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It’s the fourth time this week Eddie’s been late without a phone call.
Sure, his job has him working weird hours - Steve gets it. But he also knows his schedule and he knows the days Eddie works at the bar til close and he knows the days he’s supposed to be home before dark, and he hasn’t had a closing shift once this week.
Yet he came home near ten tonight, and Steve had been worried and nervous and yes, sure, a little - a lot - insecure about it, and maybe he’d lashed out first, or maybe Eddie had, Steve doesn’t know, but he knows they’re standing in the living room shouting at one another and it’s all coming to a head and he can’t stop himself, can’t keep from getting loud and angry and–
"Do you even want to fucking be here?" he yells.
"Not when you're acting like this!" Eddie says, and Steve's throat goes tight like there's a fist wrapped around it.
Not when he's acting like this, he thinks. Not when he's being too needy. Too pushy. Too demanding.
Something in his brain feels like it rewires. Their relationship flips on its head, and suddenly fear is coiling in Steve's stomach, not anger.
He'll lose Eddie if he keeps pushing like this. If he demands too much of his time, pulls him away from what he'd rather be doing, makes himself too much work, he'll lose him. Eddie always said he wasn't going anywhere. That he loves Steve, wants to be with him, will never get tired of him. Steve was a fucking idiot to take that at face value.
He feels sick to his stomach. He wants to apologize, wants to tell Eddie to forget all about what he said, wants to show how sorry he is, but between one moment and the next he's feeling like a guest in his own home, and he's very familiar with how it feels to be unwelcome.
So instead he shakes his head. Eddie wants to be left alone, probably. Doesn't want to see Steve when he's mad at him. Doesn't want to deal with him. He'll make himself scarce.
"I'm staying in the guest room tonight," he says stiffly, and turns away, only faltering a little when Eddie mumbles 'what the fuck ever' behind him. He flinches when Eddie slams the front door and closes the spare room so quietly it barely even clicks.
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Eddie gets home late.
Like, late-late. Steve hears the front door open as he's staring at the clock on the bedside table, the bright red numbers burning into his vision. Why did they even put a fucking clock in here, he thinks. It's the guest room. Why did he insist on furnishing this room like someone might live in it? Like this was a home people would be in and out of, like their family would come and stay with them long enough to need an alarm clock on the bedside table?
Desperate, a voice in his head hisses at him, desperate and needy and full of wishful thinking that someone would want to stay around sad little Steve Harrington long enough to need anything--
Eddie's coming down the hallway. He's trying to be quiet, but he forgot to take his shoes off at the door and his Reeboks squeak a little against the hardwood. It's a familiar sound. Comforting, usually. It's how he knows his honey's made it home safe when he's out late, that tell-tale squeak and the little stumbles when he's tipsy and making his way through their home after a long gig.
There was no gig tonight, though, and Eddie's footsteps are steady and even despite the soft sound of rubber on wood. He isn't drunk, Steve doesn't think - and is that better or worse? That he left after a fight and didn't even go somewhere to drink it off. Where has he been, if not their usual bar to think about what they'd spat at one another, trying to think of solutions, of apologies?
And is Steve really owed an apology? He was overbearing. He was pushy. He was demanding and authoritative and too fucking much all over again, and Eddie lashed out in response, and does Steve deserve an apology after all that? He's been going around in circles with himself all evening about it, arguing in his own head, saying yes I deserve one because my feelings were hurt and no I don't deserve one because I lashed out first and how does he answer this for himself? He doesn't know.
He knows he'd do just about anything to make the empty feeling in his chest go away, though. Knows that he'd shove his hurt away and eat his words and apologize to Eddie and never, ever push again if it meant he knew where they stood. If it meant Eddie would forgive him and never storm out like that again, if it meant Steve knew he wouldn't be left alone like this to wonder if Eddie was coming back.
And he feels so dramatic - he can hear Robin's voice already, telling him it was just a fight, that there's no reason to get this worked up about it, but Steve can't help it. Slammed doors and loneliness are the soundtrack to his childhood and he can't help the panic he feels when someone he loves leaves.
"Do you want to be here?" he'd asked, like a fucking idiot, and Eddie hadn't said yes. Steve swallows around the lump that's taken up permanent residence in his throat. Reaches to swipe a hand over his face, rubbed raw, eyes burning with tears he won't let fall because what right does he have to cry? He brought this on himself. He always brings it on himself.
Eddie's feet are still squeaking their way slowly down the hallway, he's trying not to wake Steve - or is he just trying not to be noticed? Impossible, if Eddie Munson is in a room Steve is going to notice, how can he not? He's been yanked into that gravitational pull and there's no escape for him, not anymore, he's a moon circling around the solar system and Eddie is the sun, burning bright and pulling focus and what is Steve to do in the face of that?
He keeps his eyes fixed on the clock. Watches the display change when a minute's passed. Feels his heartbeat stutter when Eddie's shuffling, squeaking steps pause outside the guest room.
They keep a hall light on at night. It's on a dimmer, turned down way low, but neither of them do well with complete darkness. Too many nightmares, too many shadows haunting and hunting the both of them. Steve can see the muted glow of it from beneath the door.
He can also see when Eddie comes to a stop because his feet block that light. Two shadows in the doorframe, obscuring the soft haze of warm orange that creeps in a half-moon over the carpet, and Steve stops breathing. There's a soft shifting noise, fabric over wood, a gentle thunk when Eddie leans against the guest room door, and Steve almost calls out to him. Almost says I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please don't leave again, please don't leave me, but the words stick in his throat. Ball's in Eddie's court, as it should be when Steve fucked up so bad, when he tried to ruin it all, when he made Eddie so mad that he left when he promised Steve he would never do that. Eddie's a good man. Keeps his word. Steve's the problem, Steve is always the goddamn problem, always will be, ruins and stains everything he fucking touches–
The shadow disappears. Steve squeezes his eyes shut so tight he sees lights popping behind his lids. Those shuffling squeaking steps continue their way down the hall. Steve feels like he's going to throw up but he didn't have dinner so there's nothing in his belly but bile and nothing comes up even though his throat is tight and his stomach is fucking rolling.
The bedroom door - their bedroom door - creaks on its hinges. Steve keeps meaning to put some WD-40 on it but he kind of likes that it makes a noise, that when he's asleep it's just loud enough to wake him halfway and tell him to anticipate the warm wash of tobacco and sandalwood that will cloud him when Eddie slips beneath the covers. Lets him know he's about to be grabbed and groped a little bit, sweet little kisses pressed to his shoulder and neck and jawline until he's got a face tucked into the curve of his throat, until he's giving a sleepy smile and winding his arms around a trim waist and dragging Eddie in close, sputtering and laughing tiredly as wild hair gets in his face and mouth before he falls asleep again, wrapped tight around the love of his life.
None of that tonight, apparently - and he doesn't blame him. No, he hears the bedroom door creak and it feels like a punishment that he deserves and his eyes burn and burn and burn and his face is wet now, he can't help it, and he wipes at it again angrily, takes the soft blanket to his face and why is it so soft why does Steve try so hard when he knows he won't get anything back why does he try to build a home when he's never had one and never will and is going to lose the one he's clawed onto so desperately and tried so hard to keep–
The door creaks again. Steve takes a stuttering breath. Eddie's steps are soft now as they come down the hallway, bare feet on the floor, almost silent as he creeps his way closer. Steve clenches his teeth so hard his jaw aches, anything to hold back the sounds he wants to make - he can't let Eddie hear him. He can't let Eddie know he's crying. That's manipulative, isn't it? Crying in front of the person he hurt? He won't do it, won't be that selfish, but that shadow appears at the base of the door again. Steve can't help the shaky inhale he takes, and it sounds so fucking loud in the quiet of the guest room, choked and echoing.
"Baby?" Eddie says, voice low and quiet, rapping so gently against the door with one knuckle. "You in there, Stevie?"
Just the sound of him is enough to send his heart crashing around in his ribcage, fluttering and jumping and making Steve tense. He wants to answer but he can’t get the words to form, his throat feels sealed shut, and he wonders if he should answer even if he were able because what could Eddie possibly have to say right now? It can’t be anything good and Steve doesn’t know if he can take it right now, in this room that makes him feel like a guest in his own home - but isn’t he always a guest? Isn’t that what he’s made to be, a temporary stop in everyone else’s story?
But he’s not ready for Eddie to move past him yet. Not tonight. Let it happen in the morning if it has to happen, let him put this off just a little longer. Just please, not tonight. Not yet.
But Eddie’s never been known for his patience, and the click of the latch has Steve slamming his eyes closed. Too late to roll over and hide his face, but he’s got enough time to duck down and tuck most of his features into a pillow. He tries to let his body relax, to let the tense lines of his muscles uncoil and his shoulders drop and his fists unclench, but he can’t tell if he’s managed it and the ache in his palms from his blunt nails tells him maybe he did, but it won’t help much.
Eddie makes his way across the carpet in silent steps, and the mattress dips with his weight as he sits on the edge of it. Steve’s fingers twitch to reach for him, but he just curls them into the sheets instead and hopes the motion looks absent enough to have happened in his sleep.
He smells sandalwood and tobacco and feels the warmth from Eddie being so near but it feels like there’s a wall between them, one he can’t cross even if he tries, one he’s barred from so much as touching.
He works hard to keep his breathing even but it’s hitching now and then despite his best efforts, shaky and too loud in the silent room, but he keeps up the charade even though the end of it all is perched right in front of him. And it’s Eddie who puts an end to it. It was always Eddie who was going to put an end to it.
“I know you’re awake,” he says, and Steve squeezes his eyes tighter like that’ll make it untrue, like he can just drift off in a second if he wills it hard enough. Eddie shifts on the mattress, and Steve curls tighter into himself. “Let’s just hash this out, huh? Get it over with.” Steve bites his tongue so hard he thinks he might taste blood. It’s that simple for Eddie - but it’s always simple, isn’t it? Cut and dry, plain as day, Steve is the only one who can never see it coming, it’s written on the goddamn walls for everyone else.
He risks peeking through his lashes but Eddie’s got his back to him so it doesn’t even matter, not really. Eddie isn’t looking at him and so Steve allows himself to look, takes in the hunch of Eddie’s shoulders, the curve of his spine beneath his thin pajama shirt - he’d changed, when he’d made his way through their creaky bedroom door, took off his clothes and put his pajamas on and kicked off those tennis shoes, they’re probably in a pile at the foot of the bed for Steve to trip over and he will miss tripping over them, he’ll miss it terribly.
He wonders if he’ll need to move. If he’ll have to find a new place and separate out all of their things into his things, if SteveAndEddie’sStuff will become Steve’s stuff and Eddie’s stuff. Or maybe he’ll just start staying in this guest room, maybe that’s why he furnished this room so completely, because somehow he knew he’d end up alone in it.
“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, and Steve inhales sharply.
“Don’t,” he says, and somehow he keeps his voice steady.
“So you are awake,” Eddie says, and he tries to sound teasing, sound playful, but it drops like a stone in this space between them. No room for levity in the dark cloud Steve’s filled this room with. He wishes he could be easygoing and let go gently, but it’s Eddie - in what world could he take losing him graciously?
“Yeah,” he says, and he stares at Eddie’s back as the other raises his head, but he still doesn’t turn to look at Steve, and he wishes he could at least look him in the face when he rips his heart out of his chest.
part 2
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Let's say Eddie DOES survive, right? Him and Steve are getting along really well, skirting the line between REALLY GREAT FRIENDS to MMMMMAYBE BOYFRIENDS? Now the year is 1987 and this absolute BANGER by Rick Astley comes out on the radio.
You cannot tell me Steve Harrington isn't ready to belt his whole heart of 'Never Gonna Give You Up' to a completely stunned, slightly embarrassed but still in awe, Eddie Munson.
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With Eddie’s acoustic guitar being a clear reference to Woody Guthrie, I reckon Wayne taught him to play using Woody’s songs.
Now picture Steve’s first Thanksgiving with the Munsons: everything is traditional and as expected - canned cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, yams with marshmallows.
Once they dust off the main course, Wayne gets up to make coffee and warm up the pie. While he does that, Eddie goes over to the record player and carefully puts on an album. He and Wayne sit down and lean back in their chairs, watching Steve with smiles on their faces as a simple acoustic melody begins. And then, suddenly.... “this song is called Alice’s Restaurant.....”
And that’s Steve’s introduction to Alice’s Restaurant. The greatest Thanksgiving tradition ever.
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did I log back into this hellsite just to post what is essentially, for all intents and purposes, p0rn for a ship that will never be canon but has taken over my life for the better part of a month at this point?
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stitches (steddie fic)
a steddie fic in which eddie munson survives
a/n: hello! this is my fix it fic. i currently post on ao3 and wattpad but have also decided to move it here. this is a steddie fanfiction. please be aware this fic is intended only for mature readers. there is near death experiences, the mention of wounds, blood and an array of many mature things. minors dni.
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Steve ran down the steps of the creel house and looked at Nancy then at Robin, "Come on. We need to hurry!" He didn't wait before stepping off in a run.
He gasped, placing a hand to his abdomen while he ran. "Damn bats," he mumbled, trying to hurry. He had to make it back to Dustin and Eddie. He had to know they were okay; he needed make sure the bats didn't get them too.
As they ran he could see all of the vines that were covering the ground slowly retreating. His stomach started to feel nauseous and he knew something was wrong. Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay. He chanted to himself.
They ran through the clearing and in the distance he could see two bodies. One was sitting and holding the other. Steve ran harder, "Dustin! Dustin!" He screamed.
As they approached he could see it now. Dustin was holding Eddie's body. Eddie's body and mouth were covered in blood and Dustin was sobbing. "No, no, no, no," Dustin kept crying out.
Steve dropped to the ground and pulled Eddie off of Dustin. Dustin wailed loudly and reached for him, "He wanted to be a fucking hero!" Dustin yelled. "I tried getting him to come back through the trailer and h-he c-cut the rope. I-I tried to stop him, Steve. I tried," he sobbed. "He wouldn't listen. He said he was t-tired of running," Dustin rocked forward and backwards, his words getting lost in his cries.
Nancy's arms wrapped around Dustin and she pulled him back. He collapsed against her chest and was shaking from crying. A lump formed in Steve's throat and he tried hard to push back tears. "Nancy, get him out of here." He instructed her. His voice cracked as he watched Dustin fall apart. His heart splintered and he looked down at the ground.
"NO! I won't leave him!" Dustin shouted, trying to fight his way from Nancy's arms.
"Dustin, come on. We need to go." Nancy cooed softly, Steve could see the tears streaking down her face leaving a trail in the dirt and grime on her face.
"We can't leave him here," Dustin repeated this time his voice was nearly a whisper.
"Robin and I will bring him back. We won't leave him, Dustin. We never would." Steve hugged Eddie's body close to him and put a hand on Dustin's arm, "Let us do this, Henderson."
Nancy and Dustin stood slowly. She kept her arms wrapped around him and pulled him gently away towards the direction of the trailer park.
"Shit, shit," Robin whispered as she dropped to the ground across from Steve. Her fingers ran over his jacket and she let out a choked sob. She pulled his bandana off and dabbed at the blood on the sides of his mouth.
Steve stared at his face now, finally taking in the injuries. There was blood running down the corners of his mouth, his neck and his hands. "Help me get his legs."
Robin didn't move, she just cried and dabbed at the blood. The white skulls on the bandana were turning red. Steve felt his composure falling apart. The past few days he had really gotten the chance to know Eddie. He really liked Eddie, too. He knew Eddie was a damn good person. He wasn't the person the town painted him to be. He was kind and caring. He was witty and funny. And most importantly, he still tried being a hero for a town that didn’t deserve it.
Tears welled in Steve's eyes and he breathed out, "Fuck, man. Fuck."
"Here, g-get his legs," Robin wiped her eyes on the back of her hands leaving smears of blood under her eyes.
Steve adjusted himself and wrapped his hands around Eddie's ankles, wincing at the pain in his stomach. Robin grabbed his wrists and they both stood up. They started to take a few steps forward and Robin gasped. "Steve, Steve. Put him down."
Steve blinked away tears and sucked in a breath. Fuck Venca. Fuck the upside down and fuck this. Fuck carrying his friends lifeless body back to the town that didn't get a fuck about him. "Steve!" Robin yelled, ripping him from his thoughts.
"What?"
"Put him down!" Robin was yelling.
Steve slowly dropped his legs down the ground and looked at Robin, "Robin, we need to get out of here."
Robin dropped back to his side, her hand tight on his wrist. "Steve, he has a pulse."
CHAPTER 2
this fic is currently a WIP and will contain multiple chapters.
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And IT BEGINS (●'◡'●)
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Kinda Modern Day Steddie AU because young Eddie would put his whole dirty self into it, but could work Modern Day Everyone Lives & is Old AU.
Steve loves Harry Styles, it's his music taste through and through and he's decided to be completely unapologetic about it, so everyone knows about it.
Eddie loves Steve Harrington, he wants to perform something for him, he wants to be on stage in front of tens to hundreds of people and no one but Steve knows it's actually just for him. But Eddie can't perform a Harry song. He just can't. He's softened but he's not suddenly soft, plus the rest of the band told him to fuck off.
Then he finds Medicine, and it's a little bit filthy, and he can make it filthier. Medicine works.
So, in a cramped bar in Indiana, to 57 people, but only for Steve Harrington, Eddie performs Medicine, it's metal and filthy as he sings every last dirty word (especially the ones not usually sung).
Steve doesn't mind Harry Styles, but he fucking loves Eddie Munson.
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My California Girl
Chapter 1: Our Fifth Year
WORD COUNT: 2,511💕
Summary: Max comes home to find it trashed, heavily smelt of alcohol and cigarettes. She sighed, Billy always acts weird around this time of year, December specifically. Back in Cali he met the girl if his dreams, they only started dating for about 4 months until they had to move. Even though he doesn't want anything to do with Max or her friends, but Mike proposes that they should go to California for winter break...
A/N: sorry for not being active as much, working on a request and other stories!
Warning(s): 18+, drinking, swearing, smut, fighting, Jason Carter, talk about abuse, angst, fluff, (let me know if I missed any!)
Billy was lying on top of his bed, staring at the ceiling, beer in hand, cigarette between his lips. His sad records were playing on repeat, this year would mark the full 5th anniversary. The front door opens to reveal Max standing in the doorway with El, she covers her face scrunching her nose to the smell of beer lingering like a dark cloud of dread. 'God what's wrong now?' she asked herself. The two teens walked into the trailer following the beer skeleton trail. The two girls walked down the hall, to the only room with more than one hole in it; it was closed. 'Billy must be home...' she thought, El reading her mind nodded. Max knocked on the door softly, no response, she knocked once again. A faint groan could be heard, overpowered by blasting music. Max opened the door gingerly, poking her head in to see her older step-brother lying on his stomach face down. "Billy?" she asked, he lifted his head slowly to meet her eyes, only for gravity to pull him back down to the bed sheets. "Billy, come on, get over yourself" Max lightly shouted. Billy groaned in rebellion, Max felt sorry for her step-brother. Even though Billy hated Max, and wish she was never in his life, I mean Neil Hargrove did leave his biological mother for Max's mom. The affair had been happening for at least a year before his mother found out and left.
Max sighed, not knowing what to do really. After all, Max knew what had gotten Billy so depressed. "Billy, come on; you can't stay like this; she wouldn't want you to stay sulking around, drinking, and smoking yourself to death." Billy tried to push himself up from his mattress, "S-huuuuut up. N'one caressssss what you's think." Max shook her head, walking out of his room and into the kitchen. "Why is he so unhappy?" El asked, Max, sighed once again, her vision became blurry, and tears trickled out from her eyes. "...Max?" Max didn't answer, her head slumped as her body jerked once before the water gates opened. El put her hand on Max's shoulder in sympathy. El decided not to push Max, but she did radio the gang to ask them questions. "El to base, anyone there?" she asked softly.
"This is base, what's up?" Dustin asked, El smiled softly. "Um, I don't know, but Max is crying because Bill-" She was cut off "Billy what?!" Lucas screamed into his radio. Billy began to not hate Lucas so much, he was upset that his beautiful coffee, mocha-toned girlfriend is still in California without him. The way Lucas acts reminded him too much of her, so he told Max to stay away from him so he wouldn't have to hurt seeing his step-sister happy. Before El could speak to tell Lucas that Billy didn't say or do anything to Max. *click* is all El heard before Lucas went dead. "Oh this isn't good.." El whispered, Dustin agreed on the other side, "I'm going to grab Steve, Robin, and Eddie..." Dustin rushed before his line went dead as well. Not too long after Lucas and Dustin's lines went dead, there was banging on the trailer door, Billy turned up his music, drunkenly singing along to one of his favorite songs. Max sat on the crusty cough, covering her face and whispering to herself, "I'm sorry.." El walked to the door and turned the lock, only to be pushed out of the way but Lucas flinging the door open. He looked around the room and spotted Max on the couch with her hands over her eyes.
Lucas clung to Max. Steve wasn't happy about what they heard from Lucas and Dustin; Lucas oversaturated over the fact that Billy might have put his hands on Max. Steve walked towards the bombing music, clenching his fists. I mean him and Eddie have been caring for these gaggle of kids, Eddie followed Steve, not to help him beat Billy but to stop Steve from getting phsyical. Eddie has been in Billy's position, his mother wasn't like other mothers. His father passed away once he was born; his mother blamed him for his death. Until his mother got caught saying horrible things his Uncle was there to pick him up from that hell hole and to bring him into a calmer and nicer enviorment. Which worked, his uncle accepted him for being gay and was happy for his nephew. Other than that Eddie has been the calmer of the group, not because he smokes pot, but because he doesn't like to fight unless it is needed. "Lovebug, calm down, let's not bring more pain on this guy." Eddie reached out to Steve, trying to slow him down. "Listen," Eddie says pointing to Billy's room. 'Two Birds' by Regina Spektor; everyone went to a still, no one said a word. All that could be heard was Billy, drunkenly singing along to this slow sad song; "Two birrds on a wiiiiiiiiiiiire..." beer cans and bottles clank together as he moved around his room. A dark cloud flew over the group outside of Billy's room. "Fuck *hic* Maaaaax!" he yelled, Max's head shot up and she turned to his door, Billy tried to walk to his door, to leave his smelly room. Max stood up, "Billy, I know..." she said. Lucas looked at her, in shock; he has never seen the person he loves, care about Billy. They never got along but now, she is calm and trying to talk or reason with her step-brother. Billy let out a big sigh, "I-I...I miss her man...." Billy whispered. Billy didn't know anyone of her friends was in the trailer right now, he thought it was just Max, and only Max. That's why he started his drinking shaningins.
"I miss her too..." Steve ushered the kids out of the trailer, to leave Billy to his own devices. After all, he beat up Steve, almost killed Max's new friends, just overall not a good man towards the Hawkins group. At the Wheelers house, Max finally calmed down enough to explain the situation without giving to much detail on her soon to be sister. You and Billy have been dating every since you were in 7th grade. 5 years of ups and downs, and you both still want to be together. "Billy misses his girlfriend and I miss her too. Today is their 5th year anivisruay together; this is the first year they haven't been together. All because we moved from California to Hawkins.. Lucas, he doesn't hate you, just, the way you act and sound reminds him of her, the one person he truly loves. The one who helped him out of this dark hole."Billy was lying on top of his bed, staring at the ceiling, beer in hand, cigarette between his lips. His sad records were playing on repeat, this year would mark the full 5th anniversary. The front door opens to reveal Max standing in the doorway with El, she covers her face scrunching her nose to the smell of beer lingering like a dark cloud of dread. 'God what's wrong now?' she asked herself. The two teens walked into the trailer following the beer skeleton trail. The two girls walked down the hall, to the only room with more than one hole in it; it was closed. 'Billy must be home...' she thought, El reading her mind nodded. Max knocked on the door softly, no response, she knocked once again. A faint groan could be heard, overpowered by blasting music. Max opened the door gingerly, poking her head in to see her older step-brother lying on his stomach face down. "Billy?" she asked, he lifted his head slowly to meet her eyes, only for gravity to pull him back down to the bed sheets. "Billy, come on, get over yourself" Max lightly shouted. Billy groaned in rebellion, Max felt sorry for her step-brother. Even though Billy hated Max, and wished she was never in his life, I mean Neil Hargrove did leave his biological mother for Max’s mom. The affair had been happening for at least a year before his mother found out and left.
Max sighed, not knowing what to do really. After all, Max knew what had gotten Billy so depressed. “Billy, come on; you can’t stay like this; she wouldn’t want you to stay sulking around, drinking, and smoking yourself to death.” Billy tried to push himself up from his mattress, “S-hut up. No one cares what you think.” Max shook her head, walking out of his room and into the kitchen. “Why is he so unhappy?” El asked, Max, sighed once again, her vision became blurry, and tears trickled out from her eyes. “…Max?” Max didn’t answer, her head slumped as her body jerked once before the water gates opened. El put her hand on Max's shoulder in sympathy. El decided not to push Max, but she did radio the gang to ask them questions. “El to base, anyone there?” she asked softly.
“This is base, what’s up?” Dustin asked, El smiled softly. “Um, I don’t know, but Max is crying because Bill-“ She was cut off “Billy what?!” Lucas screamed into his radio. Billy began to not hate Lucas so much, he was upset that his beautiful coffee, mocha-toned girlfriend is still in California without him. The way Lucas acts reminded him too much of her, so he told Max to stay away from him so he wouldn’t have to hurt seeing his step-sister happy. Before El could speak to tell Lucas that Billy didn’t say or do anything to Max. *click* is all El heard before Lucas went dead. “Oh this isn’t good..” El whispered, Dustin agreed on the other side, “I’m going to grab Steve, Robin, and Eddie…” Dustin rushed before his line went dead as well. Not too long after Lucas and Dustin’s lines went dead, there was banging on the trailer door, Billy turned up his music, drunkenly singing along to one of his favorite songs. Max sat on the crusty cough, covering her face and whispering to herself, “I’m sorry..” El walked to the door and turned the lock, only to be pushed out of the way but Lucas flinging the door open. He looked around the room and spotted Max on the couch with her hands over her eyes.
Lucas clung to Max. Steve wasn’t happy about what they heard from Lucas and Dustin; Lucas oversaturated over the fact that Billy might have put his hands on Max. Steve walked towards the bombing music, clenching his fists. I mean he and Eddie have been caring for this gaggle of kids, Eddie followed Steve, not to help him beat Billy but to stop Steve from getting physical. Eddie has been in Billy’s position, his mother wasn’t like other mothers. His father passed away once he was born; his mother blamed him for his death. Until his mother got caught saying horrible things his Uncle was there to pick him up from that hell hole and to bring him into a calmer and nicer environment. Which worked, his uncle accepted him for being gay and was happy for his nephew. Other than that Eddie has been the calmer of the group, not because he smokes pot, but because he doesn’t like to fight unless it is needed. “Lovebug, calm down, let’s not bring more pain on this guy.” Eddie reached out to Steve, trying to slow him down. “Listen,” Eddie says, pointing to Billy’s room where he is playing ‘Two Birds’ by Regina Spektor; everyone went to a still, and no one said a word. All that could be heard was Billy, drunkenly singing along to this slow sad song; “Two birds on a wire…” beer cans and bottles clank together as he moved around his room. A dark cloud flew over the group outside of Billy’s room. “Fuck *hic* Maaaaax!” he yelled, Max’s head shot up and she turned to his door, Billy tried to walk to his door, to leave his smelly room. Max stood up, “Billy, I know…” she said. Lucas looked at her, in shock; he has never seen the person he loves to care about Billy. They never got along but now, she is calm and trying to talk or reason with her step-brother. Billy let out a big sigh, “I-I…I miss her man….” Billy whispered. Billy didn’t know any of her friends were in the trailer right now, he thought it was just Max, and only Max. That’s why he started this drinking episode.
“I miss her too…” Steve ushered the kids out of the trailer, to leave Billy to his own devices. After all, he beat up Steve, and almost killed Max’s new friends, just overall not a good man towards the Hawkins group. At the Wheeler's house, Max finally calmed down enough to explain the situation without giving too much detail about her soon-to-be sister. You and Billy have been dating ever since you were in 7th grade. 5 years of ups and downs, and you both still want to be together. “Billy misses his girlfriend and I miss her too. Today is their 5th year anniversary together; this is the first year they haven’t been together. All because we moved from California to Hawkins... Lucas, he doesn’t hate you, it's just, it's the way you act and sound that reminds him of her, the one person he truly loves. The one who helped him out of this dark hole.”
Mike looked at his friends, “Why don’t we take him to California?” he asked. El shot a glare toward him, she didn’t want Billy to be in California if it meant that he would try to kill everyone again or something. Max, with her red, puffy eyes, looked at Mike confused, “What do you mean?” she asked, Mike smiled, “I mean I am going to California with El to visit Jonathan and Will. Why don’t we bring him with us? Maybe that way he can surprise her?” This is the first time, Mike actually cared about someone and wasn’t thinking about himself and his girlfriend El. Max looked at her shoes and then back at the trailer. “Maybe that will work; thanks for the idea, Mike. For once I thank you” she snorted at her own comment. Everyone laughed at Max’s comment. Max felt calmer now, knowing that her friends who are now family care about her that much to suggest we all go to California to visit Will but also so Billy could finally see his lover after a long year.
Not far from the trailer park, Jason and his group of friends overheard everything. “So the almighty Billy Hargrove has a weak spot?” he whispered to Ryan. Ryan chuckled, “I guess so; what we doin’ boss?” he asked. Jason smiled, “Pack your things, we are going to California…”
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in the back of your girlfriend's car- Part 6/6
Pairing: Steddie (Stranger Things)
The first thing Eddie noticed when he came round were flashing lights. An ambulance. No, street lamps. He was in a car and it was moving. His head was resting on someone's shoulder, a warm arm around him. He concentrated on focusing his eyes. Woah, serious deja vu.
There was nobody in the passenger seat, which was different from last time. His eyes flitted over to the driver's side. Wayne. Oh shit. Okay, so the arm around him, the person stroking his hair with all the care and love in the world.
"Steve!" He mumbled, leaning back into Steve's shoulder and pulling his arm closer. Fuck it, if this was deja vu, he was going with it, "My hero."
Wayne grunted from the front seat, focused on the road ahead. Eddie felt a stinging pain just to the left of his temple, he reached up and touched it gently, oh, blood, great. He dropped his hand again, focusing instead on the gentle hum of the car, of the calm he felt being held. It was comfortable in Steve's arms, it felt like home, like Eddie belonged there.
"I guess I owe you another apology," he was definitely a lot clearer headed this time, the grogginess he was feeling likely down to the amount of alcohol in his system, not the cut on his head.
Steve squeezed his side gently, "We can talk about that tomorrow, for now, you're safe and that's all that matters."
"Wayne?" Eddie asked towards the front seat.
"Same here, kiddo, consequences tomorrow. Tonight we look after you."
"Eddie," Steve propped Eddie upright and leaned forward, looking him dead in the eyes, as he had done all those months before. Eddie recognised it this time, watched Steve's finger as he moved it from side to side checking for a concussion. They were still close and his eyes flicked down to Steve's lips for a moment. Eddie whispered, "The first time you did this, I thought you were going to kiss me."
Steve leaned back, apparently satisfied that Eddie was not suffering from a concussion this time. "I know," he whispered back, "You weren't subtle back then either." Eddie sighed, feeling nothing but tiredness in that moment, he laid his head back on Steve's shoulder and cuddled into the other man's side. Steve squeezed him tightly, like he was never going to let him go again.
They arrived back at the trailer park, both Wayne and Steve taking an arm to help Eddie out of the car. Eddie stumbled along with them, exhaustion making every bone in his body hurt. His head was starting to pound now. They got him into his bedroom and Wayne left to get the first aid kit. He returned, gently sitting on the edge of the bed as he dabbed away the blood and placed a steri-strip over the wound on his head and another over his nose. When Wayne was done, he helped Eddie out of his jeans and changed his t-shirt to a sleep shirt, pulling the covers over him, like he was a little kid again. Steve sat on the chair in the corner, he legs up on the desk. Wayne squeezed Steve's shoulder as he left the room.
As Eddie felt himself dozing off, he muttered, "You don't need to babysit me Harrington. I'm a big boy now."
Steve scoffed, "Just get some sleep, we'll talk in the morning."
Eddie turned over and fell straight asleep.
After the Upside Down, Steve chose Nancy, chose normalcy and a return to the easy life. Meanwhile Eddie is trying anything just to feel alive.
Then Steve suggests something that may change everything.
(a fic about trauma, loving multiple people in multiple ways at once, chasing highs, lord of the rings, rocky horror, new york and making out in cars)
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Eddie Munson keeps on finding himself in the backseat of Nancy Wheeler's car.
[read chapter 6/6 on AO3]
[read the whole thing on AO3]
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Letters From Home
WARNINGS : no smut / fluffly / heartbreaking / confession
Word Count : 1.1k words
Eddie's letter to Steve
Authors Note : (that I absolutely stole from @namedafteraprincess) When Max wrote letters to the gang “just in case” it sparked an idea in my fabulously talented friend’s head about what if Steve and Eddie had written letters to each other. So with our Steddie shipping hearts in full gear, here they are. We would like to apologize in advance for any ✨emotional distress✨
Munson,
I can’t believe I’m actually writing one of these dumb letters, it worked for Max… I guess. I feel stupid and if you ever show Dustin this letter, I’ll make you regret it. I’m pretty good at many things, but words aren’t one of them. With everything that’s been going on it felt important, that I at least attempt to get some out.
I didn’t say it that day but I was jealous too.
Jealous of how much Dustin admired you. He didn’t need me anymore because of his new, cool best friend Eddie. I just couldn’t let go, couldn’t wrap my head around it. All because a kid three years younger than me was spending time with other people. I thought… I thought it was jealousy but I don’t think it is. It’s a long story but I met Dustin when we both needed a friend and he was all I had for a long time. And when… when I thought he was moving on from me. You’re not the only one who runs from the things that scare you, man. I got scared.
I thought I was going to be alone again. I have Robin, but it’s Henderson. That annoying little shit is like my brother and it hurt that he had found someone that he liked better, or… that's what I thought. Whatever, listen. I was wrong. And if you tell anyone I said that I’d deny it. Dustin needs both of us. I can protect him, I can be the badass he can come to when he needs help… when he needs someone to do something dangerous with him but you, he needs you to figure out how to be himself in the world.
You gotta teach him to be confident as the little nerd he is, your over-the-top encouragement, and to get through high school without hating it. I hated it, I know you hated it. Listen, I need you to promise me that if, that if I don’t come back from this. You’ll take care of him, even after you graduate. Just keep taking care of him because he needs you.
I need you, Eddie, to promise that you’ll never let him be alone, man. Ever. Never let him feel like we felt, that harsh coldness from everyone around us as they turned their backs because we weren’t what they wanted from us. Just look out for him, for me.
I have something else to say but, it’s not as easy for me to put in this letter and… you may laugh or I don’t know throw it out but I need to say it just in case something happens. I wanted to thank you. I was thinking about what you said, about chasing after Nance, about getting her back. I heard you, but what stuck with me is the bit about true love and I think, even if you're cynical about it love has a way of showing you what you need even when what you want is staring you straight in the face man.
I kept you at an arm's distance because I couldn’t stand the idea that I had been looking in the wrong place for that kind of love that makes you feel like you’ve been struck by lightning. Munson, you were there the whole time. The smell of smoke in your dirty hair, the sound of your rings rolling against each other and the feeling of your cynical, terrified brown eyes staring back at me are burned into my skin like branding.
Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic idiot, but maybe I was just waiting on you.
For you to show me how to be alive, how not to care what other people thought of me because the people that matter the most won’t care that I’m afraid of the dark or being alone. You gave me the choice to be who I am regardless of the names I’ve been called. The King, the babysitter… a stupid kid who bullied other people because it made him feel better when his shitty friends cheered him on. I just… I just wanted to be Steve Harrington and you saw me through all of that.
I was laying there yesterday while everyone slept, piled into the trailer and all I could hear was the sound of you breathing. I got so worked up that I couldn’t focus on sleeping, I couldn’t focus on anything but you. Thank you, for allowing me to hope again. Even if it’s impermanent.
I’m going to take it with me into the upside down, that hope you gave me back. Maybe I’ll finally have time to figure out who I am without all of this fear and worry. And then when this is all over I’ll get to explore those feelings you give me. Shit okay, here goes. You’re the reason I believe in love again man, I just hope I don’t fuck this up.
You have to know about the weird anxious butterflies that fill my stomach and make my chest tight when I see you. How much I love that dumb dimple that forms on your cheek when you have a bad plan that will most likely get us killed or arrested. That I selfishly want to hear you say my name, over and over. It’ll never get old coming from your lips. I just hope it’s not too late, that I didn’t waste my time worrying about stupid things, like friendships that didn’t matter, school, and prom king. Those things don’t matter. That day that you hesitated to come after me, it didn’t matter because I’ve been hesitating every day since you looked at me in those woods. Scared that if I did tell you how I felt… about everything that you might not, I don’t know, feel the same, Munson. It’s been a pleasure to watch you find your courage and reclaim your confidence. To learn how clever and caring you are, thank you for letting me get to know you as something other than the freak. Cause that’s not who you are, not really. Let the town think what they want, let them paint you as a villain, they have no idea what you have sacrificed for them this week.
It feels odd to dream while I’m wide awake. Have you ever gotten that feeling? Like there's just something you want so bad that you can taste it, you can feel it on your skin and in your hair.
That’s you, Eddie, you’re a dream.
You’re my fleeting hope. My painfully distant daydream.
Be careful tomorrow, I don’t think that I could take living without you now that I’ve had the chance to breathe you in. It doesn’t matter what direction I crawl, all arrows point to you.
Be safe, Steve.
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{I am not a native speaker, please forgive me for mistakes and feel free to correct me.}
"When did we decide to switch roles?" grumbled Eddie Munson, sliding back and forth on the hard wooden chair.
He couldn't for the life of him get into a comfortable position. He couldn't understand why the whole thing couldn't take place on the couch.
"All your favors, as you lovingly call them, were activities the two of us did. Now I picked one," Steve Harrington explained for the hundredth time, rolling his coffee-brown eyes.
The freak's constant questions were getting on his nerves, and he was already totally nervous before his trial day.
But these activities were all fun for me. And that was the deal. So I won't tell anyone how you-"
"Shut up, Munson!", Steve ruled him, slapping him on the back of the head.
When would he ever stop talking about that night? And when would the beating of his heart stop when he thought about it himself? When that shaky heat that rose inside him - especially at night when he was alone in his bed.
Steve Harrington sighed softly and somehow tried to wrap the towel around Eddie's shoulders.
As he did so, his tongue hung out a bit between his lips.
He was highly concentrated.
Eddie watched him with a slight smirk on his lips.
He'd picked that up from him. One hundred percent. Because whenever Eddie focused on something, he did the same thing.
"Make me!" he challenged Steve, but then raised his hands in the air, laughing softly.
He didn't want to upset Steve, not when he was about to do anything with his hair.
"Steve?" he asked nervously, widening his eyes, they were now so big they resembled a leprechaun's.
"Steve?" he asked again. Now more panicked, until he finally yelled, "HARRINGTON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THOSE SCISSORS?!" he screeched, jumping up from the chair.
He ran hurriedly to the front door and opened it in one swift motion.
Eddie - standing there with a pink towel around his shoulders, his wild hair sticking out in all directions, Steve Harrington just couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Calm down, Munson. I was kidding. What would I do with scissors during a head massage?" he asked with a grin, trying to catch his breath.
Eddie, still with the shock in his limbs, rolled his eyes, slammed the door, and trotted back to the chair.
"Your punishment is extended for another two weeks!" , he grumbled, sitting down and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"That's what you said the last three times," Steve replied, unable to prevent an adoring smile from forming on his lips.
Luckily Eddie didn't see that because Steve had gotten behind him again.
"And you never really said anything against it. Go ahead and admit it, you love spending time with me," Eddie gave out in a singing voice.
Steve responded by slapping him once more on the back of the head and sending whispering curses across the room.
"Now hold still." he ordered, taking a walnut-sized portion of the lotion onto his hand. Then he rubbed the cream into his hands and began massaging it into Eddie's hair.
Eddie kept his eyes open for a while, the skepticism and fear about Steve harming his mane was too strong.
But because the massaging movements were so relaxing, he eventually did close them and got the full benefit of the head massage.
He didn't want to admit it, but Steve was darn good at it.
When Steve had approached him a few days ago and asked him to step in as a test subject , because he had gotten a trial job at a hairdresser , Eddie really thought Steve was kidding him.
It wasn't completely out of the blue, he was known as Steve The Hair Harrington after all.
But not in his wildest dreams would Eddie have suspected that Steve would take on such a part-time job.
Steve's hands were so skilled and felt so good that a relieved sigh escaped him.
"I could get used to this," Eddie murmured, smiling under his words.
And Steve? He paused in his movement and stared at the freak's face for a small infinity.
His striking features, which no longer held any of the usual tension, but seemed absolutely at peace with themselves; his curved lips, which fit his like a missing puzzle piece; his neck, adorned by the stainless steel chain holding the plectrum.
He imagined pulling on it to bring Eddie's face closer to his own, finally picking up where they'd left off weeks ago.
Heated urgent kisses, breath that carried only in bursts from their mouths as they found no time to catch their breath under the fierce movement of their lips.
"Ah! Shit, Harrington. Not so rough!" complained Eddie, releasing Steve from his passionate daydream.
"Sorry.", he mumbled and loosened his grip on Eddie's hair before continuing the head massage more tenderly now.
Steve Harrington swallowed hard and wondered for the hundredth time how much longer he could deny what had long been obvious.
He was attracted - to Edward Munson!
Not only that, the longing to kiss him again, to feel his skin against his, all of it was so present and strong that it made him want to vomit.
Bullshit. He wasn't into the weird, bad-joke-telling trailer park resident, nor did he feel any kind of sexual attraction toward men. Like, not at all.
And, the fact that he craved physical contact was also just because he was chronically underserved.
Things just weren't going so well with women.
Pretty sure it was because of Robin's stupid list, which she started at Scoops and continued during their time at Family Video.
It was unconsciously putting him under so much pressure that his pick-up lines were getting worse and worse.
Steve hadn't even noticed, but the massaging movements on the back of Eddie's neck had turned into a massage of his neck and part of his shoulders - at least where the towel wasn't attached.
Some of the conditioning lotion, which was only meant for hair, was now sticking there, too.
"Shit." he cursed, reaching for the towel hanging around Eddie's shoulders and trying to wipe the cream away. Unsuccessfully.
"Damn, sorry. Come into the bathroom with me, I'll wash it off," he said sheepishly. This was not at all how it was planned.
Eddie did nothing but smile in amusement.
He didn't mind the relaxing massage - he wouldn't have minded a full body massage either - or the silky lotion on his shoulders.
In one agile movement he got up from his seat, turned to face Steve and winked at him.
"We can speed this up and just go shower together."
Steve put on an indifferent expression and pretended he hadn't thought of it himself.
"You're welcome to do that. I'll wait here then."
Eddie pursed his lips and looked down at him theatrically offended, then wiped some of the lotion from the crook of his neck and spread it quickly and generously in Steve's hair.
Steve, with his eyes wide in shock, grabbed his hair and grimaced in disgust.
Conditioner on dry hair felt completely wrong.
"You didn't...you didn't...," he couldn't even finish his sentence, so horrified was he at the freak's audacity.
"I-I-I-I d-d-d-id." Munson stuttered playfully, grinning cheekily.
Then, pointing with his outstretched thumb behind him to the door leading to the bathroom, he performed a showy bow and asked Steve to lead the way.
"After you, my lord," he said melodiously and laughed again.
He loved to get Steve all riled up.
And Steve would still deny it on his deathbed, but he liked the title Eddie had chosen. Way too much.
"No way," Steve said harshly, pointing his head toward the shower.
"We'll just wash this crap off and that's it.," he grumbled, walking toward the oversized bathtub.
"Come here." he ordered, turning on the water that seeped out of the shower in fine rivulets.
Eddie knelt in front of the bathtub rim, sighing, and let his head hang over the edge so Steve could wash his hair.
He wasn't as gentle about it as he had been before, apparently Eddie had taken it a bit too far.
The hair wash went by quickly, too quickly to Eddie's disappointment.
As he watched Steve awkwardly try to wash his hair, he took the showerhead from his hand and murmured, "Let me help you."
Steve set to a variety of protests, but let it happen anyway.
Admittedly, Eddie's massaging motions in his hair felt damn good.
Maybe he'd better do the trial work.
Suddenly he felt his shirt getting wet. Eddie had wet it on purpose.
"You dick!" he grumbled, pulling his shirt over his head, causing a few drops from his wet hair to fly around the bathroom.
Eddie turned off the shower, crossed his arms in front of his chest again, and enjoyed the sight of a topless Steve Harrington.
He pressed his lips tightly together and nodded in approval as he admired the steely muscles.
"Not bad, Harrington. The training has paid off," he commented complimentarily.
Steve felt very warm when he saw Eddie eyeing him and liking what he saw.
"Might be good for you too," he muttered, somehow trying to contain the blossoming heat inside him.
"What?" replied Eddie, playfully offended, puffing out his cheeks as he did so.
"It's noble slimness," he defended himself with a grin.
Steve rolled his eyes for a second time. Eddie began drawing circles on Steve's chest and each touch of his fingers sent a jolt of electricity through Steve's body.
Maybe he should go for it.
Here - at his home - there was no one who could see them. On the playground and in the parking lot it was quite different.
His punishment work and the related get-togethers with Eddie had been extended anyway.
And if it meant he'd get Eddie to not say anything about the kiss..then it was worth it. Wasn't it?
Steve Harrington would be hell-bent on admitting that it wasn't that close to a punishment and that he actually enjoyed being with Eddie. Everything about it.
The annoying jokes, the backtalk, the many moments of warm laughter, and most of all: He liked it when they teased each other and it got out of hand and they became closer than they intended.
All of a sudden it felt way too long ago when he had last felt the freak's lips.
So long, in fact, that he couldn't stand it anymore.
He could barely remember what he had tasted like.
He reached for Eddie's chain and pulled him closer.
Their gazes locked, and the intense eye contact produced heat-induced goose bumps on both their arms.
" What is happening here, Harrington?" rasped Eddie to his lips.
Steve continued to look deep into his eyes, even as he finally settled his lips on Eddie's.
Eddie's reaction consisted of a sigh of pleasure because he finally got what he had wanted for a small eternity.
It still bothered him that their last kiss had ended so quickly and that he hadn't even gotten the chance to explore Steve's body.
Now he was able to take his time, running his fingertips along Steve's hip in slow motion.
When he felt the goosebumps under his fingers, he smiled under the kiss.
Steve wrapped Eddie's chain around his index finger, pulling him even closer, and opened his lips a bit to push the tip of his tongue against Eddie's lips.
Gently, just for the purpose of asking him to let him in. And Eddie gave it to him, opening his lips and connecting their tongues.
Steve Harrington could not remember ever having had such an intense french kiss. It almost felt like his entire body was responding to the kiss.
He was getting dizzy from the emphasis it was leaving.
A sensual sigh escaped him, his free-standing hand buried in Eddie's wet hair.
The coldness of the wetness was a pleasant contrast to the heat of their bodies pressing against each other.
But the fact that Eddie was still wearing his Hellfire shirt poked him bitterly. That was too much fabric between them. Too much space.
"Take your clothes off." whispered Steve demanding, and Eddie didn't hesitate for a second. He frantically pulled the shirt over his head and immediately pressed his lips back to Steve's.
He let his fingers wander over Eddie's chest, feeling the fine hairs, the mild drops of sweat on his chest, the goose bumps.
He sighed again and once more asked for the entrance of his tongue.
Their kisses grew wilder and more desirous. As if there was no time left for them.
Because Steve had ordered him to undress, Eddie was now nestling at the zipper of his pants.
When they wouldn't open right away, he growled in frustration and kept trying.
Steve tried to help him by grabbing the waistband of his pants and trying to pull them off his hips without unzipping them.
"Hold your horses there, cowboy." whispered Eddie with a grin and kept trying.
The spoken words of the freak brought Steve out of his trance-like state and like the last few times, he realized at that moment what he was actually doing here.
And that it was absolutely not okay.
What the hell had he been thinking? Again? Why couldn't he keep his lips to himself, or his damn fingers? Was he that sex-driven? Or was it because Eddie meant something to him after all.No. No, absolutely not.
Steve abruptly detached himself from Eddie, shook his head to make himself realize that there was no way he felt anything for him, and then shamefully pulled his shirt over his head.
It was still clammy, but it was better than sitting half-naked in front of Eddie.
He lowered his gaze to the floor, cleared his throat, and began to speak.
"Sorry, I don't know...sorry anyway."
Eddie looked at Steve non-comprehendingly for a while, then he put on a mocking smile, picked up his shirt, stood up and took one more look back before really disappearing.
"I like what you're doing to me, Steve. And so hidden - it makes it exciting. But I'm not a toy. Realize what this means first, Harrington."
And with that, he left. Walked out of the bathroom, out the front door, and maybe, if Steve was lucky, out of his life.
That would be luck, wouldn't it? So why did he feel so empty?
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Steddienation help a girl out. I swear I read a fic where Steve and Eddie have been hanging out and one night Steve leaves Eddie's trailer but before he does, without thinking, he just kisses Eddie and gets into his car until it ACTUALLY REGISTERS what he just did and then he goes back to Eddie's trailer and Eddie is still just standing there in shock. And Steve is just like I have no idea why I did that- my brain is so used to kissing my dates goodbye at the door?? I remember nothing else about the story, but does anyone know this fic??
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The artist of this and me are doing a bit of a collab about this tiktok, and i just wanted to share that
@steddieas-shegoes I AM VERY EXCITED
@morgodrawings THIS IS THEIR ART AND OMG ITS SO GOOD
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Dont know how to deal with the fact that there are already way more eddiexsteve fics than billyxsteve fics on ao3.
Bring out the angst yallllll.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#billy hargrove#harringrove#steve x billy#steve x eddie#stranger things#ao3#steddie
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A Cup Of Joy.
Summary: Eddie and Steve work in rival coffee shops, Steve realizes he's not all that bothered about the coffee.
Requested: @elliotnoelle - i hope you like it, i think i rambled a lot🥺
EddiexSteve
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As autumn kicked in coffee seemed to be an absolute must from people, more than normal. Which is a good job Hawkins had more than one coffee shop, it had 2, not all that much of a difference but it sure did take the load off Steve when the new one opened. Yes, Steve. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. The former Scoops Ahoy! and Family video employee, now working at a coffee shop, not that it was his calling but after being fired from family video for allowing his adopted children free movies there wasn't much choice.
"No. I CANNOT give you free juice! You remember why i was fired from Family Video right? because of you little assholes" with one hand on his hip and the other one outstretched pointing and the children in from of him. Dustin, Mike and Lucas. "Steve, buddy. It's just a juice box man." Dustin grinned from ear to ear, his braces showing. Steve ran his hands through his hair "Dustin, i swear to god. You assholes need to get out of here, if my boss catches you that'll be another job i won't have because of you little shits!" Steve motioned towards the door for them to leave. "Fine then Steve, we don't care anyway. We'll go across to Ground Up. I'm sure as shit Eddie will give us free juice. He's nicer than you" What? and sure, just as Dustin said, Steve watched them push their bikes over to Ground Up, the new coffee shop that rivaled Steve. As he watched through the window he saw the all too familiar look of shoulder length brown curls coming out from behind the counter, wearing a black apron, he watched as they exchanged hugs and Eddie passed them over juice.
"Fuckin' Munson, he just had to go and.. had to go and get a job there didn't he? Always trying to outdo me, well not this time. We have better coffee" Steve mumbled, narrowing his eyes, cup in hand and tea towel in the other.
"There's no one in here, who are you talking to Dingus?" Robin made Steve jump so hard he dropped the cup.
"Ah thanks for that Robin, That's coming outta my pay check" with a sigh he grabbed the dustpan and brush and started to brush up the ceramic.
"So, hate to break it to ya Stevie boy, buuuuut.. Their coffee is better, its so creamy and smooth. Yours is not. Your coffee is bitter Steve, bit like you really" Robin laughed at her own words, leaning against the counter.
"Thanks Robin, what are best friends for?" Steve replied, his face dead pan and tone blunt.
"Steve, look. They actually have customers." pointing across the road, Robin held in a laugh, trying to keep a straight face.
"Right! That's it, I'm going over. What has Munson got over there that i haven't?" Steve placed a sign on the door reading 'Back in 5'.
"A personality?" Robin smirked, nearly falling out of the door as Steve was shooing her out.
Steve and Robin made the short way over the street so he could see what the fuss was. His brow furrowed as the approached, seeing the sea of people inside.
"Excuse me please, coming through, Excuse ME" Robin shoved herself in between people to get through the crowd with Steve in tow because she damn well knew Steve would just stand there and not say anything till someone moved out his way.
Music was playing at just the right volume that people could hear it but also hear themselves having a conversation, a wide variety of posters stuck to the counter stating there will be live music every Saturday lunchtime, the smell of coffee was sweet and filled the air.
"Guys! Guys!" Steve rolled his eyes at the familiar voice shouting over to him and Robin, all Steve could see were two hands waving in the air at them through the crowd until he appeared, squeezing out from between two customers.
"This is mental right? Like its just coffee" Eddie shakes his head overwhelmed
"Mhm, what've you put in the coffee then Munson? Drugs was it? Why is everyone here and not at my place? Steve folded his arms across his chest
"Like i said, don't be like your coffee Steve" Robin chimed in, nudging him with her shoulder
"Hey listen man, I'm just as shocked as you are" Eddie held his hands up in defense "It's only my third day here and it's been nothing but relentless, but check it out.. i look GOOD in an apron huh?" Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at Steve making him blush, cheeks tinting a flush of pink.
"I- I need to get back to my shop, c'mon robin. You can help me close up" Steve pushes Robin towards the door
"Uh yeah, Sure. Wait before you go.. just try it?" Eddie pushes a take-out cup into Steves hand, smiling softly "Please?". As Steve grabs the cup, he avoids the gaze of Eddies big brown eyes looking at him through his eyelashes and heads back over with Robin to close up.
"See, i told you that shit was good. Didn't i?!" Robin looked smug, legs swinging, as she sat on the work top that Steve had tried to shoo her off countless times.
"I am not admitting its better than my coffee, i simply refuse to let Munson have his moment" Steve grabs a wooden brush to start sweeping up while Robin had jumped off the side to start wiping the tables, tables which had gone unused all day.
"You just admit it dingus! Whatever stupid battle you have going on with Eddie you can say he's won this one. Besides, he made you blush too, saw your lil' cheeks go pink" Steve shot a look to Robin as she grinned
"Don't be so ridiculous Robin, i did not blush. It was getting warm in there, you did see all those people right?" Steve threw a cloth at Robin and continued sweeping.
As Steve flopped onto his bed after a particularly easy but annoying day he recalled over the events. Eddie had in fact made him blush, Steves cheeks tinted pink again just thinking about it. Dammit. He hated to admit it but Eddie did look good wearing an apron.
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Turning around the open sign on the door, Steve looked over at a queue already beginning to form across the street. Placing his hands on his hips he huffed, eyes scanning over the shop stopping at Eddie behind the window who was frantically waving at Steve, grinning. Steve gave a nod and held up a hand and head inside to stand behind the counter, ready to serve absolutely nobody.
Lunchtime fast approached and Steve had served one lady, well, in fact she came in to use the toilet and requested a glass of tap water, which was free. Leaning on the counter, chin resting on his knuckles, he looked out the window over to Ground Up. Eddie was absolutely rushed off his feet and Steve felt a little guilty, he thought about running over to help but by the time he'd argued with himself if it was a good idea, he saw Eddie collapsing down into a chair, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
"Hey, how's the most shittest coffee in Hawkins?" Steve had found himself stood at the counter of the rivaling coffee shop, he'd decided to lock up shop early, not much earlier than normal, and head over. Not like he had much business anyway.
"Harrington, You talk shit" Eddie glanced over from his shoulder, he was bent over placing some cups on a bottom shelf. Between his trousers looking particularly tight around his ass as he bent over and the apron pulling in his waist, Steves mouth went dry and something was stirring.
"I- It was busy earlier huh? I saw through the window" Steves eyes quickly moved from where they were staring when Eddie stood up facing him.
"Spying on me now are you Harrington? Can you not keep your eyes off me? It's the apron isn't it?" Eddie winked causing Steve to shift on the spot embarrassed
"No, N-No. I was, I was just.. There was a this leaf and a bird, and, and the bird was chasing the leaf and.." Steve get it together you're rambling on, he thought to himself.
"Ah my two favorite shit-heads" Robin bounced through the door, knocking a stool over in her more than hyper mood. Steve couldn't have thanked Robin for interrupting at a better time.
As you all chatted, time passed and it was time for Eddie to close up. Steve and Robin gave him a hand and waited as they'd decided to grab a pizza on the way home and Eddie had offered to drop them off.
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Waking up on what was finally his day off Steve already missed the frantic waves of Eddie across the street in a morning, he always had a massive grin on his face as he did so. Steve didn't know why but he just really needed to see Eddie, he'd never laughed this much around someone, not even with Robin. There was a fuzzy feeling in Steves chest every time he saw Eddie and he craved that feeling again. A stirring in Steves pants knocked him from his thoughts, that's just morning wood surely? No reason behind it.
Steve stood in the queue waiting to go inside Ground Up, why his hands were clammy he'd no idea, it was a brisk autumn day. Wiping them down the front of his jeans he finally got into the coffee shop and sat on a stool.
"I'll be with you in a min hot stuff" Eddie called over to Steve while taking a tray of mugs over to a table, Steve adjusted himself in his seat, there was that fuzzy feeling again. As the morning rush died down just before the lunchtime rush hit, Eddie had a bit of free time and plonked himself down next to a very flustered Steve.
"Why'd ya come down on your day off? Can't you get enough of me big boy?" Eddie grinned and Steves cheeks hit that pink color, which was very noticeable.
"Well, I-. Uhm.. I just wanted a coffee. Y'know? That shit coffee you sell is kinda addictive" Steve avoided eye contact because he knew looking into Eddies eyes would set off that feeling.
"Harrington, you needa stop calling it shit sweetheart. You know it's a winner and i wanna hear your dirty little mouth admit it" Steves eyes widened at what Eddie just said. Eddie jumped down from the stool and walked round the counter to make Steve a coffee.
"What? sorry i didn't catch that last bit" Steve rubbed his arm trying to ignore the fact that when Eddie said that it made his dick jump.
"I said you gotta stop calling my coffee shit, sweetheart. you know it's the best you've had and i wanna hear your dirty. little. mouth admit it" Eddie sported a shit-eating grin, Steve swallowed the lump in his throat. All the blood rushing from his head and straight to his dick.
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"Steve don't be a god damn baby. You gotta tell him, you've felt like this for weeks now and it's kinda bugging me you've done nothing about it." Robin huffed as she took another sip of coffee "And ask him what coffee they use cos this? It's still bitter." She stuck her tongue out pulling a disgusted face
"No, No, No. Not a chance, What? I walk right up to him and say 'Oh hi Eddie, just wanted to tell you i fell in love with you weeks ago. thanks, bye.'" Steve looked defeated as he rested his head on his hand, staring out the window across to the rivaling coffee shop.
For weeks now Steve had been making any excuse possible to go over there, closing up early, pretending he was interested in the coffee and what cups they used. When in reality, he soon figured out that he'd fallen in love with the metalhead who worked at the coffee shop across from his.
"Steve i swear to god if you don't tell him i will, I'm sick of you looking like a kicked puppy, you're no fun" Robin shoved his arm, making his head slip off his hand.
"Oh well I'm SO sorry my love life is an inconvenience to you little Miss; I can't ask Vickie out because I'm soooo scared" Steve said sitting up in the chair and folding his arms across his chest, suddenly coming to the realization.. "Robin.." Steves voice quiet "Uhm, I- I'm male, Eddie, he's uh, he's into girls"
"Steve, are you serious?" Robin exhaled a snorting laugh "Steve i can bet on your hair he's not just into the ladies" Robin emphasized on ladies, she laughed patting Steves shoulder.
Steve paced round his bedroom all that night, hands in his hair then hands on his hips and then back to his hair again, changing the same two positions and he flapped about what robin said, to come clean about his feelings to Eddie. Steve had another day off tomorrow and he'd previously told Eddie he'd help him out with his shift as Saturday afternoons got pretty busy with whatever live band was performing this week, but Steve didn't care about that. He just wanted to see Eddie again, he needed to, because tomorrow, he was going to tell him.
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The music from the band filled the coffee shop and Steve offered his help to Eddie like he promised he would, 3-4 people occupied each table and business was thriving. Steve couldn't help feel a little jealous that it wasn't his shop but seeing Eddie beaming with a smile was more than enough for Steve to forget all about the rivalry between the shops.
"Harrington, table 7. Did they get their order?" Eddie reached for a cup the same time as Steve making their hands brush together, the contact made shivers travel down Steves spine
"If you wanna hold my hand Harrington, you just gotta ask" Eddie chuckled as he grabbed another cup and poured coffee, Steves cheeks burned crimson.
"What a day huh? Thanks for all your help Stevie boy. I couldn't have done it without you" Eddie flipped the open sign to closed and head towards the back "C'mon, we're not done quite yet. Stock check"
"So we just needa check all the dates and then cou- yeah you already know, You work in one too" Eddie laughed walking into the stock room with Steve following closely behind "Just watch for the.." as Steve closed the door behind him, Eddie yelled "..THE DOOR" Steve pulled the handle but it wouldn't budge
"The door locks from the outside man" Eddie rubbed his hands over his face "We're stuck, nice one Harrington. You idiot" Eddie snapped
"Hey! If you'd have said BEFORE i closed it, i wouldn't have shut it, would i? Asshole." Steve fired back, Eddie shook his head annoyed and grabbed the clipboard from the back of the door "Just start over there. Harrington." Eddie said in a very blunt tone. They both worked their way around the shelves which passed a bit of time.
Shouting's of 'help' and 'is anyone there' failed to attract any attention whatsoever so both of them resorted to sitting on the floor, backs against the door. The awkward silence for over an hour was too much to bare, This was the perfect opportunity for Steve to confess to Eddie about how he felt.
"Hey, uhm.. Munson? I- I- There's erm-." Steve was cut off by Eddie letting out a big sigh
"I'm sorry i snapped at you man, that was pretty shitty of me right?" Eddie ran his hands through his hair "We're gonna be stuck here for fuckin' hours man"
"Eddie, I-" Steve was yet again interrupted by Eddie rambling on
"See i love working here, but it just gets so busy y'know? Like i get so many tips, which I've been saving. Hoping to get Wayne the new cap he's been wanting" Eddie laughed to himself "It'll end up on the trailer wall but it's the thought that matters, or something li-."
"Munson will you just shut up! Jesus." Steve exhaled some air from his nose clearly agitated about being cut off twice
"Alright, jeez man." Eddie held his hands up "Was just saying i wanted to save up for a new cap fo-" This time Eddie was cut off by Steve, there were no words, just Steves lips on Eddies. Eddie pulled away and looked straight into Steves eyes which were filled with worry, not knowing if Eddie was going to hit him or curse him.
"Harrington, Wh-What.." Steve placed a finger on Eddies lips to shush him
"It's my turn to speak, Munson" Steve inhaled a big breath, he moved himself so he was sat directly in front of Eddie and it all came pouring out "Listen to me, okay? You annoy the fuck outta me Munson but I'm in love with you. I love you every second of the day and I've never loved anyone as i love you. You are on my god damn mind every waking moment. I know it all sounds very strange and sudden but I'm certain of it." Steve scrunched his eyes shut, realizing he'd just blatantly fucked the friendship.
"Harrington.." Eddies voice quiet and soft, Steve still had his eyes closed, head tilted towards the floor "Steve look at me" Eddie placed one finger under Steves chin, tilting his head up to look at him and Steve slowly opened one eye, the other one still scrunched up
"What took you so long, sweetheart? I've been flirting with you for like weeks" A shit-eating grin spread across eddies face and Steves lips parted as his mouth fell open, Eddie couldn't resist seeing Steves plump lips vulnerable and bare like that and with a swift lick of his own they soon crashed down on Steves.
Moans of pleasure, needing and want filled the silence of the stock room, tongues writhing around into each others mouths as Steves hands explored Eddies torso. Steve pulled back breathless, a string of saliva breaking between them. Steves eyes as dark as the night sky, Eddie resorted to latching onto Steves neck at the loss of contact of lips, a moan dragged from Steves throat.
Unbeknownst to Steve and Eddie, Robin had been calling out for them for the past 5 minutes after Steve had failed to meet her after helping Eddie with the shift. A clatter in the store room attracted her attention and she pressed an ear to the door, the faint voices of something about an' apron' and 'keep it on' heard from Steve.
"I knew i called you big boy for a reason"
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I'm not too happy with this, I've got the worst block EVER!!!
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