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sideblogofthcentury · 1 year

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Steve was flipping through a magazine on Eddie’s bed when the thought came to him.

He looked over at Eddie where he was sitting cross-legged on the floor playing around on his guitar. He’d been working out some part of a song while Steve half-listened. He said Steve “helped him think,” whatever that meant.

Steve had realized he didn’t know Eddie’s name. Or at least, what it was short for. He’d become quite close with the older boy since the spring, since he carried his lifeless body out of the upside down, since El closed the gate and burned Vecna and the entire second world to the ground.

Steve didn’t quite understand how he felt about Eddie yet. He knew he really liked him, felt drawn to him, enjoyed his presence, his personality, his appearance.

Okay so maybe Steve knew more than he was willing to admit to himself.

Eddie’s guitar made an unsatisfactory noise and Eddie shook his head, rubbed his forehead in frustration, and looked up at Steve. He smirked when he saw Steve already looking back, and raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

Steve rolled his eyes, letting the snark roll off his back. “Yeah, actually. I’ve been wondering something.”

Eddie raised both eyebrows this time. “Oh? I never pegged you as the curious type.”

“Alright, keep the sass to yourself, Munson.”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed, his curls falling behind his shoulders to expose his long neck.

Focus, Steve.

“What’s Eddie short for?”

Eddie’s light smile turned into a wolfish grin. “Trying to fill out the marriage license?”

Steve groaned and threw the magazine at Eddie, hitting him on the knee.

“Whoa whoa Steve, watch the baby.”

“See you’re clearly already married to that stupid guitar.”

Eddie gasped theatrically, folding himself around the guitar as if to protect it from harm. “He doesn’t mean that dear, you’re a very smart guitar.”

“Booooooo”

Eddie almost fell backwards with laughter. Steve couldn’t help but giggle a bit himself, charmed by Eddie being so proud of his own joke.

“Eddie.”

“Steve.”

“You avoided the question.”

Eddie chuckled, resting his forearms on the guitar. “Clever boy.”

Steve would be lying if he said his breath didn’t catch, if his heartbeat didn’t quicken, his entire body didn’t feel a bit warmer.

Yes, Steve would continue lying for today.

He shook his head. “Eddie. Just tell me. Is it embarrassing?”

Eddie smiled up at Steve, revealing nothing. “Absolutely not.”

“Then why won’t you tell me?”

“Now where is the mystery in that?”

Steve groaned again and fell back on the bed. “You’re so difficult. You know that?”

Eddie threw the magazine back at Steve. “I’ve been told a few times.”

—

Movie night at Steve’s, waiting for Robin to return with her popcorn:

“Edward?”

Eddie let out a sharp laugh. “No.”

—

Family Video, rewinding tapes while Eddie sewed a W.A.S.P. patch onto his new, non-blood-stained battle vest:

“Edison?”

Eddie recoiled. “What? Oh. No.”

—

Picking up the rugrats from Hellfire, leaning on Eddie’s van:

“Edmund?”

“Steve. Gross. No.”

—

Laying on the hood of Steve’s car at Lover’s Lake, stoned and looking up at the stars:

“Edwise?”

“What?”

“Edwise? Edwise Gamgee?”

Eddie cackled out into the night sky, echoes of his joy calling back at them from the trees. “Okay, who gave you access to Lord of the Rings?”

Steve shrugged. “I had to call in backup.”

Eddie rolled onto his side to face Steve, propping up his head on his hand. “You asked the kids what my name was?”

“Yeah.”

“And the best thing those little geniuses could come up with was goddamn Edwise Gamgee???”

Steve giggled. “They’re such nerds.”

“Absolute fucking losers, Harrington.”

They both laughed until they were out of breath, panting out steam in the fall Indiana night.

“No but seriously, Eddie? What is it?”

Eddie sighed, straining a smile as he stared up at the night sky. “It’s pretty fucking lame.”

“Lamer than Edwise Gamgee??”

That made Eddie giggle again. “No, I guess not.”

They sat in silence a moment, Steve patiently waiting, and Eddie gathering courage.

“It’s just Eddie.”

Steve turned to look at Eddie’s profile. He was beautiful in the cool near-darkness, the moon hitting his face at just the right angle to sharpen his features.

“Just Eddie?”

Eddie nodded. “Just Eddie. Nothing special or interesting or exciting. It’s just plain, boring old Eddie.”

Steve blinked.

Steve blinked again.

And before Steve knew it, he was taking Eddie’s hand in his own.

Eddie’s breath caught and he continued to look up at the sky, too afraid to meet Steve’s eyes.

“Eddie. I hate to break this to you, but I am pretty sure you are physically incapable of being boring.”

Eddie snickered and stopped himself.

“I mean it. You might be the craziest person I’ve ever met. You refuse to fit in to a box you’ve outgrown. You’re too goddamn stubborn to do what people expect of you. You stand up for yourself and people who need you. You’re kind and gentle with the people you love.”

Steve took Eddie’s cheek with the hand not holding his and turned Eddie to face him. “You are the most exciting, interesting, and special person I’ve ever met.”

And with that, Eddie had heard enough.

Eddie kissed Steve.

And Eddie did not stop kissing Steve until he was bent over him, knees straddling his waist and hands in his hair.

Steve gripped Eddie’s hips and pushed him back, pausing to catch his breath. Eddie panted above him and laughed down at him, his lips reddened and his eyes blown wide. He looked absolutely insane. Absolutely gorgeous.

“Hey Eds?”

“Yeah, Steve?”

“You never asked me what Steve was short for.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “What is Steve short for?”

Steve panted a light laugh. “It’s just Steve.”

Eddie paused.

And Eddie laughed.

And Eddie couldn’t stop laughing for a very long time.

—

The next year, Eddie signed a Valentine card “To: Just Steve.” and “Love: Just Eddie.”

—

That winter, Steve arranged restaurant reservations under the name of “Just Eddie”

—

The following summer, Eddie got down on one knee and asked “Just Steve” to marry him, and when Steve asked “What about the law?” Eddie said “it’s Just the law.”

—

The spring after, Steve read his vows in front of his entire chosen family. His voice faltered as he said “You’re Just Eddie the way the sun is Just a star. The way the moon is Just a rock. The way the earth is Just a planet. You are my home. You are where I belong.”

Three years after Steve carried Eddie out of the Upside Down, Eddie carried Steve across the threshold of their tiny apartment in Indianapolis.

#and they were HAPPY GODDAMMIT #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fix it fic #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things

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finntheehumaneater · 3 months

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I owe you a black-eye and two kisses (pt 2)

(Part one) (part three)

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CW: smoking, language, some slurs

(Not everyone I tagged here asked to be tagged, but they did express interest in it, so let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in future parts)

Eddie tried to walk slower as Steve stumbled behind him, back to the parking lot off the back of the school where he had left his van. He felt kind of bad for Steve, but then again, this guy had always been an asshole to him. He didn’t know why it stung to watch his glassy eyes dart around the ground as he went, making sure he didn’t trip over anything.

He hopped over the curb and onto the concrete, holding his hand out to catch Steve as the guy practically fell over the small drop. And he said he had walked here? No wonder the knees of his jeans were all scraped up.

Eddie’s cheeks heated as he awkwardly helped Steve limp over to the passenger’s door of the van. If he knew he would have been driving someone else, he would have at least tidied up a bit. It wasn’t that messy, but the blankets were bundled up on the mattress in the back, and the whole place smelled like cigarette smoke and whatever tea Wayne had left out on the counter for him when he woke up. He opened the door for Steve and watched as Steve clambered inside, wincing as he hunched over in the seat, hand on his stomach. He totally wasn’t only aware of that because he had been looking at the way Steve’s shirt clung to him too tightly. It couldn’t have been his. Steve didn’t look like the kind of guy to listen to Madonna. It probably belonged to some girl he was hooking up with.

Eddie walked over to the driver's side and grabbed a cigarette from the cup holder on the side of the door as he got in, holding it out to Steve. Steve hesitated, but eventually took it, and Eddie handed him the lighter, starting the car. Steve fumbled with it for a moment, and Eddie sighed, taking it from him and lighting the cigarette for Steve before putting it back in the pocket of his jacket.

He was mostly quiet as Eddie drove, which Eddie was thankful for. He didn’t need to listen to Steve complain about the state of his van or the empty cigarette boxes stuffed in front of the passenger seat—no one ever rode with him, save his uncle, who didn’t care how the van looked, as long as it still worked. Steve didn’t look like he hated this, though, because he was leaning against the window with his eyes closed, forehead pressed to the glass and his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He looked almost at peace.

Eddie guessed it was probably because he knew he was going to be rid of him soon—back to his big fancy house with his big driveway and his nicer car. And just because he could, Eddie reached over to the glovebox, rummaging around the cassettes until he found one that he knew Steve was going to hate.

He put it in and tried to turn it down as quickly as he could, so that Steve could rest a while, because he did look tired—but Steve still jolted awake when it started.

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie said lightly, finally turning the music down to a softer volume. He felt bad, which was weird. Because of course he had to be sympathetic towards the person who had called him a queer and a fag all his life—who had glared at him in hallways. He had never actually touched Eddie, but words still fucking hurt. It’s not like Steve was wrong, though. He was a fag.

Steve blinked slightly, and Eddie looked back at the road, hearing Steve sigh and go to touch at his face, but he winced. Eddie glanced over again, trying not to take his eyes off of the road for too long. It was kind of dark, now, and there wasn’t really anyone else out there driving, since it was a Saturday.

“You alright? I’ve probably got some pain killers in here,” Eddie muttered, turning a corner as slowly as he could so that Steve didn’t get jostled around too much.

“S’fine,” Steve muttered, but his voice was tight like he was about to cry again, and all of this felt too weird for Eddie. Steve Harrington didn’t cry, let alone in front of someone who he hated. Eddie pulled the car over and ignored Steve’s small noise of protest as he climbed into the back, rummaging around his bag for a minute, nearly tripping over one of the blankets.

“Do you sleep in here?”

Eddie’s head snapped up and he squinted slightly at Steve. “What?”

“In your van.”

“I have a fucking house,” Eddie snapped, glaring at Steve. “I’m not that poor.”

Steve flinched slightly, looking away, and Eddie went back to looking for the pain meds. Maybe he should just leave it and get back to driving. The sooner he could drop Steve off, the better. Still, he kept looking and eventually found them, grabbing the water bottle tucked away under one of the blankets. It was kind of warm, but it would have to do.

He tossed it to Steve and handed him the pill-bottle, climbing back into the driver’s seat and kicking the blanket off of his shoe as he sat back down, straightening out his hair. “There.”

He saw Steve nod as he took the pills, nearly coughing and spitting it back out, and Eddie reached over to pat his back slightly, sighing. “Jesus, Harrington, don’t choke.”

Steve coughed again, tucking his face into his arm, his eyes brimming with tears. “I-I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Eddie moved his hand, sitting back properly in his seat and turning the music up a bit now that he knew Steve was awake. He started to drive again, and Steve pressed a hand against his chest, taking a deep breath.

Eddie huffed. “What’s wrong now, hm?”

“Nothing,” Steve bit back, and there it was. The guy could only pretend to be nice for so long. “Just—don’t take me home.”

Eddie paused, glancing over at Steve again so quickly that the car swerved slightly, and Steve gripped into the armrest of the seat for a moment before Eddie looked back and straightened them out. “Don’t take you home?”

“Just—just drop me off here, okay? My parents aren’t there, and Robin’s parents aren’t letting her leave the house, and—a-and I can’t be alone right now. Please.” And fuck, Steve was practically begging, now, his hand gripping at Eddie’s shoulder in a way that hurt. He looked panicked.

Eddie forced himself to relax and gently pried Steve’s hand off of him, placing it on Steve’s thigh and patting it lightly. “Come home with me.”

“What?”

“Harrington—you can barely keep your eyes open, and you’re…you’re hurt. Stay the night with me. Wayne knows fuck-all about medicine, he can take a look at you, okay? And then in the morning I’ll drop you off at….?”

“Dustin’s,” Steve answered quickly. “Dustin Henderson.”

Eddie looked Steve over. He had heard talk that Steve had gone soft—stopped being such a bitch and actually treated people like people—but no way in hell was he going to believe that. Still, Eddie felt kind of bad about his appearance. His hair didn’t look as nice as it always did.

“Fine. But you’ll have to tell me how to get there.”

Steve nodded and Eddie pulled into someone else’s driveway—one of the nice fancy houses, but it didn’t look like Steve’s. Not that he would know what Steve’s house looked like. He had never been there.

“And don’t piss Wayne off, okay?” Eddie warns, reaching over to shove Steve’s shoulder lightly, and Steve winces, but smiles slightly. “He doesn’t like me bringing people home. You’re lucky, sweetheart.”

“Am I?” Steve whispered, rubbing his shoulder slightly. He must have been pretty fucked up for that to hurt, Eddie thought to himself, looking back at the road.

“Yep. You can have the couch.”

“Mmm,” Steve hummed, leaning back against the chair. “This how you treat all your girls, Munson?”

“I would, but there are no girls,” Eddie replies, his voice almost too bitter, even though he knew Steve was joking. “But you already knew that. Right, Harrington?”

Steve shrunk into himself, nodding. He hesitated, before sighing and rubbing a hand over his bruised face gently. “I don’t—you have a bed in the back of your car. S’why I asked earlier. I didn’t mean to piss you off or anything. I was just worried.”

“Worried,” Eddie repeated, trying to make himself sound less pissed off, because Steve looked upset—and guilty—enough, and Eddie didn’t want to make him feel worse.

“Yeah. Thought your Uncle might’ve kicked you out, or something.”

Wayne wouldn’t have done that, but Steve wasn’t completely insane for thinking it. He and Eddie argued a lot—and it seemed to happen in public more than anything—so most assumed that Eddie would be out of the trailer within a few weeks, and he’d have to find someone else to bother. But then months would pass, and he’d still be hanging around. Wayne loved him, even if he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to, really. He was the closest to family that Eddie had, now.

“He can’t get rid of me, even if he tried, Stevie,” Eddie said lightly, forcing a smile and a wink—and Steve smiled back, but his eyes were still glassy and his hands were shaking, his breath uneven.

“Okay.”

“This doesn’t mean we’re friends. Got that? M’just helping out for tonight, Alright? Tomorrow you’re outta here and we go back to hating each other.”

Eddie couldn’t help but notice the disappointment in Steve’s eyes as he glanced over again. The way he wiped at his eyes, agitating blood-dried skin.

Steve nodded again. “Yeah. Alright.”

Hallo!!! So, part one got way more attention than I thought it would, so I wrote this super fucking fast because I was excited. I don’t know how many more parts this will have, but I do have a part three planned out :)

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adelicioustragedy · 2 years

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I just know that Eddie would lose his shit if he saw s3 Steve

Like Steve the hair Harrington,, in a uniform,, in this kind of a uniform??

"Big boy" Would turn into "Pretty boy" really quick.

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hart269 · 2 years

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*Steve having a long eye contact with Eddie*

Dustin : What is happening

Y/N : The heterosexual man is no longer hetero

Robin : Damn

#stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes #stranger things x y/n #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steddie #steve eddie

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monstrousfemale · 2 years

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After the world finally stops threatening to end, sometime in late 1989, Steve quietly gets a tattoo across his ribs. It’s something personal and private, something he just needs etched into his skin because to not have it there would feel like a lie. He feels disconnected from himself, he feels alone, he feels like bullshit. Going into Indianapolis for the weekend and shoving the handwritten line at a tattoo artist is the most human Steve has felt in forever. The sharp pain of the needle followed by the dull ache of the healing process finally grounds him.

No one but Robin hears about this, though. And turns out outside of saving the world, now that he doesn’t swim as much, Steve doesn’t have that many excuses to take his shirt off anymore. So, the tattoo is a secret by omission, and Steve is fine with that. It’s his thing, and it doesn’t have to be exposed for it to mean as much as it does.

And it does mean a lot. It’s a mark of a new beginning, something physical to prove to Steve he is still around and kicking.

And after that, life feels livable again. He has his friends, his only real family. He is managing Family Video now, after the owner had moved out of town due to world-almost-ending experiences. He is finally settling into being someone he actually wants to be.

Most importantly, Steve keeps in touch with Eddie as much as he can. They’re hanging out on and off all the time, falling into an easy routine without either of them meaning to. And by 1990, before either of them knows what hits them, they’re fumbling in the backroom at Family Video, making out against a shelf, VHS tapes raining down on them like falling in love: fast, hard, unexpected.

It’s all a blur of finally expressing things they had been keeping hidden for too long. Sharing secrets at midnight, back and forth with the pass of a joint or two or five. And after they start, they couldn't stop even if they had wanted to. They need this good thing. And they both know too well how fast the shit hits the fan around them. So, they don’t care for taking things slow, not after years of dancing around each other. All this to say, it doesn’t take long at all for Eddie to find himself in Steve Harrington's bedroom.

He’s sitting against the headboard, watching as Steve gets rid of his clothes. He had been expecting an almost childish awkwardness from Steve, because Eddie knows he hadn't done this before, not with a man. Not that Eddie has that much experience to speak of himself, but he had come to terms with it way earlier. It doesn’t matter what he had expected though, because in truth Steve is smooth, sexy even. He removes his clothes with purpose and devastating eye contact. He gets rid of his pants, and then his shirt is coming off – finally, finally messing up that amazing head of hair of his.

Eddie almost gets too distracted by Steve's intensity to notice the tattoo. When he comes closer, though, Eddie places his hand over his ribs. Instinctively, he just has to look and see what his skin looks like against Steve's skin. And there it is, right by his fingers. Pitch black ink, already healed over, already fully Steve. The words are stark against his pale skin. I want to be adored. Eddie has the air knocked out of him.

Steve looks down, confused for a moment. "Wha-?" he starts to ask, but then his brain catches on. Steve feels self-conscious, kisses Eddie to distract him from what he'd found. He hadn't known this is how he would feel, had never felt ashamed or embarrassed of much about his appearance before. And this isn’t quite shame. But this is Steve, bared, naked, in ways that go above a state of undress.

Eddie breaks the kiss, hand splayed over Steve's chest. "Fuck, Steve. When did you get that?"

"A while back. It's nothing." It is everything. It means so much to Steve, he'd never have the words.

Eddie's eyes soften, skimming the words again and again. The smile that graces his lips is tiny, a kind little thing Steve usually only sees on his face whenever he is around the nuggets, Max or Dustin usually.

"I can make that happen," Eddie says, honesty dripping from his words. It isn’t his usual, larger than life rambling. This is Eddie seeing him, really seeing him.

"What?" Steve asks, to diffuse the tension. A self-sabotaging little jab at their clear connection, because he actually thinks he knows exactly what Eddie means.

"I can adore you, big boy," Eddie says, and his playful spark was back. He winks, pulling Steve close by the shoulders. He gets both of them on Steve's bed. Steve's chest aches.

"Shut up," he says, because he doesn’t know how to accept something like this. Doesn’t know how to process that anyone would care, that anyone would pay attention.

Eddie rolls his eyes at him, flips them on the bed so he can straddle Steve's hips. Eddie traces the ink on his skin like it is precious. He kisses Steve hard, kisses his love into his lips, pushes it into his mouth like he does his tongue.

"I do adore you," Eddie says later, after they're both tired and spent and sated. After sex has made things fuzzier. It feels so simple now. It is so true.

"Eddie," Steve starts, ready to tell Eddie about all the ways in which he, Steve, is fucked up. Instead: "Thank you."

"Hey, I got you."

And Eddie does, he really does.

#steddie #steve x eddie #eddiesteve #steveeddie #eddie x steve #steve eddie #eddie steve #idk what this is #it just came to me in a fever #enjoy i guess hopefully #ficlet #might eventually crosspost this to AO3 #but i wanna post my real fic first #monstrius writing #monstrous bigboy

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noxarcanaart · 2 years

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that one moment in pride & prejudice 2005 but make it steddie when steve offered his hand to eddie to get in the boat

#stranger things art #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things fanart #steddie #steve eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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steve’s girl: steddie x reader

prompt: after an interesting dream, eddie munson finds his way into your boyfriend, steve harrington's, bedroom

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut (18+), threesome, orgasm denial/ruined orgasm, choking, dacryphilia

authors note at the end :)

The predicament of having your boyfriend's eyes on you as well as another mans was not how you thought you would end your Saturday night.

Sitting on Steve’s lined comforter where you had been time and time again felt comfortable as he sauntered towards you. Whatever agreement the men had found themselves in had led them here, unbeknownst to you what that included. His lips pressed to yours softly, standing between your sore knees.

“Wanna play a little game?” He asked, a slight glint in his brown eyes, drastically lighter than the eyes of Eddie Munson who stood a few feet behind him, observing the way his hands touched your hip and cheek.

Granting a small nod, he chuckled and glanced back at the leather jacket clad man. Without a word, you were being yanked up by your wrist to sit against your boyfriend's lap. The flimsy skirt did little to cover your beige panties as your legs were forced to spread.

Eddie hadn’t said a word yet, but every time he looked at you, he became quite easy to understand. His gaze wouldn’t detour off your body, the way Steve manhandled you consensually, and ultimately, made you wet beyond belief.

A gasp fell from your plush lips as Steve’s hand shoved its way beneath your underwear, smirking at the warmth, “Always so ready for me, angel.”

“Now, I want you to look at our buddy over here, okay?” Steve instructed, rubbing small circles across your clit, watching as you finally met the other boy's eyes.

“Hi there.” Eddie smirked, index and middle finger hitting his forehead to give a salute. His rings shined under the dim light of Steve’s room, falling back by his side as your breath hitched at the growing pace.

While still slow, it was a foreign concept to have someone else in the bedroom with you, meaning the seemingly lethargic tempo had you falling. His firm hands only left when he went to slip off the thin material covering your soaked center, planting a kiss on your temple as he spread you out again.

“Now, I think you have something you want to tell Eddie, don’t you baby?” Steve cooed, fingers returning to your bundle of nerves, but also to your dripping cunt. Eyebrows furrowing in pleasure and confusion as you looked at Eddie, returned with a look of amusement.

“Not ringing a bell?” Eddie questioned, taking a step forward, watching as you tensed around your boyfriend's fingers. Hands perched at his hips, he watched as you thought, well, as good as you could think with two fingers inside you and two rubbing you.

Steve looked from your face to meet his companion’s, giving a quick affirmation nod that brought his hands to the hem of your shirt. The white blouse was tugged off, lifting your arms and exposing your breasts to the chilly AC. Instinctively, you tried to cover your chest, only to receive a harsh slap on your pussy from Steve.

“Should I refresh your memory?” Steve pondered, “Does that dream you had the other night ring a bell?”

Dammit. That fucking dream.

“Awe, look, she’s already tense. Came home from work to see her asleep, whimpering, and I woke her up to be of some assistance. But my good girl was honest about who was in that dream.” Steve taunted, ignoring when you cried out as he reached your deepest spot. “Tell me again, what got you so worked up?”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks, simultaneously embarrassed and turned on as Steve played you like a fiddle with Eddie having a front row seat. Watching as he shrugged off his jean vest and leather jacket, you moaned at his exposed arms in his tank top. The black ink across his pale skin rose and fell as he laughed, mumbling, “I think I have an idea.”

“You.” Was all you could muster, earning a tsk from the lap you sat upon.

“Who? What happened?” Eddie peered, leaning forward to have his face meer inches from yours that earned you a shutter.

“You, Eddie.” You whimpered, feeling your slick begin to slip down Steve’s fingers. “I thought about you fucking me.”

At your confession, the pace quickened and had you teetering your end. As soon as your climax started, both hands retreated to your stomach and chest respectfully, caging you to Steve’s clothed body as you cried.

A ruined orgasm could hurt more than edging, getting just a taste of sublime before being yanked to the ground. Steve knew how to be mean, he liked to be in some settings, and you knew this was a part of it.

His hands found their way to your throbbing sex again, resuming the mission that you were now scared would not be in your favor.

“Tell him everything.” Steve gritted, tone much harsher than previous, tilting his head towards the object of your fantasy.

“You ate me out and then let me suck your dick. I-It was so nice.” You mewled, feeling a wave of pleasure run down your body as you grew closer. “You fucked me too, really good. Steve was there too, playing with me while you helped.”

When you had woken from your sleep just a few days ago, the guilt was eating you alive leading you to break down. Were you being a bad girlfriend by having a dream? Would he leave you or be disgusted? The heightened anxiety was instantly picked up on.

Thankfully, Steve was calm about it, finding it fairly entertaining that you had that intense of a sex dream. Expressing your sexual desires with one another was common, the topic of a threesome just hadn’t come up yet.

Yet.

“Did you like it?” Eddie grasped your chin, forcing you to look upon him as he inched towards you. You agreed, biting the inside of your lip. Steve watched the interaction closely, fingers going to autopilot from how well he knew your body, finding more pleasure in watching the erotic tension between all three of you.

He didn’t even realize you were almost there until he saw Eddie glance down at the mess in front of him. As you attempted to finish again, he yanked his hands away, capturing you against his broad chest. A loud whine filled the room as you wiggled against him, much to both of their delights.

A wet smack landed on your cunt before your skirt was tugged off and guided you to kneel on the ground before them.

It looked so sinful, sitting there completely naked at total submission for the two fully clothed men before you. Steve looked at you, petting your head comfortingly against his lower thigh.

“How badly do you want to suck Eddie’s dick?” The vulgarity of Steve’s words made you shutter and Eddie a bit taken back, but undeniably plumping underneath his tight black jeans.

“Really bad.” You said looking up into your boyfriend's kind eyes, he grabbed your cheeks to kiss you before jolting your head towards the man in front of you. Eddie loomed over, hair falling beside him, watching attentively as you meddled with his belt.

Successfully undoing the handcuffs at his waist and pulling his zipper, his boxer briefs did very little to hide his erection. Audibly whimpering, you placed gentle kisses up his groin to reach his naval, placing a wet kiss there.

“May I?” You asked, fingers dipping under his black waistband, feeling the trail of hair beneath too.

“Fuck,” He muttered, “Go for it.” The sight alone made him slightly dizzy, it wasn’t every day that your friend comes up to you and lets you know that his girlfriend thinks you’re ‘really hot’. He had to have been dreaming.

Heaven felt an inch away as you put him in your mouth, grabbing the base as you slowly bobbed your head. Tongue sliding up his slit gently, the taste of him landed on your tastebuds, sighing.

“Now, now, don’t you think he deserves better than that?” Steve challenged, standing to your side, hand cupping the back of your head. Laced in your locks, he shoved you further down Eddie’s dick to hear you choke.

Hands flying to his hips to steady yourself, the loud moan rang through your ears as tears lined your eyes. Feeling the heat intensify, Eddie shrugged off his shirt, leaving black ink exposed on his chest.

Guiding you up and down, Steve watched proudly as you gagged, spit dripping to his plush carpet. But he knew you could take more, shoving you all the way to his naval, nose tickled by his coarse pubic hair.

“Holy fuck.” Eddie breathed, abs flexing at the constraint in your warm mouth, holding onto Steve’s shoulder to stop from falling.

Pulling you off, Steve smashed his lips to yours, barely giving you time to breath. Your mascara was slightly running, salvia all across your chin and some even trailing between your breasts.

Eddie hissed when his rosy length slapped against him, watching as you made out in front of him, which just made him want to come even more. Pulling away, spit connected your mouths, a combination of all three of you.

“Took that like a champ.” Eddie laughed as you smiled, looking down at your hands resting in your lap.

Steve stood, hands under your armpits to all, but threw you to his bed. The sound of his belt unbuckling made you look up, observing as he stripped to his blue boxers that hugged his thighs.

While his gaze focused on you, he glanced over at Eddie, dick now shoved back with his pants undone. Scoffing, he rolled his eyes, “What are you, Munson, a prude? Strip.”

Now, Eddie didn’t consider himself a submissive man, but his pants did come off the minute Steve told him to. Possibly due to this being his dynamic, Eddie is just a volunteer who happened to appear in your subconscious at the right time.

Making his way to the end of the bed, he got a look at you, doe eyed and waiting with a messy cunt that practically dripped onto Steve’s bed. He hummed at the sight, letting his hand wander to your lower stomach, accidentally tickling your soft skin.

“Stevie, can Eddie please?” You asked, fiddling with the gold chain necklace around your neck, head propped up against his firm pillows. Steve went to the head of the bed, pulling down his last article of clothing to sit next to you, tugging you to hover your mouth over his erection.

“That’s up to him, sweetheart. But what you are going to do is blow me twice as good as him, got it?” Steve sneered, feeling you nod against his grasp on the nape of your neck, taking him whole.

Examining the way you took your partner was almost as much fun as watching you clench around nothing before him. Eddie greedily put his lips on your lower set, groaning at the taste and shoving your knees up.

The sudden pleasure made you choke, coming up for a sharp breath, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. Moaning pitifully, attempting to jerk him off, Steve could only snicker at you.

“Awe, is it too much for you, pretty girl?” He teased, holding your head in one hand and taking his dick in the other, forcing yours to recede. Eddie watched through his lashes as Steve smacked your face with his cock, beads of pre-come marking your face with each hit.

Returning back to your original action, you tried going as deep as you could, swirling your tongue skillfully like you knew he liked. Confirmed by his groan and brief loosening on your hair.

Laying belly down on the bed, Eddie continued to suck your clit, fingers finding their way inside you. You had only been with Steve, taking time to understand each other's bodies as thoroughly as you expressed.

But as Eddie found your point of pleasure inside you and let his tongue dance upon your bud, you found yourself slipping further under their spell. His mouth was enticing, drawing a masterpiece against your smooth skin that was already trembling with need.

You felt Steve was getting close, as you were too, making you pull away from his lower half. The cries escaping you were salacious, eyes squeezing shut, believing to finally be approaching a successful finish.

“Eddie. Off.” Steve commanded, Eddie’s eyes rolling as left a kiss against you. As much as he enjoyed being a bit rough or mean, the tears on your face and dripping center were driving him mad. If Steve wouldn’t let you finish the whole night, he would take care of it himself if you’d let him.

The boys swapped places, Steve resting on his haunches and flipping you onto your stomach. Shakily getting on your hands and knees, Eddie sat in front of you, giving you a soft grin.

“Can I have a kiss please?” You whispered, staring into the boy's deep brown eyes, but he flickered his to Steve, awaiting approval.

Not looking behind, you only knew it was granted when his lips met yours. His lips were soft, tasting a bit like you from his previous endeavors. He set your cheek in his palm, deepening his intensity as Steve shoved his dick inside you.

Eddie pulled away to hear your pretty sounds, smiling ear to ear at your blissed face. He pushed his thumb between your lips, allowing you to suck greedily. As your eyes rolled back, he took his other hand to pump himself, watching you, but also as Steve grabbed your hips and thrust in and out.

“Let me.” He heard you stutter, finding your way to his dick to take him in your throat again. He watched you take him with ease, sliding up and down.

Attempting to give you a breather, Steve kept it slow for the first few strokes, biting his own lip as you clenched around him.

“You love being full, don’t you?” Eddie pondered, feeling the whine around his member, coming up for air shortly after. He went to say another menacing comment until you put his balls into your mouth, sucking them while jerking him off.

A string of curses came from him as he ran a hand through his hair, Steve stuck between watching you destroy a man’s sanity below or the face of the mess himself. As you rocked towards your fourth climax, none prosperous, leaving you overstimulated and unsatisfied concurrently.

The thrusts inside of you quickened, a ring clad hand wrapping around your neck to pull you into a heated kiss. The mix of spit, tears, and pre-come was enough to make a demon blush, but it was intoxicating as your tongues danced against one another.

Just as you were about to conclude, Steve pulled out to come on your lower back, a whine of pleasure harmonizing with your tearless sobs. All Eddie could do was watch as you shook, falling to his shoulder and burrowing against his neck.

“You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart, letting us be greedy.” Steve assured, grabbing his shirt from the floor to wipe himself off you, making sure to put some on his finger for you to suck off.

He stood up, stretching his back, motioning Eddie to stand. You couldn’t help, but giggle at them both standing naked in front of each other, Eddie painfully hard and Steve just recovering.

“What’s so funny, little lady?” Eddie cocked a brow, looking at your glossy eyes, going to the end of the bed where the other man was previously. You scrunch your nose, smiling at him to which he returns, pinching your thigh to make you squeak.

A thud hits Eddie’s chest, a gold foil packet as Steve slid behind you, settling you to his chest.

“I like you, Munson, but not that much.” He joked as the other gave a fabricated pout, “Oh, but I’m the prude, Harrington?”

Too fucked out to engage, you stared as Eddie slid on the plastic covering, settling back into your lovers embrace.

He slid the head of his cock between your folds, letting it toy with your clit to watch you flinch. Admiring the way you coated him, he caved and slid inside, unable to contain the groan crawling from the pit of his stomach.

Easing his way in, he felt every detail of you, enjoying the way you clenched. Your lower lips puffy from the beratement it had experienced over the past hour, your bud just peeking from under its hood.

Lower hairs grazing one another as he settled into you, your legs wrapping around his waist as you mewled. Steve’s hand grasped your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. The attention was now on you, positively, for the first time tonight, both men having their end goal to make you feel good.

The soft ‘uh’s’ were the only thing spoken as Eddie grasped your hips and created his rhythm. His mushroom tip pressed deliciously inside of you, an eruption of pleasure seeping through your veins.

Both of you had been on the brink for so long, the end was nearing as your brain floated into a higher state. Steve smirked as his fingers danced across your clit, eyes wiring shut, but mouth hanging open.

“You got it, go for it.” He mumbled against the shell of your ear as you began to tremble against him. Tears streaming against your cheeks, you started to breathe heavier than before, each hand reaching for each boy to interlock.

“You look so fucking pretty,” Eddie stuttered, quickening his pace, familarizing himself with the way you felt when you got close, “C’mon, babe, cream all over me.”

The dirty words finally sent you over the edge, catapulting Eddie to his finish as well, the sound of your skin smacking his would put any porno to shame. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out of you just yet, enjoying not only his place inside you, but the way his thumb rubbed your knuckles near your hip.

“Shit, she’ll sleep well tonight.” Steve quipped, making Eddie laugh, sitting back with a huff. Tying up the condom and throwing it in the trash, his head hit the wall behind him softly.

Latched onto Steve, he slowly coaxed his way up, standing as you laid with your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“I’m gonna get you some water, okay? I’m sure Eddie would want to hold you.” He said, rubbing your back, watching Eddie lift his head. Scooting closer, he wrapped his arm around your waist, the cool metal on his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps.

You exchanged them, finding your way to his lap like a koala, to which he hugged you just as tightly. Your bodies were both warm and sticky, but so blissfully content in each other's arms.

Pushing back some hair, he planted a kiss to your forehead then nose, giving a cheeky smile as you looked in a daze.

“Did you have fun?” You whispered, chin against his pecs and slightly over his guitar pick necklace. He laughed, shoulders shaking, somehow squeezing you tighter.

“Time of my life, sweetheart, you took that like a champ.” Eddie’s lower hand rubbing your lower back soothingly as you shied away in his neck bashfully.

Steve came back in with a few waters, handing one to you first with a kiss to your temple. Even if it was just you two, Steve was always adamant about aftercare, especially if the night had been particularly intense.

Putting on some clothes, their boxers back on whilst you get a fresh pair of panties and a warm t-shirt. Sandwiched between them, backs against the headboard as you began to drift off, enjoying the radiating heat and comfort from the boys.

“Goodnight.” Eddie smiled, kissing your cheek as you hummed.

“You guys should kiss next time.” You mumbled, eyes fluttering shut and sinking further into the bed beneath Steve’s covers.

“Oh my God, go to bed.” Your boyfriend mumbled, an unquestioning blush on his cheeks as he morphed against your body, with Eddie following.

“Don’t want a smooch, Harrington?” Eddie teased, puckering his lips above your head, only receiving a flick on the forehead.

“Your boyfriends a big meanie.”

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thelastwalkingsoul · 2 years

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Eddie keeps wearing his bandana in his pocket once he and Steve start dating. They’re out somewhere together when this random dude starts up a conversation with Eddie cause he’s seen the bandana.

Eddie then has to awkwardly try to explain that yes, the extremely straight looking man standing beside him is his himbo boyfriend.

#I love steve but he's a bit of a himbo #eddie loves him for it though #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #steve eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #himbo steve harrington #stranger things #souls headcanons

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aiviloy · 7 months

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#eddie munson #fanart #stranger things #illustration #illustrators on tumblr #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things fanart #steddie fanart #steve eddie #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #soft steddie #kigurumi #teddy munson #steve bearington #onesies

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shy-daredevil · 1 year

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Imagine, if you will, Eddie and the band are on tour. It's not their first one or anything but Eddie still has a little something special planned. So they play the first half and before they take an intermission says something along the line of like "Now this next one isn't like our usual style. But about to take a little break and after that we'll get back to the metal. So indulge me for just this once"

The music kicks in and Eddie sings the first lines with so much heart and joy.

~Anthony works at the grocery store. Saving his pennies for someday~

You see, a little over half a year ago Steve and Eddie had their first baby. A sweet boy they named Anthony, after one of Steve's favorite Billy Joel song. And while Eddie still can't really say he's a fan, Moving Out will now always have a special place in his heart.

Singing the song in front of a large crowd, practically yelling his son's name for them all just felt right.

It seems to go over well (especially with super fans who know the meaning) so they keep it up in the next town and the next. By the third or fourth show word has gotten around and Eddie is happily surprised to hear his fellow metalheads sing along. By the final show it's turned into a little call and response with Eddie starting the line and the crowd finishing it.

Little Anthony Munson is unfortunately too young to join the band on stage but Steve definitely shows him a video of the moment to see his son light up at hearing his daddy sing his name.

#steddie #steve eddie #i'm not a writer #but i want them to have a son #and sing billy joel together

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sideblogofthcentury · 1 year

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Steve knows people.

As much as his little monster-fighting family likes to believe Steve doesn’t know much, Steve definitely Knows people. Steve can read anyone like a book, based on what they choose to wear, how they choose to act, what they choose to say.

It was a survival tactic leftover from growing up the child of a millionaire; attending fancy parties and big holiday dinners with people his father did business with. Meeting a bunch of very particular adults, always having to respond in the exact right way to keep his father in good professional standings.

Steve could have a five minute conversation with someone and know for sure whether he ever wanted to see that person again.

Steve knows people.

And that is exactly why Steve is confused out of his mind about one Eddie Munson.

See, Steve has been “putting the moves,” as Robin calls it, on Eddie for the last three months. He had been pulling out every stop, trying his best to romance Eddie like one of those suave men from the books that had every bored housewife in Hawkins panting.

Steve knows Eddie likes him back. When Steve calls, Eddie’s bored sounding voice perks up half an octave when Steve starts to speak. Every time Eddie sees Steve, his face softens and he gets this dopey smile, like he’s smoked 3 joints in the last 15 minutes. Eddie always reaches out to touch Steve, and when Steve returns the favor, Eddie leans into him like a metalhead-sized cat.

It is an inherent fact to Steve that Eddie likes him back.

So when Eddie rushes a goodbye, or pulls away from a touch that’s a second too long to be platonic, or refuses to make eye contact when Steve would really like to kiss him, it confuses the goddamn shit out of Steve.

And that’s exactly what Steve says.

They’re sitting on the roof of Eddie’s van, looking up at the stars, elbows touching as they each pillow their heads on their hands. They’d just snuffed out the butt of their second joint of the night, and were basking in the lovely high, the beauty of the night sky, and each other’s company.

And Steve, as we’d established before, mutters under his breath: “you confuse the goddamn shit out of me.”

And Eddie, startled and confused, does what he does best: he laughs.

Which makes Steve laugh.

Which makes Eddie laugh harder.

Soon enough they’re both clutching their bellies and cackling out into the warm summer Indiana night.

Eddie sits up to catch his breath, crossing his legs and turning towards Steve. “Were you talking to me?”

Steve looked up at Eddie and placed one hand under his head, one on his stomach. “Yeah.”

“I confuse the goddamn shit out of you?”

Steve chuckled, still panting from the laughter. “Yeah.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows and poked Steve in the side.

Steve chuckled again, and shook his head. “You just confuse me, man. Us. This. It’s confusing.”

Eddie shrank a bit. He knew where this was going. (no he didn’t.) “Oh?” he mumbled, fumbling with his rings, avoiding eye contact.

Steve laughed. “That’s what I mean. You’re so confusing. You act like you want to kiss me so bad.”

Eddie froze.

Eddie’s brain was definitely broken.

Eddie had definitely smoked too much.

“I- you- what??”

Steve laughed.

Eddie blinked several times, wearing the most adorable confused expression. It made Steve’s heart melt. “I act… I don’t- what do you mean I ACT like I want to kiss you?!”

Steve took a deep breath and sat up, turned to face Eddie, and crossed his legs, touching both knees to Eddie’s. He covered Eddie’s fidgeting hands with his own right hand, and placed his left hand on Eddie’s thigh, just above his right knee. He leaned closer, watching Eddie’s chocolate eyes widen, darken, and flit to his lips. Steve smiled and Eddie’s breath caught, his hands flinching under Steve’s, and his eyelids fluttering in shock, before once again meeting Steve’s eyes.

Steve raised his eyebrows. “That.”

Eddie’s brain was still rebooting. “What?”

Steve shook his head and laughed. “You. Act. Like. You. Want. To. Kiss. Me.”

Eddie took a deep breath. “Steve, I’m gay.”

Steve laughed again, and Eddie frowned. “What the hell, Steve?”

Steve laughed again.

Eddie scoffed and started to move away, but Steve’s hands, previously laying innocently on Eddie’s hands and thigh, now gripped him firmly, keeping him close.

“Eddie. I know you’re gay.”

Eddie blinked. “Then why are you confused?”

Steve let his eyes very obviously find Eddie’s lips, lingering there a long pause, before bringing them back up to meet Eddie’s, which are now almost entirely consumed by the black of his blown pupils. “Because you act like you want to kiss me sooo bad, and yet, here I sit. Unkissed.”

Eddie visibly stalled. His entire body flinched, he blinked several times, and his mouth opened a fraction of an inch and he inhaled as if to speak, but made absolutely no sound.

Steve smiled and started to stroke Eddie’s hands and clothed thigh with his thumbs, silently showing Eddie he’s not going anywhere, waiting patiently for Eddie to sort through the obvious shock that this new information has triggered.

After a moment of intermittent blinking, Eddie took a deep breath. “You- I… I didn’t think that was an option.”

Steve chuckled and licked his lips. “It is most certainly an option.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay.”

Steve waited.

And waited.

“Steve?”

“yeah?”

“You’re saying I can kiss you now?”

Steve giggled. “Yeah, Eddie. I am saying that.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay.”

Steve waited again. “Unless.. You’d rather I kissed you?”

“No, no, I wanna do it.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

Eddie let his hands slip from underneath Steve’s, Steve moving his hand to Eddie’s other knee. Eddie cupped Steve’s face, fingertips threading into the hair behind his ears, his thumbs resting so gently on Steve’s cheeks. Eddie held Steve like he had the entire world in his hands, and for the first time in Steve’s life, he felt precious. Nobody had ever handled Steve so delicately, and his head was swimming.

Eddie’s eyes searched Steve’s face like he was looking for something, like he’d never get another chance, like he actually cared. Eddie looked at Steve like he was a sculpture in a museum, and it made Steve dizzy.

As Eddie shortened the distance between them, the last thing Steve saw before he closed his eyes was Eddie’s face flash with the most excited expression he’d ever seen, and Steve’s heart filled with joy.

And then Eddie’s lips touched Steve’s and his own brain failed him. He’d kissed plenty of people before but it’s never been quite like this. Eddie’s kiss was firm, soft, and entirely sure of himself, as if he didn’t spend months too afraid to do it.

Eddie’s hands advanced further into Steve’s hair, cupping the nape of his neck, tilting Steve’s head to deepen the kiss. Eddie’s tongue slid along Steve’s bottom lip, and took the opportunity of Steve’s surprised gasp to let itself into Steve’s mouth. Eddie’s tongue on his own distracted Steve from Eddie’s hands, and the next thing Steve knew, he was on his back with Eddie hovering over him, his knees straddling Steve’s hips, one hand shielding the back of Steve’s head from the metal of the van, his other hand holding Steve’s chest down, heating Steve’s soul through the thin material of his shirt.

Steve turned away to catch his breath, allowing Eddie to move his kisses to Steve’s jaw, hot breath on Steve’s neck sending entirely too much of his blood south. Steve sighed, shaking his head and let out an airy laugh. “You are so confusing.”

Eddie laughed into Steve’s ear. “What now?” His voice was deep and cracked, his breath in Steve’s ear making Steve shiver and grip Eddie’s lean hips.

“You-“ Steve panted while Eddie continued kissing his neck, “You acted so shy, for months, like you were too afraid to kiss me, driving me goddamn crazy. I could see how badly you wanted it and you never did anything about it. And now, here you are on top of me, melting me into fucking putty.” He pants a few seconds more, relishing the feeling of his earlobe in Eddie’s mouth. “Why didn’t you do us both a favor and do this months ago??”

“I told you,” Eddie mumbled, lifting his face up to meet Steve’s eyes with the most wicked grin, finally touching his own body to Steve’s in a full-body grind that led with his hips, followed with his chest, and ended with a loud groan from Steve, “I didn’t think that was an option.”

#this may or may not be based on real life experience #look sometimes it’s hard to know if someone likes you back #tops without firm grasp of romantic cues representation #bottoms who aren’t afraid to ask for what they want #eddie driving steve crazy challenge #steve knowing what he wants and also knowing what eddie wants #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things fic #steddie fic #steddie fix it fic #eddie is an idiot #oblivious moron

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finntheehumaneater · 3 months

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I owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 3)

(Part one) (part four)

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@hack-saw2004 THIS IS FOR YOU. THEY DID THE THING. And also more than that because I thought “this needs to be gayer”. I also have never smoked, so…sorry if it’s inaccurate lmao

some tags for people haven’t been working, so I am so sorry if you’re on the taglist but it didn’t go through :(

(notes and taglist under the cut)

CW: smoking, swearing, nightmares

It was windier than it had been before when Eddie pulled up to his trailer, and any semblance of neatness in Steve’s hair was blown away the second he stepped outside. The wind stung against his face, and he blinked back tears as he squinted at the trailer. It wasn’t supposed to be this cold, it was July sixth.

He waited for Eddie to get out, and then hobbled behind him to the front door. Every step made his chest ache and his lungs burn. The painkillers helped a bit, but it was only Ibuprofen so it just made him feel less tired. He still needed sleep, though. Maybe a good shower. He smelled like blood sweat and dust, even though his clothes were clean.

Eddie opened the door and helped Steve up. His hands were warm, but his rings were cold, and Steve didn’t realize he had been staring at the metal skull until Eddie tried to wriggle his hand out of Steve’s grip. Steve let go, his cheeks pink.

“Sorry,” he tried to say, but he barely got the words out before a gruff voice called, and Wayne Munson shuffled into the room, eyeing Steve over.

“Ed? Who’s this?”

Wayne’s brown flannel hung loosely off of him—the same with his ripped-up jeans, that Steve didn’t think were supposed to be that ripped. He had lost weight since the last time Steve had seen him out. Which has been a few months ago.

Steve wanted to say that he was nobody—that he was just a stranger staying the night because he felt too broken to go and sleep alone—because he couldn’t just accept the fact that he had to be okay, even after everybody that happened. But he stayed silent, watching Eddie go up to Wayne and whisper something.

Their tones were hushed, and Wayne kept looking back over at Steve, which made him shrink into himself slightly, feeling bare again. He wished he had a jacket or something—something that he could pull around himself. He tugged the waistband of his jeans up a bit higher and crossed his arms over his stomach.

He honestly didn’t know how long he had been staring at the floor, but eventually Eddie came over and took his hand, tugging him down the very small, thin hallway and towards the bathroom. Steve felt a few tears slip down his cheeks, but Eddie ignored him, looking over his face for a minute before he pushed Steve gently into the bathroom, stating simply, “Shower.”

Steve nodded and wiped his eyes. He really needed to stop fucking crying. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Not for a while. He watched Eddie run a hand through his hair, his eyes wide as he huffed and held his hands out in front of him—palms facing Steve like he was a spooked animal that might run. He might’ve.

“Jesus, okay. We have very little hot water, so try not to use it all, yeah? Like a ten minute shower tops? I’ll come in and leave some clothes on the counter, and then I’ll go and make up the couch for you. You’ll be okay in here by yourself?”

He said it like he was offering to stay, and Steve really would have fucking liked that—just to have someone in here with him even if he couldn’t see them through the shower curtain—but he knew that’s not what Eddie was asking. So he nodded even though he didn’t mean it and let Eddie start the shower for him, tucking himself into the corner. He watched as Eddie grabbed a towel from the cabinet below the sink and placed it on top of the toilet seat, before patting his shoulder and leaving.

Fuck, the shower felt amazing. Eddie came in at some point to put clothes on the counter, but Steve wasn’t really aware of anything more as he sat there, letting the water run over him. He regretted washing his hair, because he didn’t know what the hell was in Eddie’s shampoos—the bottles kind of sticky and the labels long worn off—but it was better than having his hair flopping over and stuck to his forehead. He also didn’t think that Eddie had any hairspray—let alone the kind he normally used.

He tried to get himself out before the water turned cold, but he regretted it immediately after, because the air was too-cool and his hair was sticking to the back of his neck in a way that made him want to cry.

He dried off and changed into the clothes Eddie had left on the counter—an old brown sweater and some shorts that clung to his thighs in a way that was almost uncomfortable, but he’d live. It was better than sleeping in jeans, anyways. The door to Wayne and Eddie’s rooms were closed, so Steve went to the living room, falling onto the couch that had a blanket draped over. He had kind of expected it to be more made up than it was, but then felt bad for thinking that. He had shown up last minute, to people that he knew didn’t like him that much, so he deserved to sleep on the couch where the springs poked into his side, with a scratchy pillow and a thrown blanket that Steve thought was supposed to be white. And it probably had been, at some point. Maybe twenty years ago.

He tried to get comfortable—tried to shake off the gross feeling of his damp hair, which was going to look horrible in the morning, but at least it was clean, now—and closed his eyes.

There was blood everywhere. It was on him, and on the floor, and dripping into teeth. He was alone and the room was dark and fuck, he couldn’t see. Everything was blurry. His face hurt. His head hurt. His chest hurt. He heard the door open, and backed into the corner, barely able to see through his swollen eyes.

“Please,” he begged, but he didn’t even know what he was begging for. He just wanted it all to stop. He wanted to leave. He wanted to die. He wanted Robin.

Steve woke with a start as he heard the screen door swing shut, sitting up quickly and gasping. His hands immediately went to his face, feeling it over, and he crumpled back into himself when he felt the stinging of still-hurt skin. It had happened. He wasn’t okay.

He got up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as gently as he could and stumbled outside, his feet tripping over themselves. He kind of wished he had kept his socks on after the shower, even if they were dirty.

Eddie was perched on the picnic table just outside of the trailer, a cigarette dangling from his lips, an open notebook in his lap. He had headphones on, and Steve could hear the loud music coming through, but the Walkman was too far away for him to read what the tape was. There was a small tin sitting next to it, cream colored with a gold-looking lid. It looked outdated.

Steve made his way down to the grass and sat next to Eddie, who still didn’t notice him, his eyes glued to the notebook and whatever drawing he was making. Steve picked up the tin. It had the face and shoulders of a woman on the front—long blonde hair and a laurel wreath, her pale skin almost the color of the tin. There were green and gold designs around her, outlining the font. Some of the words were faded and scratched over, but Steve could make it out. Or at least what he thought it said.

Colgate’s Dactylis. Talc Powder. Boric Antiseptic. COLGATE & CO. New York, USA.

He opened it, and there were cigarettes stuffed inside, a lighter stuck with them. The tin in itself wasn’t very big, but it fit maybe four or five of them with the lighter.

He felt Eddie startle as he set the tin back down, flinching in on himself, one of his knees raised as he threw the notebook onto the bench and wrenched off his headphones. “Jesus, Harrington…,” he muttered, putting a hand over his heart and sighing. His eyes looked kind of red, like he had been crying. Steve wanted to ask what was wrong, but he knew Eddie would yell at him if he did. “Give a man a warning.”

Steve nodded and looked down. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Don’t be,” Eddie muttered, huffing and picking up the Walkman. Steve tried to catch a glimpse of what it was, but Eddie tucked it away after he paused it, too soon for Steve to see.

Steve sighed, settling into the almost-uncomfortable silence, before he saw Eddie’s hand in his vision, holding out the cigarette for him. Steve looked over at him. Some of Eddie’s curls were falling over his face, acting like a curtain, making his expression unreadable, but he saw Eddie nod.

He put his to his lips and took a drag, holding it for a second and letting the smoke fill up his lungs, before he breathed out, watching the smoke cloud in the cool early-morning air in front of his face. At least he assumed it was early-morning.

“So graceful,” Eddie murmured as Steve handed it back to him. He didn’t know why, but it made his cheeks flush. Eddie took a drag himself and sighed out the smoke, dropping his head before he handed it to Steve.

Steve just looked down at it for a moment, watching the very tip of it sizzle to ash. He heard Eddie clear his throat and looked over. His hair kind of looked golden around the edges from the light of the porch light of the trailer behind them. It looked good on him. Made him look almost god-like.

“You smoke often?” Eddie asked quietly, and Steve shook his head.

“Not really?”

“Is that a question or an answer?” Eddie mused, eyeing Steve over, a kind of annoyance in his face that was overshadowed by the soft yellow light around him.

Steve shrugged, looking away and sighing. He didn’t mean to keep making Eddie angry with him—and to be honest, he didn’t even know what he was doing to make him mad—but maybe he deserved this, for being such a dick to him years ago.

He was about to say something stupid that would probably make Eddie even more mad, an apology for his past actions on the tip of his tongue, when Eddie spoke up again. “You ever shotgunned?”

Steve froze, shaking his head. “No.”

“I meant with smoking.”

“There’s another one?” Steve tilted his head.

Eddie nodded. “S’the, uh…you stab the thing?” He mimed stabbing a knife into something and then taking a sip. “With the beer? I’ve seen you do it at parties and shit. The girls seem impressed by it.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that’s what it was called,” Steve said quietly, shrugging. “I’ve never…done the smoking one, then.”

“Do you want to?” Eddie asked, and he sounded kind of unsure. Steve looked over, feeling his eyebrows raise, and he hesitated.

“Hm?”

“Shotgun? Do you want to?”

“Yeah, sure,” Steve scooched a bit closer, handing the cigarette back to Eddie. “How do I do it?”

Eddie raised onto his knees on the top of the picnic table, hovering above Steve before tucking a finger under Steve’s chin so that he could raise his head. Steve leaned into his hand slightly, and maybe it was the fact that he was fucking exhausted that made him do it.

Eddie grabbed his face gently, his fingers were a bit harsh in a way that Steve kind of liked, the other man’s fingers pressing into his cheeks, the cigarette in his other hand.

“Open your mouth,” Eddie whispered, and Steve did. He felt like an idiot, just sitting there with his mouth hanging open as Eddie towered above him, taking a drag of the cigarette. He didn’t blow it out in the air, though, instead leaning forward, his lips ghosting over Steve’s, and Steve thought about leaning in for a split second, before Eddie breathed out into Steve’s mouth.

It startled Steve so much that he flinched back, his eyes wide as he choked on the smoke and coughed, doubling over with his face tucked into his arm. Eddie laughed softly and shook his head slightly, putting out the cigarette against the heel of his shoe when he sat back down. He grabbed his notebook and Walkman, standing up and flicking the stud of a cigarette into the grass. “That was shotgunning. Like it?”

Steve nodded as he coughed, his face burning red and his eyes watering. What the fuck just happened? Eddie walked back into the trailer, closing the screen door behind him. Steve got up and grabbed the cigarette but, tugging the sweater down lower, his thighs stinging from where they had been stuck to the picnic table.

He wanted to talk about this, because all of that seemed to…it seemed too much like a “friend” thing, for two people who “hated each other”. Maybe even more than a friend thing. But he knew they wouldn’t talk about it. He didn’t know Eddie that well, but he did know one thing about him. Hell, everyone knew it.

Eddie didn’t talk things over with people.

Eddie’s cigarette tin. If you even care.

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