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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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“Who was your first kiss?”

“Depends what you mean.” Steve hits the joint Eddie passed to him. They are sitting on the roof of the trailer, stargazing. It is the first clear night of summer. Steve feels lighter than he has in months.

“I'm not really sure if there is another way to ask that, Harrington.” Eddie laughs around the tip of the joint. “It's a pretty simple question. Besides, I thought this was secret time. No need to get shy on me now.” Eddie spins to his side dramatically, tucking his hands beneath his face. He stares at Steve with joy in his eyes.

Steve takes the joint, pulls, and huff smoke into Eddie’s face. A soft laugh escapes him. “Well, I mean, do you mean like the first real kiss? Or, like, when did I start practicing?”

“Practicing?”

“Yea like, figure out how to, and what its like before the real deal? So it doesn't count.”

“I'm sorry—” Eddie scrunches his eyebrows “—I’m confused. Why wouldn't it count?”

“Cause it was with a guy.” Steve shrugs because he doesn't think it's a big deal. He doesn't understand why Eddie is hung up on it.

But then, Eddie's face does this thing for a second. Like he isn't sure whether to be angry or sad, but then it relaxes. Instead, a look of puzzlement takes over his face. “Steve, it counts. Like—even though you're not attracted to guys, that still counts as a first kiss. It’s like—kinda hurtful you think it doesn't.”

Steve tilts his head and goes over what he said in his mind. He can't recall saying anything ridiculous like he does when he is high. “Okay, now I'm confused.”

Eddie stares and says nothing.

“No! Not like confused as in I don't get why your upset, but more like confused who said I was straight?”

In shock Eddie manages, “What now?”

“Never said I was straight. I just meant that if we're talking about first kisses, usually people mean a girl. So the guy doesn't count. Especially because I didn't know I liked guys then. Think even if I was straight this right here—” Steve waves a hand between the two of them “—is pretty homoerotic so I think straight went out the window.”

Eddie swallows, looks down at Steve’s lips, and looks back into his eyes. “There is so much to unpack there. But first, thank you for telling me. Second, Steve. That is like not how it works. Just cause a kiss is practice doesn't mean you didn't kiss. Like just cause you're hitting balls at practice instead of the game, doesn't mean you're not hitting them.”

Something settles in Steve. “Huh, I guess I never thought of it that way.”

Eddie grabs Steve by the shoulders. “I'm glad you understand, but onto more pressing matters. Who was this boy you practiced with?”

“Oh, it was Tommy Hagan.”

Eddie drops his hands in shock. “Hagan?! C’mon Stevie, I thought you had better taste.”

Steve giggles at Eddie’s antics. He can't help but take in how pretty Eddie is when he gets all worked up. It is unfair in Steve’s eyes. How someone can be so wonderful even when they are losing their mind.

Steve can't resist the urge to finally flirt a little. “He wasn't my type Munson. Like I said, just practice. Wasn't really into it. Pretty sure he liked it more than me. I think if I liked him, I would have figured out the whole bisexual thing a lot sooner. No, my type is definitely more in the dark curly hair nerd department.”

Eddie swallows nervously, “Nancy?”

Steve isn't offended by Eddie’s question. Steve knows he's scrambling, can tell by the blush on his face. Steve feels hope spark within his chest. “No, she's great and all, but I was thinking more masculine. With pretty doe eyes, a deep laugh, a kind soul, and horrible taste in music.”

Eddie sputters, and Steve watches his blush spread, “My music is great!”

“Hmmm, sure.”

“Hey Stevie? Do you feel like you need more practice?” Eddie leans in close brushing his nose against Steve’s with a sudden rush of bravery.

“No, i’ve had enough practice. Think I want the real thing.”

“Okay I want to be smooth but I have to google d response to that so I am going to kiss you now.” Eddie rushes out.

“Sounds perfect.” Eddie closes the gap before Steve can say anything else. Eddie tastes like salted chocolate and weed. It's sweet and musky and so very Eddie. It starts soft, the softest kiss Steve’s had, just plush lips pushed against each other.

It slowly builds to more. Steve’s hands travel up Eddie’s sides and into his hair. He wonders how a wild thing could be so, so soft. Steve gives a gentle tug, and Eddie moans deeply into him. Eddie’s hands grab Steve’s waist and yank him forward. His hands are to cause bruises surely, and the thought leaves Steve giddy. The sounds Eddie makes are getting desperate, which causes Steve to release his own moan.

Eddie doesn't waste a second taking advantage and shoving his tongue inside Steve’s mouth. He’s warm and wet, and oh God, Steve wants more, more, more.

After a few minutes, Eddie pulls back. “Wait, who did you really think was your first kiss?”

Steve rests his forehead on Eddie’s. He can't help but think his answer is a little funny. “Carol Perkins.”

“Wait, wasn't she dating Tommy?”

“Oh yeah. He was there actually. Kinda encouraged it to happen.”

Eddie looks torn between laughing and being disgusted. “Again, so much to unpack, but I don't think I want to touch that with a ten-foot pole. At least not tonight. Can we go back to making out?”

“Yes please.” Steve all but begs, a while releasing into the space between them.

They don't pull apart until their lips are swollen and their throats are raw from moaning. It’s Steve’s best first kiss yet.

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originally this was more angsty and going to be more reflective on my personally experience of the very popular thought of “if my first kiss is with a girl it doesn't count” that I see a lot of bisexuals like myself (and other sexually fluid people...honestly an experience the whole LGBTQ+ community has) have. Like having that realization made me re-evaluate myself. But it ended up being more light hearted and using another experience of mine which is being out but refusing to count the first kiss because of who it was with. Steve and I...we have regrets. I still might write the other one, we shall see :)

#steddie #eddie brings up steve’s brief stint unknowingly in a throuple all the time #Steve screams it was one time #Eddie doesn't stop its too funny #he finally gives up when steve admits he thinks carol is gay #eddie munson loves steve harrington #steve Harrington loves Eddie munson #stranger things #cw: heavy making out #my first time writing making out be kind please #have literally wrote dirty talk and not making out??#ficlet #my writing #tommy hagan #carol perkins #steddie fic #ao3

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derangedhermit · 10 months

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Suppose Eddie comes back from the Upside Down different than he went in. We’ll call it Vampirism, but not too loudly because I’m not here to focus on blood drinking and night stalking.

Eddie is ALWAYS cold. Freezing. The party notices. ✨Steve✨ notices. He starts sitting closer to Eddie. Presses his thigh against Eddie’s. Throws his arm over the back of the couch where Eddie sits. He’s like a space heater and he’s all Eddie’s.

When Eddie is around Steve he feels warm again. As he gets more comfortable with how physically close Steve gets to him, he starts to take what he wants as well. He leans against Steve’s side. He curls his fingers around Steve’s when he has his arm thrown over his shoulder. He presses his nose into Steve’s neck and basks in his warmth during movie nights.

Their first kiss starts a fire in Eddie’s lungs and even the chill in his bones can’t put it out.

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quinns-shadowy-arts · 3 months

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Steve's Perfect Mixtape

Day 8 of @steddielovemonth‘s Steddie Love Month Event! Rating: General CW: None Tags: Getting Together, Love Confessions, Eddie’s a Romantic, Tooth Rotting Fluff. WC: 1,308 Prompt: “Love is the perfect mixtape”; Submitted by @thefreakandthehair and “Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him”; Submitted by anonymous

Eddie’s been thinking about this for months. He’s had the small cassette tape tucked into the depths of his dresser drawer since March. He started making the mixtape the same week he found out when Steve’s birthday was.

It was the night of January 24th. Big, fat snowflakes were falling from the sky. Steve and Eddie were sitting on the living room floor of the Munson’s new trailer. They were passing a joint between the two of them, relaxing and listening to some of Eddie’s tapes. They were sharing secrets and stories, lips loose from the weed.

“I’m going to be 21 in April, isn’t that crazy?” Steve had asked. Eddie didn’t really think that was all that crazy if he was being honest.

“I was supposed to be in college right now. Studying to take my dad’s spot as CEO or whatever.” Steve had looked over at Eddie before looking back up at the ceiling. Eddie’s heart squeezed at the thought.

“Do you- Do you wish you were in college?” Eddie asked, looking at the slope of Steve’s nose; straight and gorgeous. Steve looked back over at Eddie, taking a hit of the joint he’d been hogging, before responding.

“I used to. I felt like a failure for not being accepted, still sorta do. But I’m happy now that I didn’t. If I hadn’t been rejected from all the schools I applied for, I wouldn’t have Robin. I wouldn’t have worked at Scoops and wouldn’t have ever met her, y’know?” Eddie nodded. Steve made eye contact with Eddie and kept going.

“I wouldn’t have met you either. I’m happy here, with you. I would kill to be here with you, sitting on the floor and shooting the shit, rather than at some stuffy school, studying for a boring future that I don’t even want. I’m more than happy, here with you.” Steve smiled at Eddie. Eddie pulled a chunk of hair in front of his face, trying to hide the heat spreading across his face.

“Aw shucks, Stevie.” Eddie teased. Steve chuckled at Eddie’s theatrics.

“When is your birthday?” Eddie asked, still holding the hair over his face.

“April 17th, 1967. You?” Steve quirked his eyebrow at Eddie.

“August 8th, 1966” Eddie responded.

The next day, Eddie was brainstorming things he could get Steve for his birthday. He toyed around with the idea of something sportsy, maybe some compression socks or something. But that felt too simple and disingenuous. It was a gift you would get for a coworker, not a friend you’ve spilt blood and battled demons with.

Eventually the idea struck Eddie like an arrow. Eddie loved music, believed it was one of the best ways you could connect with someone. You could learn a lot about someone from their music taste. So Eddie started crafting Steve's Perfect Mixtape™.

He spent weeks choosing the songs, listening to Top 40’s pop songs to assemble the perfect selection of songs. After choosing what he deemed were “the best songs” (and Steve’s favorites of course), he listened to them for hours on end, trying to figure out the perfect order. The order that would flow into itself in the most satisfying way.

By the beginning of March, he had perfected the tape. He had finally recorded all of the songs down onto one tape. He had labeled the tape as what it was, “Stevie’s Perfect Mixtape”. It held Steve’s favorite songs, such as “Head Over Heels” by Tears For Fears and “Sunglasses at Night” by Corey Hart. He tucked the tape into his dresser, hoping to keep it safe and secret until Steve’s birthday.

Finally, Steve’s birthday had come. Steve planned for everyone to come over, nothing too extravagant. He used to throw absolute ragers, back when he was King Steve, but he much preferred the simple hang outs with his closest friends.

Eddie dug the tape out from the back of his drawer and wrapped it in some wrapping paper he found in Wayne’s closet. He tucked the cassette into the pocket above his heart. He hopped into his van and drove over to Steve’s house.

Steve’s party was chill, including only the kids and older teens. They hung out in his living room, songs flowing from Steve’s speakers. They all played games and ate pizza, the older teens drinking mainly beer while the youngins drank soda. The party continued on until the late evening. Everyone would’ve stayed longer, but the gremlins had school and everyone else still had curfews.

Robin had gone with Nancy, Mike, and Lucas while Jonathan and Argyle carted Will and Dustin home. Which had left Steve and Eddie alone. Steve was happy to have the company still, wasn’t exactly looking forward to falling asleep alone. Eddie still hadn’t given Steve The Tape yet, had wanted to wait until they had some privacy.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie called out. Eddie stood in front of the couch while Steve was in the kitchen. Steve walked into the living room at the sound of Eddie’s voice.

“Yeah, man? Is everything ok?” Steve’s eyebrows were furrowed with concern.

“Yeah, everything’s ok. I just had a present I needed to give you.” Eddie said. Steve’s concern melted away, making him look light and happy.

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that.” Steve said, but he smiled and walked towards Eddie. Eddie reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the little wrapped rectangle. He handed it over to Steve. Steve grabbed onto it and started pulling away the wrapping.

“Is this a mixtape?” Steve looked up at Eddie while tugging the last remaining half of paper off. A note fell to the ground as he did so. Steve looked down and picked it up, tucking it underneath the cassette tape as he read off the song list.

“You put “Bad Boys” on here?” Steve smiled up at Eddie. It was one of Steve’s favorite songs, he had only told Eddie about his love for it,

“Yeah, I know how much you love Wham!, and it reminded me of us a little bit” Eddie smiled at Steve, it was one of Eddie’s favorite songs now too. Steve finished reading off the list before pulling the note out from underneath the tape; he unfolded it up and began to read it.

As Steve read through the note, Eddie’s heart had started to pump at top speed. He pulled a lock of hair over his face, trying to hide his embarrassment. Steve’s wide smile morphed into something smaller; something private and sweet. He bit at his bottom lip, tears springing to his eyes. After a couple of minutes, he looked up at Eddie.

“Do you really love me?” Steve’s voice wobbled with emotion. Eddie nodded,

“Yes, Stevie. I really love you. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed to let you know. You deserve to know that someone loves you.” Tears trickled down Steve’s cheeks, his smile remained on his face.

He pulled Eddie into a hug, Eddie’s head landing against his chest. Steve’s hand held Eddie’s head in place, his face pressing against the top of Eddie’s frizzy hair. Eddie could hear the rapid thumping of Steve’s heart against his ear. He listened to the rhythmic Thump thump thump of Steve’s heartbeat while Steve pressed kisses against the top of his head.

“Thank you” Steve whispered out, voice overflowing with emotion. He squeezed his arms tighter around Eddie.

“I love you too, for the record” Steve smiled even wider, even though Eddie couldn’t see it. Eddie turned his head and kissed at the spot above Steve’s heart. He pressed his ear back to Steve’s pec. He listened as Steve’s heart calmed down into something tender.

Ba-bump Ba-bump Ba-bump

Both their hearts thumped with love, full of affection and joy. This really was the perfect mixtape.

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italiansteebie · 11 months

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also on ao3 (Im not... super happy with this but here you go anways.

There were many things people didn't know about Steve Harrington. Like how he was fluent in italian, or how he actually didn't care that much about his hair or his looks, or how his parents are never home.

But people seemed to take one look at Steve and seemed to think they had it all figured out, and Eddie was no exception.

Until the guy started picking up the newest sheep from hellfire, until he saw Robin Buckley from band hanging out with him, hanging onto his every word.

So maybe he didn't have the guy figured out.

And he figured out he really didn't have shit figured out when a cheerleader started floating in his living room. Or when the ground split open and Steve Harrington wanted to go down there.

But then he figured out that for Steve, Nancy, and newly Robin, this was... Quite normal for them actually. And so they walked through the gross ass woods with Nancy Wheeler to find the guns that she had hidden in her closet. Guns. In Nancy Wheeler's closest. In a dimension hidden in the crust of this one.

What the fuck is going on?

So anyways, they make it out.

After Steve gets chewed on by bats, of course, and he gets up and runs like nothing ever happened and Nancy and Robin pretend that that's normal.

And he doesn't know how the guy did it because when it comes time for Eddie's turn, he almost dies. They kill the big bad guy, though Eddie doesn't get to hear about that part for a few weeks. He doesn't remember much about how they got out of the Upside Down the second time, but he does remember one really weird thing that Steve had said.

"Fuck, fuck! My leg fell off!"

And then he was being dropped, and it all went black.

They had done it, they had finally done it, he was dead and it was over. The race was over.

Well, Steve had thought it was over.

But then Dustin was sobbing over Eddie's body, and the kid couldn't stand up right, and suddenly there was another race to escape the throws of the upside down.

They were so close.

The steps of Eddie's trailer were right there. But of course life had other plans, and he felt the suction come loose.

And he toppled over.

"Fuck, fuck! My leg fell off!"

And maybe he should've thought about that sentence. but Eddie was slipping away and he panicked.

Nancy was the only one who really knew what he was talking about (to her credit, she was the only one of them who's seen him naked), but Dustin and Robin both looked very concerned, and he'd even heard Robin whisper "rabies." with a crazed laugh bubbled up as punctuation.

"Here, get dustin to the gate, I'll help Steve,"

"Wh- how are you gonna put his leg back on? How does a leg fall off?!" Robin asked, laughing again, this time more maniacal.

"Go!"

"Nancy!?"

"It's a prosthetic! the suction came loose, just get Dustin out of here!" Steve yelled, cutting through the shouting of the others, there was a studying pause from Robin and Dustin. "Questions later, please just go!"

So they did, Robin only looking back as Nancy cut away at the extra fabric of Steve's jeans, trying her best to help Steve with the suction sleeve of his prosthetic.

And soon enough, they were at the hospital.

Steve, Eddie, and Dustin had been admitted and Nancy and Robin were being checked over. They had arrived soon after Max, Erica and Lucas did, Max being admitted for multiple broken bones. (She'd be fine, the doctors had told them. Just a few broken bones and some new glasses).

–

When Eddie woke up, it took a minute for him to realize where he was. Uncle Wayne was to the right of him, holding his hand, looking a little worse for wear.

"Wayne?" The old man turned to him, eyes lighting up. "Oh, Eddie. you're awake," he could see the relief on Wayne's face, and almost felt bad for almost getting himself killed. But over the course of a few days, he woke up a little more, and Wayne told him all about how Chief Hopper came back from the dead, how the charges were dropped and a new trailer was waiting for them, curtesy of the government (which Wayne knew was shady but, hey. A new trailer is a new trailer). And how Steve Harrington had been visiting, every single day since he'd gotten better himself.

And that's when Eddie remembered.

"Hey, Wayne?"

"Yeah, son?"

"Did he have two legs?"

“Who?”

“Steve!” He said, exasperated, like it was exhausting just asking about the guy.

Wayne looked at him, "They up your morphine drip? Yeh, he had two legs." Eddie shook his head at him, "When we were in the... uh." Eddie hesitated, "Earthquake?" Wayne finished for him, "Yeah, earthquake, he said something about his leg falling off... but then I passed out... I. Is he okay?" he asked finally. Wayne pondered this for a moment, studying Eddie's face. "Well, he looked a little tired but, okay other than that."

"Is he going to come back today?" Eddie tried to sound like he wasn't desperate. It didn't work, if the look on Wayne's face said anything.

"Probably. When you were just waking up I pressed the nurse call, and she said she was fixing to tell everyone the good news."

And just like that, Steve walked in, eyes wide, "Eddie! You're okay. they wouldn't let me see you when I woke up and I was so scared that I didn't make it in… Time." He cut off his nervous rambling.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks to you, big boy."

Wayne arched an eyebrow at this and stood, "I'm- I'll leave you boys to it." and with that the two were alone. Eddie studied Steve for a while. This was not the guy everyone told him about, the guy his friends had warned him about, and he wondered how everyone got it so wrong. "You're not who I thought you were."

"I'm... Uh. I'm sorry?" He posed it as a question.

"No! Not like that... Just. Everyone thinks they know you so well. And I- They don't. It's like, no one knows anything about you."

Steve smirks, "I'm a man of mystery,"

"Yeah, but maybe you should tell people when you're missing a leg, dingus. Nice to see you back in the land of the living Munson." and there was Robin standing in the doorway. "Rob!"

She and Nancy filtered into the room, Dustin hopping on his crutches behind them, "Yeah, what's up with that Steve? I thought you were captain of the swim team?" Dustin inquired. Steve rolled his eyes, "Yeah, the disabled swim team." he laughed.

"So... When we were 'down there' your leg really fell off?" Eddie questioned, watching as Steve lifted up his pant leg, tapping on the metal that was there in place of an ankle, "Yeah, I was sweating so much that the suction came loose, and well... It just slid off."

"So... How did you lose your leg?" He asked, getting smacked in the arm by Robin, "Hey! No hitting the guy in the hospital bed," he said, pointing to himself. "Dude, you can't just ask people that!" She said incredulously, Nancy and Dustin nodding in agreement, while Steve just laughed. "It's okay, it's okay! I'm used to it. I lost it when I was young... You guys probably heard about it… Uh. Me and my nona were in a car accident, we were both fine but my leg got trapped in the metal of the car, and well... They couldn't save it. It was pretty scary for a while, not having a leg... But then my parents got me a prosthetic that had dinosaurs on it. Perks of having rich parents who don't know how to show you love. " He shrugged, and Eddie didn't have time to be sad before Robin piped up.

"You... Oh my god! That was you! I remember hearing about that, you were what, 7 right? Because I was six... I was so sad for you. Oh! But then you showed your prosthetic at show and tell!" Robin rambled, and Steve watched the realization cover everyone's face, including Eddie's morphine clouded brain.

"Dude, when I heard that, 9 year old me freaked out! I had just moved in with Wayne and all of a sudden there's a kid without a leg? I thought you were the most metal person ever! Before I even knew what that meant. Wow." The look on Eddie's face could only be described as starstruck, like he was meeting his idol.

"Man. People really don't know shit about you."

And Steve laughed.

“No really!” Eddie insisted, sitting up slowly to prove his point, Steve reaching over to help him the rest of the way, urging him to be careful. “See! That's exactly what I mean! You're so… Helpful! It's weird. In highschool, I took one look at you and thought I knew everything about you, but… I don't!”

“I mean, after a while, you stop trying to share stuff when people just assume they already know you.”

And maybe that made Eddie feel a little guilty, but he knows it wasn't meant too. “So. Let's get to know each other then.” He said, reaching for Steve's hand, Steve closing the gap and holding his gently.

Steve smiled softly.

“Ew, are you guys flirting?”

And both Steve and Eddie jumped out of their skin, forgetting they weren't the only ones in the room. “And what if we were, mind your business Buck.” Steve snarked, smirking back at Eddie. Robin rolled her eyes, “Let's play a game! It's called "get to know Steve!” Eddie cheered before the two could start arguing again.

Steve shook his head, “I won't have any mystery then!”

“Maybe I don't want you to have mysteries with me.”

Robin scoffed, “You're flirting again.”

And the look Steve gave her was so quick, Eddie almost missed it. But it seemed to do the trick because soon enough she was dragging Nancy and Dustin out of the room with her, claiming it was time to visit Max.

“You really want to get to know me?”

“I want to know everything about you, Steve.”

“Wow, I mean. No one's ever been like… Interested in me. They like my looks but… That's it.”

Eddie frowned, “Not even Nancy?” he questioned, regretting it as soon as he saw Steve’s face fall. “We weren't good for each other.” and that was all he said.

“What's your favorite color?”

“What?”

“What's your favorite color?”

“Oh. It's uh. It's green. Forest Green.”

Eddie smiled, “Getting to know you, getting to know all about you,” he sang, eyes squinting as he smiled, only for it to grow as Steve let out a giggle, an honest to god, giggled. Eddie thinks he's going to die, and what a place to do it. In a hospital bed, smiling at his crush.

Steve pulled his hand away, and Eddie frowned, “Where are you going?” Steve smiled, “No where, just uh. your heart rates been kinda high since I started holding your hand.” he giggled, pointing at the monitors who's beeps were faster than they were 15 minutes ago.

By the time Nancy, Robin and Dustin came back from visiting Max, the two boys had a date set for as soon as Eddie was cleared to go home.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie asked as the girls settled back into their chairs in Eddie's room, an idea sparking in his brain. Steve turned to him, eyebrows raised. “What’s on your prosthetic now?” He led.

“Oh, uh. It's just plain metal. My parents got tired of paying for the prints as soon as the whole thing wore off it's… Attention value I guess.” Steve shrugged, looking at the floor.

Robin jumped up from her seat, “Let's paint it!” she said, proposing the idea before Eddie could.

Eddie brightened, “Yeah! We can all add something!” He cheered.

Steve smiled, “You guys would do that?”

“Of course we would, Steve.” Nancy said, leaning over to rest a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him knowingly. And so the next day, the whole group was piled into Eddie's room, Will’s paint supplies spread across Eddie's bed.

“What did you guys need it for?” Joyce asked, a protective hold on Will’s shoulder as she scanned the room. Steve came out of the bathroom, metal leg in hand, crutch in the other, “This! They're going to paint my leg,” he smiled. And just as expected, the new information made the room explode.

After they shared the story, and Steve answered all the questions, it was decided that there was going to be even more art on his leg, even Hopper wanted to add his own piece.

Steve smiled as he watched his family paint something that brought his real family so much shame.

–

It was months later, Eddie was out of the hospital, and Steve was confident in showing off his prosthetic, now that had been decorated by the ones he loves. They were on a date in the park, Steve was wearing the shorts that Eddie loved so much. The wind was blowing a soft breeze, and the sun was just beginning to set.

“I'm so glad I got to know you.”

There were many things Eddie Munson knew about Steve Harrington. Like how he was fluent in italian, or how he actually didn't care that much about his hair or his looks, or how his parents are never home.

And how he loved with his whole body, and the way he likes his eggs in the morning, and the way he showed off his prosthetic when it was covered in reminders that he is loved.

If one thing is for sure, there was no way you could take one look at Steve Harrington and know everything about him.

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chaosgremlinmunson · 6 months

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Now I Just Sit In Silence

One shot of Steve waking up deaf, the consequences of head trauma

It was late, that much he could gather when he woke back up. The pain in his head was still excruciating, but it was better than it had been in the beginning. They had told him migraines would come and go after a concussion, but damn why was he always the one getting his head knocked around? It took a moment and he realized he couldn't hear anything, not even the annoying ticking of his alarm clock as he lifted it closer to his head, he leaned back against the headboard cradling his face, and wept. Now the world was silent, no more music, no more of Robin's rambling, just pure silence.

Steve stood from the bed slipping on his sweater and headed downstairs, he came to the bottom only to see Robin and the rest of the party gesticulating at him wildly, everyone's mouths moving faster than he could even hope to maybe catch a word from. Then Eddie was in front of him, his hands on his shoulders as Steve realized he could feel warm tears slipping down his face, he stared at Eddie's mouth and noticed how the older boy kept saying his name and something else, but he couldn't hear it. He felt his own mouth moving, he knew he was trying to tell them he couldn't hear anything but he wasn't sure beyond the vibrations he felt in his body that he'd made a noise at all. He took Eddie's hand and led him and everyone else who followed, into his kitchen grabbing a notepad. He painstakingly began to write about how he woke up and could hear literally nothing, not even the clock, no knocking, yelling, phone's ringing. Anything, everything was silent. He paused as a few tears fell to the paper and added on he missed hearing their voices.

He sat heavily in one of the chairs at the kitchen bar and slid the notepad over to the group who surrounded his note. Robin was the first to look up at him, her own tears falling just as quickly and came to his side laying her head on his shoulder. She rubbed her hand in circles on his back and he could feel her humming something but he wasn't sure what.

Steve Harrington woke up on his twentieth birthday to being deaf, and now life was going to be different, and difficult. He wrapped his arms around his torso, shaking with silent sobs as the rest of the party all took in the news.

Each person writing him a note, the pad soon running out of paper, and everyone piling in for hugs. Eddie was opposite him, still writing something, still quiet and so much more still than Steve ever remembered seeing him in all the years he'd ever known of Eddie.

It felt like hours, maybe even years later when even Eddie finished his note. Steve noticed how before Eddie had poked his tongue out in concentration as he wrote, slowly almost as though he needed to make sure his handwriting could be read easily. He looked up at the group, and then to Robin saying a few things back and forth to her and gathering the kids to take them home, Robin pulled Steve closer to her hugging him as he read through the letters, each telling him how much he was loved, and how they'd make sure somehow they'd be able to communicate again.

He sank down to the kitchen floor with Robin attached to his side still and they wept together for everything Steve had lost through the years fighting for survival and protecting everyone. They didn't know where to go from here, but the one thing that was certain was that Steve didn't know if he could live in this big house alone anymore, how could he protect anyone let alone himself if he couldn't even hear them coming?

He hugged Robin tightly and wrote on the back of her note on the only space available telling her so, she nodded and mouthed 'eddie' to him, he didn't know what she meant but he felt that a plan was already in motion, he let Robin lower him to her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He felt himself thinking about how different life was sure to be now, how obviously his parents were going to be ready to throw him away, he already a disappointment and now he would never be able to take over for his dad at the company, how could he when the entire premise there was socializing and he couldn't hear anyone? Who was going to want to exchange notes with the deaf man to close a sale? Steve knew any prospects he had before were gone, he didn't even stop to think about his potential in the dating world anymore.

Eventually Eddie came back in and sat on the floor next to them, he picked up Steve's hand placing a kiss on the back of it and smiling softly at him, he held out a notebook to Steve that had a page already filled, even with check boxes so Steve could answer him easily. Steve smiled as he saw Eddie asking if he'd come live with him and Wayne, they both wanted him there and Eddie's Aunt Millie was coming up from Alabama so she could help get Steve into classes for ASL and teach him to read lips as well. She worked with a foundation it said, one that would look into avenues for a cochlear implant, Eddie had spelled cochlear out as "cock-lee-err" so Steve could understand what it was and then drew a small diagram to show what he was talking about, explaining that if they could do this Steve might be able to hear again. It would be different, and things would be difficult for a time, but Eddie went on to write how important Steve was to him, how he wanted to do this for the man who'd carried him out of hell itself. He loved Steve, and he would always be here, he wanted to talk some more later about those feelings but he knew Eddie would understand the need to wait when his world had been upended.

He smiled pulling Eddie in close, hugging him and rocking him back and forth in excitement, he leaned back and nodded his head writing "yes!!!" Big at the bottom of Eddie's note, and placed Eddie's hand over his heart, Eddie smiling at him in return. No matter where life took Steve from here, even if from this day forward he could never hear again, he knew with this army by his side everything would be okay again. He felt like the sun rose again, just for him, in that moment, and he pulled Eddie and Robin close, holding them while he smiled, laughing softly. Eventually they would pack up Steve Harrington's life, he would leave this house while leaving nothing in his wake but a short note telling his parents he was moving out, leaving the key in the mail slot of the front door, and letting them know they had a deaf, gay son who didn't want nor need them to find him. He was leaving if they couldn't accept him, and he was ready to make a life for himself, hopefully with the man he loved.

There were conversations to be had, both with Robin and with Eddie, he knew who he was, and he also knew they would accept him no matter what. Life had been hard, but he'd found his way, no matter how loud the sound of silence had been for him that morning.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steve x eddie #fanfiction #robin buckley #deaf steve harrington #consequences of concussions #eddie is a sweetheart #eddie munson loves steve harrington #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steve harrington loves eddie munson #platonic stobin #oneshot

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allthingssteddie · 8 months

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Dracula Eddie

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stevesno1simp · 4 months

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Steve knew he would never be the perfect son to his parents. He’d been deadnamed and misgendered enough in his own home to know that. He knew he wasn’t welcome at church, as evidenced by the scrutinizing gaze of Father Mark. And sometimes he wondered where he would be accepted if he couldn’t even go to church.

At school, he felt better, at least until he realized how shitty all of his friends were. He liked the respect he received from being King Steve, but he knew that wasn’t real. It was just an act he put on to desperately exude masculinity.

When he started working at Scoops and met Robin, he finally felt a real connection with someone else. After the Russians, he tearily confessed his deepest secret to her after she opened up to him with her own. He wept first with shame, then with relief and happiness when she pulled him into a hug.

He had saved up enough money from working at Scoops and from doing yard work around town to get top surgery, and Robin was there with him through it all.

Then he met Eddie. Eddie who didn’t give a shit about what other people think and was unabashedly himself. Steve immediately felt drawn to him and felt his cheeks warming whenever Eddie looked at him.

When he takes his shirt off on the boat, Eddie looks at his top surgery scars, but not in a judgmental way. His eyes simply glide over them and move on like they’re the most normal thing in the world.

They beat Vecna and everyone lives, though Eddie and Steve are both banged up.

After everything settles, Steve finds himself by Eddie’s side more and more. They’re basically inseparable. Eddie makes him feel whole. Like he’s not less than and he’s Eddie’s equal.

They share their first kiss in Eddie’s van, laying in the back on plush blankets Eddie had laid out.

“Steve,” Eddie breathes, cupping Steve’s cheeks so tenderly, as if he was something precious. “You’re perfect.”

Steve breaks then, crying against Eddie’s lips as he clings to him. But this is the good kind of crying, where it feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders after years of carrying it.

Eddie’s fingers gently smooth over Steve’s top surgery scars through his shirt and Steve shivers. “Just as I am?” Steve asks, barely above a whisper.

Eddie smiles, eyes twinkling like stars. “Just as you are.”

#steddie #trans steve harrington #platonic stobin #steve harrington #steve harrington has bad parents #steve harrington’s internalized transphobia #eddie munson #eddie munson loves steve harrington #steve harrington loves eddie munson

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pez-and-quiet · 10 months

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Was inspired by this post

Steve pov

Steve looked around at everyone, he pinched at his skin and pulled at his hair. He wasn’t dreaming, Eddie was alive and he had kissed him.

Steve swore he heard A quiet “Woah” slipped from Eddie. He looked at the metal head, he looked like a deer in headlights.

“The fuck?” Dustin and Mike chimed in. It was them that reminded him there were children in the room.

“Alright everyone out” He turned his back to Eddie, “Eddie and I need to talk”

There were protests from the kids, especially Dustin.

“Hey if you don’t all leave right now I’ll make Hellfire living well Hell for all of you next session@ Eddie’s voice was loud and commanding. It was his Dungeon Master voice. Not surprisingly all the kids shuffled out of the Harrington house.

Steve made eye contact with Will as the young brunette was leaving, there was a look in his eyes, Steve couldn’t quite place it but it looked something like hope.

Nancy, Jonathan and Robin were all still standing in the door way.

“But what about them??? Also we need rides, we can’t really bike from here” Mike exclaimed as he walked though the door.

“Don’t worry Wheeler they’ll be right behind you” Steve told the curly haired teen.

Robin started protesting that but gave up after Steve gave her one of their platonic soulmate looks.

It took a bit but eventually it was just Steve and Eddie sitting on the floor of Steve’s giant den in his basement. They both just sat there for a bit, Steve don’t mind it though it gave him some time to think.

Surprisingly Steve was realitivly calm, he’d been 100% sure about his sexuality for a while now. Honestly it took Robin coming out to him while they were high for him to actually owlage how he felt. She was the only one to know that he was bisexual, he laughed to himself guess he was out to everyone.

“You know I’ve never heard you laugh, what’s the occasion” Eddie’s question had snapped him out of his thoughts

“Ah just never thought that’s how I’d come out to the kids, or Nance and Jonathan” Steve leaned back on his hands looking at Eddie. “Sorry about that by the way”

Steve watched Eddie’s head tilt to the side a confused look covering his face. “For what?”

“For kissing you” Steve paused, “I had a lot of time to think while you were in the hospital, most of my thinking was about you. You and your cocky smile when your fucking around with the kids, your long hair and how pissed I was they cut it for the surgeries. The way you’d carry yourself in school, you were always so confident but not in the way Jason or billy were. You embraced your peculiarities and showed them off. and fuck man your gutair playing is indescribable, it save the world. I think after thinking about you for so long I realized…” he trailed off, Eddie wasn’t listening “never mind I crossed a line and fucked up and now I’m going to lose one of the best people I’ve met”

“What did you realize?” Eddie asked quietly

“That I loved yo-” Steve didn’t get to finish because Eddie has pressed his lips to Steve’s. The kids was sweet and soft and perfect just like Steve had pictured.

#stranger things #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #mini fic #eddie munson lives #steve harrington loves eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #robin buckley is a lesbian

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manic-eddie · 2 years

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“back to the old house” by the Smiths was written about these two and these two ONLY! I don’t care if you disagree 🙅🏻‍♀️😤🥺

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maithefluffychicken · 10 months

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Steddie somft kisses' collection

#steddie fanart #steddie #steve harrington loves eddie munson #eddie munson loves steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluffy chicken draws #steddie somft kisses

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rivermoodboards · 2 years

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childhood best friends + steddie

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derangedhermit · 10 months

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Per the most popular fanfiction, we agree as a fan base that Steve’s parents suck. What if they didn’t though? Specifically Steve’s mom. He uses her as a reference for his job at Family Video. That’s canon.

What if they’re kind of close. Talk on the phone every night close. Nervously tell her about his crush on Eddie close.

What if Steve’s mom is the first person he comes out as bisexual to? What if Mrs. Harrington is the one who gives him the confidence to be unapologetically Steve because when he shyly tells her about his budding feelings for Eddie she reacts in the way a mom who loves her son unconditionally would?

Mama Harrington helps Steve get the boy.

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quinns-shadowy-arts · 3 months

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Feel My Heart Beat Against Your Palm

Day 5 of @steddielovemonth‘s Steddie Love Month Event! Rating: T CW: Recreational Use of Drugs, Detailed Description of a Panic Attack, Detailed Description of a Nightmare. Tags: Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Living with the Aftermath of Trauma, Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Recreational Use of Drugs, Robin is Really Trying to get Steve and Eddie Together. WC: 2,198 Prompt: Love is being seen and known; Submitted by @acasualcrossfade

Eddie’s staying the night, as he does every Friday. They’ve started a tradition. Eddie, Robin, and sometimes Nancy, Johnathan, and Argyle go over to Steve’s every Friday to watch movies. They all take turns picking the movie. Tonight was sort of a group decision. Robin had spotted Labyrinth in the “New Releases” section of Family Video. The group would’ve gone to the theater to see it when it first came out, but they were all still recovering from Vecna. So they’ve only gotten to it now.

Robin thought Labyrinth sounded weird enough to satisfy her taste, Jonathan and Argyle thought it sounded fun, Nancy didn’t really have anything to say for or against the movie, Eddie wanted to see the puppetry and fantastical world, and Steve liked that David Bowie was in it. It seems that Steve has taken a liking to David Bowie more than he usually does, if Eddie has anything to say about it. Compared to the usual argument that would’ve unfolded, it seems that Labyrinth was the perfect pick for the group.

After the movie was over, everyone sorta hung around for a bit. After discussing what they liked about the movie and other general topics, Nancy left to drive Jonathan and Argyle home. Robin stayed to help clean up a bit; chatting with Steve and Eddie further. Then the phone rang.

“Hello?” Robin had answered the phone after a silent stare off between the three of them. She nodded her head, followed with a bundle of ‘yeah’s and ‘mhm’s. She hangs the phone back up and turns to the other two.

“So… My parents want me back home.” Robin says while twisting the ring on her middle finger.

“What, why?” Steve questions. Robin usually spent the night with Steve and Eddie after their movie nights.

“Um, something has just… come up.” Robin says while staring into Steve’s soul. She raises her eyebrows at him, trying to telepathically convey something to him. Steve furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head. Eddie thinks he looks like a puppy dog. The thought makes something warm swirl in his belly.

After a couple of minutes, Steve’s eyebrows shoot up in understanding.

“Ohhhh, yeah ok. Here, let me walk you to the door.” Steve walks over to Robin. They walk to the door and hushed whispers spill after them. Eddie is nosy, always has been and probably always will be. He tries listening to them while mindlessly moving things around, trying to look like he’s busy and not eavesdropping on their conversation. But alas, they’re too far away for any words to be coherent enough for Eddie to understand. After a couple of minutes, Steve walks back into the room.

“Robin’s riding her bike home, something came up.” Steve says, walking over to walk some of the collected trash into the kitchen.

“Is everything ok?” Eddie asks, following after Steve. Steve stands with his back turned to Eddie,

“Yeah, her parents just need her for something” Steve responds, barely turning his head in Eddie’s direction while stuffing the empty plates and cans into the trash can.

“Oh ok.” Eddie nods. Sure, Robin makes things fun and he loves her, but Eddie is definitely not too upset about being able to spend some alone time with Steve.

After finishing up cleaning, Eddie turns to Steve with a mischievous smirk. He pulls a baggie with joints out of his pocket,

“Hey, want to maybe light up with me?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at Steve, still holding his smirk. Steve smiles back,

“Yeah, dude. Why the hell not” Steve walks over to Eddie and plucks the joint out of his hand.

“Let’s go up to my room, yeah?” Steve asks while not looking back, knowing that Eddie is already following.

Once they get up to Steve’s room, Steve pulls open his window and stands against the ledge. He starts patting his pockets, trying to find his lighter. He sticks the rolled paper into his mouth, using both hands to dig around in his pockets. Eddie walks over and strikes up his lighter. He cups the end of the joint while lighting the end.

Eddie makes the stupid decision to look up, making direct eye contact with Steve. His eyes are absolutely devastating. The moon hits off of them, lighting them up. The chocolate brown of his eyes meld together with an earthy green and flecks of pure gold, creating an all encapturing sight. His eyes look like a mossy forest, deep and enchanting.

“Thanks, man.” Steve says, breaking the moment. He pulls a deep breath in, holding the smoke in before exhaling back out, aiming the smoke through the open window. Eddie blinks away, looking back down to put his lighter back into his pocket.

Steve passes the joint over to Eddie. Eddie grasps the joint in his fingers. Steve’s hand brushes against Eddie’s, his hand warm and solid. An electric feeling passes through Eddie. He shivers before taking his own hit.

They stay there for a while, sitting in a comfortable silence while passing the joint back and forth. They don’t technically need to share, Eddie has another joint in his baggie. But they share anyway, they always do. Soon enough the joint has dwindled down, they’re both high enough to hopefully have a peaceful sleep. Steve turns to Eddie, looking into his eyes before speaking up,

“I’m tired, man. Ready to go to bed?” Eddie nods his head. His eyes feel as droopy as Steve’s look. Despite staying over every week, Eddie always ‘just happens to forget’ his pajamas at home.

“Can I borrow some clothes? I forgot mine again.” Eddie tries to feign innocence by bringing his hand up to rub at the back of his neck. He can’t be blamed that much, though. He likes to feel close to Steve by wearing his clothes. He likes to pretend that he’s wearing them for different reasons, like maybe he belongs to Steve. That maybe Steve belongs to him, too.

“Sure” Steve says as he walks over to his dresser. He pulls out a set of sweatpants and a soft, worn T-shirt.

“Here, Eds” He says, tossing his clothes over to Eddie. He turns back around and starts changing into his own sleep wear. Eddie turns and starts undressing. He puts on the sweatpants first. They’re slightly too big on him. The length is fine, but the fabric hangs loose around his calves and thighs. They’re a light grey in color, soft and perfect.

Eddie pulls on the shirt. It’s a dark, navy blue. The front reads “Hawkin’s Community Pool Lifeguard”. It’s probably one of the darkest shirts Steve owns, ironic due to it supposedly being worn out in the sun all day. It’s soft and a bit on the thinner side from being worn for so long. Eddie’s seen Steve wear this shirt around the house quite a bit. Knowing that he gets to wear one of Steve’s most comfortable shirts makes Eddie’s face warm.

He turns back around, Steve already done changing and looking at him. Eddie smiles at him,

“Well, good night, Stevie.” Eddie says, wiggling his fingers in a flirty way as he turns to leave the room.

“Wait-” Steve says, grabbing onto Eddie’s bicep.

“Can you…Can you stay in here?” Steve asks. He looks at Eddie despite his hesitation.

“Yeah. I’ll stay with you, Stevie.” Steve softens at Eddie’s affirmation. He doesn't let go of Eddie, but instead pulls him towards the bed. Steve pulls back the covers and slides in first, leaving a side open for Eddie.

Eddie crawls in, grabbing the blankets and tucking them both in. He leaves a gap in between them. He wants to close the space, to cuddle with Steve and fall asleep wrapped around him. But he doesn’t. Instead he turns onto his side, the one facing away from Steve. It kills him, not being able to look at Steve; but he knows he won’t be able to go to sleep if he looks for any longer.

“Good night, Stevie. Have sweet dreams, don’t let the bedbugs biteee” Eddie chants, teasing Steve while meaning every word.

“You too, you dork,” Steve says. Eddie can hear the smile in Steve’s voice. Sleep soon starts taking over Eddie’s body. His eyes droop closed, his breath evens out, and he melts into Steve’s absolutely delightful bed.

He can’t breathe. The bats are after him. His legs sting as he peddles faster. He needs to do this. He needs to draw the bats away from Dustin. He needs to go. He needs to stand up.

He jumps off of the bike, throwing it to the ground. He swings back around and stabs at the bats with his spear. He tries holding up his shield, but there’s too many. They’re swarming him

. He falls to the ground. They bite into him. It hurts. They’re eating him. He can’t breathe. He’s going to die. He’s going to die. He can’t breathe.

He can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, he can’t-

“Eddie!” Steve shakes him awake. His lungs hurt. He’s sweaty and panic is still stuck in his throat. His heart is beating too fast for his body, he’s going to die if it keeps going like that. He’s going to die-

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Steve says, still holding onto Eddie’s shoulders. His eyes shoot over to Steve’s. His heart is still beating too fast, he still can’t breathe.

“Here-” Steve says. He moves his hand down Eddie’s arm and onto his hand. Steve grips his hand and pulls it up. He presses Eddie’s hand to his chest, right above his heart.

“Feel that? It’s my heartbeat, we’re ok. Feel my chest, Eds. Follow my breathing,” Steve’s skin is warm under Eddie’s palm. Eddie focuses on the rise and fall of Steve’s chest. He tries matching his breathing to Steve’s.

Inandout. Inandout. In and out. In…. and out.

“There we go. Good job, baby. You’re doing amazing for me.” Eddie flushes at the pet name. He feels better now. He can breathe. He still feels taught, like a string pulled too tight.

“You remember where we are? We’re in my room. You’re in my bed. It’s Friday, remember? We watched Labyrinth with Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle? We’re safe, it’s ok.”

Right, right. It’s Friday. He’s in Steve’s room, in Steve’s clothes. He’s here because Steve asked him to stay. He remembers.

“Ok….I’m ok.” Eddie says after a minute. Steve moves his free hand up from Eddie’s shoulder and onto his face. He cradles Eddie’s face in his hand. His hand is rough from calluses. His thumb swipes away the tears on Eddie’s face. When did he start crying?

“You did so amazing, Eddie. You just had a nightmare, we’re ok.” Steve reaffirms. Eddie feels shame coil in his gut.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I didn’t wake you up, did I? I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, No. None of that. You don’t need to apologize, Eds.” Steve says softly, continuing to rub his thumb across Eddie’s face.

“No, I do. I know sleeps hard and I took that away from you-” Eddie tries to say, but Steve cuts him off again.

“Eddie, it’s ok. I know. I know what the nightmares are like, Eds. You went through so much, Baby. It’s ok to still be scared. I’m still scared too. You don’t need to apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.” Steve looks at Eddie with something so soft. It’s not demeaning, but genuine and light. Eddie wants to fight back, to convince Steve to let him apologize. But Steve makes him feel so safe. He can’t argue back, but he still can’t agree, either.

“Hey, I know that look. You have to believe me, Eddie. Do you know how many times you’ve helped me after a nightmare? So many times, Eddie. So many times.” Steve smiles at him,

“You always tell me it’s not a hassle. That I’m not a hassle. You make me feel seen, Eddie. I see you too. I see you, Eds.”

Eddie’s heart swirls. Steve sees him. Steve sees him for him. All the excitement and fun and liveliness of the day. All of the bad and pain and fear of the night. He sees Steve, and Steve sees him right back. Eddie nods this time; his walls have been tumbled down, Knocked over by Steve’s assurance.

“I love you, Eddie.” Steve presses his forehead against Eddie’s. His hand’s still holding Eddie’s to his chest. Eddie can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. Eddie can almost feel the love pumping through Steve.

Eddie’s face breaks into a smile. Steve sees him and loves him despite it, Because of it. A warm flourish blooms through Eddie. A tear runs down his cheek for a different reason, now.

“I love you too, Stevie.” Eddie says. The love they share is caught between them. The small space still there is filled with love. Eddie can’t deny it, he can only embrace it.

Steve’s skin is warm against his, their hearts beat together, and they love each other. Eddie sees Steve, and Steve sees Eddie.

#hurt/comfort #steddie fanfic #steddielovemonth #maybe this makes up for yesterday's post #CW: description of a panic attack #CW: descrition of a nightmare #steve harrington loves eddie munson #eddie munson loves steve harrington

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