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Eddie walked past the two guys manning the door of the fraternity, they each sent him the standard passive nod of acceptance that Eddie had grown less and less suspicious of over time. He didn’t actually go to the university, but he and the guys in his band lived nearby because the university had a decent music scene that they benefited from and Gareth was a little brainiac getting his degree while their band kept steadily growing.

And along with a good music scene came a good party scene.

Eddie and the guys had been inside most of the frats and sororities on campus and the bars and such nearby, but for almost any of the frats they were only allowed in as a band, not as regular people.

They could be the entertainment but apparently most of the hoity toity frat dude bros didn’t want to be intermingling with guys like Eddie when they were trying to get fucked up or fuck. That didn’t mean that Eddie didn’t try though, it wouldn’t be the first or probably the last time he snuck into a party for his own desires when he was less than wanted on the premises.

Eta Delta Nu had a rather mean looking squarish shaped guy blocking the door to the house when Eddie had his first pass of the premises that was keeping a bunch of over eager freshmen from entering without dipping both their hands in what Eddie hoped was concentrated blue koolaid in either a weird hazing ritual or something oddly culty. Eddie hadn’t been a huge fan of the vibes of the frat but if he got in and could have a drink and get a few sales then he would take what he could get because there were only three frats on campus so he couldn’t be picky or choosy.

He had made it inside for all of ten minutes at ΗΔΝ before Mr. Square had cast a fucking shadow over him and Eddie split like an overeager banana.

The next weekend he made his way to the smallest frat on campus, skipping the oldest and most well-regarded frat because he had little faith that he’d have any luck there. It was Sigma Rho Psi and there was a party well underway when Eddie had arrived. Whoever was usually watching the door was briefly absent while Eddie was staking the place out so he took the opportunity.

The frat was less culty than ΗΔΝ, but where the previous one was populated by the football and other most committed athlete guys, Σ𝛲Ѱ was the frat guys. The guys who didn’t really have all that much going for them other than daddy’s money and time. Eddie had certainly gotten some looks when he was there but no one made a move to kick him out.

They had all been far too stoned to make a move to do just about anything.

They already had some high-end hookups for their drugs making Σ𝛲Ѱ a rather lackluster business opportunity for Eddie.

That had left him with Beta Alpha Tau.

Eddie had heard a variety of things about the frat from as many sources. That the guests allowed inside for parties were heavily monitored, that the frat king himself was just another rich boy there on daddy’s dime and didn’t care about anything other than parties and girls, that the frat let freshies in to get fucked up for the older frat members’ enjoyment.

BAT was a frat decorated in a plethora of red flags and definitely very concentrated in basketball guys who Eddie was wary of if only because of how similar they always seemed to be to the footballers.

But it was Eddie’s last chance at striking gold at a frat for his own business endeavour and also just to have a place to slip into from one odd weekend to another to have a drink to let off some steam. The only thing making him slightly less weary was the fact that the frat was called BAT, Eddie liked bats, and had some tatted on him after all.

He started hanging around outside of the frat just outside of the two guys watching the door, they didn’t have a list or anything as far as Eddie could tell but only about a third of the people who went up to the door would be let in.

Eddie couldn’t determine the exact state of all the people trying to get in but he was able to make a couple observations in the forty or so minutes he sat there for. A couple guys who were already fairly fucked up got turned away, a beautiful young woman who tried to flirt her way inside met a similar fate, but a gaggle of freshmen who seemed to know the guys at the door got let in as well as a pair of brunettes who were walking practically wrapped around each other.

It was a confusing set of data. He decided to keep monitoring the frat from the outside for a bit longer before he’d try sneaking in.

The next weekend there were two guys at the door again, one the same and one new. Eddie watched who was let in and who wasn’t and was starting to get something of a feel for how BAT picked and chose its guests and he wasn’t mad about what he was putting together as their criteria that many others were mad about.

It was difficult to get reliable information from other people on the frat was what he was finding out. The basketball guys for the most part were all either members of the frat or frequent guests but a select few had somehow earned themselves a ban from the premises so information from them was to be taken with a grain of salt.

There wasn’t an open door policy for any freshmen to get in, but they seemed to have a fairly easy time comparatively and the one time Eddie was still up- insomnia was a bitch- around the time BAT called it a night for a party the people who made their way out of the house seemed to range from passible for sober to buzzed. Either no one was blacking out in BAT or those individuals just weren’t making their way out onto the street in that state.

The one other thing Eddie looked into before making an attempt to get inside was the frat king.

Steve Harrington.

Son of some rich guy that was apparently well known for some sort of something- Eddie didn’t really care all that much about that kind of information- and assistant captain of the basketball team. He was doing some sort of five year degree and he started after taking a gap year after high school. He somehow nabbed the frat king position right early on from the impression Eddie got, taking on the mantle when the previous king’s replacement turned out to be a dud.

Eddie wasn’t certain how often people could take a gap year and then get a spot on a, as far as he was aware, good basketball team but he couldn’t imagine how often it happened. There were definitely some extenuating circumstances there but Eddie didn’t know what.

He also seemed to be connected to the main group of freshmen in some way shape or form and he had been dating a girl since high school according to Gareth who’d somewhat befriended a couple of those freshmen of Steve’s in one of his math classes.

Eddie finally went to make his way into BAT a couple weeks after the first time he started watching the door. He made his way in through the back door of the house after rather ungracefully hopping a fence.

It had seemed like something of a design flaw in the frat’s attempts to keep the guest inside monitored and verified.

That was until he saw one of the guys who sometimes watched the door- there seemed to be four of them that rotated somewhat randomly- tipping his head in Eddie’s direction while Eddie was having a chat with a guy in a basketball sweater about a possible business deal.

The guy the door monitor was talking to was someone Eddie had seen around campus from time to time. He was around Eddie’s height with soft, swoopy hair and strong arms.

Exactly Eddie’s fucking type.

Eddie was able to complete his sale before anyone came over to presumably kick him out. Only, that’s not what ended up happening.

He was leaning against the wall waiting for fate to impose itself on him after his new basketball buddy walked away with a joint when Mr. Perfect Hair appeared beside him. He didn’t say anything at first, only pressed his forearm to the wall by Eddie’s head and leaned in.

“Don’t sell to anyone who’s already drunk or any of the younger ones and you’re good here.”

He had practically whispered it in Eddie’s ear and it clearly said something about how long it had been since Eddie was with someone that just a hot guy whispering in his ear got him going that easily.

Eddie stuck around that night for long enough to find out that the perfect specimen he’d very quickly developed a fixation on was none other than the frat king himself.

He was fucked.

He was back at the frat the next weekend, only that time he walked right up to the front door. He was let in with The Nod from one of the guys and a “heyo, brochacho,” from the other.

Eddie knew the second guy from somewhere, he was chill and Eddie would normally have stopped to have a chat with him if he wasn’t too worried about risking the two guards realizing their mistake in letting him in.

Only it wasn’t a mistake, he kept getting let in over and over again to the point where he was familiar with most of the more regular attendees of the frat’s parties and he’d even go as far to say that he might even be friends with a couple.

Gareth had confronted him one day, asking Eddie if he had a stroke and joined a frat. It was in a joking manner because Eddie had previously only cared about getting into a frat for the easy to steal booze and business opportunities- both things he still benefited from- but he also just had fun, he liked the people and it was always a fun time when he’d head over there. Hell, he didn’t even drink or smoke every time he went, some weeks he just went there to catch up with the people he was friends with there.

The group of freshmen who Eddie didn’t tend to mingle with due to not wanting to risk Steve or one of the door guys thinking he was breaking one of the two clauses of him being allowed to stay had been talking to Gareth and they figured out that the guy from Gareth’s band and the guy from the frat were the same dude to both of their surprises.

Eddie took Gareth and the other guys from the band to BAT the weekend after that. They’d performed there once or twice in the past but it was everyone else’s first time actually in there. They were let in as easily as Eddie always was.

Most of the other guys didn’t tend to spend much time at the frat, especially since they were starting to get more gigs on weekends, in earlier time slots, and Eddie was always heading over to BAT after those when the rest of the guys either wanted to stick around late with the people they’d just performed for or go home to pass out. Eddie stuck around with them fairly often but not every single time.

Gareth was the most frequent attendee from the band.

It took him three weeks to tell Eddie that he needed to be careful about Steve before he let himself get hurt.

And Eddie knew he was playing with fire. He spoke to Steve for a while almost every time he was at the frat even though Steve should almost definitely have had much better things to be doing than talking to Eddie. Eddie couldn’t help himself though, because Steve was more than just a pretty face, he was sweet and thoughtful, funny, and someone Eddie could easily get lost in having a conversation with.

It was dumb of him to stay so close to a guy he was only continuing to have stronger and stronger feelings for as the months went by but he couldn’t help himself.

His bigger mistake was befriending Robin.

But there wasn’t any stopping that either, not when she and Steve were a package deal and Eddie got along with her instantly. He liked Robin, he was friends with Robin, he just also hated that she was dating Steve.

They were so happy together, he’d never seen two people who seemed more loving with each other and Eddie had no desire whatsoever to get in the way of that no matter how much it hurt.

They described each other as the loves of their lives and they had some joke about soulmates that they would whisper to each other from time to time that Eddie never fully caught but it was clearly an accurate descriptor for them.

But something about that night’s party at BAT was different. Usually drinks were given in a variety of containers. Mugs, cans, glasses, and plastic cups were the most common but Eddie had seen some weird stuff, especially for when shots were involved.

There were only solo cups out that night. Red, yellow, and green.

He ran into Argyle by the designated snack table.

“What’s with the cups man,” he asked as Argyle bit his way into a monstrosity of a combination of several different snack components. Argyle was probably the person he’s become the more friendly with, they had even hung out in the real world a couple of times, if there was anyone for him to go to for clarification on weird frat stuff, it was him.

“Theme,” Argyle spoke around his concoction. Then once his mouth wasn’t completely full of food, “green’s for the single beans, yellow for its complicato, and red for the taken folks.”

Eddie glanced around the room they were in, mostly green cups with a yellow and a couple reds thrown in. It was definitely a bit more packed than usual, not many people Eddie didn’t know but most people weren’t there every single week and it seemed like most people were there for once. “Makes sense,” Eddie agreed, “thanks man.”

Eddie knew enough about a fair few people’s lives that he came across that their cup color didn’t shock him. Dustin, one of Steve’s freshmen, had his usual orange juice- because Eddie had literally never seen him drink anything else, ever- in a red cup. Lucas and Max had red as well. The one other of that group of freshmen, who Eddie had had slightly more interaction with since he got more comfortable in the idea that Steve probably wasn’t going to kick him out for talking to them, was Mike.

The poor kid had stared at the three stacks of cups for long enough that Eddie was sure he’d see smoke come out of his ears momentarily. Usually Will was there with him, but he wasn’t much for the social environment so he wasn’t always there and he sometimes hid out upstairs in Jonathan’s room when he needed a break.

Eventually Max had walked up to him and half shoved a red cup in his face. “Go upstairs, stop being so scared about this, you’ve practically been dating since we were preteens.”

Eddie smiled as Mike accepted the less than politely offered cup.

Mike sort of tripped his way through the bottom floor of the house and over to the partially blocked off stairs that he dazed up. The freshmen were the only non frat members allowed up there without a frat member taking them.

As far as Eddie could tell, Steve didn’t let the kids actually live in the frat house because there wasn’t enough space for all of the little shits and because he wanted them to actually be involved in their schooling and making friends and connections by living in the dorm environment so they don’t isolate themselves away.

A sigh of relief passed through the house once Mike and his red cup made it up the stairs.

“You think he’s actually going to go through with that or will he just chicken out again?” Steve asked, bumping his shoulder against Eddie’s once he made it to his side.

Only… Eddie couldn’t hear shit.

Just static.

Steve was holding a cup. A green cup.

He didn’t seem any different than he usually acted around Eddie, he was all smiley and radiating goodness, and Eddie wouldn’t imagine he’d hold a ‘declare your relationship’ type party within the immediate time after breaking up with his long time girlfriend unless Eddie was horrifically wrong about what kind of guy Steve was.

That and Eddie had literally seen Robin across the house not that long ago holding a red cup.

“Eddie?”

“I…”

“What’s up fuckers?” Robin announced, she was definitely a little tipsy and immediately dropped her arms over each of them as she made space for herself in the non existent space between them.

Eddie didn’t have words, thoughts, or ideas. Only panic.

“Max sent Mike upstairs with a red cup,” Steve told her.

Robin groaned and dipped her head down far enough that Eddie felt her full body weight shift onto him and Steve. “Why now? I was so close to winning that bet with Nancy.”

“I’m sure you’ll still enjoy being on the losing side of that bet.”

A look crept onto Robin’s face that Eddie had never seen before. “Yeah,” she said slowly, “Losing bets to her is so awesome.”

“Get out of here with your horniness,” Steve said, returning Robin to her own feet while she giggled at whatever was going on inside of her head, “I was having a perfectly normal conversation before you came over here.”

“Oh sure, like you’ve even had a normal conversation with Eddie,” she accused. “Your-”

That was as far as she got before Steve’s hand was over her mouth and he walked her a few feet away from where he and Eddie had been standing. “Go get another drink to celebrate. But not too much or you’ll sleep through your call with Nancy in the morning.”

Steve was something of a mother hen to everyone unless they got on his bad side then he was a complete asshole in the most controlled and subtlest manner possible.

“I like talking to Nancy,” Robin said dreamily as she finally walked away. Back to the drinks table but still.

Eddie had never had the pleasure of meeting the elder Wheeler, he knew of her from all the rest of them. She was at a fancy schmancy school further east and was only able to come by to visit during longer school breaks. Robin had also gone out there to visit her a few weekends before.

Robin talked about her a lot

Robin was drinking out of a red cup.

Robin was horny for Nancy.

Robin was dating Nancy.

“Oh shit.”

Steve raised an eyebrow when he got back to Eddie. “What?”

Steve was standing close to Eddie, like close enough that Eddie couldn’t move without pressing his body into Steve’s.

“Eds?”

“Everything makes so much more sense now.”

Steve placed his finger under Eddie’s chin and tipped his head up to face him. “Hey, you okay?”

They were too close for Eddie to have words. There were a hundred things Eddie would normally say in a situation like this- because he and Steve were in situations like that a lot- and even more that he wanted to say now that he knew Steve might be feeling the same things as him.

Eddie officially did not know what to do with himself with that information.

“Woah,” he says as some light turned or wasn’t being blocked anymore and illuminated Steve in just the right way that he was almost sparkling.

That or Eddie was just high on the potential that he might not have been making up the thing between him and Steve all along.

“Good woah or bad woah?” Steve asked with a too adorable tilt to his head.

Eddie was so fucked.

“Good. Definitely good.”

Steve looked at him for another long moment before his mouth twisted upwards in one corner. It was a subtle look but a meaningful one all the less.

Only Eddie didn’t know what it meant.

“It’s a bit crowded in here,” Steve whispered. Or, well, he said at a level loud enough that Eddie could hear him but there was no way anyone but Eddie did. “Why don’t we head down to my room?”

Eddie had never actually been in Steve’s room. He’d been upstairs in the house several times for a variety of reasons but one of the perks of being the king or whatever of the frat was that Steve got the big room downstairs with its own bathroom.

Steve’s room was sacred territory in Eddie’s brain, a place that he would exist apart from because ridiculous crush or not, Steve could never like him back both because he was taken and presumably straight.

Eddie was wrong on both counts. Quite enormously so. O’ for two.

“Yeah we… do that, yes.”

Steve’s nonchalance was betrayed by a smile creeping onto his face, but he didn’t comment on Eddie’s botched English unless that was what he was smiling about. “Come on.”

Eddie followed Steve through the house like he was attached to him by an invisible string. The music playing through an impressively loud speaker was only a dull murmur and Eddie was sure he bumped right into someone- potentially even multiple people with how the many basketball team members tended to clump at these things- and only years of habit actually had him apologize as he kept walking.

Steve manifested a key out of nowhere- because he did not have one in the back pocket of his stupidly tight jeans, which Eddie definitely didn’t know for certain reasons- and unlocked his door before gesturing for Eddie to go inside ahead of him.

The door closed with the characteristic squeak of the frat house.

Steve was far away from him.

Steve was close to him.

Something was about to happen.

Eddie’s brain flipped back into gear after it had stalled out in the living room. He closed the last of the distance between the two of them, it was his turn to play the offense or whatever stable sports metaphor was applicable, he had other things to think about.

“Hey, big boy. You did a pretty good job getting me all alone, now whatever do you have planned next for little ol’ me?”

Only Steve wasn’t phased. If anything, he was encouraged. His hand found its way onto Eddie’s cheek, then down around the back of his neck. Steve’s face was so close to his that Eddie had to whack the urge to lick him down with a mental hammer. “I was thinking we could give you a reason to trade out that green cup you were using earlier.”

If Eddie were literally anyone else or even the Eddie he imagined himself to be sometimes, he would have followed that with something equally as suggestive or flirty, but no, his immediate response was, “well the green cup helped me realize that you and Robin aren’t dating so I can’t be mad at it.”

“You- what?”

“Yeah… In my defense, I was told that you two were together and you are very close so how was I supposed to know?”

Steve was staring at him with bemusement. “Robin said you knew she was a lesbian? Haven’t the two of you had like conversations about this?”

“Maybe? I don’t know, I don’t remember things that I talk about when I’m drunk.”

“God you’re ridiculous,” Steve said. He was smirking as he did and closed the gap between them that had formed after Eddie’s comment. “But now that you know now that her and I definitely aren’t together,” his hand found its way to Eddie’s waist, “is there anything else you wanted to do?”

Eddie thought he’d seen Steve’s flirty side before tonight, but that was nothing compared to this. He was touchy and had an adorable quirk to his smile that was apparently Eddie’s own personal kryptonite.

“You could remind me of what you were originally planning when we came down here,” Eddie said, aiming for flirty and landing somewhere in a three mile radius of it. He was good at putting on and act but for one, he didn’t want to always have to be putting that act on around Steve if he started this out with that, and two, his act involved standing on cafeteria tables not flirting with the guy he’s been harboring a hopeless crush on for months.

“Or I could do this.”

Steve inched his head forward, not painfully slowly but enough that Eddie could have easily pulled away if he didn’t want Steve to follow through on what he had started.

Their lips touched and it was a weird angle at first but they fixed it. Eddie’s hands sort of just hung at his sides until Steve pulled away long enough to tell Eddie that he was allowed to touch him.

Turns out all he needed was a little nudge in that direction.

Within seconds he had one hand brushing against the baby hairs on Steve’s neck and the other tracing along his back. It wasn’t until the music down the hall suddenly cut out that Eddie remembered there was a whole party happening out there.

“It was the song, it has an abrupt ending,” Steve said after a moment.

As much as it pained him to say it, Eddie asked, “should we be getting back out there?”

“It’s late-” it wasn’t even eleven- “they can handle themselves for one night.”

“I’m not going to argue about that.” Eddie had barely finished speaking before they were kissing again.

💚💚💚🥛🥛🥛💚💚💚

Morning came sooner than expected- or, well, noon the next day came sooner than expected. Eddie only had blanket over one of his legs but he wasn’t mad about it because he ran hot when he slept and it was never fun waking up overheated.

Steve wasn’t on the other side of the bed where he had been when they’d fallen asleep. He was an early riser according to the many times Robin had complained about him waking her up so they could go on morning jogs together despite her being the one to come up with that idea.

Eddie contemplated just rolling over and falling back to sleep on Steve’s stupidly comfortable mattress but the last thing he needed to do was to fuck up his sleep schedule more.

And he had a Steve to go find.

Despite significant willpower, he laid in the bed for several more minutes and by the time he made it out to the kitchen he was regretting not having just gone back to sleep.

He grabbed the first cup he could find and chucked some water from the tap in it to hopefully wake him up a little.

“Ah,” Robin said from behind him. “You two finally realized you’re both idiots.”

She was holding a red cup and wearing a sweater that Eddie didn’t recognize, but definitely did not look like something she would ever buy herself. He was something of an idiot.

“Me more than him,” Eddie countered, “but yes.”

Robin was grinning absurdly wide for it just to have been about him and Steve getting together. “That’s two bets I lost last night.”

“I’m happy for you?”

“Me too,” she said it dreamily, almost dazed. “He’s in the backyard with Lucas by the way.”

Eddie picked his red cup of water off the counter with a tip of his imaginary hat to Robin before setting off to locate his boyfriend.

Thank god for themed frat parties.

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ilostmyshoe666 · 29 days

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No upside down but they still found each other AU where once they get out of Hawkins and move into a little apartment together in the city, Stobin set up a 'date night' routine once a week.

Obviously not a typical date night cause Platonic with a capital P, but they alternate each week who gets to plan the date night activities meaning they both get to do something fun, interesting, exciting, and potentially ridiculous that they themselves wouldn't have thought of.

One such date night, on Robin's turn to plan, is a relatively cheap art exhibition at a local small time independent gallery, focusing on portraits of people the artist has seen around the city, quickly sketched, then painted afterwards.

Her most recent crush had suggested she attend it as her best friend was the artist and was absolutely shitting it over revealing his work to the public that'd inspired those works, certain that everyone would hate them.

They get dressed up, ready to play the part of Fancy Art Connoisseurs, Steve ready to meet and big up Robin to this cute girl Robin had gushed about endlessly as the best wingman ever

Only for them both to wind up stuck one one particular painting titled and described:

E. Munson Angel Incognito Oil on Canvas, The most beautiful man i've ever seen in my life. I was certain i'd seen an angel.

It's Steve.

Sitting in the park, feeding the birds, painted to look... ethereal. Moles dotted with gold, sunlight hitting his soft hair just so, catching the rim of his glasses.

And Robin is immediately on a mission to be the best wingwoman ever because this is NO LONGER about her crush on Chrissy dammit she MUST find this artist, present Steve to him, and "now KISS" smush them both together like barbie dolls.

Good thing Eddie is nearby.

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"Still super jealous as hell by the way.“

"Okay, now, can you…get outta my face?“ Steve annoyedly swats a hand at Eddie’s chest and ducks out of his space.

Eddie sighs and shakes his head. "Why are you-" He purses his lips, thinks. "You don’t…you still don’t like me very much, do you?"

At that Steve stops walking, huffs out an annoyed breath and presses his eyes closed. He turns to Eddie, looks at him with an expression Eddie can’t read and says, "No, Eddie. No, I don’t."

Eddie just watches him for a second, not sure what to do, studies his face, the furrow between his brows, the clear discomfort in his expression.

He scoffs. Getting a little angry. "Jesus, man,“ he says. "You just can’t get over it, huh? And here I was rambling on about how you were actually a good dude after all, but…no, turns out Steve Harrington is still just as much stuck in his stupid high school mindset as I would have thought.“

Steve just looks more annoyed now, a slight shift in his eyebrow and…he looks…frustrated? A little? How does that make sense?

"You,“ Steve says, voice low, but not because of the monsters, Eddie knows that much, "are unbelievable.“

Eddie blinks. "What?“

"Eddie, you’re the one who can’t get over it,“ Steve accuses him. "You always talk about that non-conformist shit and how people should just stop with the categories and drawers and labels but, dude, you’ve never judged people that way yourself! I have been saved in your brain as this dumb idiot jock ever since you’ve known me and…“ Steve huffs out an unbelieving breath. "And Eddie, I don’t know what to tell you…but you’ve never been nice to me. Ever. And when Lucas made the basketball team, which is amazing, by the way, you weren’t proud of him or supported him for that incredible achievement like you should have if he’s really one of your 'little sheep‘.“ He draws quotation marks in the air. "You punished him for it. You said you can’t make Hellfire? Fuck you. I’m just gonna have the most important part of the campaign without you, because you know what, you don’t deserve us anymore now that you’ve joined the dark side. Now that you’ve taken up a…a jock game. Because god forbid, somebody could actually ever enjoy playing sports.“

Eddie can’t follow. His mind’s lagging behind, still stuck on Steve apparently knowing DnD terms and saying he was never nice to him and-

Steve takes another step back.

"Eddie, for as long as I can remember you hated me. And yeah, sure, I was stupid and I did some stupid things, but…“ he shrugs one sided. "But I don’t think I deserve to be treated that way. I think I at least deserved a chance. And you never gave me one.“

Eddie blinks. "What do you mean I never gave you a chance, I-"

"Biology, sophomore year,“ Steve interrupts him. "We were assigned lab partners. I tried to really…put all of it aside, tried to get to know you, because actually, Eddie, you know what? I was sort of obsessed with you. Because you were so…loud and so unashamedly yourself, I admired you so much. You didn’t care about anything and you stood up for yourself and that’s something I’ve never been able to do, my whole life. I…“ Steve looks down, sighs a little. "I let people push me around because it’s the only way I feel like I can be of use. But you…you made me believe that maybe actually I…could do it, you know? Like, tell Tommy H. off or something…“ He looks so hurt. Eddie kind of wants to die. "But you…you acted like it was the worst thing ever, getting partnered with me. You didn’t even look at me. You…never gave me a chance, Eddie. So…sorry if one 'you’re actually a good dude, Harrington' doesn’t make me forget all of that, make up for it. Because I’m not so sure I believe you.“

Oh.

Oh no.

Eddie fucked up.

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ilostmyshoe666 · 1 month

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One of my favorite trope for Steddie is Steve hunting down Eddie when the kids join Hellfire and giving him a long list of dos and donts.

At first Eddie thinks he’s just being a prick, and worried he’s going to turn the nerds into freaks like him. Especially when he says not to mention drugs in front of Dustin.

But then he starts pulling out lists of monsters that can’t be in campaigns. And like what??? Why can’t he use demagorgons? They were gonna be in the next combat! He’s tempted to ignore the warnings, in fact he’s all set to, but something about Steve’s face when he was laying it all out haunts him. Something so deadly serious about it. So first he decides to test the waters to see if he’s full of shit.

When the session starts, he makes a throwaway comment, “you’re acting like there’s a mindflayer around the corner.”

All the kids freeze but Wheeler especially looks like he’s going to be sick. He even grabs at the bracelet around his wrist. The one he always said his best friend made him before he moved.

Eddie curses himself for even trying to test it out after that, and immediately bullshits the whole session so he can scrap any hint of demogorgans from the campaign.

After that session he drives straight to Harringtons house and demands they go over all the things he can’t include again, in detail, while he takes notes.

He doesn’t know what’s going on with these freshmen, but he knows trauma when he sees it and well he’d gotten attached to the gremlins.

When he leaves that night, he thinks Steve is looking at him with approval. Like he trusts him with their well-being now.

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ilostmyshoe666 · 1 month

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"see something you like, Harrington?" a little sketch requested by sweet @ cherrymustdie on twitter Eddie really likes Steve's cozy sweater hehe

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ilostmyshoe666 · 1 month

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lmao that last sentence XD XD XD

we all know and love tattoo artist eddie, but hear me out- piercer eddie.

this post is sponsored by the sticker my piercer gave me yesterday that says “i got penetrated by a professional” because i just think that-

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ilostmyshoe666 · 2 months

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Nobody will ever convince me that Steve isn’t the kind of needy omega to come home from his job, immediately rip his pants off, and then go find Eddie to at least cockwarm him before dinner. That boy lives to be knotted and bred full by his alpha mate. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. Steve is a slut, even when he’s bonded.

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"I want you," Steve says, staring deeply into Eddie's eyes, watching several emotions flitter through them before stepping back and gesturing to him expectantly.

Eddie swallows hard and takes a deep breath before looking at the ground and mumbling, "I want you."

Steve sighs and hits his arm. "You have to speak up and make direct eye contact. Come on, try again." Eddie groans loudly and rubs his hands over his face. Steve laughs, "You said you wanted my help sounding sexy or whatever for Hellfire."

Eddie huffs and corrects him, "I don't want Jeff and Gareth making fun of me again when I'm acting out a talented seductress."

Steve raises his eyebrows and puts his hands on his hips. "Then, try it again. Picture someone you actually want, and pretend you're talking to them. Don't think about the Hellfire guys. Just think about that person."

Steve watches as Eddie takes a moment to stare at him before dropping his gaze to the ground. He huffs out a humorless laugh and shakes his head before collecting himself and slowly sauntering up to Steve. Eddie looks up at him through his lashes and lowly, very convincingly says, "I want you."

Goosebumps make their way down Steve's arms and his heart starts practically beating out of his chest. He can't help it as his eyes dip down to Eddie's lips, taking in how soft and pink they look. His tongue darts out to wet his suddenly dry lips, and he has the intense urge to lean in and close the distance between them.

Instead, Eddie takes a step back, and Steve finally looks up at his eyes, seeing a multitude of emotions once again. Neither of them says a word as they stare at each other, a tense silence filling the space between the two of them as Steve takes the moment to process what the hell just happened.

Eddie clears his throat and quietly asks, "Was that... good?"

Right. That's what they were doing. Steve nods and runs a hand through his hair. "Ye-yeah. That was... that was great." He settles his hands on his hips again and nods with a tight expression on his face.

"So... should we continue?"

Steve shrugs and decides to simultaneously torture and confuse himself. "Yeah. We have to see if that strategy works with more phrases, right?"

"Right," Eddie says sounding as hesitant as Steve feels.

"Okay," Steve says with a clap and ignores the way Eddie jumps at the abrupt noise. He juts out his hip and crosses his arms. "So what are some of the other things you'll have to say?"

Eddie's brows furrow and his tongue sticks out momentarily, thoroughly distracting Steve before he asks, "You want to kiss me, don't you?"

Steve's eyebrows and pulse shoot up at record speed. "Sorry?"

"It's... one of the phrases," Eddie says, staring at Steve with concern. "Are you sure you want to keep helping me?"

"Yeah," Steve answers a little too quickly and continues, "Okay, try that one again. Really have fun with it this time. Less like you're telling me- I mean, them, and more like you know a secret of theirs."

Eddie nods. "Less accusatory, more flirtatious. Got it," he says with a wink, a small smile appearing on his face showing off his cute dimples. He reaches up into his hair and twirls a strand of hair around one of his fingers as he asks, "You want to kiss me, don't you?"

Without thinking, Steve blurts out, "Yes."

Eddie's whole flirty act drops. "What?"

"Yes!" Steve says with a weird overabundance of energy that usually only Eddie contains. "That was it! Yes as in, you got it. That was perfect. Next line," Steve rambles out, trying to distract Eddie from his own reaction.

"Why don't you come closer, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, not even pausing to get into character as he just slips into the flirtatious persona effortlessly.

Steve turns away and runs a hand through his hair. "Jesus Christ," he mutters because yes he wants to come closer and-

"Hmm?"

"I said, 'Do another,'" Steve lies.

"While you're not facing me?"

Steve nods. "Need to hear if it's convincing when I can't see you." That's definitely a good lie.

He hears Eddie take a deep breath behind him. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Steve squeezes his eyes shut and finds himself yearning for the phrases to be truthfully directed at him. He tries not to give himself away as he asks, "Isn't D and D interactive? Like you'll have people responding to you?"

Eddie hums in confirmation behind him, and Steve finally turns around, catching a glimpse of fear before Eddie's face goes carefully blank.

"Should we practice that?" Steve asks, truly torturing himself.

Eddie stares at him for a moment and nods. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally commits to asking, "What's someone like you doing here, pretty boy?"

Steve's heart flutters in his chest at the nickname but sinks when he reminds himself that it's not real. "I'm not sure."

"Really?" Eddie asks and steps closer to him, smiling teasingly. "Because I think we both know why you're here."

Steve swallows heavily.

"Why don't you follow me, and I can help you figure it out," Eddie suggests innocently, but there's an edge of something in his voice.

"Okay," Steve answers weakly, completely forgetting how he got here.

Eddie smiles wickedly and grabs his hand, tugging him to the couch and guiding him to sit back. Steve's breath catches when Eddie leans over him and whispers, "Did you come here with anyone else?"

Slightly confused, Steve answers, "No?"

"Good," Eddie says as he straddles him and tilts Steve's head up in a way that has Steve nearly groaning. Eddie leans forward, breath ghosting over Steve's lips as he whispers, "And this is when I kill you."

Steve frowns as Eddie's hand lightly comes down to the top of his chest, clenched in a fist as if holding something. It takes him a few seconds before Steve finally gets what's happening and asks, "This was all a trap?"

"She's not a good character," Eddie states, still hovering mere inches away.

"I agree," Steve says and tilts his head slightly. "She should at least kiss them first. Give them what they want before they die."

"Won't they regret the last thing they ever did was kissing her?"

"Never," Steve states.

Eddie's chest rises and falls noticeably quicker than before. "Even after she betrays them?"

"Never," Steve insists, staring intently into Eddie's eyes, leaning ever so slightly closer.

Something between them breaks, and Eddie's hands fly into Steve's hair, tugging him close as Steve's lips meet his rushed and hungry. Eddie pushes back with the same passion, feeding on the tension that settled between them before.

Steve lingers in the kiss for as long as he can until Eddie pulls away and lightly hits his chest. "Regret it?" he pants against his mouth.

"Never," Steve answers honestly, moving forward to kiss him again.

Days later, when the seductress is reintroduced in the campaign, all the Hellfire guys shift uncomfortably in their seats and beg Eddie to never talk to them the same way he talks to Steve.

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"I want you," Steve says, staring deeply into Eddie's eyes, watching several emotions flitter through them before stepping back and gesturing to him expectantly.

Eddie swallows hard and takes a deep breath before looking at the ground and mumbling, "I want you."

Eddie huffs and corrects him, "I don't want Jeff and Gareth making fun of me again when I'm acting out a talented seductress."

Eddie clears his throat and quietly asks, "Was that... good?"

"So... should we continue?"

Steve shrugs and decides to simultaneously torture and confuse himself. "Yeah. We have to see if that strategy works with more phrases, right?"

"Right," Eddie says sounding as hesitant as Steve feels.

"Okay," Steve says with a clap and ignores the way Eddie jumps at the abrupt noise. He juts out his hip and crosses his arms. "So what are some of the other things you'll have to say?"

Eddie's brows furrow and his tongue sticks out momentarily, thoroughly distracting Steve before he asks, "You want to kiss me, don't you?"

Steve's eyebrows and pulse shoot up at record speed. "Sorry?"

"It's... one of the phrases," Eddie says, staring at Steve with concern. "Are you sure you want to keep helping me?"

Without thinking, Steve blurts out, "Yes."

Eddie's whole flirty act drops. "What?"

"Why don't you come closer, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, not even pausing to get into character as he just slips into the flirtatious persona effortlessly.

Steve turns away and runs a hand through his hair. "Jesus Christ," he mutters because yes he wants to come closer and-

"Hmm?"

"I said, 'Do another,'" Steve lies.

"While you're not facing me?"

Steve nods. "Need to hear if it's convincing when I can't see you." That's definitely a good lie.

He hears Eddie take a deep breath behind him. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Eddie hums in confirmation behind him, and Steve finally turns around, catching a glimpse of fear before Eddie's face goes carefully blank.

"Should we practice that?" Steve asks, truly torturing himself.

Eddie stares at him for a moment and nods. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally commits to asking, "What's someone like you doing here, pretty boy?"

Steve's heart flutters in his chest at the nickname but sinks when he reminds himself that it's not real. "I'm not sure."

"Really?" Eddie asks and steps closer to him, smiling teasingly. "Because I think we both know why you're here."

Steve swallows heavily.

"Why don't you follow me, and I can help you figure it out," Eddie suggests innocently, but there's an edge of something in his voice.

"Okay," Steve answers weakly, completely forgetting how he got here.

Eddie smiles wickedly and grabs his hand, tugging him to the couch and guiding him to sit back. Steve's breath catches when Eddie leans over him and whispers, "Did you come here with anyone else?"

Slightly confused, Steve answers, "No?"

"She's not a good character," Eddie states, still hovering mere inches away.

"I agree," Steve says and tilts his head slightly. "She should at least kiss them first. Give them what they want before they die."

"Won't they regret the last thing they ever did was kissing her?"

"Never," Steve states.

Eddie's chest rises and falls noticeably quicker than before. "Even after she betrays them?"

"Never," Steve insists, staring intently into Eddie's eyes, leaning ever so slightly closer.

Steve lingers in the kiss for as long as he can until Eddie pulls away and lightly hits his chest. "Regret it?" he pants against his mouth.

"Never," Steve answers honestly, moving forward to kiss him again.

Days later, when the seductress is reintroduced in the campaign, all the Hellfire guys shift uncomfortably in their seats and beg Eddie to never talk to them the same way he talks to Steve.

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Eddie’s just talking with Steve one day, complaining about how annoying it is that Robin always knows everything and is always right, when suddenly he get’s this stupid, very stupid idea to try to fool her saying that he and Steve are dating, just to catch her by surprise and prove her wrong. And because Steve can’t say no to him and actually has the biggest crush on the metalhead he goes along with it.

Against all odds, at first it works, because Robin obviously knows about Steve’s gay awakening and crush, so she’s really happy, thinking that the boys finally got their shit together.

But all of a sudden she starts laughing at Eddie, she caught the prank. And he’s so frustrated… like, how the fuck did she suddenly catch it, what gave it away, it doesn’t make sence. But she just laughs even harder, and Steve’s at the back, facepalming and red as a tomato.

‘What the fuck Robin? What kind of witchery is this? Do you have some kind of lesbian power or something?’

‘No, you just gave yourself away… maybe ask Stevie boy over there, he knows.’

‘Steve?’

And he does, Steve knows what gave it away. It was Eddie trying to be annoying to Robin, thinking he would give her the icks if he shared something sexual so he made some stupid remark about how good Steve fucks him, thinking that the boy, being hetero, would prefer if he said it like that. He couldn’t be more wrong.

‘Uhm… I…’

Not daring to say it out loud Steve decides to do something else, so he gets close to Eddie and shyly takes the black handkerchief that the guy always wears in his left pocket, to then put it on his own right pocket, hoping that that makes it clear enough.

‘Oh…’

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It looks like EVERYTHING I’ve ever wanted in an outfit holy crap it’s beautiful

AYO EDEBIRI | 28th Annual Critics Choice Awards

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We can talk in the morning / steddie / fluff / one shot ♡

CW- thumb sucking for comfort this isn’t a kink thing!! Potentially age regression depending on how you see it? Fluff.

A/N- The title is from this song! This is quite possibly my favourite piece of fluff I’ve ever written<3

Steve falls asleep on Eddie’s lap one evening and Eddie just lets him snooze there, occasionally running his fingers through his hair, petting him like a cat. Eagle eyed, he spots that Harrington sucks his thumb in his sleep. Immediately thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world but definitely makes a mental note to tease him about it later. Until he’s moving a strand of hair from around Steve’s face and Steve grabs at his hand. Sliding his own thumb out of his mouth and replacing it with Eddie’s.

Yeah he’s not gonna tease him about it.. It’s far too cute in his eyes. He spends the rest of the evening bent over in an uncomfortable situation because he wouldn’t dare disturb the new display of affection his sleeping boyfriend is showing him.

The next day he has awful back pain from the evening before, Steve asks him why he’s so achey, I mean he didn’t do anything strenuous. Eddie doesn’t want to embarrass him, so doesn’t answer verbally, just places his thumb on Steve’s lips, pushing it gently onto his tongue and smiles. Steve’s face is a picture when he catches on to what he means, blushing almost instantly. He faintly smiles and mouths the word “sorry”. Munson shakes his head, shhh-ing him and stroking the side of his face. “S’ adorable.”

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Eddie couldn't stop staring at Steve's ass.

It’s a thing that’s normally true—he’s always looking at his boyfriend’s ass—but he really couldn't tear his eyes away today.

His incredibly tight basketball shorts have made a reappearance today and Eddie is looking.

He watches as Steve flits around the kitchen, as he leans over the stove to stir something, as he bends over the kitchen island to chop something up.

If Eddie didn't know better, he’d almost say Steve was doing this on purpose to get his attention.

“My eyes are up here,” he hears Steve's voice say and he looks up, caught.

Steve's looking over his shoulder with a smug look on his face, so Eddie gets up and stalks towards him, pressing into his space and grabbing two perfect handfuls of his ass.

“I know where your eyes are, sweetheart. I was looking at something else entirely.”

Steve relaxes back into him, turning his head so their noses brush together. “Yeah?” he asks, a little breathy.

Eddie hums. “I think you know exactly what I was looking at.”

He kisses Steve and squeezes his ass, pulling a gasp out of him.

They only just manage to not burn dinner.

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ITS AMAZING AND EVERYTHING I ASKED FOR FOR CHRISTMAS THANK YOU!!!! (Just- amazing fluff Jfc)

Having thoughts of The Party being touchy as all fuck after everything.

Like you cannot enter nor leave any kind of hang out without a hug, high-five, pat, or anything from everyone you were hanging out with.

And then, suddenly, you aren’t able to leave without a kiss or hug of some kind from Steve.

It started after the bullshit that was the Starcourt Mall. The kids were leaving Steve’s house from a DnD session maybe 2 months before the Byers left for Cali.

Dustin was taking forever to pull his shoes on and get out the house to his moms car and everyone was complaining. It was one of those rare times where Steve wasn’t the one carting them all around— they all had their own rides.

Dustin got his shoes on and Steve handed him his bag and— without thinking— pressed a kiss to the top of his hat before waving him out the door.

The rest of the kids are silent until Mike speaks up bitchily “what about us, asshole?”

Steve has no idea what they mean until El points to her head with a grin. Steve deals out head and forehead kisses for everyone and waves them off to their respective rides.

And then it just— sticks. At first it’s with just the kids whenever he sees them. He’ll usually greet them with a hug or an exasperated sigh and then say goodbye with a kiss to their foreheads.

Not even Mike complains. This is the kind of shit he never got while growing up— might as well make the best of it.

And then it migrates to Robin as well, and the Nancy is joining in on the hugs (they’re still too awkward for the kisses but the hugs are enough for now).

And Steve never holds back, not even in public. Again, no one complains.

And that’s how Hellfire finds out about the kissing arrangement (that might be the title of this if I make it an actual fic). They watch as Steve presses a forehead kiss to Mike, Lucas, and Dustin before waving them off and then presses a kiss to Max’s head and giving her a tight hug.

The guys try to make fun of the kids for it but none of them are embarrassed.

“It’s Steve, dude. He’s like a mom.”

“The kisses are actually really comforting.”

“It’s a Party thing.”

And then the fuckery of 1986 and Vecna happens and suddenly Eddie’s in on the hugs and pats and high-fives.

And then.

He’s in on the kisses.

Steve doles out the kisses like usual one night after Hellfire and gives one to everyone— including Eddie.

And Eddie panics and gives Steve one right back.

And then the kids are going feral about wanting to give Steve a kiss too.

And Eddie leaves during the chaos.

And then they don’t talk about it.

Until Steve and Eddie do it again.

And the kids accept is as the new normal; you have to give Steve a kiss back.

And then Steve and Eddie have an excuse to kiss each other on the foreheads and cheeks and noses.

One night they’re hanging out, just the two of them at the trailer after Wayne left for work.

Steve had greeted Eddie with a tight hug the moment he’d gotten in the trailer. Eddie had squeezed back just as tight if not tighter.

Steve was getting ready to leave, and on instinct leant in to kiss Eddie, but Eddie was also leaning in to kiss Steve. So they meet in the middle and accidentally kiss on the lips.

And then the new normal for Steve and Eddie is kissing on the lips goodbye.

Idk, just Steve being a very touchy feely person makes me so happy

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Steve had been watching the kids play D&D with Robin. They were curled up on a beanbag together, almost painfully wrapped up together. It was so normal that no one batted an eye. And the two of them sitting in the corner to watch the kids play had also become routine enough that it was more unusual to find their corner empty.

Nothing about the afternoon, the day, or even the week, was in anyway odd or unusual. Steve had been feeling better, if anything. It showed too. Even Mike had pulled Dustin aside to ask what had him to much happier. But it was just the fact that everything was starting to look up- Max had taken a noticeable turn for the better, the cracks infection of Hawkins was increasingly slowing down and the amount of monsters had slowed down to the point that Steve didn’t even need to join the patrols.

All in all, Steve considered it a good month. What could possibly go wrong?

The room had started spinning so violently and so suddenly that he couldn’t hold in his confused, distressed noise. All heads in the room turned, just in time to see Steves eyes roll back, slumping back.

“Steve?!” Robin says, shaking him. She struggles to get up with most of him still wrapped around her, with how limp he’s suddenly gone. “Steve!”

Dustin is there in seconds, knees thudding to the floor next to them. “Steve! Oh, shit. Steve!”

“Has he just fainted?” Will asks, stepping forward with the others, hovering nearby. “Should we call an ambulance?”

“Check his pulse,” Mike suggests.

They’re all quiet, tense, watching Robins fingers shift on Steves neck.

“I can’t find it!” She sobs.

Dustin, who’d been checking his pulse via his wrist at the same time, yells, “no, I got it! It’s- shit, it’s faint.”

“Call for an ambulance,” Will tells Mike, already heading for the door. “I’m gonna get El!”

Dustin and Robin struggle, but eventually lift him enough for her to stand up. She insists he check for Steves pulse again, beginning to pace, pulling at her hair.

“Maybe it’s something to do with his head,” she continues to ramble. “I mean, he’s been hit a lot, that must have done some damage, right? And, like, I didn’t notice any lights flickering, but maybe he did and-”

“Robin!”

“Yes?”

“Not helping.”

“RIght. Sorry.” She’s quiet for a moment, continuing to pace, glancing towards the door. Mike can be heard talking on the phone. “But it’s gotta be something normal and easy to explain, right? It’s not like… it’s not like Vecna could have done this… right?”

But Dustin turns to her, slowly, frowning. “Maybe. It would explain why things might have suddenly gotten better. Vecna could still be weak, so a direct attack would take all his energy.”

They both turn, looking at Steve. But there’s nothing obviously wrong with him. He just looks… asleep.

“-in here!” Will is saying, rushing into the room, El hot on his heels.

El gently pushes Dustin aside, kneeling down beside Steve. She grabs his hand, quickly closing her eyes.

She stays there for a long time. Long enough that Mike comes back, warning them that the ambulance should be there any minute. Robin starts to pace again, whilst Will bites his nails. Dustin stays crouched beside El, staring at Steve like he’s tempted to try and jump inside his head alongside El.

“He is… not here.” She eventually says, opening her eyes.

“What does that mean?” Robin asks.

“He is not here,” El repeats. She looks as confused as everyone else. “His mind. It’s… not here.”

“You mean like… Max?” Will says.

“No…” El looks back to Steve. “Her mind is… empty. Hiding. He is gone.”

In the Upside Down, Steve wakes up.

His body doesn’t… feel right. He tries to stand up but, as soon as he tries, his legs wobble and he falls onto all fours… but…

Steve hesitates, looking down nervously. And, if the size of the world hadn’t given it away, the fluffy little paws he’s met with do. He tries to move his hands up, tries to tell himself that he’s just seeing things- but the paws move instead. The wrong feelings match up with the furry little body he’s in.

Panic bubbles up, so overwhelming that he gags. The noise he makes, though, only makes him panic more.

It takes him a long moment to realize that it’s him that’s yowling. It’s him making those sounds. It’s him… meowing.

“Woah, hey,” a soft voice coos. “How’d you get in here?”

Steve jumps around, hissing- but immediately stops. Because that’s…

“Eddie?” Steve tries to say. The meow he makes instead sounds curious.

Eddie smiles, awing at him. He crouches down, slowly extending a hand towards him. “Hi there, little guy. You got a mouth on you, huh? Heard you all the way from the trailer park. You must be pretty spooked. Did you fall in here?”

Steve stares at him, amused and annoyed. He huffs, sitting down, before pointedly tapping one of his paws on the floor. He still remembers the simple morse that Eddie had used to flash their SOS to Dustin… he’s pretty sure.

He barely gets two short taps done, before Eddie Is lifting him up. His hand curls under Steves belly, pulling him up to his chest. Steve yowls, annoyed- but Eddie shushes him. He glances behind him, which is when Steve realizes that he’s scared.

Then he hears the subtle sounds of movement. Something… stalking towards them.

Steve realizes, then, just how vulnerable he is like this. He’s tiny. He’s a fucking cat. If Eddie drops him, leaves him behind for whatever reason, he has no chance of survival.

“Woah, hey, hey,” Eddie whispers, startled, as Steve tries to worm his way inside Eddies jacket. He tugs it open though, curling an around around himself so Steve has some support. “That’s a good idea, you stay there, ok? Stay quiet, shh shh.”

Eddie is still, not moving or even breathing, for a long moment.

Eventually, he heaves a great sigh, gently prying Steve out from inside his jacket. He's careful to support him whilst holding him up for inspection, one hand around his chest and under his front... legs? But he has his other hand flat underneath him to sit on.

"You're so fluffy," Eddie mumbles, turning Steve around. "And clean. Where did you even come from?"

Steve grumbles, trying his hardest to glare.

It just makes Eddie laugh. "You're a fiesty little thing, aren't you?"

He pulls Steve closer, propping him up against his chest, starting to walk... deeper into the forest.

Steve tries to make his confusion clear, though he's not sure it works.

"It's ok, I have a little base set up at Harringtons place," Eddie explains, absentmindedly petting Steves head. "Not many vines there, so it's pretty safe."

Steve tries to wriggle around at the mention of his name, bringing a paw up to pat at Eddies chest, urgently.

"Hey, sh, it's ok," Eddie coos, stroking him from head to butt- Steve hates how much it does sooth him. "You're ok. I'll find you something to eat, ok? You're gonna be fine." Eddie glances down at him, humming. "I should name you, shouldn't I?"

Steve feels his ears droop. He's sure that Eddie will insist on giving him some D&D name, or some other nerd-

"Stevie," Eddie says, grinning at how quickly Steve perks up. "You're just like him, you know? Pretty, fluffy, soft... but also, a little bitchy."

Pretty?

"I shouldn't bore you with stories of old high school crushes though, should I, kitty?"

Steve meows, jumping up. He's too curious now.

Eddie laughs. "Alright, alright... but it's a long story! Don't say I didn't warn you. It starts in 83, he was a year below me..."

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