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[lihhelsing]

Eddie knew Steve didn't mean anything by it. He had personally been on the defensive side of an argument with Dustin, and he knew how hellish it could get. 

The kid was relentless, and sometimes you just wanted to get it over with. 

So when Dustin kept grilling Steve about his relationship with Robin and how there was no way they didn't have sexual tension between them, Eddie already knew it would take a lot to convince the kid otherwise. 

And there was no way Steve would spill Robin's secret about her sexuality just to prove a point. He wasn't an asshole. 

"Dustin, I'm telling you. Robin and I are basically fraternal twins. There's nothing–"

"Steve Harrington, don't lie to me! You were the biggest womanizer ever, and you're telling me you have sleepovers with a girl and nothing happens? I'm not an idiot!"

Steve muttered under his breath, "sometimes that's exactly what you are," which got a snicker out of Eddie, reminding the two of them that he was still there. 

They were supposed to be watching a movie, but then Dustin just couldn't let it go. 

"I promise you, there isn't any kind of sexual tension between Robin and me. Never was and never will be." 

"I don't believe it!"

"You don't have to," Steve said exasperated, running a hand on his face in that cute way Eddie was secretly so fond of. "I probably have more sexual tension with Eddie than with Robin. Right, man?" 

Eddie felt his eyes almost bugging out of his face. 

"W-what?" 

Now, both Dustin and Steve were looking at him, but Steve had this mischievous expression on his face. 

"Yeah, say, if I were to do this," Steve said, moving on the couch. They were at the Harringtons', and their furniture was way too big for a family of three, which meant Eddie was always sprawled out on the couch, enjoying the free space.

But now Steve fucking Harrington was crawling up to him on all fours, and he was basically straddling Eddie's body so he could get really up close and personal with him. 

"You're an asshole," Dustin said, and just like that, Steve had won the argument. Because he had done something so ridiculous, Dustin didn't have a choice but to drop the whole thing. 

The problem was... Steve didn't look like he was dropping it. 

He was currently hovering over Eddie, his face mere inches from Eddie's face. 

And maybe Steve was just fucking with him. Doing a bit. Because one minute he was looking Eddie in the eye, and the next he glanced down, right at Eddie's mouth. 

The bastard even licked his lips before looking back up, and Eddie felt his whole face warming up. 

What the fuck.

"Gross. You've made your point, Steve. Let's just watch the movie," Dustin groaned from his side of the couch. 

Steve smiled, clearly pleased with himself, and leaned in to peck Eddie's cheek. Eddie couldn't contain a pathetic little whine, low enough that maybe Dustin hadn't heard, but from the look in Steve's eyes, he had. 

And much to Eddie's disappointment, Steve retreated, sitting back on the couch and leaving Eddie and his desperate reminder that he had been pining over Steve Harrington for an entire year by now.   

And now, even though Steve meant nothing by it, Eddie couldn't shake the feeling of having Steve on top of him, and how all he wanted to do was to kiss the fuck out of him. 

Fucking hell.

[totearup]

Shane and Ilya play together on the powerplay of course. But also sometime in the last five minutes of any game where they're tied or losing Wiebe will send them out there even strength to get them a goal. And it works like 80% of the time, and a not insignificant amount of that is due to just the sheer psychic damage the other team takes when they see the two of them come onto the ice together.

[boringmenace]

I just know in my heart of hearts that Ilya felt #competitive about the fact that Shane was the one to propose. So he just couldn’t help himself when it was official that Shane was going to join the Centaurs.

“Hollander, I have a very important question to ask.”

“What?”

“It’s the biggest question I could ever ask you.”

“Ilya, we’re already getting married.”

Ilya grinned, and wrapped his arms around Shane’s waist, pulling him close. “Will you…” he paused for effect. “My beautiful fiancé….” Another pause. “Move in with me?”

Shane shoved him, forcing Ilya to break into laughter and whining, “Nooo, come back, is very important question.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes, Ilya. Jesus Christ.”

[munsonkitten]

Eddie doesn’t know how this became a thing between them. He’s wrapped up around Steve’s back, arms and legs snaking around Steve’s body. He has one thigh between Steve’s, hooked over his hip and snug against his crotch. He can feel the soft bulge of Steve’s cock beneath his leg, and tries not to think too hard about it. 

One of Steve’s arms is tucked under Eddie in a way that makes it possible for him to scratch at Eddie’s hair through his hood. His fingers move rhythmically, sliding over the fabric covering Eddie's head. 

It’s cozy like this, tangled in a way where Eddie can't tell where he ends and Steve begins. It's not something friends do, especially not two guys, but neither one of them mention that.

Sometimes they just lay and talk, and sometimes, like today, they have a book in front of them, positioned in the hand Eddie has snaked beneath Steve’s neck. 

Eddie’s reading, soft and quiet into Steve’s ear, when it happens. Steve turns his head back and presses a kiss to Eddie’s chin. A quick little peck beneath his mouth. 

The words die in Eddie’s throat, choked off by a squeaky noise of surprise. He drops the book onto the bed, letting it fall shut because saving the page he’s on is the last thing on his mind right now. Steve just kissed him. A little kiss, not even on his lips, but still a kiss. From Steve. 

They’re both frozen there, so still Eddie doesn’t think either of them are even breathing, and then Steve’s disentangling himself, pulling away. The exact opposite of what Eddie wants to happen. 

He finds the front of Steve’s shirt clutched in his fist, holding him where he is. 

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Steve says, still attempting to pull away. “We’re friends — I don’t know what got into me, man. I didn’t mean to do that.”

One hand curls around his wrist, the other going to his fingers to try peeling them away from Steve’s shirt. Eddie closes his fist tighter, shaking his head. 

“Yes, you should have,” Eddie whispers, voice caught in his throat. “Done that, I mean.”

Eddie’s been kissed before. At bars and parties, by guys and girls alike, liquor on their lips or laughter on their tongues. The girls at parties in town were always dared — kiss the freak, see if he puts out (Eddie never did) — and the guys in bars were always drunk and too impersonal. It never went further than that, never felt quite right, especially not with the girls, but he’s been kissed before. 

None of that could have prepared him for the way Steve Harrington kisses him now.

[mialoveseddie]

Steve learns Eddie lives on cigarettes and hot pockets and starts bringing him real food before school and band practice. Finger sandwiches like his mom used to make for his dad “Eat, you look like death Munson.

[steviehchrist]

steve who runs incredibly hot, hardly sleeps with a shirt or pj pants, and eddie who runs so damn cold & takes his job of shoving his freezing feet under steve's legs very seriously.

[snovolovac]

Eddie opens his eyes and wishes he hadn't. He really doesn't want to deal with his surroundings right now. Because he's pretty sure he knows who that head of hair blocking his vision belongs to and he just - he doesn't have it in him, okay? Not now, not ever.

Dealing with the, still kind of high, walk of shame would be bad enough, but to do it from the guy he's in the middle of saving the world with, who he's sharing living arrangements with at the radio station so the walk of shame is not as much of a walk as it's fifteen steps, now that. That he can't take.

Steve stirs before Eddie could panic his way out of the bed.

Eddie lies there, frozen, as he witnesses Steve come to the same realization as him as he wakes. Steve's arms freeze mid-stretch and his back (his back, holy shit) goes rigid. The back of Eddie's brain notes the tone of muscles for later use, because he's sure he'll never be seeing it again after this.

They got really high last night. Like, really, really high. And they don't like each other! Not like that! They're friendly 'cause they have to be, and because they're in the middle of the whole saving the world thing together, and there's Dustin - oh god. Dustin' s not gonna let them hear the end of it if this fucks anything up between them. How could Eddie have been so stupid?! How could he let himself -

Steve arm drops behind him and hits Eddie's hip, searching around for a beat and then gripping onto the covers over Eddie's waist. Eddie freezes, eyes wide. Steve's not moving either.

"Eddie? That you?", Steve's voice is low and scratchy with sleep. Eddie has to take a few moments to compose himself, blink, lick his lips and finally mutter a pathetic little: "Yeah."

"Oh thank god"

Steve flops over himself without letting go of Eddie, struggling for a beat and then they're nose to nose. Steve's smiling, a little crooked.

"Man, I felt someone behind me and got scared for a second there."

Eddie swallows like this is normal.

"Who'd you-uh. Who'd you think it was if not me?"

Steve's brows twitch.

"No one else really around here to be but you, man."

"Oh. Right"

Eddie's disappointed. This is the best possible outcome he could've hoped for - Steve was just letting out some steam and was cool enough with Eddie to use a guy for that - and he's still disappointed. He's not attacking you or pretending he doesn't remember, take the win.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Steve hurries to babble at his frown.

"Not in like, you're the only person available way - well I mean you kind of are, but not-", Eddie stares at him open mouthed, "It's not only that for me! I - I mean, I guess it looks like that but, I actually think you're really hot, and - not that I don't think you're also a good person, I do, I just think that - I'm kind of bad at explaining myself, but yeah, you're hot and we're here and I think that - hey could you say something and stop me from further embarrassing myself?", Steve pants.

"I like you."

Now Steve's the one gaping.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Eddie wasn't gonna blurt it out like that, but Steve's little speach must have activated his own brain to mouth filter to dissappear.

"... Sooo. What now?"

Eddie shrugs.

They stay quiet long enough to become awkward and then Steve jumps and grabs Eddie's shoulders: "Holy shit, I like you too! Sorry!"

Startled, Eddie stares at him like a fish.

"That was supposed to be the point of my little speach and I just realized I barely called you hot! Eddie, I like you. And I wanna see where we could take this", he takes Eddie's hand between his own (and his hands really are as big as he thought last night, hello). If you want that, too?"

Eddie looks him in the eyes and brushes away a strand of hair with his free hand.

"So you think I'm hot?"

Steve blinks at him, a little bitchy.

"Yeah. I do."

A grin spreads over Eddie's face and he cranes his neck to check the clock behind Steve.

"I wanna see where it goes, too. But for now, we have two hours before everyone else gets here. Show me how hot you think I am?"

Steve groans and slots their bodies together.

"Jesus. The hottest."

[munsonmanor]

Steve did ballet seriously until he was fourteen , the kind with recitals and teachers who pushed his shoulders down until every muscle shook. He doesn’t talk about it now. It sits in his body instead, in the turnout of his feet when he’s barefoot, in the way his spine still remembers how to bend.

Eddie finds out on a Tuesday.

One minute Steve’s bitching about hauling amps, the next he’s on the rug in the middle of the living room, dropping into a backbend that looks exactly like something out of a black-and-white training photo. His ribs stand out, his hair brushes the air, one hand wrapped around the heel of his opposite foot like it’s nothing.

Eddie is quite literally in shock at this.

“What on earth are you doing, Harrington?” Eddie manages, voice strangled.

“My back hurts,” Steve says, like that explains anything. “I’m stretching.”

“I’ve never seen someone bend that way, man,” Eddie says, because holy shit. “That’s not stretching, that’s… something else”

Steve blinks up at him from upside down. “Huh? We used to do this in class all the time.”

“Class?” Eddie echoes.

“Yeah, ballet?” Steve says it so casually Eddie almost misses it. “Danced for like eight years. Stopped before high school.”

There’s a ringing in Eddie’s ears. “You did what?” he says, strangled, because Steve Harrington, secret ballerina apparently, is already more than his crush-riddled brain can handle, and now all he can think is: if he can bend like that, what else can he do?

He drags his gaze away before he gives himself away completely, shoves his hands in his pockets and tries, desperately, to sound normal. “Cool, yeah.”

Steve’s sitting up now, looking at him with this curious little squint. Eddie squirms. “What?”

Steve huffs, rolls his eyes, and pushes to his feet. “Don’t be weird about it, Munson.”

“No, yeah, I’m not, I’m just— y’know.” He shrugs, hears himself babbling. “Ballerina Steve. Whatever.” He can feel the heat in his cheeks and turns away so Steve can’t see his face hiding under his hair.

From behind him, Steve lets out this half-laugh. “Wanna see something else cool?”

Eddie’s mind trips over itself. What else could he *possibly* have up his sleeve? “Uh. Okay. Yeah. Sure.”

He turns back around—

and Steve’s already moving, spotting some invisible point on the wall and snapping into a clean fourth position before Eddie can even process it. Then he’s turning, fast, tight pirouettes one after another, the kind of spin that should belong on a stage, not in the middle of a dingy living room. His shoulders stay level, his chin locked, feet whispering against the rug in quick, sure steps until he snaps to a stop like someone hit pause.

He’s a little breathless, hair mussed, wearing this self-satisfied smirk that hits Eddie like a truck. “Still just ‘whatever,’ or did I earn an upgrade?”

Eddie’s jaw works uselessly. Words have apparently left the building. All he manages, wide-eyed and bright red, is a breathy, “…cool.”

Steve laughs like that’s the funniest thing he’s heard all week, shakes his head, and claps Eddie on the shoulder as he walks past. “Knew you’d be into that,” he says, halfway under his breath.

Eddie stays rooted to the spot, ears ringing, and realizes two things at once: one, Steve Harrington used to be a ballerina and from what he’s just seen today, he was *good* at it. Two, Steve Harrington is absolutely weaponizing that information against him.

[dreamsteddie]

I think when Eddie is out of town, which happens with a degree of frequency given that he's a musician, Steve is sad, but fine. He has a routine. Running every morning, work, going to the local park and cafe on his off days.

He misses Eddie like a limb, but he knows how to be on his own.

If, for any reason, Steve has to be gone while Eddie is home, it's another story. Eddie is a feral, wilted chihuahua. He's showing up at everyone's house, lamenting about being left alone. He sleeps on the couch just to be dramatic. He sends Steve postcards every day, even if most of the trips are too short for any of them to actually reach him.

Steve has learned to brace himself when he opens the door, ready for Eddie to leap into his arms and, more than likely, lick his face.

It's a whole thing.

[pedroschka]

Eddie has things to do.

He's busy.

There's a grocery list folded in his pocket waiting to get crossed off.

But all of that can wait, because there's a guy carrying his dog walking right in front of him.

The guy's wearing bright red running shorts, and the muscles in his legs flex with every step. In his arms sits a…Eddie actually has no clue what breed of dog it is, but whatever it is, it looks completely content with its life, tucked securely against this man's chest, watching the traffic go by.

Eddie has never wanted to be a dog more.

Which is saying something, because he doesn't even like dogs that much. He's more of a cat person.

So why is a guy carrying his dog the hottest thing Eddie has seen in months?

Why is he carrying the dog, anyway?

Maybe he's waiting until they reach the park so it doesn't run into traffic.

Maybe the dog just wanted to be carried.

Eddie can relate.

He, too, would like to be carried around by this guy.

He reaches his turn.

Eddie slows.

Thinks about it.

Then promptly ignores it.

Groceries have to wait, for now he's following a random hot stranger whose face he hasn't even seen yet.

Totally normal behavior.

Eddie's eyes drift down to those legs again, then slightly higher.

Yep.

Thank you, running shorts.

He misses another turn.

Suddenly the guy stops.

He crouches down and carefully sets the dog on the ground.

The dog immediately holds one paw slightly off the pavement.

Oh.

Great.

The dog's injured.

And now Eddie feels like an asshole.

Here he is thirsting over some guy who's been carrying his hurt dog around.

Then again…Why does that somehow make him even hotter?

Eddie desperately tries to think of a reason to approach.

Maybe the dog stepped on a bee.

Maybe there's glass.

Maybe…What exactly is Eddie supposed to do?

He's not a vet or something.

He has nothing to offer here.

Then the guy finally looks up.

And Eddie catches his first glimpse of his face.

Of course.

Of fucking course.

He's gorgeous.

Like insultingly gorgeous.

Eddie's so busy staring that he doesn't realize he's stopped walking, too.

Not until the guy's eyes meet his.

Eddie immediately jerks his gaze away. He glances around, pretends he's hopelessly lost, then spins on his heel and starts walking in the opposite direction.

His head hangs low.

His ears burn.

Eddie Munson is, at the end of the day, a very weak man.

[the-inspector-jones]

Steve, upon falling in love with Eddie, almost immediately becomes Wayne's emergency contact. It's not that Wayne doesn't trust Eddie. He does. He's a great kid, an excellent person. He just also has a tendency to...not be where you need him. And that's fine most of the time. Kid gets stuff done, always helps pay the rent, does his chores all that.

But. Wayne's not getting any younger and he's still working despite Steve's attempts to get him to hang up the old toolbelt. He's probably right but Wayne isn't ready. Can't imagine all that empty time.

And his Harrington boy? He's there every weekend, checking fixtures and changing lightbulbs. Cooking meals to store in Wayne's freezer even though he insists he's got enough food in there to last him through the apocalypse. He mother hen's over Eddie too, making sure he sleeps enough, eats a vegetable or two. So it feels like the right choice to just switch over the name on all his forms.

When he asks Steve, though, the boy's face goes ashen. He has to sit down. He tears up and won't look at Wayne. Eddie sees him, sighs, and comes to the rescue, standing between Steve's legs and pulling his head against his chest. Embracing him hard, making soothing noises.

Wayne waits silently for a moment then apologizes. He's screwed up somewhere and he feels pretty bad about it.

"Oh, no," Eddie laughs when he sees Wayne's face. "This is a happy freak out. Steve's not used to having family. Sometimes it takes him a moment when he remembers."

And suddenly, Wayne has to stand up and take a moment outside. Smoke half a cigarette with his boot kicked up against the side of the trailer. Wouldn't do to make the boys see him cry, too.

So. Yeah. Steve is his emergency contact. But both his sons always show up when anything happens.

[mrsbartlesby]

The Centaurs, whenever someone from the press asks one of them to describe Ilya Rozanov.

[imsodishy]

does his fine plumage impress you?

[nancywheelesbian]

based on this ficlet by @novacorpsrecruit which is in turn based on a post. inspo-caption lol

So, Steve came to the show. Early, earplugs in, and, just to shock Eddie’s system, in an outfit that was the opposite of his usual preppy polos.

He took the “metal show” description to heart, and must have really wanted to fit in—cut off jeans, an oversized band t-shirt, and, fuck, eyeliner. If he wanted to make himself even hotter, mission accomplished.

Gareth’s eyes narrowed when he caught sight of Steve, not trusting it, but Jeff leaned over Eddie’s shoulder and giggled. “Awww, guys! Eddie’s boyfriend wants to impress him!"

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” Eddie grumbled, even though he was becoming less and less sure. He didn’t know what he’d done during that hookup which had made Steve so eager to stick around, but every theory swirling around his head about some long con was starting to make less and less sense with each passing day. Surely the golden boy of Hawkins wouldn’t slum it at a dive bar all for the sake of a joke.

Eddie barely remembered the show. His eyes were fixed on Steve the whole time, who seemed to actually be enjoying himself. It was a relief when the set ended, until he realized he’d need to think of something to say to Steve.

He opted for keeping his cheesy, performer smile on as he strode over, ignoring the way his heart flipped when Steve saw him and beamed back.

“Hey!” Steve was running up to him, throwing arms around his neck excitedly, “that was awesome! You’re….you’re amazing.”

That glow in Steve’s eyes….Eddie had never been looked at that way before. He couldn’t help but blush. “Thanks for coming. You look *really* good.”

He hoped that wasn’t crossing a line, but it needed to be said.

Steve honest-to-goodness giggled “really? I wanted to fit in, so my friends helped me put this together, but I wasn’t sure if it looked stupid—“

“Wait, really? Tommy helped you with this?”

“Not exactly,” Steve stared at the floor, “uh, there’s these kids. That I babysit. And they’re way better at this kind of thing than me, actually, so I kinda recruited them. I think I’ll be buying them ice cream until I’m forty, honestly, but if you like it—“

Steve couldn’t seem to stop shocking him—the hottest guy in Hawkins, not only wanting to date the school freak, but good with children? Enough that he had a band of them who would get him ready for a date?

“Wanna get out of here?” he was asking before he had time to think about it, and Steve took his hand immediately, already moving to the exit.

"Thought you’d never ask.”

—

That Monday, Jeff was waiting for him by the doors of school.

“Ducked out pretty early after the show,” he said with a knowing smile, “still sure he’s not your boyfriend?”

“We went back to my place,” Eddie whispered under his breath, “we made out, he stayed the night and made breakfast in the morning. I don’t know anything anymore.”

“Do you even like him?” Jeff suddenly got serious, “because we’re having fun laughing at you and all, but you might really hurt him if you aren’t careful.”

Of course Eddie liked Steve—who wouldn’t? But having his image of the man go from untouchable straight jock who’s probably a bit of a dickhead, to the guy who sits at his lunch table and gives him heart eyes at his shows was a bit of an adjustment, okay?

Before Eddie could voice any of that, he felt a tap on his arm.

He turned around, and saw some kids coming from the direction of the middle school. A curly haired boy, a girl on a skateboard who could probably kill him with the look she gave him, and another boy whose hand she was holding, and who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Eddie?” the curly haired kid asked, and Eddie raised his hand as if he were in trouble. Maybe he was, these kids looked like they didn’t fuck around.

“That’s me.”

“I’m Dustin. Steve’s friend?”

Eddie wasn’t as shocked as he should have been, but this wasn’t what he’d expected when he heard about the kids Steve watched. The kid was cute, but he was clearly more comfortable in Eddie’s social sphere than Steve’s. Not only did Steve have a small army of children, but he’d taken people no one would ever expect him to notice under his wing.

Lost sheepies, Eddie’s mind supplied.

No matter how cute, though, they were still kids, and Eddie wasn’t going to give anything away. “What’s up?”

“Steve told us about his date at a metal bar, and he was cagey with details. We did some investigating and worked backwards.”

Shit, shit. A chill went down Eddie’s spine—were these kids here to threaten him with blackmail, to leave their friend alone.

“You don’t have to admit anything!” the other boy spoke up, clearly sensing the tension. “We don’t want to tell anyone, or get you guys in trouble! It’s just that Steve was so nervous the other night, and he really is a good guy. He doesn’t have anyone else to do this, so we thought—"

“This is a threat,” Eddie laughed, catching on. It was actually adorable, that they cared about Steve so much they’d track down his date and make sure he was a good guy.

“This is us sizing you up,” the girl corrected, “if we wanted to scare you, we’d have brought Mike. Don’t make me do that.”

Damn, this kid was a firecracker. Eddie was impressed and scared of her in equal measure.

With that, she turned on her skateboard and waited for the boys to follow her.

When Eddie recovered his senses, he turned around to see Jeff laughing. “What was that?”

“I think I have stepchildren now.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

discovered - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 431 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3

“Oh my god…what did you say?”

Ilya, who was on the phone with Svetlana while at Shane’s house, finished speaking to his boyfriend before turning his attention back to his friend.

“What, what is it?” he asked in English, trying to do Shane the courtesy of being allowed to listen in, if he wanted. He knew that Shane rarely got jealous of Svetlana anymore, not since they’d made things official, but still…he didn’t want to give the other man any reason to think he was hiding anything from him. 

“And speaking in English, too? Wow, so soft,” Svetlana crooned in Russian, humor laced in every word. “Who knew it would be Shane Hollander who melted you like butter, hm?”

Well…now he was set off. “I am not soft for Shane,” he hissed in Russian, ignoring Shane’s curious, contemplative gaze as he instantly tried to parse out the words he was starting to learn. 

“Really? You are a big, strong, scary man? Weird. Because I thought I just heard you call Hollander all sorts of disgusting names. ‘Yes, solnyshko, remote is on the table. No, sweetheart, I did not eat last apple.’ Or was that the other Russian hockey player Hollander is fucking?” Svetlana teased, imitating Ilya’s accent but making the words a whole lot more doting and breathless.

“Fuck off,” he snapped, feeling himself turn red even as he smiled a little.

“I cannot believe you call him Russian pet names. Do you also rub his feet if he asks?” Svetlana was giggling, obviously utterly thrilled with how gone Ilya was for Shane.

Ilya looked down to see Shane’s feet in his lap, his hand absentmindedly kneading one of the soles. He frowned. “No, I–”

“Wait, did you tell her you’re not soft for me?” Shane cut in, sounding amused, finally having discovered what Ilya had said. 

Ilya was going to die. “No, malysh, I–” he tried to explain softly, so Svetlana didn’t hear.

But it was too late.

Smirking, Shane snatched the phone from his hand and put it on speaker. “Svetlana, don’t let him lie to you!” Shane called, shooting Ilya a grin.

“Oh, do not worry, Shane,” Svetlana replied after a fit of laughter. “I know Ilya is a teddy bear. I was just happy to hear how soft he is for you. It’s very sweet, the things he calls you. You should know…he has not sounded this happy in a long time.”

Shane pinched his lips together, his pleased smile making Ilya’s body warm. “He makes me happy, too,” he murmured, flushing.

Ilya couldn’t help but beam.

[nancywheelesbian]

modern AU Eddie where people can know about him and Steve would be a legend to Hawkins High nerds. “that guy who was a notorious freak and yet somehow got King Steve to go out with him” would be whispered in hushed tones. Whenever he’s there for the kids he’s mobbed with a bunch of new nerds wanting to know how he did it.

[nancywheelesbian]

Me and @jinkies-brooms-scoob were talking about potential high school Steddie and the dynamic is just. Elite. Because they don’t know each other well and don’t have the kid connection yet so Eddie doesn’t have much to go on. And would obviously assume these are gonna be secret locker room hookups. Only for Steve to try and wave at him in the halls and sit with him at lunch

[jinkies-brooms-scoob]

He literally tried to make Nancy one of the cool/popular squad- who's to say his audacity wouldn't reach the heights of not caring about dating the Freak??

Exactly.

[nancywheelesbian]

Steve wraps an arm around him in the hallway and Eddie’s like “what the fuck does he want me to suck his dick in a hall closet??” but no he just wants to be sappy.

[jinkies-brooms-scoob]

“I missed you.”

“It’s been like an hour, Harrington.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Shut up and give me something better to do.”

PAH-LEASE

[nancywheelesbian]

Eddie bags the most popular guy in school purely by accident because he sucked his dick once and now Steve won’t go away

[twosunson]

steve catches him walking into lunch and jogs ti catch up with him, trying to lead the both of them to where he normally sits with tommy and carol.

"what the hell are you doing Harrington?", Eddie asks- genuinley confused

steve stops in his tracks. "i just thought. since we're. yknow. you would sit with me?"

Eddie snorts, but then clarifies once he realizes steve is serious. "dude no offense but. your friends kind of suck"

"oh"

"yeah. oh" Eddie confirms, and turns towards his normal table, only to hear Steve following behind him.

"what are you doing steve?"

"going to sit with you and your friends...?" he trails off, suddenly realizing this was not what Eddie had expected. "if that's ok?"

Eddie blinks, dumbstruck and the two stare at eachother for a moment.

"uh, Eddie?" steve looks over at the hellfire table and back to Eddie, as thought he is trying to remind Eddie of the question

"I. yeah. yeah. as long as you dont mind the guys giving you shit"

"eh" steve shrugs as he begins to lead the way to the table "can't be worse than tommy and carol"

Eddie stalls before following, rushing to catch up with this man who cannot seem to stop surprising him.

[nancywheelesbian]

Gareth and Jeff like “???? Eddie why is HE here are you being held hostage???” and Eddie has to explain later that he gave King Steve one (1) blowjob and now he has attached himself to Eddie like an imprinted duckling

then of course he finds out they’re cool with the gay thing so he shows up to hellfire just to hang out and be openly mushy with Eddie

[novacorpsrecruit]

Based on this post by @nancywheelesbian @jinkies-brooms-scoob and @twosunson

“I can’t shake him,” Eddie exasperated as he dropped his bookbag into the empty chair next to Jeff.

“Who?” Jeff asked quietly. There was at least four other tables full in the library’s study hall, but he knows the librarian has it out for Hellfire.

“Harrington,” Eddie hushed.

“Steve?” Jeff asked surprised. The librarian shushed in their direction. Jeff lowered his voice. “That Harrington?”

“Yes,” Eddie stressed. “I — uh —“ he physically lowered himself towards the table as he lowered his voice. “Hooked up with him this weekend and now he won’t leave me alone.”

“Hold up,” Jeff wrinkled his brow. “You’re telling me golden boy king Steve — with you? And now he’s following you around?”

“Like a puppy,” Eddie whined. “The only thing that’s keeping him from here right now is wood shop.”

“Okay, I’m still wrapping my head around this,” Jeff said. “What do you mean you bagged — that and now he won’t leave you alone?”

“Yeah!” Eddie said throwing his hands in the air. “Exactly. I don’t get it either!”

“Boys!” The librarian hushed.

“Was he high?” Jeff whispered.

“I mean we smoked,” Eddie whispered. “But it was barely a buzz. It wouldn’t have affected Gareth and he’s a lightweight.”

“So what are you going to do?” Jeff asked.

“I don’t know,” Eddie groaned. “I’ve tried shaking him but he keeps finding me.”

“Does he got something against you?” Jeff asked. “Is he like — blackmailing you?”

“Jeff —“ Eddie looked around before lowering down on the table and voice so quiet yet high pitched panic. “He sucked my dick. I got more blackmail on him.”

“What?”

“Boys!” The librarian snapped. “One more interruption and you can leave —“

The two looked at each other before breaking out into shit-eating grins.

“Balls!” “Cock!”

“Get out!”

Eddie and Jeff scrambled to pick up their items before dashing out of the library laughing, forgetting the reason that they were kicked out in the first place.

———

Hawkins High was no exception to cliques, each table was practically assigned to a group. The jocks, band geeks, the popular kids, and Hellfire Club. There’s hardly any deviation. Except —

“Eddie!”

Eddie snapped his head up, watching Steve pass by his friends’ table to set his lunch tray next to Eddie’s.

“Missed you in English today,” Steve said, as if they normally interacted in their English class. Eddie looked over Steve’s shoulder to Tommy Hagan, who looked like he was about to explode.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Got kicked out of study hall. Took a little adventure into town.”

“You should’ve told me,” Steve pouted. Honest to god pouted. “I would’ve went with you.”

“Jeff went with me,” Eddie said, throwing his thumb over his shoulder to Jeff sitting beside him. He quickly glanced, catching Jeff’s wide eyes. The little shit didn’t believe him. “He’s my best friend since middle school.”

“Steve,” Steve said, introducing himself.

“Yeah,” Jeff nodded. “We — uh — share home ec together.”

“Right,” Steve said. “You made those killer brownies last month.”

“Yeah,” Jeff said. “There — uh — a special recipe of mine.”

“Did you make weed brownies in class?” Eddie asked.

“No,” Jeff grinned. “I made weed brownies without weed in them.”

“So not special special brownies,” Eddie joked.

Steve snorted his drink. It wasn’t even that funny of a joke.

“Hey.”

The table turned to Gareth’s big ass frown and Freak, standing at the edge of the table.

“What’s he doing here?”

“He’s Eddie’s new friend,” Jeff said. Eddie shot Jeff a glare. “He’s having lunch with us today.”

“Steve,” Steve introduced himself again.

Gareth sat down with a huff.

“Freak,” Freak kindly introduced himself. Steve glanced at Eddie wide-eyed.

“Frank is his government name,” Eddie explained. “Some dick in his freshman English class read his name wrong and it stuck.”

“A badge of pride,” Freak grinned.

“Nice to meet you guys,” Steve said.

“Thanks for letting me sit with you for lunch.”

“You can’t sit with your own friends?” Gareth sneered. Eddie guessed if anyone was going to ask Steve the obvious questions no one wanted to ask, it would be Gareth.

“I mean I can,” Steve shrugged. “Just wanted to spend time with Eddie.”

Eddie took another glance towards Tommy Hagan and his table. Eddie knew Tommy and Steve had a falling out and that Tommy seemed to follow Hargrove around, but after winter break the two seemed to be at least on talking terms when Hargrove wasn’t around.

Eddie felt a hand squeeze on his knee.

He jerked up, barely avoiding smashing Steve’s hand into the table.

Steve pulled his hand back.

Eddie kind of missed the touch.

“Sorry,” they said simultaneously.

“Okay,” Jeff interrupted, seeing the need to pull the attention away from Steve. “We need to figure out a set list for tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” Steve asked.

“Our first gig,” Freak grinned.

“Gig?” Steve asked. Gareth groaned.

“We have a band,” Eddie explained. “Metal — like heavy rock. We got hired to play at the Hideout. If all goes good, it’s gonna be a regular thing for actual money.”

Steve’s face brightened up. “Can I come?”

“Uh — sure,” Eddie said, his brow furrowed for a brief moment. “It gets loud.”

“I’ll find earplugs,” Steve said. The first bell rang. “Shit. I got a test coming up I need to study for. I gotta go. I’ll catch you later?”

“Sure?” Eddie said unsurely.

“Great,” Steve squeezed Eddie’s shoulder as he stood up. “Nice to meet you all. Can’t wait to see you play tomorrow.”

Steve grabbed his lunch tray and left, the boys all watching him as he took his tray to the return spot and leave the cafeteria.

“What the hell was that?” Gareth asked sharply. “Who does he think he is?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie admitted honestly. “This all started this morning. He’s following me around —“

“Like a love sick puppy,” Jeff said slowly. “Congrats Eddie. That’s your new boyfriend.”