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[steddie-island]

BU I HE

Rating: G | WC: 587 | Tags: Implied/ referenced character death, crack treated seriously ao3 Full ficlet below the cut!

Dustin took a deep breath before kneeling in front of Eddie’s tombstone. There was a now stained pink cloth in one hand, and a bucket of sudsy water by his knees. The words BURN IN HELL were half scrubbed off, so it just said BU I HE. Soap stung his hands as he dipped the cloth again. He let suds run over the front of the tombstone, then picked back up on his scrubbing.

He let his tears start back up then, too.

Dustin didn't hold anything back. The harder he worked his arms, the louder his sobs became. He didn't care if he disturbed anyone in the other trailers— hell, he hoped he was. He hoped they were watching as he wiped his nose on his sleeve, as he let himself fall onto the tombstone for support when the emotions just became too overwhelming. Let them see that his grief was the fault of their hatred and prejudice and sleep a little worse for it at night.

Steve watched from the new Munson trailer. They had been playing this game for nearly six months now. Every day he looked out the trailer window, saw the tombstone that had been placed where the old Munson trailer had once stood. Some mornings it didn’t have graffiti on it, but it always did by the end of the day. If it wasn’t him cleaning it off, it was Dustin, or Wayne, or even Mike a couple of times.  No one could stand to leave it there. Eddie was a hero, in so many more ways than the people of Hawkins could understand. They could spray paint all they wanted, it never stayed for long. 

No matter how hard he tried, how angry he got, how many times Steve threatened them with his bat, they always left more. 

Dustin's cries grew even louder, and Steve looked over just in time to see him pounding his fists against the dirt, getting himself muddy in the process. Steve didn't go to him, the way he had at first. It was no use, they just had to let Dustin get it out of his system.

“I don’t know why you guys still waste your time cleaning it off.” 

Steve didn't have to turn away from Dustin to know Eddie was leaning in the doorway, using both his cane and the wall itself to help hold himself up. He didn't need to look to know that Eddie's hair was a wild tangle from his nap. “The rest of the world thinks you’re dead. We can’t just… leave it.”

“Wayne shouldn’t have put it up in the first place.” He limped closer to stand by Steve's side. “Just let ‘em think I’m dead and that they're getting away with something. It's not worth the effort.”

“They just painted Wayne’s trailer before the stone was there.” Steve did look at him then. The scars on his face, down his jaw, disappearing into the collar of his shirt, they were still red but they were at least less angry now. Eddie looked less like Frankenstein's monster than he had that first week when he'd been stitched and bruised, floating in and out of consciousness. The memory had Steve reaching out and sliding his arm around Eddie's waist to help hold him up.

"Besides," he added as he looked back outside, to where Dustin was practically rending his garments in his display of his grief. "Dustin thinks his acting has gotten good enough to win an Oscar someday."

[steddie-island]

Sacrifice

@strangerthingswritersguild kinktober day 20: Worship Rating: E | WC: 2,098 | Tags: Transmasc Steve Harrington, vampire Eddie Munson, knife play, blood drinking Same 'verse as Sweet as Cherry Wine and Mirror Image but can be read alone! For full fic and complete list of tags see ao3! Divider credit

Eddie was settled against the headboard with his long legs stretched out in front of himself and crossed at his ankles. His shirt was gone, showing off the dark ink trailing over his pale skin.

Steve had gone all out for this. Everything was lit up red . The windows were open to let in the cool night air. The gauzy curtains hanging around their bed fluttered slightly in the breeze.

It was the perfect scene for what he had planned.

Just as Eddie went to take a drink from his goblet(and god, Steve loved him all the more for his theatrics, for wanting to look the part the way he did) Steve stepped into the room. He was draped in a robe made of silk chiffon. Steve had picked it because the red was so rich, it was almost as if the fabric had been dipped in blood. The material gathered about his waist to just barely hide him from Eddie's prying eyes.

Not that the plan was to hide for long. Just long enough for him to cross the room, for Eddie to drink him in, draped the way he was, and for him to climb into bed.

"Is this what you've been whispering about for the last week?" Eddie asked. He put his goblet aside before reaching a hand out towards Steve. "Come here, pet."

Steve took the hand offered to him. He'd meant to move slowly to build up the anticipation, but Eddie had other plans. He pulled Steve into his lap easily, in a movement that had the robe slipping off of one shoulder.

"You're a vision, you know that?" Eddie leaned in to kiss his shoulder. Already his eyes were dark with want, and Steve could feel his cock straining behind the fabric of his pants. If they weren't careful, this wasn't going to go the way Steve had intended for it to.

"I have something planned." Steve pushed gently at Eddie's chest with his fingertips. Eddie was so much stronger and could have fought against him, but his master didn't even try.

"More than this?" Eddie asked with a crooked smile.

"More than this." Steve leaned in to peck Eddie's lips before he started shifting down his legs. "Do you remember what you said to me the other day?"

"I say a lot of things, love, you'll have to be more specific."

"In the bathroom." Steve reached out to undo the ties of Eddie's pants so he could get them open. "Do you remember?"

Eddie visibly thought back and tried to dig for what Steve was talking about.

"You said you were my god." Steve freed Eddie's cock so he could wrap his fingers around it.

"Right." Eddie sucked in a soft breath. "Did you like that?"

"It got me thinking." Steve stroked from root to tip before leaning forward. The robe opened even more and slid off of his other shoulder. It was doing almost nothing to hide his chest now, but Steve didn't care about that. "You are. My god. My world revolves around pleasing you." Steve thumbed at the head of Eddie's cock gently. "And what is a god, really, without an offering of worship?"

[steddie-island]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: slight angst, But mostly Dustin swearing a lot, There's bare ass but no sex in this chapter, This is part of fuck his dad so there is still an age gap, Fluff, Dustin wants to make sure his dad and best friend still hang out with him, Steve and Eddie are in love all over the place Series: Part 2 of Fuck his dad Summary:

What Dustin had expected to find when he walked through the door was his dad on the couch watching a game, or maybe at the table grading papers.

He had never expected to be met with the sight of his best friend’s bare-ass at the stove, might not have even realized it was Eddie if not for the heart tattoo that read Warlock on his ass cheek.

Or

Dustin's reaction when he finds out his dad and best friend are bumping uglies.