Jest

Steddie writing & fan account

[steddiesjest]

Heeeyooo! Its ya clown.

I got more traction on the ‘maybe i should make a steddie writing acct’ than moooooossstt of my posts. So here i am! This will be purely for stranger things and moooostly steddie

Im ngl this is a hypserfixation rn so if i randomly disappear the hyperfixation may or may not have died out.

There more than likely will be smut btw and i’ll put warnings on everything (if i forget, yell at me, and ill fix it:))

Kind of a shitty intro post but im being lazy. Will probably redo it later on. Anyways, enjoy me enjoying these fuckass gay idiots

My main acct (very nsfw but i also post steddie there and supernatural and other shit): @loveswinchesters

[steddiesjest]

Steve tries to make friends with eddie, gets a BJ instead, smut, not proofread, did this instead of assignments

Steve wants to make friends with Eddie so desperately, to show him he isnt a bad guy. Steve also knows eddie is friend with dustin. Eddie plays guitar, and hes cool to steve, even if to everyone else he is just a freak.

“Hey” steve goes up to the hellfire table during lunch, he looms over eddie. His backpack thrown over one shoulder which he is gripping it through his anxiety.

Eddie glares at steve in that dramatic way, like he puts on a show for his DND club at all times. None of the kids are there yet for whatever reason, probably caught up talking in the hallway. Eddie, in his dramatically annoyed state, raises his eyebrows and looks up at steve to communicate to steve that he needs to get what he wants to say, out.

“Uh, i know this is kinda weird, but i was wondering if you wanted to hangout after school today?” Steve stuttered out like a middle school boy asking out a girl for the first time.

“No.” Without hesitation, strong and projected.

“Wha- why the fuck not?” Steve said with mild offense in his voice.

“Uh..” eddie looked him up and down twice very quickly, always the dramatic effect. “Because you’re Mr. King Steve. Why would a freak like me want to talk to a conformist jock such as yourself?”

“Conformist-? Alright i might not be your typical scene, but what do you really have against me? Im just lookin for friends and you seem better than all the airheads running around our school”

Eddie made a face like he was thinking about it, then looked steve dead in the eyes, “no, harrington.” Hellfire chuckled at Eddie’s persistent displeasure of steve and all he presents, and his obvious show of it.

Steve sighed and was about to leave, he looked around to find somewhere else to go. Until, he saw on a graffitied part of a wall, “xxx-xxxx call for your daily needs ;)” steve turned back to eddie, the rest of hellfire now distracted and lost in their own conversations, eddie was reading some newspaper. “What about uh, my daily needs?”

Eddies head turned so quickly steve felt himself tense. “What?” Eddies eyes glued onto steve’s in shock.

“My daily needs? That is your phone number, right?” Steve pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the graffiti, “dustin always says it out loud when he dials your number at my house, i have it memorized now.”

“You-“ eddie looked appalled, intrigued, and entirely fearful, and maybe.. excited? all at once, “you want that?”

“Yeah, if you hangout with me after school.”

“Yeah, you’re supposed to pay me, not the other way around harrington.” Eddie smirked and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“Oh i’ll pay you, double what you usually charge, promise.” Steve nodded as he spoke, his hair bounced as he did.

Eddies tongue poked out of his mouth just slightly as he thought, he looked steve up and down slowly, like he was going to eat him alive. He just looked very amused now. Steve didnt quite understand why, but he figured eddie was peculiar anyways, steve didnt mind.

“Now?” Eddie asked suddenly, making eye contact with steve once again.

“Sure, why not?” Steve was sort of surprised eddie wanted to sell weed now, during school, but he didnt mind much.

“Bathroom harrington, go now. Ill be there in five minutes” eddie said in such a suddenly demanding way, steve had to stop his eyes from widening a bit. He nodded and turned on his heels and went to the bathroom.

Oddly it was pretty empty, except for one person leaving just as he entered. Weird place to sell weed, but whatever.

Five minutes passed, eddie entered the bathroom. He laughed when he saw steve standing there awkwardly. “You look so nervous sweetheart.” Eddies smiled.

“Ive never done this before.” Steve played with his hands a bit.

“Oh im sure, dont worry, ill be gentle.” Eddie winked. Because steve could question that, eddie continued and started washing his hands. “My normal rate is $5, so you’re gonna give me $10, yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good, get in the stall.”

Steves eyebrows raised, but did as he was told. He also thought eddie’s lunchbox was what he sold from, why didnt he have it on him?

Steve stood even more awkwardly in the stall than he did in the main bathroom area. Then eddie came into the stall too, he locked the door, and turned to steve. He muttered something like “i cant believe this,” almost laughing to himself. Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

Then suddenly, eddie dropped to his knees and reached for steves belt.

“WOAH,” steve jumped and instinctively reached for eddies wrists.

Eddie’s gaze once again snapped to steve’s. Fear clouding his eyes. “What?”

Steve stood like a deer in headlights, suddenly it made sense. How could he have seen it as anything else? But then he looked at eddie. He was on his knees, looking up at steve, with the most gorgeous brown eyes to exist, waiting for him to say something, anything.

“Listen do you want this, or are you about to kick my ass or something?” Eddie said, clearly trying to pretend like he wasnt at all scared.

Steve slowly released eddie’s wrists from his grip. “No, its fine.. just uh, like i said, havent done this before. Im nervous. Please dont leave.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Eddies looked at his hesitantly, then at his belt, then back at steve. “So, you okay for me to now-?”

“Yeah! Yes, uh, please.” Steve stuttered out.

“Ooookay.” Eddies reached for his belt once again, he started to undo it. “By the way you can pull my hair all you want, and you can cum in my mouth, i just need you to warn me when you’re about to.”

“O-okay yeah.” Steve nodded.

Eddie pulled down steve’s jeans and boxers down just enough to take out his half hard cock. Eddies eyes slightly widened at it.

“Uh- is it okay-?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“Huh?” Eddies seemed snapped out of a trance, “yeah its- its fine, big..”

“We- you dont have to.” Steve barely got out before eddie took his whole, without even gagging. Steve gasped, one hand shot to the stall door to give him stability, the other shot to eddie’s hair. “Slowslowslowslowslow-“ steve rushed out.

Eddie quickly came all the way off, “sorry, got a little eager. Not everyday i get to see what the ladies see in King Steve.” Steve looked down at eddie, his hand in his hair, as eddie being to lick at his tip. All while maintaining eye contact.

Eddie licked over the slit, and suddenly precum was dribbling out. Steve sighed at how this was making him feel. God, was he going to have to think about some things later. God, he needs to call robin.

Eddie suddenly licked up the length of steve, then pit his lips around the tip. Steves grip in eddies hair tightened a bit, eddie took that as a sign for more.

Eddie gently used one hand to cup steves balls and took his whole length again, going up and down steves cock like a man starved. This time, steve didnt stop him. Steve panted, trying so hard not to make much noise. Hair gripped tightly in his hand, trying, and failing, to keep his composure.

Then, eddie put his tongue to work, steve couldnt even explain what he was doing with his tongue, but it was working. “Fuckfuckfuck” steve whimpered out. Then eddie, on a downstroke, stuck his tongue out to lick at steve’s balls. “Cumming eds, cummingcumming,” steve, with barely any control left in his body, held eddie down by his hair as he came down his throat.

Eddie took it like he was made for it, swallowing every bit. Steve panted as he came down for the orgasm, slowly letting go of eddie’s hair.

“Im so sorry if i shouldn’t have held you down like that- i didnt mean to!” Steve said in a rush as eddie shot up from where he was kneeling. He smiled at steve, and held his by the jaw, slowly going in for a kiss. Before his lips could reach steve’s, steve closed the distance eagerly. Kissing eddie desperately, opening his mouth into the kiss. He could taste himself in it, he shouldnt be as into that as he was.

When Eddie pulled away, he held Steve’s face in one hand, squishing his cheeks. “You did wonderfully baby, i actually enjoyed it.”

“Really? Thats good!” He sounded like an eager puppy, “uh, so i owe you ten?”

Eddie sucked his teeth, “lets make a deal, you return the favor when we hangout later, i’ll bring some weed, and we call it even, yeah?”

Steve almost choked on his own spit. “Uh yeah, sure, sounds great- but uh, I’ve never-“

“Save it sweetheart, I’ll teach you.”

[toktopus-art]

i haven't seen season 5 yet but i assume this is what happened right?

[steddiesjest]

Me too eddie me tooo

[our-queer-experience]

[steddiesjest]

Mike wheeler core

[steddiesjest]

Steddie enemies to lovers fic recs please i beg of you. Lots of yearning a slow burn. Please fanfic gods please

[steddiesjest]

Girly pop rock singer!steve x hardcore metal vocalist and guitarist!eddie in my head

Im listening to Airhead by Honey Revenge and god its so Steve core. Im thinking about Gareth and Jeff telling Eddie about this band thats kinda a softer girly rock (the whole band wears really pink and flamboyant costumes) and forcing Eddie to listen to a song or two, and Eddie just rolls his eyes at it, saying its fake rock because he’s not really paying attention and thought the idea sounded stupid.

They force Eddie to go with them to the concert anyways because its not a huge band (decently known, but they’re no Ozzy) so the tickets arent horribly expensive and they need to make Eddie see what they see in this band.

And oh god. Fucking jesus H christ. Eddie sees something, someone.

The frontman, wearing an unbuttoned bubblegum pink vest, the tightest pink leather pants that flair out at the end, a pink collar with a metal heart for a necklace, pink spiked bracelets, pink platform boots that have to be about 5 inches tall, a bright pink streak in his oak colored hair. The man was walking bubblegum if bubblegum was sexy.

He can move, despite the tall ass platforms, and his voice is angelic. Hes basically flirting with his whole band as a form of stage presence, which consists of both girls and guys mind you. A girl on bass and secondary vocals, some guy, that reminds Eddie of Gareth with his curly hair, on drums, a guy and a girl both on guitars. Everyone had similar costumes to the frontman, all pink and girly and form fitting and showy. But the frontman was the best.

At some point the frontman hopped off of the stage to interact with the crowd. He reached his hand out for people to touch him as if he had thousands of people there to see him. Hell for all Eddie cared, he did. Then he got to Eddie, Jeff, and Gareth. He made eye contact with Eddie, who looked starstruck, and bit his lip while looking him up and down. The man, who looks like a walking wet dream clad in pink, just bit his lip at Eddie like he would eat him alive if he could. Then he moved on and continued to sing, climbing back onto the stage.

Eddie turned to Jeff and Gareth. “You have to get me back stage.” They laughed at him. He feels like he’s gonna bust in his pants like some pathetic Highschool fangirl freaking out over Justin Bieber and they’re laughing.

[steddiesjest]

I drew him:)

Also sorry for inactivity. Been very very busy 😭

[steddiesjest]

Drawing steve rn and just noticed a little detail

In s2 when steve was w nancy he didnt have chest hair (source: the shower scene w billy and tommy) but in s4 he had the chest hair and tells dustin “the ladies love it” so hes been with girls since Nancy. Fun little detail

[whathehonestfuk]

Why is Eddie talking about his dick, who knows, who cares, what's confusing and concerning Steve is the fact that Eddie is boasting about his dick being 'non-traditional' whatever the hell that means. Steve is slightly worried maybe getting bitten by the bats did something but his dick is the same as it's always been but Eddie did get a lot more bites (it's possible he realizes his bisexuality because he cannot stop thinking about Eddie and his dick)

Once they get together and are getting hot and heavy Eddie panics and tells Steve he's trans (Steve doesn't know what that means but tells Eddie he doesn't care) Eddie explains that it's not like anything Steve's seen before, Steve just asks if he can still suck it

The answer is very much yes

[sp0o0kylights]

Somewhere before the events of S4, when Dustin Henderson is still loudly crowing about how awesome Harrington is to all of Hellfire (but specifically Eddie) at large, the brat comes in with a new set of beautifully painted mini figures.

We are talking near professional level here. Realistic looking fire. Shadows and shading. This guys sword looks like it's GLOWING.

And Henderson keeps insisting fucking Steve Harrington did it.

"He says he used to get dumped with his Grandma a lot and she loved painting miniature dollhouse stuff. Steve said she let him do cool stuff with the paints while the watched tv."

"Of all the lies you have spewed," Eddie snarls around the fist he's practically eating, eyes boring holes into the newest beautifully displayed figure (a dragon that somehow looks like it's made of actual fucking ice) "This is the worst."

"But I'm not lying!"

"Holy shit, the thing has chrome gold nails." Jeff says, head level with the table to stare at it. "How is it chrome!?"

Eddie inhales.

Exhales.

Hisses: "The woooooorst."

Henderson just rolls his eyes and huffs.

[steddiesjest]

And its cause this is only making his old obsession/crush on king steve come back. After years of finally shoving down his manic obsessions of him and covering them with pure hate for steve, hes starting to realize maybe there was nothing to truly hate, at least not anymore.

[leniialu5]

Come here, big boy!

[steddiesjest]

Holy.

[steddiesjest]

Girly pop rock singer!steve x hardcore metal vocalist and guitarist!eddie in my head

Im listening to Airhead by Honey Revenge and god its so Steve core. Im thinking about Gareth and Jeff telling Eddie about this band thats kinda a softer girly rock (the whole band wears really pink and flamboyant costumes) and forcing Eddie to listen to a song or two, and Eddie just rolls his eyes at it, saying its fake rock because he’s not really paying attention and thought the idea sounded stupid.

They force Eddie to go with them to the concert anyways because its not a huge band (decently known, but they’re no Ozzy) so the tickets arent horribly expensive and they need to make Eddie see what they see in this band.

And oh god. Fucking jesus H christ. Eddie sees something, someone.

The frontman, wearing an unbuttoned bubblegum pink vest, the tightest pink leather pants that flair out at the end, a pink collar with a metal heart for a necklace, pink spiked bracelets, pink platform boots that have to be about 5 inches tall, a bright pink streak in his oak colored hair. The man was walking bubblegum if bubblegum was sexy.

He can move, despite the tall ass platforms, and his voice is angelic. Hes basically flirting with his whole band as a form of stage presence, which consists of both girls and guys mind you. A girl on bass and secondary vocals, some guy, that reminds Eddie of Gareth with his curly hair, on drums, a guy and a girl both on guitars. Everyone had similar costumes to the frontman, all pink and girly and form fitting and showy. But the frontman was the best.

At some point the frontman hopped off of the stage to interact with the crowd. He reached his hand out for people to touch him as if he had thousands of people there to see him. Hell for all Eddie cared, he did. Then he got to Eddie, Jeff, and Gareth. He made eye contact with Eddie, who looked starstruck, and bit his lip while looking him up and down. The man, who looks like a walking wet dream clad in pink, just bit his lip at Eddie like he would eat him alive if he could. Then he moved on and continued to sing, climbing back onto the stage.

Eddie turned to Jeff and Gareth. “You have to get me back stage.” They laughed at him. He feels like he’s gonna bust in his pants like some pathetic Highschool fangirl freaking out over Justin Bieber and they’re laughing.

[matchingbatbites]

Thinking about mid-20s Steddie that meet on a dating app. Eddie adds Steve because he's hot as hell, and Steve adds Eddie because — even though his profile doesn't have a picture of his face — his bio is interesting and Steve is just curious enough to talk to him.

They hit it off, and Eddie tells Steve that he can't put his face on his profile because of his job, but he does send Steve a picture and ohhhh boy this man is so fucking hot.

They decide to meet up that weekend and the instant connection is so clear, so undeniable, and they agree to try dating right then. Steve learns that Eddie travels for his job as a musician, so they're probably going to be long distance for a while because there's a tour starting in just a couple of weeks.

Steve doesn't mind, and is actually excited to not really worry about diving into sex with someone for a change — he's used it as a crutch for failing relationships in the past, and he knows it will be good to build something emotional with Eddie first. They do manage to get in a few dates before he leaves, and Steve can't remember the last time he had so much fun during the early dating stage.

It's hard once Eddie leaves, having to manage texts and phone calls and video chats around their schedules, but by the time Eddie is halfway through his tour, Steve is pretty sure Eddie is The One.

Steve tells his friends about Eddie, how they met and what Eddie does, how he likes the same things as the kids do (kids, they're fucking 21 now but they'll always be Steve's kids). The problem is that— most of them don't believe him. He gets a few jokes about his "boyfriend from Canada" and tries to tell them that Eddie also lives in Indy, he's just on tour, but all he gets is a couple of condescending looks.

When he gets permission to show Eddie's pictures to the kids, they really don't believe him. "Steve," Dustin says. "That's the front man of Grammy nominated band Corroded Coffin. I think you're being catfished."

"I'm not being catfished, shithead! That's my boyfriend!"

"Yeah, sure. If he asks for money, don't send it."

Robin is basically the only one that believes him, because she's been around for Eddie's video calls before. She tries to help confirm it to the kids, but they pass the video calls off as deep-fakes. Steve finally resigns to just let it be, and takes the lingering jokes while expressing his frustration to Eddie.

Eventually there comes a weekend where Dustin asks Steve to hang out but he can't, because Eddie is coming back from tour and Steve offered to pick him up from the airport.

He doesn't expect Dustin to kind of explode on him, to tell him that this is going too far and he's worried about Steve's well-being since he's clearly being naive about this whole scenario. Steve is hurt but says that he doesn't care if Dustin doesn't believe him, and they'll talk later because he has a boyfriend to go collect.

Later, once he's picked Eddie up and they've had a couple rounds of steamy reunion sex, Steve sends Dustin a picture he took earlier of himself and Eddie at the airport, before turning his phone off completely.

"You're not even gonna give him a chance to respond?" Eddie asks, grinning as he presses a kiss to Steve's bare shoulder.

"Nah. He's spent months trying to tell me that I was being fooled, so he can stew on this for a few hours."

[youre-the-heart-mike]

I think the biggest reason why Mike and El aren’t compatible is because they’re both saviors. Both of them like to help other people and look out for them, and these two personalities clash

When El can’t be a superhero anymore because she lost her powers, El feels like she’s not enough for Mike, and conversely, Mike never feels like he’s enough for El because he can’t protect her and he gets angry in seasons 3/4 because she doesn’t need him anymore

You know who always needs Mike? Will.

[dreamsteddie]

With parents rarely in town and friends who are close, but not touchy-feely, Steve spends most of his actual birthdays alone.

He goes to school, gets some claps on the back, some happy birthdays from a couple of teachers, and maybe a couple of small gifts from some girls who are crushing on him, but people know that he's going to have a big party at his house come the weekend and save their cheer for then.

When he was a kid, his birthday parties were about making his parents look like the loving, doting family they were supposed to be. Everyone in class was always invited plus any kids that were his parents friends'. There was cake and presents and Steve actually mostly enjoyed them, but as he started to get older he noticed that the gifts were rarely connected to his biggest interests and, in some cases, were things he already had.

In other words, Steve's birthday was never really about him.

Except for one thing. Every day since he was seven someone leaves him a card in a deep red envelope. In elementary school, it was in a cubby, in middle and high school they went in his locker, and on the years his birthday really did happen on a weekend, they were left unstamped in the mailbox.

The envelopes are nice, heavy card stock, the same one every year. The cards themselves are all different. From construction paper and crayon, to store bought, to letters written on lined paper, to postcards. They're usually short, but earnest.

"happy birthday!!! i hope you get lots of cake."

"Happy Birthday Steve! I hope we can be friends this year!"

"Stevie! Happy birthday! Don't listen to Jenny, no one cares about the braces. I hope you can still have cake this year."

"Happy Birthday King Steve. Ms. Carmen is planning a pop quiz on Monday. I saw the multiple choice answer key on her desk and swiped it. Hope it helps."

"Last birthday of high school! Maybe you're not the king anymore, but that's gotta feel good. Hope it's a happy birthday, man. You deserve it after Hargrove. Fuck that guy!"

Eleven years of birthday cards. Real ones, hand-made and written with real thought. He thinks maybe it's a girl, someone holding a torch for him. He knows he would love anyone that puts that much thought into him every year, but no one ever fesses up. He even entertains the idea that it's Tommy or Carol, too emotionally constipated to say anything nice to his face but thinking of him anyway, but then they blow up and the cards keep coming.

It's one of the only things that he mourns about high school when he graduated. Being on a team, not having to work, and the cards.

The summer of Russian spies passes, then the spring break from hell, and then all of a sudden it's May again.

He doesn't even realize it's his birthday. It's a Tuesday and he's got a routine. Wake up, shower, go to one of the volunteer reconstruction sites, work, have lunch with Robin, work some more, have dinner with the kids, look forward to Saturday when him and Eddie have a standing tradition of renting movies and smoking a joint, eat, sleep.

Tuesday, he goes to the construction site, sees Robin, does everything he needs to do, and drives home.

There's a letter in the mailbox.

He never gets mail, not now. Everyone has to pick theirs up at the post office until they fix the loading bay. It's always busy down there.

In the fading light, it takes him a moment to register what he's seeing.

A deep red envelope sticking out from the top of the box, made of the good cardstock. There was a part of him that always wondered if maybe those were his envelopes. Like maybe they were only used for him, once a year.

It's his birthday, and someone left him a card.

He rushes inside, kicking off his shoes by the door and turning on the foyer light. He doesn't bother to go to the living room, just rips it open right there by his mom's ugly hallway mirror.

"19! What a year, am I right? And just one more til the big 2-0. Honestly, not the greatest age if I do say so myself, but in this town, every year in your belt is a win."

It's another handmade one. Constriction paper and glue holding it together. He hasn't gotten one like this in a long time.

"Anyway, hope 19 treats you better than 18. Have a happy birthday, Stevie."

He thumbs the little doodle of a cupcake with a candle poking out of it in the corner of the letter. There's no name, no signature, not even a first initial. Just like always.

But he doesn't need it this year.

He knows that handwriting, now. Can hear the distinct inflection of the person who penned it. Only two people call him Stevie, and one already gave him his gift today.

He stuffs his feet back in his shoes and walks right back out the door.

Saturday's plans can be moved up a little bit. Weekend birthdays are overrated anyway.

[steddiesjest]

Lmk if yall want anything in particular out of this blog aside from what im already doing.

Also if you have any writing prompts then put em in my ask box and i’ll try to make lil ficlets out of em or something :) nsfw and sfw are welcome. Preferably steddie but id probabblllyy be open to anything else too. If it’s something im uncomfortable with, I’ll respond to the ask saying so (Unlikely tho lol)!

[the-inspector-jones]

Steve finally uses the backstage pass Dustin always offers, wearing a striped polo and his favourite faded jeans. Gareth sees him first, scoffs, and physically drags him to the green room, which is empty. No Eddie. Which is disappointing. It's been hard to catch him this year, with the tour. Steve doesn't like that part of the band's success, though he'll never admit it.

Gareth shoves a cut off tee at him. He stares at it, confused. Gareth rolls his eyes.

“You can't be back here dressed like that. Someone's going to, like, beat you up or something. Let's go,” he says impatiently.

So he changes shirts, annoyed but resigned.

Gareth produces makeup from his pocket, repeatedly pokes Steve in the eyes as he tells him to hold still. He protests when Gareth reaches up to his hair, but his glare turns murderous and Steve relents with a sigh and a muttered swear word.

“Tada,” he says eventually, tone bored. “He's backstage.”

When he stands, Steve catches a glimpse of himself on the chipped and dirty mirror and…oh. Okay. He looks…Well. He looks hot, if he's honest with himself.

His eyes are lined in coal black, smudged artfully. The tee reveals his belly button, the ridiculous belt buckle Robin had found at the thrift store, the curve of his hips above his belt. His hair is tousled beyond repair, but he doesn't hate it.

So, back in the wings of the stage, he's actually kind of excited. That Eddie will see him like this. In his world. Steve's heart beats faster, picturing that crinkled smile widening impossibly further. Eddie, who will drop an arm across his shoulders, or shake him, or grab his cheeks (Steve's personal favourite) to turn his face this way and that.

Man, he should just tell Eddie.

Eddie who is suddenly walking toward him with an expression of…

Oh. An expression of abject horror tinged with fury, actually.

Steve has wildly miscalculated. He'll leave. Immediately. Eddie does not want him here. Which, obviously; he doesn't want to be reminded of Hawkins, of the Upside-Down, of high school, of the jock he'd hated. Steve is mid crash out when Eddie reaches him.

“Who did this to you?!” he demands. “They ruined you!”

Steve wants to explain, but then. But then, Eddie's hands are in Steve's hair, trying to tame it back to normal. It won't work, obviously, but Eddie's tongue is between his teeth as he concentrates on the task, and Steve can't breathe enough to speak.

It's too much; it's dark and it's loud and the audience is restless, but it all disappears because Eddie's long, ringed fingers – which have been haunting his dreams, his waking days – are tugging on the roots of his hair and he just can't anymore. Steve breaks.

He tugs on Eddie's stupid denim vest until their chests bump, and kisses him. It only takes a moment for Eddie to figure out what is happening, and then he's kissing back. And his hands are far more intentionally holding onto hair, making Steve's scalp tingle and scream with sensation.

“Finally,” Dustin shouts from somewhere to their right. He tugs Eddie's elbow, shoving a guitar into his hands, grumbling. “Go. Play. I'll make sure he stays here. You two can figure your shit out later.”

And even though Eddie sputters for a second, Steve feels his face melt blissful, smug victory, and when Eddie notices, his grin returns, twitches up into a crooked fondness.

“Fine. Fix his hair,” he demands, pointing at them as he walks backwards. “But the eyeliner stays.”

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, infamous Corroded Coffin guitarist, posts to his socials like, “Look at this deranged fan.”

And then it’s just thirty seconds of him breaking into a house, running up the stairs, and then scaring the absolute hell out of Steve while he was getting ready for bed.

He tackles Steve onto the bed and kisses him before telling the camera, “The deranged fan is me. I love this guy.”

Then the video loops back to the start.