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don't make me choose | steve harrington

a short story

synopsis - you decided to let steve choose between you and her.

pairing/s - steve harrington x reader, mentions of steve harrington x nancy wheeler

warning/s - fighting, cursing, reader not being the first choice, angst

author's note - finally back with an angst ;) i thought of this short story while i was in class. don't ask me how and don't ask me why. anyways enjoy my lovelies <3

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“What is up with you tonight?”

Steve scoffed at your sudden outburst towards him as soon as you entered your apartment. “Me? That’s rich coming from you” He retorted back as you looked up to him from your eyelashes.

You had gotten into a little altercation with Nancy at the Byers’ house tonight. It was nothing physical, although a few unkind words were exchanged in the process. On the way home, Steve had ignored you, and whenever you would try to start a conversation with him, he would just roll his eyes and scoff at you.

“I haven’t done anything to you! You’re the one who’s acting like bullshit!” You shouted at him as he turned to look at you with a sour look on his face. “Really? You’re really gonna act like nothing happened with you and Nancy tonight? Great.” He scoffed once more.

You looked at him in disbelief, so that’s why he’s been acting like that all night? Because of Nancy?

He tossed the keychain on the kitchen counter as he stomped up the stairs and went to the bedroom, you quickly followed him, opening the door then slamming it to make your presence known.

“What the fuck, Steve? Are you seriously taking her side? I’m your girlfriend for fuck’s sake!” You pointed out as he snickered at you. “I’m taking her side because you’re being immature right now!” He stated as he stood up from the bed and went back down to the kitchen.

Again, rushing downstairs, you see him take a glass from the cabinet and fill it up with alcohol. “Steve Harrington, I am talking to you right now! Do not run away from me!” You exclaimed as you took the glass away from him.

He let out an annoyed sigh as he turned to look at you. “It was a little thing, (Y/N)! You could’ve let it go but you didn’t! Instead, you made a big deal out of it and decided to humiliate Nancy!”

“Humiliate Nancy? She started it! Why are you even siding with her when you know she’s in the wrong!” You cried out as he put his hands on his waist, “I’m taking her side because clearly you’re acting very immature right now. And she’s our friend, (Y/N)! For God’s sake, you’re an adult! Act like one!” He stated, the words that came out from his mouth shattered you, on the inside and on the outside.

You looked at him with hurt in your eyes as he rolled his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, that is so fucked up”

In this moment, he showed his true colors. He never really moved on. In those nine months that you two were dating, you would expect him to side with you all the time just like he always did. But turns out, you could never compete with Nancy, not even close. So, you decided to give him a choice.

“Me or Nancy?”

Steve was suddenly taken aback by what you said. “What?” he said in a soft whisper. “I said Me or Nancy?”

“No, no, don’t do that” He said, shaking his head, clearly unable to make a choice. “Why not, Steve?” You asked as he kept on shaking his head.

“Don’t make me choose between you and her” He said looking you directly in your eyes. You tilted your head, tears threatening to fall. “Why? Cause you’ll choose her?”

“Yeah, I choose her” Steve said as you let out a sigh. The two of you stood there for a good minute, not moving until you finally decided to grab your car keys wanting to get away from that place as soon as you could.

As you got into the car, the tears that you were holding back finally started rolling down your cheeks. Deep down, you were expecting Steve to come out chasing after you. You wanted him to come out to apologize to you. Yet he never did.

In the end, you were only the second choice. If he really did love you, there wouldn't be a choice at all. But turns out, there was. And he will always choose Nancy.

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wadasabi · 2 years

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— THE CABIN.

(steve harrington ; fem!reader).

[TW ;; smut, unprotected sex, intern ejaculation, alcohol effects.]

PLOT : there is a storm outside, so you hide in a cabin; when you discover you’re not alone.

The rain is pouring down the streets, and the sky took that beautiful tint of pink and grey – the sun slowly falling asleep. It is not a heavy cloudburst, just a summer rain the nature needed not to dry out. Even though it is not that cold outside, most of Hawkins inhabitants came back home or went to the coffeeshop to stay safe. You decided not to follow them, to continue your walk, into the woods. You have your umbrella, it could be fine.

What you did not plan, was to meet him in the middle of the wood. Billy Hargrove. Strangely, he is alone. Well, you think he is. You stop by the path and stare at him for a short minute, hesitating to go see him, or to leave him and continue as you first planned. Too late though, he just turns around and your eyes meet. As usual, a shiver takes possession of your body, but you step back. No, not right now. You turn back on him and start your walk on the opposite direction; when you finally hear a woman voice coming out from the woods.

- “Jesus Christ it’s not comfy there.”

He keeps his eyes on you while you turn around to see who it was. What a surprise when you see your best friend, putting back her clothes on.You freeze, staring at them, unable to do anything else than just watch. Your heart misses a beat, then a second. Her, with him. You cannot believe your eyes, you try to figure out how they could do that to you, but no answer appears. Yet, your body refuses to move, as he comes to you – letting the blondie behind him, to stand in front of you.

- “Trust me, it’s not what you think it is.”

Why is that the first sentence he claims? You frown and step a foot back, clearly judging him. Your brain is full of questions and judgments, but your mouth refuses to speak. To trust him? He is in the middle of the woods, with your best friend, alone, when it is raining. If it is not clear to him, you can be sure it would be for anyone else. Although, if he had nothing to be ashamed of, why is he defending himself? You cannot speak, when she also comes to you – once she realises it is you. Probably feeling guilty, she bites her bottom lip and avoid your eye on her. If your eyes were guns, she would already be dead now. Having your ex-boyfriend doing that was one thing, but having your best friend betraying you was another.

- “You weren’t supposed to know.” She claims.

It is the drop of water that makes the camel’s back. You turn on your heels and run. You do not know where you are going, but you run as far from them as possible.

⌇

There is a cabin in the middle of the woods, a bit far from the path. You do not know where is the city, and if they followed you, but the rain is becoming even stronger and you can hear thunder going closer. You need to hide. You know it is not on you to hide and to be ashamed, but you cannot assume to see them or to pretend you did not see them, right after sex.

Your eyes become humid, and a tear already falls down your cheek. Another one, and soon your face finishes red and all wet. You and Billy broke up a week ago, your feelings are still there and you have a hard time moving on and forgetting him. It is clearly sure he forgot you, at least. It was not difficult, since he was responsible of your break up. Everything seems clear in your mind; what if he broke up with you, to be with her? Nah, impossible, she was there for you the night after he left, she comforted you and helped you feeling better. Or maybe was it just to feel less guilty?

You sigh. A hand on your hair, you put your wet jacket on the chair behind the door, and quite your shoes. There is a chimney and wood on it. Thankfully you have a lighter on your pocket, let us hope it did not take the water.

It did not.

Soon, you can take your blue jean and your shirt off to stay on your underwear. Everything is wet, and seeing the storm outside you will stay there all night long. You take your phone to send a message to your dad – you were supposed to see on the afternoon; no network. At least Billy could not join you. You go check on the kitchen if there is anything to eat. You frown again. There is a plastic bag with snacks and beer bottles on the bar. As you take the plastic bag to see what is in it, a male voice comes from behind you.

- “Didn’t know I was expecting a guest.”

You jump, surprised, and let the bag go.

- “I- I’m sorry.. I didn’t know it was dwelled.” You say, confused.

As you turn around you come face to face with the handsome high school kid from the year 84; his hair slightly dishevelled. He laughs, a little smirk staying on your face, coming closer to you.

- “Chill, I don’t live here neither.”

- “Oh..”

- “It was raining, so I came here to wait for the weather to calm.”

Your eyes cannot stop staring, but soon you see in his eyes that he is peering you. Before realising you are effectively half naked in front of a stranger. Well, a stranger… You are probably a stranger to him, but he is not to you; he was your big crush for all your high school years - even when he dated Nancy.

- “Oh God.”

He laughs, letting you bypassing him to take the blanket, previously laid on the sofa, and putting him on your shoulder.

- “Apparently I was not the only one thinking I was alone.” He jokes.

- “You’re right.” You say, a bit cramped.

- “Don’t worry, you’re not the first person I see in lingerie.”

That, you already knew it. A bit confused and uncomfortable, you watch through the window to see if the rain calmed down; but no.

- “I think we have to stay there for the night.”

- “Let’s hope not.”

- “Why? Is that so awful to stay with me?”

- “Well…”

- “Come on, I’m not that unpleasant to look at, and I can cook.” He replies, taking a beer bottle. “Want some?” He asks, holding out the bottle in your direction.

You take it and node to thank him, before going on the sofa to sit. Watching the fire, you take a breath out and close your eyes, trying to avoid what you saw on the wood.

- “By the way, I’m Steve.” He says, coming next to you.

- “I know.” You reply, opening your eyes.

- “You know?”

- “Well… Ok, now I can tell you, since we’re not in high school anymore.”

- “Tell me.” He smirks, curiously.

- “I…” You begin. “I kinda had a huge crush on you?”

- “ You?”

- “Yes, me. Why?”

- “I always thought you were interested by nerds or weirdos.” He grimaces.

- “Wait, you knew me?”

- “Don’t be a fool, we were in the same class in sciences and history courses.” He claims, pretending to be offended.

What a surprise. You always thoughts you were invisible to him. He was a player, that jerk everybody knew he was not frequentable. Those kinds of guys did not noticed you in school, never.

- “What made you think I was interested in nerds?”

- “You’re dating that Billy Hargrove.”

- “He’s not a nerd.”

- “He’s a weirdo.”

- “And I’m not dating him.”

You take pride in yourself and look at the fire, holding on your tears. Seeing he awkwardly hurt you, he comes closer to you and pass his arm around your shoulders. A bit after, before the moment starts to be awkward, he takes the other blanket and put in your legs, biting his bottom lip – feeling like an idiot.

- “I’m sorry I didn’t want to hurt you.”

- “No no no, you didn’t.” You reply, shaking your head.

- “So what is it about?”

You take a big breath and turn your head to him, your chin trembling.

- “You can tell me if you want. I mean, I don’t know you well, you don’t know me well. Everything’s happening here, will stay here tomorrow. I promise.”

He is not wrong. He has his life, you have yours, and he probably does not care about what happened in your relationship with Billy. But if he can help you feel better, it is a bonus.

- “Plus, it will help passing time faster.”

- “Well… He broke up last week, and I just saw him with my best friend, in the woods.”

- “Wow, in the woods, together?”

- “Not far from Lover Lake.”

- “Ok… I see the painting.”

You nod and lower your head. His reaction comfort you with the idea that there was something wrong in the situation. Even though you knew it, you hoped it was all in your head.

- “Do you still love him?” He asks, taking a sip of his beer.

- “I don’t know… A little, I guess.” You look at the neck of your bottle, playing with it with your thumb.

- “What could make you feel better? Food? Alcohol? Sex?”

You turn your head to watch him, at his last word.

- “What?” He asks, as an idiot.

- “Sex?”

- “We said that everything happening here will stay here.”

- “I will not use you to feel better.”

- “As you want.” He raises his shoulders.

To avoid any awkwardness, you leave the sofa to go to the kitchen, to see if there is anything eatable there. There is pastas and vegetables. Plus, Steve bought many snacks. It is passed 9PM, the night is appearing, and your belly screams with hunger.

⌇

The night went well. You laughed, you ate and drank, you played truth or dare. Well, the time to go to bed came quickly; but it is clearly not time to sleep. As a alcohol plays with your disinhibition, you end up in your underwear again, dancing in front of the chimney, your bottle on your hand. One Way Or Another by Blondie playing on your phone, you shake your butt and look at Steve, drinking his beer, watching you on the sofa. You ask him to join you, and take him by the hand to closer your body from his. Stirring around him, you put your hand on his shoulders, when he puts his free hand on your hip. He smells so good, it is unbelievable. You imagined that moment so many times in your teenager spirit, and now that it is about to happen, your heart skips a beat.

- “Do you want to know what I fantasied in high school?” You whisper in his hear.

He closes his head from yours, his lips grazing yours.

- “Tell me.”

[TW ;; SMUT.]

Your tongue passing over your luscious, a grin stretches your lips when your hands descend from his collarbones to his pelvis. You raise your eyes on his, and get closer to him, for his body to feel yours. You take off his shirt and let your skin percuss his. You can feel the chills under your hands, and his breaths on your philtrum. Without any hesitation, he takes your butt in his hands and lifts you up, to take you to the bedroom.

He sits and let you astride on his legs, while his hands discover your butt cheeks over the fabric of your lance pantie. You take off yourself your bra, and let him admire the view while you play with his hair.

- “You like it Harrington?”

- “If I do? Let me prove it to you.”

Smirking again, he lays you down the mattress and dismisses your legs to stand in the middle. His body comes over yours, his tongue caresses the epidermis of your neck, going down to your collarbone, then your nipple. He takes the end between his teeth, as he raises his eye on you. You moan, throwing your head back. Damn he is so good. One of your hands in his fluffy hair, the other presses the sheets under your body.

- “You’re sure you want to do this?” He asks, raising his head.

- “As sure as it is raining outside.”

He raises his head to look at the window.

- “It stopped raining.” He laughs.

- “Just take me ok?” You say, impatient.

He laughs and take your other nipple in his hand to kiss it. Then, he comes to you to kiss you. In a languorous caress, your tongues start a passionate dance, when his body overhangs yours. He takes his cargo pant off, then his tee-shirt, and you can feel his boner on your private area; which has the power to upgrade your excitement. His curious hand goes slow under your pantie, his finger touches your clit, and begins to move with circle. In a moan, you hide your head in his neck, while your hand takes his yard to masturbate him. Closing your eyes, you let him play with his fingers inside you, making scissors movements, when you accelerate the come and go movements around his dick.

A few long and intense minutes after, he takes both of your underwear off and sits between your legs. But you have other plans. You turn to position yourself on all fours, in a doggy style position. He bites his lip and kiss your right butt cheek, before leading his boner on your area. Playing with your patience by entering only the end, you make a brutal movement to allow him to entirely enter between your walls. Your head laid on the pillow, your makeup stains the white fabric, once he begins to go harder and deeper. Your moans become louder, as you can hear thunder outside. One spank, another, and soon we can hear both spanks and moans in the bedroom.

The heat has risen, your body went even weaker, and soon you can feel your belly contract. His finger comes to your clit to play with it, while he kisses your back.

You know you are about to cum, as he goes deeper and deeper. Butterflies take your throat, your heart misses a beat, and your toes clench. Your body crash on the mattress, as he lowers his movements to go harder and more deeply inside you. You close your eyes, he presses your hips, and you can feel his prick getting bigger. The blood pulses in his veins, and his body begins to shake over yours.

-“You can… You can go.” You stutter.

Without waiting any longer, you can feel his body convulse with yours in passionate and violent orgasms. You scream the desire and pleasure he procures you, when he holds your body close to him. Soon you can feel his cum all inside you, making you even more excited. Once he left your body, you can feel it flowing from your intimacy, tightening your thighs. He comes next to you to offer you a kiss.

[END OF THE SMUT.]

- “Wow…” He sighs.

- “As you say.” You reply, taking back your breath.

- “You are… Amazing.”

- “So are you.”

You kiss his nose and straighten up, to leave the room and go to the bathroom – keeping your thighs close, not to dirty the cabin.

Surprisingly, he joins you on the shower, coming behind you to hug you and kiss your temple. You turn your head to watch him, with a little satisfied smile on your face.

- “Thank you…”

- “For?”

- “Making me forget.”

- “Anytime you want honey.”

The shower taken, you both go to the bed you just defiled, to spend the night in each other’s arms. It was the calmest and smoothest night you have spent in a while. He snored a bit, but it did not disturb you, at all. You head on his chest, you just enjoyed the dreamy moment you had.

⌇

And the next morning, you put your clothes on, he does the same, both staring at the other. You are a bit sad, to be obliged to go back to you life, without him in it. It was just like a dream, just as if this moment never existed.

- “You’re breath-taking, never forget that.” He says, leaving the cabin.

But the time you put your shoes on to keep him for leaving, he is already gone.

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morganbritton132 · 9 months

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After David tells him that his ex has arrived for Career Day and it’s not even the Wheeler that he asked for, Steve marches over to Mike like, “What are you doing here?”

Wow, David thinks to himself. He’s been told that Steve has some problems with his memory - apparently he compensated for it with a truly insane online calendar - but he didn’t expect him to forget about a whole human being. Just, wow.

Steve loudly tells Mike that he’s never had a real job and Mike scoffs at him and tells him that he wrote for a comic book website for three years. Journalism is just writing with a fancy degree. Will and Mike created a comic book together so, “I’m published.”

“Robin is published,” Steve stresses (Steve’s best friend, David knows that one). “If that was the only qualification I wanted than I would’ve asked Robin to come.”

They start squabbling again in whispered voices so David turns to Dustin and tries to alleviate some of the awkwardness with, “Steve, uh, really has a type, huh?”

Dustin squints at him, “Did you just meet him? Today?”

#Steve didn’t even register that he should be grossed out that someone accused him of dating a literal (in Steve’s eyes) child #I just decided in this post that Mike is a freelance writer #Steve does respect Mike’s work and buys all the magazines that he’s had short stories published in #but he was definitely planning on BSing to the kids about journalism and also Steve just likes to give him shit #Mike wrote the comic and Will illustrated it. It was about Bob #David is trying his goddamn best but Steve did not give him a lot to work with. Dustin is unimpressed #Also for the record: Steve did ask Robin. She was busy #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington

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navnae · 1 year

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Eddie has been in the press for several years now and his relationship with Steve wasn’t known about due to Steve panicking over what his family would say if the news had gotten a hold of that information. So Eddie made sure that things went smoothly for Steve when every they went out, he’d block the paparazzi that would surround him, refuse to answer any questions that involved, and he shut down every newspaper that tried to even paint the idea that they were together. Eddie took his personal life very seriously and if Steve wasn’t ready to have their relationship public than that was what Eddie fought for. Of course Eddie never shied away from being honest about his sexuality, basically everyone in the entire world knew he wasn’t straight it was almost like a goal for him to tell everyone “no to hetero” (he even made it a shirt). Meaning that he wasn’t shocked when the rumors started when him and Steve would get touchy from time to time but he kept playing it off as them being good friends for the sake of Steve. This went on for a long time that eventually everyone came to the conclusion that they were just friends and their love language was touch, the questions stopped, the pestering stopped, the theories stopped, everything finally stopped. Eddie felt like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders he didn’t have to go through all these obstacles to protect Steve but when an interview asked him about his relationship status he wanted die right on the spot every time. He wanted nothing more than to tell everyone how much he loved Steve and how he had so many thoughts that revolved around marrying him one day, this was killing Eddie deeply. Nonetheless Eddie kept those answers to himself and only hoped that one day they could finally be a couple without hiding.

It was New Year’s Eve when Corroded Coffin got an invite to perform on tv and Eddie was pumped. Steve helped him with his outfit which made him sweat throughout the whole day since it was the biggest jacket known to man but it was freezing outside and he just had to deal with it. They were going to be the last performance of the night right before the countdown for the ball. When it was around midnight Eddie had lost his voice around this point from singing with so much passion that the entire crowd could feel his energy. It made him feel good that while he was on stage he could see Steve in the front row cheering him on, Eddie couldn’t help the butterflies he got. Soon it was time for the countdown and everyone gathered around for it. Eddie being in his own world he shouted the numbers at the top of his lungs as he watched the ball in the distance he didn’t realize that Steve had made his way onto the stage. He kept counting down til he finally said “3… 2… 1” and right when he finished counting his whole body was turned towards the opposite direction then his lips connected with Steve’s in front of everyone. The confetti started to fall as they continued to kiss in the coldest weather they could feel their lips twitching against one another’s. Eddie was still in shock by Steve doing that and apparently the crowd was too. They gave their attention to the couple then the actual New Years event all together. When Steve pulled away a big smile was on his face with tears rolling down his cheek.

“Why did you do that? This is live, your family’s going to see it.” Eddie said worriedly. His heart pounded at the thought of what Steve’s family would do to him.

“I know and I’ve thought about this long enough to say that I don’t care. You went out of your way for years to protect me and make sure that I was okay. It’s not fair to you that we can’t simply live each other because of my family.” Steve spoke softly. Eddie smiled as he brought his thumb up to Steve’s check and wiped away another tear.

“And I would’ve continued to do it if you wanted me to. You should come out on your own terms not because of how I may feel.” Eddie knew that the damage was already done but he was still trying to figure out how he could get the press to forget it.

“I know that too but this is me coming out on my own terms. Who knows I might get a call in the morning from my family saying they accept me and I might not. All I know is I’m in love with you, that’s something I couldn’t hide forever Eddie.” Steve’s voice cracked halfway as he talked. The tears just kept coming down and it broke Eddie’s heart to see him like this.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve tightly letting him sob against his chest. He didn’t care if all eyes were on his right now, Steve was more important than all of that. Eddie planted several kisses on the top of Steve’s head and when he did his own vision started to become blurry. Those days of him telling off everyone that said he was in a relationship with Steve flashed in his head over and over again. He hated not being able to hold Steve like this without someone trying out their nose in their business. Now Eddie could do what he always wanted to do with Steve and he wouldn’t have to cover it up anymore. He held his boyfriend close as if he was going to runaway, both of them felt free for the first time in years.

“I love you.” Eddie whispered against Steve’s hair.

“I love you too.” Steve sniffled. Eddie laughed lightly when he felt Steve shiver a little when the wind blew. They were definitely going to be sick after this.

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matchingbatbites · 1 year

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all for the love of you | 4.7k

My super late contribution for @thefreakandthehair Lex's spring challenge, using the prompt daisies! I caught writer's block pretty bad and wasn't able to finish this on time - honestly, I got to a point where I just couldn't stand looking at it, so I set it aside for its own good. So glad I finally caught the bug to finish it, because I'm really happy with it! <3

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Eddie isn't one to get jealous. He didn't really grow up with a lot, he learned to care for the things he had, and his mom taught him that being jealous only made you feel like shit in the long run. Sure he's wanted things before, has coveted things that other people had, but jealousy.

Jealousy is a whole other monster, something he wasn't familiar with until he caught feelings for one Steve Harrington.

It wasn’t something that happened immediately. Eddie spent a solid four months getting to know Steve after the younger had carried him out of actual, literal hell. The boy had opened up his home to Eddie once they’d been released from the hospital, and they’ve spent countless hours together since.

Watching movies and talking and just helping take care of each other - something they’d almost been forced into when they realized that neither could reach their arms above their heads without pulling at their sides, their matching bat bites tugging and aching, and Steve completely unable to reach the road rash marring his back.

They fell into a routine that settled warm in Eddie’s soul, and every day became something to look forward to. No matter how bad his day was - and there were plenty of bad days - he knew that he had Steve, that at the end of it he could count on crawling into bed with someone who helped chase the nightmares off, who helped ease the pain just a little.

When he eventually moved back in with Wayne - once his name was cleared and his scars finally manageable on his own - it felt like he’d left part of himself behind. Moving out wasn’t something he had to do, but he felt like he’d needed to. He didn’t want to be a bother to Steve any more, didn’t want to take up space any more than he already had.

He didn’t realize something had changed until they had a bit of distance between them, until he was crawling into a cold bed all by himself, until he was forced awake by vivid nightmares. It didn’t take long for Eddie to be struck by the knowledge that the reason he misses Steve so much, the reason why being away from the younger boy is physically painful, is that he-

Eddie grew up hearing people talk about crushes and butterflies, has heard his friends go on about the people they like, but he's never actually felt that himself. He's never had that nervous, fluttering sensation, or the swooping feeling that Jeff described when he met his current girlfriend.

Over the years he's managed to brush off inquiries about his own love life, spinning it around to the people that he’s fooled around with, because apparently sexual attraction is something he has no problem feeling or understanding. No, that was something he figured out pretty quickly.

He's had no problem finding people to sleep with, whether it be in Hawkins or in the bigger city an hour or so away. He learned that he doesn't have a preference when it comes to sex, that he just leans towards pretty people who seem like they might be a little bratty in bed, regardless of whether they're a guy or a girl. He likes feeling good and making others feel good and for years that's been enough.

Until Steve.

He's been attracted to Steve for a while - a couple of years now, if he’s being honest with himself - though it's hard not to be when the guy won the fucking good gene lottery. His eyes, his mouth, those irresistible little moles and freckles scattered across his skin like stars. Eddie’s always thought he was pretty, even back when he had a shit personality, but now-

Now that he knows what Steve is like when he’s protecting the people he cares about, when he wakes up shaking from a nightmare, when he just gets to be his genuine, goofball self without worry, well.

It took Eddie by surprise the first time he felt that swooping sensation in his gut, exactly the way Jeff had explained it to him. The fact that it was preceded by one of Steve’s blinding, sunshine smiles being directed straight at him helped the final pieces snap into place, and the completed puzzle laid before him could only spell out the realization of holy shit, I like Steve.

The feeling hasn’t dulled a bit in the two months since his epiphany, and he almost regrets that he hadn’t felt it sooner, back when he was living with Steve, back when he might have had a chance.

Because now Eddie is jealous. He knows he doesn’t stand a chance with Steve now, because unfortunately, the younger boy seems to have his sights set on someone else.

He doesn’t know exactly when Steve met her, but it’s been about a month since Eddie first heard this new crush mentioned in quiet conversation between Steve and Robin. It became pretty commonplace for Eddie to catch her name coming from one mouth or the other, and now.

Just hearing the name Daisy makes Eddie's skin crawl with envy, especially because the two always stop talking about her when Eddie gets close. It’s like they don't want him to hear anything about this mystery girl, like they know he holds some sort of grudge against someone he’s never even met before.

It’s a stupid thought, but one he can’t shake, especially because it keeps happening, hushed conversations quickly cutting off the moment he’s within earshot. Eddie is beyond frustrated, but he keeps his mouth shut, knows it isn’t really his place to be upset about something that isn’t any of his business.

The night that shit finally hits the fan, they’re having a movie night with just the three of them, just Robin, Steve, and Eddie himself.

Everyone else is busy - something not out of the ordinary with their ragtag bunch - and Eddie shows up a little earlier than they had agreed on. He doesn't think they know he's arrived, he can hear voices still flowing from the kitchen as he closes the front door behind him and heads deeper into the house.

" -don’t know why you keep putting it off! Just ask Daisy out already!"

Eddie freezes just outside the doorway to the kitchen. He shouldn’t be listening, he knows that it will only make the ache in his chest worse, but he can’t bring himself to take those final steps to join them as Steve responds back.

“Come on, Robin, how many times are we gonna talk about this? I'm not- There's no way Daisy likes me like that."

“Well, I think you’re a self-sabotaging idiot, because you’re clearly wrong. Daisy is totally into you!”

A soft sigh. “Just… What if I’m not wrong? It could ruin everything between us, and I don’t want to lose Daisy because of my dumb feelings.”

“Steve…”

Eddie feels his heart sinking at the hopelessness in Steve’s voice, and decides he’s officially done listening to them talk about this. He steps into the room as casually as possible and they both go quiet - fucking again - as he says “Hey guys! What’s up?”

Robin looks at Steve and makes a face that Eddie can’t decipher, and Steve shakes his head. The look on her face shifts into something determined and Steve goes a little pale as she turns to Eddie and says "Hey, Eddie! Perfect timing! Maybe you can help us figure something out?”

“Rob-”

Eddie shrugs as he goes into the fridge and grabs one of the sodas Steve keeps around for the kids. “Uh, sure, I can try.”

“Okay! So there's this girl Steve likes and he refuses to ask her out because he thinks she isn't interested in him!"

Eddie does his best to be nonchalant as he pops the tab on the can. "Is she?"

Robin and Steve reply at the same time, their "Yes!" and "No!" overlapping and leaving Eddie blinking as he processes their reactions. He makes a decision and turns to Robin, says "How do you know she likes him?"

Robin instantly looks smug and she leans in closer, almost conspiratorially. "She's not super obvious about it, but I've been watching! Any time she comes into the shop, she always leans against the counter and plays with her hair, and she gets this dopey look on her face whenever he isn’t looking at her.”

The swig of soda Eddie takes turns to ash in his mouth, and he swallows roughly as he turns to Steve, forcing himself to say “I dunno, man. Sounds to me like she’s pretty interested in you.”

Robin looks at Steve, a clear I told you so on her features that even Eddie can read. Steve pushes a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that makes Eddie want to take the hand in his own and hold it, to help sooth whatever worry Steve has.

“I just don’t know. We don’t really like a lot of the same things, and I- I worry that she would get bored with me after a while.”

“Do you and Robin share everything in common? Do you like exactly the same things?”

The younger two blink at each other before Steve gives a hesitant “No, we don't,” and Eddie shrugs.

“But you're still important to each other. Sometimes what makes you different only makes your relationship stronger. If this girl is worth anything, then you’ll both find a way to make your differences work.”

He points between himself and Steve. "Like us. You don't mind listening to me talk about D&D stuff, and you're the only person besides Wayne who can get me to sit and watch a sports game, because we care about each other's interests."

That little bit of advice feels like a big thing, especially when Steve looks at Eddie like he's shown him how to hang stars in the fucking sky. The wonder shining directly at him is a lot, it makes his heart thud behind his ribs, and he's thankful when it quickly fades into a soft smile.

Steve's response is a gentle “Okay. Okay, yeah, you're right. I’ll ask her out. Thanks, Eddie,” and even though he'd seen it coming, Eddie’s heart breaks. He shrugs it off, says "Yeah, of course, man. Let's uh, let's watch this movie, yeah?"

The rest of the night is - not tense, but there’s definitely something in the air that wasn’t there before. Eddie leaves almost as soon as the movie is over, brushing off Steve’s offer to stay the night in favor of heading back home to wrap himself in his blanket and think about exactly what he’s gotten himself into.

He knows that he can’t be around to see how this unfolds, to see Steve being sweet with some girl. He knows that the jealousy, this unfamiliar creature, will eat him alive from the inside out. Especially because he hasn’t seen Steve like this before.

Usually Steve’s interest in a girl sparks and fades pretty quickly, a bright flash in the pan of his affections. The fact that he’s been hung up on this girl for a whole month - at least a month, he doesn’t actually know if it’s been longer - is actually a big deal.

No, Eddie can’t be around to see Steve’s courtship or whatever the fuck he’s going to try with Daisy. Instead he does something he’s not proud of and makes himself scarce, just running away from his problems again.

Whenever Steve calls him to make plans, Eddie makes himself unavailable. He’s helping Wayne with something, or he’s hanging out with Gareth or Jeff, and he stops going by Family Video entirely. The only time he sees Steve is when they cross paths at the D&D sessions the kids roped him into running, and even then, Eddie manages to keep the interaction as brief as possible.

It works for a solid two weeks, until one Thursday afternoon, he finds Robin on the other side of his front door.

“I’m having a crisis. Can I come in?”

Eddie blinks and barely gets out a “Yeah, sure,” before she’s pushing past him and moving to sit on the nearby couch. He follows and takes the opposite end, one leg folded underneath him as he sits sideways, and she turns to face him.

“So, what’s your crisis, Birdie?”

“My crisis is that you’re avoiding Steve, and it’s making him upset.”

Oh. He hadn’t- no, okay, he had kind of been expecting this to be about Steve, but he hadn’t expected her to come right out and say it.

“I’m not avoiding him.”

“Oh, so he’s just going around being mopey and saying that you won’t hang out with him for absolutely no reason at all?”

Eddie gives a half-hearted shrug and leans into the back of the couch. “I don't always have to hang out with you guys, you know. I have other friends, other things to worry about. Besides, I thought he would be too busy with Daisy to even realize I was- not around as much.”

Robin’s eyes narrow, and for a brief moment Eddie knows just what it feels like to be a bug pinned to a display, laid out for someone to see to the very core of him. “Well, that’s also why I’m here. He’s tried asking her out but she keeps dodging the question, and things keep popping up that keep her from saying yes. I wanted to ask if you had any advice?”

Eddie punches down the glee that begins to bubble up and tries to be cool as he responds “You’re going to ask the guy who’s never been on a date for dating advice? For Steve Harrington?”

“You’ve been on dates! You’ve mentioned people you’ve been out with!”

“Yeah, to fuck, Robin. There was no actual dating involved.”

Robin flaps her hands a little in dismissal. “Okay, well just- Humor me for a second here. How do you think he should ask her out? Because obviously whatever he’s trying isn’t working.”

Eddie doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to give Steve’s best friend advice on how he should ask out some girl, when all he wants is to have the younger boy all to himself. He wants to be selfish, to deny her request and send her on her way.

Unfortunately, Steve's happiness seems to be his priority, even if it means he finds that happiness with someone else.

“Well, has he asked her out or has he asked her to hang out?”

“What’s the difference?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, motherfucking hell. “Okay, so like, I personally wouldn’t know if someone was asking me out unless they said it outright. ‘Hey, I like you and want to take you on a date, will you go out with me?’ If he’s just asking her to hang out then she may not realize he means it as a date, so he needs to be blunt.”

Robin blinks before she hums in understanding. “That makes a lot of sense, actually. If you- If she's never been on a date, then she wouldn't be familiar with the signs of romantic interest as opposed to purely sexual interest. So he should say it outright."

"Exactly."

"That actually does help, surprisingly. Thanks, Eddie."

"Glad my lack of experience could be of service to you, Birdie. Anything else I can help you with on this fine Thursday evening?"

She bites her lip, suddenly nervous, and Eddie almost regrets asking. “Just- do me a favor; when Steve asks you to hang out again, say yes, okay?”

Eddie can’t hold in his grimace as he says “And be forced to listen to him go on about his new girl? Yeah, no thanks.”

Robin goes completely silent and when he looks up at her, she's giving him that pointed stare again.

"Eddie-" Oh no. "-are you jealous?"

He scoffs and cuts his eyes away from Robin, unable to look at her as he says "There's nothing to be jealous of, Robin."

“Oh, yeah, so you’re totally cool about Steve going out with Daaaisyyyy?”

His face must do something involuntarily, because Robin lets out a squeal and reaches across the short distance to slap him on the leg, a reaction that isn't uncommon for her but something that still takes Eddie by surprise every time.

“Fucking ow!”

“Holy shit, you like Steve! I knew it! I mean, I had my suspicions, but you totally fucking do, don’t you?”

Eddie shakes his head, pushes his hands into his hair and tugs slightly to release some of his quickly building anxiety.

“Nope, no, we’re not going to talk about this.”

“But Eddie-”

“Robin! Steve is literally in the process of trying to ask out some girl! My feelings don’t even factor into this situation, so fucking drop it!” He knows he being mean, but he can’t stop himself from snapping as he stares Robin down, as he watches the expression on her face shift-

It’s like she’s just realized something terrible, something absolutely horrific, and she immediately backs off with a soft “Sorry…”

Eddie sighs and slumps into the couch, drags his hands down and presses his palms into his eyes until he sees spots. The silence between them is heavy for a moment before he feels Robin moving closer, and he finds himself suddenly wrapped in a hug. He leans into her, lets her hold him for a moment as she asks “What are you doing Saturday?”

“Nothing, as far as I’m aware.”

“Steve is on a closing shift, and I’m off. Maybe I could come over and we could watch something? Something weird that only we would like. As an apology for being pushy.”

The metalhead hums in consideration. “You have to bring the movie and the snacks.”

Robin just laughs and nods. “Yeah, deal.”

Eddie feels a little better over the next two days. Having someone else know, even if he didn’t really confirm it, leaves him feeling a bit lighter. He’s not worried about Robin telling Steve, he trusts her not to expose his feelings like that, and he finds himself really looking forward to spending some one-on-one time with the girl.

The knock sounds on the door half an hour earlier than Eddie expected, and he yells out a “Just a second!” as he quickly pulls his hair up into a loose ponytail. He’s freshly showered after doing a little work on his old van, and he’s dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt that he had swiped from Steve’s place - Robin’s sweatshirt, actually, if the ‘HHS Marching Band’ scrawled across the front is any indication.

“You’re early, Birdie! I thought we said-”

His sentence dies off as he opens the door to find Steve fucking Harrington on the other side.

This is- It’s very much unexpected, and not the social encounter Eddie had been preparing himself for tonight, especially when Steve looks like actual perfection in a polo that hugs his arms and chest just right and brings out the greens in his hazel eyes.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

Steve takes a breath, and Eddie gets the sense that he’s nervous, but why-

“I know that you’re expecting Robin, and I’m sorry for just springing this on you, but- Will you go out with me? On a date- a romantic date. Robin said you had planned for a movie night so I brought-”

He lifts a hand and Eddie’s eyes cut down to see a bag clenched in one, and in the other a bouquet of red daisies that make Eddie’s heart stop.

“I brought The Evil Dead and The Thing, and I uh, I made that pasta you like, literally pulled it off the stove before I came over.”

He’s looking at Eddie expectantly, but there’s so much to process and nothing makes sense, and Eddie can’t- He doesn’t -

“I don’t- I don’t understand what’s happening right now. You- You’re-”

Steve’s expression goes soft and he nods towards the trailer. “Can I come in?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just steps back so Steve can come inside, and watches as he sets the bag on the counter but keeps his hold on the flowers. Eddie closes the door behind them and asks “I thought you were working tonight?”

“Yeah, uhm. Robin took my shift so I could come over. She told me- And I had to-”

Steve pushes his free hand through his hair and Eddie waits, watches as he builds up the courage to-

“I like you, Eddie, I have for months. I think about you all the time, and I hate that you don’t live with me anymore, and I can’t- I thought I was being obvious about it, but I was wrong, so now I’m being blunt because apparently that’s what it’s going to take.”

Steve offers the bouquet to him, pushes it into the space between them, and Eddie’s eyes snap to the flowers as he gives a weak “But what- what about Daisy? You been talking to Robin about her for weeks, so-”

“Eddie, you’re Daisy."

He- What?

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn’t just talk about my feelings for you in the open. I never knew who would be around, if it would be safe, so I uh, I came up with a code name for you. It was actually Robin’s idea, but that’s probably not surprising. But, yeah. You're Daisy, I like you and I want- I want to be your boyfriend, Eddie. If that's what you want too?"

Eddie’s heart is racing. He almost can’t believe what Steve is saying, he actually-?

“I’ve never liked someone before.”

Steve blinks at Eddie’s admission, and the older continues before he loses the last of his nerve.

“You’re literally the first person I’ve ever liked, and I thought- For a long time I thought I was broken, that there might be something wrong with me, because having sex was never an issue but crushes and romance felt like an alien fucking concept. And then I spent four months getting to know you, the four best months of my entire life, and I realized that holy shit, I think I love Steve, and it’s-”

Eddie takes a breath, trying to steady himself as he takes in Steve’s wide-eyed expression.

“No one told me how fucking terrifying it is, how big it feels, how mean it can make you. Every time I even heard the name Daisy I wanted to dig my nails into something and tear, because I didn’t want you to think about her, I wanted-”

He doesn’t realize he’s shaking until Steve steps into his space and reaches out, one big hand moving to grab his wrist, something that instantly helps ground him, and the other gently cupping his jaw.

“There is no girl, Eddie. Baby, sunshine. There’s just you, only you.”

And Eddie feels like he’s going to collapse. He jerks forward, arms wrapping around Steve and face pushing into the crook of his neck, and he’s grateful when Steve lets it happen, when he pulls Eddie close and just holds him, letting everything sink in.

His eventual “Yes,” is muffled by the fabric of Steve’s shirt, and the younger hums in question. Eddie pulls back so he can look at Steve properly as he clarifies. “You asked me out on a date, and you said you want to be my boyfriend, if that’s what I want. And yes, fuck yes, that’s what I want, Stevie.”

Steve beams at him, another one of those sunshine smiles that warms Eddie from the inside out. He watches as Steve pulls away and stoops to grab the flowers - he must have dropped them in his haste to comfort Eddie - and offers them a second time. Eddie takes them with a soft smile, can’t help but jibe “You know I don’t have a vase for these, right?” and Steve shrugs.

“We can trim them down, put them in one of the mugs. Vases are overrated anyway.”

Eddie laughs in agreement and sets out to do just that. He feels light as air as he and Steve move around the little kitchen, Eddie tending to the bouquet as Steve dishes out the pasta he brought into a couple of bowls.

It’s so nice. It’s just like when they were living together, the easy harmony that they had coming back to them so naturally, but now with a different undertone. Now, Steve touches his waist as he passes by, he lets Eddie lean into him, lets their fingers brush meaningfully as he hands over Eddie’s food.

They eat right there at the counter, shoulders brushing as Steve talks about what happened yesterday at work, as Eddie recounts last night's D&D session with the kids. Eddie can’t stop smiling, he feels like fucking giggling, and Steve isn’t much better off, his eyes full of stars as he listens to Eddie talk.

Their first kiss tastes like red sauce and pasta, and Eddie is so unprepared for how it is to kiss someone when there are actual feelings involved. It only reinforces the buzz in the back of his mind, that distinct impression of home that he gets whenever he's around Steve.

They eventually end up on the couch, Eddie mostly in Steve's lap and arms wrapped around each other, and Eddie’s never felt so utterly content.

They’re most of the way through The Thing when he tips his head up so he can look at Steve with a soft “So, I gotta ask… Of all the ‘secret code names’ you could have chosen for me, why Daisy?”

And Steve flushes. He looks away, and Eddie can feel him lacing their fingers together as he speaks.

“Don’t laugh, but uh, when I was little, my babysitter used to take me to the nearby park all the time. I was a pretty rambunctious kid, so it was a normal thing for us. One day we were walking to the park, and I saw that there was a daisy growing out of a crack in the sidewalk. I’d never seen something like that before, and I thought it was so cool, so I showed it to my babysitter.

"She said ‘You know, sometimes people are like this daisy. Life puts them in a hard spot, and they think they won't ever be able to grow. But some daisies are stubborn, and make the choice to grow anyway.' And that’s what you are, Eddie. A stubborn little daisy, still growing despite the hard circumstances around you. That's why I picked it.”

He finally looks up to meet Eddie’s gaze and frowns, says a soft “Oh, baby,” as he reaches out and wipes at the tears building in Eddie’s eyes. Eddie grabs the hand and holds it to his cheek as he blinks back the waterworks, and he just feels so much-

“I fucking love you, Steve Harrington. I know it’s probably way too early to say that, but god, I need you to know that someone loves you.”

And Steve melts. That’s the only way Eddie can put it, his boyfriend - and god, what a crazy thing to even think - goes completely gooey as he leans in and presses his forehead to Eddie’s.

“After all the shit we’ve been through, I think we’re allowed to do things a little early, yeah? And, just so there’s no more confusion, I love you too.”

A year later finds Eddie slowly pulled to consciousness, gently guided by the morning sunshine streaming in from a nearby window. It takes a moment for his sleepy brain to wake up, to register the feeling of Steve pressing feather-light kisses to the cluster of daisies that decorate the back of Eddie’s shoulder. He hums softly in approval and can almost feel Steve smile as he mutters “Morning, Daisy Bell,” against sleep-warmed skin.

Eddie huffs a laugh and turns just enough to capture Steve’s mouth with his own, morning breath be damned.

“Mornin’, buttercup.”

#this took too long for how short it is tbh #i did do some research on demiromanticism #but this is based more around story flow than accuracy #so it may not be a super realistic depiction #lexsspringfanworkschallenge #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #joey writes #free cookie for anyone who can pinpoint the line that had me giggling like a fucking maniac lol

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satan-is-obsessed · 1 year

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modern steddie au where Corroded Coffin is opening for Scene Queen and Steve came to see her live cause he has parental issues and related to "Pretty in Pink", anyways he sees Eddie in a black mesh top, covered in tattoos and can't stop looking at him or thinking about him even after the main act begins. Little does he know Eddie spotted him almost immediately and decided to join him in the crowd. Steve gets taken out of his thoughts by a low voice whispering in his ear

"couldn't help noticing you staring at me, big boy"

#long story short they definitely go to the bathroom together #and grab drinks afterwards #someone write this #i'm begging #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #rockstar eddie munson #babygirl steve harrington #fanfic prompt #steddie au #modern au #scene queen #corroded coffin

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fastcardotmp3 · 11 months

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here we go again

for @steddiemicrofic July 2023 prompt: POOL | words: 442 | rated: T | no warnings

"Hey, batter-batter, hey, batter-batter, swing!"

"Jesus Christ, Rob," Steve laments as his fingers, so deftly gripped around the pool cue in hand, slips and sends his aim off and one of Robin's balls sinking into the corner pocket. “Am I not handicapped enough as is?”

He motions to the thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose with one hand, setting down the cue and picking up his drink to down the last mouthful of beer with the other, but Robin just waves her own empty glass in his direction with a sly grin.

“Loser's round, Popeye, you know the rules."

And he does, because this is sort of tradition at this point, knowing that when they play pool Steve will be buying, but when they play darts Robin will. They've had the same system in place for years, since even before they gave their stint on the west coast the boot and decided to become Midwestern kids once again, Windy City edition.

Steve is paying today, because they're playing pool, because Robin just finished writing her thesis and deserves a few free beers on her best friend's dime, so he grumbles to keep up appearances, bumps her shoulder as he passes, and makes his way up to the bar.

It should be obvious sooner than it is, that their usual bartender isn't waiting with Steve's open tab, already filling two glasses at the sight of his approach, but bad vision, right? The mere act of not expecting what's actually waiting there for him, right?

The last time Steve saw Eddie Munson, his hair was longer, he had fewer hoops in his ears, and he was still pulling on his shirt as he walked out the door and let is slam closed behind him.

The last time Eddie saw him, Steve was spitting vitriol about being too coward to stick around.

Both of their breath freezes when their eyes meet across the bar under low light and hazy memory. This is not part of the system.

“You don't work here.”

It's not the most elegant of openings, but at least it's concise.

“Started last week,” Eddie clears his throat, and Steve goes stupid, the way he can't help the spark of youthful want burning in his chest over top time-soothed heartache.

Want for something new amidst the old; want for something he never really stopped wanting.

“I can feel Robin looking at us,” Eddie says with a glance towards the pool table.

“Yeah.”

Steve doesn't have to look, just has to breathe through the sight of Eddie Munson, laughing drily on an exhale.

“Well, Harrington,” he shakes his head, “here we go again, huh?”

#dot fic #steddiemicroficjuly #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #this was a fun lil brain teaser!#and a fun game of 'shut up dot' which is always good tbh #oh to create the implications of a larger story in a few short words what a treat

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doomsdaybby · 6 months

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chapter one: pre-soak. laundromat!steve au x fem!reader mini series. you can find the blurb here 🫶🏻

content/warnings: strangers to lovers, barely any plot (no twists or turns, just watch two cuties fall in love), no use of y/n, fluff, mutual pining, steve is such a sweetheart, soft!steve 🥹, steve being a lovesick puppy, reader is just a little mean, jealous!steve at points, ronance bc I love them, eventual smut (not this chapter), she/her pronouns and physical female descriptions used for reader character throughout.

word count: 2.9k

I do not proofread my work, so please be forgiving of any mistakes.

Suds N’ Sparks Laundromat. Spring 1989.

Steve Harrington works round the clock shifts for exactly four dollars an hour to make ends meet. From sunrise to sunset, his life was surrounded by flickering yellow lights (if you looked closely enough you could see the moths that had scuttled too close to the hot bulbs), emptied pockets of spilled quarters on countertops and the rhythmic mind-numbing rumble of washing machines that soon became white noise.

Steve had already run through exactly eight job positions in the last four years. Don’t ask him how, he seems to never make it stick. The conclusion drew to him a while back that he was the world’s biggest fuck up, and that’s the way it was supposed to be.

It wasn't all bad, he worked alone, the regulars were nice enough and the paycheck was on the surprisingly sunny side compared to Scoops Ahoy, Family Video, camp counseling, that one busboy position that lasted five minutes, and the paperboy, and… you get the point.

It was working well enough for him right now, covering the rent and bills for his and Robin’s shared apartment, and of course gas money, whilst saving him a little extra on the side for whatever his heart desired, and that was all he could ask for. Besides, there weren't many openings left in Hawkins for him to fall back on, almost every business manager the town had on offer had mindlessly sifted through Steve Harrington’s glistening -eye roll- resume since the fall of 1985 at one point or another.

He had to somehow make this one last longer than 8 months, his new year's resolution, or else Steve would surely have to pack up his shit and leave.

Though for right now, the laundromat put an undetermined stop in the infinite revolving door that was his employment track record, and it felt like a small sigh of relief that the customers actually seemed to like him. A lot.

Mrs Fletcher, who insisted on Steve calling her by her first name Helen (he never did), brought in exactly two baskets of laundry at precisely 5pm every Friday evening. Not a minute early, not a second late. Mrs Fletcher was a single woman in her mid to late 50’s, give or take, and was not resistant to the irresistible Harrington charm, despite Steve never uttering a single flirtatious syllable in her direction.

He was woefully made aware that she was single because she made an intentional point to mention it every. single. week. Divorced, husband left her in a bunch of debt yada yada blah blah. Whatever. You would think that he was joking, a tad on the dramatic side maybe, but Helen managed to slip it in there at one point or another during each conversation.

She actually lived on Maple Street, only a couple houses down from the Wheeler’s. Steve remembers her kind waves and cheery ‘Hello’s’ to him and Nancy during their highschool sweetheart days. But since word most certainly got around in Hawkins, once Jonathon Byers took his place linked hand in hand with his past burning flame, it wasn't difficult to put two and two together that the pair had split. So once Steve appeared at the closest local laundromat, Helen Fletcher was positively thrilled.

Steve was in the thick of his routinely one-sided chat with his admirer, elbows resting spread east and west on the counter and arms stretched out in front of him in closed palms, eyes beginning to glaze over since having swapped her one dollar note for four quarters almost twenty minutes ago. Though the shrill ting of the doorbell thankfully pulled him from the jumping record that were his strained, yet still polite, ‘uh huh’-s and ‘oh really’-s.

Robin stumbled through the door, a pull-string hamper hanging heavy by the crook of her elbow, Nancy linked snugly in the other. They both cheesed wide at Steve’s unfortunate current predicament, seemingly unaware of the disapproving grumbles and wary eyes of the few balding middle-aged men slouched on the wooden chairs opposite the rowdy dryers, newspapers held up to their brows.

Though they continued with grace, still very much knitted as one strutting hip to hip and sharing an all too knowing glance, one that only read trouble and hours of persistent teasing that Steve was bitterly well acquainted with. Robin slings the hamper onto the counter that sat at the very back wall with a leaded thud, requesting smaller change in favor of a one dollar bill outstretched in her hand, much like her new shoulder buddy, who is now non-discretely grumbling behind her teeth.

Robin notices, and turns to flash the older woman a pearly ear-to-ear grin, blinking her eyes as if to say ‘need something?’. Helen glowered, lips curled up in clear aggravation. Nancy disguises a poorly hidden grin behind a wipe of her mouth, and Robin’s off-putting aura worked its well-oiled charm as Mrs Fletcher went about her business. Seven days of rest, and Steve felt like he could breathe again. At least she took the hint?

“We did laundry two days ago” Steve looks disappointed, jaw falling somewhat slack.

“You’re so right. But, uhm, we had a problem” Robin’s lips downturn with a shred of guilt, albeit short lived, her left eye creasing under the lower lash in a semi-squint.

“Problem? What problem?”

Nancy’s cheeks are sucked in, rows of teeth biting the inside to stifle her giggling, accentuating her structured features. Though Steve couldn’t put his finger on what was so funny.

“We tried to make dinner. Dinner involved red wine. We drank some of it, it was good, and then we kindaspilledsaidredwineverywhere” She finished in a hurry at the conclusion, speaking incoherently from the corner of her mouth.

Now the ceaseless snickering made sense. They were not drunk by any means, but a little too merry and conversing an octave too high for the closing curtain of Steve’s shift. Ten hours of staring at the same four plant-lined poorly painted carolina blue walls was enough to make anyone go stir crazy. Though in the warmer months the breeze was admittedly very refreshing with the door wedged open, so that was a perk.

Steve tips out a hand to take the bag from Robin with a sigh, a deepening crease in his brow and not enough confidence in his chest to watch the two flounder and fidget with the washing machines.

“You’re not angry?” Nancy taunts, almost expectant, with rounded eyes and fingers now laced with Robin’s as they turn to follow Steve to the large island of cheap wood and steel legs that stood point blank in the middle of the room, the swirling barrels of damp and drying laundry surrounding it.

“Ask me again tomorrow” he responds with an exhausted huff, a hint of a scoff. Steve empties out the soiled linens onto the countertop, surveying each garment to assess the damage.

“Jesus, did you guys rob the liquor store?”

Surely they had used more than one, maybe even more than two bottles of wine for whatever they decided promoted them to culinary artists for the evening. More snickering, though they both prodded and knocked one another at the hip. If Steve rolled his eyes any harder they would spin out of his head.

So Steve guided Robin and Nancy to the chairs opposite where he was shoving clothing one by one into the drum of the washing machine, eyeing them warily like toddlers in a playpen, wishing that they would quieten down before the disgruntled muttering of the elderly man at the other end of their row of chairs transitioned into uncensored hate speech.

Steve resorts to mumbling to himself about how they were going to eventually get him in big trouble having to defend them from their own big mouths, and the potential consequences of said unfiltered big mouths, one day or another. He reaches into the bottom of the hamper to pull out a mauve coloured table cloth, that was now three quarters a giant violet stain.

Steve is too tired for a Friday evening and he wished that the last forty-five minutes of his shift would wrap up as swiftly as it was for his two hysterical friends to fuck up a brand new table cloth. He grasps the material edge to edge in his fists, obscuring his view as he begins to walk forwards, ignoring the familiar ting-ing of the small bell above the janky door, as Robin and Nancy exchanged grimaces and mocking chastising in voices that were supposed to resemble Steve’s scoldings.

Though Steve doesn’t quite make it to the washer, instead crashing chest first into your towering and, for lack thereof a better word, foreboding laundry basket, thus by default, you. Your walkman clatters to the black and white tiled floor, Fleetwood Mac cassette striking loose to slide under an adjacent tumble-dryer with a grainy swish. The headphones dislodge from the plug-in, now hanging lopsided from your ears as your ass smacks to the ground, a dull painful shockwave radiating up your tailbone.

“Fuck!” a curse exclaimed in unison, and Steve is already hauling himself up off the floor, “Watch where you’re fuc-” a helping hand in front of your face before you can even finish your sentence, teeth clacking shut in silence at the unexpected assistance.

“Could say the same to you” Steve replied, back twinging as he lugs you up off the floor, “Sorry, it’s been a long day and-” he looks at you properly then, and absentmindedly squeezes your hand in kindness. You watch him expectantly, dusting off your flared jeans with your free hand, wincing something awful as you cup your lower back.

“Shit, shit” He starts quickly, eyes growing partly wide with urgence, forgetting that you were about to rip him a new asshole. “Are you okay?” his brows pinch to mirror yours, gaze flicking in a hurry from the pained expression on your face to the palm nursing right above your tailbone. It was genuine, his concern, you can hear it in his buttery tone.

“No,” you respond in a way that delivered meaner than you intended, before saying a little kinder, “That really fucking hurt”. You release a breath of a laugh, barely there but it could still be heard whilst Steve steadies you, hands still firmly clasped together. He’s warm, maybe too warm, skin soft and his hands are much larger than your own.

“Hey, didn’t you work at that ice cream place a couple years ago? At the mall? Obviously before it burned down and everything” You ask, eyes curious and voice blanketed in familiarity. Steve blinks at you, blindsided by how the now setting sun reflects in your gentle glassy stare, and you realize that you’re still holding hands.

“You flirted with me once, desperation must be your thing” you continued with a small chuckle when he didn't answer, a jab at yourself rather than him, the previous question more rhetorical and an obvious nose-dive attempt of a dialogue starter.

You release him lightly, and Steve becomes aware a little late when you eye him warily, brows pulling together in an uneasy crease, slightly taken aback by his silence. The patch of stillness was awkward, though it gave you a moment to survey him.

“He’s not much of a ladies man anymore” Robin chimes in with a jump from her seat, the saving grace to the now painfully uncomfortable atmosphere. Steve runs a hand down his face, partially catching his lower lids. Please, God, if you’re listening, just fucking kill me, he thought to himself.

You hum, and Steve’s cheeks dust the rosiest shade of pink when you give him a once over, though you’re leaning a little away from him now. His blue green long sleeved is bunched up to make a three quarter length, though his left has slipped down to his wrist now. Two shiny metal buttons are undone, a sliver of a white undershirt peeking through at the collar. There’s a faded spot of spilt laundry detergent splashed right where his heart sits.

Robin is never going to let him forget this moment for the rest of his life.

Steve was a very handsome guy, you couldn’t deny that. You even thought he was pretty cute the few times he served you raspberry ripple ice cream with sprinkles on top. The sailor outfit was a nice touch, though he clearly never got much action. You were lucky enough to audience some of his failed pick-up lines back then. Poor thing, his ego must have been so battered and bruised.

Your mouth curls at the corner fondly, “Uh, thankyou, by the way. For helping me up”.

“I should have watched where I was fucking going” Steve says, finishing off your earlier snipped jab, eyebrows hitting his hairline and dusting his hands off on his jeans. He dips his face away, but you can see the rippling of smile lines that adorn his cheeks.

“And yeah, yeah I worked at Scoops. You from around here?” Desperate to change the subject, the tips of his ears were flaring up. The regular A/C now didn’t feel like enough, he was hot with embarrassment. You're beginning to pick up the dropped laundry now with Nancy and Robin’s help, after setting your lonely headphones and busted walkman onto the counter. Steve also resumed his previous task.

“I’m from Roanoke, you know, just outside Fort Wayne?” Steve nods, still focused on the wine-stained linens. You continue, “My Dad lives out here, so I've been back and forth, more so the last couple years since I left high school”. Steve makes a mental note, no wonder he can’t quite place you.

“When’d you graduate?” he asks, and Robin winces though she doesn’t really know why. Steve glances up from Nancy’s soft blouse in his hands, running the fabric through his fingertips as he watches you.

“‘82” your nose wrinkles, quickly darting a pair of red underwear into the machine next to Steve. He pretends that he didn’t notice. You were older, even if it was just a couple years. Steve liked that.

“Why move out to Hawkins?” Nancy invades with interest, though you welcome the extra input with grace. It had been a while since anyone had shown this much interest in you. Your lips twist faintly in contemplation, not wanting to overshare whilst seeking their prolonged attention for as long as you could have it. Greedy, really. But it felt nice, normal.

“Change of pace. I like it here” you answer her question with honesty, which was accepted for what it was. Though none of them really understood why you would like Hawkins, almost everyone in the small town wanted to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.

Steve Harrington stayed later that shift, the extent of his fatigue and burning desire to collapse in bed numbed by this new infatuation. Maybe the reminder of having the weekend off was enough to ice the burn. You shared enough but too much considering the three before you were strangers, though not even an hour with them and you felt like you had known them for years.

You spoke mostly with Robin and Nancy, Steve chiming in here and there. His gaze was either trained on you or his fidgeting fingers the entire time it took for your laundry to wash and dry. The girls were giggling, and he managed to get a good look at how your under-eyes crinkle when you smiled, the inattentive purse of your lips when you just sat and listened, specks of mascara dusting underneath your lashes where you had been clumsy.

This might become a problem, he thought.

“See you around, sparky” You wave once your now pristine laundry was folded into the basket a whole ninety minutes after your crash to the floor, a natural charm laced in the flash of a closed mouth smile, a cordial wave to your new friendly acquaintances. Steve felt the air settle once you left, he blinked, his heart had skipped a couple beats. You’d forgotten your tape, your walkman, and your headphones.

Steve raises a hand from the counter, fingers twiddling kindly in your direction. The upturn of his mouth is completely unfeigned, and it makes his stomach twist and his legs feel unsteady.

Robin and Steve turn to look at eachother, hands on his hips and a couple beads of sweat stippling his hairline. She’s smiling, an evil thing with no malice behind it. Nancy's lower jaw is sitting loose, her lips parted, watching Steve as if the stars are aligning before her very eyes.

“Robs,” he deadpans, a warning. “Please. Don’t say anything” he feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck with clammy fingers.

Nancy and Robin crook their necks to peer at each other, Nancy’s bottom lip is firmly tucked into her top row of teeth, a grin spreading wide. Robin’s mouth is purely hanging open in amazement, and Steve braced himself for what was to come.

They both inhale and Steve screws his eyes closed with a steady inhale through the nose. Reels of kissing noises are thrown his way, the two women’s puckered lips and incessant snorting makes Steve want to crawl out of his skin. He can’t hear whatever raised-pitched fun they’re making of him, drowning it out as much as he is able whilst fishing the car keys from his pocket. Another perk of the job, considering the laundromat was twenty-four hours, he didn’t have to close.

“You guys are assholes” Steve remarks, but the glimmer of a smirk remains just the same.

thankyou for reading this if you made it to the end! 🫶🏻 pls reblog & comment if you like this! I haven’t written fully like this in a good while so i’m feeling pretty anxious. much love x

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eddieslittlefreak · 1 year

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I really like it about Steddie that they kind of just.. get the best out of each other.

So first of all.

As we know Eddie was bullied mostly in all his life, yet he never seemed to care and kept on being himself. But maybe those mean words gave him some small cuts and when it’s late at night and everything in silent, he thinks about all of those insults he got in school. He laughs at some, and some of them hurt him.

And this is where Steve comes to the picture.

Steve doesn’t want Eddie to be anyone else. He not just accepts everything of his, but he straight up loves everything that Eddie is. And also everything that Eddie loves. Seriously. If Eddie mentions something new that Steve didn’t hear from him before, he goes absolutely feral. Like Eddie says he thinks old coins have some strange value he can’t even explain and boom. Steve shows up to him with some old coins, because he didn’t settle untill he found some in his father’s drawer. Steve also likes to listen to anything that Eddie talks about. Maybe sometimes he doesn’t really understand what is going on, but he still stares at Eddie with those shiny, curious eyes of his and it actually makes Eddie feel like he cares. That Steve is interested in anything that Eddie has to say.

And when it’s late at night, nothing is silent anymore.

Steve has this habit, that when he feels safe with someone, he laughs and talks louder, because he knows - or hopes - that they won’t tell him to shut up. Eddie never does. He goes along with Steve’s bad jokes and always shit talks with him about anyone, even about people who he doesn’t know. Eddie shows Steve some of his music which turns out to actually match Steve’s taste. Well, he doesn’t know any of the artists, but he really likes the songs. He also really really adores to watch Eddie getting lost in the current song, just humming to himself while doing something else. Steve has trouble looking away from him even for a moment.

And when the clock shows that it’s 2am, Eddie knows that around this time his stomach is usually in a knot and he can’t shut his thoughts down. But nowdays, everything is much more different. Most of the nights he has this beautiful boy lying on his chest, hugging his torso. Even when Steve falls asleep, Eddie stays up a bit more, just running his fingers through on Steve’s hair and smiling to himself. The ticking of the clock isn’t a sign of another night spent staying up in fear anymore.

And then there’s Steve.

He is clear with the fact that he wasn’t exactly a good person in the past, and this haunts him every day. He hopes he still have time to correct those mistakes. He have grown as a person in the last few years, but there is still more to go. We can say that sometimes he forces himself to change, because he is desperate.

Eddie calms him down.

When Steve is with Eddie, everything is okay. Usually when Steve meets someone new, they expect him to change after they get to know him. Most of the time it’s like that, but with Eddie it’s nothing even close to that feeling. Eddie doesn’t want him to change. He understands that there are things Steve would like to work on and he is there to help and support. He doesn’t want Steve to lock away any of these bad things. Just like Eddie doesn’t want Steve to cover any parts of his past. He knows Steve has been hurt and used multiple times before and he is terrified of Eddie leaving him. Here’s the thing; Eddie isn’t stressing about it, because he have decided to prove Steve that he will stay. That he will spend his life with him and do every single thing Steve ever wanted to try. For a small start. Steve never had breakfast at the table in the morning, because most of the time he was alone, his parents nowhere near or in a rush. This is the first thing Eddie does. Once when Steve sleeps in his trailer, he wakes up earlier and makes some breakfast and puts it on the kitchen counter. When Steve stumbles out, his eyes still half closed, hair messy, and only wearing one of Eddie’s band shirts along with his boxers, he becomes speechless. Eddie just smiles, then walks up to him and presses a kiss on his boy’s lips, and honestly? He feels like a proud housewife. Steve is keep on asking “is this for me? will you stay and eat this with me?”. Eddie is nodding like crazy, the smile never leaving his face. He is happier than ever, because he can give Steve something he never got to experience before. And this is just the first little step towards all of those things they can try and do together.

No one can argue with me that they are meant to be.

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wildsupernova · 1 year

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oh, brother.

summary: after a trip to indianapolis, steve starts a long distance relationship with the lead singer of a band performing at a popular grunge bar. little does he know he’s actually dating his best friend’s sister.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: vulgar language, insinuations of sex

authors note

i’m gonna be honest with you guys, this is kind of a shitpost chapter just so i can put something out while i work on more serious stuff lol. i don’t really know how i feel about it but hey, i think it’s pretty funny, so enjoy.

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Steve had no idea Eddie had a sister until he started dating her.

Looking back on it, it should have been obvious. Despite minute physical differences in appearance, they were practically the same person; same attitude, same likes and dislikes, same sarcastic looks and semi-annoying attitude. Eddie had talked about her once or twice, never really knowing enough about her to share any useful information. All he’d ever said was that his uncle told him he had a sister he’d never met.

Steve had only met her on a roadtrip to Indianapolis with Robin. It was an impromptu trip to mark Robin’s last summer before college (even though she was only enrolled in community college a half hour away), with Robin claiming she wanted to enjoy her ‘last few days of freedom.’ They’d already spent the first half of the week with the rest of the group, so when Robin suggested she and Steve pack a few things and spend the weekend in Indianapolis, Steve was quick to fill his bags and grab his keys.

They’d been itching for something to do since driving into town, dropping their bags off in their cheap motel rooms and aimlessly driving around town to find something to do. They’d seen a few small paper signs taped to light posts about a concert going on in the basement of some grunge bar, deciding it was about the only thing they could find that wasn’t closed at 10 pm on a Thursday. After a 15 minute drive through downtown Indianapolis in an effort to find a place, they finally pulled into the dark parking lot behind the building and made their way down the ramp to the basement.

The basement was probably no wider than the basement of Steve’s house, packed from wall to wall with teens and young adults that were drunk, high, or both. A small stage sat against the wall across from the bar, a few stage lights hanging from the ceiling and a black curtain cutting off the stage from whatever laid behind it. The band’s equipment sat on the stage; a drumset, an electric bass, a guitar. The bright purple guitar sitting next to the microphone stand reminded Steve a lot of Eddie’s, making a mental note to tell Eddie about this place next time he tagged along.

Steve and Robin didn’t know how long they had been standing there before the stage lights kicked on, the second hand high and alcohol all mixing together thanks to a bar that didn’t card and a smoke circle going on in one of the far corners. Anyone else from Hawkins might have had a heart attack seeing it, but Steve was just glad nobody had started popping pills or snorting lines; he’d been to far too many parties with those kinds of people.

Steve, deciding to spend the night sober considering he was the one that had to drive the two of them back to the motel, was on Robin babysitting duty, despite the fact that he was doing a really shitty job of it; she’d already found her home with one of the other girls in the venue, drink in hand and distant look in her eyes. When he went over to make sure she was alright, the other girl assured him she was sober and Robin was in good hands, so he decided to let her have her fun for the night and mingle amongst the crowd.

As soon as the curtain on the back of the stage opened, the crowd started to go wild, sending out whistles and cheers at the performers that began to fill the stage. He hadn’t seen the name of the band on the sign, nor was it anywhere in the venue, so he didn’t know what to expect. This wasn’t exactly his usual hangout, only coming to places like this whenever Eddie landed a gig or wanted to get loose for the night. He decided to just stand to the back of the crowd and watch as the band set up, eyes never leaving the stage as the last band member came through the curtains.

You were probably one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, basked in the red and blue stage lights shimmering a few feet above you. The black leather skirt you wore covered very little, so short it was a wonder it covered anything at all. A white t-shirt covered in colorful paint splatters was tucked into it, covered by a leather jacket littered with patches, doodles, and pins. The fishnet tights that adorned your legs were ripped in various places and disappeared under the tops of thick black combat boots, with a belt loosely hanging around your waist that tied everything together. Your maroon painted lips curled up in a confident smile, and you winked at Steve as the two of you locked eyes.

He was hardly able to focus on anything except you, taking note of the way your eyes closed when you got particularly into your performance, or the way your black painted nails shimmered in the light as your delicate hands wrapped around the neck of the guitar. He drowned in your cover of Pat Benatar’s Heartbreaker, and let every note flow through him and cover him like the smoke floating around his head. 45 minutes later and the set was over, much to his dismay, and he sighed as he watched you walk back through the black curtains behind you.

Fully prepared to leave and never see you again, he went on his search to find Robin, finding her engaged in a heated game of drunk Rock-Paper-Scissors with the group of girls she’d found a home with at the beginning of the night. Steve, deciding to let her be, decided to take a seat at the bar, nursing a Coke to pass the time.

“Quite the show out there tonight. The usual?” The bartender, a thin blonde woman wearing the most extravagant goth makeup Steve had ever seen, spoke to someone behind Steve’s back as she dried out one of the glasses. The woman she was speaking to sat down in the barstool next to Steve’s, leaning her top half on the bartop.

“You know me better than anyone.” The bartender nodded and smiled in response, setting off on getting you your drink. Steve glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes but didn’t say anything, much to your disappointment. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something to me all night. Figured you’d at least come a little closer to the stage.”

“Didn’t want to bother you.” He saw you swivel the barstool towards him, legs crossed and leaning one arm against the bar.

“Pretty face like yours could never be a bother.” Steve felt the redness rush to his cheeks. “First time here?”

“Is it that obvious?” You laughed.

“Let's just say you don’t exactly look like one of the regulars here.” You thanked the bartender as she put your drink down in front of you, a red concoction of alcohol he didn’t know. You took a sip, barely flinching at what had to be heavy liquor based on the vodka bottle he’d seen the bartender pick up earlier. “Where are you from?”

“Hawkins. A couple hours away from here.”

“I’ve got family there, an uncle and a brother. Never been to a place like that, not really my thing. What brings you to Indianapolis?”

You and Steve shared small talk for what had to have been an hour, based on how far the hands of Steve’s watch had moved, but neither of you were in a rush for the conversation to end. The conversation had quickly become flirty, a tone initiated by you, and the next thing Steve knew he was driving you back to his motel room.

He spent the rest of the weekend traveling around Indianapolis with you, spending time at parks, restaurants, practically anywhere that provided any sort of entertainment. When he left to drive back from Hawkins, you exchanged numbers and vowed to stay in touch, and before either you knew it, you were embroiled in a 3 month long long-distance relationship. Robin often made fun of Steve for driving to Indianapolis a few times a month just to see you, but he simply ignored it and kept his usual routine.

He was ecstatic when you called him and said you were coming down to Hawkins for a few weeks to see family, planning out everywhere he could take you in town (which really limited his options, but he was being optimistic). He really should have connected the dots when Eddie had mentioned his sister from Indianapolis was coming down to Hawkins to meet him and his uncle, but he was too clouded by hormones and his own stupidity to see the signs.

Now here he was, sitting on top of one of the picnic tables in Eddie’s trailer park, patiently waiting for Eddie’s sister to show up. Eddie had been begging Steve and the rest of the group to meet her ever since he heard she was coming down, barely giving them a choice. Steve had been engaged in a conversation with Robin when the car pulled up, Eddie rushing forward to greet the driver. Steve froze when the door opened and she stepped out.

“So, naturally, I said- hey, dingus, you still with me?” Robin slapped his arm to try and get his attention, and when she followed his line of sight, she practically cackled like an evil witch.

Because you were standing there a few feet away, hugging the long lost brother you had met only a few days ago. Your brother. One of Steve’s best friends. Steve was dating his best friend’s sister.

Oh god.

He slapped Robin upside the head to get her to shut up, shooting down the barrage of questions now being fired at him from Nancy and Jonathan. He tried to stay casual when the two of you walked over, but the moment the two of you locked eyes, both of you went red as a tomato.

“Steve?”

“Hey, Y/n.” Eddie’s head ping ponged back and forth between the two of you, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Robin got up from her seat and hid the ear to ear grin on her face, tossing her empty beer can in the trash.

“I am going to go get another beer before this shit storm hits. Good luck, you two.” She held up a salute as she walked back towards the trailer. You cleared your throat, putting on the most innocent smile you could muster.

“You know that guy I was telling you about over the phone? The one I met at the bar?” Eddie still didn’t connect the dots, only looking at you with a confused expression. “Eddie, that guy was, no is, Steve.”

The words hung in the air for a second, the silence far more deafening than anything Eddie was going to say. Nancy covered her mouth in an effort to hide the laugh threatening to slip from between her lips. Jonathan’s lips were pursed to stop from smiling, and Steve could see Robin peering out from around the corner of the trailer to watch from a safe distance. When Eddie finally registered it, he clenched his fists and took a breath.

“WHAT?” The next five minutes were a shit show. Nancy finally let out the laugh she’d been holding in, Jonathan let himself snicker and smile. Steve only sat there and flushed red as Eddie threw a variety of particularly vulgar words at him, yourself trying to hold him back and prevent anything from turning into a physical confrontation. Eventually, you dragged him back to the trailer, shutting the door behind you to shut him off from the group and calm him down. Robin came back laughing, fresh beer in hand.

“Oh god, what are the odds?”

“I cannot believe that she’s the girl you kept talking about! You call her everyday, how did you not know?” Nancy wiped the tears from her eyes, shaking her head.

“He hasn’t just been calling her everyday, he drives there every other weekend to fuck her, too.”

“Robin! Come on, you’re just making it worse.” He held his head in his hands, trying to hide the red flush on his face. “How was I supposed to know? When she talked about her brother that lived in Hawkins I never thought she was talking about Eddie!”

“Yes, because it’s so difficult to figure out when Eddie also kept talking about his sister from Indianapolis.” Robin rolled her eyes. Steve sat there for a second and sighed.

“Wow, I am an idiot.”

“I wasn’t gonna say it.”

A few moments later, he heard the door of Eddie’s trailer open and then slam shut, looking up to see Eddie stalking towards him, red in the face. He braced himself for something along the lines of a punch, but Eddie only pressed a finger to his chest.

“You do anything to her and I swear to god, I’ll kill you.” Steve only offered a nervous nod in response, watching as Eddie sighed and shook his head. You appeared behind him, biting your bottom lip. “God, I need a drink.”

When Eddie left, you approached Steve, letting out a relieved sigh and a smile.

“Hi.” He smiled at you.

“Hi.” You shoved your hands in your pants pockets, rocking back and forth nervously. “If I’d known, I would have told you. I told Eddie he couldn’t blame you, since he never even told you my name. And I guess since I never told you his.”

“Well, let’s just hope the awkwardness has faded.” The two of you shared a laugh, and then fell into introductions and re-introductions with the rest of the group sitting at the table. Despite a few sideways glances from Eddie, the rest of the afternoon went smoothly, and by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, you were relishing in the feeling of family.

And hey, at least you wouldn’t have to go through the awkwardness of introducing Steve to your family, considering he already knew them.

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sturmhondsdemjin · 2 years

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Steve spinning that nail bat is actually something that can be so personal. And sexy.

#an eddie munson ghost tweet #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #eddie laying across the hood of steve’s car kicking his legs behind him and twirling his hair with stars in his eyes like #‘spin me next big boy’ and steve’s just standing there with his jaw on the ground like WHAT THE FUCK because his brain has malfunctioned #twenty different ways to sunday … and eddie ABSOLUTELY KNOWS what he’s doing and just reaches out to squeeze steve’s forearm … the arm that #holds the bat and gives a little ‘tch’ and a wink and WALKS AWAY leaving steve utterly baffled with his brain scrambling desperately trying #to catch up to what the hell just happened … THEY ARE IN PUBLIC!! EDDIE CAN’T JUST SAY THOSE THINGS!! but he did and he means it … and #steve just flexes his fingers around the bat and gives it another little twirl once his brain comes back down to earth. meanwhile eddie is #already halfway across the parking lot with his head tossed back and his face toward the sun and those rich brown eyes closed right as he #howls with laughter because he KNOWS he’s got steve right where he wants him …#[steve’s bat twirling becomes a subconscious habit … and not just the nail bat … it’s ANYTHING remotely twirling size. because eddie loves #it and steve really fucking loves eddie]#here’s a short story nobody asked for but everybody gets to see

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comfort-person · 1 year

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Come with me, and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination

Synopsis: y/n used to reside within Hawkins lab, until the massacre… she was the one whom watched eleven send Henry into the upside down but she is constantly tormented by her demons… the ones inside her head… how could she betray Henry like that? Well the reader comes across a very familiar person… but he isn’t all that he seems. (A very horror-y aspect to it all)

Trigger warnings: attempted killing, gore, blood, violence, psychotic 001, psychotic vecna, food talk, death, all that stuff. If you’re sensitive to this then please read at your own discretion.

A/N: Yes I’m obsessed with this man but… how can I not be? I mean cmon look at him😩🫶🏻 and yes I’d also join him… I in fact volunteer as tribute.

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The lab was always a nightmare. In the past, present and future. It would always haunt you. It was the type of memory that was certain to leave a bad taste in your mouth. It was awful to say the least. But it wasn’t just that… no… it was more than that. It was Henry- you remember the day like it was yesterday,

Your body stood rigid eyes full of fear as you watched how el threw him against the wall, the edges of the wall beginning to crack and fly off like dust as Henry’s body began to melt into the wall… melting like he wasn’t a human. Melting in such a terrifying inhuman way. You wanted to help but you couldn’t, he had killed your and elevens friends. Even if those friends did bully you relentlessly it didn’t give him any rights to hurt them. They were just children. The way Henry screamed in pain begging for your help looking you dead in the eye as he begged for you to do something… but you didn’t. You just stood there hands by your sides, clenched into fists as you breathed heavily. The wall sucked him in as he flew out of sight, his screams being heard for the next few seconds until the wall quite literally sealed shut as if nothing had happened “we’ve got to go, come on,” eleven spoke grabbing your wrist as she pulled you towards the door “we need to find safety. Come on. We aren’t welcome here anymore, the bad men are after us. Come on y/n.” Her voice desperate, and you simply went along with it… head empty… brain thoughtless… your body going into autopilot. You had really just betrayed the man who helped you with everything. You felt guilty as anything but knew it was for the best, right?

-a few years later-

“You’re such a dingus oh my god!” Robin burst out laughing as she shoved Steve who was shoving as much banana into his mouth as he possibly could, you watched on slightly disgusted.“Cmonitsaworldrecordformostbananainthemouthright?” Steve spoke in such a way no one understood him. You groaned out rolling your eyes “that’s so gross Steve! Eat with your mouth closed!” You almost begged making him roll his eyes at you but he listened silently eating the rest of the banana which was all mushed up in his mouth, and once the banana was all gone he looked at both you and Robin “tough crowd huh?” He asked purposely opening another banana much to robins disgust, watching as Steve took another huge bite of the banana smiling widely at both you and Robin to try and torment you and you grimaced “no, you’re just disgusting..” robin continued as she and Steve continued bickering about whether scoffing a banana down was gross or not “at least I didn’t swallow it whole! Would you of rather me deep throat it-“ “what the fuck Steve that’s rancid!” Their argument went on back and forth but you weren’t focusing eyes locked onto the fact that there was a figure standing in the doorway your eyes squinting trying to figure out who was there “I’ll be back in a second guys,” you spoke standing up not even being acknowledged by the arguing teens…

You walked out into the hallway but no one was there, your brows furrowed as you gulped slightly. Weird things always happened in Hawkins but especially since two weeks ago… you started having more frequent dreams about the lab. About the horror that consumed your every day life in the lab it simply just wouldn’t go away. “Dustin?” You asked nervously eyes flicking back and forth “I swear to god if you and your dumb friends are playing a prank on me I will not be happy…” your voice unbeknownst to you had gone from being shaky to being echo-y as if you were in a endless tunnel. “Dustin stop this right now! I swear to god if you and your silly friends don’t come out right now I-“

click click click click tick tock tick tock tick tock

Your breath hitched a chime soon following the ticking and you soon found that there was cobwebs everywhere, dust as well, there was absolutely no human touch to it anymore as if no one had been here in decades. You spun around looking around for somewhere to run, but everywhere was boarded up… what the fuck? You quickly darted towards the front door as you heard the chimes getting closer and closer to you. You began pulling and yanking at the handle of the door not stopping until you had quite literally fallen over from pulling so hard, pulling the door handle off as well “classic! What the actual fuck” you spat out quickly forcing yourself to stand before you looked back towards the door… or well… where the door was. There was no door there anymore there was only vines that caressed the edges of the door as if waiting for an unsuspecting victim to cross its path, you let out a shaky breath unsure on what to do exactly before a sudden scream grabbed your attention,

“Y/n!!! Please! Please! Help me! I-I’m stuck! I cant get out! Y/n!!” The voice was scarily close to Eddie’s and you immediately without even thinking about it sprinted out of the front door, running to where the voice was coming from but the closer you got the further away it became his screams only growing louder and louder, screaming your name for mercy as tears stung your vision and you weren’t quite sure whether it was because of the fear you felt or the wind piercing your vision but before you could think much more of that your body collided against another body, your body collapsing onto the ground as you panted “Eddie?” You squinted looking up “ouch, why wouldn’t you recognise me?” A different voice spoke the screams stopping “look who decided to finally join me,” his voice was soft and gentle a sincere smile on his lips “someones a sleepy head this morning,” it was as if he was reciting a script to torment you… his body still clothed in that white sterile outfit,

He then held his hand out for you to take his skin still soft looking, yet little almost invisible markings were on his skin… as if his skin wasn’t his but instead of recognising the red flags in this whole entire situation to carefully reached your hand out grabbing a hold of his as he pulled you up gently his blue eyes full of trauma and sadness before he slowly let go of your hand, a stray tear had trailed down your cheek and he was quick to capture it with the pad of his thumb turning his hand to face himself as he stared at the clear liquid staining his thumb “why do you cry?” He asked and you stared in silence “why don’t I cry?” You responded rhetorically making him tilt his head to the side as if questioning you before he dropped his hand back down by his side “there’s no need to cry… I’m the same person as I was…” he soothed but there was an undertone to his voice that told you, you couldn’t trust him. He then looked back into your eyes “the offer still stands.” He spoke, slender fingers reaching forward to gently caress against your cheek “join me,”

He spoke so softly so sincerely it was almost hard to not say yes to him but you knew… he had changed in ways that you didn’t want to experience. The chimes were still in the distance and you knew that most definitely was a pawn in his game. Just like you… you were nothing but a pawn in this fantasy of his. His eyes searched yours and yours did the exact same thing back to him before you shook your head “this shouldn’t be real life… it isn’t real life. You’re fake, Henry. Stop trying to get in my head.” You demanded making him pull back a frown forming on his face “I don’t understand why you would say such a thing. This is real life. Or maybe you’re fake. Who’s to say you aren’t dead.” He almost threatened you, gaslighting you in the most ridiculous way. You stared silently staring at him before letting out a soft laugh… “I love when you laugh” he spoke making your smile disappear in an instant. “This is real life, yes, but you… YOU. You aren’t real.” You spat out and just as Henry was about to twist those words on you again you cut him off “and I am real, one, realer than you… because if I was fake… then would I be able to do this?” And in one quick movement you threw your hand forward attempting to throw him but his large hand wrapped around your wrist turning your wrist in such a way that it caused you so much agony, your lips parting, shuttered breaths leaving your lips as you tried to pull away from him “ah, ah, ah… I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” His slender fingers curled further around your wrist tightening in such a painful way that your knees buckled beneath you as you began to kneel in agony until your knees touched the ground and he let go of your wrist

“I don’t want to hurt you,”

He shook his head along with his words before exhaling softly “but if I have to, I have to… okay?” His eyes remained on you but you didn’t respond watching how he tilted his head to the side staring at you “I’ll give you one last chance, y/n, join me.” He spoke as he crossed his arms over his chest, you breathed heavily cradling your wrist like a baby as you began automatically shaking your head but you feared what he would do to you if you didn’t and so your shaking head soon turned to nodding the smile that appeared on Henry’s lips being unrecognisable “that’s what I like to hear” he then slowly walked towards you as he helped you stand carefully “I just wanted to rule the world with you y/n, yet you and Eleven had to ruin it. Didn’t you?” He whispered gazing into your eyes, tears forming in your eyes “you’re just so guilty aren’t you? Pent up with so much guilt and regret for leaving the only person who could save you… isn’t that right…” you didn’t dare look into his eyes before he grasped onto your chin forcing you to look at him “isn’t it?” Your eyes searching his before you slowly nodded “yes.” You whispered out feeling completely weak against him,

“I’m sorry, Henry.” You whispered out and his eyes softened “don’t be. Be grateful we met again…. Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination, you’ll be happy with me. I promise. Those bad things that happen to the people you love… they won’t happen ever again. Now that you’re with me.” He whispered into your ear as he pulled you closer and closer until you were wrapped up in his embrace, the smell of him still lingering… he smelt of the lab… he smelt of everything wonderful: flowers, daisies, the cologne he always wore and just everything you loved… but that didn’t distract you from the fact that his human form, the clothes beneath your fingers seemed to melt into nothingness. You froze… you could feel the way something on him moved. It felt like some sort of sea creature or alien… or unearthed creature… and that’s when you noticed it… tentacles slithering up and down his body “Henry” you whispered out hands now resting against his chest trying to push him away “Henry I don’t like this” you spoke panicked your anxiety rising. “Henry stop this!” You yelled wriggling against his vice like grip “hush… y/n… hush… your suffering is about to come to an end… you said you wanted to join me… so you’ll join me.” He said his voice now totally demonic. It didn’t sound like him… it sounded like some sort of monster.

You continued struggling as you hit at his abdomen in hopes of getting out of his grip “struggling will make it worse” he spoke in such a horrific tone that it made you struggle worse and then that’s when you felt it… your sunglasses in your pocket, your knew it wouldn’t do much but it was something and so you reached into your pocket despair setting in as you desperately lifted your sunglasses above your head before penetrating the arm of the glasses straight into his eye his grip on your loosening as he doubled over his large left hand crushing your sunglasses into nothingness, your legs quickly carried you along the world full of debris your breathing heavy as you sprinted away from him but the further you got the closer to him you remained… it was horrifying. You looked over your shoulder seeing a large tentacle coming straight your way, it was vine like, as if he had control over nature and just as it was about to wrap around your ankle you jumped back watching as it curled around nothing,

“You can hide y/n but you can’t run forever… remember what papa said? The more energy you burn the harder it becomes… you stop now and this’ll be easy for you. I promise.”

He spoke tormenting you as you continued running not stopping, your chest ached eyes full of terrified tears. You ran towards Steve’s home that was completely boarded up again the door that once disappeared now replaced “no no no no oh my god” a soft scream left your lips as you banged on the door loudly “don’t ignore me sweetheart… you can’t ignore me… I won’t let you” he seethed out the sound of his voice now right by your ear and you tensed up “you betrayed me y/n… I won’t ever forgive you for that… but if you join me we can start that process of forgiveness. Cant we?” His nails stroked against your back before he turned you around to look at him “can’t we?” He asked tilting his head as he leaned his head forward eyes a darker shade of blue as he glared into your eyes expectantly, he watched as you sobbed, his head moving back as he took a slight step back a sudden softness overcoming him as he stared at you “or do you need a little longer to decide, hm?” He asked and your breath hitched trying to back into the doorway more as you watched how this figure of his seemed to shrink down into the real Henry a small smile on his lips “I can see you’re struggling. And that’s okay. You’ve got time…” a grandfather clock chimed just a few meters away before he gently grabbed a hold of your hand “not everything’s as it seems… I promise we’ll be happy together one day.” He spoke with a little smile eyes glowing with that warmth again before you sniffled looking at him “I’m sorry Henry.” You whispered and all he did was smile before pulling you close again holding you in such an angelic way that you immediately calmed down in his embrace… “don’t be. You’ll join me soon and realise that, that’s the best thing to do.” A smirk tugged at his lips as he closed his eyes keeping a hold of you….

‘Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you’ll see into your imagination… we’ll begin with a spin travelling in the word of my creation, what we’ll see will defy explanation,

If you want to view paradise simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it,

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination living there you’ll be free if you truly wish to be…’

“Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination…” the voices were all of Henry’s, Steve’s, Eddie’s, robins… all those you loved but there was that deeper voice of that monster you didn’t wish to encounter again “y/n!” A voice yelled and you fell out of Henry’s arms watching as he smiled watching you fall through the door that was once again no longer there, his figure disappearing as you landed straight into Steve’s arms “Jesus christ! Thank god…” Steve stared down at you eyes full of worry “are you okay?” You then removed the headphones from your ears that were constantly playing the same lyrics over and over again your breath hitching as you stared up at Steve horror in your eyes “she looks exactly like max when she had that experience” Lucas spoke eyes full of worry and you realised your other friends had now appeared there… “what did you see y/n?” Max asked and you stared at her “a monster…” you whispered unsure of how to describe him or it. You didn’t even know… but you watched as everyone looked to each other… and in synchronisation they all spoke the same simple name…

“Vecna”

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The trope of a relative stranger someone they’re indifferent toward. ( or someone they just dislike) staying to help clean up after a party. It’s a common occurrence for Steve to be left with the after party clean up. Tommy and the guys making various excuses of why they couldn’t help. What a King he was... so beloved that his own friends didn’t care enough about him to even stick around long enough to help him make a dent in the mess. Plastic cups scattered across the room like everyone just dropped them where they stood before leaving. He didn’t even want to begin to imagine what other surprises he’d find through the rest of the house. There had been a time he used to try to lock the guestrooms and keep the party downstairs. Tommy claimed the move was a buzzkill . It wasn’t so much that Tommy could pressure Steve into making choices he didn’t want--- just Tommy had promised he’d help deal with the aftermath. If there was one thing the King fell for, it was when everyone around him tried to make it seem like they weren’t just using him. Empty promises. Anything that he could hold onto to make himself feel a little less lonely. He was the King because people loved him... Right? Or was it just because he was gullible and had money to blow. Steve shook the thought from his mind, quickly shaking his head like physically doing it would somehow get rid of the negative thoughts faster. “ you okay Harrington? “ The voice came from the doors that were still opened into his backyard. A soft blue glow of the pool lights sticking out against the dark. Casting a blue full body halo behind the person, Eddie Munson. He hadn’t invited Munson? Had he? Tommy must have. Or the guy crashed his party to make a little extra money. The answer didn’t seem to matter anymore. What did matter was why he was still here. He knew Munson wouldn’t be the first straggler he had to kick out of his house. At least he’d appeared to be fully dressed, something he could only hope anyone else he might find would be. “ I’m fantastic” Steve shrugged, chugging the rest of his own beer. Taking the other empty glass bottles off the coffee table as a starting point. He’d easily be up the entire night working on this. The concern wasn’t that his parents would be home anytime soon, but he’d hate himself if the maid was forced to clean up after this mess. His mother had unreasonable expectations in the first place, Steve couldn’t knowingly set her up for failure. “ Are all those yours Big Boy... you know they have AA meetings at the courthouse on Monday’s” Eddie chuckled. Working to create conversation. The attempt wasn’t great, but it surprisingly beat the feeling of being alone. The feeling of loneliness that would set in after parties were always some of the hardest to beat. Jonathan Byers could even be made to feel like good company right now. Sure Eddie was a weird guy, but he still didn’t feel ready to throw him out. At least not yet. “ Uh..” Eddie hesitated, needing to break the silence that came when Steve didn’t reply. “ It’s nearly midnight. This is going to take you forever - I- I can lend a hand cleaning up?” Eddie was offering to help him? “ Sure.. Yeah Munson. Here lets get the rest of these bottles first. Yeah?” “ Certainly my liege” Eddie announced, bringing his arm across his middle to dramatically bow. Taking the rest of the bottles off the table and floor following Steve to empty them in the bin. “ What kind of party was this Harrington there's glitter everywhere” “ What do you mean what kind of party? How long have you been here? “ Steve asked, looking down at the floor, an audible sigh at the sight of glitter littering the floor. He would never get all of it up. “ Since about eight... Hagan singlehandedly keeps my lights on. I’d be an idiot not to show up for a little while” Eddie shrugged. Filling a need of the party goers in a way that wasn’t traditionally thought about in these small town parties. “ What is this..” Eddie questioned, cocking his head to the side before bending down to retrieve a picture off the floor. “ Oh no! --- I mean no I usually keep those.. You know incase I need physical proof of who's here. I have a whole box full. If I go down so do they thing.. that’s all. “ The truth was Steve couldn’t bear throwing them away. He didn’t know who took them, but they gave an outside view--- a different perspective on his parties. Usually they were the slightly blurry pictures, but sometimes he’d get lucky to get good shots. On occasion he’d be in some of the pictures. One day he figured they might help him look back on this part of his life. With some minor adjustments it could even become a photo book he could share with his future kids. Or they’d just stay in the box. Either way Steve couldn’t throw them away. “ Right” Eddie nodded, a soft smile pulling across his lips. “ I’ll set them on the coffee table we cleaned off okay Harrington. Completely safe. “ It still took forever to return the house back to normal. Steve making sure the last few people he’d found upstairs were leaving. Girls holding their shoes in their hands, clothes disheveled from quickly throwing them on. “ Wait Buckley? “ Eddie questioned as he came from the door leading into the kitchen. A moment of surprise shifting into a knowing smile that Steve was clueless toward. The girl stopped abruptly at the door at the sound of her name. Steve thought she looked familiar, but he couldn’t put a name on her. Or how she knew Eddie. “ Hey Eddie...” Robin turned, offering a short smile that again only confused Steve. It only caused Eddie to snicker. Robin glared at Eddie, ending the laugher in seconds. Turning back to the door . “ Hey wait actually...” she paused, turning her head over her shoulder. “ has anyone seen a camera? “ Again Eddie burst into laughter. Flailing his arms, unable to control his amusement. “ Oh Robin No! ... No. I can’t” “ Why do you have a camera in my house? “ Steve questioned, Robin’s eyes shooting toward him. “ Oh cool it Harrington you’re girlfriend pays me to take pictures for the yearbook.. Usually Jonathan takes pictures, but since you two fought last year he doesn’t want to come over here. “ “ Right.. “ Steve nodded slowly. “ Nancy.. that sounds like something she’d do” A moment of silence passed. “ Well I better be heading home.” Robin announced. “ Hey Buckley wait up I’ll give you a ride... “ Eddie called out . “ You know Harrington this is usually the time people say thank you..” “ Right.. Right.. Uh sorry. Thanks Munson. You guy’s have a good night. Uh should I pay you? I feel like I should pay you? “ “ Maybe next time.. Ill have my people get in touch with your people “ Eddie smiled. “ Okay... --- Uh thanks again. Goodnight. “ “ Goodnight Stevie. “ Inspired loosely by New Years Day- Taylor Swift... or maybe not so loosely. :)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #pre steddie #stranger things au #stranger things #stranger things season 1 #headcannons #short story #Season 1 Steve's friends are horrible.

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It only took one time for Steve and Eddie to pair up for the buddy system to make Eddie want to be paired up with Steve a lot more. He was shocked when they not only got a lot of things done, like finding clues, paying attention to details, putting together the pieces that they found and would essentially lead them in the right direction. Eddie saw Steve in a new light now and he didn’t understand how the group could down play him when he’s been nothing but helpful, sometimes he would find things that even Eddie would have never noticed if it wasn’t for him. Without even thinking about it Eddie felt comfortable praising Steve for being so sharp and throwing in small compliments because it just seemed like that was the right thing to do. It shocked him when Steve looked at him with wide eyes, admitting that he’s never gotten positive feedback for the things he’s done. Eddie thought that had to be bullshit because Steve had to be used to the ‘thank you’s’ from the group and he’s trying to be humble about but he admitted to Eddie that he doesn’t get that. He noticed that in the upside down after defeating the bats Steve was in a hurry to thank him, Eddie saw this as fake due to the fact that he truly believed that Steve prove she could hold his own and he’s positive that he has in the past. With all of this being added to the slow build up of their friendship Eddie always jumped up at the opportunity to be by Steve’s side just to lift him for every little thing he did and it made him feel good when Steve would naturally follow him whenever the group split up.

When the group had came up with a plan that involved searching a building or any area that required the to go with separate teams Steve and Eddie were already attached at the hip before anything could be said.

“Everybody can check upstairs while me and Eddie will stay downstairs.” Steve spoke up. It caught everyone off guard because his usual partner was always Dustin but lately it hasn’t. Dustin furrowed his brows feeling a little down about Steve’s quick decision.

“Okay, well let’s start looking. If you guys find anything just holler out.” Nancy said firmly. Her and Robin went upstairs then Lucas and max followed them. Dustin stayed downstairs with Steve and Eddie assuming all three of them would stay together.

“Alright then, that leaves us with all of this to search.” Steve said while motioning his hand towards the room that they were in. He didn’t say anything else and automatically went looking for anything of importance. Dustin was about to follow him before Eddie stopped with a hand on his shoulder.

“Henderson, me and Harrington got this. Why don’t you go and help them out upstairs.” Eddie tried to be subtle with his approach, he loved seeing Steve and Dustin be a duo he really did but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of how their bickering affected Steve sometimes. It started to become so much that Steve would just get random jabs even if he wasn’t saying anything. Dustin frowned, he didn’t understand what Eddie had in mind.

“But I haven’t been paired with Steve in weeks.” Dustin complained. Eddie knew was true and he kept that in mind when he made his decision to be Steve’s partner majority of the time, in his head giving Steve just a little bit of reassurance during everything that has happened felt right.

“I know. After today I’ll let you two do your thing, I promise.” Eddie smiled at Dustin who was still a little heartbroken but he understood. He turned away to head upstairs leaving Steve and Eddie alone.

While they searched down stairs Steve started opening up about himself and his family, almost in a ranting way which Eddie let him because he was too lost being in awe to even say anything. Eddie chimed in with his own experiences with his families and both of them came to the conclusion that their upbringings were really shitty even if they were polar opposite’s they related to each other in many different ways. Eddie found himself slowly falling for Steve after every conversation and he knew the land would be hard but he couldn’t control the way he felt. Whenever Steve was looking for something in a room he would turn his attention away from it to looks at Eddie who would be standing across the room and give him a soft smile before turning attention back to whatever he was doing. Eddie blushed hard afterwards, his entire body became weak and Steve had no idea what he was doing to Eddie. In the middle of being flustered by Steve, Eddie found something that was related to what they were looking and he snapped back into reality.

“Harrington, I think I found something.” Eddie whispered. Steve ran to him and stood behind him to look over his shoulder. Eddie could feel how close Steve was to him making his heart beat extremely fast. He shivered slightly when Steve leaned forward to get a closer look at their discovery while rubbing against Eddie’s back.

“Huh, this is probably give us hint about Vecna’s next move. Wait a second,” Steve said before running to where he standing previously then grabbed a piece of paper. He returned to Eddie’s side with the paper in his hand and both of them analyzed it. “I was reading this earlier and it matched the clues that we found back in Hawkins. Maybe there’s more connected to this but with this we’re already off to a great start.”

“You’re right. We make a damn good team.” Eddie joked. His eyes met Steve’s and both of them started smiling. Soft laughs escaping their lips. Eddie didn’t realize how close they were to each other until he turned around to look at Steve and now they would be face to face.

“We do.” Steve said in a tone a little lower than his usual one and Eddie’s stomach started doing flips. Eddie couldn’t stop his eyes from looking at Steve’s lips as silence fell over them and slowly the gap between started to close. He had so many thoughts running through his head but kissing Steve was definitely the most bizarre one.

“Steve-“

Eddie was interrupted by the group running down the stairs to tell them what they had found. Steve and Eddie separated from each other quickly and created a suspicious amount of space between them. Everyone could tell that something was off with two since they’ve never acted like that before. Eddie didn’t know what Steve had felt in that moment but if was anything like the way he was feeling then they needed to talk about at some point and the next time they paired would probably be the perfect time.

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