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consider: the deidara-tobi team is actually the least productive of any team. missions go completely off the rails immediately and are barely fixed by the end. there's like a 20% chance deidara simply decides he doesn't want to and does something else. but. b u t

tobi is secretly the akatsuki boss. there is no one to reel this in. deidara gets to explode 500% more things for no reason and never thinks to question why. there's no pushback when he gets mouthy or disrespectful. someone dares to ask "why does deidara get away with so much shit?" and then the camera pans over to Tobi twirling his hair and watching Deidara scream back at pein

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"rewatch s2 before s5"

ok so basically, soft byler, soft lumax ,st*ncy bones, and el independence arc?? sounds good to me.

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Am I the only one who thinks Steve only wants to get back with Nancy because he wants something familiar? Because he is scared of change and Nancy just kind of gives him the comfort of familiarity that reminds him of when things were normal? I mean she is the only one who he still got from the past, because with the kids and Robin he only became friends through the whole killing monsters from another dimension thing?

Like, I don't think he wants to date her, he just needs her as a friend or something because she makes him feel safe about all that changes

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in the darkness - steddie ff.

summary: steve thought these were just nightmares of his dead lover eddie, but seems like the line between reality and dreams sometimes become blurry. because a heart that stopped beating is still capable of love

note: the dark topics were always one of my favourites!! it’s a really long fic, which i started before my mental health got bad again, but finished when i started to look for something to get out of its pit hole. it made me avoid writing for the last couple of months, time to get back to it !!

A hot night in July. That’s when it happened.

Steve was sitting on his balcony in the late night hours, drinking a cup of tea. He enjoyed the life of the rich way too often after his lover Eddie passed away in mysterious ways. No one knew how the accident happened really, and Steve was dreaming of him ever since the night he left. He sometimes thought he saw a shadow from the corner of his eye, but whenever he turned to take a better look, no one was there. He sort of became paranoid and his friends were honestly worried about him. Nancy adviced therapy, while Dustin offered late night talks with him. But Steve turned these off, telling his mates he is completely fine. Even if a part of him was missing, that Eddie took with him.

After a while he decided to get ready to sleep. He did his usual routine, and shifted to sleep quickly, his mind tired from the constant memory flashbacks he had through the day. All of them were of Eddie. Because Steve smiled and laughed, went on with his days, but the grief was slowly killing him, too.

As the clock striked midnight, a noise was heard from outside of his bedroom, somewhere down the hallway. Steve thought he must be dreaming, but as he heard something again, little drops of cold sweat started to appear on his forehead. He lighted the candle right on his bedside table and got it in his hand. 

His bedroom door opened with a loud creak, and Steve’s heart jumped into his throat. He didn’t even know what could have made the noise, but his guts were filled with horror and curiousness. He took each step slowly, ready for anything that was waiting for him in the darkness.

At least he thought he was ready for anything.

The wax was slowly running down on the side of the candle as Steve approached the sound in the kitchen. His kitchen was gigantic, you could basically get lost in it. Someone was there, facing the cabinet. Steve’s heartbeat was in his throat as he was looking at the back of the man. Long, dark curls were falling onto his shoulder and Steve thought he must be dreaming. His clothing was dark as well, giving his body a beautiful shape. Steve never believed in ghosts, which is well.. a good thing, since this person wasn’t a ghost. He looked just as alive as Steve, and Steve started to get creeped out.

He bit his lip, bruising the soft skin on it with his teeth, while on the top of his tongue there was a name. A name that wanted to knock his tooth out to finally be heard. He rubbed his eyes, still holding into the last bit of hope of this all being only a fidgement of his imagination, a trick that his mind was playing on him.  He thought running would be the best option, so he started to back up, but he didn’t dare to take his eyes off the person in front of him. He wasn’t looking where he was going, so he accidentally knocked down a glass which luckily didn’t break, but made a sharp noise in the silence. 

Steve’s heart jumped into his throat once again as the person turned and now was facing him.

“E-Eddie?” Steve’s voice was weak, filled with fear. The candle was shaking in his hand and little drops of sweat started to form on the back of his neck.

“My, my..” a grin creeped onto Eddie’s lips. He was thrilled and excited to see his lover again. He literally went through hell just to get back to him. “It’s so nice to finally see you again, my dear.” Eddie stepped closer and Steve and Steve almost screamed. He was so close to throwing the candle at him, risking that he burns down the whole house.

“No, wait! Get away from me, you freak!” he cried out, stepping back as much as the wall would let him. Now there was no escape. “You can’t be him! He.. he..”

“Died?” Eddie tilted his head, curiousity hiding in his dark eyes. He was now so close to Steve, that if he reached out, he could have touched him. “Death doesn’t mean leaving, Steve.” Eddie gently shook his head, warm smile spreading on his lips. “I missed you so much, my dear.” he touched Steve’s face. Eddie’s hand was stone cold, like he didn’t have any blood flowing in it, while Steve’s cheek was burning like the sun. “Didn’t you miss me?” he asked as he took the candle, placing it to the near by table. Steve was shaking, terrified to close his eyes for even a moment. He didn’t know what he could possibly do if he didn’t pay attention.

“You can’t be him.” he said as he thickly swallowed. “It’s not possible.” Steve was mostly saying this to himself, because he was a bit scared that he might have gone mad. He should have listened to his dear friends when they offered help, but he had no clue about what was waiting for him.

“I am real, darling. I am so real, and I am here to take you with me.” Eddie said, leaning closer to his scared to death lover. He gently pressed his lips against Steve’s, who was still shaking like a leaf. He felt like his knees are about to give up as Eddie deepend the kiss, so he grabbed his arms and tried to keep himself steady. Eddie’s skin was like porcelain, but he kissed so hotly. Steve felt like every part of him was on fire, burning him to the core. He finally closed his eyes, his limbs giving in as Eddie’s hands wondered over his whole body. He was familiar with every inch of Steve, he knew every secret of his.

“Please.” Steve didn’t know what he was asking for. He was confused, scared and so, so lost.

“Steve, oh Steve!” Eddie raised his voice like a royalty before his most solemn speach. “People think that when your body starts to rot, all the love poures out through the holes on your skin, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Love still lingers in the core of my bones and every part of me aches for you.” he breathed heavily onto Steve’s neck, as his lips found their perfect spot on the senstivie skin. “My mind is fogged up with the thought of you and I can’t seem to go on without you. I am your lover, right? Do you still want me, Steve?” Eddie touched Steve’s neck, which made the man jump.

“You’re so cold..” he whined softly, eyes traicing over Eddie’s painfully gorgeous face. He used to paint him, sit in front of the canvas for days because he wanted everything to be perfect. Eddie just seemed to casually exist with all of the beauty of his, not even noticing the looks on the streets he got from strangers. And seems like death didn’t change a single thing. He was just as beautiful as he was on the day Steve lost him in the accident. Everything stayed the same; the rasp of his voice, the gaze of his doe eyes, the shape of his mellow lips. Steve’s face got flustered just from the memory of where have those lips been on his body before and now he ached to his soul, pressing up against Eddie. He missed him, he longed for him and he felt like he is about to break under the weight of the grief. But now somehow Eddie was there, more alive than ever.

“Regardless of that, I have a burning desire for you, Steve..” he lowered his voice. He wrapped his hand around Steve’s wrist then placed it onto his hip, dangerously close to his crotch. He was flaming hot there and Steve might have gave a small, needy whine. He was at the edge of crying as he lied his head into the crock of Eddie’s neck, breathing heavily onto the ice cold skin.

“Jesus Christ..” Steve murmured, the soft curls of Eddie’s tickling his face. “You’re.. real?”

“Haven’t you listened to me before, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, wrapping his other arm around Steve’s waist. “So real, and so yours.” Steve finally moved his numb limbs, pulling Eddie closer to him, not even caring about how bizarre the situation was. He was fighting for air, his lungs were desperate. He was at the edge of hyperventilating. “Breath for me, my dear. I am here.” he whispered into Steve’s ear, who needed to listen and he started to feel a bit lightheaded. “Nothing will take you away from me anymore.” he was brushing over Steve’s back, so gentle and careful. 

Steve lifted his head, just to look into the eyes of death. He never seen such terrifying sight before, and he immediately backed up from Eddie, earning a dark glare. Steve clenched his fists as his jaw tensed. He was sure, that this is his lover, but in a much different, darker form that he had before. That once clean and delicate soul now was dirty and rough, and was painfully yearning for one thing: Steve.

“Leave.” Steve said, voice small, but steady. Eddie tilted his head, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“What does that suppose to mean, Stevie?” he asked, eyes dangerously dark. Steve’s gaze lingered over the wall, where one of his favorite paintings hang. He could barely see the outlines of it in the light of the candle, but he knew what that painting meant for him and Eddie.

“I watched you die, Eddie.” said Steve, avoiding eye contact “I don’t want whatever took over you, to shatter my most precious memories of you. You’re the love of my life, and as much as I want to, I just cannot give myself over the mirage of seeing you here, touching you, feeling you. It’s all so fucking terrifying, Eddie. I am so damn terrified.” Eddie listened, not even taking a louder breath while Steve was talking. “You have no clue how I felt on the first night alone. It was the loneliest night of my whole existence, and I wished to never live ever again after it. I prayed to some God, whoever is up in the skies to just take me, too.” he looked up at him “Whatever or whoever you are, do not shade the memory of my one true love.”

At first, Eddie’s shoulder shook a bit and Steve thought that he is about to start crying. But it was quite actually the opposite. The first few small giggles were like a thorn, pushed right through Steve’s heart. Eddie’s playful grin now became a bit evil, but something, something still lingered behind of it that still reminded Steve of who Eddie once was. Does death changes you?

“Haven’t you listened, Steve?” Eddie sighed, as he softly shook his head “It’s. Me. I know exactly how much you still want me, because death never made a difference.” he took a few steps closer to him, and Steve just couldn’t get himself to pull away again. His body was against what his mind wanted. “Let me take you with me, my dear.”

“No.. no!” Steve snapped, then grabbed the candle and rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Eddie there.

It was the darkest hour of the night, when even the moon decided to hide behind some clouds that gathered on the sky. The candle wasn’t enough source of light, Steve couldn’t even see in front of him. He just hoped that he could find a way back to his room where he could lock himself away, and this nightmare would end as soon as he went to sleep again. Suddenly, everything went silent. The wasn’t any creaking, or owl hooting, but the silence, that ate him up. He stopped, like his legs froze, and desperately looked around in the darkness. In darkness, our minds are more likely to make up figures and movements that aren’t actually there, but the brain just turns on the alarm to be careful, and this time Steve’s brain was right to do it. 

He took a shaky breath, and in the next moment darkness fully hugged around him, as someone blew the candle. He almost let out a scream as he now just stood there, completely unaware of his surroundings. At this moment the moon decided to show her face again and shine through on the only window that wasn’t covered by a curtain. And there was Eddie, face painted by the moon light.

“Oh, Steve..” he sighed, looking at the helpless man, who didn’t know what to do. His whole life flashed before his eyes as Eddie pulled him closer to him, now fully unsure what his intensions were. “Why are you running from me? Don’t you want me back?” he pouted, and Steve’s heart shattered in his chest. The darkness, the silence and emptiness around him, Eddie’s sharp and deep voice made his mind numb.

“I-I..” Steve swallowed as Eddie cupped his face, brushing his thumb over his skin.

“You’re coming with me.” Eddie stated.

The next thing Steve felt was a sharp pain in his chest, then something cold running down on his torso. He couldn’t really breathe and suddenly Eddie’s beautiful face started to became a blurry mess in front of him. His whole body felt heavy and everything in his mind became a blur.

“E-Eddie?” Steve coughed, then he looked down and saw one of those fancy knives that they got for their wedding from their friends, sticking out from his chest. His eyes widened, but oddly enough, he didn’t panic. It was rather strange than scary. Maybe the main part of him really wanted to go with Eddie, and his body finally overtook his mind. His blood was all over him and the floor as he fell onto his knees. “Eddie, please..” he held his hand, pressing his face to Eddie’s hip. “What’s going on..?”

“The red means ‘I love you’.” he giggled, caressing Steve’s soft curls.Steve felt weak as he looked into those beautiful, but cruel eyes. It felt like home, actually. “It’s you and me forever, sweetheart. Death will never do us apart.”

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girls when their favourite jacket is no longer seasonally weather appropriate to wear

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Steve: You know, Johnathan gives Nancy flowers all the time, I wish you'd do that too.

Eddie: Okay.

-later-

Eddie: -Gives Johnathan flowers-

Johnathan: ?? Thank? You??

Eddie: I am just as confused as you are.

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Steve: You know, Johnathan gives Nancy flowers all the time, I wish you'd do that too.

Eddie: Okay.

-later-

Eddie: -Gives Johnathan flowers-

Johnathan: ?? Thank? You??

Eddie: I am just as confused as you are.

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One day Steve meets one of his old high school classmates. This girl immediately starts to talk about stuff Steve has no idea about.  

“Can you believe?  Tommy H. got fired from his job after he hooked up with his boss who was actually the company manager’s wife. And they did it in that old little backroom, like how unfashionable is that? And just so unromantic, plus the woman even left her so out-of-style blouse there as well, it was from like 10 years ago?” she barely breathes while talking so fast and Steve just politely smiles, and nods. “Did you see the photos?”

And Steve just smiles, it’s the same, grinning smile from high school, but so much have changed since then.

In fact no, Steve didn’t see the photos.

He was probably spending his early evening at the Hellfire Club because his boyfriend Eddie, happens to be the leader of it. He adores the kids, even though he acts like he is annoyed with them, he loves to listen to every chit-chat of theirs through the game. Or maybe he was taking Dustin to his long distance girlriend Suzie, because Steve made a silly promise that he would drive him there this spring break and eventually he had such a good time. Maybe him and Robin were at their shared job and made fun of customers who got into the shop, because once a mean girl: always a mean girl. But maybe it was one of those summer nights, when the air was thick and he was straddling in Eddie’s lap, kissing him, after they finished watching some slasher movie. Or maybe it was the morning after, when Eddie burnt their pancakes, but Steve ate a lot of it anyways, because he just couldn’t stand the sad little pout on his boyfriend’s lips. Maybe it was the afternoon when him,Eddie and Robin went to the cinema with the kids, and watched ‘Back To The Future’ for the seventh time, because it’s a classic.

So basically Steve outgrown any and every stupid theory or norm that he used to want to fit in. He prioritized his well being and own happiness. And for the best part; he stopped explaining himself to people. He just lived, and finally felt like himself again. 

And gosh, how Eddie loved that.

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our sweet poison - steddie ff

summary: wanting someone who you can’t have is probably one of the most painful things in the world.  a short story about how prince eddie lets the dagger of his mate, steve’s soft rejection sink into his back.

i love writing angsty shit to angsty songs, even tho while being in the happiest realitionship i’ve ever had. this is my toxic trait, there is literally no reason for me to write these, sorry everyone lmao <3

Eddie always thought he needed no one. He grew up in one of the richest families in the land, as a respected royalty. He thought being alone in wealth was just as good as being with someone.  But soon that mirage was shattered by the refreshing drop of Steve’s caring pair of eyes, which sometimes stared at Eddie for way too long, like a lost, homeless puppy. Soon heavyweights got wrapped around his ankles and his wrists which he carried wherever he went.

Prince Steve was charming and kind, he had a bride too. But Eddie’s naive little heart was full of hope toward his mate, who never seemed to take interest in boys. So Eddie resisted. He took the punches of seeing Steve with all of those pretty ladies right into his guts, and managed to straighten his back whenever Steve’s future, and a planned marriage was brought into the conversation. 

Until it was too much.

Until one night he asked Steve to follow him to the hill right behind the palace. Steve was a bit late and Eddie had too much wine. They ended up on the grass, Eddie soft curls falling into Steve’s lap as he mumbled the words, as he cried out every love soaked confession that ever tripped on the tip of his tongue. Steve led his fingers through those familiar curls with a shaky hand and glossy eyes.

“Eddie? Eddie, breathe.” Steve’s voice was barely above a little whisper. Eddie got a handful of Steve shirt into his fist as he tried to stop sobbing. “Eddie.. I’ve got a bride.” he bit his lips and Eddie felt the words cutting right on the skin of his back. 

“I know. I know, God, I know.” he nodded, pressing his face into Steve’s tummy.

“Good, okay.” Steve nodded, a pearl of tear rolling down on his face. “My boy.”

The rejection was hard, since Eddie felt like him and Steve had the same sins. The same tone painted their skin and their lips touched the same porcelain cups. Like their hands played on the same strings, the exact same notes. But Eddie couldn’t follow a light that eventually led him into darkness, where it faded and he lost trace of it. So he took a deep breath in the sharp pain and let it sink. 

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this is so random, but i just got the idea and had to write it. this is gonna be twisted, not gonna lie.

So Steve never really liked Eddie. Not at all.

Steve was always the judgy, mean girl type of person and he liked the fame that was all around him. And let’s be honest. When he had to save the world (again) and he had to bond somehow with Eddie Munson, that was the limit. Steve Harrington had to bond with Eddie. Fucking. Munson.

Now this was his nightmare.

And what was even harder to handle? 

Steve grew so fascinatingly fond of Eddie.

It was just a short period of time and it really messed with Steve’s head. He couldn’t bare it, because Eddie turned out to be a nice, lovely.

After his death, Steve shook off all of these feelings, and he was just glad that he was alive. He was back at his old, sassy, king of Hawkins self. He got praised, like a hero, who did all the great jobs. And Eddie? Eddie was long forgotten as the dude, who was there, when Steve saved the day. Steve kinda bragged about how he survived, but Eddie just got eaten by some stupid bats, now how funny is that?

And how was this fair? 

A month passed by and Steve became.. a bit paranoid. He felt like he was being watched or followed. He couldn’t exactly explain it, but it freaked him out. He turned over on the streets, because he could literally sense the steps behind him, a pair of eyes burning a whole into the back of his neck. He tensed his jaw, but saw no one. Not a single soul. 

No human.

This continued for a few days, and he tried to play it off cool, but it was like a heavyweight tied right to his foot.  Then on a seemingly calm Saturday, the first call happened.

“Hello?” Steve picked up the phone, balancing it on his shoulder and trying to hold it to his ear, as he was packing some groceries into the fridge.

“Living your best life, Stevie?” 

Steve almost dropped an egg in surprise. The voice was familiar, but suddenly he coudln’t recall who was it.

“Who is this?” he asked in confusion, as he closed the fridge’s door with his hip.

“You left me there.” the voice said. “But don’t worry. Now you can’t get rid of me.”

Then the call ended. Steve was shocked, his heart was baiting rapidly against his chest. Maybe his brain suppressed the trauma, or he just simply didn’t want to remember, but as the first drop of sweat ran down on his back, he started to think he was losing his mind.

The calls never really stopped. Actually, they became daily. In every hour, the phone rang and whenever Steve picked it up, there was no answer from the other side of the line. This drove him nuts, and one day, he lost all of his patience. No one can play stupid games like this on him, this is not a damned horror movie. Jokes like this weren’t funny at all.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you want?” his voice was rough this time as he picked up the phone. The answer was a soft chuckle, and Steve’s stomach jumped into a knot. 

“It’s me, Stevie.” the voice cooed soflty. “Munson. Remember? Bats’ food, isn’t that right?” Steve’s fingers whitened as he was gripping the phone ever so tightly.

“This isn’t fucking funny.” he said, voice breathy and shaky.

“It’s not?” Eddie asked, laugh hiding in his voice. “I thought it was hilarious, how I got murdered by some stupid, stupid bats.” he spoke slowly, ‘cause he knew he had all the time to make those chills run down on Steve’s spine. “Who remembers Eddie Munson? It was Steve Harrington, who saved the day, huh?”

“Eddie, I-”

“Well let me tell you something, big boy.” he interrupted. “You made me do this. With all of those jokes and degrading comments.. you didn’t think the cup would be full once, right? And now everything that was in it, spilled out.” 

“This can’t be fucking true.. it can’t!” Steve was beyond overwhelmed with grief, feelings and fear. Mostly fear.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head too much on this. This is true, Steve.” he said mirthfully. “Just be still, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.”

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Steve plays D&D 1/2

(next up: Will, Dustin, and Lucas react)

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Steve always looked for highs, a good adventure, something that gets off his mind of bad stuff, something to pass time with. It never mattered if it’s wrong, he just wanted to enjoy himself, go with the flow and touch anyone who made him feel at least a bit cared about.

So when his and Eddie’s world collides, it’s total shock for him.

Eddie offers him trust, hope, peace, privacy from all of those people who can’t get out of other’s business, a safe place where he doesn’t need to hold his breath anymore, a home, and most importantly; love. Love that doesn’t depend on what mood Steve is in, on how many times they sleep together a week, and doesn’t immediately end when a disgareement comes on. Where Steve can actually able to communicate his feelings without simply getting told ‘I feel like that too, it sucks, right?’. 

Eddie kind of just shruggs off all of Steve’s doubts and shows him that love and trust doesn’t have to be a hard and painful thing, if you give it to the right person.

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What if Eddie had a crush on Steve in high school ever since he knew that he existed? Like it was just this overwhelming attraction that soon turned into longing and Eddie didn’t even know more about the guy, other than his not so shiny reputation.

Eddie was the biggest nerd you could find in school which made him the perfect target for Steve’s shitty friends. Luckily, he could avoided them mostly, but he always got close enough to somehow bump into Steve. Small sorry’s in the corridors, taunting looks in the changing room and Eddie started to think that he read too much fantasy, because he is now making up that Steve Harrington is starting to look for his attention. And the funny thing that Steve himself didn’t even notice.

As he started to change, his inner love hunger grew out of his control. Eddie was always smiling at him, watching him on his basketball matches from the door, where he was usually leaning against the doorway, careful spark in his eyes. And those girls were all cheering for Steve from the front row, but Steve’s gaze started to linger to Eddie’s direction. And whenever Steve scored, Eddie would clap so loudly, yet still most of the people wouldn’t even notice him. Well, Steve did. 

Just like Eddie noticed Steve.

He noticed his little habits, how he picks on the skin on the end of his fingers when he’s nervous, or how he leans into your personal space when he really gets into talking about something. It was quite unnoticable how the short hi’s turned into small chats in the classroom then long conversations on the way home. It wasn’t even really noticed by them until Dustin pointed it out with a really subtle “Are you guys dating or what?” 

That night Eddie lied on his bed, as awake as ever. He was home alone and soon he found himself walking up and down in front of the phone on the wall, thinking and fighting his own feelings. He had no clue what Steve could be feeling about him, but he needed to let him know what he feels. He called him up and Steve never picked up the phone quicker. He was a bit ashamed to admit that he was hoping, waiting for a call from Eddie.  At first it was just some meaningless small talk which turned into an all night long talking session. And around half past five in the morning, when the summer sun started to crawl up onto the sky, Eddie held the phone impossibly close to his face and his voice was low.

“Steve?” he said his name just above a soft, love soaked whisper.

“Yeah?” he could hear the sleepiness in his voice, but something was so awake in him that it wouldn’t let him drift to dreams.

“I really like you. I like you more than just a friend.” Eddie thickly swallowed, gripping the phone so tightly that his fingers went white. Steve let out a small, breathy laugh.

“I thought it was obvious that I like you the same, Eds.” the nickname came so easily, while Eddie was sure that Steve can hear how hard his heart was beating.

It was so delicate, because Steve was just getting out of his fake, deformed, bitterful reality that he called his life, and now Eddie showed him something real, sweet and beautiful. Steve never thought he could ever feel like this. Steve liked Eddie, he liked him so much, it soon turned into the pure, unconditional love. But it was crazy for him how Eddie could like him too? His reputation never been worse, but little did he know that Eddie liked him, even when he was living in this ugly pattern. There was just something mesmerizing about how Eddie decided to settle next to Steve, and Steve decided to finally start to live again.

“Can I.. come over?” Steve asked “It’s technically morning so..” Eddie laughed.

“I don’t guarentee I won’t fall asleep, but it would be a pleasure to have you here, Stevie.”

“Oh, you’re saying that I’m boring?” he pretended to be offended, but he couldn’t hide the warm smile on his face. He liked Eddie. He liked him so much.

“Come over and you see.” Eddie said, grinning. 

“On my way, babe.” Steve said, then ended the call with a racing heart. 

This was the beginning of something beautiful and real.

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sky full of song - steddie ff.

summary: the god of love, eros - steve harrington -, can’t seem to find love himself, no matter how hard he tries. he feels so unloveable. but then the god the music, apollo - eddie munson -,  changes everything for the better.

notes:  i made up a lot of things in this fic, so sorry for every big greek mitology fan :D a pretty long fic which i worked a lot on, hope you enjoy <3

Steve Harrington - mostly known as Eros, the god of love - was never really good in love himself. Yeah, he showed up to countless people, bringing love and happiness into their lives, watching them from afar afterwards with a little knot in his stomach. Steve chose love long long years ago, because he always wanted to experience such a thing. But all he got was people watching. Even in his own town somewhere over the forests and hills, he was all alone. He had friends, but not a lover. 

Steve truly ached for a lover.

A lover to touch and kiss, to share sorrow and joy with. A lover to whisper secrets which no one else can hear, because they are not allowed. A lover to let the feeling linger around his heart, and even stain it a bit in reminder, that now he belongs. Steve was a genius in creating love. He managed to make deep connections between men, women, teens, eldelry people. Even animals. It never really mattered, he just acted the way he felt himself. He had this wonderful ability to do it and if he wanted to, he could have made anyone fall in love with him. The truth though was a bit difficult. Steve didn’t want to force anyone to fall in love with him, just because he did his magic. The gods knew mortal people’s fate since the beginning, the pairs Steve got were always meant to fall in love. But Steve didn’t know his fate and he wanted to be loved for himself, not because he wanted the person to fall in love. He felt so unloveable. Sometimes he lied awake at night, thinking. This was a silly, unreasonable habit, but sometimes he closed his eyes and brushed his fingers against his cheeks, imagining it was someone else. This was the only way he could feel any emotions.  This night wasn’t any different either. He stayed up until dawn and only drifted to sleep as the first rays of the sun started to peek through his window. He could only slept around an hour or two, before a sharp whistling melody woke him up. He kept his eyes half closed, as his messy curls fell into his face. Suddenly he couldn’t even tell where the sound was coming from. Soon though, he was able to tell that it was coming from straight under his window. He climbed out of his bed along with a groan, regretting that he didn’t sleep more.

With a harsh move he opened the window, ready to yell the head off of the person who decided to play the role of an alarm clock, but as he looked down, suddenly all of his anger was gone.  Steve leaned out from the window as much as he could, standing on his tip toes to look down onto the person who was sitting by the wall of his cottage. He had wild, curly hair and bony hands which were picking on the petals of a flower. He was still whistling, completely unaware of the other god who was looking at him. Steve immediately recognized him as Apollo, the god of music and art, better known around here as Eddie Munson.

Steve sinked back down onto his heels for a moment to think. He wanted to go back to sleep, but now his heart was pounding fast in his chest. He understood that the god of beauty was Aphrodite, but oh dear. Steve always thought that Eddie was the most breathtaking person in the whole world, just as beautiful as his art. Steve was more than surprised that he was there, casually sitting there at his home without doing anything. And what did silly Steve did to get Eddie’s attention? He stood on his tip toes once again and reached down, so the tip of his fingers could touch the wild curls of Eddie’s. Steve just felt like he couldn’t talk, or at least he wouldn’t know how to and what to say someone as pretty as Eddie.  The god of art jumped a bit, dropping the flower from his hand and looked up. Well Steve wasn’t ready for such a quick reaction. His face got flushed within a minute as Eddie’s hazel eyes settled on him, and he couldn’t help but immediately step back from the window, tripping in his carpet and falling onto the ground with a big thud. 

A few moments passed by before a subtle cough which was coming from outside.

“Hey, Steve? Are you okay?” it was a funny sight as Eddie tried to reach up to the windowsill as much as he could so he could see Steve.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck.” he cursed under his nose, earning a little laugh from Eddie.

“Oh, I thought the god of love has a just as delicate personality as his ability. Seems like I was wrong.” Steve felt like he could pass out by now, just sitting there, trying to find out what to say. “Are you sure you’re fine?” 

“Okay, wait!” he finally gathered his strenght to stand up, stumbling in his own leg. “I’ll let you in!” as he said this out, his mind gave him an imaginary slap. Why is he doing this to himself?

The truth was that Steve was fond of Eddie for a long, long time now. They met almost every day in the capital of town, around the corner or in a grocery store. Basically they just always happened to meet somehow, someway. It was something about Eddie that made Steve feel all kind of wonderful things that he made his mortals feel. Something so delicate that he was scared to hold it in the palm of his hand, terrified he might damage it or even break it.  The gods liked to organize parties where everyone in town was invited and there, at each and every party, Eddie got so close to Steve. He didn’t even drink much, but his hand was constantly on Steve’s shoulder or waist, laughing and smiling at him all the time. And Steve was basically fighting for his life as a blushing mess, his stomach being filled with this tingling feeling that he felt when Eddie was around. Gosh, Steve was pretty sure he is slowly falling in love, but he never believed that Eddie would ever feel even a slightly similar feeling. But that never stopped Steve from wanting him. And this morning Eddie randomly showed up at his home and he had no idea why. All of the sleep went out from his eyes, his pulse was in the skies. He held the door knob for a few seconds before finally opening the door and yes, there was he. There was Eddie - Apollo - in all of his wonder and art, his beauty and tenderness. Steve felt like the ground was about to open under his feet and swallow him right there. He just couldn’t take off his curious irises off of him. He wanted to ask Eddie how does it feel to be this beautiful.

“Oh great lord, I’m so glad you didn’t break yourself, angel!” Eddie smiled with relief, leaving Steve speechless one more time. Steve was a god, a gorgeous and powerful god, but no one ever called him angel before.

“I told you I’m okay.” he answered, finally forcing himself to speak. “But how come that you’re here? I mean.. not that you bother me, I was just wondering.” and there goes the second imaginary slap. Steve was kneen on overexplaining things, but Eddie seemed unbothered and rather.. mesmerized? Is that the right word for a person who is staring at someone with a soft smile and sparkly eyes? Steve was pretty sure he could call it that. Eddie leaned against the doorway, his eyes never leaving Steve’s.

“Wanted to see you, Stevie.” he said, not wanting to hide the truth anymore. There was something new and strong lingering in Eddie, which filled up his mind with the thought of Steve and every beauty and treasure that Steve was. Eddie didn’t sleep a minute the night before - a not so great habit that the two of them share -, because his heart was so awake and loud. And now the proof of this all was shown in Eddie’s hickory eyes, and Steve felt his cheeks heating up. His lips parted, ready to say something, but Eddie was faster. “I missed you.” 

“Oh.” Steve felt a bit stupid after this not so smart answer, but Eddie just shook his head and reached his hand out, before quickly pulling it back, not so sure if he should touch Steve. “Eddie, are you.. are you serious?” this was like any of those scenarios Steve saw in front of himself at least a million times. The love confession happens and one of the people is blushing, the other is talking blah blah blah.. but right now? Right now Steve was in one of those cases, and he wasn’t even sure what was this all about. Eddie stepped into the cottage, Steve immediately backing up a bit, but staying as close as he could wihout actually touching. Eddie’s whole body was radiating something that made Steve shiver.

For a split second they were just standing there, without saying or doing anything. The silence was thick between them, feeling like a heavy weight. Steve bit the inside of his mouth, his hands shaking from how nervous he was. He took a deep breath, then held his voice back, so it could only come out as a soft whisper.

“You can touch me.” he said, so quiet and careful that others would have thought it was just the play of the wind, but Eddie has heard every melody ever, and he was convinced that Steve’s voice is the most beautiful of them all.

Eddie nodded a small. His right hand found its place on Steve waist while he gently placed his left hand on Steve’s rose colored cheek. Everything was so silent, you could hear every little breath that escaped. 

“Steve, look at me, darling.” Eddie spoke when Steve’s eyes started to wonder away from him. He was so fidgety, but he felt like he could jump around the house in happiness. Eddie’s hands were so gentle on his face and waist, he almost couldn’t believe it. His eyes were a bit foggy from the exhaustion, but now mostly because of how worried he was.

“Eddie..” he let his name slip out from between his carefully parted lips. “Do you really want me?” he wondered out loudly. “Not just because I have the ability to make people fall in love? I’m not doing that to you. I’m not forcing you.” Eddie placed his other hand on Steve’s face as well as the little tears showed up in the corner of his eye. He wasn’t about to cry, but he felt so many intense emotions in those moments. He has already had enough in the night and now all of this was just too much. He was scared.

“I chose to fall for you. I knew it might be a bit risky, but I did it anyways, because I want you, Steve. I really, really want you.” Eddie said, brushing over Steve’s soft skin, Eddie himself lifting his chin a bit and tilting his head, small smille on his lips. He felt good finally confessing everything “I long for you so badly, it aches from the core of my bones.” he spoke with lust, like a poem that was written on a rosé soaked paper with a pen that was running out of ink. “I have no doubt about the fears you have. I heard you, Steve. When you were drunk, rumbling to Robin about how lonely and unloved you felt. I heard you, darling.” Steve wanted to pull away, or hide his face, embarrassed at the memory, but Eddie didn’t let him. “That was the moment I decided I tell you everything. I’m so full with feelings for you, Eros.” every word was dropping onto the floor, lying there in the dust, echoing between the walls. The only thing that was on Steve’s mind right then, that Eddie loves him and he aches for him, just as much as Steve was aching for him. 

“I don’t know if you sure you want me.” Steve grabbed Eddie’s wrist, pushing him away a bit. “I have never been wanted.” he turned his head, letting a shadow of agony run across his face. There was something behind those words which Eddie could hear as clear as day. The truth was that Steve didn’t really believe he could be someone that anybody falls for. That he could be loved, held, cared about. When he realized he was falling for Eddie, he was scared, then a bit worried but as the time passed he accepted it, with the headstate of knowing he won’t ever love him back. But then with those soft touches, a little sparkle got lighten up in Steve’s chest, aroused with hope and light, but he wasn’t sure if he could let himself feel this.

“Such nonsense.” Eddie shook his head, finally beginning to understand Steve’s pain. “I pity those people who declined the love and chaos that you have in your heart, dear Eros. But I am more than willing now to fill the void, To show you, I want you.” he spoke confidently “If you don’t believe my words, let me show you.” Steve looked at him, eyes so glassy, he looked like he was crying without any tears.

“You talk like a poem.” Steve breathed out softly, carefully looking Eddie up and down. He wrapped his arms around himself, his face and waist still burning from Eddie’s fingertips. He wanted back the short minutes where he had his hands on him. “I-” he was working against himself, so unsure and scared of every word that was waiting to finally be given voice to. “I’m not forcing you..” he said eventually, earning a small giggle from Apollo.

“Steve, you’re so sweet.” he reached his hand out again, gently touching Steve’s forearm, before locking their fingers together, pulling Steve’s hand towards him and placing it on his chest. “They say an artist’s heart ever beats so fast when he sees art.” Eddie said, eyes steadily settled on Steve. “That can only mean one thing.” he leaned closer, the heat of his body hitting Steve again. “You are the art itself, angel.”

“I just thought I wasn’t good enough, because in all my life I was suffering, because of the thought of-”

This was the point where Eddie had enough.

He finally leaned in fully, pressing his lips slightly against Steve’s, shutting him up, finally. Steve quickly agreed to continue, accepting the loss of his speech (or more like his panic), and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck, pulling him there. He felt like he could taste the music notes from Eddie’s lips. Steve’s heart was racing like every instrument in an orchestra, never dropping from the high that took over it. He suddenly felt like a poet, a painter, a sculptor or any kind of artist who had ever made art, because for him, being in Eddie’s arms was art. True and pure, clean and strong. The next moment Eddie noticed the way Steve was desperately pressing himself up against him, looking from some friction, and the way Eddie’s shirt got up a bit, it made him to be able to feel his skin against his, as his own clothing got messy as well. Eddie had to gather all his strenght not to grin into the kiss, so instead he slipped his hand fully under Steve’s shirt, brushing over his hips and tummy, his lower back, along his spine. Steve was feeling lightheaded. He was panting, his chest raising and dropping quickly, almost completely falling apart between his lover’s arms. Yes, it was true. Eddie was Steve’s lover, as the art collapsed with love.

“I missed you, too.” Steve said between quick and wet kisses, his slips shiny from saliva. Eddie was always so subtle and restrained, since he was the god of every delicate art, but right now his mind was filled with passion and lustful thoughts. He bit on Steve’s bottom lip, softly pulling it from the top, then letting it go with a small ‘pop’. Steve whined, now noticably grinding against Eddie.

“Fuck, Stevie..” Eddie thickly swallowed, before kissing Steve again, leading him towards his sofa. He pushed him down and climbed into his lap. Steve threw his head back, exposing his flawless neck. Eddie didn’t even hesitate before pressing his warm lips there, kissing the skin gently at first. Then he got a bit more bold and bit on the sensitive spot there, marking it, sucking on it. The sound that came out from Steve now was a fully-on, proper moan. He didn’t hold back anything, and Eddie left out a breathy laugh. “You’re such a good boy for me, angel. Letting me know what gets you really turned up.” he said before sucking on the same spot again. Steve got a fist of Eddie’s hair into his hand, pulling on it, earning quiet whimpers from him. Steve was keep on going with the little ‘ah ah ah’ sounds as Eddie was still marking him, writing a novel there on a language only the two of them knew.

“Eddie..” Steve’s voice was barely above a whisper, especially if we compared it to his previous moans.

“Yes, darling?” Eddie leaned back a bit, sitting on Steve’s lap, looking down at him. “Tell me what you need.” he commanded, but he managed to keep his voice raspy and sweet, so it made Steve melt like honey.

“I want you to touch me. Touch me, please.” Steve tried to push his hips upwards, but Eddie sitting there made it difficult.

“You beg so prettily, Stevie.” Eddie stole a quick kiss from him. “How could I say no?” now his voice was smaller than before, thrill running up on his spine. He had been dreaming about properly touching Steve, without any shame or fear that he might do something wrong. But now Steve wanted it and he basically moaned this request. Eddie thought he might be dreaming.

He dropped onto his knees and Steve’s heart jumped into his throat. He sat farther up a bit, quickly pulling his pants down along with his underwear. He was so hard, he even felt a bit embarrased, but when he saw the way Eddie was looking at him, all of this feeling was gone. Eddie’s eyes were filled with hunger and lust, traicing with his eyes over Steve’s gorgegous body. If Steve wasn’t so desperate, Eddie would have spent hours on kissing his skin everywhere, marking it, so everyone in town can know, that the god of love finally found love himself. But well... Steve was desperate and unpatient. Eddie wrapped his hand around the base of Steve’s cock and Steve already felt like he could come just from that. He buckled his hips, his head poking Eddie’s slightly parted lips. The curly haired one giggled, looking up at Steve with his big doe eyes.

“C’mon..” Steve begged. “I want you Eddie, I want you now.” he led his fingers into the messy curls, tugging on them a bit. He noticed that Eddie liked it when he did this.

“Want me, angel?” Eddie poked his tongue out, making a few fast kitten licks which made Steve groan. He felt his cock throbbing so painfully in Eddie’s hand, he was already on the edge. Every inch of his body just wanted Eddie there, close and touching him. That was all he wanted.

“Yes, yes, yes..” Steve nodded eagerly, pushing his hips up once again. Eddie placed his free hand on Steve’s hip and pushed him into the couch.

“Don’t be bad, Stevie. I promise I will make this the best for you.” Eddie spoke, voice low. He was actually just as eager as Steve, he just knew how to hide it. “You trust me, angel?” Steve nodded again. “I need a verbal answer, baby.”

“Yes, yes, please. I trust you, Eddie.” Steve breathed out shakily, pre cum already running down onto his tummy just from those small and barely noticable moves Eddie made while talking.

“Good boy.” at this point Steve was pretty sure he liked it when Eddie praised him or called him good boy. It made his face maroon colored, and his pulse ran up.

Steve was always quite a loud person, but as Eddie swallowed his whole lenght into his warm mouth, he was seeing stars. He moaned out loudly, throwing his head back while eagerly gripping on Eddie’s soft curls. Steve knew every love connected feeling ever, he saw them being experienced in front of him both between gods and mortal people, but he never really had the chance to try out any. And now there was he, almost melting on the couch as Eddie was bobbing his head up and down, his delicate, brown doe eyes looking up at the beautiful man in front of him. Suddenly, all of the art he has seen in his life lost the meaning, because Steve was far more beautiful than any painting, statue or melody anyone ever made. 

“Are you close, Stevie?” he pulled back a bit, his lips puffy, red and shiny. Saliva was running down on his chin which he carefully wiped down with his sleeve. Steve looked at him, breath hitching as he did. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Eddie. So beautiful.” he breathed out, as he ran his finger along Eddie’s jaw. “Yes, yes I am close. So damn close.” he added, biting on his lips as Eddie tightened his grip on the base of his cock. “Please..”

“I’ll get you there, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” Eddie said before continuing teasing Steve with his tongue.

Steve felt a lot of things in those moments when he came. He felt like he could float simply by the feelings he had for Eddie, the feelings Eddie had for him. It was something mesmerizing, pure and safe. A feeling Steve could hold into any time. He needed a few moments to come down from his high, chest raising and falling quickly. He looked at Eddie again, who’s face was a mess, but gosh, he still looked as gorgeous as ever.

“Want me to.. help you?” Steve offered, looking at Eddie carefully. A grin was hiding in the corner of his mouth, since he noticed how Eddie was softly grinding against his scalf as he was getting Steve off.

“You’re so nice, angel. I don’t think I can say no to that offer.” he showed a cheeky grin, then got up and gave Steve a quick kiss, positioning himself on his lap again. “Can I grind on your thigh..?”

“Of course, pretty boy.” Steve placed his hands on Eddie’s hips, tightening his grip as Eddie moved a bit. “You’re so perfect, Eddie. So, so perfect.” Steve whispered as he kissed Eddie, helping him move his hips faster with his hands. Eddie was gripping Steve’s shoulders, hiding his face into his neck because suddenly he didn’t feel so confident anymore. He was just glad that Steve was there, he held him and took great care of him. It wasn’t just like with anyone else. This was Steve and Eddie loved Steve. He loved him so much.  Eddie’s hips moved in such perfect rythm with Steve’s leg, which he buckled ever so often, causing Eddie to throw his head back and moan out his name. No one ever played the musical notes on Eddie’s skin as good as Steve did. He rewrote a lot of them, creating melodies of desire and lust, every bone wrecking need the two of them had. Eddie finished while he was kissing Steve eagerly, letting him know that he wanted him, he wanted Steve more than anyone or anything.

As they both came down from their highs, Steve’s mind was clear again and he needed to become into terms with the realization that this wasn’t just his imagination playing tricks on him. Eddie was there in his lap, with a small smile on his lips and with so, so much love in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you.” Eddie said, cupping Steve’s flushed cheeks. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” Steve answered, eyes never leaving Eddie’s rose colored face.

“Hearing that from the god of love himself is flattering.” Eddie grinned, before kissing Steve again. 

This was the first time Steve really felt like he was in love. The first time he didn’t just make it up, it was real. And as he held Eddie in his arms, love didn’t seem so far away anymore.

[eddieslittlefreak]

No one can convince me that You’re On Your Own Kid isn’t Steve Harrington’s anthem.

“From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes”

From being a popular jock, who had the whole school in front of his feet to the a bit tired, domestic person. Who just wants to keep everyone safe, not even caring about his own safety, because he learned on his own skin what is it like when no one sticks up to you when you need it the most.

“I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this”

Yet some people still refuse to believe in him. That he changed for the better, that for years now he is facing everything that he tried to brush away. He’s doing his best just to survive.

 “I hosted parties and starved my body”

He hosted all the cool parties in high school, all the pretty chicks were there, everyone was just glad to be there with Steve The King Harrington in his gigantic house. But no one cared to asked why can he always do this? Where are his parents? 

“Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss”

He thought if someone dated him, he would feel appreciated. That everything would turn out to be okay, that’s why he was desperately trying to find someone, even just for a short period of time and this habit is still kinda stuck with him.  And when Nancy and him broke up, Steve felt even worse. Who is he at all? Why can’t he keep anyone around? Is he really that unstandable? 

“The jokes weren't funny, I took the money”

He got fed up with his shitty friends who took everything for granted from him. He felt miserable around them, but he thought they are his only choice. This was like that untill he met the kids, untill he became closer with Dustin.

“My friends from home don't know what to say”

When he started to change, isolating himself a bit and choosing different people, friends, his old friends were speechles. Is he gone mad? Tommy and Carol must be disappointed, right? Steve is hanging out with kids now, isn’t that so childish? No one knew what to say, but for the first time in years he felt like becoming alive again. Like his soul felt alive, and it wasn’t just his body moving around.

“I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away”

And even in the biggest madness, Steve started to notice the little changes. How he got a strong bond with Robin, how he spends a lot of time now with the kids, even with Nancy sometimes. He have this little found family. And then mostly: there is Eddie.  How this guy just randomly appeared out of blue in Steve’s life and made a change for the better. Now let’s be real, Steve would have never thought that he eventually settles with a boy, but with Eddie Steve doesn’t feel that pressure he felt in all his life, in all of his realitionships. He can just breathe out without grinding his teeth together, without worrying, while Eddie holds him, shows him all of the cool horror movies he likes and makes bad jokes along with a lot of DnD talk. He also likes the kids, just like Steve and he sometimes thinks that they are like their dads.  Steve starts to see things’ real value, even if it takes time and a lot of pain, he has nothing to be afraid of.  He knows: he isn’t alone anymore.

[eddieslittlefreak]

Eddie is the type of person who says “I can’t wait to kiss you next year” on the 31st of December at 11:59 pm.

And Steve is the type of person who rolls his eyes at this, but actually can’t wait to kiss this idiot wow.

[eddieslittlefreak]

I really like it about Steddie that they kind of just.. get the best out of each other.

So first of all.

As we know Eddie was bullied mostly in all his life, yet he never seemed to care and kept on being himself. But maybe those mean words gave him some small cuts and when it’s late at night and everything in silent, he thinks about all of those insults he got in school. He laughs at some, and some of them hurt him.

And this is where Steve comes to the picture.

Steve doesn’t want Eddie to be anyone else. He not just accepts everything of his, but he straight up loves everything that Eddie is. And also everything that Eddie loves. Seriously. If Eddie mentions something new that Steve didn’t hear from him before, he goes absolutely feral. Like Eddie says he thinks old coins have some strange value he can’t even explain and boom. Steve shows up to him with some old coins, because he didn’t settle untill he found some in his father’s drawer.  Steve also likes to listen to anything that Eddie talks about. Maybe sometimes he doesn’t really understand what is going on, but he still stares at Eddie with those shiny, curious eyes of his and it actually makes Eddie feel like he cares. That Steve is interested in anything that Eddie has to say.

And when it’s late at night, nothing is silent anymore.

Steve has this habit, that when he feels safe with someone, he laughs and talks louder, because he knows - or hopes - that they won’t tell him to shut up. Eddie never does. He goes along with Steve’s bad jokes and always shit talks with him about anyone, even about people who he doesn’t know. Eddie shows Steve some of his music which turns out to actually match Steve’s taste. Well, he doesn’t know any of the artists, but he really likes the songs. He also really really adores to watch Eddie getting lost in the current song, just humming to himself while doing something else. Steve has trouble looking away from him even for a moment.

And when the clock shows that it’s 2am, Eddie knows that around this time his stomach is usually in a knot and he can’t shut his thoughts down. But nowdays, everything is much more different.  Most of the nights he has this beautiful boy lying on his chest, hugging his torso. Even when Steve falls asleep, Eddie stays up a bit more, just running his fingers through on Steve’s hair and smiling to himself. The ticking of the clock isn’t a sign of another night spent staying up in fear anymore.

And then there’s Steve.

He is clear with the fact that he wasn’t exactly a good person in the past, and this haunts him every day. He hopes he still have time to correct those mistakes. He have grown as a person in the last few years, but there is still more to go. We can say that sometimes he forces himself to change, because he is desperate.

Eddie calms him down.

When Steve is with Eddie, everything is okay. Usually when Steve meets someone new, they expect him to change after they get to know him. Most of the time it’s like that, but with Eddie it’s nothing even close to that feeling. Eddie doesn’t want him to change. He understands that there are things Steve would like to work on and he is there to help and support. He doesn’t want Steve to lock away any of these bad things. Just like Eddie doesn’t want Steve to cover any parts of his past. He knows Steve has been hurt and used multiple times before and he is terrified of Eddie leaving him. Here’s the thing; Eddie isn’t stressing about it, because he have decided to prove Steve that he will stay. That he will spend his life with him and do every single thing Steve ever wanted to try.  For a small start. Steve never had breakfast at the table in the morning, because most of the time he was alone, his parents nowhere near or in a rush. This is the first thing Eddie does. Once when Steve sleeps in his trailer, he wakes up earlier and makes some breakfast and puts it on the kitchen counter. When Steve stumbles out, his eyes still half closed, hair messy, and only wearing one of Eddie’s band shirts along with his boxers, he becomes speechless. Eddie just smiles, then walks up to him and presses a kiss on his boy’s lips, and honestly? He feels like a proud housewife. Steve is keep on asking “is this for me? will you stay and eat this with me?”. Eddie is nodding like crazy, the smile never leaving his face. He is happier than ever, because he can give Steve something he never got to experience before. And this is just the first little step towards all of those things they can try and do together. 

No one can argue with me that they are meant to be.