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lovebugism · 8 months

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smut?? i’ve been thinking about this for awhile… drunk steve and drunk you have sex and it’s all mushy and giggly and you’re slamming into things and knocking shit down but you don’t care because you’re drunk and in love

thanks for your request angel!! — the one where steve fucks you in eddie munson's bathroom (established relationship, smut, 18+ mdni, 1.9k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

A drunk giggle spills from your swollen mouth as Steve ushers you into Eddie Munson’s bathroom.

It’s barely big enough for one person — let alone two — but you’re pressed too intently together for it to matter much. You stumble inside, making out like teenagers, and only stilling when your back meets the counter’s edge.

You’re smiling too big for Steve to kiss you as ardently as he wants to. His rosy mouth trails down your neck instead. He sprinkles sloppy, wet kisses along the warmed skin there — you taste like moonlight, summer air, and floral perfume.

You laugh louder when his large palms manhandle you to the countertop, ushering you further backward until you’re sitting pretty on the white laminate. The heavenly sound of your giggle is mixed with the harsh clattering of soap, aftershave, and hairspray. Some of it falls next to you, others hit the floor.

“Steve!” you protest, louder than you mean to. The beer numbing your mouth has also loosened your tongue, it seems.

Undeterred by the mess, the boy keeps on kissing you. He suckles just below your jaw, licking at your pulse point until you make a pretty noise for him. A smack fills the tiny bathroom when he parts from you.

His smile is crooked, and his eyes twinkle with alcohol and adoration. “It’s okay, babe— don’t worry about it.”

Even though you’re still distantly worried about the havoc you’re wreaking in the Munson trailer, you have half a mind to believe him.

Everyone else was too busy getting drunk by the lake — because if Eddie Munson graduating wasn’t a cause to get shitfaced, you didn’t know what was. Steve had pulled you away with the excuse of raiding the kitchen for food. It wasn’t the strangest excuse in the world. The munchies often hit him hard after the first joint. Everybody was too drunk, too high, or too absorbed in conversation to care.

With Wayne having departed to work the wretched graveyard shift and the younger kids having long gone home, it left you and Steve with an empty trailer and unkissed mouths.

Both were very easily filled.

You’re hoping you will be, too.

Steve’s mouth engulfs your own again. His tongue swipes against yours with a newfound vigor, tasting vaguely of Budweiser and peppermint. Your fingers twist in his honey-colored locks as he kisses the breath from your lungs.

Your sigh fans against his cupid’s bow when his fingers sneak beneath the hem of your skirt. They’re long and warm creeping between your thighs — you part him instinctually. A whimper sounds from within your throat when the tips of them drag gently across your clothed cunt. His smile curls against your mouth when he feels the wet patch dampening the cotton.

Your lips click when he parts from you. You mourn the taste of him, though your grief quickly ebbs when his fingers pull your panties to the side. The pad of his thumb presses between your velvet lips in search of your clit. He finds it almost instantly, smirking when your thighs clench around his wrist.

“There?” he questions anyway, thumbing more intently at the sensitive button until you keen.

“Yes,” you moan in the affirmative — louder when he slips a finger into you. His pointer finger slides in with little effort from all the honey you leak for him. His middle finger slithers in next to it just the same.

Steve kisses you again, a bit rough in his drunken state. The sudden force of his adoration knocks you slightly backwards. Your shoulders collide with the poorly hung mirror behind you. It bangs against the drywall and jostles the bottles on the surrounding shelves. A few of them fall like rain around you. A small container of baby powder tumbles to the counter and then to the floor with a dense thud.

You gasp against Steve’s mouth when white dust bursts from the cap.

“Steve!” you exclaim again, not laughing as you part from him this time.

His brows scrunch as he shakes his head, lazy and uncaring. “It’s okay—”

“Eddie’s gonna get mad!”

Steve groans. His scruffy features scruff in contempt as he pouts. “Can we please not talk about another guy while my fingers are inside you, babe? I’m beggin’.”

A smile tugs at your buzzing lips. A giggle spills from them before you can stop it. “Sorry, Stevie…”

His mouth finds your neck again. He sprinkles sloppy kisses there, occasionally nipping at the thrumming tendons. Spurred on by your pretty whimpered moans, he crooks his fingers within your pulsating walls until his forearm starts to burn.

“Missed you,” he mumbles into your burning skin.

“I’ve been with you all night,” you retort with a soft laugh. It turns into a moan when he rolls your clit with the pad of his thumb. The hand not entwined in his hair, clutches his flexed bicep.

“Yeah, but it’s been, like, forever since I’ve gotten to touch you.”

Your grin widens even though he can’t see it with his face pressed so intently in your neck.

He’s good at making the small things feel more dramatic than they really are — like going a couple of days without fucking you, for example. You laugh about it, but you don’t realize how much you’ve missed him back until he’s touching you all over.

“It’s been four days— if that.”

“Exactly,” he hums as he parts from you. The muscles of his toned arm tense as he braces himself along the counter. His other arm continues to pleasure you, wrist twisting to find the spot that makes you keen.

“I’ve been neglecting you, huh?” he lilts in a murmur.

Your gaze goes lidded, heavy with pleasure, as his fingers push further into you. You try your best to keep his stare. His clenched jaw, strong nose, and chocolate eyes are too pretty to look away from.

“I can tell. Your pussy’s fucking drooling for me, baby.”

A moan spills from your mouth at his wicked words — louder when his fingers hit a spot inside you that feels like a lightning strike down your spine. Your neck tenses as you toss your head back.

“Please, fuck me,” you beg in an unabashed whine.

And who was Steve to deny his best girl of anything?

He slips his fingers from your cunt, though your walls threaten to suckle him back in.

You pout at the emptiness — brows furrowed, nose softly scrunched, and lips jutted out. Steve chuckles at the sulking expression on your pretty face while his hands make quick work of his belt.

His cock is hard and aching when he frees it from the confines of his briefs. He jerks it in his fist, visibly heavy in his hand. Your mouth drools at the sight of it, flushed red at the tip and leaking pearly white pre-cum.

You’d beg for a taste of him if you weren’t so painfully needy.

You lean against the mirror again, more gently this time. Steve’s arm sits just over your shoulder as he braces his hand against the glass. Before you have time to complain about the print he’s definitely smudging there, the bulbous tip of his cock drags up and down your satiny cunt. The slick you pool for him allows him to effortlessly sink into you.

His cock pushes through your pulsating walls, inch by relentless inch. A moan spills from your open mouth, a delicate sound that entwines with the hearty groan that spills from Steve’s throat. He doesn’t still until his hips are wedged firmly against yours.

The small bathroom of a trailer that belonged to neither of you quickly fills with whimpers, moans, and whispered pleas.

The sting and drag of his cock in your quivering hole drives you wild. Tongue slackened with alcohol, you whine as you babble — “It’s so good. You’re so good to me, Stevie. Fucking me so good.” Your legs wrap around his hips to press him closer to you, even though you’re not entirely sure you could take much more in your sensitive state.

“Gimme all of it, baby,” you slur anyway. “I want all of it.”

Needing you too badly to fuck you as slow as he usually likes to, he holds your thigh over his hip with one hand and braces his other over your shoulder — fucking you for all your worth on Eddie’s bathroom sink.

His merciless cock punches into you. Between his measured thrusts, he grumbles. “Take it then, baby— fucking take it. ’S yours. All of it.”

He says it because he means it, but also because he knows how much you like it. Steve loves how much you love hearing his little reassurances. He needs them too sometimes — most times.

The lewd nature of his innocent promises makes your cunt clench around him.

“Mine,” you whimper when your orgasm creeps up your spine. Your swollen clit meets the base of his cock with each of his thrusts, rubbing against the coarse thatch of pubic hair there. It burns, deliciously so, and makes you keen for him. You keep on babbling.

“’S my cock, Stevie. Mine— oh, fuck—”

You grow impossibly wetter. The slap of his heavy balls against your silk pussy sounds within the tiny room in time with the subtle banging of the mirror behind you. You’re lucky the rest of the group was outside. Neither of you could be quiet if you tried.

Your words make him buckle down over you. Honey-colored tendrils fall over his forehead as he leans over you to devour your mouth. His broad body cages you against the counter while he punches deeper and deeper inside you.

Your lips slide together in a sloppy, needy mess. You cling desperately to his t-shirt, right where his back flexes, as you climb your peak.

“Come inside me,” you plead against his mouth, over the sound of your bodies slapping together. “Please, come inside me. I need it, Stevie. Need it so fucking bad.”

Steve whines a broken moan when he parts from you. He fucks into you harder, a relentless pace that sends burning embers prickling at your sensitive clit. He rambles as he races towards his own orgasm.

“‘M gonna give it to you, baby,” he promises through labored pants. “I’m gonna— fuck— I’m gonna give you all my cum. Gonna give my girl all my fucking cum—”

Neither of you last more than ten seconds after that.

Steve comes first.

The feeling of his cock spitting several warm loads into your welcoming pussy was enough to make you burst seconds after.

His body leans heavily against your own as he comes down, unintentionally pinning you as you twitch through the aftershocks of your head-spinning orgasm.

The bathroom — much messier than it had been when you first stumbled in — fills with the sounds of labored breaths and smacking kisses.

Steve’s lips dance across cheek, jaw, and neck while you whine through your slowly ebbing high. You’re jolted from the post-coital haze at the distant sound of the trailer door clicking open and shut again.

The two of you tense instantaneously.

“Shit,” Steve huffs breathlessly. “We need to get back out there.”

He makes no attempt to move off of you, though. Your cunt warms his softening cock too sweetly for him to ever want to leave it. Not that he could just yet, anyway. His limbs feel too much like jello for that now.

With wide eyes, still bleary with honey, you blink up at him. “Do you think they heard?”

“Of course, I did!” Robin suddenly grouses from the other side of the door. It doesn’t sound like she’s standing at the entrance, though. Her muffled voice comes slightly lower, as though she were sitting right next to it. “You two are the loudest people on planet Earth! I’ve been waiting to use the bathroom for five whole minutes— so if I pee my pants, you two are to blame!”

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morganski-19 · 1 month

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The One with the Child

Robin and Nancy walk into the café after a long day of work. Stopping when they see Jonathan sitting on the couch reading a book with a toddler sitting next to him, playing with a toy. They share a confused look before walking around the couch.

“Hey Jon,” Nancy leads.

Jonathan looks up from his book. “Oh, hey guys. How was work?”

“Uh, fine,” Nancy says, still confused. “Just one, tiny, quick question.”

“Whose child is that?” Robin points at the toddler looking up at them with big eyes.

“Oh, right, this is Argyle’s niece, Stella. He’s in the bathroom, so I’m watching her for a minute.”

Robin flops on the armchair. “Oh, thank God. I thought that was just a random kid.”

Jonathan gives her a weird look. “Did you think I just stole a child? What gave you the impression that I would do that?”

Robin shrugs. “Someone could have just left the child here. You don’t know. That happens. You would be surprised how many times Steve has had to stay afterschool to sit with a kid whose parent forgot to come pick them up.”

“To be fair, my mom did that a few times when I was a kid.” Nancy pulls one of the other chairs closer. “Only a few times though.”

“My mom did that too. Happens when you’re a single mom.”

Argyle comes back from the bathroom, hair braided down his back. “Hey dudes. You meet Stella?” He sits down on the couch, Stella grabbing his arm and hiding behind it. “She’s a bit shy.”

“Robin thought I stole her.”

Robin makes a high-pitched noise. “I did not. I thought you were picked by a lazy parent to be entrusted with their child. That is far different than stealing.”

“Still doesn’t make it any better.”

Robin rolls her eyes, getting up to go order a coffee at the bar.

“Which sister is Stella’s mom?” Nancy asks, trying to change the conversation.

Argyle tries to get Stella to loosen her grip on his arm but fails. “Julia. She has a job interview in the city today so I’m watching her.”

“And you brought her here?” Robin sits back down with her coffee.

“Hey, this is a family friendly establishment until seven and by then she will be back with her mom. She should be done soon to come pick her up.”

Eddie walks into the café, waving as he orders a coffee at the bar. Doing a double take when he sits down, eyes wide.

“I know I’ve only known you guys for like a year but none of you had a secret kid, right?”

“No, this is my sister’s kid. I’m watching her for a few hours.”

Eddie relaxes in his seat. “Oh, thank God. I could not have dealt with that twice in one week.”

Nancy perks up. “Twice?”

“Yeah, remember my buddy Jeff from high school. Apparently, him and his girl are expecting. Sent me into a whole crisis.”

“Oh, that’s why you were cleaning your room a few days ago.”

“I’m offended that’s why you think I was cleaning, but you’re correct.”

“Why were you having a crisis?” Robin asks over her coffee. “It’s not like we’re not at an age where people we know start having kids.”

Eddie makes a large gesture. “That’s why I was having a crisis. It was the first one of my friends that is taking that next step in life. While I’m still stuck between two jobs, not in a relationship, and a giant fucking mess. Sorry,” he apologizes to Argyle.

“She’s two, she doesn’t know what that word means,” Argyle assures.

Steve comes into the café and sits on the chair next to Eddie. Covering his face in his hands. “If I see another first grader, it’ll be too soon.”

“Bad day.” Robin gives him a sympathetic look.

Steve nods. “Three kids had to be sent to the nurse because they were sick. Three, like visibly sick. They shouldn’t have even been sent in at all. And then the rest were just on edge and didn’t want to settle down after recess. And.” He finally spots Stella on the couch. “One of your sister’s kids?”

Argyle nods. “Yeah. Her mom should be here soon, so don’t worry.”

“I said first graders for a reason. They are monsters. What’s her name?”

“Stella. Do you want to say hi?” he asks her. Stella gives Steve a small wave.

Steve melts a little bit. “You have just made my whole day, Stella.”

A woman who looks a little like Argyle walks into the café. Argyle notices her and stands, picking up Stella from the couch. “Hey, Jules. How was the interview?”

“Pretty good. Thanks for watching her again, I appreciate it.” She takes Stella out of Argyle’s arms. “Did you have a good time with Uncle Argyle?” Stella nods into her mother’s shoulder. “Hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

Argyle shakes his head. “Not at all. Right Jon?”

“Yeah, not at all.”

Julia nods, finally realizing the rest of the group.

“Oh right, Julie, these are my friends. You’ve met some of them. Dudes, this is my sister Julia.”

The group gives a mix of greetings before going back to separate conversations. Julia says hello back before Argyle walks her out of the café.

“It was seriously no trouble watching her, it was nice to see her. And you.”

“I know. Wish I could stay more, but we got to get back.”

“If you need a place to stay, you can chill at our place. I’ll take the couch so you can have a bed.”

Julia shakes her head. “That sweet but I didn’t pack an overnight bag. If we leave now, we might make it before the next rush hour. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you and Jon.”

“Nonsense. You know you’re always welcome at our place.”

“When are you two finally going to cut the crap and get together already. The whole family’s been waiting for it.”

Argyle groans. “Tell me there’s not a betting pool.”

“You already know the answer to that.”

“Jesus. I’m not sure we even ever will. He’s like the first best friend I’ve ever had, I don’t want to lose him over some stupid feelings.”

Stella coos, grabbing at her mom’s hair. “We should go before she starts getting fussy. For what it’s worth, I don’t think you will. You might not believe me, but there’s more hope than you think there is. From an outsider’s perspective.”

“So, I can blame you when everything goes up in flames. Nice.” Julie gently slaps his arm. “Call me when you get back, alright.”

“I will. Wave goodbye to Uncle Argyle, Stella.”

“Bye, bye,” Steve whispers with a small wave.

Argyle smiles. “Bye, Stella. Nice seeing you both.”

They walk down the street to where Julia parked as Argyle returns to the café.

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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Part 1 Part 2

The rain comes on heavier as Eddie starts up Steve’s car, drives away. Dustin shuts the van door and glances over his shoulder to see Steve stretching out along the couple of seats in the back that Eddie usually reserves for his guitars. It doesn’t even look like Steve wants to be lying down, more that his body is just demanding to be horizontal.

Dustin sits down right on the floor, his head by Steve’s feet. Steve shuffles with a grunt, making room for him on the seats, but Dustin doesn’t take up the offer.

“Your ass is gonna go numb,” Steve says tiredly.

“No it won’t.”

Steve gives an exhausted kind of snort. “Uh, yeah it will,” he says—in that affected drawl he loves to use whenever he decides to contradict Dustin for the stupidest of reasons.

Dustin rolls his eyes. He’s about to tell Steve to shut up, but then he hears Steve sucking in deliberate breaths, holding them with clenched teeth. It kind of reminds him of when someone tries to cure their own hiccups, but he at least knows that’s not the case here.

“G,” Dustin declares.

Steve sighs. “Oh, fuck you. Um…”

His breathing evens out a bit as he thinks. It’s a recurring game they’ve got: shouting out a random letter and seeing if the other person can name a movie in ten seconds or less. Lately, Steve’s taken to smugly saying a letter just as Dustin takes a large bite of food, which Dustin calls “cheating” and Steve calls “strategy.”

“Ghostbusters,” Steve says with a little smirk.

“Acceptable,” Dustin concedes.

“Hey, remember your Halloween costume?” Steve says, sitting up a little on his elbows; his smile turns more fond than teasing. “Your mom kept showing me the pictures for months.” He looks off into the distance for a moment, like he’s seeing them all over again. He blinks, then says, “You were tiny, Henderson.”

It’s not said condescendingly, not in the syrupy kind of way that some distant family friends would mean it. More like he’s just bewildered by the passing of time.

So Dustin doesn’t grumble at the remark. Instead he says, “Mom’s out of town tonight.”

“Christmas shopping?” Steve asks.

“Nope.” Dustin tilts his head, raising his eyebrows. “Cousin Marlene.”

When Steve just looks blankly at him, Dustin huffs. “Come on, seriously? Didn’t I tell you?”

“Last thing you told me was her perm went wrong.”

“Oh,” Dustin says, mollified. “Okay, you’re missing an update. Henry’s cheating on her.”

“God, she can’t catch a break. Who’s the—”

But Dustin’s already doing a drum roll on his knees. “Julie.”

Steve sits up a little more, gapes. “No. Is that the one who—?”

“The leader of the PTA!”

Steve clicks his fingers. “See, I told you, I told you, she was bad news.”

“Yeah, it’s a mess.”

Steve lies back down, one hand behind his head. “Tell me?” His eyes shut for a moment, and when they open, his lids look heavy.

Dustin gets up to the third phone call Cousin Marlene had made when Steve’s eyes don’t open again. It seems completely involuntary, the frown he still wears in his sleep betraying his discomfort. It makes Dustin think of whenever he was sent home sick from school, dragged down into a restless sleep that just made his head pound afterwards.

There’s the sound of a car pulling up. Dustin moves to sit in the passenger seat, looks through the window and sees Eddie jumping out of a Chevy. He gives a very polite wave that in another circumstance, Dustin would find hilarious. The car drives off again.

When Eddie sees Steve sleeping in the back, he lets out a soft, “Oh,” and shuts the door as quietly as he can. He hesitates in starting up the engine, whispers, “I don’t wanna wake him.” When he does turn onto the road, Dustin feels like it’s the smoothest he’s ever seen him drive.

“Didn’t spook your ride too bad?” Dustin asks in an undertone.

A corner of Eddie’s mouth quirks up. “Yeah, hopefully not. Nice lady. Apparently Steve feeds her cat when she’s on vacation.” He glances at the rearview mirror. His voice lowers even more when he says, “How was he?”

Dustin pauses. He looks back at Steve—still asleep, occasionally half-mouthing words he can’t hope to decipher.

“I… I don’t know what was…” Dustin sighs, feels useless again. “Eddie, he was crying.”

Eddie clicks his tongue unhappily. He pulls up to Steve’s driveway, stops a little distance away from where Steve’s car is already parked.

Eddie cuts the engine. Steve doesn’t stir. The rain, if possible, gets even heavier.

Eddie looks out at the house, deep in thought. “Spare key still under the mat?”

Dustin shrugs. “Should be.”

Another pause. Eddie nods. “Okay, I’m gonna—get a change of clothes for him, and then we can, uh, figure out what to—”

But when he opens the door, Steve sits up with a gasp.

Eddie twists in his seat. “Woah, hey, you’re—”

“Thanks for the ride,” Steve bites out, and he shoves past them both without another word, steps out into the rain.

“Hey, wait a second,” Eddie says, and Dustin can tell that he’s trying to sound calm and just missing the mark; the words come out too quickly, too frantic.

But the panic tugs at Dustin, too; he watches as Steve heads into the house, and can’t help but feel that he’s watching something slip away.

It frightens him.

He darts around Eddie, the soles of his sneakers smacking on the wet driveway. He runs, can hear Eddie calling after him.

“Dustin, wait!”

But he ignores him, flying through the front door, then suddenly feels Eddie’s arm cutting across, blocking his path forward.

He’s about to complain, to push him away.

But then he sees the glass on the floor.

The hallway is a mess: there’s a clear vase broken into pieces; on a long, wooden table, the phone lies off the hook—even more than that, the handset is cracked in several places. Dustin can see dents in the table from where the phone must’ve been smashed against it; he can picture it, suddenly, even though he’s never seen such a thing, never known Steve to lose control like that. Can see him bringing the phone down again and again…

A crunch of glass underfoot as Eddie moves in front of him. Eddie carefully kicks a few shards to the side. He looks behind him, catches Dustin’s eye and says, “Careful.”

They cautiously move through the hallway into the kitchen. Dustin lets Eddie take the lead—finds himself caught short in the doorway at the sight of Steve standing in the kitchen, both hands braced against the counter, head bowed.

Eddie stops a couple of steps away from him. “Steve. Hey. What happened?”

“Nothing,” Steve says. He raises his head and turns to Eddie, one hand still gripping the counter, almost like he needs something to keep himself standing. “Phone lines are down here, think a tree fell or something. It’s really nothing.”

“Steve,” Eddie says simply, in a tone that clearly means it’s not nothing.

But Steve looks over at Dustin, addresses him. “It’s fine. I’m—you can go, seriously. Just… I’m fine.”

Dustin doesn’t know what to say.

Eddie takes another step forward. “Steve,” he repeats.

“Please,” Steve says. His voice is breaking. “Please just leave it alone.”

Silence.

“I can’t do that,” Eddie says, like it’s destroying him to say it.

Steve moves forward now, and he shoves Eddie back with both hands—and Dustin has seen Steve in a fight, has seen him be mean, and this is none of those things. It’s something desperate and afraid.

“Why not?” Steve breathes. He pushes again, but it hardly even jostles Eddie, Steve’s strength wavering. “Why not?”

“Because,” Eddie whispers, and he pulls Steve’s hands off his jacket and just holds onto them. “I care about you.”

Steve’s face crumples. For a split second, Dustin worries that he’ll pull away, but then he falls against Eddie, and Eddie holds him up as he quietly starts to cry.

“This is so,” Steve chokes, breathes raggedly, “so fucking stupid.”

He keeps repeating it, so fucking stupid, over and over.

“No,” Eddie says. He sways just a little, one hand stroking through Steve’s hair, right down to the back of his neck. “Shh. You’re okay, oh, you’re okay.”

Dustin steps further into the room. He wants to somehow find something that can make this all better—knows there’s more to be fixed than a broken phone. “You’ve gotta get out of this house,” Eddie murmurs, lips almost touching Steve’s temple. “Okay? How about…”

But he trails off, and Dustin knows that he was about to suggest that Steve stay at his—can already tell, from the way that Steve tenses near imperceptibly, that the suggestion would create a stalemate.

Dustin can read it in Steve’s hunched shoulders that if Eddie offers his place, to Steve it’ll feel like he’s imposing or some bullshit like that; he’ll dig his heels in, facing another night alone and…

Eddie bites down hard on his lip again; Dustin can practically hear his panicked train of thought.

And now he knows what to do.

“Stay at mine,” he says, and both Steve and Eddie look over at him. “Mom says I need “adult supervision” if I’m home alone, but you’ll do, I guess.”

It’s technically the truth, apart from the fact that Dustin had planned to have a sleepover with Lucas tonight, but well. Details.

Eddie’s eyes are shining with gratitude.

“A thankless job, huh?” he says, gently nudging Steve. “But I guess someone’s gotta do it.”

Steve exhales. His eyes meet Dustin’s before darting away, and Dustin hates that he looks ashamed.

“Okay,” Steve says.

#just 3 parts i said. & like steve i was lying to myself #steve and dustin #dustin henderson fic #steddie with dustin’s pov #steve harrington #dustin henderson #eddie and dustin #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve x eddie #henderfam

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gravedigginbbydoll · 20 days

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Hawkins University : The Munson Edition

AN: Hey, y'all. I've finally moved! So, I'm working on writing right now. I'm so sorry for the long wait; I've been juggling a lot. I hope you like this chapter; we'll get into more drama and romance in the next chapters! Pls remember that reblogs and comments are appreciated! Also feedback!

→ cliches: friends to lovers, heavy use of nicknames instead of Y/N, we're all just struggling college kids, Music Tutor! Eddie, Resident Assistant! Reader, good girl x bad boy, instant connections, 'I don't trust most people but I trust you', 'are we friends or more?', and 'I can't believe you're such a slut that you have a special dtf drawer...'

→ warnings: mature topics, insecurity, hurt and comfort, drinking and drug usage, strong language, bullying, mental health, discussion of suicide and self harm, mature thoughts, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairing: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

Chapter 8

Bug's POV

It had been two weeks since you and Eddie kissed. Though you both had talked about liking one another, neither of you breached the topic of your relationship. And to be honest, it hadn’t bothered you. You got to enjoy the typical activities with Eddie, plus the bonus of kissing or cuddling. You weren’t worried about labels or anything. Plus it meant you didn’t have to feel so guilty about not going on dates or dressing up. Only something more had developed…

You had begun to have a dilemma of jealousy and embarrassment.

It began that fateful on the November night that was fading into December, finals approaching viciously. You had overheard from a few classmates that Eddie denied their advances, all of them bitter about the situation. You knew why, but couldn’t help but feel worried. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but you also weren’t nearly as experienced as Eddie. And maybe that sparked something in you.

You were somehow both relieved and frustrated that Eddie hadn’t tried anything with you yet, curious as to how he would be with you. Some stories…made you sit at the edge of your seat, a gasp in your throat.

He couldn’t help his reputation, really.

You knew Eddie would make dirty jokes about enjoying choking with Gareth and even fake moans around Steve to make him disgusted. But he never did that with you. He was always sincere and kind. Tamed? In a way. But some tiny little piece of you, something depraved and lonely, wondered why.

So you decided to test the waters.

It started out small, of course. Something like a stupid ‘that’s what she said’ joke.

A few days later it snowballed to a joke revolving around your taste in jewelry and saying “Truthfully, I prefer my necklaces to be more...tight. Like a hand.”

It was laughable, really. Embarrassing.

But the straw that officially broke the camel's back?

A joke about Eddie's drawer.

Eddie and you had been messing around, kissing sometimes and giggling, discussing past embarrassing moments. And that’s when you heard the story of how some guy ran out of Steve and Eddie’s shared apartment when he saw the ‘drawer’. You had rolled your eyes, laughing a bit and teasing Eddie gently.

“I mean it is a bit slutty of you,” You giggled, curled into Eddie’s side.

Eddie tickled your side gently, grinning softly, “Hey! We do not slut shame in this house. It’s rude,” He teased, nose scrunched up in the cutest way possible. Your heart skipped a beat.

You smiled a devious grin and shrugged, standing up. “I wasn’t slut shaming…just…word gets around.” Your stomach was twisting and turning with nerves, your heart pumping. You were pushing it a bit, but wanted to test the waters.

Eddie raised a brow at you, fighting a smile on his lips, eyes dark and twinkling with mischief. “Oh, does it, now? And what exactly…went around…?”

You walked around, avoiding his gaze as you stared at the Warhammer minis on his shelf, a delicate finger careful to not touch them. “Oh…ya know…things like…how you’re really good at eating out. Or how you like ropes…and maybe…how you love power dynamics…how you…seem to really love getting people off.” With every phrase falling from your lips you felt more and more giddy and nervous, your heart thumping out of your chest. Your thighs squeezed together to rid the ache between your legs as you pretended to be more interested in his decor. You came to his band posters, some local, some big names. You stared at the art work and tried to avoid the intense feeling of Eddie’s gaze on you.

“Oh…I see. And how much did you believe of it?,” His voice seemed low and almost like a whisper, but the guttural tones and bass of his vocals made a shiver run down your spine. You tried to hold your ground, walking towards his desk, playing with a fidget cube he kept on his desk for concentration. Your back was still to him.

“Mmm…not much. I heard a lot of what seemed like exaggeration about how many times you made people…finish.” You breathed out, trying to ignore the trembling in your hands and the feeling of breathlessness consuming you.

Eddie chuckled darkly and seemed to shuffle about, finally stepping closer to you and tracing delicate fingers up your side. “Do you want to find out if it’s true?” His breath was in your ear, making your skin feel hot and your stomach twist in knots.

You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant and looking off towards a Metallica poster, chewing on your lip. “I mean, if you want to prove yourself…fine. But there's no way you can make anyone cum that much, no matter how slutty you-”

You found yourself spun around quickly as a pair of strong and calloused hands intertwined into your hair and pulled you in at your waist, his mouth immediately upon yours as he shut you up with the most passionate and panty dropping kiss you had ever experienced. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips encased yours, fireworks going off in your belly. He rubbed his hand at your side, slipping under your shirt to have his cool hand touch your warming skin. He continued to tug at your hair, eliciting little moans from you and making wetness pool in your underwear, your body alight with desire.

You felt desperate and pathetic, but in the best way. So often you were the caring and overbearing friend, the one who was always the designated driver, the one who worked a thankless job and tried to push others along to succeed. But here, with Eddie, you often felt free to let loose. Free to think less about others and more about yourself. And it seemed that translated into the bedroom too.

Eddie was leaving your mouth to kiss down your neck, nipping and biting softly, causing you to whimper and claw at his back. He steered you toward what felt like the bed, dropping you onto your back before looming over you. His eyes were dark and his lips pink and swollen from the kissing. His arms were braced on either side of your head as his hair made a curtain around you, your heart beating at the sight of his expression. It was like he was hungry and desperate.

“You’re so gorgeous…I’m gonna make you see fucking stars,” He growled out, making your body shiver in delight.

He lifted your shirt off your frame, throwing it to the side as he cupped your breasts, eyes looking at you for reassurance. You nodded, biting your lip. He grinned devilishly, coming in to leaving bruising kisses and bites at your neck, his nimble fingers pinching and playing with your nipples, the desire pooling between your thighs as you squirmed under him.

“Such a pretty girl…so responsive…,” He groaned out, grinding his hardness into you for a minute while you moaned, before moving down and taking a nipple in his mouth, first giving it teasing licks before he latched on and began sucking and nipping at the bud, making you whine and grip the bedding underneath you, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. You felt like you were on cloud 9. Your thoughts consumed by the goofy metalheads mouth and tongue, pleasure ever growing. You practically lost it when one of his hands traveled south while the other continued playing with your nipple that wasn’t between his teeth, hovering above your mound.

“Can I touch you, baby? Can I play with your clit?,” He growled out around your nipple, your back arching at his words as you felt your cunt throb. You were mindless. You were putty in his hands.

“Yes, god please…yes…”

At that his hands went under your panties, finger quickly finding your sensitive spot and circling it gently. You were squirming, back arching, as his lip popped off your breast obscenely and moved to the other, and his fingers moved to tug at your nipple and keep it hard. At this point you swore you were going to combust. Eddie just kept whispering praise and growling around you, calling you his ‘plaything’ and his ‘girl’. Your back arching as you felt the familiar build, your cunt clenching around nothing as you whimpered, eyes screwed shut.

“Fu-fuck…’M gonna cum…gonna cum…please please please, Eds,” You clawed at his back, releasing a moan from him as he moved to kiss you, still rubbing at your clit, this time with a bit more ferocity. You felt the pleasure between your legs build and build as you moaned into his mouth, finally snapping as he lightly smacked your clit, growling into your mouth. You saw white, your eyes rolling back as your body shook, gasps and moans escaping your mouth. You laid there, boneless for a moment, eyes shut as you caught your breath.

Eddie collapsed beside you, sighing out. Your eyes fluttered open to look at him, still trying to catch your breath.

“I guess…rumors hold…a bit of truth,” You panted, smiling weakly as Eddie chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“That was just a preview…catch your breath because I’m not letting you leave this bed until I’ve had my fill with you,” He whispered, smiling devilishly as he kissed your forehead and your eyes went wide.

Eddie Munson would be the death of you.

Once you’d had Eddie’s touch, his kiss…You were insatiable.

Any moment you had free, you were in his grip. You experienced the ropes, the toys, everything. You now knew exactly what had all the people at Hawkins so hooked onto Eddie, his mere touch making you see stars. You had yet to actually have full penetrative sex, but it was satisfying exploring the space between.

You hadn’t questioned your relationship, okay with not labeling it for the time. Though it seemed to really bother Steve.

‘So, you guys finally a thing?’

‘He finally popped the lil question?’

‘Finally… or am I just hopeful again?’

The last time he had asked, you were wearing Eddie’s shirt and boxers, cooking breakfast. You shook your head with a smile, laughing at Steve’s groan of frustration after Eddie walked out with a messy bedhead, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Everything was simple and fun.

And sure, a small part of you hoped soon Eddie would call you his. You knew you were exclusive, and that was great. But some days you had dreamed of hearing the words ‘my girl’ fall from his lips.

But you would settle with the little piece of heaven you were gifted.

You could always sense a storm before it came. Not a literal storm, but an unfortunate event. Of course it could be argued that your anxiety led you to always sensing a storm, even if one wasn’t oncoming. But you knew the familiar feeling, your belly churning, your heart squeezed, and your head pained by pressure and nerves alike.

It all started after the afternoon you and Eddie had been cuddling and watching trashy TV, giggling over stupid circumstances. Eddie turned over and looked at you.

“This may sound weird but…would you be okay if I used you for a song?”

Your heart skipped a beat, your breath caught in your throat.

“Uh, sure…That’s okay,” you replied meekly, heart leaping at the thought of your closest friend and romantic interest with benefits writing something about you. For you.

He smiled at you, those ice melting dimples causing your mind to turn to goo. You smiled back shyly, snuggling back into the crook of his arm.

Then your phone buzzed, causing your brow to furrow.

You looked down at the screen in your hand, seeing a notification from Instagram.

@ChrissytheCutie has followed you!

You felt a sense of confusion and sourness build. You didn’t know the account, but decided to brush it off. You didn’t post much anyways and you knew a bunch of people would just follow you after seeing you went to Hawkins.

And boy…

Was that a mistake.

Taglist: @josephquinnsfreckles @corrodedcoffincumslut @kirisuteg0men @bebe07011 @amira0303 @vintagehellfire @lottie-90 @animechick555

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bruisedboys · 11 months

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congrats on 4k!! you’ve quickly become one of my fav writers. i always go back to you when i want something to read especially all you’re shy!readers! i’m shy and anxious as well and the way you write it is very relatable <3

may i request eddie or steve (your choice) with “do you trust me?” “yes”?

thank you baby! you’re too sweet omg. I changed the dialogue up just a tiny bit but the idea is the same! I love u and thank u for the ask x

shy!fem!reader join the celebration!

You’re nervous. Steve can tell, not because you’re being loud about it, because you never are about anything, but because you’re the quietest you’ve been since your first date with him. A first date which, although Steve thought he’d blown it the moment he’d called you pretty and you wouldn’t look him in the eye for five whole minutes, turned into you being Steve’s very new girlfriend.

He watches you pick at your nails, a frown pulling at your pretty lips. He knows exactly why you’re nervous, even though he’s not an expert at reading you just yet. It’s not rocket science — anyone would be nervous for a job interview. Unfortunately, you get nerves in unfair and extremely large dosages compared to everyone else.

Steve shuffles closer to you on the hood of his car where you’re both situated, his thigh almost touching yours. “Y/N?”

You must hear him because you stop picking at your nails, but you show no other sign of acknowledging him. Steve knows you’re not being rude, ‘cos when are you ever? You’re the sweetest girl he’s ever met. Sweetest and shyest. Hence the silence.

“Hey, look at me?” He asks gently, sliding a hand in between yours and taking your much smaller hand in his. He squeezes it for good measure. “Wanna talk to ya.”

You squeeze his hand back, albeit much less confidently, but it still makes Steve’s heart race. He’s new to your affections, shy but sweet and totally endearing. Every time you do something like this he ends up liking you even more, which is saying something.

Steve waits for you to look at him. When you do it’s like all the air’s been knocked out his chest. You’re so pretty it hurts, and even worse, you don’t even know it.

“You look really pretty today,” he says without really meaning to — he sometimes (always) forgets to hold his tongue around you. It becomes a problem when he starts dishing out compliments and you get all flustered from them. Speaking of flustered, you go all shy and blink at him adorably as if he’s the sun.

“Steve,” you say, almost exasperated.

Steve really likes how you say his name. It shows in his smile. “What? It’s true.”

You duck your head and cover your eyes with your free hand. “Stop,” you murmur, but you sound like you’re smiling.

Steve laughs. You’re the cutest. He’s called you pretty and you’re acting like he just hung the moon for you. He’d hate to see your reaction when he really gets going.

“I’m sorry,” he says, still grinning like a madman, pulling at your wrist gently to get you to uncover your face. “Hey, come out, I still wanna talk.”

You oblige, letting him unmask you till you’re flushed and smiling in the late afternoon sun. He pulls both your hands into his lap with no intention of letting them go.

“I know you’re feeling nervous about the interview,” he says slowly. “And I know nothing I can say will really help, but I promise you it’s gonna be okay.”

Steve waits for you to say something. When you do, you’re frowning. “You don’t know that, Steve. I’m probably gonna get all awkward and mess it up.”

Steve tuts at you, his thumb finding a stretch of skin on your hand that he can rub circles into. “You won’t. You won’t mess it up, hun, I promise. I’m gonna be there the whole time, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you repeat back softly. Your eyes follow Steve’s hands as he pulls one of your hands to his lips, his mouth to your skin. A whisper of a kiss. You go hot under his affections.

He drops your hand lest you explode into a million pieces. “I can even whisper all your lines to you to help you remember,” he suggests, half joking and half not.

“Steve,” you mumble, embarrassed now. You steal your hand back to pick at the rip in your jeans, a tangle of frayed threads just above your knee.

Steve laughs and is delighted when a smile works it’s way onto your lips. “Okay, maybe I won’t do that. But I will be there if you need anything at all, okay? You do trust me, right?”

You smile for real then, a staggering smile that makes Steve want to kiss you silly and then some. “Yes. Of course I do, Steve.”

Steve grins, feeling proud of you and in love with you all at once. He’s definitely taking you out for ice cream and a movie after this. No matter how the interview goes.

#★ mal writes!#⟡ 4k celebration!#steve harrington #steve harrington blurbs #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington au #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington oneshot #stevesmixtape!

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livwritesstuff · 4 months

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More steddie dads content I really want some Eddie centered like teaching the girls guitar or dnd especially since Robbie is like him I think that they’d bind over a shared interest and he’d teach her stuff from when he was younger!

lol yeah the last few have def been more steve-centric (and also kind of a bummer) so let's switch up the vibe a bit

So, yes, Robbie is Eddie's daughter through and through.

She's stubborn and brazen and loud in her opinions and beliefs. She can be a little flippant about other peoples' feelings when she's not careful, and sometimes struggles to acknowledge the validity in other experiences outside of her own - in other words, she's Eddie to a T. She's even got the same big curly hair (though it's way more well-maintained than Eddie's had been thanks to Steve).

As for hobbies, Robbie is the only one out of Eddie and Steve's three daughters to really take an interest in music.

Eddie is thrilled about this, especially in the early days when Robbie is seven or eight and dying to try out any instrument they put in front of her. She has a natural proclivity for nearly all of them, which is fucking wild to Eddie, but the violin is the one she takes a particular shining towards.

Eddie can't say he'd ever had a resounding interest in classical music, but he wants to support Robbie so he dives into it right along with her.

That shit...

is metal as hell.

Seriously rad.

Eddie anxiously waits for her to be old enough to try out his old electric guitar. He waits until she's fifteen years old - the same age he'd been when he'd gotten his first electric - and then he digs it out of storage and bestows it upon her like the exquisite treasure it truly is.

In true teenager fashion, Robbie is...unimpressed.

She humors him for a bit, and to her credit, she does seem at least a bit intrigued by the almost forty-year-old guitar, but when Eddie offers to show her how to play, she only shrugs.

"I don't want to mess with my technique," she tells him, as if she's not shattering his heart into a bazillion tiny pieces.

"What does that even mean?"

"I dunno," she shrugs again.

Later, once the guitar has been safely put away, Eddie recounts the exchange to Steve.

"I just don't get it," he laments, "She'd be so good at it! I don't get why she won't just give it one chance."

"She's you, my love," Steve tells him, "Are you forgetting all the years you spent rejecting everything outside of what you deemed acceptable. You grew out of it. She will too."

So Eddie resigns himself to waiting it out. Robbie ends up deciding she wants make a career out of playing the violin, and she goes to New York to get her bachelors in music.

Just as Steve had predicted, once she hits college and grows up a little bit, she starts seeing the value in the world outside of the small corner of it she occupies. She comes home from her first semester regaling them with all the things she'd learned, and she catches Eddie by surprise when she asks him to bring out his old electric guitar.

Eddie and Robbie jam in the basement for like five hours before Steve insists they go the fuck to bed, and that "Hazel has school in the morning, in case you lunatics forgot."

(As for dnd, looking at it from the perspective of teenage girls, Steve and Eddie's kids absolutely do not want to think about their dad DM-ing. Eddie can't even breathe the wrong way without his daughters calling him out for being cringe or whatever, never mind executing a whole campaign. They'd die of embarrassment - guaranteed.

Robbie does get super into MTG in college, which Eddie absolutely takes as a personal F-You from his daughter. He gets his revenge by refusing her offers to teach him to play, even though it honestly sounds like a fuckin' blast, but that's a hill he's willing to die on)

#the universe said “here's you in smart-ass teenage-girl form best of luck”#steve actually has a way harder time parenting her than eddie does but that's a conversation for another day #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #eddie munson #steve harrington

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sidekick-hero · 1 year

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Catch me like the falling rain

(steddie | explicit | 12.2k | Sequel to my first runner!Steve fic)

Eddie leans his head on Steve's shoulder, chuckles a little, and shakes his head, "I can't believe this is happening.”

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie, pulling him closer and asks in a soft voice, “What do you mean?”

Eddie lifts his head from Steve's shoulder to meet his eyes. "Three hours ago I thought you hated my guts, and now we're standing naked in your bathroom after you literally blew my goddamn mind. It's unreal, man.”

“I never hated you, Eddie.”

Or: The one where there is running and they are both wet. A lot. They make it work.

It's been three weeks, four days and fifteen hours since Steve left Eddie's trailer after one of the most amazing, albeit unexpected, orgasms of his life.

That sounds a lot better in his head than the fact that it's also been three weeks, four days and fifteen hours since he stole out of Eddie's trailer in the wee hours of the morning, leaving a still-sleeping Eddie behind.

If you asked him, he couldn't tell you why he did it. Sure, he could tell you all about how he couldn't bring himself to wake Eddie up, could tell you how peaceful Eddie had looked, with the rising sun bathing his room in soft, warm light, illuminating his sleeping face, relaxed and with a tiny bit of drool in the corner of his mouth, black curls a wild mess around his head, spilling onto the white and surprisingly fluffy pillows. It wasn't an attractive look per se, but like so many things, it worked for Eddie.

Steve had no idea why the sight made his insides churn with something almost unpleasant, but he knew he had to get out of there before Eddie woke up and wanted to talk.

Eddie's a good guy, Steve knows that. Eddie cares. He doesn't deserve Steve's "It's not you, it's me" speech, which even to Steve's own ears sounds stale and insincere. I like you, but I think we're better off as friends. It was just two guys hooking up, no big deal. I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea.

And just. No. No way was he going to put them both through that awkward mess.

So he ran.

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And he kept on running.

Every day, he would put on his running clothes, close the door behind him, and just - run. For hours. Sunshine, rain, light or dark. It didn't matter, as long as he could leave Steve Harrington behind for a while. Steve with his nightmares, his absent parents and the big empty house, Steve with his migraines and the friends he sometimes wondered would leave him too if he stopped being useful. Steve with his dead-end job, Steve with all those tangled feelings for another boy who had taken care of him in more ways than one.

Outrunning that Steve was what kept him going, day after day.

It helped, to a degree. If he ran fast enough, far enough, his mind would shut up. He would get lost in the tap, tap, tap of his feet on the ground, his mind focused on putting one foot in front of the other, dodging roots and low-hanging branches, finding his way through the woods.

He wished he didn't have to stop running, that he didn't have to go home and shower and eat and sleep and work.

He wished he didn't have to be Steve again.

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He didn't go back to the trailer park after - after.

"Hey, what about - do you want me to - y'know," Steve had nodded towards where Eddie's hard dick was straining against his jeans.

Eddie had looked at his face, avoiding his eyes, and said, "Nah, that's alright, you don't have to. Just get some rest, okay?" before heading for the bathroom.

Steve had sat on the couch where Eddie had just sucked his brains out of his dick and pulled his sweatpants up again.

Eddie hadn't offered to drive him home and Steve hadn't asked, so they had just shared Eddie's twin bed as they had so many times before.

Lying on their backs in the dark, close enough on the small bed that their arms touched, Steve had waited. For what, he wasn't sure. Not that it mattered, because it never came.

"Night, Stevie," Eddie had said, turning on his side, facing away from him.

Steve had looked at the back of Eddie's head for a long time before he whispered, "Night, Eddie."

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It wasn't easy to stay away. Not after weeks of Steve ending up at Eddie’s every time he put on his running shoes. His feet wanted to take him down familiar roads, his legs remembered the rhythm that brought them to their favorite resting place, his mind urged him to seek the safe haven it was used to finding in the form of Eddie's smile, gentle hands, and easy banter.

Hell, even his dick wanted him to follow his usual paths, remembering the way Eddie's mouth, Eddie's tongue, Eddie's throat had felt around it.

At first, it had just been to give them both some space. He hadn't been avoiding Eddie per se. He just happened to be busy when Eddie called to ask if he wanted to hang out, watch a movie, or go swimming at the quarry (he wondered since when Eddie wanted to go swimming of all things).

"Hey Steve-O, long time no see. I was wondering if you were kidnapped or something. Haven’t seen you around in a while. Think the kids miss you, man."

"Hey. Yeah, no, no kidnapping, just busy. I got a job, y’know." Low blow, he knew that. Eddie wanted a job, he tried really hard, but nobody in Hawkins wanted to hire a former murder suspect.

"Yeah, sure, Stevie. I just - never mind. Maybe next week, yeah?"

"Sure, I'll give you a call. Listen, I gotta go."

"Okay, I'll be here whenever. Take care."

The longer he stayed away, the harder it became to approach Eddie. They went from seeing each other almost every day to not seeing each other at all.

When Steve didn't call back the next week, Eddie showed up at his house. It was one of those Eddie things that Steve is never going to get used to, like him stocking up on dextrose and reading books about running. It's hard to wrap his head around the magnitude of it, even now.

Because - Steve had brushed him off, rudely so, and yet here Eddie was, seeking him out anyway. Going out of his way for Steve again, wearing his heart on his sleeve, showing Steve his underbelly. It had felt endearing, sprawled out on Eddie's couch, in Eddie's lap, but now Steve can't help but think of Tommy and Carol. He can still hear their jeering voices as they mocked his feelings for Nancy, the way he had cared for her.

Aww, Steve has a heart. He’s in loooooove.

Steve pretended he wasn’t home, hiding in his mother's broom closet with his arm around his knees, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking shallow breaths.

His Beemer was parked in the driveway, and Steve was sure Eddie had seen it.

Eddie rang the doorbell five times.

Steve didn't hear the van pull away from the curb in front of his house for another 20 minutes.

He didn't leave the closet for over an hour.

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Steve figured they would just see each other again at some group thing or whatever. Things would be back to normal in no time. He could take some time to figure things out. Time to fucking think about what it all means, what he feels for Eddie, and where he wants things to go with him. But Steve can't do all that if he has to look at him. He just... He can't.

So he gets up, he works, he runs. Rinse, repeat.

He barely sleeps those three weeks, four days and fifteen hours. Exhaustion knocks him out for a few hours here and there, and that's enough to keep him going.

That's what he tells himself.

It's fine.

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He makes it ten more days like this.

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The path in front of him winds gently uphill, the slopes lined with patches of dry dirt that frame the roots sticking out of the ground, the churned earth the only sign that he's not the first person to find this particular trail. It's heavily overgrown with bushes and grass, barely visible, and Steve thinks it must have been a while since anyone followed it. His feet carry him along, ducking under low-hanging branches, skipping over rocks and roots without thinking.

He should be concentrating on the path ahead, but his mind dwells on the past.

You read a book about running for me.

I did.

A rock juts out to his right, so he leaps to his left, not slowing down at all. If anything, he picks up speed.

You wait for me, every day, to come by. You take care of me.

I do.

The path winds up and up, and his legs burn with the effort to carry him forward, upward, while his mind refuses to stop playing that goddamn memory back to him. Again.

You want to touch me.

I do. So bad, Steve. Want to touch you so bad.

There's a branch in his way and he barely avoids it by leaping over it, landing on a stone and almost twisting his ankle. But he catches himself and stumbles a few feet before getting his feet back into their former rhythm.

He wills his mind to shut the fuck up, but no one ever listens to him, including himself.

I want you to. Please, Eddie. Touch me.

His foot catches a root, partially hidden by leaves and dirt, and he goes down. Hard. He breaks his fall with his hands, scraping his palms, but his knees take the brunt of it. The pain is surprising in its intensity, and he drops to the ground, rolling onto his back.

After literally blowing Steve's mind, why did Eddie pull back? Was it a heat of the moment thing that Eddie regretted the second it was done? Did Steve regret it?

"FUCK!" he yells into the cloudy sky above him, his voice hoarse and a group of birds flee from their hiding place, startled by the loud noises.

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When things come to a head, Steve is not much further along in figuring out what the hell it is he wants.

To be honest, he had expected Robin or Dustin to call him on his bullshit earlier. Not that they didn't try. It only takes so long for your best friends to notice that something is wrong with you. Like excuses piling up to skip group outings: more shifts, longer runs, exhaustion, migraines. It's all true, but it's also a welcome way to get out of things that might involve Eddie. But after years of it, Steve has gotten good at dodging their questions, diverting their attention from him to other things.

He does tell Robin, in the end, an abridged version, of course, but she didn't have the answers he was looking for. Just more questions to add to his growing pile.

"So you slept with Eddie? Our friend Eddie? Our male friend Eddie?"

Wincing at the piercing pitch of her voice, he said, "Well, sort of? Not all the way, we just —"

"No need for details, Dingus. I get the gist. But why?"

He was nice. He cared. He wanted me.

"I don't know, Robs. It just, y'know, happened?"

"You mean you slipped and bumped his dick with yours?" They both grimaced at her choice of words. "And what happens now?" Straight to the point. He could count on Robin to be blunt with him, and he loved her for it.

"I have no idea. I thought we would go back to the way things were."

“Do you want that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Does Eddie want that?”

“I don’t know.”

The truth, or as much truth as there is when it comes to these things, is that Steve wants guarantees. He wants to be sure. Sure that letting Eddie in would end happily. Sure it wouldn't be bullshit. Sure they won’t regret it.

Sure that this time Steve Harrington wouldn't be the shitty boyfriend left behind.

"Okay, you don't know. I get it, Steve. I do. But,” she sighs heavily, “Steve, what you're doing - it's cruel. At least talk to him. Maybe you don't have to know, just don't leave him in the dark like this. It's still Eddie.”

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It's as if the universe wants to emphasize Robin's point, because on his next day off, he's awakened by the ringing of the phone. He considers ignoring it, groggy from another night of tossing and turning, but it keeps ringing. After the sixth ring, he groans, reaches for the phone next to his bed, and answers it with a grouchy, "This better be good," expecting either Dustin or Robin on the other end.

Instead, a dry chuckle greets him and a familiar voice, much deeper than Dustin's or Robin's, says, "Jesus, who pissed in your coffee? That how you answer the phone?"

He jerks up, pulling on the phone cord and almost sending the whole thing crashing to the floor. "Uh, hey, Eddie."

"Oh, so he is alive. I'll call the search party off."

Eddie sounds pissed, and Steve isn't awake enough to deal with this shit in any sensible way, so he says the first thing that comes to mind, "Yeah, because you're so friendly with the cops here."

"Thanks for the reminder, Harrington," Eddie bites out, "You have such a way with words." His voice drips with sarcasm and Steve wonders where they went so horribly wrong, wonders when he became Harrington again. Wonders if this is how it’s going to be from now on.

Steve takes a shuddering breath, not knowing what to say to make things right again.

Eddie just continues, as if he never expected an answer anyway. "Look, that was shitty. It's just, I - I don't know what I - or I do, but I don't understand - shit". In his mind, Steve can see Eddie pressing his hand to his eye, frustration in every line of his face. "Can we talk, man?" When Steve doesn't answer right away, Eddie adds in a thin voice that doesn't sound like his own, "Please. This is driving me crazy."

Thinking back to what Robin told him, What you're doing - it's cruel, Steve relents, "Okay, fine. Can it wait another hour? I need to go on a run first."

"Sure, it's been waiting over a month. What's another hour, right?"

"Eddie —"

"See ya in an hour, Harrington."

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Steve’s not running away. He isn't. He survived fighting an actual monster from another dimension, more than once, so he's not running away from talking to a boy who blew him once and then wouldn't let Steve touch him in return.

His legs burn from the exertion, but he pushes himself to go faster.

The sky had opened up just minutes after he'd walked out the door, and it would have been easy to go back, to take a shower, to pace the living room floor until Eddie showed up asking for answers he didn't have.

He didn't turn around, but let his feet carry him into the woods behind his house, following now familiar trails. The rain that pours down relentlessly hurts his face and arms, like grains of ice pricking his skin. He's soaked to the bone, his shoes making that squelching sound with every step he takes, his clothes clinging to him like a second skin, only heavier, dragging him down. He doesn't care.

He doesn't care about the aching in his legs, the burning in his lungs, the way he can barely see where he's going, water and hair in his eyes. He just runs and runs and runs.

There's an opening to a path he's never been on before, just a few steps ahead to his right. The storm drowns out all sense of time and space. He's just a body, just existing, seemingly alone in a world filled with rain. He feels it on his skin, hears the droning sound of it coming down around him, he smells it in the air and tastes it in his mouth as it runs down his face.

He turns right and follows the path.

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When he finally turns around and heads home, it's still raining. It has eased up a bit, not quite a drizzle, but no longer a downpour. It's easier to see, easier to navigate, and he makes good time. Still, he has the feeling it's been more than an hour since Eddie hung up on him.

Maybe a mile to go before he's back home is when he hears it. A voice. A voice calling, screaming his name, thin and almost breaking.

"Steve!" Coming from his right. He thinks. It's hard to tell, the forest swallows most sounds around him. Still, he turns to where he thinks the voice is coming from and trots towards it. He's afraid of running too far in the wrong direction, but he doesn't have to worry as the voice grows louder, closer.

"Steve, where are you?" The voice trembles, and Steve thinks he hears tears in it. He picks up speed again, his light jog becoming almost a sprint.

Only a few feet in front of him, he sees him, leaning against a tree, hunched over, chest heaving. Wet tangles of black hair obscure his face, but Steve would recognize him anywhere.

The unexpected sight stops him in mid-stride, gasping in surprise.

"Eddie!" Eddie lifts his head at the sound, searching for the source.

“Over here!" Steve calls, waving as he starts running again.

This time, Eddie sees him and pushes away from the tree. He starts toward Steve and stumbles, his legs buckling under his weight.

Steve’s there to catch him.

He wraps his arms around Eddie's middle and presses himself close to the shivering body in his arms, taking most of Eddie's weight. Eddie is soaking wet, just like Steve, but he's also gasping for air, clinging to Steve's back like a man drowning. Steve makes soothing sounds, rocking them slowly from side to side to calm Eddie from his panicky state.

"Shhhhh. Hey, Eddie, it's okay. It's me, it's Steve. Everything's okay. You're okay. I’m okay. Just breathe, slow and easy." He keeps his voice low, murmuring the words into Eddie's ear, his cheek pressed against the wet strands of his hair. Eddie's breathing gradually slows, his chest no longer heaving against Steve's. He's still shaking like a leaf, but Steve is taking all the progress he can get. He presses even closer, head to toe, knowing that deep pressure always helps him to calm down. "That's it. Slow and easy. Deep breaths, just like that."

The downpour has started again, but Steve doesn't care, just holds Eddie close and gently sways them to a rhythm only he can hear in the sound of the falling rain.

Steve keeps his arms around Eddie, who seems to be unable to stop shivering, and asks the question that has been on the tip of his tongue since he found Eddie, "What are you doing out here?" It comes out more accusatory than he means, but he lets the question hang in the air between them.

Eddie shivers harder in his arms, inching closer and closer to Steve's warm body. It takes the sting out of his words when he bites out, "I've been looking for you, asshole."

Steve kind of figured, but that's not really what he's asking, he needs to know — "Why?"

Eddie leans back enough to meet Steve's eyes. "It's been two hours, Steve, and with the rain, I was... I was worried," Eddie's teeth start to chatter with the cold, but he presses on, "that something might have happened. Like you slipped and got another concussion or something."

"You were worried about me?"

Eddie's eyebrow arch in disbelief, his voice serious even through the chattering of his teeth, "Steve. C'mon, man, you're not as thick as the kids make you out to be." The chattering gets worse with every word, and Steve notices that Eddie's lips have turned blue. He needs to warm Eddie up, fast, because his own wet skin isn't going to do the job.

"Let's go back to the house. Talk more after we get warmed up, okay?"

Eddie nods, but doesn't untangle himself from Steve, his only source of warmth. Chuckling, Steve keeps one arm around Eddie's waist and turns them forward. "Come on, man, the sooner we get home, the sooner you can take a hot shower." That perks Eddie up enough to start walking. Steve helps as best he can, even with the exhaustion he feels creeping in. If Eddie's right, he's been running a lot longer than he thought. As the adrenaline starts to drain from his body, he can feel how tired his body is. Still, Eddie needs him. It's Steve's fault that he's here in the first place, wet and shivering and miserable. All because he was worried about Steve.

The knowledge sits heavy in his chest and gives him the strength he needs to half-walk, half-drag Eddie towards his house. They make good progress, but about a quarter of a mile from their destination, Eddie trips over a rock and his legs give way under him. Steve catches him, sort of; he breaks the fall with his body, making it his knees that hit the ground, not Eddie's. His heart thunders in his chest, surprised that Eddie almost fell, and the shock is enough to revive him.

"Hey, how about you hop on, huh? It's not far, I can carry you." He gestures to his back since he's already on his knees.

Eddie looks at him doubtfully, "You're joking."

"No, I'm not. Seriously, hop on."

"Thanks for the gracious offer, but I'm not an invalid, I can walk." It would be more convincing if Steve wasn't kneeling on the ground with most of Eddie's weight leaning on him after Eddie almost went down.

Impatience makes Steve’s voice sound sharper than it was before when he says, "Obviously you can't, and we're never going to make it back like this, so for the love of God, stop being so goddamn stubborn and hop on."

Eddie hesitates for another second before he lets out a defeated sigh and climbs onto Steve's back, careful with his long limbs.

He wraps his legs around Steve's middle and puts one arm around Steve's shoulders, the other across his torso from under Steve's left arm. Steve grips Eddie's thighs and says in a strained voice, "Buckle up, buttercup."

Eddie snorts and Steve is glad to see that he hasn't lost his sense of humor in the fucking cold. He slowly stands, his legs protesting under the added weight, but he ignores it. One foot after the other. He can do this. He can take care of Eddie the way Eddie took care of him.

The first few steps are hard, causing him to sway slightly from side to side, but he finds his footing. Eddie clings to him like a wet blanket, still shivering, but safe. He rests his chin on Steve's shoulder and says, so softly that Steve almost doesn't hear him, "Thanks for carrying me, Samwise the Brave.”

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They make it to the house in one piece, safe and sound, if looking a little worse for wear. Steve trots over to the patio doors, glad he left them unlocked. Toeing his wet and muddy shoes off, and waiting for Eddie to do the same with his legs crossed in front of Steve, he slides the door open and steps inside, Eddie still on his back. He doesn't even think about putting him down, just continues on to the stairs. It's not exactly warmer inside, as Steve never bothers to heat the place just for himself, but at least it's dry.

"Uh, Steve? You can put me down. I can walk, remember?"

"Shuddup, lemme do this for you."

For once in his life, Eddie listens, so Steve slowly climbs up the stairs. At the top, he turns right and walks straight through his room and into his en-suite bathroom.

At least it is warmer in here. The heating is always on because Steve likes the simple comfort of a warm bathroom, and right now it's heavenly to step into it. He hears a small sigh from behind him and thinks that Eddie agrees.

Once inside the spacious, pristine room, he lets Eddie slide down his back slowly, turning around as soon as Eddie's feet hit the floor. Steve grabs him by the elbows and holds him steady. "Okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Seriously, Harrington, I can stand. You don't have to... take care of me or whatever." He doesn't even look at Steve, and his words should seem dismissive, designed to push Steve away, but Eddie's body speaks another language. He sways back into Steve's orbit and something clicks in Steve's brain.

As forward as Eddie had been the night of the blowjob, he was just as nervous and unsure as Steve. The thought calms something inside Steve, makes him want to be brave, because he knows what it feels like to wonder. Wondering if someone cares, wondering if his presence is wanted, wondering if he is too much or not enough. And even though he's still not sure where they stand, he knows he doesn't want Eddie to feel that way about him.

Steve doesn't let go of Eddie's elbows and moves him to sit on the closed toilet seat before he turns and starts the shower. He’s not looking at Eddie as he says, "But what if I want to?"

"Why would you, if you hate me so much that you have to run away?" The question throws Steve off balance so much that he almost stumbles into the shower stall. Not that his clothes could get any wetter, but it’s the principal of the thing.

And that's just — “I don't hate you. Christ, why would you think that?"

Eddie still refuses to look at him, head down, talking to his knees. "Gee, let me think. Maybe because you disappeared in the middle of the night, and didn’t bother saying goodbye? Because you avoided me like the damn plague? Refused to talk to me, like you would rather run off in a goddamn storm. And I - I didn't - I thought - I don't know what I thought. Maybe that there was a chance, however slim, that you wanted me too." He looks up at that, a bitter smile on his face, and Steve is no longer sure if the wetness on his face is just rainwater. "Silly me, huh?"

There are so many things Steve wants to say, so many things he needs to say, so he blurts out, "Then why didn't you touch me?"

At first the only answer he gets is a strange clicking sound that seems to get stuck in Eddie's throat. He clears it and tries again. "Excuse me, but what? If I remember correctly, and I do, vividly, I touched you quite a bit."

"You know, after, you just. You walked away. Didn't even want me to touch you. Did you regret it already?" Steve wraps his arms around himself and shivers. He didn’t want to say those words. They make him feel naked, exposed. Like giving up control of how this story is going to end. Being brave sucks, he thinks.

Eddie is on his feet in seconds, his legs still wobbling, but his face determined as he steps toward Steve. He stops right in front of him, his hand raised slightly, as if he wants to touch but doesn't dare. Steve wills him to reach out, to take his hand, anything.

But Eddie lets his hand sink back to his side and whispers in a trembling voice, "I - I wanted you to touch me. Of course I did,” he adds with nervous laughter, “Believe me, I barely made it to the bathroom to, y’know, take care of things,” gesturing to his crotch, and it makes Steve laugh, despite himself.

Giving him a smile that’s only somewhat shaky around the edges, Eddie goes on, “Man, I just - I got all in my head,” he gestures again, this time to his head, “I didn't want you to regret it, didn't want you to feel like you had to, y’know, reciprocate and then —” He sighs, puts his head in his hands, and Steve barely hears his next words, “I fucked it up.”

And Steve disagrees because he's the one who screwed up. He's the one who was afraid of things changing, even though his running away did just that, and not for the better. But maybe it’s not too late.

Steve steps forward, right into Eddie’s space, circles his wrists with his fingers and gently pulls his hands away from his face. He looks Eddie in the eyes and hopes Eddie believes him when he says, "But I wanted to.”

He steps even closer, their chests touching, his hands still wrapped around Eddie’s wrists and their faces so close he only has to whisper for Eddie to hear his next words, “I still want to."

With that, he presses his lips to Eddie’s.

Their kiss starts out slow, tentative. Like any first kiss, really, when you don't know what to expect, what's okay and what's not. When you want it to be good, so good, but you just don't know how. But there is nothing clumsy or awkward about the way their lips slide against each other; more a hesitant curiosity, both holding back, trying to get a feel for each other.

It's Eddie who finally makes the leap, bringing his hand to Steve's face and turning his head, aligning their lips in new and exciting ways as he coaxes Steve's open with his tongue. He's playful, teasing Steve's lower lip, the corner of his mouth, the front of his teeth.

At the gentle brush of Eddie's thumb across his cheekbone, Steve opens up and lets Eddie in.

After that, Steve loses track of things. There's Eddie's tongue in his mouth, licking inside as if he wants to learn everything about Steve by the way he tastes, and Steve thinks maybe he's onto something. Steve wraps his arm around Eddie's waist and pulls him closer, his other hand burying itself in long strands of wet hair to change the angle of their mouths. It's enough to make Eddie gasp in his arms, and he chases Eddie's tongue into his mouth, trying to get a taste for himself.

Their bodies touch from head to toe, every inch pressed together so that Steve can feel the next shiver running through Eddie. He wants to believe it's the way he's devouring Eddie's mouth, drinking the rainwater directly from his lips, but it's probably more due to the wet clothes that cling to their bodies.

Steve pulls back a little reluctantly, and says, "You need to get warmed up. Let me help you, yeah?" with his lips just a hair away from Eddie's. Eddie nods, his eyes dazed, as if he's not quite back from wherever he went during their kiss. Steve takes a step back and Eddie sways forward, following his warmth. Steve chuckles, deciding to hurry and get Eddie under the warm spray of the shower.

He moves to tug at the hem of Eddie's dripping shirt, and Eddie's eyes clear as he looks first at Steve, then at Steve's hands. "Is this okay?" Steve asks, wanting to make sure they're still on the same page here. His answer comes as Eddie raises his arms in a clear invitation, and Steve pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it aside.

The sound of wet clothes hitting the tile is so unexpectedly loud that they both turn to see where the shirt landed, and Steve chuckles at how much this all feels like a scene from a movie. When he turns back, he finds a real Eddie smile on Eddie's face. Steve always thought it was a nice smile. It makes Eddie's face look softer, and Steve wants to touch his finger to the dimple that peeks out from the corner of his mouth.

It's the first time he's seen Eddie shirtless since his wounds healed completely. He had seen a lot of them before, helping Wayne with Eddie's care whenever he could. He knows what his torso looked like, remembers the angry red wounds that healed so, so slowly. They're faded now, some still pink, others pale, almost white. His fingers itch to touch them, to see if they feel like his. They look like his, twin scars, two for the price of one.

He's startled out of his staring when Eddie's hands tug at his own shirt and his eyebrows quirk in question. This is supposed to be about Eddie, whose smile has slightly dimmed by Steve's reaction. His fingers play with the hem of Steve's shirt, and he watches them for a second before looking up at Steve to tell him, "You need to warm up too, sweetheart."

Steve's eyes widen at the nickname he hasn't heard from Eddie in so long. He’s glad they're back from Harrington to this. Steve searches Eddie's face for some sign that he's reading this right this time because he's not sure if he can go through this all over again. And his aching legs agree with him.

Some of that must be showing on his face, because Eddie leans forward and gives him a soft, savory kiss that goes a long way toward erasing those lingering doubts from Steve's mind. Steve nods as soon as their lips separate, and Eddie's hands slide under his shirt and up his cold skin until his shirt is bunched under his arms. He lifts them and Eddie slides off the piece of clothing as if it offended him.

Eddie’s eyes take in every inch of Steve's torso, and a soft shit that Steve is sure was not meant to be said out loud slips from Eddie's mouth. Steve knows what he looks like; he's had enough girls tell him he's hot, even with the ugly scars on his side and his back. But none of those girls have looked at him the way Eddie is looking at him now. Like Steve is everything he has ever wanted, scars and all. And maybe Steve isn't quite sure what he wants to come from this yet, but he thinks being wanted by Eddie is something he'd like to keep.

He takes a step toward Eddie, bringing their chests together, almost touching, and spreads his hands just above Eddie's waistband. His thumbs run along the pale, soft skin just above it, teasing along the protruding hip bones. Steve always runs hot, even now, and Eddie's skin feels so cold under his hands that he wants to wrap himself around him like a heated blanket. The warmth of Steve's touch makes Eddie lean into it even more, a small sound of pleasure coming from his throat, as if he wants nothing more than to chase that warmth, to chase the feeling of Steve.

One of Steve's hands goes to the buttons of Eddie's jeans, wrapping his big fingers around the top one and looking straight into Eddie's eyes as he pops it open. Eddie's eyes widen, the blackness of his pupils eating up more and more of the warm brown with each additional button Steve undoes. The air around them feels heavy, like just before a summer storm hits, charged with a tension so thick Steve can barely breathe.

It feels like he is in a strange trance, unable to take his eyes off of Eddie's as he gets his hands into the waistband of Eddie's wet jeans. Steve holds his gaze and slowly sinks to his knees as he pulls them down, taking Eddie's boxers with him. They pool around Eddie's ankles and Steve taps the back of his knees when Eddie makes no move to get out of them, just continues to stare at Steve.

"You gotta work with me on this, man. Come on. You're turning blue and that's really not your color."

Eddie snorts and steps out of the wet pants. "I’m sorry to have offended your sensitive sense of fashion. Won't happen again."

"Oh, I'm sure it will."

Eddie reaches down to cup Steve's cheek and pulls him back to his feet, their mouths meeting for another kiss. "Let me make it up to you then," he whispers against Steve's lips before reaching for Steve's sweatpants.

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A heartfelt thank you to my partner in crime @legitcookie for your constant support, cheerleading, dirty mind and humor and roundabout lovable self. This wouldn't exist without you 💜

Also thank you to my Schwester @yournowheregirl for feeding me the best ideas - I was so fucking stuck and then you came around and gave me this idea 🫶

And last but not least, thank you @thefreakandthehair for running this challenge and for being so flexible about the way I filled my prompt "dancing in the rain" haha. You are a gift, Lex! 🥰

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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If someone did a modern or "old" steddie, who would have the goofy/sleeping phone background and who would have a joint selfie/cropped version of one where the other looks particularly good? Or do you think neither would do that and they'd just have a special interest for it instead?

This is absolutely inspired by the fact that my datemate has a cropped version of a selfie they say I look really handsome in as her background and I have a (consensually taken) pic of them sleeping in one of my band tees as mine

OLDER STEDDIE MY BELOVEDS <333

omg but this is such a fun question!! it also has made me really think bc h o n e s t l y i could see them BOTH doing BOTH options here lol.

like, i absolutely could see steve having a photo of eddie like totally pretzeled up in the most uncomfortable looking position on some armchair, with his neck bent awkwardly and his legs splayed out and arms tucked under his armpits because somehow that man can fall asleep anywhere in any position at any time if he's tired enough, and in this particular photo maybe he's just gotten back from a show at the hideout (or if you subscribe to the corroded coffin makes it big and eddie becomes a hotshot rockstar hc then in their tourbus/hotel after a show or he's just gotten home from tour). his hair's a mess and his mouth hangs open and he's drooling a little maybe and he's definitely snoring (because the older they've gotten, the more common snoring has gotten in their bedroom lol).

and then eddie absolutely has a photo of him and steve as his phone background. maybe it's taken when they went on vacation to the beach and the waves are crashing in the distance behind them, a couple of palm trees too; or maybe it's the two of them decked out in their hiking gear (because steve loves to hike, and eddie loves steve) from that time they climbed to the top of the mountain so they could catch the sunrise at the peak; or maybe it's the two of them tucked up in bed, wrapped in each other's arms and basking in the afterglow, hair messy and cheeks pink but eyes sparkling and smiles so big and so genuine. whatever it is, wherever it is, the photo is one where the camera's probably a little bit too close to their faces, and their heads are bent together, cheeks smushed against one another's so they both fit into the frame. maybe they're both wearing matching grins, the happiest they've ever been. maybe steve is kissing eddie's cheek oh so sweetly. maybe eddie's licking steve's cheek like the menace he is, while steve scrunches his nose in shocked faux disgust. maybe they're looking into each other's eyes, tips of their noses pressed together, so in love. maybe they're kissing. no matter the pose, it's definitely a little blurry because whoever was taking the photo (eddie) was too eager to catch the photo to worry about making sure it was perfect, but that adds to the charm.

that being said, i could also TOTALLY see it the other way around too!! steve with the adorably sappy photo of the two of them together - maybe a photo robin took of them at the pool, eddie up on steve's shoulders flashing a thumbs up and steve holding onto his ankles smiling wide, dustin and lucas in the background waiting for their game of chicken to begin. maybe it's the two of them sitting around a campfire with smores ingredients strewn around them and marshmallows on sticks in hand, eddie's got chocolate staining his mouth and steve's got a streak of gooey marshmallow on his cheek. maybe it's the two of them sitting on the porch of their home, the one they made together, wrapped around one another on their cozy little swing while the sun sets in the distance.

and if that's steve's backgound, then that means eddie has the photo of steve looking totally silly. maybe one of him with some of his hair pulled back into one of those teeny tiny little ponytails at the top of his head, the rest curling around his neck, a terrycloth headband pulling it away from his face that's covered in some green goop (one of robin's famous homemade facemasks that she (and steve) swears by), his cheeks are puffed up and he's pulling at his ears like a monkey and there's mirth in his eyes and eddie was laughing as he took the photo so it's a little shaky, but steve looks so funny and so cute that eddie had to make it his lockscreen. or maybe it's a photo eddie caught of steve right before he was about to sneeze. his face was all screwed up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, with that silly mustache he'd been soooo gung ho about growing right there on his top lip that just added to how ridiculous the photo looks. steve had begged eddie to delete the photo, but eddie refused, going so far as to set it as his lockscreen so that he, and the rest of the world, could be reminded that underneath it all, steve harrington was just as funny looking as the rest of them.

#asks #anonymous #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mack writes #macks ficlets

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straight4joekeery · 1 year

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Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

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“Question,” Robin says putting the last sweater on Ozzy.

“For me or the cat?”

“You dingus. Did you end up getting tickets to Eddie’s concert in Indy Saturday?”

“No, and I feel really bad. My plan was to, like, show up outside so he thought I was there the whole time.”

“… um well that’s sad. But lucky for you, that’s not happening! Vickie’s sick and won’t be able to make it. So she told me to give her ticket to you.”

“I can't just take her-“

“Yes you can. And you are. Okay? Also this is the best outfit for him,” she said Turing Ozzy around in a tiny yellow raincoat.

“Sure. And are you positive Vickie is okay with this?”

“Yes, Steve,” she rolled her eyes, “She’s the one who suggested it.”

“Okay… well you better get home. Don’t you have a sick wife to care for?”

“She’s not my wife,” she whined. The funny part was he knew everything from both sides. He helped Vickie pick out a ring in March. She got too nervous and said she just needed to find “the right time”. In Robin’s case, he helped pick out a ring a year ago.

“Not yet because you guys are too dense.”

“Yeah okay, we’re done here. Be at mine at three and we’ll leave at six. Goodbye,” she said walking out of the door.

“Uh huh love you too.”

After the big realization that Eddie may or may not like him back, things have been different. He’s been happier. Less mopey, but also simultaneously sadder in anticipation to see him again. He’ll see him next Saturday and then after two weeks, he will be back. Permanently.

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It was Friday, and Steve was panicking for many reasons. For starters, what if Steve does something wrong? Messes up. What if Eddie doesn’t like him back and he does something stupid and ruins their friendship forever? He needs to do something. Something to ‘wow’ Eddie.

He thinks back to the other day when he painted random objects. He found a small gift bag to put his gifts in. He put the ring tray and the guitar pick inside.

Hm. There is no way this is enough. I mean sure, yeah, it's the thought that counts, however… go big or go home right?

After an hour of thinking, shopping, and thorough consideration, he had gotten 3 more things. He knew Eddie’s two favorite things were d&d and music, so he felt he should include things that represent them. He started by making a mixtape. It included songs that Eddie loved and songs that he hated (aka Steve’s favorites). He also threw in some songs that had meaning behind them. Songs that reminded Steve of Eddie. Songs that just had good memories attached. Eddie will probably make fun of him for his song choices, but he knows he’ll secretly love it. At least he hopes so.

The next item was a customized set of dice. They were red, black, and a little bit of gray. They almost perfectly matched the pick that he wore around his neck (Jesus this dude is going to drown in guitar picks).

And now we’re on the last (but CERTAINLY not least) gift. Steve needed something to be the cherry on top. When he went out shopping he spent hours looking for something. He knew what it would be when he saw it. $175 later, he had it. It was a thick silver ring with a heart on it. Yes, yes, it was indeed very corny and Steve knew that. But he didn’t care. Instead of the heart having a bow, it had a dagger going through it (it felt kind of dark, but it’s Eddie were talking about). Now while that was a top tier gift, it wasn’t good enough, he deserved more. So Steve paid an extra hundred to get an engraving on the inside. It said ‘HERO’ with bats on both sides of the word.

Second step: clothing. Now normally he would just throw on whatever felt right in the morning, but this was no normal event. He set out a new pair of black ripped jeans that he did not buy just for this occasion. He looked through the stack of new band tees that he got at the mall. After 30 minutes of debating, he chose the Dio shirt. He saw the pin on his vest (which of course, he was also going to wear) and it had the most color. He topped it off with a pair of doc martens Robin had insisted on buying to match hers.

Next step: pep talks and panic attacks. It’s going to be fine. Everything will be perfect. But what if-

Last step: sleep.

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Swipe, swipe aaannndddd… done! After applying his (he will admit it now) makeup, he spent another good 15 minutes checking himself out. I mean yeah, not for him to be, like, super egotistical buuttt he looked amazing. And for once he hoped Robin was right. Well not literally, he certainly did not wish an aneurysm upon Eddie, but he did want a positive reaction. So for now he tried to rush out of the house. He checked for everything at least five times. Keys: check, wallet: check, gift: check, and most importantly Ozzy: check. Steve was going to just blast the music to ‘prepare’ himself (let’s be honest he would have turned the volume up four notches), but Ozzy would have gotten mad and he didn’t really want to deal with that. Fortunately, he didn’t make a sound the entire ride.

After he gathered his things and walked up to their door, he was greeted by Vickie. “Ozzy!” she said cheerfully reaching out for the cat. She sounded completely fine. Not a hint of illness in her tone nor her face. She must've noticed what he was thinking immediately, “Oh um,” she cleared her throat and fake coughed. Like very sadly fake.

Just then Robin sneaked up behind her, “hey Steve,” she said looking between the two of them.

“You little bi-” he started but was interrupted by a fit of giggles from the girls. “Why?”

“Sorry,” he glared at her, “sorry! I mean it. But let's be honest you would enjoy yourself way more than I would there.”

“But-”

“Nope. No arguments. You are going whether you like it or not. Plus, you need to shoot your shot,” she winked while imitating a basketball player.

“Ew, gross,” he rolled his eyes, “never do that again. But thank you”

“Of course, now go help Robin. She’s been staring in the closet for an hour.”

“Hey!” Robin shouted, “it has not been an hour… maybe 45 minutes at most! But yeah I do need help so c’mon now.”

He went to the spare bedroom quickly to drop off his bag and the gift, then ran to Robin’s. He briefly glanced through her side of the closet before picking out an outfit. Say what you will about Steve, but when given a style, he has a great fashion sense.

“Great! Perfect! Now follow moi,” she said, handing him (more so throwing it at his face) a makeup bag. She sat down at her vanity and smiled. “What? Stop looking at me like that. It’s not my fault you're better at it than I am!”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, raising his hands, “I feel honored.”

He got about halfway done before Robin started again, “How did you get so good at this anyways?”

He sighed, “short story or long?”

“We have hours.”

“Okay, so I was about seven, I think, and my parents just decided to start trying the whole neglect thing,” Robin gawked at him. Okay maybe not funny, “But they knew I was still a little kid so they hired a babysitter. Stephanie. They switched babysitters about every other month, until I was eleven-ish. She was the only one who was actually nice to me. They had been gone for about a week when she decided it’s a lot of work to drive back and forth, so she just started to stay at the house. And I should mention that Stephanie was the me of the ‘70s.”

“A total slut?”

“I am not a slut! …but yeah I guess,” Robin snorted, “stop moving! So anyways, she was on dates constantly.”

“Steve, that is the textbook definition of a slut.”

“Shut up! So one time I was following her around just watching her get ready for the date. And then she started curling her hair, and ,of course, doing her lovely makeup. So I started asking about it, and she ended up doing mine. That was the reason my dad fired her by the way. I loved it though. It made me feel like a different person. One day I asked if I could do hers and… I definitely did it. She ended up going on the date looking like… Frank-n-furter on steroids. The guy got one look at her and left.

“I just started practicing after that. On her, myself, and even Carol. So yeah. Now we’re here.”

“That wasn’t really a long story.”

“Yeah, but it was uninteresting.”

“I don’t think so. I thought it was sweet.”

“I guess,” he glanced at his watch, 4:49, “we have about an hour, what shall we do?”

“We shall go get something to eat. There’s a new diner downtown. It supposedly has, like, no wait time.”

“Are our outfits diner appropriate?” he said, gesturing at himself.

“We’re in Indianapolis, Steve,” true.

“We should probably get going then.”

“We shall,” she stood up and bowed down, holding out her hand.

“Shut up,” he said, grabbing her hand.

For a product of Indiana, the diner wasn’t that bad. And yeah, the service was fast (but a little too fast). They ended up going to the venue extra early. There were already hundreds of people there. Keep in mind that the concert started at 7 (it was currently 5:32). They started to walk around the general area of the arena. They giggled as they saw a group of girls that were jumping up and down discussing their massacre crushes on all of the members. (“Ooh Steve look out, you might have some competition”) They spent the remainder of their time, sitting against a wall, gossiping. “I knew I never liked Julie. She was always oddly obsessive over things. I was also friends with her ex at a random summer camp, waaayyyy to good for her.”

“Thats kinda what I thought. To be completely honest, the principal hates her. She's probably going to get fired soon.”

“Good,” he face randomly lit up, “Oh. My. God. Steve! I forgot to tell you!” Robin gasped grabbing onto Steve’s hands.

“What?”

“Nance called the other day. It finally happened!” she shrieked

“What happened… oh. Oh my god really?” he immediately knew what she was talking about. Around ‘89 all of the older teens/ young adults all started placing bets on when they thought Will and Mike would get together. (Nancy and Argyle: 2-4 years, Jonathan: 2-4 months, Eddie: 10-13 years, and finally the winners Robin and Steve: 6-8 years)

“Yes! So we won! What does that make the ‘queer count’ now?”

“Too many.” From their knowledge the count was around 7 (assuming yes, Eddie was gay) but it was most likely way more. They looked around and saw that everyone around them was walking inside the arena now. They followed them and after about 10 minutes of waiting in line, they were inside. And oh my. It was huge. Their tickets were for the general admission, so he grabbed onto Robin's arm as he tried to push his way to the front of the crowd. They managed to make it and held onto the metal barrier like their lives depended on it. They were not moving no matter what happened. Now they just had to wait. Again.

“How y’a feeling?”

“…fine? Why?”

“Oh no reason. Maybe that your husband is finally coming back from war and you get to do something else besides staring out the window in self pity,” she said, clasping her hands over her chest, before immediately grasping back on to the barrier.

He rolled his eyes, “Weird analogy, but no. I feel fine. I mean, I’m more excited for the two weeks to be up. He’s only going to be here for two days.”

“Sure, but still. I’d be bouncing off the walls if it was Vickie.”

“Yeah, but you’re Robin. We are not the same.”

“I feel like that was an insult,” she turned to face Steve, “how much longer?”

“About twenty-ish minutes,” Robin groaned and buried her face into his shoulder. They stayed just like that (minus the constant “time?”) until a group of people came out to test and prepare a few things on the stage. 6:53. At this point neither of them were standing still. Most of the lights were starting to turn off when the staff walked off the stage. 7:00. “Ready?”

“Maybe?” She said, grabbing onto his arm. Then just like that, there they were. More specifically Eddie. Eddie was back. Eddie was here. The whole crowd started to go wild. If they were this loud, wait for the music.

Eddie walked up to the main microphone, “Feels good to be home,” again, insanity erupted from the crowd, “okay, I assume you guys know the drill by now, so tonight is my dedication. I’ve decided to dedicate this concert to my best friend, Steve,” the band all gave him disapproving looks. Oh wait.

He turned to look at Robin, who was already looking at him, “That’s me!”

“That’s you!”

“So yeah,” Eddie continued, “uh he’s been there for me when I needed it, and if I don’t stop talking I’m probably going to cry. Anyways love you Steve and let’s get this party started!” Steve chose to ignore that comment for the time being. Robin decided otherwise, grabbing his shoulders and jumping up and down.

“Don’t have a chance my ass,” He went to shush her, but the music did that job for him. Yep. Loud. It was amazing though. He was completely mesmerized by the entire performance. Especially the last song. It was a lot softer, he liked it. But then he really listened. He immediately knew the meaning. It was beautiful. How could Eddie never tell him about this? It was perfect. He remembers the whole conversation that it was based off of too. It was just because of something dumb Dustin said that set him off. He told him every last detail of his life that day, and that’s where the infamous Invisible Man sprung.

Before he knew it, it was over. “That was amazing,” Robin said gawking at him, “but we should definitely talk about how he-”

“Later. But, agreed. Worth the migraine, ten out of ten.”

“Well, let’s go find your man,” she winked at him. She was so weird. But it’s not like he didn’t run around to the back to find him.

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UHH FINALLY???? Took me long enough. I am so so so so sorry abt the delay. If y’all didn’t see the post, my metal health declined for like a singular day and then I just kinda gave up with motivation for a bit. But then I did finish, and I went to copy it to paste it here and I deleted the whole thing. But I do think it was for the better bc this is way better then it was. But yay? I just now realized it’s kinda long. I wrote like the majority of it yesterday and today sooooo kinda rushed. I also only reread it once because I feel horrible for not posting. So sorry if it sucks. But y’all liked the incorrect quotes so I’m glad for that. I really do want to personally thank every single one of you. You reading means the world to me. I could not be happier. And the first part is also now up on AO3! I’m going to wait til the end of the fic to post on there. But yay! Hope you guys enjoyed!!! Comment or reblog if you want to be tagged!

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crazyrapunzel · 2 years

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Saving Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Reader who was in school with Eddie and is now studying to become a doctor might be the key to saving Eddie's life.

Warning: mentioning of blood and injuries.

AN: This is my first short fic, I usually write long stories on AO3. I made the exception because Eddie deserves to be saved in this fix-it fic. I'm tempted to write a second part where reader saves Eddie from the people of Hawkins.

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The situation is so absurd that you almost feel like laughing. A stolen caravan filled with a bunch of unlikely allies, clad in makeshift armor and armed to the teeth. Dustin with his camouflage jacket, Robin with the beret and the bag full of Molotov cocktails…it is so ridiculous. Yet no one feels like laughing. Everyone is silent, wishing to be alone with their thoughts or gathering the courage for the oncoming battle.

You are no different. You might not be wearing hunting clothes or having a gun strapped to you, but sitting in that caravan in your clothes from two days ago with the lifesaving backpack between your legs on the floor, you feel just as melancholy as the others. Your foot won’t stop tapping. You bit of almost all of your nails and was starting to ogle your hair next.

‘Hey.’

You get startled from your thoughts. You look up to see no one other than Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson sitting across from you at the tiny table. Most of the others are gathered on the sofa in the back, or sitting near the front with Steve and Nancy.

‘Hey,’ you try to say without showing how terrified you were. It didn’t work.

‘It’s a pretty messed up situation huh?’ Eddie says, his voice wavering like yours.

You nod in response, not trusting your voice.

He cocks his head to the side in a comical way. ‘You know Y/N, I can’t figure it out.’

‘Can’t figure what out?’ you ask intrigued.

‘Why you are still here,’ he shrugs, looking up at the ceiling of the caravan before looking back into your eyes. ‘Me? I’m a fugitive. I don’t have a choice. You do.’ Suddenly he leans over the table to be as close to you as he could. He whispers: ‘I would run if I were in your shoes.’

His face is right in front of yours. Because he doesn’t want the others to hear his cowardly confession, you tell yourself. That didn’t stop your heart from beating faster though. To make matters worse he winks and smiles before sitting back down.

You clear your throat, not entirely sure why you react so strongly to him. ‘Well, if I run now the fate of Hawkins is down to, who? You?’ you say, your voice laced with sarcasm. ‘We can’t have that, can we?’

It makes him smile. Somehow that makes you smile.

‘Besides, I owe it to you all. You saved my life,’ you state like it is the most obvious thing in the world. And it is true. Two days ago you drove down the road where Fred Benson died when you saw it. Cracks running through the asphalt, spilling ominous red light from it. And you know you shouldn’t have pulled over, put your hand through the membrane and released a small flock of bats from hell…but hey. Curiosity hadn’t killed the cat yet.

When you ran into the woods, screaming and flailing wildly you ended up running into a group of people you knew from when you were in school. Dustin was the first one you ran into. All you had to do was scream ‘Monsters!’ and suddenly Steve Harrington was swinging a baseball bat with nails around. To your utter surprise Eddie was with them, the guy who had gone missing since Chrissy had died in his trailer. The guy who should have graduated High School in the same year as you but insisted on pissing off teachers and so was still waiting for his diploma. The guy who, if you were completely honest, was someone you had always admired for his bravery.

Eddie had pulled you out of the way before one of the bats could attack you. Before long all the creatures were dead and you were covered in their black slimy blood.

‘You don’t have to be brave you know,’ Eddie says quietly, waking you up out of another deep thought. ‘I mean, all I have done these past days is run. I’m not proud of it, but I’m still alive and not in jail. So you shouldn’t feel bad if you still want to leave.’

You shake your head. Your hands reach out to take his. His hands are so much bigger, you hardly covered all of it. The back of his cool metal rings are poking in your skin. His hands are very warm and seem to shake just a bit. ‘Eddie I’m not leaving you guys. I’m not even going to fight. I’m here to heal. I pray to God I won’t be needed, but if things go wrong with Max I want to be there.’

Eddie is nodding. ‘Yeah, okay. But don’t do anything stupid okay? Let Nancy and Steve be the heroes.’

You chuckle. ‘I promise.’

Your hands are still covering his. You slightly stroke your thumb across his skin. The both of you are staring at your hands on the table, a funny feeling starting in your chest. Then the caravan stops.

‘First stop: the Creel house,’ Steve calls out.

Reluctantly you withdraw your hands from Eddie’s. He looks up at you as you stand, with those big brown eyes of his. You hadn’t really noticed how lovely his eyes were before, but now it is hard to look away. You wink at him, grab your bag and step out of the vehicle.

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You had been ready to fight off bats, but not the Hawkins High Tigers.

‘Get off me!’ Erica yells as she was tackled to the ground by a guy twice her size.

‘Erica!’ you call out as you rush over to her side. Unfortunately for you, you hadn’t seen the other guy. He tackles you to the ground, making your back hit the ground painfully.

‘L/N? What is the nurse doing here?’ he spits.

You feel a fire burning within you. You scream as you push your knee into his crotch as hard as you can. He yelps in pain and lets go. ‘For the millionth time, I’m going to be a doctor!’ you shout.

He falls over, still clutching his private parts. You aren’t a violent person. You believe in healing people and would never intentionally hurt anyone. But with everything going on in Hawkins, you decided to take a self-defense class last year. Right now it is paying off.

You rush over to Erica and her attacker. Here you place a punch perfectly to the temple of the guy holding her down. He falls over, knocked out.

‘Thanks,’ Erica pants as you help her up. ‘Something is wrong we should-,’

‘CODE RED! I REPEAT CODE RED!’

You and Erica both eye the radio. ‘Shit.’

‘ERICA! Please respond! I need help! Now!’

‘Dustin,’ you say calmly, ‘We’re here. What’s wrong?’

‘Oh Y/N we need you! Eddie he…he went back in alone! We were supposed to run but-but he wanted to buy you guys more time and-and…’

You look up at the creepy house, knowing that Max is inside, dealing with Vecna in her mind. You make your decision.

‘I’m on my way. Stay there Dustin! Don’t go after him!’

You throw the radio towards Erica, sling the backpack full of medical stuff over your shoulder and start to run. You don’t have bikes or cars around that you could use. All you can do is run as fast as your feet can carry you.

Everything was a blur after that until you reach the trailer. You burst in through the door and find a frantic Dustin.

‘We need to help him!’ he shouts at you.

You look up to see the gaping hole in the ceiling. The rope is gone but there is a chair right underneath it on your side.

‘I’ll go first,’ you say as you take steps back from the chair.

‘You might break something,’ Dustin points out.

You don’t acknowledge this. You run towards the chair, grab the ceiling and sling yourself through the gate. You do fall badly and probably sprain your ankle, but it does not feel broken. You quickly place the mattrass back so Dustin will be okay.

The two of you race into the Upside Down. A swarm of demobats is circling something like a tornado. Upon closer inspection you see that it is Eddie.

‘Eddie!’ Dustin shouts, tears in his eyes.

It doesn’t look good for Eddie. As you watch he loses his shield. The creatures are closing in. You waste no time. You take the spear from Dustin’s shaking hands and charge right into the middle of the storm. One of the bats is about to attack Eddie’s neck, going for the artery. You grab its tail, swing it around into some of the other bats before forcing it to the ground where you spear it.

‘Like hell you will,’ you pant, standing over the remains of your kill.

‘What are you doing here?!’ Eddie shouts once he notices you.

Saving you, you want to say, but there is no time. The pests keep coming. You give it your all to protect the both of you. Eddie gets a chance to pick up his shield and is now defending you too. Back to back the both of you keep the bats at a distance.

‘Arggh!’

You gasp at the sickening sound of tearing flesh. Behind you, you can see how Eddie is fighting to get a bat away from his abdomen. It has its teeth in his flesh and tries to take a bite out of him. Your spear is no use so close, but Eddie still has a small knife strapped to his belt. Your hand slips around it, touching his skin where his shirt had ridden up. You try not to get distracted by the skin-on-skin contact when you grab the knife. Then you stab it in the bat its back.

It lets go and falls to the ground. However, this maneuver had cost too much time. The bats are on you now, claws in your back, wings stuck in your hair.

‘Y/N!’ Eddie roars as he tries to get the suckers off you. It is a domino-effect. Once the first attack was placed every other sneaks past your defenses. It does not look good for the both of you.

‘I can’t…hold them off,’ you say out of breath. You wince as another bites in your calf.

‘I got you,’ Eddie pants as he rips another bat off you. ‘I got you.’

And you wish that he did, but Eddie was losing a lot of blood. Even in the blueish hue of the Upside Down you could see how pale he is. He won’t be standing on his feet for much longer.

Then there comes a strange sound. It pierces through the sound of flapping wings and shrieks. The two of you look up to see the brave Dustin Henderson charging in the middle of the storm. He is holding the bat that Steve had used before and hacks in on the swarm.

‘Dustin!’ you both shout in concern and surprise.

‘Shut up and help MEeee!’ Dustin shrieks, his voice skipping.

Now it is three of you with your advantage back. However you don’t like your odds. You had killed a couple of bats, but there are hundreds more. Eddie is already slipping. Shit, we’re going to die.

Then, like lighting struck, all the bats fall dead to the ground. No delay, no withering. They just drop dead in front of your feet.

‘What?!’ you shout, not knowing how to feel. What if they got back up?

‘It’s working! They got to Vecna,’ Dustin shouts. His voice carries in the now silent trailer park.

‘Go Harrington,’ Eddie says. His voice doesn’t sound normal. It is slurred. You turn around just in time to catch Eddie before he falls over.

‘Eddie! No, Eddie!’ Dustin roars.

‘Dustin, relax,’ you say, hoping your voice doesn’t waver. ‘Get my backpack. It’s next to the trailer.’

Dustin runs off in a series of ‘shit, shit, shit’, avoiding the hundreds of dead bats.

‘Eddie, hey, talk to me,’ you say as you lay him down carefully.

‘You came back,’ he whispers, then coughs up blood.

‘Yeah, I did,’ you answer while you lift his shirt. You are blushing while you do so, but your professional voice pushes those feelings down. He is bleeding, no time to blush over a guy’s chest. Even if more of his tattoos are now visible. Tattoos you would love to study, taking your time to admire each and every one of them.

‘I didn’t run away this time,’ Eddie gasps. Dustin returns at that moment and hands you the bag. ‘I didn’t.’

‘No, you didn’t. You were very brave,’ Dustin cries.

‘And very stupid,’ you add. ‘Did you really think you stood a chance alone?’

‘Y/N,’ Dustin whispers. You look up to see how distressed he is. He thinks these are Eddie’s last words.

‘Oh he’s not dying Dustin,’ you assure him. ‘I won’t let him.’

You quickly find clean cloth to press against his wounds. Dustin helps you. Then you get an antibiotic and clean the wounds out.

‘Now we bandage him,’ you state as calmly as you could. Dustin is actually really good at helping as long as he stays calm. ‘Help me lift his hips off the floor.’

Dustin helps silently while you work. Eddie has spit out a lot of blood, but now he seems to be doing better. ‘Y/N, if it hadn’t been for you-,’

‘Yeah I know,’ you state quickly. You couldn’t handle your emotions while you worked. Those were for later. ‘I promised you to not do anything stupid. I didn’t think I would need to ask you for the same.’

‘I’m sorry, I was just thinking about everyone that would get hurt if those bats came through the gate. Dustin…you…’ Eddie confesses quietly.

You ignore the warm feeling that goes through your body when he says that. First bandages, then feelings. Somewhere in the back of your head you wonder when you had acknowledged that you had feelings for “The Freak”.

‘I’m going to make another rope for the gate so you two can get out. Don’t go anywhere,’ Dustin says.

You nod your approval. ‘Now Eddie, I should take a look at your face.’

‘My face?’ he asks, dazed.

You point out the big gash that runs over his forehead and through his eyebrow. ‘Oh. That.’

He sits up carefully. You lean forward with a clean cloth to clean up the wound. ‘I think I’m going to glue this one. Just to be safe.’

‘I trust you,’ he whispers. You look down from the wound to his eyes. He is staring at you, his eyes huge, his lips slightly parted. He looks inviting.

You swallow. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, like it is fighting to jump out. Eddie is mere inches from your face, looking like a hot mess.

No. Stop. I’m the doctor. You blink slowly and force yourself to look back to the wound. Eddie casts his eyes down. You continue to carefully clean the blood from his face.

‘Guess you don’t even need the rest of that fancy education of yours eh?’ Eddie says to lighten the mood. ‘You’re already a pro.’

You smile. ‘I must say I’m even surprising myself here. I didn’t think I could. But I had to so…’

‘Yeah. Well you can heal me anytime. I don’t mind you touching me.’

Your eyes shoot back to his, your cheeks crimson.

‘To…you know, heal my wounds. Mend my broken bones. Sew my flesh back together,’ he continues.

You chuckle softly. ‘Glue you mean. Glue your flesh back together.’

‘Even better. It sounds even grosser than sewing.’

‘Does it though?’ you ask with a smile. You do as you promise and glue his wound.

‘The sight of blood makes me feel lightheaded,’ Eddie confesses out of the blue.

You nod slowly. ‘Ah so that is why you just fainted.’

‘No, not fainting. I never faint,’ he defends.

‘Hmm-hmm,’ you hum. That smile doesn’t come off anymore.

‘Well okay maybe I fainted once. Trust me when I say, you shouldn’t trust me with a nail gun.’

You stop your work, satisfied that Eddie is going to be okay. ‘Eddie the Freak, the Dungeons Master, the nightmare of every High School teacher and every jock, faints at the sight of blood? Now that is something the town should know.’

‘Don’t tell anyone please. I was just starting to feel somewhat brave,’ he says, suddenly sounding insecure.

'Hawkins could do with some wholesome facts about you,’ you say as you stand up and offer a hand. ‘They should know how sweet you really are.’

Eddie takes your offered hand and pulls himself up. However he is not balanced right and stumbles against you. You hold up your other hand to gently hold his upper arm. Eddie is a little bit taller than you, and right now he is looking down into your eyes again.

‘I…am sweet?’

Another rush of warm feelings. You force it down. ‘Well, uhm, yes I think…we should check on Dustin shouldn’t we?’

You think about running but Eddie is holding onto you with surprising strength. When he doesn’t speak you look back at him, wondering what is coming next. You expect another quippy reply, maybe even something more personal about himself. What happens next however, you did not expect.

Without hesitation Eddie leans in and kisses you. You feel your heart stopping, your head spinning. Eddie’s lips are against you, pretty harsh but still nice. His lips move slowly. Then his free hand cups the side of your face and pulls you in further. It is a desperate kiss that lights a fire in you, you have never felt before.

Then he pulls back and you start to sway on your feet.

‘What,’ you whisper, ‘was that?’

‘A thank you,’ he says with a smile. ‘For saving my life.’

‘Oh, right,’ you say, cursing yourself a moment later for sounding so disappointed.

Eddie catches it. He lifts one eyebrow. ‘Were you hoping for another answer, doctor L/N?’

Your mouth opens and closes a couple of times. You attempt a nonchalant shrug. ‘No. Nope. I was just surprised.’

Eddie smiles. ‘Good surprised or bad surprised?’

You give him a short look before you walk away in the direction of the gate. Eddie continues to stand there, looking at you as you walk away.

‘Good or bad?’ he shouts, his arms up in the air. ‘Please give me an answer.’

You stop, unable to stop the massive smile on your lips. You turn around so he can see your face which settles his nerves a little.

‘It’s good,’ you tell him while you blush. ‘Really good. Now, shall we get out of this hell dimension or not?’

‘Yes madam!’ Eddie yells as he runs over to your side. He stops right beside you, his arm pressing up against yours. ‘I think you just saved my life sweetheart.’

You grimace. ‘Yeah, well we aren’t done yet. Something tells me this was the easy part.’

A second later his arm is around your shoulders. He pulls you close to him for a moment. ‘Don’t rain on my parade just yet. Let me enjoy this huge victory.’

You raise an eyebrow. ‘The ‘not getting eaten by bats’ part?’

Eddie stops and pulls you to a stop with him. ‘No, the part where you like it when I kiss you. Duh.’

‘Oh,’ you mumble, all shy and staring at his chest instead of his eyes, ‘that part.’

When Eddie remains silent you dare to look up again. There is still blood on his face, mixed with sweat and tears. His look is a combination of fear and relief. But then his eyes soften more and he leans in to kiss you again. You feel his salty lips against yours and for a moment the world stops spinning.

‘You and me against the world, princess,’ Eddie whispers against your lips. ‘Let it try.’

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sleptwithinthesun · 2 years

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I NEED Steve reacting to Eddie’s kitten sneezes.

lmao don't we all. please enjoy a humble 1.8K fic, written straight from my goddamn soul because im insane about these two :)

It's beyond late when Steve pulls up to the Munson trailer, almost breathless with worry, shaking with the amount of pure anxiety and adrenaline in his system right now. He hates this, so much more than words will ever be able to express. The Upside Down has a special way of fucking with his psyche, pulling everything he's worked so hard to push down up to the surface and letting it breathe for the first time in years, life regained even though it was buried long ago. But for them, buried never really seems to mean dead, does it?

He pulls his Members Only jacket tighter around himself, the normally-calming night breeze biting into him. April in Hawkins is no joke, with the temperatures tending to be pleasantly cool during the day and plummeting back down during the night. As he approaches the trailer, he notices that most of the lights are still on, meaning that Eddie might still be awake. At least Steve won't be waking him up.

Three knocks on the door are all it takes for him to hear movement from inside the trailer, and he breathes out a sigh of relief as Eddie's footsteps move closer to the door. "Uncle Wayne? I thought you weren't going to be back until Thur—" He cuts himself off as soon as he sees Steve standing there, obviously taken aback. To his credit, though, his recovery is swift, even as tension bleeds into his limbs. "Oh, uh, hi. What're you... what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry," Steve starts, drinking in the sight of Eddie. It's a relief to see him like this, messy-haired and in baggy pajamas and breathing, "for barging in on you. I just... I needed to make sure you were okay."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes how stupid they sound. He could have just picked up the phone and called him, there was no need to drive all the way over here, not really, but Steve needed to see. To confirm Eddie's safety with his own eyes.

Eddie stares at him for a moment, before nodding, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I get that. Do you want to come in? It's a bit of a mess since I was cleaning, but the couch is fine." He lets Steve lead the way before following, closing the door behind the two of them and locking it, like he doesn't expect Steve to leave for a while. "Are you alright?"

Steve laughs humorlessly, sitting on the couch and looking down at his clasped hands. "No, not really."

To his surprise, Eddie wastes no time taking a seat next to him. "Do you, I don't know, maybe want to talk about it? I've been told I'm a good listener."

"And who told you that?"

"Most of the people who actually talk to me," Eddie says, shrugging. "My uncle, for one. Gareth. Dustin. And, uh, that's kind of it."

Steve leans back, turning his head so that he's looking at the other man. Eddie's not quite looking at him, in a similar position to Steve's just moments previous, his blank gaze transfixed on a bottle of cleaning spray that he must have left on the coffee table. "That's still not a lot."

"Not a lot of people wanted to talk to me even before I was a fugitive, Harrington."

"Fair point," Steve concedes. "Are you sure? I don't want to, like, crash your night or whatever."

Eddie scoffs, finally glancing over at Steve, even if it just lasts for a second. "Don't worry, you're not crashing anything. So far, it's just been a party between me and the dust bunnies." At Steve's tired expression, he sobers slightly. "It can wait until tomorrow, seriously. Besides, I wasn't going to be sleeping anyway."

He brings his legs up to sit in lotus style, and weirdly enough seems comfortable in it, relaxing against the back of the couch. His slumped posture causes his T-shirt to practically swallow him. It depicts the Metallica logo, because really, what else would Eddie sleep in? His sweatpants even have tiny bolts of lightning printed all over them. "What's bugging you?"

"The Upside Down," Steve tells him, averting his gaze again, absently cracking his knuckles, one by one, as he speaks. "I don't know if you've felt it, too, but it, like... it plays with your mind, man. Makes you remember things you don't want to, things you didn't even think you could remember anymore. And I don't know, I guess I've just been a bit paranoid about it all."

"I know what that's like." He glances over, sees Eddie with that far-off look again, and looks away. "Hell, I haven't slept in almost six days because of the nightmares." His nose twitches, and he inhales sharply, breaths stuttering with what Steve assumes to be emotion. "It's all just on repeat, right? Childhood memories combined with everything that happened, warping until they're the same fucking thing and—"

"—there's no escape," Steve finishes. "Yeah. It's exactly like that."

Silence stretches between the two of them, oddly comfortable, until Eddie breaks it with a sudden gasp. "hh'hg'nxt! gKT! hih'hh'kXsht!"

"Bless you," Steve tells him, taken aback by the suddenness of the triple. In the past week, he's gotten used to Eddie's common sneezes. Sort of. He's no longer surprised by the amount of them, at least.

"Ugh, sorry," Eddie mumbles, wiping at his nose with ringless fingers. "It's all this goddamn dust from cleaning. I'm listening if you still want to talk, I promise. Might just interrupt you a couple times."

"That's alright. I didn't really have much more to say, anyway, just needed someone to talk to." He shifts his weight, leaning forward and preparing to stand. "Sorry, again, for barging in on you."

Eddie looks up from where he's rubbing at his nose, which is already turning pink near his nostrils. "Wait, are you trying to leave?"

"Um, yes?"

"Dumbass," Eddie says, shaking his head affectionately. "Stay here. It's pitch-fucking-black outside, you really think I can let you drive in good conscience? I've got a couch and a bedroom, so take your pick. Or don't, I can always choose for you." With that, he turns away and crushes another set of sneezes into his shoulder. Steve's impressed. Only six since he's been here, which has to be some kind of all-time low. Eddie was a mess in the warehouse with all the dirt and dust. "h'kTt! ktsh! nGxt!"

Steve glances around, hoping there's a tissue box in the room, and comes up empty. "Bless you."

"Thanks." He stands up, pressing his bandana against his nose, and holds out his free hand to Steve. "I'm putting you in an actual bed, okay? No arguing."

"But—"

"That's an argument. You just sealed your fate," Eddie says, grabbing his hand when Steve doesn't go for his and dragging him down the hall. "My room."

Steve huffs out a breath, allowing Eddie to guide him for a few moments before an actual argument pops into his head. "You're just going to get worse if you stay in the living room, though. I mean, you said it yourself, it's all the dust."

Eddie actually pauses at that, contemplating, then keeps moving forward. "Well, then, I suppose we'll just have to share."

Oh.

See, the thing about Eddie Munson is that while he may be lacking in actual confidence in himself, once there's an idea in his mind, there's nothing anyone can do to talk him out of it. Meaning, Steve's about to spend the rest of the night in his bed. With him.

Jesus Christ.

"Fine," he manages, shrugging his jacket off the moment Eddie lets go of his wrist, intent on getting this over with as soon as possible. While a part of him is secretly thrilled at the prospect, the majority of him is anxious as hell. Steve's pretty sure he hasn't had a good night's sleep ever since he heard Chrissy was murdered.

Steve's still in pajamas, at least, so he doesn't have to borrow any of Eddie's clothes. He drapes his jacket over the back of the chair in the room, then glances over at his apparent bedmate for the night. "Are you coming?"

"Y-yeah, just gohhtta..." He breathes slowly for a couple seconds, knuckle pressed against his nose, but still loses the fight. "Shit, fuck, oh my GohhdT'sh! gxt'uh! mpt'shh!"

"Stop stifling. For the love of God, how many times do I have to tell you this? You're just going to make it worse," Steve says, walking over to the bed and lifting the covers. Maybe this won't be so bad.

Eddie stares at him for a second, nose still twitchy. "You know what, you're bossy. Has anyone ever told you that before?"

"Sure," he says, with a private roll of his eyes before his tone softens. "Get in. You need to sleep too, Eddie."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Eddie grumbles as he crosses over to the bed, grabbing a tissue on the way and quietly blowing his nose. There's a whole box of them on the floor, Steve realizes, carefully placed so that they're within easy reach, with a small wire trash can right next to them. "I'm glad you're staying."

He exhales slowly as Eddie turns off the lights. "I am, too," he admits to the ceiling.

"I'm glad that you're glad," Eddie says, sliding into bed next to him.

"Don't get all sappy on me now, Munson."

"Me? Sappy? Unheard of."

Steve laughs quietly, the last sound before they both start settling down. Now that he's in bed with the lights off, all the exhaustion he's been carrying around finally sinks into him, and he wants nothing more than to sleep. He's almost there, too, when Eddie suddenly crumples with an actual fit of uncovered sneezes.

"h'iTshh'uh! ik'tsCh! hih'kshh! kSHh! Fuck, sorry— h'isHh! ishH'uh!" He's panting by the end of it, sniffling back sudden congestion and barely even noticing what he's just revealed.

"Are you kidding me?" Steve asks, pushing himself up on his elbow. "You've been stifling all this time for that?"

He can only imagine the quizzical look Eddie's sending him. "Fuck, Eddie, that's adorable. You sound like a kitten. I mean, that's barely even different from when you stifle, Christ, why do you even bother?"

"Shut up," Eddie whines, rolling over so that he's facing Steve and poking him on the face, landing just to the side of the incredulous smile that's gracing his face. "Go to sleep."

Miracles upon miracles, he does end up sleeping through the night. And when he wakes up in the morning, Eddie is curled into his side, sinuses swollen and exhaling wheezily before Steve pulls him out of the dust-ridden trailer and into the fresh April air so that he can actually breathe.

#askbox #promptfic #s/tranger t/hings snzfic #snzfic #s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #swts fic

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kaypeace21 · 2 years

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Who do you predict will die?

So hard to say. I don't have super confident guesses tbh ...

New characters seem the most obvious to die.

I mean I thought eddie would die before a single trailer was released - and it was because of a single promotional image that appeared to foreshadow his death - link Here. But who knows maybe they'll surprise us.but other scenario... he's stuck in prison. Either way , not great.

They could k*ll hopper' s russian friend- dmitri . Plus yuri. Maybe a bit too obvious. Given alexi. But I could see it . Yuri is a douche so he's probably for sure done-zo. He Even made up a fake story about "yuri dying".

I kind of could maybe see Jason quickly getting vecna-ed and dying similar to fred. He definitely has enough tra*ma- because of his gf and friend dying. And that could be how the secondary antagonist's story closes.but I could see lther alternative possibilities for him. ...

argyle may be another bob newby. Another pure soul who just wanted the best for the byers fam- and got dragged into the crazy supernatural business ,only to die (and he deserved better- camp) . I'm still not over bob... so poor argyle if that's the case. I hope he makes it.

As far as older established characters

Idk maybe murray ...no offense but we as a fanbase could survive his passing. XD. Also am anon told this- risotta is called "death dish" (which murray made).

Maybe Karen (that part 1 trailer showed she was in danger)... and now she and the rest of the parents are getting more involved in the plot.

Brenner ? (the lab is exploding and the army is shooting guns everywhere . I could see him die then. But I could also see sullivan just take him prisoner for info- as a later s5 plot thread). I could see owens maybe dying too- he already almost died at a lab in the past.

People who prob won't die ... but like the 1% chance is making me paranoid ...

I don't think she'd die tbh. But elmstreet dreamwarriors was said to inspire s4. Freddy k (inspo for vecna) kills nancy thompson (inspo for nancy) in a dream,in said movie. So it makes me a tiny bit worried. Even if it's fairly fairly unlikely. I just feel like the duffers love her too much. So I think she'll make it - even if a close few calls. My gut thinks... she'll probably be fine.

I'm not sure why... something in my gut is worried for steve (i feel like as an actual main he's the most likely candidate to die). But the fanbase is so obsessed- that I think he'll probbe fine . Levy said Steve is safe becuse he loves him too much. But, it's not the first time the crew lied though? Steve is prob ok. It may mean completely nothing but I did not like dustin telling Steve "if you die . I die". Or in s4 "fight to the de*th". Or robin saying to steve she's worried it won't work out for them . But idk ... I just can't see any of the main kids dying. Same goes for robin as she's literally the only confirmed out character at the moment. But Steve- idk.. he may do something risky to save others. He's already had close calls in s1,2,3, and 4 jumping into danger to save others.

I still think the season ends with a pretty bleak ending (regardles of how many or few deaths there are). where the Hawkins crew didn't really fully win. Hawkins is probably in shambles (caused by vecna/sullivan's troops/ the delirious hawkins mob). And I think maybe El overuses her powers and maybe ends up in a coma after "saving the day" . I know sounds odd ...but it has foreshadowing and would be bleek . Later, in s5 she would be fine though. Post about that theory here. I could also see at the end of s4: joyce and co stranded in the soviet union with no way back (for a while). And then who knows lonnie may get custody of Will because of that- and so the byers brothers are separated , and Will's stuck with a human monster. Or instead poor Will is stuck in the ud with vecna- a literal monster. And bam that's the s4 cliffhanger. Like there's alot of ways to have a messed up ending without k*lling a bunch of people off.

#stranger things #el hopper #will byers #jonathan byers #steve harrington #jim hopper #joyce byers

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sincerely-bats · 2 years

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Poptarts? Poptarts!

Pairing: Eddie x Caleb (s/i)

Genre: Fluff/comedy (i dunno its all funny hahas)

Part: 1 out of ???

Word Count: 4043

Summary: Eddie and Caleb got married while on a road trip and told literally no one. Steve finds out.

Authors Note: If there are spelling errors just ignore them, I wrote this in a rush a bit ago.

Eddie had been incredibly happy since it had happened- after all, the man had thought he would never actually get into a relationship- let alone get married! Yet here he was, married to Caleb after three years of dating and then two more years of being engaged. Sure, it had taken them a while, but they had finally figured it was time. Sure, they were kind of young- what with Eddie being only 25 and Caleb being 24, but they knew they wouldn’t want anyone else for the rest of their lives. That was for sure.

Their wedding hadn’t been anything large or fancy, just them and some minister guy in a courthouse when they had went on a small (small here meaning month long) road trip to “get out and see somewhere OTHER than Hawkins Indiana.” God… that had been a fun journey- him getting lost constantly because of Caleb’s inability to read a map properly. Honestly they were planning to go specific places but didn’t make it to most of them, instead finding other places to visit which… honestly was way more fun. Admittedly, the pair had argued a bunch during the trip all over little things along the way, but it mainly was the getting lost- the sheer amount of times they had gotten lost was a nightmare- it had caused them to ignore each other for a few hours each time after they would pull over. Eddie would take a moment to have a smoke and cool off outside of the van, reading the map to try and see where they had gone wrong, only to eventually ease up when Caleb would wrap his arms around his waist and lean into him, mumbling apologies for messing their course up. These moments always led to Eddie putting his smoke out and turning to face him, holding him tight and mumbling that it’s okay. They always came through in the end and really the trip had made them realize that they were ready to actually get married, that they could weather any storm or any argument because by god they had just about had every argument under the sun in that month, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Now, having been INCREDIBLY deep in thought, hopelessly thinking about the trip, Eddie had hardly registered that he had already completed his daily morning routine, or at least the stuff that only involved himself. Now it was just time to wake Caleb up- and, of course, he couldn’t do that without coffee. Heading down the stairs of their small two story apartment that was, admittedly, VERY compact (not that they minded, it was very cozy), the brunette headed right for the kitchen, searching through their very extensive collection of coffee that they both had agreed was totally necessary and totally not a waste of a WHOLE CUPBOARD, until he found the one he knew by heart that Caleb liked best which… admittedly was the only kind they bought in the first place because it was his favourite too. He set the coffee machine up and then sat there for a moment, playing with the rings on his fingers before deciding that, no, their apartment was FAR too quiet. Taking that mental cue and running with it, he calmly wandered to the living room which was barely ten steps away, the house was incredibly tiny after all, and searched through the vinyl collection they had until he found one he knew his husband was particularly fond of lately and he had grown attached to by association. The choice of the morning was Sunshine Superman by Donovan- a classic from the 1960’s, if he remembered his other half gushing excitedly while going through vinyls in the local record store correctly (which he did, obviously). Rigging the machine so it played “Season of the Witch” first. Much better.

With the sound of music in the air, Eddie returned to his earlier task, humming along quietly and making the coffee to perfection- black with a tablespoon of sugar- just the way Caleb loved it. He didn’t bother making one for himself, knowing full well he was going to be stepping out to quickly purchase a few things from the local corner store. When he finished up making the coffee he glanced over at the clock on the wall by the front door, 10:35 am. Feeding time. Practically the moment he thought it, two small balls of fluff came darting into the room, the one with black fur starting to mewl and chirp at him while weaving through his legs as he attempted to walk over to the cabinet where they kept the bag of cat food. The other cat with incredibly fluffy orange and white fur was already sitting by the food dishes and glancing between Eddie and the bowls repeatedly while lightly tapping his paw on the blue-rimmed lip of one of them. He couldn’t help but chuckle, rolling his eyes. “Calm down, Jinx, Apollo, food is coming.”

Doing as the boys demanded, Eddie filled both of their food dishes up, giving both of them a pet before muttering a gentle, “dig in.” To let them know it was okay and then checking their water and finally moving to bring Caleb his coffee, chuckling at the sight of the man sprawled out his stomach atop their plush double bed, the white comforter haphazardly covering his bare flesh which was tinted golden from the sun’s rays through the window. It was a beautiful sight. The way the other’s black and blue hair was strewn messily over his face and on the pillow which he was nuzzled up to but not on. He almost didn’t want to wake him… but he knew damn well that he had work that day and deadlines were a bitch so awaken the sleeping prince he must.

Eddie placed the rounded soup bowl of a green mug onto the nightstand, gently climbing onto the bed, his left hand slowly moving to brush the hair out of his face before changing position to rub his shoulder and back as he began to place sweet little kisses all over his face. “Wakey wakey, sunshine.” He crooned gently into his ear, smirking at the way Caleb’s nose scrunched up in protest and the way the shorter man grunted in reply, trying to weasel away and ignore his lover- however, Eddie was an expert at waking him by now. “Now, now… mr Munson… I made you coffee.” He offered in a soft and drawn out voice, noting the shift in demeanour immediately.

What once was displeasure and attempt to ignore, was now interest and biting back a crooked grin. Caleb let out the softest hum, cracking an eye open but only just. “I like when you call me that.” He purred, leaning into the calloused hand that cupped his cheek and grinning wider when he felt Eddie bring him into a pleasant kiss. It was bliss. He knew that. Pure and utter happiness, and when it broke, he bit his lip, shifting to prop himself up on his elbow, free arm brushing his hair back as he stared up into big brown eyes that he had grown to so desperately love. “Mmm minty.” He hummed, referring to the taste of his husbands kiss. “You going somewhere?”

“I need to pick up more sugar so you, my sweet little gremlin, can continue to caffeinate yourself for the rest of the week.” Eddie teased, noting how the other had begun softly toying with his curly brown hair, twining some of it around his index. All he could do was hum in reply, a little transfixed on watching the other’s fingers move in that repetitive gesture. “I’ve already fed the boys, so all you need to focus on is getting that cute butt of yours ready for work and then when I get back, I can drive you in.” He mused, noting the way Caleb almost immediately stopped twirling his hair and flopped back onto the bed in exasperation.

“That’s a juxtaposition.”

“English, sweetheart.”

“Those words contrast. If I’m a gremlin, how am I sweet?”

Snorting in response, Eddie grabbed the pillow from his side of the bed, shifting to straddle the other and lightly bat at him with the object. “Smart ass privileges are revoked. You’re both cuz I say you are.” He mused, nearly yelping in surprise when the man beneath him managed to grasp the pillow and hit him back with it.

Caleb tossed the pillow aside, smirking at the other. “You’re only revoking them cuz I’m r-“ before he could finish his sentence, Eddie had his lips pressed against his drawing a soft huff of surprise out of the man before a short string of giggles left him and he was gently trying to pull away as his husband began to coat his jaw and neck in feverish little kisses and god, okay, that mixed with the sound of their laughter and the music dancing up the stairwell and into their room made this moment one of the many “best” ones they had had yet. “You need to get to the store, goofball!” He reminded, somehow managing to wiggle his way out of the tight grasp he had been captured in. “Now go before I decide to skip work and hold you hostage in bed all day!”

Eddie snickered, but listened and climbed out of the bed, though before he left the room, he did pause to casually observe his other’s form- breathtaking as always, decorated with tattoos on the arms and a tattoo that matched the one he had on his abdomen (a souvenir they had both gotten while passing through LA.) “God, I love you.” He uttered breathlessly, though that moment of momentary distraction was cut short by a pillow smacking him in the chest.

“I love you too, but you need to get going!” Caleb snickered. “I know I’m pretty, but scrape your jaw off the floor and head out, hotshot.” Now, that nickname… oh it stirred something in Eddie, a sense of pure playful disbelief and challenge.

“Hey, I lost that game of poker because you wouldn’t blow on my dice for good luck, remember that.” He retorted, already heading down the stairs, the chain dangling from his belt loop to the wallet in his back pocket jingling with each step. He could hear his lover laugh, though the noise was muted now from the distance and all he could do was smile, knowing that at least for now he had gotten the last word. There was no doubt in his mind that Caleb would bring this conversation back up later. He counted on it actually. Eddie gave both of the cats scratches behind their ears before snatching his leather jacket off of the coat hooks nearby the door, pulling it on as he shouldered through the door, attempting to close it quietly after himself but, like usual, the damn thing didn’t WANT to close and he scowled, bracing a foot on the wall as he tugged a little harder on the handle, huffing in annoyance when it finally closed with a loud bang. “Fucks sake-“ He hissed. They really needed to fix that.

Rubbing his face in annoyance at that little hiccup, Eddie began his walk to the store. It was uneventful as walks went, though he knew people were staring at him, at least now it wasn’t because of how he looked. It was fair to say though that the reason they stared now was far worse. Sure they had managed to clear his name of murder, people still obviously believed that he had killed them… it was ridiculous, but he supposed he understood it. He was different, an easy target, easy to blame, he looked scary and played a fantasy game that “promotes murder”. Shaking that thought process away, he took in a deep breath, patting his jacket pockets for his pack of camels, groaning when he couldn’t find them, guess he had to pick more of those up too. If he was out of cigarettes that probably meant Caleb was probably out too- or close to it, so, two packs of smokes. Camels and menthols.

—

The trip hadn’t taken too much time, a matter of fifteen or so minutes and then he was back at home, home to the sight of Caleb rushing about in the kitchen, Apollo and his high energy chasing after him in whichever direction he went, cute. “You looking for anything in particular?” He asked, already moving to look over the kitchen table which was… admittedly, absolutely stacked high with paperwork from Caleb’s job and papers full of Eddie’s D&D notes for a new campaign he was working on.

“Fuckin’ all of the shit they wanted me to write up for them- I can’t fucking find it Eds-“ Caleb huffed out, nearly plowing into him as he rushed by once again, though one quick step out of the way on his part, saved them both a nasty tumble to the ground. “Have you seen that stupid yellow folder?? The one I’ve been “bitching over” for the last week and a half?” He called out from the living room where Eddie could just barely see him looking through the stack of papers on the coffee table through the doorway if he leaned just slightly to the left.

Sorting through the papers on the kitchen table, Eddie hummed in reply, fingers fumbling slightly on occasion. Things were always this hectic- you’d think the pair would have come up with a better method for storing their paperwork at this point but no, they were far too busy for that for one reason or another. Pausing after a bit of digging, Eddie let out a triumphant “Ahah!” And held up the manilla folder- thankfully in good condition. Playfully, the man bowed, grinning slightly. “Thank you, thank you, hold your applause. I’m accepting rewards, but hold the applause please folks.” He exclaimed playfully, laughing when he saw his partner practically shoot up through the hair that had fallen into his face.

Caleb was at his side in seconds, grasping for the folder which Eddie immediately held behind his back, smirking wildly and shaking his head, tutting softly and using one of his hands to gently tap his lips to insist on what he wanted before he handed it over, and hell yeah the other delivered. Tugging him into a deep kiss by the collar of his Metallica shirt. Caleb hummed happily, grasp on the shirt changing to a hand gently coaxing his lover back up against the nearest wall before he pulled back and looked up haughtily. “May I have my folder please, lover mine?” He asked in his sweetest tone, batting his lashes up at the other, blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he waited for the answer. He reached up, hand moving from his chest to instead cup his cheek gently, thumb rubbing lightly at the slightly tanned skin.

He swore that kiss made him melt, his knees buckling from the feeling. He had only been expecting a quick peck- that would have been enough, but that was far better. At the question he pretended to think, snickering when he saw blue eyes narrow at him ever so slightly. “I suppose I can give it to you, after all, I don’t want you losing that job of yours.” He mused, drawing has arm from behind himself and handing the desired object over before ruffling Caleb’s hair… it was so much longer than when they had first met and no longer the odd mohawk with long chunks in front of his ears, but now a more subdued shag cut with the underside dyed blue with actual hair dye instead of blue raspberry flavoured juice powder. Eddie’s hair remained unchanged both in colour and style, but to be fair he was still quite happy with it, it was uniquely his still and he liked it- so did Caleb but that was besides the point. “Here you are, anything else we should look for before we need to head out?”

Shaking his head, the darker haired man fixed his hair, clutching the folder in his hand as if it would disappear from view into the cat dimension if he so much as stopped white knuckling it. “Not really, This is what’s most important for work at the moment.” He seemed to pause for a moment, soon drawing back and glancing around anyway just in case he WAS forgetting something, but it appeared that he wasn’t- not besides his jacket anyway. “Thank you for finding it- you know I’d lose my head if it-“

“-wasn’t screwed on right?” Eddie offered, smiling softly as he watched Caleb nod. “It’s no trouble, you know that… and, look. I’ll try and organize all of our papers while you’re at work today, okay? I’ll get Steve to help or something.”

“You’d really ask Steve to help you?”

“Couldn’t be that awful of an idea.”

“Mmm you haven’t seen him try and organize things then.”

Furrowing his brow as he grabbed Caleb’s long black peacoat off the hook for him, Eddie tilted his head ever so slightly, draping it over his lovers shoulders. “And what’s that mean?” He inquired, more amused than anything, after all, how bad could the guy be at it, right?

—

Bad. Oh my god, he was bad.

Rubbing his face in irritation for about the thirtieth time that evening, Eddie stared in disbelief as Steve tried for about the third time to understand the organization system they had agreed upon at the start- two hours ago. He should have asked Dustin- or Mike- Or maybe Nancy- YEAH the older Wheeler sibling would have been the best option. Anything but this. Honestly, HE was bad at organizing, but this was next level. He had always assumed that Harrington was good at organizing things, after all, his place was always pretty well kept! He should have listened to Caleb.

“Steve- man- come on… You can’t be for real right now.”

“It’s a confusing system-“

“You literally are just organizing his stuff into those folders by date. The date is written on every page. Then from there It just needs to be further sorted into topic which I can handle.” Eddie reminded, tone dull as he continued absently organizing his D&D notes so that they were all in order, the general storyline and plot points getting their own folder, information on NPCS got its own folder, the same with general world building information and then just an empty folder for what would eventually be information on the rest of the party members characters.

Steve rolled his eyes, crossing his arms after dropping a few of the papers onto the table. “Some of them don’t have dates though.” He gestured to the ones he had dropped, brows raising in almost challenge.

For a moment Eddie wished he was not here in this moment, hell work would be better. Absently, and just to bring himself peace of mind before he answered, he was fishing the simple golden wedding band he wore on a chain around his neck out and rubbing his thumb over it’s smooth surface a few times, pressing the warmed metal to his lips as he took a deep breath and thought happy thoughts about Caleb to calm his mind.

“Uh- what the heck is that?” He heard Steve ask.

That was right. He and Caleb hadn’t told any of their friends about their impromptu wedding. A sly smile immediately found its way to his lips, and Eddie focused on Steve again. “This? This ring right here?” He waited for a nod before continuing. “Only the symbol of my eternal love for one Caleb Alexander Munson.” He offered with a simple flourished gesture of his free hand.

Steve immediately looked surprised, the news sinking in pretty quickly, and the other man looked exasperated before Eddie knew it. “Really? REALLY? Could the gods not hate me more?” He inquired to no one in particular, speaking again before the other man had a chance to say any pithy remarks about how “yes, yes they could”, his tone turning almost more distressed than the man had ever heard it. “When did you two get married?! He focused his gaze on the man in front of him, hands slamming down on the wooden table.

Since Caleb had gone off to work, Eddie snorted and grinned bigger than he had. “Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” He mused absently, noting the confusion and then further exasperation of Steve Harrington. Oh, he was having fun with this. “For real, though, it was while we were away on our road trip on uh... Halloween.” He laughed at the thought. It had admittedly been quite a cliche if he thought about it. However, no matter how sudden the event had been, nothing could beat the fact that it had landed itself on their favourite autumn-based holiday.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he groaned lowly. “First the engagement, and now freaking marriage?? How does Eddie Munson pull that off, but I’m still absolutely dateless?! What’s next? What else do I not know?!” He demanded, staring ahead intensely. His expression was almost what Eddie wanted to describe as entirely unhinged or done with the world, and the thought of that brought a chuckle from the man, the sound immediately earning him another death glare, and by the gods, he just couldn’t resist…

“Well, Cal and I adopted-“

“You did fucking NOT adopt kids already-!”

“God, no. Not our cup of coffee, Harrington,” Eddie snickered. The interruption usually would have slightly peeved him off, but this one was too funny to be angry with. “We adopted two cats last week, Jinx and Apollo. They’re from the local shelter- they looked incredibly sad- absolutely devastated even, which- obviously made Cal sad, so next thing you know, I’m getting the third degree of puppy eyes and then we’re bringing two cats home because the cats were bonded siblings and by Mjolnir, he insisted they not be taken apart, and you know I can’t say no when he’s giving me a sad look so yeah.” He rambled absently, noting the disbelief and relief on Steve’s face at the reassurance that no, they hadn’t beaten him to becoming a dad. “Oh, and by the way, you have been elected to be their uncle, aaand you’re already set to take care of them on weekends, buddy. Their time for food is at 10:35 am and then no later than 6:30 pm if we don’t get back til then, okay? Thankssss.” He swore the look on his friend’s face was priceless. He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for it. These were the moments.

Taking a deep breath in and just trying to focus on organising to seem calm, Steve grimaced, swallowing thickly at the thought that they had already just decided this would be how things would go. Damn it all. It wasn’t like he hated cats, no, far from it. He liked them well enough, but he was slightly allergic, maybe not severely, but just enough to get incredibly itchy when they scratched him or hives if they rubbed against him too much in one spot. “I mean, I guess? Sure I don’t really mind, I guess?” He offered, more as a question than anything else, but that wasn’t important. What was important was all of this damn paperwork; WOW. So, SO much paperwork to go through!!

Eddie laughed at that. Wow, who knew Steve would just agree to his whole bullshit idea? He hadn’t thought the other would ACTUALLY go along with it, yet there he sat, totally proven wrong, so why not push it to see how far he could take things? “You’ll be fine if I pay you in pop-tarts, right Harrington?” He offered playfully, and boy howdy, the lack of a response beyond a quiet groan of displeasure sure sounded like a yes to him. He would need to stock up on pop-tarts now because, yes, Eddie Munson was one HUNDRED percent going to follow through with this.

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iamkatehardy · 4 years

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Soft Eddie

By @clubcheapwhitewine

For all those who didn't ask for it. ;)

warning: Watch out! It's getting cheeeesy af!

You shut your eyes, your heart was pounding like crazy as you tried to bring your breath under control. A quite hard plan, if not a dead issue. It was silent, you didn't dare to move a tiny bit and it felt like your own breath were that heavy, you had no doubt it must be the only thing he could hear in this moment. Although none of you touched the other one, his warmth seemed to flow through your body and you swallowed a moan which crawled up your throat by the thought of his hands anywhere on your skin. You knew his lips were only inches away from yours. Eddie let out a gentle, trembling sigh which caused you to open your eyes again just to find yourself look him straight in the eye. He slowly gazed over your face and stopped by your lips for a few seconds. His tongue slid over his own bottom lip before he looked back into your eyes.

A few hours earlier you were in that small bar together with Steven, your best friend Jess and Eddie. It was a spontaneous, casual thing and a kind of unusual combination. You didn't have that much contact with those two guys. They are rather friends of Jess, but the few times you met them were always fun, so you couldn't help but say yes as they asked you to accompany them.

"I'll get us the first round of drinks." Eddie said as you entered the bar together. "Any special wishes?" He watched back over his shoulder but didn't even wait for an answer as he made his way to the bar. You looked at the other two, raising your brows. "Come on, let's find us a seat." you grinned at them. After quickly scanning the small room with your eyes you made out some free seats in the back. You made your way toward the comfortable sitting area in a corner. The lights were dimmed, there were candles in old bottles at the table and it seemed to be all cosy and kind of intimate. "Hmm, romantic." Jess said with a little smirk playing around her lips and a meaningful look into your eyes as she slipped to the bench. You furrowed your brows in confusion, raising one of them. Jesses gaze wandered away from your eyes and focused on something behind you. Before you could turn around to see what she's looking at you felt something cold brushing your back slightly, a pair of pouty lips and a low husky voice right between your left ear. "I think she's right." Eddie said. You jumped a small step back with a gasp. "Woh woh woh, sweetie. Watch out." Eddie stood behind you, holding a full pitcher. The beer in it nearly splashed over from Eddie's quick motion as he flinched away from you. With your mouth still open from shock you looked from the swashing beer over to Eddie. A warm, boyish smile spread on his face as he saw your expression. Maybe you were watching for a little bit too long, but was he already that handsome when you saw him the last few times? "Doll, you look like you could have a drink." he said, still amused about your little performance. "Or two." you replied. "You should be lucky I've got that super fast reflexes so I saved our beer." he said with a wink to you and you couldn't help but smile at him. A cool drink would be great. You slightly nod and slid to the space right between Jess, who was sending you an air-kiss as she catched your gaze. Eddie placed a glass in front of each of you and poured the beer. He sat down next to you and poured a beer for himself before he raised his glass, waiting for the rest of you doing the same. "This evening may be the best of our lifes." he toasted. "Cheers!" you said in chorus. Turning his head to you he added: "And to fast reflexes." before he took his first sip and licked his lips afterwards. As he looked back at you he suddenly grunts out with amusement. "What? You should get over it Eddie." you said, squinting your eyes. He raised his hands up in defence. "Okay, okay, you're right, sweetie. It's just.. I never saw such a pretty moustache." he said, smirking. "Oh! Well, thank you then." you grinned back at him, swiping the froth away with the back of your hand. He reached over, stopping for a second. His eyes asked for permission and his gaze slid down to your lips again. You leaned forward in the slightest as if you were drawn by some kind of invisible energy. His thigh was pressed against yours as he went further and gently wiped away a tiny leftover of froth with his thumb. You closed your eyes and felt his thumb wandering across your bottom lip so delicate you almost couldn't feel it. As if he would wake up from a trance he suddenly broke the touch and you opened your eyes again. He cleared his throat. "There you go." he said lowly, without breaking eye contact. You hummed. A smile played around the corner of your lips. "Thank you, Eddie." You turned your head to look at the other two, whom were absorbed into a conversation with each other. You felt a small relief.

The rest of the evening was great. You bought the next round of beer and Jess and Steve had a few drinks more. Eddie and you were that deep in conversation, you even forgot to finish the second drink. You talked about everything and anything. A little smile here, a small touch there and some of a few seconds too long gazes which revealed a lot. You were hypnotized by his voice, his deep blue eyes and oh that inviting lips. The more time passed the more times your thoughts drifted away and you found yourself fantasizing about how it would feel to kiss those lips, to play with his hair, what he hides under his leather jacket and the shirt and how it would feel like if he'd touch your skin, your thighs, going further and further.. "(Y/N)? You with me?" Eddie's voice broke into your thoughts. You blinked a few times. "Uhm, yes?" You nibbled your bottom lip, feeling caught. "I think it's time to leave." he said smiling with a nod in Jesses and Stevens direction. They both were a giggling mess. You looked at the table, counting the empty glasses in front of them. "When the hell did they drink all this?" You asked surprised, covering your mouth with your hand. As your gaze met Eddie's again you both coudln't help but smile. "Well let's go, get that two wrecks into theirs beds." He got up. "Hey! I heart that!" Jess grumbled in protest, trying to look serious but couldn't hold it long before bursting out in apparently uncontrollable giggling again which Steven immediately joined. "Was it really just alcohol?" You quirked a brow.

It took Eddie and you a lot of strength and time to get Jess and Steven in their beds but you did it and as you finally shut the door of Stevens flat behind you, you high-fived. After a quick look to his watch Eddie eyed you for a moment. "So.. It isn't really that late yet. I mean.." he scratched the back of his head, looking to his feet. You smiled slightly at his sheepish behaviour. "I know it's maybe kind of weird and it would be absolutely okay if you wouldn't want.. It's just, my flat is only 5 minutes from here and I really enjoy the time with you, so.." he looked up again, wetting his lips. "I'd love to come with you Eddie." you said lowly, gifting him a shy smile. "Oh! Well then let's go!" He held his head higher again now, sliding his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and led you to the house in which he lived. That boyish smile was back on his face and you could smell his aftershave as you walked close to his side. Your arms nearly touched but never did at the end. It was a silent walk. Both of you were lost in their own thoughts. He opened the door to his apartment and let you go first. It was rather small, but cosy and it smelled like him. It felt homely immediately and you inhaled his sweet scent for another time and a wave of warmth drove through your body. "So, that's your place, huh? I like it. It's really cosy." you beamed at Eddie whom took a bottle of wine out the fridge. You let one of your hands slide over the fabric of the sofa as you came closer to him. He answered with a grin, watching you. "You want some, doll?" He held the bottle up in your direction and you nodded.

Hearing that pet names out of his mouth with his deep, raspy voice and addressed to you made you feel this delicious tingle in your belly, every time he did it. "C'mon I want to show you something" he said, passing you a glass of wine. "Oh, mysterious. Okay, I'm interested now." You accepted the glass. "Thanks Eddie." you smiled and followed him. He opened the curtains in the living room and revealed a glass door. You were right behind him as he opened it and went further. You found yourself standing on a small balcony. It was decorated with pillows, plants and light chains. As you watched back to Eddie he was on his knees at a comfortable, padded space between pillows, lightning some candles in big jars. "Wow Eddie. I don't know what to say. That's amazing! I didn't thought you were such a romantic person." You couldn't help but giggle. "You think that's funny, doll? Huh?" He smiled his boyish smile. "No, no! It's just, I wasn't expecting that. But I love it." He leaned back on the pillows. Tapping one finger at your glass of wine nervously you watched him lying there, unsure what to do next. "Will you join me, or do you wanna stay there for the rest of the night?" Eddie asked, tucking his arms behind his head to have a better view to you. "I'm not ready with showing you things." He smirked. You laughed and hoped he wouldn't notice your tension. So you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, took a big sip of the wine and crawled to Eddie's side. "You need to lay down on your back, sweetie." You did like he said and as your gaze finally drifted to the sky your mouth formed into a silent 'o'. "See? I didn't finish showing you things." Eddie whispered. It was a clear late summer night, no clouds in sight. The black night sky was dappled by millions and millions of stars and it felt like you'd see all this for the first time in your life. It was like staring into infinity. A bitter sweet feeling of melancholy clouded your senses. While you were watching the sky Eddie was watching you. He studied your expression, stunned by every little motion in your countenance, willing to memorize every wrinkle and every beauty spot. He rolled over to his side, causing you to turn your head. You searched for a hint in his eyes of what he could think about. Eddie opened his lips to say something, wetting them slightly with his tongue. "(Y/N), you are beautiful." he mumbled. You bit your lower lip and blushed. "Well, I didn't think it would be possible but now you're even more beautiful." His fingers twitched. There you were.

He moved his head in the slightest, nuzzling his nose on yours. His warm breath stroked your lips. You closed your eyes and wished you could keep this moment forever. It was perfect. He was. The delicious knot in your belly crumbled, ready to burst. Eddie's lips brushed yours gently before he opened his mouth slightly, embracing your bottom lip with his own lips. You leaned in, eager to feel more of him, of his warm softness. Eddie let go your lip only to cover your whole mouth with his. It was a lingering kiss again. He was taking his time. His hand reached for your cheek now, stroking it delicately with his thumb. The little moan crawled up your throat again and this time you weren't willing to swallow it. So you let it go, digging your fingers into Eddie's chest. His hand slid from your cheek to your lower back. His large hand was pulling your willing body onto his own and he growled lowly as he felt your warmth against him. Your tongue shyly slid out of your mouth to grace his upper lip. He took a deep breath through his nose and as his tongue touched yours the knot in your belly finally bursted, sending a shock of delight trough your body. Your tongues danced a slow dance, both of you enjoying the other one kiss by kiss, lick by lick, second by second. "You taste as sweet as you are." he moaned against your mouth just to continue but this time more passionate and demanding which you accepted willingly. He nibbled and sucked your lips and your skin and so did you. Little moans of pleasure left your throats now and then, swallowed by the night and you both weren't tired at all.

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I’m just leaving a little comment : this is absolutely amazing!

First of all, I was needing some Eddie fluff! And you are too, believe me, you do need this in your life 😍

This is just the right amount of funny and adorable 🥰 P-E-R-F-E-C-T. Every little thing makes sense and it’s so in character 😭❤️ Also, the way it’s written is so so good!

I love it, love it , love it! And you’ve got to read it 🥰

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cowandcalf · 4 years

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10.14 - Spoilers

Random thoughts, no particular order.

Danny has some workdays off. He sits in a bar, at 10 am, alone, watching TV. I haven't decided yet if this is a sad picture or if Danny's having a good time, some me-time, away from the normal daily routine… I really don't know. Maybe he's somehow heartbroken over Grace being at college, far away from home, far away from her Danno. It might be all about a dad who must get used to the fact that his daughter grows up. And that hurts, a lot, especially Danny. He's a great dad. Because Danny doesn't look relaxed in this first scene at the bar, more like deeply immersed in serious thoughts. So maybe his face expresses all about the changes in his life he can't stop from happening.

Steve's worried about Danny and I know he has his reasons. So, it really might all be about Grace and college and moving away from home. Steve's looking out for his boy the only reason for his early call to check up on Danny. Okay, I mean Danny must have left the house around what time? 8:30 am? 9:00 am? Something like this? So, he's seen Steve just a moment ago, had a cup of coffee with him. He even petted Eddie before he went to drive off to this bar. And Steve is separated from Danny for how long exactly? For about 2 hours tops? Before Steve decides it's time for a call, to touch base, making sure he's fine. I mean…this, yeah, this is what I live for.

Steve calls Danny, asking him how he's doing. And it's not anywhere near lunchtime but Steve asks Danny to join him, to grab a bite to eat for lunch. Danny has this day off and Steve can't stand the thought thinking Danny might overthink things, having a bad time, a somber mood. Whatever. Anything is good enough to pretend it's all about caring instead of admitting he only wants to hear Danny's voice. Steve's worried, he misses him…

(Damn, right this moment, in the middle of writing this text there's some other thoughts popping up…GAHH!)

How could I forget about that? OHmYGoD! Steve has just had this awful moment with Eddie! He was terrified Eddie might die on that highway, disorientated, run over by a car. Steve's all shaken up emotionally. He can't really admit that fact to himself, not yet at least, only later when the vet is there with him…I got a little of that myself today – talking about anxiety… So, the call to Danny is also to calm Steve down from the recent, shocking events because Eddie is much, so much more than just a dog to him.

Eddie is the main supporting pillar of Steve's fragile world he hides in his heart and his shattered, scarred soul. Steve is still upset and who does he call? Danny.

He calls, just as Danny would have called him and he checks up on his boy. What a great, tender, comforting moment. Steve doesn't see Danny at work due to his short time-out, though Danny still lives at Steve's place (…if he hasn't forgotten his key…) and Steve sees him in the evening for sure but he wants to eat lunch with Danny although he knows Danny is off to have some good time with whatever he's coming up with. The call Steve gives Danny is similar to the one Danny gave Steve in 10.01, exactly the same. I love this continuity. Warms my heart and the inside of my body down to my little toes.

Danny and the unknown, sexy woman. She's a natural beauty. I love everything about her. From her hair to her fair skin, down to her curvy, hot as hell body, to the way she's dressed, wearing the badassery-is-my-first-name tag like she invented also sensuality. I appreciate the absence of heavily put-on make-up. She's gorgeous and perfect. What a woman!! Whoa, she's freaking hot! And so damn far away from Danny's comfort zone, it makes me want to bite something. That pick-up scene where she just entered the bar to catch up on Danny was a total turn-on, so special, totally out of the ordinary, so hot! Holy shit! This sexy brunette plays with Danny and makes one hot move on him after the other.

God, she's so sexy, full of sass and wits and she swaggers into the bar and within seconds she hits on Danny and it knocks me off my feet with the wave of passion and lust and joy of life breezing my way. Bow chica bow wow!

Danny goes with the flow. How could he not? Steve is still important, and he takes the call. Danny would never not take a call from Steve. But after that Danny's world spins out of control. This woman seduces him into a state where Danny's cock rules his body. They go and have a hot fuck in the woman's bathroom of that bar! Danny stumbles into a tiny, confined space with no windows and only walls around him and he's fine! I have a great live-sex-movie in my head with Danny having this impromptu sex and that's why I have to use other words! Let’s be dirty! He bangs her, right there, from behind, and Miss Sexy-and-Brunette has one palm spread wide against the mirror, and with her other hand she clamps the rim of the counter to catch the heavy snaps of Danny's hips against her ass. God, they watch each other in the mirror, Danny takes her from behind, face red and flushed from arousal and joy and a tiny bit embarrassment that he even sees himself fucking a stranger in a public toilette. A hookup, not even knowing her name and she lifts her skirt and pulls her panties aside to let Danny glide into her wet, hot pussy. Jesus!

I mean, what the hell? (I love Danny’s wet spots under his armpits on his shirt after the sex, that's a great detail.)

The absolute cutest thing happens afterward. Danny has never done this before..just savor this...Danny has never fucked a stranger in a bathroom. He’s not so adventurous and this all-in now or never guy and it shows a tiny bit in the way of his movements which aren't all that confident, just a tiny bit insecure but the desire is there, burning like a wildfire. I mean the red-kissed, sore skin on the sexy brunette’s throat makes my knees go weak.

We know how Danny approaches his women, not like this. He's very much hesitant, insecure, shy, careful, cautious that this event right there with Miss Sexy-and-Brunette?? This renders me damn speechless. Wow! I'm sure Danny calls her (the unknown, sexy woman he just had sex with) Vivienne in his head. I see him whispering hot nonsense in her ear while he comes inside her, and her eyes grab his gaze and lock on. She's so damn self-confident. Who had the condom? That had to be Miss Sexy. I really don't think Danny plans such an act on purpose. He has never done this before!! And he's a bit shaken from his courage and he's so damn sexy with this touch of shyness and the way he speaks to her afterward, coaxing her into giving her a lift…wow, man, Danny's such a hot a stud when he sets his passion loose!

I have no idea if they had had a chance for a relationship. It wasn't the question anyway. But Miss Sexy-and-Brunette is from the East Coast, she loves Jersey, she gets movie/baseball/football (?) quotes. She knows 'Romeo's'…she's such a great gal and I literally can see Danny falling in love iwith her just because she so very different compared to his previous women. She's a wild one and I'm not so sure if Danny could have handled her. Really, I'm not so sure. But she sounds perfect.

Everything that happens afterward seems to be fate, just bad luck, even if it kills you as a viewer, you can't turn back the clock. It's so terribly heartbreaking and this strong, incredible woman dies without telling Danny her name. She's outstanding and a tough she-warrior till the end. She fought so hard, she was so brave and everything...but it wasn't enough. God, I cried for both of them.

Danny had the hottest adventure in the morning because of her, Miss Sexy-and-Brunette and because of her asking him questions about his life Danny came up with some damn honest answers.

For example, Danny told her that Hawaii isn't the worst place to be. He said 'Hawaii 'grows on you'. Or when 'Vivienne' asks about Danny's reason for being in that bar and he answers the reason might be his ex-wife. And Rachel comes up and we get to know that Danny and she tried to make it work and they failed, again. As Danny said, they're better off as friends. So, Rachel's out of the picture. Hopefully forever.

But Life has other plans and this wonderful, sexy morning turns in another haunting, dark, life-sucking event. Danny relives a terrible nightmare – the one where his partner Grace got shot, that day 9/11, right next to him and he couldn't save her. It happens again that a woman dies in his hands. The circumstances are brutal. Danny has experienced paradise and heaven, love and passion, despair and bone-deep grief within hours. He's a mess. He can't deal with anything at the moment. He had it, this spark and it's gone, forever lost, seconds later.

And what’s with Steve? There's also some heavy shifting on the emotional side happening. He opens up to his ohana and we get some deep insights into his heart and his well-guarded feelings because of Eddie. He's honest with the vet-lady and it hurts my heart to know his job always comes first like as if he has no idea how to create a personal life. He would want a relationship with someone, but he can't fit it into his life and the vet-lady wasn't as important as it had to be to make it happen.

In the end, Danny and Steve are single again. They try hard to make things work, but it's not happening. Steve needs Eddie to get through his days and his ohana is always there for him. It breaks my heart how much everyone loves Eddie. Eddie has gone through the same war terror as Steve and neither of them came out sane and healthy. Both of them carry a heavy, invisible burden and that ties the bond between them even tighter.

Steve is going to break down when he gets to know what happened to Danny while he was hat home. God, he’s going to be a mess, too.

At the end of the day, Steve will do everything in his power to be there for Danny. They end up sitting on the couch, leaning into each other and helping one another to get through this mess that is life and love. But they always have each other. Danny lives at Steve's, Danny's single again, Steve's also single and one day, I'm sure of it, one day they stop being so stubborn and they will kiss and snuggle on the couch and they know they'll grow old together because they love each other deeply and uniquely.

There are so many more details. But again, let’s stop here. Thanks so much for reading!

Season 10 is quite outstanding. Great episode. It was poetic, sad, heartbreaking cinema.

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