i desperately need someone to give me an omegaverse hollanov where shane is the alpha and ilya is the omega. ilya ends up getting pregnant and he thinks for a second that he and shane could have this...
but then he thinks about how much shane loves hockey and how outing shane's sexuality, their relationship, and a child would probably end their careers.
and ilya cant do that to shane. ilya cant take the one thing that shane loves away from him. but he cant get rid of his baby. this baby is the only family ilya really has and he has loved it since he found out about it.
so ilya leaves the nhl. he doesnt say anything to anyone, just leaves. he and svetlana find a place in the middle of nowhere that he can live and keep to himself. svetlana doesnt live with him, but she visits frequently and often brings gifts for her goddaughter.
ilya is comfortable in this life for a few months... until his alpha seeks him and their pup out...
There exists exactly one universe where Robin accidentally outs Steve.
It's the one where Eddie, alive but heavily injured, is hiding out in the radio station spending his time arguing with her over whose the better DJ.
(It's him, obviously.)
Alongside Robin, he grows close to Will, until the younger Byers finally works up the nerve to admit his very-not-straight crush on an unnamed someone. Eddie, who sympathizes immediately, rests a hand on Will’s shoulder, gives it a gentle squeeze, and says:
"It's alright Byers. We've all been there. Pity Harrington's the straightest man alive, right?"
Robin, in a knee-jerk, instinctive reaction, frowns and loudly protests; "Steve's not straight."
Eddie stares at her.
"What?"
"You've seen how much hair spray he goes through in a month, how on earth did you think he was straight?"
“Uh,” Will says, confused and unfortunately caught somewhere in the middle. “It’s not—my crush isn’t… um. It’s not Steve?”
"You can't call someone a queer just because they like hairspray, Starbuck."
"You can when it's Steve. Seriously how do you not see it?"
This argument will go on for twenty minutes, in which Robin will defend Steve's alleged queerness with her life while Eddie pokes hole after hole in it, until the man himself walks into the room and Will Byers, with the level of bravery people keep forgetting he possesses, looks him dead in the eye and asks;
"Robin says you're queer too. Are you?"
And Steve will wheel on his platonic super bestie in full offense, not because she outed him, but because; "What the fuck Robin, you said I wasn't that queer like, two days ago!"
"Different circumstance." She says immediately.
"Different--," Steve sputters, "You said that sweater was way too gay for me!"
"Because it was!"
They proceed to have another argument, and by the end of it all that's been accomplished is Will realizes that while he may have more queer people in his circle than he first thought, they're all insane.
Steddie AU where Eddie survives and they defeat Vecna and earn their much deserved peace and happiness. Everybody goes back to their lives and moves on.
Eddie graduates, sticks around for a while, but eventually leaves Hawkins because, well, there's no place for someone like him in that town. He doesn't have a plan or anything, he just wants out. But he stays in touch with everyone, though, calls and writes letters and sometimes visits his friends, especially Dustin.
Steve moves to Los Angeles with Robin when she goes to college. They share an apartment for a few years as Robin gets her degree. Steve finds a desk job at a real estate agency to help pay the bills while he considers what to do next. But what starts as a temporary job, just to pay the bills, quickly becomes a real interest for him.
Steve finds out he's good at his job. He's charismatic, knows how to talk to people and his boss notices that. She offers Steve a position as a real estate agent in her firm, as long as Steve takes the required pre-licensing classes and the exam necessary to get his license.
Steve doesn't even hesitate. He takes the classes, the exams and in a few months he's got his license. Robin is so proud of him, and he's proud of himself too if he's being honest.
From then on is smooth sailing for him. Steve becomes one of the main agents in the firm, closes the best deals and brings in a lot of clients, which means he makes a good deal of money.
Two years as a real estate agent and Steve manages to buy his first house. It's modest, two bedrooms, a spacious living room and kitchen, two bathrooms, everything needing a lot of repairs but it's his.
The original idea was for Robin to move in with him. She was about to start her master’s and still needed a roommate since her scholarship and part-time only covered so much, but their plans change when Robin starts dating Clara, a girl she met in the library.
By the time Steve's done repairing his new house and the place is ready for them to move in, Robin and Clara have been dating for six months and they decide to get a place of their own.
Steve is a little sad to see Robin go, but he's also happy that she found someone that appreciates and loves her just the way she deserves.
And life goes on.
Robin finishes her master’s and gets a good position at the law firm she had been an intern, so she stays in LA. She and Clara are still a thing, even more in love and happier than ever.
Steve becomes a big name in the real estate business, and there are talks with his boss about him getting a new certification so he can become her business partner in a couple of years, if he keeps up the amazing job he's been doing. At age 31, Steve's gone so much farther than he ever thought he would.
The modest two-bedrooms house is sold, and he buys a bigger place in a nicer neighborhood. Not only Robin gets a room, but Dustin too since he and Suzy live in San Francisco and are always visiting. He's got a pool, a beautiful garden, a study and also a gym in his basement. His old BMW is still in the garage, more like a memento that Steve sometimes takes out on a drive, but these days he drives a brand-new Cadillac that cost him some good money.
All in all, life is good. By now Steve's making more money than his father ever did back home, he has his best friend close to him, his other friends come to see him regularly enough, and he has a job he enjoys. Sure, he's still single and his last dates have been dull enough to make Steve put his love life on pause for a while, but otherwise, he's content with the life he's built for himself.
And then Eddie comes back into his life and turns everything upside down.
Or, better saying, Robin comes to Steve's place one night and drops the bomb, "Did you know that Eddie is in LA?"
"He's what?"
Sure, sometimes Eddie disappears and spends months without calling (calling Steve, that is, because he knows that Dustin and Eddie talk every week religiously), but they are still in touch, they are still friends. There's no way Eddie would hide the fact they are living in the same fucking city... would he?
"I ran into him today, at the coffee shop close to the firm, of all places."
"Robin, there's no way. Must have been someone who looked like him."
Robin shakes her head. "I talked to him, Steve, I think I'd notice if I wasn't talking to one of my own friends."
He interrogates Robin about it, but there's nothing much to say. Eddie told her he had moved there a few months ago, that he got there because he had found himself in between jobs and decided to stay. He didn't give her an address or explain why he never tried to contact either of them before, but he gave her his work number if Robin or Steve wanted to contact him.
Steve doesn't miss the fact that Eddie doesn't give Robin his home number.
"That's it?" Steve asks in disbelief.
"That's it. When I asked him if maybe he wanted to hang out, he said he was in a hurry and got the fuck out before I could say anything."
There’s something so very fucking wrong there. Steve knows it, Robin knows it. Because now that Steve is thinking about it, how long has it been since Eddie last called? How long has it been since Eddie last visited?
Years. It’s been years. Last time Eddie visited, Steve still lived in that other house, so at least three years.
The realization leaves Steve with a bad taste in his mouth, worse yet when he also realizes that Eddie has been purposefully ignoring both Robin and him. It hurts a little; stings because Steve thought they had a good friendship going on for them, but apparently he had overestimated his importance in Eddie’s life.
“You’re gonna look for him, aren’t you?” Robin asks, even though she already knows the answer.
“You can fucking bet on it, Buckley.”
Steve’s gonna find Eddie, wherever the hell he’s hiding.
Fic where Eddie starts finding all these little notes with ‘Munson’ written on them. He unfolds the paper and written inside is a single letter.
He gets a K, an O, an R, and so and so until he can rearrange the letters to spell S K U L L R O K.
He never finds the C and thinks maybe it’s a clue to who is sending them.
He thinks briefly when he’s hiking out to Skull Rock that maybe Chrissy Cunningham was leaving him the notes. She’s been smiling at him in the hallway more lately, but no.
No.
He definitely made a mistake coming out here. He’s probably about to die because - “Harrington? What the fuck.”
“Finally,” Steve groaned from atop the rock. “About time, Munson.”
“Did you - Are your little friends planning to jump out and attack me?” Eddie asks, scanning the horizon. “Or is this some eleborate way to ask for drugs?”
“Why would I bring my little friends to the make out rock?” Steve asks, making a face at the thought of bringing Dustin up here. “Gross.”
“Why would you bring me here?”
“Oh,” Steve says, realizing that - “I don’t know. Just bored. Figured you were good at word puzzles.”
Eddie just stares at him and Steve stares back, unashamed and unabashed. Eventually, Eddie sighs, “What is the significance of leaving out the C?”
“I forgot the C? Damn it,” Steve swore and then shrugs, “Whatever.”
There’s silence and then Steve asks, “Since you’re here, wanna make out?”
Something something modern AU where Steve has an onlyfans. It’s fun, he’s good at it and he makes decent money and he hasn’t told his friends outside of Robin mostly because he 100% believes they will go online and find him and start mocking him in his chat room.
So when Eddie’s at his place late one night and Steve tells him sure, you can stay over but you’re on the couch, I have stuff in the spare room, and yeah, Steve should have known better than to just go to bed right then but he was tired, it was late. So of course Eddie goes snooping and in the morning Steve finds himself having to explain why he’s got filming equipment and his laptop all set up in the spare room.
And Eddie sort of goes glassy when he explains and Steve wonders if — look, he wonders, ok, because it’s not like he doesn’t imagine that it’s Eddie that’s watching him when he does what he does.
But then Eddie kind of leaves in a rush and Steve thinks, well, shit, he hadn’t expected him to be a dick about it.
And it gets worse. Eddie keeps giving him the side eye, looking at him like he wants to say something but he doesn’t and Steve catches him standing in the doorway of the spare room staring at his setup with this look on his face and Steve starts to get annoyed. Because Eddie doesn’t get to disapprove, this is Steve’s choice and he’s not sorry about it. But any time they come near the topic Eddie looks all uncomfortable and changes the subject. There’s one day a few weeks later when Eddie’s got that look on his face like he’s just fucking — sad about Steve’s life choices or something, and Steve snaps.
“Will you just spit it out? Just say whatever it is you’re thinking so you can stop looking at me like that.”
And Eddie sighs. “Sorry. I am, I just — you did all this just, by yourself, huh? Didn’t tell anyone?”
Steve nods, says, “all by myself, yeah,” thinking that maybe Eddie’s upset that he was left out of some loop — but then he just looks sadder.
“I’m sorry. It’s like I don’t even know you any more.”
“Eddie —“
“I’ll get over it, I will, just —“ and he looks up at Steve all beseeching, wants him to understand. “I had to show you how to use emojis on your phone, Steve.”
“You — what?”
“And that was only last year! And you remember what happened to your last laptop?”
Steve huffs. You make a small fire one time and no one ever lets you live it down.
“You still don’t understand how to use Uber and it was only a few weeks ago I had to walk you through how snapchat works again.”
Steve mouth opens and closes, astonished.
“But I —“ and here Eddie looks embarrassed, “I went looking, I, uh. Watched your show.” He’s flushed red now, and Steve’s stomach swirls and he wants desperately to know which show and whether Eddie liked it.
“You’ve got lighting, sound all hooked up. Webcams with — you’ve got multiple camera angles. When we FaceTime you can never even get your phone camera working.”
“Hey, it’s not that hard,” Steve protests, “those were plug and play.”
Eddie looks full on betrayed. “How do you even know what that means?”
“Just to be clear — you’re upset that I’m not totally technologically incompetent?”
“It's the foundation of our friendship. We only met because you needed to stop a stranger in the street to ask how to use google maps!"
Steve waves that away. "Did you like it? My show, did you like it?"
It takes some doing and some bluster but Eddie admits he really, deeply, thoroughly enjoyed the show and in no way limited himself to only watching once. Steve immediately offers him a private viewing.
Pirate AU where Eddie is captain of Corroded Coffin, one of the most feared ships in the country. His bounty has always been high, but gets ten times higher after he kidnaps the only son of the Duke of Harrington.
No ransom is demanded in exchange for the guy's freedom, but the Duke believes it's just a matter of time before it comes. The Royal Navy spends months searching for the Duke's son but to no use. Captain Munson seems to have vanished from the face of the Earth, with his crew and his hostage.
The truth is, Eddie kidnapped no one. Steve met Eddie one night on a tavern, while Eddie waited for the crew to restock their ship, and they just clicked. They hooked up that night and when morning came Eddie asked Steve to come with him and he did.
They eloped and have spent the past months treating themselves to a lot of rum and a lot of sex in a secluded island where Eddie has a very nice cabin. The Corroded Coffin crew visit them only to deliver food and fresh water, then get the fuck out because they're definitely not getting paid enough to stick around and watch their captain be so sickeningly mushy and horny with his new husband.
“You want me to make out with you,” Eddie repeats slower to make sure Steve hears how insane this request is, “Because Billy Hargrove made a pass at you.”
Steve nods again, “Yep.”
Eddie blinks. He waits. Finally, “Why?”
“I don’t want him to think I’m not reciprocating his feelings because I’m straight,” Steve answers. “I want him to know it’s because he’s a piece of shit.”
Obviously. Yeah. Total sense, right?
“But you are straight,” Eddie says, apparently hellbent on looking into this gift horse’s mouth. “Right?”
Steve scoffs, “Who even cares, man. You wanna kiss me or not?”
@morganbritton132 tag preservation squad: #Eddie at their wedding: I was gay for pay once#Eddie’s going to agree to this (because obviously) and then#get a call from Steve later saying they should practice beforehand so it looks hot
Who Do You Want Me to Be (To Make You Sleep with Me)
Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt “hate sex” and the @steddiebingo prompt “games” | wc: 2,573 | rated: E | cw: implied period-typical and internalized homophobia | tags: established friends with benefits, jealousy and possessiveness, hickeys, semi-public sex, outdoor sex, roleplaying (kind of?), light choking, frottage, handjobs, getting together
I’m dedicating this to @novacorpsrecruit, who sent me a WIP Weekend ask for this fic with 12(!) emojis. So at least 36-60 sentences of this are for you!
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Harrington has a hickey.
It’s been taunting Eddie all day, ever since he noticed it in second period English— a huge bruise under Steve’s left ear, perfectly visible from Eddie’s seat two over and one behind him. It’s a mottled purple, almost black in places, obviously fresh and intentionally placed where other people could see it. Where Eddie could see it.
A traitorous part of Eddie’s brain insists that it must be a scheme to make him jealous. He and Steve have hooked up a dozen times since school started back up in January, but Steve never lets Eddie mark him like this. Not when Steve’s teammates could catch a glimpse while they showered and changed clothes.
The more rational side of Eddie knows that Steve didn’t get a hickey at him. Steve probably doesn’t give him a single thought when they aren’t actively touching, and it’s ridiculous to assume that Steve wouldn’t fuck someone else when the opportunity arose. It’s not like they’re dating. Eddie doesn’t have any claim to him, even if the idea of someone else touching him feels like suffocating.
Eddie’s never been known for his rationality, so he doesn’t stop thinking about Steve all day. That’s the only reason he would ever even consider going to one of Tommy Hagan’s parties— and wouldn’t you know it, he’s hosting a Spring Break kickoff celebration. Eddie normally hates parties like these, but he’s willing to try this one in the hopes of earning some cash off Reefer Rick’s goods and getting his mind off Steve.
Of course, when Eddie walks into the party fashionably late, Steve is the first person he sees, nursing a beer in the corner with Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, bobbing his head to the music blaring through the speakers. Even in the dim light of Hagan’s living room, the hickey is still clearly visible, like a neon sign screaming at Eddie: someone else touched him! It makes his blood boil and his teeth itch. He stomps into the next room to set up somewhere where he doesn’t have to look at Steve’s stupidly beautiful face.
Eddie’s plan works for about an hour, during which time he sells a good three-quarters of the stuff he has on him and doesn’t see Steve once. But his spot just off the main entrance, in addition to being excellent for business, gives him a perfect view of Wheeler and Byers leaving the house and a newly-abandoned Steve drifting into the kitchen for another drink. Before Eddie can consciously formulate a plan, his lunchbox is packed up and he’s following the path Steve leaves in his wake.
Eddie can’t make sense of the decline in Steve’s popularity. Just last year, he probably couldn’t have gone three feet without some girl hanging on him, or one of his teammates stopping him for a high five. Now, though, he grabs a beer from the fridge uninterrupted and easily moves through the crowd, like people are afraid to touch him in case his fall from grace is somehow contagious. It just makes it easier for Eddie to take a bottle for himself and trail Steve through the den and into the backyard.
The evening air is still crisp enough that most people are staying inside. It’s just the two of them on the patio: Eddie, cozy in his own leather jacket, and Steve, shivering slightly as the chill hits him. He could warm him up, Eddie thinks, could take Steve around the side of Tommy’s house and push him against the bricks and bite his neck until the skin is hot with blood pooling just under the surface–
“You good, Munson?” Steve’s voice startles him from his thoughts.
Eddie blinks. He hadn’t realized he was stopped in the middle of Tommy’s porch, staring off into the trees. Something about being caught embarrasses him, like the universe is taunting him by having Steve pay attention now of all times. “What do you care?” he grumbles, taking another swig from his beer.
He feels a little bad, seeing how Steve’s face goes flat. “I thought maybe you were progressing from ‘normal weird’ to full-blown ‘having an episode weird’. Sorry for giving a shit.”
“C’mon, you don’t need to put on this knight-in-fucking-armor shtick. Nobody’s gonna fuck you just because you pretend to be nice to the freak,” Eddie scoffs.
“Not even the freak himself?” Steve smiles, just a little mean, and steps closer into Eddie’s personal bubble.
Tilting his chin in the vague direction of Steve’s neck, he says, “Seems like you’re doing fine without me.” It comes out a little more bitter than he intends and the accidental show of vulnerability makes him wince.
Steve just laughs in his face. “Are you seriously jealous?”
“No.” His cheeks must be bright red by now, from both anger and mortification. It was a mistake to come here, an even bigger mistake to be alone with Steve. Eddie sits his beer bottle on the patio table and storms off towards the wooded edge of Tommy’s yard.
“Whoa, Munson, wait a second.”
Behind him, Eddie hears the clink of Steve’s own beer and his footsteps hurrying to catch up with him. He scowls, even though Steve can’t see his face. “I don’t know how to make myself any clearer. How do you translate ‘fuck off’ into jock?”
“Eddie, seriously, you can’t just wander off into the woods.” Steve sounds more anxious now that Eddie has crossed the treeline.
“Why the hell not?”
“Dude!” Steve grabs for Eddie’s wrist, and that’s the last straw.
Eddie whirls around and crowds Steve against the nearest tree. It’s surprisingly easy to manhandle him when he doesn’t see it coming, and he definitely doesn’t expect Eddie to shove him backwards and dig his thumb into the bruise on his neck. Steve manages to bite back his moan, but Eddie still notices the way his eyes flutter.
“I don’t like playing games,” Eddie growls.
Steve looks him dead in the eye, daring him to react as he drawls, “That’s not what I hear about your little Nerd Patrol.”
Eddie has never punched anyone in the face before, but the temptation roars up inside him like a tidal wave. “Fine. I guess I just don’t like playing games with you.” He takes the pressure off Steve’s hickey but shifts his hand to settle across his throat instead, relishing the soft noise Steve can’t hide this time. “Look at you. You’ve got someone else’s teeth marks on you and it’s still not enough. Slut,” he hisses.
“It’s not all about you, you know. I wasn’t trying to make you jealous.” He’s not even being properly choked but Steve is still breathless when he speaks. “You just can’t stop playing pretend.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Did you think we were boyfriends?” Steve laughs. “Did you think I was pining away for your magic cock and you were the only one who could satisfy me?”
Eddie squeezes tighter, uses his grip to slam Steve’s shoulders back against the tree. “Shut up!”
“I can play along. Just say the word.” Steve lets his eyes go half-lidded, his lips go slack. It’s a look Eddie has seen on him almost once a week for the past three months, usually when he’s right on the edge of his orgasm and begging for more. His voice is high and airy when he mockingly says, “Please, baby, make love to me.”
Eddie can’t take it anymore. He lunges in to kiss Steve.
Their mouths collide in a clash of teeth so violent that Eddie thinks his lip might be bleeding. Steve’s fingers tangle in his hair and yank him impossibly closer, slotting their legs together so there’s no chilly spring air between them, just their shared body heat.
“Slow down, nobody can see us from the house,” Steve murmurs. The next kiss is softer, like he really does want to make this something more romantic than usual, but no less hungry. His hands slip down to settle against Eddie’s cheeks, thumbs sweeping against the cold skin.
He can’t deny it any longer, not with Steve touching him like something fragile even as he grows hard against his hip. Eddie wants this. He’s just not sure he can let himself have it. “Steve,” he sighs.
“Just let me. Please.” It’s hard to make out the finer details of Steve’s face in the darkness, but Eddie sees the extra shine in his eyes. Maybe Steve needs this just as much as he does.
Eddie kisses him again. It’s the kind of lazy making out that Eddie hasn’t had much opportunity to experience in a town like Hawkins. Even with Steve, they usually keep things quick and skip over the kissing part, so Eddie relishes the fading taste of beer on Steve’s tongue. He’s so caught up in the simple pleasure that he doesn’t realize he’s been slowly grinding against Steve’s hip, pressing his own thigh up into Steve’s crotch, until Steve moans, long and low, right against his mouth.
“Wish you could fuck me right here,” Steve gasps.
That hadn’t even occurred to Eddie until now, and he suddenly wants it so badly it makes him lightheaded. He drops his head to Steve’s shoulder and groans. “Shit, your mouth,” he despairs. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Steve laughs softly, just enough that Eddie can feel the vibrations of it through his chest. “You can have my mouth instead if you really want.” He shifts his weight like he’s about to sink to his knees on the damp undergrowth between the trees, but Eddie catches him by the elbows.
“Nuh-uh. Want you up here. Lip height, please,” he babbles. God, who knew kissing Steve Harrington would be so addicting?
Eddie jumps when Steve’s cold fingers slip under the hem of his shirt, feeling blindly for the fly of his pants. “How about this?” Steve asks, though the involuntary jolt of Eddie’s hips is probably answer enough.
“Fine. Good, even.” Eddie turns his head to mouth at the prominent moles along the hinge of Steve’s jaw, right next to the giant hickey that started this mess. He lets his teeth scrape a little, wonders if Steve would let him mark him up now. It makes his cock throb.
Steve makes quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans, hurries to pull Eddie out of his boxers. The cool air only stings for a second before Steve takes him in hand. His palm is huge enough to comfortably cover most of Eddie’s length, with fingers long enough to easily wrap around him and start stroking at a leisurely pace. It’s too dry, but something about the way Steve is looking at him with those dark eyes, like he wants to keep Eddie to himself out in the woods forever, makes it feel amazing.
Eddie braces himself with one hand against the tree beside Steve’s head while the other hand settles heavily on Steve’s waist, encouraging him to keep grinding against Eddie’s hip while he jerks him off. Steve looks gorgeous like this, hair mussed and cheeks pink, huffing out little moans right by Eddie’s ear. Eddie feels compelled to tell him as much, muttering things like, “So fucking pretty, such a good boy for me,” pressing the words into Steve’s skin with his teeth.
“Yeah, you wanna show everyone I’m yours? Give me–” His breath hitches when Eddie arches into him, increasing the pressure on his cock. “Give me an even bigger hickey? You can. C’mon, I want it.”
And really, with Steve squirming against him and squeezing the head of his cock on every upstroke, there’s no way Eddie is going to deny him. He latches onto Steve’s neck, just below the moles, and sets to work sucking a massive bruise into the sensitive skin. The noise Steve makes is so loud Eddie thinks they can probably hear it from the house.
Steve’s hand falters on Eddie’s cock and his hips stutter against Eddie’s leg. Eddie wishes he could see the expression on his face when his orgasm hits, slackjawed and agonized as the pleasure overwhelms him, but he can’t make himself pull away from Steve long enough to look. Instead, he licks over the salty skin, trails wet kisses up his jaw, and captures his lips with his own to swallow down Steve’s whimpers as he keeps grinding himself into overstimulation.
“You, too, Eddie, please,” he groans once he regains control of his faculties. He doesn’t pull away from Eddie’s lazy kisses, just tightens his grip on Eddie’s cock and speeds up the motion of his wrist. It doesn’t take long for Eddie to follow him over the edge, spilling over Steve’s hand and the bottom of his polo shirt as he bites Steve’s lip to stay quiet. It’s just the two of them, but Eddie doesn’t trust himself not to say something he can’t take back now that they’re playacting at romance.
Apparently Steve has a similar thought. After a moment of breathing heavily into each other’s mouths, he chuckles to himself. “I thought you’d be the type to say ‘I love you’ after.” It’s teasing, but it doesn’t have the same bite as their earlier conversation.
“I can if you want,” Eddie offers. He nuzzles against Steve’s neck, savoring the way Steve shudders a little when he puts pressure on the new bruise. Steve doesn’t say anything one way or another, so Eddie leans up to whisper deliberately in his ear, “I love you.”
“Eddie.” He sounds so sad, or maybe wistful? “You don’t have to do this anymore.” When Eddie pulls back to catch his gaze, his eyes are watering again.
“What if I want to?” Eddie challenges.
“You shouldn’t.”
Eddie rubs a thumb along his lower lash line, wiping away the wetness. “Shouldn’t do it, or shouldn’t want to? Big difference.”
Steve leans into his touch and sighs so heavily that it seems to shake his whole body. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m…” He scoffs. “Basically just shit on Billy Hargrove’s boot, at this point. I don’t wanna cause more problems for you.”
“Baby.” He’s not sure if he imagines the ghost of a smile that sparks on Steve. “I’m a self-proclaimed freak. I’ve already flunked senior year once and I’m on track to do it again. The only problem you’re causing me is the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you, and we’re already there.”
“Oh.” Steve bites his lip. “I thought you kinda hated me.”
Eddie laughs. “Please, you saw how jealous I was of that hickey.”
“Oh,” he says again, sounding even smaller.
That worries Eddie. Steve Harrington is not usually small. He’s quick to reassure, “I don’t want to push if you’re not into it, but I’m–”
“I really like you,” Steve blurts. “I know I barely know you outside of, you know–”
Eddie quirks an eyebrow. “Fucking my brains out?”
“Yeah, that.” Steve looks shy at the mention, never mind that his hand and shirt are still covered in Eddie’s come. “But I think I want to get to know you better.”
“Great, that makes two of us.” Eddie jerks his head in the direction of Tommy’s house. “Maybe I could give you a ride home and we can work on that?”
I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”
“Do you ever wonder why we’re here?” Eddie asks, turning his head and squinting his eyes in the morning sun. Steve stares back, dumbfounded before the station alarms go off and the boys jump up from their warm spot on the concrete to begin another arduous 24-hour shift.
Words: 1187, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M, F/F, F/M
Characters: Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Jim “Chief” Hopper, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Jim “Chief” Hopper, Jim “Chief” Hopper & Eddie Munson, Joyce Byers/Jim “Chief” Hopper
Additional Tags: Paramedic Steve Harrington, Firefighter Eddie Munson, Medical Procedures, Medication, Medical Examination, Medical Conditions, Fire, Firefighters, Needles, Emergency Medical Technicians, Slice of Life, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Co-workers, My First Work in This Fandom, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Mild Smut, My First Smut
Okay on one hand I love the idea of Robin knowing about steddie before steddie did, but on the other hand...
robin being the last to connect the dots because PFF, this is STEVE. Steve, the ladies man who has... suspiciously not been talking about ladies for awhile.
I believe that Steve is a chronic under-sharer, and Robin, has a tendency to talk a lot, so a lot of their conversations are just Robin going off while Steve hums and nods along.
Robin only finds out when she had to rush to family video on a day she had off, because she forgot to rent a movie that Vicky asked for, and she walks in, notices the lack of... Steve, and promptly invites herself into the break room.
Only to get an eyeful of Eddie sitting in Steve's lap and giving him hickeys.
Afterwards, they’d made their way to bed and made the sweetest, slowest love to each other they’d had in all their one whole year together. And then they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. It was gentle and sweet and perfect.
Steve’s plans were considerably less sweet.
or
Six months after Steve finally got to see Eddie’s apartment - pool in the ceiling and all - they’re celebrating their one year anniversary. Seems to Steve like it’s the perfect time to act out that pool sex fantasy he had since day one
Words: 1622, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Eddie’s got a pool for a ceiling, Part 13 of Smutty and Soft Steddie September, Part 12 of 2025 Steddie Bingo Round 2
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Additional Tags: Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Light Dom/sub, Pool Sex, Frottage, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, (the fantasy of it anyways), Sexual Overstimulation, Subspace
I want Buck to pull away from Eddie and Christopher and Christopher to be confused about it and Eddie has to try and gently explain that the two of them basically tapdanced all over Buck's number one trigger. And Eddie is sad but resigned because he knew this would happen but Chris is devastated because he's 14 and it never once occurred to him that his actions would have consequences.
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