Steve’s ears burned and his heart raced. Static filled his head. This had to be the guy. He could not deal with this right now.
He straightened up. He and Eddie were around the same height, something he found he liked quite a bit. This guy was taller.
Steve examined him, aware that he was acting weird, but he didn’t care. This would probably be his only chance to size up this man. Eddie didn’t seem like he would be the type to talk about crushes with him. He knew it was hypocritical. He should probably run away before he learned something Eddie didn’t want him to know, but he didn’t.
Something hot and volatile stirred deep within him.
His eyes were bright and alert underneath heavy, thick eyebrows. He was wearing a tiny bit of makeup on his eyes and a whole host of silver earrings. A spray of freckles decorated his prominent nose. He looked familiar.
His clothes weren’t special. He wore altogether typical getup for a metalhead. Denim and leather and patches and all that jazz. Now that he thought about it, they might have gone to high school together. He was older than Steve for sure.
“Earth to Eddie,” the man waved in front of his face and Steve frowned. He needed to back up. Why was he so close?
This was the guy? Eddie could do better. Sure, he was tall and he had a pretty enough face, but he was unremarkable. Eddie deserved better than unremarkable. But maybe he and Eddie just had different tastes in men.
Steve choked.
He bent over coughing, desperately trying to catch his breath with his hands back on his knees. His face felt hot and his throat felt like it was spasming. He must have swallowed wrong.
“Shit, are you okay?” A hand touched his back and he slapped it away.
“Don’t touch me,” he rasped. His head was spinning, and not from the lack of air. His coughing slowed down and he wheezed until it came to a point that was manageable for him to stand up.
The stranger looked at his display with wide saucer eyes. He couldn’t be out here anymore. Steve yanked the side door back open and stumbled back inside. His alley retreat had only made things more complicated.
He had to talk to Robin.
Read more on ao3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/73420026/chapters/202855491
“Clearly,” she raised an eyebrow and patted his cheek. “What happened?”
“We don’t know,” Eddie stated.
“God, I leave you two alone for a few weeks and you end up inside each other?” Robin burst into a fit of laughter. “Sorry, sorry—It’s not funny—It’s not.”
Eddie’s face felt hot and Steve spluttered.
She took a few breaths and tried to hold it in but everything came out in a snort. “Okay it’s a little funny.”
“Ha, ha,” Steve mocked, shooting an indecipherable glance at Eddie. “We can tone down the sex jokes. This morning, we just… woke up this way. We don’t know what happened, or how it happened, or how to switch back.”
Robin hummed. “What does our little Einstein say?”
“We haven’t been able to get a hold of him at all.”
“And now,” Eddie interjected and waved a hand at trick-or-treat crowd, “he could be anywhere, along with the other members of our merry band of misfits, any one of which would have been very helpful to have today.”
“Sounds dire.” Robin poked Steve’s cheek and looked to Eddie. “Can you feel it when I do this?”
Max dragged her through the house by the arm. “Do you wanna have some fun tonight?”
“I did have fun.”
“More fun.” She gave El a wicked grin and El couldn’t help but smile in return.
They passed Dustin in the hallway with his ear pressed against a door. Max grabbed him as well and deposited them both in Dustin’s bedroom.
“Could you hear anything else?” She asked him.
“No,” he groaned. “They started whispering.”
“What is going on?” El asked.
Max plopped down on the floor and beckoned for El to join her, which she did. Max exchanged a look with Dustin through her new thick glasses that she was legally blind without.
“We think Steve and Eddie are keeping secrets,” Max said conspiratorially.
“And we wanna know about it,” Dustin continued.
“They’ve been weird all night, and now they’re arguing about something in the other room. At least, I’m pretty sure they’re arguing.” Max furrowed her brows.
She turned to El with a smirk. “Are you in? We just want to know what they’re thinking. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
El considered it. Max’s enthusiasm was wild and infectious. It would probably be harmless to take a look.
“I can’t tell you exactly what they are thinking. And we would have to do it now while they are still talking.”
Dustin cheered. “Sounds like a plan.”
body swap fic for halloweekend -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/73420026/chapters/191389406
Steve Harrington had known for a while that he was on thin ice. His parents let him change his hair and clothes and name after a harrowing night that ended with him in a hospital bed.
So he tried to behave. They couldn’t complain as long as he played the perfect son. He did everything right. He excelled at sports, he didn’t make a fuss, he even fell in love with a wonderful girl.
Though, things got a little rocky when his dealer left town and handed things over to the local freak show. When he went to pick up his bottles, Loudmouth Munson tried to get under his skin.
“Y’know I always had a feeling you were doping.” Munson said, leaning against the picnic table.
“Would you just hand it over?” Steve held out his hand for the containers Munson was keeping hostage.
“This is a lot, Harrington, you’d think Hawkins would have actually won a championship by now with you on this stuff.”
Steve resisted the urge to rip it from his hands. Munson grinned an insufferable smile, like he enjoyed how much Steve was glaring at him.
“I’m not taking it because of basketball,” Steve said.
“So why then?”
“I don’t have to tell you shit.”
“Dude,” Munson raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Call it fair play. Didn’t think you’d be so sensitive about it.”
Steve’s hands were still itching to grab it. Munson seemed to notice how antsy he was, following his anxious gaze flickering between the package and Munson’s face.
“Don’t ya trust me, Harrington?” He said.
“Not even a little,” Steve replied. He felt a tendon jump in his jaw.
“Can’t handle the thought of not having your steroids? Some people actually need these hormones to survive, rich boy.” Munson’s tone switched from teasing to something more somber, or maybe bitter. It was hard for him to tell those things.
Under normal circumstances he would have never said what he ended up saying. Munson had a way of pushing his buttons.
“I need them.” Steve watched an ant crawl around a knot in the wood in front of him. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand. Nobody in this town would understand.”
Steve looked up at a shocked Eddie Munson and held out a handful of bills. “Give me my drugs, take your money, and don’t tell fucking anybody about this. You got it?”
Eddie didn’t move for a long moment, carefully studying Steve and his outstretched hand. His rings flashed as he pushed the package over to Steve’s side of the table and grabbed the money in one swift movement.
“‘Course, Harrington. You get dealer-dealee confidentiality just like everybody else.”
Steve was glad the transaction was over. He grabbed his hormones and stood up to leave when Eddie’s voice stopped him in his tracks.
“You’re not the only one.”
Eddie looked very serious, dark curls brushing the tops of his furrowed brows. It was a good look on him.
Steve felt his hopes rise. There were others like him in town. But, how could he be sure that Eddie was talking about what he thought he was talking about?
“Munson,” Steve said cautiously, “I don’t think we’re on the same page.”
Eddie, still seated, crossed his arms. “I guess there’s no way to know for sure unless one of us says it plainly, and I’m sure as hell not going to. I don’t want to end up on the news.”
“You don’t trust me?” Steve echoed, quirking up the side of his mouth.
It got a small smile from Munson. “You don’t even know who it is; dealer-dealee confidentiality goes both ways. I can’t go around blabbing about what drugs everybody’s on, I’d alienate my customer base.”
“Then I guess we’re at a standstill.”
Eddie looked at him with a curious expression. “I guess so.”
Steve took a few steps away from the table, leaves crunching under feet, before turning around. He hesitated. Eddie looked at him with those dark brown eyes of his, which didn’t help his resolve.
“Eddie,” the man’s eyebrows raised at the use of his first name. Steve continued, “if you ever feel like blabbing, you know where to find me.”
Eddie stayed quiet for once, the sounds of the woods surrounding the two of them as they lingered.
“Same to you, Steve,” He finally replied.
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