new favourite Queen song. Perfect timing you thought. You turn the volume up as loud as you could, making Dustin groan in agony.

“WOOOOO-I WANT TO BREAK FREE! SORRY DUSTIN I CAN’T HEAR YOU RIGHT NOW! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG!” You yell over the top of the music as Dustin covers his ears with his hands. He hates your guts right now. But he’s also content that you also didn’t deny the question.

So what was Dustin’s goal tonight?

To get you and Eddie to confess your feelings to each other.

Steve loudly clasps his hands together gathering the attention of the group, “Okay let me set some things straight before I let you all go.” The younger ones groan.

“Don’t whine at me. Otherwise, I won’t give you extra money to play more games. Anyways, you kids better not leave the fair at any time unless you’re with one of us,” he says pointing towards himself and the older ones aka you, Nancy, Eddie and Robin.

He huffs and points his hands towards the entrance letting them go, watching the younger ones run but Dustin.

“Dustin, why are you still here?” Steve asks confused.

“I want to hang out with you guys tonight. I feel like you guys are more fun than the others,” Dustin lies in hopes of Steve letting him stay with them.

As Steve opens his mouth to protest against it, “You are more than welcome to stay with us Dustin!” You say with enthusiasm. Steve closes his mouth.

“Yeah see! You guys can spend more time with me now,” Dustin exclaims with a cheeky smile. His plan is off to a good start.

“Whoa, aren’t we so lucky?” Eddie mumbles sarcastically as he does jazz hands. He spends enough time with Dustin as it is and the fact that he’s going to be with you guys the whole night is throwing him off because now Eddie is going to have less time alone with you.

Dustin rolls his eyes, “Excus-“

“Let’s go get some food first yeah? So everyone’s happy?” You say with a nod, hoping that food will lighten up the mood of the boys. The boys exchanged glances amongst themselves. Dustin looks at you with pursed lips, silently nodding his head in agreement. A wide smile spreads across your face while looking at the boys. Eddie rolls his eyes at Dustin and lightly kicks the dirt on the ground. You link your arm with Dustin and start heading towards the food stands.

“I’m going to get a hotdog. What about you?” You ask Dustin.

“Hm..what are you going to get Eddie?” Dustin questions.

Eddie clicks his tongue as he’s scanning the different food stalls, “Hm..probably just a hotdog too.”

“GREAT!” Dustin loudly bursts with excitement. Thank god. Dustin unlinks his arm with yours and pushes you towards Eddie, lightly landing on his chest. Eddie instinctively places his hands on the side of your arms to keep you stable but doesn’t push you away. Dustin is widely smiling with glee right now. His eyes smile with satisfaction as he observes the tiny reddening of you and Eddie’s ears. You hold your breath as Eddie’s hands are on you with your back against his chest. Eddie's heart is pounding wildly against your back, he's freaking out about whether you can feel it or not. Dustin begins to quietly giggle at the sight of you both.

You hear the giggles escape from Dustin’s mouth, “Dustin are you oka-” Dustin interrupts you by bouncing up and down with a weird smile on his face. What is wrong with him today. Eddie's brows knit in confusion as he watches Dustin.

“You and Eddie should go to the hotdog stand while I go get cotton candy!” He quickly says before sprinting off in the opposite direction of the cotton candy stand.

Your eyes squint in confusion, gesturing with your finger in the direction of the cotton candy vendor before pointing the other way to Dustin's retreating silhouette amid the crowd. Dustin's strange behaviour has already caught your attention before, but now it’s getting quite concerning.

“Isn’t the cotton candy that way?” You ask chuckling in confusion.

Eddie's hands gently withdraw from your arms. You take a step forward and turn around to face Eddie, feeling slightly saddened that you no longer feel his touch. You notice he already has a faint smile on his face still staring in the direction Dustin vanished as he is also still puzzled. His eyes eventually fall to yours, lightly chuckling at your query. Wow… you both simultaneously thought. Eddie noticed how your beautiful starry eyes glistened in the moonlight and reflected the heavenly night sky. You seemed to realise how large his brown eyes were, how flawlessly plump his lips were, and how his curling fringe brushed over his brows.

He nervously scratches the back of his neck and looks towards the ground, still smiling.

Eddie laughs out, “That isn’t so smart for a boy that’s literally the smartest in our group,” you laugh along with him as a growing blush creeps on your cheeks.

You held your elbow up towards him, “Let's grab some hotdogs shall we?” you say in a playful tone.

He smirks, “We shall m’lady,” responding with the same energy linking his arm with yours. From the perspective of an outsider, it seems as if you both are completely in love with each other- which you are. The smiles, the glances and the way you both converse are full of adoration and love.

With a five-dollar bill in your hand, you stretch your arm out towards the vendor, but Eddie’s hand quickly decides to give his note quicker than you.

A small gasp escapes your lips, “Hey!” you exclaim facing your body towards Eddie who grabs the hotdogs from the vendor.

“It was my treat, Eddie.” He rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to treat you this whole night,” He says holding one out your hotdog for you. Sweetheart. You bite your lip trying your best to suppress your smile.

“Eddie you can’t-” He deliberately but gently shoves the hotdog in your mouth. You shriek as you feel the sauce smear your lips and part of your nose. Eddie loudly laughs swinging his head back.

“Got a little something on your nose there,” He laughs while pointing at the tip of his nose. You grab the hotdog from your mouth and hold it in your hand, licking your lips to remove as much of the sauce as you can.

“You could’ve at least aimed correctly,” you chuckle while pushing your hair behind your ears to avoid more of a mess. You felt a little embarrassed as there is sauce on the tip of your nose. Eddie thought you were unbelievably cute when you were startled by the quick ramming of the hotdog in your mouth and the sauce on your face.

Eddie grabs a napkin from his pocket and then extends it in your direction. You were about to grab it but he skilfully dodges your hand and wipes your nose instead. The pang in your heart made you slightly jolt. Your eyes rapidly blink in bewilderment. With a clean swipe, he throws the napkin in the trash can right beside you both. Eddie feels ecstatic right now. His flirty disposition is taking over him, and he is enjoying it as he observes your bafflement and the noticeable redness on your cheeks.

Still starstruck, you manage to stutter out, “I-uh-um-ha-t-thanks…” with a shy downward smile. Eddie notices your sudden shyness and can’t help but feel as if he’s falling in love once more just by staring at you. His heart began to melt, and a loving smile gradually formed on his face. This is a sight he fell in love with. You were a sight that made everyone but you in the world crumble around him. Though, his heart twisted as he recalled he was yet not yours. His loving grin faded as he nodded and delved into his food, attempting to conceal his disappointment.

Finding the rest of the group you, Dustin and Eddie approached a game. You notice a cute fluffy blue seal as one of the prizes. You had an idea in your head.

Placing your hand on both of the boys' shoulders, “Whoever wins me that blue seal gets to…” you were thinking of a reward in your head, “gets to ride the Ferris wheel with me!” you say in excitement, hoping that Eddie will win instead of Dustin. You didn’t have a problem sitting with Dustin on the Ferris wheel, it’s just that you now have a chance of sitting with Eddie as Dustin would’ve automatically sat with you on the ride.

“That’s a reward?” Dustin scoffs. You elbow him in the rib, earning a groan.

“Of course it is. I mean like- I can be a very entertaining person- and a Ferris wheel ride can be awkward and boring if you’re not with someone who isn’t awkward! A-and on the plus side I’ll convince the worker to make us pause on the top to see the fireworks!” You quickly ramble with a hint of hesitation and confusion to your own explanation trying to reason with Dustin to make it seem rewardable. Dustin looks at you baffled. She’s acting weird. There is an awkward silence between you three. Eddie is trying to seem confused but is secretly determined to win you the seal. Dustin is now trying to figure out why you’re acting like this and you’re trying to get Eddie to win you this blue damn seal so you could sit with him. Dustin scans you up and down, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers, staring at him with wide eyes, but you have this anxious look on your face. He notices you glance at Eddie, who’s currently watching Robin and Steve play balloon darts. Wait. You. Eddie. Ferris wheel.

He cracked the code.

Dustin smiles with ease. Now you’re just making his plan easier.

“Okay. Easy. You ready Eddie?” Dustin asks him while stretching his arms above his head.

Eddie scoffs, “Always been, Henderson,” He says with a smirk. Behind that smirk, Eddie is pretty nervous. He isn’t the best at carnival games and his excuse is ‘they’re rigged!’. Although he isn’t lying, he is going against Dustin who has the brains to outsmart these games. Henderson points to where Robin and Steve are, the balloon dart*.*

Dustin knew he had to go easy on Eddie. Even though he understood how to conquer the game, he needed to stick to his original strategy. Instead, Dustin understood how to stir Eddie up so that Eddie could think correctly in order to win this 'bet'. Dustin was unconcerned since he believes Eddie was aware of the contrived nature of the game.

“One round only,” Dustin says whilst approaching the stall. You were distracted as you were watching other people play.

Eddie clasps his hands and rubs them together, “Sure. I mean you’re just throwing darts at balloons.”

“It’s pretty simple if you know how to outsmart these ‘rigged’ games,” Dustin states. Eddie slowly turns his head towards Dustin squinting his eyes.

“This is one of the easiest games Henderson, there’s no way this is ‘rigged’” Eddie says using his hands as quotation marks.

“If this is apparently ‘one of the easiest games', Do you know how to outsmart it?” Dustin mocks Eddie, noticing him becoming frustrated.

“Outsmart what? You can’t outsmart a dart stupid.”

“It’s not the da- don’t worry,” He responds waving his hand to forget about it. Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion. If it’s not the dart, then what is it? Eddie is now doubting himself inside. He needs Dustin to tell him the remainder of the information now that he's confused.

“No, continue,” Eddie quickly says to Dustin in an attempt to know the rest.

“I can’t tell you if we’re going against each other. I need to win,” Dustin smirks, not intimidated by Eddie’s nature. Eddie looks at the worker ushering the people in front of them for their turn, they’re next. He looks at Dustin with a pleading expression on his face. If only Dustin knew why he really wanted to win.

“L-look just tell me man,” Eddie lowly whispers to him, trying to not let you hear as you’re still distracted. Dustin’s eyebrows raise, noticing the difference in Eddie’s behaviour compared to a few seconds ago.

“Why do you really want to know? Are you that desperate to win Eddie?” Dustin asks with a deadpanned expression. Eddie quickly glances at you, still watching other people.

“U-uh. No. I just want to know just for uh- future games,” he lies.

“Okay then I’ll tell you afte-”

“No!” Eddie quietly outbursts slightly jumping closer to Dustin, who jolted as he was taken aback by Eddie.

“Henderson,” Eddie pleads. Dustin felt bad for teasing Eddie, if he kept continuing to annoy Eddie he knew that it would eventually backfire on him. However, he just needed to know just one. more. thing.

“Do you like her Eddie?” Dustin firmly mutters out. Eddie’s eyes break away from Dustin’s. Eddie’s mind goes blank, is he really going to admit his feelings to this sixteen-year-old.

“I mean isn’t it obvious?” Eddie mumbles whilst looking at his shoes, kicking at the dirt. Dustin sighs and places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie lifts his head and peers at Dustin.

“Do you really think I would try to win? It’s obvious how much you adore her. This entire night I’ve been trying to get you both to- i don’t know, make some moves. Why do you think I’m hanging out with you guys. You’re all actually really boring and I’d rather hang out with Will but I’m here because I know how much you like her,” Dustin spills out. Eddie reveals a small smile. He knew how caring Dustin is but he didn’t know he’d go to this extent for him, regardless of treating Dustin like garbage sometimes.

“Guys it's your turn!” You excitedly pat Eddie’s back so he and Dustin could move forward. Eddie gives Dustin a quick ‘help tell me the answer’ glance.

Dustin slightly leans his body towards Eddie and whispers, “With this stall, the darts are fine but just aim for the bigger balloons because they’re easier to pop, like- think of it as trying to break through thick skin when trying to pop smaller ones- it’s harder to break through right? So aim for the bigger ones because their skin is thinner and hence easier to pop,” Dustin quickly rambles to Eddie, hoping you didn’t hear. Eddie is trying to process the information in his head. Big balloons. Big balloons.

The worker hands them the darts. You stand beside them and start cheering them on, clueless about what has been said between them during the past five minutes.

Walking away from the stall with the blue seal in your hands, you congratulate Dustin. Yes, Dustin. How? That’s what Dustin is asking himself too. Dustin is just fuming, he told Eddie the whole answer and he still messed up. You’re disappointed on the inside because you really wanted to sit with Eddie. Why not ask him? What if he rejects you or thinks you’re crazy for wanting to sit with him rather than Dustin. Though Dustin managed to pop ten balloons in the given time, but purposely aimed for the smaller ones, Eddie on the other hand kept stalling between each throw to measure the difference between the balloons with his eyes- even the slightest difference which held him back. Eddie is sulking, to say the least. He’s never been more disappointed and embarrassed at himself. He knew the way to outsmart the game but the game still outsmarted him.

“Well, I guess you’re stuck with me Dustin!” You awkwardly chuckle with a hint of sadness in your voice. No one responds to your comment. Dustin is simply strolling next to you, not paying attention, but enraged because he thought this plan would go smoothly.

“No you’re sitting with Eddie,” Dustin blatantly says, he is completely done. You and Eddie look at him confused. Eddie’s eyes bulge out of his head. Your mouth slightly opens as you tilt your head to the side. Your eyes look at Eddie’s, who is clearly distraught.

“Uh Henderso-”

“Ah-” Dustin puts his palm up interrupting Eddie, “I don’t want to hear it. You both-” He says while furiously pointing his finger at you and Eddie, “-are sitting with each other on that Ferris wheel so you could confess your feelings and suck each other’s faces off!” he exclaims as his voice progressively became louder.

Your ears suddenly started ringing. Eddie feels like he can’t move. Silence screams in your ears. What did he just say? Fright was slowly filling you up but it was soon replaced with guilt. Did you annoy Dustin that bad about Eddie? Was he over the continuous rambling about him? Wait did he just admit ‘our’ feelings? Your breathing becomes heavy as you take a big gulp. Eddie stares at Dustin with what felt like a mixture of anger yet relief. However, Eddie doesn’t believe a word he said. There’s no way you had ‘feelings’ for Eddie. Eddie’s eyes slowly trace to yours, still staring at Dustin who’s clearly freaking out about whether or not he’s going to get yelled at or chased at by you and Eddie due to his sudden eruption.

“Dustin-” He interrupts you.

“I-I’m so s-sorry,” Dustin apologises frightened. The poor boy looks scared, his eyes howled with remorse as his hands trembles. You take a step towards him but he steps back in panic.

“N-no Dustin. Hey it’s okay I’m not mad,” You reassure him as his eyes were still wide. You place a hand on his back and start rubbing it, bringing him closer in a hug. You look at Eddie who feels bad for the boy as he knows that Dustin is scared of him. Dustin peeks behind your shoulder and sees Eddie slowly walking up to you both, what Dustin thought would be a reaction of anger, was replaced with Eddie’s softness. Eddie places his hand on Dustin’s shoulder standing right beside you.

“Don’t worry kid. I’m not mad either,” Eddie quietly mutters to Dustin. You give a small smile to Eddie. Looking back down at Dustin, you feel him sigh with relief. This was not how you thought this night would go.

“I’m actually glad you said it. To be honest, I still would’ve been afraid to say it,” Eddie says to Dustin with a hint of shame.

“Why would you be afraid?” You murmur, now staring directly at Eddie’s eyes. Eddie sighs and removes his hand from Dustin’s shoulder.

"I didn't want to embarrass myself," he claims, glancing at you and then back to the floor.

“Embarrassed about?”

“That you would reject me.”

Eddie’s eyes continue to divert your gaze, now staring at the rides behind you. Your eyes flicker in disbelief as you feel a pang in your heart. You feel Dustin’s head lift up from your chest. Dustin never knew that Eddie would ever feel embarrassed. Eddie embarrasses himself almost every day at lunch when he’d have his usual speech for the whole cafeteria to hear. But Eddie being embarrassed by rejection from you? Something Dustin never even thought of.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of Eddie,” you lift your hand up to place it on Eddie’s shoulders, but he quickly retreats back from your touch. His eyes attach to yours with sudden misery.

“But I’m a loser, I play with kids, I play a fantasy game, I’m almost twenty and still in high school, I’m dumb, I’m a freak and you’re probably hanging out with me f-for sympathy,” He mutters. Hearing the vulnerability in his tone, your eyes soften. Eddie had insecurities, but this time they got the best of him when it came to you.

“Why would you think that Eddie?” Your voice softly trembles. You always went out of your way to see Eddie because you genuinely enjoyed his company. You felt guilty as Eddie misinterpreted your love for sympathy. It wasn’t his fault for taking it this way, it was society for constantly hating and making him feel like this. At this point, Dustin is out of your grasp and is standing beside you.

You firmly say, in a clear and precise manner, “Eds, I always hang out with you because I want to, not because I'm 'forced' to.”

“I’ve always chosen you because-” You stop for a second mentally preparing yourself.

“-because I’m in love with you Eddie,” you confess trying to hold down the lump in your throat. You avert your gaze towards a random family on your side. You gulp and take deep breaths. Eddie’s brows twitch. His brain stopping for a moment. No way. His heart starts to slowly flourish, making the anger, torment and uneasiness he kept inside suddenly vanish as soon as you said those words. His lips twist into a half smile, taking a couple of steps towards you as his chest almost brushes against yours. His fingertips lightly brush over your chin, causing you to turn to face him. You slowly glance up at his warm and loving eyes.

He leans forward, forehead leaning against yours and lips millimetres apart. Feeling his breath on your lips causes you to warm up beneath his touch.

“I’m so in love with you too.”

His lips gently close the gap between you both. You wrap your arms around his neck, passionately kissing him back and pulling him closer than ever. This feeling of euphoria washed away your concerns about Eddie not feeling the same way. Your heart starts to swell as Eddie smiles against your lips, his hands slowly rubbing your waist up and down.

“I told you guys to suck each other’s faces off on the Ferris wheel!” Dustin suddenly exclaims.

You both break the kiss, having forgotten Dustin was present. Looking over at Dustin, you see his hands shielding his eyes. You and Eddie both chuckle as you draw Dustin in for a hug, his head on your chest as he eventually brings his arm to his side.

“Oh, we a hundred per cent will,” Eddie says in a seductive tone smirking at you.

“I didn’t need that confirmation!” Dustin shouts back covering his ears.

You and Eddie exchange glances as both audibly laugh. You see how his bright eyes and smile are filled with love and excitement, emotions you hardly ever see on his face. But now that you're here, it's a sensation you'll instil in him on a regular basis.

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