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stranger things as memes requested by patreon members part 2 (part 1)

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STEVE HARRINGTON IS A LOVER AND SO I PROPOSE:

Him crushing so hard on Eddie. Just head over heels kind of crushing. And Eddie's teasing him and lightly jabbing at him and being his usual sarcastic, nerdy, charming (in that unintentional way) self. So Steve just grabs Eddie by the face—mid-conversation by the way—and peppers Eddie's forehead, cheeks, and nose with little pecks.

He pulls back and has this embarrassed, overwhelmed blush on his face. There's hearts in his eyes. And he can't stop himself from smiling, so he's trying to close his lips around his teeth, but he can't!! Because he's grinning too big!!! Because he's in love!!!

And he pulls his hands away and they're shaking a little because he's so nervous and jittery and—again—IN LOVE!! So he starts fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket or plucking the fabric of his shirt or running his fingers through his hair.

And then Eddie grabbing him back just as fiercely, but giving him a big smooch on the lips instead!

Steve is just literal jello at that point. Completely weak in the knees, ends up needing to grab on Eddie's elbows or shoulders for support. He's giggling through the kiss and he won't close his eyes because he wants to see Eddie's face and he's so overwhelmed with love in his heart. He's warm all over and he can't stop giggling and he's trying to catch his breath, but it's almost impossible. And, y'know what, he'd probably start stimming honestly—like rocking up on his toes or scrunching his fingers in Eddie's shirt or continuing to huff little laughs or something.

HE IS JUST EXPERIENCING SO MUCH LOVE AND PASSION THAT HE HAS TO GET IT OUT!!! Cuteness aggression! Steve has cuteness aggression! He's a little lovebug! He's wearing his heart on his sleeve! He gets an upset stomach if he feels like he's about to be rejected! He literally can't calm down or be normal if somebody reciprocates his feelings! He's like a high energy dog that needs to take a run around the park before he can get anything done!

He is always up for a kiss. He's a touchy guy—petting his hand down his partner's back or lifting them in the air or dancing with them or walking arm in arm with them or hand holding or piggy-backing or cuddling on the couch or or or

Steve would be such lover boy and Eddie needs to be hit with the force of his love! Steve's a sun-powered laser beam of love and he is charged up!

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Make a Wish

a follow up to these breeding kink ficlets

steddie, mpreg, wish pussy, wish baby, mdni🔞

Steve knows it’s stupid, that birthday wishes don’t come true. Not when he wished for a puppy on his 8th birthday so he would always have someone to hug, not when he wished for his dad to make it to one basketball game his freshman year, and definitely not now with this impossible wish.

But Robin said he should wish for what he really wants, that all the near-death experiences mean the universe owes them, like karmically. And Dustin made him a cake, counted out the candles, promised they weren’t going to reignite and ruin his wish.

His life is a mess, so different from where he thought he’s be, but he’s happier, too. There’s just one thing that would make him even happier. One insane, impossible, incredible thing that his newly 19-year-old heart wants more than anything.

Steve stares down the candles, flickering yellow flames and drips of pastel blue wax. He takes a deep breath, filling his swimmer’s lung capacity until his chest aches, and blows. He makes sure he gets every single candle as he thinks:

I wish I could have Eddie Munson’s baby.

Watching the smoke rise from the wicks, Steve smiles as Robin says, “I hope it comes true.”

“Yeah!” Dustin agrees, already picking the candles from the cake, before completely changing gears. “You’re still able to pick me up after Hellfire tomorrow?”

“What else would I be doing?” Steve answers with a roll of his eyes. Of course Dustin idolizes Eddie, is friends with Eddie, and being Dustin’s ride has put him more in Eddie Munson’s orbit than he ever was at Hawkins High. Steve has a whole routine now: work his dayshift at Family Video, take his fifteen during the last 30 minutes in the staff bathroom, jerk off to fantasies of Eddie eating him out, then drive to pick up Dustin all loose-limbed, waiting for his chance to catch Eddie’s eye.

He never does anything more than nod, a tiny gesture of thanks for looking out for the boy who has become his brother, and Eddie will nod back, that shared understanding. One time Dustin even said he should talk to him, that they were both so cool and should be friends. Steve brushed him off, too afraid of it backfiring… Of Eddie deciding Steve was a normie loser and telling him to fuck off.

It’s easier to dream of what he wants, to have his little fantasies. That’s all the wish really was anyway.

🎂🎂🎂

That night, Steve has one of his usual pregnancy dreams, the kind where he’s just got a bit of a bump and Eddie makes love to him with a hand cradling his belly, holding their baby. He wakes up sticky, underwear full of cum, still half-hard with an ache at his taint. Steve wishes he had time to finger himself, to relieve a bit of his need to be full, but he can’t.

Instead, he showers and dresses, tosses his work vest in the passenger seat, and drives in for his lonely, dull dayshift. It isn’t a deal day, so he’ll be surprised if anyone comes in before noon.

So, he obviously startles when the bell over the door jingles at 10:30.

Then his heart just about stops as Eddie Munson swaggers in and says, “Hey, Harrington,” like it isn’t the first time he’s ever directly spoken to Steve.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Steve says, losing control of his mouth.

Eddie tilts his head to the side, like a confused puppy, even though his eyes say he’s very sure of himself. “I’m skipping Trig, can ya blame me?”

“No,” Steve says with a nod of understanding. “But why are you here? I can think of about a hundred better places to be while cutting cl-”

“I’m here for you, Steve.”

“What? Why?”

Eddie shrugs, lazy smile on his lips. “Henderson said it was your birthday-”

“Yesterday.”

“And I figure you deserve a little something special to celebrate,” he says, pulling a zip top bag from his pocket to show off the pair pre-rolls inside and waving it in front of Steve’s face.

“Can’t, man. Not while I’m at work. Keith will just… Know.”

“Keith needs to get over himself.” Eddie returns the baggie of joints to his pocket, and leans across the counter. “But I getcha. You could swing by my place for them after you drop Dustin at home. Maybe hang out a bit.” He grins up at Steve, a glint in his eye that feels like flirting.

Steve swallows, feels that tightness in his balls, clenches his asshole. Their faces are so close together; it would be so easy to lean in and press their mouths together. To finally taste the plush lips that live 24/7 in his brain.

He doesn’t. But he nods and says, “Okay. Yeah, tonight.”

“See you then, hot stuff.” Eddie pushes himself back to standing and leaves with a salute.

Steve watches him through the windows, until Eddie climbs into his van and drives away. Then he switches the sign to closed and takes his 15, needing to jerk off right that minute.

🎂🎂🎂

Steve can’t believe he’s knocking on Eddie’s door all these hours later.

He’d floated through the rest of the day in a daze, Robin throwing multiple crumpled up receipts at his head once her shift started, as Steve was spending more time in his daydreams than in the real world. Driving was enough of a thing to focus on to keep him present, and then the anticipation as he parked.

He’s of half a mind to turn around, even after rapping his knuckles against the door, because what even is this? Steve’s been pining for YEARS and he makes a stupid wish on his birthday candles and suddenly the object of all his secret desires wants to hang? It makes no sense.

But if this is the thing that gets him closer to Eddie, he has to take it.

And he’s still pretty sure Eddie was flirting with him this morning…

“Hey, come on in,” Eddie says, a little breathless as he opens the door. He’s got a different shirt on now than he had when Steve saw him in the parking lot twenty minutes ago, like he needed to freshen up for him. Eddie touches Steve’s shoulder, guides him inside, and Steve is pretty sure every one of his nerve endings is on high alert. He wants so badly to lean into the touch, and after a second’s hesitation, he does.

Eddie takes that as permission to squeeze before releasing Steve and sending him to sit on the couch. “Make yourself at home.” The joints are already waiting on the little coffee table.

“Thanks,” Steve says with his most charming smile, as he plucks up one of the joints and places it between his lips. He’s about to dig his own lighter from his pocket when Eddie takes a handful of steps to cross the room, offering a light. “Thanks,” Steve says again, softer this time as he leans forward and waits for the tip to catch.

He leans back to take a drag, dares to glance up as he exhales the smoke from his lungs. Eddie’s mouth is hanging open as he stares down at Steve. “What?” Steve asks, holding to joint out to him. “Something on my face?”

Eddie shakes his head emphatically and takes the joint, inhaling deeply, talking through his exhale, a grumbled, “I was gonna be cool,” only to choke on the smoke. Decidedly uncool of him.

Not that Steve cares in the slightest. “I’m not worth being cool for,” he murmurs.

“Don’t say that.” Eddie rubs at his watering eyes. “Henderson basically worships the ground you walk on, you always make time for him and Sinclair, and Buckley is-” He cuts himself short, like he has more to say—more he knows—but he knows he shouldn’t. “I’m just saying, you’re a good dude, and you’re so-”

“What?” Steve stands, taking the joint back and leaning into Eddie’s space, hoping beyond hope that he’s reading the situation right.

“Beautiful,” Eddie breathes, eyes darting between Steve’s eyes and his lips before squeezing them shut, like he’s preparing for a punch.

Lifting a hand, Steve cups Eddie’s cheek, feels the stubble beneath his palm, and closes his eyes as he brings their mouths together.

The kiss is slow to start, but soon enough Eddie is kissing him back with abandon. Both his hands cradle Steve’s face, guiding him to sit, the joint carefully abandoned in an ashtray. Once Eddie has joined him on the couch, Steve takes charge again, climbing into his lap and grinding down against him.

They’re both hard, Eddie moaning into Steve’s mouth, a whining sound, pleading without words. Eddie is the one to break first, taking huge, gasping breaths as he stares up at Steve in awe. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Steve whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What else do you want, Steve?”

“Just you,” he says, leaning down for another greedy kiss and rutting their clothed dicks together. “God, Eddie, want you to fuck me.”

“I’m dreaming. This can’t be real. You can’t be real.” Eddie traces a thumb over Steve’s cheek and down to his lips.

“I’m real, and I really want you.” Steve catches Eddie’s hand, and brings it down to press against his crotch. “I’m hard for you. Only for you.”

“Steve…” He sounds unsure, but Eddie’s fingers are on Steve’s fly, popping the button, pulling down the zipper.

“Touch me, Eddie.”

“Steve…” This time he says his name like a prayer, his fingers slipping inside Steve’s jeans, under the waistband of his underwear. His knuckles brush against Steve’s dick and they both shiver. “Something about you speaks to my- to my soul. Something in the back of my mind.” He swallows hard, and Steve guides his hand to grip his shaft.

Neither of them needs much to climax now, but it isn’t what Steve wants. “Take me to bed, Eddie,” he murmurs. “Strip me down and fill me up. I want you to fuck me, make me feel you everywhere.”

Eddie doesn’t need to be asked again. Together, they fumble and stumble, awkward as they rush down the hall to Eddie’s room. They continue to rush, helping each other from their clothes, two young men panting for air as hungry eyes rove over naked bodies. Steve plops down on the bed, putting himself eye to eye with Eddie’s leaking cock.

He looks up, asking for permission with a glance, and when Eddie gives it, he delicately kisses the head and takes it into his mouth. Just the warmth of his mouth, the wetness, is enough to make Eddie jerk forward, but Steve is careful and moves with him, hand around the shaft. “Too much?” he asks when he pulls off.

“If you’re serious about me fucking you,” Eddie says, his dark eyes nearly black with wanting.

Steve is quick to nod, knows it will be easier on his stomach so Eddie has better access, and he turns, leaning heavily onto the mattress, feet on the floor.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans, “Beautiful like this, too.” Then he laughs when Steve wiggles his ass as seductively as he can manage, and pets a hand over his flank. “I’m coming, sweetheart, just gotta grab a rubber.”

“No, don’t.”

“Steve?”

“I want to feel everything. Please.” Steve can feel hot tears clinging to his lashes, and hopes Eddie doesn’t notice. “Want you to come inside me.”

“Okay,” Eddie agrees, voice small. “Still need lube, okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve answers shakily. He needs to be wet for Eddie, wants it to feel good for them both, and the ache in his taint is back. The need makes him clench, feels like his entire crotch is squeezing—

A hand caresses his right asscheck. “You sure about this?” Eddie asks softly.

Steve unclenches. “Yes. Want you so bad it hurts.”

The hand moves, thumb sliding between his cheeks and moving one to the side, exposing his hole and—

Eddie’s breath catches, thumb sliding lower, skirting past his asshole and down to press on Steve’s taint.

It gives.

New wetness is exposed to the air as Eddie’s thumb pushes into him. “Steve?”

“Oh my god…”

“Steve… You’ve got a pussy behind your balls.”

“What?” he gasps, clenching again, feeling the muscles grip Eddie’s thumb. “No, I…” He shifts, takes more of Eddie’s thumb inside him. “It came true.”

This time, it’s Eddie’s turn to ask, “What?” all breathy and light.

“I wished for this.”

“You wished for a pussy?”

Steve nods, strains to look over his shoulder, to meet Eddie’s eyes. “So you could fuck me the way I want.”

Something flashes between them, a frisson making the air thick as Eddie withdraws from the warm clutch of Steve’s inexplicable new pussy. He helps Steve to stand, turns him in his arms, and kisses him so gently, like he’s made of porcelain. “Tell me what you really want, Steve.”

“A baby. Your baby.” Eddie kisses him again, nips at his lower lip before letting Steve continue. “I want you to fill me with your cum, want it to catch. I want to hold your hand over my belly so you can feel her kick.”

“Her?”

“Or him. As long as it’s yours and you hold me and lo-” Steve chokes on the last words, tears streaming down his face that Eddie is trying to kiss away.

“Why me?” Eddie asks softly.

“It’s like you said, something in you speaks to my soul, too. You’re handsome and you care so much about everything. You look out for the little guy.” He raises his head, looks directly into Eddie’s eyes as he finishes, “You have a big heart; I hope it can handle me when I’m too much.”

“No such thing as too much of you, sweetheart.”

The kiss after that is slow and sweet, and wet from too many tears. Eventually, it grows heated again, and Eddie lays Steve down on his back, fingers sinking into his pussy and stretching him open. Steve uses one hand to lift his balls out of the way, the other slides into Eddie’s curls, holding him as Eddie’s cock breaches his entrance.

After that it all moves so fast, Eddie comings with a grunt, filling Steve with waves of heat on his final thrusts. Steve wraps his long legs around Eddie’s waist, keeping him inside as long as possible, long enough for Eddie to get hard again, to come again. They fall asleep tangled up in one another, saving their further confessions for the morning.

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Steve and Eddie talk—after Steve calls Robin to report that the most amazing thing happened, but that he’s going to need her help figuring some things out—both a little embarrassed, but pleased to know they both want the same things. It doesn’t take long to decide they’re in this together, and they celebrate with a little cunnilingus, Steve coming and squirting at the same time.

With how much sex they have after that, it comes as no surprise when Steve is suddenly nauseated most days. He’s not sure the at-home test will work for him, but they still try, using the little beakers and double checking the positive result.

Steve cries in Eddie’s arms.

Their wish came true.

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Another story of people not knowing Steve is bisexual.

Since he asked Eddie to be his boyfriend at a party game night, Eddie took it as a joke and accepted. He made a grand ordeal of it too, jumping on the table and dramatic gestures.

He even declared his true love shall catch him and fell off the table and fell off into Steve who struggled, but did manage to catch him. If Steve fell on the floor doing it, it’s nobody’s business.

Steve is like “omg my first boyfriend!” And since Robin was there, he assumes she knows.

Little does poor Steve know, everyone thought he was joking. Except El because she’s El and Will.

El and Will are both bewildered as to why the boys weren’t being nosy like they expected them too. But, they don’t figure out that nobody else knows either because everyone else is like “Yea, Steve and Eddie are totally Dating”.

El and Will begin to pester Steve because they love him and he’s the first queer relationship they’ve seen. It’s not like anyone else will tell them anything.

Steve absolutely regales them with every date (which Eddie thought were just hang outs) and what a great choice it was to ask Eddie out.

Steve and Eddie get high together one night and Eddie looks so relaxed and cute that he just has to kiss him.

So he does and, of course since Eddie is his boyfriend, Eddie kisses back. They make out that night and curl up together and then fall asleep.

When Steve wakes up, the bed is empty and cold where Eddie was.

He gets up, assuming Eddie just left to get food, but Eddie is pacing in the kitchen.

“Hey, Teddy, What’s wrong?” Steve tries to get close and hug him, but Eddie shrugs him off.

“I can’t do this with you right now. I need some time to think and I think you should leave. I need a break from you.” Eddie tugs at his hair, not nervous, but stressed.

Steve hears ‘break’ and almost starts crying. He sniffles, eyes getting watery, and Steve just lets out a cracked “okay.” Before grabbing his stuff and bolting out of the house.

By the time he gets in the car, he’s in full out tears.

It’s like Nancy all over again! He just knows that Eddie means to break up with him, nobody goes on a ‘break’ other than to soft launch the ‘break up’.

He thought he was such a good boyfriend to Eddie, he went to all his shows, he brought him home cooked meals, and made sure he knew Steve appreciated him. Steve had started listening to metal for him despite his crushing migraines.

Steve barely makes it home through the warping effect of the tears in his eyes.

He calls out of work for the week to mope because Eddie was his first boyfriend and he really saw a future with him.

On the second day, Will overhears Eddie talking about Steve to Robin and how he “couldn’t be around him.” Will immediately puts together Steve’s absence and sudden ‘flu’.

Will runs back to El and they hop on Will’s bike and go to Steve’s.

When they get there, Steve is still red eyed and teary. His pitiful two month relationship was over and he had been crying over losing Eddie.

Will and El immediately harass him into telling them what happened over some ice cream they extracted from the freezer. Steve tactfully leaves out the weed detail, but otherwise sticks to the story.

El is incredibly mad by the end. Stuff has started levitating half an inch and she questions Steve “why would he do that?”

Steve can’t hold it in anymore and just starts crying again.

“I don’t know.” He croaks out.

Will is patting Steve’s back and El is probably planning a murder.

By the time Steve has calmed down, his phone is ringing and it’s the party looking for El and Will. He offers to drive them back, but the kids insist they bike back.

When El comes in, it is evident she has only gotten more enraged over the entire drive home. The second her eyes fall on Eddie, everything starts shaking angrily.

Eddie on the other hand, does not know El very well and is borderline pissing himself at her rage.

Instead of the flying plates and psychic violence, El starts to cry.

“Why would you do that?” El cries out, tears filling her eyes. She begins to sob and Eddie still has no idea what she’s talking about.

“What do you mean?” Eddie looks halfway between trying to calm her and bolting the other direction.

“Why would you do that to Steve? He really likes you!” Her voice cracks and gets strained at some points, it nearly sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

Eddie is completely not ready to discuss his queer make-out sesh with a child in front of the entire party. Luckily, the Wheeler parents were out and not there to hear it.

“He’s your boyfriend! Why would you break up with him like that?” Eddie lets out a soft understanding laugh.

“El, me and Steve aren’t actually dating, that’s just a joke.” Eddie says soothingly.

“He asked you out in-front of everyone! I was there!” El yelled at Eddie, Will finally beginning to approach his angry sister.

“That was a joke!” Eddie laughs out.

“Did Steve know that?” Will finally pipes up and Eddie’s blood goes cold.

“O-of course, he did!” Eddie feebly attempts to justify. His voice was stringy in a way that showed Eddie didn’t believe himself.

Will just shakes his head at Eddie with sad eyes.

“He thinks you guys have been dating for the past 2 months. El and I thought you were dating for the past two months.” Will says slowly, punctuating his every word carefully.

“That’s why he stopped dating, isn’t it?” Robin pipes up, sounding a little hollow at her failure to notice.

Nobody answers her.

Pt 2 if you ask nicely, or meanly I don’t really care.

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Based on this post by @jadewritesficshere

Steve looked at himself in the mirror from all angles. Maybe, even just a year ago, he might have squashed all of this down and pretended he was just like any other All American white boy in a Midwest state. Except a year ago he still carried the baggage of his failures and was trying to be someone he was not.

And then Robin Buckley, with her ‘You Rule, You Suck’ board, entered his life.

Now, he was able to fully appreciate how much he had never been able to get Eddie “the Freak” Munson out of his head. He might have played it off had this situation never arose, might have been able to keep his lies to himself secret, but…well. It was a good thing Vickie’s locker had been right next to Eddie’s.

Admittedly, he did feel a little guilty about using the lip gloss that Nancy had left at his place, but then she had let him borrow some before back when he worked at Scoops, so really…was it that bad?

He just hoped that Eddie liked the taste of strawberries.

If Steve was lucky enough to find out.

So here he was, fifteen minutes early, waiting to meet Eddie in the band room after school. He’d never been here, obviously, but he’d managed to sneak into the place Robin and Vickie frequented quite often. Luckily there were no other band geeks hoping to use the free time to practice their instruments…or their instruments—he never realized how fucking horny band geeks were before Robin spilled all that gossip. He should have cast his net wider in high school.

Anyways, Steve got himself ready, trying to pose himself perfectly against an abandoned desk, legs crossed at the ankles as he leaned back on his hands to push out his tits, or whatever guys had, accentuating the thickness of his thighs as well. He’s got this.

And then the handle was turning and there’s Eddie, glancing behind him to obviously make certain he wasn’t being followed and no one is paying attention to him—he must know that the room is used for more than just music practice too—before finally turning to face his supposed secret admirer as he closed the door.

Only to freeze when he caught sight of Steve, face draining of color. Steve was across the room in an instant, hand keeping the door shut where Eddie had turned and immediately tried to open it again, leaning into Eddie’s space with a small smirk.

“What’s the rush, Munson?” he murmured in a tone he hadn’t had to use in a while, letting his eyes drag over the dumb Dungeons & Dipshits club shirt Steve couldn’t wait to get his hands under. His eyes drifted lower, thinking of other things he’d like to get under. When his eyes finally made their way back up to Eddie’s face, the dude’s face was tinged pink.

“Ha-Harrington,” Eddie said with a small stutter, eyes darting frantically to the hand keeping the door closed. The metalhead cleared his throat, stiffening his spine as he seemed to gather himself, though he crossed his arms defensively across his chest. “Is this some sort of sick joke? Got you buddies hiding around here somewhere waiting to jump me?”

Steve softly snorted. “While I’ve had a threesome before, I’m not really interested in a gangbang. Besides, darling, I’m not super keen on sharing,” he purred, reaching out with his free hand to lightly brush through the curly hair at Eddie’s shoulder, twirling a strand with a smile.

To his credit, Eddie didn’t flinch, though he did frown severely. Even still, his eyes dropped to Steve’s lips for the briefest moment, which Steve took as a win. “What the hell, Harrington?”

Steve chuckled, moving to lean his shoulder against the door instead, since it allowed him to pop his ass out a bit. “You got my note, didn’t you?” A little fib since it wasn’t technically his note that Robin had accidentally slipped into Eddie’s locker, but whatever. “I wanna take you out on a date. Right now, if you’d let me.”

Eddie blinked at Steve like he couldn’t believe what was in front of him. “I know I have hair like Wheeler, but you do know I’m a dude, right? I have a dick.”

“You’re a musician, yeah?” Steve said, ignoring that for a moment to lean in closer, trailing the hand from Eddie’s hair down his arm. “Then I bet you’re really good with your hands.” He let his eyes drop to them meaningfully. “I bet those fingers can reach all sorts of places. Bet you know how to get the best sounds with them.”

When Steve looked back into Eddie’s face, it was flushed a bright pink this time, his mouth dropped open slightly in shock. Steve took the opportunity to press his fingers under that sharp jaw to close it with a soft click.

“Bet you’re talented with that mouth too.” And, okay, normally he wouldn’t be quite so forward with a girl, but Eddie wasn’t a girl. Things were a little different here. He had a feeling Eddie would appreciate the direct approach too. “You know, I’ve done a bit of singing myself. I’d love to show you my talent as well.”

Eddie let out a huff of breathless laugh of disbelief as he took several steps back into the room, holding his hands up. “I don’t know who put you up to this, man, but—”

“No one put me up to it,” Steve interrupted. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since high school and I would be the idiot of the century if I didn’t ask such a pretty boy like you out on a date.”

“No one thinks I’m pretty, Steve,” Eddie said with another nervous laugh, grabbing his hair to cover his mouth in embarrassment.

“Then everyone else has to be the idiot. You’re gorgeous, Eddie.” Steve let his gaze drop again, taking in all of Eddie’s lithe form. “You’re hot as fuck and I should have asked you out on a date years ago. Sorry I don’t have flowers with me, but if you let me take you on a date, I’ll buy you whatever flower you want.”

“D-dude, what even makes you think that I’m…you know,” Eddie said, eyes darting around as though searching for another escape route.

“Because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have checked out my ass back in high school.” Eddie looked terrified again, which wasn’t Steve’s intention. He was supposed to be charming for Pete’s sake…whoever Pete was. He stepped forward, holding his hands out to show that he was without malice. “I promise I don’t mean any harm, Eddie.”

“No? Former Keg King and head cock of the roost Steve Harrington just asked Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson to an empty classroom to ask him on a date? Am I really supposed to believe that?” Eddie scoffed, arms once more wrapping around himself.

“I checked you out too, you know,” Steve murmured. “I think I did even before I realized that guys could be an option.” He licked his lips, tasting that hint of strawberry, but it had the desired effect of snapping Eddie’s gaze to them again as well.

“What, you wanna get dicked down by the king freak?” Eddie lightly sneered. “Really fell that far, Stevie?”

“What can I say, you’re easy to fall for,” Steve said with a wink, slinking his way slowly closer. That seemed to shut Eddie up, his face turning that lovely shade of dusty pink again. “But if you need me to fall further…”

Steve smirked as he dropped to his knees in front of Eddie, who gulped thickly enough that it was audible. He reached out to grab Eddie’s fingers, bringing them to his lips as he looked up at the older boy through his lashes.

“Because I am more than willing to worship Hawkins High’s one true king,” he whispered, pulling out all the stops as he brushed his lips over Eddie’s knuckles in a soft kiss. He had a feeling that a theatrical man like Eddie would appreciate some theatrics himself.

And appreciate it Eddie seemed to do, judging by the first honest look of awe on his face as he stared down at Steve. Like he was maybe starting to realize that Steve meant everything he was saying. Eddie drew in a deep, shuddering breath, before releasing it with a small smirk of his own.

“Is that so? And what does that make you, Steve? My dashing knight, ready to obey my every command?” Eddie murmured, turning his fingers in Steve’s hold to slip under Steve’s chin, his thumb brushing just under his glossy bottom lip.

Steve shivered at the touch. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Eddie, if it gives me the honor of taking you out on a date.”

“Well,” Eddie breathed. “You do look good on your knees.” He leaned in, bending down to bring his lips to Steve’s ear, his hair curtaining around them. “Do you look just as good on your back?” he whispered.

Steve grinned, bringing his other hand up to hold on to Eddie’s hip. “I guess you’ll just have to find out, Munson,” he murmured back. “So what do you say? Go on a date with me? I promise to treat you good. And then you can treat me very, very bad.”

Eddie flushed again, but he was smiling as he pulled back enough to look down at Steve. “That a promise, Sir Harrington?”

“Wanna seal it with a kiss?” Steve grinned.

It turned out, Eddie did like the taste of strawberries.

Later, when he learned the truth about the note mishap, Eddie laughed so hard he cried, but he didn’t waste any time in thanking Robin for her little blunder. After all, without it, he never would have gotten his first (and hopefully last) official boyfriend.

Who did, in fact, look entirely too good on his back.

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*holding you close as you bleed out*

Yeah man... it was a good bit... it was a really good bit... really funny....

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O5: Mutual Resentment

CW: Steve and Eddie sweetness. My first little Steddie blurb! I've been dreaming of this for two whole-ass gardening seasons, thank you @corrodedcoffinfest for giving me a way to finally write it!

Oh. Eddie's a perv. The end.

WC: 2.7K

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Tags: Alternate universe, Gardener!Steve, Influencer!Steve, Rockstar!Eddie, Supportive!Husband!Eddie

Rating: T

Summary: Steve has a hard time finding joy in a once-beloved hobby. Eddie enlists his help.

Steve’s phone clatters against the countertop, the hand that once held the offending technology is now fisted in his hair.  The promise of a headache looms behind his eyes, one he knows he doesn’t deserve.

Another four hundred followers lost.

Why?

He grunts, gruff and severe like that’ll chase away the disappointment.  Like that’ll be a balm to soothe the ache, to remind him that he shouldn’t care so goddamn much about followers to begin with.

But he does.  Damn it, he really does.

Especially now that he has sponsors.  Has had sponsors for the better part of two gardening seasons after his TikTok blew up the year he and Eddie bought their place out in the country.  He went viral that spring, posting tutorials on how to make a Pinterest-worthy garden ready to plant come May.

If you’re in Zone 6 like he is, anyway.

And yeah, he’ll admit, half the reason he probably got so popular is that a lot of his how-tos were shirtless.  But that was all Eddie’s idea – something about how millennial moms were all in their gardening era and not a single one of them would mind seeing Steve (and his manly patch of chest hair) shirtless as he slung dirt and mulch around the homemade raised beds he’d just constructed.

Steve didn’t love the idea, but he can admit when Eddie’s right.

Boy, was he ever right.

3.2 million followers later, the offers started rolling in.  Steve could name them, those very well-known companies – but he won’t.  What’s important is that they’re all the same – all vying for screen time, all wanting Steve to use their products in his videos (that are quite the thirst trap, thanks to Robin and Eddie’s constant encouragement).  

And for a while, it was good.  Great, even.  His garden never looked better and his harvests were really something to be proud of.  He met a lot of folks in the gardening game who shared tips and tricks and gave Steve some new goals to strive for each and every planting season.  

It was really, really fun for him… until it wasn’t.

Until the demands from sponsors started pouring in.

More and more and more, making Steve cringe every time he opened his email.

Until it became more transactional than a peaceful hobby.  Something he had to do instead of something he wanted to do.  

And now he’s spiraling.  He hasn’t put out a video in weeks, and it’s the height of transplanting his seedlings from indoors to his outdoor beds.  He knows this – did a video on this a month ago, in fact – the one that was so obviously an ad for a very well-known packaged soil company that he lost almost a thousand followers.

The comments were fucking brutal.

Lame.  Wish you didn’t sell out.  

You utter disappointment.  Unfollow.  

Slut for the money, clearly

Unfollowing immediately, I don’t need another gardener selling me shit.

Well this sucks, thought you were one of the good ones.

Why does everything have to be about money with these influencers?  

WHERE DID THE CHEST HAIR GO???

Unsurprisingly, lamenting the loss of Steve’s chest hair (or videos that showcased it, anyway) was the top comment, and the ones spurred on by it even more depressing.  He can’t bring himself to make another video, not with his head so mucked up with shame of doing exactly what those comments said he was doing –

Selling out.

Blaming it on his sponsors was one thing.  He could, if he really wanted to.  They made it sound so nice.  So easy.  With the way he was churning out content, one video in twenty was all he really needed to meet their standards.  They’d be happy, Steve would be happy, and on top of that, he’d get paid.  Help Eddie cover expenses for once and not rely on his husband’s income like he’d been doing for so long now.

Not that Eddie minded.  Steve knows that, but… there’s just something about being able to contribute.  To have his own success and reap the benefits.  And to have fresh produce to boot.

It is pretty satisfying to see his rockstar husband eat fresh vegetables.  Willingly.  To rant and rave about Steve’s pepper jelly as he slathers it over pork chops.  To hoard jar after jar of Steve’s salsa in ever-rotating hiding places, especially when Gareth comes over.  

Fucker can sniff it out like he’s a goddamn bloodhound.  

But even canning has lost its luster, and it’s all due to the unforeseen demands that all these companies are making.  He’s tired and upset and he… just doesn’t want to do this anymore.

And it breaks Eddie’s heart.

Which is precisely why Eddie hefts himself off the couch, tossing his composition notebook on the coffee table and turns all of his attention to his husband who still has his head buried in his hands.

“Hey.  Talk to me, Stevie.  What’s up?”

Broad shoulders slump, and Steve makes no effort to extract himself from the makeshift shield behind his palms.  “I dunno,” he mumbles.  “A lot, but it’s stupid.”

“If it bothers you this much, it’s not stupid.”

Eddie is fully aware of what’s weighing on his husband.  But he sits next to him, the legs of the barstool squeaking as they drag over hardwood.  He waits patiently for Steve to voice it, for Steve to come to his own conclusions because no matter what those conclusions may be, Eddie’s gonna support him.

As soon as Eddie’s hand trails that familiar, soothing path along Steve’s spine, the guard comes down.  Steve lowers his hands and fixes a bleary, whiskey-and-hazel gaze on Eddie.  

“I just feel like a fraud.”

Eddie pushes a sigh through his nose.  “You’re not,” he assures gently, “but I’m all ears as to why you feel this way.”

Strong, able fingers flex, pushing pliant vessels in little ripples over golden skin as Steve clasps his hands together in a tight ball.  He does it again, like he’s trying to wring out all his tension.  “I used to love this,” he whispers.

Eddie is aware of what this means, but he clarifies anyway.  “Gardening?”

Steve nods.  “I used to look forward to spending time outside every day.  Learning new shit and recording videos just to tell people about it.  Not… not like, telling them what seeds to buy or what tools to use.”

“Which natural fungicide is best and won’t burn the skin off your hands,” Eddie supplies, and Steve chuffs a half-laugh as he nods.

“I just hate it now.  I feel so fake.  I feel like every video is a chore.”

An ember of an idea flares to life.  Despite the excitement in the prospect of making this fun again for the love of his life, Eddie treads carefully.  “I’ve noticed it’s been tough on you.  I hate that.  I don’t want that for you either, Stevie.”  Eddie dips his chin.  “Wanna make it fun again?”

“How?” Steve scoffs harshly.

Eddie lifts a shoulder in a slow shrug.  “I’m sure I can think of something.”

“I’ve been brainstorming that very thing for weeks.  I have no idea how to make it fun again.”

It’s a good thing Eddie’s brain is on overdrive, already knee-deep in ideas.  Schooling his glee into something a little more reserved, Eddie suggests, “You could invite Robin over and she could feed you gardening puns while you transplanted.”

Steve, despite his sour countenance, fights a smile.  “That would be a disaster.”

“Why?”

“They’d be so bad.”

Eddie drops his tone.  “That’s the point, sweetheart.  Puns are supposed to be bad.  Plus, you two match each other’s energy so much, I’m sure you’d be firing your own one-liners right back.”

Steve scratches the back of his head.  “I… don’t know.  I’m not really all that good at thinking up shit like that in the moment.”

“Steve,” Eddie fights back a grin as he leans far into his husband’s personal bubble, “you’re kale-ing me.  You oregano my brain is just full of this shit.  If you need help, just ask.”

Steve chokes on a laugh, amused as much as it is incredulous.  “How do you do that?”

Palms splayed wide, Eddie’s mouth pulls into a smug little smile.  “I’m kind of a big dill.”

“Uh huh.”

“Just use your melon.”

“Ed.”

“I’m rooting for you.”

“Okay,” Steve says with a massive eye-roll, “stop.���

“Romaine calm, Stevie,” eyelids flare.  “No, no, no – lettuce romaine calm.  Ha!  Find your inner peas and turnip the charm!”

“You have to stop –”

“Bay leaf in yourself, baby.  Good chives only when it’s thyme to garden.”

“Wow.  You’re insane.”

Thick, dark eyebrows waggle over pools of espresso brown.  “It kumquats so easily now.”

“Ew.”

Eddie pulls a face.  “Yeah, maybe I went too far with that one.”  Another breathy laugh escapes through Steve’s nose before whatever light was there before fades.  “C’mon,” Eddie tries gently, “you wanna go out to the greenhouse?” 

“Not really,” Steve mutters.

“Leave your phone here,” Eddie scoots from the counter and offers his hand.  “We’ll just – be us out there.  You can show me everything you’ve been working on.  No pressure, no videos, nothing.”

Plush lips purse in contemplation before Steve slowly slinks from his seat.  “No, it’s okay.  I’ll grab my Cutco stuff and if I use the pruners, I can at least tag them in the video.”

“Steve,” Eddie’s heart nearly breaks all over again.  “Grab whatever fucking pruners you want.  Let’s just go.”

Content is a hell of a lot easier to film when you’ve got a husband like Steve does.

The next two weeks fly by in a blur of terrible puns and cackling laughter, and Steve’s never been happier.  Sometimes he indulges in his sponsors' needs, sometimes he doesn’t.  

And he doesn’t care.  Steve truly doesn’t care who he pleases and who he doesn’t because fuck – fuck – he’s having fun again.

Especially as he and Ed snuggle together on their couch later that evening, skin tacky with dried dirt and sweat as they rifle through the multiple videos Eddie managed to shoot without Steve realizing.

The tiny screen in his husband’s large hand wobbles, a testament to Eddie’s terrible videographer skills, but it doesn’t matter.  Steve bites back a grin as he takes a sip of his wine, knowing precisely which video is playing before it really even starts.

He remembers Eddie asking a very obvious leading question, to which he answered, “Oh, okay.  Yeah, so – I’m topping my pepper plants.”

To demonstrate, Steve then lopped off a rather big chunk of the top of the plant and looked to his husband behind his phone, the ta-daa! on his tongue dying as he took in Eddie’s bemused expression.

Eddie’s cheeks pinked as he asked, “You’re what?”

“Topping –” Steve demonstrated again, snipping another center stem above the third node, “– right here to encourage bushier growth and more fruit production.”  The camera shakes, and that’s when Steve wise, hazel eyes narrowed.  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He can hear the laughter in Eddie’s tone, even off-camera.  “You realize you just said you’re topping a pepper plant.”

“Yeah.”  Steve nudges his husband as he watches the short clip, and Eddie smirks.  “That’s what it’s called.”

The dark-haired menace snorts.  “There’s no way that’s what it’s called.”

“Eddie.”

“You’re a bottom, anyway –”

It’s as funny now as it was, then.  Of course they’ll have to cut a huge chunk of time from the clip where all that’s audible is wheezy, cackling laughter, but Steve doesn’t care.  Because it was fun.  

Eddie made it fun.  

Steve plants a kiss on Ed’s cheek as the on-camera version of himself regains his composure.

“Okay!  Moving on!”  Swiping a hand under his eye, he winked and pointed at the lens.  “You’re editing that out.”

“Fine, fine.”  Eddie conceded before the picture wobbled, and the metalhead’s face appeared in frame as he muttered with a devilish grin, “I’m not editing shit.”

Video - 2.3M views, 780K likes, 16.6K comments

“Stevie,” there’s a mischievous lilt to Eddie’s tone, as if he already knows the answer.  “What are these?”

The shot centers on the man in question, and he runs a hand through his sun-kissed hair before sneaking a glance at the tray Eddie’s tattooed finger is jutting towards.

“Uh, let’s see.  Those are peppers.  Magnum peppers.”

A soft snort off camera.  “Oh.  No wonder you wanted to top those.”

Steve drops his spade in a mountain of soil, outright amusement eclipsing any irritation he’s harboring at his husband’s antics.  “Eddie.  Behave.”

Video  - 4.5M views, 2.2M likes, 30K comments

Steve is delighted.  He practically drags Eddie to the garden, throwing open the gate and running – running – to the third raised bed on the right.

“D’ya see it, Ed?” he’s practically bouncing on his toes.  “Right there!”

The video whips from Steve to the tomato plants, now at least four feet tall.  “First tomato of the season?”

“First tomato of the season!  And –” he leans over, and Eddie suppresses a groan as a thick swath of skin is revealed when his tee rides up, “ – yep!  It’s a Big Boy!”

“Uh,” Eddie’s bewilderment colors his voice as he zooms in on the ripe tomato.  “I’d say more medium sized, Stevie.”

“No, no,” Steve corrects, excitement painted all over his features.  “It’s a Big Boy tomato.  That’s this particular variation.”

The screen shakes as Eddie succumbs to his laughter.  “No, it’s not called that.  Please tell me –”

“I know where you’re going with this,” Steve takes two big strides towards his man and pounces, “and you’re gonna –” 

A shriek of laughter cuts through Steve’s half-hearted admonishing before the screen goes black.

Picture – 2.2M likes, 25K comments

A picture of Robin and Steve, side-by-side in the greenhouse with the caption - 

You oregano what’s been goin’ on – planting season round-up

Robin holds a terracotta pot overflowing with an abundance of flat, emerald leaves labeled PAR-SLAYYYY –

While Steve pouts and points at his tiny feathery, green sprout aptly named DILL MURRAY

Pinned comment from @ official.billy.m: so punny

Picture – 2.8M likes, 100K comments

Eddie’s features are adorably smooshed together, eyes squeezed shut as Steve plants a kiss on his cheek as the sun sets behind their ever-growing pumpkin patch –

oh my gourd, 12 years with this spicy magnum pepper

Video - 7M views, 4.2M likes, 190K comments

“And three, two, one – go!”

“Why did you count it down like that, Ed?”

“Because it sounds cool.”

A sly grin.  “It doesn’t sound cool.”

“Oh, Stevie.  Baby.  No one likes a liar.”

Steve, now notably blushing, turns his attention to his three seed trays in front of him.  “Okay.  Well, Eddie is manning the camera today for our “Who Grew It Better” series, and –”

“I did,” Eddie interrupts with a mouthful of confidence.  “I grew them better.  Look –”

The camera zooms far too quickly on the tray to Steve’s left.  The man's heavy sigh is punctuated by a chuckle as the video pans dramatically through bush bean seedlings now big enough to plant.  

“Look at how big these are.  Look at the leaves and how healthy – Steve.  Steve –”

“Yes, Ed.  I see it.  Okay, so as I was saying, here are the seedlings we bought from Burpee,” jerky camera movement catches how Steve waves his hand over a tray on the far right, “and these are the plants Eddie started from seed.”

The camera flies to Steve’s face.  “From seed, huh?”

“Yeah,” Steve cocks his head in a way that’s both hesitant, yet still wanting to teach, as his channel promises.  “That’s what it means to start a plant from –”

“My seed, Stevie?”

“Well, yeah. Those are yours.  Technically we bought them from Park, but –”

“Right, right.”  Eddie ratchets up the theatrics as if he’s just now understanding.  “My seed’s much too ample.  Too fertile.  Big, thick seed probably choke out all the other seeds –”

“Eddie!”

Video – 6M views, 3.3M likes, 280K comments

“Ready to get this sucker in her pot?”

Steve hefts a one-cubic foot of potting soil on the greenhouse table, and as soon as it lands, a tattooed hand reaches in frame and smacks the plastic wrap.

HARD.

Steve belts an “Unnnh!” before he realizes he’s even done it.

Wide eyed, he locks in a shocked stare at his husband before the camera drops, Eddie’s shoes jiggling on screen as they lose themselves in a fit of giggles.

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Steve’s always a little insecure in his relationships, always worries that they’re only in it for a short while, that all their promises are just words, no truth behind them.

He’s two months into his relationship with Eddie, and Steve’s already very in love with him, and it’s terrifying. This is the most in love Steve has ever been.

They said it for the first time the other day, during a super romantic and cosy night of Chinese takeout and nostalgic kids movies, snuggled up on the couch with never ending kisses. They had sex that night too, for the first time.

They had fooled around only a couple of times before that, nothing too serious, and only twice, since Eddie’s Demisexual. Steve didn’t know that waiting was exactly what he needed, assurance that Eddie wasn’t just there for his body.

After that night he feels even more connected to Eddie, feels the love radiating from his goofy smile and his puppy dog eyes. And the way Eddie kissed him, the way Eddie touched him, it was unforgettable. Genuine electricity. Steve had never felt so special and precious in his life, never felt so loved.

He’s still got his insecurities though, now that they’ve stepped up their relationship, Steve’s gotten a lot more comfortable, shown the secret side of him, the side that only Robin knows about really. He’s worried, like all the rest of them, that Eddie won’t like him anymore, that he’ll leave.

Robin tells him he’s being negative and stupid, Eddie’s totally the one, she can feel it!!

Steve wants to feel it, thinks the tips of his fingers are buzzing from it, but he just won’t let himself. Not yet. Not until he knows for sure.

They’re on FaceTime, having dinner together because Eddie’s gone away for a few nights with his band for a gig, and they miss eachother. Eddie called him, no prompting needed, and when Steve answered he said: “Stevie, baby, oh my god I missed you— hey fuckin, Jeff!! Look at my boyfriend, how hot is he? I got a cute ass boyfriend, wow, I feel so much better now I get to talk to you again. How are you, sweetheart? I hope you’re okay.”

Steve’s heart fucking bloomed. He feels nauseous he’s so fucking in love.

“What are you doing, Ed’s? You keep looking away from me.”

“I know, a total crime, don’t hate me. I’d much rather look at you, baby— hey shut up, Jeff, let me be in love!” Eddie yelled, tossing a pen at his bandmate across the room, “Sorry, Stevie. Uh, I’m doing some research for some songs I’m writing, making sure I’m not gonna fucking accidentally steal someone’s copyrighted track. Boring stuff, legal stuff, what are you doing?”

“Not much, missing you.”

Eddie chuckles, “God, I miss you too. Want me to come over when I get home? I’d invite you to mine, but these guys always get grouchy after a long drive home and our unit would probably just depress you.”

“Yeah, please.” Steve smiled sweetly, picking at his dinner. They fall into silence for a while, Eddie deep in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue poking out over his top lip as he types away on his laptop.

Steve’s got this question gnawing at him. One of those dumb fucking questions that he shouldn’t ask, because it’s stupid. The kind of question that if he asks too many of them, his parter will get pissed off and leave, or yell at him to stop. He’s already asked Eddie one weird question, but it wasn’t even that weird, it still got a strange reaction from Eddie though. Steve didn’t take it as a good one.

Fuck, he can’t help it though, it just starts coming out of his mouth before he can really stop it, “Hey, uh, Eddie…?”

“Yah, light of my life?” He laughs to himself, isn’t looking at the camera so he can’t see Steve begin to blush, thankfully.

“If you became a rich and famous rockstar, would you leave me behind? Be honest.” Steve nodded, “I can take it-“

“Of course not, Stevie.” Eddie said, still looking at his laptop screen, it seems like he barely even thinks about the answer, “Why would I do that?”

“If you were famous, you’d have other options.”

“Yeah, but I have you. Would you leave me, if you got famous?”

“No.” Steve snickers, like it’s obvious. Because it is, because Steve’s attached to Eddie, obviously, Steve loves Eddie more than Eddie loves Steve, probably.

“See, so why would I?” Eddie says simply, a small smile on his face as he looks at Steve like he’s being goofy and weird.

Steve should just shut his mouth before Eddie starts to hate him, but he just can’t, “Well, there are better options for famous people.”

“Not for me.” Eddie says simply, and it kills Steve, genuinely, a fucking stake through the heart in the best kind of way.

“What if you were on a red carpet, and… uh… oh, what if Hugh Jackman hit on you? Would you chose him over me?”

Eddie laughed, “Look, Hugh is hot, but he’s not as hot as you. Have you seen your ass, Stevie?”

Steve flustered, “We- Uh, what about like, Dave from Foo Fighters? He’s really hot.”

“Not my type at all, besides he’s a cheater so ew.”

“Okay…” Steve wonders, “Megan Fox?”

“Gorgeous! But I don’t swing that way.”

“Right, yeah, of course.” Steve sighed, “Oh, you really like Robert Irwin, right?”

Eddie laughed, looked over at Steve on his phone and smiled sweetly, rubbed a hand over his mouth, “Yeah, I like him, he’s cute. Wanna know why?”

Suddenly, Steve feels very jealous. It must show on his face too because Eddie snickers at him, “Uh, why?”

“Because he reminds me of you, dork.”

“What? How?” Steve is baffled.

“He’s cute, I like your little blonde highlights and he’s blonde. And he’s fit like you I guess. But mostly because he’s like, just a good looking chill out dude until you hear him talk, then you realise he’s a huge massive super ultra dork and you can’t help but want to know more about him.” Eddie smiled, turned back to his laptop and Steve watched him scroll through a document through the reflection of his glasses, “If Robert Irwin ever hit on me I’d be flattered as fuck. But I’d kindly reject him, and tell him I’ve got my own dork at home who prepared me for such a moment, by asking stupid questions like would you ever leave me— no Steve. I wouldn’t. Duh. You’re too good of a kisser.”

Steve laughed, let himself feel flustered for a while. Satisfied that he let himself be just the right amount of clingy to let Eddie know that he’s kinda like that, but not too clingy that he scared Eddie away.

“Would you take me with you then? When you’re rich and famous?”

“Oh, you know it baby.” Eddie grinned, “When I’m making millions, you’re quitting your goddamned job and travelling the world with me, and I’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want. I’ll be your full time sugar daddy no doubts about it, gorgeous.”

Steve loves this guy so much. “Yeah, sure, you can be my sugar daddy the day you figure out how to ask me how to touch your dick without stuttering and blushing and hiding in my neck about it.”

Eddie stuttered, clearly caught off guard as he began to choke on air. Steve could hear his friends in the room around Eddie begin to laugh and make fun of him. Steve laughed with him, because Eddie knows how Steve feels about that, he knows that Steve likes how shy Eddie got in bed.

Steve thinks it’s incredibly hot, a guy so confident and out there reduced to a stuttering mess the second he gets a “hot” guy in bed, as Eddie said.

Eddie’s friends begin to heckle and tease him for a bit, and Steve listens in silence as his boyfriend fights with the lot of them.

“Hey, Eddie?” Steve asks, once they’re calmed down and quiet again.

Eddie sighs, rolls his head away from his laptop and over to look at Steve, Steve hates this. Eddie smiles anyway, even though Steve is sure he’s faking it now, and says, “Yes, my love?”

He wants to take it back. He wants to shut his mouth.

“Never mind.” Steve shakes his head.

“No, my love. Ask me, go on. It was a follow up question to the whole fame thing, right?” Eddie shrugged, “I only sighed because you should know that how I feel isn’t something so easily raptured by a mere celebrity.”

“Oh…” Steve nodded, thought about that for a moment. Wondered if anyone else in his situation would have known that, maybe he’s just insecure, too insecure, Eddie’s bound to get annoyed by it. It seems like he already is. “I was just going to ask if you’d ever write a song about me?”

Eddie smiles, blushes, and it’s so sweet, “I already have, Stevie. Three.” He looks back at his laptop, groans and Steve sees in his glasses reflection that Eddie closes all the tabs he’s looking at in anger, “Yah, you’re so easy to write love songs about to be completely honest. But no, I’m not telling you anything about them. You’ll hear when they’re ready.”

Steve is over the moon, “Okay.”

Silence again. He watches Eddie open up a new application, Steve recognises as his music app thing. He makes demos and back tracks with it, which is cool. Eddie begins to play around with if a bit, and Steve listens to the noise and wonders what song Eddie’s trying to create.

He’s got that urge again. God, he’s so clingy. Steve can’t stand how clingy he is, no one can. It’s only a matter of time before Eddie’s telling him he’s too clingy and walking out the door.

He really can’t help himself. Maybe he’s just self destructive.

“Eddie, would you tell the world I was your boyfriend, if you get famous?”

“Yup.” Eddie nodded, “But they’d only know your name, and your face, and how much I love you. Don’t want you getting stalked by weirdos— you know, if I get famous enough that people want to stalk my boyfriend.”

Steve thinks that’s really sweet of him, especially since he had that rolling off the top of his tongue, no thinking time needed.

“Well… would you take me to all your A lister parties and events?”

“If there’s no plus one option, I’m not going sweetheart. Wouldn’t want you sitting at home, worried.”

“What would you do if a celebrity like… hmm, Eddie Van Halen hit on me?”

Eddie grinned, “Then I’d say you’re seeing ghosts, sunshine.”

“If he were alive, though?”

“Then… I’d think it’s awesome that we have something in common, you’re our type— oh! And then you’d get to say you were hit on by two guys named Eddie who played guitar super good.”

Steve laughed, “Would you introduce me to Sabrina Carpenter?”

“It would be the first thing I’d do.”

“Would you get jealous if she hit on me?”

“Oh yeah.” Eddie nodded, “I’m gay as fuck and I’d still take her out on a date, you know, she’s pretty. She’s like, the girl version of you. Anyway I’d be super jealous and heartbroken but I’d tell you to take your chance.”

“Seriously?”

“Yup.” He assured, “You will be hearing from me, I’ll be that crazy ex just waiting for you two to break up. I’d sabotage so bad, but I’d just want you to be happy. But I would hate if that was without me.”

Steve smiled, “Imagine if we were animals? Would you still fall in love with me if we were both little otters or something?”

“Yup, I’d be head otter heals for you.”

Steve laughed, “Dude, you’re so lame.”

“Don’t call me dude whist asking these clingy ass questions.” Eddie snickered out, and Steve shut up.

He swallowed. Stared hard at the camera and tried to surpress his sudden urge to cry.

“You get so fucking clingy sometimes.” Eddie muttered, quiet enough that his friends couldn’t hear him, “I genuinely didn’t think someone could get this clingy.”

Steve hates him.

He’s about to shut off the call when he sees something flash in Eddie’s glasses, squints to get a better look at whatever is on Eddie’s screen.

“Hey, uh, forgot to mention my uncle had this watch he thought you might like— cause I got one, but you don’t wear silver do you?”

“Nope, never.” Steve shook his head, bile rising in his throat, he can’t figure out what’s taken up all of Eddie’s attention, “Tell him thanks though.”

“Got it.” Eddie muttered to himself, pressed enter on his keyboard, and a webpage popped up with large images of golden band rings.

“What are you doing?” Steve wonders quietly.

“Huh? Oh, just mixing some music still, like I was before. Just trying to think up what I should do next.”

Steve is not that stupid. He knows Eddie’s lying. He’s lying so hard right now.

Eddie grabs his phone, pulls it close to his face so Steve can only see from his nose up, and he begins tapping away at his screen.

“Sorry, I’ll put you down in a sec, cutie, just checking something.”

With this closer angle, Steve can see very clearly what Eddie’s checking on his phone. He’s checking his bank account.

He’s checking his bank account, looking back at the web page of rings on his laptop, then pondering something in his head.

“Everything okay, Eddie?”

“Yup, just thinking up some lyric changes. Got them all written in my phone, I’ll put you down now.”

He’s such a liar, Steve’s just confused. And hurt.

“Why are you so quiet?” Eddie wondered, his phone back down on the table like it was before, eyes back on his laptop as he scrolls through rings, “Are you okay?”

“Yep.” Steve nodded.

Eddie sighed, “Hey, would you still love me if we were animals? You never answered back.” Eddie said, “What if I was an otter and you were a little fishy?”

Steve hesitates, “You’d probably eat me.”

“I’d eat you right now, Steve.” Eddie said flatly, then he ducked his head and whispered, “I miss the taste of you. I love kissing you- Hey, can I suck your dick sometime? Been thinkin’ about it.”

“Oh, now you’re brave enough to ask whilst you’re a million miles away and not even looking at me?”

“Yup.” Eddie snickered, froze for a moment with his brows furrowed, clicked on a ring and zoomed in on it, glanced between his laptop and Steve a few times. “Uh, sorry, what were we talking about?”

Steve can see the description of the ring he’s looking at. He can see, clear as day, the description reads (backwards): “Solar - Gold embossed engagement ring.”

Steve can’t believe this. Eddies looking at engagement rings. Is he looking at engagement rings?

“How much do you love me?” Steve asked, a vomit of words.

Eddie smiled, hung his head like he’s all embarrassed about it, “A lot, Stevie baby. A lot.” Eddie chuckled, “I can’t believe I get you all to myself. Not to be poetic or anything, but my life was a dark, empty night sky before I met you, and then suddenly my life was summer sun, gorgeous. You’re my sunshine, right?”

“Right.” Steve nodded, “I love when you call me that.” He squints at the reflection in Eddie’s glasses and can make out the pattern of the sun embossed on the ring.

“God, I miss you.” Eddie sighs, adds the ring to his shopping cart and keeps scrolling.

Jeff walks behind Eddie on his way out of the kitchen and stops in his tracks, walks over.

“Just working on that song, look good?” Eddie asks, and Jeff leans down on his shoulder, “I think if I add this in, this take could be the one. What do you think? Or do you think I’m being too stupid? Is it too soon for that big moment?”

Oh, fuck, he’s really looking at engagement rings.

Jeff smiles, squeezes Eddie’s shoulder encouragingly, “I mean, yeah, in theory. But you’ve never done anything by the book, and all your best choices have been a little crazy like that. If you feel it’s the right choice, and will work well with the music, then yeah, by all means.”

Eddie gins, looks back at Steve, “Yeah, it’s definitely the right choice.”

Jeff snickers, wonders off shaking his head, and Eddie looks so giddy as he takes one last look at the ring.

Eddie’s thinking about proposing to Steve.

“Don’t you think I’m clingy?” Steve blurted out, catching Eddie completely off guard.

Eddie glanced at him, sighed, carefully shut his laptop and set his attention on Steve, “Well, yeah? You are clingy.” Eddie shrugged, “Dude, you don’t understand how lucky I feel, I think. I like that. I mean, you love me so much that you wanna cling to me like a fucking koala. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten bored of me yet.”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, Steve feels so warm and fuzzy inside.

“I love you so much.” He mumbles, brings the phone close to his face to virtually kiss Eddie, “Do you want to move in with me?”

“What?” Eddie stuttered out, “Uh, are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious in this conversation and also about this relationship. About you.”

“Fuck.” Eddie sighed, laughed a little delirious, “Yeah, yes, I do. I’d love that, sunshine.”

“When you get back then. Just… just come over and don’t leave.” Steve nodded, “We can talk more then, about us, and everything. I just want you around me always.”

“God, Stevie, you don’t know how much I feel that in my heart.” Eddie said, two hands pressed over his heart to swoon a little.

Steve doesn’t tell him that he knows of Eddie’s plans, and five months later, when the special day comes, Steve doesn’t tell him that he’s already seen the ring. Though, he does mention it in his vowels, tells everyone watching just how much harder that evening made Steve fall in love with Eddie. That he couldn’t believe someone was falling so hard, so fast, just as he was.

Steve never doubted another relationship again, purely because his only relationship from then on was with Eddie.

He’d never felt as secure as he does with Eddie, since that night, never second guessed his intentions, never doubted their love.

They’re mutually head otter heals for each other. Robin was right, Eddie is the one.

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Care for You

Steddie | Words: 265

Written for @whumpril day 30: "I'm not going anywhere"

Divider art: @saradika-graphics

Summary: Steddie hugs

Steve slumped against Eddie, his forehead finding his favorite spot in the crook of Eddie’s neck. He was damp from the rain that still poured outside.

“Everythin’ hurts,” Steve moaned. 

“I got ya,” Eddie hushed. His voice was slow and easy, knowing that after his overnight shift, the odds of Steve having a migraine were high. Eddie eased Steve out of the damp hoodie, his heart warming at Steve’s choice to wear one of Eddie. It looked better on Steve, or maybe it was that Steve looked good in anything. 

Eddie pulled Steve closer, wrapping his arms around Steve’s body. He rubbed his thumbs over the back of Steve’s shoulders, feeling Steve get heavier against him. 

Steve breathed a moan, warming Eddie’s neck. 

Eddie’s heart fluttered at the feeling of Steve’s lips at his neck, smiling when Steve pressed a kiss there. 

Eddie squeezed Steve a bit tighter, enough to say I’m holding you, here, come closer. 

Steve burrowed into Eddie, breathing in his familiar scent of something sweet and smoky. Eddie’s arms wrapped him tighter, rubbing his back and neck, and Steve shuddered at the sensation of being touched, and through slow traces of shapes that soothed him, each one reminded Steve that he was here, home in Eddie’s arms.

Safe. 

Loved.

Eddie’s hold loosened and Steve responded by tightening his hold on Eddie’s waist. He did his best to press his entire body against Eddie.

“Guess I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie laughed, pulling Steve closer. 

And Steve knew Eddie didn’t mind.

Because for Eddie, just having Steve close was all he needed. 

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Steve is the real freak in the relationship. Eddie will sit back and practically let Steve do whatever he wants to him.

They’re in a club and Steve wants to sit on his lap and lick his neck? Sure!

Someone is flirting with Eddie and Steve comes up and starts making out with Eddie in front of them? Totally!

Cockwarming eddie on the couch while they watch “the great British bake off?” One hundred percent!

If someone ever calls Steve out for his weirdness, Eddie will defend him until his dying breath, which turns Steve on to the point of no return.

I fear they are made for each other.

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Finally! I have finished this lil goober. Really please with how he came out.

#eddie munson #joesph quinn #eddiemunson #joesphquinn #steddie #hellfireclub #cross stitch #stranger things #strangerthings

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by WriterwithaWindow

When his date in Indy turns out differently than he expected, Steve realises that he has to get out of there. Fast. But how to get out of the kink club and back to Hawkins in one piece, all while incredibly drunk? He enlists the help of the baddest dom he can find.

Eddie is less than impressed when an incredibly drunk Steve is delivered to his door by a much older man.

The evening finally forces Eddie and Steve to confront their feelings for each other, however platonic they claim to be.

Words: 2632, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Getting Together, Fluff, No Smut, Mentions of a bad date, No cheating, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Protective Eddie Munson, These two are dating but refuse to talk about it, Drunk Steve Harrington

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Eddie has been typing for quite some time.

My fill for @steddiebingo prompt: “Sexting”

Zoomed selfie under

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by IFuckedYourMom8TimesLastNight

“Your being very very distracting right now Stevie if you don’t want me to take you in the bathroom and fuck you until you can’t walk then I heavily suggest you tone it down a lot understand?” Eddie whispered to Steve using a firm voice with him trying to get his point across as he gave Steve’s ass a light spank just to prove it father.

“Yes I understand” Steve said glancing down away from him

Words: 4487, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Coffee Shop Worker Eddie Munson, Brat Steve Harrington, Semi-Public Sex, i think, Bathroom Sex, Mirror Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bisexual Steve Harrington, risky sex, Casual Sex, Making Out, Sex, Sneaking Around, making out on a counter, steve harrington distracts eddie at work, How Do I Tag, Work distractions, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, basiaclly just porn, Friends With Benefits, Hook-Up, In Public, but not, maybe? - Freeform

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hellooo!! :] gonna post this first since it was one of my first steddie drawings and i still love it sm. glad to see all the lovely people here!! <3

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Steddie | modern au | famous actor Steve Harrington | 3.4k | ao3

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Eddie can’t stop the laugh that comes out of him because of the video on his screen, Gareth snickering next to him.

“This is great, I have to show this to the others later,” Eddie says. His fingers move automatically, pressing on the send icon and then on the profile at the very top, a move he has done hundreds of times.

“Dude, did you just send that to Steve Harrington?” Gareth asks with a dumbfounded tone.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you acting like that’s normal?”

“Because it is? I just send him the posts I find funny to find them later.”

“You know there is a way to save posts so that they are organized, right?”

“I don’t like it and this is like way easier.”

“It’s literally not,” Gareth says, but Eddie doesn’t pay attention to him or stop.

“Look,” he goes to the front page, slides to the dms and opens the conversation with Steve Harrington, always at the top. “It’s just right there.” He starts scrolling up to show him the long string of unanswered memes and videos, but Gareth interrupts him.

“Wait, wait. Scroll back down, what the fuck is that? Does he read your messages?” He is pointing to the little icon with Harrington’s profile picture just above the last video he’s sent. Eddie shrugs.

“It’s probably a bored media guy enjoying some memes on the clock or making sure I’m not a weirdo, it’s not like Steve Harrington actually uses this account.”

“You are a weirdo, I’m surprised you are not blocked yet.”

-

Eddie is on his phone, passing the time as he keeps an eye on the lonely customer currently looking through the new vinyls. It’s a routine, a mindless action as he saves another post to show the guys later, preferring to see their reactions in person. Nothing ever happens, that’s why he gets surprised to the point of sitting up when a notification appears on his screen.

Steve.hrrgtn: Dude, you just made me laugh in the middle of a table reading

Eddie freezes as the notification disappears. Did he see that right? He couldn’t have seen that right.

He goes to his dms and surely, there at the top, is a message from THE Steve Harrington, or at least from his account. A table reading. It has to be him, right? Not an intern or a media guy. The one and only.

Eddie sends a look to the customer, still engrossed in the new releases. He is tempted to call her so she can check if the message is real or an hallucination provoked by his boredom. When he looks down, the message is still there. It is also still there when he opens the conversation. His fingers hover over screen.

He can picture him, sitting around a long table with his castmates, hiding his phone like a student in class but unable to keep his laugh in.

The vision is a bit surreal. He made Steve Harrington laugh.

Batking: why are you looking at your phone in the middle of a table reading

Steve.hrrgtn: new season boring af

It’s Eddie the one that can’t keep his laugh in this time. The girl sends him a look, but he doesn’t care.

Batking: should you be telling me that?

 Steve.hrrgtn: I don’t even care at this point tbh

Batking: you are the one that signed the contract my guy

Steve.hrrgtn: I didn’t

Steve.hrrgtn: Never let your parents sign you into a multi season show when you are fifteen

Batking: I’ll keep that in mind for my next life

Batking: Sorry your parents made you a millionaire and famous

Steve.hrrgtn: 💀💀💀

Steve.hrrgtn: but really, at the time I thought hey it’s only a contract for five seasons for a teen drama, how bad could it be?

Steve.hrrgtn: now here I am, almost ten years later, listening to the worst script you have heard in your life

Batking: that does sound awful

Batking: you are making me happy that my folks are not in the picture

Is Eddie about to vent about his life to Steve fucking Harrington? It seems like it.

In the end, he doesn’t, because Harrington doesn’t answer to his message, probably swept away into actually working, or maybe he realised how weird it was that he was talking so casually to a guy he didn’t know.

Eddie doesn’t have time to wallow on it too much, because the girl comes to the counter with a vinyl and a question. The interaction with the famous actor moving to a part of Eddie’s brain normally reserved to daydreams.

-

Eddie thought that his interaction with Steve Harrington would be a one time thing, the guy looking at his phone because he was too bored and answering his message because, by some kind of cosmic coincidence, Eddie had happened to send it at the perfect moment. Just an impulsive action that he had regretted later. That’s why he is surprised when he gets a new notification after sending him the worst kind of shitpost ever, the ones that the algorithm feeds him at 2am – the current time – and send him in a fit of giggles with their complete absurdity.

Steve.hrrgtn: where do you even find these things

Batking: you are just jealous my algorithm is better than yours

Steve.hrrgtn: yeah everyday I dream about my instagram showing me a pig made with a sausage and sticks surfing some rotating meat skewers

Batking: It made you laugh though

Steve.hrrgtn: …..

Steve.hrrgtn: It did

Eddie lets out a short, disbelieving snort. It’s a bit crazy, knowing that somewhere out there a famous heartthrob is looking at his messages at 2am and laughing.

Unless this is the media guy.

Eddie prefers to believe that he is so funny he made a guy with millions of followers want to talk to him. Twice.

Batking: why are you awake at this hour anyway

Batking: shouldnt you be getting your beauty sleep

Steve.hrrgtn: we start filming the new season tomorrow

Steve.hrrgtn: today?

Steve.hrrgtn: and I can’t sleep

Batking: nightmares about the boring script

Batking: I see

Steve.hrrgtn: you could say that

Batking: well, check this out, your nightmares will go away

He sends another stupid meme (of the best kind, the ones from accounts that write in Cyrillic) and receives a set of skull emojis in answer.

-

Steve.hrrgtn: why have you stopped sending me memes

The message takes Eddie by surprise. It’s been a week since he texted with Steve Harrington for the second time – which still feels a bit surreal-, and he had decided to stop bothering the poor guy now that he knew he saw his messages. Going to his saved posts was still a nightmare, but Eddie knew how to behave.

Batking: didnt want to bother you now that you are working and I know you see them

Steve.hrrgtn: they have been my main entertainment for months you can’t just stop now when I need them most

Eddie blinks at the message. Months? The confirmation stuns him. The one that had been seeing his messages had always been him and not some media guy? Eddie remembers catching his name a few times on his Instagram stories. This is a bit trippy, if he is honest.

Batking: okay

Batking: as my liege commands

Batking: from now on I am your knight in shining armour your sole provider of memes

-

Batking: *reel attached*

Batking: did you kill the villain today?

Steve.hrrgtn: This is a teen drama???

-

Batking: *reel attached*

Batking: so, is the bad guy dead yet?

Steve.hrrgtn: Again???

Steve.hrrgtn: I told you like a thousand times that there is no bad guy to kill

Steve.hrrgtn: have you even watched my show?

Batking: I mean the scriptwriter

Steve.hrrgtn: lmao

Steve.hrrgtn: no, he is sadly not dead yet

Steve.hrrgtn: I think killing him would be a breach of my contract somehow

Batking: a pity

Batking: the way he insists on making your character straight? He deserves death.

Batking: don’t worry joe from normal life, I saw the way you looked at dacre, I know what you are

Steve.hrrgtn: I think that might have just been the way I was looking at Billy, the guy’s fucking hot

Steve.hrrgtn: an asshole though, glad he is not on the show anymore

Eddie pauses, his eyes reading the last two messages time and time again. Did Steve Harrington, heartthrob and ladies man, just admit to being attracted to a male coworker? Eddie’s thumbs hover over the keyboard. He looks up at Gareth from his place in their couch. He is not paying attention to him, too focused on his laptop.

Eddie is having a bit of a crisis here and his roommate is ignoring him. Maybe it’s best that he is, Eddie doesn’t really want to share this with anyone. Should he bring attention to it? Should he just ignore it and brush it off? The decision is not that difficult in the end. He needs to know. He knows that there is no way he has any possibility of actually bagging Steve Harrington. Exchanging messages and memes is one thing, a pseudo friendship is one thing, but something more? Not fucking likely.

He still needs to know.

Batking: did I just get exclusive confirmation that Steve Harrington likes men? Should I call tmz?

Steve.hrrgtn: you wouldn’t get any money

Steve.hrrgtn: I’ve been out as bisexual for years, the media just chooses to ignore it

Steve.hrrgtn: wow look at these pictures of Steve Harrington with his new male best friend that he goes to dinner and all premieres with! Totally platonic! Oh now they have stopped hanging out completely? What could have happened to their friendship?

Steve.hrrgtn: he cheated on me, that’s what happened

Eddie blinks at his screen. So, he had tried to avoid learning anything about Steve that the man didn’t tell him himself. Just a chivalrous, treat the guy like a normal person gesture, but now he is wondering if he should have paid a bit more attention.

Batking: ah yes, the joys of compulsory heterosexuality and conformity

Batking: that sucks, dude

Steve.hrrgtn: did you really not know anything about it?

Batking: sorry to burst your celebrity bubble where everyone knows everything about your life

Steve.hrrgtn: no no, it’s… nice

Steve.hrrgtn: I have a question though

Steve.hrrgtn: why did you start sending me memes if you were not really interested in me?

Batking: well

Batking: I needed someone very famous that wasnt likely to really see my messages and seemed chill enough to not block me immediately

Batking: and dude, you are like waaay more famous than the show you are in, it’s ridiculous, thought you must be a douche for a long time

Batking: but an interview with you and your friend Robin showed up on my fyp and I saw that you were pretty chill

Batking: so it was between you and Timothee Chalamet

Batking: and it ended up being you because you are hotter

Steve.hrrgtn: of course I am

Steve.hrrgtn: thank you for choosing me tho

Batking: anyone would have

Steve.hrrgtn: the casting director of a complete unknown didn’t think the same

Batking: well thats THEIR loss

Batking: you do a great job with the shitty script of normal life

Batking: you would have acted the fuck out of bob dylan

Steve.hrrgtn: I do a better job in my other stuff

Batking: you have other stuff??

Batking: I’m going to be honest with you here, I only watched normal life so I had context to bitch about the boring new season with you

Eddie looks at the three little dots that indicate that Steve is writing appear a disappear a few times. Did he fuck up? Maybe he sounded too eager, maybe Steve thought it was a bit weird that Eddie assumed they would continue talking. But they have been talking for weeks now. Was it bad to assume?

Eddie closes the app, deciding to give the guy some privacy to write down what he wants to write down and heads to the kitchen to prepare his dinner. If Gareth senses the way his mood has soured, he doesn’t say anything about it.

It takes a couple of hours for an answer to appear. It’s simple.

Steve.hrrgtn: that’s nice of you

-

It’s Steve the one that starts the conversation a couple of days after that. Eddie only sees his messages an hour after he sends them, too busy with customers. The group of notifications on his screen when he is finally able to look at his phone very welcome.

Steve.hrrgtn: so I just realised

Steve.hrrgtn: well, my best friend made me realise

Steve.hrrgtn: she basically said that it’s weird that I’ve been talking with you for weeks and don’t know anything about your actual life and that you could actually be a stalker with a lot of patience or something like that

Steve.hrrgtn: so tell me about yourself? You are not living like down the street from me and waiting for the right moment to kidnap me like Robin says are you?

Eddie tries not to feel giddy at the thought of Steve talking about him to his friends. He has not done it himself, mostly because he tried once and they made fun of his ‘delusions’ as they called it. Whatever. He doesn’t really expect Steve to still be online, probably already swept out to his own job, so he just sends his answer.

Batking: a very reasonable fear, some facts to follow

Batking: I live as far from you as you live from Chicago

Batking: I am a humble employee at a record store where I have to deal with pretentious assholes daily that don’t really care about music and just about bragging about their record collection

Batking: I also have a band with my friends

Batking: we have a whooping 1756 listeners on spotify

Batking: I know, I know, you didn’t know you were talking with a rockstar try not to be very starstruck

The answer, to his surprise, comes almost immediately.

Steve.hrrgtn: 1757

Batking: what?

Steve.hrrgtn: what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t listen to your band now that I know it exists?

Eddie would be lying if he said that that didn’t make his heart skip a beat. Is this healthy? Probably not. Is he developing a weird parasocial relationship with the guy? Probably yes, but is it even a parasocial relationship if he is actually talking with the guy and he called him his friend? This should be considered a normal crush, a normal, hopeless crush.

Batking: a very shitty one tbh here’s the link

Steve.hrrgtn: can I ask something else?

Batking: course

Steve.hrrgtn: you only have one pic in your profile and it’s with your friends

Steve.hrrgtn: which one are you?

Eddie taps the back of his phone a few times. It’s only natural that Steve would wonder that. He could just tell him, or… Eddie opens the camera and takes a picture, too close to see his face properly but enough that Steve will know who he is in the group picture now.

Batking: *picture attached*

Batking: this one

Steve.hrrgtn: fuck

-

Steve.hrrgtn: okay so the thought of you only seeing me in normal life is eating me alive

The notification comes when Eddie is with his friends, preparing for a night of DnD. Eddie was looking up some music to get the atmosphere going, but the music app immediately gets abandoned in lieu of the message.

Batking: can’t get me out of your head?

He knows he has been unable to keep the stupid smile out of his face when Jeff tries to glance at his screen. Eddie immediately slams the phone against his chest.

“Jeez, I thought you were looking at stupid memes again, who are you texting that got you smiling like that?” Jeff asks. He moves back to sit straight, so Eddie can look at his phone again.

“No one,” he says as he reads the new message.

Steve.hrrgtn: so I have a couple of indie films that are very good

So Steve has decided to ignore his message. Okay.

“He’s been like this for WEEKS now,” Gareth intervenes as he sits down at his spot. “He said it was Steve Harrington when I asked him when he started and has refused to say anything else.”

“The white boy of the month?” Jeff asks.

“White boy of the century,” Eddie feels the need to correct.

Batking: that’s great and all but I can’t watch your limited release indie films anywhere

Steve.hrrgtn: that’s why I’m sharing a link to the latest one with you

Steve.hrrgtn: don’t share it with anyone though

Batking: aw breaking the rules for little ol me?

Steve.hrrgtn: yeah yeah don’t get too cocky now

Steve.hrrgtn: can’t wait for your reaction 😉

Eddie stares at the winking emoji in confusion. What is that supposed to mean?

“Can you stop texting your white boy of the century now so we can start?” Gareth asks.

“Just a second.” Eddie sends a quick message back before he moves to the music app again, chooses the first song he sees and puts the phone down.

Batking: send it to me, soldier, I will watch it tonight and give you my honest opinion

-

Eddie stares at the screen of his laptop, currently on his thighs as he was lounging on his bed, seeing the film Steve had sent to him. The film is currently paused, Steve’s face staring at him with eyes and mouth half open.

Okay, so Eddie just watched his famous guy turned friend have an orgasm – fake! Fake an orgasm, Eddie feels it’s very important that he makes that clear to himself – on screen after probably the most erotic sex scene he has seen in a non porno in the last 10 years. Fuck. How did he not know about the existence of this? How did this not make the news? Probably because it was with another man. Double fuck.

Maybe this is normal for Steve, for actors in general, to send their friends a link to a film where you have a soul shattering orgasm with a message about wanting to know their reaction with a winking emoji. It is not normal for Eddie. It is also not normal for his dick, who has not gotten the memo about this not being something it should be getting so excited about.

Eddie bites his lip. His finger moves on its own, backing the film a few minutes so the scene plays again. Eddie tries to convince himself that this is not weird if Steve was the one that wanted him to see this in the first place.

Eddie curses and takes a deep breath. He eyes his phone. It’s late, nearly midnight, but he knows that Steve is normally away at this hour.

Maybe this is not normal for Steve either, maybe he did want to get some kind of reaction out of Eddie.

Eddie snaps a picture of his laptop screen, careful to get the tent in his pants just in the edge of the picture. It’s very obvious on it what scene he is watching.

Batking: *picture attached*

Batking: you sure know how to get a guy hot and bothered

Maybe he can play it off as a joke if Steve didn’t mean it like Eddie wants him to mean it.

Steve.hrrgtn: glad to see my acting is that good

Fuck, Eddie fucked it up, right?

Steve.hrrgtn: it did come out very natural

Steve.hrrgtn: but the real thing looks better

Eddie feels on the edge of a precipice, as if there should be a warning on his field of vision about how his choice here will change the trajectory of his story.

Batking: can’t say

Batking: I haven’t seen the real thing, so I can’t really compare them, can I?

Steve.hrrgtn: would you want to?

Eddie can’t get his hopes up, he can’t assume, Steve is so out of his league, this can’t be happening to him.

Batking: have you acted in a porno I don’t know about?

Steve.hrrgtn: are you always this dense?

Eddie’s heart is dying in his chest, that’s the only explanation to how it’s feeling.

He doesn’t have time to type an answer, Eddie’s screen is suddenly filled with something else.

Steve Harrington is video calling him.

Eddie has never accepted a call so fast in his life before.

part 2...???

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