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Being in multiple fandoms gives me so many options for content, but I have reached a point where I need to read half a post to figure out which fandom I am in fact consuming. Why are all the love interests Eddie?
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"What do you mean you don't remember your first kiss?" Eddie asked, giving Steve that look he always got whenever he made the mistake of mentioning that piece of information about his past.
Steve shrugged, feeling uncomfortable and hoped Eddie would drop it. "I just don't remember it. Guess it wasn't memorable."
Eddie rolled his eyes, "You're telling me your first kiss wasn't memorable?"
"Yeah, man. It's whatever."
Now, both Eddie and Steve knew that was a lie. Not that Steve necessarily cared about something like a first kiss, but it bothered him that everyone seemed to have either a funny or sweet story to tell.
Like how Robin's first kiss had happened under a tree with her first girl crush, or how Nancy's first kiss only happened because the guy was kind of scared of her, or how Jonathan's first kiss only happened with Nancy.
"Do you remember yours?" Steve asked and Eddie nodded instantly.
"Of course I do."
Steve raised a brow at him and Eddie chuckled.
"It wasn't anything special, really. I kissed a guy under the bleachers and he never spoke to me again after that, the end."
Eddie was using that voice he always used whenever something bothered him.
"So it wasn't good," Steve said as he placed his hand on top of Eddie's. What was worse, not remembering your first kiss or feeling like shit about it?
"The kiss was ok. It was barely a kiss, I had no idea what to do with my hands and tongue and it was a little weird. Nothing to write home about, that's for sure. But I lost a friend that day and it really sucked. It made me think kisses are more powerful than they have any right to be."
And wasn't that the truth? Steve remembered other first kisses. Like his first kiss with Nancy, that he thought was gonna be the last first kiss of his life. He was wrong about that, of course.
"I know what you mean," Steve said. His hand was still on top of Eddie's but now Eddie was smiling.
And then he was grinning.
"I have an idea," he said, looking like a maniac. And Steve knew that couldn't be a good thing.
"Should I be scared?"
Eddie laughed. "Probably. What if..."
"Yeah?"
"We kissed."
Time seemed to stop for a second and then Steve was frowning at Eddie.
"What?"
"Yeah! Think about it, Steve," Eddie said, getting up. He always got restless when his brain started to work in full power. Steve thought it was kind of cute. "You can pretend this was your first kiss, so then when people tell you you can picture it and just make up some story about it."
Steve raised a brow, "I'm pretty sure that's not how first kisses work. Plus, what's in it for you? You remember your first kiss."
Eddie shrugged, throwing himself back on the couch and landing much closer to Steve than he was before. "Sure. But then I can will my brain to understand kisses don't have to mean something. This could just be a friendly kiss between two friends. Nothing else."
For some reason that didn't seem right, but Steve nodded anyway.
"Ok."
Eddie's eyes widened. "Ok?"
"Yeah, ok. Let's kiss and see what happens," Steve said. "What?"
Eddie bit his lower lip, "I don't know. I just didn't think you were gonna say yes."
Steve laughed, throwing his head back. Classic Eddie. His mouth was too big for his own good. Steve fucking loved it.
"Well, that's ok. I'll help you," Steve said, leaning in close.
He could see Eddie's eyelashes and the way his cheeks were tinted red. Steve placed a hand on the nape of his neck and heard the exact moment Eddies's breath hitched in his chest.
"Is this ok?" he asked. Eddie might talk a big talk but Steve wasn't about to cross any boundaries. If he said he was just joking Steve would pull back and pretend it had never happened.
But Eddie didn't, so Steve stayed. Close to him but still not kissing him.
"Y-yeah," Eddie said, nodding slightly. Steve smiled and buried his hand on Eddie's hair before leaning in and pressing their lips together.
The kiss was slow and sweet and Eddie was pliant on Steve's hand. For all his attitude, Steve kind of liked to shut him up like that.
Steve was about to pull back when Eddie whined in the back of his throat and pulled him close by the waist. He had no idea where all that came from but before he noticed he was straddling Eddie's lap and kissing him like his life depended on it.
Eddie tasted like cigarettes and Mountain Dew and Steve thought that combination might be his new favorite. He was so responsive as he kissed Steve back, opening his mouth and letting Steve explore as much as he wanted and all that while holding on to his hips.
Steve liked how Eddie's hands curled around him. Like they belonged there.
When it was becoming clear neither of them was interested in stopping, Steve pulled back so he could look at Eddie's face. All he could see was the pure want in his eyes.
"That's a pretty nice first kiss," Steve said playfully and Eddie snorted, squeezing at his waist.
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm glad," Eddie smiled at him and it was the greatest thing ever. "I can't say the same for my part of the deal though."
Steve frowned. "What do you mean?"
Eddie let his head fall back into the couch and closed his eyes. Steve felt his heart hammering in his chest. Had Eddie hated the kiss?
When he opened his eyes there was an intensity behind them that made Steve want to get up and run.
"I can't pretend it doesn't mean anything, Stevie."
Oh.
Before he knew it, Steve was leaning in and stealing another kiss from Eddie's lips. This time when they parted Steve didn't bother moving too far from him.
"Then don't."
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Steve’s never noticed a man’s neck before. But he keeps catching glances of Eddie’s and can’t figure out why it’s doing things to him. Specifically his junk.
He assumes it’s because he’s jealous. Or maybe it’s just more prominent because of Eddie’s long hair?
But neither of those reasons explain why he wants to put his teeth in it.
“Rob, do you think I could have a delay in symptoms from those bats?”
“What do you mean? Do you think you finally got rabies? Steve, you were supposed to get that shot!”
“No, no. I did, that’s not it. No, but there are like bats that are vampires right? Could I be a vampire?” He raises his eyebrows in concern.
Robin, however, visibly relaxes and goes back to her book. They’re keeping each other company during another slow shift.
“No, you’re not a vampire.”
“How do you know? I mean, I kinda want to bite Eddie,” he says with such assurance.
“What?” Robin scrunches her face.
“Yeah, it’s bad.” He leans over the counter resting on his elbows. “Yesterday, when he stopped in after dropping the kids off, it took everything inside of me not to tip his head back and sink my teeth into the long muscle on his neck.”
“Ew, that is not… is that why you think you’re a vampire?”
“It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“And-and not that you might be…? Oh my god,” she lowers her head into her hands. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this. Do you also want to lick his neck? And I don’t know, maybe kiss it?”
Steve pauses, letting her question tumble around in his mind before responding.
“Yeah, yeah, I wanna do that too. Does that make me a vampire?” His voice raises in fear.
“No, dingus. No, it doesn’t,” she sighs. “I think it does make you the muppet in this situation though.”
Steve tilts his head trying to understand what she’s talking about, when the little bell above the door tinkles, drawing his attention.
Eddie saunters into the store while casually pulling his hair up into a ponytail.
“Hey!”
Steve zeros in on the taut neck muscle begging for Steve’s lips.
“Ohhhhh,” he whips his head back to Robin. “I want to fuck him.”
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Saw a mutual on a friend/dating app today and I'm so embarrassed for myself
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forever torn between "Steve is mean to everyone but he's meaner to Eddie and Eddie thinks it's so fucking hot" and "Steve is mean to everyone BUT Eddie, and Eddie's 🥺 (and he still thinks mean Steve is extremely hot)"
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✨ Manifesting this for S7 ✨
PS This edit lives in my head rent free 😮💨😮💨😮💨
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Buddie Countdown to Season 7:
64 days.
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god forbid we objectify men and their big hairy chests and their muscular thighs and their facial hair and thick brow bones and their big rough hands and their
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transmasc Steve with weirdly supportive parents at the beginning, they pay for t-shots, an overhaul of his wardrobe, and (later) top surgery, and the family moves to Hawkins so Steve has a new school and a chance to be him without the weight of how he hadn't fit in before
but it becomes this thing, this burden with weight and expectations. because Richard Harrington, he'd always wanted a boy, a man to take over the business, a prodigal son
so it's like a cursed monkey paw at home: have to be a boy in a certain way, date the right sort of people, and definitely only date girls
and Steve's mixed up because he's grateful, he is, but when does he get to live as himself and not an extension of the Harrington's? does he even deserve to for all that they've done for him?
and so he becomes a bit of an asshole, absorbed in presenting in The Right Way, which means being an aggressive asshole, right?
sports, cars, girlfriends.
right?
then the Upside Down happens and happens again, and Steve learns that there are more important and scarier things than Richard Harrington and his expectations
it's not easy and it's not quick, but Steve gets a new family of kids in his back pocket, and a platonic soulmate on his shoulder. he finds that he can paint his nails with Robin and still be a boy, he can care and cook for Max while she's having a hard time after Billy and still be masculine, he can fall in love with Eddie Munson and still be a man
Steve is more than what Richard Harrington would make of him
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Eddie getting shot and he asks if Buck’s ok?? MY BOYS ARE INLOVE 😭
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being on tumblr on new years eve actually makes you feel so good about being in bed doing fuckall because you see your mutuals doing the same unlike other social media where you log on to see photos of drinks and fireworks and fakedeep posts about healing and whatever
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This is my favorite pic and I needed to make it Eddie.
(Steve took this photo. He and Eddie moved to a big city, so Eddie could persue his music career)
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Cried so hard I dislocated a rib must be Christmas
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