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rainylana · 1 year

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“Hush.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: you find porn under eddie’s bed.

warnings: smut, insecure reader, innocent reader, porno magazine, blowjob, daddy kink towards the end, spanking, fingering, fluff, edging, dirty talk, decrophylia, the causal dominance in this will kill you. i’m in love with this one omg i got so horny writing it help. please let me know what you think!!

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to snoop through his stuff, but you knew damn well he looked through yours every chance he got. He was in the shower, and you were freely looking through his drawers, not looking for anything particular. You were just bored. He’d asked if you wanted to join him, and you had just blushed deeply, making him laugh before he tugged off his shirt.

He really needed to deep clean his room, but you knew he wouldn’t. He hated cleaning, hated organizing. Every surface was covered in dust and spider webs decorated the corners. Trash littered the dressers with old pop bottles. You knew he wouldn’t do it, so you figured you’d have to.

Sighing, you started picking up some of his clothes off the floor to put in his dingy hamper, your bare feet sinking into the carpet with every step. You could hear him humming in the shower, his voice echoing off the shower walls. You were able to throw away most of his trash and make his bed, even though you were going to mess it up soon, anyways. You dusted a few tables and even lite a candle. There were a few boxes on the floor that you scooted off to the side. After having nowhere to put them, you pushed them to the bed.

A magazine was peaking out underneath his mattress, and you curiously took it in your hands, eyes widening at the cover. Your face blushed deeply, quickly looking to make sure Eddie hadn’t suddenly appeared back in the room. There was a woman on the cover, a very attractive one that immediately made you self conscious. You started flipping through it, lips parting in shock at the graphic images on the paper.

The first page, a woman tied up. She was being flogged by a man in a mask. The second, another model handcuffed and gagged on a bench. Each page was filled with vile images, yet they made your belly flip flop. Your face burned shamefully. Just as quickly as you had picked it up, you placed it back in its original hiding spot. It wasn’t any of your business.

Yet, you couldn’t seem to force yourself to clean anymore. You sat on the bed, biting your thumbnail anxiously. You suddenly felt very insecure. See, you were a quiet girl. You had friends, but not many. You liked your privacy and alone time. You had many doubts about yourself and Eddie knew it. He tried to help you as best as he could, assure you daily that you were beautiful, his best girl, but you had a talent for letting negative thoughts get the best of you.

“Why the long face?” Eddie announced himself, causing you to jump in your seat. You hadn’t noticed him come out.

“Oh- nothing.” You shook your head, trying to force a smile as you admired his body, nothing but a white towel around his waist. “I cleaned for you.”

“I can see that.” He laughed, opening his closet to find a pair of boxers, dropping his towel to the floor. “If you were that bored, baby, I told ya you could’ve joined me.”

You blushed again, fiddling with your fingers. You were having trouble forgetting the magazine, the women you saw. Of course, you knew they didn’t look like that in real life, but still, the insecurities flooded in. You were new to sex. You and Eddie hadn’t been dating all that long yet, only about six or seven months. Sex was obviously great, but the magazine made you question if he wanted more with you, if he wasn’t satisfied.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie shook the towel against his hair, now clad in black boxers that showed off his prominent bulge.

“Nothing.” You smiled softly, running a hand through your hair. You hated that your eyes started to prickle.

He threw the towel on the floor, watching you questionably. “You look like you’re getting ready to cry.”

“No, I’m fine.” You turned your back, picking at the skin around your fingers. “Just sleepy.”

“You sure?” He asked, coming to sit down beside you. He frowned when your eyes were full of tears. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m okay.” You blinked heavily, waving your hand.

“No, you’re not. You’re crying.” He grabbed your knee, dipping down so he could see your face. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

Your face was burning red, a tear slipping down your face as you sniffled. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Well, I do.” He pushed, tucking your loose hair behind your ear. “I wanna know what’s got you upset. Come on, tell me.”

You whined, keeping your head in the opposite direction so he didn’t see you. When he questioned you like this it wasn’t hard for you to break. “I just- fuck,”

Eddie widened his eyes. It was rare for you to curse. You even criticized when he did it. “Woah, there, holy mary,” He chuckled. “Thought we were supposed to watch our language, huh?”

Your face was beat red and you couldn’t stop thinking about the magazine. “Do you think I’m pretty?” You turned to him, eyes full and bright.

“What?” He said confused.

“You heard me.” You blinked. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “What kind of question is that? Of course, I think you’re pretty. You’re beautiful, y/n.”

You pondered with his answer, looking down at your lap. “Well, I don’t think so.”

“That’s stupid.” He answered without a beat, shaking his head. “Don’t think like that. I don’t want you to. You’re beautiful and you know it.”

“But I’m not like them.” You whined, fisting your hands with a cry. “I’m not skinny like those models. My hairs not shiny like theirs, it’s just a big fucking rats nest!”

Your outburst made Eddie recoil, eyes widening in shock at your admittance, but it out the pieces of the puzzle together. “I take it you found my magazine?”

Your face burned as you nodded.

“Baby,” He grabbed your shoulder, turning you toward him. “Look at me. Hey, come on, look at me.” He tried to find your eyes. “I’m sorry you found that. I shouldn’t have it, I know. I promise you I don’t…well, you know, with it anymore. Not since you and I started going out.” He said honestly, wiping away your puffy tears. “But you know those girls in there aren’t actually like that, honey.”

You did, but it didn’t help. “I know.” You tried to look down but he kept your eyes on him.

“And anytime I’ve ever…used it, I’ve only ever thought of you, I promise.” He assured you, grabbing your hands, his hair still damp from his shower. “I’ve always thought of you doing the things in there. Not the other girls. It’s always you.”

You stared at him, looking for any sign of a lie. You didn’t find one. You swallowed awkwardly. “I only looked at a couple pages.”

“What did you see?” He rubbed your knee, scooting closer so your shoulders were pressed together.

“Uh,” You tried to remember, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “A bench.” You stared at the wall. “A girl on a bench being flogged, and one girl with handcuffs over a man’s knee.” Eddie stared at you, making it much more difficult to say such profound words.

“I’m sorry that it upset you.” He frowned.

You shook your head. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have been snooping. I was just trying to clean up, a bit.”

An awkward silence filled the energy between you. Eddie didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to scare you. But you were still curious after what he had said. “You said you think of me.” You turned to him, eyes no longer wet. “Is that true?”

He nodded.

“You picture me instead of those girls?”

He nodded again.

“Is that…what you want to do to me? That turns you on?” You didn’t know where this sudden urge of confidence came from, but it shocked both you and Eddie.

“Yes.” He felt a twitch in his boxers, looking at your lips. “The idea excites me.” He knew he had to be careful with he said. You were like a baby deer, anything could scare you.

You nodded this time, gulping as you looked at his chest. “I see.”

“What are you thinking?” He asked quickly. “Be honest with me.”

You liked it, the idea of him doing that to you, it was just scary. You didn’t know how to do it. It would be in his hands, which you were okay with. “It’s intriguing.” You looked at him through wet lashes. “Just..kind of scary, too. Do you think we could try it?”

He couldn’t help but smirk, making your tummy flop. “I don’t have a bench, baby.”

“Well, not that.” You shook your head quickly. “Not that. But maybe..I could, uh-”

“Take a breath.” He instructed you, lifting his chin. “Don’t rush.”

You did as he said, taking a deep breath through your nose and out your mouth. “You could put me over your knee.” You opened your eyes to look at him, body almost shaking with nerves.

“You want me to spank you?” He rubbed the back of your neck, a look in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. It made your stomach twist together. “That’s what you want?”

You thought you might faint. You felt a throb between your legs that made you tremble. “I want you to do what you want.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, no,” He shook his head. “No, this isn’t about me. It’s what you want. You’ve gotta be honest with me, baby. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

It was what you wanted, you just didn’t really know how to ask for it. He knew you were nervous. Your face was on fire and you were picking at your nails. He rubbed your knee comfortingly.

“I want..” You took a breath. “I want to try what was in the magazine.”

“And what is that, exactly?” He got closer to you.

You swallowed hard, looking down to his lips. Oh, how badly you wanted to kiss him. “I want you to- to uh, to spank me.” You struggled to find the words, choppy and fractured they came.

He put his lips on yours in a desperate, hard kiss, one that knocked you back a ways, his nose pressing against your own. You moaned into him, making his cock harden in his jeans. He loved the sweet sounds you made. He scooted closer till he was right beside you, oh so confidently reaching between your thighs to cup your pussy with his palm. You gasped into his lips, parting away, but he connected them back, mixing his tongue with yours and gritting teeth.

He rubbed you over your shorts, warm and wet. You were so needy for him you wanted to cry all over again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into his chest. His other hand was in your hair, tangling it, while the other stayed on your warm cunt. You grinded into his hand, back and forth you moved, whimpering into his mouth.

He did this until you were worked up enough, moaning into his neck, biting into his skin as your orgasm was off by seconds causing before you could crash, he pulled away. “Bad girls don’t get to cum.” He whispered into your ear.

“What?” You pulled back, face flushed and voice high pitched. “What-”

“Going through my things was bad.” He tsked, pulling your hands off from his neck. “You knew better, angel, but you did it anyways. This means I’m not doing my job correctly. You’re falling out of line.”

Your mouth fell open and close, trying to find words. “I don’t-”

“You know what this means, don’t you?” He raised a brow. “You’re going to be punished, you understand?”

Your pussy pounded, heart racing, blood rushing. The thrill of excitement went straight to your core. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He repeated. “No. You address me as sir during your punishment, got it?” He lifted your chin, raising a brow.

You quickly nodded. “Yes. Oh, I mean- yes, sir.”

He nodded in approval, patting his knee. “Then get over my knee.”

You looked down at his thighs, then back up to him, unsure. You couldn’t move. Nerves paralyzing you. When your breathing got loud, Eddie frowned.

“Hey,” He grabbed your hand. “You alright?”

“Yes.” You nodded quickly. “Sorry- just, nervous, I guess.” You chuckled awkwardly, brushing away your hair.

“Take a breath.” He rubbed your back. “We don’t have to do anything, baby, I’m sorry.”

“No,” Your eyes widened. “No, I- I want to,” You assured, grabbing his wrist. You knew if Eddie got to thinking about it too much, he’d be too worried to continue. You needed to take action.

“I’ve been bad, Eddie.” You said as confidently as you could. “I think I need to be punished.”

His face drew darker, lips curling. “You have.” He agreed. “Think we should take care of it?” He held out his hand for you to take.

You slipped your hand into his, allowing him to pull you over his lap, your torso flush against his lap. Your hair fell over your face, the blood rushing to your skull.

“Comfortable?” He patted your back.

“Yes, sir.” Your words made him smile.

He looked down to your backside, rubbing his hands over your shorts. “I can’t punish you with your shorts on, honey.”

You were sure he could feel you throbbing against his thighs. “Take them off.” You said bashfully.

He chuckled at your meekness, pulling down your shorts to find you bare. He gave your flesh a little love tap, warming you up. “You tell me to stop if you need to, alright? This is new for you, baby, don’t overwhelm yourself.”

You nodded. “Yes, sir, I won’t.”

He warmed your skin, littered with goosebumps, rubbing the fat of your ass with his hands, squeezing and pulling. You had to clamp your mouth shut from moaning, already becoming a mess all over again. You were always so sensitive. Eddie always used it to his advantage.

“I’m going to start.” He announced. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

The first smack was light, startling you with a tiny gasp. The second one, still gentle, warming you up. The third was on the opposite cheek, a little harder, but not much. You had to force yourself not to grind yourself on his jeans, your pussy throbbing with such a need.

“Shit,” You cursed, turning into a yelp when he spanked you hard.

“Language,” He said sternly, rubbing the skin he assaulted. “We don’t talk like that, remember? Trying to make you my good little girl again.”

The fourth and fifth spank was harder, enough to draw sounds from you. Six and seven came quick, making you breath heavy, anticipating the next. You were throbbing so hard it was hard to think clearly, a small burn on your backside starting to grow. You moaned when he spanked you again, full handed, lower where the skin met your thigh.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, sweetheart.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “This is a punishment.”

You jumped when his hand dipped between your legs, trailing his fingers through your slit. You let out a loud, desperate moan that made him chuckle. “This really get you going, huh?” He pushed his fingers inside of you, making you squeal, lurching up from his lap.

“Oh, god!” You cried out, being pushed back down by his hand. “God, Eddie,”

“Hush.” He smacked your ass hard, continuing to finger you.

You shoved your hand in your mouth as he quickly finger fucked you, giving you no time to adjust to his fingers. He had his way with you, entering his digits in and out with a loud squelch. You cried into your hand, rocking yourself back and forth into his fingers. He worked you up until you were close to coming, pulling away before you could. “Bad girls don’t get to cum.” He said sternly, landing two harsh smacks on your ass, continuing with your punishment.

The peak of your orgasm faded away quickly and you sobbed, yelping and jumping as his hand came down harder on your skin. It really wasn’t bad. You knew he wasn’t using his full strength, but your sensitivity was making everything more heightened. Your need for him stronger.

“Are you learning anything?” He switched from cheek to cheek, alternating in steady, rhythmic movements.

“Yes!” You sobbed, your belly flip flopping.

“What?”

“I need to be a good girl.” Your orgasm was coming back just as quick just from the spanking itself. You were going to cum right on his lap. “Fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna cum.” You reached down to squeeze his ankle. “Spank me,”

He told you not to, but the idea of you coming just from him spanking you? He was hard as bricks. “Fuck.” He cursed, adjusting his hold on you before bringing his hand down again hard. Your whole body tensed on his lap as he spanked you, but the rhythm of the music that left your mouth told him he was doing a good job. “Fucking cum on my lap.” He husked. “Be my good little girl again.”

One more smack down towards your core sent you over the edge. You let out a wail, a shrill gasp that made him stop immediately, thinking he had hurt you. You convulsed on top of him, weeping and sweating as your body wracked with shakes of overstimulation and excitement.

“Oh, god,” You panted, fisting at his ankle. You were completely fucked out of it. Your vision was blurry and your head pounded, body shaking so hard that you thought you could hear your bones shaking.

“Baby?” You could hear him say. “Are you alright?” He grabbed your arm, trying to lift you so he could see your face. “Come on, honey, talk to me.”

You could feel how hard he was against your side, but your pussy was sore from having his fingers lodged up inside of you, too sensitive, but you wanted him anyways. With shaky limbs you crawled off his lap and sank to floor, looking up to him with a ruined face. “Am I good girl again, daddy?” You blinked through wet lashes.

He quickly fumbled with his belt, already struggling to keep his cool. “Fuck, yeah, you are, honey.”

You sat up to wrap your lips around his cock as soon as it was free. He gasped, leaning back on his elbows as he watched you. Your makeup was all over your face, snotty and slobbering. Your tongue swiped at the sides and the base of his cock, your hands coming up to massage his balls. He jumped, trembled in your grasp as he bucked his hips into your mouth. “Ah- god, good girl,” He praised. “Such a good girl. Took your spanking so well for me, didn’t you?”

You gagged around him as he sat up, grabbing the back of your head as he wracked his fingers through your hair. He thrusted just hips gently into your mouth, letting out a load moan that made your tired pussy flutter to life. “Fuck, fuck,” He chanted, his own orgasm building in his abdomen. “You gonna take my cum down your throat, huh? You gonna do that for daddy? Be my good- ah, oh- god, good little girl?”

He praised you as he came, shooting his load in your mouth with a quick flex of his hips. You gargled around him, your strings of saliva drooling out of your mouth. When you swallowed and let go of his cock, he collapsed on the bed where you joined him.

You both laid side by side. Teary eyes and flushed faces, ruined makeup and his cum leaking down your neck, a drop you had missed. And your ass incredibly sore, but buzzing with a sense of something new and exciting. The both of you are too fucked out to say anything, so you just grabbed his hand.

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson series #eddie munson x you

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ourfandomcrazyuniverse · 1 year

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I want to see these three team up against Joe in s5 and beat the hell out of him for everything he’s done

And I want Beck and Candace to be cheering them on from the heavens

#you #you spoilers #you s4 #you Netflix #you series #you season four #you season 4 #Ellie Alves #Marienne Bellamy #Nadia Farran #Guinevere Beck #Candace Stone #Joe Goldberg

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silo1013 · 11 months

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salvaged from the office fire in 1998

#my art #the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #alex krycek #i was talking about this on twitter yesterday but #i have a LOTTTTTT a lot of thought about this part of season two #mainly because i think that while scully probably realized she was never going to find peace ever again after emily #i do believe that the last time mulder ever thought everything would be okay was right before scully’s abduction #which is also kind of why i think mulder was closer to killing himself in ascension than in gethsemane #at the end of season four mulder is kind of resigned to his and scully’s lives unravelling #he’s more suspicious and slower to trust then he ever was #while ascension was the first time he was like. Oh okay. It’s over for us forever and ever #and the fact that he was still open and still kind of okay before that just kind of makes it worse #that he was just betrayed and left hanging and lost everyone he thought he had in one fell swoop #ascension jades the fuck out of him and you can see it. like through the whole series there are threads of it #his tendency to rely on skinner regresses for a while. he becomes even less functional when scully is gone.#he has far less patience for his informants and he refuses to rely on anyone the way he tried to on krycek #like it’s just. such an obvious shift in his character that you can tell his mindset about his and scully’s life has changed #and that’s a huge part of the show’s tragedy i think. there is no peace. there is no rest. it’s never going to be okay

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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New baby girl pics just dropped

#tvedit #netflix #stranger things #stranger things series #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #joe kerry #joe keery #stranger things x oc #stranger things x you #baby girl is the new malewife #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #arms!!!!! we must stay focused brothers and sisters!!!

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marve2014 · 1 year

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No Time Like the Present

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Part Four

Summary: Y/N meets Thing.

Warnings: Minor mention of violence, bullying.

Minors DNI

Word Count:2.9K

Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18. This is where the story diverges from the actual story line.

Outreach day was one day a year that the students of Nevermore coexisted with the kids of Jericho in order to "strengthen the bonds” between the two groups; At least that’s the spiel the mayor keeps giving all the businesses so they’ll let Nevermore students work in their shops. Tyler and I spent the morning talking about Wednesday and I’s not official, official first date while we waited for our Nevermore kid to show up. We were assigned the one and only Xavier Thorpe; the same one who hates Tyler and honestly makes me uncomfortable with how he looks at me and Wednesday. Making my iced coffee before people start trickling in, Xavier comes walking in.

“Hello Xavier, how are you today?” you ask, trying to make polite conversation.

“I’m good y/n, how are you feeling after last night?” he smirks as he grabs an apron and makes his way behind the counter.

“If you must know, I had an amazing time. First dates are never really what you expect them to be, are they?” Smiling as you remember the feeling of Wednesday's hand in yours..

“First date? With who?” you can see the confusion flash across his face and can’t help but chuckle.

“With Wednesday of course. She was the one who demanded it was a date”. You decide to embellish the story just a little bit to make him even more uncomfortable

“Wait, you and Wednesday?!? ‘“ he asks clearly shocked at the information you just provided.

“Yes, me and Wednesday. Is that a problem?' you question coldly.

“No, no, no problem at all. Just a little confused. I thought I was more her type.” He confesses as he starts wiping down the counter “guess she wasn’t playing hard to get, huh? Oh crap. And when I flirted with you before! Jesus I’m on idiot”

"Oblivious, yes, an idiot, eh, harsh words” you defend and give him a smile.

Tyler walks out of the breakroom and notices you and Xavier talking, you look over to him and he sends you a look that you know can lead to nothing good.

“I will be right back Xavier, it seems I am being summoned by that doofus over there” you laugh, walking towards Tyler as he pulls you into a hug when you reach him.

"Wednesday is at pilgrim world, wearing the costume and everything, we have no customers and Xavier can handle the few that come in.” Tyler rushes out all in one breath.

“On my goodness, yes! Lets go! I’m so gonna use this to blackmail her. Xavier? We’ll be back in 10 minutes hold down the fort.”

“Aye, aye captain.” he mock salutes you as you and Tyler make your way to pilgrim word. Looking through the crowd trying to find Wednesday, you notice a smaller kid surrounded by 3 older boys – all dressed up like pilgrims. You leave Tyler and make your way over and see the smaller boy struggling as one of the older ones is trying to force him into a wooden contraption.

“HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE!” You run over and all of them stare at you.

“Go away, this doesn’t have anything to do with you, outcast lover.” The ring leader says as he tries to get the small boy to stop squirming. You look around trying to find an adult as you feel someone walk directly next to you.

“Howdy Pilgrims.” You look and see Wednesday staring at the situation with a cold decisive look in her eyes. “ I suggest you let Eugene go”. Wednesday rests her arm on the top of the wooden stock preventing it from closing on him.

“What do you want to end up in the stocks too?” The ring leader asks as you pull the kid Wednesday called Eugene from the wooden stock and put your arm around his shoulder to comfort him.

“If I recall, we did this dance before and it didn’t end up well for you.” Wednesday smugly states as the larger boy makes a move to grab her. You stay with Eugene and Wednesday ends up tossing the kid to the floor and breaks his finger; all of the Jericho boys flee and you and Wednesday tend to Eugene. You're cleaning his uniform when Wednesday walks over and takes in the both of you smiling and laughing despite what just happened.

“Why do I always find you in trouble?” Wednesday asks while you finish cleaning up Eugene.

“Well I couldn’t let them just be mean to Eugene. It would be like hurting a puppy!” You laugh and stare at Wednesday noticing how beautiful she looks.

“You are absolutely gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?” You ask and can tell Wednesday is starting to blush.

“I assume you two know each other?” Eugene interrupts.

“Yes Eugene, this is y/n. She’s a normie. But she’s MY normie.” Wednesday declares ready to defend you if Eugene were to say something cross. You can feel your cheeks heating up at her casualness of mentioning you two being an item, unable to hide your smile you grab Wednesdays hand in yours.

“Well Eugene, it was a pleasure meeting you but I need to borrow Wednesday here.” You smile and lead both you and Wednesday back to the Weathervane walking in, still hand and hand with each other you make Wednesday sit at the table closest to the cash register you leave her there while you make her, her usual all the while Xavier is staring at you both mouth gaped open,with how easily she is letting you order her around; something he imaged should not even be possible with how strong willed the Wednesday Addams he knows is. Xavier makes his way over to the table you sat Wednesday at and smugly looks her up and down.

“Never thought I would see Wednesday Addams act so domestic.”

“Xavier, I’m going to stay this once and only once, if you value your life you’re going to keep your mouth shut and not mention what’s seen here today to anyone at Nevermore.”

“Ill keep that in mind.” He smiles and makes a move to sit across from Wednesday.

“Xavier, if I’m not mistaken, you’re supposed to actually work; not harass customers. Go wipe something down.” You glare and make sure he’s away from Wednesday before she can threaten him anymore. Finishing up her drink, you walk over and take where Xavier was going to sit. You look Wednesday in the eyes “I am taking you somewhere tonight, be at the gates of the school at 9:00p.m. Okay? And dress warm. I don’t want you catching a cold.”

“Fine, but I need to talk to Tyler, has he made it back yet?” She questions.

“No clue, let me check the back. One minute”. You run to the back break room and see Tyler sitting in one of the chairs drinking an energy drink and playing some game on his phone.

“Wednesday needs you, please and thank youuuu.” You smile and wait for him to follow.

“The peasant you were seeking ma’am.” You motion to tyler.

“How can I be of service?” Tyler jokes as Wednesday pulls out a map she got from Pilgrim World.

“I need to know where on this map is the old pilgrims meeting house from the 1600s.”

Tyler looks down at the map confused and then points to a secluded area.

“There, but its kind of sketchy, Squatters and meth heads use it as a crash pad. My dad has to clear it out every few weeks. Why are you looking for it?”

“No reason.” Wednesday coldly states as she looks from Tyler to you.

“Becoming obsessed with the monster in the woods, are we?” Tyler jokes.

“Okayyyy, and that’s enough interaction between the two of you. Wednesday here has to go play her cello and then she has a date to get ready for” you usher Tyler away and pull Wednesday in for a hug. You feel her stiffen and then immediately relax into your arms. “I will see you later, Lovely. Okay?” You kiss her cheek and send her on her way.

Feeling the stares from both Tyler and Xavier, you ignore both of them and make yourself a coffee before the lunch rush comes in.

The rest of the shift goes by without a hitch, Xavier staying away from Tyler, and everyone staying away from you until it was time to close. You and Tyler head to your house so you can get ready for your date.

“So what exactly did you plan for your date?” Tyler asks as he starts rummaging through the fridge looking for a snack.

“A dinner picnic. You can eat anything in that fridge but so help me if you touch the cheese. It’s for tonight.” You yell as you make your way up the stairs. Looking through your clothes, you decide on jeans and a sweater so that you will be warm in the cold night air. Walking back down stairs you get a picnic basket from the Hall closet and bring it into the kitchen. Getting some fancy bread, crackers, fruit and cheese you start loading it all up as Tyler sits there watching eating some form of food in an old takeout container.

“Do you think shell like this?” You nervously ask, placing some drinks into the basket.

“I think she would literally let you sit there and just stare at her and she would have a good time. I mean you got kidnapped and she classified it as a date.”

“You’re not wrong. Okay, foods packed, Im ready. You can stay if you want. My mom will be home in like an hour; you know she loves feeding you. I’m out.” You hug Tyler, leaving him in the house as you make your way to the gates of Nevermore. Pulling near the gates, you see Wednesday and you put the car in park and hop out. Grabbing the black roses you hid in the backseat, you make your way over to her and pull the passenger door open for her.

“I know you love black flowers, and these are a lot easier to find than black dahlias. I hope you like them.” You smile as you close her door and get in the drivers side.

“Thank you for the flowers, not everyone can appreciate a dead flower. But I do.”

“Kay, so I promise im not bringing you to our next location to murder you. I feel like you could take me down and kill me faster than I could kill you, however, It is a spooky place, but that’s your vibe, and I want you to be comfortable.” You explain nervously as you start driving toward your destination.

Pulling into an old cemetery you see a small smile at the corners of Wednesday’s lips.

‘’This is an acceptable location for the date.” Wednesday tries to not seem excited.

You get the blanket and pillows while Wednesday grabs the picnic basket and you make your way to the back of the cemetery. Placing everything down, you and Wednesday begin to eat the snacks you prepared.

“Can I ask something without you getting offended?” You cautiously ask Wednesday, making her put down her crackers.

“I suppose that’s okay. Go ahead.” She responds.

“What makes me different? Everyone else gets this cold version of you, but I seem to get a softer side.” You grab her hand and start drawing small circles on the back of her knuckles.

“I don’t know what you mean. I treat you the same exact way I treat everyone else.” She argues but keeps her hand held within yours.

“Oh really? So if anyone else held your hand, you’d be fine? Or if anyone else did this?” You lean forward and gently cup the side of Wednesday’s face and bring your lips to hers. You can feel her resist the kiss and you start to pull back thinking you made a huge mistake. As a wave of embarrassment begins to wash over you, you feel Wednesday's hands on each side of your head, tangling her hands in your hair, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss; neither of you stopping until you need to come up for air. You look over at Wednesday's flushed state and start to giggle.

“So you would let anyone else do that? I have to say, if this is gonna work, I’m gonna need that to not happen.”

“If anyone else did that to me I would gouge their eyes out and deliver them to you on a bed of roses. Only you get to do that to me, there are a lot of things you make me feel that I can not explain. It should repel me, disgust me, but one look at your smile and I now understand why the sun dies for the moon each night. Before you, I was destined to live a lonely existence. But the mere thought of never seeing you again brings me a pain that for once, I do not enjoy. I am learning that there is more to life than solitude and just living to eventually die.” Leaning over Wednesday takes the initiative to lay herself slotted between your legs, her back to your chest as she brings your hands to hold hers as they rest on her stomach. Too shocked to say anything you just squeeze Wednesday further into your arms and rest your head on top of hers. You both enjoy each others company while staring at the stars and continuing to eat the snacks you packed.

“So what are your parents like?” You ask. “I saw their photo in that weird library we went to.”

“My parents have always loved each other more than life itself. Growing up with them was sickening; always having to see how much they loved each other. I also have a brother, his name is Pugsley. He’s defenseless at best, he’s the reason I got sent here. There were kids at school bullying him; they tied him up and shoved him in a locker. I don’t like when people mess with the people that I care about if you haven’t noticed. Eugene reminds me a lot of Pugsley, minus the urge to strangle him constantly.”

Wednesday gets a faraway look in her eyes as she talks more about her family, her Uncle Fester, Thing.

“Wait wait wait! So he’s actually just a hand? Like just the hand, no arm, no body and he’s able to communicate and move?” You ask excitedly, wanting to meet him immediately.

“It’s one of the great Addams Family mysteries. He’s over there by that headstone if you want to meet him. He was with us in the library as well. You’re kind of unobservant.” Wednesday laughs and snaps her fingers calling Thing over.

“Thing, this is y/n, y/n this is Thing.” Wednesday introduces.

You squeal with excitement. “Ohhhh my god. Can i pick him up? He’s so cute!”

Thing tilts his nub of a wrist and confusingly looked at Wednesday.

“Go ahead, she wants you to.” Wednesday reassures him. Thing walks on his fingers over to you and climbs up your leg making his was to your outstretched hand. You begin to coo and pet his palm.

“I love him, I want to take him home. He’s like a little bunny rabbit that you don’t need to feed or water.” That comment gets you flicked in the hand by Thing and you look down at him scoldingly. “Heyy. I was calling you cute, don’t make me put you in the car.” You threaten and nuzzle his palm into your hands using it they way you would rub a dogs stomach.

“He may act like he hates it, but he actually loves the attention. He’s like a dog.” Wednesday explains as she makes him get down on her shoulder so she can take your hands in hers again.

As you both continue to lay there you start to hear a rustling in the woods behind you. Looking over, Thing has left, already going to investigate. Grabbing Wednesdays hand with worry you pull the both of you to your feet and start packing all of the remaining food, blankets and pillows and rush to the car.

“We need to go back and get Thing.” You breathlessly tell Wednesday.

“Thing will be fine, its what he’s made for.” Wednesday calmly states.

“Wednesday, you said he was family. I don’t know if you’ve watched Lilo and Stitch, but no one gets left behind.” You yell, making your way back to where you were seated in the cemetery to attempt to locate Thing with Wednesday trailing behind you. Trying to remain calm you slowly make your way into the opening of the woods and are immediately met with what sounded like loud footsteps. Grabbing Wednesday and turning around to run you both stop in your tracks as you’re assaulted by the light of a bright flashlight being shone directly in your eyes.

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somewhere soft like this

also on AO3 part two of hideout

Eddie doesn’t graduate again.

He’s disappointed, of course, and angry, mostly at himself. He spends graduation day in bed sulking, staring at the ceiling and pretending his thoughts aren’t as mean as they really are.

Wayne is nice about it. Of course. He told Eddie a few weeks ago when he was told he wouldn’t graduate that he didn’t graduate when he was a senior either, the second time he’d told him. He’d also told him that everyone takes life at their own pace, that it’s okay if he doesn’t graduate. Eddie tells him that they aren’t the same. That he doesn’t get it. Wayne leaves him alone.

It was mean. He knows it was. He regrets saying it. Wayne was just trying to make him feel better, and he has no right to be as big a dick as he is, but he can’t find the energy to get out of bed to apologise.

He gets out of bed to turn on some music, and he knows the volume is too loud, but Wayne is gone for work, and Eddie doesn’t care if the neighbours complain.

He’s starting to fall asleep when there’s a knock at the door, and he sits up, grumbling and tripping on the doorframe of his room as he heads to the door, ready to tell old Mr Cooper off again, but he swings the door open and finds himself face to face with Steve.

He blinks, and they stare at each other for a while, Steve tilting his head and smiling at him. He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and there are flowers in his hands.

“Hey, graduate,” Eddie says finally, his voice softer than he expected, rough after a whole day of disuse. Something settles in him, and he swallows, his eyes burning as he realises how much he’s missed him.

“Hi, Eddie,” Steve says softly. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says thickly, and he steps aside, holding the door open for him. Steve comes in and slides his shoes off. “Did your— your parents bring you flowers?“ Eddie asks, shutting the door. Steve looks at him.

“My parents are in Seattle,” he says. “And these are for you.”

Eddie blinks.

“Huh?”

“I— I got these for you,” Steve says, lifting the flowers. His cheeks turn pink. Eddie’a brain turns into static.

“…You got me flowers?” he asks in a small voice. Steve nods, smiling. “But. But why?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend,” Steve says shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I know you’re having a rough day.”

Eddie blinks. They haven’t seen each other all day. Steve had to go to the graduation ceremony early this morning for the rehearsal, and Eddie basically hasn’t moved since last night. His eyes burn.

“I’m— I’m sorry I didn’t go,” he says, shaking his head. “I just…”

Steve shakes his head at him, and he sets the flowers down.

“I know, baby,” he says softly, reaching to touch his face. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, and Steve murmurs a softI knowagain before he’s pulling Eddie into a hug, and Eddie is crying.

He wraps his arms around Steve’s neck tightly, burying his face in his neck, and they sway sightly, Steve’s hands pressing to Eddie’s back. He’s whispering to him, gentleI got yous andit’s okays, and Eddie’s hands tighten on his shirt, until he pushes him away, wiping his face harshly. Steve looks at him, his brows furrowed confusedly.

“Eds—”

“No, Steve,” Eddie chokes, wiping his cheek again. “You’re supposed to becelebrating,” he says, looking away and pretending his eyes aren’t still burning. “Not— Not comforting me because I’m too— too stupid to graduate with everyone else.”

“Eddie,” Steve snaps. Eddie looks up at him, biting his lip to stop its quivering. Steve looks angry. But his face softens when their eyes meet. “First of all,” he starts, his voice gentler. “I can do whatever I want to.” Eddie scoffs wetly, cracking a smile, and Steve smiles softly. “And second of all, you’re notstupid. And I’m not gonna let you talk about yourself like that. Got it?”

Eddie huffs, a tear slipping down his cheek as he twists his mouth and looks away. Steve wipes the tear away. He’s much gentler than Eddie is.

“My second try, Steve,” Eddie says, his voice breaking.

“I know, baby,” Steve says, kissing his forehead as he cries again. “It’s okay. School isn’t for everyone, you don’t have to graduate.”

“Everyone else graduated,” Eddie chokes adamantly. “Even fucking Andrew Willis, and he slacks offeverything.”

Steve sighs, setting his arms across Eddie’s shoulders, his fingertips dancing in the ends of his tangled hair.

“Eddie Munson, you have never once cared about conformity,” he says. “Why do you care about this? Who cares if everyone else did it?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie whines, closing his eyes and gripping Steve’s shirt tightly. “I just— I just don’t—”

“Deep breath, Eddie,” Steve says softly, moving his hands to hold his face. He waits for a moment for Eddie to inhale, and before he can exhale too quickly, he leans in press a lingering kiss to his lips. Eddie exhales when he pulls away, his eyes still closed, and he inhales slower. “There you go.”

“What am I gonna do?“ Eddie asks quietly, almost whispering. He opens his eyes, looking at him desperately. “If I don’t— If I don’t graduate, I…”

“Do youwantto graduate?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’ll try again.” Steve tilts his head, his thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “Next year. Oh well.”

Eddie sighs heavily, closing his eyes. Steve kisses his forehead again.

“It’s gonna be your year,” Steve murmurs, making him smile half-heartedly. “Eighty-six, baby.”

Eddie finally smiles at him, closing his eyes when Steve kisses him softly.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” He pauses, stroking Steve’s waist gently. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise to me,” Steve says, tucking his hair back. “It’s okay.”

“I really like the flowers.”

“You do?” He looks over at them, sitting on the counter. Small white flowers wrapped in cellophane. (Daisies? Eddie doesn’t know anything about flowers.) “I wasn’t sure if they’d be too much, or…”

“No, very romantic. Good job.“

“Good job?” Steve says like he’s offended, wiping a stray tear from Eddie’s cheek, laughing. “It’s an accomplishment?”

“Neither of us are very romantic.”

“We’re not?”

Eddie scoffs, hooking his fingers in the belt loops of Steve’s jeans.

“Sweetheart, we had sex the first time like two minutes after our first kiss, and we were both high.” Steve makes a considering face, nodding slightly. “You’re known for being a slut, and I’ve never been in an actual relationship. We’re amateurs at romance.”

“Alright, well.” Steve looks at him, raising his eyebrows. “Guess we’ll just have to practice, then.”

Eddie smiles at him and sighs.

“Thank you,” he says abruptly. “For— For being so great.“

Steve’s face softens.

“I think you’re great,” he says quietly.

Eddie swallows, blinking hard, before he chokes, “We’re really great at this romance thing.”

Steve scoffs, kissing him.

“I’m gonna out the flowers in some water,” he says. “You wanna make out after?”

Eddie hesitates, blinking his tears back.

“Anytime you wanna make out, just assume my answer is yes.”

Steve scrunches his nose at him.

Eddie watches as Steve finds a tall glass in a cabinet, fills it with water. Unwraps the cellophane loudly and uses a knife to trim the ends of the flowers for some reason before he puts them in the water and carefully, meticulously spreads them out and makes them look nice. He’s smiling as he sets them on the counter and throws away the cellophane.

But Eddie is frowning.

Steve’s parents are in Seattle. During Steve’s high school graduation. And Steve doesn’t even seem to care.

He looks up at Eddie with a proud little smile, and Eddie’s chest hurts.

He wants to say it.

He easily could. He knows his mouth can form the words. He’s said it before, but Steve was asleep.

He’s almost said it so many times.

When Steve showed up at the trailer, his face bruised, his lip and eye swollen, his knuckles scraped, exhausted and haunted by something he refused to talk about. Eddie had just opened the door and stared at him, until his mouth finally let out a strongwhat the FUCKand he pulled him inside as gently as he could.

Steve had cried, and Eddie held him, and when he calmed down he told Eddie that Billy fucking Hargrove beat him up. That Steve had stopped him from beating up a thirteen year old. That he wasn’t pressing charges.

Eddie knew there was more to the story. Because Steve kept looking outside like he was hearing things in the driveway, and because he couldn’t go home to be by himself. And because he’d had a panic attack as soon as Eddie flicked off the lights, and Eddie already knew he didn’t like the dark, but it seemed like the fear had multiplied by a hundred overnight. Eddie turned the light back on. And went over to hold his hand, press his hand to Eddie’s chest, help him breathe. He’s wanted to touch his face, to kiss him so he’s hold his breath to slow his breathing, but he couldn’t. So he’d waited. Whispered to him that he’s okay, that he’s safe, until he could repeat the words back to Eddie, and Eddie wanted to sayit. He’d wanted to so badly it hurt.

Steve had fallen asleep with the lights on, his head on Eddie’s chest, and Eddie cried.

Steve touches Eddie’s face and kisses him.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he whispers, smiling. “Stop it.”

Eddie smiles at him, kissing him again.

“Sorry.”

Steve pulls him back him, kissing him as deeply as possible and wrapping his arms around his neck as Eddie slides his hands down to his thighs before he tugs at them. Steve jumps up, his legs wrapping around Eddie’s waist as Eddie catches him, and Eddie pulls away to see his way as he carries him to his room, kicking the door shut behind them as Steve kisses his neck.

“Missed you today,” Steve mumbles, his teeth gently closing on his skin, and Eddie groans softly, lowering him to his bed.

“Missed you too, baby.”

He kisses him again, pressing his tongue between his lips and listening to Steve’s soft hum, and he settles between Steve’s legs, letting his weight press him into the bed. Steve’s hands push into his hair, tugging gently as their tongues slide together, and Eddie pulls away after a few moments, swallowing and taking a breath.

“How was the ceremony?” he asks softly, tilting his head and kissing Steve’s jaw.

“Was okay,” Steve says, sighing and tilting his head back into the bed so Eddie can kiss him. “Took fucking forever. Amanda Kilmer’s speech was like two hours.”

Eddie laughs softly into his neck, nipping his skin gently.

“Yeah, she talks a lot.”

Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when Eddie slides his tongue over his skin.

“Jonathon took a picture of me,” he says breathily. “When he found out my parents didn’t come. Said he’d give it to me sometime this summer.”

“Nice of him,” Eddie says.

“Mhmm.” Eddie carefully sucks just skin between his teeth. “Shit, Eddie.”

Eddie hums, sucking hard enough that he knows he’s going to leave a bruise, but Steve’s fingers just tighten in his hair, and he lets out a low groan. Eddie smiles, Steve’s skin between his teeth, because this is his favourite thing to do: make Steve lose himself in pleasure, make him sigh and moan and whimper, make sure he isn’t present enough to be self-conscious about any of it.

Eddie lifts his head, looking at the mark he’s left behind on Steve’s neck before his eyes travel up to Steve’s face. His eyes are closed, mouth hanging open, his bottom lip red and shining like he’s been chewing on it. As Eddie gazes, Steve’s eyes flutter open and find him. His eyes are glassy, glazed over.

“What?” he asks softly, fingertips scratching Eddie’s scalp.

Eddie shrugs, brushing his cheek.

“I love making you feel good.”

Steve exhales.

“You always make me feel good.”

Eddie kisses him so he doesn’t see his cheeks flush, but he thinks Steve might know anyway based on the way he smiles against Eddie’s lips. Steve pulls at his hair and waist so he falls onto his side, and he hitches his knee up over Eddie’s hip, humming when Eddie’s hand finds his thigh and squeezes.

They kiss until their mouths are sore, until their lips are slick with each other’s spit and all Eddie can taste is Steve’s tongue.

Steve falls asleep holding Eddie’s hand to his face. He likes holding Eddie’s hands. He sometimes finds them in the middle of the night, half-asleep with his eyes closed, just to hold one to himself, hugging it to his chest or tucking it under his shirt to feel their skin touch. But his favourite is when Eddie touches his face. Or his neck.

The first time Eddie fucked him, Steve desperately said his name between whiney moans, and when Eddie asked if he was okay, he just saidHand.Eddie shifted to hold himself up on one arm, pressing his other hand to Steve’s chest, and Steve opened his eyes, frantically taking his hand and holding it to his face, Eddie’s thumb slipping into his open mouth.

(He likes doing that too: sucking on Eddie’s fingers. Even if he’s wearing his rings. Eddie doesn’t mind it. He likes watching Steve’s spit drip over them. It’s oddly pretty.)

He brushes his thumb over Steve’s cheek, watching him nuzzle into it with a soft sigh. The words flash in his mind.

He drifts off too, listening to Steve breath. His fingertips are pressing just over his pulse.

When he wakes up, his arm is draped over Steve’s waist, his face in his hair, and the room is bright with sunlight. He lets his eyes close again, stretching his legs out until they tremble. There’s a quiet clatter outside.

Eddie lifts his head, groaning softly and releasing Steve, carefully sliding his arm out from under Steve’s head so he doesn’t wake him up.

Wayne is in the kitchen, buttering toast. He looks up when Eddie appears, rubbing his face.

“Mornin,’” Wayne says brightly. “How you feeling?”

“Better,” Eddie says. He sits at the little table by the door, watching him. “Sorry for being such a dick to you yesterday.”

“‘S alright kid,” Wayne says kindly. Of course. “I get it.”

“Doesn’t make it okay,” Eddie says. “You shoulda sprayed me with water.”

Wayne snorts, shaking his head.

“So what’s the plan?” he asks, biting his toast and setting his knife on the edge of the sink. Eddie sighs.

“I’m gonna try again.” He sits back. “Next year will be my year.”

Wayne nods in agreement, but before he can say anything, the door to Eddie’s room opens, and Steve appears in the hallways, squinting and rubbing his face. Eddie grins.

Wayne and Steve lock eyes and stare at each other for a moment. Wayne looks him up and down, at his jeans and rumpled shirt that’s still tucked in. At his mismatched socks. Eddie brings his legs up onto his chair, gazing at him as Steve’s cheeks flush pink.

“Good morning,” Wayne says, kindly, sceptically.

“Uhm—“ Steve shakes his head, stepping forward with his hand up. Wayne switches his toast to his other hand, brushing crumbs off his right hand on his jeans before he shakes. “I’m Steve. Harrington,” he adds awkwardly.

“Harrington,” Wayne repeats, his hand lingering on Steve’s. He nods slowly. “I went to school with your dad.”

Steve winces as he’s pulling his hand back and pushing it through his messy hair.

“I sincerely apologise.”

Wayne just laughs, and Eddie watches the two of them, his chest warm.

“Help yourself to some coffee, kid,” Wayne says, gesturing to the pot, and Steve nods, still awkward and shy and so adorable Eddie hurts.

“Steve graduated yesterday, Wayne,” Eddie says as Wayne is moving out of the kitchen. Steve shoots him a wide-eyed look, and he grabs a mug from a cabinet easily.

“Ah, congrats,” Wayne says. He leans against wall by the kitchen, and Steve smiles at him. “You goin’ to college?”

“Uh.” Steve pours the coffee, taking a breath. “That’s not the plan, uhm. Currently. I don’t really… even know what I’d want to study. So.”

“You’re staying in Hawkins, then?” Wayne asks, munching on his toast.

“Yeah, I’m gonna try to get a job. Take a year off, maybe see if I can figure out what to study, where to go.” He lifts his mug, taking a sip. “But, I mean, it’s not the end of the world if I don’t do to college.”

“Very true.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, suppressing a smile.

It’s a bit odd. Steve and Uncle Wayne, joining forces to support Eddie.

But it’s nice.

“Where are you thinking about working?” Wayne asks as Steve moves out of the kitchen. Eddie kicks out the other chair across from him, and Steve smiles at him.

“Uh, probably Starcourt,” Steve says. “A lot of places there are hiring.” He looks at Eddie. “The kids want me to work at the ice cream place.”

Eddie laughs softly, setting his chin on his knee.

“The sailor one?”

“Yeah.”

“I fully agree with them.”

“The kids?” Wayne asks, amused.

“Steve babysits a bunch of middle school nerds,” Eddie explains. Steve sips his coffee.

“High school nerds in August,” Steve says lightly. “Little freshies.”

Eddie’s face lights up.

“I’ll get to hang out with your children,” he says brightly, and Steve responds with an immense eyeroll.

“You boys gonna hang out this summer?” Wayne asks, slurping the last drops of his coffee. Steve nods.

“Eddie will probably come by Starcourt just to bother me at work.”

“Obviously.”

Wayne is smiling at them.

“Nice to know that Eddie’s got a friend to be with this summer,” he says fondly. Steve nods again, his eyes meeting Eddie’s and he’s clearly panicking inside as he wordlessly takes a sip of his coffee.

Eddie looks up at Wayne, who looks confused at the sudden mood shift, and Wayne raises his eyebrows. Eddie raises his own eyebrows, turns to look at the flowers on the counter pointedly, back at Wayne, over at Steve (who’s staring at the table awkwardly), back at Wayne. Jerks his chin forward.Hello?

Wayne looks at the flowers. At Steve. Only now does he seem to spot the red bruise on his neck, and his face relaxes as realisation dawns on him.

“Oh,” he says lightly. Steve looks up at him, wide-eyes, holding the mug tightly, his face flushed. “Well that’s nice too.” Steve exhales, and Wayne gives him a reassuring smile. “Munson and Harrington, huh?”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums proudly, his chin back on his knee as he gazes at Steve. “Lucky me.”

Steve scoffs, shaking his head, and Wayne is still smiling fondly.

He and Steve get along. They end up talking about sports, basketball and swimming, and as they’re chatting, Eddie gets up to go into the kitchen. He puts himself a cup of coffee, finding the sugar and cream in the fridge, grinning when he hears Wayne laugh softly. (Steve doesn’t take sugar or cream. Eddie calls him a menace to society.) His eyes catch on the flowers as he’s mixing the coffee. He smiles again.

Wayne leaves for work a little while later. He tells Steve to come by if he ever needs anything. Eddie thinks he must have some idea of what Steve’s parents are like. He waves bye to Eddie, and Eddie waits until the door is shut to approach Steve. standing behind him and using his mug-less hand to tug at his hair.

Steve lifts his chin, tilting his head back to look up at him, and Eddie leans down to kiss his smiling lips. He tastes like coffee.

Eddie wants to say it.

He doesn’t.

—————————

“I’m going to Starcourt tomorrow,” Steve says, his voice light. Eddie’s fingers pause in his hair, and he moves his book, looking down at Steve.

“What time?”

Steve sighs, shifting his head to push into Eddie’s hand, and Eddie smiles, tugging his hair, twirling it around his fingers.

“Probably ‘round noon,” he says. He’s knocking his feet against the floor in time with the music. (Creatures of the Night by Kiss. Steve seems to like Kiss.) “You wanna come?”

“To Starcourt?”

Eddie sets aside his book, folding the corner of the page down a bit.

“Mhmm. You can go to that music store or something while I’m at Scoops. Then we can, like…” He sighs again, lifting his chin as Eddie traces the bridge of his nose. “Get takeaway. Go on a date in your van.”

Eddie hums, suppressing a smile even though Steve’s eyes are closed.

“That sounds fun.”

He runs his finger down Steve’s nose again, then over his lips, tracing his silhouette, and Steve opens his mouth, his tongue flicking over Eddie’s fingertip. Eddie snorts, and Steve grins.

“I thought you were gonna take a nap.”

“‘d rather suck on your fingers,” Steve mumbles, and a laugh bursts out of Eddie.

“And they call me the freak.”

Steve just laughs lightly, settling against Eddie’s lap as Eddie combs through his hair again. Eddie gazes at him for a moment, at the moles that are scattered across his skin, at the fan of his eyes lashes.

He taps his bottom lip.

“Open.”

Steve does, his mouth opening in a triumphant grin, and Eddie shakes his head at him, smiling fondly. Steve lets out a satisfied hum when Eddie finally slides a finger into his mouth, his lips closing around it as he sucks gently, but Eddie taps his lip again, this time with his thumb.

“Stevie, open.”

Steve opens obediently, and Eddie’s stomach does a somersault. He slides his finger over Steve’s tongue, traces the ridges of his teeth, rubs his spit over his lips to make them shine.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” he whispers. Steve’s cheeks flush pink. His eyes flutter open, when Eddie looks into them, they’re glassy.

“Can I sit on your lap?” he asks softly when Eddie pulls his hand away.

“Of course, come here.”

Steve beams and lifts his head, licking his lips as he swings a leg across Eddie’s lap, stabilising himself by holding onto the edge of Eddie’s bed. Eddie sets a hand on his hip, squeezing, gripping him tightly, and as Steve settles, he finds Eddie’s other hand and brings it to his mouth.

Eddie gazes at him as he licks across his hand, his tongue sliding into the indents between his knuckles, his teeth grazing his rings. He watches his eyes drift shut again, watches his face relax like he’s melting.

Steve takes two of his fingers in his mouth, holding his hand between his own, and Eddie shivers as his fingertips press into the pool of spit under Steve’s tongue.

“Stevie,” he murmurs softly. Steve hums, opening his eyes fo looks at him. They’re shining like he’s high, and Eddie smiles at him. “You wanna get off?”

Steve blinks slowly at him. Nods.

Eddie turns to reach up to his bedside table and blindly rummages through the drawer for lube as Steve sighs, sucking gently and squeezing his hand. Eddie pulls his hand away from his mouth after a few moments, reaching down to pull him out of his sweatpants, and Steve buries his fingers in Eddie’s hair, his head dropping as Eddie touches him.

Eddie smiles at him, listening to the slick sound of his hand moving, to Steve’s soft, broken breath. When he lifts his head, his eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes squeezed shut. Eddie gazes, awestruck.

“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes. Steve is biting his lower lip, holding back the muffled noises that are trying to escape him, and Eddie presses his thumb to his lip, pulling it free. “Lemme hear you.”

“Eddie,” Steve chokes, rocking his hips up into Eddie’s hand, his hands squeezing in his hair.

“I know, I got you,” Eddie murmurs, biting his lip. He loves how Steve sounds. Moaning and whining and fucking whimpering like he’s going to cry.

Eddie’s chest aches when he realises that heiscrying, his eyes welling with tears as he lets out a noise that Eddie can feel in his bones.

“Do we need to pause?” Eddie asks breathlessly, and Steve shakes his head desperately.

“No, don’t stop,” he says firmly, shakily. “Keep— Keep going, Eddie,please.”

“I got you,” he murmurs.

Steve finds Eddie’s other hand and pulls it to his face, holding it against his cheek, and Eddie can feel his tears and spit on his skin. He leans forward, catching a line of spit that’s dripping down Steve’s chin with his tongue.

Eddie’s never been a religious man. (It’s hard to be when most of the religious people he’s known hate him just for existing.)

But ifanythingis holy to Eddie, it’s this. Steve Harrington sitting in his lap, so out of his mind with pleasure that he’s crying and drooling and whimpering Eddie’s name.

It’s light in Eddie’s room, still mid afternoon, but Steve looks like he’s glowing. Like there should be a halo around his head.

His hand tightens on Eddie’s on his face, and he’s crying and crying and working his hips up and down, and Eddie moves his hand faster, watching Steve’s mind go blank, watching his face relax, his mouth falling open to let out a broken wail that almost resembles Eddie’s name. And then Steve is coming, his body tensed as tears fall down his cheeks.

He collapses against Eddie when it’s done, breathing hard, and Eddie holds his hand out to the side, careful not to touch him, not to get lube and come all over his shirt or hair. Steve buries his face in Eddie’s neck, mumbling and murmuring, and it takes Eddie a moment to understand him.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank—

“Thank you?” Eddie repeats softly, laughing. “That good, huh?”

Steve groans.

“God, Eddie, I think I blacked out.”

Eddie laughs softly, turning to press a soft kiss to Steve’s temple. Steve lifts his head, kissing him before he just looks at him. His eyes are half shut, and he’s smiling. Eddie tilts his head, using his clean hand to wipe away the tears that linger on his skin.

He looks over at his hand, still hovering in the air, tilting it to see his skin shine, and Steve follows his eyes to look before Eddie brings it to his own mouth, licking his thumb. Steve bursts into laughter, tugging his hair.

“You’redisgusting.”

“You’re the one with a hand fetish.”

Steve just laughs again, then looks at Eddie’s hand thoughtfully before he leans down and takes his finger into his mouth. Eddie raises his eyes.

Steve pulls away, wrinkling his nose and smacking his lips.

“‘S not good.” Eddie snickers. “I like yours better.”

“Jesus Christ, okay. Lemme go wash my hands so I can clean you up.”

Steve exhales, grinning.

“Okay.”

He shifts off of his lap, sitting on the ground as Eddie gets up.

Eddie goes to wash his hands in the bathroom, then reaches under the sink for a washcloth, waiting for the water to warm up a bit. Steve is sitting against the bed, his head tilted back to rest against it, tired and sated, and Eddie pauses in the door way, gazing at him, his heart swelling.

Steve sighs as Eddie cleans him up, reaching up to play with his hair, and Eddie tosses the washcloth away as he helps Steve back into his sweatpants (Eddie’s sweatpants) gently.

“You’re so sweet, Eddie,” Steve mumbles.

“C’mere, baby.” He tugs Steve up and Steve goes heavily, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck and falling to the bed, bringing Eddie with him, laughing. “You need some water?”

“Not right now,” Steve says, sighing, hugging him tighter, twining their legs. “Just hold me for a while.”

“Okay.”

Steve has a nightmare around one in the morning. Eddie wakes up to Steve sitting in the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, breathing hard.

“Stevie?”

Steve doesn’t say anything, and Eddie sits up, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and he reaches out, gently running his hand across his back.

“You’re okay,” Eddie says softly, moving so his chest presses to Steve’s back, sliding his hand around to press over Steve’s heart. “Deep breaths.”

Steve inhales deeply, his chest rising and falling, and Eddie sets his chin on his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Steve leans against him, shivering and taking a trembling breath. His hand presses over Eddie’s, holding it to himself tightly. His hand is shaking.

“What happened?” Eddie whispers when Steve’s breathing slows. “You wanna talk about it?”

Steve exhales, his head falling to rest on Eddie’s.

“Can’t.”

Eddie sighs, swallowing his frustration, for Steve’s sake.

“It’s okay, baby,” Eddie murmurs. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.”

Steve turns slightly, enough to tuck his face into Eddie’s neck, and Eddie wraps his arms around him, tightly, the way he likes.

“Come back to bed,” Eddie murmurs. Steve presses his face closer.

“Don’t wanna sleep,” he says. His voice is soft, whiney, childish, exhausted. Resigned. Eddie squeezes him tighter.

“I know, baby, but you need to,” he whispers.

“It’s gonna come back.”

Eddie blinks, running his hand up and down Steve’s back.

“I’ll be right here,” he tells him gently. “If it comes back, you got me, baby.”

Steve lifts his head. Looks at him, his eyes flicking back and forth between Eddie’s before he leans in and kisses him.

Eddie closes his eyes, lifting a hand to hold his face, kissing him as softly, as gently as he can, trying to say everything he can’t say out loud.

When Steve pulls away, he takes a deep breath, slowly, and Eddie nods, kissing his forehead. He waits until Steve falls asleep to close his eyes.

They sleep in when the sun rises. Or, at least, Steve does. Eddie just gazes at him. Traces his features with a feather-light touch so he doesn’t wake him up. The morning light is golden, and Steve looks like art, like he should be in a stained-glass window in a cathedral, like he should be in a painting, in a good frame, in the Louvre or something. Gazed at and studied by artists and scholars and mesmerised passersby.

Steve wears a polo shirt. (He has a collection of clothes he leaves at Eddie’s. Eddie has a collection of clothes he braces at Steve’s. When Eddie graduates he’ll ask Steve if he wants to move in together. Find some little apartment in Indianapolis or something.)

He has that stupid cute Christian school boy look that makes Eddie weak. Shirt tucked into his jeans, collar neatly pressed, hair smoothed back, sipping coffee and looking up at Eddie with his shiny princess eyes and perfect pink lips.

“What?” he asks, lowering his mug as Eddie stares at him from the kitchen.

“You’re hot.”

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Horn dog.”

“Only for you, sweet cheeks.” He sits across from Steve at the table, brings his legs up onto his chair and looks over his knees at him. “You sleep okay?”

Steve looks at him, blinking at him, his eyes softening.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “Thank you, Eddie.”

Eddie tilts his head. Reaches across the table to tap the end of his nose. Steve scrunches his nose and sips his coffee.

“I care about you,” Eddie says abruptly. Steve stares at him. “A lot. I care about you a lot.”

Steve’s lips curve into a smile and he leans over the table, setting his elbow on it and resting his face in his palm.

“Why’s that?“

Eddie blinks.

“Why do I care about you?”

“Mhmm.” He’s smiling almost smugly. “Why?”

Eddie clears his throat, leaning over his legs, wrapping his arms around them.

“Well, let’s see.” He tilts his head, taking a breath. “You’re a sweetheart. Seriously one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known in my life. You take care of little kids like they’re your own even though you… never had a good, like. Parental role model.” Steve blinks. Listening. “You’re a good…goodperson. Even though you don’t think so.”

“Eddie…”

“And you’re… you’re so kind. You’re the only person that’s ever treated me like you do. Except, like. My uncle. Even though you were… one of the dicks at school.”

Steve’s face falls, and he’s listening so hard he looks like he might cry. Eddie tilts his head at him. Gazing.

“You’re not what I expected, Steve Harrington.”

Steve smiles at him again.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Well, we’ve been doing this for a few months now, and every day I fall harder for you, so yeah.” Eddie sets his chin on his knee. “I think it’s a good thing.”

Steve hesitates, spinning his mug on the table, staring at him. He licks his lips before he speaks.

“I care about you too. A lot.”

Eddie wants to cry.

He already kind of knew that Steve cares about him.

Because of the way he treats him. The way he hugs Eddie after his gigs at the Hideout, the way he listens intently while Eddie rambles and babbles about D&D, the way he’s helped Eddie with homework. The way he’s brought Eddie bagels in the morning in case he didn’t have breakfast. (The way he’s known Eddie didn’t have breakfast.) The way he tugs Eddie’s hair the way he likes.

The way he brought Eddie flowers and came over on the day of his own graduation just because he knew Eddie was going to be having a bad day.

He knows Steve cares about him. But hearing out loud makes it sound like something else. Something he’d like to hear, but something neither of them can say quite yet. (Something neither of them really have to say.)

Eddie just smiles. So brightly he almost can’t see.

Steve sits up, leaning across the table far enough to kiss Eddie’s lips.

Eddie waits in the music store while Steve is at Scoops, skims through vinyls and posters and cassette tapes, finding things he likes and wants but can’t afford. (A depressing pastime of his.)

He catches Steve’s eyes when Steve into the music store, and he raises his eyebrows, asking, and Steve shoots him a beaming smile and a thumbs up.

“I’ll get lunch,” Eddie says when Steve approaches him, dropping a cassette. Steve glances at it, nodding. “What do you want? Hot dog on a stick?”

Steve laughs lightly, tilting his head. His eyes flick down Eddie’s face.

“Surprise me.” He leans ever closer, too close. “Whatever’s romantic,” he adds quietly. Eddie’s cheeks flush.

“Right. Basket of red roses—”

Steve laughs.

“Can’t eat red roses.”

“Not if you don’t try hard enough.”

Steve laughs again. Eddie wants to kiss him. Steve jerks his head toward the exit of the music store.

“Go on,” he says lightly. “I gotta get something, I’ll meet you at the van.”

“Okay.” Eddie voice is too dreamy. He clears his throat and leaves.

They have lunch by Lovers Lake. With the back doors to the van open, their legs swinging over the edge as they eat, one of Eddie’s mixes playing from the speakers.

“So you got the job?”

“I got the job.”

“Hell yeah.” He looks at Steve’s profile. His hair is falling in his face, and Eddie watches his jaw as he chews. “Can’t wait to see you in that uniform.”

“God,” Steve complains with his mouth full, grimacing. “The fucking uniform.”

“Those shorts…” Eddie gushes, leaning and elbowing Steve, who snorts and shoves him back.

“You’re gonna come to Scoops just to ogle at my ass, aren’t you?”

“No promises,” Eddie says lightly, taking a bite of his orange chicken. “But yes.”

Steve almost chokes.

“You’re relentless.”

Eddie just kisses his shoulder.

—————————

“Okay, what is going on? You’re not telling me something.”

Eddie glances at him, suppressing a smile as he refocusses on the road. He squeezes Steve’s thigh, slipping his fingertips under the hemline of his shorts. (His fucking shorts. Blue with white stripes, slightly too short, riding up every time he sits, exposing his pale thighs. Eddie can barely keep his hands off of him.)

“It’s nothing, sweetheart.”

“Notnothing,” Steve argues playfully, reaching down to take his hand. pressing it against his leg harder, lacing their fingers. “Tell me.”

“I—“ He glances at Steve again, grinning. “I’ll tell you when we get home.”

“Or…” Steve squeezes his hand again, sliding it further up his inner thigh. “You could tell me right now.”

“Steve.”

“Eddie.” He drags Eddie’s hand further, settling it over his crotch. “Tell me.”

Eddie tightens his hand, eliciting a happy hum from Steve, and he sighs heavily, licking his lips before he pulls his hand away, turning the car and pulling over. He parks, and turns in his seat to face Steve, who beams at him.

“You’re so annoying,” Eddie says fondly, and Steve unbuckles his seatbelt, shifting to face him. The red tassel things on his shirt swing. Eddie uses them to pull him into a short kiss.

“Tell me,” Steve says, resting his head on his seat and looking at Eddie like they’re lounging in his room instead of in the van on the side of a desolate road. “Why are you so smiley today?“

Eddie licks his lips again, settling his hands in his lap.

“Uh.”

“Eddie.”

“I got a job.”

Steve blinks, his smile faltering, and he leans forward.

“What?”

“I got a job,” Eddie says again, grinning so brightly it hurts. He’s giggling, and Steve’s eyes are wide, and then he’s laughing and shoving Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie catches his hand, laughing.

“What thehell?Where?“

“Morgan’s,” Eddie says, beaming. Steve’s eyes are shining. “The mechanic.”

“Eddie!”

“Steve.”

Steve leans in over the center console, kissing him hard and holding his face and giggling as their lips press. Eddie smiles, reaching up and holding Steve’s face between his hands.

“Jesus,” Steve says softly when they part, kissing him again. “I’m so proud of you, oh my god.”

Eddie’s face is sore.

“I, uhm. I told Morgan that I’m, uh. Retaking senior year. Again. And he said that it’s cool,” Eddie says, stammering his way through the sentence as Steve stares into his eyes. “That when the school year starts, I can, uhm, do my homework when it’s not too busy.”

Steve is smiling, his thumbs brushing over Eddie’s cheeks softly, tenderly, like he’s fragile.

“That’s really nice.”

“The only thing is, uhm.” Eddie swallows and sits back, taking Steve’s hands off his face and holding them. “I’m gonna have a lot of hours this summer, and I— I’m gonna have to be at the shop a lot.”

“…Alright,” Steve says lightly, like he doesn’t get why Eddie is so nervous.

“We won’t be able to see each other as much,” he adds. Steve smiles, squeezing his hand.

“Eddie, that’s fine,” he says softly, tilting his head. “It’ll be okay.”

Eddie just looks at him, eyes flicking back and forth between his eyes like he’s trying to read his mind.

“Babe,” Steve says kindly. Eddie’s heart melts. “We’re not fifteen. We’re both… kind of adults. With jobs. And I’m not a goldfish,” he says, lifting a hand to touch Eddie’s cheeks. The sun is setting outside, red and orange golden light shining behind Steve and making his fly away hair shine like spun gold. “It’s not like I’m gonna forget what you look like.”

Eddie snorts, turning his face into Steve’s hand.

“And, you know.” Steve brushes his thumb over his cheek again. “You can still call. And sleep over.”

“You won’t mind if I call every night?”

“Find out,” Steve says teasingly. He leans in and kisses his lips chastely, then his forehead. “And…” He trails off, his cheeks turning pink, his hand falling.

“And?” Eddie reaches out and nudges him. “And what?”

“I don’t know, I mean.” He relaxes into his seat uncomfortably, avoiding Eddie’s eyes. “Someday we’re gonna be… Actual, like— real-life adults. With actual adult jobs. And…” He shrugs.

Eddie stares, his hand tightening on Steve’s.

“You thinkin’ about the future, Harrington?”

“Maybe a little.” He looks up at Eddie shyly. “Kinda want you there.”

Eddie leans back in his seat, exhaling, gripping Steve’s fingers.

“…Really?”

Steve huffs out a small laugh, shifting their hands to run over his knuckles and his rings.

“Yeah,” he says, almost nervously. “Is that…” He pauses, looking at Eddie. He swallows. “Is that cool?“

Eddie reaches out and grabs the red tassels again, closing his burning eyes and kissing him, sucking Steve’s lower lip between his and sighing as if in relief when Steve’s hands find his face again.

Steve tilts his head, pulling him in closer so they’re both leaning over the center console, and he slides his hands into his hair, his fingers tightening as their tongues slide. Eddie hums softly, sucking and smiling and tugging on Steve’s shirt.

“So it’s cool?” Steve asks breathlessly when they part.

“Jesus,” Eddie breathes, letting their foreheads meet. “Yeah, it’s cool, it’s so cool, baby,” he mumbles, already pulling him back in.

Eddie likes working at Morgan’s.

It’s noisy and messy and everything makes sense to him in a way that nothing except music ever has. He doesn’t even mind the feeling of grease and oil on his hands, doesn’t mind people looking over his shoulder as he works.

His boss plays music from speakers around the shop, music that makes the floor vibrate, loud and borderline obnoxious, but it somehow helps Eddie focus.

He works late, later than Steve. Except on Wednesdays, when he gets off at noon. He goes to see Steve at Scoops, has lunch in his break room with him and his coworker, Robin, who joins Eddie in teasing Steve. She’s cool, Eddie decides when he first meets her, looking at her over the buckets of ice cream. She looks slightly dead inside, looking Eddie and down with a half-assed customer service smile.

“Hi… Robin,” Eddie says brightly, squinting at her name tag, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Hi,” she responds dryly, raising her eyebrows. She’s wearing two layered chains around her neck, and leather cuffs around her wrists. Cool.

“Uh, is Steve here?”

She raises an eyebrow at him, then turns over her shoulder to look at the window behind her.

“Hey, dingus,” she calls. “You’ve got a visitor.”

There’s a clamber, and the window slides open abruptly, and Steve is there, wide-eyed and red-faced. He grins. Eddie’s heart swells.

“I didn’t know you had friends your age,” Robin says snarkily, interrupting the moment, and Steve shoots her a look.

“Eddie,” Steve says, beckoning with a jerk of his head. “C’mon.”

Eddie gives Robin a bright smile and heads to the door. Steve shoots her one last look and shuts the window.

“Hey, Eddie,” Steve says quietly, kissing him quickly, secretly.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers, reaching out to tug on his shirt. “Where’s your sailor cap?”

“Oh, is that what you came for?”

“That, and…”

He leans over, watching Steve go back to where he was sitting, staring pointedly at the hem of his shorts. Steve looks at him and snorts.

“Okay, Eddie.”

“And you, pretty thing,” he picks up a chair and spins it around, sitting with his chest to the back of it. “Of course, you.”

Steve sits with his legs up on his chair the way Eddie always does, and Eddie glances down to see the backs of his thighs. Steve snorts again, sliding a sandwich wrapped in tin foil across the table.

“How’s work?” Steve asks, speaking with his mouth full.

Eddie grins.

“Work’s good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He unwraps the bagel, looking at it, suppressing a smile. “I like it,” he says, looking up at Steve, whose head is tilted fondly. “I like it a lot.”

Steve smiles at him, taking a breath to say something, but the door bursts open loudly.

“Jesus,” Steve exclaims, almost dropping his bagel. “Robin, what the hell?”

“I’m sobored,” she groans, letting the door shut and laying on her back on the table, her arms outstretched, almost hitting Eddie’s sandwich. “Why don’t people ever want ice cream during lunch hours?”

“Because it’s lunch time,” Steve says, looking at her, annoyed. “They’re eating real food.”

“Are you implying that ice cream isn’t real food?” Robin asks, rolling her head to look at him, kicking her feet. Eddie raises his eyes brows. “It’s just… imaginary?”

“I mean.”

“Eddie,” Robin says, rolling her head to the other side, looking at Eddie. “What do you do when you’re bored?”

“Uh, weed.”

“I don’t have any.”

“Annoy Steve.”

She looks at Steve again. Steve rolls his eyes.

Eddie gets an ice cream cone before he leaves. Butter pecan. Steve serves it for him, and takes a lick before he hands it over to him. Eddie’s cheeks flush as he watches Steve’s tongue disappear into his mouth, and he snatches the ice cream before he leaves.

He eats it in the front seat of his van. Stares into space, the taste of butter pecan and Steve on his tongue, I Was Made For Lovin’ You playing so loud other people in the parking lot can probably hear it.

—————————

They don’t see each other as often anymore.

On Wednesdays they have lunch at Scoops, usually joined by Robin, and they call each other every night. Steve always picks up within the first two rings, always withHarrington. Eddie sleeps over every once in a while, and Steve sleeps over every once in a while.

Steve comes over one day when Eddie isn’t home, but Wayne is. Eddie comes home to find him curled up on the sofa, a mug of tea in his hands, some football game on the television. He’s chatting with Wayne, but even from the doorway Eddie can see the quiet sort of absence in his eyes.

He pauses in the doorway, looking.

“Hey,” he says lightly. “Wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

Steve shrugs half-heartedly.

“Got lonely,” he says softly.

Eddie pauses again, goes over to him, kisses the top of his head.

“Lemme take a shower, I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Mhmm.”

He can already see Steve’s eyes glaze over slightly, and he sends Wayne a look. Wayne just gives him a nod.

He takes the fastest shower he’s ever taken in his life, quickly scrubs off all the oil and grease and sweat from his body, scrubbing his hair dry in a way Steve would hate.

He rejoins him on the sofa when he’s dressed, immediately wrapping his arm around his shoulders, and he gently touches his face even though Wayne is watching.

“You okay?” he asks softly, running his hand down to his neck, holding the side of it.

“‘M having a bad day,” Steve breathes. He reaches up and sets his hand on Eddie’s, curling his fingers around Eddie’s. His eyes drift shut, and he leans against Steve, swaying like he’s fainting.

“I got you,” Eddie breathes. Wayne gets up and gently takes Steve’s mug from his hand, and Steve looks up at him blearily, thanking him under his breath.

Wayne sits back in his armchair. Watches the game.

Eddie brushes his fingers through Steve’s hair, guides his head to rest on Eddie’s shoulder, keeps holding his neck the way he likes.

“You wanna spend the night, sweetheart?” he asks softly.

Steve nods silently. Nuzzles into Eddie’s shoulder and shifts closer, moving so his legs rest over Eddie’s lap.

Eddie gathers him closer, kissing his forehead and murmuring to him.

“‘S okay. Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

“Don’t wanna sleep,” Steve slurs, pressing his face into Eddie’s neck.

“I know, Stevie, just…” He sighs. “Let yourself be tired, baby. I’m right here.”

Steve pulls at Eddie’s arm, tugging it closer, and Eddie slides it all the way around him, pulling Steve onto his lap completely and hugging him tightly.

Steve falls asleep, his breath soft on Eddie’s skin. Eddie carries him to his room, carefully lays him on his bed, watches him press his face into his pillow. Wonders if he’s slept at all lately.

He leaves a lamp on before he climbs into bed with him. He leaves the light on even Steve isn’t there.

Around half past three he wakes up to a scream.

Steve is sitting up, throwing his arms out, yelling the nameMike. Eddie wakes with a gasp, jumping, looking to find Steve in the dark, his heart pounding.

“Jesus, Steve,” he exhales, reaching out touch him, but Steve hits his hand away, his eyes wide, terrified. “Hey.”

Steve is breathing hard, too hard, looking around the room frantically.

“Stevie, sweetheart,” Eddie says gently, taking a deep breath. “It’s just a dream, you’re okay.”

“Eddie,” Steve breathes, his eyes meeting Eddie’s finally.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Eddie says, nodding, turning to face him just as the door flies open. Wayne steps inside, eyes wide, finding Steve.

“What’s going on, I heard…” He trails off, and Eddie looks back at him.

“It’s a— Nightmare,” Eddie says, holding a hand and gesturing for him to stay back. “It’s okay, he’s okay. Right?” he asks Steve, nodding. Steve stares back, his breathing stuttering in his chest. “All the way, sweetheart,” he says gently. “You got it.” Steve squeezes his eyes shut, nodding and inhaling deeply.

“I’ll make more tea,” Wayne says before he leaves.

“His solution for everything,” Eddie says softly, his shoulders loosening when Steve’s lips curve into a weak smile. “One more time, baby, in all the way.”

“Touch me,” Steve breathes.

Eddie moves closer, touching his face carefully, tucking his hair back, running his hands down his neck to his shoulders, squeezing and rubbing. Steve lets him, moving with his hands, swaying.

“You alright?” Wayne asks when he comes back in, steaming mug in hand, and he sits on the edge of Eddie’s bed, holding the mug out for Steve, who takes it. Eddie is playing with his hair, carefully wiping a tear from his cheek.

“Thanks, Wayne,” Steve says softly, glancing up at him. He doesn’t answer the question.

“‘Course, kid.” He pats Steve’s cheek gently, the way he used to do Eddie’s when he was little. “You’re safe here.”

Steve just looks up at him with this look in his eyes. This… awful,painedlook in his eye. Like he knows something Wayne doesn’t.

Eddie combs through his hair when Steve looks into the mug.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Wayne says, holding Steve’s face a moment longer. “Try to get some sleep.”

Steve just nods.

“Baby,” Eddie whispers when Wayne shuts the door. Steve sips his tea. “You’re okay.” Steve nods. “And— And Mike’s okay.”

Steve takes a shuddering breath.

“I know.”

Eddie pauses, combing through his hair, watching him take another sip of his tea.

“Steve,” he says softly. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Steve swallows. Stares blankly into the tea. It’s rippling. His hand is shaking.

“I can’t,” he whispers.

Eddie sighs, pausing again. His chest hurts.

“Do you think… Do you think maybe talking about it might… might help?”

Steve shakes his head.

“No.”

Eddie inhales deeply, holding the back of Steve’s neck.

“Stevie—”

“It won’t help, Eddie.” Steve’s tone is firm. Resigned. “I know it won’t. I just— I can’t.”

Eddie lets his head fall to Steve’s shoulder.

“You could try.”

“Eddie,” Steve says softly. He takes a deep breath. Exhales over the tea. “I didn’t… I didn’t say I don’t want to. I said Ican’t.”

“What does ‘can’t’ mean?” Eddie asks, lifting his head. Steve swallows, his lips shifting like he’s going to cry.

“Legally.” He looks into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie stares, pulling his head back, his hand holding Steve’s neck. “Legally, I can’t talk about it.” He looks away, back at the tea. “I signed an NDA.” Another pause, before he adds, softer, “We all did.”

“Jesus, Steve,” Eddie breathes. “The fuck is going on in your life, man?“

“Way too much, Eddie.” Steve laughs tearfully. “Way too fucking much.”

He looks up at the wall, still laughing, but his eyes are welling with tears.

“Even if I told you, you…” He exhales, his eyes glassy. “You wouldn’t believe any of it.”

Eddie’s lips part, and he tilts his head.

“Baby…”

“I don’t—“ He chokes, taking a breath. “I’m sorry, Eddie. I’m so— I’m so sorry.”

“Stevie—“

“This is all…” He gasps, a tear falling. His hands are shaking. Eddie takes the tea from him, setting it in his bedside table before he holds his hands gently. “It’s all so much, you didn’t— you know—”

“Steve, deep breath,” Eddie says softly, moving to hold his face. He presses his forehead to Steve’s, inhaling. Steve takes a stuttering, shaky breath, reaching up to hold Eddie’s face, crying. “I don’t mind.”

“Eddie,” Steve almost whines, pulling away, crying, gesturing aimlessly with his hands. “I wake you up in— in the middle of the night, screaming and— and crying like a fuckingbaby, and I can’t even fucking tell youwhy, and you— How are you— How can you notmind?”

“Because I love you.”

Steve blinks, freezing.

Another tear falls, and Eddie wipes it away.

“Eddie,” Steve says, shaking his head, and Eddie nods, moving closer.

“I do, Steve,” he breathes. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Eddie,” Steve whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut, his face contorting as he cries harder.

“Come here.”

Steve falls against him, sobbing, holding his arm tightly, and Eddie presses his face into Steve’s hair, holding him, rocking back and forth, squeezing his eye shut as they start to burn too. His tears fall to Steve’s hair.

When Steve stops crying, Eddie doesn’t let go. He holds him until he knows he’s asleep, then shifts to lay down, Steve’s face in Eddie’s throat.

His alarm clock goes off in the morning. They both startle awake at the same time, and Eddie throws his hand out to smack it off, smoothing over Steve’s head with his other hand. It’s dark in his room, sunlight sneaking through the tiny windows, barely bright enough.

“Sorry, baby,” he says roughly, letting his head fall back to the pillow. Steve groans softly, his arm around Eddie’s waist. “You have work today?”

“Mm-mm.”

“Okay.” He sighs, turning to kiss his forehead. “I have to go to work,” he says after a moment. “I’m gonna be back tonight.” Steve hums softly. “Wayne is gonna be home today. He might go out to get groceries and stuff, but…”

Steve sighs, nodding.

“Go back to sleep, my love,” Eddie says softly. “I’ll see you later.”

He changes in the dark, by the light of the sun and lamp, pushing his hair back, yawning. Glancing at Steve’s sleeping body. Thinking about how he could get used to this: getting ready for work while Steve sleeps in his bed.

He pauses before he leaves, leaning over to push Steve’s hair out of his face, just to look at him.

Steve catches his wrist before he can leave, opening his eyes and taking a breath.

“Wait— Eddie,” he says, his voice rough with sleep, his eyes almost closed. Eddie leans back down, setting his other hand in his hair.

“Yeah, Stevie.”

“I…” He hesitates, looking up at him, his grip loosening on his wrist. He’s blinking blearily, looking for Eddie in the dim light. “I— I love you. Too.” He swallows, looking at him as the floor opens up around Eddie, and the sky swallows him whole. “I love you too.”

“Oh,” Eddie breathes.

“Kiss.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, blinking tears back. “Of course, sweetheart.”

He leans down, kissing Steve desperately, and Steve kisses him back, his other hand reaching to cradle the back of his head.

He tastes like morning breath, and smells like cigarettes and weed and a little bit like chamomile tea, and Eddie wants to cry.

“Thank you,” Steve says softly when they part, their lips still brushing.

“For what, sweetheart?”

Steve hesitates, taking a short breath. His fingers push into Eddie’s hair.

“Loving me,” he says, almost like a question. Eddie’s chest hurts.

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” He leans back, looking at Steve, brushing his fingertips over his face. “‘S my favourite thing in the world.”

Steve smiled weakly.

“Thank you anyway.”

Eddie shakes his head fondly, kissing him again.

“Go to sleep. I’ll see if I can get off early today.”

“Okay.”

—————————

Eddie can hear the fireworks from the trailer. He’s always hated fireworks.

He doesn’t mind loud noises, obviously, but the cracks are always unexpected, random. Painful.

They’ve been going on for a while. Eddie heard something about the mayor going all out this year, with rides and food and music and all that celebratory shit, but Eddie doesn’t really care. He’s never cared much for the fourth of July, but he especially doesn’t care for it when it’s this noisy.

He kind of just what’s Steve to be here already.

He said he’d come over tonight. Go to fair with Robin for a while while Eddie’s at work, come over for a late dinner, which Eddie is making right now, flinching at the fireworks as he cooks as best he can.

When dinner is done he sets it on the counter. Looks at it, judging it. He made it look as pretty as he could, which sing very pretty, but he doesn’t think Steve will mind. They’re next to the glass that held the flowers Steve got him, which are all withered and dead, but Wayne hasn’t touched them.

He waits for Steve.

For a long time.

Long after the fireworks end, and the world is quiet, and the food is cold, and Eddie is staring at it like it’s gonna explode.

His stomach is tight, and there’s something wrong. He knows it.

Steve said he’d come over tonight.

Eddie tries to take some deep breathes, gripping the sink, closing his eyes.

He’s probably still out with Robin. Lost track of time at the fair. Forgot about his plans with Eddie. (Which doesn’t feel great to think about but it still does make him feel better somehow.) He was probably tired after work, after the fair, went home and fell asleep.

Eddie snaps, reaches for the phone and calls Steve.

He waits, biting his lip, tapping the counter. First ring. Second ring.

Third ring.

Eddie’s stomach falls. His hand stills on the counter, and he swallows, his heart beating too fast.

He keeps waiting, but Steve doesn’t answer.

He’s not home. That’s the only explanation; healwaysanswers within two rings.Always. He has to still be out with Robin.

Eddie sets the phone down, biting his nail anxiously, taking a shaky breath.

Then he calls again. No answer.

His hands are shaking as he sets down the phone again, and he bites his nail anxiously.

He drinks some water at the sink.

Paces around the living room.

Waits.

Until the pit in his stomach is unbearable, and then he’s leaving, the door slamming behind him, and he’s getting in the van, breathing hard as he drives to Steve’s.

There are still celebrations going on. Small fireworks, kids with sparklers. It falls quiet as he gets closer to Steve’s, the woods silent and almost dead, and Eddie’s heart pounds in his chest as the van pulls to a stop.

The lights aren’t on.

Eddie exhales shakily, tapping the wheel as adrenaline runs through his veins.

Steve always has the lights on.

Eddie pulls out of the driveway, speeding to town.

The fair is closing down, and Eddie slows down, looking around for Steve’s car, for Steve or Robin, but he doesn’t see them. Most people are smiling, laughing, packing lawn chairs into their cars, carrying giant stuffed animals and cotton candy and popcorn.

Eddie stops when he sees the mayor, whatever his name is with the fake TV smile and eyes that Eddie doesn’t trust. His face is bruised, a flesh coloured bandage over his broken nose, peeling off, and he’s holding a telephone that’s attached to his car, talking rapidly, desperately, wide-eyes. Eddie wishes he could lip read. He keeps driving, looking.

He’s gotta be Starcourt.

Eddie swallows anxiously, waiting as another car pulls out of parking lot.

Something is wrong at Starcourt. Eddie’s heart feels like it may stop beating as he pulls into the parking lot, looking at the ambulances, fire trucks, police cars, fuckingmilitaryvehicles. Red and blue flashing lights everywhere he looks. The mall is half gone, destroyed and smoking, and Eddie can’t breath.

He doesn’t even check to make sure the door is shut on the before he’s running into the crowd, desperately looking around cars and ambulances, hearing people talking and the crackle of police radios.

He sees Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, and Byers’s mom with a girl, holding her as she cries.

He keeps looking.

Until he finds Steve, sitting in the back of an ambulance, a thin blanket around his shoulders, in his Scoops uniform that’s stained with blood. His face is beaten, and bloody, his eye swollen almost shut, and Eddie exhales.

“Steve.”

Steve looks up at him as he gets closer, his eyes widening, and Eddie grabs him, his shoulders, as gently as he can.

“Jesus,” Eddie breathes, one of his hands touching his chin, tilting it up so he can analyse his face. His eyes are flashing with the police lights.

“Eddie, what— what are you doing here?” he asks softly, sounding upset.

“I— You…” He takes a breath. “We were supposed to have dinner.” Steve relaxes, realisation dawning. “And you— you never came, and you weren’t answering the phone, and you weren’t home, and I just— I just had this feeling—“

“‘M okay, Eddie,” Steve says quietly. “I’m sorry, I…”

“Jesus, what the hell is going on, Stevie? Who did this?”

Steve looks up at him, setting a hand on Eddie’s wrist. He looks… out of it.

“Russians under Starcourt,” he says.

Eddie blinks.

“Russian… Stevie, what?” He leans down, looking into his eyes, touching his cheek. Steve just looks at him, blinking blankly. “Baby, I think you’re concussed.”

“I am,” Steve agrees, nodding. “Doctor said.”

“Jesus, Steve.”

“‘M okay, Eddie,” Steve mumbles, reaching up to touch his face. “‘S just one more.”

Eddie exhales. His heart is still beating too fast.

“Eddie,” Steve says softly. He nudges Eddie’s face with his hand.

“Yeah, Stevie.”

“Wanna kiss.”

Eddie inhales, holding the less bruised side of his face gently, and he pulls away, looking over his shoulder. He scans the parking lot. Everyone is doing something, going somewhere, talking to someone, focussed and intent. He looks over his other shoulder.

No one’s looking.

He lets go of Steve’s cheek, reaching to the door of the ambulance, and he pulls it closed, hiding the two of them. He leans down, kissing Steve as softly as he can.

His lip tastes like blood. (Probably on account of… Well. The blood. Eddie doesn’t care, though.) Steve’s fingers push into his hair, holding him gently.

Eddie pulls away after a short moment.

“Eddie,” Steve says in a weak voice. “Baby. More.” He tugs at his hair.

“We’re in public, sweetheart,” Eddie says softly, touching his face, brushing his thumb over his cheekbone. “When we… When we get home. I’ll kiss you again.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, baby.” He takes a breath, blinking his burning eyes. “I promise.”

“Okay.”

He lets go of Eddie hair, touching face for a moment. His knuckles are bruised too, his nail beds caked with dry blood.

“Are you waiting on anything?” Eddie asks, pushing the door back open.

“Doctor,” he says. “Needs to check me one last time. And, uhm. Robin.”

“Where’s Robin?”

“With Max.”

“Okay.” He pauses. “Who’s Max?”

Steve’s face falls. He tugs at Eddie’s shirt so he sits next to him, and Steve leans against him.

“One of the kids. She, uhm. Billy’s stepsister.”

“Oh.”

“Billy’s dead,” Steve adds before Eddie can say anything. Eddie’s eyes widen and he looks at Steve, who’s staring blankly into space. “He didn’t… He didn’t make it.”

“Jesus.” He lets his arm stretch across Steve’s back, holding him. “Is Max okay?”

“Physically, yeah, but she… I mean. ‘S not gonna be easy.”

“Yeah, of course.”

He stays quiet for a while. A medic comes by and checks his eyes, cleans the cut under his lip again. He doesn’t say anything about the way Steve holds Eddie’s hand.

“Are you going to be caring for him?” the medic asks, looking at Eddie.

“Uh, yes.”

“Okay. Avoid loud noises, bright lights,” he says, and Eddie listens intently, nodding. “Television might not be great. Lots of water, no alcohol.”

Steve is almost sleepy, his head on Eddie’s shoulder as Eddie talks with the medic, who finishes his instructions with a glance at Steve and a quiet, “Just… Be gentle.”

“Always,” Eddie says without thinking, his cheeks flushing, but the medic just smiles.

Steve plays with Eddie’s fingers while they sit, tracing his rings.

“How was work today?”

Eddie snorts.

“You wanna know aboutmyday?”

Steve just huffs out a soft laugh, then squeezes his hand.

“You know…” He pauses, clearing his throat. “You know that NDA I mentioned?”

“Yeah?” He looks at him as he lifts his head, looking at him. Eddie carefully pushes his hair back. “Is this all… related?”

Steve just nods.

“Christ, Stevie.”

“‘S gonna be okay,” Steve says, but it almost sounds like he’s talking to himself. “‘S all gonna be fine.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, touching his cheek. “It’s gonna be okay.”

He kisses his forehead.

“Hey.”

Eddie startles, turning to find Robin approaching them, smiling softly. She’s wearing her Scoops uniform too, but it’s also bloodstained.

“Hey,” Eddie says, pulling away from Steve quickly, but Steve snatches his hand.

“She knows,” he says. “It’s fine.”

“Oh.”

Robin gives him a smile, sitting on Steve’s other side and letting her head fall to his shoulder.

“How’s Max?” he asks softly.

“She’s… She’ll be okay.” She sighs, fidgeting with her bracelet, and Steve reaches out to take her hand. She holds his tightly. “She’s going home with Lucas and Erica.”

“Okay.”

“Uhm.” She hesitates, swallowing and lifting her head to look at him. Eddie’s stomach twists. “Hopper didn’t make it.”

Steve stares at the ground.

“Shit.”

He closes his eyes, and his shoulders start to shake.

“El?” he asks weakly, his voice thick, turning to look at Robin with swimming eyes. “El, she— she knows?”

“Yeah,” Robin chokes. Eddie reaches behind Steve to press his hand to her back. She glances at him gratefully. “She’s staying with the Byers.”

“Okay,” Steve says breathlessly. He’s trying to cry. Eddie recognises it. “And— And Dustin? Mike and Nance?”

“Ms Henderson and Mrs Wheeler are here. They’re getting sorted with everyone before they go home.”

“Okay.”

Eddie squeezes his hand.

“Robin, what are you doing?” Eddie asks. “Your parents getting you?”

“No, they, uhm. They aren’t here. I might ask Nance if I… I don’t know.”

“Come home with us,” Eddie says. His chest hurts. “I have dinner and everything at home, and you can— you can borrow some clean clothes, and I can… drive you back to your place tomorrow.”

She stares at him over Steve’s head, her eyes brimming with tears, and he rubs her back gently.

“‘S okay,” he says softly. “Come home.”

They both say goodbye to the others. The girl that Eddie passed earlier is still crying, and Steve crouches down to talk quietly with her, to hug her.

Eddie realises he’s never actually seen Steve interact with the kids he loves so much, that he talks about constantly, that he dreams and cries about. He wishes he could have seen it in any context other than this: Steve holding a girl crying about her father dying.

He waits, gives them space, standing to the side, out of sight. Steve says goodbye to Nancy Wheeler and her brother (Mike, Eddie remembers, hearing the name screamed in Steve’s voice), and even says something to their mother, whose face is painted with worry and concern, who reaches out and touches Steve’s cheek, saying something almost gratefully.

Steve and Robin sit in the back of the van, cuddled together with their eyes closed. Eddie’s heart hurts.

He helps Steve up the steps to the trailer. He doesn’t seem to see well, especially with his eye almost swollen closed, and he’s a little dizzy, so as soon as they’re both on the sofa, Eddie gets him a glass of water and a painkiller.

They change in Eddie’s room, both borrowing sweatpants, and Robin wears a thick, heavy sweatshirt that’s been stained with grease and bleach. Steve reaches into Eddie’s closet himself and pulls out his favourite sweater of Eddie’s, heavy and too big for both of them.

While they change, Eddie microwaves the plates he left on the counter.

Robin eats silently while Eddie makes Steve lean against the wall in the kitchen so he can clean his face, carefully, gently wiping dry blood off his face with a warm washcloth.

“Can I have another kiss now?” Steve asks softly. Eddie smiles, touching his lip before he turns to toss the washcloth into the sink.

He takes a deep breath, holding Steve’s face as gently as he can.

“‘M so glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” Steve says quietly, reaching up to hold the back of his head, combing through his hair gently. Eddie lifts his chin, kissing him softly, tilting his head and nibbling his lower lip the way he likes.

He pulls away with a slick sound, smiling at Steve’s closed eyes, holding his chin.

“Gonna get you some ice, okay?”

“I love you,” Steve breathes. Eddie’s eyes immediately sting, and he swallows thickly, suppressing a smile by biting his lip.

“I love you too, baby,” Eddie tells him, touching his cheeks. He kisses him again, softly and carefully, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck as Steve grips his waist tightly. “Everything’s gonna be okay,” he whispers when they part, their forehead pressed together gently. “You know that, don’t you?”

“I know,” Steve says. “‘M sorry dinner didn’t go as planned.”

“‘S fine, sweetheart, I’m just glad you’re safe.” He kisses him. “And Buckley. Gotta feeling she’s gonna come along to a lot of our dates.”

Steve laughs softly.

“Probably.”

“Speaking of,” Eddie says, pulling away. “We’re third wheeling her. Come on.”

Steve and Robin fall asleep on the sofa, their arms around each other, and Eddie gets a blanket from his room, draping it over both of them gently before he takes the melting ice pack from Steve’s hand carefully. Steve hand immediately finds its place on Robin’s head, his fingers threading in her hair.

He tapes a note to the front door for Wayne.

quiet please ◡̈

Wayne comes home early in the morning, finds Robin and Steve in the sofa, Robin laying on Steve’s chest, both of them in Eddie’s clothes, and Eddie in the kitchen making coffee.

“This have to do with the mall fire?” he asks quietly, his eyes trailing along Steve’s face and hands that are resting on Robin’s back.

Eddie blinks at him before, “…Yeah.”

He knows Wayne wants to go to sleep, but Wayne stays up for a while, cooks up a meal for the three of them, prepares two new ice packs for Steve.

“Who’s the girl?” Wayne asks.

“Robin Buckley,” Eddie says fondly, despite only knowing her for a short time. “Band kid at Hawkins. Steve’s best friend.”

“She’s welcome here anytime, alright?”

“I know.”

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The cut under Steve’s lip heals nicely. It barely scars at all, but Eddie can see it if he’s looking for it. He tries not to.

Eddie’s chest hurts every time he remembers his concussion.

Concussions, he remembers, which just makes it hurt more. It's just one more, Steve had said. Which, to Eddie, isn’t something that’s fine to say about concussions. He’s said it himself, about tattoos, about guitar picks. But the concussions, while not entirely permanent, as proven by Steve’s ability to listen to Eddie’s music in the car and to be out in the bright sun without a headache, still have lasting effects.

Random, stabbing headaches every once in a while, headaches that make him squeeze his eyes shut and groan. Ringing in his ears that make him look over his shoulder like he’s looking for whatever’s making the noise before he realises it’s just his ears. Fuzz in his vision that makes him blink and squint until he just waits for it to pass.

Eddie can tell when he has a headache just by looking at him.

His eyes are usually squinting slightly, his eyebrows furrowed like he’s thinking too hard about something.

“Headache?”

Steve nods, closing his eyes for a moment as Eddie holds the door open for him.

“Teenagers are so fucking loud,” he grumbles, taking off his Family Video vest. “I don’t get why, it’s like they need to yell everything.”

“Go lay down,” Eddie says softly, letting Steve press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Okay.”

He gets some painkillers and pours a glass of water, and goes to find Steve in his room, pulling one of Eddie’s sweaters on. Eddie smiles.

“Would you rather take a painkiller or smoke?”

“Uhm.” Steve sighs, adjusting the sweater around his waist. “Smoke.”

“On it. Drink this.”

“Thanks.”

Steve sits cross-legged on the bed as he sips at the water, watching Eddie leave the painkillers on his bedside table and find a lighter and some joints he rolled earlier today. Eddie climbs onto the bed next to him, standing on the mattress before collapsing to sit cross-legged next to him, and Steve smiles softly.

Eddie holds a joint out to him, letting him take it between his lips before he sets aside the other joints and lights it for him. Steve’s eyes remain tried on Eddie the whole time, and it feels oddly intimate, watching the flame light up Steve’s face in the dim room.

“How’s your day?” Eddie says, watching Steve’s cheeks hallow as he inhales deeply and closes his eyes.

“Other than the headache and the teenagers, good. Better than yesterday,” he says softly before he blows the smoke out and holds the joint up for Eddie, who takes it and takes a short drag. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Eddie murmurs, leaning in and kissing him. Steve shifts, tugging at Eddie’s shin so he uncrosses his legs before he moves closer, sitting between Eddie’s legs with his own legs around Eddie’s waist. He plucks the joint from Eddie’s fingers, takes a long drag, and reaches out to hold Eddie’s chin, his fingers pressing into his cheeks and squeezing enough to prompt Eddie to open his mouth.

He does, leaning close as Steve blows the smoke into his mouth, and he breathes it all in until his lungs are full, and Steve kiss him deeply, his hand gripping his face.

“You’re so pretty,” Steve says softly, his eyes on Eddie’s lips as Eddie exhales the smoke, and Eddie smiles, reaching up to the back of Steve’s head.

“You’re prettier.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Steve pulls him back in, licking into his mouth. He tastes like artificial strawberries, and Eddie wants to get high onhim.

Steve pulls away, eyes half-shut, holding his tongue out, and Eddie leans in, licks it softly, smiling, and takes the joint from him.

He takes a long drag, tugging Steve’s hair and watching his eyes glaze over. (It’s not just from the weed, Eddie knows. Sometimes he just gets like this. Especially if something hurts, and especially when Eddie holds him like this: firmly but kindly.)

Eddie pulls his hand away, curling his fingers into a fist between their mouths, and Steve reaches up to hold his hand between his own, leaning down to press his lips against it. Eddie blows the smoke through his fist slowly, watching Steve’s eyes flutter shut.

Steve lifts his head, tilting it back to face the ceiling, and blows the smoke up. The evening sunlight is golden, gentle on Steve’s skin and making him glow. (If God is real, he used his best paints when he was working on Steve Harrington.)

Steve looks down at Eddie’s hand after he exhales. His eyelids look heavy.

Carefully, he uncurls Eddie’s fingers, traces his rings, the lines of his palm. Eddie smokes while he watches, and Steve smiles softly when he blows the smoke in his face.

Steve moves Eddie’s hand thoughtfully, pulling up his index and middle finger before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his fingertips.

He looks up at Eddie, who takes another drag from the joint and leans in to blow the smoke into Steve’s mouth. Steve takes it, closing his eyes, holding it in his lungs for a moment before he exhales slowly.

He sucks on Eddie’s fingers silently, moving closer to him so Eddie can blow smoke into his mouth on occasion. After a while Eddie moves his fingers himself, watching curiously as Steve’s face softens and he drops his hands, his mouth opening wider.

“Alright?” Eddie whispers. Steve just hums quietly, and Eddie move his fingers again, sliding them along and under Steve’s tongue like he’s playing with it. Steve’s hands find the hem of Eddie’s shirt, and he pushes them under it, presses his fingers into Eddie’s flesh, squeezing and kneading sleepily.

Steve forgets to swallow around his fingers, and after a while, spit is dripping from the corners of his mouth, but neither of them mind. Eddie pulls his fingers away, tapping his lip so he opens his eyes. Steve looks at him blearily, and Eddie takes a drag, leaning down and blowing the smoke into his mouth before he licks the spit from his skin. His tongue slides over Steve’s scar as Steve exhales slowly, not bothering to turn away.

“Shit,” Steve says softly.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” He squeezes Eddie’s waist. Eddie used to be self conscious of how soft, how squishy he is. But Steve has always seemed to love it. “I feel… I feel so good.”

Eddie smiles, running his spit-soaked fingers across Steve’s cheek, watching him smile lazily.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he says, his voice so soft he’s almost whispering. He closes his eyes again. “Haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

Eddie glances at the joint. It’s not even half gone, and his smile grows. Maybe the weed is helping, but he’s the one making Steve feel this good. Making his head float up in the clouds.

“‘S good,” Eddie breathes. Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when he sighs. “You wanna get off?”

Steve hesitates, then shakes his head.

“No, just…” He takes another breath, lifting his chin. “Want you to… play with my mouth again.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Open.”

Steve hums, opening his mouth.

Eddie plays with his mouth for a while, gazing at him as the sun sets outside, until the room has fallen darker except the lamp that’s always on (Probably a fire hazard. Eddie pretends it doesn’t occur to him.), until Steve is sleepy. He reaches up and takes his hand, sucking on his fingers before he pulls his hand away.

“Thank you,” he breathes.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Eddie whispers after kissing his forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

He stubs the joint out on his way, washing his hands in the bathroom and refilling Steve’s glass in the kitchen before he goes back. Steve is laying on his side, curled into a ball, and Eddie lays a blanket on him, climbing in close to him.

Steve immediately lifts his arm up for him, setting it across his waist and pushing his hand under his shirt, squeezing gently as Eddie threads his fingers through his hair. He kisses his forehead again, and Steve sighs.

“Night, Stevie.”

“Mm.” Steve’s face is pressed into the pillow, muffling his already slurred voice. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

#just realised both of these ends w the going to sleep and eddie saying he loves him #good god #anyway im planning one more for this series (basically just season four)#but #im considering writing the bathroom scene w steve and robin but this time they come out to each other #we shall see #anyway go drink some water and eat something yummy and take your meds and stretch if you've been sitting a while #love you <3 #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #hideout series

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