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vecnuthy · 9 months

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Steddie first kiss scenario

Accident: mistaken identity due to Steve being absolutely hammered | wc 893 |

Two hours into a Harrington house party, Eddie was getting near the end of his inventory and his social battery. The cup of punch-colored alcohol he'd been nursing had kept him nice and fuzzy for a while, but with the end in sight, he dumped the rest down the kitchen sink, tossed the cup in the trash, then turned, opting to walk out the back yard rather than navigate through the packed house.

But his progress was stopped in an empty hall by the man of the house himself, Steve Harrington.

A very drunk Steve Harrington, at that, considering the extra droop of his pretty eyes, lazy smile, overly loose movements, and the way he crashed into Eddie, pinning him against a small table, slurring loudly, "Nance! There'y'are."

He looked and smelled absolutely sloshed as he swayed further into Eddie's space.

"Steve, wha-"

"Been loogin for y' everywhere."

Before Eddie could even do anything, Steve's hands were buried in his curls and pulling him in until their lips met and - wow, that was definitely Steve Harrington's rum-soaked tongue in his mouth, making his stomach swoop, the heat from Steve's flushed face igniting a fire that tore across Eddie's skin, burning faster with every movement of Steve's lips. Lips that were soft, unlike the fingers curling, pulling Eddie's roots enough to make Eddie's hips press into Steve's, make him want to moa-

"You taste different. Like smoke and.....and peaches, hv'you been smoking?!" He frowned and shook his head. "S'not good for you."

He paused in thought as Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, mouth and scalp tingling from Steve's onslaught. His brain refused to make sense of anything happening. Were he not half propped up by the table against the wall and Steve's hold, Eddie would probably be on the floor.

"Wanna smoke now, achlly," Steve said as he put enough space between them to pat at his pockets before realizing with a laugh, "Oh wai', you've got 'em!"

He started patting at the pockets of a very shell-shocked Eddie as he continued to ramble, "And peashes. Where'd you ge' peashes? Y'llergic to the fuzz. You 'idn't eat that, d'you?"

Steve patted a little too far over the front of his jeans, making Eddie, honestly on the verge of blacking out, yelp. Steve giggled out, "Ticklish," then added, "You're taller," before pouting, "Ugh, your pockets 'r so full. When d'you put jeans on?" Steve let out a frustrated whine before huffing, "God, I can't find'em, just - "

Steve paused then smiled like he remembered the secret of life, and muttered, "You've got the smoke."

And just like that, Eddie's face was smooshed between Steve's hands, breath barely ghosting over Eddie's lips before he breathed Eddie in, eyes closed, probably imagining nicotine flooding his system.

Eddie would make a run for it if he were able to move, but he couldn't will his body to do anything but buzz from shock yet sing for Steve's touch.

Steve opened his eyes, and he took a long, glazed-over look at Eddie's face, settling on his lips.

"You kind of look different. Your lips....they're bigger." His eyes closed slowly then grew comically large. "D'you eat the fuzz, Nance?!" Steve panicked, then looked Eddie in the eyes again, and took a shuddering breath. "Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like -" Steve's face softened "- like his."

"Steve?"

To Eddie's immense horror, a very confused Barbara Holland had appeared behind Steve.

"Barrrb! Hey, guess what? Nance's been smoking!" he giggled.

"What?" Barb's eyes flicked back and forth between a very panicked, frozen Eddie.

"She tastes like smoke! Nancy Wheeler, smoking!" He cackled gleefully, but made it known that he was proud of her by turning back to Eddie and slurring, "You're so cool, 's like it's Halloween. Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby." And he swooped in and kissed Eddie one more time.

"Okay, Steve!" Barb shrieked and pulled him away. "Let's get you some water!" She shot Eddie a wide-eyed questioning look and steered a stumbling Steve toward the kitchen.

"He's so wasted, he thought I was Nancy!" Eddie rushed out quietly, which made Barb snort.

Eddie's face burned, numb to everything except where Steve had touched him. Which was kind of everywhere, actually, so he felt on fire. "And it happened before I could even- I didn't know what to d-"

"Eddie!" She cut off his rambling, then sighed. "Don't worry, you're fine. You're fine. Understand?" She was waiting for a response.

Eddie, head still swimming, nodded cautiously.

"Good," she said, letting some of her tension melt away, which Eddie tried to copy. "Doubt he'll remember any of it, anyway. I know I don't want to."

Eddie winced at that.

"No, it's not you, it's just-" she huffed then shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Drive safe, Eddie."

And just like that, she was gone.

Eddie followed suit with Steve's voice echoing in his head, an overlapping manic cacophony of

"Your lips....they're bigger."

"Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like...like his."

"Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby."

Two kisses because Steve thought Eddie was his girl.

And her best friend had seen the second.

Actual fucking kisses because Steve thought he was his.

Thought Eddie was his.

Said he tasted like smoke and peaches.

Eddie drove home in a daze.

#eddie: just gonna head out #steve: my girlfriend! who's suddenly taller! with brown eyes! and in jeans with /full pockets/! look SO good #steve: like eddie #eddie: 👁👄👁 (404 not found)#barb wasn't a fan of steve's #barb goes missing from the harrington house two weeks later #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #cw: alcohol

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grandwretch · 1 year

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star trek au.

steve is sent to tarsus iv after barb holland dies in his backyard. his parents send him off to live with aunt, light-years away, hoping the colony life will calm his rebellious streak.

everything changes.

its awful, at first. steve is used to being surrounded by people, to freshers and replicators and holos. eventually, he gets used to the chores and the old fashioned tech, but he's still lonely.

robin helps. she works in his aunt's lab, too clumsy to work in the fields like steve does. after his shift is over, watering and weeding and hauling done, they'll sit under the fan in his aunt's office and recount every movie they can remember to each other.

when the fungus creeps into his aunt's field, they think its her experiments. they burn all the crops, and steve is out of a job until his aunt can run the numbers and find out what went wrong. until they can start over.

so steve starts babysitting. its way more fun than field work, even if he complains the whole time. the kids are funnier and smarter than his friends back home, and their parents are kind, the way he wished the harringtons could be. max teaches him to ride a vehicle with wheels. mike and nancy teach him to cook. dustin explains starfleet comms systems to him so many times that steve thinks he might actually be beginning to understand. he, el, and lucas go fishing every sunday. will and jonathan try to teach him how to paint the view from his house, even though it always ends in a mess and a playful, colorful fight.

but the fungus spreads. and steve has never been hungry before, but he knows its fucked that his rations are bigger than the wheelers' and the hendersons' and the sinclairs', and that theirs are bigger than the hoppers' and the byers' and the mayfields'. he doesn't know a lot about whats happening, but he knows its wrong. so he eats as little as possible, gives what can't be saved to the kid, and stores the rest. he ignores the constant pit in his stomach.

the pit grows when his aunt pulls him into her office one night, her face haggard with hunger and horror. because she just helped write a list of people who get to live through this famine, and his name is on it. so are mike and nancy, and lucas and erica, and that's it. claudia henderson made the cut, but not her son. he looks too different, costs too much. not susan mayfield, the hardest worker he's ever met, or her daughter. not joyce byers and her sons, not el hopper. not robin, who saved him.

everything changes.

his aunt must see the disgust on steve's face, because she tells him that it doesn't matter if he's on the list or not, if he fights this, he'll be dead. they all will.

steve nods, forgives her. smiles. goes to his room, pulls the bag out from under his bed. climbs out the window.

he goes to robin first, holds her while she cries. steve can't cry yet, his mind too busy spinning plans. they'll go to the wheelers' first, because they won't be watched, but steve knows there's no way that mike and nancy will go quietly if jonathan and will aren't there. then lucas and erica, if they want. then the byers, then the mayfields, then... the plan continues to spin.

joyce is already gone by the time they get there, but the boys are huddled together in their fort. he and robin don't let them look. susan isn't gone, just missing, but steve knows they're running out of time. it takes too long to convince max to leave, so by the time they make it to the hoppers', the soldiers have beat them to it.

el is covered in blood. max screams, and its only the phaser shots from the front yard, paired with jim's shotgun, that keeps them from getting caught. steve picke up el, and they run

they hide next to the fishing hole, even though all the fish are dead. its familiar, its isolated, its quiet.

they get through all of steves food in a week.

two days later, steve leaves in search of more. five hours later later, he helps eddie munson kill a man.

everything changes.

#steddie #Steve harrington #star trek au #death cw #eugenics cw

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bxcketbarnes · 6 years

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Bizarre Love Triangle

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1871

Author’s Note: Listen to this song while reading it if you want. It’s kind of based on it, but some of the lyrics are in the fic! This is kind of heartbreaking at first, but it picks up in the end cause as you all know I hate sad endings!

For the past couple weeks, I had to sit on the sidelines, watching Nancy and Jonathan become closer to each other. These couple weeks I had to endure the feeling of being forgotten by my only best friend. Sometimes I’ll walk by the two of them and Jonathan won’t even notice me, too busy laughing or smiling at something she said.

Today is like any other day… being invisible to your best friend as he ogled over Nancy Wheeler. I walked through the school doors, finding them standing near her locker and my heart breaks a little more. I cleared my throat, blinking rapidly to keep the tears in as I turned back around, bumping into someone.

“S-Sorry,” I stuttered, my hands on the broad chest as I glanced up, seeing Steve Harrington standing in front of me. “Excuse me,” I whispered, rushing past him as tears began to stream down my face.

“Wait! Y/N!” Steve yelled and my brain told me to keep running, but my feet plant in place, keeping my back to him. He stepped in front of me, looking down at me as he moved strands of hair out of my face. “What’s the matter?”

“I-It’s nothing, Steve,” I mumbled, trying to walk past him, but he places his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from moving forward. “Steve… just please let me go. I’m not in the mood for this today.”

His hands released my shoulders and I continued forward, walking to the nearest park so I can clear my mind. Once I arrived at the park, I sat down on one of the swings, letting out a huff of breath.

Why all of a sudden he’s into Nancy? What’s wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Good enough? I’m his best friend… well, I was.

I could feel tears streaming down my face as I slowly swung, dragging my tennis shoes against the dirt.

A loud engine snapped me out of my thoughts as I looked up, seeing Jonathan’s car parked on the side of the road, he himself walking towards me.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be in school?” Jonathan joked as my eyes stayed on the ground, shrugging my shoulders.

“Shouldn’t you,” I muttered bitterly, glancing up at him to see his smile turn into a frown.

He cleared his throat, taking a seat on the swing next to me as the two of us just sat in silence. “Is everything okay?” Jonathan asked and I scoffed.

“Peachy. Everything’s fucking peachy, Jonathan,” I mumbled, anger flowing through my veins. “I mean why wouldn’t everything be okay when your only best friend ignores you for the past two weeks?”

His lips parted, trying to find something to say but fails. Jonathan’s head dipped low, getting up from the swing before walking in the direction of my house. A hand wrapped around my wrist making me stop in my tracks, turning to face my best friend. “W-Wait I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t realize what I was doing to you until Steve came up to Nancy and I, asking me how you were doing.”

I glanced towards the ground, my heart pounding in my chest as Jonathan’s hands slowly slid up my arm. “Jonathan…” I began, but he cut me off.

“No, let me finish. I know it’s not possible for you to forgive me so easily, but w-would you want to hang out? Just the two of us? We can listen to mixtapes I’ve made like we always did,” he asked, looking down at me and I nodded my head softly, smiling up at him.

“Y-Yeah, I do,” I whispered and Jonathan grinned, leading me towards his car. The two of us got into the car, heading towards the Byer’s house in a comfortable silence. I looked towards Jonathan a couple times, watching him focus on the road, his bottom lip in between his teeth. His eyes snapped towards mine and I quickly looked away, my cheeks flushed slightly.

Jonathan parked outside of his house, both of us getting out and heading inside. He mumbled a quick hello to his mother, Joyce, before dragging me to his room.

“Hi, Joyce!” I yelled out, laughing a bit.

“Hi, darling! I’ll see you later,” she laughed as well. Jonathan and I got into his room, him shutting the door behind him as I sat down on his comfortable bed. He walked over to his cassette player, putting a tape in before hitting play. A familiar beat began to play, bobbing my head to the soft music as he sat down next to me.

Every time I think of you

I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue

It's no problem of mine

But it's a problem I find

Living a life that I can't leave behind

The smile on my face fell a bit, flashbacks of Jonathan and Nancy laughing and talking together filling my mind as I glanced towards the Byers boy. His eyes were already on me as he had a sad expression on his face.

But there's no sense in telling me

The wisdom of the fool won't set you free

But that's the way that it goes

And it's what nobody knows

Well every day my confusion grows

“Hey…” he whispered, scooting closer to me as I looked down at my hands that are resting in my lap. “Even though I’ve started hanging out with her and I’ve kind of ignored you unintentionally, you’re my favorite human,” Jonathan’s hand came up to my cheek, softly rubbing my cheekbone as I felt my eyes begin to tear up.

Every time I see you falling

I get down on my knees and pray

I'm waiting for that final moment

You say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good

“W-What you did really hurt,” I started, a tear sliding down my cheek as Jonathan took one of my hands into his, gazing at our entwined fingers. My eyes stayed on his face, nibbling on my bottom lip before continuing, “I just thought that since you two had shared trauma with Will and Barb that it’d be a given of you two getting close, but I didn’t think I’d lose my best friend over it.”

“You didn’t lose me. I’m right here,” he mumbled, taking my face in both his hands. We stared into each other’s eyes, our foreheads almost touching as my heart began to beat faster. “I’ve realized my mistake and I’m never ever going to make you feel like that ever again.”

I'm feeling like I never should

Whenever I get this way

I just don't know what to say

Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

I'm not sure what this could mean

“I-Is it bad to wish we could go back to the way everything was before Will went missing? We wouldn’t have to go through all the emotional trauma Hawkins Lab put us through, y-you and I would still be outcasts, hating all the humans at school,” I laughed at the last bit, sniffling slightly as I heard him chuckle as well.

“No, of course, it’s not bad. I would wish that as well if I could. I hated seeing my mother, you, in such heartbreak. I care so much for you. Way more than a best friend should, but that was bound to happen in my book,” my heart fluttered at his words, looking up at him to see our faces inches apart.

I don't think you're what you seem

I do admit to myself

That if I hurt someone else

Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be

“You are truly incredible, Byers,” I whispered, one of my hands resting on his chest, softly gripping the black t-shirt he’s wearing. Jonathan grinned down at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Usually I’m more nervous around beautiful girls, especially you since I’m basically in love with you, but honestly I couldn’t feel any more confident at this moment,” he whispered, his breath fanning against my lips as my eyes flutter closed.

I tightened my grip on his shirt, pulling him closer to me as our foreheads touched. I could hear his breath hitch in his throat and I swallow thickly, my heart pounding against my chest. Jonathan’s hands moved back to my face, pressing our lips together. I let out a small gasp, not expecting him to be so bold as I begin to kiss him back.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers glide through his soft chocolate hair, tilting my head to the side as our mouths opened up a bit. The kiss began to get heated, Jonathan’s hands moving to my hips as he placed me on his lap, nibbling on my bottom lip. A small moan escaped my lips, fingers gripping his hair a bit as our tongues danced with each other.

The two of us pulled away from each other when his bedroom door was opened, his mother standing in the doorway. “Y/N do you wanna stay for-,” Joyce cut herself off as she looked up, seeing me sitting on her eldest son’s lap, hands entwined in his hair and our eyes widened with our cheeks dusted pink.

“M-Mom,” Jonathan stuttered, setting me on the bed next to him. My eyes looked at everything but Joyce, feeling super embarrassed that she caught us making out… heavily.

“S-Sorry. I was just wondering if Y/N wanted to stay for dinner,” she muttered, smiling at the two of us and I glanced over at Jonathan to see him already looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders, giving him a small grin before looking back at his mother.

“I’d love to stay for dinner, Joyce,” I grinned and she clapped her hands silently before returning back to the kitchen. I heard Jonathan sigh next to me and I turned my gaze towards him, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

“Well that was embarrassing,” he chuckled to which I nodded in agreement, taking his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers.

“It may have been embarrassing, but at least I know that your mom already likes me,” I laughed, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. I think my mom always said we’d end up together,” he smiled, placing a kiss on the side of my head. I softly rubbed my hand on his chest, Should I Stay or Should I Go began to play and the somehow the smile on my face widened. Jonathan rubbed my back, gently running his nails along it. “You are the most beautiful genuine human I’ve encountered and I couldn’t ask for anything more…”

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