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You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start

Word Count: 7904

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU

Summary: You both knew how he was and yet you somehow still put your faith in him to not to treat you like all the others. Lesson learned. At least you got a song out of it, right?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Angst and Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Feels, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Threesome - F/M/M, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Humor

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It all started a couple of weeks ago during movie night at Steve’s.

After everyone had gone to sleep in various areas of the house, the three of us were still a bit wired. So we retreated to Steve’s room and decided to play a game of 20 questions. Truth or dare really, without the ridiculous dares.

A question about sexual orientation came up. As it always seems too during these things.

Everyone knows you don’t have a preference for who you share your bed with. Gender truly means nothing to you in that regard. Seeing as there is no term for such an orientation these days you tend to go by Queer or Bi if someone really pushes it.

Your beloved Eddie is the same way. He just choses to remain label-less.

Although you’re a couple, you do tend to allow others into your bed from time to time if the mood strikes you. Your each other’s end game though for sure. Play partners are just that, for play.

Your only somewhat surprised to find out that Steve isn’t completely straight and has fooled around with men before. Always as a top of course. The man really loves to be serviced as much as he loves servicing. Or so he says.

“Have you ever kissed a guy before? Hooking up can mean a variety of things that don’t always include kissing.” You ask.

“Um,” He scratches the back of his neck. “Actually, I haven’t.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you’ve had a dick in your mouth but never kissed a man?” Eddie chuckles out.

“Well, yeah.”

You and Eddie share a look with each other. Devilish smiles spreading across your faces. You’ve had many a conversation and dirty talk that involved your shared attraction and crush one Steve Harrington.

“Do you want to?” You ask.

“Want to what?”

“See what it’s like to kiss guy?” You and Eddie blurt out at the same time.

“I mean I wouldn’t say no. But funny enough, it’s never really come up.”

“What do you think sweetheart? Should I volunteer myself for a little experimentation?” Eddie wiggles his brows.

“I don’t mind. But it’s not up to me now is it puppy?”

“Harrington?”

Steve’s eyes are locked on Eddies lips as he bites his own.

“How bout we give him a little taste of them in action?” You propose as you dance your fingers along the smooth collum of skin along Eddie’s Adam’s apple.

“I think that is a fabulous idea.” He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Bringing your mouth to his where they connect in an all too familiar embrace. It’s slow, sensual, and so damn sweet it’s almost teeth rottingly beautiful.

Steve is entranced. Hypnotized by the natural way you submit to Eddie’s control. He wants a taste of that. Even if just this once. Because that is all he can ever be good for. Just one night.

Or so he believes. He has never stayed longer than that. The only time he ever allowed himself that kind of indulgence was with Nancy. That ended up with him being left anyway, so what was the point of trying to stay if everyone always leaves.

That’s a problem for later though. Right now, he really wants to know what Eddie’s lips feel like and how you taste on his tongue. It’s a two for one deal he’s dying to try if the uncomfortable bulge in his sweats is anything to go by.

Eddie breaks the kiss. Hand still clasped around your chin. Your eyes are lust blown and you have the sexiest little smile on your face.

“Think you wanna give it a try Big Boy?” Eddie’s is riddled with its own lust.

He visibly swallows and nods his head. “Yeah.”

Eddie releases your face. A whimper escapes you in protest and he gives your forehead a quick peck. “I’ll be right back baby. I know you want to know what the King tastes like. Be a good girl for me and I’ll let your first taste of him be mixed with my tongue. Hmm.”

You nod your head.

“Words, little bunny.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Crawling over on his hands and knees, Eddie moves toward an anxious looking Steve. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

Steve nods his head. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He reaches forward, running a hand up Steve’s neck before tangling his fingers through the hair along his nape and pulling him forward. Similarly to the way he pulled you in just minutes before. He stops with his mouth just millimeters separating them. Giving Steve the chance to back out if that was what he wanted to do.

Instead Steve closes the gap and allows himself to be taking under Eddie’s spell. His lips are soft but that’s the only thing soft about this kiss. It is intense and all consuming. Making all his blood continue to run south to his already aching dick. Turning it to stone.

He can hear a faint whine in the distance. Most likely coming from you. He wants to see what this kiss is doing to make you whine like that. He’s dying to know what you think.

He doesn’t have to wait long to figure it out as Eddie pulls back. Releasing his hold on Steve’s hair. A small string of saliva connecting them to each other until they both turn to look at you.

You’re squirming in your spot on the floor. Thighs squeezed tight together. Looking for something to ease the ache you’re experiencing between your neglected pussy.

“Come here bunny girl.” Eddie husks out with a quirk of his fingers.

You quickly scramble over to him. As you’re deciding where to sit, he grips your waist and places you on his lap. Making sure your sweet little pussy is nestled in close to his rock-hard length. You whimper a bit at the feeling of him right up against where you need him most.

“What are you waiting for Bunny? You’ve earned your taste.” He sticks his tongue out and you latch on to it with a hunger Steve was not prepared for.

You moan as the flavor of him mixes with your boyfriends. Deepening the kiss your hips begin to grind against Eddie’s hardness nestled between your thighs.

Steve can’t help but to palm his own hardness trapped within his sweats. Is our combined taste really turning you on that much?

Eddie’s hands are gripped tight on your ass. Helping guide you over his shaft.

Steve may have had a wet dream or five about a scenario involving the three of you, just like this.

His eyes are fixated on the swell of your ass adorned with Eddie’s silver ringed fingers. He barely registers that Eddie has asked him a question.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you needed any help with that?” He points to Steve’s crotch. Where his hand has slipped under his sweats and has taken a full grip on his dick. Precum has begun to leak from his tip, creating a small wet patch against the grey fabric. He didn’t even realize that he had been slowly jacking off.

“Uh, Shit. Sorry. No. No. It’s ok. You guys stay here. I’m going to go take care of this.”

You whine when he gets up to walk out of the room. It stops him midway to the door.

Eddie begins to reassure you. “Oh Bunny. It’s okay. Stevie didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sure he wanted a kiss from you too. Who wouldn’t want to drown in your sugary sweetness?”

“What?” Steve turns with a look of confusion on his face.

“Oh your still here.” Eddie nonchalantly states. “She thinks she ruined your experience by being too eager over getting a taste of you when you never asked to kiss or involve her.”

Shock registers on his face. “Excuse me?”

“Tell him Bunny.” Eddie pinches your ass.

You fidget in Eddies lap. Unable to make eye contact with Steve. “Um. Well. I just got so turned-on watching you guys’ kiss. It was really fucking hot. I wanted to see more. Where it would lead to. Maybe even get my own private little live action porno. I was going to stay out of it. Promise I was. But then Eddie told me to come over for a taste and I just lost my mind. I’m sorry Steve. I should be the one to leave to let you guys enjoy yourself. We usually play together but I can stay on the sidelines or leave the room if that’s what you need me to do.”

“Why would you leave the room?”

“So you can continue your little switching experiment without any distractions.”

“You’re not a distraction in the way you’re thinking, Sug. Trust me.” Steve states with a crooked little smile.

“Then what way is it?”

“The, I can’t tell if I want you sandwiched between us or I want to be sandwiched between you two, kind of way.”

Your lips round on an exhale. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He bites his lip. “And you kissed Eddie first remember. So I already got a taste of you and that really wasn’t enough.”

“What are you saying Steve? Do want to kiss me?”

“I’ve always had a sweet tooth. Why wouldn’t I want a taste of all that Sugar?”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words.

“Damn. King Steve strikes again. She’s like putty in your hands. Took me like a month to get her like this.”

“I can’t take all the credit. I didn’t even know she was submissive until you grabbed her chin and she melted into your kiss. I may have pulled her a bit deeper but that’s all you Eddie.”

“Thanks Stevie.” The man beams with pride. “So which one do you want more?”

“More what?”

“Do you want to have her sandwiched between us? Or do you want to be the filling in the middle?” Eddie asks.

Steve groans and grabs his cock once more. “Honestly.” He gives himself a squeeze as he imagines just what he wants. “I want to know what it feels like to be in the middle. I’ve only bottomed once or twice. I enjoyed it but I felt like something was missing. To fill someone up while I’m also nice and full. Fuck, that sounds heavenly.”

“Oh, Big Boy. Your wish is definitely my command. What do you say Bunny? Wanna have ourselves a Stevie sandwich. Finally see what all the fuss is about?”

“Yes, please.” You quickly agree. Uncaring of how this might go terribly wrong. Steve is the King of fuckboys after all.

“You heard her. Lose the clothes Harrington.” Eddie demands.

As Steve strips himself, Eddie takes his time undressing you. Almost as if he was putting on a show for Steve. Once you’re bare, he tells you to go lie on the bed as he quickly devests himself of his own tight clothing.

You're playing with yourself by the time they both reach the bed. Sinking two fingers into your dripping cunt. Coating them in your sweet arousal. Slowly pulling them out, you spread your fingers wide to show off the sticky mess now coating your hand.

Sitting up, you offer up your slick soaked fingers to Steve.

He crawls up into his bed, settling himself between your thighs. Widening them further with his hips as he weaves his tongue between your digits before sucking them into his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks and moaning at the sweet tartness dancing along his tastebuds.

A hand between his shoulder blades has Steve blinking his eyes open. Pupils blown out. Leaving only a sliver of their hypnotic brown to be seen.

“I know for a fact that my Bunny is more than wet enough to help aid in your bottoming adventure. But it never hurts to add some extra lubrication. Got any lube in here Stevie? If not, I’ll have to make a trip to the van.” Eddie inquires.

Eyes never straying from your glistening folds Steve responds to Eddie almost on autopilot. “N-nightstand. Top drawer. It’s a pretty new bottle too.”

“Good boy.” Eddie gives his ass a light slap and retrieves the lube. On his way back onto the bed he leans down to check in with you. Placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “You still ok with this Bunny?”

“I’m very green, Sir. Check for yourself if you don’t believe me.” You tease.

He slides his hand down your torso. The metal of this rings cool against your over heated skin. When he meets the tender flesh of your pussy, he strokes along your weeping slit. Gathering your wetness to then tease your clit with tiny little circles.

You can’t help the moan that escapes. He knows how to use those dexterous guitarist fingers, all too well.

“Mmm. Thanks for the assist baby. This’ll definitely help ease my fingers inside him.”

With his hand on Steve’s hip, he slides it down to grip his cheek. Spreading the supple skin to allow him access to Steve’s own little sweet hole.

“Now, Stevie. While I'm back here doing the hard work of prepping this nice ass of yours. I’m going to need you to be as relaxed as possible. My advice is to slide inside Bunnies warm and inviting cunt. I promise the grip of her walls hugging your cock will turn your brain to mush.”

“You good with that Sugar? Gonna let me sink right in?” Steve whispers in your ear.

“Please. I’m so empty Stevie.” You beg.

“We can’t have that now can we?” Giving himself a slow stroke. He gives his base a squeeze as he glides his tip along your folds. Tapping it against your aching button, making you gasp and squirm.

Your eyes remain focused on his face as he notches himself at your entrance and slowly pushes his way inside.

Your mouth opens on a silent moan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the intrusion as you whisper a soft, “Oh fuck.”

“What is it Bunny?” Eddie, who has been watching with his own hand wrapped around his dick, asks.

“Big.” You moan out. “He’s so big. Sooo full.”

Eddie gives a little sadistic chuckle. “Oh this is going to be even more fun than I originally thought.”

Steve turns his head. Having caught his breath from the initial shock of your tight pussy gripping him tight. Ready with a sassy reply on his tongue. A reply that never makes it past his throat, as Eddie takes his fingers coated in your slick and teases them against his hole.

With a little pressure, Eddie’s fingertip sinks in. He pushes it further past the ring of muscle until he is two knuckles deep. Pulling out he adds a second finger and begins scissoring them.

Steve groans at the intrusion. Hips grinding involuntarily from the sensations. His trimmed patch of hair along his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive pearl. Pulling quiet moans from your throat.

Eddie continues with his prep until he feels that Steve is ready to take his cock. Snapping the bottle of lube open, he applies a generous amount to his rigid length.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips Steve’s cheeks. Spreading him wide and spitting on his hole for good measure. With his dick firmly in hand he kisses the tip to Steve’s puckered hole and gently inches his way in.

Both men groan as Eddie bottoms out. Steve, overloaded with pleasurable sensations, is a panting mess.

“You gonna get those hips moving and satisfy my girl or am I going to have to fuck the both of you myself?” Eddie taunts.

“How the hell would you do that?” Steve ponders out loud.

“Like this.” Eddie pulls out almost to the tip and slams back forward. Thrusting so hard that he moves Steve’s hips. Pushing him deeper inside of you.

When he pulls back once more, Steve’s hips back out from you just a bit with them.

Than Eddies does it again. Choosing to stay still once he’s slammed home. “So again. Are you gonna fuck us yourself or am I going to be the one doing all the fucking?”

“Fuck. You. Eddie.” Steve grits out through pants.

“Maybe next time.” Eddie teases. “At least rub Bunny’s clit. Want to watch her come all over your dick before you lose it. With how taut your muscles are I expect this to go rather quickly.”

Steve turns to glare over his shoulder at Eddie. The subtle movement causes his hips to tilt in just a way that has his thickness grazing against your sweet spongy spot making you moan. Grabbing the attention of both men.

Your eyes are glazed over, and your bottom lip is being held hostage by your top teeth.

“Look at you little one. Laying here all patient like a good girl while we bicker like fools.” Steve coos. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“She’s the best girl.” Eddie says. Leaning over Steve’s shoulder to gaze down at you. “She deserves a reward for such good behavior don’t you think? How about a cream pie? Hmm. Stevie fills you up with a fat load while I do the same to him. Sound good to you Bunny?”

“Please.” You whine. You just want someone to move already. You’re so turned on it won’t take much for you to come undone.

Steve groans at your plea. Eddie swivels his hips and grinds deeper into Steve once more. Causing the overstimulated man to arch back into him and then plunge himself forward. Finally giving in and taking all the pleasure he can get.

It doesn’t take long before the room is filled with the cacophony of moans and whimpers as you lose yourselves in each other. The unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh rattling off the walls.

Steve’s thumb is rubbing circles against your swollen clit and you can no longer take the torture. You are the first one to succumb to the pleasure and lose your in the tidal wave of an orgasm.

Your pussy clenching down around Steve causes a domino effect. Without warning Steve’s length thickens even further as his cock begins to unload rope after rope of his creamy seed into your waiting womb.

The orgasm so powerful that his own hole, stretched wide by Eddie’s girth, starts to pulsate with each spurt. Taking Eddie over the edge, as he buries himself deep and let’s Steve milk him for all he’s worth.

You all collapse to the bed in a puddle of tangled limbs. Your pussy is a drenched mess covered in slick and Steve’s cum leaking from your still quivering hole. Eddie can’t help but lean over and clean the mess up with his tongue. Even going so far as to clean your essence off of Steve’s dick as well. Giving the stunned man a deep kiss once he’s finished.

He then proceeds to scoop you up into his arms and bring you to the bathroom so you can pee. There will be no UTI’s on his watch. When you’ve finished, he places you on the counter and using a warm wash cloth, delicately cleans your swollen petals of any remaining mess. A common practice in his aftercare.

Upon exiting the bathroom, with you wrapped tightly around his torso, Eddie notices the room is now vacant. Steve is nowhere to be found. He places you back on the bed and tucks himself in behind you.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Probably just went to use another bathroom. Get some sleep Bunny.” He kisses the back of your neck and you lose yourself to the pull of slumber.

You wake the next morning. Still wrapped in Eddies arms. The spot next to you in bed looks the same as before you crashed. You try and carefully remove yourself from your boyfriends’ arms but he begins to stir, pulling you in closer.

“Baby, I have to pee and we need to get going. I’m sure everyone is already awake.”

“Okay. Okay.” Eddie mumbles.

You pull yourselves out of bed, get dressed and make your way out to the kitchen where you hear numerous voices chattering.

“Morning.” You greet your friends. Noting that a particular person is missing. “Where’s Steve?”

“Oh, he left already. Said he had something he needed to do at work this morning.” Dustin relays.

“It’s Sunday. We don’t even open until 11. What could he possibly have to do?” Robin argues.

“I don’t know. That’s just what he told me.”

You and Eddie share a look. You can’t hide the mild hurt in your eyes. You really hope this isn’t what your gut is screaming it is.

Turns out, it was exactly what you thought it was.

You haven’t heard from or seen Steve since that night you all spent tangled up together. Eddie’s calls to hang out received “I’m sorry man. I’m busy,” or “Let me think about it”. If they didn’t go straight to voicemail.

You don’t even know what happened. You weren’t expecting him to crawl back into your guy’s bed or want to be a part of the relationship. But you also weren't expecting him to ghost the both of you like he has all the others. You were friends. The best of friends you thought. But it looks like you were sorely mistaken.

And goddamn does it sting.

“Bunny, I’m loving that the creative juices are flowing, but we really need to rehearse for this week’s show baby. Kind of hard to do without our lead singer.” Eddie teases you.

He’s also been effected by Steve’s coldness. He’s just better at hiding it. “What are you working on anyway?”

“I’m just working through some shit. Trying to purge it from my system. It’s that or turn to violence and vandalism.” You say with a sweet smile.

“I love how quickly you can go from sweet to vicious. All while maintaining a look of innocence.” He chuckles. “Let me see what ya got.”

You hand over your tattered notebook, where you’ve scribbled down your feelings toward the situation with Steve. He scans the words with a critical eye, brows furrowing like when he’s working on a new campaign for Hellfire Club.

“Do you have a melody for this already?”

“Kind of.”

“Good. So we can workshop it. I have some ideas.”

“Why would we need to workshop it?”

“Because babe. We’re going to preform it Saturday night in front of all our friends. Including Steve.”

“How on earth are we going to do that when he’s avoiding us like the plague?” You question.

He stretches his hand out to help you off the floor. Pulling you close as soon as you rise. “Just leave that to me, Bunny.” He kisses you on the nose and smacks your ass. “Now let’s make go make some music!”

“Come on Steve. Everyone’s waiting inside.” Robin whines.

“I told you I’m not feeling it tonight. I promised I would drive you and I have. Call me if you need a ride home.” Steve says with a sigh. He just wants to go home and sulk. Hiding from the recent feelings that he has been trying to avoid.

“Steeeeve. At least come inside and have one drink. Then you can go be grumpy at home.” She pleads.

“I’m not grumpy.” He huffs.

“Uh huh. And I don’t have a major crush on Vicki. You’ve been in a foul mood for weeks. You never know, their might be a little cutie inside to help bring you out of your funk.”

“Ugh. Fine.” He relents. Finding a parking spot and turning the car off. Robin beams with victory as they leave the car and head inside The Hideout.

They find their group of misfits rather quickly. You and Eddie don’t seem to be in attendance, much to his dismay. Sure he’s been avoiding the both of you but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy being in your presence.

Everyone greets him with their normal enthusiasm and jabs. Making him feel a little better for listening to Robin and coming inside.

“Ooh, It’s almost showtime.” Dustin says with excitement.

“Showtime?” Steve asks.

“Yeah showtime. Sug and Eddie’s band are debuting a new song tonight. They won’t tell any of us what it’s about so I’m excited to finally hear it.” He nonchalantly says.

“I heard this one is really personal.” Max chimes in.

“Ohhh. Even better.” Robin quips.

Steve just swallows. So that is where the two of you are. Getting ready to hit the stage. Maybe if he gets up and leaves now, you’ll never know he was even here.

Before he gets the chance to make an escape, the stage lights up with you dead center. Eddie is standing to your right. His favorite electric guitar strapped to his chest.

Even in the dim light of the bar you find your friends with ease. Eyes zoning in on Steve’s unmistakable frame. Your eyes lock for a moment as your drummer counts in and Eddie starts playing. It’s a beat he’s never heard before. Must be the new song. With a wink you turn to face the growing crowd and start singing.

The energy in the room is electric. You and Eddie are playing off of each other in perfect harmony. He can’t quite put his finger on why this new song is making him feel some type of way until there’s a lull and you enter a break down. Staring him down as you sing each note.

You were finished long before We had even seen the start Why don't you stand up? Be a man about it Fight with your bare hands about it now

I never wanted to say this You never wanted to stay, well did you? I put my faith in you, so much faith And then you just threw it away

You and Eddie sing the last chorus together on your mic. Foreheads pressed to each other’s. As Eddie strums his last chord and lets it ring out, he pulls you in by the back of your neck and lays a possessive kiss to your lips. You melt into the embrace, running your hands through his hair as the crowd goes wild.

As if you didn’t just call Steve out for treating the two of you like just another notch in his bedpost, you begin the next song. Throughout your whole set you continue to make eye contact with him. Never giving him a chance to escape. To run away like the coward he’s become.

You have a blast with your man onstage. Eddie playing up the sexy rocker as he teases and plays with you to the audience’s enjoyment.

The set is finally over and the bar has turned back to pumping music through the speakers. Steve is more than ready to leave. He just needs to finish his drink first.

Robin gets his attention. “That was such a great show. I love the new song. I can’t wait to tell Sug how much of a genius she is. If I could only find where she and Eddie slipped off too.”

“Oh they got held up by some couple. They’re right over there.” Dustin supplies.

Steve turns in the direction Dustin is pointing to find you very much engaged in a conversation. A pretty red head and her beefy mysterious looking blue-eyed boyfriend are very openly flirting with you. You’re smiling from ear to ear and Eddie is cracking jokes.

Steve does not like it. He watches as you exchange numbers. The red head giving you a kiss on the check before the couple heads back over to the bar.

Eddie leans over, whispering something in your ear as he tucks the phone number into your back pocket. Whatever it is has you biting your lip and taking a deep breath. Almost as if you need to center yourself.

You make your way over to the group. Hoots and hollers greet you from your friends.

“That was awesome. I could never dream of being that hot while running around on stage under all those lights.” Max confesses.

“Meh, you get used to it.” You shrug.

“What she means to say, is she is too busy trying to seduce me on stage that she doesn’t notice.” Eddie teases.

“I could fart in your general direction and your dick would rise to the occasion.” You retort.

“Thine bottom knows only how to speak in sensual tones. Far be it from me not to salute its sinful ways.” Eddie declares in his DM voice.

“You’re insufferable.”

“True. But at least I’m yours.”

“Yes. You most certainly are.” You lean in to place a sweet kiss to his Adams apple before snuggling in close to his chest.

Steve watches you closely. Yearning to be a part of your sweet moment.

Just look at them. They’re perfect. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. How could I have been so stupid? Why on earth am I hiding away from them?

As Steve loses himself to his self-flagellating thoughts, Eddie speaks up. “Thanks for coming tonight, guys. Means a lot to us. I think milady and I are going to call it a night though and head on home. Let’s have a movie night at our place this week. Let me know if you can’t make it.”

With that you make your rounds hugging your friends and saying good night. When you get to Steve, you just give him a nod of the head and a quiet ‘night’ as you make your way out the door.

The way you said goodbye, like it was nothing. Essentially giving him the same energy he was putting out these last few weeks is driving Steve crazy. He doesn’t understand why it’s bothering him so much, but he needs to find out.

The only way he is going to get answers is by asking you directly. No one in the group even knows that you all slept together. So they will be of no help.

How long should he wait before hopping in his car and hightailing it to your apartment? If he leaves straight away it’ll be too obvious. He’ll just have another drink and then head out.

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You’re fooling around on the couch. Your pants and panties tossed on the floor somewhere. Shirt tangled up in your bra hitched high over your tits.

Eddie’s shirt is hanging off the arm of the couch. Handcuff belt undone and hanging loosely from his belt loops. Jeans unzipped to allow his thickness to breathe as you grind against him. Hair a mess from you running your fingers through them as you suffocate yourselves in kisses.

You needed a release for all the pent tension tonight brought. Your still riding the high from performing mixed in with the satisfaction of giving the figurative middle finger to Steve and his fuckboy ways.

You miss your friend, but you have more respect for yourself and your man, than to be thrown to the side like that. Friends fuck. It happens. When it’s as good as the night the three of you spent together you should want an encore; not running for the hills like a little bitch.

There is only so much grace you can give him. If he ever chooses to come to his senses, his penance will not be swift. He will need to grovel and beg. Atone for the sins committed against us before any true forgiveness can be given. Hurting you is one thing. But to hurt your precious Eddie in the process is a criminal offence in your book.

There’s a knock on the door. Choosing to ignore it, you continue your heavy petting.

That is until you hear a muffled voice. “It’s me guys. Open up.” Knock. Knock. “Please.”

Eddie breaks the kiss. Throwing his head back against the couch cushion. He lets out a huff before moving you off his lap onto the couch so he can answer the door.

He doesn’t bother making himself presentable. Why should he? He throws open the door shirtless with his hair a mess, bulge protruding through his open jeans and a wet patch on his crotch.

“If it isn’t Harrington. What do ya need buddy? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” He can’t hide the smugness in his tone.

Steve looks behind Eddie to the couch where you’re comfortably laying, uncaring about your half naked state. He licks his lips, remembering how you taste. “We need to talk. Please just let me in.”

Eddie looks back at you. You give him a subtle nod and he moves aside. Swinging his arm to beckon Steve inside. “Sure. Have a seat. We’ll have our little convo. But only after I finish taking care of my little Bunny. You’ve waited this long already. You can wait a little longer.”

He strolls over to where you’re lying on the couch. He ghosts his calloused fingertips along your legs. “Lose the shirt and bra. Then I need you to spread these luscious thighs for me Bunny. Your keeping me from my favorite meal and you know how famished I get after a show.”

You happily do what is requested of you. Opening your legs wide. He admires the way the light glimmers off of your dripping folds as he devests himself of his jeans and boxers.

“Now Harrington, you’re to stay seated while I take care of my little bunny. Hands will remain on the arms where I can see them at all times. At no point are you allowed to touch yourself unless instructed by me. Understand?”

Steve nods his head.

“Words, Big boy. I need to hear it.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good.” He crawls between your legs. Placing your right leg on the floor, he hikes your left over his shoulder. Putting you fully on display.

With a wink to Steve he buries his face in your aching cunt. Groaning like a man starved as your essence assaults his tastebuds. His grip on your thighs tighten as his tongue licks a wide trail from your entrance to your sensitive clit.

“God, you taste even sweeter tonight.” He growls out.

Getting back to the task at hand, he hums against your swollen pearl. Turning you into a moaning, whimpering mess. Your hands find purchase in Eddie’s unruly curls. Grounding yourself as his mouth takes you on a journey of decadent pleasure.

Seriously, this man’s tongue is dangerous.

Before you know it, you’re coming undone. The orgasm catching you by surprise with how quickly it came about. Eddie holds you down in place as you ride each wave on his tongue.

He’s not done with you yet. “Mmm. That was good bunny. But now I’m going to need you to do it again while your choking on my cock.”

With a strength Steve was unaware he had, Eddie lifts you up and switches your places. Once he is flat on his back, he maneuvers you like his own personal little rag doll. Lining your mouth up with his cock as your breasts lay against his abs and your pretty little pussy is perched perfectly on his chest.

“Mmm. Just look at you dripping for me Bunny. I was going to make you come again on my fingers only but you’re just so juicy I can’t help but feast some more.” Eddie confesses. “Now be a good little girl and show Stevie how well you suck cock.”

You run tongue from his base to tip. Gently you suck on his leaking head before hollowing your cheeks and taking him down your throat the best you can in this position. Thankfully you have no pesky gag reflex to contend with.

You completely forget about your captive audience as you treat your man’s dick like your own personal lollipop. Your moans muffled by the thickness restricting your air ways.

Eddie’s hips instinctually buck from the vibrations. Making him pump his fingers and work your g spot harder to bring you to climax.

He will not be coming in your mouth tonight. So he needs for you to cum once more so he can lose himself deep inside you where his seed belongs.

He doubles his efforts. Capturing your clit in his mouth and humming the melody to your favorite Metallica song. Turning his mouth into a personalized vibrator of the flesh.

The combination of his mouth and fingers is your kryptonite. Within moments you're screaming around his cock as the power of you orgasm has you gushing.

Eddie’s chin and throat are visibly wet. A devilish grin lights up his face while he licks his lips clean and proceeds to smack you on the ass. His thick cock lands with a soft thud against his abs as you gasp from the pleasurable pain.

He proceeds to raise himself into a seated position. Once again manipulating your body so that you are both facing Steve.

“Reach forward and hold on to the coffee table.” When your hands rest on the table Eddie grips your hips and lowers you down onto his cock. “Fuck that always such a tight fit. Now bounce this beautiful ass and ride me, Bunny.”

Without hesitation you lift your hips and slam yourself back down on his length. “Fuck.”

“That’s right. Sirs cock is the answer to all your problems isn’t is Bunny?”

Your eyes connect with Steve’s as you moan out. “Mmm. Yes. Yes, it is.”

Tangling his fingers in your hair, Eddie pulls you back against his chest. Resting his hand around your throat to keep you in place. Your legs framing his own. Allowing Steve a full access view of your pussy stretched out around Eddie’s girth.

“Do that thing with your hips that I love so much Bunny. The one that practically makes me feral.” Eddie requests.

You grin ear to ear as you begin to grind down on him. Moving your hips in a figure eight pattern. Making his dick hit all your sweet spots. The ones that cause you to clench down on him like a vice.

“Just look at him drooling over you Bunny.” He teases. “Bet he wishes he was deep inside of you again. To think he denied himself all of this for as long as he did. And I won’t even let him touch his aching dick right now.”

You let out a whimper.

“Fuck, you liked that. Little pussy just clamped down on me. You like that he can look but not touch.” He growls. You nod your head.

Something takes over him. A possessive energy he’s never felt before. His hand tightens around your throat as he thrusts hard and fast up into you. Turning you to putty in his hands.

Keeping eye contact with Steve he whispers dirty things in your ear that have you moaning and grinding harder. Lost in the hazy fog of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Bunny. Just like that. I can’t hold it anymore. Your pussy is just too good. Gonna fill you up. Make a real mess of you.” He grits out.

“Please. Want your cum so bad. Need it.” You sob.

“Then you better hurry up and cum for me.” He demands with a hard thrust.

Steve, who through some miracle has been able to not touch himself, begins to squirm in his chair.

It’s too much. Between the glazed over eyes of Steve and the absolute control Eddie has over your body, you let go. Coming hard with a whine.

You lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Eddie fucks you through your orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through your body, he gives a deep thrust. His tip notched at your cervix. With a groaning growl he unloads inside of your quivering cunt. Hips twitching until his balls are empty.

He slowly lifts you off of his softening cock. Reaching under your knees and hiking your legs up further. Allowing Steve to witness his seed leaking from your abused hole as he trails kisses across your shoulders. Running his nose along your neck. Showering you with sweetness.

Steve’s heated gaze fixates on the creamy mixture making a mess of your thighs. Letting out a whimper as he bites his bottom lip.

Eddie reaches down and runs his fingers along your folds. Coating them in your combined spend. “Steven. Come here.”

“You sure?” He quietly asks.

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He rises to his feet. Your eyes can’t help but stare at the noticeably large wet patch staining the front of his jeans as he walks over to you.

“Kneel.”

Steve lowers himself to his knees between Eddies open legs.

“Now open you mouth nice and wide for me.”

Steve complies and is rewarded with Eddie’s cum covered fingers resting on his tongue. “Suck.”

Steve quickly closes his mouth and moans as the taste of the both of you combined hits his tongue. With hollowed cheeks he happily does as he’s told.

Pulling free of his mouth, Eddie grips Steve’s chin with his saliva-soaked fingers. “Now be a good boy and lick my little bunny clean. I don’t want a drop left behind.”

As soon as Eddie lets go of his chin, Steve buries himself between your thighs. Laving at your slit with such reverence it has you coming once more before me sits back on his heels.

“Stay put. We will be right back.” Eddie lifts you into his arms and heads down the hall to your bathroom where he leaves you to do your business. He cleans himself and prepares a warm washcloth. You exit the restroom, and you exchange a sweet kiss.

You take a quick detour into your bedroom to throw on some clothes. A tank and boy shorts for you. A pair of sweats for Eddie. He makes sure to grab an extra pair before you head back out into the living room.

Steve is exactly where you left him.

You sit back on the couch and run your fingers through his hair. Eddie comes to stand behind you. Torso leaning over the couch.

“Stand up and let bunny clean you up.” Eddie orders.

Steve’s brows furrow as he stands. Confused at the care that is taking place at this moment. Before he has too much time to think about it you undo his jeans. Pulling them down and off of his legs. Equipped with the warm washcloth, you rid his soft cock and trimmed pubes of cum. Taking care to even gently clean each ball.

With the mess cleared away, Eddie hands over the other pair of his sweats. “Put these on and then we can sit down and talk.”

Eddie, having gone in the kitchen while Steve changed, hands a glass of water. “Drink the whole thing Bunny. Then you I’m going to need you to at least have snack. Do you want salty or sweet tonight?”

“Can I have both?”

“Of course.” He retreats to the kitchen once more. Returning with your snacks. Happily removing the empty glass from your hand. He wraps you up in your favorite blanket and proceeds to get comfortable. Placing your feet in his lap so that he can rub them.

He addresses Steve as he takes a seat on the couch. “Normally we wouldn’t have a conversation like this during aftercare, but I think for tonight we can make an exception.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t get it twisted though. You make her upset, and I’ll bruise up that pretty face.” Eddie threatens. Any trace of his lightheartedness gone.

“I don’t intend to. Well, any more than I may already have at least.” Steve placates.

“What do you need to get off your chest Steve?” You ask.

He sighs. “First I want to say that I’m an idiot and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what exactly?” Eddie asks.

“For running scared. That night we shared brought up some things I wasn’t ready to face.”

“Your going to need to be just a tad more specific there Harrington.”

“Puppy, don’t rush him.” You tap his shoulder. “Go on, Steve.”

“No he’s right.” He rubs the back of his neck. “As soon as we were finished all I could think about was spending every night just like that. Wrapped up in the both of you.”

“And that scared you?” You ask.

“Of course it scared me! Everybody always leaves. If you guys left me too, I don’t know what I would do.”

“So you chose to leave us behind instead?” Eddie snaps.

You place your hand on Eddie’s bicep. Rubbing your thumb in soothing circles to help calm him.

“No. Yes. I don’t know. I just needed some time to think and then before I knew it weeks had gone by.”

Eddie lets out an annoyed huff. Rolling his eyes.

“I said I was an idiot okay. I know I fucked up. I’m trying to fix it. I can’t lose you as best friends too.”

“Just because your fuckboy ways have rotted your brain, doesn’t mean we’d just abandon you.” You spoke up.

“Well that’s good at least.”

“You have a lot of groveling to do of course.” Eddie grins. “Can’t have you getting away with hurting my Bunny.”

“So does this mean I have a chance?” Steve puts on the sad boy eyes. All big and soft and brown.

Eddie looks to you. “Bunny?”

“Don’t put it on me.” You protest.

“You’re the one who wrote an entire song about how he made you feel.”

“And you did the arrangement. What does that have to do with this?” You argue back.

“Wait, that song tonight was about me?” Steve interjects.

“There is no way you are that dense Steve. You had to have at least some inkling it was about you.” You quirk a brow at the man.

“Maybe a little. But I didn’t want to seem like self-absorbed prick.”

“Too late” Eddie quips.

You him the side eye. “Can we just finish this up so I can get back to my cuddles and aftercare. I really want to watch Grindhouse.”

“You watch horror movies during your aftercare?”

“What can I say. The screams help keep me relaxed.” You smile wickedly.

“Why am I not surprised.” Steve shakes his head.

“Okay. It’s getting late. So for now let’s just work on getting back to where we were as friends and go from there. That sound good to you Stevie?” Eddie suggests.

“It’s better than what I thought I’d get.”

“Than it’s agreed. Can we watch my movie now?” You pout.

“I just have one more question.”

“Shoot.” Eddie replies.

“What was with that couple that approached you after the show?”

“Bucky and Nat? Oh, they’re a couple I used to fuck. They just moved back to the area and wanted me to have their new number in case I wanted to play again.” You nonchalantly state.

“Even told her to bring me along if she’d like.” Eddie beams.

“Does everyone want to fuck you two?”

“We do get asked a lot.” Eddie shrugs. “We’re a hot commodity.”

“No more talkie. Put my movie on please. Steve your free to stay.”

Eddie stares him down. “But you’re sleeping on the couch. Bad boys don’t get sleepy snuggles.”

“Yes, Sir.” Steve teases with a shit eating grin on his face.

#poc reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steddie #steddie x reader #steddie smut #rockstar au #modern au

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missacidburn928 · 2 months

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Happy Sinful Saturday 😈

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start

Word Count: 7904

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU

Summary: You both knew how he was and yet you somehow still put your faith in him to not to treat you like all the others. Lesson learned. At least you got a song out of it, right?

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It all started a couple of weeks ago during movie night at Steve’s.

A question about sexual orientation came up. As it always seems too during these things.

Your beloved Eddie is the same way. He just choses to remain label-less.

Although you’re a couple, you do tend to allow others into your bed from time to time if the mood strikes you. Your each other’s end game though for sure. Play partners are just that, for play.

“Have you ever kissed a guy before? Hooking up can mean a variety of things that don’t always include kissing.” You ask.

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#poc reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steddie smut #steddie x reader

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tartarusknight · 11 months

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For the beginning of Pride Month, I wrote this small little guy. I hope all of you have a great pride month and stay safe out there!!!!

Bisexual wasn't a word in Steve Harrington's dictionary.

Steve Harrington didn't really understand the anger and hatred pointed towards the queer community. Because sure, you didn't think everyone was attractive, but God, there were so many attractive people out there.

Steve thought girls with soft curly hair and big innocent eyes were adorable, and he wanted them to step on him. But then there were guys who were lanky and so... well, Steve knew he had a type. People who were smaller than him, either in height or muscle mass. Curly hair, big eyes, nerdy, and well, someone who could basically, well, put him in his place.

Still, he noticed how no one talked about same sex crushes, so neither did he. But behind closed doors, he shared his first kiss with Tommy H and thought that the guy in the year above him who stood on table tops with his curly hair just below his chin was hot.

Freshman year, he lost his virginity to a senior girl named Lisa. But the first two years of his high school experience was spent at party, having meaningless encounters with girls while he spent his free time with Tommy and Carol. Honestly, he spent most of his time in bed with the two of them.

Well, until junior year when he got his first girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler. She was his type to a t. She needed some time to really get comfortable around him, but he saw her for who she truly was. As he fell in love with her, he lost Tommy and Carol. But he knew that it was better this way.

He felt more free to do things, and he didn't feel like they were breathing down his next 24/7. However, in senior year, when Nancy broke up with him at a party, he kind of missed them.

Still, he did what he could and got a job at an ice cream shop at the mall. He messed around with Robin there and got a free look at the curly haired guy who worked at the record shop not too far down. All in all, it wasn't terrible.

Well, until there were Russians under the mall. Then, it was frantic and terrifying. But still, he had a moment to sit down on the bathroom floor, as Robin told him about Tammy Thompson. He didn't understand it. Not really. Sure, she had a crush on a girl, but were there no guys she found attractive? Still, he knew when a girl didn't like him back.

Of course, after everything happened, he spent all his time with Robin. If he could, he'd live in her head, but he couldn't.

It was until the spring break that Steve was forced to examine his feelings. Curly haired metalhead now had a role other than distant crush that Steve did have the name of but refused to call him it. Not when he wanted to give all the pet names to him. Well, he finally said the name Eddie Munson, and it was like all hell broke loose. Call it superstition, but... if Dustin hadn't called about dnd and tried to combine his two older brothers' worlds, Steve would've been fine.

Instead, now Eddie was in the hospital with Max, and he was sleeping in a bed with Robin, Dustin, and Erica. They had taken over his king-sized bed, and the scoops troop staying together, holding onto each other closely.

It was then that Robin came out to the group. One Dustin comment made her explode. "Because I'm a lesbian! I only like girls!" She shouted, and the four of them went silent.

"Oh," Dustin said and Steve's brow furrowed.

"What you only like girls?" He asked and she looked at him like he lost it. "No guys, at all? What about the guys that fit in your type?"

She wrinkled her nose, "Anything with a penis isn't my type."

Steve blinked and looked at Dustin and Erica. "What about you two? Do you guys only like gender?" He asked, and everyone was staring at him. "Okay, if you like a certain type and there was someone that fit in that type, you would like them, right?"

"Steve have you ever had a crush on a guy?" Robin's voice was startlingly soft.

He huffed, "Duh. I've had sex with one." They all choked, and Steve didn't understand. "I thought everyone liked everyone. Is that - is that not right?"

"Who?" Robin asked and Steve crossed his arms.

"No way, you'll judge me."

Dustin who seemed to finally get his voice. "Your type. Oh my god, your type! You like Eddie!"

Steve's face went red, "okay this- stop. Nope, not doing this. You don't get to start with me and Eddie!"

He waved his hands around, and Erica started to laugh. And while they knew that Eddie was going to be fine. With Max still in a coma and Vecna on the horizon, it felt nice to laugh about this.

Steve would take their judgment for now. "Please just tell me it wasn't Tommy or Billy," Robin begged and Steve crossed his arms.

"I wouldn't sleep with Billy! Are you kidding me!"

Erica's brow raised, "You're not denying about Tommy though."

Steve pointed at her, "Watch it, Sinclair."

"Ewww," Robin complained and Steve threw his hands up in the air.

"It was only once- wait that's a lie. Once just me and him."

"Lalalala," Robin started shouting, her fingers in her ears.

Steve grinned and tackled Robin into the couch. "But I did sleep with him and Carol plenty of-" and he was shoved off the couch.

#stranger things #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual #lesbian Robin Buckley #lesbian #happy pride 🌈#pre steddie #tommy hagan #carol perkins #steve is poly?#boy is everywhere #knightly talks

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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happy endings - steddie

summary: knowing this will probably be the last chance he gets, steve finally confesses to eddie how he feels

pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson

word count: 3,285

warnings/what to expect: lost of fluff, robin is the captain of the ship, steve is very much in love, feelings are confessed, and guys are kissing, steve is bisexual in this, just steddie being happy, this is what really happens you can ignore whatever you saw in that shitty finale, ALSO: this fic contains references to bisexuality being equal to “liking guys and girls” which totally leaves out non-binary people. i’m only keeping everything regarding sexuality and gender so archaic because this is set in the 80s and there wasn’t much understanding around these topics. i’m not trying to be biphobic or invalidate anyone that aren’t male or female, just adapting to what the characters might think given the time they live in

a/n: since we got queerbaited once again i wrote this to give us actually good queer content so i truly hope you enjoy and helps you feel better after what we had to go through <3

**gif is not mine, it belongs to cindy-berman here on tumblr!!

a comment and/or reblog is always appreciated

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"You should go talk to him."

Steve was snapped back to reality when he heard Robin talking to him, taking a seat right next to him outside the van they just stole a few hours ago. She wasn't looking at him when he turned to face her, focusing on the scene Steve was just looking at before she walked up to him.

Dustin and Eddie were improvising a small battle in the middle of the empty field, shouting stuff Steve can only assume has to do with that board game the two are so obsessed about. He watches as Dustin shouts something, pretending to aim at Eddie, who immediately falls to the ground in an awfully theatrical death. Steve couldn't help the smile forming on his face when they both began laughing, the younger boy helping the other to stand up from the ground before Eddie is wrapping his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. The scene was just too much for Steve to bare.

He used to feel to jealous about Eddie and Dustin's relationship. He felt replaced. Now? Now he wishes he could be there standing next to them on that field, pretending to be three knights in search of the monster to save their kingdom, being able to go back to the real world whenever they wanted to. Instead, they're just three random guys in a small town, about to hunt a real monster. This wasn't a game, no matter how badly Steve wishes for it to be. He can't pretend he's a knight about to go on some fictional adventure. This is real life.

But if only. If only he could be a brave knight joining his group of friends on a noble crusade. To slay their enemies and come out undefeated. Everyone will be save, and they can all go celebrate their triumph. If only Steve was able to fight side-by-side with Eddie, hunting down the monster together only to get almost captured by the evil creatures- almost, because Eddie would be there to save the day. To save him.

That's what was going on in his head before Robin interrupted. The perfect ending for a seemingly perfect story. The knight finally getting the other knight and living happily ever after. Not...whatever this was. Just a bunch of teens about to face the biggest threat they've faced so far with no way of knowing if they'll get a happy ending. The knight still terrified to confess his feelings to the other knight.

"What does that mean?" he asked after a few seconds in complete silence, acting like he had no idea what his best friend was talking about.

"Look, I know it's scary, but you have to say something before it's too late."

Steve didn't know what to say at first. "Like how you talked to Vickie?"

"Okay, I deserve that. But that is exactly why I'm trying to talk some sense into you!" she quickly argued. "I can't go back to Hawkins now to tell Vickie how I feel and it's quite literally killing me, because I don't know if I get the chance to tell her after all of this is over."

"Don't say that," Steve interrupted her little speech, frowning at the mere idea of Robin not making it. Of anyone not making it after they kill Vecna. Instantly and just like many other times before, his thoughts drifted to Eddie. What would he do if he doesn't make it. He won't allow that to happen, not before they can get their happy ending.

"I say it because it's true, Steve. We don't know if all of us are going to make it, so this could be your last chance to tell Eddie how you feel."

Tell Eddie how he feels. That's sounds much easier that what it truly is. Even Steve himself has struggled to fully understand what's been going on with him ever since Eddie Munson walked back into his life. He used to know him as nothing but a weirdo who got stuck in senior year, but now he's so much more than that, and it kills Steve to admit it.

To Robin everything made so much sense since the very beginning. The quick glances Steve would throw Eddie's way, even when he's not doing or saying anything. How Steve would get all nervous when Eddie comments something about him or even refers to him. It was evident for her that Steve was slowly falling for Eddie.

But Robin didn't push him to do any confessions or force him to accept something he was probably not ready to accept. She knows how difficult it can be coming to terms with one's true identity when you've grown up seeing nothing but people freaking out when someone is different like that. However, she was lucky enough to have good experiences during her journey of self-discovery, finding a friend that love her no matter who she's attracted to. It's Steve the one who was there for her when she felt completely alone, finding comfort and strength in him to love herself the way she is.

She wanted to be there for Steve just like he was there for her and she wanted to be just as good as he was. After telling him she likes girls, everything has always been on her terms and Steve continued to give her the space and time to talk to him about the situation whenever she needed it. So, she wanted to give Steve his space and come to her when he was ready.

And she was just over the moon when Steve was comfortable enough to trust her with this. He knew she would understand, and of course she was as supportive as he was when the roles were reversed.

"It's...weird," Steve had said to her that one night in the woods, before the group had to find the hidden portal under Lover's Lake. "I know I still like girls. I mean, I was clearly in love with Nancy when we were together, but...I guess I like guys, too? Does that even make sense?"

"Of course it does! There's plenty of people who like both."

"Really? Is that a thing?" he asked, more relieved to hear he's not the only one that feels like that. "I just thought you could like one. Like, maybe...maybe I was just confused or I was just tricking myself into believing I liked girls when I only liked guys..."

"Pretty sure you can like one, all, or even no one," she interrupted, trying to calm him down. "Thing is, everyone is different. And your experience is not less important or less valid because it's not the conventional i-like-guys or i-like-girls type of thing. It's okay to be somewhere in between."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, I've been thinking about this for a while and...I'm pretty sure I like both."

Robin smiled at his statement. "I'm happy for you, Steve. And you know I'll always be there for you," she says, trying not to get all emotional on him right now. "Except when you start liking a guy, I have no idea what to do in those cases."

Steve laughs at her last comment, looking down at his shoes as he did. "Well, about that...I, uh..."

"Okay, hold up," she interrupted, visibly excited to be hearing all of this. "Okay, I know I just said don't talk to me about boys but let's ignore I said that and please talk to me."

That made Steve smile, though he was still unable to look at Robin. He was just too nervous to do that. Instead, he looked ahead at the lake. "I think it's pretty obvious where this is going..."

"Oh, I know exactly where this is going, I just want to hear it from you."

"I've been thinking about the whole me-liking-boys thing recently because...I- I think I might like one?"

"You think you like one?"

"I do. I do like one," he quickly corrected. "Shit, I like one a lot."

"Well, I doubt it's Keith we're talking about here..." she started, making Steve visibly frown at her for hinting he would ever like someone like Keith. "So that would leave us with..."

"Hey, you two!" they were interrupted by the voice of Eddie. They both turned around to see the entire group waiting for them by the boat they were using to get to the portal. "Chat all you want after we find this stupid portal, okay?"

Robin immediately turned to look at Steve. "Your boyfriend looks kinda mad so we better go."

"Yeah," Steve agreed, following after her before he quickly realized what she actually said. "And he's not my boyfriend, Robin."

"Not yet!" she replied, walking faster to join the rest of the group, ending their conversation there.

Steve was awfully quiet, finally turning to look at Robin. "It's not that easy and you know it," he insisted. "It's like you said. We ask the wrong people and it's over for us."

"And like you said, I don't think Eddie is the wrong guy. Have you seen the way he looks at you?"

"You're just saying that because you're my friend."

"Believe me, I'm not," she quickly argued, leaning closer to him. "Steve, he's crazy about you. I wouldn't be saying this if I wasn't sure about it."

"He...he is?" Steve asks timidly, once again watching as Dustin and Eddie continued their imaginary battle.

"Yes! Trust me, he's too obvious. I'll be surprised if no one else has realized about it by now."

Steve was considering his options. It's not entirely false what Robin is claiming right now. He has noticed a few signs himself. How Eddie is always throwing ironic comments his way that could easily be seen as flirting when you don't think about the fact that they're two guys talking to each other. Or how quick he was to give him his jacket. Or how often he would catch Eddie looking his way the entire time he had his jacket on.

That seemed to encourage Robin, thinking she could have a chance to convince him. "You can't miss this chance to tell him, Steve. Whatever happens, it's better to try than not saying anything at all."

"How come you're so good at this, yet your love life is so screwed up?"

"It's called self-sabotage, dingus. It's like my biggest personality trait," Robin replied. "So, does this mean I convinced you?"

Steve shrugged. "I guess I can give it a try."

"Holy shit, I wasn't expecting this to work!" she visibly freaks out, excitedly standing up from her seat. "Are you going to talk to him now? Should I tell him to come over here? Oh, I can tell him I need something and then he follows me here and then I say some silly excuse like-"

"Robin," he says gently.

"I'm doing it again, right? The fast-talking thing...sorry. I'll go help Erica and Lucas and leave you to it."

"Don't be weird about this, okay? And if this doesn't work out you'll have to start taking the bus to school."

"And if it does work out, you have to be my driver for three months. Not just drive me to school, but anywhere I want."

"You know what? Deal."

"A deal it is," she said as she started to walk away. However, she stopped to turn around for a brief second, "I really hope this works, though. Not just so I can have a personal chauffeur, but because you two would look insanely cute together."

"You're being weird," Steve warned.

Robin lifts both of her hands up in the air, continuing to walk away to leave Steve alone. When it was just him, his attention focused back on Eddie and Dustin. Before he could regret it, he stood up and walked up to the two of them.

"Hey, look what we made!" Dustin says excitedly, showing Steve the weapon they created. A shield made with a trash can lid and nails.

"Looks good, man," Steve said, not really caring about that right now. His heart was beating rapidly as he turned to look at Eddie. "Can we talk?" Both Eddie and Dustin exchanged a look, beyond confused as to what was going on. Eddie looked back at Steve and shrugged, waiting for him to continue. "Uh, alone?" he had to clarify, feeling more embarrassed than ever in his entire life.

"Yeah, sure," was Eddie's response, standing up from the ground to follow Steve back to the van.

When Steve turned around, he noticed Dustin still looking their way with a confused look and Robin occasionally turning around to see what they were doing. Clearly, this wasn't what he had in mind when he said he wanted to "talk with Eddie alone".

"Can-can we...?" he asks, titling his head to the van.

Eddie didn't reply, simply walking forward to open the door of the van, waiting for Steve to walk inside before he did, closing the door behind him. All Steve could focus was the fact that Eddie just opened the door for him. And waited for him to walk inside first. He shouldn't have done that, so why bother? Why he felt like doing that? Oh, this was going to be very difficult.

Steve noticed Eddie leaning against the now closed door, arms crossed across his chest as he waited for him to say something. After all, it was him the one who wanted to talk. "You're scaring me, Harrington," he says after realizing Steve wasn't going to say anything. "What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you because...since we're going after Vecna and all...I- I thought this was the right time to tell you that I..."

Eddie's arms fall to each side of his body as Steve begins talking, looking more like he was expecting something than trying to figure out what was going on. "Yes?" he asks gently, the tone making Steve's heart almost skip a beat.

His mind was racing. It's not fair he's leaning against the door looking so incredibly pretty with his ripped jeans and long messy hair and those rings that look just so good on him and his eyes staring back at his own. How is he supposed to talk right now and not get lost in such beautiful eyes? How can he act normal when he is standing in front of him looking so painfully gorgeous? How is he supposed to think his next words when all he can think about is those ringed fingers holding his face while they share a much-awaited kiss?

"Hey," Eddie insisted, snapping Steve back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just...there's a lot in my mind," he muttered, feeling his cheeks beginning to burn, which only helped to get him even more nervous. "I wanted to talk to you because in case anything happens to us, I needed you to know that I like you."

Eddie froze in his spot, not knowing what to say at first. He was in complete disbelief, never in a million years expecting Steve to say something like that. "I guess you're okay too, dude?" he says, testing his luck before saying something incriminating.

"No, I don't mean it like that! I mean, I like you, like you. As in...more than friends?"

For a moment, Steve thought he screwed up. Because Eddie was standing there without saying anything and it was impossible for him to tell if that was a good thing or not. Eventually, he relaxed just a little when he noticed Eddie approaching him, though the fact that he was standing much closer now almost made his knees tremble.

It was only when Eddie was standing right in front of Steve that a smile appeared on his lips. "You like me?" he asks.

"I...yeah, I just said that..." Steve stutters, too nervous to properly reply.

"Say it again," Eddie pleaded.

After a brief silence, Steve replied with a barely audibly, "I like you." He could feel Eddie's hand gently cupping the side of his face, which only encouraged Steve to repeat, "I like you."

Eddie was dangerously close to him right now, his thumb softly caressing his cheek, their nose practically rubbing together and his lips almost touching his. The sensation of their bodies so close made Steve wrap his arms around Eddie's body, needing to have him fully pressed against his own. He wondered if Eddie could feel his heartbeats right now, truly hoping he was so he could get an idea of the power he holds over him.

"Again," Eddie whispers, their lips practically touching now.

"I like you, Eddie Munson," Steve complied, praying that would make him earn the kiss.

And that was exactly what happened, because as soon as he heard those words, Eddie crashed his lips against Steve's. It was obvious to them that both were waiting for this moment for a while now. It could be proven by the way Steve would hold him so impossibly close to his body, or how Eddie was practically holding onto his arm as they kissed, as if he was afraid Steve would move away.

Kissing Eddie is everything Steve was expecting and more. He's surprisingly gentle but so incredibly passionate it was hard for Steve to keep himself under control. The kiss was just so...Eddie. Like the type of kisses only he can give. Kisses envolved with such fierce, yet so soft. They were nothing but the representation of what Eddie Munson is. A seemingly intimidating and mean guy who carries the most precious soul. A freak with a heart of gold.

Steve never imagined a kiss would make him fall ten times harder for someone, yet here comes Eddie to once again prove to him that he knows absolutely nothing at all.

The kiss lasted just a few seconds, and for the two of them is has become the best moment of their lives. Eddie just couldn't seem to get enough of him, leaning closer to kiss Steve again, a gesture he gladly accepted. When they finally pulled away, Steve didn't let go of Eddie's body as he still held him close. Eddie move his hand away from Steve's face only to wrap both of his arms around his neck, one of his hands starting to play with the hair at the back of his head.

"So...that means you like me too?" Steve tried, still feeling his cheeks burning.

"I guess you can say that," Eddie grinned. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you."

"You did?"

"All the time," he replied. "I was practically throwing myself at you, you idiot."

"Wait, really? How come you never said anything before?"

"Yeah, I was about to confess my feelings for you in front of all your friends," he replied ironically. "I thought I was being obvious enough."

"Well, I'm terrible at reading signs so...no more of that, please. And-and don't call me Harrington anymore, it feels weird."

"What would you like me to call you, then?" Eddie asked, laughing at Steve when he saw his reaction after such question. "God, you're adorable."

Steve was evidently still very flustered, so after getting teased like that he made the gesture of letting go of Eddie, only for him to pull him closer, hugging him tightly. "I'm not," Steve protested, though accepted the hug anyway.

"You are," Eddie argued. "And I can't wait to remind you every single day."

That last comment made Steve smile, "every single day, huh?"

"Every single day," Eddie repeated.

"Honestly, I kinda like the sound of that."

Neither of them said anything else, not like there was a need to say anything when they can just stay in each other's arms for as long as they could before having to let go. To spend as much time as they could like this to make up for all the time they lost admiring each other in silence.

And for once, Steve let go of his worries about Vecna. All that really matters to him is the fact that he's here, right now, with Eddie. The knight finally getting the knight. The happy ending he so desperately wanted to have.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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A/N: I wrote this because there are some people who can't accept the fact that Eddie is bisexual or can't seem to accept the fact that Eddie has had a past relationships with a woman and that invalidates bisexuals. I think if Steve were to discover that he was bisexual it would be nice to know there is someone else out there like him, his own age, and Eddie would feel the same. Robin knows what it's like to be queer but she doesn't understand what it's like to like both genders and to be judged harshly by her own community. I hate the fact that people can't possibly accept the possibility of Eddie being bisexual, of him being with a woman. Just because you don't like it or can't understand it doesn't mean it can't happen. After this, I'm back to taking a break. This is for all the bisexuals out there.

Here's a hand to hold. . .

Warning: Mentions of Eddie Munson having had a past relationship with a woman.

Eddie Munson whistled a jaunty tune as he strolled into Steve Harrington's house, unlocking it with the key Steve had given him. Yeah, Steve Harrington's house. It's been a year, and he still couldn't believe how close they were. They were best friends, and while Eddie wanted more, having Steve in his life in any way was more than enough for him. Seeing him almost every day and seeing him smile because of something Eddie said or did made Eddie's cynical heart all gooey inside like melted chocolate. He still remembered the smile on his face when he gave Eddie his house key.

"These are for people who are important to me," Steve said. "Especially those who are welcome here any time."

Eddie had to ruin the moment by squeezing Steve’s face cheeks together, giving him duck lips. Steve had just laughed, though. Currently, Eddie was calling for Steve’s name but was receiving no response. He frowned. Steve’s car was in the driveway, so he had to be home. Eddie started climbing up the stairs when he heard it. Someone was crying. He followed the sound and found Steve. He was sitting on the floor of his bathroom, weeping. The sight nearly tore his heart in two when Steve looked up at him, and his eyes were full of tears. He knelt his knees immediately, clutching Steve’s knees.

"Steve, what's wrong? Did someone do this to you? Was it your parents? Okay, that's it. I'm murdering them. I don't fucking care if I go to jail. You're worth it," Eddie rambled on.

What he said seemed to make Steve cry harder, and then Eddie began sprouting out apologies for that.

"Is it really okay, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"Is what okay?" Eddie asked.

"To like both?" Steve asked softly.

"Why would ask th - oh, okay, um, yeah. Of course, it is," Eddie said. "Who told you that it wasn't? I'll -,"

"Kill them?" Steve snorted. "Not unless you want to kill me. It's just me, you know. . ."

"Being your own worst enemy?" Eddie asked.

"I was going to say stupid, but yeah, that works too," he replied, sniffling.

"Steven Ronnie Harrington," Eddie began.

"It's Ronald," he said.

"Steven RONNIE Harrington," Eddie continued. "You are not stupid, and I will keep telling you that every single day until you believe me."

"Did you deal with these thoughts when you realized that you're -" Steve paused.

Eddie sighed and collapsed behind him, wrapping an arm around him.

"Come on, Stevie, say it with me. It's okay," Eddie said.

"Bisexual," Steve said softly.

"There it is," Eddie grinned. "And yeah, I dealt with these thoughts. I freaked out when I started realizing it. It was 'I like girls' but no, 'I like boys.' It went back and forth. 'I like girls.' 'I like boys.' 'I like girls.' It was like the worst game of ping pong ever. I kept thinking I was the worst sort of freak. Then I realized: 'wait, why the fuck can't I like both?' I finally let it start to sink over me that I did, in fact, like both. It wasn't until I heard about David Bowie and I knew the word for it. Bisexual. I, Edward Metallica Munson, am bisexual," Eddie said.

"Okay, your middle name is Lawrence," Steve said.

"It's so boring, though, Stevie! Let me have this! It sounds so much cooler!" Eddie whined. "Anyway, what was I saying?"

"You were saying that you're bisexual," he said.

"After that, I kind of had to figure out dating. My first girlfriend. . .man, I loved her, and I thought for sure I could trust her. When I told her, she had this look on her face. . .well, her words said differently. She wasn't quite so okay with it, despite what she said. She found it hard to kiss me and man. Did that hurt? I ended it. I went to this club I was told about in Indie where I met a man a couple years older than me. I was legal by then, don't worry. He was in college. I fell head over heels. He hid it well, how uncomfortable he was with my sexuality. He couldn't understand how I also liked women. He thought I was just confused. He started telling me about how he tried to like girls at first, too. We started arguing about it eventually until I was crying all the time and felt awful about myself. I loved him so much that I started to think that maybe he was right, but then I shook my head. I knew what I liked, I knew who I was. I knew he was too and told him that it was okay. It was okay to like both or to like one gender. What was not okay was to tell someone what you think they are when they aren't," Eddie said. "It's okay to like both, Stevie. It's more than okay. Don't let anyone tell you that it's not. Whether you're straight, gay, or bisexual. . .it's all okay. Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't something because they don't fucking know. Only you do."

"Uh, Eddie, you're squeezing my arm rather tightly there," Steve said.

"Oops, sorry, it gets me angry sometimes, especially when thinking about Lucas, you know. I inadvertently did the same thing. He just wanted to know that it was okay to be a nerd and a jock. I couldn't fucking tell him that. I couldn't put off D&D for one night to let him know that his game was just as important as ours? Plus, the fact that it might have been what gave the jocks the idea that we don't necessarily have to be enemies, you know. I was an asshole," Eddie rambled on.

"Well, you apologized, and Lucas forgave you. As a former asshole, I forgive you too," Steve said, and Eddid laughed.

"So, what made you realize that you're bisexual?" Eddie asked. "If you don't mind me asking."

"You."

"Huh?"

"My feelings for you is what made me realize that I was bisexual because I realized I had feelings like these for boys in the past. I was like, 'Holy shit, I liked those guys.'," Steve said.

"Wait, what?!" Eddie exclaimed.

"I like you, Eddie," Steve said.

"Say that again," Eddie said, getting on his knees.

"Am I speaking another language?" Steve said, getting on his knees and cupping his face, squeezing his cheeks. "Edward Lawrence -"

"Metallica," Eddie corrected.

"Edward LAWRENCE Munson, I fucking like you," Steve said.

Eddie surged forward and kissed him, gripping his waist. Steve sighed happily against his lips and pulled Eddie closer. He pushed Eddie forward until he had his back pressed against the cold tile of the bathroom and straddled his waist as he deepened the kiss. Eddie slipped his tongue in Steve's mouth and moaned as he moved his hand down to cup Steve’s ass.

"Just as fantastic as I thought it would be," Eddie said.

"Well, it's yours now, so you can touch it as much as you want to," Steve giggled.

"You have no idea how hard I am going to hold you to that," he told him. "We should probably cool it because otherwise I'm going to end up fucking you on this bathroom floor and baby, you deserved to be wooed first."

"You're so good to me," he grinned and climbed off of him, collapsing next to him.

"Ugh, I'm still feeling a little hot," he said.

"Take your shirt off," Steve replied. "The cool tile feels good against your skin."

"You just want to see my tits. You should know, though, that I only have one nipple now," Eddie told him.

"And I bet it's a damn fine nipple. Eddie, If I swear not to try and get to second base with you, will you please take your shirt off?" Steve asked.

"Only if you do," Eddie said, and Steve affectionately rolled his eyes before pulling off his shirt, causing Eddie to whistle.

Steve threw his shirt at him and laughed when Eddie did the same. Eventually, they were just throwing their shirts back and forth while they laughed. Steve grabbed them both and threw them in the corner. Eddie sighed as his back made contact with the floor. It did feel good. He felt Steve slip his hand into his, entertwining their fingers, and Eddie gazed at Steve fondly. Sometimes, it's nice to know that there was someone there to understand what you went through, to have shared life experiences with someone who means so much to you. It's also nice to know that no matter what you are in life, there is someone there in your life to tell you it's okay. . .unless you're like a murderer or something or you want to split open a town and bring hell to Earth. That is NOT okay. Eddie's just glad he has a hand to hold.

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rosemarydisaster · 1 year

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I'm a Bisexual a Steve, Nancy and Johnathan girlie first and foremost, but I've been thinking about the potential for Steve and/or Nancy not even knowing being homosexual was an option for them. The whole "yes, I've dated the opposite gender but never felt quite right about it". As an ace aro person that has "been there-done that", I'm really interested in the topic.

So, have a little gay Steve steddie ficlet with some bisexual Eddie, because why not (I usually headcanon him as gay but you know, thought it could be funny for this fic). Probably will do a Nancy one too.

Warnings for uses of queer as a slur, 80's general homophobia, and internalized homophobia. Also long post :

Steve has always been into girls. Obviously. He's Steve "The Hair" Harrington, king of Hawkins High. He's been suavely flirting his way through half the school's population since day one. The female half, obviously.

It was something that made his dad proud of him in ways only basketball and swimming had before. "That's my boy!" He'd said anytime Steve related his latest conquest. His son being a Lady's man was another badge of honor on the list. Sure, his Steve wasn't the brightest, but he was charismatic in that way only True Men of Business were. He did not need to know that Steve was simply copying those same men.

At first it came naturally. He wanted to emulate his heroes. His father, the movie characters the were "the only true Men left in this dammed country" according to his dad, the movie stars he laughed with, telling little Steve "now that's what I call charm!".

So Little Stevie got the message, just like he'd gotten the message that he had to be good at sport and all the other things his parent's love was condiotional upon. It was only natural, all parents wanted to be proud of their children. It was the child's job to make them proud, but instead of money they payed in love. So easy even little Stevie could understand it. He simply followed the instructions.

Girls came after that, and really, it was more of a side effect than anything else. The men he looked up to always knew how to sweep girls off their feet: just a little sweet talk and a shiny smile. He had not put a lot of thought into what happened afterwards though, he was just a kid after all.

Soon enough, he understood that his parents thought it was great that their little Romeo was the most popular boy in school. More so when the mothers started gossiping about "what a suave little cassanova the Harringtons have!". His mother fawned and chuckled with them, clearly loving the compliments her son received.

So Cassanova it was. He learned soon enough that dating had its own set of rules, just like friendships and sports and school and dressing. He needed to keep this perfect balance between easy to fall for and hard to obtain. When he became a teenager he understood his father found his salacious stories about making out with girls funny, but that he would not approve just any girl. If he was to bring anyone home for a proper dinner, she had to be pretty, rich, soft spoken, smart but not smarter than his dad, christian, dressed appropriately...the list went on and on.

He thought he figured it out with Nancy, because Nancy was great. She was his first big love, the girl she actually enjoyed spending time with. Most of the others had been an exhausting amount of acting the part, pretending to be interested in things that bored him off his mind, and actually getting some pretty decent validation from feeling desired.

But not Nancy. She was actually fun to be around! Nancy always had a dozen new topics she was passionate about and could spend hours on end rambling about them while Steve thought about how lucky he was to have found a girl that didn't felt like chore.

His father was not thrilled. Apparently she was "decent enough", but he assured Steve that her Know-it-all tendencies would end up driving him up the wall soon enough. Steve hoped it wouldn't. It had been hard enough to find a balance between who he was expected to date and who he enjoyed dating.

Intimacy with Nancy was something he simultaneously looked forward and was terrified of. Seducing girls was half the job of. He also had to learn how to "rock their world" or else his reign would be a short one. He knew girls gossiped, they made sure to lock eyes with him before whispering in their friends ears and coyly waving at him giggling. So he studied the subject with the same feverish intensity he'd studied how to get his hair right. And the feeling of accomplishement he got from it was almost reward enough.

Nancy was a different story, you see. She was the one. She was the future Steve was hoping for, the mother of his kids. And he was dreading getting to third base with her. What if it felt like a chore? Spending time with Nancy had never felt like that, but what if the sex part was awful? He always got the impression the girls were getting way more out of it than he was, and he just wanted to feel like them for once. So when it all came to shit, he blamed it on the Demogorgon.

It wasn't Nancy's fault, nor his. It was just so incredibly awkward to do the dirty when the last time you did, your girlfriend's bestie got murdered! So they decided to take it slow, and Steve couldn't be more grateful. Their first time hadn't been so bad, it's just he had trouble remembering with all the upside down bullshit and Johnathan Byers punching him.

Johnathan was a queer. That's what his father had called him, so Steve called Johnathan a queer. That's the way the world worked. Steve understood enough about them: They were weird, they didn't like girls, they tried to ruin the people that were actually normal, and they carried a really fucked up disease. He hoped Byers didn't have it. Look, the guy may had punched him, but he deserved a break. Byers had been so brave for his brother, like a hero from a movie. Maybe his father had been wrong about him being a queer.

He learned that his father had most definitely been wrong when his girlfriend cheated on him with said Byers after calling Steve "Bullshit". It wasn't a slap in the face, it was a sucker punch to the heart. But he'd manage, he always did. It would be easier without Billy though.

The thing about Billy was that Steve hated him. With fervor. He was a racist asshole that threatened one of his boys and constantly tried to antagonize him. He had something about him that unnerved Steve in the same way Johnathan had, but unlike Byers, he did it on purpose.

His father hated him too, but in that way that meant Steve was at fault somehow. "You can let that queer beat you!" He always shouted after Billy managed to be the center of attention at all their matches. He had decided that Billy was a queer too, you see. He cared too much about his looks and he was from California, which apparently was were they came from. Steve wasn't too sure about it, after all, he had been wrong about Byers.

When robin happened, he almost cried. It had been his second chance, another girl he actually liked spending time with. Robin was funny and smart and charming. His parents were going to hate her but it'd stopped being about them a long time ago. Steve needed to like a girl for himself, to prove wrong the intrusive thoughts about Johnathan, Tommy H, Billy and the rest. But Robin had not been the solution he'd hoped for. Instead, she had been the catalyst that absolutely wrecked his life. Sure, she also made it a hundred times better, but still.

He did not talk to her about it. Not at first. It was so much, and he was still reeling from the fact that he was friends with one of the queers his dad hated so much. It took him a while just to unlearn the stereotypes and fear mongering rumours he had been raised in. Robin helped, she had decided that not getting bashed after rejecting him probably meant Steve was safe. So she explained to him the lesbian thing.

Steve didn't want to stop her. Clearly, Robin had no one else to talk to about it, and the relieve on her face when she told him about the sub culture, about liking Vicky about her feelings in general...he could not bring himself to take that alway from her no matter how much he wanted to. And God he wanted to. He wanted to go back, back to a time were he didn't have all this thought and doubts and nonsense. Because the things that Robin said about men...no. Robin had known she was a lesbian. If Steve was q...gay, he would have known by now. Yup.

Eddie Munson was the most unexpected gear to finally click in Steve's head. Honestly, he would have been way less upset about it if it had been Tommy H or Billy. Sure, he hated them, but The Freak??? That was several levels more life ruining than it needed to be. But God was it unavoidable.

It started with the kids raving about the famed Eddie Munson. The greatest DM, the most talented musician, the coolest dude on planet earth, and sure enough Steve was jealous. Who was this Munson guy to take HIS kids? He'd fought monsters for them, and that's how they repaid him? Ungrateful little shits. He barely remembered the guy from school, but he knew he was supposed to be older than him, and he was still there? Loser! Even he had managed to graduate. And then he met him.

The Vecna thing was a harrowing affair all by itself. He almost lost a couple of his kids and his emotional support Robin. But it was just an almost. Eddie managed to rescue himself and Dustin from the demo bats by "doing what I'm best at Harrington!". They've managed to steal enough time by blocking the gate with his wardrobe to steal yet another car. He violated several traffic laws just to get to the creel's house before the demo bats did and, well, that got Carvers attention. And thank God, because Lucas needed to climb on top of Dustin to reach for Max ears, powering El in the process. Nancy took care of Carver fast enough when a sprinting Eddie greeted them at the gate.

Steve did not now if it was the theatrics with which he explained the situation, or the fact that he saved Dustin, Lucas and Max, but the denial was over. He tried to go back, to ignore the feeling in his chest (those famed butterflies, making a mess of his ribcage), but it was too little to late. The way he smiled at him from the hospital bed while they patched up the gunshot wounds from Carver. The way he reassured a guilty faced Lucas that he'd survive "isn't that right Harrington?". This wasn't Billy's attractive yet hateable face nor an inconvenient crush on Byers. He was in deep.

Robin was as helpful as Steve had been to her when she needed to vent about her own homosexuality. By the end, Steve was Hyperventilating and in tears because what the actual fuck. And then Robin just... awkwardly hugged him and whispered "it's okay if we can't talk about boobies anymore". He laughed. Of course he'd laugh. A bit hysterical at first, but by the end of it both of them were joking about being "too much of a perfect match". He thought Robin being a lesbian would be the thing that ruined everything, but it was just the perfect fit. Sure, everything else was still awful, but they could be miserable together.

It became a dangerous game, guessing what else exactly had been a mask he put on to keep his parents happy. Surely it couldn't be everything, right? He still had a personality. The thought of having lived a complete lie his entire existence was the most horrifying shit he could think of. Worse than Vecna and the Demogorgon combined. Robin was helpful though, she kept him from spiraling too much.

Eddie had turned into a recurring problem. Apparently goodie two shoes Nancy Wheeler and King Harrington claiming that Jason was the actual killer and that Eddie was just his cover up was all they needed to exonerate him. Eddie was an amazing liar too, so he sold the story in under a minute to the police. Carver was hurting Chrissy, Chrissy came to him, Carver caught them and killed her in retaliation. But Eddie scaped so he had to improvise.

Apparently half of that wasn't a lie. Munson had confessed to Steve and Johnathan, high as a kite, that him and Chrissy did have some feelings. They never acted on them, but they were planning to when she felt safe enough to leave Carver. That was painful on so many levels... He'd vaguely known Chrissy in school and she was sweet enough, seeing the way Eddie spoke about her made her murder feel so much more painful. What if Vecna had done that to Robin? Or what if he'd actually tried to kill Nancy? But also, hearing from the guy your pining after that he likes girls was just a whole different can of worms. It made him feel awful, being jealous of a dead girl.

Life went on for a while, in that sweet sweet agony. Sharing custody of the kids with Eddie, joking about who was the mum and who was the dad, trying to save up to move out with Robin, becoming actual friends with Byers, having a proper platonic friendship with Nancy...it wasn't so bad. Sure he could never have what he truly wanted, but he and Robin had already planned to be each other beards, their friend group expanded and he could be close to the guy he liked. It wasn't going to be the happy white picket fence he had desperately tried to sell to Nancy in a last ditch effort to remain heterosexual. Not that he was ever going to be truly happy there either.

Things took the most unexpected turn thanks to Byers junior. The five of them were hanging out in the Byers-Hopper residence, their hangout spot since the kids preferred the Wheeler's basement. When Will weakly knocked on his brother's door, Steve did not expect to see him teary eyed on the other side. Soon enough everyone in the room was trying to console poor Will. Steve and Robin were both completely dumbstruck when Will finally opened his mouth to confess. They shared a look of "oh no, what's going to happen?". Steve had already a reassurance in his lips, trying to prevent anyone else making a hurtful comment, when Johnathan hugged him and told him it was okay. Everyone else followed, and now the look he shared with Robin was one of immense relief. He was quick to add on to the support, feeling extremely guilty at the way Byers senior seemed to relax, clearly on the fence about his answer.

Turns out Will was heartbroken due to falling for a straight guy, something that Steve could very much relate to. He wanted to say so but it wasn't the right moment, this was about Will, and no matter how relieved he felt for the Kid and his and Robin's sake, he didn't want to derail the conversation. Nancy and him reassured him that Wheeler was an idiot, and that he wasn't missing much. "You can do better than my brother".

It was Eddie who actually got Will to stop sobbing with a simple question "How do you know he's straight?". Robin pointed out how he had dated El to which Eddie gave the baffling answer of "so what? he could like both!". Johnathan and Nancy were quick to jump on his theory, while Robin and Steve exchanged incredulous stares. Clearly Robin had not known about that, or else she would have told him.

"Is that a thing?" Steve dared to hope, hope that this was not some plot to make Will feel better. "Yeah Harrington" Eddie looked at him with all that intensity he conjured for DMing "I'm pretty fucking sure." They both stared at each other, trying to read the other's face. Looking for a sign, while aknowledging it wasn't the time or place to talk. In the end, Eddie gave Will a ride to the Wheeler's.

Once he and Robin were in the safety of his car it was absolute madness. Robin's final words were "I may not have know that was a thing, but know I know and he was flirting Dingus!". He tried to shut her down, not wanting to get his hopes up, but once he was alone in his hose...that was a different story.

He managed about seven whole minutes of repeating the mantra "just because he's into dudes doesn't mean he is into you" before deciding "fuck it" and gunning it for the door. He needed to know know. Steve opened the door at the same time Eddie closed his van's. After that it was only a couple of long strides, a locked door and Eddie slamming him against it.

"Sorry if I didn't read this correctly but-" Steve didn't let him finish. And sure enough, this time he actually felt it. The butterflies, the fireworks, his heart pumping away like it was about to explode. There would be time to talk things out, figure out what they wanted, but right then and there Steve finally felt alive. And he couldn't care less what his parents thought about it.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fruity four #stranger things #platonic stobin #tw queer slur #tw queerphobia #tw homophobia #tw internalized homophobia

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