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Awe this story is so damn wholesome. I want this to be real!

A touch of cinnamon and spice

Chapter 5 (final)

summary: Just a long, smutty epilogue with some very soft winter fluff!

2.427 words · Rated: EXPLICIT · Please read the updated tags on AO3!

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Chapter 5 · 19th December 1987

“It’s snowing!”

Steve’s voice had woken Eddie up and he felt the mattress under him dip in.

“Let’s go outside!” He sounded excited like a little kid.

Eddie just mumbled into the pillow, not yet fully awake. He glanced over to the alarm clock: 6:37 am.

“Baby, it’s too early…” he let out a soft sigh. “If I had known my boyfriend would be such an early bird…” He turned onto his other side and pulled the blanket over himself.

But when he didn’t hear Steve answer, he peeked up from under the blanket to see if something was wrong. Steve was standing by the foot of the bed, in the middle of putting on his pants, staring at Eddie with a surprised, but delighted expression.

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah… uuh, I know we haven’t talked about that yet, is that not–OOF!” But Steve had already thrown himself back onto the bed and was kissing Eddie.

…

After a soft make-out session that left both of them giggling and smiling from ear to ear, Steve still wanted to go outside.

It had snowed a lot the previous night and dense snowflakes were still falling as they walked onto the campus court, the snow crunching loudly under their feet. Eddie loved that sound.

The snow was sticky and thick, the perfect kind of snow for building a snowman. Steve started rolling big snow globes and stacked them on top of each other. Eddie helped and quickly gathered sticks and pebbles for the mouth, eyes and nose.

Steve put both of his hands on his hips and grinned proudly at his accomplishment. Big snowflakes landed on his long lashes and melted on his rosy cheeks. Eddie couldn’t stop staring at him.

His boyfriend.

He had never met a more beautiful, kind, fun person and in the cold it was making Eddie feel immensely warm, heart pounding in his chest.

“What?” Steve noticed he had been staring and looked at Eddie, a curious smile curling his lips.

“Nothing,” Eddie smirked. He bent down to gather a fistful of snow into his hand. Once Steve knew what he was doing, he formed a snowball himself while stepping backwards to gain some distance.

They threw their snowballs at the same time, Steve’s hit Eddie in the chest and Eddie’s missed by a long shot.

“Heyyy!” Eddie complained, but Steve just shot him a challenging grin.

They laughed, ran around and threw snowballs at each until they were out of breath.

Steve, the former high school sports pro, hit Eddie many times, whereas Eddie’s attempts mostly missed, but he wasn’t going to let that slide.

“Revenge!” He yelled as he lunged towards Steve, both arms open, a crazy grin on his face.

All Steve could do was shout “Eddie, no!” but Eddie was already tackling him into the snow with himself on top.

“Eddie, YES!”

Both of them laughed, lying in the snow, their hair and clothes wet, cheeks red and their breaths visible in the cold.

Overwhelmed with happiness and uncontrollably grinning, Eddie then pulled Steve into a soft kiss, smiling against his lips.

…

Giggling and trying not to trip over discarded jackets and shoes on the floor, Eddie let Steve maneuver them to the bed without breaking their kiss. His soft lips danced around Eddie’s in a slow and passionate way that pulled on Eddie’s heartstrings. He felt like his heart might burst out of his chest and he needed to be closer to Steve so badly.

Steve took his time with undressing Eddie. He peeled his clothes away slowly, caressing and kissing every newly uncovered patch of bare skin.

Eddie shivered under his touch. He let out small gasps and sighs as Steve explored his body. Steve was so gentle and savored him like they were about to part for months.

He kissed the pale flesh of his shoulders, and scattered a few kisses over his tattooed chest and his stomach until he reached Eddie’s boxers. Steve pulled them down and began to kiss Eddie’s thighs while caressing his butt with his broad hands, ignoring his half-hard cock until Eddie whimpered with impatience.

“Stevie, please… I need you”, he begged.

Steve came up to capture Eddie’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Eddie wrapped his arms around him immediately and kissed back with equal enthusiasm. Steve’s hand wandered into his hair and when he broke the kiss, both of them were breathing heavily. Steve’s warm hazel eyes were gazing into the depths of Eddie’s big brown doe eyes with so much affection.

“Are we really doing this?” Steve whispered, a smile curling his lips.

“If you want to, yeah”, Eddie smiled back.

“You know I do”, Steve laughed.

“Awesome!” Eddie grinned giddily and lifted Steve’s shirt to pull it over his head. “Now let’s get rid of this!”

Eddie made short work with Steve’s shirt and pants, then he kissed along Steve’s soft stomach, down the alluring trail of dark hair to the rim of his boxers. He grazed his lips over Steve’s obvious bulge, making him gasp. Mouthing at his hard length through the cotton, Eddie teased him further, nudging at his cockhead with his tongue where Steve was already leaking through the fabric. He breathed in Steve’s wonderful scent and listened to the little noises he made.

When he finally pulled down Steve’s boxers to reveal his perfect pink cock, Eddie let out a pleased groan.

“Finally, it’s just you and me, big boy.”

“Are you talking to my dick?” Steve let out a huffed laugh.

“Shhh…”

Eddie licked one big stripe from Steve’s balls along his length to the glistening head, making Steve exclaim in pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck, Eds!”

He felt a hand slide into his hair, tugging it behind his ear. He looked up and their eyes met. Steve gazed at him through his long lashes, cheeks flushed, plush lips open. Eddie stared back at him with dark eyes and he grinned to himself. Steve wanted to watch. And if Steve wanted a show, he would give him a hell of a show.

Eyes fixed on Steve’s, Eddie went to work by wrapping his wet lips around Steve’s cockhead and licking gently over the sensitive glands with his expert tongue.

With one hand, Eddie stroked his hard shaft and with the other, he began massaging Steve’s hairy firm balls. He took all of Steve in, his taste, scent, feeling, noises while burning this moment into his brain. Steve made the neediest sounds while being sucked off, Eddie couldn’t get enough of hearing his trembling voice through all of the sloppy, wet sounds he was making. His own cock was hard and leaking, begging for attention, but Eddie ignored it.

He took Steve deep into the heat of his mouth once more, when Steve’s hand was suddenly pulling Eddie’s hair and he yelped.

“Eddie, Eds – stop!”

Eddie stopped immediately, his lips leaving Steve’s cock with a wet pop. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?” he asked with a worried expression.

“You’re just a little too good at this, I don’t wanna come like this…” Steve admitted, his chest was heaving, but he was smiling at Eddie.

Eddie was relieved to hear that and raised a brow suggestively. “How do you wanna come, baby?”

“I… I wanna fuck you, is that okay?” Steve asked hopefully.

Eddie moaned as he let the image of being bent over and fucked by Steve take shape in his mind.

“Yes, please, Stevie…” Eddie came up to give his boyfriend a wet kiss on the lips. “I want you inside me”, he whispered into his ear in a low voice, making Steve blush furiously.

“It’s …um, it’s just that I’ve only ever been on the receiving end…”

“I’m gonna talk you through it, sweetheart.” Eddie kissed his cheek and then dropped onto the bed next to him. “Lube and condoms are in the drawer,” he said and winked at Steve.

Only a few minutes later, Eddie was a writhing mess submitted to Steve’s control, praising and encouraging him.

“You – you’re doing great, oh god, Stevie…”

“You like it?” Steve beamed at him and Eddie swore it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. This sweet, considerate boy was so determined to make him feel good, it made Eddie’s heart race and his dick harder, if that was even possible at this point.

“I do, baby, but not as much as I’ll love taking your cock…” Eddie declared with a needy moan and it took all of his iron will not to come on Steve’s fingers alone. “Give me another, please?”

Steve pulled out to coat his fingers in more lube and then proceeded with three fingers. Eddie let out a long moan as Steve pushed in carefully.

“I’m ready, baby, please… I need you inside me”, Eddie was begging now.

Steve fumbled with the condom wrapper, but his hands were too slick from the lube, and it slipped from his grip.

“Dammit”, he cursed and blushed with embarrassment.

“Let me help you”, Eddie sat up and took the condom wrapper from Steve’s hand. With skilled hands he opened the wrapper and gently fit the condom on Steve’s achingly hard cock. He pumped him a few times, making Steve utter a broken and needy sound.

“Go ahead, big boy”, Eddie purred and laid down comfortably on his back, legs spread and arms stretched out towards Steve to invite him in. Steve positioned himself over Eddie and took hold of his right hand. Eddie sighed a little when Steve laced their fingers together, it was such an intimate gesture, Eddie was laying there fully naked in a most vulnerable state and he was blushing.

Steve pushed inside carefully while gazing deeply into his boyfriend’s eyes.

Once he was fully inside, he let out a long moan and his eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated on not blowing his load right then and there.

“You're so hot around me, Eds”, he groaned, his face was red and his eyes were heavy with lust as he stayed still to let Eddie adjust to his girth.

“You feel so good, oh my god”, Eddie moaned unrestrained, gripping Steve’s hand tighter. “Move, please… slowly, okay?”

Steve gave him a few experimental thrusts. A needy whine slipped past Eddie’s lips when he started to build up a steady pace, eyes still fixed on his boyfriend watching his every reaction.

“Is this okay?” Steve asked.

“Fuck yes, more than okay, baby, you’re doing so great”, Eddie babbled on.

Encouraged by Eddie’s praise, Steve fucked into him a little harder. He quickly found Eddie’s prostate, forcing a lewd sound out of his mouth when he drove into that exact spot.

“More…” Eddie begged beneath him. He was trembling not only from the physical pleasure, but from his intense feelings of affection for Steve, his unyielding gaze and the soft intimacy with which he fucked him. Eddie had never felt like this before.

Steve let go of Eddie’s hand to grip his waist with both hands and slammed into him once more. Both of them were panting and close to the edge.

Eddie’s cock was bouncing against his own stomach with every thrust. He wrapped his hand around it and pumped himself mercilessly until he was spilling all over his own stomach.

After another few rough thrusts Steve came hard, falling over the edge with a satisfied groan.

“You’re incredible, Stevie, you know that?” Eddie beamed at him and Steve smiled back. “Come here” Eddie stretched out a hand and pulled him into a soft kiss.

Eddie reluctantly let go of Steve so he could get rid of the condom. Steve came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned both of them up before getting back into bed with Eddie.

With Eddie as the big spoon and his lips still on Steve’s neck where he was kissing him before, they fell asleep cuddling…

… a week later: December 25th 1987

Christmas Day approached a lot faster than expected and all of them were about to go home to their families. Eddie was getting a ride with Jonathan, since his family lived close to where Uncle Wayne lived in Indiana. Steve had his own car and would drive Robin and Nancy home as well.

“This is for you”, Eddie held out his hand. They were standing at the trunk of Jonathan’s car, ready to leave.

Steve took the tape from his hand. It read “For Stevie” with a little heart on it. “You made me a mixtape!” Steve exclaimed happily.

“Gonna convert you into a full blown metalhead, I thought you would have guessed that by now” Eddie joked, giving him a wide grin. “You said you liked the Metallica song I played for you… so I put that one on there and a few others…”

“Thank you so much…” Steve’s gaze was soft and he glanced at Eddie’s lips as if he was going to kiss him.

Eddie gently grabbed the collar of Steve’s coat and pulled him closer. Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and looked at him, expectantly. When Eddie finally closed the last few inches of distance between them by sealing their lips in a soft kiss, Steve sighed against his mouth and kissed back longingly.

Eddie poured his heart into that kiss. They were going to see each other again in just a week, but right now, when his chest was so full of affection and his hands were clutching Steve’s jacket, he didn’t want to let him go.

When Steve broke the kiss, Eddie leaned towards him, trying to follow Steve’s lips, but then he opened his eyes and saw Steve look at him lovingly.

“Call me a lot, okay?” Eddie whispered and rested his forehead against Steve’s.

“Of course I will, baby,” Steve smiled.

“I’ll miss you”, Eddie confessed.

“I’ll miss you, too.” And with that Steve pulled him into a firm hug and Eddie nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck and breathed in his cinnamon-y and woodsy scent. Their embrace lasted several heartbeats long and Steve stroked his hand over Eddie’s back.

They would have stood there, hugging, for a while if Jonathan hadn’t called them.

“Alright, lovebirds, let’s go, my mom is expecting me for dinner!” Jonathan yelled from the car. He had cranked down the window and stuck his head out.

Eddie gave Steve one last kiss, squeezed his hand, got into the car and hoped the next few days would go by in a heartbeat…

THE END.

And HERE is some cute winter-Steddie fanart that goes perfectly with my scene, thanks so much for the inspiration @fernandesart ❤️

here is the mixtape that Eddie made for Steve:

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#steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #Cutest couple alive right there omg #and can i just say the mixtape you linked?? God that‘s perfect!!!

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elronds-pointy-ears · 4 months

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„He‘s so pretty“

FR HE REALLY IS!! Omg bit both of them are so pretty.. i would absolutely live to watch them do the dirty hehehe 😏😅

A touch of cinnamon and spice

Chapter 4

summary: Our boys awkwardly talk about their feelings.

3.569 words · Rated: EXPLICIT · Please read the updated tags on AO3!

Notes: Sorry, I totally forgot to mention this before: Robin and Steve are roommates! Also, Steve doesn’t know what D&D is! For the sake of this fic I will ignore the fact that they normally wouldn’t have their own bathroom at their dorm room. In case you didn’t know: putting a sock on the outer doorknob of a room means “Don’t come in, we’re doing spicy stuff!”

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Chapter 4 · November 6th 1987

“Hey, I’m back!”

Jonathan shut the door and threw his backpack onto his bed.

“Hmm.” Eddie made a noise of acknowledgment but didn’t look up from his book. Not even his favorite story had managed to cheer him up, even though he had loved reading “The Hobbit” since he was a kid. Instead, he was staring at the sketch he had made of Steve, which he had kept between the pages…

“Listen, you should come to the game with me.” Jonathan sounded determined.

“Huh?” Eddie turned his head to see if Jonathan was joking. Football? Really? He wasn’t a fan of sports and Jonathan knew that.

“I just think some fresh air would be good for you… And to focus your mind on something else for a change…” Jonathan shrugged.

Eddie frowned. It hadn’t even been a whole week since the halloween party. He had a hard time shaking off the memory of the kiss. Steve’s soft lips against his own and the fireworks in his chest… And the dreadful scene that unfolded in front of him afterward.

Since then, Eddie had run into Steve a few times in the halls or the cafeteria. He had tried to talk to him, but Eddie had bolted every single time. He had taken notice of Steve’s worried face, but he wasn’t interested in what he had to say. Eddie was still hurting and it was embarrassing. He shouldn’t care so much about a guy he kissed once. So he chose to mope about it in his dorm room and avoid leaving whenever he could.

“I gotta take some pictures for the school paper”, Jonathan went on as he prepared his camera with a new film, cleaned the lens, and stuck it into his camera bag. “You could tag along?”

“Ugh, alright.” Eddie sighed as he got up from his bed and stretched his back. “I guess I don’t have anything better to do anyway.”

…

The moment he stepped outside, Eddie regretted it. He had only thrown his leather jacket over his hoodie when he had left the dorm.

It had been an especially uncomfortable November day. The weather was grim and cold, large dark gray clouds were covering the sky. He pulled the hood over his unruly hair which helped a bit to keep the wind from his neck and face.

Unsure about how this could change his already miserable mood, Eddie grumpily accompanied Jonathan to the football field.

Jonathan took his place at the side of the field, all the way down the bleachers whereas Eddie was walking up a few steps, looking for a free seat. Despite the weather, it was very crowded since it was the last game of the season.

“Hey, Eddie!” A familiar voice called his name.

Oh no.

Equipped with a dark blue coat and a burgundy scarf, Steve was sitting a few rows ahead. He was giving Eddie a small reluctant smile and offered the free seat beside him. His usually neatly styled hair was a little messy, due to the relentless fall wind.

Eddie felt his shoulders tense up.

Just be casual, Munson. Like he didn’t consume your thoughts for the last few weeks.

“Hey,” Eddie said as his cheeks blushed slightly with embarrassment. He sat down, hands in his pockets, pretending to follow the game to avoid Steve’s view. Their college’s team had just scored a touchdown and everyone was cheering around them. Colorful banners and big foam fingers flew through the air as they shouted their team’s anthem.

After a while, Steve spoke up carefully: “Um, so I wanted to ask you… why did you leave the party so suddenly?”

Here we go.

“You seemed busy flirting with someone else, so I thought it was better if I left,” Eddie answered dryly. His shoulders felt tight as he waited for the impending rejection.

“I wasn’t flirting though.”

“Huh?” Eddie raised his eyebrows at him.

“I was catching up with some friends I hadn’t seen in a while. And when you were gone, I was so confused.” Steve said softly. “I was genuinely looking forward to meeting up with you again…”

“Oh…” Something inside Eddie began to stir with hope. This was not what he had expected.

Steve awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I, um… I thought we had a moment that night.” And now it was him blushing and not looking at Eddie. “Sparks, fireworks, whatever you wanna call it…”

Eddie stared at his feet, letting his long curls fall into his face, hopefully concealing his flushed cheeks. He had to wrap his head around what he had just heard, but Steve sounded honest. After all, he could have just ignored Eddie and moved on, but here he was, talking to him, clarifying what had happened. It had all been a big misunderstanding.

“We did have a moment…” He glanced over at Steve, lips curling into a soft smile.

“So… are we good?” Steve asked, playfully bumping his shoulder into Eddie’s.

“We’re good, Stevie.” Eddie let out a huffed laugh. He sat upright again, relief flooding his body and he felt his shoulders relaxing. “Damn, now I wish I had stayed.”

“There’s always next time if you want.” Steve gave him a charming smile and their eyes locked.

One day Eddie’s heart was gonna jump out of his chest at how beautiful Steve was. He looked at him with kind eyes and this stupid grin on his face.

What did I get myself into… he’s so pretty…

…

They watched together as Steve made a few comments about the course of the game. Eddie nodded along, pretending to understand the football lingo, but it gave him an excuse to look at Steve’s handsome face.

“So, how come Robin isn’t with you? The two of you seemed pretty inseparable.” Eddie asked, eager to find out more about Steve’s life.

“She’s currently at our dorm with her girlfriend, Nancy, the girl that you saw at the party,” Steve explained. “Also full disclosure, Nancy and I used to date in high school, but that didn’t work out, and now we’re friends.”

Their team scored another goal and the audience around them roared.

“Honestly I have no idea what’s going on down there!” Eddie chuckled and gestured towards the field.

“Then why are you still here?” Steve laughed.

“It’s the excellent company for me, Stevie” Eddie smirked.

…

Eddie felt a few raindrops fall onto his nose and cheeks and he looked up at the sky. It had started to drizzle, but the dark clouds in the distance looked very ominous.

Those who were thoughtful enough to bring umbrellas and raincoats were fine, but Eddie groaned as his jeans and hood slowly got drenched.

What started as a light shower that was easy to handle, quickly developed into massive rainfall with heavy gusts of wind. Down on the field, the players kept slipping and losing their balance on the soaked lawn due to poor visibility from the rain and wind.

At first, the announcer reported that they were keeping the game going, hoping the rain would subside soon. But with time, the injuries kept piling up and several players of each team had to be taken off the field to be treated by the paramedics. The breaking point was when one of the quarterbacks had hurt his ankle so badly, they believed it to be broken.

Once again, the announcer’s voice roared from the speakers: “That’s it, folks, we’re gonna have to pick this up another time! Please get inside safely and don’t rush!”

Steve nudged Eddie in the side: “Let’s go!”

…

Back inside, Eddie took off his hood and rubbed his hands together. He was completely drenched and freezing and Steve didn’t seem to have gotten away any better despite his winter coat.

Steve looked like a sad, wet puppy: Big eyes, hair deflated, wet strands hanging in his face, rain dripping from the tip of his nose.

“Are you okay?” Eddie chuckled, the sight that Steve presented was just too cute.

“I can’t go back to my dorm…” Steve let out a groan of frustration.

“Why not?”

“Robin has invited Nancy over to our room.” He glanced over at Eddie. “We have a deal: I watch the game, they can have some alone time…”

“Ooh.”

Steve looked at his watch. “I have like 2 more hours to kill at least”, he said with a frown.

“You can come to my dorm”, Eddie offered. “I can help you warm up”, he added with a cheeky smirk.

“You’re ridiculous”, Steve laughed but followed Eddie to his dorm room.

…

Eddie lent Steve some sweatpants, a faded Metallica shirt and showed him to the bathroom where he could get changed.

Meanwhile, he threw his own wet clothes on the radiator, slipped into comfy pajama pants, a Black Sabbath shirt, and then frantically tried to clean up the place. Once he was done, it was still a mess, but he hoped Steve wouldn’t pay much attention to it.

“Thanks for the change of clothes, I already feel so much better”, Steve said, stepping out of the bathroom. He was rubbing his hair dry with a towel which made the already very small shirt ride up at his waist and expose a gorgeous dark trail of hair from his bellybutton to the rim of the sweatpants.

“No problem…” Eddie’s voice trailed off as he glanced at Steve’s exposed skin and the way his shirt stretched over his pecs and biceps.

Steve put both hands on his hips and let his gaze wander around Eddie’s side of the room. Posters of his favorite bands, like Metallica, Judas Priest and DIO, magazine cutouts and a few concert tickets were plastered all over the wall. A large banner that said CORRODED COFFIN in black and red distorted letters had been hung in the middle. An acoustic guitar was placed next to the TV at the foot of his bed.

“Corroded Coffin is your band, right?” Steve asked and pointed to the banner.

“Yeah“, Eddie answered, delighted that he remembered the name.

“I’d love to hear you guys play someday.”

“I’m gonna convert you to a true metal fan, just so you know.”

“We’ll see about that”, Steve laughed.

Next, he wandered over to Eddie’s cluttered desk in the corner. It was covered with drawings, weirdly shaped dice, pencils and books. He picked up one of his books and raised an eyebrow.

“Dungeons and Dragons, huh? Sounds kinky…”

Eddie snorted. “Right…”

Steve sat down on Eddie’s bed, stretched out his legs and put the towel around his neck.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” Eddie asked. He was happy to see that Steve had already made himself comfortable on his bed. “Here”, he took his blanket and threw it over Steve’s legs.

“Thanks. Do you have Star Wars?”

Eddie’s face lit up, excited that Steve was a fan, too. He went over to his stack of VHS tapes next to the TV. “Sure, which one do you wanna watch?”

“The one with the teddy bears,” Steve replied with a confident grin.

“Really, Steve?” Eddie rolled his eyes at him.

“What?” Steve shrugged.

“You’re lucky, you’re cute”, Eddie commented while looking for the right tape.

The characteristic Star Wars intro blared from the speakers. The bright yellow writing on the starry sky slowly floated over the screen, introducing the premise of the story. Eddie sat down on the bed next to Steve, who, without saying a word, lifted the blanket and Eddie snuck under it with him.

Smiling to himself, Eddie felt himself buzzing with excitement on the inside. He was ready to take it slow, but he also really wanted to kiss Steve again…

Throughout the movie, Steve kept asking random questions like “Who’s that old guy again?” and commented “I have no idea what’s going on…” when the rebels around Han, Leia and Luke met up to discuss their plan to bring down the empire.

“I thought you’ve seen this before?” Eddie laughed, but Steve just shrugged.

Eddie shifted in his seat and sneakily scooted a little closer to Steve, snuggling against his side. They were practically cuddling by now and Eddie felt the energy shifting slightly as Steve leaned into the touch.

“Han Solo is so hot”, Steve remarked about thirty minutes into the movie.

“Dark cheeky rebels do it for you then, huh, Stevie?” Eddie teased.

“Maybe”, Steve whispered and suddenly there was a broad hand on Eddie’s thigh, giving it a little squeeze. His heart started beating faster. They were so close… Breathing in Steve’s wonderful sweet scent and gazing deep into his longing eyes made Eddie feel warm all over.

Steve’s gaze dropped to his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Next time sure is here faster than I thought”, Eddie gave him a cocky grin.

“Shut up”, Steve laughed and pulled him into a soft kiss.

The way Steve kissed him was exhilarating, Eddie felt like fireworks were bursting in his chest. He tilted his head and kissed him back impatiently while tugging on his waist to get him to come closer. Steve climbed into Eddie’s lap, both of his legs on either side of Eddie’s. He was met with Eddie’s arms wrapping around him immediately.

“For the record, it’s called Return of the Jedi...”, he mumbled between kisses.

“Hmm?”

“The movie. Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi”

Steve looked at him confused and with kiss swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “Is this your idea of making me swoon?” He asked with a huffed laugh.

Eddie grinned and sealed their mouths again. Steve’s fingers wandered into his hair and started drawing patterns into the nape of his neck, sending shivers over Eddie’s sensitive skin.

They made out with the movie still playing behind them, neither of them paying attention. When Eddie playfully bit into Steve’s bottom lip, then licked over it apologetically, Steve suddenly let out a small moan.

Eager to find out what other sweet sounds Steve would make, Eddie did it again, this time biting a little rougher. Steve let out another soft noise of pleasure.

“Eddie…”, he whispered and then his lips were on Eddie’s again, kissing him hungrily. “Eds… I really like you…” Steve said in a low voice, rolling his hips slowly in Eddie’s lap.

“Would be strange if you hated me since you’re in my lap and…” he teasingly grinded his hips upwards and Steve let out a choked whimper “...hard.”

“You don’t seem unaffected by this yourself…” Steve licked his lips and gazed at Eddie from under his long lashes. Experimentally, he drove his hips down harder.

“Stevie…” Eddie groaned and his hands moved to grip Steve’s hips, guiding his motions.

“God, you’re so hot, why are you so hot…” Steve was almost slurring his words between kisses and driving his hips down into Eddie’s crotch.

Eddie answered by pulling Steve into a filthy kiss, greedily sliding his tongue inside his mouth, earning him another moan. His hand found its way under Steve’s, well, his t-shirt and brushed over his nipple. The lewd noise that Steve made went right to Eddie’s dick. Something hungry was building up in his belly, yearning for more.

“You’re driving me insane, you know that?” Eddie growled against Steve’s hot skin while kissing down his neck, licking and biting gently. “Lie down for me, okay?”

“Okay…” Steve let Eddie maneuver him until he was lying on his back, splayed out, letting his legs fall open for Eddie to fit snugly between them. But instead, Eddie got up.

“Hang on a second…” he said, grabbed one of his socks from the floor and put it on the outer doorknob of the room.

“Woah, you have high hopes”, Steve chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, Stevie, I’d say that’s entirely your fault, laid out like this on my bed, looking like a snack!” Eddie just shrugged and laid on top of Steve and kissed him again before he could say anything else about the sock on the door.

“I still wanted to tell you… at the party, hmm” Steve broke off mid-sentence as Eddie was attacking his neck with wet kisses. “You looked so hot… the eyeliner and no shirt, just the jacket… I couldn’t stop staring at you.”

“You’re one to talk, I wanted to rip that tiny white shirt right off… that chest hair, lemme see, please?” Eddie was tugging at his shirt and Steve sat up so Eddie could take it off.

Eddie immediately buried his face in Steve’s beautiful chest hair. Steve was all broad and hairy, whereas Eddie was more on the lean side and just sported a few hairs on his own chest. Steve’s tanned skin was peppered with moles all over his torso like little kisses and Eddie was determined to find every single one and kiss it himself.

He let out a pleased sigh and began to trace the shape of Steve’s pecs and gently took his nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it, then the other one, making Steve squirm under his touch.

“Ahh oooh, Eds!” Steve bucked up his hips.

Eddie came up again to kiss him and rubbed his crotch back against Steve’s whose hands flew to Eddie’s butt, squeezing, spurring him on to give him that delicious friction.

“Steve…” Eddie purred over him and propped himself up on his elbows, stroking with one hand through Steve’s hair that stood up messily from his forehead. “Stevie, baby” he whispered again to get his attention.

“Yeah?” Steve looked utterly ravaged, blinking up at Eddie, trying so hard to concentrate. Eddie knew he was close, he felt it and saw it in his gaze.

“As much as I’d love to mindlessly hump you, Stevie, these are my last clean pants. The ones you’re wearing and mine.”

Steve let out a small frustrated groan. “So what do you propose?”

“Good old-fashioned handjob?” Eddie suggested with a grin.

“I’m up for that” Steve smiled. “But first, take this off please, I wanna see you, too” he pulled on Eddie’s shirt and slid it over his head.

“You have more tattoos!” Steve’s eyes went wide as he traced the tattoo on Eddie’s chest with his fingers.

“I do,” Eddie chuckled. “Planning on getting more, too.”

“Hot…” Steve said in a low voice as he admired Eddie. He reached up to cup his jaw and dragged him down into another kiss.

Eddie helped Steve tug down his sweatpants and underwear as well as his own. He felt his excitement grow upon seeing Steve’s heavy cock again, this time hard and up close.

His mouth began to water. Another time maybe…

“Here, let me”, Steve offered as he wrapped his broad hand over both of their shafts. Eddie moaned loudly when Steve began to slowly pump his hand, using their precum to ease the glide.

“Steve… oh god”, Eddie rocked into his hand.

“Feels good?” Steve’s voice sounded rough and filthy. Eddie felt the blood rush through his veins.

“Yeah… you’re amazing” Eddie whimpered shakily. “I’m close, Stevie.”

Steve gently rubbed his thumb over the sensitive underside of his swollen cockhead, taking Eddie by surprise and with a sudden cry, he spilled across Steve’s stomach. Encouraged by this and Eddie’s wrecked noises, Steve moved his hand faster and soon he was shooting his own big load onto his tummy and watched it mix with Eddie’s.

Both of them were breathing heavily. Eddie bent down to give Steve a tender kiss. “I like you, too, you know… In case you didn’t know already.” Steve gave him a stunning smile, eyes gleaming, cheeks pink. Eddie peppered a few more kisses to the corner of his mouth and his cheeks.

After cleaning themselves up, they cuddled up under the blanket again. They watched the rest of the movie while laughing, kissing, enjoying each other’s company and eventually Eddie asked: “Do you wanna stay here tonight?”

Steve was sitting in his lap again, with his back to Eddie’s chest, Eddie’s arms around him. “Don’t you think Jonathan will be back at some point?”

“I’m pretty sure he’ll just go over to Argyle’s and sleep there”, Eddie replied and gave him a suggestive look. “With the sock still on the door…”

“I guess I can stay then.” Steve smiled.

“Awesome! Let’s order some food and then… How about The Lost Boys next?” Eddie grinned.

…

Jonathan had been at the photo lab after the football game had been canceled and was now making his way back to the dorm. It was already dark out and he wanted nothing more than to lie down with a good book. As he approached his dorm, he noticed a white tennis sock hanging on the doorknob and he stopped in his tracks.

He did see Eddie and Steve sitting next to each other on the bleachers and he had hoped they’d talked things through. So hopefully it was them in there… talking.

He grinned to himself and turned around.

Jonathan knocked on the door, heart racing in his chest as he clutched his bag and waited.

The door swung open and Argyle, long dark hair flowing over his shoulders, stood in the doorframe. His face lit up once he saw it was Jonathan.

“Hey!”

“Hi,” Jonathan smiled shyly. “My dorm is occupied tonight, can I stay with you?”

“Absolutely, come on in!”

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Source of pleasure

1.094 words · Rating: E · Halsin x Astarion x reader · AO3

Tags: threesome, unprotected P in V! (remember: wrap it before you tap it!), coming inside, creampie, dirty talk, chubby reader, they/them pronouns for gnc-reader, laughing while fucking, polyamory

(Oh noo, the filthy smut I imagined in my head turned into ✨love making✨as soon as I was writing it down… Whoopsie)

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“You’re doing amazing, darling.”

Astarion purred, grazing his lips down your neck and sucking into the soft flesh. He was seated behind you on the bed, his chest against your back, whispering sultry things into your ear. His hands were now on your plump tits, kneading them, teasing your nipples mercilessly, making you moan unrestrained.

Halsin was kneeling in front of you, two fingers working you open, his thumb pressing lightly on your sensitive clit. The druid presented such a gorgeous sight before you, all big and broad and a beautiful hairy chest to die for. His hard cock stood proudly between his legs. The bulbous pink head and thick shaft making your mouth water, you wanted him inside so badly.

“Look how big he is, how he's throbbing for you.” Astarion’s low voice was sending shivers down your spine.

Halsin watched your face closely for any sign of discomfort, he wanted to make absolutely sure that you were ready for him. You moaned, encouraged by Astarion’s words and eager for Halsin to finally give you what you wanted most…

Astarion wasn’t unaffected by all of this. You felt his hardness against your lower back. He was straining against his pants. You tried to turn around to get your hands on him, you didn’t want him to be left out, but he stopped you mid way.

“Ah-ah-ah, this is just for you, darling”, he pulled you snug against his chest and continued kissing your neck. “Let us take care of you, hmm?”

Halsin bent down to cup your cheek with his other hand. He captured your mouth in a gentle kiss, grazing over your lips in languid motions. He was always so careful with you as if you’d break under his big hands. You felt so small with him hovering over you.

You loved the way he made love to you. You always felt so secure and protected with him. But right now with Astarion teasing you, finding your sensitive spots and Halsin’s big fingers exploring the depths of your warm, wet cunt, you were close to your limit.

“Please, Halsin…” you whined impatiently.

“Don’t make them wait any longer”, Astarion chimed in while roaming his hands over your round belly and your alluring tits.

Halsin smiled, “I hear you.” He stole another heated kiss and then he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, making you gasp. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire, sweetheart.”

Fetching and opening the small vial of lubricant, he let a few drops dribble onto your vulva, smearing it into your cunt with the head of his cock.

You and Astarion both made a lewd noise in unison while watching. Astarion’s hands wandered downwards and spread your labia open to watch Halsin nudge his cock inside. Cautiously, he fed you inch for inch of his hard length, making you gasp at the stretch.

Once Halsin was seated inside you, Astarion spoke up once again, voice heavy with lust. “You take him so well, every inch of him…”

”By the oak father, you feel incredible", Halsin agreed with a low grunt that went straight to your swelling cunt. He caressed your thighs and the soft flesh at your waist as he waited for you to get accustomed to his thick shaft.

“Do you feel generously stuffed, darling? Does he fill you up nicely?” Astarion purred close to your ear while he watched.

“Yes… “ You moaned in response. You closed your eyes and threw your head back onto Astarion’s shoulder.

Halsin bent down to pull Astarion into a filthy kiss. Astarion made a surprised yelp that turned into a needy whimper as Halsin devoured his lips hungrily.

He smirked when he broke the kiss, gazing deeply into Astarion’s eyes. “Let’s make sure they’ll never forget this.”

Astarion stared at him and you could feel his erection growing harder against your back. He adored the druid as much as you did and you felt it. “Sounds like a plan”, he whispered seductively.

Halsin grabbed your waist and started fucking you with slow, languid thrusts while Astarion had one hand on your breast and one on your clit, massaging it just the way you liked it.

Halsin looked gorgeous above you. His tanned skin was glistening with sweat, his stomach flexed as he plowed into you, making your tummy and your tits jiggle with every thrust.

Being loved by these two beautiful creatures was like something out of a wonderful dream. Watching Halsin’s adoring expression while he was fucking you, feeling Astarion’s gentle, experienced touch on your hot skin, all of it made your heart race and you couldn’t get enough. You whined desperately as Halsin picked up the pace.

“Fuuuuck…” Halsin grunted.

“Listen, darling, you reduced our handsome druid to profanities, well done!” Astarion chuckled.

You let out a hoarse laugh, but Halsin’s hard thrusts stifled your laughter. You watched his length disappear inside you over and over again, while listening to the lewd sounds and moans that filled the room.

Halsin pounded into you mercilessly, Astarion rubbed your clit harder and suddenly your orgasm hit you with such brutal force and you cried out when deep hot pleasure washed over you and through your body for several seconds.

“Sweetheart, I’m close, where–” Halsin began, unable to finish his sentence, trying so hard to hold it in.

Astarion noticed you were distracted from your orgasm. “Do you want him to come inside you, baby, hmm?” He asked while he was fondling your tits and grinding against your back, chasing his own release.

“Yes, please…” You whimpered.

Halsin was panting above you and with a few more erratic thrusts, he spilled his big load inside you. At the same time, you felt Astarion’s trembling motions coming to a halt as he burst in his pants with a rough grunt.

You made a pleased hum when Halsin pulled out carefully and you watched his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets.

After all three of you had cleaned up, you got back into bed, with you in the middle, Halsin spooning you from behind and Astarion on the other side, facing you. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and whispered sweetly: “Hmm, thank you, darling, that was wonderful.”

“My heart, you are so loved…” Halsin peppered your cheeks and your neck with little kisses while he snuggled his big body against yours.

“You make me so happy, both of you.” you murmured as you slowly drifted off to sleep, safe and warm between your two lovers.

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tag list: not sure who to tag here, since it's my first fanfic for this fandom, so I'm just gonna tag the ones that agreed to be tagged in everything and some others who are in the fandom and read smut...

@starlady66 @fenharel-enaste @queenmeriadoc @elronds-pointy-ears @corrodedbisexual @lady-of-imladris @aiwe-the-little-bird

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LOOK AT THEM GO OMG!! i‘m so so down for this please this is so good. y‘all read this honestly it‘s so cute!! 🥰🥰

A touch of cinnamon and spice

Chapter 3

Summary: Halloween bash! Things start to heat up! (there's also some Jargyle in this! 😏)

3.006 words · Rated: T · College AU · Please read the updated tags on AO3! This one is a little angsty. Alcohol mentioned, but they drink very little or not at all and they don’t kiss under the influence!

Thanks again to @elronds-pointy-ears and @niennawept for beta reading!

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Chapter 3 · October 31st 1987

Eddie stood in front of the mirror at their dorm room, putting the finishing touches on his halloween costume. Dragging the eyeliner pencil very carefully across one eyelid, then the other one, then he paused, took a step back and critically examined the result. He grinned at his own reflection, totally digging this different look for himself. And he was eager to find out if Steve would recognize the character.

He had decided to dress up as “Dwayne”, one of The Lost Boys, from the movie that had come out a few months prior. Most of the clothes he needed for the costume had already been in his closet anyway: A black leather jacket, battered jeans and boots. The outfit didn’t feature a top, so Eddie was shirtless underneath the jacket. But he had made his own “tooth” earring from scratch and the necklace featuring all kinds of little trinkets, like an old rusty key, some wooden beads and a few bottle caps. All of it was tied together into a necklace with a thick burlap ribbon. He wore his hair down like he always did, but opted for some eyeliner to complete the look.

The door swung open and Argyle waltzed into their room, wearing a yellow t-shirt and cap that said "Surfer Boy's Pizza” in red letters.

“Hey, guys!” He greeted them excitedly.

“Dude! What did we say about knocking first?” Eddie complained.

“Whoops, sorry!” He scratched the back of his head. ”I promise I’ll get a hang of that someday…”

Jonathan raised his eyebrows, giving Argyle a once over. “Why are you dressed for work?”

“Man, I totally blanked on this whole thing, so this is the closest I could get to a costume…” Argyle shrugged, then he noticed Jonathan, who wasn’t dressed up at all. “And who are you supposed to be? Cute college nerd?”

Jonathan blushed. “I hate halloween, I’m just doing this for Eddie… and I’m the only one with a car.”

Now Argyle gave Eddie the once over and his jaw dropped. “Eds, dude, you look so awesome!” He gave Eddie an enthusiastic slap on the back. “Steve is gonna eat you up, bare chest and eyeliner and all!”

Eddie’s chest filled with confidence once again. “You really know how to hype someone up, maybe I’ll forget about the knocking thing…” He laughed.

…

Jonathan pulled his car into the street of Jared’s frat house. Bright colorful lights and loud music streamed from the windows. A few kids were standing in the yard, smoking and chatting.

The three of them headed inside. “Monster Mash” blasted from the speakers and a crowd of college kids in halloween costumes were dancing wildly in the living room.

“Hey, you’re Alice Cooper, that’s awesome, man!” Someone passing Eddie shouted, but he just grinned back and didn’t correct them. Did he put on too much eyeliner?

As they made their way through the crowd, they noticed some kids were dressed as movie characters, others as scary fantasy creatures. There was a beer pong table to the left and a bunch of guys were howling and cheering their friends on.

When they finally arrived at the kitchen, Eddie felt someone poking him gently in the side. He looked up and saw Argyle smirking at him, his eyes pointing towards someone.

Steve was already there, accompanied by a blonde girl in a red puffer vest. Marty McFly. Eddie was a big fan of “Back to the future”.

“Hey, you made it!” Steve greeted them cheerfully.

“Hey, Stevie!” Eddie grinned back, immediately noticing his halloween costume. Steve had dressed up as none other than Freddie Mercury. “You look amazing!” Eddie complimented him.

Steve was wearing a white undershirt with a deep neckline that showed off his marvelous chest hair. Eddie felt the urgent need to run his fingers through it… The shirt was tucked into a pair of tight faded blue jeans and a studded belt. His hair was slicked back and he even thought of the studded bracelet around his right bicep. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“Thanks, you, too! Love the eyeliner on you!” Steve beamed at him. Eddie blushed, trying to keep it together, but Steve was so damn pretty, all dolled up in front of him.

“Oh right, Robin, these are Eddie, Argyle and Jonathan.” he added politely, then he introduced the girl beside him. “Guys, this is Robin.” She waved at them. “My Platonic Best Friend – “ Steve started, but got interrupted by Robin “Platonic with a capital P!” They laughed.

“Love your costume, dude!” Argyle gave her a thumbs up.

“Nice to meet you.” Jonathan said, smiling at her kindly.

“Thanks, guys!” She beamed.

“Should we get drinks?” Steve asked the group.

While the other three got to know each other while getting drinks, Robin pulled Eddie to the side of the kitchen. “Hey, you’re one of The Lost Boys, right?” She asked him.

“Dwayne, yes! You’ve seen it?” Eddie replied, excited that she knew who he was supposed to be.

“Loved it! It was so heavily queer coded, wasn’t it?” Robin looked at him with a knowing stare and smiled.

Eddie stared back “... wait, you, too?” Robin nodded enthusiastically. Eddie laughed and hugged her. He loved making new queer friends. He already knew he liked her from her taste in movies.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you, the infamous Eddie! Steve has told me so much about you!” Robin nudged him in the side and grinned.

Eddie’s heart made a jump, but before he could interrogate her about that, Steve was back, handing him and Robin each a drink. “I just grabbed cola for all of us since Robin doesn’t drink and I’m driving.”

“Thanks!” Eddie took his drink, turning to Steve again. “So you really dig Freddie, huh?” he asked curiously.

Steve gave him a dashing smile and said “Yeah, I do.”

Eddie grinned back. “You’re missing the iconic mustache though.”

“I know! I totally forgot about that! Robin offered to just draw one on and I had to take all of the sharpies away from her…” Steve said, giving Robin a side eye.

“Your loss!” she shrugged. “Waltzing around in an incomplete halloween costume!”

…

Steve turned out to be a pretty dorky dancer. He spun Robin around to the music and insisted on doing the same with Eddie, who grumpily agreed. After seeing how freely they were jumping around, Eddie didn’t have any worry left needing to be perceived as “cool”. This was not high school after all. When “I love playin’ with fire” came on, Robin and Steve looked at each other with wide eyes and completely went nuts together, dancing to their song and ignoring everyone around them.

These dorks. Eddie smiled to himself and danced along to The Runaways.

They danced amongst the cheerful crowd like this for a while, until Robin discovered the twister mat and forced them all to play, including Jonathan and Argyle who she fetched from the kitchen.

Argyle turned the wheel, while the others curved and wriggled to get their hands and feet onto the right position. In round 2 Eddie was so close to Steve, his cheek nearly touched Steve’s outer thigh and Eddie almost fell. He smelled so great, too…

Get a grip, Munson!

But then Jonathan lost his balance and took Eddie with him in the fall.

Eddie rubbed his back. “Ouch, dude”, he moaned in pain while they untangled their limbs and stepped off the mat.

“Sorry… clumsy…” Jonathan apologized, holding his back as well.

Robin and Steve were the last ones standing and things got quite competitive.

“You may be stronger than me, dingus, but I can bend better!” Robin announced confidently as she stretched to reach the red dot with her right foot.

“Excuse me, I’m bendable!” Steve retorted, likewise extending his leg. Eddie almost spit out his drink at that.

“Next is left hand, green, guys, come on!” Argyle instructed them with Jonathan sitting beside him, attentively watching the game.

Eddie watched them closely. Steve was on all fours now, muscles tight and a determined look on his face. He stretched out his left hand towards the green dot, making his shirt ride up and exposing his tanned skin. Eddie gripped his glass tighter. But then Steve’s left foot slipped and he dropped to the ground. “Argh, nooo!”

“Ha-HA!” Robin shouted triumphantly. Everyone cheered with her, except Steve and she proceeded to tease him mercilessly the rest of the evening.

Next they went into the basement where the pool table was set up. Everyone grabbed a cue and Steve started the game. They did fine mostly, Robin being in the lead at this round, but Jonathan didn’t quite get the hang of it.

“Here, let me show you”, Argyle offered. “First of all, you can’t see shit with that fringe, my dude.” He gently pulled Jonathan’s hair back, took his pizza hat and put it on his friend’s head backwards, keeping his hair from obstructing his view. Then he stepped intimately close behind Jonathan, towering over him and placed his hands gently over Jonathan’s on the cue.

Then he maneuvered him into the right position. “And then you just….”, he lined up the cue, aimed at the ball and Bam! It went straight into the corner pocket. “There you go, dude!” Argyle let go and smiled happily down at his friend.

“Thank you, bro!” Jonathan beamed at him.

Everyone else just stood there, stunned by what they had just witnessed between the two. Robin just grinned knowingly, said nothing and stepped to the table to make the next turn.

After a few more rounds, Robin had successfully won the pool game and the group went back to the kitchen for another drink. She was plotting her next challenge. “Let’s see, what can I beat you in next, dingus?”

“Ugh, I need a break, my back hurts…” Steve complained dramatically.

“You’re just a bad loser, Steve!” she laughed. “I think I saw a dart game somewhere…”

But Steve let out an annoyed groan: “No way, I’m not letting you throw pointy objects, you might take someone’s eye out!”

As much as Eddie enjoyed listening to their banter, he really needed to pee right now. “Hey, guys, where’s the bathroom?” he asked.

“Upstairs, first door on the right.” Robin replied and turned back to Steve. “Okay, but what if…” and she went on to explain her elaborate plan to make dart fool proof.

…

When stepping out of the bathroom, Eddie heard subtle noises coming from the next room. The door stood open a little bit and Eddie risked a peek. Argyle was cornering the much smaller Jonathan against the wall, cupping his cheek and kissing him. Jonathan was still wearing Argyle’s hat and he had both of his hands on his back, pulling him closer.

Heat shot up Eddie’s face and he froze when he realized he was staring at his best friends making out.

Good for them.

He smiled to himself. He had already suspected them having a thing for each other, because of how often Jonathan didn’t sleep in his own bed and Argyle’s flirty behavior today only confirmed it. Very quietly, he turned around on his heels and made his way back downstairs to the kitchen.

Only Robin was there, grabbing some snacks.

“Hey, have you seen Steve around?” Eddie asked.

“He’s outside.” Robin pointed to the patio.

Eddie went into the living room, moved through the crowd of students, doing their best zombie moves to “Thriller” until he reached the patio.

“Hey, Robin told me I could find you here.” Eddie said softly as he closed the glass door behind him. He was relieved to find that they were the only ones here right now.

“Eddie, hey”, Steve smiled at him, he was wearing a cozy looking hoodie jacket embroidered with the university logo.

Silence fell between them as they stood there for a while peacefully, breathing in the cool night air and listening to the muffled music and laughter coming from the party.

“Listen, Ed–”

“Are you ok–”

They laughed and then Eddie said “Sorry, you go first.”

Steve looked down at his feet. “It’s nothing… I mean, I don’t know…” he murmured.

“Oh, okay…”

Then it was quiet again, but after just a moment, Steve took a step towards him. Eddie sucked in a sharp breath. Steve was so close, his cheeks were a little pink from the cold, he looked so beautiful. Was this really happening?

“Are you drunk?” Steve asked softly.

“No… I only had like one beer… are you?”

“No, I’m the designated driver tonight.”

“Good.”

“Good…”

Steve took his hand, intertwining their fingers and oh, this was happening.

“Is this okay?” Stupid, wonderful, shiny eyes looking at him.

“Yes…” Eddie breathed, heart hammering in his chest.

“And this?” he cupped Eddie’s cheek, glancing down at his lips.

“Steve, if you don’t kiss me right n–” But Steve had already cut him off by sealing their lips in a gentle kiss.

Eddie felt Steve smiling into the kiss. That bastard. That charming, considerate bastard.

Their first kiss was intoxicatingly sweet. Steve’s lips were so soft as he kissed him carefully, grazing over Eddie’s in a slow play of push and pull.

Eddie let himself get hauled in by Steve, falling deep into the vibrant aura that was his warmth, his full lips, his earthy scent, while losing all sense of time and space.

Steve. Steve. Steve.

It resonated in his mind. Steve’s kisses were tender and full of affection, Eddie couldn’t get enough. He let his hand wander onto Steve’s lower back, holding him closer. A small gasp escaped Steve’s lips and his hand moved into Eddie’s hair at the back of his neck, stroking the sensitive skin there.

Eddie thought his heart might give out any second from the way his body was melting in Steve’s hands… Every spot he caressed burned up and Eddie swore he could hear his own blood rushing in his ears.

After what felt like hours, Steve released him and both of them were breathing heavily. Eddie rested his forehead against Steve’s, closing his eyes to forever burn this moment into his brain. They were still holding hands, Eddie’s thumb stroking over the back of Steve’s hand absentmindedly.

“That was…” Eddie whispered.

“Yeah…” Steve said, a shy smile curling his lips, his cheeks now properly flushed, but not from the cold. Eddie smiled as he gazed at the prettiest boy he had just kissed.

“Do you wanna go inside and find a cozier spot?” Eddie purred, one hand on Steve’s waist.

“I like the way you think, Eds.” Steve grinned.

Those words made Eddie’s face lit up.

Eds.

Nobody had given him a pet name before. Oh, he was falling hard.

“Come on.” Steve chuckled and maneuvered him back inside.

…

Back in the living room, someone yelled from the group of guys over at the beer pong table. “Hey Harrington, we need you over here!”

Steve waved at them and then turned to Eddie. “I’m gonna say hi real quick and then meet you in the kitchen, okay?” He smiled at him, his hand was on Eddie’s lower back, sending a hot spark through his body.

Eddie nodded. “Sure thing”, he said and watched Steve vanish into the dancing crowd.

Eddie made his way to the kitchen. He poured himself another cola, thinking back to what had just happened. Steve’s lips were so soft…

He couldn’t wait to do that again. And more... Did this mean they were dating? Should he talk to Steve about that? Where should they spend their first real date?

Wild laughter ripped him from his daydreaming and he turned around. The group from the beer pong table stood in the doorway, Steve was with them.

He was chatting with a petite girl with curly shoulder length hair who Eddie didn’t recognize. She was laughing so much and her cheeks were very red. One arm around his waist, she clung to him as if she’d fall otherwise.

Then she cupped Steve’s cheek, pulled him down and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. And worse, Steve didn’t even seem to mind. He smiled charmingly and kept talking to her.

What’s going on…

But before Eddie could analyze this whole situation reasonably, an overwhelming notion of disappointment and hurt rose in his chest, spreading poisonous thoughts…

» He was just playing with you. That’s all. You’re not special. «

He tried to look away, but in that brief second, their eyes met. Steve’s bright expression fell once he noticed Eddie’s upset look, but before he could open his mouth, Eddie fled the kitchen.

He almost bumped into someone in the hallway. “Eddie, what –” It was Jonathan.

“Can we go home?” Eddie murmured.

Jonathan searched his friend’s face, waiting for a follow up, but Eddie remained quiet, looking utterly devastated. “Yeah, sure, man. Let me grab Argyle real quick and then we can go.”

…

The whole way back Eddie stared out of the window of the car, dark thoughts nearly drowning him. The atmosphere was tense and Jonathan and Argyle were dead silent the whole ride.

Eddie was fidgeting with the necklace when one of the wooden beads fell off. He angrily yanked the whole thing off, but it got caught in his hair and when he tried to untangle it, it got even more stuck.

“Fuck, this – stupid – thing – this is – BULLSHIT!”

Jonathan winced in the driver’s seat, startled by Eddie’s loud voice.

“Sorry…” Eddie murmured.

When he eventually freed it from his messy hair, he threw the stupid thing to his feet and let out a frustrated sigh. Looking out of the window again, he noticed his reflection.

Damn, Munson, you look like shit.

His eyeliner was smudged and his expression was miserable. Hopelessly, he dropped his head in his hands.

I guess I don’t mean anything to him…

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notes:

This will mostly be realistic BUT there will be hand holding, mixed dorm rooms, being openly queer on campus and at parties! So don't come at me with "this wouldn't have been a thing in 1987"! I know and it's fiction!! Also: “I love playin’ with fire” by The Runaways might not be a common halloween party song, but Maya Hawke said in an interview, that Robin likes The Runaways and Joan Jett and the song is danceable, soooo… I’m also thinking that her music taste rubs off on Steve! Moodboard: left: Freddie Mercury at the Live Aid concert 1985 (Steve’s halloween costume), right: Dwayne from “The Lost Boys” movie from 1987 (Eddie’s halloween costume) ... Hopefully it was clear, what Eddie felt and why he read the situation like he did. That the girl was flirting with Steve and he reciprocated it. It was a little tough to write!

#Steddie #steddie fanfic #fluff fanfiction #steddie fanfiction #steddie fluff #The boys are made for each other

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elronds-pointy-ears · 7 months

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A touch of cinnamon and spice

Chapter 2

Summary: Eddie meets the handsome stranger again and finally learns his name.

2.566 words · Rated: G · College AU, no upside down · fluff, pining, getting together, cozy cute fall fanfic with minimum drama and zero angst or warnings!

Btw, Eddie is just kidding, he secretly digs Tears for Fears! Also: Freddie Mercury being bi probably wasn’t widespread knowledge in 1987, but it’s important for the plot to mention this.

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Chapter 2 · October 20th 1987

Two weeks had passed and of course Eddie couldn’t get him out of his head. His mind was constantly spinning around the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

Right now Jonathan, Argyle and him were at the cafeteria, standing in line to get lunch. Eddie was shoveling tater tots onto his plate when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Hey, um, you’re the artist.”

He turned and saw the handsome stranger from art class standing next to him. His hair looked perfect and so effortlessly styled as the last time Eddie saw him. He was wearing a white tee with a Queen print on it as well as tight blue jeans and a dark blue coat. Play it cool, Eddie thought to himself.

“Oh hey, I almost didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.” Eddie blurted out. Not like that.

The brunette made a bewildered face. And not just him, Jonathan looked reasonably confused as well. Argyle just giggled at Eddie’s comment.

“I’ll explain later”, Eddie murmured to his friends. He turned to the handsome stranger. “Hey… you.” he ended, smiling awkwardly.

“Steve”, he responded, slightly amused.

“I’m Eddie”, he introduced himself, “this is Jonathan and Argyle.”

“Oh, we have English together, right?” Steve asked Jonathan.

“Um, yeah, I remember you”, Jonathan replied and then gestured to Steve’s band shirt. “Great taste in music, man.”

“Thanks!” Steve beamed at him. “Hammer to fall is one of my favorite songs.”

Pretty, big dick AND loves rock music? Eddie looked at him wide-eyed. He wasn’t sure this guy was even real.

Before he got caught staring again, he tried to set up a conversation: “So what do you study?”

“I wanna be a middle school teacher. English and PE. I was just helping out with the modeling thing”, he shrugged, like it was nothing, getting butt naked in front of a full class of strangers.

“Um, wanna share a table?" Eddie asked, putting his tray down on a nearby table, where the group had sat down.

“Oh, I already had lunch, I gotta go, see ya!” Steve waved.

Eddie watched Steve leave the cafeteria, leaving him quite astonished. Did he just come over to say hi to him? To get his name?

“He’s really pretty…”, Argyle commented while absentmindedly digging into his pasta.

Jonathan mustered Eddie’s face curiously and smirked “So, what was up with that comment? Did you meet in the showers for the first time or what?”

“Oh, noo, much better.”

…

In the evening, back at Eddie’s and Jonathan’s dorm room, they were munching on some pizza that Argyle had brought with him. Eddie had just told them the whole story about how he met Steve. In the nude. And how he got caught peeping. But Steve didn’t react badly and called him a freak, which is how this scene would have probably played out at Eddie’s old high school.

“He seemed amused, I guess?” Eddie ended, taking a big bite of his pizza.

“What a sight he must’ve made, dude”, Argyle mumbled with his mouth full. “I am totally not immune to pretty people like him, jeez…”

Jonathan took another slice and reflected on what Eddie had told them “So, he seems like the stereotypical jock… do you think he likes guys?”

“UGH, I don’t knoooow, I’m already crushing so hard, fuck!” Eddie cried out, slumping back into his chair dramatically, hiding his face beneath both hands. Jonathan patted his knee sympathetically.

“Oh! OH!” Argyle blurted out, waving his arms around with a slice of pizza still in his hand “He likes Queen and Freddie Mercury is bi, sooo...”, he looked at his friends, eager to get a big reaction.

“I guess that means he’s definitely not homophobic. But bi? I dunno…” Eddie frowned. “It seems too good to be true, I guess?”

“Nah, don’t think like that, man. You gotta believe that the universe has good things in store for you, that’s how I do it”, Argyle laid out his wisdom.

Jonathan and Eddie stared at him for a few seconds and then burst out in laughter.

…

Since the day at the cafeteria it seemed like Eddie met Steve everywhere on campus.

In the hallway, when he went to get some books from his dorm room and heard some high pitched laughter behind him. He turned and saw Steve, a few feet away. He was currently being swarmed by a flock of four pretty girls and couldn't seem to shake them off. One girl, Tammy Thompson, brushed over his arm flirtingly and laughed. Eddie recognized her annoying voice and big curly blonde hair. She was in one of his art courses this semester. Rolling his eyes at what he witnessed, Eddie fetched his books, shut the door a little too hard behind him and left for his next class.

…

The next time he ran into Steve, he literally crashed into him at the library.

“Oof!”

The books and pens Eddie had been holding fell to the floor. “Oh god, sorry!” he muttered and knelt down to pick everything up. When he looked up to see who he had bumped into, his eyes met… Steve’s, who was now also on the floor, helping Eddie. He was wearing a pair of slim round framed glasses which suited him exceptionally well.

“Oh, hey.”

“Hi…” Steve offered him a charming smile. When he handed him the last pens that had fallen out of his pencil case, Eddie realized how close they were and his heart made a sudden jump. Steve smelled so good… woodsy and slightly sweet, maybe cinnamon?

“Thanks…” Eddie smiled back as he got up again and so did Steve.

“What are you working on?” Steve asked.

“German Romanticism”, Eddie replied, pointing him to the cover of a large illustrated book on top of the pile he was carrying. “We’re supposed to create our own painting in the style of that period.”

“Sounds tough, those look really detailed”, Steve said as he studied the book cover.

“Oh, I’m all about romance, so it shouldn’t be too hard.” Eddie joked, giving Steve a wink.

“Right, um…” Steve blushed and adjusted his glasses awkwardly. “I'd better go, I have a paper to write. See you around!” And so he left Eddie standing there a little lost.

Maybe he was straight after all.

Eddie tried not to give it too much thought. But his first few drafts of his assignment on German Romanticism turned out to look very gloomy.

…

The third time their paths crossed was when Eddie’s art course was practicing dynamic sketching. It was a sunny, mild October day and their tutor had agreed to let them go outside to sketch as long as they stayed on campus grounds.

He found a cozy looking spot under a large orange oak tree. From there he had an excellent view of the front entrance of the building, students walking around or enjoying their break on the benches and tables nearby.

Eddie put on his headphones, pressed play on his walkman and let himself immerse into some Metallica while drawing. The best way for him to concentrate was and had always been with metal.

He had been sitting there and sketching for a while when he saw someone come up to him in the corner of his eye.

“Hey, Eddie.”

Steve stood in front of him, smiling. He looked dashing as ever, dressed in a cozy multicolored sweater and a pair of blue jeans. He wasn’t wearing his glasses today.

“Hey”, Eddie greeted him, taking off his headphones. “What brings you here, Stevie?” he said, giving him a charming smile back.

“I have a free period and thought I’d hang out here since the weather is so nice today”, he said, sitting down comfortably in the grass beside Eddie. “What are you drawing?”

“Oh, I’m just doing some sketching of things and people around me, nothing special”, he fidgeted with his sketchbook.

“Can I have a look?” Steve asked politely.

“Sure”, Eddie replied, handing him his sketches.

Steve skimmed through the pages, occasionally pausing to take a closer look. “Woah, you’re really talented”, he said in awe. “Can I see the drawings you made of me the other time?”

“Sure, hang on.” Eddie’s heart began to thumb violently in his chest. Steve asked to see the nude drawings he had made of him in class. He took the sketchbook from Steve and searched for the right pages. “Here”, he said and handed it back to him.

A cool autumn breeze blew through Steve’s hair, leaving it slightly disheveled, but it didn’t bother him.

Cute…

“These are beautiful…”, he whispered while observing the drawings Eddie had made of him.

“Thank you…” Eddie’s face went a little red at that. He still couldn’t deal with compliments very well, but he tried.

“Would you draw me again?”

Steve quickly added “My portrait that is…” when he saw Eddie’s shocked expression.

“Right now?”

“You gotta practice, right? So, draw me!”

“Um, okay…”, Eddie indulged him, browsing the sketchbook to find a blank page.

“How do you want me?” Steve grinned at him cheekily.

Eddie grinned back and asked “Can I?”

“Go for it.”

Eddie put his hands softly on both of Steve’s shoulders and turned him slightly.

“And then… just turn your head a little to the side, but not all the way…” Eddie carefully tilted Steve’s chin with one hand. He felt a little stubble beneath his fingertips. Eddie felt warm all over, touching him, being so close to him and knowing Steve was watching his every move closely. “Alright, stay like this, okay? I’m gonna need maybe 10 minutes or so…”

“Gotcha.” Steve affirmed, a small smile on his lips.

Eddie started sketching the rough outlines and proportions of Steve’s head and shoulders with a pencil. Then he mapped out his beautiful features one by one: His big eyes with thick eyebrows, his strong nose, pouty lips with a prominent cupid’s bow and his square jaw and Adams’ apple.

He did his best to capture the shape of Steve’s bright hazel eyes that were watching him closely. He duplicated his numerous cute moles and freckles on his cheeks and throat onto the sketchbook.

Eddie paused and held the sketch at arm length away from him to see if he got the proportions right. He studied Steve’s face once again and he could have sworn he caught Steve staring at his lips for a split second. He smirked, but decided not to say something and continued his work.

Steve’s ears were mostly hidden by his brown hair which framed his face perfectly, the way it flowed up and curved down. He outlined Steve’s sideburns and then drew some individual strands of hair on the top of his head and the sides to give it more depth. Then he proceeded to replicate the pattern of Steve’s sweater onto the paper and added some soft shading to the whole drawing. Eddie continued until he was satisfied with the likeness of the portrait.

“Alright, I’m done.” Eddie sighed and turned around the sketchbook for Steve to see.

“Oh, wow…this is amazing”, Steve’s eyes swept over the details of the drawing and then back to Eddie. “This is how you see me?”

“Do you not own a mirror, man?” Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“I do, but that doesn’t answer my question.” Steve interrogated him further with a daring smile.

“Oooh, you want me to tell you how pretty you are, is that it, pretty boy?” Eddie teased him, leaning forward, one hand on Steve’s chin again.

Steve’s face and neck went ablaze and he started stuttering “You – that’s not –”

Finally. He had rendered Steve to a babbling mess.

“You’re so cute when you’re all flustered.”

“Shut up.”

Eddie grinned from ear to ear, feeling very satisfied with himself.

Steve was still a little pink, but he tried to get a hold of himself again and straightened out his back. “Hey, what have you been listening to before?” He wanted to know, gesturing to Eddie’s walkman.

“Oh, uh, Metallica… the album is called “Ride the lightning”, do you know it?”

“Not yet, can I have a listen?”

Eddie handed over the walkman to him and Steve put on the headphones. Eddie skipped the cassette tape to “Fade to black” since it was his favorite song of the album.

Steve laid back in the grass with his legs drawn up. He listened to the whole song with his eyes closed while Eddie went back to sketching for his art course.

After a while Steve sat up and took off the headphones. “This is really cool, I might have to get that album”, Steve said, a faint smile curling his lips. Eddie was elated to hear that he liked it “What else do you like besides Metallica?”

Eddie felt a spark of joy at being asked about his music. Naturally, he dove into a whole enthusiastic monologue about his interests with Steve listening closely and asking questions here and there.

Eddie talked about the best metal concerts he had visited, that time they had to drive 6 hours to see Judas Priest live, but it had been so worth it and the time he had met Gareth, when they were twelve and founded their band Corroded Coffin.

“We started out by doing covers, just the standard stuff like Metallica, Dio, Black Sabbath. But right now, we’re working on some original songs and Jeff, he’s our guitarist, his writing is so great!” Eddie ended with a bright smile.

Steve grinned, studying Eddie’s face.

“What? What did I do?” Eddie chuckled.

“Nothing…” Steve blushed, still smiling, but looking away. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it disheveled, but in a really hot way. “You’re so passionate about all of this stuff… I don’t think I know anyone like you.”

“‘Course you don’t! Nobody is like me! Only I am like me”, Eddie commented playfully.

“You know what I mean”, Steve laughed.

“For what it’s worth, you’re not at all what I thought you’d be like… you know, not a typical jock”, Eddie shrugged.

“Gee, thanks!” Steve blurted out.

“What I meant was… I always see you surrounded by girls, you’re very popular and you’re obviously very handsome and I just know your type, ok!”

The type that bullied me in high school…

“At least I thought I did. But… I’ve changed my mind about you. You’re not just a pretty face, you’re actually fun to be around.” Eddie, who was slightly blushing now, scratched the back of his head and looked back at Steve.

“Thanks…” Steve’s expression was kind. Eddie was relieved. Opening up like this wasn’t his strong suit.

“What about you? Any favorite artists?”

“Tears for Fears, definitely!”

“Oh god, no, Stevie, noo.”

…

Later that day, Eddie was back at his dorm, unpacking his backpack when he found a bright orange piece of paper in the side pocket.

He unfolded the paper and it read in large black letters: “Halloween bash at Jared’s!” with an address underneath.

But on the back someone had scribbled in neat handwriting:

See you there, hopefully – Steve

Eddie grinned to himself. Steve must have sneaked it in there this afternoon. He already knew what his costume was gonna be and if the party meant he would see Steve again… he’d better make it tempting.

To be continued...

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elronds-pointy-ears · 7 months

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oh hot damn.. that pic is the perfect visual too ughhhh

Filthy Steddie drabble under the cut · 220 words · Rating: E · MDNI!

The windows of the Buick are completely fogged, Steve grips the steering wheel harder, knuckles going white.

"Eds, baby–", he tries to warn him, but it turns into a trembling moan.

"'m close", Steve shoves his hand in Eddie's hair, pulls it aside so he can see his face. Cheeks flushed, precum dripping from his swollen lips, big teary eyes gazing up at him.

"You should– aaah!"

But Eddie just sucks him deeper, the head of his boyfriend's thick cock hitting the back of his throat... He heard him, he just loves it too much, loves the sounds Steve makes, his hand in his curly hair, holding on for dear life.

"Eds!"

Steve comes hard, spilling down Eddie's throat with a shaky cry. Eddie swallows his load like he's dying of thirst, savors every last drop, licks him clean until Steve whimpers from overstimulation.

"You're okay, baby?" Eddie whispers as he gets up again, cups Steve's cheek and presses a small kiss to his lips.

"Jeez, were you trying to suck my brains out, too?" Steve is breathing heavily, pulling his boyfriend into a deep kiss. "I'm okay..."

"I'm glad..." Eddie smiles, then kisses him again, heated and with tongue this time. "Drive us home now so you can fuck me with that big thing of yours, hmm?"

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elronds-pointy-ears · 7 months

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LITERALLY BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!! Oh i just adore this. It is so sweet and soo cute.

A touch of cinnamon and spice

Chapter 1

Summary: Eddie and Steve meet for the first time at college under awkward circumstances. Well, at least for Eddie.

1.438 words · Rated: G · College AU, no upside down · fluff, pining, getting together, cozy cute fall fanfic with minimum drama and zero angst or warnings!

Thanks again to @elronds-pointy-ears for reading my first unhinged draft and giving me some thoughts on how to deepen the interactions between them! @niennawept for beta reading my edited draft, you helped me so much, THANK YOU again! …. and for @lady-of-imladris for helping me choose a title! I love you guys!

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Chapter 1 · throwback · summer ‘86

“You’re kidding… College?” Eddie chuckled, staring at his uncle wide eyed.

They had been standing in the kitchen of their trailer home, a few weeks after Eddie had graduated, discussing where he could go from there. If it were up to Eddie, he’d just get famous with his metal band “Corroded Coffin” right away and tour the country, but these things didn’t happen over night. And it wasn’t like Wayne decided over Eddie’s life. He was of age, he could decide on his own. But Wayne’s opinion mattered to him greatly. This man had provided for Eddie for half of his life and he was deeply grateful for that.

Wayne crossed his arms and looked at him sternly. “Listen, kid, I know high school was tough –”

“That’s the understatement of the year, right there.” Eddie snorted.

He had managed to get his high school diploma on the third try. Keeping up with homework and studying for exams never came easy to him. He had had trouble concentrating and listening to what was being discussed in class and the teachers labeled him as lazy without even trying to get through to him.

When it came to math, history and other school subjects that Eddie found boring, it was almost like there was an invisible force pulling his attention away, keeping him from concentrating and it was very hard to fight that.

But eventually, with the help of a terrific new guidance counselor that had transferred to his school that year and the support of his uncle, he had made it somehow. Alumni of ‘86, baby!

“Eddie, you’re incredibly talented when it comes to the stuff you’re interested in. You’re creative, driven… I’ve seen the artwork you put up in your room… and you learned that puppet song within a week it came out.”

“Master of Puppets”, Eddie corrected him. And how could he not, it was a legendary piece by his favorite band.

“All I’m sayin’ is, would be pretty unfortunate if you wasted that kinda potential, son.”

He was right. Eddie did have a different mindset when it came to drawing, writing his own lyrics or shredding away on his guitar.

“Alright, I’ll think about it.” Eddie sighed.

A while later he had applied to a few public colleges in the area that had art programs. For his application portfolio Eddie had collected some design work he did for the promotion of their band, some pencil sketches and several elaborate fantasy drawings he did for his recent DnD campaign. And he had gotten in!

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October 5th 1987

Fall had always been Eddie’s favorite season ever since he was little. The deep red color of the fallen maple leaves was his favorite color and he secretly loved crunching the dry leaves under his boots. With every passing day of summer, he looked forward to cooler temperatures, horror movie nights and of course: Halloween. While planning his costume in his head, he put the hood of his parka over his unruly brown hair and made his way to class.

This was going to be his 3rd semester of studying fine art and so far he was doing really well, despite his own doubts. Learning about the subjects he was interested in and acquiring new creative skills had proven to be much more straightforward and uncomplicated for him than high school stuff.

College had given Eddie the chance for a fresh start. For the first time, he wasn’t the freak, the loser, the kid with the weird hair who listened to “devil” music. The university offered all kinds of programs and they had a big art department ranging from photography and fine art to design and film-making. So naturally, there were plenty of art nerds, film geeks and a variety of young people studying alongside Eddie. He fit right in and he had also made some new, real friends.

Jonathan, his roommate, was studying photography and English and wanted to become a journalist. He already wrote a weekly column in the school’s paper. Jonathan was the intelligent, kind, introverted type with short shaggy dark blonde hair and inconspicuous appearance. Eddie connected with him through his open-mindedness and his passion for music.

Argyle lived in another dorm down the hall. He studied film-making and worked part time at a local pizza shop from where he often swiped pizzas for them. He was a laid-back, approachable guy, who got along with everyone and also hugged everyone when he had the chance. With his long black hair, tall stature and colorful clothing, he stood out in most places.

Eddie thought he was very lucky to have met them since making friends had never been easy for him in the past. Both of them were very easy to get along with. Be it for their shared interests in music or film or enjoying the occasional joint in Argyle’s dorm.

…

Eddie arrived at a seemingly empty classroom, illuminated by the bright morning sun. Several canvas stands and some chairs were set up for the students. He chose a seat and dropped his bag and coat on the back of the chair.

When he sat down and combed through his backpack for his pencil case, he heard something rustling from behind the nearby folding screen. Obviously not thinking this through, Eddie wandered over and found –

Oh.

His eyes landed on the muscular naked back of a stranger who was in the process of getting undressed. Eddie froze. Unable to take his eyes off of this guy’s athletic physique. His tanned skin was patterned with plenty of freckles that looked like stars in a beautiful constellation which Eddie desperately needed to explore. Those jeans hugged his butt perfectly and when he took them off, they revealed tight black boxer briefs and broad hairy thighs. Eddie wanted nothing more than to have his head crushed by those legs. Oh, what a way to go.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

A voice ripped him from his fantasy. Fuck.

The gorgeous stranger was now facing Eddie with both hands on his hips and a slightly cocky expression. Eddie noticed his beautiful hazel eyes, pouty lips and effortlessly styled hair. His strong chest was even hairier than his legs and a dark little happy trail disappeared at the rim of his underwear which displayed a significant bulge.

Fuuuuck.

“I’m so sorry!” Eddie almost yelled when he realized he had been staring. He could feel the burn of embarrassment on his face but like a deer in headlights, he stood there completely frozen.

The brunette smirked. “Don't worry about it, you're gonna see me nude in a minute anyhow", he replied in a smug voice. Eddie went even redder if that was at all possible.

Right, they were going to do nude sketches today, to learn some anatomy… Eddie felt he had already learned a lot.

“Alright, I’m gonna, uh… go, yes, I’m gonna go set up”, he stumbled backwards, averting the stranger’s view.

Little by little the classroom filled with students and their tutor arrived and gave them a quick instruction on sketching techniques when drawing from a live model. Two other students closed the door and blinds and placed a small platform in the middle of the room. They were ready to start drawing.

The handsome stranger emerged completely naked from behind the folding screen. He seemed very secure in his body, judging the way he stepped gracefully onto the platform, striking a pose the tutor had asked for.

Eddie tried so hard to look at him in a professional manner as he began sketching his beautiful body. He roughly outlined his proportions with some charcoal on his sketchbook. He tried to keep a straight face when his view landed on the model’s dick. And what a gorgeous one it was… Eddie felt his heart thump violently in his chest.

In a moment of carelessness when Eddie’s eyes wandered over his freckled skin upwards to his handsome face, their eyes locked. The brunette gave him a wink and held his view. If he was flattered or amused, Eddie couldn’t tell, his face was burning up once again and he tried to hide behind his sketchbook.

Focus, Munson. You just gotta keep it together for 20 more minutes!

His hand swept over the paper, messily sketching and filling in the model silhouette with charcoal. At this point, he didn’t care if the drawings turned out badly, he just wanted to get out of there, away from this awkward situation. Once he was done, he quickly packed up his stuff and rushed out of the classroom.

...

To be continued...

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elronds-pointy-ears · 7 months

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uhh i am reading that on public transport and whoa let me tell you… i am not even sorry. This was literally soo good. I love steves attitude btw. And the crop shirt?? Jeez hot shit 😳🥵🥵🥵

Steddie x Judas Priest

Rated: E · 1008 words · top!Eddie x bottom!Steve, anal sex, butt plug, dirty talk, modern setting, dating apps · Read on AO3

This is part 1 of this series of drabbles! There will be 8 chapters, each of them catered to a specific Judas Priest song. They're my favourite metal band of all time and their songs just fit Steddie brilliantly.

Grinder

Looking for meat

Grinder

Wants you to eat

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Eddie hadn’t had sex in weeks and it showed. Snapping at his co-worker today wasn’t one of his proudest moments. Flipping off a driver that had cut his path… boy, did he have a short fuse recently. He had been moody a lot and his usual masturbation sessions in the shower just wouldn’t do the trick. He needed to blow off some steam. Or some guy, he wasn’t picky.

“Ah, fuck it.” he sighed as he flopped onto his bed and opened Grindr on his phone. Swiping through the profiles of similar looking queer guys, he suddenly came across a young brunette with a stunning smile and a broad hairy chest to die for. His profile said:

Steve, 21, bisexual

vers, but bottom leaning, looking for some fun

“Pretty…”, Eddie murmured to himself dreamily. The handsome stranger had uploaded several pictures of him looking incredibly hot. In one photo, he was only wearing a pair of tight jeans shorts, displaying his meaty thighs in all of their glory. The outline of his dick was noticeable through the fabric and Eddie could already imagine all the dirty things he wanted to do to him. But first they had to match. He swiped right and immediately sent out a little prayer towards his ceiling, even though he wasn’t even religious.

It’s a match! appeared on his screen.

Eddie exhaled sharply and his heart began to race. What the fuck should I text?? he thought to himself, but before he could think of something, his phone pinged:

Steve: Hey there handsome

Eddie stared at his screen. Could he really be this lucky…? He decided to just be truthful. One could never be wrong telling the truth.

Eddie: Hey, you’re probably the most gorgeous human being I ever came across….

Steve: you’re not at all bad yourself! <3 Love the shot with you on stage, playing guitar… so hot!

The picture he was referring to featured Eddie, shirtless, sweaty, showing off his many tattoos on his torso and arms, playing a gig with his metal band Corroded Coffin. Eddie grinned to himself. It was a great pic.

Eddie: Thank you! So what are you in the mood for?

Steve: I’d love for you to bend me over and have your way with me…

Glowing heat shot up to Eddie’s face. His pants felt too tight all of a sudden. Right to the point, okay.

Eddie: Oh god baby you’re so hot. Your place or mine?

Steve: Mine. I’m already prepping myself…

And with that message, a picture appeared in the chat: Steve was lying on his side, naked from the waist down, sticking his ass towards the camera and the base of a shiny pink butt plug caught Eddie’s eye. He stared at the pic for a full minute, heart hammering against his ribcage and his dick was straining against his pants at this point.

Eddie: what’s your address, beautiful?

…

Eddie didn’t remember how he even made it out of the building, into his car, because all he could think about was how Steve had shoved that plug up his ass. When he arrived at Steve’s place and rang the bell, he tried to get his unruly hair in order and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants.

The door opened and there Steve stood, seemingly unfazed, greeting him with a gorgeous smile. “Hey, come in.” Steve was wearing some sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a washed out cropped white tee.

“Hi, thanks”, Eddie tried to be cool, but it seemed impossible in front of this fine piece of a man that he was about to have sex with…

Steve closed the door behind him and turned around, grabbing Eddie's wrist to pull him closer. Eddie stumbled forward and in one swift motion, Steve was kissing him as Eddie pinned him against the door.

In a matter of seconds, they were kissing sloppily, hands roaming and hips pushing against each other. Steve was grinding his growing bulge against Eddie’s thigh and when Eddie began to bite Steve’s bottom lip a little harder, he let out a needy moan.

“Bedroom?” Eddie managed to ask between kisses.

Eddie dug his fingers into the meat of Steve’s ass and listened to the desperate sounds his lover made.

…

“That’s it, baby, let me hear you”, Eddie praised him and Steve seemed to enjoy it greatly. He was currently on all fours, presenting the butt plug to Eddie. He gripped the base of the plug and started fucking Steve with it.

“Fuck me, dammit, get on with it!” Steve whined impatiently.

“So bossy... I thought I’d enjoy myself a little since you look so pretty with that toy inside you…”, Eddie chuckled, but he was also at his limit, so he pulled out the plug completely. Steve groaned. Eddie quickly gathered some lube and a condom from his pockets. Once he had prepared himself, he lined himself up with Steve’s entrance and pushed inside carefully.

“Ready?”

“Yes, aahh… go ahead” Steve confirmed.

Eddie grabbed his waist with both hands and started fucking into him languidly. He quickly found his prostate, forcing a lewd sound out of Steve’s mouth when he drove into that exact spot.

“Harder, right there, y-yes!” Steve gasped and gripped the bedsheets tighter. His back was bent through as he was face down on the bed, Eddie holding him in place.

Eddie did as he was told and picked up the pace, pounding into him with no mercy.

“You’re so tight, baby, I’m gonna come soon!” Eddie praised him again, earning a wrecked noise from his lover. “So gorgeous, you take me so well.”

After another few rough thrusts Steve came hard, Eddie right behind him, falling over the edge with a satisfied groan.

“We should definitely do this again sometime…” Steve panted, trying to catch his breath.

“Remind me to give you my number”, Eddie replied and slumped onto the bed, exhausted, but more pleased than ever.

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elronds-pointy-ears · 8 months

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oh this is so cute and fun to read

and i don‘t blame arwen tbh

Arda University

Synopsis: Frodo is anxiously preparing for his Algebra exam. His friends take him on a little quest to cheer him up.

Lighthearted little fic, just for fun. I hope you like it <3

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: drug mention

Additional tags: daddy kink (mentioned)

Frodo sighed deeply for the fifth time in a row, letting his head drop onto the math textbook on the table, mumbling something along the lines of wanting to drop out. “Are you alright, Mr. Frodo?” Sam, his roommate, walked over to his desk and presented a mug of hot chocolate to the tired hobbit. Frodo gladly accepted the comforting beverage and looked up at his friend wearily. “I cannot do this anymore Sam. Professor Saruman is notorious for making his exams almost impossible to pass and my cousin Merry failed his class twice.” Samwise Gamgee chocked back a laugh: “Begging your pardon, Mr. Frodo but I met your cousin Merry and he is not the brightest bulb in the chandelier.”

As if on command, a characteristic knock on the door announced the arrival of Merry. Sam opened the door. “Hi Sam, hi Frodo,” Merry and Pippin, whom the former was rarely seen without, said in unison. Sam’s sigh as he let them in was the only greeting they got from him. In Samwise Gamgee’s opinion, these two were never up to any good. Frodo greeted them with a “hmmm,” barely looking up from his textbook. “Frodo, I heard you’re taking Algebra with Saruman tomorrow, huh?” Merry said sympathetically, “so we came to give you our condolences in person.” Frodo let his head fall back, staring at the ceiling with an empty expression.

“Oh Eru, I am done for,” the hobbit proclaimed dramatically, “I could not have chosen a more awful class to take.” Pippin chuckled mischievously. “Try Sindarin 101 if you really want to be humbled. Word is, the last exam was so bad even Legolas failed.” Sam looked over at the youngest hobbit with furrowed brows. “That is hardly possible. Legolas is an elf, he grew up speaking Sindarin.” Pippin started laughing hysterically. “And that’s not even the worst of it! The professor is his father!” Sam made it clear that he did not believe a word that came out of Pippin’s mouth.

Merry and Pippin insisted on dragging Frodo and Sam along to meet with Aragorn, stating that “Aragorn tells this story so much better, we don’t know all the facts” and “Frodo needs a break from studying anyway.” Thus, the four of them made their way from their dorm, Shire, to Gondor, where Aragorn and his roommate Boromir, the Lords of Gondor, lived. Why they were being referred to as “the Lords,” no one knew. “Strider, open up!” Pippin called loudly as he knocked on the door. Aragorn looked terrible. He was the kind of guy that went to every single party. No one knew when he had last slept, or showered for that matter. Boromir looked equally tired, albeit in a different way. He appeared to have been studying for three days straight.

They made themselves comfortable on the floor with a bowl of popcorn after Aragorn had agreed to tell the full story of the legendary Sindarin 101 exam. Aragorn sighed deeply, fighting back laughter as he prepared himself. “Okay, so you guys remember Arwen, right?” “Your crush?” Pippin asked unabashedly, wincing as Sam elbowed him in the ribs. Boromir let out a snort before walking out to find a more quiet place to study.

Aragorn sighed again. “Anyway. Professor Oropherion demands a lot. His exams are hard, there are a lot of books to read in preparation. Legolas, being the lazy fucker that he is, did not read a single book on the list, hoping that his father would let him pass. Then, a week or so before the exam, Oropherion asks his son how the studying is going and if he needs help with anything. Turns out, his father would, in fact, not just let him pass.” Frodo piped up: “And that is obviously why he failed.” But Aragorn merely shook his head. “No, Frodo, that is not even the half of it.”

“That is where Arwen comes into play. She is a natural. She loves the assigned reading and even goes to office hours to discuss it. Legolas told me he failed the exam because he cheated. Copied off all of Arwen’s answers. But that is where it gets confusing. Arwen got an A, so we were all wondering how Legolas could have fucked it up this badly.” Sam nodded thoughtfully, asking himself the same thing. “So how did it happen? Did he get caught?” The hobbit asked. “No, Sam,” Aragorn replied, “not exactly caught. Although his father must have figured it out somehow. At that point, I still had little idea about what had actually happened at the exam, but I asked Legolas’ roommate Gimli to distract him so I could sneak in and take a look at the graded exam.”

Aragorn took a dramatically long sip of his energy drink before continuing with his account. “All of Legolas’ stolen answers were correct, except for the last one. A question about Ecthelion’s ‘Annals of Gondolin’ that must have been particularly tough.” “But if Legolas got everything else right, why did he fail?” Frodo interrupted impatiently, eager to get back to studying. “Well, Legolas wrote ‘goheno nin ada, ni neth ogol’ as his answer.” “Wait, wouldn’t it have to be ‘ion’?” Frodo was confused. Why would Legolas write ‘Sorry Daddy, I’ve been a bad girl’ when confessing to his father that he had not studied for the exam? “Frodo.” Aragorn looked at the hobbit intensely. “I told you that Legolas copied every single answer.” “But that still makes no sense, Thranduil is not Arwen’s fath- OH ERU ILÚVATAR!”

The silence was deafening as the hobbits processed the information Aragorn had just given them. “I still don’t get it,” Pippin confessed. Merry leaned over and whispered something in his ear. “They WHAT?” he exclaimed in shock, “I mean, personally, I get it, Legolas’ dad is super hot and all, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting this at all, I mean she seems like such a nun.” Aragorn was visibly upset. It was funny enough that Legolas failed his exam, but having to recount how Arwen, the love of his life, was with another elf instead of with him, continued to break his heart every time he thought about it.

The four hobbits left Aragorn alone, reassuring him that they would not tell anyone and that Arwen would ultimately come to her senses. “Don’t worry, she probably only wants an easy way to pass,” Merry told Aragorn sympathetically. It did not reassure him whatsoever. When Frodo and Sam arrived back in their room, Frodo sighed deeply and sat down at his desk, desperately trying to remember how differential equations and algebraic structures worked. Those damned rings were ruining his life, he hated them so much. Sam went to bed early, urging Frodo to do the same. But the anxious hobbit stayed up studying all night, resulting in him being a shaky mess when Sam woke up again the next morning.

Sam, Merry and Pippin were gathered in Sam and Frodo’s dorm, anxiously waiting for Frodo to return from the dreaded exam with Saruman. When he did, he looked more triumphant than they had anticipated. “I knew you could do it, Mr. Frodo!” Sam exclaimed excitedly, happy that his friend was in high spirits again. Frodo shook his head. “Saruman was sick! He has some sort of eye infection, so Gandalf took over for him. He was already high as a kite when the exam started so he did not notice that half the class was cheating and when I tried to ask him a question he told me he had no idea what I was talking about and just handed me the sheet with the solutions!” The four hobbits laughed heartily. There could not have been a better outcome to that exam.

[the day before, in the office of Saruman and Gandalf] “Gandalf, my friend, do you have to smoke your longbottom leaf in here?” Saruman complained, rubbing his eyes.

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elronds-pointy-ears · 8 months

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Awe this is sooo sweet but also so wild lol

I dreamt something really cool and funny last night, I have to share this 😂

I was on a walk when I suddenly arrived at a Scottish girls' house (why was she Scottish, I have no idea, but somehow I knew in my dream. She was really cute and friendly but I don't remember anything about her appearance) and she had a pet pigeon on a leash and the pigeon flew on my head and pooped on me, yay.

We became friends and the girl invited me into to her house and I laid down comfortably on a sort of chaise with a blanket and she put some pigeon eggs under the blanket under my bare feet for me to keep them warm so they will hatch soon.

Then we went for a walk and suddenly we walked into a area that looked like Hobbiton and there was music and Hobbits and it was amazing and then we saw elves (Elrond, Galadriel and 2 others, I can't remember who they were) and they were kinda hovering over the ground instead of walking. And we followed them, but they went faster and then we started flying (like Peter Pan) after them and I wanted to meet Elrond so bad (it was book Elrond, in my dream he looked like that one fanart- I can't find it, dammit-)!! But they were gone and then we ended up at a museum like building again in Hobbiton and there were costume pieces on a table that you could put on, like elf ears and a robe and stuff and there were other people there and we went outside and realized it wasn't Hobbiton, it was a theme park... None of it was real. And then our parents found us and they were really mad and we explained everything and I held the girls hand and told them that they shouldn't be mad, bc we're great friends now!

#What an interesting dream hahaha

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elronds-pointy-ears · 8 months

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Happy Birthday to the cutest, loveliest and most beautiful friend of my tumblr gang. @thesolarangel <333

I want you to know that you are my dearest friend here on this hellsite and i cannot put into words how much i have grown fond of you. Our friendship is something i hold dear and i know i am not always there when you need to talk but i want you to know that i always have an open ear for you.

I truly appreciate our little discord talks so much and i hope you do not grow tired of me and my stupid hyperfixations anytime soon. love you sooo much i can't put it into words because i am bad with feelings and speaking them.

I hope these are okay. I initially wanted to use gif hearts that move but photoshop said no and i didn't know how to do that.

#happy bithday love #you deserve the greatest birthday of all time #robert aramayo #have this cute lil rob gifset

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elronds-pointy-ears · 8 months

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This is so soft, warm and extra cozy. I can‘t wait for autumn to come around and get burritoed in a fuzzy blanket thinking of elrond 🥰🥰🥰

My shadows

Elrond x reader

(no gender mentioned, no pronouns) · Rating: G · 838 words · No warnings · NO descriptions of panic attacks or similar stuff! No use of Y/N. Sorry for abusing the “...” haha. This fanfic is set in winter! I just needed the ultra cozy vibes for this one.

summary: Elrond notices that you’re struggling even though you’re trying so hard to hide it. He helps you get through a rough patch.

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Elrond has noticed that there was something off with you recently. You reacted irritably when being asked questions, you had dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep and you didn’t seem like your usual self.

He goes to your chambers to check on you. He finds you laying on the chaise in the middle of the day, wrapped in a blanket and staring out of the window with a blank face.

“Hey, sweetheart”, he greets you in a warm tone.

You don’t answer and just wrap the blanket tighter around your body.

“Forgive me, I don’t mean to pry, but I’m honestly worried about you… Is there anything I can do for you?” Elrond sits down on the end of the chaise and strokes your thigh gently.

“No!” you snap at him. Shit. You immediately regret it. Societal pressure has been gnawing at you in addition to you struggling mentally. Elrond didn’t have anything to do with this. Tears are forming in your eyes and you squeeze them shut to try to force them away. “I’m so sorry.” you whisper with a trembling voice.

“It’s okay. This wasn’t directed at me personally, even if I was the one to hear it…”

He shifts closer and starts stroking your head.

“Your health matters, meleth nín. Body and mind. If you were to break a bone or fall ill with a terrible cold, you would give your body the rest it needs, wouldn’t you?” He smiles at you kindly. “You tell your friends they should look after themselves and take the time and rest they need to recharge… try to apply that to yourself… please.”

“It’s too h–hard… “ And this time, your voice breaks and you start to cry.

“Well, then I’ll help you.”

Elrond holds you in his arms and lets you sob uncontrollably. “Let it all out, love, it’s okay.”

And all the feelings you’ve been avoiding for the past weeks come crashing down on you. You cry and cry and cry and Elrond holds you, strokes over your hair, caresses your back…

After a while he begins to softly sing in Sindarin… He has a beautiful voice. Low and melodic he sings while he holds you… The song is unfamiliar to you, but it has a soothing power and you can feel it flow through your body as it slowly regulates your nervous system. The tears are gone and you truly feel better, more balanced, but there’s still this lingering sense of uncertainty and you’re not sure how to move on…

Then Elrond speaks anew: “Meleth nín, please know that this too, shall pass. You might feel like this intense hopelessness and these dark intrusive thoughts will never leave you. But I promise you, they will. You will be your usual funny, cheerful, creative self again.

I am so proud of you. You are such a kind, wonderful person and your friends love you so much.

You don’t need to carry all of this on your own. You can ask for help. I can help you take the weight off. I’m here for you, love.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead. You look up to him and give him a small smile. His words mean a great deal to you. He’s always there for you no matter what. And you trust him.

“So… what do you say about a warm bath? While I make you some food?” he asks hopefully.

“A bath sounds amazing actually…” you answer hoarsely. All this crying has done a number on your voice.

“I’m glad. Then I’ll get it ready for you and you choose something comfortable to wear afterwards, alright?”

Elrond runs you a bath with your favorite essential oils and lights some candles in the bathroom so that you have it extra cozy.

You greatly enjoy soaking in the warm water and it smells so good. After a good half hour you’re starting to get a little sleepy so you get out of the bath, dry yourself off and put on some soft nightwear.

When you get back to your living room chamber, you see that Elrond is already waiting for you. He has set up a little picnic with a big blanket and some pillows in front of the burning fireplace. There’s fresh bread with cheese, some sweet and salty snacks that you like and some hot chocolate.

The two of you enjoy your meal together and you talk a little here and there, Elrond doesn’t pressure you and there’s always more time to talk tomorrow. You share some of the things you’ve been struggling with and he listens to you closely and offers his thoughts if you like.

Talking about this makes you feel lighter and you slowly get sleepy again. Before you can drift off on the floor in your living room, he takes you to bed and holds you in his arms while you fall asleep. That night, you don’t dream at all, you sleep through the night like a log.

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elronds-pointy-ears · 9 months

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FOR FUCKS SAKE YES!!!! Finally omg. This is soooo beautiful please. IDIOTS TO LOVERS 10/10. would recommend omg. This makes me so happy.

Movie date: part 3

Pairing: Steddie · Rating: G · No warnings, pure fluff! · 1129 words

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It had been raining while they were at the movies and the streets were slippery and dark. Eddie was now carefully driving them home.

Steve had been staring out the window the whole ride. He was lost in his gloomy thoughts while listening to the unfamiliar metal band that was blasting through Eddie’s car speakers. He really thought something would happen at the movies.

Something almost did happen. But when the lights suddenly came back on again, the two of them had jerked apart. The moment was gone. Awkward silence had hung between them the whole way to the van and throughout the ride.

Then Steve felt the van stop and he recognized the parking lot of Sunny’s Diner. Eddie turned off the engine and glanced over to Steve.

“You’ve been awfully quiet over there…” Eddie asked anxiously.

For a long moment, Steve kept staring out the window, not answering. When he spoke, he still couldn’t look at Eddie. “I was kinda hoping this would be a date…”, Steve mumbled.

“Oh…” he heard Eddie whisper beside him.

Oh. Steve had been wrong this whole time. How embarrassing. But then –

“It’s definitely a date, angel”, Eddie declared softly. That pet name. Now Steve had to look at him to see if Eddie was teasing and he searched his face, but there wasn’t any doubt left. “I don’t take just anyone out for a movie and milkshakes.” Eddie tilted his head like an adorable puppy and gave Steve a genuine smile.

Steve felt his heart flood with relief and he let out a small laugh. "Oh, Robin was right.”

Eddie looked at him with wide eyes. “Wait…. what– I was so obviously flirting with you and you didn’t get it?”

“I thought I did, I was just trying to see when you would make your move. If you did at all.” Steve replied. “And I wasn’t sure if this was just a friend thing.”

“It’s not”, Eddie replied confidently. “Let me make it up to you, okay? And we can talk some more inside.”

Sunny’s Diner was basically empty since it was a school night and already very late. The soulful voice of Sam Cooke singing “You send me” from the jukebox filled the cozy atmosphere. They sat down at an unoccupied booth at the back of the restaurant.

A kind looking older waitress with red lipstick and big hair walked up to them. Her name tag said “Rose” on it. “Welcome to Sunny’s Diner. What can I get for you two handsome boys?” she asked with a warm smile, taking a small notebook from her apron pocket.

“One chocolate milkshake for me and one strawberry…?” he glanced over to Steve who nodded affirmatively. “... for my date over here.” Eddie said proudly and winked at Steve.

“Coming right up, sweetheart.” she jotted their order down and left.

(You send me) Whoa, whenever I'm with you

(You send me) I know, I know, I know when I'm near you

(You send me) Mhm, mhm, honest you do, honest you do

“I can’t believe we could have done this way sooner, if we wouldn’t have been such idiots!” Eddie groaned and dropped his face in his hands.

“I thought I had you when I asked you about the hot date last time!” Steve teased him. “You were so red, I could’ve fried eggs on your face!”

“You caught me by surprise and Henderson was sitting right next to you!” Eddie complained theatrically, “I thought I was being so obvious by calling you a snack!”

Steve burst into laughing at Eddie winding himself up so much. “I guess we really are idiots.” he chuckled.

A little while later Rose came back carrying two large milkshakes with cream on top. “There you go…”

“Thank you so much, these look amazing!” Steve replied politely.

“You’re very welcome, dear. And don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything else”, she added happily as she left their table.

The two of them enjoyed their drinks while laughing and making fun of the movie they had just watched. Eddie delivered an over the top impression of Freddy Krueger which made Steve laugh so hard that he teared up.

“So what’s your usual plan for your date after milkshakes?” Steve asked curiously.

Eddie smirked at him: “I’m glad you asked."

…

They passed the “Leaving Hawkins” road sign and Steve was now genuinely wondering where Eddie was taking them. He would have guessed Lover’s Lake, since it was a popular spot for dates, but that was on the other side of town.

After a few minutes of driving through the dark, they came to a halt on the summit of a nearby hill. Stepping out of the van, Steve was blown away immediately. From this vantage point, they had an excellent view of Hawkins all lit up and glowing beneath the deep night sky. It was perfectly quiet up here and a little chilly for a late summer night.

“Pretty awesome, right?” Eddie grinned.

“It’s beautiful…” Steve confirmed, leaning against the front of the van. Eddie took his place beside him, shoulders just slightly touching. Together they watched the stars and the lights of the cars going by on the far away highway.

None of them had said anything for a while when Eddie suddenly blurted out: “I wanted to kiss you as soon as the lights went off at the movies.”

Steve smiled, took Eddie’s hand and whispered “Hey.”

Eddie turned to him and a few loose curls flew into his face. Steve pushed them behind Eddie’s ear before capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

Their first kiss was gentle and sweet. Lips dancing around each other innocently. Eddie tasted like chocolate and cream.

But the way he kissed him, slowly and full of affection, ignited something inside Steve and rushed like a spark of electricity through his whole body.

Steve’s hand wandered into Eddie’s hair at the back of his neck and he pulled him closer. Eddie wrapped his arms around him and placed his hand on Steve’s lower back.

The heated touch of their lips was so tempting that Steve deepened the kiss. He nibbled on Eddie’s bottom lip and licked over it, then sealing their lips in a languid kiss again, earning him a pleased sigh. He felt Eddie’s hand gripping into the fabric of Steve’s jacket.

Steve’s heart was racing and he felt warm all over when they broke the kiss to catch their breaths. Eddie looked at Steve with his big doe eyes and bright pink freckled cheeks.

Eddie closed his eyes and rested his forehead gently against Steve’s.

“You’ll be the end of me, you know that?” he sighed dramatically. But Steve just smiled and pulled him into another kiss. ____

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Movie date: part 2

Pairing: Steddie · Rating: G · No warnings, pure fluff! · 1106 words

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Eddie had been hanging out at the family video store a lot lately, Steve noticed. Always prepared with a cheeky joke, a stunning grin on his face and wearing these tight faded jeans that Steve had to pry his eyes off of.

At the counter, where Steve was sorting through returned VHS tapes, Eddie was currently checking out the new releases with a slightly snobbish look of a self pronounced film critic. Robin was working next to Steve at the register. It was a slow day for a Friday afternoon and Steve welcomed distraction. Preferably in the form of his longtime crush.

“Any plans for the weekend yet?” Eddie asked curiously.

“No, not yet.” Steve mumbled, setting down the pile of tapes next to the computer.

“You know, I would take you to the movies'', said Eddie with one elbow on the counter and leaning into Steve’s space, “but they don't allow snacks.” He raised his brows at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.

A loud noise of something clattering to the ground. Robin had knocked over the carefully organized stack of video tapes that Steve had set on the counter.

Steve stared at Eddie dumbfoundedly. “You’re an idiot, Munson”, he blushed and shook his head.

“So, pick you up at seven?” Eddie grinned.

Steve looked up at him. That self confident grin on his face, accompanied by his cute dimples. “Sure…” he answered before he even knew what he was getting himself into.

“Alright then, see you later, Harrington!” Eddie winked at him and turned around to leave the store. Steve’s view panned downwards until Robin’s voice ripped him from his trance of ogling Eddie’s cute jean clad butt.

“That’s a date, oh my God, Eddie just asked you out!” she shrieked.

“What? Nooo…” Steve pondered, a small crease appearing between his eyebrows, “You think so?”

“Woah, don’t hurt yourself, Stevie boy”, Robin chuckled, picking up the tapes she had dropped. ”He’s finally making a move. I thought that’s what you’ve been hoping for.”

“I mean, yeah, I’m just not sure this is actually meant to be a date. What if it’s just two friends hanging out? How do you know, when it’s two guys? Or two girls?” Steve was now full on spiraling, breathing erratically and waving his arms around.

Robin took hold of Steve’s arms and pinned them to his sides. “Breathe… And you’re asking the wrong queer here. I still haven’t figured out if Nancy is genuinely laughing at my flirty jokes because she likes me, too or if she’s just being polite.” She pressed her lips together, forming a thin line of discontent. She let go of Steve’s arms. “Just wait and see, okay? Don’t freak out, my guess is that he likes you as more than a friend.”

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At the theater, Eddie bought two tickets for A Nightmare on Elm Street Part 2: Freddy's Revenge. They got in line to order some popcorn and soft drinks. Sweet and salty mixed popcorn in one big bucket. “It’s great, trust me!” Eddie tried to persuade him when Steve gave him a slightly disgusted look.

They made their way to the theater. “Sequels are not very good most of the time though…” Steve commented.

“There’s other stuff we could do if the movie is boring…” Eddie joked, but Steve just shoved him playfully, making Eddie spill popcorn all over the floor.

As they walked up to their seats at the very back, Steve didn’t fail to notice that Eddie must’ve chosen them on purpose. The kind of seats where someone would take a date to make out with while completely ignoring the movie. Several seats around them were free. Steve felt a little nervous all of a sudden and something was stirring in his chest with excitement. He dug into the popcorn that was sitting between them.

“Huh, this is actually pretty good…” Steve admitted.

“I have excellent taste. I’m here with you after all.” Eddie deadpanned and took a large handful himself, stuffing his face with it.

Steve almost choked on his popcorn and had to take a big gulp of his drink to wash it down. He was about to retaliate, but got cut off by the loud commercials that started playing.

The movie appeared to be a bit lame at first and they laughed at the exaggerated writing. But the tension began to grow as the film progressed and Freddy Krueger popped up more frequently. With his disfigured face, his evil grin bearing rotten teeth and the gloved hand equipped with sharp razors he used to kill his prey, he looked truly gruesome, Steve thought.

When another teenager fell victim to Freddy with a horrible scream, Steve jumped in his seat and grabbed Eddie’s thigh. “Sorry!” He apologized when Eddie hissed in pain.

“You’re really not used to horror movies, are you?” Eddie snickered under his breath. “Want me to hold your hand, Stevie?”

He held out his hand towards Steve, who simply ignored it. “I‘m fine. I hate jumpscares, that’s all.” Steve grunted and sunk deeper into his seat cushion.

A while later in the film the tension was building up towards the finale and the suspenseful soundtrack filled the theater. Steve could feel that creeping anticipation of another jumpscare, his heart was racing and his breathing quickened. Without thinking about it, he took hold of Eddie’s hand and squeezed it. He didn’t look over to Eddie when he did it. When he felt Eddie squeezing it back, the hopeful stirring in Steve’s chest was back.

The expected jumpscare passed and Steve could finally relax again. His breathing went back to normal as they watched the story conclude with a happy ending and the terror of Freddy Krueger terminated.

The credits began to roll and Eddie hadn’t pulled his hand away.

They had been holding hands throughout the last half hour of the movie. Upon this realization Steve’s cheeks turned pink: “I hate –”

“Jumpscares, I know.” Eddie whispered in a soft voice, now turning to Steve and giving him a gentle smile. This time, he wasn't teasing and Steve blushed even harder.

Eddie was so close, Steve could almost count the freckles on his nose. He smelled really nice, too, like popcorn and a hint of cinnamon. His beautiful doe eyes were locked with his own and Eddie’s face was flushed as well. He was still holding Steve’s hand while absentmindedly stroking over it with his thumb.

Steve’s eyes darted to Eddie’s mouth and he wondered if he would taste the sweet and salty mixture on his lips… His heart was pounding against his chest, when he shifted closer…

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