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Okay but how would a meeting between the entire Hawkins Party and the Umbrella Academy go?
In my imagination its just one big therapy session for the tons of trauma they've all been through.
But I can see especially the older kids from Hawkins have some real deep talks with some of the umbrella adults. In particular I think about Steve, Eddie and Nancy having a deeper conversation with Luther, Klaus and Allisson respectively.
Idk where this idea goes but I'd love to hear your opinions on thisš¤
This is entirely fueled by the need to see my favorite gay stoner chaos boys interact
As much as I love Steve and/or Eddie being there for Will, can we stop pretending like Jonathan and their very canon conversation in the diner doesnāt exist?
Eddie never knew there were moments that would just steal his breath and not give it back even after they passed, lingering in his mind, his heartbeat, his fingertips, making him wonder if the world is suddenly much bigger than before, or endlessly smaller, reduced only to one impossibly perfect moment.
He never knew. Until he met Steve. Steve, with his moments, with his smiles, with his kisses and laughs and gentle voice singing under his breath when he thinks Eddie isnāt listening.
But Eddie listens. He always listens.
And he basks, taking it all in as heās sitting in the back of his van somewhere at the foot of Weathertop, leaning against the side wall.
There is a steady pitter-patter of heavy summer rain against the roof of the van, a breeze of fresh air coming in through the open doors that occasionally leaves goose bumps along his arms and brings with it the smell of rain and drenched soil, of blooming fields and trees and life, mixing with their own little bubble of life and love and tobacco.
Eddie wants to catch that smell, that sound, that feeling in a mason jar like Steve told him he used to dream as a kid. Maybe he will. He knows thereās one in the driverās side door for this very purpose.
It would be a good forever-moment, with Steve lying in the back of his van, illuminated by the soft glow of the fairy lights Eddie installed for him the other week with a hearty but ultimately fake grumble. The warm light dances along his skin, making it look even more golden than usual, complementing the galaxy of moles that is imprinted and immortalised on his skin.
And Eddie watches. He always watches.
Golden light that makes even his dimples shine as he smiles, eyes closed as heās singing along to the third mixtape of the night. Space Age Love Song, which Eddie pretends to hate. But how could he hate it when it makes Steve look like that? When it thus steals Eddieās breath, his heart, his sanity?
And then, for a moment, for one perfect, drawn-out moment, all Eddie Munson can do anymore is watch. And listen. And feel. Because what he sees and hears and feels is everything.
His breath is lodged in his throat as he reaches for his little sketchbook ā the special one, littered with drawings and doodles and musings of Steve. His face, his hands, the constellations of his moles. The occasional DnD related sketch in there, because Steve just inspires him.
His pencil dances over the page in practiced, familiar movements as he tries to capture the moment on paper. Itās hard, though, because Steveās nose is scrunched a little with that smile that Eddieās not even sure Steveās aware of, and his dimples tell a story of their own tonight. A story of contentment rather than joy or amusement. Eddie has to try and try again, never quite getting it right, this perfection, and he curses a little under his breath.
āWhat are you drawing?ā Steve asks, turning his head and opening his eyes a little, squinting but curious.
āNothing,ā Eddie smiles, pulling the sketch closer to his chest, away from Steveās sleepy, lazy, slow attempt to reach for it. āGo back to sleep.ā
āāM not asleep,ā he sighs, rolling over onto his side, watching Eddie and reaching for his ankle ā just to touch. To hold. To feel.
It makes Eddie smile. āNo?ā
āNo,ā Steve says, helpless not to smile back, and Eddie wants to kiss him. āJustā¦ I donāt know. āS nice.ā
āYeah?ā
āMm-hmm. Perfect.ā
Eddie discards the sketchbook and goes to lie down beside Steve, wrapping one arm around his middle, the other coming up to take Steveās, their fingers intertwined between their faces.
āThen I think the word youāre looking for is basking.ā
Steve hums again, touching his forehead to Eddieās knuckles before brushing featherlight kisses over them. āYeah,ā he breathes. āBasking.ā
Eddieās heart is ready to beat out of his chest, make a life of its own fuelled by the perfection of this moment. Everything about it. Everything.
Outside, the rain picks up even more, a wave of cold air coming into the van that makes Steve cuddle closer to him, until their foreheads are touching. Eddie closes his eyes, breathes him in, and slowly inches forward, tilting his head to claim Steveās lips in a gentle kiss.
They trade slow, sensual kisses for a while. Steveās hand comes up to Eddieās cheek, his thumb stroking whatever skin he can find, caressing his cheek, his chin, his jaw, while Eddie plays with Steveās hair.
In the end itās Steve who pulls back first, eyes open, just watching Eddie. Taking him in, making him feel seen rather than watched.
āI love you.ā
āI love you, too.ā Answering is as easy as breathing. And just as difficult. Just as impossible. His love, his breath ā they both belong to Steve, completely and entirely.
Steve, who smiles at him like being loved by Eddie Munson means something to him. Like it means everything. Like it can mean Forever. Eddie feels like he might not survive tonight it Steve continues to be so genuine, so honest, so raw, so open, so vulnerable, so pretty, so beautiful, so absolutely breathtakingly everything.
āCan I see what you were drawing?ā
āYou,ā Eddie says, reaching behind him blindly in search for his book, too weak to refuse Steve anything he asks for. āI was drawing you.ā
āYou were?ā
Eddie nods, feeling a heat creeping up on his cheeks.
āSap,ā Steve grins, leaning in to plant a kiss on Eddieās cheek as he reaches over him for the sketchbook. āCan I?ā
āKnock yourself out,ā Eddie grumbles, rolling them so Steveās lying on his back and Eddie can sprawl on top of him. Hide his face in the crook of Steveās neck, hide the way heās flushing, hide the absolutely obvious way heās a goner for Steve fucking Harrington.
He hears the gasps, hears the pages being flipped, the little giggles of surprise, the hums and tiny, secret little ohs. He hears them and he holds his breath, beginning to shiver for a reason that even the cool breeze cannot compete with.
āEddie,ā Steve breathes. Doesnāt say anything else for a while. And Eddie wonders if Steve is in the same boat, in the same condition, if he has these moments, too. Moments like this. He wonders, and he hopes, and he wishes.
But Steve doesnāt say anything else, and neither does Eddie, and the music switches to Springsteen. Tougher Than the Rest. Itās always been too soft for Eddie, but right now it serves to give the word perfect a new melody.
āDance with me,ā Steve breathes.
āHm?ā
āDance with me. Please?ā
āIn the rain?ā
āMm-hmm,ā Steve nods, tightens his hold around Eddie as if he forgot that they still had to get up and get out there.
āYeah, okay,ā Eddie says, lifting himself from Steveās chest and climbing out of the car, warm rain immediately drenching his clothes. It makes him laugh, a boyish little thing that bubbles out of him as he holds out his hands to help Steve out.
Steve takes his hand, jumping out with a small giggle of his own, making for a glorious vision: happy and giddy against the golden light inside the van, his wild hair soon drenched completely, sticking to his face where he shakes his head, showing droplets of water left and right.
It doesnāt fit the song, doesnāt fit the notion of basking, but theyāre both laughing and breathless, clinging to each other in the moonlit night somewhere at the foot of weathertop, far away from everyone else that they might just be the only two people left in the world. Two silly boys, giddy and breathless and stupidly in love.
It makes Eddie pause. Swallow. It makes his heart go wild as he stills.
āWhat?ā Steve asks, stilling as well, looking over his shoulder to see if someone was coming, if someoneās watching them.
Eddie pulls him closer, makes Steve meet his eyes again as he rests his hands around his neck. āDance with me.ā
A smile spreads Steveās lips, breaking through all of Eddieās walls to let the light in ā even in the middle of the night. āOkay,ā he breathes.
And if youāre brave enough for love, // Honey, Iām tougher than the rest.
The sound of rain isnāt loud enough to drown out the music, but still Eddie can barely hear it over the sound of his own heart. Over the sound of I love you, I love you, I love you. Over the sound of Is this forever? Can this be forever?
They slow dance to Springsteen, then to Tears for Fears, and eventually to Prince. They dance until Steve begins to shiver in his arms, until the rain has drenched them so completely that none of the dayās heat is left in the air and the breeze is getting uncomfortable. And then, they dance a little longer, because Steve is capturing Eddieās lips again, slow and unhurried and like he means it. Like he means it all.
āOne day,ā Steve breathes against Eddieās lips. āOne day Iām going to marry you. Iāll find a way.ā
And itās Eddie this time who gasps, who falls into Steve because his knees are giving out. Itās Eddie whoās lost for words.
But he doesnāt need words, because Steve is kissing him again, holding him up, holding him, holding his heart and his life and his future in hands so gentle and sure that Eddie wants to fall apart, just a little bit.
āNot if I marry you first,ā he says eventually, brushing one last bruising kiss to Steveās lips before pulling back and climbing into the van, dripping as he is.
Steve, laughing and giggling, follows immediately after him, pulling off his clothes in a hurry to get under the blanket. Eddie watches him with a leer ā at least until Steve kicks him in the side and tells him to get out of these clothes and come under the blanket to warm up.
āIf you wanted to get me naked, you couldāa just said so, Harrington. Didnāt have to propose first.ā
Steve grins, helpless against it, blushing a little and hiding his face in the blanket even as he reaches for Eddie to come closer.
But Eddie doesnāt, and awkwardly climbs over Steve to reach for the driverās side door.
āWhat are youāā
Steve shuts up when Eddie retrieves the mason jar, his mouth clicking shut adorably, making Eddie grin, vulnerable and nervous and raw as he feels.
āTold myself Iād capture a perfect moment for you. What do you think, does it qualify?ā
Steve swallows. Nods. Reaches for Eddie once more, who shuffles closer until Steve can test his head on his shoulder.
āCanāt believe you remembered,ā he murmurs, trailing his index finger along the lid.
āI find your lack of faith disturbing,ā Eddie grins, making Steve laugh. Alleviating the moment, but not dislodging it. āSo?ā
āYeah,ā Steve breathes. āItās perfect. Iāmā¦ God, I love you so much, Eddie, shit.ā
āAnd thatās how Iām gonna label it,ā Eddie grins.
āNot One day Iām gonna marry you?ā
And Eddieās breath hitches again. He lowers the mason jar, meeting Steveās eyes this time. He wants to ask; needs to ask. Needs to know.
āDo you mean that?ā Itās whispered; he doesnāt have the strength or the bravery to be any louder.
Steveās hands come up to his cheeks, cradling his face in the gentlest way as he holds Eddieās eyes. āEddie Munson,ā he says, āone day Iām going to marry you. And I wonāt let you marry me first.ā
Between them, Eddie opens the mason jar just as Steve leans in to capture his mouth in a kiss that really is nothing less than a promise. Nothing less than Forever.
happy birthday @anzelsilver i have the hugest āpls be my friendā crush on you so i decided to write you a lil thing and hope you enjoy this and the rest of your week š«¶š¤š·
Summary: Wayne wants to make sure Eddie and his new boyfriend are being careful, but Eddie's confused... he doesn't have a boyfriend, does he?
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 3,881
AO3 Link
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Wayne Munson had always been more observant than he looked. When he first took in his nephew Eddie, the kid constantly thought he could outsmart him, and pull the wool over his eyes as he had his father. But Wayne knew better than that.Ā
Eddie grew up to be less sneaky and more upfront about things with Wayne, but he knew his nephew still held things back from him. He wasnāt the kidās dad, but heād earned Eddieās trust enough that he would come to him when he was ready to share.
So when after March break of 1986, one Steve Harrington started coming around the trailer, Wayne kept his mouth shut and let the boys be.
The thing is, Wayne always knew Eddie marched to the beat of his own drum, with everything, including who he liked. Heād never formally come out to him, or talked to him about anything regarding romance or sex, but Wayne figured that maybe he was a late bloomer or something. Easier for him, heād never even thought about the fated ābirds and the beesā conversation with Eddie until he found a glossy worn skin mag wedged between his mattress and box spring when he was seventeen. It didnāt bother Wayne, what other people did with their partners was none of his business; but he knew if Eddie did like fellas instead of ladies, heād have an even harder time being out in the world then he already did.
Regardless, Wayne never told Eddie what heād found, he just kept a close eye on his boy, and knew that when he was ready, heād talk to his dear old uncle.
Of course, that was before the Harrington boy started coming over at all hours of the night.
Steve was a nice kid, nothing like his asshole of a father. The first time heād met Wayne all those months ago in the hospital, he looked exhausted, a little beat up, and sitting by his boyās bedside.Ā
āYou must be Wayne.ā He said, getting up and offering the seat beside Eddieās bed to him. āI would say Eddie has told me so much about you butā¦ā
āItās okay, kid.ā Wayne told him, hearing the subtle bits of anxiety colour his tone. āYouāre the Harrington boy, arenāt you?ā
He stuck out his hand for Wayne to shake. āSteve, sir. I havenāt known Eddie long, but I know the kids worship him, and heās like an older brother to them. IāIām grateful they have him at school looking after them even thoughā¦ā Steve went quiet, an apologetic look on his face.
āSuper senior, yeah I know. Heās 20 and still in high school.ā Wayne let out a gruff chuckle.
āWeāre gonna help him graduate, I promise. He saved us, nearly died for Dustin.ā
The older man nodded. āHeās a good kid, nothing likeā¦ nothing like what theyāve been sayinā about him on the newsāā The words got caught in his throat, and he felt Steve lay a hand on his shoulder.
āI know.āĀ
From that point on, Wayne knew he was gonna like Steve, and he knew heād become a permanent fixture in Eddieās life. He was happy to have the boy around, someone to talk sports with, someone who had fresh baked muffins ready for when Wayne got home after his overnight shifts, someone who made Eddie smile.Ā
Heād never seen his boy this happy around anyone. When Eddie was with Steve, he seemed freer than heād ever been, and Wayne felt in his heart that this was Eddieās first real crush. It broke his heart to think that his kid was falling for someone like Steve Harrington, someone who would grow up to marry a nice girl and have the standard 2 kids and a dog, but he knew that Eddie was resilient, and heād eventually get over Steve and move on. Wayne had trusted Steve would be nice about the whole thing, let Eddie down gently, give him his space to grieve what could have been, but all those thoughts came crashing down one morning when he saw none other than Steve Harrington stumbling out of Eddieās room to the bathroom clad only in his boxers, rubbing sleep from his eye.
Wayne glanced up at the boy curiously. He didnāt seem to see the older man in the kitchen as he closed the door, and Wayne didnāt know if he was intentionally avoiding him, or if he genuinely didnāt see him.
Huh. That was new.
Steve had slept over before, usually when his house felt too big for one person and he needed something other than the radio silence of Loch Nora to clear his mind, but he usually took the couch.Ā
Maybe theyād gotten a little too high and he stayed with Eddie he thought, trying to find any excuse he could as to why Steve Harrington was undressed and sleepy in his nephewās bedroom. He brushed off the occurrence, thinking nothing of it, until it happened again.
āMorning Wayne.ā Steve had called this time, passing him one morning as he was just getting in from work. This time heād been wearing his boxers and an old Iron Maiden t-shirt of Eddieās.
āMorninā Steve.ā He grumbled, making his way into his bedroom.Ā
The man racked his brain, trying to think of every possible scenario of why the kid was in bed with Eddie. Had something happened between them? Wayne thought it was unlikely. They acted the same way they normally did everywhere else; sure, Eddie could be a bit too much like an octopus at times all gangly giving hugs freely, but thatās just how he was, that didnāt mean he and Steve were dating or anything. Could it?Ā
It wasnāt until the third time it happened that Wayne accepted his nephew, Eddie Munson, was dating Steve Harrington.
In a way, Wayne felt a little giddy at the thought. Steve was a great kid, everything he could ever dream of in a son-in-law. He was polite, held shared interests with Wayne, and he made Eddie happy. The boy was a real catch! But that giddiness dissipated as he thought of the disease going around among those young boysā¦ A cold chill ran through him as he remembered Eddie barely conscious for days on end in a hospital bed. He never wanted to see his boy like that; he didnāt want to pry, but maybe at 21 it was time to give him the talk.
Wayne had had enough uncomfortable conversations in his lifetime, but he knew this one was bound to be one for the books. Eddie could be squeamish, he ran away from the things he didnāt feel prepared to face, and Wayne felt that this was something he was not at all prepared for. Needless to say, this ambush needed something to soften the blow.
On his way home from work, heād stopped off at Melvaldās, and then by the local coffee shop to pick up two steaming cups of coffee and half a dozen freshly glazed donuts. Eddieās favourite. When he got home, Eddie was already awake, and Steve was once again in Wayneās kitchen.
Today, the scene was a lot different than it normally was. Eddie sat on the kitchen counter, something Wayne had asked him countless times not to do, and Steve, clad in his Family Video vest, was at the stove frying up bacon and eggs. The two were so wrapped up in their conversation they didnāt even notice Wayne was home until he greeted them with a gruff āMorninā boys.āĀ
Eddieās head snapped forward, meeting his uncleās eyes as he hopped off the counter. āMorning old man,ā he whistled lowly seeing the box of donuts, condensation forming on the clear plastic box from the fresh heat that had risen off them, āyou stopped by Lucyās on the way? Must be a special day!āĀ
Eddie reached for the box, but his uncle slapped his hand away. āAh ah, Steveās puttinā in the work over there, not until youāve had a proper breakfast and said a proper thank you to yer boy.ā A flash of terror crossed Eddieās expression and he nervously wrung his rings around his fingers as he went to gather three plates. Steve plated up a fried egg, some bacon, and slices of toast on each plate and helped Eddie carry them to the table. āSorry Steve, didnāt think youād be here or I woulda grabbed you a coffee as well.ā
Steve shook his head. āNo sweat, Iām not much of a coffee drinker anyways, but thank you. Iāll be out of your hair after breakfast.āĀ
āDonāt rush kid, Iām not kicking you out.ā
Steve chuckled, dunking his toast in the runny egg yolk. āThanks Wayne, Iāve gotta run to work in a bit anyways, this one wanted to sleep in this morning.ā He gestured towards Eddie.
Eddie snorted. āOh so now itās my fault!ā
Wayne shook his head as the two boys bickered, then picked up the plates and set them in the sink when the three were done. He excused himself for a quick shower and let Eddie have his privacy to send Steve off while he collected his thoughts.Ā
After he was clean and dry and in a pair of cozy flannel pyjama pants and sweatshirt, he pulled Eddie into the living room and finally offered him a donut. Eddie groaned, his mouth full of the sweet pastry, nodding along to an inaudible beat.Ā
āEddieā¦ you know I love you, right?ā
Eddieās brow furrowed and his head tilted towards his uncle. āOf course. Wayne, youāre like a father to me.ā His eyes suddenly widened, and he nearly dropped the donut. āYouāre notā¦ youāre not dying are you? Or sick?ā
He chuckled and shook his head. āNo son, no Iām fine. Just wanted to make sure you knew. You can tell me anythinā Eddie, you know that, right?āĀ
The boy scoffed. āYeah, I know, you told me that years ago.ā
Wayne nodded along. āOkay, then I hope Iām not overstepping. Youāre being careful, right? You and Steve I mean?ā
Eddie blinked once. Twice. Three times. āUhhhh, yeah?ā He took a sip of his now cold coffee. āI um, I know you donāt like it when I smoke in the trailer but sometimes with the bugs, and we open the window, but weāre using your ashtray. We wonāt accidentally set the trailer on fire if thatās what you mean. And we donāt drive when weāve been drinking or smoking, we mostly just hang out and listen to music or watch a movie.āĀ
The older man let out a breathy laugh. āNot what I meant kid. Eddie Iāuh youāre twenty-one, and Iām sure you know how this works by now. Iām not naive and I know you arenāt either. And Steveās a boy, but thereās still risks. Iām sure youāve seen those boys on the news with whatās been going around, and after last March I donāt wantā¦ look, just promise me youāll be careful, okay?āĀ
Wayne finally looked up to meet Eddieās eyes, filled with total utter confusion.Ā
He cleared his throat. āYou uh, you probably already haveā¦ supplies, but just in case I umā¦ hereā¦ I stopped in this morning to grab you some uhāprotection.ā Wayne tossed the paper bag at Eddie, hearing the dull thud of the foil packets inside as he caught them. āI know you can be pretty reckless, but I hope you boys have been using them already. Hawkins High isnāt a world class education but I trust they taught you how to use those things, eh? Or do I need to grab a coupleāa bananas?ā
Eddieās face went white as a sheet as he looked into the bag and saw a newly purchased box of condoms.
āUm, Wayne?ā His voice crack was masked by the sound of the paper bag crinkling as he folded the top and set it aside. āWhat exactly do you think I need these for?ā
Wayne scoffed. āCome on Eds, I may be old but Iām not stupid. My eyes arenāt what they used to be, but Iām not blind.ā He moved to sit beside Eddie. āI see the way you two look at each other, and I know you kids, uh, share a bed. Itās okay son. Uh, this probably isnāt how uh, how you planned on telling me, but just know that I love you, and uh, and Steve too.ā
Eddie swallowed audibly. Heād gone from white to green, suddenly regretting that donut. His hands shook as he pushed his hair back from his face, exhaling heavily.
āYou knew?ā His voice shook, sounding watery.
Wayne nodded and took his hand. āYeah kid, I had a feeling, but I didnāt know for sure until the boyfriend started staying over.ā
Eddie nodded along, sniffing once, and wiping the stray tears from his eyes. āOkay. Okay. Cool. Okay. Wait, boyfriend?āĀ
Wayne narrowed his eyes. āBoyfriend, partner, lover, whatever it is you kids are calling it these days.āĀ
The younger boy laughed high and sharp. āWayneā¦ Wayne, please never say āloverā like that again, for both our sake. So you thinkāyou thought Steve was my boyfriend?ā
This time it was Wayneās turn to be confused. āIsā¦ umā¦ is he not?āĀ
āNo! Harrington is totally straight. Weāre notāā
āDoes he know that?āĀ
āWhat theā you really are losing your mind in your old age.ā He shook his head, hiding his face, his eyes totally unreadable. āGood talk, old man. Thanks for the, umā¦ā He gestured to the bag on the couch. āI donāt have a need for them right now, nor have I ever needed them for the record, I havenātā¦ umā¦ yeah, thatās enough information for you I think.āĀ
Wayne chuckled. āHey kid, no shame in holding out for the right one. And just my two cents, but I think maybe Steve could be the right one.ā
āGAH! Okay! Ending this conversation now, go to bed, Iāll see you later, goodbye!ā Eddie turned towards his room, but Wayne could see the heavy blush that covered his cheeks and ran down his neck. He was right about one thing at least, his boy was smitten for one Steve Harrington. And Wayne was sure he was right in thinking that Steve may be smitten for Eddie as well.
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When Wayne left for work at the end of the day, Eddie knew in his heart heād be expecting to see Steve there in the morning as he had that day. It had become routine at this point, Wayne would leave, Eddie would call his favourite person, and ten minutes later, Steve would be at his door.
Steve had started coming over to help Eddie with his bandages, and usually ended up crashing on the Munsonās couch. But lately the nightmares had gotten bad for both of them, and they started taking comfort in each otherās touch. In the month theyād been sharing a bed, neither of them had a single nightmare, but they had to be careful.Ā
Eddie hated sneaking around Wayne. Sure, they werenāt doing anything wrong, they were just sleeping, but it was exhilarating having something that was just for the two of them. Steve had been pretty good about leaving before Wayne was home, but there had been a few times where theyād been caught, this morning in particular being one of them.Ā
The conversation had been uncomfortable for Wayne, sure, but more so for Eddie knowing that someone else saw what he thought heād been imagining. Heād tried to push down his crush on Steve Harrington for years, but it only got worse once he got to know him personally. Heād acknowledged his own feelings shortly after Vecna, but lately, he was getting the feeling that maybe Steve could possibly, actually feel the same way too. It was validating, almost vindicating knowing that Wayne thought they were a couple; heād been going crazy trying to figure out what was going on between himself and Steve, and knowing that someone else saw it felt good. But he could have done without the box of condoms.
The box of condoms Wayne threw haphazardly into his room. The box of condoms currently sitting in the middle of his bed.
Steve flopped himself down onto his side of the bed after changing into pyjamas and poked the bag. āWhatās that?ā
Eddie sprung to action as he picked up the bag. āNothing!ā He swiped it from Steveās hands and deposited it on his nightstand. āNothing, just Wayne being nosy for no reason.ā
Steve grinned and tackled Eddie suddenly, throwing his leg over him straddling his hips, and pinning his wrists in one hand as the older boy squirmed below him.Ā
āSteve! Steve god DAMNIT let me go!āĀ
āNo secrets remember? What weird thing did Wayne go and do now?āĀ
Eddieās heart dropped as he plead with his friend. āDude, dude let me go, seriously, itās embarrassing.āĀ
Steve looked down at Eddie, his smile fading. He climbed off his lap and back into his usual spot. āSorry man, I didnātāā
āNo, no itās fine, itās stupid.ā He sighed. āItās really stupid. God I donāt even know why Iāmāitās just a box of condoms.āĀ
Steve tensed. āO-oh. Got a hot date or something coming up Munson?ā His smile didnāt reach his eyes. āThe pull out method doesnāt always work, trust me, the pregnancy scare is not worthāā
āSteve Iām gay.āĀ
āO-okay.āĀ
Eddie sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. āHe bought me the condoms because he thought you and Iā¦ well heā¦ look Iām sorry, okay? I told him we werenāt, I set the record straight, heh, about you anyways, he knows about me now.āĀ
The other boy cocked his head to the side. āHe thoughtā¦ what he thought we were together?āĀ
Eddie moved a strand of hair in front of his mouth, unable to meet Steveās eyes, and nodded. āSorry man, I donāt know where he got that idea. You donāt have to stay if youāreāIāll be alright on my own for a bit if itās too weird or whatever.āĀ
āEddieā¦ Edsā¦ā Steve shifted closer. āDo you want that?āĀ
He scoffed. āIāve slept better in the last month than I have in the last year, of course I donāt want you to leave.āĀ
Steve shook his head. āThatās not what I meant. No, do you want what Wayne thought to be true?ā
Eddie couldnāt answer Steve, and somehow that felt more damning to him than if heād just said yes.Ā
āEddie?ā
āIām sorry Steve, if you donāt want to see me anymore, just tell me okay? Iām notā¦ just donāt tell anyone, please.āĀ
Steve took his hand. āWayne really thought we were together?āĀ
āDudeāā
āShit, guess Robin was right, I am really obvious.āĀ
āWhatā?ā
Steve chuckled. āEds, dude,ā he chuckled, āsweetheart, I want that too.āĀ
Eddieās jaw dropped as he slowly turned to meet Steveās eyes. Steve met his glance with a sheepish shrug, his thumb now rubbing circles on the back of Eddieās hand.
āDidā¦ did you just call me dude? In the middle of your big romantic confession?ā Eddieās face cracked into a smile.
āIāā He scoffed, his chin meeting his chest as he hung his head. āI donāt know what Iām doing here man, youāre the first guy Iāve been into, and the Harrington charm hasnāt exactly been working on you.ā
āOh, OH itās working for me, let me tell you that. Youāve got no problems there.ā
Steve chuckled and fell forward, his forehead resting on Eddieās shoulder. Eddie untangled their hands and draped his arm around Steve, tugging him closer until he felt his short breaths on his neck.
āSoā¦ so you really like me?ā
āI thought I made that abundantly clear when I practically begged to share your bed.āĀ
Eddie frowned. āI thought that was just for the nightmares?ā
āIt was, a bit, but I also wanted you close. I figured maybe Iād sort my shit out and stop thinking of you likeā¦ like I normally think of girls if we had an old fashioned sleep over.ā
āAnd did it help?ā
Steve looked up at Eddie deadpan. āClearly it didnāt.ā
Eddie threw his head back in a chuckle, hitting the wall with a loud thump. āFuck.ā
The other boy jumped to action, bringing Eddieās head off the wall, carding his fingers through his hair to check for a bump as he winced.
āHeh, that feels kinda nice Stevie.āĀ
Steve smiled, settling his hand on Eddieās neck satisfied with his findings. āOh yeah? You like having your hair played with?ā
āSāall new to me, I donāt know what I like. Never even kissed a boy.ā He looked down at Steve's lips.
āYou know, funny you say that, because neither have I.ā Steve smirked, looking up at Eddie through his lashes the way he knew drove Nancy crazy. He leaned in, eyes flicking between Eddieās lips and eyes, until their noses almost brushed.
Eddie blinked, worrying his lip between his teeth, feeling Steveās hot breath hit his face. āStevie, are you sure?ā
His thumb brushed a soft path along Eddieās cheekbone, and he swallowed. āIāve never been more sure about anything, Eds.ā
Eddieās nose clumsily brushed Steveās, his eyes slid closed, and moments later, their lips brushed in a chaste kiss. He shuddered out a breath and smiled, going in for another as he felt his heart pound in his chest.Ā
He knew Steve had a lot more experience than he did, but Steve was happy to let Eddie take the lead until he got his bearings. His chaste brushes of lips turned into slotting their lips together, panting hard, and eventually, when Steve couldnāt take it and just needed more, he slid his tongue against Eddieās top lip.
Eddie felt like he was soaring. No amount of drugs could top the high he felt kissing Steve, and it only got better once Steve met his enthusiasm. Their tongues met, and Eddieās breath got caught in his throat, a shiver rolled down his spine, and he sighed happily.Ā
Steve pulled away first, pecking Eddie on the lips once, twice, then slotted their lips together again, guiding him backwards until his head hit the pillows.
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The trailer was quiet when Wayne got home that morning. He spotted Steveās shoes by the front door and smiled knowingly.Ā
He padded through the trailer noting gratefully that Steve had made fresh banana bread the night before, and took a slice on a paper towel, breaking off pieces and groaning quietly in pleasure as he ate it.Ā
Something was different about that morning, it was in the air of the trailer, too still, to calm, but still electric, and Wayne noted that Eddieās bedroom door was cracked open. He poked his head in, not wanting to disturb the boysā sleep, but the sight before him had the man giggling like a school girl.
Eddie and Steve laid tangled together in the sheets, chests bare as they snored lightly. Lying on the bottom corner of the bed was a crumpled up foil packet, the corner torn open and empty. The box of condoms Wayne had given Eddie the night before lay open on his beside table.
It's a random Wednesday night, and Steve is hanging out with Eddie Munson. Not that that's exactly a weird thing anymore since the world went to shit and Eddie had this whole "you saved my life and I'm going to annoy you for the rest of yours to show my gratitude" type of thing going on. (And yes, he had said those exact words so many times that Steve had memorized them).
But tonight, they kind of just... sit. Not that Steve is complaining. He hates being alone, and always has, so just having someone next to him is nice.
He glances over at Eddie whose eyes are shut, so Steve allows himself to really look.
He had always prided himself in knowing he was comfortable enough in his masculinity to notice when men were attractive. And Eddie certainly was very very attractive. And strangely... pretty.
He has those nice big eyes that make Steve wonder if it makes girls feel all tingly when Eddie looks at them. If they notice the way he's not afraid to make eye contact and lean into it until it feels like he's got their soul on display and memorized it.
He wonders if the girls stare at his full lips and if their hearts flutter when he runs his tongue over his top lip. If they feel all warm and flushed when they imagine what it would be like to feel their lips against his.
Steve nearly groans at the thought for some reason. He wonders if Eddie would kiss a girl gently as if she were fragile or if he would be rough and enthusiastic with the same energy he usually has buzzing around him whenever he walks into a room. He wonders if the girl would run her hand through his hair, and if it's as soft as it looks or if her fingers would get tangled and pull-
"You've gotta stop looking at me like that," Eddie says, startling Steve out of his thoughts as he notices his eyes are now open and on him.
He takes a moment to collect himself and process what he just said. "Like what?"
Eddie looks at him and turns his head away, and Steve tries not to get lost in his profile and the slope of his nose-
Eddie sighs and shakes his head, muttering something like I guess now is the time under his breath, and Steve has no idea what that means. "I mean," Eddie starts and glances at Steve nervously, "You have to stop looking at me with that Harrington look. The one that charms all those girls out of their pants."
Steve scoffs, "I don't have a look."
"You do," Eddie insists as his hand comes up to fiddle with his rings.
Steve looks at Eddie's hands and pulls his eyes away before his thoughts run a mile a minute. "Okay, so maybe I do, but why can't I look at you like that?" As soon as Steve asks, he knows it's a stupid question, but he hopes Eddie gets what he means.
Eddie raises his eyebrows at him and shakes his head. His mouth opens and closes and he groans, leaning over to grab his beer and chug half of it in one go. Steve tries not to look at the tendons in his neck as he swallows.
"Because I'm not those girls," Eddie says as he puts his can back down, "But I certainly think like them."
Steve tilts his head a little and knows that Robin would laugh at him for doing the golden retriever look as she puts it, but he's confused. He guesses by Eddie's sigh that the metalhead can tell he needs more explanation.
Eddie's knees come up to his chest as he turns towards Steve. "Just don't... punch me, okay?"
Steve nods and wonders what that means.
Eddie takes a deep breath and his damn tongue worries his top lip, and it's almost so distracting that Steve almost doesn't hear him say, "I'm gay."
It takes Steve a while to process, and he feels like for some reason his whole view of Eddie changes but... in an exciting way. Almost anticipatory. But he's also still so Eddie that Steve just kind of shrugs.
Apparently, his reaction is a little too late because Eddie is rambling as if he needs to defend himself as he explains, "At first I thought I was maybe bisexual or something, and I held out hope that maybe some girl would come along and I would be wooed or whatever, but then I realized all these crushes I had on girls were kind of just friend crushes and I didn't want to kiss them but-"
"What's bisexual?" Steve asks and continues, "Like what does that mean?"
"It's when a person like girls and boys," Eddie explains and continues on.
But Steve hears nothing else Eddie rambles on about because all that's happening in his head is little flashes of memories of all these men he's found attractive, and how he thought it was normal for men to feel all fluttery when they see another attractive man. Especially one like Eddie who makes Steve feel like his heart is about to rip out of his chest, but he just thought that's how Eddie makes people feel... especially girls.
Or maybe especially guys. Especially guys like Steve.
Shit. Holy shit.
"Steve?" Eddie asks gently, "Are you okay?"
Steve glances back at Eddie and looks at him. Like really really looks at him. And then he focuses on how he feels.
Like maybe... maybe the girls he always wonders about... maybe they're him. Maybe he wants to know what it's like to kiss Eddie and run his hands through his hair. Maybe he's...
"There's that look again," Eddie teases lightly but Steve can see the thin veil of terror he's trying to hide in his features.
"What was that word again?" Steve asks sounding more breathless than he realized he was.
Eddie furrows his brow and shakes his head.
"The bi... the bicycle type word," Steve explains hoping that'll work well enough since he can't properly say the definition right now.
"Bisexual?" Eddie tries.
Steve nods and mumbles, "Bisexual." It feels... weird. But it feels right. But it also feels almost shameful? And how the hell did he not realize this until now?
"Steve," Eddie says and lays his hand over Steve's. His rings are cold against Steve's hand.
"Eddie, what if?" Steve takes a deep breath and tries again, "What if that was me?"
Eddie stares at him for a moment and just nods slowly looking deeply lost in thought until he suddenly clears his throat and asks, "Have you ever felt... attracted to a man or wanted to kiss one?"
Steve can't help but have his eyes flicker down to Eddie's lips. "Yes," he says without thinking too hard about it.
Eddie's eyes flicker to Steve's lips as he practically whispers, "I told you, you got to stop with that look."
"Is it working?" Steve asks as he leans in.
He doesn't expect the hand to his chest as he's shoved back lightly but firmly. "You just figured out what bisexuality is, you can't just..." Eddie's hands flap about as he gestures between them.
"Says who?" Steve asks and Eddie just gestures more and mumbles some incoherent phrases. Steve gently grabs his hands and holds them still. "Eddie, I really want to kiss you."
Eddie's eyes widen as he mutters out, "The speed at which you're bypassing this gay panic is alarmingly fast."
"Bisexual panic," Steve corrects trying the word out again to make sure he got it right plus to tease Eddie who huffs. "If you don't want to kiss me, you can just say it," Steve says, thinking that's maybe the problem.
Eddie shakes his head and rambles out, "I've wanted to kiss you since you ripped that damn bat's head off, Christ." He flails back and runs his hands over his face before turning back to Steve and inching closer to him. "Just... promise you won't punch me if you hate this?"
"Promise," Steve says with a wide smile as he cups Eddie's face.
"Holy shit, I'm about to kiss Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington is about to kiss m-"
"Eddie?"
Eddie hums in response.
"I'm gonna kiss you now," Steve says, trying not to laugh as Eddie seems to be panicking about this way more than he is.
Eddie nods and leans forward along with Steve.
Their lips meet and Steve can't help but smile slightly against his lips as Eddie treats him like Steve had half imagined - sweet and gentle as if Steve were the most fragile thing in the world. Then, the kiss shifts as Eddie's lips move roughly against his, using that same frantic, manic energy he always has as his hands come up to tug Steve's hair.
Steve groans and realizes he can do that too, and Eddie's hair is just as soft as he imagined, but then Eddie's pulling away and Steve is chasing after his lips before he notices the look Eddie is giving him. Is this okay?
"Definitely bisexual," Steve announces before pulling Eddie back in and kissing him again.
He's going to have a field day telling Robin later.
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Everyone thinks that Steve and Eddie hate each other. No matter how many times they insist that yes, they were once jealous of each other, but now they are friends, no one believes them. The whole party and even Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle think that it's just some big joke that the two of them are friends.
Even with matching scars, shared trauma, and spending time together healing from both of those things, no one can wrap their heads around Steve and Eddie being friends. So much so that when they interact with each other, everyone insists that they don't have to pretend to like each other.
It gets to the point that Steve and Eddie have to hang out alone and avoid each other in group settings. "It feels like you're my secret lover or something," Steve jokes while staring up at Eddie's bedroom ceiling.
Eddie huffs a laugh while lightly strumming his guitar. "I'm not sure what we're going to do at Dustin's birthday party."
Steve sits up and looks at Eddie. "His what?"
"His birthday party this weekend," Eddie says still strumming. Steve stares at him cluelessly and that's when Eddie puts down his guitar. "Hey, I'm sure he just already thought he invited you," Eddie insists and gives Steve's hand a squeeze.
"Or he's having separate parties as if we're divorced parents," Steve groans. "I don't get it. Yes, in high school we were not friends and probably never would have been-"
"Ouch," Eddie interrupts and pretends he's been struck in the heart. He flops back on his bed and stares up at Steve. "You flatter me too much, Harrington."
Steve snorts, "Yeah as if you wouldn't have avoided me like the plague in high school if I tried to talk to you. Not that I blame you." He stares down and runs a hand through Eddie's curly hair. Soft.
Eddie hums and leans into the touch. He really is adorable. Steve thinks out loud, "I don't see how anyone could hate you."
"Except most of the town still."
"Anyone who knows you," Steve elaborates. Eddie just shrugs in response. Steve takes a moment to think to himself.
"What's going on?" Eddie asks.
Steve smiles and shakes his head. "Nothing."
"You stopped playing with my hair and there's worry all over that pretty face," Eddie flirts, but Steve is used to it by now equating it to Eddie's charm.
Steve looks down at him and brushes a strand of hair behind Eddie's ear. He hesitates before saying, "Do you think... Well, Robin said... I just- Never mind." He glances away before Eddie can read what's on his mind which seems to be a gift of his.
The mattress shifts slightly as Eddie sits up and puts a hand on Steve's cheek instantly soothing him. He raises his eyebrows and has the look in his big doe eyes that says you know you can talk to me.
"Do you think there's a weird tension between us?" Steve asks. "I mean, that's what everyone says when I ask why they think we hate each other."
Eddie takes a few moments seemingly considering the thought, but then he shrugs. "Not that I'm aware of."
Steve nods and leans forward until his head rests in the crook of Eddie's neck. "I'm going to have to convince Dustin that we can be in the same room together for this party, aren't I?"
Eddie chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of Steve's head. "I think you are especially since we haven't interacted in front of anyone for a few weeks now."
"Has it really been that long?" Steve asks turning slightly so he isn't basically mouthing against Eddie's neck. He feels Eddie nod and he huffs a sigh. "That kid is so stubborn."
"I think we're to blame for that," Eddie replies.
"Now we really sound like divorced parents," Steve says then sits back. "I've gotta go talk to him."
"I'll walk you out," Eddie says.
Steve doesn't remember when it became a thing for them, but he can't remember the last time Eddie didn't walk him to the door and hug him goodbye. Steve lingers in the embrace for as long as Eddie allows - which is always as long as Steve needs.
"Good luck," Eddie says as Steve pulls away.
"Thanks," Steve says and lingers in Eddie's space for a few moments longer. In times like this, he can feel the tension that Robin talks about, and he doesn't know why but it feels like he's missing something.
As he makes his way out the door with a parting squeeze to Eddie's arm he wishes he could talk to someone about it. Maybe Robin will stop thinking he's joking soon because for some reason he thinks she could help.
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After a long conversation insisting he and Eddie could be in the same room together, Dustin finally gives in and invites him to the party. Then Steve has to get an even longer lecture about how he can't be rude to the Hellfire members no matter how much he hates Eddie.
Steve just brushes it off, but as the day of the party approaches, he gets more and more anxious. He really doesn't want to draw attention to himself and Eddie, but he wants to talk to his friend free of judgment. Eddie insists that things will be fine and this is their opportunity to convince people that they're friends.
For some reason it hurts Steve a little, but it's probably because his friends don't believe him and definitely not about him and Eddie just being friends.
He pushes that thought out of his mind by the time he approaches the Wheeler's house which was declared the ultimate party spot although Steve told Dustin his parents would be gone and he was more than happy to have everyone over. Maybe this party really is the time to show everyone that he and Eddie can more than tolerate each other.
Steve knocks on the door which quickly opens to Eddie on the other side. Without thinking, Steve does their usual greeting by hugging Eddie.
It's as if Steve punched him or something because the house goes silent.
"Okay, you two break it up. Just because it's my birthday doesn't mean you have to go out of your way to be nice to each other," Dustin says, pushing the hug apart before launching himself into his and Steve's handshake. Steve then pulls Dustin into a hug and rustles his hair while wishing him a happy birthday. Dustin thanks him and runs off to the basement following the rest of the group.
Steve glances over to Eddie who is staring at him in slight awe and what looks like a bit of confusion. "You've never seen the handshake?" Steve asks.
Eddie shakes his head, "No-" his voice cracks and he clears his throat. "No, I have not. It's..."
"Pretty nerdy, I know, but-"
Eddie holds his hand up and cuts him off, "It was sweet. You're um... you're really sweet to him. Hey, is it hot in here?"
"I think it's just me," Steve flirts with a big smile.
"I think it is," Eddie replies somewhat serious sounding.
Steve is about to flirt more when a loud ahem from beside them that Steve definitely recognizes interrupts. "Robin?" He asks before turning and giving her a brief hug. "What are you doing here?"
"Dustin invited me as a buffer," she answers honestly. "You didn't see me when you got in? I was obnoxiously waving for like a full minute."
Steve shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. "No, I was uhh... I guess I was distracted."
Eddie bumps his shoulder and says, "Do I distract you, Harrington?"
Steve rolls his eyes and bumps his shoulder back. "Go to the basement before you distract me some more, Munson."
Eddie winks before making his way to the basement, and Steve can't help but watch to make sure he gets there safely. If he's learned anything about Eddie is that he is a bit of a clutz.
"Oh my god," Robin says and smacks Steve's arm hard.
"Ow. What?" Steve says rubbing at his arm.
Robin gestures to the stairs and points accusatorily to Steve. "When did you and Eddie hook up, and why didn't you tell me?"
Steve snorts, "Really? You go from thinking we're enemies to secret lovers just like that?"
"Yes! Because I finally figured out the tension! I have to tell Nancy!" Robin says already running up the stairs.
"I knew you had ulterior motives!" Steve yells back and Robin turns to flip him off before she's out of sight.
Steve sighs as he hears yelling from down the stairs. Time to embrace the madness.
As he makes his way down the stairs, he can hear what sounds like an argument about some campaign Eddie had been telling him about. He spots El and Max first who huddle in a corner, rolling their eyes and whispering. Steve makes eye contact with them and gives them sympathetic looks.
He turns and finds Eddie standing on the couch, yelling down at Mike and Dustin who seem to be arguing about some character while the rest of Eddie's Hellfire friends try to interject in random ways. They all have slight smiles on their faces - especially Eddie - so Steve knows he doesn't have to break anything up.
That is until he spots Will behind them all looking off in slight distress. Steve knows it's been a bit hard for him to get back into things since he came back because not only was the whole mindflayer thing really horrible, but not being a part of Hellfire really made him feel out of the loop sometimes. Luckily, Lucas had his back and made sure to stick by his side since he could relate with the whole basketball thing.
When Eddie glances over, Steve shoots him a look and glances toward Will. Eddie takes the hint and clears his throat. "Well, it is Dusitn's birthday, so I guess I'll have to agree with him for today. But in our next campaign, there will be no room for arguments! Especially if I can get the infamous Will the Wise to help me with it."
Will gives Eddie a smile and seems to light up at the idea. "Yeah, I- I'd really like that."
Eddie hops off the couch and offers his hand out to Will who takes it and shakes it quickly. "Welcome to Hellfire. Now, what does the birthday boy have in mind?"
Before Dustin can respond, Lucas interrupts him and yells to the girls, "Get the tape!"
The girls comply and Eddie looks at Steve and shrugs then pats his lap. "Looks like there's one free seat available."
Steve laughs and rolls his eyes, but he ends up sitting in Eddie's lap as everyone stares. "What? I'm not sitting on the floor when there's an open spot."
"There's literally a free chair right to your left," Mike says.
Steve turns and looks. Sure enough, he's right. "We don't want El and Max sitting on the floor. Now what's this film about?"
"Yeah, what's the film?" Dustin asks.
Steve glances over to Will who has a small smile on his face. Steve suddenly remembers the camera Will had been sneaking around for the summer, and it all starts to add up.
El and Max return with a film that Max puts in the VHS player and announces, "Introducing some of our favorite Dustin moments."
Everyone laughs as Dustin watches in horror all the videos pieced together of him. Steve is surprised to notice he made the cut in a lot of them, but he's more excited when he sees Eddie.
Then, Steve tenses as he notices a video from Family Video that he didn't know was being taken. He recognizes the girl, and even worse, he recognizes the signature Harrington charm as he flirts with her. Dustin mocks him in the video, and he ends up running up to Steve and scaring the girl away.
Everyone around them including Dustin laughs, but Eddie tenses. Steve doesn't know why he feels the urge to soothe him so badly, but he finds himself whispering, "That was weeks ago, you can tell by the length of my hair." He doesn't know why he needs Eddie to know that, but he does. He reaches up and starts running a hand through Eddie's hair. "I promise, Eddie."
"I know," Eddie says sincerely and leans into the touch like he always does.
"Okay, why are you guys acting like that?" Dustin asks, and suddenly Steve remembers where he is and realizes everyone is staring at them.
Steve guiltily puts his hand down. "Like what?"
"Like you're in love or something," Dustin says. Steve freezes. In love. "You guys can cut the act and go back to avoiding each other. It's okay."
"We don't hate each other," Steve groans, "I don't know where you got the idea from."
One of Eddie's friends laughs, "We know Eddie and we know what you were like in high school. You two would never get along."
Everyone joins in agreeing, and Steve gets fed up. "Yes, we wouldn't have gotten along in high school! But things are different now!"
Everyone continues going on over Steve. Eddie looks at him and insists, "It's fine, Steve, they'll eventually come around to the idea of us being friends."
And for some reason, that's what makes Steve snap. He's not sure what overcomes him, but he raises his voice and says, "Just look how friendly we can be!"
Then, he cups Eddie's cheek and kisses him with everything he has. The room fills with silence again except for the tape that's still running, but the worst part is that Eddie stays frozen. Steve pulls back and realizes what he's done.
Eddie looks anywhere that isn't at Steve and says, "I need to go."
Steve stands up and lets Eddie run off.
Everyone stares at Steve in silence, but after a few moments, Max shoves Steve. "Go after him, idiot. This is what happens when no one listens to me about the tension between them being sexual!"
Everyone groans, but then Will joins in telling Steve to go after him.
Steve looks at Dustin who appears to be in shock and asks, "Can I go?"
It takes a few moments to process but then Dustin nods. "You can if I get credit for getting you guys together," Dustin replies with a big smile.
"I love you guys," Steve says then takes off as everyone yells at him to go.
Steve sprints up the stairs and runs into Robin. "Where'd he go?"
"The front door just- Where are you going?" Robin shouts after him as Steve races out the front door.
"I'm about to confront that tension!" Steve yells back and closes the door behind him. He looks in the driveway and notices Eddie's van is missing. But he knows exactly where he is.
As Steve gets into his car, he notices a few raindrops on his windshield. A glance up and he notices the sky looks like it is about to open up and completely flood Hawkins. "Well, this is great," Steve says sarcastically and quickly takes off toward Skull Rock.
He gets there in record time and immediately spots Eddie's van where he usually parks. By now it's pouring down rain, and Steve knows he didn't leave an umbrella inside his car. He looks down at his clean shoes and sighs, "Sorry guys, this is going to be worth it though. Why the hell am I talking to my shoes? Losing my mind..." Steve trails off as he takes off into the woods.
He finds skull rock easily and climbs it quickly managing not to slip on the slick rock. He finds Eddie laying in his favorite pit staring up at the sky. "Go away, Harrington," Eddie says not even sparing Steve a glance. His eyes are a bit red and Steve can't tell if the water going down his face is rain or tears. Probably both.
"Just hear me out," Steve pleads. "Just right now, and if you want, we can tell everyone they were right, and you never have to interact with me again."
"I don't want that, Steve," Eddie says barely loud enough to be heard over the rain.
"Don't want to listen?" Steve asks.
Eddie's lip slightly quivers and he sits up so Steve can't see him. "Don't want to lose you."
Steve walks closer to Eddie and sits behind him. "You could never lose me."
Eddie laughs humorously, "I think you will after I tell you this."
Steve's heart races as he asks, "Tell me what?"
Eddie takes a deep breath in and out. "I'm gay, Steve. And to make matters worse, I have had the biggest crush on you since before the Vecna shit, man. And you kissed me, and I just... I know I'm always going to want that. And I'm so sorry."
Steve's heartbeat is practically in his ears at this point. "You know that tension I was talking about a few days ago?" Eddie nods. "I've felt it since we first met. At first, I thought it was maybe hatred or jealousy, but then those feelings went away but the tension was still there. But tonight Dustin said the whole 'in love' thing and Max called it sexual tension-"
"She did what?"
"And I realized," Steve continues, "I think... I think I've also had a crush on you for longer than I even knew, but I could never find the words for it."
Eddie turns around and looks at him. "You don't have to lie to me."
"I'm not, and you know that I would never lie to you." Eddie raises his eyebrows. "Okay, except when you make food because sometimes it's really awful, Eddie."
Eddie snorts. "Kick a man while he's down."
Steve smiles when he sees a small smile on Eddie's face. "I really like you, Eddie. And I know how dramatic you are, so here I am in the pouring rain confessing my feelings for you."
Eddie laughs, and Steve stands up. "I like you!" Steve yells with his arms out wide. "Please tell me this is working!"
Eddie throws his head back as he laughs and then stands up and makes his way to Steve. He cups his face and says, "It's definitely working."
"Yeah?" Steve asks with a big smile.
"Yes, now kiss me again or it will no longer be working," Eddie jokes, but Steve is already leaning in and kissing him.
This time Eddie kisses back.
When they return later for cake, Dustin just shakes his head at them and says, "You could've told us you were hooking up the whole time."
Steve groans as he tries to towel dry his hair, but Eddie leans in and whispers, "Just go with it," before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
And although everyone insists that they knew they were hooking up the whole time, Steve couldn't be any happier.
He could lie and say he doesnāt know where the idea came from, but he does. Itās been brewing in the back of his mind for a while now, ever since he saw it on one of their trips to the nearby sex shop.
Heās noticed, of course, how Steve can get sometimes. How heāll check himself out in the mirror, how heāll primp and preen until he looks like absolute perfection. Itās easier to see now that theyāre actually living together, but that also means Eddie sees how he hides it from others, how he makes sure to keep his vanity to himself.
Eddie has had the best time pulling it out of him, has loved watching his boyfriend become more and more self-centered in a way they both adore. Eddie loves drowning him in compliments, both casual and filthy, loves that heās able to help Steve build up his self confidence into something that others might even call narcissistic. Not to them, though.
He wasnāt sure if the kit was taking things too far, though. Heād been worried when he suggested it, and was glad when Steve lit up at the idea, when he instantly went pink with desire and pulled Eddie into their bed at just the thought of it. Eddie had gone the very next day to buy it, and two days later, they find themselves here.
āDoes that feel good, baby?ā
Steveās hands clench at the bedding and he moans into the mattress below him, his back arches deliciously as he presses his hips back to meet every thrust, and Eddie canāt help but to stare at how gorgeous his boy is as he fucks Steve with the dildo. It came out better than they had hoped, the silicone firm but not rigid, and even though Steve had whined about how weird the plaster-like casting had felt on his dick, he certainly isn't-Ā
Actually, he's definitely whining now, all high and needy like he does when he wants Eddie to go harder, to make him feel it for days. Eddie doesnt give in yet, he wants to make this last as long as possible, but he canāt resist a bit of teasing, especially when it makes Steve flush all the way down to his shoulders.
"Yeah, that feels good. Itās such a nice dick, perfect for making pretty boys feel good, hm?ā
Eddie smacks a hand onto Steve's ass just to hear him moan again, and then he pulls the dildo out completely. He leans in to spit into Steve's fluttering hole before shoving the toy back in again, and he soaks up the lovely noises his boy makes as he picks up the pace. He never thought he would get this hot from watching his boyfriend fuck himself on a replica of his own cock, but god, Eddie doesn't think he's ever been this hard in his life.Ā
āDo you like this, Stevie? Like getting fucked with your own dick? Is it good, gorgeous?āĀ
Steve moans and nods and Eddie slaps him again, squeezes the flesh under his hand as he says āGonna need more than that, baby. Cāmon, use your words for me, tell me how much you love it.āĀ
He drives the toy deeper and Steve gasps, his hands clawing at the sheets as his thighs start to shake. āFuckinā love it! Love it so much-ā
Another smack. āYou love what?ā
āMy dick! Love getting fucked by my dick, feels - fuck! - so good!ā
Eddie adjusts the angle until Steve is wailing under the onslaught of pleasure, until Eddie is almost worried that Steveās legs might give out from how much heās trembling. Itās heady, knowing that he can make Steve feel like this with nothing but a toy and some filthy words, and the thing that makes it even better is that Steve is just as into this whole thing as Eddie is.
āSuch a narcissistic little whore, baby. Nobody elseās dick is good enough for you, huh? Just your own, ās the only one perfect enough for you, only one that makes you see fuckinā stars like this, yeah?ā
Steve gasps and nods, and heās almost pulling the sheets from the mattress with how heās tugging at it. āFuuuck, ām gonna come, Eds, please! Donā stop!ā
Heās close, so close. Eddie can see it in how he shakes, in how he sobs as Eddie growls out a āCome on, Stevie, do it, gorgeous. Fuckinā come from your own cock.ā He picks up the pace and gives Steveās ass one more hard smack, and thatās all it takes to shove him over the edge.
Steve screams when he comes, the sound muffled slightly from where heās pressed into the bedding, and Eddie just watches in absolute wonder as he fucks Steve through it until heās a twitchy, whiny mess. He pulls the toy out slowly and drops it to the side, doesnāt hesitate as he pushes his pants down and barely spits into his hand before heās stripping his own dick, almost frantic in his pace.
āSo fuckinā pretty, Stevie, so good for me. Love how filthy you are, love how youāre just as freaky as I am, love the things you let me to do you.ā Eddieās babbling, but his mouth always tends to run when heās close and Steve knows it, groans in response. āFuck, ām gonna come, baby. Where dāyou want it?ā
He expects a groaned response, or the delirious Anywhere, please that he usually gets. Instead, a thrill of delight runs through him as he watches Steve reach back to grab his ass with one hand, spreading himself as best he can.Ā
āIn me, Ed, please. Need it so bad.ā
Eddie complies and grabs Steveās hips before pushing into his hole, still slick with lube and relaxed from his orgasm. Steve keens as Eddie thrusts two, three, four times before coming so hard that he sees stars for a moment. His hips jerk as he fills up his boyfriend, and Eddie groans when Steve twitches a bit with oversensitivity, clenching around him involuntarily. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he pulls out, and dots a few kisses over the moles on Steveās back as he waits for his legs to start working again.Ā
Once he can feel his toes he stands from the bed, quickly grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom and a glass of water from the kitchen before joining Steve agin. Cleanup is quick and practical, and he makes Steve drain the glass before heās climbing back into bed and wrapping around his boyfriend like an octopus.
āSo, I think that was a good investment,ā he says after a moment, and Steve hums.
āI definitely agree. We should use it again, though, just to make sure we get our moneyās worth out of it.ā
Eddie grins and canāt resist giving a soft nip to the shell of Steveās ear. āOh trust me, pretty boy, I am already thinking of plans for the future.ā
I find the fics where Steve doesnāt know what bisexuality is and has to use Robin as a sort of mentor are so fucking annoying but I tend to put up with it because itās such a common trope in steddie fics (unfortunately)
I have so many issues but one of my main issues is the fact that Robin is used as Steveās gay mentor, which is a terrible trope of lesbian character coaching their queer male friend and oftentimes it just feels like theyāre infantilizing the male character and making the female character be like overly invested in her male friendās identity or personal issues, as if they donāt have lives or issues of their own. It feels like the lesbian friend only exists to be her queer male friendās mentor and nothing else
Whatās even more annoying is that in half the fics Steve doesnāt even reach out to Robin with is issue, she just goes out of her way to tell him this information and for what? Because she āsuspectedā something? She might be his best friend but she would know that you just donāt do that when it comes to someoneās sexuality because itās literally a form of outing them and forcing them to talk about it when theyāre clearly not ready, abd thatās only IF youāre correct
Another thing thatās annoying is the way that people act like Robin is this fountain of wisdom and knowledge for the queer community when sheās a teenage girl in a small midwestern town in the 80s, like if anything, she would be just as clueless as Steve is in some of these fics
idk it just feels kind of sexist to infantilize Steve in such a away and have Robin (who is literally younger than him) solve these issues for him especially when itās a common trope in multiple mlm focused fandom spaces
Sorry for the rant
you are so right!!!!!!!!!!!
i especially agree with your point about robin in a lot of fics essentially telling steve that he's some form of queer rather than letting him come to this realization and work through it on his own. it's such a huge reoccurring thing and it really irritates me. her not even asking most times but telling him this and basically outing him is not only just like awful but also super out of character for robin.
"It feels like the lesbian friend only exists to be her queer male friendās mentor and nothing else" is sooo real. robin's role in a lot of steddie fics is almost always only serving as a way to force the story along through pushing steve full throttle towards some sort of self-realization that she does not need to be solely responsible for at all. nor would she be! it's crazy to make her one purpose be making a guess about her best friend's sexuality that then sends him into a whirlwind lmfao.
and about robin being a genius on queer culture; it's something that has bugged me for so! long! the fics where robin is explaining hanky code or whatever to steve like she'd have any fucking clue what that means either is so incredibly funny to me. like not only is she a teenager in 80s indiana but she's also not at all in that scene??? why would she know anything about it????
it's such an annoying little thing that shows up in so many fics and it's been driving me crazy lately i'm so glad you agree LMFAO
your ask is way more nicely put together than my input lmaooo you're a genius!!!
Whenever Nancy and Robin take long trips together, Nancy will do most of the driving while Robin functions as her personal audio book from the passenger seat. She can read to Nancy for hours on end without ever getting tired of it, and Nancy loves nothing more than listening to Robin's husky voice completely immersing them in the story. She always lets Robin pick the books, is okay with whatever story it is as long as Robin is the one reading it to her. Sometimes she'll interrupt Robin to point out a particularly beautiful view or some landmark worth looking at, and every now and then Robin will interrupt herself to share some of her randomly straying thoughts with Nancy. But the hours driving always fly by, a book in Robin's right hand while her left is resting on Nancy's thigh, and neither of them think they'll ever get tired of trips like that.
friendly reminder to my fellow steddie writers that steve loves to hold hands during sex!!! include it in more fics!! that man is a passionate lover! probably one of my favorite canon aspects of his character fr, need him to hold eddieās hand during sex for so many reasons
cosplayer Eddie flirting with Steve, like, maybe Eddie is a famous cosplayer that cosplays Dustin favorite character of his favorite nerd game (he's so insta/tiktok famous that the game company acknowledged him and maybe also brings him to official things/public events since he looks so much like one of their characters (even out of cosplay or something) idk how the cosplay world works so let's pretend) and Steve had to bring Dustin to this convention because his mom wouldn't let him go alone and she only trusted Steve to keep an eye on him
Eddie is used to see plenty of beautiful, handsome and pretty people on the events he frequents but he's never been so instantly smitten by someone as he was with Steve, like, the guy looks more out of place than the parents that usually accompany their kids and it was so funny to flirt with the guy. usually when he flirts with people, in character or not, they usually try to flirt back, but Steve just blushes and looks bashful, like he's not used to people flirting with him or something
Lets say for reasons unknown Eddies costume includes a pair or handcuffs. Or maybe not and he just brought them along for fun (it's a great way of meeting new people). So when he spots Steve getting pestered by someone because Dustin ran off to god knows where/got lost in the crowd, he notices that Steve's gettin uncomfortable. To be fair Eddie has dealt with the person annoying Steve before and knows they won't give in easy.
Sooo Eddie quickly sneaks up behind Steve, handcuffs ready and clicks them around Steve's wrist going like "mind if I take you with me real quick, beautiful?" and just dragging him along and out of sight of that annoying person. Once they're alone Eddie makes sure that Steve's okay and apologizes for sneaking up like that. Steve just thanks him for the rescue and tells him he still needs to find Dustin again. Of course Eddie offers to help and so they pretty much spend the rest of the con handcuffed together, even as they find Dustin again. You know so none of them will get lost againšetc etc
Just my two cents on this topic, I'm gonna bury myself now
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