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Steve and Robin are very physically affectionate. It's part of their friendship, Eddie supposes, for them to be all over each other. He knows it's not romantic. He and Robin have already come out to each other, there's nothing to worry about there...
But Eddie has started to wonder if that physical affection is restricted to Robin. He's started to wonder if he'd be allowed to be like that with Steve. He's started to wonder if it would mean the same thing.
He decides there's only one way to find out. He decides to just... go for it. Slowly. He hopes it leads to good things.
When they next sit down to watch a movie in Eddies trailer, he doesn't go for the single chair, tells Robin and Steve to shift. It's a squeeze, but they all fit. Steve is squished between him and Robin but, if anything, he looks very happy.
He starts sitting closer after that, pressing fully against him. He never looks bothered, doesn't even acknowledge it happening outside of the occasional smile sent his way.
So Eddie ups the ante. He starts touching his back, as casually as he can- the first time, he puts a hand on his lower back, gently pushing him forward so Eddie can squeeze past. Sometimes he'll pat him on the back. Usually, he'd let his hand rest on Steves back when he's leaning close.
But, again, Steve doesn't react much. Sometimes Eddie will catch him smiling to himself, sometimes will feel him leaning back into the contact. So it's more than ok. But Eddie kind of wants to see Steve react...
He puts a hand on Steves thigh one day. The opportunity was perfect- Robin is on the other side of the room and Steve, sitting next to him, blocks his view. So he shifts, leaning forward, using Steves thigh as leverage.
Steve goes a little pink, but still... no real reaction.
Eddie keeps getting more touchy. To the point where no one bats an eye at Eddie being just as all over Steve as Robin is. Yet, aside from blushing a little more, Steve doesn't react.
Eddie isn't sure why he wants Steve to react, isn't sure how he wants him to react. He just knows that something will happen if he starts pushing and he's too curious to see what it is to stop now.
In the end, it's the smallest thing that finally makes him crack.
Eddie had come into the kitchen, finding Steve in the middle of doing the dishes. He'd snorted when he noticed a loose strand of hair hanging loose, Steve struggling to push it back without using his wet, soapy hands.
So Eddie stepped forward without thinking, gently brushing the hair back, taking a moment to brush through his hair and making sure it's sat right, how he usually styles.
"Oh, you fucking..." Steve muttered. He narrowed his eyes, almost glaring. "I don't know if you're just trying to be friends, but if that's all you want then you need to tell me, right now, because otherwise I'm going to kiss you."
Eddie blinks, stunned. "Your gonna what?"
But Steve takes that as an answer. Which then gives Eddie his; that type of physical affection is restricted to Robin. It means something very different with Eddie.
Later, curled up in bed with him, Eddie knows he's definitely found a good thing. He decides that he's not going to let go, not unless Steve wants him to.
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Steve hates mixtapes, always has. He's made some for girls before, went all out, spent hours making them. But he doesn't get it. He doesn't understand why people like them so much, why people think the effort is worth it.
He remembers how those girls had smiled when he'd given them the mixtapes, remembers how sweet they'd been on him after, how they kept talking about it. Even though it's just some songs he thought they might like. He was never sure how to make any of them romantic, didn't know if they expected any input from him between the songs. He's pretty sure he'll never really get it, but…
He wants to make one for Eddie.
Eddie has been trying so hard to get him to like metal or rock or anything 'alternative'. And Steve doesn't know how to explain what he does or doesn't like, doesn't know how to explain why he likes Sabbath Bloody Sabbath but can't stand T.N.T.
He's tried to explain it. Tried to sit down with Eddie and explain that there is a happy medium betweent he ones too loud and the ones that are just… boring. And Eddie tries to listen, is so clearly trying.
But Steve can't explain it, doesn't know how to. Not without sounding like an idiot, anyway. Telling Eddie that a lot of AC/DC songs don't have enough going on to make his ears feel happy would ruin whatever thing the two of them have going on.
Which is why he's sat on the floor, desperately looking through the tapes Eddie has been forcefully lending him, trying to find the right songs for a mixtape. If he can't explain it to Eddie, maybe he can show him instead.
He refuses to acknowledge to odd bubbling excitement building in his stomach. Eddie is his friend, this isn't romantic. Eddie wants to show him his music, wants to share something he enjoys, there's nothing for Steve to be getting so worked up over. For all he knows, Eddie is straight.
It takes him three weeks to make the mixtape.
"Eddie!" Steve jogs to catch up with him. It's the third time they've run into each other by accident, outside of the kids or Robin. It's the first time that Steves had the mixtape in his pocket, ready.
"Hey Steve," he raises an eyebrow. "What's got you in such a good mood?"
"Day off," Steve lies. "And I'm done with the shit I need to do. Uh, anyway, I have- I mean, it's not… fuck. Ok, here, just…" He awkwardly holds the mixtape out, shifting when Eddie carefully takes it, like it's something precious. "It's, uh… I know you've been, like, struggling to figure out what metal songs I'm into or whatever so… these are the, uh, type. Things. I guess."
Eddie is smiling, small and soft. He hasn't looked up from the track list since he turned it over.
"I'm already noticing a theme." His voice is so gentle, almost adoring, that Steve feels his face heating up. It's only worse when Eddie looks up, turning that smile directly on him. "Thanks Steve."
"Uh, yeah, no worries?" Steve bites at his nail.
"I hope you know that I'm making you one," Eddie raises an eyebrow, smirking. He slowly starts walking around him. "After I'm done with this shelf for Wayne, I'm making you one. I'm gonna rock your world, Harrington."
Steve laughs a little, hopes it doesn't sound as awkward to Eddie as it does to him. "Look forward to it."
Eddie gives him a two finger salute, turning to walk a little faster to his van.
Steve waits until he turns a corner, looking around to make sure no one can see him and doing a little fist pump.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve x eddie#ficlet#steddie fic#technically??#had no idea how to wrap this up but it was meant to go on longer than this. writers block bb#fluffifc
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Eddie likes to flirt with people... Correction; Eddie likes to flirt with cute boys.
Steve Harrington just so happens to be a cute boy. And he isn't shoving Eddie away when he gets playful, or when he gets way too far into his personal space. Steve pushes back into his.
So Eddie tried flirting with him. Just once. Just one line. It was supposed to be playful, a little testing of the waters. It wasn't supposed to mean anything.
But Steve had blushed so pretty. Such a soft, baby pink tint warming his cheeks. A soft smile to match and eyes that started to dart around, nervous.
Eddie blinked, surprised to find his fingers gently brushing against Steve's cheeks, feeling the warmth blooming his skin a darker red. Steve was looking at him with eyes so wide, shining and almost... hopeful.
Eddie was sure that he was just seeing what he wanted. Steve was probably just confused but... he blushed so pretty.
Eddie let his fingers slide down his skin, a gentle brush, so he could grip his chin. He didn't hold tight, just enough for Steve to feel that he wanted him still.
Eddie leant forward, gently pulling Steve to meet him halfway with the grip on his chin. And Eddie stayed there for a moment, letting it sink in for both of them that Eddie really did that. Eddie really kissed him. Eddie was leaving it to Steve to react.
Steve had pressed back, just a little, just enough to encourage Eddie to continue. As soon as Eddie really started to kiss him, slow and coaxing Steve to let him in, Steve simply sighed. Sounding so content.
When they finally pulled away from eachother, Steve's lips were red and slightly swollen, especially his lower lip from the nips Eddie gave him. His cheeks were still that pretty shade of pink.
"Eddie," Steve breathed. Leaning forward to press their foreheads together. He somehow managed to make his name sound like a prayer. Like it meant so much more than him.
Fuck, Eddie realizes; he already loves him.
"I'm going to keep you."
And Steve smiled, lifted his head slightly to give him a look with hooded eyes. "Good."
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Eddie shows his affection in a sort of aggressive way, which isn't surprising considering everything else he has going on. Dustin wasn't surprised when Eddie started shoving him a little when they started to actually become friends, wasn't surprised when he started ruffling his hair the way Steve does- but a little rougher.
But he is surprised to see the different way his affection comes out with different people.
With him and the other "little sheep", he pushes. It's a rough gesture of affection, but it's considerably gentle. A little shove, pushing them around a little. It's playful.
But with Nancy and Robin, it's crushing hugs. He'll throw his arm over their shoulders, pull them close enough that they'll wince and shove him off them. He just laughs, increasingly familiar with the response, but continuing to hug the same anyway. He grows to expect the shoves, trying to squeeze them and duck out of the way before they can. It's like a game.
Will and Jonathan both like their space- with most people anyway. Eddie respects that. His affection with them is more... kicking. Nudging them with his feet, trying to wiggle his toes under their legs, pressing cold feet up their pants in the winter.
It's like he's trying to play with them, an overexcited puppy, but keeps forgetting his own strength. And Dustin loves that... usually.
With Steve it's... different.
A lot of the gestures are the same. A hand in his hair, manhandling, tight hugs... but they linger. It looks more like he's brushing his fingers through Steves hair, his hugs never leave Steve wincing- rather, looking happy and content.
It's the way he manhandles him that first clued Dustin in.
The first time, Eddie had grabbed Steve by his belt and tugged him around until he was stood by his chair. It wasn't rough or pushing though. It was tugging, a coaxing pull, leading him to his place. It wasn't playful. It was careful.
The second time was worse. Steve had been standing back a little, squinting to see the board. Eddie had curled an arm around his waist, tugging him a few steps forward so he could see better. But his hand stayed there, lingering on his hip. It wasn't until Eddie noticed Dustin staring that he pulled away, blushing.
The third time had Dustin rethinking his assumptions about Steve.
Because he's always been a bit... particular. And if he doesn't want to do something, he won't. It takes a lot of bullying and peer pressure. Even then, he probably wanted to do it in the first place or he's given no choice.
But it makes Dustin suspicious when Eddie pulls at Steve, tugging until he lays on his side. He spends the rest of the movies time with his head in Eddies lap, falling asleep with his fingers brushing through his hair. Eddie kept looking down at him, smiling, the whole time. Steves little smile looked just as soft.
When they finally come out, finally tell everyone that they're dating, Dustin is relieved.
"Oh thank fuck," Dustin mutters, pressing the heel of his hands to his eyes.
"Excuse me?" Eddie asks, incredulous.
"If I had to watch you dancing around Steve like a peacock one more time, I was going to lose my mind."
"What? Hey- that- I wasn't-"
"You were," Robin cuts in with a tight smile. "It was really obvious."
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Steve gently slaps her arm.
"I thought you were straight, dingus!"
"You honestly thought Steve is straight?" Eddie snorts.
His hand curls around him, just the same as before, pulling him close with his hand lingering on his hip. But, this time, he rubs his hand up and down his side. It looks like he's trying to pet Steve the way he would a dog, but Steve is smiling, leaning into him.
It makes the real horror of the situation truly dawn on Dustin. He realizes, slowly, that they must have been hiding whatever thing they had for a while. They must have been holding back.
They're going to be more affectionate than ever, Dustin realizes. And, as happy as he is to see them both so happy and relaxed and in love, he wants to gag at the thought of them being so openly affectionate all the time.
He just hopes they won't be as bad as Steve was with Nancy- he'd only seen them from a distance and that had been bad enough.
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Steve is a heavy sleeper. The only time he's easy to wake up is when he's already on high alert- sometimes from everyday stress but usually because of the Upside Down. But if he goes to sleep feeling safe, content, it's near impossible to wake him before he's ready to wake up.
Eddie finds this out the hard way.
He wakes up with Steve wrapped tight around him, half on top of him, it's such a lovely change. Especially because of the nightmares. Nightmares that, with Steve beside him, he hadn't had.
But Steve won't move, no matter how much Eddie tries to wake him up. He quickly stops trying to be gentle, shaking him a little too hard.
Steve grumbles, snuggling closer, holding on a little tighter.
"For fucks sake," Eddie hisses. "Come on, Steve, I need to piss. Hey. Steve! Come on, man!"
Eddie eventually shoves Steve onto his back, jumping onto his feet. He almost winces, almost feels guilty for being too rough- but Steve turns back over, curls into the spot Eddie abandoned, still not waking up.
Steve has the nerve, later that morning when he finally wakes up, to look annoyed.
"How long have you been up?"
Eddie squints at the clock. "Like, half an hour? Ish?"
Steve grumbles, tucking himself into Eddies side, arms curling around his waist. "You could've stayed in bed."
"Aw, did you miss me?"
"Well, yeah, obviously."
Oh.
It's too early for Eddie to really process that, files it away for later. It'd just ruin the moment anyway, and it's a nice moment. Steve tucks his face into Eddies nice, pressed so tight it feels like he wants to crawl under Eddies skin and stay there.
That should be a gross mental image, Eddie realizes. But he kind of likes the idea. Keeping Steve hidden away, happy and safe, where nothing can hurt him again...
It's nice, Eddie decides. As smothering as it is, knowing Steve feels safe enough to sleep so deeply, it's nice.
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Eddie is high. He isn't sure he's ever been as high as he currently is, though he just wants to get even more high.
The stress of the Upside Down, being charged for murder, almost dying, being arrested only to be released because he isn't being charged for muder, everyone still thinking he's a murderer, but with the added twist of thinking he caused the earthquake/Vecna opening the gates, having to go back to fight Vecna again…
Eddie hasn't been able to relax at all, which is why he's currently getting stoned out of his mind. He's pointedly ignoring the concern Steve has been aiming at him, trying to act like he can't hear him when he repeatedly asks if it's safe for Eddie to be having that much, or mixing what he is.
He risks glancing over at him. He ends up staring. Which isn't surprising, Steve has always been magnetic to Eddie. He currently sees no reason to pretend like he isn't staring though, offering a smile when Steve catches him. Eddie smiles wider when Steve blushes. It's sweet, a pretty look on him.
He's reaching out without meaning too, surprising himself when he spots his hand brushing Steves cheek. His skin is smoother than he expected. Steve looks frozen, confused. But Eddie has already started touching him, doesn't see any reason to stop now.
"You're really pretty," Eddies voice is hushed.
His fingers trace the growing pink on his cheeks, following the blush up his cheekbones until he's cupping his cheek. Gently rubs his thumb across his cheek, feeling the warmth. It matches the lovely warmth in his chest.
"So, so… so pretty. Pretty boy." Eddie moves his hands to his hair, gently brushing his fingers through it so he doesn't mess it up. It looks great, it's soft, losing none of its bounce under the attention. "You're perfect, huh. Perfect, pretty boy."
"Ok," Steve clears his throat. "You've definitely had enough. I thought you had a better tolerance than this."
"Nooo," Eddie whines when Steve gets up, starts putting his weed and shit back where he'd pulled it out from, packing it up neatly.
"Stevie, come back, I was having a moment."
Steve barks out a laugh, looking round at him with a raised eyebrow. "Sure, yeah, you were."
"Please come back?" Eddie gives him best attempt at puppy dog eyes, tilting his head a little and outstretching his arms, making grabby hands at him. "I jus' wanna cuddle."
Steve sighs, trying to act like it's a chore. But, as soon as he's within range, Eddie grabs him and yanks him down. He yelps, landing half in Eddies lap, flushing. Eddie just wraps his arms around him, humming happily, gently rubbing Steves back.
"Needy," Steve mutters. He doesn't sound as angry as he aims for and, even if he did, it's immediately undermined by how he relaxes. How he curls up more against Eddie, tucking his face into his neck.
"This is nice," Eddie smiles. "We should do this more."
"What, cuddle?"
"Noooo, hang out! You're like, super cool now, Stevie. Not like high school, like actually cool. It's so great to- to, like, see that!"
"Thanks Eddie."
They stay like that for the rest of the night- even when Steve gets up to put a movie on, goes straight back to that spot and lets Eddie pull him back down. He just hopes that Eddie doesn't regret being so physically affectionate once he sobers up.
But, when morning does come, Eddie flushes when he realizes that they're still curled up together on the couch. That they'd fallen asleep like that and, not only have they ended up more tangled up together, but Steve has somehow ended up completely on top of him.
When Steve yawns, lifts his head, he beams at him. He looks so bright and happy. It makes Eddies heart skip a beat, both with the almost painful amount of affection but also with hope- that maybe Steve, at the very least, wants to be close friends.
Although, Eddie slowly realizes, that doesn't explain the blush. He's seen people drape themselves all over Steve and he never blushes or get embarrassed. Maybe there is hope after all.
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Steve loves the rain. He just doesn't like being in the rain. He loves how it sounds, something about it is so calming, and the smell of wet grass that always filters through his windows, from the woods behind his house? He'd bottle it if he could.
Sometimes he sits on the floor, the backdoor open, a blanket wrapped around him and just... listening.
So, when Eddie insisted that their first date shouldn't be some romantic dinner or some other stereotype, that it should be something that means something to Steve? The rain is the first thing he thinks of to share.
He makes a little picnic, watches the weather forecast so carefully, finds blankets and pillows and buys a battery powered 'candle'. He makes a little nest by his backdoor, soft and warm. He makes sure to get his thickest, softest blankets and even lays extra ones down just in case.
Eddie had been worried when Steve asked him over for their date, tries warning him that it is going to rain. Steve brushes him off, insists. He doesn't explain anything, knows it sounds stupid.
It starts raining seconds after Eddie arrives. It's the most perfect timing Steve could dream of, decides to take it as some sort of sign, and leads Eddie to the backdoor.
"Oh, Steve," Eddie sounds a little sad when he sees the little nest of pillows. "We can have a picnic another day, we don't need to rush this or-"
"No! No, uh, that's not... it's um..." Steve rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "The rain. It's just... you said you wanted to do something that means something to me. Uh, this is... this is the most, like, important thing there is."
Eddie blinks, looking between him and the blankets. "Ok... so, how do we do this?"
Steve still feels a little embarrassed, even as he leads by example and curls up in a blanket on the pillows. Eddie settles down next to him the same, just as the rain starts to pick up.
Eddie looks out, towards the woods, head tilted. "Hm... it does look pretty."
Steve follows his eyes. The sun is starting to peak out from behind the clouds, the mix of rain water and small streams of sunlight making the woods look more magical than the rain usually does.
"Yeah," Steve breathes. He glances at Eddie, flushing when he sees that Eddie is already staring at him with a soft smile. "It's just... comforting. The noise and... yeah. It's nice."
"It is," Eddie shifts so he can press their sides together. "Thanks for sharing this with me."
It doesn't go the way Steve expected their first date to go.
With how loud and playful Eddie is, even in their flirting and how they got together, he expected the same during a date. He's almost certain that it would be, if they went to a restaurant.
But, sat listening to the rain, Eddie is... soft. Loving. He keeps giving Steve adoring looks and slipping in comments about how much he appreciates Steve sharing this thing with him. He doesn't shy away from anything cheesy or silly, saying them so lovingly and looking at Steve like he hung the moon.
As the night draws to an end and they have to close the door, Steve has to ask; "so, you like the rain too?"
Eddie laughs, like the question is ridiculous. "God no, I hate the rain. The worst thing nature has ever invented."
"Oh," Steve frowns, confused. "You seemed to enjoy this though?"
"I enjoy you." Eddie shrugs.
Steve stares at him for a moment, heart speeding up to an almost aching degree. All he can manage is a quiet, "oh".
Eddie smiles, soft with his eyes crinkling, kisses his cheek. "Let me know when you want to do this again. It's lovely seeing you so content."
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Eddie watches Steve, eyebrows raised and hands on his hips. He’s waiting, impatiently, for Steve to take him up on his offer. The amount of mess the kids made is absurd, there’s way too much for Steve to clean up himself and the way he’s cleaning- he’s just making it harder on himself.
But he laughed, tried waving Eddie away when he offered to help. Even though Eddie tried to insist.
Half the mess is Eddies after all. He’d seen how messy everyone else was being and assumed that they’d all be cleaning up after themselves before leaving. But the kids had made a hasty retreat, leaving all their mess behind. Even Nancy and Jonathan and Joyce hurried out without even offering to help.
Robin watches Eddie, smirking, eating popcorn.
Eddie points at her, extending his arm fully. “Don’t you laugh at me! Sitting there, useless!”
“She knows better,” Steve mutters.
Eddie narrows his eyes, biting back a comment. Steves black bin bag is full, so he ties it and treks out the back door. He’s barely made a dent.
“Let him clean,” Robin sounds serious. The teasing smirk is gone, as well as the ease. She’s glaring at him. “It might seem stupid to you, but it helps him. Stop making a big deal out of it. He’s alright now but if you keep pushing-”
She falls silent, head tilting. The back door clicks shut a second later, Steve reappearing.
“You really don’t want any help?” Eddie has to clarify.
“I really don’t.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, huffing, but he flops down next to Robin on the sofa. He notices the pleased little smile that Steve tries to hide.
“He likes to feel useful,” Robin whispers, once she shifts closer. “That and the whole… domestic and normal thing. It’s a routine at this point.”
Eddie hums. He doesn’t really understand it but, paying closer attention, he can see the tension slowly leaving Steves shoulders the longer he cleans. He only really talks in order to encourage him and Robin, content to simply listen. Eddie does too, watching Steve closely.
Robin leaves on her own, wants to walk home, get some fresh air, loves the autumn chill.
It leaves Eddie alone with Steve, who is just finishing with the cleaning. He flops down next to Eddie, taking Robins spot. He looks tired, relaxed. Content.
“Better?” Eddie has to ask.
“Yeah,” he mumbles. He looks ready to fall asleep. “Great day. Busy. Loud.”
Eddie looks at him for a moment, debates whether he should ask questions or leave it be… but; “you look happy.”
Steve turn to him, smiling, a hand coming up as though he’s surprised at his own expression. “I am.”
“Looks good on you.”
“Shut up,” he gently slaps Eddies chest. He closes his eyes for a moment, long enough that Eddie wonders if he’s fallen asleep. “You wanna stay the night?”
“You want me to?”
“Yeah. Please.”
“Ok.” Eddie stretches. “Where do you keep your blankets?”
Steve blinks his eyes open so he can frown at Eddie. “What? No, just… stay with me. Plenty of room.”
“Wh- in your bed?”
Steve nods, swaying a little when he stands up. “You can stay here if you want. My beds more comfy though.”
He extends his hand towards Eddie, tilting his head so his can almost look up at him through his lashes, eyes wide and sad.
It’s impossible to say no to. He grabs Steves hand.
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Steve has spent so many days and so much cash on this. Searching for every little thing, needing everything to be right. Setting it up had taken hours too. He had to take a shower once he was done because he'd started sweating. But in the end, it's worth it.
See, Eddie loves Halloween. He loves little spooky things. But he also likes the cuter spooky things. Cartoon bats with sad, puppy-dog eyes. The pale reds and soft lights. Not that he'd ever admit that.
But here, alone, in Steve's house? Well, anyone would think that it's just Steve liking those things. No one would look at the soft silk spider webs with little hearts woven in and think, "Eddie Munson was the one who saw those and started tearing up!"
The entirety of Steve's house, downstairs, is fully decorated with those types of things. He even found little lights- kind of like fairy lights but in the shape of spiders and bats, a soft, dim glow to them. The way they light up the room feels almost... romantic.
Steve squeezes out the front door as soon as he hears the familiar rumble of Eddie's van, grinning at the suspicious look he gets when he pointedly holds the door shut.
"Close your eyes," Steve quickly says before he can ask. "Please?"
Eddie squints at him for a moment. He shakes his head, looking amused. "If you kill me now, Harrington, I'm going to be very upset."
He does close his eyes though, making a show of covering his eyes with his hands.
"Don't look yet," Steve warns.
He ignores Eddie's muttered threats, propping the door open before gently guiding him just past the threshold so he can shut the door behind him.
"Ok, now you can look." Steve steps carefully to the side so he isn't in the way but can still see his reaction.
Eddie dramatically throws his hands away from his face, but then freezes. His face falls blank for a moment, eyes slowly getting a little wide as he takes the hall in. His eyes dart around like he can't decide what to look at first.
He moves through to the living room almost on autopilot, face still blank as he looks over everything. It's the same when he moves into the kitchen, when he looks out into the back yard.
Steve shifts, feeling suddenly unsure with how still Eddie has gotten. "Do you like it?"
Eddie turns, blinking at him. "Do I like it? Steve, are you- did you- all of this? For... fuck. Steve."
"That a yes?" Steve tries to smile.
"Oh for- of course it's a yes," Eddie laughs, finally grinning, though he keeps looking back around him in disbelief. "Did you... I mean... you didn't do all of this just for me, right?"
"So what if I did?"
"Fuck you," Eddie grins wider though. He steps forward to cup Steve's face in both of his hands, staring at him with awe. "Fuck you, so hard, Jesus Christ Steve."
"Did I miss anything? I know you didn't say anything about-"
Eddie kisses him to shut him up.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#ficlet#idk what this is lmao I just got a little soft#fluffifc
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Steve insisted on staying in Eddies hospital room. He'd only left to use the hospital showers, changing into some of the hospital scrubs that a nurse offered him. He refused to leave, even though it was more difficult to sew his sides back together. The nurse had made sure to scold him every time he so much as hissed at the pain.
He hadn't wanted Eddie to be alone.
That was his excuse anyway. It was more that he was terrified the police would try to arrest him, despite the feds or whoever doing everything they can to clear his name. They'd put together a water tight lie, a near perfect alibi.
Steve didn't trust any of them. And after seeing Eddie, eyes glassy, not breathing… after performing CPR for so long, so hard, that he'd broken ribs… Steve couldn't stand the idea of someone coming in and taking him away when no one is there to stop them.
Eddie doesn't wake up for a week. Dustin hadn't been sure how long it had taken for Steve to get to them, or how long it took for the CPR to resuscitate him. The doctors had made sure they all understood that Eddie might still have some brain damage. They had no way of telling with him still unconscious.
Steve is stretching, just woken up to the now familiar ache in his sides that are surely signs of his bites healing wrong, when he looks over to Eddie and sees his eyes open.
"Eddie?" Steve blinks. Then, it hits him. "Eddie! You're awake! Are you ok? What do you remember?"
"Steve?" Eddie's voice is more of a croak.
Steve quickly grabs the cup of water on the side with a straw in that he'd set up just in case. He holds it up, gently pushing Eddies arms down when he tries to reach for it himself. "Don't, let me, you'll pull your stitches."
"What happened?" Eddie asks, once he's drank the whole thing.
"Too much to explain right now, but... when we got back to you and and Dustin, you- you were..." Steve clears his throat, grips the bars on the side of Eddies hospital bed. "Sorry, by the way. I kinda broke your ribs while doing the whole CPR thing."
"Oh. So I did die?"
"Technically. But that's something you'll have to talk to Dustin about. Kids really torn up."
Eddie winces, has the decency to look ashamed. "Sorry. I didn't think it would... doesn't matter now. Uh, how's Max?"
"Complicated. But she's alive, just about."
"So it worked?"
Steve hesitated, hated that Eddie looked so hopeful. But he'd find out sooner or later.
"No. He's still alive, somewhere. The gates are open, a lot of houses and shit around town are destroyed... we don't know how she came back, but Max did die. She's still in a coma. They don't think she'll wake up." His voice cracks, throat tight at the memory of Max in her hospital bed, covered in casts.
"Oh, Steve," Eddie whispers. Horrifyingly, he doesn't look scared- he looks sympathetic. He shifts, best he can, patting his bed. "Sit down, man. How long have you been here?"
"Uh, right," Steve mutters, awkwardly perching on the little space. "I haven't really... left."
"Ok... so, how long have we been here?"
"A week."
Steves glances over when Eddie pulls his hand up, so he can comfortably hold it between both of his own. He eyes Steve, looking a little confused, like he's trying to solve a puzzle.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you stay? I'd understand a few days, but... a week?"
Steve looks down to their hands. Eddies hands look wrong without their rings. "I wanted to."
"Why?" Eddie waits a long moment, but Steves throat feels too tight to answer. Eddie huffs, looks a little amused. "Alright, Harrington. Not today. But I expect an answer one day. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Great. I'm going back to sleep." Eddie doesn't let go of his hand though- actually pulls him back when he tried to pull away. "Ah, not so fast. I don't see any beds in here. You look as tired as I feel. Lay down."
"But your stitches-"
"Will be fine. Come on."
Steve glances towards the door, nurses bustling past their room. But, when he looks back to Eddie, he's giving Steve wide, sad, puppy-dog eyes. And Steve only has so much willpower.
He moves slowly, carefully, curling so he isn't pressing up to Eddies lower torso and the worst of his wounds. He rests his cheek on his shoulder, surprised that it isn't as uncomfortable as he thought it'd be.
When he glances up, Eddie is grinning at him, wide and smug.
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Eddie thought he had finally stopped having aggressive thoughts about people he likes and yet, as always, Steve is the exception.
Eddie had been complaining all day. The demobat bites aren't that bad! He's already been there a week, which is longer than they'd initially told him and now they're insisting he stay longer, under a careful watch.
"It's probably for the best," Steve had tried reassuring him. "After Will got possessed they're being rightfully cautious."
But Eddie didn't care. He hates hospitals. He could have someone watching him at home, he doesn't get why it has to be there.
Steve had asked if there was anything that would make him feel better. Eddie had joked that a cuddle went a long way so, after double checking that it really is fine, Steve climbs onto his hospital bed and cuddled up to him.
And he'd looked up at him, resting his cheek against Eddie's shoulder, looking so sweet, voice so soft when he asks if "this is really ok with you, right?"
Eddie wanted to squeeze him. Not a nice or friendly hug squeeze - he wanted to wrap his arms around him and squeeze until something broke, until something finally cracked.
"Yeah," is what Eddie said instead.
It happened again, the day after he was finally released from the hospital. Steve had insisted on coming over, and had insisted on checking over his wounds and helping wherever possible. He ignored Eddie insisting that he's fine.
Which had led to Steve kneeling between his legs, hands painfully gently on his sides, re-dressing his wounds so slowly and carefully that it feels like Steve is worried that he's going to break, like Steve is worried that he's going to cause him more harm.
Eddie wanted to grab his face. Not a gentle, romantic hold- he wanted to dig his nails into his skin, scar the skin, make him bleed.
Instead, Eddie just thanked him, reminded him that he didn't need to do any of that.
And then again... And again. And again. And again.
It was starting to drive Eddie a bit insane. He refused to acknowledge why it's always Steve too. The idea feels too distant, a hopeless desire that would do more harm than any relief the understanding might bring.
So he carries on as normal, pretends that he isn't having those thoughts. Pretends he has totally normal friendly and platonic feelings for Steve.
Until one day it almost goes wrong.
Steve had been leaning on the table, writing some things he'd forgotten for his grocery list. Eddie wanted to be annoyed that he'd just got up and hurried to add the items to said list whilst they were in the middle of a conversation... But Eddie couldn't bring himself to care.
Instead, he decided to try and make Steve flinch. He grabbing Steve's waist, suddenly and a little tight, laughing at how hard Steve jumps.
"Jesus, dude," Steve tries to glare. He's laughing too much to look angry though, so he shakes his head and goes back to the list. "You move way too quiet for someone wearing boots that big."
Steve didn't push him away, didn't seem to care that Eddie stayed right against his back, looking over his shoulder to see what hes writing.
And his neck is right there. Bare. Eddie could easily just... bite it.
Eddie winces, realises that he's unconsciously moved so close that Steve can probably feel his breath on his skin. So he tries to play it off, tucking his chin on Steves shoulder instead.
"Hey, uh," Steve shifts, almost knocking Eddie off him, "do you wanna watch that Star Wars movie? They're re-releasing it for a bit."
"You wanna watch Star Wars with meee?"
Steve clears his throat, tensing up a little. "I... Yeah. But I mean, like, as a- as a date. You and me."
"Oh."
"I mean, if you want- it's fine if you don't! Like, no pressure? Just, uh, thought I'd ask or... whatever. Sorry, it's - I don't know, I've been, like-"
"Steve," Eddie quickly cuts off his rambling. "Of course I want to go on a date with you but you're gonna need to stop being so cute, right now, because I will bite you."
Steve laughs, so bright and happy, with his face flushing. He probably thinks Eddie is joking to ease the tension. But it made him smile, so Eddie keeps that to himself.
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Going on a roadtrip was both the best and worst idea that Eddie has ever had.
Oddly enough, the kids are great. Especially the boys. Between him and Steve, it's almost embarrassing how easy it is to keep control of them.
The girls too- Max is smart enough to know not to wander off alone and El tends to follow her lead. It often leads to them bullying Steve into taking them where they want to go, often having to grab his hand and drag him around when he doesn't go fast enough.
But, now that they've reached the end of their trip, Eddie is wondering if it wasn't a bad idea. Not just because Steve is obviously having some trouble both with the water and having his scars on display...
They'd become fast friends in the Upside Down. Although, he had thought it was simple trauma bonding. Imagine his horror when he realises that not only is it easy to be friends with King Steve, it's just as easy to fall in love with him.
"Eddie?" Steve awkwardly sits down beside him, looking a little embarrassed. "Would it be ok if, uh, you came... with me? Into the water, I mean. It's fine if not, just-"
"Steve," Eddie quickly cuts him off, "it's fine. That's ok, just give me a minute to make sure nothing flies away, yeah?"
Steve quickly nods, helping Eddie shove things back into their bags and then putting them on top of the towels. It's not windy at all but it's better to be safe than sorry.
"You know you don't have to go in, right?" Eddie asks, watching as Steve stalls, carefully brushing sand off himself. "I'm sure the kids will get over themselves. And if they don't, they'll have to deal with me."
The little laugh, the soft smile, feels like a reward.
"Thanks Eddie, really. I want to do this. I can't keep just... being scared. I need to deal with this shit."
"Ok," Eddie nods, matching his slow walk towards the sea. "Doesn't have to be like this though, could go slower. You can back out any time. No one will laugh."
"Right. You'll make sure they won't huh?" He doesn't say it like it's a joke. More like he understands just how fiercely protective Eddie feels about him.
"Exactly." They stop, just a few feet from the water. "We could hold hands, if that'll help?"
Steve just nods, grabbing his hand. Smiles a little tight when Eddie laces their fingers. And they don't need to talk, the look Steve gives him is enough to get his message across. So Eddie just gives him a little nod, scooting so their shoulders are pressed together, gently pulling him forward.
Eddie keeps a close eye on Steve as they slowly make their way deeper into the water. Doesn't complain that they have to stop a lot, just holds onto Steves hand a little tighter, hoping he understands that Eddie isn't going to let go.
When they finally get far enough out that they have to tread water, Steve is relaxing. He laughs a little, turning to Eddie with an ecstatic look on his face.
"Alright?" Eddie asks, unable to hold back his own grin.
"Yeah!" Steve whoops, ducking his head under the water for a quick moment. He doesn't look any less joyful. "I, uh... don't think I can do much more than this but- fuck, Eddie, I'm swimming!"
Eddie can't help but laugh, reveling in how infectious Steves joy is. "You're amazing, big boy! This is fucking impressive!"
"Really?" Steve is grinning though, as though he already understands that- he most likely just wants to hear it.
"So impressive!" Eddie can't help but drift a little closer. "God, Steve, every time I think you can't get better you always do."
Steve fucking giggles. And at first, Eddie thinks he's grabbing onto his shoulders for support, but Steve uses his grip to pull himself closer. "I'm pretty sure that's just you."
"Maybe," Eddie tries to pull a 'what-can-you-do' face, since he can't shrug with Steve using him as as support. "Doesn't mean I'm wrong."
Steve, abruptly, looks a little serious. "You act like I can do no wrong."
"I'm pretty sure that's impossible for you. It's against your nature."
"Really? You truly believe there's nothing I could do that would upset you?"
"You wouldn't hurt me intentionally."
Steve stares at him for a moment. His jaw tightens, visibly coming to some resolve, a look of determination.
"Steve-"
He's cut off by Steve quickly ducking forward, pecking him on the lips. Steve still has his jaw clenched when he leans back, only a little bit of fear peaking through his eyes.
Eddie blinks at him for a moment. "Please tell me you didn't do that just to prove a point. Please. Steve, you- you gotta tell me if you meant that like- like-"
"Eddie," Steve almost sighs his name, sounding so painfully relieved. He presses their foreheads together. "Yeah, yeah I meant it like- like that. It's not just proving a point, god, you're so much more than-"
Eddie cuts him off by actually kissing him, not just a peck, grabbing onto Steves hips to hold him closer.
They're so distracted, it takes them an embarrassingly long time to notice that the kids are heckling them.
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Eddie would often just... not be sure that he's awake. He had a crush on Steve back in high school (but who didn't). He knows that a vivid dream where Steve is his very loving boyfriend is the type of cruel thing his brain would do.
So he needs to touch Steve in those moments, needs the confirmation that this is real. That Steve is real.
The first time, they'd been alone at his trailer. Steve had been humming in his kitchen, making breakfast and complaining because Eddie woke up and ruined his morning plans. He'd even pouted at him.
So Eddie stepped close, cautiously reached out to gently hold Steves chin. And it was real, Steve was really there, pouting because he couldn't...
Eddie brushed his thumb along Steves lower lip. "You're really getting upset because you couldn't make me breakfast in bed?"
"Well... yeah. Thought it would be romantic." Steve tried to duck his head, looking embarrassed.
"Oh, it is, very romantic." Eddie finally laughed at how Steve only looked more annoyed. "Fuck, Steve. What did I do to deserve you?"
Steve had smiled, cheeks going a little pink, looking a little abashed.
And Eddie wishes sometimes that Steve hadn't taken that as some sort of challenge. Because he'd somehow gotten worse after that, like it was his personal mission to overwhelm Eddie by being too nice to him. Even the way he'd give compliments, all wide-eyed and earnest.
If Eddie had ever thought he'd be able to move on, should he and Steve ever break up, he was wrong. So, so wrong. He's pretty sure Steve has ruined him for anyone else. No one else will ever match up.
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