#UGH THE IDEA OF EDDIE PLAYING INTO IT AND MAKING STEVE SO HAPPY MAKES ME FUCKINH
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Steve gets the idea from Dustin and Robin, in a roundabout way: Robin insists on buying a camping stove from The War Zone, which Dustin pounces upon with glee as soon as he notices it.
“Oh, we’re cooking with gas now,” he says, which is the worst pun Steve has heard thus far.
Eddie snorts, almost but not quite hidden underneath the sound of the engine. Steve smiles.
“Y’know there’s a stove right here?” he asks in benign exasperation, gestures behind him to the little kitchen area of the RV.
“Steve,” Robin says, “that’s not as fun.”
“Yeah, come on, Steve! It’ll be like at Camp Know Where—”
“Know Nothing,” Steve mutters automatically.
“—we oft dined al fresco.”
“Oft,” Eddie parrots, and Steve can faintly feel the movement of him laughing, from where he’s pressed up against the back of the driver’s seat. “Al fresco. Henderson, what lab did they make you in?”
“Eddie, either shut up or back me up, I wanna get a culturally enriching experience outta this.”
“Oh, excuse me, didn’t realise this was a field trip.”
“You’re excused.”
“Okay,” Steve cuts in, “have fun playing at camping, Henderson, but don’t come crying to me if you, like, blow yourself up.”
Robin chuckles. “Such a happy camper.”
“Boo,” Steve says flatly.
He parks the RV a little bit away from a store just off the main road—heads in alone as it’ll draw less attention. Out loud, he says it’s so he can focus without hearing whining pleas to buy junk food, whether Dustin-approved or not, but he already knows he’ll cater to each and every one of the group’s demands.
Eddie, surprisingly, doesn’t put in a request, says he’s happy to just go along with whatever everyone else wants—a far cry from when Nancy had relayed, with more amusement than frustration, “He said he wants a six-pack.”
Steve figures that the whole being wanted for murder thing would kill anyone’s appetite, but it still makes his stomach sink, that the most substantial meal Eddie’s gotten a chance to eat has been lukewarm Spaghettios.
They set up ‘camp’ in a field, and Robin’s the first to rush outside, shortly followed by Dustin, both intent on using the stove she’s bought.
Steve leaves them all to it, kind of enjoys the temporary peace of just messing about in the RV on his own—it gives him enough time to find where some crockery is kept, anyway.
He’s heating up chicken noodle soup on the stove when Eddie comes back in and tells him, “They got it working, no explosions yet.”
“Oh, miracles can happen. Good timing, by the way.” Steve switches the burner off, pours the soup into a bowl and sets it down on the table—where he’s already laid out a spoon. “Yours is ready.”
At first he doesn’t think the silence is all that unusual. He’s not really looking either, focusing on rinsing out the pan he’d used. But when he does glance up, it’s to see Eddie just standing there, looking at the bowl of soup and blinking rapidly.
It’s almost like… almost like he’s—
“Woah, hey,” Steve says, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” Eddie says, even though he’s still quite clearly tearing up. “Absolutely nothing. Jesus Christ.” He groans, presses a couple of fingers to the inner corner of his eyes. “This is fucking mortifying, just pretend you didn’t—ugh.”
In barely a blink, he shuts himself away in the bathroom.
Steve opens his mouth. Closes it. Tries again.
“Hate soup that much, huh?”
A watery laugh from behind the door. “No.”
There’s a silence. Steve dries the pan and puts it away before calling, “It’s gonna get cold!”
It won’t for a while yet; he can still see tendrils of steam rising from the bowl.
There’s a long, drawn out sigh, and then Eddie opens the door, sidles in to take a seat at the table.
For a moment, Steve thinks he isn’t going to acknowledge it, which is fine. But as Eddie picks up the spoon he says, head down, “It’s just. That was, uh. Really—really nice.”
Steve’s concern abates a little; he can’t help giving a slight smirk. “Would it help if I was mean instead?”
Eddie laughs again, no tears in it this time. He shrugs with a grin. “Do whatever you want, man.”
He’s eating slowly, his spoon dragging through the soup. His eyes seem distant.
“It’s just… I miss—” His voice threatens to break, but doesn’t quite get there. “I miss… home.”
Before Steve can think of a reasonable reply, Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes. He drops the spoon with a clatter. “God, that sounds so—”
“It doesn’t,” Steve interrupts.
“Yeah, sure.” Eddie picks up the spoon again, keeps scraping it against the bottom of the bowl.
“Dude, what did I tell you? You’ve gotta give yourself a break.”
Steve pauses, stuck on what to say next.
He can’t even relate, honestly. Home has long become something he couldn’t… Something he couldn’t really miss, exactly.
It’s ever-changing: the luxury of eating a late breakfast in History; the crunch of leaves underfoot as he walked the railroad tracks with Dustin; the chill of the freezer in Scoops Ahoy, Robin’s snorting laugh bouncing off the walls.
Now it’s his car radio playing as he gives rides on busy school mornings. A high school basketball game. A goddamn video store.
“I think you have this thing,” Steve says slowly.
“A promising start,” Eddie says, lips twitching.
He’s finished the soup. The sight spurs Steve on.
“I think you have this thing,” he repeats, more confidently, “where you think that, like, we’re seasoned monster-killers, and you’re—”
“Uh, speaking objectively, Harrington, that’s kinda what you are.”
“My point is,” Steve says, “that you don’t need to—shit, I don’t know, man. Just. You don’t need to apologise or whatever. You’re doing fine.”
Eddie blinks. He’s cupping the empty bowl with his hands, breathing a little deeper, like the residual warmth is calming.
And that Steve can relate to: in the days after Starcourt, when Robin pretty much dragged him to her house, empty thanks to her folks visiting extended family. They both pretended that they just wanted to stay up late because they could, because they were just teenagers enjoying the summer, and Robin had made shitty hot chocolate from a powder, heating up milk on the stove; when Steve complained that he could hardly enjoy it through a busted lip, she’d said, still jittery, “I just thought—it’s just nice to hold, y’know?”
She was right.
One of Eddie’s fingers starts tapping against the bowl, the underside of his ring making a series of restless clinks. Steve wants to still his hand, gently press it further into the warmth. Settle him.
Eddie stands up with the bowl.
“I can—”
“Nah, I’ve got it,” Eddie says, already at the sink. He turns on the faucet, smiles. “Thanks, by the way.”
It’s so simple, so domestic, and all of a sudden, Steve’s struck with a thought: oh, I want this.
“No problem. I’ll get you something better, after… um, everything.”
Eddie chuckles. “Oh, Jesus, I think I actually would kill for some fries.”
Steve clicks his fingers. “So we’ll make it happen.”
“We?”
“Yeah, I hate to break it to you, man, but as soon as they hear about free fries—” Steve jerks his head towards the chatter outside, “—they’re gonna demand to come with, they’re like piranhas.”
He expects Eddie to play up the joke, to groan and complain.
But while he does laugh, Eddie just sighs before saying in earnest, “That sounds fucking fantastic.”
And his eyes are warm and fond, like maybe he’s found another home in all of them, too.
#another ‘throwaway’ line from a previous ficlet wouldn’t let me go#pre steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steve and robin#steve and the party#eddie and the party#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve and dustin#eddie and dustin
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*slaps credit card on table* i need someone to please expand on the idea of chubby!eddie and how he gets so soft and pliant during sex because his body just gets more sensitive >:} underneath his stomach and his inner thighs and shockingly his collarbone area like????? GGAGSGAGGSGAGAGAGSB STOP ME IF THIS IS TOO CRAY ZEE
🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!!!!!anon!!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️
ugh ughhhhhhhhh ooey gooey subby chubby eddie yessssssss 👹👹👹
eddie who has pills to take so it’s a reminder to always eat three square meal a day. eddie who saw death and doesn’t want to go anywhere near it again. he looks after himself, does what the doctors tell him, let’s wayne look after him, eats the vegetables he buys. starts accepting people’s love. starts accepting steve’s love.
eddie who noticed his sweats getting tighter at the hospital. who has to get pyjamas in the next size up. who gets little red lines along his sides suddenly. who’s nipples get hard where his softened pecs rub against his t-shirts.
eddie who has a boy. a boy who likes him. likes touching him, squeezing him. and eddie can’t help it. can’t help the way his mind and legs turn to jelly. at steve sucking on his neck, playing with his hair, licking over his collar bones and biting the soft swell of his lower belly. maybe it’s just steve that makes him like that. electric and pliant. maybe it’s this new body eddie’s leaning into. maybe it’s been there in him all along.
eddie who ends up two sizes bigger by the end of the year. smiles coming easier than ever before. another size up by the end of the next. better sex than he’s ever had before. this bigger softer body of his way more fun than the old one. eddie who finally feels safe, and alive.
eddie who likes feeling how his belly squishes agains steve’s flat torso. likes feeling himself move and jiggle when he tops steve. like feeling how his body’s changing. how it always feels good. knows he’s always a good boy.
and service mouth steve who just wants to be buried between eddie’s legs 24/7. biting and sucking at eddies pale thighs, grabbing handfuls of eddies ass as he swallows him down, nose in his pubes. pulling out whines and moans and making eddie writhe. teasing eddie that he’s ‘so soft its like eating out a girl’, mean little smirk as he watches eddie go pink all over at the thought.
eddie who likes getting too full and letting that make him lazy, on long sunday afternoons. likes to splay out on the couch, begging for steve to play with him, squish him into the pillows and squeezes all his sensitive spots. ride him or fuck him using his belly and sides as a handle. making eddie wriggle and moan and feel putty soft and pretty in steve’s hands.
soft, squishy, sensitive, happy, eddie munson.
#anon u r a menace#let’s talk more!!!#ty so much for this! hope the reply is okay#hotlunch#steddie#chubby eddie munson#<3#anon#steddie wg
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Playing the Game Part 8 (Steve X Plus Size Reader)
A/N: Can I just run my fingers through his hair please? This idea came to me and just took over. It is a bit longer than my other stories but for some reason it felt right for these two. I hope you guys had a happy Thanksgiving :)
Warnings: Dom/Daddy Steve and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) Cute Steve with the reader's family. Mentions of the color system here. Since the last time, they've definitely had more conversations about stuff like this. Oh! Mentions of bullying from readers high school days.
Word count: 5991
Clapping erupted from the table near the back of your store as the boys played their weekly D &D game. You watched them from your perch at your counter with an amused smile.
“Time check, Gentlemen! I’m closing in an hour.”
“Oh, come on!”, Dustin pouts. “Eddie can lock up.”
“Henderson, if you think I’m leaving Eddie, you, and Mike ALONE in my closed store you are insane. I would come back the next morning to zero inventory.”
“Okaaaay… why don’t you just close but hang out with us?”
“Pfft. Five buck’s Princess has a date with Harrington tonight.”, Eddie giggles from behind his makeshift wall.
You glance at your watch, making a face. “Ok, see, you just wasted 3 minutes of your playtime arguing with me.”
Dustin scrunches his face. “Ugh, playtime. We’re not babies, you know!”
The bell above the door dings as Steve scurries in quickly. “Fuck! It’s cold out there. Hey baby.” He heads straight for the counter giving you a sweet peck on the lips. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just babysitting.” You lift an eyebrow in Dustin’s direction.
Eddie swats his arm lightly. “Told you.”
“55 minutes!” You tap at your watch, chuckling as you turn your attention back to Steve. He looked so adorable bundled up in his winter wear. He pulled off his hat and scarf, placing them on the counter. A grin spread across his face when he noticed you smiling at him while he was fixing his hair.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just love you.” You reached over grabbing his collar to pull him down for another kiss. He came around to your side, wrapping you up in his arms. Leaning your head on his chest you could smell the mixture of his cologne and the cool winter Indiana air. “I wanted to ask you something.”
Steve takes a seat in the stool next to your own. “Ask away.”
“We haven’t really talked about it but what are you doing for Thanksgiving? Were you spending it with your family?”
“Oh shit.” He sighed, running his hand along the back of his neck nervously. You reached out talking it in yours as you interlocked your fingers with his. “I hadn’t thought about it, honestly. I can’t remember the last time we actually had a Thanksgiving dinner. Probably because it would be awkward as hell.” He flashed his teeth as he smiled over at you. “I don’t think they’re doing anything and even if they were I probably wouldn’t go. My dad wouldn’t want me to bring you and that would be out of the question.”
“Steve…”
“Why do you ask? Did you want to do something together?”
“So, I kind of finally told my parents I was seeing someone and they kind of told me to ask you to come eat with us.” You cringe playfully making him laugh. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. It wouldn’t just be like my parents. It would be my grandparents and aunts and uncles and I’m realizing that I am rambling like Robin so I’m going to stop.”
Steve’s grin grew as you were talking and now he was caught up in fit of giggles, grabbing his stomach as he tried to calm down. “Whew! God, Baby Girl, I love watching you get all flustered and nervous like this.”
You roll your eyes and his fingers reach out to grab your chin, turning you look at him. “None of that.” He smiles softly as his thumb traces your lips. “I’d love to meet your family. But I only want to go if you want me to. Do you want me to go?”
You lightly kiss the pad of his finger as you lean your face further into his palm. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
Your eyes flick to the boys playing around behind him who are completely distracted with their game. Steve’s amber eyes shimmer as he waits. “Yes Daddy. I want you to go.”
He pulls your lips to his and doesn’t let you go until he hears beeping coming from your wrist. You giggle at him as you graze your nose against his. “Are you ready? You get to hear my mom voice.”
Steve smiles as he leans back out of your way. “Hey! It is now 8pm. Hellfire club must come to a close and all of you beautiful nerds must get the fuck out.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The grumble as they start to gather their things.
“Can’t be to upset. If I had a hot date like Harrington waiting for me, I’d kick everyone out to.”, Eddie says as he slides on his leather jacket.
“Oh sure. It’s my fault and not because, oh I don’t know, the store closes at eight o’clock!”
You head over to the table they were playing on but before you can get there Steve runs ahead of you grabbing one end while Eddie lifts the other and places it in the back room. You flick off the light, shaking your head.
“Steve! I can lift things.”
“No, I know, baby. You’re strong.”
You narrow your eyes jokingly at his mocking tone. He reaches for your jacket, holding it open so you can slide your arms in. Eddie coughs to get Steve’s attention, holding up his hat.
“Excuse me, Harrington. Can you be a gentleman and help me put this on?”
Steve scrunches his face in annoyance as you laugh. “Eddie, leave him alone. It’s refreshing. I like it.” You beam up at him, resisting all urges to end that sentence with his title. “As a matter of fact, Steve?” You hold your arms up and out of the way. “Can you help me button this?”
Eddie huffs out a chuckle as Steve pushes his arm. “It would be my pleasure.”
You stick out your tongue at the metalhead. “Oh my god. Ok, I’m getting out of here before I throw up. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon when I clock in, Princess.”
“Bye Munson. Be careful on the road with the snow!”
He waves his hand at you as he heads out the door. Steve gets to your last button and playfully shoves your ski cap over your hair, blocking your eyes. You fix it with a smile as you reach for his hand. “Thank you, Daddy.”
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“Anything I should know?” Steve looked over you at your house.
“My brother and father may threaten you at least once but other than that,” you smile at him. “Honestly, if you can handle Robin, you can handle my family.”
He gets out of the car, jogging to your side to open the door for you. “Yeah, but this would be like ten Robins in one room.”
“That sounds kind of sexy actually.”
You both laugh as you walk up the stairs. He watches you with wide eyes as you fumble with a set of keys. “You still have a key to your parent’s house?”
“Yeah, of course. You don’t?” He shakes his head and you exhale a frustrated sigh about his family.
As soon as the door opens, you two are met with the loud chaos of the home. You wave to family members on the sofa watching football as you start removing your winter wear. Out of habit, Steve still holds your jacket as you wiggle out of it. A kid skids into view and tackles your lower body.
“Oh my god.” You lift her up into your arms. “Lily this is Steve. Steve, meet my heavy niece, Lily.” He flashes his charming smile at her and she giggles as she blushes. You carry her towards the kitchen with Steve trailing behind.
“This belongs to someone.” You point at Lily as your sister-in-law laughs, taking her from your grasp. “Hey mama.”
Your mom turns from the pot she’s been focus on, reaching over to embrace you. “Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here. Now where is he? Did you bring him?”
Steve enters the kitchen, extending his hand as he introduces himself. Instead of shaking it, your mom immediately pulls him in for a hug. “We hug in this family, Steve. I’m so happy to meet you.”
He grins down at her as he rolls up his sleeves. “Can I help with anything?”
Your mom looks over at you making a cute, amused face. “Oh, Y/N and he’s polite to! No, baby. I’m good for right now. Marcus may need something though.”
He looks over at you as you mouth the words “My dad.”
You reach for his hand, guiding him towards the back of the house. “You look like her. Your mom, I mean.”
“Thank you.” You turn around and grin at him.
“Can I ask you something?” You hum in approval pausing next to a set of double doors. “Did you ever bring your ex here? This doesn’t—”
“Seem like his scene? Yeah, nope. You’re the first boy I’ve brought home.” Steve grins widely at your confession. You start to turn the knob in front of you but stop glancing back to him. “Um, so my family doesn’t know the real reason Ben and I broke up. If that could stay between us, I’d appreciate that.”
He leans down to kiss your forehead before you finally open the door in front of you that leads into an indoor back patio. An older gentleman quickly got up from his chair, placing his half-finished cigar on to the ashtray.
You wrap your arms around him as he pulls you into a big bear hug. He eyes Steve up and down. “Hello there. I’m Marcus, Y/N’s father.” He extends his hand as Steve reaches out to shake it. He gestures to the other boy at the table. “This is my son Jack. Jackson, get up and say hello!” Your brother rises and shakes Steve’s hand as well.
“Mom said you might need help with something.”
“She lied.”, he laughs. “She knows I need to vet your new boyfriend here.” You glance apologetically at Steve who returns it with a smile and a wink. You start to take a seat but your brother stops.
“No, no. Can’t have you here defending him.”
“There’s nothing to defend.”, you say sarcastically as you glare at him playfully.
He waves his hand at you towards the house. As you start to whine your dad gives you both a stern look. “Stop being mean to your sister. You, go on.”
Steve watches the interaction with utter delight. He was seeing a totally new side of you that, to him, explained more of who you were making you more beautiful. More questions started to build up in his mind but that would have to wait for later. Right now, he needed to show your family that he was worthy of you.
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After Thanksgiving lunch, you helped your mom do the dishes while Steve sat with your dad, brother, and grandparents watching football. One of your uncles was passed out in a chair while your aunts stayed around the dinner table to gossip. Your cousins were strewn out on the floor in different place on their own devices. Your mom poked you with her elbow and gestured toward Steve with her head.
You both watched as your niece waddled over and whispered something to him. He smiled, nodding his head, sitting down on the floor with her as she opened her coloring book and handed him a drawing to color in.
“I like him a lot.”, your mom whispered.
“Me to.”
“You said you guys went to school together? I don’t remember seeing him.”
You told her the basics about how popular he was and how you both moved in different social circles. Your brother had already graduated by the time you and Steve became freshman at Hawkins. You mention his family and sigh heavily.
“I know his mother.” You drop the dish in your hand and turn to look at her. “Not personally but Hawkins is a small town and the ladies and I talk. There are rumors about how she doesn’t trust her husband. I hear so much about their marriage; I didn’t even realize they had a son.”
You reach for a towel as you try your hands. “Honestly, I don’t think they do either. I hate the way they treat him. Like he’s a bad investment or something.”
Your mother gently rubs your arm. “Well, he’s always welcome here.”
A few hours go by and most of your family have headed back home. Your niece asked you if she could call your boyfriend uncle Steve which made you giggle. Your brother gave you big hug before they headed to their car. “I like him. Definitely an upgrade from some of the other douchebags you dated.”
You smiled, waving, before running back inside to the warmth. When you looked around, you noticed Steve had disappeared. You mom gestures her head down the hallway. As you go looking for him, you hear his aggravated tone in the guest bedroom.
“I think it’s hilarious that your upset with me but don’t think to call me until five in the afternoon. Let alone before the actual holiday. She invited me to meet her family two weeks ago.”
You stand outside the door and listen in.
“No. No! Dad, I can’t do this right now… I’ll ask her but I’m not just leaving… Because that’s what couples do! Plus, I’m not just leaving her here and leaving her family after they’ve been so good to me today.” There’s a long pause before he huffs and you hear heavy footsteps as the he swings the open, coming face to face with you.
“You know, it’s not polite to eavesdrop, little one.” His shoulders visibly deflate as he meets your sympathetic eyes. “My, uh, dad says happy Thanksgiving.”
“What else did he say?”
“He said that him and my mom ordered catering. That dinner would be at seven if I wanted to come…alone.”
“You should go.” His eyebrows furrow in your direction. “Steve, we’ve been here all day. It’s fine. My parents will understand. I understand.”
“Baby girl, what did I say to you when you asked me if I was doing anything with them before inviting me here?” He pulled you closer to him wrapping his arms around your waist. “What did I say?”
“Even if your parents were doing something, you wouldn’t go without me.” He affirms your answer with a nod. “But Steve, I’m telling you it’s ok.”
“And I’m telling you it’s not.” His tone vaguely dipped into that authoritative territory that made your knees weak.
Your eyes suddenly lit up as you looked up at him. “Let me show you something.” You unhook his hands from around you and tug him down the hallway before opening another door, pulling him in.
“Since I invaded your childhood bedroom…”
Steve smiles as he looks around your room. His soft eyes glide along your John Hughes movie posters as he points at “The Breakfast Club” one across from your bed. “I’ve actually seen this movie.”
“Oooo… Look at you, Steve Harrington.”, you say sarcastically, grinning over at him. “I was in love with John Bender.” You see that cute, confused expression cross his face before you move towards him and point to Judd Nelson in the back with his leather glove and jean jacket.
“I was more this guy.”, Steve points to Emilio Estevez in his letterman jacket. He gestures towards Ally Sheedy. “You were her, I bet.”
You bite your bottom lip, trying to keep your grin from growing. “I was. You know those two got together in the end?”
Steve fingers reach out to caress your cheek as he continues moving around your room. An excited noise escapes his lips as he reaches for a picture frame on your dresser. “Please, PLEASE, tell me that this is you AND Robin.” He shows you the photo of you next to Robin during a pep rally. She has on all of her band gear, holding her instrument high in the air. Your arm is wrapped around her as you mimic her with your other arm. You were wearing black jeans with the Hellfire shirt he has seen Eddie in many times. Your hair was much longer than it is now as your bangs at the time hung in front of your face. A spike studded belt wrapped around with waist as you adorned green neon wrist bands with matching shoes.
He exhaled shakily as he stared down at high school you. “That would indeed be me and Robin.” Your eyes scanned his face, unable to read his expression. “Ok, I get it. I looked like a dork.” You giggled as you tried to take the frame but he immediately pulled it out of your reach.
“Are you kidding me? You were so gorgeous. God, I wish I hadn’t been so stupid back then.” Steve’s smiling face meets yours. “I mean there are some things I’m glad are different. These bangs are blocking those beautiful eyes.”
You blush, trying to hide your cheeks. “Do you want to see more?” Steve followed you down to the floor as you reached into a bookshelf, pulling out a photo album. You passed it to him but before he could open it, he felt you gently push headphones over his ears. Smiling, you put on your own set and pushed play on the stereo. You positioned your body so you were flat on your stomach and he followed your lead as the music began to play.
“Moving forwards, using all my breath
Making love to you was never second best
I saw the world thrashing all around your face
Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace”
A soft grin remained on his face as he looked through your photos. Occasionally he would pause at a high school photo of you and you would watch his expression as he seemed to time travel to the moment. Where was he at that time? What was he doing while you here? You couldn’t help but wonder how different things would have been…
“I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you”
You envisioned an alternate reality where Steve was behind the camera taking that picture of you with the Hellfire gang. He’s the one pushing that prom corsage on your wrist. His arms are wrapped around you as you pose with your friends at graduation.
“Dream of better lives the kind which never hate (You should see why)
Trapped in the state of imaginary grace (You should know better)”
Steve closed the album as he pulled off the headphones and you followed suit.
“Thank you.”, his voice came out soft and low. “Thank you for…everything.”
You rolled on to your back, scooting closer to him as he lifted his arm and placed it across your chest. He craned his neck to kiss your lips as you reached up to hold him closer to you. As your tongue invaded him mouth you heard your mom call your name. You whined as you cleared your throat.
“Yes?!”
“Hey! Don’t just ‘yes’ your mother! Get your butt out here!” You and Steve laugh at your dad’s comment. He rises to his feet and reaches for you to help you up. You both hear him continue to grumble as you head down the hall towards the kitchen. “I swear, honey. They grow up but nothing changes.”
“Ay ok! I’m here! Yes, mommy?” You turn towards her giving her a big cheesy smile making Steve roll his eyes as he chuckles.
Your dad comes up behind him patting him on the back. “You see that, son? She gets that from her mother. Don’t let that smile fool you!” You stick your tongue out at your dad but you immediately pull it back in when you glance at Steve and see that look in his eyes. He raises his eyebrows as if to remind you to be respectful before delivering you that Harrington wink you have come to know and love.
Your dad sighs letting go the stress of the day which in turn makes your mother laugh. She gestures towards Steve as she starts putting containers in a bag for you both. “Get ready, sweetheart. Here comes big, tough man.”
Marcus makes a face at her before turning to face him. “This is what happens when you’ve been married for so long. Any face or sound you make; they can read it without you saying anything.”
“I love you to, baby.” Your parents smile at each other.
“Now Steve… do you prefer Steve or Steven?”
“He likes Steve, dad.”
Your dad flashes you a playful shocked expression. “I wasn’t askin’ you.” He turns back to Steve and the boy nods affirming your answer.
“Alright, Steve. I’m going to tell you up front. I like you and so does the family. You seem like a good man unlike your father.” Steve eyes widen in surprise. “It’s a small town. Everyone knows Bill Harrington.” Your father turns to face you. “I’ve heard some things about Bill and you, young lady.”
“Pfft. I didn’t do anything to the man.”
“Ok, you do know I’m your father, correct? Known you since birth?”
Your mom chuckles beside you. “Now, THAT she gets from you. Didn’t you get in trouble with Hopper for hitting Kevin Berman?”
“That man was spreading rumors about my child. I regret nothing.” Steve’s eyes shifted towards you and he took note how that name made you quiet. “If I can finish talking to this gentleman here!?” You and your mother giggle at his joking tone. “Steve, we like you and I trust you with my daughter but I swear to the good lord above if you ever hurt her, I will kill you.”
“Yes sir. All though, just so you know, apparently Robin has first dibs on that so you may have to get in line behind her.” Your dad smiles as he nods, shaking Steve’s hand again.
“I love her. Tough as nails that girl is.”
Your mom places a bag on the counter which Steve grabs before you can, carrying it towards the front door. You hug your parents as you both start getting ready to leave.
“Steve, honey, you are welcome here anytime.” She reaches for his face and kisses his cheek.
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“Ok, I have some questions.” Steve strides towards where you were sitting in front of his fireplace, handing you glass of whiskey before throwing himself on the ground beside you. You offer him some of the blanket wrapped around you but he declines. “Berman? Why does that name sound familiar?”
“Probably because you punched the shit out of his son.”
He nods as he comes to the realization. “Kevin and Rachel Berman.”
“Yeah, all though it’s news to me his dad is gossiping. My parents didn’t mention Ben or anything about what happened. I imagine though it adds to the growing hatred your dad has for me.” You glance at him and then back to your glass before you speak. “My mom said she knows yours. Well, not KNOWS. Apparently, your mom is a town gossip as well when it comes to her relationship with your father.”
He takes a swig from his own glass. “Sounds about right. She’s never trusted him but she’s afraid to leave him. The money is too alluring.”
You place the glass you were holding on the coffee table and lay on your back looking up at him. He reaches for his pillow on his couch and places it under your head. “Why didn’t you tell them what happened with Ben?”
Your chuckle comes out more like a sigh. “You just spent time with my dad and brother. They would have killed him.” Steve makes an odd face before taking another sip from his drink. “Ew. What was that?” You point at him, laughing at bit harder.
He smiles down at you as fingers drift over to trace your cheek. “Why did you lie right now?”
“I didn’t lie.”
“Maybe not entirely but I can tell when you’re hiding something.”
You roll your eyes, huffing through your nose. His fingers grip your cheeks turning you to face him. You try to grab his wrist but his other hand comes to hold it to your side. You don’t even bother lifting your other arm. He’s too strong. He doesn’t say anything but his eyes are burning into your own.
“I was embarrassed.” Steve releases his hold on you face as he waits for you to continue. “I’m not the best at choosing relationships. Either they suck because they are unbearably boring or they suck because they are assholes. When I first met Ben, he wasn’t either. We had fun, he was good in bed…kinda—”
“Yeah, we aren’t going to gloss over that.”, he laughs and you again roll your eyes. His sudden rough tone startles you. “Hey! Stop. Doing. That.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” He bends down to place a kiss on your lips. “It all ties in together I promise. He was good guy at first but the longer we were together… Ben stopped spending time with me and when he did it was at those preppy parties. After a few months, I tried to explain to him what I liked sexually and he just,” you sigh as a growl comes up from your throat. “Fuck, whatever, he made me feel bad. He said it was weird. After that the back handed comments followed about my job, my weight, my friends.”
It was Steve’s turn to growl. You shrug, meeting his eyes. “I was embarrassed. Did I miss something in the beginning? Why did I stay for so long? I should have known better…”
“Baby…”
“How do I go to my family and say ‘Yeah so remember that really wonderful guy I told you I was dating? Well, he told me I was trash and then smacked me in the street outside of his house where his new thin much younger girlfriend was waiting.’”
“I know I just met these people but the impression I got was that they love and care about you. No judgement or conditions. If anything, they would judge him for being a dick.”
“Yeah…look, you asked me a question and I answered it. Do you have anymore?” You sat up, pulling your knees under your chin as you stared into the fire.
Steve’s voice carried from behind you. “You know what I’m going to say right?” You didn’t answer but he noticed your posture stiffen. “After everything I’m even more curious now. Where did your hatred of ‘Little Girl’ come from? When you sassed your dad, I kept expecting him to say it. Sounds like Ben never said it.”
“Does it matter?”, you snap at him. There’s a part of you that regrets the words as soon as they leave your mouth but you know where Steve is going with this. He’s trying to distract you from your pain and stubbornness but does he have to do it this way?
“It does because I asked. When I ask a question, you know I expect an answer.”
Abruptly you feel yourself being pulled back flat on the floor by your arm. Steve’s eyes are angry but his tone comes out soft. “Color?”
A small smile stretches across your lips at his question. When you two had discussed safe words, you had mentioned the color system. You guys hadn’t really done anything aggressive yet he wanted to check in to make sure you were okay especially after everything you had just told him.
“Green.”
“Answer me.” Steve watches as your jaw tightens. “You know what, that’s fine. Don’t tell me, Little Girl.” It never ceases to amaze him how quick your eyes fill with fury at the name. “No, no. You wanted to play this game. That’s fine. You don’t have to answer me but you insist on acting like a little girl, that’s what I’m going to call you until you tell me.”
Your fists ball up at your sides as you pout your lips and roll your eyes. Steve’s big hand grabs your cheeks, holding them tighter than before. “I said stop doing that, little girl.”
Your hands reach out to hit against his chest. He grabs both your wrists, pinning them above your head. His fingers reach down to unbutton your pants and pull your jeans down your legs. You jump when he turns your waist towards him and his palm comes down hard against your ass. Steve looks up at you calmly as if he’s waiting for you next move.
You glare up at the ceiling and he spanks you again. “God, I love watching those wheels turn in your head.” He chuckles as he reaches for the waistband of your panties, pulling them off and exposing your soft skin. You try and fight against him as he pries open your legs. Steve grabs both your knees, twisting you towards him, holding them down with his arm as he spanks you again.
He pushes your legs open and runs his long fingers through your glistening folds. “For someone who’s angry, you seem to be really enjoying yourself, Little Girl.” At the name, you try to close your thighs on his hand and this time he doesn’t try and stop you. When his eyes meet yours, your stomach does little flip flops as you exhale. He doesn’t even need to say anything.
“I’m sorry.” You open your legs as his hand comes down roughly between them.
“I’m sorry what?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Steve licks the taste of you from his fingers. “You know what, Little Girl. I think you are enjoying this too much.” He releases his hold on you, sitting up to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants with his boxers. Beckoning you over to him, you get up on your hands and knees, crawling closer to him.
You take his cock in your hands, wrapping your lips around him. Steve grabs your hair and forcefully pushes your head further down. He moans as you gag feeling him hit the back of your throat. While you’re sucking him, he randomly pushes your head further down causing trails of spit to drool from your mouth.
He tugs your hair, bringing you up to face him. Steve sees that defiant look still glowing in your eyes but he asks anyway. “Are you ready to tell me, Little Girl?”
He laughs at you as you shake your head, shoving you back on to his cock. “I know you’re being a fucking brat but damn do you look so fucking beautiful like this. Taking my dick in your mouth like a good girl. But you’re not a good girl, are you? Good girls answer questions when they are asked.” He stops moving when he feels your tiny hand tap his arm, pulling you back to meet his eyes that are now filled with concern.
“No, no Daddy. Green. Green.” You pant as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “I want to be a good girl.” You pause for a minute, leaning back on your calves. “I don’t know if Robin ever told you but we got bullied from time to time especially me. One boy in particular was upset that I kept telling him no when he asked me out. He would make fun of me and when I got upset, he would call me that.” Your gaze shifted to the floor.
“He was on the basketball team. Ryan—”
“Grimes.” Steve finishes your sentence as he throws his head back, closing his eyes. He remembered Ryan. Ryan was a complete jackass who would constantly talk about girls he was going on dates with or girls he hit on.
“I swear guys. This fucking disgusting fat nerd keeps asking me out and I’m like ‘Listen, little girl. No means no so stop asking! I’m never going to say yes.”
The guys on the team had laughed…including Steve. When his eyes met yours again, he knew you knew. That’s why you didn’t want to tell him.
Your hands fly out, bringing his lips to yours as you climb on top of him. You lift his shirt over his head as he falls to the floor on his back. Reaching between you, you take his cock in your hands.
“Can I?” Steve doesn’t answer, instead grabbing your face to bring your neck down to his mouth as he tenderly sucks at the flesh making you groan in pleasure. Your shirt falls in his face and quickly removes off your body. “Please, Daddy. Please. I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Yeah, baby. Please.”
You both moan as you slide him into your entrance. His palm suddenly comes down to smack your ass and you take that as your cue as you start bouncing on top of him. You lean your upper body closer to his and Steve takes the opportunity to crane his neck, bringing your nipple into his mouth.
The feeling of his tongue twirling around the erect bud causes your pussy to tighten around him. Steve groans as his large hands push against your ass, guiding you to move faster.
His head falls back down to the floor as he looks up at you with both lust and admiration.
“You are so beautiful. I love you so much, Baby Girl. You’re such a good girl. You’re my good girl.” Steve continued whispering praises up at you, begging you to cum for him. When he saw that look in your eyes, he sat up, bringing his lips to your neck as you buried your face in his shoulder, grinding on him until the coil snapped and your body trembled against his.
Steve quickly positioned your legs around his waist as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you to him as his thrust up into you chasing his own release. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently trailing kisses along his neck and shoulders. He grunted in your ear as you felt his hands grip your waist, holding you steady as he came.
You pulled his head back placing a soft kiss on his forehead.
“I’m sorry.” Your eyebrows furrowed, totally taken aback. “I’ll never call you that again. I shouldn’t have anyway. You don’t call me Steven.”
“Steve, I don’t call you Steven because for you its more than just angering for you. Your family doesn’t care. People seem to only call you that to piss you off. I don’t want to do that. I like, in moments like this, getting a rise out of you,” you giggle as he smiles. “But I don’t want to hurt you. Yeah, being called ‘little girl’ upsets me but… not the same way Steven upsets you.”
He reaches up to brush your hair behind you ear. “I just didn’t want to see that look in your eyes again when I tell you where that hatred came from.” Steve’s hands gently lift you off him and back down to the carpet, your head resting on the pillow. “I don’t know if this helps but my brother beat Rick up his junior year.”
“Grimes! Where have you been?!”
Rick wipes the blood from under his nose. “Sorry, Coach.”
“Dude are you alright?”, Steve pats him on the back.
“I’m fine! Fuck man. Just back off!”
Steve smiled down at you as he continued tracing his fingers along your body. He wanted to do something nice for you. Something that really showed you how much he loved you. As your eyes slowly drifted closed, he stared up into the void, making plans of his own.
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EDDIE MUNSON SMUT FIC REQUEST
The reader and Eddie have been friends forever seeing as how they live across the street from each other. One day your hot water goes out and you have no where else to go. After showering you realize you didn’t bring a change of cloths so you ask your best friend and change in front of him without thinking.
Friends Don’t Look At Friends That Way (Gender Neutral Reader)
(not me screaming at a gif)
summary: the request, feat. dustin henderson (dw he’s not, like, there if you get what i mean)
notes: ok so this was written before volume two when everything was fun and fresh but wasn’t edited until today so uh yeah. we’re totally all happy campers here!! anyway, enjoy some eddie fluff (and a special surprise…) <3 also i kind of changed up the ask a little, apologies if that’s not a good idea to do :)
word count: i’d say around 2.5k as an estimate, all done in drafts :)
tags: implied sex, eddie can’t help himself around you, kissing and making out, changing in front of someone, friends to something more (possibly), eddie trying to be a dom lol but eventually he will give in, dustin’s here for a lil’ bit, slightly jealous eddie is here for a bit, and i’m all here for it. ugh, yes please.
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| i tried proofreading but that didn’t work so here we are with whatever this is |
After a long day working with Steve and Robin, you decided it was time to head home to relax for the night and to wash away any stress the day had given you. Upon arriving you saw Max and El playing with her dog and Dustin jousting with your best friend, Eddie, using some branches they broke off from a tree and the lids off cardboard boxes as shields. It was nice seeing how good he was with kids, and it made your heart warm.
You chuckled to yourself as you unlocked the door to your trailer, stepping inside, throwing your bag to the ground and heading straight for the shower. You switched on the shower and waited for the water to get hot, keeping your hand under the freezing cold water which only made you feel worse on the cold winter evening. Waiting and waiting for it to get hot, but it never did.
You sighed, drying off your hand and turning off your shower. What were you going to do now? Not shower? But cold showers suck, especially in winter. So you decided to try your luck with asking Eddie, who would do anything for you.
The cool breeze brushed through you as you left your trailer, still in your work uniform, walking to the other side of the trailer park where nobody was in sight. El and Max had probably gone back into Max’s trailer and Dustin probably went home.
You walked up the steps and knocked three times on the door, and it opened almost right away, revealing Dustin Henderson in the doorway.
“Max, we’re done pl— Oh! Um, hi Y/N,” he said, blushing a little in a silent apology, standing aside to let you into the trailer.
You breathed in the familiar scent of the trailer, it smelled more like home than your own home did. You never admitted it to anyone but to you, home smelled like Eddie Munson, your best friend. Your entire life.
“What brings you here on this fine winter evening, m’Liege?” Dustin asked, and you curtseyed him, playing along.
“Unfortunately I have run out of hot water, good sir, and I was wondering if Lord Munson had any he could spare.” You giggled as you saw Dustin’s eyes wandering, and you smoothed out the lines of your uniform.
“Like what you see, Henderson?” You teased, just as the devil himself, Eddie, appeared in the doorway separating Eddie’s bedroom from the rest of the trailer.
“Y/N! Didn’t expect to see you here, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Dustin mocked jokingly, earning himself a light swat on the arm. “Okay, okay, I’m going. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”
As he left, he made the ‘grr’ sound Steve told him to stop doing, which made you laugh, but it made Eddie’s brows furrowed.
“I love that guy but sometimes he can get on my nerves.”
“You really are like brothers, huh? Dustin being the more mature one, obviously.”
“Hey! I’m mature!”
“Keep telling yourself that, Munson. Anyway, I came over here to ask you do you have any hot water I could use. Mine stopped working.”
“Are you just saying that to come over here more often or are you being serious?” Eddie asked, placing his hand on the small of your back as he led you to the bathroom. “There’s body wash, shampoo, a hairbrush even though I never use it.”
As you stepped inside you noticed a look on his face you’d never seen before, and a little smirk playing on his lips, and by the look on his face if he went into that bathroom with you you surely wouldn’t be comparing loofas. Too focussed on… other things.
After you finished your shower you wrapped a black towel around your body, keeping in theme with pretty much the entirety of Eddie’s trailer, and you used the untouched brush to part your hair the way you like it. Then you opened the door to get your clean clothes, letting the steamy air circulate around the trailer, and then you realized something.
Smacking the palm of your hand to forehead you realized you forgot to bring a change of clean clothes with you, and you certainly weren’t wearing your work uniform to bed. Then you felt two hands reaching up to your face from behind, covering your eyes.
“Guess who?”
“Is that you, Harrington? The hottest guy in all of Hawkins? My one and only love crush! Oh my god I love you! I love it when you flirt with me at work!” You joke, hoping to get a reaction out of Eddie, and boy were you in for a treat.
“You need to stop doing that, sweetheart.”
“Stop what?” You laughed. “Can’t a person confess their feelings for somebody? We’re friends, Eddie.”
“Well,” he chuckled deeply, standing directly in front of you, his lips barely an inch away from yours. “Friends don’t look at friends the way I see you looking at me. You get me all riled up on purpose.”
Your brows furrowed into a slight frown. “I need to get changed, excuse me,” you said, not wanting him to see any more of the obvious blush that had been painting your cheeks.
When you began to stand up, a warmth pooled between your legs when Eddie grabbed your wrist, bringing you back over to where he was sitting. “Do you have a change of clothes with you?”
“No…”
“Uh… Here,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head before handing it to you. “It’s the only clean shirt I have.”
You didn’t want to sound ungrateful, so you kept your mouth shut. Eddie then got up and walked into his room to give you some privacy as you changed.
“I feel so honoured… getting to wear the Leader’s Hellfire shirt,” you chuckled, slowly unravelling your towel, listening to his voice from the other side of the wall, the door closing to cut through some of the tension in the room. Eddie had seen you in a towel plenty of times, but something about seeing you in one of his towels, in his trailer, felt… different. Partially because he’d never seen you in his clothes before, and now you were pulling on his most prized piece of clothing; his Hellfire shirt.
For a few moments you heard nothing but pure silence from the other side of the door, except a soft jingling noise that was surely coming from outside the trailer. You peeped through the small gap in the side of the door and saw Eddie walking around his bedroom, running his hand over something metal on the wall, and then guitar strings. And it brought you back to a week ago, Eddie resting his head in your lap as he played a song on his guitar. Your favourite song, and you were mesmerized by the way his fingers moved up and down the neck of the guitar, pressing on the strings, and you were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t even hear the knock on the door.
In your conscience you had already put the shirt on, so you dropped the towel and opened the door, not bothering to look down to do a double check. You stepped back to let Eddie pass you, and as soon as he emerged from his room he froze, subtly looking you up and down.
“I uh… wow,” he laughed nervously, unable to take his eyes off you, smirking as you looked down to see yourself in just your underwear.
“Shit!” You screamed. “I’m sorry! I thought I put the shirt on!”
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said softly. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times.”
“That was years ago, Eds. My body has changed now,” you said, trying to cover yourself with your hands, until you remembered the shirt in your hands and you slipped that over your head, shoulders and arms, the fabric falling to your thighs.
“I... what? I was going to say... oh, right, sorry!”
You looked up from the floor, meeting the eyes of a blushing Eddie. “It’s just... you looked cold and I didn’t want you to be just standing there in your underwear without me saying anything!” He tried to convince himself as much as he was convincing you.
“Whatever,” you dismissed, sitting down on the sofa, your legs now on full display to him. “Let’s just watch the movie.”
Eddie gulped, sitting down next to you, his thigh touching against yours, which only served to make him feel even more uneasy, as if the slightest touch from you was enough to make him lose consciousness. He took a long look at you and his eyes widened. Your hair was wild and messy from the humidity mixed with the wetness after your hot shower, and his mouth watered at how cute it looked like that—even with its messiness and disheveled nature.
“Okay so I was thinking of putting on… Um… What are you doing?” He asked, voice shaking as you kneeled next to him, one arm around his shoulders, the other tracing over the bat tattoos on his arm.
He flinched slightly under your touch but didn't shrug you off, which was a good sign. You gently pulled the sleeve of his shirt up to reveal the same inked creatures on his stomach, and he flinched again, eyes darting away from yours in what looked to be embarrassment.
You sighed, standing up slowly. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that without asking.”
“It’s all good,” Eddie said. “And um… So what should we watch?”
“You choose.”
“Okay, uh… No, I can’t choose. You do it!”
“Eddie, it’s only a movie. Plus the ones we have we’ve already seen a million times so it won’t be any different,” you said, pulling out one of the tapes. “Ah, we’ll watch The Exorcist.”
Eddie laughed nervously, hiding his face in his hair, not wanting you to know how much this movie freaked him out. He grabbed an extra blanket and wrapped himself up in it, and you couldn’t help but smile as you put the tape in. He looked adorable.
As you sat back down, you realised how close you were to him, and it unlocked a new confidence within you, one that would potentially ruin a friendship or start something new. You leaned your head on his shoulder for a few moments, before turning to look up at him, your lips barely an inch away from his.
“Your face is very close to my face… and you are practically on top of me now… Um…”
You chuckle. “Oh, Eddie. So oblivious.”
You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips softly as you close the gap between your bodies, letting the blanket fall off Eddie’s shoulders.
He let out a soft moan in response and deepened the kiss, both hands gripping your hips gently as he held you tightly against him. Your fingers ran through his locks while your tongue brushed against his bottom lip.
He hummed into the kiss, moving one of his hands from your hip to grab your waist, pulling you against him. His other hand gripped onto your ass tightly, massaging the flesh between his fingers, holding you there for as long as possible before reluctantly pulling back for air.
“Damn, who knew you’d be such a good kisser?” You whispered, leaning back in to press your lips back against his.
He moaned quietly into your mouth at that and your heart fluttered. The kiss continued until you pulled back slightly to catch your breath once more.
"Eddie…" You panted out with wide eyes as the reality of what had just happened finally hit you.
His eyes hooded with lust, and he smirked. “Yes, sweetheart?”
His arms wrapped around you tighter as he lifted you slightly so you were now sitting on his lap. He pulled away just enough to look down at you before leaning down again for another kiss.
"You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that," you sighed, resting your forehead against his, hands still wrapped securely around his waist.
You both sat there, you in his lap, not quite sure what to say. You could feel him shift beneath you and you smiled softly, pulling back to see Eddie looking slightly embarrassed. His cheeks flushed a cute pink and he chuckled.
“Does this mean you like me?”
“Of course it does, silly!” You laugh, cupping his cheeks with your hands. “I’ve liked you for months now.”
“Months? You could have told me, Y/N,” he grumbled playfully, trying to hide the blush on his face from yours. It didn't really work, but you weren’t about to point it out. “Why wait so long to tell me?"
"Because I had no idea what feelings were until recently," you explained patiently, looking at the cute little crinkles in his face that formed around his eyes when he smiled. “Nancy helped me figure it out.”
“So uh… What does that mean for us then? Do we just… I don’t know… Stay friends? Or do we progress?”
“I think,” you started, trailing your fingertips up his sides, feeling his skin prickle with goosebumps beneath your touch. “That we should just see how the night goes. After the movie—!”
In an instant he pushed you off his lap and leaped onto his feet, grabbing you by the wrist to the sound of your little yelp of surprise. You stumbled through the trailer to his bedroom, with him kicking it open and shutting it with his foot as he pulled at the fabric of his shirt on your body.
“On the bed,” he ordered, guiding you over to the mattress. “Now I’ll show you how much I like you.”
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Steddie 5 + 1 “I love you”
The first time he said it Steve froze. They were watching a movie, the rest of the party spread around Steve’s living room as if they lived there. Robin and Nancy sat side by side on one end of the couch, so close they were basically sharing a cushion. Steve and Eddie sat on the other end. Eddie’s arm was thrown across the back of the couch and Steve tucked himself under it. His head laid on Eddies chest while he played with the rings on his other hand. Dustin sat on the floor Infront of them, leaning back on Eddie’s legs and occasionally tilting his head back to comment on the movie and make sure they were paying attention. They were a little over an hour into the movie when Eddie slid his fingers into Steve’s hair, brought his lips to his ear and softly whispered to him.
“I love you.”
Steve felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs as he stared wide eyed at Eddie. He had said the words so effortlessly. As if they’d said those words a million times before. As if he’d never had his entire world view shattered by those three words. And he hadn’t. He’d never had someone look into his eyes and tell him his love was bullshit. He had no fears sharing how he felt because he’d never been broken so thoroughly. The way Steve had been broken. Steve opened his mouth, wanting to say the words but he was scared. So fucking scared. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Eddie. He did. He loved Eddie more than he had ever loved anything else in his life. He loved Eddie so much it hurt. But he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t hand his heart over on a silver platter again just to have it thrown back in his face. Because it would. Eddie would get tired of him eventually. Everyone does.
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The second time he said it, Steve cried. It was two weeks after the movie and Steve and Robin were re-shelving returns on a slow Tuesday afternoon. Eddie had driven Robin after school and decided to hang out before band practice. He was trailing behind them as they walked through the aisles, commenting on the occasional movie, and doing his best to distract Steve from his work. After every third movie he would slip a finger in Steve’s belt loop and pull him in for a soft kiss, leaving Steve with a soft smile every time despite Robin’s constant gagging. If he started shelving faster so he could get his kiss faster, well that was nobody’s business but his own.
“Ugh don’t you have anything better to do than being gross with the Dingus?” Eddie chuckled softly leaning forward into Robin’s space.
“What’s a matter Birdie? Jealous of Stevie and I’s happiness?” Robin rolled her eyes pushing Eddie back with a finger to his forehead.
“I’m not jealous idiot. I’m happy for you guys really. I would just be happier if you stopped distracting Dingus so he can actually work.”
“What are you talking about? I’m encouraging him! Rewarding him for his hard work!”
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed every ‘reward’ is getting longer and longer! I know you! One more ‘reward’ and you’re going to be dragging him to the backroom!” Steve shook his head at the two reaching for another return before Eddie’s hand stopped him. He laced their fingers together and tugged at his arm.
“Great idea Birdie, why didn’t I think of that? Come on baby let’s get out of Robbie’s hair.” He started walking backwards leading Steve by the hand. Steve couldn’t stop the grin from stretching across his face, but he shook his head and dropped Eddie’s hand.
“You have to leave Eds.” A pout crossed his face and Steve stepped forward, kissing him softly. “You’re gonna be late for practice if you don’t leave now.” Steve lifted his wrist and showed Eddie his watch, watching his boyfriend’s eyes get wide.
“Shit! Gareth’s gonna kill me.” He lurched forward, kissing Steve soundly, before turning on his heel and running to the door. “Bye Birdie! Bye baby, I love you!”
Steve didn’t notice the tears running down his face until Robin softly brushed them away. He tore his eyes from the door and met her piercing gaze for a second before completely crumbling to the ground. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lowered herself with him, running her fingers through his hair and gently rocking him.
“I can’t say it.” It’s barely a whisper and Steve’s not even sure Robin heard him until she tightens his hold on him.
“Just because you can’t say it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know you feel it. He loves you, Steve. He doesn’t need you to say the words to know you love him.” A sob wrenches itself from his chest and he grips her shirt tight.
“What if he changes his mind? Everyone always changes their mind.”
“I didn’t.”
“You will.”
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They were alone the third time he said it. They were sitting on the couch in the trailer. Wayne had just left for work and Eddie decided he wanted to show Steve the old photo album Wayne kept tucked away in his room. They flipped through photo after photo of twelve-year-old Eddie with a shaved head and a smattering of bruises across his face, thirteen-year-old Eddie with a guitar twice his size, fourteen-year-old Eddie with shaggy curls and wide dimpled smiles, smiles that dimmed as the pictures got more recent.
“What about this one?” Steve pointed to a picture featuring Eddie side by side with a little girl. Their arms were thrown across each other’s shoulders and wide dimpled smiles covered both their faces. The little girl had a mess of curly strawberry blonde hair and barely came up to Eddie’s shoulder.
“I don’t remember her name, but she was being picked on by some assholes at the park. I found a piece of rope in the grass and threw it at the pricks and yelled snake. They took off running to their prissy moms and the moms dragged them off yelling about never coming back to that hazard of a park. The girl went to the rope, still thinking it was a snake mind you, and started cooing to it talking about how stupid those kids were to be afraid of such a precious baby. I don’t really remember much after that, but I begged Wayne to take a picture of us before her mom made her leave.” A soft smile took over his features as he told the story. Steve watched him with adoration in his eyes.
“You’ve been looking out for lost sheep for a long time, haven’t you?” Eddie shrugged flipping to the next page.
“As long as I can remember yeah. Somebody has to do it.” He pointed to another picture. “I don’t remember his name either, but he was the first boy I ever loved. Was my first kiss too. I was playing on the monkey bars and fell and scraped up my knees. He came over and pulled out a box of Band-Aids with little stars on them.” He pointed to a barely visible blue spot at the bottom of the picture. “He patched me up and declared the monkey bars ‘much too dangerous for someone so pretty’ and I immediately fell in love with him. I was pretty easy back then.” He chuckled and shook his head. “After that he asked me if I wanted to play mom and dad. Even let me be the dad and everything. Wayne had to literally drag me away when it started to get dark out. I started crying because I didn’t think I’d ever see the boy again then he ran up to me and kissed me said –“
“Don’t worry we’ll see each other again and then we’ll get married and have a bunch of babies. We’ll be the best mom and dad ever.” Eddie jerked his head up, staring at Steve with wide eyes.
“How did you-?”
“I didn’t realize it was you. I looked for you everywhere. Asked my dad if he could track you down. When he asked why I wanted to find you so bad I told it was because I planned to marry you.” Steve took in a shaky breath and wrapped his arms around himself, hugging tightly. “He uh- he didn’t like that. Tried to beat the gay out of me.” He chuckled darkly, “Guess it didn’t work huh?”
“Stevie.” Eddie reached out hesitantly, softly placing his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Baby that’s not okay.” Steve shrugged, curling in on himself tighter.
“Not like it was the only time. Just uh- just the first time.” Eddie’s had rubbed soothing circles into his shoulder.
“How old were you?” Steve looked and the picture and hummed.
“That was summer right? So, 9 almost 10.” He shrugged reaching across and flipping to the next page. Eddie shook his head and moved the album to the coffee table, turning to fully face Steve. He softly removed Steve’s arms from around himself and took his hands in his own.
“Sweetheart you didn’t deserve that, okay?” Steve shrugged again. “No, I need you to say it. That wasn’t okay and you didn’t deserve it. Any of it. Can you say that for me Angel?” Tears slowly down Steve’s face and he quickly wiped them away with his shoulder. He shook his head and looked down and their hands.
“It wasn’t okay.” He whispered softly.
“And?” Eddie tilted his chin up and cupped his cheek. Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“And I didn’t deserve it.” The words burn as they leave his mouth, but the smile that covers Eddie’s face makes the burn worth it.
“No, you didn’t Sweet Boy. You deserve nothing but love and happiness and I plan to give you that if you’ll let me. I love you so much.” More tears rolled down Steve’s face as he shook his head.
“I can’t –“
“Shh, I know my love. I don’t need to hear you say it. I know how you feel and that’s enough for me. I don’t care if you never say it baby, I’m not going anywhere either way.” He pulled Steve into his arms and ran his fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Maybe one day Steve would be able to believe him.
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The next time he said it was a bad day. They were siting on Steve’s couch watching a movie when his parents made a surprise appearance.
“Steven, a word please.” Steve swallowed thickly as he extracted himself from the couch and followed his parents into the kitchen. He braced himself, knowing where this is going. “Can I ask why you thought it was okay to bring a murderer into my house?”
“He’s not a murderer.” His father shook his head slamming his hand on the counter causing Steve to flinch back.
“Don’t treat my like I’m stupid Steven! I saw the news! I know what he was accused of and I don’t appreciate you slandering our name by being seen with trailer trash!”
“He didn’t do anything wrong! He was falsely accused and frankly he’s ten times the man you’ll ever be!” His father took a step towards him.
“I suggest you watch your tone when you’re talking to me. I don’t want you talking to him again do you understand? This friendship of yours needs to end. Now.”
“No.” His father clinched his jaw stepping forward again, but Steve held his ground.
“What did you say to me?”
“I said no. And he’s not my friend. He’s my boyfriend.” He’d never seen his father’s face such a deep shade of red before. He knew he probably shouldn’t have said that, but he was tired of letting his father walk all over him. He was tired of being scared.
“Excuse me?”
“He’s my boyfriend! We’re dating! We’re fucking! We’re gay! Surprise!” The sound of the slap echoed through the room and before he could react, he was being pulled behind Eddie.
“Don’t you fucking touch him.” Eddie’s eyes were crazy as he pushed Mr. Harington back a step. “If you ever touch him again, I swear to god I will kill you. You saw the news, I did it once and I won’t hesitate for a second to do it again.” His father’s eyes grew wider as he took another step back.
“Get out of my house. Both of you. And don’t bother coming back Steven. You’re no longer a son of mine.” He snarled.
“Gladly. C’mon Stevie lets go.” Eddie turned to Steve, grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door and to Steve’s car. He gently pulled the keys from Steve’s pocket and steered him to the passenger seat before moving to the drivers seat himself. “Steve.” It was barely a whisper and Steve turned his head to meet Eddies eyes. “Baby talk to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey no.” Eddie reached across and squeezed Steve’s hands in his own. “You have nothing to apologize for. C’mon lets go back to the trailer. Tomorrow Robin, Nancy, Johnathan, and I will come back and get your stuff okay.” Steve nodded sniffling softly.
“Thank you.” Eddie brushed the tears from his cheeks.
“Of course baby. I love you.” He kissed Steve gently before pulling away and starting the car.
Steve stared out the window as he watched the neighborhood he used to call home pass by.
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Steve was watching Eddie and the kids play D&D in the Wheelers basement with Nancy the next time he said it.
“A massive crash fills the corridor followed by the sound of rocks clashing against the ground. Sounds of snarling and teeth gnashing grow louder and louder as shadows flicker closer and closer in the torchlight.”
“They can only come through the door one at a time! I say we form a wall and pick them off as they come through! Will you stay back and ready your spells!” Lucas flailed his arms wildly towards Mike and Dustin. They both nodded with looks of determination on their faces.
“The first beast appears in the doorway. It’s face long and filled with snarling teeth and piercing red eyes. It stands the same height as a grown man, seemingly nonthreatening until you take in the massive spear in its hands. As the beast steps in the room Will the Wise hears a loud slam from behind him.”
“I spin around and ask, who’s there?”
“The door in the back of the room is broken off its hinges. Standing in the doorway, holding a mace in each paw, is the biggest, ugliest wererat you've ever seen. Hundreds of red eyes shine through the darkness behind him. He licks his ragged teeth with hunger and takes another step into the room.”
“Shit! We’re surrounded!” Dustin wailed as he grabbed his head, eye’s widening as he turned to Mike. “Wererats! Oh god I forgot how to kill wererats!” Mike’s eyes widened back at Dustin.
“What do you mean you forgot! Lucas do you remember?”
“No man! We haven’t had wererats in ages! Will?”
“I- I don’t know. I can try casting a spell on it?”
“Yeah, try that!”
“No wait! What if that doesn’t work! You’ll just waste a spell slot!”
“Yeah but -!”
“Wait, aren’t wererats killed with silver? You have a silver sword don’t you Wheeler?” The room fell to silence as everyone turned wide eyed towards the couch. Steve glanced up from the magazine he was reading and furrowed his brow. “What do you not have a silver sword?”
“How did you-?”
“Stevie, baby, I love you so fucking much. Little Wheeler what’s your move?” White noise filled Steve’s ears as chaos ensued around the table. A hand lightly grabbed Steve’s wrist and the next thing he knew he was standing in the Wheelers small bathroom. Nancy stood in front of him with furrowed brows and concern across her features.
“Steve?” He blinked again focusing on Nancy. She raised her hand and lightly touched his cheek, wiping away tears he didn’t realize had fallen. “Why are you crying?” Steve’s eyes fell to the ground as he took a shaky breath.
“I’m scared.” It came out as a whisper and Nancy’s frown deepened.
“Why are you scared?”
“I don’t – I can’t – I,” Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat, sniffling softly. “What if he changes his mind? What if he leaves? I can’t – I can’t do that again.”
“Oh Steve.” Nancy stepped closer and twisted her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. “Steve I’m so so sorry. I shouldn’t have said the things I said to you.”
“It’s okay.” Steve shrugged. Nancy pulled back throwing her hands in the air.
“Yes it is! It’s my fault, it’s your parents’ fault, it’s fucking Tommy H and Carol’s fault! It’s everybody that ever has ever hurt you’s fault and it’s not fair! You love so strongly and all you ever get in return is hurt! It’s not fair!”
“Nance – “
“No! It’s not fair! Everyone you’ve ever loved has hurt you and now your messed up! Now you expect everyone to leave and it sucks! It fucking sucks! Eddie loves you so much. More than I’ve ever seen anyone love another person and you can’t see that because of how much I hurt you! I’m never going to make it up to you and I am so sorry Steve. I’m sorry.” Steve steps closer and softly pulls her into a hug. He places a soft kiss to the top of her head.
“You need to stop blaming yourself Nance. It’s not your fault I’m fucked in the head. I mean yeah you definitely didn’t help but you didn’t cause this.” He paused, swallowing thickly. “You really think he loves me? Like truly.” She pulls away, moving her hands to his shoulders.
“He loves you, Steve. And I don’t think he’s ever going to stop.” Steve smiled as tears rolled freely down his face.
“Yeah,” he laughed brokenly, “yeah I love him too.”
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The day after Steve’s talk with Nancy he set to work. He cooked Eddie’s favorite meal and desert. He set the kitchen table with the fancy shit Wayne said his mother gave him and lit candles throughout the room. He put on a soft yellow sweater he knew Eddie loved and the jeans that hugged his butt in all the right places. He sat on the couch watching the clock tick by ever so slowly. Just 5 more minutes until Eddie said he’d be here and for once Steve wasn’t freaking out. He was going to tell him. He was finally going to tell Eddie he loved him too. He just had to wait for the perfect opportunity. 7 o’clock on the dot the tell tail sounds of Eddie’s van filled the silence and Steve stood abruptly. Wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans he moved to stand in the entryway while he waited for Eddie to make his way inside. The door swung open quickly slamming into the wall behind in and swinging back. Steve flinched slightly at the sound but smiled as Eddie’s wild head of hair appeared a second later.
“Shit I always forget how much easier that is to open than the old trailer door. Hi baby!” He stepped forward quickly and softly kissed Steve, sliding his hands to Steve’s hips and around firmly squeezing his ass. “Mm missed you.” He pulled away with a grin moving back and pulling off his shoes.
“I missed you too. How was your day?”
“Ugh awful. Someone brought in a real piece of shit. Took all day to get the engine to finally turn over. Gonna have to work on it more tomorrow. How was your day baby?” Steve shrugged, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dining room.
“It was okay. I got off early so I decided to make us dinner. I hope you don’t mind.” As they stepped into the room Eddie’s eyes lit up as he took in the scene in front of him. He paused turning to Steve with a look of awe.
“What’s all this for?” Steve shrugged stepping forward and pulling out Eddie’s chair.
“I dunno. Just thought I’d do something special.”
“It’s perfect sweetheart. Thank you.” They ate in comfortable silence, occasionally making comments about the food. After, Steve pushed back his chair, grabbing their plates and heading to the kitchen.
“I’ll be right back with desert.” Eddie grabbed his wrist as he reached for his plate and softly pulled Steve closer, scooting his chair back so he could guide him into his lap. He leaned forward and softly kissed Steve’s neck. “Ed’s, the desert.” Steve sighed.
“Mm maybe I want you to be my desert.” He slid his hand along Steve’s thigh, biting his neck gently.
“But I made brownies.” Steve made no move to pull away, tilting his head to give Eddie more access.
“Later. Just want you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Always.” Steve sniffled and Eddie pulled away eyes wide. “Stevie what’s wrong? What did I do? I’m sorry baby. C’mon let’s have brownies.” Steve shook his head gently grabbing Eddie’s face.
“I love you.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat as he stared wide eyed at Steve. Now that he’d said it it was like a dam had burst. “I love you so much and I’m sorry it took me so long to say it, but I do. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love – “ Eddie leaned forward, effectively cutting him off with a searing kiss.
“I love you too Steve.” A massive smile stretched across both of their faces and Steve kissed him again.
“I love you.” A kiss.
“I love you.” Another kiss.
Steve couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He didn’t know if they would last forever, or even for another year, but for the first time Steve didn’t feel scared. He knew he loved Eddie and he knew Eddie loved him and that was good enough for him.
#spoiler alert: they do last forever#now that eddie knows steve will say it back he tells him he loves him ever three seconds#steve gets the stupidest smile on his face every time#everyone thought it was super cute at first but now everyone hates it#they dont care though#idiots in love#steve x eddie#steve stranger things#eddie stranger things#steddie#steve has bad parents#steve harrington#eddie munson#cw childhood trauma#cw child abuse#homophobia
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thinking about beanpole vampire eddie and his chubby play thing stevie from a while ago
idk there’s just something so hot about eddie fattening up his lover from his past life, and drinking from stevie bcus as you put it so eloquently more boy means more blood
i think eddie would still adore steve just as much as he did in life, but is definitely overcome by his urges of simply using steve as a toy, for his own use and to discard. i think steve could be into a scene like that maybe, but only after he’s reassured that it’s just that, a scene, although there is definitely some truth to eddie’s primal instincts (are they really primal if they’re a result of vampirism.??? weird) of hunting prey and having ownership of such
i’m not particularly into that predator prey dynamic but i think it sort of works really well for these two in this sitch. as well as eddie feeding him up like game, very animalistic. always making sure steve has something to munch on, gives him larger portions etc out of love for doting on steve and his curves, but also 🩸
despite all this i need to tell my self that in this situation they still have a healthy relationship and love each other hahahahaha eddie is just a bit feral
no pressure to answer this any time soon by the way! i was just going through some old anons of mine and was quickly reminded how much i love this lol. especially the more physical aspects, like sucking steve’s thigh and sinking teeth into his plush belly (nope not projecting nuh uh). i hope things are looking up for you!!!! wormie🪱
Oh wormie absolutely I love this!!
We can start off by saying, yes, they have a loving, passionate, consensual relationship, that has just very luckily managed to defy death.
When I think of beanpole vamp Eddie and bloodbag boyfriend Steve, I think in the same vein as desperate nympho gremlin boy Eddie. Like his urges and bloodlust are just an amplification of his human desire for Steve and he just *W A N T S* him. Like he remembers Steve being cute/hot from when he was a human, but Steve chubby and plump and warm and ruddy, has been making his mouth water. And he wants more, so much more.
And it doesn't matter the day or time Eddie is absolutely desperate for Steve, and he would whine and beg for just a taste "Please Stevie, I'm begging you, pleassseeee. You smell so good, you're making me so hungry, baby doll." And Steve probably researches maximum blood donation amounts and how often you can give blood and he only lets Eddie have as much and frequently as is safe.
But Eddie's brain really does equate more boy, with more cared for/Happy, and more blood. He loves seeing Steve fill out, everywhere. He's so pert and plump and downy-soft. He loves feeding Steve after feedings, and loving on him, keeping him well fed (in a way Steve sometimes feels like a pet but can't make himself feel bad about), and thoroughly well fucked.
Eddie loves experiencing Steve's size and softness, wanting to squeeze and press himself into all of it. He loves being between Steve's thighs, and the ways Steve quivers and smushes his head when he's overstimulated by Eddie giving him head, then jerking him off, while feeding from his thigh. He loves feeding from Steve's pert titties, or from getting a mouthful of belly down low where it's soft and doughy. And he might not eat human food, but he certainly eats cake with how obsessed he is with Steve's ass (and Steve likes certain benefits of Eddie not needing to breathe).
And idk but there's something hot about the idea of thinking Steve would be hard to feed up, but he ends up taking to it so naturally. He finds out Steve will eat if food is presented to him, especially if put into his hands.
Ugh I want to go off more on this but I feel unfocused, if you have any other ideas about this wormie, please share or ask, like I want to keep this going but I don't know what to focus on.
#misha speaks#steddie#chubby kink#vampire chubby chaser eddie munson#chubby steve harrington#vampire/human boyfriends au
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first of all, I hope you're doing okay (and if not I hope your situation improves imminently).
secondly, who are some of your current favourite fanartists? I've been looking around for more stranger things fanartists to follow but it could for any fandom!
who's your favourite character dynamic/pairing in stranger things to watch or write about?
what was the first fandom you were ever involved in?
what do the walls of your room look like? from your fics and overall vibe I would assume you've got loads of photos and art etc stuck up but maybe not!
what time zone are you in?
what is a fanfic trope you think is criminally under-utilised?
do you play dnd? I can't tell if I get a dnd vibe from you
do you have any niche headcanons that you've been sitting on, regardless of fandom?
anyways I hope these questions can be of some help/distraction, feel free to just choose whichever you want to answer ✨️
oh my god thank you sm (i added read more bc uhhh i tend to ramble)
okay my fav fan artists: @irlplasticlamb (genuinely obsessed i keep annoying my best friend by sending her their art on instagram just being like ‘look’ or ‘i want this to be my gender’ and the like); @obligatedart (SO fucking cool and also very gender their art is so smooth idk how else to describe it); @trashpocket (their art style is so!!! cozy!! that one piece of steve holding the stars in his hand haunts my daydreams it’s so lovely); also @leoniejulie even tho she doesn’t draw/post anymore her skam art will always hold a v special place in my heart and sometimes i scroll through just to look; and @/pasitaya on instagram bc her pjo art is just 🤌🏻 and she uses omar rudberg as a percy ref just like me <333
my fav pairing from st to write is steddie 👉👈 but i also ADORE platonic pairings like robin and steve and gareth and eddie (im also loving tommy and gareth in love me softly theyre v fun); i do wanna branch out and write more pairings— i have a ronance idea and i rly wanna write byler bc they <3 but i just haven’t gotten around to it
my first fandom was h*rry p*tter in middle school (my brother convinced me to read the first book and then promptly regretted it bc i made it my personality) but also percy jackson, which i’m still kind of involved in (im not rly up to date w everything but i do wanna catch up w the books bc i haven’t read past blood of olympus)
you’re 100% right ab my walls!! having stuff on my walls is actually a huge comfort thing for me and i started decorating literally before i even finished unpacking when i moved in (i’m still adding stuff to them lmao)
i have a few posters around the room (on my bathroom door, one of almond blossom by van gogh above my bed, and some in the corner by the radiator and window) and my bulletin board above my desk is covered w photos and art and my calendar; under that i have some post-its w poems and lyrics and quotes and stuff: next to my desk i have heartstopper leaves swirling in the corner i’m quite proud of them
the wall by my bed is covered in postcards bc i collect them (every time my friends or parents go anywhere i literally beg for postcards, pref of art and stuff but also just pictures or words they make me so happy idk why) but it also has some of my art and some pastel bunting flags across the ceiling, and i have some like silly flyers (‘sick of being asked what you’re going to do with your life? (same)’ and ‘crying over a boy? (ugh)’) that i got from an exhibition at my school on a cabinet and next to my bathroom door
i realised i didn’t know what time zone im in so i looked it up and apparently rly it’s ‘greenwich mean time’ which i’ve never heard of before but
i think in regards for fanfic tropes i just have an affinity for Heavy Angst or Horniness with the softest possible endings and I've realised i tend to just not be able to find the kind of stuff that i write in other fics??? i think i also just don't read as much fanfic as some others do so maybe that's my problem; i don't think comfort tropes are underutilized (esp in this fandom bc every needs comfort bless their hearts) but i adore any kind of comfort esp during/after heavy emotional episodes like panic attacks, grief, injuries, etc i just find the comfort so <333 (especially if it includes the comforter calling the comfortee a pet name, ESPECIALLY if its the first time they call them that it gives me butterflies)
i do not play dnd but i do have a t-shirt that says ‘yeah i’m into d&d — dehydration and dissociation’ bc i found it amusing and terribly Me (its this one)
ok i actually have a v long list of headcanons for st in my notes app that i just haven’t posted but now i’m thinking ab it
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hey! idk if this prompt has been done/ won’t work, but i really just want pure unadulterated fluff between the twins richie and mike and them just lying around talking about life and trying to figure out how everything got so bad and just having brotherly moments and loving eachother like the soft boys they are
(this definitely works and i loved writing this)
The June before Will was taken lost, in the woods, The Wheeler’s sent only one of their twin sons to a family member in Maine. Richie had been having problems focusing– and much to a bigger complaint, keeping his mouth shut– and another parent in the neighborhood told them about a specialist in Derry to try and help him with his Attention Deficit Disorder, which Mike always thought was fake; that was just Richie.
Mike had never been away from his twin for longer than a few days, and he had his own reservations about the idea, while Richie was always screaming about how much he hated seafood. He was sent away later that week. By the time he returned the following December, he was a different brother than Mike had sent away.
Richie never slept well as it was, always up and reading or writing or telling jokes to Mike in the middle of the night, but since he had returned, he was restless. He turned over on his bed countless time, his quiet mumbling and groaning keeping Mike up. Their parents never suspected anything, Richie still able to keep his energy levels up to eleven and bouncing around the house, nearly breaking everything like he used to and proving their plan had failed. Mike had heard all the stories though. First, in Richie’s sleep, the boy muttering names that Mike remembered from letters, postcards, and phone calls. Eventually he got the full conscious story, trading his own adventure with Will and even introducing him to Eleven. All Richie kept saying is how much he fucking hated clowns.
Richie was asleep at the desk in their shared bedroom. Mike had been up in their room a moment before, stepping out to grab his campaign planning notebook, when he returned to find Richie asleep on his own hand. His face was slowly slipping out of his grip and his glasses were being pushed up by his knuckles. Mike sat on his bed and wrote quickly, letting Richie get the sleep his body had been begging him to get for the past month.
As if struck by lightning, Richie seized awake, gasping for air and screaming. Mike looked up slowly, finishing his sentence and not at all scared anymore.
“You okay?” He asked, placing his pen down. He spoke gently, knowing Richie was still waking up.
“Yeah.” Richie sighed, adjusting his glasses. “Peachy.”
“You’re safe here.” Mike assured him, although he had traded one evil for another.
“Yeah, I know.” He said, placing his glasses on his head to rub his eyes. “I just shouldn’t have made friends. I should have just been like you and shut myself up in my room for a year and played with myself.”
“Fuck you, Richie.”
“Believe me, there wasn’t any of that in Maine.” He said, situating his glasses back on his nose. “Apparently the impending fear of death really limp-dicks the whole town.”
“You are disgusting.” Mike said, rolling his eyes. “Forget I tried to be nice.”
“Aw, come on, Mike and Ike! Don’t turn sour on me!” He said, standing and flopping onto Mike’s bed. He was on his stomach, elbows on the bed and holding his head up as he peered into Mike’s notebook. “What are we drawing today?”
“I’m writing, Richie.” Mike explained, hating to disappoint Richie and his belief that the only thing teenage boys should be doodling in notebooks are “twigs and berries”.
“Anything steamy, loverboy?”
“No.” Mike laughed. “But it is to cheer Will up after everything. He always loves long campaigns.” Mike had been trying to make one long enough to last every day of Hanukkah coming up; even though Will would be home at night for his family’s celebrations, during the day Mike wanted him to be well occupied and happy. “He’s coming over all next week.”
“Oh yeah. That’s right. I have to call Stan after the first night.” Richie said. “Typically, I don’t call after the first night at all, amirite!” Mike rejected Richie’s high-five and continued to write in his notebook. Richie’s arm slapped down on the mattress, a quiet grumble proclaiming Mike a “fucking square”. Mike laughed quietly to himself as he attempted to draw an illustration to his idea beside the bullet point; Will was really far better at it.
“So how is everyone else?” Mike asked. “Bill? Bev? The gang?”
“Still s-s-stuttering.” Richie replied, resting his head on Mike’s outstretched leg. “Bev’s better. Last I heard she was calling her aunt to move across town. Eddie’s arm healed nice.”
“That’s good.” Mike said, nodding along. “He deserves having use of both hands back.” He laughed, remembering the stories Richie told of Eddie struggling to open his pill bottles and hold pencils.
“Yeah, my right hand’s getting pretty tired.” Richie said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Mike as he laughed
“What does he see in you again?” Mike asked, looking up from his work. “I mean, seriously?”
“Sorry not all of us have swing set fetishes, Michael. Some of us find love in crack houses.” Richie pretended to whip his hair back. They both began laughing before Richie placed his head back on Mike’s leg. Mike placed his book next to his face so they could both look at the pages at once. Richie was quiet and watched Mike scribble across the lines. “How the fuck did we get like this, Mike?”
“Like what?” Mike continued, poking his brother’s nose with his pen. “You’re always like this. Not even Mom and Dad’s attempted normalcy therapy did anything.”
“Let me make the jokes there, Michael.” Richie deadpanned. “I meant like this.” He flopped his arm over Mike’s book and the other over the edge of the bed with an exaggerated sigh. “Fucking comparing the well-being of our friends because they are always, somehow, inching towards the goddamn grave.”
“I blame you.” Mike teased. “You’re the one who became besties with something that eats children.”
“I guess you’re right.” Richie sighed, settling his face in Mike’s leg. “I wish they never sent me up there sometimes, you know?”
“I know what you mean.” Mike agreed. Every time he saw Will suffering, he wished he had won the argument with his parents and played for another ten minutes, maybe then Will would have missed crossing paths with the Demogorgon and he wouldn’t have nightmares that consumed him even when he was awake. “But it happened, for better or for worse, I guess.” Mike closed his book and placed a hand on Richie’s head, smoothing out his hair. His fingers kept getting caught in his curls. “I mean, you made friends, right?”
“Yeah.” Richie agreed, reaching up to take his glasses off. He placed them on top of Mike’s book. “I guess so.”
“I mean, Eddie’s pretty cool, right? You won’t shut up about him long enough to brush your teeth.” Mike teased.
“Your point, wise ass?” Richie asked, squinting and looking up at his brother.
“You’ve got some things to be happy about, right?” Mike shrugged. “Six things, technically.”
“Ugh, do you have to be so right all the time?” Richie groaned, closing his eyes. “Just be bleak about something for like, a fucking day, Mike. Jesus.” Mike laughed again and kept smoothing Richie’s hair. There was so much of it, but so little style.
“Oh! You know what I’ve been forgetting to tell you about?” Mike gasped, already beginning to laugh softly. “The week we spent hanging out with Steve Harrington.”
“Steve?” Richie echoed. “Isn’t he the guy with hair like a rooster?”
“The very same.” Mike agreed. “He and Nancy had a thing for a while. So he was around a bit. Being semi-helpful.”
“He got the shit kicked out of him, didn’t he?” Richie guessed, chuckling. “That guy looks too pretty to fight.”
“First a rooster, now he’s pretty?” Mike laughed, grabbing his brother’s head and shaking it back and forth jokingly.
“Well, cock and pretty are synonyms, right?” Richie laughed, reaching up to grope at Mike’s hands, trying to loosen his grip. “Come on, that’s funny, Mike!”
“How did Aunt Ruth not actually kill you last summer?” Mike asked, finally releasing Richie’s face and letting it rest back on his leg. “I mean, she doesn’t even like it when Mom says ‘God’ in the house. Let alone you talking about genitals every few minutes.”
“I mostly stayed at the arcade, honestly.” Richie confessed. “I’d go from school, to therapy, to the arcade, then roll into bed long after they had gone to sleep. I just avoided them the whole time.”
“You did?” Mike asked, placing his hand back in Richie’s hair. Aunt Ruth always called every other week and told stories about Richie’s progress and his behavior around the house. Mike didn’t know it was all a lie. He had assumed Richie had told him everything.
“Yeah, I was only going to make them miserable.” Richie didn’t seem to be upset by the truth about himself. He shrugged and closed his eyes again, looking like he was ready for another promising nap. “But, between Stan and Bill I always had somewhere to be.”
“Why didn’t you tell Mom?” Mike asked. As much as Richie kept saying he didn’t like eating seafood and would “starve” if he went to Maine, Mike always knew there was a grain of truth to his strong refusal to go. Mike just didn’t think it had anything to do with feeling like he didn’t belong with his own family.
“Right. Like I’d tell her that her own sister thinks I’m a fucking nudge.” Richie laughed coldly. “And you’re going to tell her you had a goddamn government grade mutant in the basement because she could find your friend in an alternate dimension.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s the exact same.” Richie countered. “Mom would laugh at both things and tell us we’re crazy and to shut up– or at least she says that last part to me.” He cracked his eyes back open if only to roll them before closing them over again.
“Well now you’re home.” Mike soothed, petting Richie’s hair again. He was hoping he’d fall asleep again, even though Mike was losing feeling in his leg from Richie’s weight pressing on his knee. He wanted his brother to get some sleep. Maybe being next to him would ease his panic that he had been left in that weird well-hosting house.
“Hey, Mike?” Richie mumbled, words slurring with sleep.
“Yeah, Rich?”
“‘Re you gonna get mad if I drool on your leg?”
“No.” Mike laughed, carefully opening his book and picking up his pen. “I won’t be mad.”
“Okay okay cool okay.” He mumbled, curling his legs into his body and settling his head against Mike’s leg. “Cool.”
“Hey, Mike?” He said again.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks.”
“For what?” Mike asked as if he was asking a child. He laughed at the innocence in Richie’s voice as he tried to write again.
“Thanks.” Richie repeated. “Thanks, Mike.”
“Okay, you better stop talking before you embarrass yourself.” Mike shushed his brother, keeping his hand in Richie’s hair but stopping the movement. “Get some sleep, Rich.”
“Be here when I wake up?” Richie asked, his hand reaching up and grabbing Mike’s resting in his hair. Mike couldn’t go anywhere with all of Richie’s weight resting over his leg, but he assured him he would be. “Okay.” He said with a sigh, his body falling lax as he sighed. “Don’t do anything weird.”
“Does that mean I can’t draw on your face?” Mike giggled, dragging the cap of his pen over Richie’s cheek. “I can draw a pretty wonky looking flower.” Mike pretended to already be drawing, sticking his tongue out of his mouth with faux concentration.
“Yeah, no.” Richie said, fingers curling around Mike’s hand. “Your flowers always look like weird vaginas.”
“They do not!” Mike argued, gasping.
“Yeah, they do. You wouldn’t know, of course.” Richie laughed, peeking through squinted eyelids again. “But they totally do. Don’t.”
“Fine.”
Mike sighed and let Richie feel accomplished by his insult, eyes closing again and his body leaning into Mike’s legs. He’d get some deserved sleep, and Mike could get some peace and quiet to finish his campaign. They’d have a few moments away from their family, people clueless to their secrets. They’d have a few moments to be kids, just two regular kids enjoying winter break. They’d be normal again, just for an hour. They’d be average. Except one of them was getting a weird-looking flower all over his face.
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