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kennahjune · 6 months

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Steddie

I’m joining the s3 steddie train :D

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Steve was late. He was so late and so dead. Robin was going to kill him— he’d never make it out of Scoops Ahoy alive.

This was his thought process after dropping Will Lucas and Max off at Mikes. This was also his thought process the entirety of the way to Scoops while he shoved his way through the mall.

The moment he entered the small shop Robins eyes locked on him in a glare. Steve barely gave her a second before he was going to the back room to get ready for his shift.

He heard the back room door open behind him.

“You’re—“

“24 minutes late I know,” he said as calmly as he could while trying to relax his breathing.

“Yeah and—“

“And you get an extra 25 minutes for your break, yes Robin I know!”

Steve finally closed his employee cubby and turned to look at Robin. “Look. Im sorry I was so late today but Will, Lucas and Max are assholes when they’re being petty and they needed a ride to Mikes cause all the others were busy! I’ll take closing shift today to if you’re really that mad.”

Robin stared at him angrily from the doorway. “Fine.” She uncrossed her arms. “And yes, you will be taking the closing shift tonight. I have a study date with a friend that I can’t miss.”

“It’s summer vacation?”

“Shut up!”

Steve shrugged when the door closed.

He closed the door to his employee locker with a little more force than necessary. He had a migraine building and the bright, florescent lights of the mall weren’t helping in the slightest.

He walked out and began his shift.

…

Eddie wanted to enjoy his day off. Preferably by himself. But Gareth and Jeff decided that his personal life was their personal life. So here they were.

He had wanted to spend the day away from the mall, considering that that was where everyone seemed to be nowadays. But the guys were insistent.

So they were walking around. It wasn’t too bad, considering Eddie had gotten himself a new record and tape with his newest paycheck. They were sitting at the fountain when Gareth shouted right in Eddie’s ear:

“HOLY SHIT!”

Eddie just about punched him with how hard he jumped. Jeff spit out his Pepsi all over Eddie.

While Eddie was worrying about getting the sticky drink off of his skin, Gareth continued with; “is that HARRINGTON in Scoops?”

Well. Now he has Eddie’s attention.

Sure enough, just in Eddie’s line of sight, was Steve Harrington in a sailors uniform and a dorky hat.

A dorky hat that was soon snatched up by his current customer, Billy Hargrove.

Jeff clapped him on the shoulder and leaned over him to get a better view. “Is that Hargrove?”

“Yep.” Eddie popped the P.

“It looks like he’s messing with Harrington.”

“Yep.” Another pop on the P.

“And Harrington looks like he’s gonna fucking explode.”

Eddie agreed. Harrington was red in the face and not in the cute blushy-way he usually gets (don’t ask why Eddie knows that). He was talking back to Hargrove, probably something bitchy and sarcastic in typical Harrington-fashion based on the way Hargrove seemed to recoil for a moment before jumping back.

“Should we do something?” Gareth asked skeptically. Jeff shrugged where he was pressed against Eddie’s back.

“I’m going in.” Eddie stood and nearly knocked Jeff down in the process.

“Hang on—“

“Nope! Wish me luck, boys!” Eddie yelled over his shoulder while he dashed over. He heard them both get up and follow him.

…

Steve wanted to cry.

His head hurt so fucking bad and his back was killing him and he had ran into a shelf earlier and had a killer bruise on his arm and leg from it and everything was too fucking much.

Then, in all his asshole and dick glory, in came Billy Hargrove.

At this point, Steve would rather take another plate to the head then have to deal with his annoyingly aggravating voice. Hargrove came in, probably expecting Robin to be there, but got Steve instead. And honestly Steve would rather deal with him then leave Robin with him.

So he’s been enduring it, giving his own comments and comebacks but overall hating his life and just wanting to curl up and die.

Then his savior showed up. In all his black leather and chains, Eddie fucking Munson.

Hallelujah.

Hargrove seemed to back down the moment Munson showed up. Which wasn’t too strange considering that Munson supplied over half of Hawkins’ weed supply. Including Steve’s own for a while. He hasn’t bought in a while cause of the brat brigade.

But not the point.

Hargrove nodded to Munson. “Munson.”

Wow. Real cool, Billy. Steve held back a snicker.

“Heeyyy, Hargrove!” Munson cheerily greeted. But there was something about his smile that was off, to Steve. It seemed tighter than usual, his eyes not crinkling with the motion like normal. Don’t ask why Steve knows this.

Munson’s eyes seemed darker, too. Like he was angry. Maybe Hargrove didn’t pay him? Steve couldn’t bother to care with how bad his head started to pound.

He shouldn’t be at work with this migraine. He knows that. His doctor’s told him this multiple times. But he owes it to Robin for being late so much and he needs to prove to his dad that he can take care of himself.

“So what brings you here, Billy?” Munson asks casually, stepping farther into the shop. Steve seems to finally be forgotten about, and he places his head down on the counter. The cooled surface definitely helps with the spinning room.

He hears Hargrove say something back, but he isn’t paying attention anymore. His eyes are stating to go blurry and he really needs to sit down. But then Munson says something that catches his attention:

“Just leave Harrington alone, man. Last I checked he did nothing to you.”

What the hell? Steve wished he could lift his head and see what Munson was doing. What he looked like when he said that. If he looked as mean as he sounded.

Steve only lifts his head a few moments later when he feels a hand on his back. He shoots up quicker than he intends, and nearly falls back down if not for the hands still holding him up.

“Shit,” he grumbles quietly to himself, whining even quieter at the sudden rush of pain and the black dots in his vision.

“Easy there, your highness.” Munson.

Steve blinks slowly, letting Munson set him down in a booth. He doesn’t remember walking over but he’ll take it. He puts his head back down and intertwines his fingers behind his head. He groans quietly again, the pounding slowly receding.

“Hey man, is there something we could do? Do you need anything?” He heard Munson ask.

We? Steve wants to ask, but finds himself not caring. “Water, and my bag from the back please,” he rasps out. Talking makes the pounding worse.

He hears someone rush off to the back and a moment later a hands on his back again and is helping him sit up.

“Here ya go sweetheart.” Munson slides the glass of water and bag over to him.

Steve silently reaches into his bag and pulls out his small “to-go” med-kit. He carries it around mainly for the kids. Mike tends to be clumsier than he comes off as and Max is always trying out some new skateboarding tricks. From inside the kit he pulls out a pill bottle and swallows 2 with the water and goes for another 2 before a hand stops him.

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to take more than 2.” This voice is new but familiar. Steve squints past the blurriness and makes out someone he recognizes from school; Gareth Emerson.

“4,” Steve manages past the lump in his throat. Munson, Emerson, and someone else Steve doesn’t quite know look at him. Munson continues to hold Steve’s hand on the table, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. It weirdly intimate but the comfort is very welcome.

“4 what?” The other guy asks.

“4 pills. I usually take 4.”

Munson and Emerson both wince. The third guy looks at him like he’s insane. Steve finally recognizes him as Jeff,… something. He actually never got his last name.

“Dude— are you trying to overdose!?”

Steve winced at the sudden loudness, whining quietly. Munson shushed Jeff and Steve heard him rush out an apology.

The bell over the door dinged at that moment, and Steve found himself face to face with Max, Mike, Will, Lucas, and— for some reason— Jonathan.

“Uh— hi?” Steve attempted for a greeting.

“‘Hi!?’” Mike yelled. “Hi yourself man! We called your walkie at least 4 times!! What the hell?”

“Are you ok? Why didn’t you answer?” Will asked in a much quieter tone.

Lucas and Max wasted no time before slotting themselves in the booth with Steve. Munson remained across from Steve, and Emerson and Jeff now hovered farther away, but Lucas slid right in next to Munson and Max next to Steve.

“What the fuck, Harrington?” Max demanded. But she clung to his shirt tightly.

“Language, Mayfield,” he reprimanded quietly.

Mike paused where he stood. “Why are you talking so quietly? Shit— do you have a migraine?”

Suddenly 4 pairs of little eyes were gazing at him with unmasked concern. Holy shit was this overwhelming.

“Guys—“

“Why didn’t you say that, Steve?” Lucas asked.

“Are you ok? How long has it been going on for? Asked Will.

“Why are even here if you’re not able to function properly?” Mike reprimanded in his own caring-ness.

Max clutched to him tighter. “Why aren’t you at home? You could’ve called in sick or something!”

“Shhh!” Mike shushed her.

“Don’t shush me—“

“Shut up!” He whisper shouted. “You have to be quiet and try to control your temperature while resting in a dark, quiet room to try and help with migraines. Pain killers help to but no more than 3.”

Everyone stared at him. He went a little pink under the sudden attention.

“Nancy gets migraines a lot from reading in the dark.”

Jonathan came over right then. Steve was suddenly overwhelmed by all the people surrounding him.

“Uhm—“

“Hey,” Munson called. Steve forgot about him for a good moment. “This is cute and all, but maybe we should not surround him? Poor boy looks like he’s gonna cry.”

Everyone turned to look at him. Tears had— in fact— sprung to his eyes.

“Sorry!” All the kids rushed out quietly at the same time. Max climbed out of the booth and Munson and Jonathan both assisted with helping Steve to the break room. Jeff and Emerson stayed with the kids, but Mike came with them since he seemed to know what he was doing better than the 3 of them.

On their way back to the room though, Steve’s legs nearly gave out from under him. Shit. It’s one of those days. Munson just barely managed to catch him under the armpits while Jonathan got him by the waist.

“Woah there, sweetheart.” Munson grunted.

“Careful, Steve,” Jonathan said quietly.

“Sorry. Spinning.” Steve exhaled shakily.

Mike came rushing back after realized they weren’t with him. “Damn. Spinning? Are you able to walk? Or are they gonna have to carry you?”

Jonathan looked up at the mention of having to carry Steve. “Yeah— I’m not able to carry him. I am so not strong enough for that.” He had the decency to look apologetic.

Munson chuckled quietly and the sound reverberated through his chest where Steve’s head was. It was soothing.

“Don’t worry Big Byers. I’ve got him no problem.”

Steve was given no warning before he was being picked up in a bridal carry. He winced sharply and laid his head on Munson’s shoulder. Jonathan whistled lowly from somewhere beside them and Steve blindly kicked his leg in his direction, scoring in kicking him in the arm. Jonathan snickered.

…

When Munson chased off Hargrove he didn’t expect for Harrington to all but collapse in on himself and try to fucking overdose on like 5 pain killers. He also hadn’t expected to be bombarded by 4 kids and 1 Jonathan Byers. Least of all did he expect to be carrying Harrington bridal style to the break room of Scoops Ahoy.

Somewhere behind him, Gareth turned the sign on the door to closed. Eddie silently thanked him.

The kid— who he vaguely remembers as Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother— opens the door and startles a half asleep Robin Buckley.

“Hello,” Jonathan throws her way before pulling a chair out for Eddie to sit on.

“Uh— hi? What the hell—“

Eddie takes the seat with Harrington in his lap. Robin looks dumbfounded.

“Migraine,” Jonathan helpfully supplies.

“Really, really bad migraine. Vertigo included. Full package tonight, folks.” Mike adds.

“Ok— um, is he ok? He doesn’t look ok. If it was so bad why didn’t he just call in sick?”

“That’s a good question,” Mike retorts quietly while rooting around in a freezer.

“What are you looking for”, Robin asks.

“Ice pack. The dumbass has everything in that first aid kit of his except a damn ice pack.”

“Language,” Harrington reprimanded quietly from where his cheek was against Eddie’s chest. Eddie chuckled quietly when Mike retorted with a half-assed “sorry”.

Eddie couldn’t help but admire the now sleeping Harrington in his lap. He bent in half like a shrimp, his knees just about to his chest, and his hands gripping tightly onto Eddie’s still-Pepsi-soaked t-shirt. But he looked so at peace while asleep. Like he hadn’t just had the worst migraine Eddie’s ever seen and wasn’t just about to pass out on his feet. Eddie smiled.

Mike comes over silently, managing to sneak up on Eddie and make him jump slightly and causing Harrington to whine. He’d been whining a lot today. And under “different circumstances” Eddie would’ve found it hot as fuck.

“Sorry,” Mike whispered. He seemed to be able mellow out a lot when he actually tried. He seemed like such an asshole out at the booth but now he seems quieter. These kids really cared about Harrington, huh?

“Here.” Jonathan helped him out and gently picked up Harrington’s head. Eddie caught Harrington actually kind of leaning into his touch. A strange but endearing friendship. Mike placed the ice pack— now wrapped in a cloth— on Eddie’s chest where Harrington’s head lays.

Harrington lays back down and is out like a light soon enough.

Eddie zoned out until there’s a very, very soft knock on the door. When he looks up, Jonathan is letting the other 3 kids in while Jeff and Gareth stand in the doorway.

“Is he ok?” Asks Jonathan’s little brother.

Jonathan nods and pats his head. “He’s ok, Will.”

The redhead walks over and takes a silent seat next to Eddie so she’s next to Harrington. She takes Harrington’s hand in hers and proceeds to just sit there and hold it.

“He’s ok, Max. Just a migraine,” the third kid, Lucas he thinks, reassures with a hand on Max’s shoulder.

“That’s what he said before. And then he was in the hospital.”

Woah, what?

“Hm?” Lucas looks at him.

Oh. He said that aloud.

“Wait what?” Robin asked quietly.

Jonathan’s whistled lowly. It seems to be a bit of a tic for him. “Yeah uh— funny story. Hargrove broke a plate over Steve’s head last year and nobody realized how bad it actually was until he passed out after claiming it was only a migraine.”

“He ended up in the hospital for like 2 weeks,” added Lucas.

“He needed several stitches on the side of his head.” Max unhappily supplied. Lucas squeezed her shoulder.

“It was a stage 4 concussion,” muttered Will and Mike put his head on his shoulder.

Eddie caught Gareth and Jeff’s eyes across the break room. Huh.

The Will kid came up to Eddie suddenly. “Thank you. For uh— helping with Steve. It means a lot to us. He means a lot to us.”

Mike, Max, and Lucas all nodded.

“Hang on,” Lucas piped up. “Who are you?”

…

So uh— set myself up for a part 2 there :’D

Part 2

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #will byers #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #corroded coffin #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie hcs #steddie fics #steddie #steve harrington whump #steve harrington gets killer migraines #the boy has 3 and counting concussions

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steddiehyperfixation · 1 year

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accidental eavesdropping (steddie ficlet)

based on this post by @imjust-that-shy. i hope i did this vision justice <3

The doors to the bathroom burst open, and - on some pure, inexplicable instinct and with nearly inhuman speed - Eddie darts back into the stall he'd just been about to come out of and leaps to perch on top of the toilet seat, crouched there like some sort of creature.

He hears the sound of retching and the stench of vomit fills the air. He holds his breath, wrinkling his nose and trying to imagine what possible context could be behind Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley bursting in here together to puke their guts out. Eddie knows the two of them work together, he’s seen them sharing shifts at Scoops Ahoy when he's walked by. (Not that he often intentionally passes by the ice cream parlor and slows down just to catch a glimpse of Steve or anything… Although who could really blame him if he did? Like, come on, Steve in that uniform? Hello, sailor.) His mind is busy spinning stories of possible explanations, ranging from spoiled ice cream to sneaking alcohol and getting too drunk during their break.

Eddie's leaning towards the 'drinking on the job' explanation, especially when the retching finally ceases and Robin says something about the room no longer spinning. Those little rebels, Eddie thinks approvingly.

“When’s the last time you, uh…peed your pants,” Steve is asking Robin now, in response to her telling him in a Russian accent to interrogate her.

Eddie curls over his knees, tilting his head to try to peer through the gap between the stalls and the floor to put an image to his eavesdropping. Might as well, he’s kind of stuck here and there’s really not much else he can do right now. He can see Steve’s legs, one bent and the other stretched out in front of him, and Robin in the stall past him laying on the floor with her legs up against the stall wall as she answers, “Today…”

“What?” Steve questions.

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw!” Robin says.

Okay…what? Russian doctors and bone saws? Eddie’s now thoroughly intrigued, if a little (okay, a lot) confused. Maybe they’re talking about a movie they watched or something.

Steve’s legs shake with his laughter. “Oh my god.”

“It was just a little bit, though.” Robin pinches her fingers together as she twists her body in Steve’s direction while he laughs again and mutters that whatever it is they took is still in her system. She pushes her feet off the stall and slides to sit against the opposite wall. Eddie can only see her legs now. “Okay, my turn. Have you…ever been in love?”

Steve answers that he has, with Nancy, and makes a sound mimicking an explosion. Eddie remembers that, remembers seeing Steve and Nancy being all touchy and cute in the hallways at school while he was trying his damndest to convince himself that he absolutely definitely did not wish he was in Nancy’s place. It didn’t work very well. And it’s not working very well now either as Steve starts to go on about some new girl he likes now instead - some girl who’s funny and smart and can crack secret Russian codes (okay, seriously, what is it with these two and Russians?) and oh shit, he’s talking about Robin.

Eddie very suddenly feels like he should not be here listening to this, eavesdropping on Steve confessing his feelings for someone. Not only is that, like, a private and personal thing, but also what if Robin likes him back and they start kissing or something right here in this bathroom where Eddie has to sit here and listen to it and that would just be horrible for him for so many reasons and- Eddie’s getting ahead of himself. Robin hasn’t even said anything yet, and her knees are pulled up to her chest and her voice shakes when she confirms she’s still alive after Steve asks if she’s OD’d there in the silence and she uncurls with a deep sigh. All signs that she doesn’t actually like Steve back.

Eddie watches as Steve shifts and slides under the stall into Robin’s, and catches sight of the nasty bruise marring nearly half of Steve’s otherwise beautiful face as he does so. Now concern has been added to the list of emotions this eavesdropping experience has rollercoastered him through so far. The bruise looks fairly fresh and Eddie can’t help but wonder what the hell gave Steve a black eye like that and if he’s okay.

After a brief spiral of concern for Steve’s face, Eddie tunes back into reality to find himself staring at Steve’s ass as Steve now sits with his back against the stall wall opposite Robin. Eddie blinks, expands his tunnel vision to include Steve’s lower back and Robin’s legs which are also visible beneath the gap in the stalls.

“It’s not because I had a crush on you,” Robin is saying. “It’s because…she wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

“Mrs. Click?” Steve sounds confused.

“Tammy Thompson,” Robin clarifies. “I wanted her to look at me.”

Oh. Eddie should really not be listening to this. Robin is trying to come out to Steve, trying to share something deeply personal and vulnerable with him and only him, not knowing that she’s outing herself to an eavesdropping near-stranger as well. Eddie feels violating and intruding. He can’t imagine how he would feel if he found out someone he barely knew had been secretly listening in on him coming out - probably not great, probably terrified. This is something he shouldn’t know, not like this.

“But Tammy Thompson’s a girl,” Steve says, his tone unreadable, and Eddie’s heart nearly stops, sure his own anticipatory anxiety is likely only just a fraction of what Robin must be feeling right now.

“Steve…”

“Yeah?” A pause. “Oh,” Steve’s voice goes soft. “Oh… Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Robin sighs. Eddie can see her hands nervously rubbing at her shins. “Holy shit.”

Steve is silent for a few painfully long moments. Eddie’s hands curl nervously around his own shins. Is Steve going to be homophobic? Should Eddie be worried for Robin now?

“Steve, did you OD over there?” Robin asks, trying to be light but Eddie can hear the anxiety in her voice.

“No, I just, uh- just thinking,” Steve responds.

“Okay…” Robin’s voice is barely audible. Eddie is holding his breath.

“I mean, yeah,” Steve says finally, “Tammy Thompson’s cute and all, but the only reason I never gave her the time of day was because I was too busy staring at Eddie Munson.”

The aforementioned Eddie Munson releases the breath he’d been holding with an involuntary squeak and claps a hand over his mouth. Thankfully, neither of them heard him over the sound of Robin shouting. “What?! Eddie Munson?! You liked Eddie Munson?” she squawks, voicing Eddie’s own stunned thoughts perfectly.

“Yeah,” Steve confirms casually, completely unaware that he's throwing an eavesdropping Eddie into an absolute crisis right now. There's a soft thudding sound like Steve's hitting the back of his head against the stall wall. His voice gets kind of wistful, almost dreamy, as he says, “His rings, man. Rings and tattoos…and that long hair and those chains he'd wear… Honestly just his whole punk aesthetic thing had me mesmerized.”

“Pretty sure he's metal, not punk,” Robin corrects him.

Thanks, Robin. Also, what the fuck is happening right now?

“Whatever. Still hot as hell,” Steve says.

Eddie squeaks again and practically shoves his whole fist in his mouth to keep himself from making any more noise, his teeth knocking against his rings. The rings Steve likes, apparently. He feels like he's going to pass out, his heart beating so erratically it's making him lightheaded. King Steve - the popular, preppy, stupid, gorgeous, dumb jock Eddie's been crushing on since forever - just called him hot????

“Did you hear that?” Robin asks suddenly, voice low and cautious.

Shit.

“Is anyone else in here?” Steve calls out.

Fuck.

Eddie bites down hard on his knuckles and holds his breath, going impossibly still. If they get up and search the bathroom, then he’s about to be caught red handed, crouched on top of a toilet seat with his fist in his mouth and his face flushed scarlet, eavesdropping on their private conversation about secret Russians and gay crushes. Eddie contemplates falling into the toilet and attempting to flush himself down it. Every god imaginable is receiving a silent prayer from him right now as he watches apprehensively through the gaps in the stall. One of those gods must've heard and taken pity on this poor gay disaster of a man crouched like a goblin in a bathroom stall, because after a few horrible seconds of silence, all Steve does is lean down to peer beneath the stalls for a moment before sitting back up and saying, “Looks empty. I think the drugs are making us hear things.”

“Yeah, probably,” Robin says. Then she giggles, knocking her leg against Steve’s. “I still can’t believe you were into Eddie.”

Steve flicks Robin’s knee. “I can’t believe you were into Tammy.”

“What’s wrong with Tammy?!” Robin protests.

“What’s wrong with Eddie?” Steve counters. “At least he’s actually got talent. Tammy’s a total dud - she wants to be a singer and shit but she can’t even hold a tune.”

Eddie is going to die. He is actually going to die right here, right now, because Steve Harrington thinks he’s hot and talented. And then Steve starts mimicking Tammy, singing Total Eclipse of the Heart in a ridiculously goofy voice, and now Eddie is going to die because he finds that so stupidly endearing and adorable. Maybe he should just flush himself down the toilet, save himself from this hopelessly pathetic crush of his. Instead, he’s saved by the bathroom doors bursting open again and a new voice shouting at them, “Okay. What the hell?!”

Steve and Robin collapse into a fit of giggles before being dragged to their feet by the newcomers and led out of the bathroom, leaving Eddie alone and reeling and struggling to process literally everything he’s just overheard. He finally hops down from his toilet perch and exits the stall like he’s in a daze. He’s not sure how long he had been camped out in there - probably only about ten minutes - but it felt like hours, so long that the world outside of that single bathroom stall almost feels foreign and unfamiliar now.

Eddie grips the bathroom sink and stares at his flustered reflection in the mirror and whispers to himself, “What the actual fuck?”

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Later, years later, only after he and Steve are already dating, Eddie tells him all about this experience, and Steve laughs so hard he nearly cries.

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sp0o0kylights · 11 months

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Steve and Gareth as cousins warm up, part two!

First part is HERE.

Next part is HERE.

Reminder: Someone on Twitter proposed Steve and Gareth as cousins whose family had a major falling out, and then someone else brought it up recently and long story short no idea who to credit the idea too bc you can’t search for SHIT on Twitter but it's theirs not mine.

Warnings: Steve and Robin Get (canon-S3) Drugged.

"I'm just saying the other theater is cheaper." Eddie said around the straw jammed in his mouth.

He carried the largest bucket of popcorn Starcourt’s movie theater offered, alongside the two boxes of candy he'd also demanded Gareth buy him.

"Easier to sneak into, you mean." Gareth corrected, with his significantly smaller bag of popcorn. His, he planned to share with Jeff, Grant having snuck in his own food.

Gareth himself would have snuck in the cheaper (and far larger) snacks, but Eddie had thrown a fit about going to the mall to see a new movie instead of Hawkin’s far older theater.

Of course, the older theater also had several disadvantages, key of which was terrible seating, and so, Gareth had bribed him with whatever treats he wanted.

His wallet took a hit but fuck it, at least they got to actually see the screen.

Not that they even made it into the fucking theater, because someone chose that moment to crash into Eddie.

Popcorn kernels and soda flew everywhere, with Eddie only avoiding it landing on him and Gareth both by years of dealing with this exact bullshit in school. Of course, the mall wasn’t school, and neither of them had their guard up.

"What the hell man--" Eddie spat, immediately on the defense, as they both turned to see what jackass wanted to cause problems this time.

Except Gareth had recognized the person who bumped him.

"Steve?" Gareth asked, causing his cousin to totter around and face him. He was in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, which remained to be absolutely ridiculous, but that hadn't been what had drawn Gareth's attention.

No, that would be the absolute wrecked face staring at him with a doped up grin.

All thoughts of the movie immediately faded away.

"What happened to your face!?" Gareth demanded, immediately stepping up into his cousin's space, eyes darting over the damage.

Recent black eye, split lip, blood splatter all down one side of his neck, nevermind his clothes…

"Robs!" Steve called over his shoulder instead of answering, body moving as if he was walking on a wildly rocking boat and not solid ground. "Come 'ere!"

He beamed, which had the horrific effect of resplitting his lips. "Meet Gareth, my baby cousin!"

"I am two years younger than you." Gareth argued on automatic. He didn’t look to see how Eddie took this little piece of info--he’d figure out what he’d say later, when Steve wasn’t covered in blood.

It did not stop Robin from reaching out to pinch his cheeks.

She too, Gareth realized, was clearly high on something, both of them giggling and weaving on their feet.

At least Robin didn’t appear to be hurt--or at least, not hurt as badly as Steve.

"What the hell did you two take?" Gareth demanded, looking between them as he quickly put his popcorn back off to the side.

"We didn't take anything, dad." Steve said bossily, rolling his eyes. He spoke in a voice so unlike himself that Gareth knew his own face was doing something crazy.

Not that he could stop it because what the hell.

"What my patriotic friend here means is that we don't know." Robin added, smacking a hand onto Steve’s shoulder.

(The entire sentence was slurred and sounded like she'd shoved candy in her mouth before she started talking.)

"You don't know?!” Gareth asked, taking in the way Steve flinched when Robin touched him. Added a mental note to check his cousin's shoulder too. “How do you not know?"

Gareth wasn't panicking, he wasn't, except he absolutely fucking was. Steve's dad was going to kill him, disown him, and throw the body out of his house--in that exact order.

Gareth’s parents wouldn’t take him in, not unless his mom felt she could use it to one up her sister in some way which meant that Gareth was going to have to sneak Steve in and out of the house like he was some--some puppy Gareth was trying to keep and--

"Did someone give you two something?" Eddie asked, interrupting Gareth’s spiraling.

"Give is a very strong word." Steve said with a snicker.

Robin nodded so much she looked like a bobble head. She leaned in, nearly falling into Gareth in the process. “In fact it’s not the word I’d use at all! I’d use…” She trailed off, screwing her eyes up in thought.

“Made us?” Steve suggested as Gareth finally gave in to his instincts and reached out to steady his cousin. “Forced us?”

“Socked it to us!” Robin added with a weird amount of glee, and the two of them once again collapsed into giggles.

Literally, forcing Gareth to try and steady them both.

Which meant Eddie was right--they’d been drugged. It made perfect sense-- Steve wasn’t the kind to experiment with drugs beyond weed. Had in fact, given a very long lecture about how he’d make Gareth go on runs with him if he ever found out Eddie had given him anything stronger than weed.

There was no way he’d change now, and especially not around a jobsite. Particularly one as busy as the mall.

"You can't tell anybody." Robin continued, eyes so wide they were more white than pupils. "But we got truth serumed!"

As if that made any fucking sense.

Gareth turned a half frantic, half disbelieving look to Eddie--whose own face scared him almost as badly as Steve's did.

He was hiding it, and doing a good job of doing so, but Eddie was the one person Gareth knew better than Steve.

Right now? Eddie Munson was furious.

Not mad, or upset, or even as pissed as he had been the time Tommy Hagan had thrown his drug box in the river.

He was enraged.

"Hey." He said, and the only thing more shocking than realizing Eddie was this mad was hearing him talk in a calming, almost playful voice. "Sounds like you two sailors had a pretty rough time. Why don't we go to the bathroom and get you both cleaned up? I bet you'll feel a little better."

It was clearly the right move, because both of them looked downright delighted.

"He thinks we're sailors!" Steve said, cupping a hand around his mouth and leaning to talk in Robin’s ear as if he was whispering. (He wasn’t.)

Robin’s grin grew impossibly wider, before Eddie stepped forward to help Gareth half guide half herd the two into the nearest bathroom.

"I know you." Robin said, squinting dramatically as Eddie opened the door with his regular flair, bellowing for anyone in the place to get out.

It was Steve's turn to nod enthusiastically. "That's Eddie, Robbie." He said.

"I'm honored King Steve knows such a humble peasant's name." Eddie bowed as Gareth finally got both Steve and Robin into the bathroom, trying to get them to sit on the floor before they fell on their asses.

Which just made a hurt expression appear on Steve's face. "’Course I do. You have really pretty hair."

It had the effect of making Eddie look like he’d been punched and Gareth had to quickly turn his bark of laughter into a cough.

"I bet it's soft.” Steve continued, as he pressed his back against the tiled wall and slowly slid down to the floor. “Gare, is it soft?"

"It's very soft." Gareth agreed, trying to wet a paper towel with shaking hands. Finally he gave up entirely, ripping the plaid sweater he had tied around his waist and shoving one of the sleeves into the sink.

“Oh my god.” Robin said abruptly, sitting up from her own slouched spot on the floor as if she’d suddenly been stricken sober. “It’s him! He’s your type!”

“What’s my type?” Steve turned to her, as Eddie leaned his back against the door to the bathroom, blocking anyone else from entering.

“It’s like--like Nancy! But boy Nancy.” Robin seemed to think this made a ton of sense, and given Steve’s immediate groan maybe it did to him, but Gareth was too freaked out to even begin to process what the hell they were on about.

Probably nothing, given they’d been drugged.

Eddie seemed to pick up on his general anxiety and poor attempts at shoving down his own freakout, because he gently called out Gareth’s name.

“I think it’s wet enough.” He added with a raised eyebrow. His eyes drifted purposefully to the sink and with a curse, Gareth snapped shut the water off.

His hands were still shaking.

“Give it to me.” Eddie said gently, moving to take the shirt from Gareth’s hands. “Here, swap me Gare, and guard the door.”

Gareth did, as Eddie knelt down to take Steve’s chin in one hand, and carefully began dapping his wounded face with the wet sleeve.

“May I ask what battles you two sailors have been involved in?” He said, continuing to sound like playful, fun Eddie and not like he was about to murder half the town (which, Gareth could tell by body language alone, is what Eddie actually felt like) “Did you happen to catch a glimpse of the villains who did this?"

“Robin melted into Steve, rubbing her face in his shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe us.”

Eddie smiled his most charming smile, a full blown rouge grin he played up as he continued to wipe and dab at Steve’s wounds. “You’d be surprised at what I believe in, my fair lady.”

Steve tried to talk, but ended up hissing as he ran into Eddie’s fingers.

“Russians.” He managed to get out, when Eddie quickly took the sleeve away so he could talk. “We got kidnapped by fucking Russians. Also we kinda saw some shit and they’re after us. Possibly you now if they saw you with us.”

There was the briefest of pause as Steve and Robin stared at Eddie, as Eddie stared back.

Then Steve and Robin as one started howling with laughter, so hard that Robin’s head ended up in Steve’s lap with Steve’s own head resting on hers.

Eddie turned to give Gareth a pinched look. “Russians.” He said, still calm despite it all. “Right.”

Which had to be the fucking drugs speaking.

Gareth just took a deep breath as Eddie managed to gently prod Steve back into putting his chin in his hand, shaking his head ever so slightly.

He didn’t know who he was going to actually have to murder, but at least Eddie looked to be on board with acting as his backup.

#tw drugs #tw canon bodily injury #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #eddie munson #Gareth Emerson #Gareth and Steve as cousins #secret cousins #whose family had a falling out #Eddie is fuckin PISSED #he may be a drug dealer but he is a drug dealer with MORALS #how dare someone drug people in his town!#mind hes thinking Steve somehow took a hit for Robin and then they still got Robin anyways but ya know #Gareth is having a full bore anxiety meltdown #He just wants his older cousin to be okay : ( \

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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i’ve recently become aware of this starcourt mall commercial & i’m dying at the thought of Eddie seeing it, bored out of his mind, until Steve appears on screen with that stupid sailor’s hat and the world’s most awkward, “Ahoy!”, and, oh, Eddie’s grin is evil.

“Why did you tape over Dallas?” Wayne asks that night.

“Wayne,” Eddie says solemnly, “I needed to record the best moment of my life.”

Of course, Steve finds the tape later, because the universe likes to laugh at Eddie, apparently.

Spring Break of ‘86 is a few weeks away—thanks to one distracted moment, Eddie unknowingly puts the wrong tape in the case before returning a rental to Family Video, then speeding off to band practice.

Steve doesn’t notice the mixup until a few hours later, when he routinely opens the VHS cases to check that the tapes have been rewound. When he sees the tape devoid of any movie sticker, he can’t resist watching it; his shift is dragging by.

He gets 20 minutes into Dallas before it cuts off, and the commercial plays.

His jaw drops, and he groans in embarrassment, but he’s laughing when he calls for Robin in the back room, and then they’re watching it together, cracking up. They both remember filming it, remember looking at each other and swearing to never speak of it again, but they’d never actually seen it, and well… it is pretty funny.

Steve gets an evil grin of his own when he sees that the rental account is in Eddie’s name.

When he calls, he gets Mr. Munson on the phone, and because Steve can also be a meddling little shit when the conditions are right, he makes up some story about the store having new forms, that he just needs Eddie to sign one quickly.

The next day, Eddie strolls in, and Steve looks him right in the eye.

“Ahoy, Munson,” he says, deadpan.

Eddie freezes in place. He briefly considers turning around and walking into traffic.

“Harrington,” he says stiffly.

“Hey, man,” Steve says, relentlessly chipper, “so we’re kinda down on one copy of—” He glances over to the computer. “—Life of Brian, and up one copy of, uh…” He lifts Eddie’s tape off the counter, smirks. “I guess, half of Dallas.”

Eddie stalks over. “It was… for school,” he blurts out unconvincingly. “Recording Hawkins history. Nothing personal, King Steve.”

Steve lets the venom in the nickname bounce off him. “Starcourt was pretty, uh, historic,” he says mildly, fighting another smirk.

“Whatever,” Eddie snaps, losing what little patience he has left—despite all of his performances to the contrary, the thought of people laughing at him still makes his skin crawl. “Let me get out of your massive hair, Harrington, and I’ll bring your fucking video back.”

Steve raises one hand, palm out. “Woah, chill,” he says, and as Eddie’s nostrils flare, he feels a little twinge of guilt; he didn’t actually mean for all of this to come across as mean-spirited or anything. “Sorry, man. I’m not trying to be a dick, I swear.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Could’ve fooled me.” But he looks a little calmer, raises an eyebrow. Well?

“Here,” Steve says, handing over the tape, and he doesn’t react when Eddie snatches it back. “Oh, and I extended the rental on your movie.” He shrugs. “Saves you a double trip, y’know?”

“Thanks,” Eddie says, after a pause.

“No biggie.” And when Eddie makes to leave, Steve calls, “Hey, Munson?”

Eddie turns at the door, no longer quite as cagey. “What?”

Steve shrugs again. “Thanks for the mixup, I guess?”

“You’re kidding,” Eddie says flatly.

“No, I mean it, dude. Like, once I got over the, well, embarrassment of, um, everything, it was actually kinda… nice to see it.” He nods to Robin in one of the aisles, guiding a customer over to a movie. “Me and Robin, we—it was nice to have something about Starcourt that we could laugh at.”

Eddie considers him. “Were you in the fire?”

Steve smiles, and if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d say there’s more than straightforward sadness on his face. “Yeah, got caught up in it.”

Eddie slowly, thoughtfully, opens the door but doesn’t leave, leans against it. He looks Steve up and down. “Damn shame you don’t have a hat in your get-up here, Harrington.”

Steve mock scowls, ruffles his hair. “I’m not suffering through that again.”

Eddie finds himself smiling without meaning to. “You poor thing. I guess once is enough.”

And Steve rolls his eyes this time. “Yeah, yeah, once. You’ve goddamn immortalised it, Munson.”

Eddie snorts. “Oh, but I had to,” he says, tucking the tape under his arm, “for posterity. In a hundred years, there’ll be sonnets written about your sailor outfit, Steve Harrington.”

And, whoops, that wasn’t planned, Eddie thinks. Laying it on a bit thick there.

Steve laughs, but not at him; Eddie can tell now. “Go enjoy your Saturday, Munson.”

Eddie gives a lazy salute. “Ahoy.”

And as Eddie leaves, he spots a note on the counter, next to the usual Be kind, rewind reminders. It’s handwritten, with a cartoony winking face: And check what’s inside!

#this was meant to be a shitpost and become a fic woops #pre steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie

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nowgiveusakiss · 2 years

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18+ nsfw under the cut. minors dni

you cannot and will not ever convince me that eddie doesn’t get off on mocking you. in and out of the bedroom. he LOVES it.

outside the bedroom, he’s mocking your huffs and groans of frustration. he tells you he has to work later than usual so he won’t make it to dinner tonight so you give him a pout and a ‘hmph’. eddie crosses his arms and stomps his foot dramatically, rolling his eyes and tossing his head back. a high pitched ‘hmph’ leaving his lips. you’re immediately protesting his actions but he just gives you a smile accompanied by a kiss to your forehead. all your little noises are immediately followed by a higher pitched version from eddie.

but his favorite is when you guys are with your little group of friends. steve is arguing with him about the best ice cream flavor. steve thinks his brief employment at scoops ahoy makes him qualified to assert the best flavor. eddie is insisting mint chocolate chip is the superior flavor while steve is baffled by eddie’s audacity to even suggest such a monstrosity. you’re interrupted from your conversation with robin by an angry shout of your name from steve.

“what’s the best flavor of ice cream? your boyfriend is a crazy person.” you laugh but take a moment to ponder the question. there are so many different flavors of ice cream, how could you choose just one? there’s classics like chocolate, vanilla, strawb-

“steve, c’mon man! you can’t ask her that in public. you know her favorite flavor of cream isn’t the frozen treat kind. right, babe?” eddie has the biggest shit eating grin on his face. everyone seems to think over the words he’s just said until it clicks. you’re mortified. face hot, eyes wide, jaw dropped.

“gross, dude!” robin is fake vomiting while steve shakes his head in disappointment but he’s not surprised. he is no stranger to comments like this from your boyfriend.

“eddie! oh my god!” you hide your face in your hands, wishing you could just disappear from the stares of your friends. it’s eddie’s high pitched, faux girly voice that causes you to lift your head.

“eddie! oh my god! it’s okay, baby. no need to be ashamed of the truth.” he’s trying to grab your hand but you’re not having any of it. you’re more embarrassed than mad at him but you’re still swatting his hand away. almost like you’re trying to punish him. you hear him breathe out a laugh before he cups your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look up at him.

“what’s wrong, baby? did i embarrass you in front of our friends? i’m so sorry. my poor baby. my poor girl.” you know he’s mocking you. and you know he’s enjoying it. he immediately notices the shift in your behavior as you start to melt for him. he can feel his cock twitch in his jeans at the sight of your puppy dog eyes. he knows he embarrassed you and he knew the comment would tick you off a little. but he just can’t help himself when you look so pretty like this. he promises you he won’t do it again but you both know that’s a total lie.

in the bedroom, he’s a whole other monster. when he’s feeling particularly dominant, he likes to have you completely bare. spread out and on full display, just for him. he stays fully clothed as he stands above you. it makes him feel powerful. you can feel him staring down at you and you want nothing more than to shy away from him. he’s not happy about that.

“why are you acting all shy now, pretty girl? weren’t you just begging me to use your throat like a fleshlight?” your body feels like it’s on fire. you try to close your legs but eddie is quick to pry them right back open. you can feel the cool air on your cunt. wetness sticking to your thighs. you can hear eddie’s contented sigh as he dips his fingers into your dripping hole and drags your slick up to your swollen bud. he hears your sharp inhale and can’t stop the cheshire grin from spreading across his face. he loves the sound of his name coming from you. the shape of your lips as it spills from your mouth. he’s in total awe of you. he wraps his hands around the back of your thighs to slide you down to the edge of the bed. he gets down on his knees, ready to worship the only god he believes in. you.

he’s now face to face with your cunt and he wants nothing more than to bury himself in it. suffocate himself in the nectar of the gods. but he wants to play with you. drag this ceremony of worship out for as long as you’ll allow. he dips his tongue at the very end of your slit and drags it all the way up, past your clit and over your mound to just under your belly button. he feels you buck your hips up to meet his touch. he coaxes you back down with a gentle but firm squeeze to your hips. his gaze finally meets yours and you feel your heart squeeze. his big round brown eyes looking up at you. seeing him on his knees like this feels like a religious experience. how is it possible to look so sinful yet so holy at the same time?

from where eddie is kneeling, he can see the rise and fall of your chest. every bump and curve you have to offer him. he wants to lick up every single valley and hill of your body. in this moment, he wants to be gentle with you. explore you. map your body and memorize it. but when he sees the way you’re looking at him, he’s not sure he’ll even make it long enough to do so. convinced he’ll die right there, between your legs. because you’re looking at him like he hung the moon and stars in the night sky. like he’s the sun and you’re lucky to be in his orbit. he realizes he’s been holding his breath as he exhales all the air from his lungs. only to suck it all back in as if you’ve breathed the life back into him. he finally returns his attention to his hands and how they look spreading the lips between your legs. eddie feels like he’s having an out of body experience as he takes in just how pretty your pussy is for him. he’s mesmerized by the way you’re sucking him in when he pushes his finger into your hole. a sharp gasp and a gentle moan from you hurtles him back to his body as he focuses now on drawing more of those sounds from you. he adds another finger and curls them up, in just the way he knows you love. it takes him no effort to find that spongy spot inside that makes you forget yourself.

“eddie, yes. right there..” you’re gasping for breath. a mess of moans and slurred words. drunk off of the feeling of his thick fingers buried deep inside your cunt. chunky rings grazing your entrance.

“right there?” eddie repeats your words back to you. you’re too gone to notice. it’s after those words that he pushes his fingers just a tad bit deeper and his thumb begins making slow circles on your swollen clit. eddie is analyzing your every move. committing it to memory. studying you. he can tell your climbing to your peak by the increase in your breathing and the way your thighs start to twitch.

“yeah.. oh my- fuck.” your hands are searching for something to hold onto. some way to ground yourself. you reach down to grip eddie’s forearm, leaving crescent shaped marks on his skin.

"yeah?" eddie pitches his voice up to match yours. this time you know what he's doing. you nod your head frantically in response, even though he wasn't really asking you a question. the room is filled with the squelch his fingers are making as he starts to speed up his movements. he can feel you clenching around him and he knows you're about to cum. he hears the gentle whisper of his name followed by a 'please' and his gaze flies up to your face. he takes in the way your eyebrows are furrowed. the way your mouth is parted slightly in a silent moan. the way your nose is scrunched up causing a small wrinkle to form.

"cum for me, princess. does it feel too good? is it just too much for you?" you're barely coherent but those words are enough to send you careening off the ledge. your head thrown back and cries of eddie's name and 'please' and 'feel so good'. eddie is practically humping the side of the bed to relieve some of the ache. he's painfully hard for you. especially from knowing his words were enough to make you unravel for him. he eases you down from your climax. slow strokes turning into barely there touches. he kisses the inside of your thigh before crawling over you to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. soft spoken 'i love you's' exchanged before he's finally pushing into you. not just fucking you. not just having sex with you. but making love with you.

however, he’s more prone to mocking your moans rather than your words when you’re having make up sex. the fight was over something trivial. a mug left on the counter or putting a new bag in the garbage can. stupid, really. but both of you were already running hot. stressful work days, friends begging to hang out, errands that need running. you’re the first to snap.

“can’t you just clean up after yourself for once? jesus christ.” you’re storming off to drop the plate left out on the table this morning in the sink. logically, you know it’s no big deal. eddie is usually pretty good about cleaning up his mess since you’ve moved in together. you feel bad almost immediately but now eddie is losing it too.

“what’s with the attitude? i am so sorry i accidentally left my plate out because i was running late. why was i almost late again? oh yeah, because my needy little girlfriend was begging me for five more minutes in bed.” you know you should be pissed at him calling you his needy girlfriend but your thighs are clenching together involuntarily to relieve the pressure growing between your legs. and he’s still dirty from being elbow deep in cars all day. it’s not your fault he looks so god damn sexy when he’s mad. eddie immediately catches on. damn him for being so good at reading you.. he is on you in a fraction of a second. he grips the fat of your thighs with his filthy hands, encouraging you onto the kitchen counter. he's pulling your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side as you're undoing his belt and shimmying his pants down his hips. your tongues are tangled in a sloppy wet kiss. eddie is nearly forcing his tongue down your throat. your biting his plump lips, earning a low growl from deep in his chest. he gives no warning before he's shoving himself to the hilt inside your cunt. you can feel his cock so deep inside you it feels like he's in your guts. you curse at the sudden intrusion but the shock turns to pleasure quickly as he starts pumping into you at a brutal pace.

"mmh.. eddie!" you're leaving harsh red lines on his back as you drag your nails all the way down his spine. he is grunting in your ear like a wild animal. he hopes you have a hard time walking tomorrow, wanting his harsh thrusts to feel like a punishment. he pulls his face from your neck. gripping your jaw in his hand so your cheeks are squished, you can see the fire in his brown (nearly black) eyes.

"mmh.. eddie! that's right. moan my name, slut. you can whine and complain at me all you want but at the end of the day, you're beggin' for me to fuck you like a bitch in heat. are you my little bitch?" he feels your warm walls clench around him so hard it almost knocks the air from his lungs, but he keeps his composure. he would never speak to you like this normally but he knows you're eating it up. he knows how much you love when he treats you like you're nothing but a street whore when he fucks you.

you know he's right. you are his bitch. and you wouldn't have it any other way. you can't form words so all you can give him is a nod and a moan in response. he moans back at you in the same tone. he can tell you're getting flustered. good, he thinks. he wants you to feel humiliated. when he starts to laugh at your shame, you whine at him. he's forcing you to look at him when he whines right back at you. every single noise you make, he's mimicking back to you. it makes his cock throb every time you try to shy away from him. he knows he's not going to last much longer.

keeping his grip on your face, he reaches his free hand down to play with your clit. he's not gentle about it. rubbing hard and fast at your sensitive button while still bullying your insides with his cock. your moans get higher. so his go even higher in an effort to mimic you. he knows you’re close. he can feel your walls pulse around him.

"you gonna cum all over my cock? i know you only act like this cause you miss me. but don't worry, i'm gonna make sure to fill my bitch so full of my cum. it'll be dripping out of you for days. now cum for me so i can breed you, you pretty bitch." you're tossing your head back, nearly slamming it to the kitchen wall if it weren't for eddie catching you. your brain goes fuzzy. you’re seeing stars behind your eyes. you feel white hot. you think you can hear the distant sound of you screaming out for eddie but you can't be for sure.

while you're blissed out, eddie is reaching his end. eyes locked on the creamy ring you've created around the base of his cock. wetting his happy trail. he's still rubbing harshly at your clit before he feels you gush around him. holy shit, you're fucking squirting on his cock. that sends him straight into his orgasm. a gasp of your name as he bites at the base of your neck. he's sure to leave a bruise that will no doubt last for days.

as you're on the come down, you can feel eddie filling you up. you can't help but sigh happily at the feeling. nothing feels better than having him mark you so deep inside. when he comes back around, he is immediately pulling you into a gentle kiss. he can tell you're still pretty fucked out and out of your body. he eases you back to reality with soft caresses and kisses. you start to reciprocate his touches and he knows you've come back to him.

"hi, baby. welcome back. how are you?" you nod softly and give him a small smile.

"words, my love. i need you to use your words." he presses kisses to both of your cheeks and a final one to your nose. making sure to hold eye contact with you to keep you connected to him.

"yeah, 'm okay. tired, eds." he softly chuckles as you slump into his chest. he pats your legs and you tighten them around his waist. he wastes no time in carrying you to the bathroom and running a bath. he knows he's not going to be able to keep you standing long enough for a shower, so a bath will have to do.

he settles in behind you as he slowly runs his hands all along your body, rubbing soap into the skin he can reach. the room falls peacefully silent besides the gentle sound of the water sloshing. eddie feels you stir a bit as you bend your neck to look back at him. he whispers a small 'hi' to you.

"i'm sorry, eds. i shouldn't have snapped at you like that. that was wrong of me. i know it's not an excuse but work has been so unbearable lately and i'm just really starting to feel it. you don't deserve to be my punching bag..." your eyes start to shine with unshed tears and eddie feels his heart crack a little. he knows you weren't really mad at him. he knows you were just having a moment, just as he does.

"hey, now. don't cry, baby. it's okay. you're okay. i'm not upset with you. i'm not mad at you. and i certainly am not your punching bag. please don't think i feel or have ever felt that way. you are allowed to have bad days. i have them too and i am no stranger to letting them trickle into our home. shit happens. i shouldn't have escalated things like i did and i'm sorry for that. i love you so much, princess." you lean up to give him a peck on the lips before a cheeky grin replaces the frown on your face.

"water under the bridge. i can't really be that mad considering i just got one of the greatest fucks of my life." eddie gives you a genuine laugh, one of those loud belly laughs of his.

"it was pretty fucking metal. i made you squirt. that was the hottest thing i think i've ever witnessed. you have to let me try that again."

this was kinda shit but i don’t consider myself a writer so i’m gonna give myself a pass. my first time ever writing smut so please go easy on me. i’m baby!!! also if i see any minors interacting, i’m sending my sleep paralysis demon to taunt you. and i’ll tattle on you to your parents. so fuck off.

likes are appreciated!! reblogs/comments… let me give you a lil kiss!!! a lil smoochie!!!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #st4 #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson hc #eddie munson smut #eddie munson drabble #my writing

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steddiealltheway · 1 year

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Imagining Eddie stopping by Steve’s house while he’s doing laundry.

Eddie rushes in, having gotten an honorary key a while ago to let the kids in or just to hang out. “Steve! I have more on the Will and Mike situation!” Eddie yells out, putting his keys and wallet on the kitchen counter.

“In here!” Steve yells back, voice coming from a part of the house Eddie hasn’t been to before.

Eddie reluctantly goes down the hallway to the right of the kitchen. “Marco?” Eddie calls out.

“Polo!” Steve responds, voice coming from behind a closed door to Eddie’s left.

He knocks on the door.

“Come on in!”

Eddie opens the door and is hit with the overwhelming scent of fresh laundry. Then his eyes land on Steve who is currently bent over, stuffing clothes in the dryer. Eddie gets an eye full of Steve’s ass clad in blue short. He swallows.

Steve straightens up and turns around. “Hey, what were you saying about Will and Mike?” Steve asks, oblivious to Eddie’s internal turmoil as he reveals his full outfit - a blue sailors uniform.

Steve raises his eyebrows and glances down where Eddie is staring, jaw dropped. “Oh, yeah. This is my old scoops ahoy uniform. I ran out of clothes, and this was all I had left,” he explains with a shrug.

Eddie’s heart races in his chest, and his mouth goes dry. His hand tightens around the laundry room doorknob, knuckles going white. He feels like he might combust if he’s trapped in this small room with Steve Harrington in a sailors uniform any longer.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, concern evident on his face. He makes his way closer to Eddie, and the room suddenly gets a lot warmer.

“I have to go,” Eddie says suddenly. Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “Yep, I need to go,” Eddie says again rushing out of the room and out of Steve’s house. He takes a few deep breaths outside, hoping the fresh air will help with his mini crisis. Jesus H. Christ.

His heart is still racing when he makes his way to his van. He realizes when he tries to open the door that he left his keys and wallet in Steve’s house. Shit.

He slowly, begrudgingly makes his way back inside. He tries not to make any noise as he opens the front door, hoping Steve won’t hear him and grace him with his presence again.

As he tiptoes to the kitchen, he overhears Steve on the phone. He freezes.

“Yes, Robin. I tried the uniform like you said. He just panicked and ran out. You already know the outfit didn’t work when we worked at Scoops. Now, operation seduce Eddie is off to a rough start thanks to your idea,” Steve says and finishes with a sigh.

“Operation what,” Eddie chokes out before he realizes what he’s done.

Steve’s head whips around. The blood drains from his face. “Robin, I’ll have to call you back,” Steve says, immediately hanging up untangling his other hand from the phone cord.

Steve and Eddie stare at each other for a few moments.

Eddie breaks the silence and asks, “You did this on purpose?”

Steve puts his hands on his hips and reasons, “Well, I did need to do my laundry, and this really is my laundry outfit. But usually I do it… when I know you won’t be coming over…”

Eddie drags a hand over his face. “You and Robin made a plan to seduce me instead of just asking me out like a normal person?”

Steve walks over to Eddie with a small smile. “Did it work?” He asks fiddling with the ascot of his uniform.

Eddie puts a hand over Steve’s on the ascot and pulls him in. “Damn you, it sure did,” Eddie mumbles out then kisses Steve.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet

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bettysupremacy · 11 months

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Steve-o

Summary: Steve thinks you’re very pretty, and desperately needs your number.

A/N: i love Steve. a lot.

The world stops for approximately 5 second when Steve Harrington first sees you. It’s heavy crashing infatuation that has Steve questioning, is love at first sight real?

He’s never been a believer in this sort of thing, you get to know them, you fall for them. At least, that’s how it was with Nancy. You can’t fall In love with a person you’ve never met, you don’t even know them.

But that’s what Steve found so beautiful, the unknown.

“Dude, why aren’t you walking?” Robin turns from where she stands, realizing Steve is no longer beside her.

“It’s her, Robs.” He breathes.

“It’s who?”

“My soulmate, my pairing, my one true love.” He contradicts everything he believes in.

“Oh my god,” Robin groans annoyedly. “You cannot be serious right now, Steve.”

He nods. “As a heart attack.”

Papers scatter the Scoops Ahoy wheel table you sit at. They’re filled with words and colorful highlighter. Smart, he thinks, I know she’s smart.

“Get your ass over here and keep walking, we’re gonna be late.” He won’t budge. “God, please, Steve.”

“I need her number.” He shakes his head.

“You need one less late clock in.”

Steve whines, breaking his eye sight on you for the first time. “Let me have this, Robs.”

“I’ve let you have 3 late days, one more and Kieth said he’d fire your ass.”

“Kieth says a lot of things.” He turns his head to her. “How do I ask? Name first? Number? Age?”

“Well typically you introduce yours-“

“Fuck off, Robin, I know what I’m doing.”

He takes a moment. Maybe he should’ve let Robin finish her advice, he’s never been this nervous to ask out a girl.

“This level of melodramatic is a new low, Steve.”

“Fuck off.” This pushes him to walk into Scoops.

When he reaches the table, it’s an obvious realization that you’re studying. The papers are neat despite thrown around, and there’s a highlighter key next to your elbow. He feels guilty interrupting.

Be normal! Repeats in his head like a mantra. God!

“Hi,” he starts, he feels like he could throw up. “I’m Steve.”

You startle. “Hi, Steve.”

He laughs nervously. Robin rolls her eyes so hard her head tilts back and her hands come up to cover her face exasperatedly. You smile. Steve doesn’t.

He takes a look around the room awkwardly. How could he ever stand these blue and red lights? “I used to work here yanno.”

You nod. “You work in the video store now.”

“That I do.” He bounces in his new shoes, “Wait, have you been in?”

“Yeah, I come every Saturday.”

“No shit.” He breathes. You look taken aback, a little confused, a little offended.

“I mean! No shit, I would’ve remembered a face so pretty.”

“Good one, dingus.”

“Take a walk.” He replies quickly.

“Do you.. need something?” You ask carefully. His face crumples and something sick in your heart twists. “Not to be rude! I just- English 101 doesn’t finish itself.”

“English 101! You go to Hawkins Community? I was gonna go, I just wanted a taste of hardworking minimum wage life first” his eyes widen, “not that what you’re doing isn’t hard work!”

Can the world just cave in on him now? Shoot me.

“She asked a question, Steve-o” Robin puts in. Unhelpfully.

He glares at Robin. “I was wondering if I could get your number? It’s okay if not!” He adds quickly. “Just like- maybe we could go out sometime?”

Your head spins, pretty boy comes and asks for your number? You can’t mess this up.

“You like movies?”

“Uhh duh,” Steve laughs. Robin doesn’t know how much more she can take of this. “Totally.”

“You pick a movie,” You smile, “and come over Saturday. I’ve got a really big tv.”

Now Steve may be nervous, but he wasn’t born yesterday.

“Yeah!” He seems overeager. “Yeah,” he fixes. “I’ll pick out a movie.”

“Okay.” You smile up at him.

He juts out his wrist. “You can write it.. here.”

Your laugh cuts through his nerves like a sharp knife. “Yeah, okay.”

Pretty pink highlighter seeps into Steve’s unblemished wrist. He watches you write your number moonstricken. Your fingers press into his skin warmly and something turns in his tummy, you’re so pretty.

“Well I’ll be seeing you..” He looks at his wrist, “Y/N.”

“I’ll be seeing you, Steve-o” She takes from Robin.

He laughs, turning to walk with Robin again. “Steve-o” he mouths.

Robin is sure to have an aneurism. They were supposed to clock in 3 minutes ago.

“You happy with yourself?”

Steve grins, big and boyish. “Yeah, I am.”

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve Harrington #steve harrington x fem! reader #steve harrington x reader #Steve x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n fluff #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader fluff

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tuulikki · 2 years

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Since spooky season is upon us, this is your kind reminder from an avid consumer of true paranormal encounter shows that sleep paralysis is insanely scary but is not a demon, alien, or other entity menacing you in your bedroom.

I get sleep paralysis with miserable frequency, but it’s not common for most people—and so folks often don’t have a context to what’s happening to them.

Sleep paralysis can be triggered by anxiety, disrupted sleep patterns, drugs or alcohol, or any of a number of weird things that affect your brain during sleep.

The common experiences are feeling that you are unable to move or scream or that there is something interfering with your breathing. The cause is that your brain turns off motor functions when you sleep, but sometimes your brain is semi-awake and tries to initiate movement—but can’t. That’s sleep paralysis. This is scary, so the semi-awake mind often garnishes the experience with dream or nightmare figures whose presence somewhat “explains” things. Usually you’ll also see the inside of your room, or other details that seem like your eyes are actually open. But that’s because your brain is dreaming that you’re seeing the real room. Trust me, if you have enough sleep paralysis episodes, you begin to spot the difference.

Happily, your house isn’t haunted and the aliens do not want to probe you!

Try sleeping on your side or stomach. Get your sleep schedule stabilised. Cut drinking or eating too soon before bed. Check to see if any of your medications cause sluggishness.

And please be wary of how easy it is to give yourself false memories by revisiting a dream memory too much and trying to squeeze details out of it. It sounds like a silly thing to warn about, but sleep paralysis experiences are terrifying and feel profoundly real. People have, without intentional effort, connected their sleep paralysis experiences with other details and eventually ended up convinced they’d experienced demonic possession or alien abductions. Sleep paralysis isn’t actually lethally dangerous, the way carbon monoxide is, but it can really fuck up people’s lives if they think it’s “real.”

#sleep paralysis #UFOs #aliens #nightmares #ghosts #demonic possession #demons #personal shit ahoy

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peculiar0ne · 1 month

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a familiar face

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

”hey dingus! your children are here!”

steve’s head snaps up from its place on the back room’s table. it takes him a moment to process robin’s words, but when he does, he’s out of that chair in 0.3 seconds.

he bursts through the ‘captain’s quarters’ door, running up to greet the party.

“your first day of summer break and you come to see my dumbass at this place?” he questions. he wasn’t sure what these kids found so interesting about him, but whatever it was, they were all wrapped around his finger.

he wasn’t complaining, just confused as to why a bunch of 14 year-olds were spending their first day of summer vacation in a nautical themed ice cream shop with him instead of going to the arcade.

“will wanted ice cream,” el shrugs.

“and we wanted to see how stupid you looked in your uniform!” lucas chimed in.

“are you wearing…lipgloss?”

“shut the hell up, max. it’s strawberry lipgloss and it’s the closest thing to chapstick i could find.”

steve was, of course, lying. he didn’t want the party to know that he was wearing lipgloss to try to look a little nicer. he didn’t want them to know about his on-going sexuality crisis, or the specific someone he wanted to catch the attention of.

“harrington, your kids are in the damned way!” robin gestures to the people standing behind them, so steve ushers the group to the side so robin could help the customers.

“anyways, will wanted ice cream? that’s the only reason you’re here?”

“well…we may have planned this after we found out scoops hired you..” will admits as he fidgets with his bracelet (which was made by el at their last sleepover).

“dude! you weren’t supposed to tell him that!”

“i’m sorry, mike! you know i can’t lie!”

“alright, quit arguing,” steve moves back behind the counter, leaning against it. “what do you losers want?”

“we just told you?” max points out.

“haha, mayfield. i mean what flavors. i can’t have you guys in my way all day, i have shit to do.” steve reaches for his ice cream scoop, and waits for the kids to order their treats.

the kids left after everyone got their ice cream, much to their dismay. robin had ushered them out, wanting to make room for ‘actual customers’, as she called it.

“seriously, how many children are you friends with, harrington?”

steve rolled his eyes and chuckled, before his attention was pulled away from robin, and onto someone new. the last person either of the two had expected to see.

steve turned around after hearing the shuffling of feet approaching the counter.

“ahoy-“

steve froze.

a familiar set of brown eyes stared back at him. long, curly hair framed the face of this mystery person. they cocked their head in confusion as a response to steve’s frozen frame.

“uh, you alright there, harrington?”

“wha- yeah, yeah i’m fine. eddie..?”

“that is my name,” eddie comments, still confused.

“sorry, just uh, why are you here? i didn’t expect to see you.”

“aw, are you all shy because of me? you could’ve said so, pretty boy, maybe i would’ve stayed away,” eddie smirked, leaning over the counter and resting his chin on his palm.

steve wasn't shy because of eddie, per say. steve was shy because..

because he's eddie? no, that couldn't be it.

eddie was the reason steve had so boldly chosen to wear lipgloss that day.

that's why steve was shy.

'oh my fuck. holy shit. why did this have to happen? i wore the lipgloss to try to catch his eye, but he wasn't supposed to actually stop by the fucking store! stupid steve! you are SO stupid!'

"hey, harrington? you daydreaming about boobies over there?" eddie giggles, waving his hand in front of the dazed boy's face.

steve shakes himself out of his thoughts, suddenly aware of how red his face is. aware of how close eddie is. he had moved as close to the counter as possible-avoiding climbing on top of it-in order to check on steve. eddie knew steve was a flight risk. faint risk, as he preferred to call it. he had seen it before, countless times from the sidelines, always too nervous to approach and help out.

"i'm fine! what can i get you eddie?" steve blurts out, wanting this awkward interaction to be over with. i mean, come on. boobies? how old was munson, anyway?

"i'll take a double scoop of chocolate on a waffle cone and your phone number, if you're giving it out," eddie winks, and steve just rolls his eyes and charges eddie, then prepares and gives him his order.

and then finds himself giving the taller boy his phone number.

LOWERCASE INTENDED

part 2: ?

#steddie #stranger things #stranger things hc #steddie hcs #eddie munson #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #stranger things ficlet #ficlet #steveddie

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bornonthesavage · 1 year

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Eddie should have been out of the mall hours ago. And he would have been, if it weren’t for Gareth practically begging him to pick him up from the movies. It would have served him right, having to walk home for not inviting him. But hell, Eddie had a soft spot for his friends, and Gareth knew that well enough to exploit it. The mall was mostly empty at this hour, with all the stores closing up. Except the theater, of course, which stayed open late enough for the ten o’clock showings to let out.

Eddie swung around the wall separating the cinema from the rest of the mall and strolled inside. There was nobody in the lobby. Which made sense, seeing as there were no later show times. He stopped to take a drink from the water fountain, quenching his dry mouth, then straightened up and pulled out a cigarette. There was still thirty minutes until Gareth’s movie let out, so he had some time to kill. Maybe the concession stand was still open, and he could buy some candy. Eh, but it was always overpriced, so maybe not.

Eddie was still in the middle of weighing the pros and cons of movie theater snacks when someone stumbled into his line of sight. No, not just anyone. Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington wearing a tight little sailor outfit that did wonders for his ass and thighs. It wasn’t as if Eddie had never seen the little getup before. Oh no. Much to his friend’s annoyance, Eddie had started having pretty intense ice cream cravings at least twice a week. Sometimes more, if he felt like coming to the mall alone. Because while he wasn’t a huge fan of crowds, he was definitely a fan of Steve’s ass. He might be a douchebag, but at least he was nice to look at.

Eddie was so caught up in his deep appreciation of the male form, that he almost missed the strange way Steve was walking. As if he’d lost all control of his limbs and was instead being dragged along by an invisible cable linked to his chest. But once Eddie noticed that, his eyes trailed up passed toned legs and arms, and he almost choked when he got a look at Steve’s face. It looked like he’d lost a fight with a Kangaroo. Kangaroos could fight, right? He was pretty sure. Hadn’t he seen a cartoon where that was a thing? Maybe he had dreamt in. Whatever, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Steve was messed up. He had a swollen eye, a busted lip, and more than one bruise blooming under his pretty skin. He also seemed pretty out of it.

“Robin!” he called, stumbling closer to Eddie. “Robin! Come out come out wherever you are! Are you hiding from me?”

Robin? As in Robin Buckley, who also worked at Scoops Ahoy? Would she know why Steve looked like he’d been hit by a bus? Eddie took a drag from his cigarette, contemplating what to do. But before he could come to any sort of decision, Steve turned and spotted Eddie. He’d never seen someone do such a hard double take in his life. And then Steve was just staring at him, with his mouth hanging open and eyes wide and glassy. Yeah, he was definitely on something. Eddie looked around, hoping to see someone who could help him figure out what to do in this situation, but there was no one.

“Uh, you alright man?”

His words seemed to snap Steve out of whatever trance he’d been in, and he took several lurching steps forwards until he was directly in front of Eddie. Which, okay, Eddie may or may not have had more than one dirty fantasy that involved Steve crowding him up against a wall. But this was real life, not a fantasy. So the more likely thing to happen here was that Steve was going to try and fight him. Which, given his current state, Eddie felt fairly confident he could win that fight. Still, he leaned back against the wall in alarm.

“Dude, what—”

“Holy shit,” Steve slurred. “You’re the prettiest fucking person I’ve ever seen.”

Well, that made Eddie snap his mouth shut. What the fuck? There was no way Steve Harrington had just called him pretty, even if he was high. But Steve was still staring at him, his eyes wide with wonder.

“Um, what? Are you okay?”

And then Steve had the gall the give him an absolutely dopey grin. “I am now.”

Okay, holy shit. Steve was definitely trying to put the moves on him. Maybe he was hallucinating and thought Eddie was someone else.

Eddie chuckled nervously. “Um, maybe you’re too out of it to tell, but I’m not some hot chick. I’m a dude.”

Steve scoffed, as if that was the stupidest thing Eddie could have said. “Yeah, duh you’re not a hot chick. You’re Eddie. Which makes you a hot dude.”

Yeah, alright, Eddie was definitely blushing now. What was he even supposed to do with this? Did Steve realized what he was saying? Was there a drug that could make you gay? If there was, the government was going to be pissed.

“You—You know my name?”

Steve took another step forward, so he could lean his hand against the wall beside Eddie’s head, effectively trapping him there. Eddie felt like he’d been turned to stone, his entire body locking up.

“Obviously I know your name. You’re Eddie. You come into Scoops all the time and you always wear the tightest jeans and Robin makes fun of me because I just stare at your ass because it looks so good. And it’s not fair because you never even look at me! But I look at you all the time. You should look at me more, to even things up.”

Eddie stared, slack jawed. What the fuck? What the fuck? That… couldn’t be true. “Dude, um, I think you’re high on something. It’s making you say some wild shit. Maybe you should sit down?”

“No, I don’t want to!” Steve actually whined, like a petulant child. “Besides, I’m not high. I got injected with Russian truth serum. So, I’m just being truthful.”

Russian truth serum? Okay, yeah, Steve was having a bad trip. The best thing for Eddie to do was get him some water, make him sit down, possibly find him a ride home? Because, yeah, he was high. But it also looked like he’d been in a fight. So, Eddie probably needed to do something. That became difficult when Steve took another step closer, practically pressing his body against Eddies. Which, in any other scenario, Eddie would be completely on board for.

“Uh, Steve, you’re not in your right mind.”

“I’ll be in your right mind.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

Steve jutted out his lower lip, giving him a full-on pout. “Eddie.”

Fuck, right, okay. Steve saying his name like that was definitely doing it for him. Eddie wondered what other ways he could make him whimper his name… No, shit, fuck. Not the time!

“Steve, come on. Why don’t we get you some water?”

“No.”

Eddie sighed. “Why not?”

“Because right now you’re looking at me and you never look at me and that makes me sad because I want you to look at me. And if we move, you’ll never look at me again.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, okay, that’s dramatic.”

Steve’s whole face fell. Somehow, he managed to give him perfect puppy eyes even with a busted face. “Why don’t you think I’m pretty?”

Eddie’s stomach swooped. Alright, well. Here goes nothing. “Steve, I do think you’re pretty, okay? I hate that I think you’re pretty, because you’re a spoiled little rich kid jock and I should hate you, but you’re literally so pretty that all my common sense seems to be thrown out the window when it comes to you. So, I promise, if you just drink some water and sit down, I’ll still look at you.”

Everything about Steve’s demeanor changed, as he suddenly straightened and lit up like a damn Christmas tree. “Really? Oh man, Robin is totally going to have to put a tally on the ‘You Rule’ board!”

As if summoned by Steve’s words, Robin Buckley stumbled around the corner at that moment. Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank God, someone else that could take a very drugged up and affectionate Steve off his hands. But wait, no. No, because Robin was also stumbling and had the same glassy look to her eyes. Well, fuck. This wasn’t good. As soon as her eyes fell on Steve and Eddie pressed against the wall, she squealed and clasped her hands.

“Oh my god, Steeeeve!” she cried, racing forward. “Did you tell him? Did you tell Eddie about your big gay crush?”

Heat flooded Eddie’s face. Because while Robin was apparently high as well, what were the chances they were both having the same delusion? Which meant… which meant it maybe wasn’t a delusion. Eddie closed his eyes. He wasn’t equipped to deal with any of this right now.

Steve whipped his head around to look at Robin when she collided with the wall, but didn’t move from where he was pressing against Eddie.

“Robin!” he cried, looking ecstatic to see his coworker. “Yeah, I told Eddie! And guess what? He thinks I’m pretty too!”

She gasped and clapped her hands. “Oh my god, yay! Oh, oh, can I be your guy’s flower girl at the wedding? Or your man of honor? Maid of honor? Lesbian of honor.”

Eddie’s head was spinning. “Lesbian of—what?! Hey, both of you, chill out! What did you guys take?”

“I told you,” Steve said, as if Eddie were being purposely obtuse. “Russian truth serum.”

“Yep!” Robin chimed in. “They stuck that shit right in our necks. Oh my god! Steve, what if this gives us superpowers!”

Steve gasped. “Oh my god, we can be like Eleven! That would be so cool. I hope I get super strength.”

“I hope I get invisibility. Then I can sneak right past those Russians.”

They both burst into laughter, as if that were the most hilarious thing they’d ever heard. Eddie was completely lost. He doubted they had actually been drugged by Russians, but something was clearly going on. Besides Steve’s beaten face, Robin had several bruises blooming on her arms and legs. While playing nurse had not been on his Friday night wish list, Eddie was fully prepared to handle this. But before he could encourage them to follow him out to his van, Robin slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Oh man, I’m gonna be sick.”

Steve also stopped laughing all at once, his complexion going a bit green. “Shit. Me too.”

Without any other warning, Steve stepped away. The sudden air between them felt too cold, which made Eddie realize how warm Steve had been, pressed against him. Robin bolted away and down the hall, likely to find a toilet, and Steve was only a few steps behind her. But before he rounded the corner, he turned back and flashed Eddie one last grin.

“Bye Eddie, love you!”

All Eddie could do was stare as Steve disappeared. His brain felt like it had taken the same beating as Steve’s face. There was no way any of that had just happened. He glanced down at his cigarette, just to make sure he hadn’t accidently smoked a blunt laced with something heavier. Nope, just a cigarette. Steve had actually admitted to thinking Eddie was hot. Robin Buckley insinuated they were getting married. And also came out to him? What the fuck was he even supposed to do with all that? He considering going after them, but before he could movie, he heard the distinct sound of a crowd of people moving toward him. The movie must have let out, which meant Gareth would be looking for him. Which was the whole reason he was here. Right. Steve Harrington didn’t need him looking out for him. He was a big boy. A very big boy, if he’d gathered anything from having the other boys body pressed against his.

“Eddie?”

He whipped his head around, hoping he didn’t look too guilty to Gareth, who stood a few feet away. “Oh, uh, hey man.”

His friend gave him a strange look. “You ready to go?”

Eddie spared one last glance in the direction Steve had gone. Yeah, he really needed some alone time to process what had just happened. He stubbed out his cigarette on the ash tray against the wall.

“Yeah, man, totally. Let’s get out of here.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #Eddie and Steve #stranger things #I'm probably going to write a part two to this on AO3 #I want Eddie to see Steve at a later time and freak out #I just think it would be fun

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hendersister · 10 months

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everybody knows

summary: your little brother dustin finds out that you're dating steve.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: everybody knows by leonard cohen

You’re in the middle of your lunch break from your job at Waldenbooks. Instead of going to the food court, you went to Scoops Ahoy to see Steve. As soon as you arrived, Steve told Robin that he was taking a fifteen minute break and you two went into the back room.

Before you could even ask Steve how his day was going, he leans in and kisses you. You two have been making out for the past ten minutes, barely stopping for a breath. It’s been like this for the past couple of days, ever since you and Steve admitted your feelings to one another.

Things have been a little hectic for you since Dustin got home from camp so you’re keeping your newly formed relationship on the downlow for now. When you and Steve are around other people you pretend you're just friends and that nothing’s changed, and then the minute you're alone it turns into this. You plan to start telling people once things are more settled.

“HEY STEVE! YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT JUS-”

Suddenly Dustin comes rushing into the backroom. You and Steve immediately pull away from each other, but it’s too late.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” Dustin freaks out.

He quickly leaves.

“Do you think he saw us?” Steve jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself.

You follow your little brother out and Steve follows you. You manage to convince Dustin to stay at Scoops Ahoy so you can explain. To try to help cool things over, Steve gives Dustin a free sundae. The three of you go to one of the booths to talk.

“What the hell guys!?” your little brother groans.

“Dustin, I’m really sorry you had to see that,” you apologize, “ Steve and I-”

“We’re dating,” Steve says bluntly.

Dustin shakes his head, stunned. He knew that you and Steve were friends, but he didn’t think you were that close. Dustin never imagined that you and Steve would actually start dating.

“How long has this been going on?” Dustin questions you.

“Only a couple of days. You were still away at camp,” you tell your little brother.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Dustin asks.

“I mean Steve and I just started dating. No one really knows about us yet,” you answer.

“You’re like the first person we’ve told,” Steve tries.

“You didn’t tell me! I walked in on you guys!” Dustin points out.

“Yeah well you would have been the first person we told,” Steve replies.

Your little brother shrugs.

“I’m sorry that you found out this way but we weren’t purposely keeping it from you. Steve and I… we got a lot closer when we both started working at the mall and it just like turned into something more over time. We didn’t rush into this,” you try to explain.

“Yeah man. I really care about her,” Steve tells Dustin sincerely.

Dustin is quiet for a beat. And then he slowly starts nodding his head.

“Okay fine,” he sighs, coming to terms with it.

You and Steve exchange a small look.

“But don't let me walk in on you guys again! I don’t wanna see any of that,” Dustin warns.

“It won’t happen again,” you nod.

“Try knocking next time, Henderson!” Steve rolls his eyes.

You glance up at the clock. Crap! Your lunch break is about to end.

“I need to get back to the store,” you announce.

You rise to your feet. Then you put your hand on Dustin’s face, covering his eyes, as you lean in to kiss Steve.

“See you after work,” you smile.

You pull away from Steve and take your hand off Dustin’s face.

“I’ll see you tonight at home, dork!” you tell your little brother before you walk away.

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

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italiansteebie · 11 months

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steve is like... really good at laser tag.

it was supposed to be a fun double date that wasn't really a date because the kids were all with them too, but steve. he really took it seriously.

it was a wonder he was such a bad fighter, based on this, maybe they should give him a gun? no...

robin, nancy, and eddie watched in curious amazement as steve bobbed and weaved through the dark course. (eddie's not proud to admit that he may have drooled watching steve hop over one of the foam obstacles). "agh! steve, no!" they heard dustin whine in the distance, smiling when steve only cackles in response.

"oh! fuck you steve!" there was mike, "cmon man, i thought we were friends!" lucas, "you're really just gonna stand there and shoot me? im not even playing!" and max.

it was definitely comedic, and a little scary.

they heard his footsteps, "oh shit. he's coming, run!" robin squealed, grabbing nancy's hand and dragging her after her. eddie kept his place in the corner, it was fun but he wasn't really into all that... running or "exercise."

soon enough he was face to face with steve. "hey baby,"

"hey ed's."

"rob and nancy ran that way," eddie said pointing towards their direction. steve grinned, "thanks ed's." he said pressing a kiss to his lips before running away.

distantly, eddie heard nancy and robin shout, and he shook his head. soon enough the lights came back on and the game was over.

now steve wasn't a competitive person, however, he knows when he's good at something, so it wasn't a surprise to eddie when they all trailed out of the arena, a huge smile on steve's face.

the bored employee started, feigning excitement, "okay! the winner is steve ahoy, congratulations steve. yay." steve whooped, doing a stupid little dance, smacking a celebratory kiss on eddie's face, laughing at the kids disdain.

"that's not fair! steve didn't tell us he was super good at laser tag!"

"ha ha!" steve teased, smiling when eddie grabbed his hand. "don't worry, next time he's not allowed to play. only normal people." robin assured, smirking at steve. "oh, so you're not playing either?" he retorted. robin scoffed and rolled her eyes. "what ever laser rambo."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #steve harrington headcanon #best friend robin #steddie ficlet #best friend robin buckley #steddie fic #steddie #steddie brainrot #background ronance #background steddie #brotherly steve harrington #steve is good at laser tag for some reason #stranger things

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kimoralov3 · 1 year

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Marry You

Requested by: @arkofblake Word Count: 2738 Pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader Warnings: swearing, angst, steve is a bit of a dick, mentions of steve's parents, tears a/n: did not mean to post this on 4/20 but hey lmao

You would think that after all the years you and Steve had known each other, nothing that he could do would surprise you.

You were wrong.

Currently, you, Steve, and Robin were sitting in her backyard catching up. You and Robin were talking about everything that had happened while the two of you were at college, with Steve occasionally chiming in every now and then for clarification about someone’s name or why what they had done was so bad. When it came time for Steve to share what he had been up to while the two of you were away, he said not one, but two things that sent a bolt of shock down your spine.

“Well, I got a job working at the Sheriff’s office and went on a few dates. Other than that though, these past couple of months have been uneventful.” He said as he casually took a sip of his soda. You and Robin both gave each other a shocked look before turning back to Steve and speaking at the same time.

“You went on a date and didn’t tell me about it?” Robin yelled.

“You’re working at the Sheriff’s office?” You asked as you sat up straight. Steve looked between the two of you, not sure why either of those things were surprising.

“Yeah, I got a job at the Sheriff’s office; it’s just sorting through papers and stuff so it’s nothing special. Why are you so surprised that I’ve been on a date?” Steve asked as he turned towards Robin. She scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Steve, when I first met you you were still hung up on Nancy Wheeler and constantly got shut down by every girl you looked at. How did you manage to find a date?”

“First of all, I was not hung up on Nancy,” At that, you and Robin let out loud chuckles. Steve rolled his eyes at the both of you before continuing. “And just so the two of you know, there are plenty of guys and girls that want to go on dates with me.”

You had calmed down at that point, whipping fake tears from your eyes. “Ok, so, did any of these lucky guys or girls stick? Does Steve Harrington have someone special in his life that his best friends should know about?”

Steve thought for a moment before answering. “Nah, none of them really had what I was looking for. There wasn’t that spark that people always talk about, you know?” His words seemed rehearsed almost, as if he had spent an ample amount of time thinking about this.

“Ugh, you disgust me. You and Y/N sound just the same, always talking about some ‘spark’. The two of you should just get married already.” She said as she playfully shoved Steve’s arm.

“Says the one in a relationship! Seriously, let’s not forget all the sappy shit you said at the beginning of you and Nancy’s relationship.” Steve pointed out. While Steve and Robin argued about who was right, you took time to consider Robin’s second statement.

A few years ago, if someone had made that statement both you and Steve would have immediately shut them down. The two of you? In a relationship? Never in a million fucking years.

But things have changed in the past few years— in good ways and bad ways. Outside of both of you almost dying multiple times, you’d both grown as people. Steve was no longer the biggest dick you’d ever meet and you had learned how to stick up for yourself.

And your personalities weren’t the only thing to grow over the past few years. You’re the first to admit that when the two of you were in elementary school, you had a little crush on him. These feelings had gone away by the time the two of you reached middle school, but something about working close proximity with Steve at Scoops Ahoy reminded you of the sweet little boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

During the months you were away at college, you had spent more time than you’d like to admit thinking about Steve. His smile, the look in his eyes he gets when he’s listening to you, the way his eyebrows furrow whenever he’s stressed or focusing really hard on something.

You were head over heels in love with Steve Harrington, but there was nothing you could do about it.

—

The first few weeks of your summer break seemed to go by in a flash. Most of it was spent driving around town with Robin and Steve, or stopping by the Byers-Hopper household to hang out with all the kids. It was fun to watch Dustin and Steve argue about the most random things, and it was nice to catch up with Nancy, Max, and El.

However, you noticed that after the conversation you, Steve, and Robin had had a few weeks ago, Steve had been distant. Which didn’t make sense, because when you first got back he had practically tackled you to the ground.

You first noticed it when the three of you went to the local diner right after that conversation. It was getting pretty late, so there weren’t many people left in the diner except for truckers working the night shift. Y’all all ordered your usuals — a strawberry milkshake and fries for Robin, a cookies and cream milkshake and a burger for you, and a strawberry milkshake and a bacon cheeseburger for Steve. When the waitress came back with your orders, it was clear that she was trying to flirt with Steve.

“Alright, here are all of your burgers, fries, and milkshakes. Is there anything else I can do for you cutie?” The waitress asked, turning her full body towards Steve. She was posing herself in a way to make her seem more appealing, but it clearly wasn’t working judging by the uncomfortable look on Steve’s face.

“Uh, no thanks, we’re good.” He said simply. The waitress flashed him another smile before walking off.

Once she was out of earshot, Robin let out a scoff and turned towards the two of you. “Well, that was awkward.”

“Yeah, I mean it was clear that you weren’t interested. Right, Steve?” You asked as you turned toward Steve and took a sip of your milkshake.

Steve didn’t say anything, just moved the straw around in his milkshake. It took you and Robin calling his name a few times to get a response from him. “Hm? I’m sorry, I spaced out. What did you say?”

You looked him up and down before responding. “It’s nothing important. Are you okay? You’ve been acting strange since we got in the car.”

“What, am I not allowed to be quiet?” Steve scoffed.

“Wow, okay. No need to get all rude, I was just checking in on you.” You replied as you sat back a little.

“Well you surely weren’t worried about checking in on me when you fucked off to college.” Steve snapped.

“Steve!” Robin hissed. “What has gotten into you?”

“What, it’s not my fault that they left me behind! Both of you did, actually.” His voice was getting louder, causing the few people left in the diner to turn toward your table. Including the waitress that couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of Steve, even now.

“If you want to be a dickhead towards me that’s fine, but you have no right to raise your voice at Robin, Harrington.” To anyone else, you might have sounded calm, but Steve knew better than that. Because the two of you knew each other more than you know yourselves.

At least you had thought so, but apparently, more things than you thought had changed since you’d been away at college.

“Whatever, Y/N.” Steve got up, threw some money on the table, and stormed out of the diner.

“What the fuck is his problem?” Robin mumbled as she watched him walk out.

“I have no idea, but as long as he has some giant stick shoved up his ass, I don’t give a fuck.” You said as you took a sip of your milkshake.

—

The next few days you spent alone. Steve was still acting like everything wrong in the world stemmed from you, and Robin didn’t know how to handle it when her two best friends were at odds.

You were currently propped up on your bed, going through your diary from when you were in middle school. The pages looked and felt as pristine as they did back then — Steve always teased you for taking such good care of your diaries, but you’d always remind him that when you were rich and famous one day, these would be of the utmost value.

Dear Diary,

Today was a great day. Steve, Jonathan, and I hung out after school, but Jonathan had to go home so it ended up just being me and Steve. I helped him out with some homework, and he told me about his weekend baseball practice. When I was helping him with his homework, our hands accidentally touched, but it didn’t mean anything! I’ve been over him since 6th grade, and he’d never be into me like that. We’re just friends, and I’m completely fine with that. It’s better than nothing, actually.

Anyways, it’s almost time for dinner, and mom’s making chicken alfredo. Goodbye for now, unless I think of more to talk about later.

“Wow, this was definitely written by a 13 year old.” You said with a scoff as you slammed the book shut and threw it towards the end of the bed.

Ok, maybe you still had feelings for Steve when the two of you were in middle school, and working so closely with him at Scoops did not help your situation at all. And after what happened at the diner, Steve had made it pretty clear to you that he was not interested in you. He might even hate you now.

“What’s got you thinking so deeply?” A voice asked. You looked towards your door to see Steve standing there, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here, Harrington?” You asked as you hugged your knees to your chest. How did he even get in?

“Your mom let me in, she said you’ve been holed up in your room the past couple of days,” He started. When he got no response from you, he continued talking. “I came to apologize. I had no right to speak to you the way I did.”

“You’re right, you didn’t.” You simply stated. Steve shifted a little, like he didn’t know what to do now. You sighed, scooting over and patting the bed. “Come sit down.”

Steve gave you this sad puppy look, almost like he was asking if you were really sure you wanted him around. You patted the bed again and he walked over, sitting down slowly.

“What’s going on Steve? Like actually going on, don’t give me that bullshit you gave me the other day about me going to college and forgetting you, because you know that I would never forget you. I’d never want to.”

Steve groaned, pushing the palms of his hands against his eyes. “I know, I’m a fucking idiot.” It’s just that—” Steve broke off, letting out a sigh as he tried to think of what to say next. You looked at him, raising an eyebrow as a signal for him to continue. “I didn’t know what to do with myself when you left for college. I mean, we’ve been best friends since elementary school, how was I supposed to go on about my day while knowing I couldn’t just pop over to your house when something went wrong? It just felt like I was losing my only support system; god knows my parents aren’t fucking interested in me. And I know that’s not an excuse, but let’s be honest. I’ve never been particularly good at managing my emotions.” He ended off with a chuckle. His eyes had gone a little red, as if he was fighting back tears.

You scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around him in a sort of side hug. “Oh Steve. Why didn’t you tell me about this before I left?”

“And stop you from following your dreams? No way, I could never do that to someone I love.” He mumbled as he looked at you. The look was filled with so much tenderness, it hurt you to have to look away. Now you began to tear up, thinking about all the things that needed to be said between the two of you. How could you possibly let him leave like this when he so clearly needed you.

“I have something to tell you.” You said as you turned Steve to fully face you. A few tears had fallen down his face at this point, and for a second Steve moved back a little. As if you were about to break his heart.

“What, did you meet some boy at college and I’ve just made a complete fool of myself?” Steve attempted at a joke. You of course saw through it; his eyes seemed to have gotten even more red and now the tears were streaming down his face at this point.

“Steve, look at me,” You say as you gently tilt his head to look you in the eyes properly. “I love you too, and I have loved you for years. Honestly, if you haven’t figured that out by now I must be one hell of an actor. When we were in elementary school I had the biggest crush on you. And as far as going off to college, it was really fucking hard for me too. We’ve been inseparable since birth basically. Living a life without you? It was fucking hell. Then I came back and you seemed to be finally moving on. I didn’t want to fuck that up because you deserve to be happy.”

“Well you’re what makes me happy.” Steve said softly, smiling now that everything was out in the air.

“Well if I make you so happy, why don’t you do something about it?” You teased as you backed away from him. Steve scoffed, pulling you closer and softly pressing your lips together. The kiss was soft, like being wrapped in the fluffiest blanket of comfort. Steve tasted a little like salt from the tears, as well as the mintyness from his favorite chewing gum.

The two of you pulled away after a few moments, not wanting the kiss to end. When you finally opened your eyes, Steve was looking at you. And from the look in his eyes, you could tell that everything he had said to you since he walked in your room was genuine. And what more could a person ask for?

“God, I’ve been waiting to do that since we were like 8.” He finally said, breaking the silence.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since we made that pact to marry each other when we were 5.” You said with a giggle.

“Wow, ok, I can’t believe that you actually remember that.” Steve groaned as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“Oh I more than remember it. In fact, I probably have that contract that you wrote up and made me sign laying around here somewhere.” You said as you began looking around. Steve’s eyes widened, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closely to his chest before you could get up and look for the alleged paper.

“Please don’t, I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one night.” He mumbled into your ear as he laid his head on your shoulder once again.

You let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled your eyes, dramatically throwing your arms up in the air. “Fine, I won’t look for it now. It’ll just have to wait until our wedding.”

“Oh, you’re already planning our wedding?” Steve asked as he looked at you.

“Oh please Steve, I’ve had this wedding planned since middle school. It’s going to be in the summer, and the colors will be a light yellow and white.” You said as you rubbed his arm unconsciously.

Steve chuckled, placing another kiss on your cheek. “If that’s what you want babe, then that’s what you’ll get.”

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