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flowercrowngods · 11 months

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this wouldn't leave me alone, so have my thoughts on a steve-centric "who did this to you?" steddie concept inspired by @imfinereallyy (i hope this is okay, even though it's uhhh nothing like what you mentioned)

When Eddie gets to the boathouse, he immediately notices that something is off. The door is cracked open but he can’t hear anyone talking or moving stuff around. No one ever comes here — it’s been his hideout spot since the ripe age of thirteen when he’d had hist first real fight with Wayne.

No one comes here. But now the door is cracked open and Eddie stares at it for a good minute as though that would make it come to life and tell him who’s inside so he won’t have to look and deal with whoever decided to steal his spot. He’s really not in the mood to start any shit today, or to be called all sorts of names — most of which aren’t even half as true as people fear.

His first instinct is to leave, find somewhere else to hide from this miserable world today, when he hears it. The sound of sniffling, followed by wet, heavy breaths.

Oh. It sounds like someone’s crying. In his spot.

Maybe it’s some girl who got her heart broken, some dude who lost the last bit of faith in his family, or some kid who—

Ah, fuck it, he’ll just come back later. Not his problem. Definitely not his problem. And it’s definitely not guilt or worry that gnaw at him as he turns on his heel to leave.

But then there’s a groan. A pained groan. Someone’s in pain, and crying in his spot, and Eddie really shouldn’t make that his problem. He shouldn't. Nopbody cares when he's crying and in pain either! But fuck if he won’t be thinking about it for the rest of his life if he turns his back on whoever it is. Maybe they need help.

They most certainly sound like they do.

With a heavy sigh, Eddie is already at the door before he can think about it too much.

“Hello?” he asks the darkness, and immediately the sniffling stops.

Silence falls, but only for a moment before whoever it is has to draw shaky, wheezing breaths that make Eddie swear under his breath.

“Listen, I know you’re here.” He’s taking slow, deliberate steps, his eyes roaming he mess of boats, tools and tarp he knows so well. “And I’m not trying to start anything. Tell me to go away and I will. But I have a first aid kit in my car and, uh, you sound like maybe you need it.”

There’s no response, but the wheezing breaths turn into whimpers with every second that whoever it is tries very hard not to make any noise, and Eddie’s heart starts to race in his chest. He can feel worry and panic starting to rise. And overshadowing it is an overwhelming sense of dread.

What the fuck is happening?

He tries to be careful but his mind is racing and his limbs are starting to feel like lead. His wary steps become heavy and clumsy, and then he accidentally boots something that makes a terrible, horrible noise, breaking the eerie silence. Eddie cringes and is about to apologise, when finally there is movement in his peripheral vision.

And then he sees him. There, hidden in the shadows between a boat and the far wall, his face breaten and bloodied, his eye swelling around a nasty bruise. Wait, do bruises bleed? Should they look black like that? Is it a cut? Something worse?

Even after years of constant bullying and goading in middle school and high school, he has never actually seen someone look like this. With their face completely smashed in. It makes him freeze for a horrible, horrible moment before he saps out of it.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes, hurrying over as fast as he can, stumbling over tools and tarp as he does. Something falls to the floor with a loud clunk and it makes the boy flinch again. Eddie curses. “Sorry, shit, sorry!”

He makes it to the boat rather quickly, crouching down in front of the boy a few feet away so as not to spook him, not to crowd him. And then his heart only plummets further, because he knows this one.

Steve Harrington. The boy who’s come to school with many a black eye over the past two years — but never this bad. The boy who’s been looking like the world might be about to end each time he rounded a corner in school; ever since things started happening around Hawkins. Since the Holland girl died and the Byers boy disappeared.

It fascinated Eddie, the way Steve fell from grace. The way he turned quiet, and showed up with healing bruises. There are stories woven around it, because teenagers like to gossip and word spreads fast, and Eddie always listened with rapt attention as Harrington turned into a bit of a myth. A legend. A ghost story.

But fascination is not what he feels right now, seeing Steve like this.

His eyes are unfocused and Eddie knows about the danger of head injuries. He knows about the consequences of blood loss, he knows that Steve will be warm to the touch even though he’s shivering already, and… Fuck!

“Shit, Steve,” he rasps, not daring to speak louder lest he spooks the boy. Of all the reasons he’s had to be afraid of talking to Steve Harrington, this one might be the cruellest. "I..."

He takes in his wounds, his bruised and scraped knuckles where his hands are wrapped around the knees he’s pulled to his chest, and his split lip that he keeps biting.

Eddie swallows before he asks, “Who did this to you?”

But Steve just shakes his head clumsily. Sniffles again, and then his breath comes in wet heaves, and Eddie worries for a moment that he’s going to throw up now.

He doesn’t.

Steve’s just staring. Eddie isn’t even entirely sure he can see him, or maybe he did and then forgot, or maybe he’s fading. Eddie should do something, he should get help, he should—

“Steve,” he says, and dares to touch him when he doesn’t react.

A light touch to the knee shouldn’t make anyone flinch like that, but Steve’s whole body jumps, and then the shivers and the wheezing get worse. It almost sounds like a whimper, and Eddie curses again. Feels like crying now, scared and helpless as he is.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay, I— Jesus, okay.” He swallows hard, trying to think, willing for the panic to subside and a plan to form. “You’re okay. I... I’m gonna, I’m gonna grab the first aid kit. I have it in my car. It’s not, it’s not far. And a blanket. So you'll be warm again. I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move, don’t…" He gestures wildly, caught between reaching out and pulling away. "Don’t move.”

Eddie takes a wavering breath and moves to stand on numb, tingly legs, nearly missing Steve’s, “Can’t.” It’s barely more than a whisper, hardly even a wheeze. It’s like he’s just breathing out words because everything else is too much effort.

Right. Right. This is messed up and Eddie’s panicking, but Steve will be okay. Because things like that don’t happen, not here, not today, and not to Steve Harrington.

Except this is Hawkins. Where Will Byers disappeared and Barb Holland died and many people are missing and weird shit just ends up happening everywhere even though they’re all just kids. They’re just kids. And Steve’s not even conscious enough to realise that right now.

Eddie all but runs outside, sprinting to his van with a speed that would make the coach swallow his stupid whistle if gym class only mattered right now. It doesn't. Nothing matters, because Steve is... He's hurt. And there's no one else around to help.

Grabbing the first aid kit, a bottle of water and a thick blanket he always keeps spread out in the back of his van, he makes it back to the boathouse in no time.

He wasn’t even gone for three minutes, but still he sighs in relief when Steve is still awake. He even looks up. Blinks. Frowns in what can only be confusion and makes Eddie's heart fall.

“Munson?”

Fuck, that’s not a good sign. That’s messed up, it’s fucked up, it’s— Focus, Eddie!

“The one and only,” he says, voice shaky and his smile not fooling anyone. He wraps the blanket around Steve, whose eyes are unfocused again, though he tries so hard to blink it away.

Brave boy, stupid boy. Head trauma isn’t blinked away. Though Eddie is inclined to let him try. Maybe he’ll find a way.

“Here.” He hands the bottle over to Steve, who grabs it with clumsy hands. He can hold it, but he can’t get it open — again, not a good sign.

Eddie opens it for him, then turns to his first aid kit. It seemed like a great idea five minutes ago, but he’s petrified now. It’s too dark in here and he can’t really see the wounds, he doesn’t know what to use, what’s in there, he doesn’t, he can’t, he—

The bottle, empty now, is handed back to him, bumping into his hand, tearing him away from his spiralling thoughts.

“Thanks,” Harrington breathes, and there’s a small smile visible in the darkness. Eddie just nods and takes it with hands that are still shaking.

“I wanna help you,” he says, like it isn’t obvious. “But I don’t know how. You gotta tell me where it hurts, Steve.”

A beat. “Everywhere.”

Eddie sags, falling back to sit opposite Steve, frantically rubbing at his face. “Shit.”

“Yeah.” Steve chuckles, but it sounds so wet with tears and pain, Eddie never wants to hear it again. “Thought I could do it.”

He’s talking. That’s a good thing, right? He can’t pass out as long as he’s talking. That’s how that works, isn’t it? So, Eddie asks, “Do what?”

“Doctors told me,” Steve sighs, his voice slow and slurring. “Told me to... to stay out of fights. Stay out of them. Said I had to make sure my head won’t—“

He makes a motion with his fist, and Eddie thinks he’s simulating a punch, disoriented as it is. It makes his heart fall. Is that what happened? Someone beat Steve to a pulp? Again? Just like that?

Eddie is so stuck on that thought, trying to piece together the puzzle, that he almost misses Steve’s mumbled speech.

“Y’know, th— Said I’ll go blind. Or deaf. Or just… die.” He says it to matter-of-factly that Eddie’s heart stops for a second.

What the fuck happened to Steve Harrington? Not just today, no. What happened to him?

What happend to make him look up at Eddie Munson, out of all people, with glistening eyes so endlessly scared, and say, “I don’t wanna die, Munson. I never… I didn’t. With the monsters or the torture. I can't—” A wheeze, a keen, a whimper, and Harringtin pulls at his hair, uncaring that he's making things worse.

Meanwhile, Eddie is stuck on his words. Because what.

“Can’t, can't die now ‘cause Tommy thinks he’s so… He’s… He’s just sad, man. Griev'n' and confused. But Billy’s gone, an'— And now I’ll…”

Steve looks at him now, his eyes shining with tears and something that Eddie’s written poems about and created characters around. This expression, like the world will end. And inspiring as it is, it fucking breaks his heart now.

“They said my brain is hurt, Eddie.”

Eddie swallows the hurt and the fear and the complete overwhelm he's feeling. Steve is telling him things that Eddie doesn't know how to handle.

“You won’t die, Steve,” he says in as gentle a voice as he can muster right now, because that's the only thing he knows.

And he won’t, right? People don’t just die. Not from taking a punch, not when they just graduated high school, not when they’re Steve Harrington. Right?

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Steve breathes. “That’s good.”

Eddie wants to hug him in that moment. He never knew that this was possible, wanting to hug Steve Harrington, wanting to wrap the blanket around him even tighter and keep him safe and convince him that he won’t die.

And then the rest of what he said catches up with Eddie and leaves anger in its wake.

“Hagan did that to you?”

Steve nods. “Started going off about Billy.”

Eddie’s blood freezes at that name. "Hargrove?”

Another nod, though Steve doesn’t look too happy about moving his head, and he groans quietly. “They were friends. Tommy is angry. Grieving. Con— Confused. He was just saying shit, like it’s my fault. And it is. Kinda. But Tommy’s, he, he’s... Just saying shit. And then he punched me. A lot. And he didn’t stop. And now… is now.”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes dumbly, carefully bandaging the glaring wound at his temple, needing to start somewhere. “Now is now.” His blood is still frozen as he tries very hard not to listen to Steve. Nothing that Harrington says has any right to matter anything to him; they live in two different worlds. If Harrington confesses to murder while severely concussed under Eddie’s watch, then there are no witnesses to drag either of them through the mud for it. Eddie is just gonna forget about it. Or try, anyway. “But you’re… Shit , Steve, you’re really hurt.”

Steve blinks. Pauses. And Eddie thinks he’s lost him. But then, “Yeah. I’m always hurt.”

And that, in this little voice, is like a gut punch. Because Eddie knows something about always hurt. “What?”

“What?”

There is ice in his veins as he asks, “Who’s hurting you, Steve?”

Steve looks at him, opening his mouth once, twice, like he’s about to say something and Eddie holds his breath. But then Steve’s eyes droop and he shrinks in on himself a bit more.

“Jus’ everyone, sometimes. God you don’t… You don’t even know.”

Know what, Harrington? Eddie can barely breathe anymore.

“’M tired, Eddie,” Steve mumbles, closing his eyes. “Don’t wanna hurt anymore.”

“Hey, hey, no!” Eddie reaches out, catching Steve’s head and preventing it from colliding with the floor as he’s slumping and falling over.

And just like that, the panic is back, frantic but determined this time. He’s going to get help; there’s nothing he can do with his lousy first aid kit, not when Steve keeps going in and out of consciousness like that. Not when he can barely see anything or clean the wounds properly.

He’s going to get Steve to a hospital and allow them both to forget this ever happened. Because Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson don’t breathe the same air or share traumatic stories in a boathouse like this.

He’ll get out of Steve’s hair the second the hospital doors close behind him, and get out of whatever trouble someone like Harrington could be in. Eddie doesn’t even want to know. He doesn't want to be part of his ghost story.

But as he’s scooping him up and helping him out of the damned boathouse, clumsily preventing him from stumbling over his own feet or tools or tarp or planks or whatever fucking shit is littering the floor of this godforsaken place, he can hear Steve speaking quietly.

"Where‘re we going?"

And even though a second ago he was determined to take Steve to a hospital, there is only one place on Eddie's mind right now. Only one place he knows where he won't be scared anymore.

"Somewhere safe," he says, tightening his hold on the boy even though his hands are shaking now, too. He looks over his shoulders the moment they're out of the boathouse, stupidly worried that whoever did this to Steve – Hagan, apparently – would still be around, would follow them and do the same shit to Eddie.

"Safe?"

"Safe."

"Okay," Steve sighs, like he believes him. Like he trusts him. Hell, they've never even spoken before, but something inside Eddie breaks at the little sigh, at the way Steve goes slack in his arms. And even more at the little, "Thanks."

If Eddie's eyes are filled with tears and the hands around the wheel are clenched so tight to hide the way they're shaking, then Steve is not conscious enough to comment on it.

(addendum 7 december) onwards to part 2

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #this is somewhere between s3 and s4 obviously #but also i just re-read the op post and realised that this is nothing like what they wished for so uh. sorry? never trust me with prompts y #who did this to you #hurt steve #steve harrington whump #pre-steddie #sorry op maybe i'll try again and get it right this time but uh. yeah #dio words

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novacorpsrecruit · 9 months

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Care to Dance?

Inspired by @imfinereallyy’s post

Robin, Steve and Eddie planned this night for weeks. They drove up to Indianapolis to spend the evening at the gay bar. A place where they could be themselves and not worry.

Steve took a shot of vodka before turning around at the bar, facing the dance floor. He could see Robin speed talking to a girl about Nancy’s height, the girl gently playing with the edge of Robin’s jacket.

Eddie … well, he looked hot as ever. He was playing billiards in the corner of the bar with another guy, showing him how to angle the cue just right for the perfect hit. Steve could feel jealousy in the pit of his stomach, but he knew he wasn’t Eddie’s type.

Steve’s been harmlessly flirting with Eddie, putting himself out there on the ledge, only for Eddie to talk about some other guy he met in Indy. Steve wondered if this was the guy. If Eddie had planned this night so he could see his guy. It wasn’t wrong if he did. Steve just wished he knew so he could prepare himself for the heartbreak.

He knew Eddie wasn’t his, so it really shouldn’t be a problem, right?

“Hey, baby,” a deep voice said hotly against the shell for his ear. “How come a pretty thing like you is all alone tonight?”

“I’m not alone,” Steve said, turning to face the man — to face the dark, brown eyes, the devilish grin. “Not anymore. You want a drink?”

“I’d much rather see you on the dance floor,” the man said, lifting his chin. His grin still plastered across His face. “Or are you more interested in staring at that metalhead?”

“No, I’d like to. Dance, I mean,” Steve said, feeling his cheeks heat up. He didn’t realize he was that obvious for Eddie. The man put his hand on the small of Steve’s back as he lead him out to the dance floor. It started out innocent at first, arms raised, slowly wrapping around each other’s body as they danced to Depeche Mode. Eventually, Steve had his back pressed up against the man’s front. The man pressed a hot kiss against Steve’s skin. Suddenly, Steve realized he didn’t know the man’s name.

“I’m Steve,” he said, a little loud to be heard over the music.

“Dan — Hey!”

Steve felt Dan’s body yanked away from him. Steve turned to see Eddie standing in between him and Dan, now on the ground. He felt someone grab his arm, he yanked it — before realizing it was Robin holding onto him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Dan spat.

“You,” Eddie snarled back, venom on his tongue. “You’re dancing on my friend.”

“Eddie —“

“Steve, I got it,” Eddie said over his shoulder, before turning his attention to Dan. “What gives you the right to dance on him like that?”

“I did,” Steve snapped, pulling himself out of Robin’s grip and stepping in front of Eddie. “He asked me to dance and I said yes. What gives, Eddie? What are you doing?”

“Protecting you,” Eddie wrinkled his brow, like it was obvious. “We know he isn’t your type, Steve.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Steve snapped.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Eddie said.

“I don’t know what you have going on,” Dan interrupted, leaning against Steve. His lips were hot near his ear. “But Pretty Boy, you dump the metalhead, you know where to find me.”

“That’s it —“ Eddie nearly lunged forward to chase after Dan, stopped by Robin and Steve.

“Eddie, what the fuck is up with you?” Steve snapped. “We came out to have a good time and you’re ruining it.”

“I’m ruining it?” Eddie scoffed. “He was the one dancing against you! Does that not bother you?”

“No?” Steve wrinkled his nose. “I liked him.”

“Steve,” Robin said, stepping between the two, trying to calm the tension. “You can’t be leading him on like that.”

“Like what?” Steve asked, feeling his gut twist. He knew he was obvious with his crush on Eddie, but he would get over him. He could. If he just found the right person.

“Steve, you’re straight,” Robin said. “He’s probably thinking he was gonna take you home.”

“I’m … straight?” Steve repeated. “What planet are you from?”

“What?!” Eddie and Robin snapped at the same time. Steve looked between the two of them, his expression dropping.

“You guys thought I was straight?” Steve gaped. “I’m grinding on some guy and you think I’m straight?! We’re at a gay club, and you thought I was straight?”

“You’ve always just talked about girls,” Robin said. “We just —“ she looked at Eddie for help, but he provided none. He stood there, shocked, processing.

“Because the guy I want, doesn’t like me that way,” Steve groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “I’m going for fresh air.”

He pushed past Robin and Eddie to the front of the bar and onto the street. He turned down the alleyway, leaning against the building. He took a deep breath, letting it out.

“Hey.”

Steve looked up at Eddie, offering a cigarette from the box.

“I’m sorry about ruining things with Dan,” Eddie said. “You wanna talk?”

“I just — thought you both knew,” Steve said, taking a cigarette. Eddie flicked his lighter, lighting Steve’s cigarette. “I thought I was obvious. And you even said that ‘Us, queers find each other.’”

“I did say that,” Eddie nodded. “I just thought you were safe, and not …”

“Bisexual,” Steve said, officially coming out. “I’m bisexual.”

“Proud of you,” Eddie said. “Now tell me about this guy you like. And why you don’t think he likes you.”

“He’s super cool. Bad ass,” Steve said, taking a drag of his cigarette. “I know I’m not his type.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’ve been flirting with him for weeks,” Steve said, putting his heart out on the line. If this failed, maybe Dan won’t mind letting him cry on his shoulder. “And he’s ignored all my advances.”

“Maybe he didn’t realize you were flirting with him,” Eddie said. “You know, maybe he thought you were straight?”

Steve’s eyes snapped to Eddie, attempting to read him. Eddie took a drag off his own cigarette.

“Maybe you could try again?” Eddie offered. Steve felt his heart beat rapidly against his chest.

“Eddie —“

“Yes,” Eddie breathed. “Whatever you want. Yes.”

“You,” Steve said. “I want you.”

Eddie crashed his lips against Steve’s in a hot, messy kiss. A little teethy, as they couldn’t help but smile and laugh. They broke away breathless.

“Come on, big boy,” Eddie said, pulling at Steve’s arm. “Let’s go dance.”

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #//myfic

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morganski-19 · 9 months

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Things I Won't Say When I'm Sober

inspired by this post by @imfinereallyy. I saw this post ages ago but literally just found this idea in my drafts and decided to finally write it,

part 2

Steve lies across the floor of Eddie’s new trailer, mind hazy, with Robin’s limbs haphazardly laying on him. He’s mindlessly running his hands along the carpet, feeling the soft fiber under his hand. Eddie’s hand reaches into his vision as he passes Steve the joint. He really doesn’t need to take anymore, his muscles already relaxed more than they have been in a while, and his mind is slipping into that territory that might give him a panic attack if he goes too far. But he’s with people he trusts and Robin will cut him off before any of that happens, if he won’t cut himself off before then.

He blows the smoke up into the air as Eddie takes back the joint. Running his hand across the carpet again, he brushes against something different. Curious, he starts playing with it, rolling it between his fingers, tugging on it a bit to see if he can tell what it is.

“Stevie,” Eddie slurs. Steve hums. “Why are you playing with my hair?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “This is your hair?” He tugs on the strand between his fingers a bit.

“Yes, and I'd appreciate it if you’d stop pulling on it.”

“It’s so soft,” Steve finds himself saying, not dropping the hair between his fingers, instead picking up more.

Robin bursts out laughing. “How high are you, dingus?”

Steve shrugs. “Pretty high I guess.”

“Could you stop playing with my hair?” Eddie complains, rolling away a bit and almost kicking Steve in the face.

He moves his hand away from Eddie’s hair and brings it up behind his head. Robin shifts, rolling off of Steve and starting to stand up.

“Where are you going?” Steve complains, needy.

“The bathroom,” Robin deadpans. “Why?”

The giggles kick in and Steve struggles to get the words out. “Cause I have a secret and I need to tell you it.”

The secret in question was Steve’s crush on Eddie. Something he’s buried deeper than he’s willing to admit and something that he’s barely come to accept. But something about the safe feeling of his friends and the weed loosening his thoughts to stop the denial and face the facts made him want to tell her. It’s not the first time that he’s thought that his attraction to Eddie was a fact and not just the desire to be friends. That it wasn’t normal for people to fantasize about kissing their best friends and sharing the same bed all the time.

It took time for Steve to realize that these thoughts were ok for him to have. That he could have feelings for girls in the past while also having feelings for a boy now. That it’s ok for him to be having feelings for a boy at all. He is who he is, and who he likes won’t change that. The Steve he was when he dated girls isn’t different from the Steve who has a crush on a boy. It’s all him, even if he didn’t know he was capable of doing it.

The main problem was that he hadn’t told Robin about it yet, and it seems that his hazy mind decided that now was the best time. Now, when Eddie, the person he has a crush on, is still in the room.

“And this secret is hilarious?” Robin joins in on the giggles but tries to hide it. “Can you tell me the secret so I can go to the bathroom?”

Steve shakes his head while giggling more, now realizing his mistake and thinking it’s hilarious rather than embarrassing. “No.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “No?”

“Mhm. Can’t tell you.”

“So you have a secret that you need to tell me but can’t tell me. Why is that, Steven?” Robin very annoyingly asks, only pulling out the full name when she wants him to get to the point.

“Eddie’s in the room,” Steve says like it’s the simplest fact there is.

Eddie sits up. “Why can’t I know your secret?”

“Cause it’s a Robin secret. You don’t get to know those.”

Robin rolls her eyes again while Eddie makes an overexaggerated offended look. “I’m going to the bathroom, you two can figure this out while I’m gone.”

Steve stops his giggles to roll over and grab at Robin’s legs as she gets up, attempting to stop her from leaving. She steps out of his grasp and makes her way out of the room. He lays there pouting for a second before bursting out in laughter again.

“So keeping secrets from me is so funny now isn’t it,” Eddie pouts.

“I am so high,” he manages to get out between giggles as he rolls back onto his back.

Eddie rolls his eyes before laying down next to him, their heads next to each other this time. “Yeah, I can tell. You don’t normally laugh this much when you’re not.”

The weed is doing nothing to stop the blush that covers Steve’s face, though his face was plenty red before so maybe it would hide it. “You notice that about me?”

“I notice a lot of things about you, Steve,” Eddie responds sincerely, turning his head to look Steve in the eyes.

Maybe it’s the high, maybe it isn’t, but Steve can’t help but think that the look Eddie has in his eyes is the same one that he finds himself getting every time he looks at Eddie. The simple want of something more that can never be. To be more than all that they are, friends.

A look that tells Steve that if he leaned in for a moment, maybe Eddie wouldn’t back away. Maybe he would let it happen. Maybe he would lean in too. Maybe all of the things Steve has accepted that he wants could come true.

Not that he would even try right now. He’s high, Eddie’s high. No person’s first kiss with someone they really care about should be like this. It should be in a state where they could remember it. Where they could look back on it in the future and remember every detail. Or maybe it should be done when he’s a little bit high. Maybe then he won’t second guess himself at the last minute and actually go through with it. Then if it ends badly, he has the chance of forgetting the little details but is left with the knowledge that this is hopeless. Then he can get over it.

He has the feeling that getting over Eddie would be hard though. The feelings that bubble over in his chest every time he’s around Eddie are all but proof of that. This is different, more than he’s felt about someone in a long time. The most he’s felt about a person since Nancy.

That scares him, still scares him. That he can look at another person the way he looked at her. Or more, he can feel something for someone on that level again, but this time completely differently. He likes Eddie for different reasons then he liked Nancy, but it doesn’t change the way he feels about him. This affection, this crush, this almost love is deep. Steve doesn’t want to mess it up this time.

“I’m not that offended that you won’t tell me you’re secret,” Eddie whispers, like this moment isn’t meant to be heard even though they’re the only ones in the room. “I know that you and Robin share pretty much everything. So if it’s meant for her ears only I understand. I just hope you might be able to tell me one day.”

“Eddie, I-” Steve stammers, cut off by the sound of Robin entering the room again.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #ficlet #cw: smoking #angst #getting together #but not yet #pining #things i wont say when i’m sober #cw smoking

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thefreakandthehair · 6 months

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A Steddie fanfiction written for the @steddiebang with art by @sungods-healingg and @oriarts. 55k. Rated E.

Chapter One coming soon to ao3 on November 25, 2023! Sneak peek included below!

“Give it, hey! Give me the check,” Eddie argues, trying to pry it from Steve’s hands. “I’m not letting you pay, c’mon.”

“I—” Steve starts grappling and tries to maintain some degree of subtly in the still bustling diner. “I’m paying, give it.”

“Not a chance, I don’t want stories going around that I’m some kept boyfriend who uses Steve Harrington for his money.” Eddie’s lips purse and his eyes narrow. “Hand it over.”

With a final tug, Eddie celebrates internally as he yanks the envelope from Steve. He realizes belatedly that he only won that battle because Steve freezes. It takes a few seconds, maybe a moment as he slips his credit card into the little pocket and flags down their waitress again, to figure out why.

Boyfriend.

Presumptuous at best and enough to scare Steve off at worst. The silence is hard to read so Eddie simply hands over the check and stares with wide eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Or-- you know, just, someone who uses Steve Harrington for his money. Big baseball contract and all that?” He tries to brush it off and deflect with humor, something that usually works well enough but apparently, not on Steve.

“You said boyfriend.” He says simply, ignoring Eddie’s attempts entirely.

Suddenly, Eddie regrets that sweet dessert for dinner because his stomach is tumbling in a dangerous way. He rubs the back of his neck and pulls at a strand of loose hair.

“I uh, yeah, I guess I did. Do you… have thoughts? On that?”

Steve blinks at him, three times in quick succession, before the right corner of his mouth quirks up. “I do, actually. But I think I’d rather show you and I’d probably lose that big baseball contract if I did that here.”

“Oh?” Eddie teases, pausing to grab the check back from the waitress to sign and slide his credit card back into it wallet. When she’s far enough away that Eddie’s sure she won’t hear, he reminds Steve of their location. “My apartment’s just like, two blocks over. If uh, if you’d like to show me in a more private spot?”

The first time Eddie massaged Steve, he felt called back to the dangerous adrenaline rushes of his youth, all impulsivity and carelessness, and he feels it again as he invites Steve back to his apartment. Or maybe, it never even left. Maybe it’s just been slowly eroding his resolve for the past two months.

Whatever the case, his body trembles when Steve says Yes.

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entanglednow · 2 months

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My story for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang Wordcount: 59,498 Archive Warnings: None Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle

Summary: Steve is starting to feel like his life is just one disaster after another. He didn't mean to make friends with Eddie Munson along the way, but for some reason he's always there, and if anyone knows how to get up again after being knocked down then it's him.

Tags: alternate universe - everyone lives nobody dies, enemies to friends to lovers, recreational drug use, drinking, slow burn, pining, injuries, trauma, hurt/comfort, feelings realization, banter, humor, confessions, first kiss, first time, sexual content, getting together, happy ending.

Art: by @imfinereallyy// paperlights

Fic: Read on AO3 betaed by @chamyl

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withacapitalp · 6 months

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Inspired by @imfinereallyy I made a fun moodboard! I really enjoyed doing this so if you want to see another send me an ask 👀

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penny00dreadful · 10 months

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Can I just say how much I love Robin (and sometimes Eddie) giving Steve the most ridiculous middle names either just to be irritating or because they find it funny.

EVERY TIME I'm reading a fic or a ficlet and one of them says something like "Steven Steven Harrington" or "Steven Mary-Anne Harrington" or "Steven Dingus Harrington" and his only response is an exasperated little "not my name"

It brings me so much inexplicable joy, I can't even tell you.

Yes I did just finish reading @imfinereallyy's celebrate softly fic and it gave me the fuzzies 🥰

#steddie #platonic stobin

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strangerthingsreversebigbang · 13 days

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In case you missed them, here are the next ten works posted from the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang!

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It's not a one night stand (if it turns into two) by @annanevermore | Art by @lady-lostmind

Rating: Explicit

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Dustin Henderson, Heather Holloway, Jeff, Gareth, Unnamed Freak, Steve Harrington's Father, Samantha Stone, Tommy Hagan

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson/Henry Creel, Steve Harrington/ Samantha Stone, Steve Harrington/Tommy Hagan

Summary: “We should stop,” Eddie continued even as he kept kissing Steve. “Why?” “Ah, you’re not into guys?” His words sounded pretty stupid even to him, Steve’s lips just on his and his tongue in Eddie’s mouth, and his body still pressed to his thigh. “Maybe you are?” Eddie said, feeling increasingly stupider. Steve glanced over, gaze trailing down to Eddie’s lips. “What do you think?” “I think you’re pretty drunk and I should let you sober up.” Steve seemed to be assessing him but didn’t respond. After a couple of seconds, he straightened his clothes and stood up, leaning down to hold Eddie’s jaw for a moment and placing a last, gentle kiss on his lips. “See you around, Munson.” Or: Eddie signed up for the “TatCon” tour very much despite the sales pitch of convention reps Steve and Robin - and absolutely NOT because of Harrington’s flirting. It’s the biggest tattoo convention in the U.S. so it’s good for business, that’s all. When Steve continues to hit on Eddie, he’s still not interested. At all. The guy has an exceedingly straight reputation, and Eddie is not going there. But Steve is a persistent man when he knows what he wants.

Stop Insisting That I'm Not A Lost Cause by @slippy-slip | Art by logiedraws

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dusin Henderson, Nancy Wheeler

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve finds something has changed since their last run in with the Upside Down, he’s not the only one. He’s not handling it so well but that doesn’t mean he’ll accept help easily.

Good Puppy by @marsetta | Art by @feralsteddie

Rating: Explicit

Warning(s): Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson

Summary: Weird Russian drugs turned Steve and Robin into werewolves. Crazy Upside Down bats messed with Eddie. Steve goes into the Upside Down by himself to find Eddie’s body and gets more than he bargained for. Warnings: Eddie thinks it’s non/dub con but Steve is into it almost immediately. Kinda rough themes.

End of Beginning by @artaxlivs | Art by @alduade-art

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Will Byers, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrinton, Eleven, Nancy wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Barbara Holland, Joyce Byers, Jim Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair

Relationship(s): Will & Eddie, Steve/Eddie

Summary: Eddie’s not an idiot. He knows how this goes, he’s been playing Dungeons and Dragons since its creation. He knows exactly what happens when a disembodied voice promises you things while you’re in the fugue state of death.

Stardust by @entanglednow | Art by @imfinereallyy

Rating: Explicit

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Pas de Deux by @malikat24601 | Art by @glitterfang

Rating: Explicit

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Argyle, Maxine Mayfield, Background Nancy Wheeler, Background Jonathan Byers, Background Corroded Coffin, Background The Party, Background Dmitri Antinov, Background Alexei, Background Eddie Munson's Parents, Original Characters, Jonathan Reeves (Center Stage), Juliette Simone (Center Stage)

Relationship(s): Eddie Munson / Steve Harrington

Summary: Pas de deux, /ˌpä də ˈdə/ noun: In ballet, a pas de deux is a dance duet in which two dancers perform ballet steps together. *** Eddie "the Freak" Munson and "King" Steve Harrington were irrevocably bound by dance, shared family and a genuine, unexpected, happy accident of a friendship for which Eddie was grateful every single day. Even if Eddie was also desperately, laughably, head over heels in love with him. *** A Steddie Ballet AU

Come and Get Me by @lorifloragolina | Art by WaldosAkimbo

Rating: Explicit

Warning(s): Graphic Depictions of Violence

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson

Relationship(s): Steve/Billy/Eddie

Summary: “Forgive me father, for I have sinned”. Steve is new in town and is troubled by a stranger provoking him from the window. Billy works hard in the garden on his knees and is delighted to express his love for the Father. Eddie celebrates the biggest love everyday and helps people reach their "targets".

You're the One Who Disappears by @house-of-chant | Art by @marsetta

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Character(s): The Party, Billy, Robin, Eddie, Hopper, Joyce, Benny, Neil Hargrove, Susan Hargrove

Relationship(s): Max/Lucas, Jonathan/Nancy, Jim Hopper/Benny Hammond; (background) Mike/Eleven, Robin/Barb, Steve/Eddie

Summary: This isn’t the first time Max Hargrove has gone missing. It’s not even the first time this year. But this time, she’s not the only one. Bob Newby is found dead in his diner. Chrissy Cunningham disappears, leaving behind only a bloodstained jacket. Newspaper employees stop coming home. Joyce Maldonado (formerly Byers, although she’d appreciate you not bringing that up) is the busiest she’s been since her ex-husband took the kids to California; Chrissy's best friend Robin Buckley is on a quest to find out who murdered her friend; Max’s best friend Jane Hopper enlists a psychic boy to help her look; and Susan Hargrove breaks out the Ouija board in search of her daughter. Roleswap AU.

Hell Hound by @madaboutmunson | Art by Droolovacoco

Rating: General Audiences

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Barbara "Barb" Holland, Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, Corroded Coffin (Stranger Things), Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Doug (Stranger Things), Eddie Munson's Battle Vest - Character

Relationship(s): Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson, Gareth & Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin & Eddie Munson, Barbara "Barb" Holland & Eddie Munson

Summary:

When Eddie Munson died, he didn't expect to wake up. And when he did wake up he definitely didn't expect to be strapped to some sci-fi hospital bed. And when the door opened he didn't expect to see Barbara Holland version 2.0. And he definitely didn't expect her to tell him, he was now a dog, and worse still that it was all his own fault.

Eddie's dying wish got him in this mess, and now he has to make Hawkins love him in order to return to his human form, or so he thinks.

The Major Lift by @ghostdeb | Art by @sunflowerharrington

Rating: Explicit

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Dustin Henderson (background), Max Mayfield (background), Wayne Munson (background), Jim Hopper (background)

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham; Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Steve is home to visit Robin after the regular MLB season and Robin drags him along to be her wingman at the new coffee shop where the object of her affection works. Eddie and Chrissy own the coffee shop. Cue smitten kittens.

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Stay tuned for more incredible works from the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang!

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medusapelagia · 30 days

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Title: Sneaking a Peek Word Count: 19,467 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Character(s): Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington's Mother, Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin (Stranger Things), Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley Tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson, Model Steve Harrington, Non-Chronological, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Denial of Feelings, Feelings Realization, Feelings, Misunderstandings, Eventual Smut, mention of previous Nancy Wheeler/Steve Harrington, POV Alternating, Reverse Big Bang Challenge, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things)

Summary: Steve Harrington's face has always been on the most well-known magazines' cover, but since he broke up with the famous actress Nancy Wheeler he has done his best to avoid the public eye. Or so he thinks... until a picture of him kissing a mysterious boy becomes viral.

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“Steven, stop it, ok? I don’t have time to waste. I called to find out the name of the boy you were kissing last night.” His mom says, annoyed. Steve turns toward the mirror and finally sees what caught his attention before: on the lower side of his neck, barely hidden from his t-shirt, there is a big blue hickey. Fuck! “How… how do you know?” “You were at the New York Fashion Week afterparty, right? Well, you know how people are. They love to take pictures and share them on their socials, don’t they? And guess what? No one cares about the stupid boys that were drinking some fancy cocktail they don’t even know how to pronounce, but you were in their picture. You, and a black-haired boy, and either one of you was in need of some CPR or the two of you were kissing. Hard.”

Beta Reader: @hawkinsleather Art link and credit: art 1 , art 2 by @imfinereallyy Fic link and credit: fic by @medusapelagia

#stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic #imfinereallyy #my fanfic #Steve Harrington #stanger things reverse big bang 2023 #reverse big bang #stranger things fanfic #Sneaking a peek #strbb #steddie #eddie munson #stanger things reverse big bang

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cranberrymoons · 1 month

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here you come again by @cranberrymoons with art by @glitterfang

words: 16,172 rating: Explicit (E) warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply relationships: Steve Harrington/Tommy Hagan tags: Canon Compliant, Getting Together, Post-Season 4

Vaguely, over the sound of a bland pop song playing in the background, he hears the squeak of a pair of sneakers come to a halt at the other end of the aisle. He turns his head toward the sound… and promptly fumbles the tube of Pringles he’d been reaching for. He bats at it with his hand in a futile attempt at catching it, instead knocking it further toward the ground like a spiked volleyball. He clears his throat. “Um.” The tube rolls across the linoleum and comes to a stop at Tommy Hagan’s feet. Steve stares at it for a long, agonizing beat of silence, then he looks back up at Tommy’s face. “Sorry.” Tommy raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s heart kicks in his chest. Steve and Tommy haven't talked in nearly three years. After everything, maybe the best way forward is back.

Beta read by @imfinereallyy Art by @glitterfang Written for @strangerthingsreversebigbang

[Read on AO3]

#stommy #stommy fic #steve harrington #tommy hagan #stranger things #my fic

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sourw0lfs · 4 months

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frosting the snowman

written for @thefreakandthehair spicy six winter challenge prompt: decorating cookies | also on ao3

betas: @imfinereallyy & @jkrockin

2.1k words | teen and up | steddie | cw: implied sex at least twice

How hard could it be?

Glancing between the recipe and the mess around him, Eddie decides that either the answer is ‘very’, or he is, in fact, a fool. There’s flour strewn across the counter. Or maybe it’s sugar? He isn’t exactly sure because it all looks the same. Either way, he’s got quite a mess on his hands, and… probably ten minutes before Steve gets back. Fuck.

Still in the process of developing a battle plan to tackle the mess, Eddie lets out a shriek at the sound of the front door opening. Steve, one foot still outside and letting snowflakes in, freezes and stares at him like he’s grown a second head. “Do I want to know what kind of Munson Tornado hit the kitchen this time?”

Eddie sulks just a little, though he’ll deny it later. “I was trying to surprise you,” he mutters petulantly.

Steve chuckles. “Well, I’m certainly surprised, so mission accomplished,” he says as he finishes stepping inside, letting the door fall shut behind him. He toes off his boots, leaving them by the door with the rest of the shoe pile, before heading to the kitchen to inspect the damages.

Still pouting, Eddie watches him. “I wanted to make cookies,” he explains as Steve swipes a bit of flour off the counter with his fingertip. “Except that I forgot I don’t actually know how to do that.”

“Want me to help you?” Steve asks as he leans in to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. It’s enough to wipe the pout right away.

“Is it still surprising you with cookies if you help me make them?” Eddie asks, raising a doubtful eyebrow.

Taking a moment to think it over, Steve shrugs. “It’s a surprise that we have all the ingredients,” he offers.

It’s good enough for Eddie, who’s back to smiling as they work in tandem to clean up his mess and start over again. There’s something magical about watching Steve bake, a grace that Eddie is sure he’ll never be able to mimic, no matter how hard he tries. The mess is minimal this time, with just the smallest puffs of flour flying free of the mixer bowl as it stirs rather than a full-on tornado.

Once everything is mixed together and, like, actually a dough this time, Eddie is ready to immediately cut into it with the festive cookie cutters he’d gotten specifically for today. Still, Steve stops him, earning another pout. “It has to chill first,” Steve explains. “Or they’re not as good.”

Eddie thinks that’s a lie, but he doesn’t argue with Steve. After all, it’s Steve’s surprise, so Eddie thinks he should do as he’s told. So he helps wrap the dough in plastic wrap and puts it in the fridge. “So, we’ve got an hour, right?” he asks with a smirk. “What should we do to pass that time?”

“I’m sure we can think of something,” Steve replies with a smirk of his own, already reaching out for Eddie’s hand to pull him toward their bedroom.

In the end, the dough sits in the fridge for over an hour, but no one’s really complaining about it. The two of them just work together to get it rolled out, even though Eddie somehow gets the entire thing stuck on the rolling pin almost immediately because he doesn’t flour anything. Steve chastises him about it fondly.

“Do you want… is that supposed to be a snowman?” Steve asks as he squints at the cookie cutter he just picked up. “That doesn’t look like a snowman.”

Eddie snorts but takes it anyway. “Are you body shaming the cookie cutter, Stevie? That’s kind of rude.”

“I’m not body shaming the cookie cutter. I’m just saying that it looks more like a dick than a snowman,” Steve explains with a roll of his eyes as he snatches the cookie cutter back from Eddie, noticing the mischief sure to be in Eddie’s eye “And now I don’t trust you with it. You can have the tree.”

Laughing, Eddie doesn’t argue. Instead, he focuses on cutting out as many trees from the circle of dough as he can. It’s not perfect, and he definitely messes up more than a few while moving them to the baking sheet, but most of them are kind of tree-shaped still and Steve is looking at him like he hung the moon so it’s gotta be fine.

With the trees and the questionably-shaped snowmen cut out and in the oven, the two of them take a moment to clean up the newest mess, spreading it a little further in an impromptu flour fight for a moment before actually cleaning anything. Eventually the ding of a timer, one Eddie didn’t even realize Steve had set, chimes through the kitchen.

“Well,” Eddie comments as he leans on the counter and watches Steve’s ass as he pulls the cookies out. “It smells like cookies, so I’m assuming that means they’re not a disaster this time?”

Steve shrugs. “We’ll know for sure in like twenty minutes when they’re cool enough to taste.”

“And then we decorate them, right?”

Eddie doesn’t miss Steve’s grimace. “Yeah, Eds. We’ll decorate them once they’re cool.”

If Eddie does a fist pump, that’s between him and Steve and the cookies only. He has to be good at that part. He paints stuff all the time. It’ll be his second chance to impress Steve with his cookie-making prowess, considering actually making the cookies hadn’t gone quite to plan.

Waiting for the cookies to cool off enough to actually put the icing on them, though, feels like it’s taking forever. It's so long that Eddie’s taken up a seat on the couch, feet against the back and head on the floor, singing an impromptu song about being impatient. Steve, for what it’s worth, looks like he’s trying to follow the song, but he’s mostly just checking the cookies every thirty seconds while side-eyeing Eddie super hard.

“Do you wanna help me mix the icing?” he asks eventually.

Eddie nearly falls in a heap in his haste to right himself again. “Does that mean they’re cool enough now? Is the long wait finally over?”

Snorting, Steve nods. “Get in here and pick your colors.”

Bounding into the kitchen, Eddie takes a second to appreciate the fact that at some point during his serenade to impatience, Steve had taken the time to lay out bowls and all of the food coloring in the house. “You’re amazing,” he sing-songs as he hovers into Steve’s space to plant a kiss on his cheek. “What would I do without you?”

This time, Steve chuckles. “Lose your head, burn down the kitchen, spiral into a deep, deep boredom. Take your pick.”

Which— rude, but honestly kind of fair. “All of the above, and I love you for making sure those things don’t happen,” Eddie agrees as he starts picking through the colors. On the other side of the kitchen, he hears the mixer running again. A glance over his shoulder reveals a puff of powdered sugar, and maybe it’s best he’s not helping with that part if even Steve can’t keep the mess contained.

But sooner than later, Steve is scooping the icing (“That looks like jizz, Stevie, what the fuck?”) into the bowls he’s put out, and Eddie is put to the task of mixing colors. He probably takes it more seriously than he needs to, but eventually, they have an array of Christmas-y colors to work with. He’s only just pulled open the drawer that Steve keeps his fancy piping bags in when a paintbrush is shoved in his face instead. “Nuh-uh,” Steve tells him with a cheeky grin. “I don’t trust you with those.”

Sighing dramatically, Eddie takes the paintbrush, but he’s grinning the whole time anyway. “That’s fine, I don’t trust me with them either.”

If anything, the paintbrush feels the most natural, even if all the videos he’d watched about how to make the cookies used piping bags for decorating. He would just have to be extra good at this part to impress Steve with his artistic skills. But finally, finally, they migrate to the kitchen table and get the cookies split between the two of them. Deciding to be at least a little normal to start out, Eddie dips the brush into the bowl of green and drops the glob right in the middle of his tree cookie.

Tongue between his teeth, Eddie lets himself laser focus on getting the color on as evenly as possible, not even looking up to see what Steve is doing until the whole tree is bright green. When he does look up, Eddie frowns. “That’s cheating!” he accuses as Steve works on his own cookie with a piping bag of icing. The very same bags Eddie wasn’t allowed.

“It’s not cheating,” Steve replies without missing a beat or even looking up. “I know how to use these, and you don’t.”

And, like, yeah, fair, whatever. But that doesn’t mean Eddie can’t pout a little bit. “How am I supposed to impress you with my cookies if you’re like a baker extraordinaire?” he whines slightly.

This time, Steve looks up, and his expression is endearingly soft and fond. “You know you don’t have to do things to impress me, right?” he asks gently.

Eddie nods. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like doing it anyway, though.”

It was just a thing they did, being proud of each other over new accomplishments. It always made Eddie feel warm and fuzzy inside. Like baking cookies. Something he knows Steve likes that Eddie also wants to be good at so they can do it together and have a good time. Just like… they are now. Maybe he’s a little dumb.

“Consider me impressed, then,” Steve tells him with a smile as he goes back to carefully piping lines on his snowman cookie. “And even more if you manage to make all of them look normal and not like they’re out of some fantasy novel.”

Eddie snorts, but it’s enough to get him focusing on his tree again. “Fantasy trees would be so much fun, though,” he points out as he diligently covers them all in green icing anyway. Doesn’t stop him from trying to paint on fantasy-esque ornaments anyway.

The cookies are about halfway done when Eddie finally decides he’s actually bored of it and flicks his paintbrush in Steve’s direction. A drop of bright blue lands in his carefully leveled out white icing, and he looks up with a raised eyebrow.

“Wanna go fuck again and finish these later?” Eddie asks hopefully. “Let them dry or whatever for a bit.”

“Finish the base layers on all of them, and we can,” Steve bargains. And it’s not a no, so Eddie decides he’ll take it.

Finishing up the cookies feels like a chore now that he’s decided it’s boring, though, so maybe his paint strokes are a little sloppier than before. It’s probably fine. No one is going to see them but him and Steve anyway, right?

“Did you have a plan for all of these cookies?” Steve asks as he finishes up the last of the snowmen. “Or did you just think that we’d be the ones eating all…” he does a quick count, “forty-seven of them.”

Which, when Steve says it like that, maybe assuming no one else would see them was a dumb move. Even if Eddie is good with eating the majority of them, that’s a lot of cookies for just two people. “We can give the nicer ones away to our friends, I guess? But only the nicer ones.”

Steve chuckles as he grabs one of the remaining trees to help Eddie finish up. “So only the ones I do, then?” he asks as his eyes flick between the two sets. And yeah, Eddie can give him that one. Even though he’s good at painting, icing and actual paint are, in fact, very different.

“Yes,” Eddie admits softly but they’re both grinning so it’s probably fine. “That’s the last one, so can we go fuck now? I’d prefer my brain to be mush from that than from this.”

“Yeah,” Steve laughs brightly as he stands from the table and offers a hand out to Eddie. “Yeah, we can go do that. Decided this isn’t the hobby for you?”

“No, no, definitely not. It’s mind-numbing,” Eddie replies as he takes the hand happily, using the leverage to pull Steve into a kiss where he also swoops a sneaky streak of royal icing down his cheek.

“Eddie!”

Cackling, Eddie lets go of Steve and scurries down the hallway to their bedroom for the second time that afternoon. If some of the icing follows them, well, it’s all fun and games, and they can do laundry.

It wouldn’t be the first weird stain their bedding has gotten on it, anyway.

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