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unclewaynemunson · 9 months

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Belated happy birthday to @steviesbicrisis! Your bday post made me think about a steddie pride and prejudice au with a twist so this one's for you :D

(obviously this takes place in a world where gay marriage has always been completely normal. Fuck historic accuracy)

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Steve feels his face light up when an all-too-familiar knock sounds through the house; there's only one person in his life who tirelessly drums out the most elaborately ridiculous rhythms on the wood of the door.

Unsurprisingly, Eddie stumbles inside a moment later. Something is different, though, Steve notices that much right away. His friend doesn't barge into the room to drape himself over the couch like he usually does. Instead, he closes the door behind him and keeps standing still right in front of it.

'I have some news for you,' he says, in a strangely solemn voice.

'Is something wrong?' Steve asks, immediately worried.

'No.' Eddie shakes his head. He smiles, but it's only a weak version of his usual bright grin and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 'No, it's um... It's good news.' He nods, almost as if he's saying that to convince himself, and Steve feels a frown creep onto his own face.

'I'm engaged. To Keith.'

For a few seconds, Steve can do nothing but stare at him.

'Engaged?' he then stupidly repeats.

'Yes.' Eddie nods again.

'To be married?!' Steve asks urgently.

Now, Eddie rolls his eyes. 'Yes of course, Steve, what other kind of engaged is there?'

Steve feels his jaw drop. 'How– Why–'

'Oh for heavens sake, Steve,' Eddie impatiently interrupts his stuttered, unfinished questions. 'There's no earthly reason why I shouldn't accept his hand.'

'But he's – ridiculous!' Steve finally manages to spit out.

And something shifts in Eddie's posture. 'Well, not all of us can afford to be romantic,' he says with a chilly edge to his voice. ‘He's rich, he can give me a comfortable home and a reasonable position in society – I wouldn't dare ask for more.'

'Eddie,' Steve says. He doesn't even know where to start. He wants to tell Eddie exactly how much more he deserves than some gross creep, how he's betraying everything he stands for by marrying Keith, how he's signing for a life devoid of any happiness – but before he can even begin to properly phrase any of those thoughts, Eddie already narrows his eyes at him. He looks at him like a cornered animal, and Steve understands that Eddie interprets his silence not as caring, but as judging, or maybe even pity.

'I am twenty-seven years old,' Eddie says, his voice colored with a kind of forced calmness. 'I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my uncle. And I'm frightened. So don't judge me, Steve, don't you dare judge me.' Then, he resolutely turns around and opens the door.

'Eddie, wait,' Steve quickly says.

For a second, it looks like he won't listen, like he will walk away without looking back – but then, he turns his head around, and Steve sees tears glistening in his eyes.

'I – I'm not judging you. I'll respect your choice, even if I don't understand it. Don't cry, please.' He knows it's a useless thing to do, telling people not to cry, but he hates seeing this look on Eddie's face. It makes his hands itch with the desire to hold him.

'I’m just... You caught me off-guard. I didn't know you were interested in marriage all of a sudden.'

'Why does it matter?' Eddie asks with an arched eyebrow. 'Were you planning on asking me if I was?'

And that question, phrased in such a sarcastic way, paired with the defensive look in Eddie's eyes... The insinuation of how truly preposterous that would be feels exactly how Steve would imagine getting stabbed in the heart would feel like.

It makes him realize that he has nothing left to lose. Eddie will walk out of that door – maybe they'll make up, maybe they won't, but their friendship will never be the same as before Eddie got engaged to Keith.

'What would you say if I was?'

Eddie stares at him. He opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Steve just stands there, waiting, until the surprise on Eddie's face makes place for something more unreadable.

'Don't be ridiculous now, Steve.'

'Is it truly that much more ridiculous than you marrying Keith?'

'Are you seriously asking me to marry you only to keep me away from Keith?'

'No, I –' Steve pauses; he wishes he would have had time to think about what to say. It feels like his words won't ever be able to do his feelings justice.

'I have loved you for years, Eddie,' he finally admits. 'And if you truly want to marry Keith, I won't try to change your mind. But I can't let you go without telling you the truth.'

Eddie's eyes widen as he lets the words sink in with a shocked look on his face.

'You love me?' he repeats in a slightly raspy voice.

Steve nods, only to be met with more silence, as the clock on the wall ticks away the seconds.

'You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know.'

'Steve... Is this a goddamn proposal or not?'

'I don't know.'

'You don't know?!'

'I mean, it isn't – I don't think it is.’ Steve stumbles through the words. ‘I don't want you to choose me because I'm richer, or – or better-looking than Keith... I only want to marry for love, and I'm not as arrogant to expect you to feel the same way about me.'

'Oh, Steve...' The shock on Eddie's face melts away, softening his features and making the look in his eyes gentler.

'You don't need to pity me.’

'No, no way, I'm not pitying you,' Eddie answers. He takes two big steps towards Steve, wraps his hands around Steve's. They're warm and familiar and making him miss what he can't have even stronger.

'If I had known... Stevie, I would've never said yes to Keith, it's not even close to a competition. If I had known I could have you, all this time... I never even thought I'd stand a chance. You're probably the most perfect person I know, and I'm, well, just Eddie.'

'Oh, we need to work on your self-esteem, baby.' The pet name slips out of Steve's mouth before he can help it, and it brings that beaming bright smile to Eddie's face; the smile that Steve loves so much.

He feels Eddie’s hands slide around his waist and they rest their foreheads together, both breathing shakily, trying desperately not to let their emotions overpower them.

'Does this mean that we're engaged now?' Steve finally manages to ask; his voice is shaking but he needs to hear it. He needs to be sure that he indeed gets to hold the man in front of him for the rest of their lives.

Eddie utters a tearful chuckle. 'I suppose I have another wedding to cancel first.'

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #in which steve is lizzy and eddie is charlotte AND THEY'RE GAY FOR EACH OTHER OKAY #who's darcy i don't know him #okay listen i know this is kind of ridiculous but i had a lot of fun writing it #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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“i don’t…” eddie swallowed, “i don’t know who else to go to.”

robin nodded her head slowly, “okay.” she reached her hand out, sweeping some of eddie’s wet bangs back out of his fearful eyes, “what’s going on?”

“i just… i know we’re not close like that… not really.” eddie picked at the threads on his jeans, they were damp, all of him was, “but i think… i think your the only one who might understand. your… your an outcast too.”

robin smiled at him softly, “yeah.”

“it’s…” eddie glanced up, “your parents aren’t gonna walk in, right?”

robin looked back at the door and got up to close it, “not anymore.”

“okay.” eddie sighed, nodding his head, hyping himself up.

“ed, you can trust me.” she offered, sitting back on the bed, “you can trust me.”

eddie looked at her for a moment, eyes locked and searching. yeah, he could trust her. probably. he jumped up, needing to pace a little, to hype himself up. his shoes squelched, damn this fucking rain and the buckleys obscenely long drive way.

“i’m gay.” he blurted out.

robins eyes widened, “what?”

“if you hate me… that’s fine i guess, just please don’t tell anyone.” eddie started to panic, pacing faster.

“you're gay?” robin stood up from the bed, eyes locked on him.

eddie stopped to look at her, cleared his throat, “so gay.”

robin smiled, “me too.”

eddie had never felt more relief than he had in that moment, “you are?”

“so fucking gay.” she nodded.

he rushed to her, and they hugged, tight. they stayed like that for a while, holding eachother, hands stroking the others hair. robin didn’t even care that her clothes and arms and cheek and everything was all wet now, she had someone. someone like her. she was on air. eddie felt higher.

“jesus fuck, buckley.” he muttered into her shoulder, voice wet “why didn’t we figure this out five months ago?”

robin laughed, and eddie heard her sniffle, “i don’t know.”

“you're my best friend now, kay?”

“kay.” she smiled, hugging him a little tighter.

“shit.” he laughed softly, releasing her from the hug and holding her shoulders, “i gotta tell you something so bad.”

“okay!” she pulled him back to the bed, “wait, take your shoes and wet clothes off.”

“okay.” eddie kicked off his shoes and stripped off his jacket, hanging it over the back of her desk chair.

“here.” robin handed him a pair of sweats, turning around to face the door so he could change, “they’re steve’s, so they’ll fit.”

“they’ll probably be too big,” eddie smiled, starting to change pants, “have you seen that guys thighs?”

“i know!” robin laughed, “he’s started working out again, he’s crazy.”

“mhm.” eddie hummed, “okay, decent.”

robin spun back to him, smiling and pulling him down onto her bed, wrapping him up in a blanket, “okay, tell me.”

eddie sighed, “you’re sworn to secrecy, okay robert?”

“got it.” she nodded, grabbing her old manky teddy to fiddle with, “this secret shall never breach these walls.”

eddie smiled at her, “i’m like, probably full on in love or something.”

her jaw dropped, “you are?”

eddie nodded, “i think so. i’ve never been in love before.” he hummed, thinking on it, “but… it feels like how love would be.”

she smiled, “i think i’m in love too.”

eddie’s eyes widened, “yeah?”

she nodded her head, “wheeler.”

eddie grinned, “your gay for wheeler?”

she nodded again, “she’s wonderful.”

“yeah.” eddie agreed, “badass too.”

“so badass, it’s crazy hot.” robin stared off into the room.

“careful, rob.” eddie elbowed her gently, “you got a little drool.”

robin turned a little pink at that, giggled, “i’m lost on her, eddie.”

“sorry, bob.” eddie sighed, tipping his head to rest on hers, “liking someone straight sucks ass.”

“yeah.” she muttered low.

“i get it.” eddie hummed, “too many guys… and steve.”

robin sat up straight, “you like steve?”

“yea-“

“wait!” she clasped her hands on eddie’s shoulders, staring him down, “you love steve?”

eddie nodded.

“steve harrington?”

eddie nodded again.

“my best friend and partner in crime, always the babysitter, steve no-middle-name harrington?”

“he doesn’t have a middle name?” eddie asked, looking to his lap, “no wonder i haven’t guessed it yet. he’s been leading me on with that for months.”

robin grabbed his face aggressively, turning his attention back on her, “eddie! you love steve?”

eddie nodded his head, “yeah.” he shrugged, “he’s like, perfect.”

robins eyes softened and she relaxed her grip, “you think?”

eddie smiled, “i mean, look at him, bobbie! even you can tell he’s beautiful. perfect hair, lovely skin, gorgeous eyes, pretty pink lips, the light layer of freckles that cover his cheeks, his moles…” eddie trailed off for a second, “and damn, since he’s been working out again he’s been driving me insane with his thighs and biceps. i have never wanted to take a bite out of someone so bad.”

“oh…” robin looked at him, “so… he’s pretty?”

“the prettiest.” eddie hummed, cheeks pink and a little love struck, “and he’s so nice, robert. i mean, he’s an absolute bitch but he’s sweet about it. i like it when he puts me in my place too, gets all… commander mean girl about it. and… he’s soft.”

“soft?” robin asked, voice whispered.

“mhm.” eddie nodded, “soft. he’s… he’s hurt, deep inside, but he puts on a show of everything’s okay. but when he does let the hurt through, it’s tender. and he’s so caring, it’s a little concerning sometimes. but he checks in on me, and he makes sure i’ve eaten every day because he knows i forget to a lot, and he doesn’t mind when i forget things… he lets me go on all these forty minuet one sided conversations about weirdo nerd or music shit, even though i know he has better things to do. he makes sure i have a blanket on movie nights, and gets my favourite drinks and the popcorn i like.” eddie chuckled to himself softly, “i could go on for days, bob.”

she sighed, content and smiling with a slight redness to her cheeks, “you really do love him.”

eddie nodded, “probably the most i’ve loved anything, other than my guitar and wayne.” his smile wavered, “which is why it totally sucks, because steve is a lady killer and i… i’m not a lady.”

robin opened and closed her mouth a few times, thinking, before settling on something to say, “sorry, eddie. m’here for you.”

“thanks, robert.”

robin squeezed his hand, linking their fingers together.

“you wanna tell me more about nance?” eddie asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand, “then we can cry together about how sad our love lives are.”

robin nodded, “will you let me paint your nails whilst we do it?” she shrugged, “steve doesn’t like it.”

eddie grinned, “do you have black?”

she nodded, a big smile on her face, “let’s be sad!”

“okay!” eddie giggled, watching her climb up to get the nail polish, “tell me about the wonderful wheeler.”

“well…” robin huffed, sitting back down and grabbing eddie’s hand.

“god, what?” steve groaned, rubbing his eyes as he opened the front door, “what could you possibly need at this fucking hour, robin?”

robin held up a finger, huffing and puffing, “just… gimme… a second…”

steve sighed, standing there, watching her, “you coming inside? it’s pouring out there.” he looked at her some more, “hey! did you seriously run here? in this weather? at fucking three in the morning?”

robin nodded her head, standing now, but leaning her weight entirely on the doorframe, an arm over her eyes, “jesus, steve. how do you work out every day?”

steve shrugged, “what’s going on?” he folded his arms, “what was so important you couldn’t just call?”

robin stood properly, hands braced on the small of her back as she stretched out, taking a second before speaking, “i forgot that i had a phone in the kitchen.” she nodded, “couldn’t call you from mine because eddie’s asleep in my bed.”

steve’s face did a weird thing, going through about fifty emotions, “why is eddie in your bed?”

“we bonded.” robin grinned, “anyway, you should ask him out tomorrow.”

“rob-“

“okay, bye.” she smiled, stepping back out into the rain.

“robin!” steve called after her.

“ask him out!” she called back, setting into a jog, “and bring me some cold medicine tomorrow!”

“i’ll just drive you?” steve grabbed his keys from the side table and rushed out the door behind her.

“no!” robin shrieked, “i’ll say too much!”

“ro-“

“okay, fine!” robin rolled her eyes dramatically, walking over to his car, “you got me! i’ll tell you!”

“… okay then.”

“he’s like… totally in love with you too, dingus.” robin grinned, sitting down in his car and getting his seat wet, “BUT YOU DIDN’T HEAR IT FROM ME, OKAY?”

“OKAY!” steve nodded, insides on fire.

next part with ronance because it's necessary

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