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nicxxx5 · 1 year

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mike coming out to dustin while off on a mission in s5

they’ve been walking around for about an hour now, making casual conversation and commentary on the invalding aspects of the upside down into their world when dustin decides to ask.

“so i’ve been meaning to ask, what’s up with you and el?” dustin asks as he carefully steps over a vine.

“huh?” mike turns around to look at him, a confused expression on his face in response to the question that to him came out of no where. “what are you talking about?”

“well you guys are barley talking to each other let alone in the same room anymore. honestly it’s been nice to not turn around to you guys making out every five seconds but likewise it’s a little off putting the space between the two of you” dustin comments as they continue on.

“oh,” mike says “i mean that’s probably because we broke up.”

dustin stops and looks up at him with a clear expression of shock on his face “what?!? when!?!” “uh, since a little after the rest of us got back from lenora?” mike offers, getting a little uncomfortable by how surprised dustin is.

dustin looks at him with utmost sympathy “aw man dude that sucks, i’m so sorry.” mike shakes his head “nah it’s fine. it’s for the best i think actually.” dustin sputters “”for the best”?! man what are you talking about? you guys were completely wrapped up in each other just last summer, how could you even say that?”

“dustin-”

dustin continues rambling “i mean you guys were so focused on each other that you ended up ditching us constantly! which was just as annoying as it was sweet by the way.”

“dustin-”

“i mean! hell i thought you guys would be together forever considering when you yelled at us that you loved her that one time-”

mike turns around and snaps “well you’re wrong dustin!”

dustin stops short and looks at mike, eyes wide in shock and taken aback from his outburst. mike deflates a bit after seeing the reaction from one of his bestfriends. he sighs looking down at the ground. “you’re wrong. el and i aren’t gonna be together forever. and i don’t love her like that. hell i’m not even sure i ever actually liked her like that.”

“what? but you guys were together like all the time. and kissing all the time. will even said that you told her you loved her when she was fighting vecna?” dustin replies even more confused

mike sighs again “yeah, i did do all those things, because i thought that’s what i was supposed to do. what all guys are supposed to do with their girlfriends. and especially in that moment in the pizza cooler, i was so afraid that if i didn’t say what el wanted me to say, that she would have died. but...” mike pauses and looks up at the sky, almost like he’s contemplating something. “none of those things i did were because i liked her romantically.”

the two of them keep walking but dustin keeps staring at mike, occasionally looking down at his feet to watch where he steps, because some things still aren’t making sense to him. “okay, but like dude, i don’t get it? when she left with the byers, you were so mopey and miserable. i mean we could hardly get you to leave you basement, like, ever. and other times all you would do is complain about joyce’s telemarketer job because you couldn’t get through the phonelines every time you tired to call them. i thought that was all from you missing your girlfriend?”

mike sighs again, but this time it’s shaky. he looks nervous as he turns a concerning combination of both pale and flushed. without turning to look at dustin he replies. “yeah, i mean i was miserable. but...el...she wasn’t the only one who left hawkins. i mean, she left with the byers remember?”

dustin’s face still looks confused, even as he’s looking down to watch where he steps. “yeah i remember but what does that have to do with- oh, oh right will. i mean we all missed will dude, you’re not the only one.”

“dustin.” “what?” mike still hasn’t turned around to look at him, his head’s hanging low. finally he does turn around and his face is pale and eyes glassy, dustin’s never seen him look this nervous and scared before. he looks at dustin and his voice is shaky “please don’t make me say it.”

with the same puzzled look on his face dustin goes “say what? mike, i really don’t get...” suddenly every thing in dustin’s brain clicks. his eyes go wide as he finally, finally puts the pieces together. he whispers “holy shit”

mike looks away and that’s pretty much all dustin needs to confirm what he was thinking. “holy shit”

“dustin-”

“oh my god dude. holy shit”

mike sighs, trying to keep his breath as even as he can “look if you want to head back now i can finish this on my own, but please-”

dustin looks at him like he just said he was gonna go and put one of the demodogs on a leash “what?! dude no! are you insane? i just can’t believe i never fucking noticed!”

mike now looks confused “huh?”

“dude it makes so much sense now!” dustin looks at him like he just gave him the simplest answer to the word’s most complicated question “i mean it explains everything! ever since we were kids! how you were so protective of him, how you always spoke to him in that voice-”

“dustin-”

“i mean you were so defensive when it came to him, i mean you wouldn’t even let us within five feet of him that one night on halloween-”

“dustin-”

“oh my god! it also explains why you never shut up about him during hellfire- EDDIE! HOLY SHIT YOU HAD A CRUSH ON EDDIE TOO DIDN’T YOU!”

“DUSTIN!” mike has now turned beat red from all the revelations his friend is now deciding to share out into the open. dustin calms down from all his sudden realizations “sorry, man i really just can’t believe i never noticed.” and mike looks at him a little shyly “and you don’t care?”

dustin once again looks at him like he just offered to invite the next Demogorgon them come across over for tea “what? no man” he becomes serious “you’re still one of my best friends. and besides we’ve been through way too much shit for me to care about your obvious crush on will, WHICH I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED-”

“dustin!” mike’s laughing now, relieved that he’s finally admitted this to one of his bestfriends and he doesn’t hate him or find him gross or disgusting, although still somewhat embarrassed by his friend’s comment towards his crush

dustin chuckles too “sorry. man, i can’t believe how oblivious i was. steve would be so disappointed in me. don’t tell him about this too by the way. i don’t need him giving me shit about not picking up on people’s feelings when he still won’t tell me why him and robin wouldn’t work out! i was so sure about those two!”

mike gives dustin a knowing look and shakes his head as he laughs and pats him on the shoulder “don’t worry dustin, i’m sure you’ll figure it out sooner or later.” and continues off in the direct they were headed. dustin stays rooted in his spot as he stares after him slightly confused. after a minute he runs after him.

“hey wait what do you mean by that? mike? MIKE?”

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afewproblems · 10 months

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50. "I need you to forgive me."

You know why...

But please!!!

I know this took forever so I hope you will forgive me! (Also when I originally received this ask I had just posted part one and mentioned in the tags that prompt 50 could be a good 'fix-it' prompt for a follow up, and well, here we are! Also when I received it, I laughed for a solid minute, like evil laughed so thank you @happymediummm )

Part Three of Prompt 53. 'I'm flirting with you!'

Part One, Part Two

It's on Friday that the cavalry arrives.

Dustin bangs on Eddie's bedroom door, with a mace by the sounds of it.

He's about to snark that Dustin doesn't play a class that uses martial weapons when he hears the kid yell--

"Eddie! You have five seconds before I come in there and get you myself, I got your uncle's permission and everything!"

Eddie groans and detaches himself from the bed flipping the pillow he had been wallowing in away from himself.

He stomps towards the door and flings it open, leveling an unimpressed glare at Dustin who barrels past him into the bedroom.

Dustin crosses to the desk, his head on a swivel as he looks around the small space, Eddie scoffs as he steps towards Dustin, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing Henderson?" Eddie spits out as Dustin shrugs his hand off, he seems to spy what he's looking for as he crows a single, 'Aha,' and makes his way to the dresser.

"Seriously, Dustin, what are you doing here?"

"Saving you from yourself dude," Dustin scoffs as he takes a tape out of his pants pocket, the familiar writing on the label makes Eddie's stomach fall into his feet.

It's Steve's tape.

"No, nope, absolutely not," Eddie snaps.

He reaches for the cassette in Dustin's hand, only for the little shit to spin away from him and toss the tape from his right to his left hand in a move that seems so much like the teen's babysitter that Eddie wants to scream.

Dustin manages to pop the tape into the player and hit play before Eddie can get close again.

A few notes of a bass guitar reach Eddie's ear and his hands drop from Dustin's shoulders as he perks up…he knows this song.

"What the fuck Henderson?" He breathes out with wide eyes that flick back and forth between him and the cassette player.

'Oh yeah!

Some people say my love cannot be true

Please believe me, my love, and i'll show you

I will give you those things you thought unreal

The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal--'

"You are being an idiot," Dustin says matter of factly, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he frowns at Eddie, "I don't exactly know what you said, but I think I got the gist out of Steve earlier today when Robin wasn't acting like a guard dog".

His dark blue eyes scan Eddie as he shakes his head, "you thought it was a joke, do you know Steve?"

Eddie rolls his eyes before crossing to the cassette player and slapping the stop button. All at once the sounds of Black Sabbath halt, leaving the room in tense silence.

"Look," Eddie snarls, "I've known people like Steve over the years, it's all the same bullshit--"

"Stop it!" Dustin snaps, he steps closer to Eddie and jabs a finger into his chest, "you don't know what the hell you're talking about!"

Dustin's cheeks are flushed with anger as he shakes his head again, "he's nothing like that Eddie, you're being an asshole!"

"What is all the yellin' about?" Wayne's voice trickles through the door, a hint of concern running through it as he leans against the frame, eyeing both Eddie and Dustin warily.

"When I gave you permission to barge in here I don't remember agreeing to participate in a screamin' match son,” Wayne says, biting back a smile at the indignant expression on Dustin's face.

"Sorry Mr. Munson, but Eddie's being an idiot!" Dustin crosses his arms once more as he looks from Eddie to Wayne challengingly.

"That so?" Wayne laughs, "care to argue the charge," he directs at Eddie who rolls his eyes.

"It's nothing Wayne, Dustin is leaving now--"

"Steve made that tape for you," Dustin yells, pointing at the cassette player, "and you threw it in his face!"

"That true Ed?"

"It was a stupid joke," Eddie growls as Dustin throws his hands up in the air, "it doesn't mean anything".

Wayne looks at Eddie for a long moment, his face unreadable.

"Steve Harrington?" He asks softly.

Dustin nods nervously at Wayne before shooting another glare at Eddie.

"The one that came by your hospital room every day till you woke up Ed? The one they couldn't get to leave on the day you opened your eyes, that Steve Harrington?"

"So?" Eddie huffs, wrapping his own arms around his chest tightly, incredibly aware of the two pairs of eyes trained on him.

"Wayne, you told me I had to be careful of who I opened myself up to, I'm just following your advice!"

Wayne sighs, lifting his hand to pinch into his eyes.

"You'd be lucky to have a friend like Steve," Dustin grumbles as he moves to the bed to sit down. He pulls up his legs up to his chest and glares at the back of Eddie's head.

"Kid, I think Ed and I need to have a conversation, alone," Wayne says quietly to Dustin.

Eddie watches in fascination as Dustin opens his mouth to argue, but after whatever silent conversation takes place between the teen and his uncle, Dustin merely huffs and slips off the bed.

"Listen to the damn tape and get your head out of your ass," Dustin bites out as he passes Eddie, he levels one last impressive glare at the metal-head before leaving the room.

Wayne sighs as he makes his way over to the bed to sit, taking over Dustin's vacated spot.

"So, Harrington, huh?"

Eddie scowls and says nothing, leaning against the dresser. He winces as the sudden weight of his shoulder jostles everything, causing his loose D&D dice to fall off the edge and plink and plunk across the floor of his room.

The D4 will be a bitch to accidentally find with his feet later on, but Eddie ignores the mess and continues brooding against the dresser.

Wayne scratches his face, tapping an unsteady rhythm against his jean clad knee with his other hand, "okay," Wayne says gruffly from the bed as he shifts to stand.

"I don't know what ya did or said, but it was enough to make that kid beg his way in here," Wayne huffs, hooking a thumb over his shoulder at the open door.

Eddie shrugs, refusing to lift his gaze from the floor. He hears Wayne sigh and the shift of fabric as he steps closer.

"You were so small," Wayne mutters suddenly.

Eddie looks up in confusion, but Wayne isn't looking at him, his eyes are trained just over Eddie's shoulder.

"When you came home that day, all black and blue," he shrugs and scratches his face again, "I didn't know how to help ya, and you wouldn't explain".

Eddie swallows roughly, horrified at the sudden brightness of his uncle's eyes. A man he has only seen cry twice since he's known him, the first time was at Eddie's mothers funeral, the other was the day Eddie woke up at the hospital all those months ago.

"I don't think I could stand it if anything happened to you Ed," Wayne breathes out wetly now as he roughly scrubs at his face, "and you being in the hospital, you were suddenly that small kid again, standing on my porch all black and blue".

Eddie feels his own eyes sting as his uncle turns slightly to wipe his face again, "What are you saying?"

"You weren't alone this time, Ed," Wayne says softly as he steps towards his nephew and grasps him gently by the shoulders, "you have so many more people looking out for you, hell --one of em' carried you home".

"I think a person like that deserves at least a chance to know you, and to see what I see".

It's Eddie's turn to swipe at his misty eyes, "What's that?" He asks with an unconvincing cough to hide the wobble in his voice.

Wayne smiles, giving Eddie's shoulders a soft squeeze, "a damn good kid with a big heart, who I hope knows how to apologize when it's needed".

"But what if you're wrong?"

"Then I'm wrong, and we'll get through it," Wayne tugs Eddie towards him without warning into a tight hug and reaches behind Eddie to press play on the cassette player; the sound of guitar and drums begin again as Ozzy's voice fills the room.

'Your love for me has just got to be real

Before you know the way I'm going to feel--'

"But for the record kid, I don't think I am".

***

Eddie listens to the tape.

He listens to it again and again, both sides. Steve filled both sides with music for him…

He lays on his bed while it plays, staring a hole into the ceiling as the last few piano notes ring out before the tape stops, filling the room with silence.

The songs don't all go with one another and out of a dozen there's about eight he knows. The other four seem to be a mixture of songs he's heard Steve play in the beemer with the kids, or while dancing in his kitchen with Robin.

it's not an expert mix by any means, but Steve did manage to collect a decent amount of metal songs just for Eddie and even a one he's never heard before --since when did Scorpions write love songs?

After hours alone in his room, sitting on his bed, listening to Steve's tape over and over again, there is one thing he can't deny.

Steve Harrington has feelings for him…had feelings for him, and Eddie ruined it.

He wants to take the version of himself that pushed Steve away and shake him.

Eddie winces as he pictures the devastated expression on Steve's face when he left. His normally bright hazel eyes and wide goofy grin were left pinched with hurt.

Eddie had done that, taken six months of tentative friendship, of lingering glances and soft teasing smiles -how had he missed those, and tossed this delicate thing away from himself like it was nothing.

He looks over at the glowing green hands of the clock by his bed. It’s nearly midnight; Dustin left a few hours ago now and Wayne is now at work.

Eddie breathes out a sigh through his nose as a sudden wave of determination flows through him.

He looks towards the far wall by the door, his Sweetheart hanging up on her hooks.

Dustin had apparently insisted on grabbing it, doubling back on a severely sprained ankle while Nancy tore a verbal strip off his back for wasting time as an unconscious Eddie slowly continued to bleed out in Steve's arms.

Eddie shivers, it had been so strange to consider everything that happened, or what he was told happened during the gap in his memory.

Steve had been the one to carry him out while Robin and Nancy helped compress the worst of his wounds with torn fabric and left over gauze from the patch job they had done for Steve.

He vaguely remembers a string of words, a whispered sentence that made no sense as Eddie drifted in and out of consciousness but now…

'You can't do this, come on Munson, open those stupid beautiful eyes of yours, who's going to yell at us about the corruption of youth in America huh? We need you man, I-I….'

Eddie had really been so fucking clueless.

He gets up from the bed and crosses to the wall, taking the guitar off the hooks.

At least now, he has a plan.

***

It was a shit plan.

Cutting down the road the kids had taken to calling Mirkwood and through the woods by Loch Nora seemed pretty sound in theory, giving Eddie the element of surprise and hiding him from any watchful neighborhood eyes.

What he had not taken into account, however, was the pitch darkness, the unfamiliar maze of trees he now found himself in, and how fucking heavy his portable amp was going to be.

Perfect.

Eddie stumbles over a fallen log, nearly careening into the mulch and rotting leaves of the forest floor. The half moon above him, not nearly enough to light his path through the thicket.

At least this version of the woods feels alive, Eddie thinks to himself; the smell of damp dirt and the sound of frogs and crickets singing in the darkness is infinitely more appealing than the strange forest they had found themselves in a mere six months prior. And with the gates finally sealed, the most dangerous thing he could come across would probably be a rattler or a coyote.

Eddie peers around at the thought, he's not quite sure he's entirely comfortable even running into those animals anytime soon…especially the snake.

Finally, after another ten minutes of walking, warm yellow light begins to sift through the trees ahead of him as he brushes away low branches from his field of vision.

Eddie hikes up the guitar strap higher up his shoulder and steps fully into the light that illuminates the Harrington backyard lawn and pool.

Eddie scans the back of the house, flipping the mental map of the Harrington home around to visualize which window was most likely to be for Steve's bedroom.

He steps further into the yard, setting down the heavy amp onto the concrete patio before leaning down to grab a handful of wood chips from the shrubs next to the house.

Here goes nothing.

Eddie tosses one of the pieces of wood at the window above him.

It barely connects with the windowsill before dropping back down onto the patio with a muted clack.

Oh this is humiliating.

He tries again and again to hit Steve's window with the wood chips in his hand, each one completely misses the target. One bounces into the eavestrough, another careens off the siding and back into the pool behind Eddie.

"Fuck this," Eddie growls, throwing the rest of the wood chips back into the shrubs as he snatches the cord for his amp and shoves the plug into the nearest outdoor outlet.

He turns the volume down slightly, the plan won't work if the cops get called on him immediately.

Eddie takes the guitar off his back and plucks a few notes, adjusting one of the tuning keys until the sound is just right.

"Here goes nothing, come on Stevie," Eddie whispers as he begins to play.

"I hear the ticking' of the clock, I'm lying here the room's pitch dark," he sings softly, strumming out the cords, it's slightly harsher than the piano but sue him, Eddie only managed to play it once through by ear at home before he left the house.

This was Steve's last track on the tape, and Eddie's sure he put it there for a reason.

He listened to the song again and again, slowly picking up the cords as he did so.

He could do this, he picked up Master of Puppets in just a few weeks, Eddie could handle Heart.

Eddie keeps going, his voice carries over the yard, growing in volume; so much so that he misses the patio door slowly slide open and the sound of a pair of feet padding onto the patio.

"What are you doing here?" Steve's voice calls out to Eddie from the door, he jumps, nearly dropping the guitar. His hand jolts on the strings as Eddie attempts to keep his hold on the instrument, letting the guitar scream for him.

Steve stares at him as Eddie unplugs the amp cord and swings the guitar around his back once more with shaking hands, his thoughts spinning, trying to figure out how to start.

"I listened to the tape," Eddie says softly, Steve cocks his head slightly to better hear him, his face shuttering as the words register.

Eddie's heart races as he watches Steve begin to turn towards the patio door once more, he needs to act fast.

"And I need you to forgive me," he blurts out, louder than he intends, but Steve does pause with his hands on the door handle.

"Why's that?" He says sharply, dropping his hand away from the door, turning to fully face Eddie once more.

Eddie chews his lip nervously as Steve's gaze hardens the longer they stand in silence, his arms come up to wrap around his chest tightly.

"I thought you were playing a prank," Eddie sighs, saying it aloud makes him want to deflate, to walk right into the pool and sink to the bottom.

If the look Steve gives him is any indication, Steve would be more than happy to watch him go.

"That's a lot of effort to put into a fucking prank Munson," Steve bites out, there is no heat to the words though. He just sounds tired, resigned.

Shit.

"It wouldn't be the first time," Eddie mumbles, he reaches up to scrub his hand over his face, missing the way Steve's face softens ever so slightly and his arms drop from the way they seem to be holding him together.

"But I'm not going to make excuses," Eddie takes a step closer to Steve, his heart threatening to break through his ribcage the closer he gets, "I'm sorry for how I reacted and for thinking you could do something like that".

"I know you aren't like that, you're honest, and kind," Eddie reaches out and takes the tape from his back pocket and gestures towards Steve with it, "and so fucking thoughtful it makes me ache to think I ruined everything".

He puts the tape back in his pocket, Steve’s eyes watch him curiously now as he does, it fills him with wary hope, enough to keep talking.

"So, I need you to forgive me Steve, because I hope you'll let me make it up to you sweetheart".

Steve's face tips down suddenly towards his socked feet and the cold concrete patio, making it impossible for Eddie to make out his expression. He holds his breath as the silence stretches between them.

"Robin was right, you can be such an asshole," Steve says quietly, Eddie's chest tightens painfully at the words.

Eddie nods once,doing everything in his power to keep his face neutral but the downward curl of his lip is unstoppable as he reaches down to pick up the amp.

"But," Steve says, taking a step away from the door behind him, "as someone who was an asshole for a long time," Steve says quietly, pressing the palm of his hand into his chest, "I think it would be pretty hypocritical to not let you make it up to me".

He's grinning now. It’s small, barely stretching across Steve's freckled face, but it's warm and just for Eddie.

"What did you have in mind, Sweetheart?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, his eyes dart over Eddie's face before he finally whispers, "can you finish the song Eds?"

"I think that can be arranged, " Eddie hums with a bright grin of his own.

He swings the guitar off his back again, quickly plugging it into the amp.

Eddie looks up to find Steve smiling softly at him as he takes a seat on one of the pool loungers. He pulls his legs up to rest his arms on his knees, basking in his own private concert.

As the first pink and orange rays of sunrise begin to bloom on the horizon behind him, slowly painting Steve's face gold, Eddie can't help the relief that flows through him.

He looks down at the shy grin Steve gives him, his hazel eyes bright in the new day's light, and thinks, 'holy shit, I almost missed this'.

"You don't know how long I have wanted, to touch your lips and hold you tight," he picks up where he left off, his voice mixing with the slow rhythm of the guitar, “you don't know how long I have waited, and I was going to tell you tonight--”

Eddie watches, surprised as Steve swiftly gets up from the lounger and walks towards him, his expression determined.

"I think that's my line," Steve whispers as he leans in to cup Eddie's face in his hands and kisses him.

Eddie short-circuits.

The kiss is chaste, short, not much more than the brief press of warm chapped lips against Eddie's own, but the way Steve lets his hands move from Eddie's face to his hair and neck, holding him in place. The way Steve steps into Eddie's space so all he can taste, smell, and feel is Steve.

It’s exhilarating.

Steve pulls back slightly before placing a second kiss on Eddie's lips, his eyes half lidded and a deep red flush staines his cheeks and ears a bright red. Steve looks much more debauched than necessary and Eddie suddenly wishes they weren't outside, that he could take Steve into the house and show him exactly how sorry he is.

"I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait, did you learn all of them or just that one?" Steve asks, his voice slightly breathy, he still hasn't let go of Eddie or stepped away.

"Just that one," Eddie repeats dumbly, feeling the urge to walk into the pool again as Steve laughs.

Oh Eddie loves that laugh.

“You sure,” Steve asks again, his eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiles widely, “I thought maybe you could show me some of the other songs you know, inside?”

Either he’s dreaming or Steve is a mind reader because holy shit.

Eddie nods, unable to even form the words as Steve reaches for the amp and gently takes it out of his hands. Steve transfers the amp to his right hand and takes Eddie’s now empty hand with his left as he leads him towards the patio door.

Eddie watches, transfixed, as Steve looks back to shoot him another warm smile as they step over the threshold of the back door, and the words his uncle said earlier in the evening come back to him as Steve leads him towards the living room.

‘I think a person like that deserves at least a chance to know you, and to see what I see’.

Eddie halts his movement, grabbing Steve’s hand firmly in his own, pulling him backwards until Steve turns, his eyebrows furrowed in wary confusion.

“Thank you, for giving me another chance,” Eddie says softly. He lets the hand holding Steve's own move to trail up and down his arm, eliciting a shiver from Steve.

“I mean, you gave me one, you came back right?” Steve says softly.

Eddie's heart twists at the words, he feels his face fall slightly at the thought that Steve could ever think he was somehow at fault for this, “I was an idiot, that wasn’t your fault at all sweetheart”.

Steve looks at him again, his eyes scanning Eddie’s own for what feels like ages, his expression unreadable.

“Co’mere,” he murmurs eventually, letting go of Eddie to sit on the couch. He pats the cushion beside him, with the same soft smile from earlier, “play some music for me”.

There’s more to unpack here, more to talk about, other apologies to whisper in this beautiful man's ear.

But for now, he swings his guitar in front of him and slowly walks over to Steve.

Steve asked for music, and who is Eddie not to oblige?

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hardboiledleggs · 1 year

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Sneeze Hairybuns the Bard

Quick Steddie oneshot based on this post by @sharpbutsoft - Fair warning this probably won't be accurate to the D&D version they play in the show because I have the most experience with 5e and can't be bothered to look up the other editions for a tiny little ficlet like this lol. Also the poem Steve reads is "To Live Of Love" by St. Therese of Lisieux. Let me know if you'd like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list :)

"D&D is Eddie's love language, Steve. You can't just Farrah Fawcett your way into his heart like you're used to doing."

Steve frowns at Dustin, causing his eyebrows to pull together.

"First off, the Fawcett Method is tried and true, don't you dare knock it. Secondly, I have literally never touched that game, how am I supposed to woo him with something I suck at?" His fingers are twisting furiously in his hair as he paces around his friend.

"Then we'll pick something you won't suck at," Dustin crows, wiggling his eyebrows. "You, Steve Harrington, will play a bard!"

"You know I don't know what that is," Steve grumbles in a flat tone. He wants to kick himself for ever having started this conversation in the first place, but even if this is a total dead-end, at least Dustin will stop trying to get him to confess his undying love for Robin.

Dustin is already rummaging through his unbelievably cluttered desk and emerges with several sheets of paper and a pencil that he has absolutely chewed the eraser off of.

"Dude, I am not fucking using your snack pencil! What the fuck did you do to that thing?"

The younger boy rolls his eyes and finds a different pencil, thankfully unchewed, and Steve grabs everything and sits on the floor with a huff.

"Fine, tell me what to do. You better not make me look stupid, Henderson. I still have that baseball bat in my car."

Steve jumps to his feet when he hears a car door slam outside. He has spent the last hour sitting on his couch and picking a nervous hole through one of the couch cushions. He makes a mental note to flip that cushion over before his parents come home next and opens his front door, bowing extravagantly to Eddie and the rest of the Party.

"Alright nerds, let's get this shit started!" Eddie squawks as he bounces through the door and shoves past Steve. "Remember kiddos, piss now because you lose two hit points every time you take a bathroom break!"

The kids file in behind him with El and Max bringing up the rear. Steve grins at the two of them.

"Don't you worry, ladies, I made snacks."

"They better not be pretzels again," Max sniffs as she drags El into the kitchen, El waving at Steve as they pass. He shuts the door and takes a deep breath, shuffling his feet on the tiled floor before following the boys into the living room where he had set up a passable D&D table.

Steve picks his way between the chairs and sweaty teenage boys to take a seat on Eddie's right, directly across from Dustin. He peers at Eddie from under his eyelashes as the Dungeon Master shuffles through his papers and jots down a few last-minute notes. Steve tries (and fails) to ignore the way Eddie's shirt is riding up and exposing his hipbones. Dustin coughs, but it sounds suspiciously like the word "Slut!" and Steve glares at him before letting his gaze fall to the character sheet he and Dustin had worked on last week.

"Alright, are we all ready?" Eddie asks as everyone files in and takes their seats. A general murmur of assent filters through the room, and Steve fights down the nausea that has suddenly crawled into his throat.

"Weary travelers! We have a new face amongst our number," Eddie begins with vigor. "Steve here will be playing..." He nudges Steve with an elbow and he jumps.

"Oh, uh, I am an elven bard named Sneeze Hairybuns." Steve fights the urge to glare at Dustin, who is giggling with Lucas across the table. "I was orphaned when I was ten and lived off the streets with just a guitar to try to make money."

"Excellent!" Eddie says, ignoring Dustin. "Let us begin."

Eddie begins to paint a picture with just his words. Steve finds himself utterly entranced with him: the way his eyes sparkle, the curve of his mouth around the word "dragon," and how sinful his hands looked as he drummed his fingers restlessly on the table and fidgeted with his dice. He's pretty sure his mouth is gaping like a damn fish when Eddie turns to him, and he snaps it shut quickly.

"Sneeze, what do you want to do? You can talk to anyone in the tavern, investigate anything you think is suspicious, or anything else you can think of."

Steve makes eye contact with Dustin, who nods, and turns back to Eddie. "I go up to the bartender to talk to him."

"Hello, young traveler. Can I offer you a strong glass of mead? We just did our monthly washing of the glasses so it should taste better than usual," Eddie barks in a gruff voice very different from his own. Steve tamps down on his anxious butterflies and leans casually against the table as if it was a bartop.

"Hiya, handsome. I think I can think of someone that sounds a little better than mead. Care to give me a taste?" Steve purrs in a sultry tone, puncturing his words with a rather gratuitous wink.

There is a chorus of whoops and "GROSS, Steve!" from around the table, but Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie. His face is rapidly changing colors, going from a pale pink to a deep almost-burgundy in less than five seconds as he chokes on the Coke he'd been in the middle of sipping from. Dustin stands up to give him a few thwacks on his back, shooting Steve a wink as he does so and mouthing "Exactly like that!" behind Eddie's back.

Eddie sucks in a deep breath with his eyes resolutely fixed on the table in front of him. His voice sounds much more like the usual Eddie as he replies, "Flattery will get you nowhere with me, traveler. What brings you and your companions to my tavern?"

"We're looking for information on the dragon that is terrorizing your village," Mike interrupts, scooting his minifigure toward the bar on Eddie's map. Eddie turns to him in relief and regales their group with tales of a monstrous beast that has been killing their livestock and kidnapping their children, and Steve shoots an anxious glance at Dustin. The younger boy shoots him a subtle thumbs up and turns back to Eddie.

Much of the game continues in this fashion. After the third or fourth time Steve opens the Party's dialogue with an NPC with a disgustingly-cheesy line about getting lost in their eyes or attempting to roll to seduce them, Erica throws her hands up and cries, "My gods, Sneeze, you can't flirt your way through a dragon fight!"

Dustin cackled, earning himself a smack on the back of the head from Max, who was observing while she devoured the bowl of popcorn she and El were passing back and forth.

"Says you, Sinclair. Our Dungeon Master hasn't stopped me yet. Speaking of, I believe I still have an action this turn?" Steve turns to Eddie, whose face has remained bright red throughout most of the campaign. Eddie nods once without looking at him.

"In that case, I would like to perform a poem I wrote for the Light Fairy." He clears his throat.

"To live of love, it is to know no fear. No memory of past faults can I recall. No imprint of my sins remaineth here. The fire of love divine effaces all. O sacred flames! O furnace of delight! I sing my safe sweet happiness to prove, in these mild fires I dwell by day, by night. I live of love!"

Steve, of course, hadn't actually written any poetry for this, but he'd read this poem in an English textbook his senior year and had liked it enough to tear it out and keep it. Mike wolf-whistles, and Dustin shoots another conspicuous wink toward Steve, but Steve hardly notices. Their Dungeon Master looks like his head might just spontaneously combust.

"Bathroom break!" Eddie's voice cracks through an entire octave as he shoots out of his seat and shuffles toward the stairs. His footsteps thump above their heads as he takes the steps three at a time.

"Maybe I'd better..." Steve trails off as he hops up and follows him. "Don't break anything or pee on the walls while I'm gone, please."

Ignoring the scuffle that immediately breaks out behind him, Steve jogs up the stairs and stops in front of the closed bathroom door. He can hear the water running inside, but not much else. Steeling himself, he knocks once and murmurs, "Hey, Eds? You alright?"

A hasty shuffling sound escapes under the door before it opens slightly, revealing a very pink-faced and ruffled Eddie Munson. Steve, mentally cursing whatever gods allowed him to think Dustin's plan wouldn't be a complete disaster, rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Why are you doing this to me? Did Little Sinclair put you up to this? Because whatever she told you, it isn't true, and honestly this is just the tiniest bit cruel because I don't ev-hhrmmMPH!"

Whatever Eddie was planning on saying is lost as Steve grabs him by the hips and shoves him backward against the ugly yellow sink before pressing their mouths together. Eddie's hands flutter uselessly against Steve's chest before finally winding their way into his ridiculous, puffy hair with a broken moan that Steve swallows greedily into his own mouth. Steve presses him further back into the counter, needing to be closer, needing to feel Eddie, and peppers his lips and his throat with kisses and bites and little licks that are driving both of them insane.

Steve gathers a handful of Eddie's curly hair and yanks his head back, giving him uninterrupted access to Eddie's throat and collarbones, which he wastes no time in completely covering with purpling lovebites. Eddie is grinding against him, hands still in Steve's hair, making the most obscene noises Steve has ever heard in his life. Neither can slow down long enough to catch their breath, and their needy pants and gasps of air are filling the room with heat.

It's only when Eddie registers the sound of footsteps on the stairs that the two men break apart in a panic. Eddie is trying desperately to arrange his curls to cover his neck and Steve is still adjusting the collar of his shirt when Will rounds the corner. He looks at them for one beat, two beats, then turns on his heel and walks back down the stairs, shouting to the rest of the group that it'll just be another second.

Breathing hard, they just stare at each other for a few seconds. Eddie is, for once, completely speechless, and Steve is just too dumbfounded that Henderson's stupid plan had worked to form a coherent thought. Eddie is the one to break the silence.

"Right-o. Cool. I'll just head back to the game, shall I?"

Steve stares after him completely dumbfounded. He gives himself another few seconds to will his traitorous body into submission before following. It takes about 10 seconds after he sits down for Dustin to make eye contact with him, and Steve tries his best to keep his face neutral, but-

"I KNEW IT! You owe me BIG, Harrington!"

"I knew it, too, you dweeb! I told Eddie like, two entire months ago to make his move. You're not special, Dustybuns," Erica snorts.

Steve sighs and puts his head in his hands, but he still locks his ankle around Eddie's under the table as he tries halfheartedly to fight the secret, pleased smile that's making its way to his face. He can't see it, but Eddie wears the exact same smile.

Tag list - @aghostcup @ask-canon-and-fanon-personified @brassreign (you said you wanted to see anything of mine that was Steddie so no take-backs)

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princessstevemunson · 1 year

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In the summer of 1986, Steve finally agrees to play DnD. It’s only for a one-shot. Eddie is trying out Will as a DM, and it’s only Eddie, Steve, Dustin and Gareth, for some reason, playing.

Eddie made Steve a character: he’s a high elf paladin, whatever that means. At one point, Steve’s character and Eddie’s character (a tiefling bard, Steve remembers) get stuck in a closet together. Gareth is giggling, Will has a little smirk, and Eddie is blushing while muttering something about payback for Will the Wise and Gareth the Great the next session—which makes Gareth stop laughing and go red. Steve winks at Will and reminds himself to thank Will properly later. Dustin is completely oblivious the entire time.

#little blurb that wouldn’t leave me alone #steddie #pre relationship #implied greatwise #steve harrington #eddie munson #will byers #dustin henderson #gareth (stranger things)#they’re having a dnd double date but dustin is the oblivious fifth wheel

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wellknownquest · 2 years

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Every fic points out how observant and clever Dustin is, but I think he would be so oblivious to Steve and Eddie because he’s just so happy his “older male friends” are getting along. He doesn’t get it.

#he would be like mark hamill when he walked in on carrie fischer and harrison ford after they had been fucking all night and was completely #con/ oblivious to all of the signs. it would make a funny scene.#there are character limits on tags now? wtf!??#steddie #eddie x steve #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #im actually really annoyed with the character limit for tags #tags are for you and me

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sputniks-taboo-thoughts · 11 days

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I will be posting this on ao3 once I make an account :3

Crushes are a pretty common thing in teenagers, especially ones on older people. It was seen in the way Dustin always grinned at Nancy, or how Lucas went through a phase of following Jonathan around like his life depended on it. It was just a part of growing up, so everyone knew what would happen when Steve Harrington joined their mismatched group.

Some would think the first one to get a crush would be Dustin, since he was the one who spent the most time with Steve, but surprisingly, it was actually Mike.

It made sense though.

He’d see Steve stare at Nancy with big, round eyes full of love, or spot him climbing through her window. Mike was only a teenage boy, he couldn’t help but appreciate how well those jeans looked on him.

Soon, he’d get a fluttery feeling in his stomach whenever Steve came over for dinner. Mike found himself hoping he’d catch a glimpse of the older boy, even if it was just to sit on the stairs and watch him play dolls with Holly while waiting for Nancy to come down.

When Mike identified these feelings, the ones that made him feel terribly giddy, he pushed them down. He twisted and molded them into something else. He forced himself to hate Steve’s pretty face, forced himself to eavesdrop on him flirting with Nancy just so that he could mentally sew the idea of Steve with his sister, intertwining the two so that it would be easier to forget about his feelings.

It didn’t really work, but soon enough Mike didn’t have time to try and dislike Steve because he was too busy worrying about Will and hiding a superpowered girl in his basement.

Max’s crush on Steve had been quite brief. Sure, she liked looking at him, but the only time she’d actually wanted him was when he’d protected them from the Demodogs. She’d stopped liking him once she held hands with Lucas, but God, that man sure looked good with that baseball bat.

Dustin was the next to fall for Steve.

Unlike Mike, who only really liked him for his looks, Dustin was wooed (his own choice of wording) by Steve’s heart. The older boy had not only told him his secret hair care routine, but also came over to help.

Dustin couldn’t help but grin at his new friend when he saw him, and his heart would skip a beat when Steve beamed back at him. He knew it wasn’t for the reasons he wanted, but it was easy to pretend that Steve was picking him up for a date, and not just to drive him to a middle school dance.

Getting rejected by the girls made no sense. Steve was so good with the ladies, his advice had to work! Then he’d danced with Nancy, and all Dustin could think about was how excited he was to tell Steve that he’d figured it out. Clearly, the universe had messed up their stats and given Dustin all the intelligence, so to be fair, his charisma points had been given to Steve!

“Huh?” The teen had replied when informed of this discovery.

“See what I mean? Dude,” Dustin gleefully exclaimed, twirling the phone cord around his finger, “We’re such a good team! You’ve got the beauty, and I’ve got the brains!”

A laugh echoed in his ears, and Dustin almost melted. This wasn’t Steve’s normal laugh, a deep chuckle suited to a high school boy. No, this was the laugh he only used around Dustin. A quick giggle, always sounding as if it had slipped out accidentally.

It made him feel all giddy inside, knowing that he was the only one who heard this laugh, because Dustin was his new best friend, even though he’d pushed and squirmed his way into Steve’s life.

“No way, man! You’ve got plenty of ca…isma?” Steve answered hesitantly.

Yet another thing that proved Steve was incredible. Despite not really understanding, he was still agreeing and supporting him. Gosh, Dustin would normally get peeved at someone for not knowing such a basic word, especially one he’d said just moments before, but when Steve did it, he found it sorta cute.

“Charisma.”

“Yeah, that! You’ve got loads of it. Just wait until you hit high school, buddy. People will be going, ‘Steve Harrington who? We only know Dustin Henderson, the handsome scientist.’, mkay?”

The line rang with laughter. Only one person was delusional enough to think he’d go from toothless nerd to replacing King Steve, and it definitely wasn’t Dustin.

Eleven didn’t really spend much time with Steve. She knew he was nice, because he’d protected her friends. She also knew that he used to not be nice, because the few times she had heard Mike grumble about him over the radio, it was mostly about his stupid hair and empty brain. She still wasn’t sure what that meant, because she didn’t know brains were supposed to be full.

The first time Eleven had seen him not beaten up was when Max brought her to the mall. As they walked up to Scoops Ahoy, her new friend rambled all about Steve. Like usual, she had a very different opinion to Mike.

“Steve works here, I’m pretty sure. He’s not that bad. Super dumb, but as long as his mouth is closed, he’s okay.”

Eleven thought this wasn't very nice to say but she didn’t want to argue with Max, not while they were having such fun.

As they walked up to the counter, she pondered Mike’s words. Steve’s hair didn’t look stupid, it was pretty. It looked squished because of his hat, but she imagined it was big, like the women on TV.

“Are you supposed to be here?” The teen asked as he served them, taking in her new clothes with a raised eyebrow.

Eleven and Max simply giggled, grabbed their cones, and ran off.

“Told you! He’s hot until he opens up his mouth.” Max laughed, their arms locked around each other.

“Hot?” Eleven asked, tilting her head.

“Yeah. Good looking.” She answered, nodding her head confidently. “Some people say it's bad to find others hot when you’re dating someone, but I think that's dumb. As long as you’re just looking, it’s fine.”

That made sense to Eleven, so she nodded her head. She told her new friend that he reminded her of the women on TV, which made Max laugh. She didn’t understand why it was funny, but she laughed too. She liked laughing. She liked Max’s laugh too. She wondered if she’d like Steve’s laugh too.

“Hah! You’re right, El! Steve’s just like your soap operas,” Max said, taking another lick of her ice cream to stop it from dripping on her hand before continuing, “Even though that uniform is lame, it makes his legs look so good.”

Eleven perked up. She knew what to say here!

“Like yours!” She announced proudly, nodding her head again.

Her friend blinked, her face scrunching to display an emotion that Eleven couldn’t quite understand but she recognised from whenever she tested a new pet name on Mike, before it smoothed out and Max grinned at her.

“Sure, El. Yours too.”

“Thank you,” Eleven hummed as they walked towards the exit of the mall, “I am glad we are friends now, Max.”

While the girls had left the ice cream shop as soon as they’d gotten their ice cream, Will had sat down and wallowed for hours. Apparently the despair on his face was so obvious that someone came up and sat across the table from him.

“Baby Byers? Whatcha doing here alone?”

Will choked on a spoonful of ice cream in surprise, and flushed when Steve reached over and patted him on the back. He couldn’t help but admire how the older boy's arm flexed, or the way his shorts rode up from him stretching over the table.

“T-thanks.” Will squeaked once he stopped choking, fiddling with his spoon.

Steve gave him a big grin in return, shrugging in a classic No-Problemo gesture. He settled back in his seat and lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead, before letting out a hum as he pulled it back down, not hearing the small whimper from the boy across from him.

“So, you wanna tell me why you’re alone?” Steve asked, failing to hide the concern in his voice.

Will groaned, wanting to bang his head on the table. As much as he wanted to push his grievances on Steve, he knew the teen wouldn’t understand how much it sucked to have his friends go girl-crazy. When he quietly muttered as much, Steve winced sympathetically.

“Yeah, I can’t say I know how that feels. Tommy didn’t really change much when he asked out Carol. If anything, he made sure to include me. The three of us hung out way more after they got together.”

Will blinked at these words and squinted at Steve. He didn’t know the older boy very well, but it was like every time they spoke, he gained more evidence that Steve’s old friends weren’t just friends. He tried not to get his hopes up though.

“But hey, if it makes you feel better, I’m sure it’ll blow over! Sometimes guys just get really stupid when they first start dating. Once they realise how shitty they’re being, they’ll go back to normal,” Steve comforted before pausing and biting his bottom lip nervously, “Fuck, I probably shouldn’t swear around you. Shit, I swore again! Wait… Fuck! Oh my god-!”

A laugh bubbled out of Will’s throat at the sight of the older boy covering his hands with his mouth. He didn’t mind swearing, god knows he and his friends did it all the time, but Steve’s alarm was pretty funny. For once, he didn’t mind being treated with kid gloves, because he could tell Steve was trying his best.

Lucas hadn’t always liked Steve. There had been a point in time where he’d thought of him the same way he thought of polar bears. He knew they were real, but they weren’t in his orbit, and weren’t interesting enough for him to want them to be.

But, over time, Lucas began to respect him. He envied Steve’s strength, the way he effortlessly put himself in front of danger for others, even his confidence. Lucas wanted to be able to protect his loved ones, just like him, so he decided to ask Steve to help him practice basketball.

When Lucas saw Steve at the park, he almost gasped. He already knew Steve was objectively hot, but seeing the older boy in those devious green shorts really made him question his sexuality.

“Lucas! You made it!” Steve cheered, running over and holding his hand up.

While silently high fiving him, Lucas took him in some more. Not only was he wearing shorts so short that they should be illegal, but he was also wearing a tank top, so his muscular arms were on show.

Steve noticed the boy's eyes on him, and grinned as he flexed his biceps.

“You’ll have to put in loads of work to get your own pair of these bad boys, dude.”

“Oh, yeah, I know,” Lucas cleared his throat, averting his eyes as he explained, “So, uh, my dad already taught me how to play, so I just need you to practice with me.”

Steve nodded eagerly, and Lucas sent thanks to the universe for making it so his blush didn’t show as obviously as it did on white people. If it did, he knew he’d be as red as a tomato, and that was embarrassing.

They began to play, occasionally pausing so Steve could give him tips or praise his form. It felt good to run around and throw the ball. He’d always been more athletic than his friends, Will got out of breath pretty easily, Dustin just didn’t care, and Mike had the grace of a newborn giraffe, but he’d never actually considered how fun it could be. He was used to doing the bare minimum and laughing at his friend’s groans.

Lucas loved Max. Even though they were broken up right now, his heart belonged to her. He’d never dream of being with someone else, despite it not being like it would be cheating.

That said, Lucas couldn’t deny that he couldn’t take his eyes off Steve’s ass, which was practically bursting out of his shorts. It was obvious they were old, probably from when he was still in school, but God, they looked good on him.

“You’re pretty good at this, man. Way better than I was at your age.” Steve complimented as they stopped for a water break, patting Lucas on the back.

“Really?” Lucas could feel his cheeks heat up, knowing he sounded like an utter dork as he added, “Cool!”

Steve didn’t seem to notice how he was acting, and just beamed at him as they went back to playing.

It had been a year since they defeated Vecna, and although both their physical and mental scars had doubled, everyone was happy.

Well, except for Max.

“The worst thing about being blind is that I can’t enjoy Steve in his swimsuit.” She announced mournfully.

The entire party, who were at Steve’s for a pool party, squawked loudly.

“Dude, what?”

“Hey! What if he heard you?”

“Max!”

“I’m not even going to say anything-” Robin, who had just opened the back door, immediately walked back into the house.

El laughed at their reactions as she kept braiding her friend’s hair.

“What? He’s hot. Lucas agrees with me!” Max defended, crossing her arms.

The boy in question gasped, his head shooting up.

“I told you that in confidence!”

“I would throw you under the bus for literally any reason,” she scoffed, “Don’t act like that’s surprising.”

All the boys were grumbling and looking away, as if that would hide their flushed cheeks.

“He was popular for a reason,” Dustin piped up, tilting his head, “So, it’s not weird for us to point out how he looks, right?”

Lucas nodded rapidly, pointing at his friend as he said,

“Exactly! I-it’s not like we like-like him!”

He ignored Max’s laugh at how childish his wording was.

“Why would any of us like Steve like that?” Mike croaked, sounding suspiciously strangled.

Will hesitated, biting his lip as he glanced around. He’d come out a couple weeks ago, and everyone had taken it pretty well, even Mike. It was funny to see him try to be an ally.

“I mean… He is pretty nice. It’s not like it’s crazy to think someone would like him.” He said shyly, stirring his lemonade with his straw and pointedly avoiding anyones eyes.

Mike backtracked almost immediately, the way he had been doing recently to try and make up for what he’d said a couple years ago.

“N-no! It’s, uh, cool. I meant, like… Well, I guess it makes a little bit of sense.” Mike stammered.

Dustin beamed, happy to praise his friend now that he knew the others would be fine with it. Of course, he did that all the time, so it didn’t really matter.

“Steve’s awesome! I think he’s like the exception to everyone's sexuality.”

“What does that even mean?” Max asked with a raised eyebrow.

El nodded in agreement with Dustin, and she explained it by saying,

“Steve is a boy-girl. Handsome and pretty. For everyone. Like Eggos!”

Everyone paused to consider this and nodded, even Max. El and Dustin were right. Steve was everyones type, it seemed.

They kept talking about him for a while, but they quickly shut up when the boy in question stepped outside, wearing his choice of swimwear: a red speedo.

“You brats all okay? Anyone need some water or another coat of sunscreen?” He asked.

Steve scoffed when they shook their heads and put his hands on hips, raising a brow.

“Liars. Look at how red you all are! Sunburn is no joke, guys! Just asks Robin!”

The kids glanced at each other before bursting into laughter, leaving Steve utterly confused.

#stanger things #steve harrington #mike wheeler #max mayfield #dustin henderson #eleven hopper #will byers #lucas sinclair #the party #crushes #oneshot #will post on ao3 later #oblivious steve harrington

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