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A snippet from a future fic I'll probably never write, where Steve is a widower with two teenage kids, and he and Eddie randomly meet up, rekindling their old flame. This is when they've been together a while:
“Thank you,” Steve says, coming up behind Eddie at the bathroom sink.
Eddie pauses, catching Steve's eye in the mirror. “What for?” he asks, mouth foamy with toothpaste.
Steve slips his hands along Eddie's hips, hooks his chin over Eddie's shoulder. “For loving my kids.”
“You don't—” Toothpaste dribbles down Eddie's chin and he stoops to spit what's left in his mouth into the sink, gathering his hair to one side. He rinses his mouth out, wipes his face with a towel, then turns to Steve. “You don't have to thank me for that. Of course I love them.”
“Not everyone I've dated has.”
“They're idiots.” Eddie grabs the hem of Steve's shirt, pulling him close. “I mean, first of all, they're part of you, and I don't think I could love you and not love them. But...” He trails off, a small smile tilting his lips. “They're amazing kids.”
Pride swells in Steve's chest; he slides his arms around Eddie's waist and says, “They are.”
“And I'm pretty damn honored I get to be part of their lives,” Eddie says, “so thank you,” and he butts his head gently against Steve's.
Steve huffs and slides his hands up Eddie's back, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love you.” He presses a kiss to Eddie's neck.
“I love you too.”
“And they both love you as well.”
Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. Steve knows how nervous Eddie was, when they started dating, that he wouldn't be welcomed, but it's almost like he's always been part of their family now. “Good to know,"”Eddie says.
Steve holds Eddie a little tighter. All those years ago, back in Hawkins, when they ended things, Steve thought he'd never see Eddie again. But here they are, together—a family—and Steve's never letting him go this time.
#Steddie#Steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#this is soooooo sappy I’m sorry 😫#anyway I don’t have names for Steve’s kids yet lol#but his son is bi too#his daughter is more like him otherwise though#also Steve takes a while to accept his sexuality so he’s only just come out to his kids because I like stories like that#even though I know some ppl in this fandom have found them offensive??#but yeah when he comes out his son gets upset because he then feels like he can’t come out without it being weird haha#and Steve is like what??? no??? when he eventually tells him#(I watched a lot of soap operas growing up :P sometimes it comes out in my writing lol)#that’s why I’ll probably never write this fic but it’s fun to dabble in the verse#pizzaqueenfic#pizzaqueenwrites#tsofverse
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Based on my post, which was based on a part in one of my fics haha
Another first kiss with a silly twist / rated T
Steve isn’t expecting it, when Eddie leans in. It’s not like it totally comes out of nowhere—there have been signs and things have been building—but he’s not expecting it in this moment. So, before he processes what’s happening, he jerks back. He can tell from the look on Eddie’s face, Eddie wasn’t expecting that.
Panic flashes in Steve’s chest. He opens his mouth to explain but then—
But then—
But then Eddie fucking headbutts him. What the hell?
It happens too quickly for Steve to dodge it—he only has a moment of thank fuck, he’s going to try again before their heads connect, hard enough that it hurts. Not a lot, but enough.
“Ow,” Steve says, rubbing his head, “what the hell, man?”
“What?”
“‘What?’” Steve rolls his eyes. “Why did you headbutt me?”
Eddie makes a face and shrugs.
Steve crosses his arms. “I thought you were going to…”
“Going to what?”
“Nothing,” Steve murmurs. He was sure Eddie was going to kiss him. But maybe Eddie was just being Eddie. Or, Steve thinks, glancing at Eddie sidelong, noting the look on his face, maybe he panicked after Steve panicked. Hm. “Thanks for the concussion, by the way.”
“Compliments of the house.”
“So, I guess that means no refunds or exchanges then?”
Eddie looks at Steve, searching his face. “What would you want to exchange it for?”
“Well,” Steve says, leaning toward Eddie, not missing the way Eddie’s gaze dips to his mouth, “I was thinking maybe this…” And, oh, Eddie was definitely going to kiss him. He smirks and leans in even closer and then he reaches up and he pinches Eddie’s nipple. Hard.
“Ow!” Eddie punches Steve’s shoulder. “What the fuck?”
“You headbutted me.”
“Only because you pulled away when I was going to—”
“Going to what?”
Eddie narrows his eyes, tilts his head.
And Steve can tell he’s thinking about whether or not he should tell Steve, and Steve gets it, but he’s also impatient. So, he sighs and he leans in again. Eddie blinks, and covers his chest protectively, but he doesn’t pull away. And, this time, when Steve reaches out, it’s to cup Eddie’s face. And, this time, when they lean toward each other, it’s their lips that meet. Gently and sweetly. And so so good.
“I didn’t mean to pull away,” Steve says, barely breaking the kiss.
“And I didn’t mean to headbutt you.”
Steve huffs and shoves Eddie lightly; Eddie grabs him and pulls him into another kiss. But he pulls a little too hard and they both lose their balance and end up on the floor.
The full weight of Eddie lands on Steve; Eddie presses his face into Steve’s neck, breath hot as he laughs. Steve groans. “I’m going to have to start wearing protective gear around you.”
Eddie pulls back. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”
“Or flat on my back.”
Eddie grins, tongue between his teeth.
Steve flushes. Before Eddie can say anything else, he shifts their weight, flipping them over.
“This works too,” Eddie says, eyes bright, a little breathless. He loops his arms around Steve’s neck, butting their foreheads together, gently now, before he leans up to bite Steve’s jaw.
Steve shakes his head—“You’re a liability”—and kisses Eddie again. He doesn’t plan on pulling away for a long time.
#steddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#pizzaqueenfic#trying to get back into the swing of writing—it’s only been like 2 weeks but I feel like I’ve forgotten everything I ever knew 🤣
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This little scene came to me when I was sleep deprived lol some established relationship fluff
"Tell me your deepest, darkest fear," Eddie says.
Steve glances sidelong at him where he's sitting next to Steve on the couch. He doesn't ask what kind of question is that because it's very much an Eddie kind of question. Instead, he says, "Kind of already lived most of them."
"What about the ones you haven't lived?"
"I—" Steve sighs. If he tells Eddie to drop it, he will. Or he could say something about zombies or ghosts or some shit. But he finds himself saying, "Sometimes I think I'm either too much or not enough, you know?" A beat and then: "I mean, in relationships or whatever."
"Even with me?"
And, okay, Steve didn't think that through. He shrugs and says, "Maybe."
"Then your fear is totally unfounded."
Steve looks at Eddie again. "Is it?"
"Yeah, of course. You are just right." Eddie grins. "Not too hot, not too cold," he adds as he gets up on his knees on the couch, then swings one leg over Steve. "Okay, bad analogy, because you are definitely too hot for your own good sometimes." He rests his hands on Steve's shoulders, moves them around to loop behind his neck. "But you're my bowl of porridge.”
"I'm your bowl of porridge?"
"Yeah, you know, goldilocks and the bowls of porridge and—"
"Oh, I got it." Steve smiles, then lets his head rest against Eddie's chest. "Bowl of porridge," he mutters. "You're a dork."
"Hey." Eddie shoves Steve lightly. "I'm being romantic. I think."
"Then you're a romantic dork."
Eddie pokes his tongue out. Steve does it back. Eddie shakes his head and says, "I just... I meant, you're not... You're exactly enough for me. Okay?"
"Okay."
Eddie's eyes narrow. "You believe me, right?"
"I believe you." Steve holds up his hand in a scout salute. "Scout's honor."
"Good." Eddie gently nudges Steve's forehead with his. "Because you're... You're the only one who's right for me."
"So are you," Steve says.
"Yeah?"
"Of course." Steve grins. “You're my bowl of porridge, too."
#steddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#Steve x eddie#sorry for not being around and then just posting this and running!!#got a lot going on rn and yeah! tl;dr sorry!#pizzaqueenfic#i feel like I’ve really lost their voices#also this might be the contender for the silliest thing I’ve written yet idk
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What’s that? Another first kiss ficlet from me?? Just over 500 words of fluff
“When was the last time you kissed someone?” Steve pauses, then adds, “Or were kissed.” Because there’s a difference. At least, Steve thinks there is. He’s usually the one doing the kissing but there have been a few times when he’s been kissed and… It’s definitely different.
“What?” Eddie looks up from where he’s rolling a joint, brow furrowed. “I don’t— Huh?”
“Kissing.” Steve leans on his elbow, propping his head on his hand. “When was the last time you did it.” He thinks a moment. “No, the last time you were really good and properly kissed.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know…” Steve lifts one shoulder. “Just the last really good perfect kiss.”
“I don’t know.”
“If you don’t wanna talk about it…”
“I just don’t know.”
“Really?”
Eddie looks at Steve for a moment then rolls off the bed, going over to fiddle with the stereo. “Yeah, really.”
And that’s not right. Eddie should know when he was last kissed. He should be kissed all the time. By Steve, preferably.
Steve goes over, leaning back against the dresser so he can look at Eddie, but Eddie isn’t looking at him. Shit. He kicks Eddie’s foot and says, “Hey, man, it’s cool.”
Eddie sighs, ejecting a tape and switching it over to the other side. He looks at Steve. “It’s been years since I kissed anyone, okay, and it was… It was the wrong person. It was awkward and…” He shakes his head. “Not really a lot of opportunity for me to kiss the right kind of person in Hawkins.”
Oh. Steve has wondered. Mostly at the back of his mind, but… The way Eddie doesn’t talk about things like kissing, or dates, or sex makes sense. Well, he doesn’t talk about them in specifics. It’s always vague. “That’s not right.”
“What?”
“I mean, you should be kissed.”
“Why?”
“You just should be.” Steve leans a little closer, heart beating hard.
Eddie presses play and crosses his arms over his chest. “You got any volunteers in mind?”
“I might.” Steve looks at Eddie a moment, then he reaches out, curling his fingers around Eddie’s wrist, tugging until Eddie unfolds his arms. “But it depends how you feel about the person I’m thinking of.”
Eddie looks over Steve’s face, searching, and then he says, “I don’t— I don’t wanna be wrong about this,” and Steve slides his hand down until he’s palm to palm with Eddie. Eddie makes a choked little noise and laces his fingers with Steve’s. He raises his brows in question, looking at Steve so open and hopeful that Steve’s chest squeezes tight.
So, he pulls on their joined hands, raises his other to cup Eddie’s face, and softly, gently kisses him. He kisses him and kisses him, the way Eddie should be kissed, the way he hopes—is pretty sure—Eddie wants to be kissed. And then Eddie brings his hand up to Steve’s face and then Eddie is kissing him. And it’s so so good.
When they part, Eddie licks his lips and says, “Today.”
“What?”
“That was the last time I was good and properly kissed.”
Steve smiles and says, “It won’t be the last time,” and he kisses Eddie again.
#steddie#Steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#wrote this in like 20 minutes when I should’ve been working on my WIPs lol#but I forgot that I dreamed this the other night and wanted to write it down lol#or like half dreamed it#Steddie first kiss#pizzaqueenfic
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Another first kiss for day six of @steddie-week for the prompts ‘true’ and ‘misunderstandings’
726 words of these ridiculous boys being ridiculous / rated T
Eddie has been staring at Steve, eyes narrowed, head tilted, for at least five minutes.
“What’s wrong with you?” Steve asks. The way Eddie looks at him sometimes sits weirdly. Makes Steve wonder if Eddie can tell. Can see Steve’s crush—more than crush—on him.
“Your face.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Thanks.”
“It’s just so pretty.” Eddie grins and leans in to pinch Steve’s cheeks.
Steve shoulders him away—“Fuck off”—and rubs his face.
There’s a sharp cackle and then Eddie flops back onto the bed. He folds his hands on his stomach, staring up at the ceiling. There’s silence for a little while until Eddie says, softly, “You’re more than pretty, you know.”
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
Steve’s pulse stutters and his stomach swoops. “Eddie, don’t—” He can’t take Eddie joking about this.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that, should I?” Eddie looks at Steve and Steve can’t read his face, but, oh shit, it doesn’t look like he’s joking.
“I don’t know,” Steve says, amazed he can choke any words out around his heart in his throat, “why’d you say it?”
“Because I meant it.” Four simple words and they totally shatter Steve’s world. What is happening? Eddie shrugs and adds, “But you already knew that.”
“I—” Steve blinks. “What?”
Eddie pushes himself up, so he’s sitting cross-legged, catty-corner from Steve. “You know, this is what we do. I pine and you pretend not to notice.”
“I’m not pretending.”
“No, you definitely know,” Eddie says, but he’s sounding less certain by the second.
“I don’t fucking know.” Steve’s heart beats hard and he’s pretty sure his palms are sweating. “Are you saying you…”
Eddie gives a small nod.
“Jesus Christ.”
“I thought you knew.” Eddie fists a hand in his hair. “Oh, fuck.”
“How would I know? You’re no different with me than anyone else, except when you say shit like you did earlier. But then you do something like pinch my face and it always sounds like you’re joking.”
“I’m not. I just—”
“And, I mean, I don’t know any other guys who like guys, so maybe they flirt differently, and I’m realizing as I say that it makes no sense, does it?”
“Maybe, but, hey, now you know a guy who likes guys, right?” Eddie waves his hands. A beat and then: “Wait, other guys? Other to who?”
“To me. I think.” Steve swallows. “I mean, I don’t really know.” He runs a hand over his face. “Carol dared me and Tommy H to make out once and it was just wet and awkward but that was Tommy, and you’re not Tommy and I think it would be better with you and…” He shrugs.
“Wait. You’re saying you…”
Steve nods.
Eddie’s brows raise. He points to himself. “Me?”
“Okay, one of us has to say a full sentence at some point but, yeah, you.”
“Oh.” A smile slowly forms, a different kind of smile that Steve doesn’t think he’s seen from Eddie before—it’s small and true and breathtaking.
And then Steve is flat on his back with the full weight of Eddie on top of him. Eddie’s hair is a curtain around their faces, strands tickling Steve’s nose; Steve reaches up, pushing Eddie’s hair aside as best as he can. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to kiss,” Eddie says, “and it’s going to be so much better than when you kissed Hagan,” and then he kisses Steve.
Any doubt that Steve wanted this melts away the moment Eddie’s lips touch his—of course he wants this. And it is so much better, Eddie was right, and Steve loses himself in it. He cups the back of Eddie’s neck, fists his other hand at Eddie’s waist, relishing the feeling of Eddie’s thighs either side of his and the slide of their tongues and just Eddie.
When they part, Eddie’s lips and eyes are shining and he says, “You really are beautiful,” breathless and awed.
Steve doesn’t know what to say to that because he’s not sure anyone’s called him beautiful before so he just says, “So are you,” and kisses Eddie again. There’s nothing else to talk about, anyway, not now.
Steve knows he wants this and he knows Eddie wants this and that’s enough for now. The other words can wait; he’s got a ridiculous, beautiful boy to kiss.
#steddie#Steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#steddieweek2023#this isn’t the fic I meant to write for today but it’s the one you’re getting lol#(whether you like it or not 😜)#pizzaqueenfic#steddie first kiss
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First kiss fluff future fic for day three of @steddie-week (prompts discover and first kiss)
612 words / rated G or T
“No hot date tonight?” Eddie asks as Steve settles beside him on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. The couch is pretty old—it was old when they got it and that was years ago—and sinks in the middle. It means they always end up squished together, unless they sit at opposite ends; they usually end up squished.
Steve winks, throwing some popcorn in his mouth. “Only you.”
Eddie’s stupid pulse does an annoying little leap, which he steadfastly ignores. “When was the last time you went on a date, anyway?”
“When was the last time that was any of your business?”
Eddie snorts. “Don’t act all offended. I know things about you you’d pay me to keep quiet.”
“Oh, so this was all a lead up to blackmail?”
“No, I’m saving that for a rainy day.” Eddie grins, waggling his brows. Steve, unsurprisingly, rolls his eyes, then turns to the television. Eddie shrugs and adds, “I was just thinking I can’t remember the last time you went on a date. That’s all.”
“I guess I’ve given it up,” Steve says quickly, words almost masked as he shoves some more popcorn in his mouth. He swipes the remote from Eddie and starts flipping through the channels.
“You’ve given up on dating?” When Steve nods, Eddie says, “Why?” And then, stomach swooping sickly, “Have you met someone?”
There’s a beat and then Steve says, “No.” He glances at Eddie, lit by the flickering glow of the television. No matter how much Eddie looks at Steve, he doesn’t get any less beautiful. And Eddie should know—he’s spent a lot of time looking at Steve over the years they’ve been friends. Steve presses his lips together. “But I… I don’t know, I wasn’t finding what I wanted on any of my dates.”
“And you’re going to find it without dating?”
“I have.” Panic flickers in Steve’s eyes. “I mean, I’m happy enough. I don’t hate my job, I love this apartment, and I…” He swallows thickly. “I’d just rather be here with you.”
“Oh.” Eddie’s head swims. He must be dreaming because Steve can’t be saying what it sounds like he’s saying, can he?
“Not that… I don’t expect you to just stay here all the time with me, you know? Just because I’ve given up dating doesn’t mean you have to. I just meant…” Steve runs a hand over his face. “Fuck.”
“I’d rather be here with you too.” Eddie speaks quickly, heart beating hard.
Steve raises his brows. “Yeah?”
Eddie nods. “Yeah.” And then, taking a chance, he slides his hand into Steve’s, lacing their fingers together.
“Oh. You mean…” Steve looks down at their hands. “Oh.”
Shit. Eddie was wrong. Spooked, he tries to pull his hand away, but Steve holds on tight. “What?”
“I meant that too.” Steve rubs his thumb along Eddie’s hand. “Okay?”
Eddie exhales, breath catching on a nervous laugh. “Okay.”
Steve smiles and Eddie smiles back and then Steve brings their joined hands to his mouth, kissing Eddie’s gently.
Warmth rushes Eddie, filling him from head to toe, and he leans over and presses his lips to Steve’s. The bowl of popcorn is upturned, but Eddie only distantly registers the sound of it falling to the floor, his entire focus narrowing to Steve’s lips against his.
“The popcorn,” Steve murmurs against Eddie’s mouth.
“I don’t care.”
“Yeah,” Steve says, “me either,” and kisses Eddie more deeply than before.
When they part, Steve says, “I guess you are my hot date, after all,” eyes twinkling.
“The hottest.”
Steve rolls his eyes, but he smiles and says, “No one hotter,” and kisses Eddie again and again.
#steddie#Steve x eddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfic#steddieweek2023#its officially day three so I’m posting because I’m impatient lol#I’ve run out of my buffer fics now though lol#Pizzaqueenfic#steddie first kiss
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Got a line in my head and wrote this around it. Just over 300 words of established relationship fluff
Eddie’s lying in his bed and Steve is next to him. The backs of their hands are pressed together between them and Eddie has his ankle hooked over Steve’s. He’s so full of love for Steve, and so full of Steve’s love for him, he wonders how his body can contain it all.
He loves Steve more than he thought he could ever love someone. He loves Steve in a way that he always thought was made up for movies or songs or whatever. But it’s not. It’s so real.
He glances at Steve, heart skipping a beat at how beautiful Steve is and says, “I want a tattoo.”
“You’ve already got some.”
Eddie rolls onto his side, propping himself on an elbow. “I want a new one.”
“What of?”
“Your name.”
Steve snorts, disbelieving, then he looks at Eddie. His brows raise. “You’re serious.”
It’s not a question, but Eddie nods.
“But…” Steve presses his lips together. Eddie waits for some kind of protest—it’s too risky, other people will see, will know—but when it comes, it’s not what he expected. Because Steve says, “It’s forever,” with an undercurrent of uncertainty that makes Eddie’s chest ache.
“So are you,” Eddie says, poking Steve in the side.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Steve smiles, looking as loved as Eddie feels; he tucks his hands behind his head and says, “Maybe I should get one too.”
Eddie’s heart leaps. “Of your name?”
“Oh, yeah, totally.” Steve shakes his head. “Of your name, you dork.”
“That,” Eddie says, clambering on top of Steve, straddling his thighs, “would be so hot.” He can’t believe he’s never considered the possibility of Steve with inked skin before, but now it fills his mind. Definitely hot. And that Steve’s first tattoo is going to be Eddie’s name… Fuck.
Steve reaches up, brushing Eddie’s hair out of his face. “You’re forever, too,” he says, a shared promise, and pulls Eddie down for a kiss.
#steddie#Steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#pizzaqueenfic#it hasn’t even been that long since I posted something but my stomach is all tied up in anxious knots rn lol
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Inspired by @eddiemunsonsmum’s reblogs and tags on this post
615 words / rated T / established relationship
The sign behind the counter boasts the “World’s Largest Sundae” with a picture of what does look like a pretty damn big sundae beside it. Eddie grins, glancing back to Steve sitting at their booth, his heart skipping a silly little beat just from looking at Steve. He shakes himself, turns back to the waitress, and points. “One of those, please.”
He’s still grinning when he gets back to their booth, sliding into the seat across from Steve, vinyl creaking under denim as he settles in.
Immediately, Steve’s eyes narrow. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, no, I don’t believe you.”
Eddie shrugs and spreads his hands. “I guess that’s your problem.” But he can’t stop his lips from twitching, which does nothing to ease Steve’s obvious suspicion. And then, minutes later, the biggest sundae Eddie’s ever seen in his life arrives at their table.
The waitress has to hold it with two hands, gingerly setting it on their table with a thunk; she wipes her hands down and says, “Enjoy, boys,” and shuffles away.
“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters, staring at the frozen dairy monstrosity.
Layer upon layer of ice-cream sits in a giant sundae dish, chocolate sauce drizzled over it, topped with a swirl of cream and a single bright red cherry. A silver spoon is sunk deep into one mound of ice-cream, glinting in the diner’s dim light.
Glee fills Eddie from head to toe, and his eyes widen. “That’s a lot of ice-cream.”
“You’re not going to eat all that, are you?” Steve sinks back into his seat, pointing a finger at Eddie. “Because you’re not getting back in my car if you do.”
“No. That’s way too much ice-cream for one person to eat.”
Steve crosses his arms over his chest. “Uh-huh.”
“I mean, no one could eat that without throwing up.” Eddie points over to the sign. “It is the world’s largest sundae. It’s probably humanly impossible.”
“Then why would they sell it?”
“Capitalism?” Eddie lifts his shoulders. “All I’m saying is, I guess I made a mistake, Steve. No one person alone could eat all of this.”
The tick in Steve’s jaw tells Eddie Steve knows exactly what Eddie’s doing. He rests his elbows on the table and leans over. “You wanna bet?”
Eddie grins, tongue between his teeth. “You know I do.”
“Okay,” Steve says, pushing up his sleeves, “you’re on,” and he picks up the spoon.
“Should I get a bucket just in case?”
Steve looks up. The fire in his eyes licks along Eddie’s skin. “I’m not throwing up,” he says, and digs in.
And Eddie watches as Steve neatly and methodically works his way through the whipped cream, then every single scoop of ice-cream spoonful by spoonful, and, finally, he sets down the spoon, picks up the cherry, and pulls it off the stem with his teeth. He sits back, chewing around a victorious grin, brows raising at Eddie. “Well?”
“Marry me,” Eddie says, more than a little breathless.
Steve snorts. “Sure.”
“I’m serious.” Eddie leans across the table, glances around, and lowers his voice: “I am going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington.”
Steve’s smile softens, and his eyes warm. He kicks Eddie under the table and says, “I know.”
Warmth flows through Eddie, and his heart kicks against his ribs, and he smiles back. “Hey,” he says, clearing his throat, “you owe me a sundae.”
Steve rolls his eyes and throws a balled-up napkin at Eddie, but he gets up, goes over to the counter, and, loud enough for Eddie to hear, says, “I’d like one of those world’s largest sundaes, please.”
Oh, yeah. That is Eddie’s future husband, right there.
#steddie#Steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#i couldn’t help myself!!!#pizzaqueenfic#I’ll tidy it up during the week and throw it on ao3 later#but I couldn’t be bothered thinking of a title and summary and checking commas and stuff haha
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One day I will write a fic that is not a first kiss fic, but today is not that day! This is mostly dialogue, but I might expand it at some point. Brief mention of Mary Jane (sorry, I don't know what Tumblr censors these days lol) / rated T
“You know, Steve…”
“I do know Steve.” Steve's lips tilt in a proud smile.
Eddie snorts. “You’re a funny guy. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“All the time.”
“Anyway. Like I was saying: You know, Steve…” Eddie looks at Steve, waiting for him to interrupt again, but he doesn’t, so he goes on, saying, “Sometimes I wish you were a girl.” Why hasn’t he ever told Steve this before? High Eddie is so much smarter than sober Eddie. Steve should know this.
“What? Why?”
“So I could kiss you.” Eddie scrunches his nose up. “But now that I’ve said it out loud, that’s dumb, because I don’t want to kiss girls.”
“Okay…”
“Maybe I wish I were a girl so you would kiss me.” Eddie scrubs a hand over his face, shakes his head. “Except, I don’t wanna be a chick. And, like, I’m basically a dude version of Buckley, except cooler—”
“Robin’s cool.”
“—and you don’t want to kiss her.”
“Well…”
“Wait, do you?”
“Not lately.”
“So, you guys…”
“No.”
“Right. Well, I don’t wanna be a girl—”
“Eddie.”
“—but I still wanna kiss you, and I can’t as a guy, well I could, but—”
“Eddie!”
“What?”
“I want to kiss you.” Steve’s lips twitch and he adds, “As a guy.”
Eddie opens his mouth, closes it again. “You do?”
Steve nods, pushing himself up on one elbow, leaning over Eddie. Leaning down, so close, and, oh, he’s going to—
Eddie pushes a hand in Steve’s face. “Wait. Why didn’t you ever kiss me before then?”
The next words Steve says are muffled by Eddie’s hand.
“What?”
“I said,” Steve says, moving his face so Eddie’s hand is cupping his jaw instead, “because I didn’t know you were gay.”
“I didn’t know you were gay.”
“I’m not. But I still want to kiss you.”
“You…” Eddie’s brow furrows. Does that make sense? It has to because Steve wouldn’t say it otherwise. He looks up at Steve, still leaning over him, so pretty and right there and he wants to kiss Eddie and Eddie’s head is still pleasantly fuzzy from the weed they smoked and, wait, why is he just looking at Steve?
“Okay, yeah,” he says, “that works for me,” and slides his hand to hook around the back of Steve’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “I’m so happy you’re not a girl,” he murmurs against Steve’s lips.
“I’m pretty happy about it too,” Steve says, and then he kisses Eddie properly and they stop talking for a long while.
#steddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#gay Eddie munson#(wouldn’t normally tag that but because of the first line I don’t want ppl to get disappointed and thinking it’s bi!eddie 😅)#it’s just high Eddie being silly#pizzaqueenfic#watch me post this and find mistakes later#i should probably wait to post this until a better time but whatever
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Third Time’s The…
Written for the prompt ‘charm’ for @steddiemicrofic
548 words / rated T / first kiss
The first time Steve thinks about kissing Eddie, he doesn’t do anything.
It’s the perfect setting— starry night at the quarry, sitting on the hood of Steve’s car, sharing beers —and there’s electricity in the air, a tugging below Steve’s ribs, drawing him toward Eddie, making his heart beat fast. But when he leans on one hand, turning to Eddie, he just…stops. And stares. Like an idiot.
It’s just… It was an automatic response, until, for once, his brain caught up, and he realized he was about to kiss Eddie. What the hell? Since when does he nearly kiss a guy? Does he… He wants to though. Which… Okay.
“Earth to Harrington.” Eddie waves his hand in front of Steve’s face.
“Huh?”
“You’re staring.”
“Yeah, well”— Steve shifts away, looking back out across the quarry —“you stare all the time, so…”
“Who wouldn’t want to stare at your adorable face?” Eddie leans in, hot against Steve’s side, and pinches his cheek.
“Fuck off.” Steve shoulders Eddie away, but the distance only lasts a moment before they come back together like a pair of magnets.
The second time Steve thinks about it, he’s decided he’s fine with kissing a guy, especially if that guy is Eddie. Because Eddie is funny and hot and being near him makes Steve feel better and his lips are pretty and Steve is almost certain they’d feel really fucking good against his.
If it means something about him that he didn’t know before then, whatever. He can think about that later. Right now, they’re talking cars in Steve’s room and he’s thinking about kissing Eddie, and any second now he’s going to stop thinking and just do it.
But when he reaches out, fingers skimming Eddie’s jaw, Eddie freezes. His brow furrows and, oh, fuck. Steve can’t stand the rejection, not from Eddie, not when he’s just decided he’s okay with wanting this, so he says, “You had something…” He rubs roughly at Eddie’s face with his thumb. “It’s gone,” he murmurs and then, “I have to piss,” and when he gets back from the bathroom, Eddie’s gone.
The third time, Steve doesn’t think about it. He’s put it firmly in the ‘not thinking about it’ box in his mind. (And if he’s opened the box to take a peek once or twice or three hundred times, it’s in his mind. Only he knows.)
But Eddie doesn’t know it’s in the not thinking about it box, which is also the not talking about it box. Because the next time he sees Steve, he blurts, “Were you going to kiss me the other day?”
“What, no? Why— That would be crazy.” Steve crosses his arms over his chest. “Weird.”
“Yeah.” Eddie frowns. “I guess …”
Steve’s hands tingle. “Wouldn’t it?”
A beat and then: “No.”
“Right.” Steve blinks. “Okay.” And then he kisses Eddie. Deeply. And, oh, his lips do feel really fucking good against Steve’s. “Wait, why did you leave the other day?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie says, “I’m not going anywhere now,” and he kisses Steve again and again and again.
Fuck, Steve is never going to stop thinking about kissing Eddie now.
And, oh, yeah, third time? Totally the charm. (And the fourth and fifth and sixth and, well, Steve eventually loses count.)
#steddie#Steve x eddie#Steddie fic#steddiemicrofic#pizzaqueenfic#I’m sure someone’s already done something like this for this prompt 😅🙈#but it was the first thing I thought of when I saw it!
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Going to turn this into a fic at some point but: Steve starts getting weird leading up to his first anniversary with Eddie. He's distant one moment, then all over Eddie even more than usual the next. It takes Eddie a little while to notice and then, when he does, and he looks at the calendar, the dots start connecting. It's been nearly a year since they got together and Steve is acting weird. That can’t be good. He asks Dustin and Robin and some of the others if they've noticed Steve being weird lately, but no one has. It's just with Eddie.
The only conclusion Eddie can come to is that Steve is having second thoughts about them and if he is then...Steve can tell him himself, damn it!
Only, Eddie doesn't want to ask because he's not sure he wants to know. But then not knowing is worse. So, he asks. But he doesn't ask Steve because he's not that brave. He talks to Robin. He tells her what's been happening and how their anniversary is coming up and it takes Robin a minute to make the connection but then she says, "You know that he and Nance broke up just before they officially got to a year," and then the dots really connect. For real this time. And Eddie feels like kind of an asshole for thinking...
He thanks Robin and he doesn't say anything to Steve but he's extra affectionate, trying to reassure Steve without saying anything as their anniversary draws closer. He’s not sure it works but Steve seems a little more at ease.
And when the clock ticks over to one minute past midnight on their anniversary, Eddie wakes Steve up. Steve is grumpy at first, and then worried that something's wrong, until Eddie says, "Happy anniversary."
Steve squints. "Huh?"
"It's officially one year since we got together." Eddie smiles softly. "We made it."
Steve smiles back and says, "You couldn't have told me in the morning?" even as he reaches for Eddie.
“Couldn’t wait,” Eddie says and kisses Steve and holds him tight.
And Eddie does the same thing every year for many many years to come.
#steddie#steveddie#steve x eddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#st4#this is soooooo sappy#pizzaqueentxt#I’m pretty sure I got the timeline right with Nancy and Steve???#S1 is nov 83 and then S2 is oct/nov 84???#i never know how to end my headcanon posts#pizzaqueenfic
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Suck and Blow
Written for the prompt ‘suck’ for @steddiemicrofic
480 words / rated T / another first kiss
Someone yells, “Let’s play suck and blow,” and someone else titters, saying, “I didn’t know it was that kind of party,” and Steve finds himself jostled into a circle. A girl with a shaved head is on his left and Eddie’s to his right.
“Uh…” Steve’s eyes dart between the girl and Eddie. “Isn’t this game meant to be boy girl boy girl?”
“Aw, Robin,” Robin’s cool new gay college friend says, “your token heterosexual is so cute,” and everyone laughs and it’s not like he’s being mean, but his words sit uneasily. Tangle in Steve’s chest in a way he can only describe as wrong.
Robin must take his squirming as discomfort at playing the game because she catches his eye from across the circle, mouthing, “You don’t have to play,” but he waves her off.
Steve Harrington is no party pooper.
The card is passed from person to person, sucking and blowing in turn, lips pressed together, the charade of a kiss. The girl with the shaved head smells faintly of weed and her hand is hot on Steve’s neck as she passes the card to him. She winks as they part and then Steve turns to Eddie.
Electricity crackles between them, inexplicable and confusing, but maybe not new. Definitely not bad, which is more confusing, and Steve is thinking about that, and how Eddie’s eyes are pretty in this light, not the game, and, at the last second, the card falls. Their lips brush and the electricity shoots through Steve, gathering in his lips, fizzing in his blood.
And it’s… Oh, it’s…
Eddie jerks back and grabs the card from the floor, barely looking at Steve as he says, “Guess I forgot to suck,” before turning to the guy next to him. Everyone laughs again, and the game goes on, but Steve’s lips don’t stop tingling.
Later, when the party is winding down, Steve finds Eddie smoking out on the balcony, leaning on the rail. Steve steps up beside him. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Steve produces a card from the back pocket of his jeans. “Do over?”
Eddie eyes the card for a moment, then shakes his head. “It’s fine, man, we can forget all about it.” The end of his cigarette glows brightly as he inhales, smoke drifting up into the night as he breathes out again. “No big deal.”
“Right, yeah…” The card gets tucked back into Steve’s pocket with a sigh. “No big deal.” Except… Taking a chance, Steve adds, “Or maybe we don’t need the card?” Because he’s pretty sure he knows why his lips haven’t stopped tingling since he almost kissed Eddie earlier.
Moonlight dances in Eddie’s wide eyes as he looks over Steve’s face. Then, seemingly satisfied, he crushes his cigarette and slowly nods. “Yeah. Maybe we don’t.”
Steve smiles and leans in, heart beating fast as he closes the distance between them.
#steddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#steddiemicrofic#i originally ended it with so much for the token heterosexual huh? but it seemed less romantic lol#the dude who said that is definitely inside somewhere watching with Robin like oops! or something idk#pizzaqueenfic
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Eddie is forever grumbling about “losing” his shirts, storming out of their room and flopping dramatically on the couch, declaring his favorite shirt is gone forever, it was there one minute and now it’s just gone. Gone gone gone!
And Steve will sigh and say it can’t be lost, shirts don’t just get up and walk out and Eddie will say this one did! all but harrumphing. So Steve will go in their room, look through the same pile of shirts Eddie looked through a moment ago, and come back out, holding it up, saying “this shirt?”
And Eddie will say it wasn’t there when he looked and they’re all black, it was camouflaged, and take the shirt half-annoyed, half-sheepish and murmur something about how there’s definitely a shirt stealing gremlin living in their walls that takes Eddie’s shirts then puts them back for Steve to find and make Eddie look like an idiot
And Steve will roll his eyes and try not to smile knowing it will happen again and again. And some days he finds it amusing, others annoying, but it’s all part of living together
#steddie#Steve x eddie#steddie headcanon#Eddie munson#Steve harrington#brought to you by me being convinced I lost my softest Metallica shirt for the last two days#and then finding it right where I’d already looked lmao#Steve definitely does this too and doesn’t have the excuse of most of his clothes being black :P#or he does the where are my glasses thing when they’re on his head lol#we’ve all been there right?#also why did I write most of this in future tense except a couple of sentences in present ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#alsooooo sorry if someone’s written something similar!!!#i had a vague feeling after posting someone might have 🙈😫#pizzaqueentxt#pizzaqueenfic
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Another pre-slash bit of fluff, this time with hand holding (and more)! 556 words, rated T
Tap tap tap.
Steve’s hand twitches at the three light touches, but when he looks down, Eddie’s hand is resting on his own thigh and Eddie’s looking straight forward. Hm. Maybe he imagined it?
Tap tap tap.
Steve ignores it this time, focusing on the television. He definitely didn’t imagine it, and he readies himself.
Tap tap tap.
He quickly turns his hand over, capturing Eddie’s fingers in his folded palm.
“Aw,” Eddie says, “if you wanted to hold hands, you just had to say,” sliding his fingers between Steve’s.
Steve huffs. “What are you doing, man?”
“What am I doing?”
“Yeah, this”—Steve reaches over and taps Eddie’s hand—“business.”
Eddie lifts his shoulders.
“You’re weird,” Steve says, and tries to slide his hand out of Eddie’s. But Eddie holds tight.
“Nope, mine now.” Eddie pulls their entwined hands to his chest. “Sorry.”
Steve tugs, but Eddie won’t let go. “Fine. Whatever.” He sighs, twitching again when Eddie runs a finger from the heel of Steve’s palm, to the tip of his middle finger.
A frisson of pleasure runs through Steve, but it soon settles into a soft hum beneath his skin. It’s all over, making Steve feel sleepy and relaxed.
The calluses on Eddie’s fingers are only a little rough on the soft skin of Steve’s palm, tracing the lines, running up and down his fingers, tracing the calluses on his own skin, building up again, now that he’s taken baseball back up.
“I know you were being kind of a shit, for whatever reason, but that feels really nice.”
“Does it?”
“Yeah.”
A smile tugs at Eddie’s lips and he brings Steve’s hand closer to him; he looks Steve dead in the eye as he runs his tongue up the back of Steve’s hand.
“Ugh, gross.” Steve jerks away, but Eddie’s still holding tight. “No licking.”
“No licking,” Eddie repeats, a gleam in his eye that Steve doesn’t like, and the next moment he bites Steve’s hand.
“Or biting!” Steve whacks Eddie with his free hand. “Jesus.”
“Okay. I promise,” Eddie says around a grin. He brings Steve’s hand to his mouth again, and Steve struggles—“You promised”—but Eddie doesn’t lick him, or bite him. He presses a kiss to the back of Steve’s hand, making an exaggerated mwah sound.
“What—”
And then Eddie kisses Steve’s hand again, softly this time, looking at Steve from under the dark sweep of his lashes.
Heat shoots through Steve and his heart beats hard. “Um.”
Eddie starts to pull his hand away, but it’s Steve who holds on tight this time. He brings their clasped hands to his mouth, gently brushing his lips over Eddie’s knuckles, watching Eddie as he does.
A faint, satisfying blush creeps into Eddie’s cheeks, and Steve bites back a smirk. He presses his lips more firmly to Eddie’s knuckles, not missing the sharp intake of Eddie’s breath. Then he moves his mouth to the juncture of Eddie’s thumb. Then the middle of his hand, still watching Eddie watching him.
“Steve…”
Steve presses one last kiss to Eddie’s skin—at the side of his wrist, not far from his pulse—and then he brings their hands down to rest on their touching knees, and they watch TV holding hands, Eddie’s thumb swiping over Steve’s skin and Steve squeezing Eddie’s hand tight.
#steddie#Steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#pizzaqueenfic#literally no idea where this one came from lol
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Just over 450 words of something. Established relationship. T. Just more fluff I guess! Been feeling kind of shaky about (my) writing so I’m just gently dipping my toe back in
Eddie’s hanging out with Jeff and Gareth and Steve at his place; Steve is checking the oil on his car and Eddie’s watching him from where he’s sitting on a fold out chair, Jeff and Gareth either side of him. There’s a cooler of beer at their feet and a warm breeze in the air.
The thing between him and Steve is still new, no longer tentative, but something Eddie had wanted—maybe needed—to keep close for a while.
But then Jeff walked in on him and Steve in a position of a comprising nature. Jeff looked like he’d just turn right around, forget he saw anything, but Gareth came stumbling in after him and, well…
They know now. That’s the point.
It’s been a few weeks since then, and Eddie hasn’t said much about it, and neither have they, but he guesses they don’t have a problem. They wouldn’t be here if they did. Eddie sighs, watching Steve’s arms flex, chest tight with warmth when he notices the smudge of grease on Steve’s cheek. He’s just so gone on Steve already. It’s so much.
And he’s watching Steve and his heart is so full and he says, “I’m gonna marry that man, one day,” without thinking.
It’s Gareth who speaks first, blurting out, “But you can’t,” over Priest playing from the boombox on the trailer step.
Jeff groans and hits Gareth in the arm.
“Ow. What?”
A look passes between them, Jeff’s brow furrowed, eyes wide as he tries to communicate silently. Eddie’s not sure Gareth gets it but he says, “Sorry?” anyway.
And it’s not like Eddie needed the reminder or it doesn’t hurt, just a little, even if he’s never been a big believer of marriage. Hell, he’s never been a believer at all. But he tips his head back and says, “Not gonna let that stop me,” heart beating as Steve finishes up, slamming the hood of the car, and comes to stand in front of him.
He kicks Eddie’s foot. “Where’s my chair?”
Eddie pats his thighs.
Steve smiles, a little flushed, but he looks between Jeff and Gareth and shakes his head.
Eddie rolls his eyes and stands, waving Steve into his chair, and getting another for himself.
And they drink beer as the sun sets, summer warmth lingering, Priest still blaring, the four of them getting talking and laughing and Eddie’s so fucking happy.
And Eddie looks at Steve thinks to himself again: I’m going to marry this man.
(And when they can get married, they do. Steve is a little surprised Eddie wants to, but Eddie’s always known it was going to happen. He just forgot to tell Steve. But it happens. Just like he knew it would.)
#steddie#steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie ficlet#corroded coffin#kind of??? idk how to tag it when these guys show up#pizzaqueenfic#Jeff and Gareth are definitely at the wedding#also sorry unnamed freak you’re too awkward to write into fic lol
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Rest Stop
Written for the prompt ‘rest’ for @steddiemicrofic
387 words / rated T / pre-slash
Recreational drug use
There’s a rest stop on the decommissioned road a little ways out of Hawkins. It’s not a lot of anything, a tin roof over a picnic table, but Steve likes it. Thinks of it as ‘his’ spot, even though Tommy H told him about it. But it’s a good place to be alone. To, well, rest.
And, sure, Hawkins is full of places like that, quiet, empty places, and alone isn’t something Steve likes to be that much, but nights like tonight…
He sighs, tips his beer to his lips. It doesn’t hit him often, but when it does, it’s a restless itch; he can get away from Hawkins, from his house, his job, his nonexistent love life, but he can’t get away from that feeling. Out here he gets close, though.
Tonight, his solitude is short-lived. Footsteps make Steve tense, and a deep voice cuts through the night: “Steve?”
The tension drains; Steve turns. “Hey, Eddie.”
Eddie blinks. “I found you.” He scratches his head, nods at the table Steve’s sitting on. “Mind if I…?”
“It’s a free country.”
“So I’m told.” Eddie’s lips quirk; he sits beside Steve, pulling a joint from his jacket. He waggles it; Steve nods.
“Why were you looking for me?”
An orange flame sparks from Eddie’s lighter, catching the end of the joint. “I wasn’t.” Eddie takes a drag, gives the joint to Steve.
“You said you found me…”
“Don’t have to be looking for you to find you.”
Steve shakes his head. “All right.” He takes a hit, relishing the pleasant buzz, passes it back.
“What brings the valiant Sir Steve out here?”
“I like the quiet.”
“That a hint for me to shut my yap?”
“No.” Steve knocks their shoulders together. “I like listening to you talk.” Why did he say that? He doesn’t really care. Huh.
Surprise flickers over Eddie’s face, but it settles into something pleased. “Good.” He winks. “Because I have plenty of stories to tell.”
After a few moments, Steve says, “Well,” waving his hand, “go ahead.”
Eddie’s eyes sparkle; he starts talking, gesticulating wildly, and Steve realizes the restlessness is gone. Maybe it’s the weed. He’s pretty sure it’s all Eddie.
Okay. Something to look at later. For now, he basks in Eddie’s voice and the easy, restful feeling of being near him.
#steddie#steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#steddiemicrofic#this is the one I was worried about being OOC and asked for ‘permission’ to keep writing lol#thanks for the encouragement!!#also this is like one of those nights where you want to be alone but then you find company and it’s better than being alone#i love solitude but idk sometimes it’s what I think I need but it turns out I’m wrong#pizzaqueenfic#i left this in my drafts because I was too chicken to post it but I guess I may as well
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