Obsessed with Blind! Eddie Munson meeting Steve and them hitting it off like instantly. And Eddie bragging constantly over the phone to corroded coffin/hellfire because Steve is great. He’s funny and bitchy and he makes all these sounds that drive eddie crazy —- anyway, he’s just super excited for his boyfriend to finally meet his friends.
And then when it finally happens it goes different than expected because yeah Eddie knows Steve is great…. What he didn’t know was…
“Holy shit,” Jeff says into the weird silence after Eddie’s introduction.
“What?” Eddie is worried.
“He’s hot,” Jeff says like it pains him to admit. “Like… like really, really hot. Like he might be a model hot.”
“Is he blind too? What’s he doing with Eddie?” Gareth asks under his breath and then grunts like he just got an elbow to the gut for it.
Steve just laughs. “Thanks,” he tells Eddie’s friends.
He doesn’t sound too embarrassed about it or like it’s a joke at all that his friends have concocted and holy shittttt
“Wait,” Eddie says quickly, twisting to hold Steve’s hands, “wait, wait, wait, are you— just how out of my league are you???”
“Eons,” Gareth wheezes.
“I’m not out of your league,” Steve says and Eddie can practically hear the eye roll as he tugs Eddie close and kisses him on the cheek. “Obviously.”
“What was that?” Eddie is frozen in place, hands held out in front of him like a shield.
“It— what do you mean what was that?” Steve blinks at him. “It was a kiss— or it was going to be until you head butted me.”
He’s rubbing at his nose, the ball of it just a little red from the impact of Eddie’s forehead. He’s got that little furrow between his brows, the one that says he’s confused.
Eddie is too. More confused than Steve probably.
“Yeah… yeah I got that, Steve, I mean,” he points at Steve, finger going from the top of Steve’s head down to his socked feet. “I mean why?”
“Because I wanted to? Why else do you kiss people?”
Eddie sees the logic there. He does, but —“you’re not gay.”
Steve shrugs. “You’re like an exception or something.”
“Why?”
Eddie wants to feel flattered by that, but he can’t help but wonder if there’s something distinctly feminine about him that’s attracting Steve. He doesn’t look or act like any of the girls he’s known. His hair is long, curly and dark, maybe that’s it?
Maybe Steve just has a thing for brunettes. Nancy is brunette, and Eddie is pretty sure the last girl Steve went out with was also brunette.
“Just are,” Steve tells him like it really is that simple. “I like hanging out with you.”
“Okay, but hanging out and making out are two very different things, man.” Eddie waves his hands around, widening the distance between them. “Very, very different.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know that.”
“Starting to think you don’t.”
“Look.” Steve pauses to smack Eddie’s hands out of the air. “If you don’t believe me you can just say that.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Jesus Christ, you're annoying,” Steve tells him.
“Yeah, I know, that’s why it’s weird that you want to kiss me.”
“Maybe it’s part of the reason I want to kiss you.”
“That makes even less sense.” Eddie feels like yanking all his hair out, maybe Steve’s hair too. “I’m a guy. An annoying, nerdy, guy— Steve, I have a dick in these jeans, in case you didn’t know or like forgot or something.”
The look Steve gives him is flat and verging into bitchy. “Yeah, I know you have a dick.”
Eddie’s hands fall back to his sides. He doesn’t know what else to say here, he kind of wishes Robin was here with a white board and some markers. A venn diagram might help him understand what’s happening. See where the overlap between Steve’s type and Eddie actually is.
It can't just be brown hair, right?
“The dick isn’t going to magically go away,” Eddie settles on saying. “It’s there. All the time. If you kiss me it’s going to do things man, it’s gonna react because your fucking you— and then you’re gonna freak out because I’m hard and it like poked you.”
“I also have a dick,” Steve reminds him, “I know how they work.”
“Then you know I can’t control it.”
“That’s really not a problem.”
“Not yet.”
Eddie watches as Steve's hands go up to his hair, messing up the look he probably spent an hour on.
Steve’s eyes tip towards the ceiling. He looks like he wants to pull out his hair too.
“Am I not your type,” Steve asks the little water-spot above them. “I know we don’t have a lot in common so— if you’re just not into guys like me, it’s cool. You can tell me, I won’t be mad or offended or whatever.”
Steve’s dark eyes flick down to Eddie and then back to the ceiling. “It’s… You’re into metal guys, right? Guys who actually listen to Dio or, or guys that play your nerd game.”
His nose wrinkles like he hadn’t meant to say that last part.
“Hold up,” Eddie says and despite the distance he’s been trying to keep between them, he steps a little closer. “You think you’re not my type? You. Steve Harrington. You think I’m not like tragically attracted to you, man? Seriously?”
Steve sways back when he looks at Eddie, seemingly startled by how close they suddenly are. “Uh, yeah. That’s kinda what this whole conversation is about.”
Eddie lets out a loud incredulous laugh. “Ha, no. No, that is not what this conversation is about.”
“Yes, it is.” Steve frowns. “You don’t want me to kiss you because I’m not your type.”
“When did I say that?”
“When— the whole time you've been talking me out of kissing you.”
“Because you’re Steve Harrington! You’re the resident ladies man of Hawkins and I am not a lady.”
“How many times do I have to say I know you have a dick.” Steve groans, hands dropping from his hair to rub at his face.
“Okay,” Steve says into his palms. “Okay, this is— this is worse than when I tried to confess to Robin, like way worse— Christ.” His hands fall to his sides, looking weirdly defeated. “You know what, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Then he’s stepping away from Eddie, heading for the door like this isn’t his house they’re both standing in right now. Like Eddie isn’t the one intruding in Steve’s space.
Confused, Eddie asks, “Where are you going?”
“Robin’s.”
Eddie watches him tug a jacket from the coat rack and toe himself back into his shoes before he finally realizes that Steve has been serious this entire. Really serious.
“You actually want to kiss me,” Eddie says to his back.
Steve sighs, struggling with his left shoe. “A little less than before,” his tone is just a little bitchy, frustrated, “but yeah.”
“Shit,” Eddie says, and even though Steve isn’t looking, he nods his head, a rapid bob of it. “Shit, okay, yeah, kiss me.”
“What?” Steve glances back at him, brows furrowed. “No.”
“No?” Eddie sputters. “What do you mean no? You’ve been trying to kiss me for the last twenty minutes and now it’s no?”
“You didn’t want me to kiss you.”
“I thought you were having some kind of psychotic break before.”
Steve gaps at him. “Seriously?”
“Yes, I was concerned.” Eddie waves his hands around again. “I thought we were just really good friends, Steve, and I was trying very, very, very fucking hard not to get feelings for you so when you suddenly tried to kiss me I just— I panicked.”
They stand there staring at each other. Eddie feeling weirdly out of breath, Steve with only one shoe completely on and the his foot half stuffed into the other one.
“Jesus Christ,” Steve says finally, slumping a little. He kicks the half shoe off as he fully turns toward Eddie. A hand shoots out to grab Eddie by the collar and tug him closer. “You’re really fucking frustrating you know that, Munson?”
Eddie nods. “I’ve been told that a time or two, yeah.”
Steve kisses him, quick and a little biting like he really is annoyed.
It’s over before Eddie really gets a chance to panic or process.
Steve doesn’t let go of his shirt, doesn’t move very far away either. “Still think I’m crazy?”
“Shit I hope so,” Eddie says and kisses him again, harder, deeper, desperate.
Maybe it’ll all blow up in Eddie’s face later. Maybe it’ll be bad.
Or…Maybe they’re both the right kind of batshit insane and it’ll all work out.
This idea keeps revolving around my brain about Rockstar Eddie X regular guy Steve
In which, Eddie literally runs into Steve, panics and drags him into an alleyway while avoiding a group of paparazzi and fans, and convinces Steve to trade him clothes so he can get away.
Steve has no idea who this man is. He’s fresh to the city and thinks maybe this is just what being mugged is like in LA. So they swap clothes, and eddie runs off.
Problem is that their wallets are still in their respective jeans.
The reverse of this post about Blind!Eddie Munson. I present, blind and cocky af Steve Harrington meeting the corroded coffins boys for the first time.
And Gareth, little shit that I imagine him to be says something like, “I was wondering how you got anyone to date you.”
And yeah eddie might have forgotten to mention the blind thing but that was only because he was too busy gushing about Steve’s smile and his laugh and how he asked Eddie out first and then second and then third….
Eddie kicks Gareth. “Shut up.”
“I’m just saying,” he dodges Eddie’s next kick and says, “has anyone told you what Eddie looks like?”
Steve laughs. “Yeah, he did.”
It’s jeff, the traitor that asks, lightly, “did he lie?”
“He said I was out of his league but…” Steve shrugs, “he sounds pretty in bed, that’s good enough for me.”
Eddie, instantly red. “Jesus H Christ, Steve.”
“Yeah,” steve reaches out to Eddie, following the line of him up to Eddies cheek where he can feel the heat of eddies blush, “he says that a lot in bed too.”
I really love the idea of a supportive Wayne Munson buying books and zines on bisexuality to give to Eddie. And Eddie who mistakenly thinks that Wayne is trying to come out to him when all Wayne was trying to do was show Eddie that it’s okay to like girls and guys and that maybeee Eddie’s friendship with Steve Harrington isn’t as platonic as the two young men think.
So now Wayne’s just accepting a big hug from a supportive Eddie. And listening to Eddie tell him how proud he is for coming out and asking if Wayne has found someone and if maybe that’s why he’s decided to tell Eddie now and Wayne is just flummoxed on what he’s supposed to do now.
“Now wait just a minute,” Wayne is trying to say.
“Dont even worry about it,” Eddie claps him on the shoulders. “We’ll have you a boyfriend in no time.”
Eddie does take the books though because he wants to be “the best ally” for Wayne.
(Eddie Bursts into Wayne’s room like a week later all wide eyed and frantic, holding one of the books and is just like ‘is being gay hereditary?’ Because holy shit Eddie’s pretty sure he’s bisexual too and half in love with Steve Harrington)
Headcanon that Eddie isnt the kind of guy to say I love you first. He’d had it rough growing up. Dead beat parents and very little affection until he moved in with Wayne.
And Wayne is a quiet man. More action than words so I think Eddie would learn how to love from him. With actions. A new mug here, a pat there, a plate of breakfast after a rough shift. Acts of service as their love language.
Steve Harrington though… He also grew up with very little affection but he didn’t have an uncle Wayne. So, love for him is different. Steve falls hard and fast and he is always quick to say it, always the first one to say ‘I love you’. And he means it everytime and is devastated when it isn’t reciprocated.
When steddie happens, Steve would try to play it cautious. He’s been burnt so many times that he holds the words to his chest for weeks, maybe even months before they finally come spilling out. And, Eddie would be stunned. He could probably count on his hands the times he’s been verbally told he’s loved. And, of course he loves steve too. How could anyone not love steve? But Eddie can’t get the words out.
And Steve, he gets it. He knows Eddie. Knows that even though Eddie can’t say it, that the way he leans into Steve and kisses him all soft and sweet and deep says it for him. It’s in Eddie’s big expressive eyes the way it’s never been in anyone else’s before. Steve wants to hear the words, but he doesn’t need them from Eddie because he can see it. It’s mutual. It’s reciprocated and that’s enough for Steve.
I do think Eddie will say it. Later. Maybe a few months down the line and I think it’ll be such a random and seemingly unremarkable moment. That Steve is probably just sitting there, all focused and squinty eyed as he’s working on something and Eddie is watching him. And Eddie loves him. Loves him so so fucking much and the words don’t seem all that scary or hard to say anymore.
“Steve?”
“Hmm,” Steve hums, not looking up from the bracelets he promised to make for Max and El.
And Eddie can’t stop the grin on his face, the relief as the words roll so easily off his tongue. So earnest and honest and heartfelt, “I love you.”
Steves head snaps up, eyes wide as he looks over at Eddie.
Eddie feels warm beneath that gaze, hair tickling his cheek as he tugs it over his mouth. It’s out of habit more than embarrassment, or vulnerability.
He watches Steves throat bob when he swallows, the way his mouth ticks up at the corners, how it grows into a wide smile. He doesn’t make it a big deal, doesn’t even comment on it other than to say, “Love you too.”
Eddie is driving home late after doing some business with Rick. He’s taking the long way, being careful since he’s got a van full of drugs now, when he sees Billy Hargrove’s car parked in front of a random house. The doors to the car are all open, but the lights in the house are all off.
Eddie slows down, squinting through the dark and sees children coming down the porch steps of the house. There’s a red head leading the way and Eddies pretty sure that’s the girl that’s usually with Billy, his stepsister or something.
The kids are carrying something, maneuvering carefully down the steps and when they make it from under the porch roof, the moon lighting up their features eddie can see that it’s a body they’re carrying. Steve harringtons bloody and bruised body, to be exact.
They’re loading him into the backseat of Billy’s car.
“What the fuc,” Eddie croaks as he watches what can only be the disposal of one dead Steve harrington.
Did Billy kill him?
And now he’s making literally children do his dirty work?
What the hell?
Before he can figure out what to do, the car doors are slamming shut and the car is swerving away, heading back out of town.
A THIAM fic Snippet: Feather Light & Achingly Gentle because it’s pride month and Liam is THE disaster bi.
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“We have to kill the fairies,” Liam says as he throws himself into the booth across from Mason and Corey. He’d thought about it all night and maybe Scott wouldn’t approve of his decision, but Scott’s not here and the fairies keep eating people.
It has nothing to do with the way Theo had looked at him yesterday. Nothing. Liam doesn’t care if Theo thinks he’s failing spectacularly as the temporary alpha.
He doesn’t.
“Oh my god,” Mason says and shushes him.
Next to him, Corey chokes on his coffee, amusement and delight on his choking face even as Mason gives a frantic look around the coffee shop.
“What?” Liam blinks at them, one hand raised, unsure if he should be helping Corey or not.
“Dude,” Mason hisses, leaning over the table to bring them closer. “it’s pride month, you can’t just go around saying that so loudly.”
“What?” Liam looks around the shop too and sees several people looking at him with disgust. He shakes his head hurriedly and points at Corey and Mason, “no, no, I'm not homophobic— they’re gay.”
“Oh my god,” Mason says again, “dude.”
“This is great,” Corey says, “I’m really enjoying myself.”
“Can we just…” Mason grabs at Corey’s shoulder and Liam’s shirt collar and starts tugging them out of the booth. “Let’s leave, and discuss this all in a more private place. Yeah? Yeah. Okay.”
Liam lets himself be dragged to the door, he passes a waitress with a wrinkled nose and tells her, “really, I’m not homophobic.”
