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Robin walks into Steve and Eddie’s house one day to find Steve crying in the kitchen, and she doesn’t hesitating storming through the house for Eddie because if he made Steve cry she’s going to kill him

Only to find Eddie in the bedroom closet also crying

Turns out they both just said “I love you” to each other for the first time and were both sappy dorks who got overwhelmed with emotion and had to take a step back and cry about it

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Steve, estranged from his parents, is set to inherit a fortune from the equally estranged grandfather he knows nothing about.

This will not only set him up for life, but will go a long way to helping the family he found, and he's ecstatic that he can finally put some of his family's enormous wealth to good use and pissing off his parents while doing it.)

Problem?

The guy was a huge fan of games, puzzles and riddles. The reading of his will isn't one, it's the introduction to one last game he requires Steve to play to inherit, elsewise the fortune goes somewhere undisclosed.

Enter: world champion Logic & Puzzle Master Eddie Munson, bored out of his fucking mind (and utterly failing at writing a mystery-horror novel.)

Dustin, a superfan of Eddie's, reaches out to him begging for help (and agreeing to give him reward money if he does so, a little fact he did not tell Steve) and Eddie agrees, thinking this is going to be a cake walk.

It isn't.

See, turns out, Steve's grandpa is actually Eddie's favorite mystery and tabletop game writer, and a world-class puzzle maker in his own right.

Eddie is losing his mind living out a dream come true, while Steve is rolling his eyes behind him the whole way.

(The twist is that while the inheritance was for Steve, the game was for Eddie, whom Steve's Gramps was well aware of, and the old sot managed to manipulate things so that no matter what route Steve and Co. went, Eddie would eventually get pulled into the game.

He wasn't expecting Eddie and Steve to fall in love along the way but had he watched the entire thing play out live, he would have been delighted by the surprise.)

As a bonus Robin, Nancy and Chrissy get pulled in to a side plot involving them Nancy Drewing a local true crime mystery involving Steve's grandpa's massive fucking house.

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i think you should try again

written for @steddiebingo prompt: scoops | 2k words | T |

It's the first day of summer vacation and Eddie should be overjoyed. Free. The cage that is school has been opened and he should be a bird in flight, stretching his wings and soaring weightless through the world, unladen with places to be or homework to do. But he isn’t—overjoyed or free or flying or any of it. The cage is open but he still feels just as trapped and heavy as ever, dragging himself sullenly around the trailer until even his uncle feels the need to say something about it. 

Wayne, never usually one to give unsolicited advice and who generally tends to stay out of Eddie’s business, finally looks over at him and tells him, “You gotta quit mopin’ around, Ed. This sulking ain’t doin’ anyone any good, especially not yourself. I reckon you’d feel better if you got outside, go do somethin’.” 

Well, Eddie reckons that’d probably make him feel worse actually, but he gets the part that his uncle’s not saying too, and he doesn’t want his sour mood to bring Wayne down as well. So he gets himself dressed and drags himself sullenly around town instead. 

It’s the new Starcourt Mall’s grand opening today and it’s packed to the brim with high school kids enjoying their break and graduated seniors celebrating their freedom. And it does make Eddie feel worse. He takes it out on a particularly loud, whooping jock in the food court, shoulder-checking him hard and receiving an elbow to the ribs and a “Watch it, freak!” in return. Stupid fucking town. Eddie pulls a devil face, and watching the jock and his friends recoil from him lifts his spirits only marginally. 

What does lift his spirits is wandering to get ice cream and happening across the one and only freshly graduated senior in this place who isn’t free or celebrating. Steve Harrington stands behind the counter of a Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor in a totally dorky sailor uniform complete with a hat, a sight that makes Eddie fight a smile for the first time all day. 

Eddie approaches the counter with a grin, looking Steve up and down. “You know, I was feeling like shit today, but I think this just cheered me up.” 

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know, I look ridiculous.”

“Nah, it’s kind of cute, actually,” Eddie says, because it is, and because he’s curious how Steve will react. 

Steve blinks, expression split between a flattered smile and skeptically raised eyebrow. “Thanks? Um.” He shakes his head as if shaking off Eddie’s comment, putting his customer service smile back on gesturing towards the selection of ice cream. “So, what can I get for you today?”  

Eddie shrugs. “What do you recommend to cure a shitty mood?” 

“Well, something chocolate usually works,” Steve answers, “but it depends on what's got you down.” 

“I didn't graduate,” Eddie says, which should be common knowledge by now. “Again. So I’m not really feeling the summer excitement like everyone else.” 

“Ah, right.” Steve nods with a slightly awkward, sympathetic smile. “Definitely chocolate then,” he decides, grabbing a scooper and flipping it in his hand as he slides over to the tubs of ice cream. “How do you feel about Rocky Road?” 

Eddie smiles a little. “It's my favorite.” 

Steve gets to scooping, quiet for a minute and then he says, “I didn't get into college.” 

“Oh.” 

“Not a single one. Not even community college. That's why I'm here. So, you know—I get it.” 

“Yeah.” Eddie appreciates the attempt at solidarity, he really does, but, “At least you graduated.” 

“Yeah…” Steve sheepishly breaks eye contact as he sprays whipped cream onto the ice cream he's scooped. “Are you gonna try again?” 

“I’m not sure yet. I have until the end of the month to decide,” Eddie says, and that seems to be the end of the conversation. 

Steve hands him a sundae with three scoops but only charges him for one, a kindness Eddie isn't quite sure how to respond to, so he doesn't—just pays and finds a booth to sit and eat at. 

He picks somewhere where he can keep Steve in his eyeline, still amused by those sailor shorts and intrigued by the odd little conversation they just had. Steve Harrington is nothing like Eddie expected, nothing like he seemed to be in high school, and the more Eddie watches him, the clearer that becomes. 

Steve’s off his game, keeps trying and failing to flirt with girls who come up to the counter. Whatever smooth charm he was once purported to have in those King Steve days of yore is nowhere in sight now and instead he seems to wear an ill-fitting mask of false confidence, blustering to some poor girl about postponing college in favor of getting real life work experience as if it was his own wise choice to scoop ice cream in a sailor outfit, but his eyes betray a look just as trapped and heavy as Eddie’s been feeling lately. Maybe there is solidarity to be found here after all. 

The girl leaves with her ice cream and Steve looks up to catch Eddie watching him, a startling, unintentional moment of direct eye contact. Steve gives a tiny smile and a small shrug—in embarrassment maybe, or just simple acknowledgement—but Eddie doesn’t see it long enough to interpret it, already looking away and snapping his attention back to the slowly melting sundae in front of him. He eats his ice cream and doesn’t look over again, allowing Steve the dignity of striking out with the next girl unwitnessed. It’s cruel to visibly revel in another’s failure, and while there are many people Eddie would love to be cruel to today, Steve isn’t one of them. 

So Eddie watches everyone else instead. As the natural curative powers of chocolate ice cream and marshmallows work their magic on his bad mood, he alleviates his bitterness further and entertains himself by imagining great, fantastical harm befalling anyone he sees whom he finds irritating. Snickering mean girls are cursed by wizards; obnoxious jocks are eaten by dragons; celebrating seniors are torn apart by hoards of goblins. 

“I think you should try again.”

Eddie blinks out of his daydream of a particularly vicious dragon to see Steve pulling up a chair, those stupid shorts riding up his thighs obscenely as he sits. Not that Eddie’s looking—he’s not (he is). He blinks again, pulls his gaze back to Steve’s face. “What?” 

“High school, graduating,” Steve says, “I think you should try again.” 

“Yeah, I don’t know,” Eddie says with a scoff of a laugh, trying to sound light because he’s really not sure why Steve cares. “Going back for a third senior year is a bit pathetic, isn’t it?” 

“Not as pathetic as giving up,” Steve tells him. “And you never struck me as the type.” 

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t realize you took that much notice of me, Harrington.” 

“Kinda hard not to when you were stomping on top of cafeteria tables every other day, Munson,” Steve points out, like duh. 

“Touché,” Eddie mutters. 

“You’ve got grit, man, is what I’m trying to say,” Steve continues. “You know—you’re bold, you’re tough, you don’t back down. You parade on top of lunch tables and rail against the stereotypes put on you, and that doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d let anyone, not even himself, tell him he can’t. So what’s one more senior year? What’s one more try to finally graduate and stick it to everyone who never thought you could? If anyone can do it this time, it’s you.” 

He says all this in what Eddie can only assume to be his best ‘team captain’ voice, an expert tone of firm encouragement and optimistic passion that Eddie can vividly imagine Steve (tiny basketball shorts included) having used in locker room speeches to rally the spirits and self-confidence of his teammates before they took to the field—or court, or whatever. The Hawkins High basketball team never won much in Steve’s time, but Eddie bets they had great morale. 

“Right, yeah,” he says, attempting to remain guardedly nonchalant even as his chest glows warm with Steve’s unexpected praise. “Thanks for the pep talk.”

Steve nods, smiles. “Of course.” And that could’ve been the end of it, but Steve stays seated, taps his fingers against the table, and surprises Eddie again by saying, “And, hey, um, you run that Dungeons and Dragons club at school, right? Hell-something?” 

“Hellfire, yeah,” Eddie confirms, adding Steve Harrington knows what D&D is? to the ever-growing list of things that have bewildered and intrigued him about Steve today. “Why?”

“There’s a couple of kids I kind of babysit, they’re gonna be freshmen next year and they’re really into that nerd stuff—like, total geeks,” Steve says. Easy targets, he means. He shrugs. “So, you know, if you did decide to stick around another year, it’d be nice for them to have someone to look out for ‘em.”

“Ah,” Eddie says. Now this all makes a little more sense. He points his spoon at Steve. “There it is, the ulterior motive.” Steve doesn’t care about him; he hasn’t been trying to talk him into a third senior year for Eddie’s sake, but for the sake of a bunch of nerdy kids he knows. Which, actually, is still kind of sweet. 

Steve rolls his eyes. “Put that accusing spoon down, Munson, there’s no ulterior motive. I meant what I said before, too. I want you to try again for you, because you really are tough and I really do think you can do it. But also because there are some kids who might need you. Both of those things can be true.”

Eddie puts his accusing spoon down and uses it to take another bite of his soupy ice cream instead. “I guess.” 

“And, who knows, maybe I want it for me too,” Steve adds flippantly, and Eddie can’t tell if he’s being serious or if this is just a cheeky hypothetical to further his point. “You know, I drive those kids around a lot, I’ll probably be picking them up from those Hellfire meetings. Maybe I want to see more of you. Maybe all three of those things can be true.” 

Hypothetical or not, Eddie can’t hold back his oddly endeared smile anymore. “Alright,” he concedes, “you’ve made your point.” 

Steve grins back. “I’ve gotta get back to work,” he says, finally standing up. He drops a hand onto Eddie’s shoulder as he passes by, a brief, lingering squeeze. “Just think about it.” 

Eddie glances at his shoulder as if half expecting the touch to have sunk into his skin and left some sort of imprint. It hadn’t, of course. He scrapes up the last of his sundae and quickly stands before Steve can get too far. “Hey, Steve?” 

Steve pauses and turns around. 

“I think you should try again too.” 

“What, with college and stuff? Yeah, I know, I’ll probably reapply next year.” 

“Well, yeah, good, that too,” Eddie says, “but I meant— I saw you strike out with that girl earlier; I think you should try again. You’ve got a lot going for you, really, and I, uh, I think a lot more people would see that if you didn’t put up some weird facade of over-the-top confidence. So- yeah, I think you should try again, but be honest, be yourself, you know, without all that bluster.”

Steve smiles, a slow, bemused sort of smile that borders on a smirk, as his head tilts and his eyes glance Eddie over. “I just did,” he says, and then he’s turning away again. “I’ll see you around, Eddie.” 

It takes a couple seconds of buffering time for Eddie to process exactly what Steve meant by that, and by then Steve’s already gone, back to work and busy. “Yeah, you will,” Eddie mutters in delayed, unnecessary response, grinning to himself as he throws away his empty sundae cup and walks out of there in far better spirits than he’d entered with. 

He still doesn’t know yet if he’ll be going back to Hawkins High for another try at senior year, but he does know that he’ll definitely be coming back here, to Scoops Ahoy, for another try at Steve Harrington.

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My inspiration came a little bit back after the djo shows I guess haha

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Ah!! I'm so excited to see what this is!

👀 for the WIP game

hehehe happily :)

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He could not continue to let Steve go down his current rabbit hole. “I'm sorry. I panicked. It's just- you gotta see where I'm coming from, man. This is absolutely insane. I mean, c’mon, Harrington, we barely know each other.”

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movie night!🎞️

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Capture the Moment

For @switcheddieweek | prompt: aftermath and art | rating: E| wc: 3155 | Pairings: Nancy/Eddie, minor Steddie | cw: none | Eddie uses cunt, pussy, and cock for his bits. Summary: Nancy’s writing an article and needs Eddie’s help. AO3

“Wait, you want me to be the focal point?” Eddie asked incredulously. Nancy paced the length of their kitchen, waving her hands as she spoke.

“My article is on the duality of the control in kink; giving and taking.” Nancy explained.

“Right, but what does that have to do with me?” Eddie raised his eyebrows in confusion. His girlfriend stopped, turning to him with a gentle smile.

“Eddie, you’re the only person I know who can take control just as freely as give it.” Nancy knelt next to his chair and took his hands in hers. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” Then she made her final point. “You’re the only one Steve trusts.”

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That was two weeks ago. Last week was the session with Steve and today they got the first set of pictures. Eddie flicked through the freshly developed photos, a blush high on his cheeks. Dozens of pictures portraying him and Steve in a variety of positions.

A close up of his ringed hand against Steve’s throat, his rings the focus. Another with Steve choking on his strap, the mascara Eddie applied for him running down his pretty face. Steve's thick ass covered in crisscrossed red lines from a crop, the jiggling flesh caught in a still frame as Eddie pounded into him.

But his favorite was the shot of the aftermath. Steve’s arms were attached to the headboard and each calf was bound to a thigh in a perfect frog-tie, his face was covered in his own cum.

He fucked Steve for hours that night, edging him over and over until he was begging and drooling.

“You wanna cum, slut?” He asked teasingly.

“Yes, please. Sir I can’t take anymore.” Steve whined. Eddie grabbed Steve’s neglected dick and aimed it away from himself.

“Cum then.” He said as he thrust punishingly against Steve’s prostate, laughing devilishly as ropes of cum shot up his body so far they landed in Steve’s hair.

The sounds of the camera snapping shot after shot didn’t phase him at all; even if it was his girlfriend behind the lens.

Tonight, Eddie and Nancy would take the stage.

In true Nancy fashion, she wouldn’t do anything half-assed; meaning just like the first time, everything was organic in nature. No staged pictures, no poses, just the two of them twisted in the throws of passion…and Steve with a camera.

For some reason Eddie was more nervous tonight than last time, maybe because he’d be the vulnerable one? More likely because he’s never been this vulnerable in front of Steve. He was Nancy's coworker, a friend they've done other art projects with; but, Eddie's never subbed in front of him.

He shook his head to clear away the anxiety. He's subbed for Nancy frequently, if he did what he did the first time and ignored the camera he'd be fine.

He’s startled from his thoughts by the keys jingling in the lock. Like a puppy eagerly awaiting its master, he darted to the front door pulling Nancy into his arms.

“Welcome home.” He said, kissing her deeply. It's not like they'd gone a long time without seeing each other, but the pictures and the plan for tonight had him wet and ready.

“I take it you're ready to get this show on the road.” Nancy laughed.

“I can't help it. Been thinking about tonight since last week.” He mumbled into her neck. She giggled cutely before snapping her fingers once. Immediately, Eddie stepped away with his hands behind his back.

“Go get the bedroom set up while Steve and I get the camera ready.” She said authoritatively. Eddie scampered off to the bedroom, turned on the bright filming lights, and stripped down to nothing. He grabbed Nancy's favorite harness and the dildo he wanted, dropping them both on the bed, before kneeling on his cushion with his back straight, eyes forward, hands clasped in his lap.

The sound of the camera’s shutter alerted him to Nancy and Steve's presence, but he didn't flinch. She wanted him to be a perfect statue and that's what he'd be.

“Good boy.” She said, the smile clear in her tone. Eddie suppressed the shudder those words caused, flexing his fingers just a little.

“Want to help me get this on?” Nancy asked.

“Yes, please.” He tried desperately to hold still, but he wiggled impatiently. Luckily, she was forgiving today.

“Go ahead, baby.”

Eddie quickly turned to find his girlfriend completely naked, holding the strap on out to him. With an audible gulp, he held the harness steady for Nancy to step into and attached the dildo properly. She pet his hair in thanks before jumping on the bed, scooting until her back was against the headboard.

“Can I get you ready?” She asked him as she pat her leg. Eddie sat in Nancy’s lap, knees spread on either side of her small thigh.

Their size difference always tickled Eddie; he was nearly a foot taller than her, yet with a single touch he was a puddle at her feet.

Nancy stroked along Eddie’s cunt smiling softly when his breathing hitched. Her middle finger pushed inside him and he blushed at the wet squelch that filled the room. The camera shuttered and his eyes darted over to see Steve crouched near the bed.

A slap landed on his thigh and he yelped turning back to his girlfriend.

“Eyes on me, baby. Ignore him.” She reminded him softly.

“Yes, ma’am.” He stared deeply into her eyes and gasped when she added two fingers at once. With three fingers deep inside his cunt, Nancy nudged against his g-spot, twisting her wrist to rub the tip of his cock at the same time.

Moaning low in his throat, Eddie rocked against Nancy’s hand leaving a trail of pre along her thigh. His hands twitched by his sides and he bit his lip making his eyes as big and wet as he could, hoping she'd hear the silent request.

“You can touch, baby.” Immediately Eddie groped a tit with each hand, squeezing and pinching her nipples. “Suck on them.” Nancy grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him down to her chest. He groaned and leaned forward sucking a nipple into his mouth harshly.

As he rocked his hips harder, he switched to her other nipple rolling the bud between his teeth as he ran his thumb along the supple skin. Nancy bullied a forth finger inside him and he cried out.

“I’m close, mistress. Can I cum?” He whined. Nancy raised her eyebrow challengingly.

“Is that who I am?” She asked skeptically. Eddie furrowed his brows in concentration, he was starting to float to that place where words lost their meaning. When he finally understood what she meant he flushed from head to toe.

“Please can I cum, mommy?” He asked properly. A gentle smile lit up her face and she nodded. “Thank you, mommy. Thank you.” He sighed, his eyes squeezing shut. His cunt pulsed around her fingers as she worked him through it, stilling once he relaxed against her chest.

“You think you can ride me baby?” Nancy asked after he caught his breath. He pulled back to stare at her through heavy lidded eyes.

“Always.” But when he rose to his knees, and over her strap, Nancy stopped him with a hand on his hip.

“I want you to turn around so your back is to my chest and ride me that way. Can you do that?” Nancy asked.

“Yes, mommy.” He mumbled as he shimmed around carefully so as not to kick his girlfriend in the face. That’s when he remembered they weren’t alone. Steve stood at the foot of the bed, camera at the ready.

“Um, mommy.” Eddie whispered nervously, curling into himself a little. It was ludicrous, he’d been on camera before and besides he didn’t want to be bad.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. Mommy’s here. Just close your eyes, love.” She whispered. Eddie did as he was told, letting his eyes slip shut and focused on her hands on his hips, slowly lowering him down until the tip of the strap rested at his entrance.

“Can I put it in now?” Nancy asked and when he nodded, she entered him slowly like he was fragile. Eddie’s eyes burst open in shock for a moment, not expecting her to do so without forcing him to speak.

“You’re being so nice to me today.” Eddie sighed as he leaned his head back against the headboard; he was too tall to rest on her shoulder like he wanted so he had to settle for her hands around his waist.

“You deserve it, love. You’re doing so well today and letting me use you for my project. The least I can do is be nice right?” Nancy laughed. He was truly floating now that the dildo was in to the hilt. His half lidded eyes gazed down at Steve but he didn’t mind anymore.

Whispered praises, good boy, perfect love, and so gorgeous, blessed him as he held still, adjusting to the weight inside him. His mind emptied and his body turned syrupy.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, with Nancy’s strap filling him up, his cunt stretched around the base, and her hands caressing the length of his body as he relaxed on a cloud. But eventually, he wanted more.

“Mommy?” He asked, though the words were slurred.

“Yes, my love?” Nancy’s breath blew hot on his neck, making him shiver.

“Can you be mean?” The request was so quiet if Nancy wasn’t so close she wouldn’t have heard it.

“Yeah, baby? You want mean mommy?” She growled and grabbed his hair tightly pulling him back.

“Yes, please.” He keened. Teeth dug into the meat of his shoulder and he moaned in pleasure.

“Get up, all fours baby.” Punctuating the demand with a slap to his thigh. Eddie popped off her strap, whining at the empty feeling before falling forward onto his hands and knees. He dropped down to his elbows, the arch of his back deepening.

“Good boy.” The praise made Eddie preen and he spread his knees, showing off his wet cunt to her.

“Like what you see?” Eddie teased, wiggling his ass back and forth. A harsh slap landed on his ass making him cry out. Nancy gave him no time to recover as she spanked one cheek after the other until he was sure his ass would be red and sore. He jerked forward with each hit desperate for some friction.

“You gonna cum from this?” Nancy sneered.

“Yeah, hurts so good, gonna-fuck!” He cried as the next slap hit his cunt instead.

“Cum whenever you want.” Nancy smiled and spanked his pussy harder. The audible wet smack brought a flush to his cheeks and he buried his head in the blankets.

He lost count, as the hits alternated between his ass and cunt, until he threw his head back with a moan, cumming hard enough to see stars. His cunt was still fluttering with after shocks when he glanced over his shoulder just as Steve snapped a picture.

He groaned, imagining what he looked like; face down, ass up, hair a wild mess, eyes glazed over, the cheeks on his face just as red as his ass, and if he had to guess, he’d bet the shot was focused on his pussy, glistening with cum.

“You want to tease me again, baby?” Nancy asked threateningly before biting down on the reddened skin.

“Fuck! No, no mommy. I’m sorry.” Eddie cried, tears filling his eyes. No doubt about it, his ass would be bruised tomorrow.

“That’s what I thought.” With no warning, Nancy shoved the strap inside Eddie’s dripping cunt setting a brutal pace.

“Oh God!” Eddie screamed gripping the sheets tightly to keep himself in place. He rocked back into Nancy’s thrusts, fucking himself deeper each time.

“You like that, baby?” Nancy smirked.

“Harder, mommy please.” Eddie begged. He bit the blanket under him attempting to stifle his noises.

“Yeah? You want me to pound your tight pussy?” Gathering Eddie’s long hair into a ponytail, she used it to yank him up, so he could be heard clearly.

With her free hand, she gripped his hip hard enough to bruise, pulling him back onto the strap. Sounds of their slapping skin filled the room, Eddie whining in harmony. Each thrust nailed his g-spot, ratcheting his pleasure up and punching loud, high pitched ah, ah, ahs out of him.

“Touch your cock, Eddie. I wanna feel you cum on my dick.” Nancy growled. He raised a shaky hand to his cock, tugging on it with two fingers and his thumb. It only took two strokes.

“Please, please. Mommy can I cum? Please let me cum!” He begged. An agonizing amount of time passed and he really thought she’d deny him. “Please, I’ve been a good boy haven't I? I wanna cum on your cock. Please mommy, please. Please.” He babbled over and over.

“Count to five, baby. Then ask again.” Nancy brought her hand back down on his ass again; that’s when he realized it wasn’t seconds he was counting.

“One.” He cried out. Smack.

“Two!” Each blow brought him closer to the edge, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back. Smack.

“Three!” He shouted. “Oh fuck, I’m so close, I can’t make it.” He whined, but his hand on his cock never slowed.

“You can and you will.” Nancy said, her hips moving faster in retaliation. Smack.

“Four! Please, mommy.” Eddie’s toes curled, his muscles twitched with the effort to hold back.

“One more, you can do it.” Smack.

“Five. Please can I cum?” He shouted, sobs racked his body as his limbs shook from exhaustion.

“Cum, baby.” Nancy ordered. Eddie’s eyes rolled back into his head and his vision whited out as he finally gave in.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Eddie keened, his cunt clenched down so hard the strap popped right out, he curled forward as jolts of pleasure shot through him, zipping down his spine. Then everything faded.

When he finally came back down, he was cleaned up, and dressed in his boxers. The bedsheets were fresh, but he was all alone in them. Confused tears sprang to his eyes as he looked around for any sign of his girlfriend but found none. A pitiful whine escaped his throat as the tears fell.

In no time he was sobbing, curled up on his side, arms around his knees in an attempt to hold himself together. Then, the bedroom door creaked open.

“Mommy?” He mumbled, blinking his eyes quickly to clear his blurry vision. There Nancy was, holding a tray of fruit in one hand, a mug of hot chocolate in the other, with a bottle of water tucked under each arm. The gentle smile on her face slipped into a frown of concern when she saw his tear stained face.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” She asked as she quickly set everything down and crawled back into bed. He clung to her shirt, burying his face in the soft fabric.

“I woke up and you were gone.” He hiccuped. “Thought you weren’t coming back.”

Nancy cooed softly, and pulled Eddie away from her chest so she could press kisses all over his face.

“I’m sorry, darling. I went to let Steve out and grab you a snack. It took a little longer than I thought.” She cupped his cheeks gently. “But, I will always come back, okay?”

“Promise?” Eddie sniffled, placing his hands on top of hers.

“Promise.” Nancy whispered. “You’re my baby boy. The best boy, and I love you. I’m never leaving my best boy.”

Eddie sighed contently, accepting that she meant it, and sat up against the headboard. He pulled her in between his legs, mindful off his sore bottom, and let her feed him from the tray. She alternated between the fruit, hot chocolate, and water until everything was gone.

“Let’s go to sleep, baby.” Nancy whispered, petting along Eddie’s wild mane.

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” He pouted. A part of him was embarrassed by the question but a larger part of him couldn’t go to sleep if he’d wake up alone again.

“I will, I promise.”

And Nancy always keeps her promises.

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A few days later, the pictures of Eddie and Nancy arrived. Just like the week before, Eddie flipped through them finding his favorites and comparing the two sets.

One showed Eddie perched on Nancy’s lap, her fingers in his cunt as he gazed down at her adoringly. In the next one, he sat unmoving, impaled on the strap; the view was focused on Nancy’s tiny hands that rested on his thighs, his glassy eyes stared right at the camera.

His face heated up when he flipped to the next one and saw himself mid-orgasm; his head was thrown back, showing off his neck, his lips parted around a scream, and only the whites of his eyes were visible.

His favorite though must have been taken while he was out of it. Nancy was on her back, with Eddie splayed out on top of her. He had one leg thrown over her lap, his slick was still wet on his thighs, and hand prints marked his ass. But, it was the look of love and adoration on Nancy’s face that had him in a choke hold.

He’d never admit it, but he teared up when he saw that; he loved her in a way he’d never loved before and he always thought she never felt as strongly. Even though they’ve been together for a few years, he still had a hard time believing she wouldn’t leave him for someone better.

But the way she looked at him in this picture, made him trust that she meant it when she said she wasn’t going anywhere. She meant it when she called him perfect. She meant it when she said I love you.

This time he didn’t hear the door open, just felt tiny hands wrap around his waist.

“Can we keep this one?” Eddie whispered, holding the photo up.

“Of course, baby. You are a work of art.” Nancy kissed his cheek. “I want every moment we have together frozen in time so I can carry them around in my pocket.” The soft words caught him off guard and he didn’t know how to tell her that it was her image frozen in that moment that he needed with him forever.

She skipped toward the bedroom, saying something about changing out of her work clothes. Once she disappeared around the corner, Eddie pulled the little velvet box from it’s hiding place and decided he didn't need the perfect moment.

Dropping the picture onto the kitchen table, he ran after his girlfriend. Any moment was perfect if it was with her.

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Devoured On The Peak

Written for Switch Eddie Week's June 23rd & 24th prompts: Humiliation, Elbow Grease, Spit/Fluid, and Perfume!

Steddie | Rated: E | 10.2K | CWs: Humiliation kink | Tags: See the tags on the AO3 post!

[ AO3 ] Summary & Excerpt

Steve needs practice, and Eddie's his willing test dummy, even if he might regret letting everyone watch.

--- Oh.

Well.

If Steve’s not done with him... he just... he’ll...

He just won’t cum.

Eddie forces his eyes open, blinking a few times to clear his vision. Everyone is still paying attention to him.

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prompt: dream

(for @mugloversonly , originally posted on my bluesky here)

(cw: flashing)

”¿ǝɯ ɹɐǝɥ noʎ uɐɔ 'ǝʌǝʇS“

w̲h̲y̲ ̲d̲o̲n̲’̲t̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲p̲u̲t̲ ̲o̲n̲ ̲a̲ ̲t̲a̲p̲e̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲ ̲u̲s̲,̲ ̲S̲t̲e̲v̲i̲e̲?̲

“—oʇ ɓuıʎɹʇ s’ǝɥ 'ɯɐǝɹp ɐ s’ʇı 'lɐǝɹ s’ʇı ɟo ǝuoN“

g̲o̲ ̲a̲h̲e̲a̲d̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲p̲i̲c̲k̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲f̲a̲v̲o̲r̲i̲t̲e̲

”Ԁ∩ Ǝ⋊∀ʍ oʇ pǝǝu noʎ 'ǝsɐǝld 'ǝʌǝʇS“

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okay so post s4, steve is barely able to save eddie and drag him to the hospital, and steve is running around trying to keep everyone safe and sane until he runs himself ragged and collapses bc of course he didn’t see the need to get his own injuries attended to.

and at first, that’s what everyone thinks happened — that he just pushed himself too far and that his body finally made him take a much deserved break.

except — steve doesn’t wake up.

except — the very same moment he collapses, is the same exact moment max wakes up, is the same exact moment eleven crosses the border into hawkins

except — the longer steve doesn’t wake up, the worse he gets, the more what look like black, poisoned veins start to spread from his wounds because while vecna had haunted his previous victims so he could kill them and open the gates, he needs steve to last as long as possible so that he can drain every last drop from him and be able to gain back enough energy to take on eleven and finish his plans

so he traps steve in a dream world, having him play tape after tape of his greatest hits, his favorite memories, of all his hopes and dreams and fantasies — all the while the rest of the party are forced to watch him get worse and worse and have no idea how to fix it

(eventually they realize what’s going on and while el is working on closing the gates, fighting monsters, etc, will — who has come into some powers of his own — works on trying to break into steve’s head, bringing eddie with him since he’s stuck on bed rest while he heals & wants to help save steve)

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{send me a 📷 and a one-word prompt and i’ll make you a moodboard and a lil concept to go with it!} (yes i know this isn’t a moodboard but i don’t control how Inspiration™️ manifests lmao)

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au where steve/eddie/robin are hanging out at eddie’s and out of the blue robin asks the room “how long is your ideal hug?”

and with zero hesitation steve replies “at least 45 minutes. probably a good hour or two if i could swing it”

eddie and robin blink.

robin: …i don’t think that’s very realistic, dingus

steve, still reading his magazine and not at all paying attention to the way robin and eddie are Looking at him: *scoffs bitchily* you said ideal, rob, not realistic

and this is where steve will swear that robin and eddie have developed their own psychic link because the next thing he knows, eddie is yanking steve down so he’s laying on top of eddie on the couch and robin is laying down on top of him and: “guys what the fUck”

robin and eddie, in unison: steve sandwich

steve, softly but with feeling: what the fuck

eddie: let us give you your ideal hug, okay sweetheart?

steve, dying inside but also fucking Living: …okay c:

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(originally posted on bluesky here)

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Something Real

One movie, one confrontation, and one shared bucket of popcorn makes Eddie start to realise that maybe he never really knew Steve at all—and maybe, just maybe, he wants to. Also on AO3 [Here]

Eddie Munson has been waiting for weeks for this movie to come out.

It’s a low-budget horror flick with a cult following and a killer soundtrack. None of Eddie’s friends were available or particularly interested in going, but that’s fine, he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He’s got his overpriced popcorn, a drink the size of his head, and a seat smack in the middle of the theatre. Perfect.

Or it is up until Steve Harrington walks in.

Eddie notices him immediately. It’s hard not to. He’s got that hair, that walk, the tiny moles on his face that make him look soft and a great body. The subject of Eddie’s most hopeless, pathetic high school crush. And of course, he’s not alone. There’s a girl on his arm, pretty in a polished, too perfect kind of way.

He watches, curious despite himself. Steve’s always been a bit of an enigma. Eddie’s heard the stories. King Steve. Heartbreaker. Every bit the stereotypical leader of the jocks, treating women like objects and everyone else like loyal subjects for him to look down on.

But what Eddie sees now doesn’t match up with those stories at all.

Steve opens the door for the girl with a soft, “After you,” and she brushes past him without a word. When she stumbles on the stairs, he catches her gently by the elbow, murmurs an apology for touching her without warning, and offers his arm for balance the rest of the way.

Eddie blinks. Huh.

They settle into their seats two rows down and directly in front of Eddie.

Of course they do.

The movie doesn’t start for another thirty minutes, not even trailers yet, but Eddie’s already more interested in the Steve Harrington Show than whatever’s going to be on screen. He feels like he’s getting a sneak peek behind the scenes into Steve’s world and it’s nothing like he imagined.

They sit. She shivers under the AC, and Steve immediately shrugs off his jacket and offers it to her. Then he offers to switch seats so she’s not directly under the vent.

Surprisingly, Steve’s the perfect gentleman. He asks about her day, offers her popcorn, and laughs at a joke that leans more mean than funny—though Eddie catches the subtle flicker of discomfort in his posture when she’s not looking.

He compliments her hair and outfit, asks what kind of music she’s into, and even admits to liking '70s rock. It’s something Eddie never expected to hear from him but can’t help respecting. It’s the kind of detail that makes Eddie pause, realizing with a jolt that they might have a few songs in common. And that’s unexpectedly disarming.

Steve even double-checks if she’s sure she’s okay with horror movies, offering to see something else if she’s not.

“Why? Are you scared?” she teases.

“Terrified,” Steve replies with a grin. “But I figured if I screamed, you’d protect me.”

Eddie nearly chokes on a kernel of popcorn.

That was smooth. Like, actually smooth. It wasn’t cocky or rehearsed. It was playful and self-aware. The line showed Steve didn’t take himself too seriously, a refreshing contrast to the image-obsessed popular kids Eddie had grown up resenting. He leans forward slightly, eyes narrowing like he’s trying to solve a tricky riff. That line might’ve even worked on him. He’s always been a sucker for someone who knows how to be a little silly without losing sincerity.

“Huh,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He shifts in his seat, suddenly more invested in this pre-show than the actual movie he’s paid to see.

But then the girl leans in, voice low and suggestive. “I didn’t expect you to take me on a date like this. When I said we should watch a movie, I thought we’d grab one from the rental store and watch it at your place. Or, you know… somewhere more private.”

She walks her fingers up his chest in a way that makes Eddie want to gag.

Eddie rolls his eyes. Here we go.

He braces for the shift; the moment Steve drops the nice guy act and becomes the player everyone says he is. The moment he starts acting like the stereotypical meathead jock who only cares about getting girls into bed and out again before they get too attached. God forbid a straight guy have actual emotions or care about someone beyond the surface.

But it doesn’t come.

“Oh,” Steve says, shoulders going stiff. He takes hold of her hand and moves it away from his chest but holds onto it gently. “I thought we could spend some time together. Get to know each other. This is just our first date, after all, right?”

“I guess.” The girl shrugs. “I just thought you were supposed to be into showing girls a good time. I’ve heard the rumors.”

Steve laughs, but it’s nervous. Hollow. His eyes flick toward the fire exit like he’s considering a tactical retreat.

“Yeah, uh… you don’t need to worry about that,” he says. “I was kind of a mess in junior year. I’ve learned a lot since then. Hookups were fun, sure, but they never really felt good after. I’d rather have something real now.”

“Hmm,” she says, unimpressed and takes her hand back, turning back to the screen.

Eddie frowns. Something about her tone grates on him. Dismissive. Like Steve just offered her a piece of himself and she tossed it aside without looking.

He shifts again, but this time it’s not out of amusement. His smirk is gone, replaced by a furrowed brow and a faint scowl. He watches Steve fumble through the conversation, trying to be honest and vulnerable and getting nothing but attitude in return.

And it bugs him. More than it should.

Maybe it’s because he’s seen too many guys like Steve get away with being jerks. But here’s Steve, trying to be better, trying to be real, and this girl’s treating him like he’s a joke.

Eddie knows what that feels like. To be misunderstood. To have people assume the worst of you based on old stories and high school gossip. And it sits right on his last nerve to watch it happen to someone else.

The conversation shifts.

Not in a dramatic way. There are no raised voices, no sudden outbursts, just a slow, steady unraveling. It’s like watching a thread being pulled loose from a sweater.

The girl starts interrupting Steve. Not just once, but over and over. She talks over him, cuts him off mid-sentence, contradicts him just to do it. When he mentions liking a certain band, she scoffs and says they’re overrated. When he shares a memory about a summer job, she calls it boring.

Eddie watches it all unfold like a car crash in slow motion.

Steve doesn’t snap. Doesn’t even push back. He just absorbs the impact of it. Smiles tightly. Tries to steer the conversation back to neutral ground. He’s patient, too patient. Like he’s used to this and he’s trying not to make a scene.

Eddie’s scowl deepens.

He doesn’t know why it’s bothering him so much. Maybe it’s because he expected Steve to be the problem. Expected him to be the shallow one. But instead, he’s watching Steve try—really try—to be kind, to connect and make something work. And this girl is steamrolling him like he’s not even there.

It’s uncomfortable. And not in the way Eddie usually enjoys.

The lights dim. A hush falls over the theatre. The trailers are about to start.

And then she speaks again.

“Oh wow, look at that,” she says, pointing down toward one of the lower rows. Her voice is just loud enough to carry. “I bet they think no one can see them because the lights are off.”

Eddie follows her gaze.

Two men. Sitting close. Hands intertwined.

Something drops in his stomach.

“Gross, right?” she laughs, looking at Steve for agreement.

The sound is sharp. Ugly. It cuts through the quiet like a knife.

Eddie freezes.

He doesn’t know those guys. Doesn’t need to. Because he knows that feeling. The one where you let yourself believe, just for a second, that you’re safe. That you can be like the people who are allowed to love their partner openly. That you can feel normal, just for one precious moment.

And then someone like her reminds you of exactly what the world thinks of you.

His jaw clenches. His grip tightens on the armrest. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath through his nose and braces himself for the inevitable crushing blow of hearing his straight boy high school crush agree that men who like men are gross.

It doesn’t come.

Eddie cautiously opens his eyes.

Steve doesn’t say anything at first. But Eddie sees the way his shoulders have gone rigid, the way his head has dipped slightly, like he’s trying to disappear into the seat. And that’s when Eddie knows.

This isn’t just secondhand embarrassment. Her comment hit him somewhere deep.

The girl leans in again, not picking up on Steve’s body language silently screaming at her to stop, voice low but still audible. “I mean, it’s just weird, right? Why do they have to do that in public? It’s not like anyone wants to see it.”

Eddie’s blood runs cold.

Steve shifts. His hands curl into fists on his knees. Then, quietly but firmly, he says, “Shut up.”

The girl turns, startled. “Excuse me?”

“I said shut up,” Steve repeats, louder this time. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He watches the girl recoil, stunned, and then scoff like she’s the one who’s been wronged. “What crawled up your ass all of a sudden?”

“They’re just two people who like each other,” Steve says. “They’re trying to enjoy a date. How is that any of your business?”

Eddie’s breath catches.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just stares at the back of Steve Harrington’s head like it’s suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.

Steve had said something. Not just something, he had stood up - loud and clear and without hesitation - for two strangers. For people like Eddie. Eddie’s heart is pounding, but not from fear this time. It’s something else. Something warmer. Fiercer.

“Because it’s weird.” The girl doubles down,

“You wouldn’t think it was weird if it was those two people over there who were holding hands.” He gestures toward a man and woman sitting together near the front of the theatre.

“That’s different.”

Steve turns to her fully now, eyes sharp. “How?”

“Because it’s two men. It’s wrong. It’s disgusting,” she says. “I’d say the same if it were two women.”

Steve flinches hard, like he’s been physically hit.

There’s a beat of silence. Heavy. Final.

“I’m very close to someone who’s gay. And they’re smarter, kinder, funnier, and better than you’ll ever be,” Steve says, voice low and steady. “This date is over. Don’t bother calling me.” He goes to stand, but the girl shoves him back down and rises from her seat instead.

“You don’t get to walk out on me, I’m walking out on you,” she snaps. “I only came on this stupid date because I was bored, and I thought you’d wanna fool around like you supposedly do with all the other girls anyway. Turns out you’re a disappointment.”

She grabs her purse, mutters something under her breath, and storms out, heels clicking angrily against the floor.

Steve doesn’t watch her go. He just stares straight ahead, jaw tight, hands still clenched on his knees.

Eddie swallows hard.

He wants to say something. ‘Thank you for saying that,’ maybe. Or ‘that was brave’. Or even just ‘hey’. But all he can do is stare, stunned and a little breathless, because Steve Harrington just shattered every expectation Eddie ever had of him. And now Eddie’s sitting here while a laundry detergent commercial plays loudly in the background, heart in his throat, wondering how the hell he ever thought he had this guy figured out.

Steve puts his face in his hands and exhales deeply, like he’s trying to calm himself down. He seems tired now, defeated. Something about that doesn’t sit right with Eddie after what he just witnessed. It spurs him into action. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He just knows he can’t keep sitting there without saying something.

So, he stands. Walks down the steps. And stops at Steve’s row.

Steve hears the footsteps and looks up, startled. His expression flickers—confusion, then recognition, then something like wariness.

“Hey,” Eddie says, voice low. “Mind if I sit?”

His heart is hammering out a beat that would rival the work of the drummers in his favourite metal bands. He’s still mentally preparing himself for this Steve to disappear and be replaced by the jerk that had existed in his brain for the past few years.

Instead, Steve blinks at him, surprised. “Uh… sure? Eddie, right?”

“That’s what all the legends call me,” Eddie confirms, dropping into the seat beside him. There’s a beat of silence. Then he turns to look at Steve and “You okay?”

Steve lets out a breath, a small smile appearing on his face. “Yeah. I mean, not really. But I will be.”

Eddie nods. He doesn’t push. Just lets the quiet settle for a moment. Then he says, “So that was a lot.”

Steve huffs a laugh. “Yeah. Not exactly how I pictured the night going. I assume you heard everything?”

“Yep. She sucked,” Eddie says bluntly.

Steve snorts. “Yeah. She really did.”

Another pause. Eddie shifts, glancing sideways at him. “You didn’t have to say anything,” he says. “But you did.”

Steve shrugs, but there’s tension in his shoulders. “Didn’t feel like a choice.”

“That’s kind of the point, though,” Eddie says. “Most people would’ve just let it slide. Pretended they didn’t hear it. You didn’t.”

Steve’s quiet for a second. Then he says, “I’ve let too much slide before. I’m not doing that anymore.”

Eddie studies him. There’s something in Steve’s voice, something tired, but solid. Like a line’s been drawn and he’s not stepping back from it. And Eddie feels that twist in his chest again. That strange, warm ache.

“I meant every word I said,” Steve adds, softer now. “I have a close friend, more like a platonic soulmate really, who’s gay and the best person I know." He looks wounded. “And hearing someone I put enough trust in to consider dating basically call that person gross and disgusting and wrong... I couldn’t just sit here and listen to that crap.” His fists clench. “It’s one thing if it’s me she’s saying those things about but-”

He turns to face Eddie, his eyes wide and hands shaking as he realises the implications of what he said.

And Eddie knows that feeling.

He’s worn that same expression before. In locker rooms. In hallways. In classrooms where someone said something cruel under their breath and everyone else just laughed. But Steve Harrington? King Steve? He’s not supposed to know what that feels like.

Except he does.

Eddie nods slowly. “It’s okay. I figured.” He admits as casually as possible to try and ease Steve’s panic, although he’s still reeling over the events of the past few minutes. “You’re safe with me,” he promises.

Steve’s tense shoulders deflate, and glances at him curiously. “You?”

Eddie meets his eyes. “Yeah. Me.”

There’s no shock in Steve’s face. No judgment. Just a quiet kind of understanding.

“Cool,” Steve says. And he means it.

Eddie lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Then he grins, crooked and a little shy.

“You know,” he says, “you’re not what I expected.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re kind of a dork from the bits of conversation I overheard before things went bad.”

Steve laughs, and it’s real this time. “Takes one to know one.”

They sit in silence for a moment longer, their eyes lingering on each other, then Steve fully relaxes into his seat and turns to face the screen. “Well, no sense in wasting my ticket,” he says, then he holds his popcorn bucket out to Eddie, who’s only just realised he left his behind. “Wanna share?”

Eddie grins and grabs a handful. “Thought you’d never ask.”

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It’s the most fun Eddie’s had in a while.

Steve leans into his space every now and then, whispering snarky commentary about the characters’ terrible decisions and even worse fashion choices. He especially tears into the asshole jock character, which catches Eddie off guard in the best way.

Eddie starts leaning in too, throwing in his own jabs, and before long, they’re trading quips like they’ve done this a hundred times before. At one point, one of them says something so ridiculous that they both dissolve into laughter. It’s the kind that’s breathless and uncontrollable.

Someone turns around and shushes them, loud and annoyed.

They immediately straighten, whispering apologies like guilty schoolkids. But the second the person turns back around, they catch each other’s eyes and grin, barely holding back another round of hysterics.

Steve nudges Eddie’s shoulder with his own, playful and warm.

Eddie nudges back.

If the small, friendly gesture sends goosebumps up his arms, well—that’s for Eddie to know and nobody else to find out.

Then, near the end of the film, the tension ramps up. The music swells. Eddie’s leaning forward slightly, eyes narrowed, when a sudden jumpscare hits and Steve gasps. Before Eddie can even register what’s happening, a larger, warmer hand grabs his.

Eddie freezes.

Not because he’s scared of the movie—though the jumpscare was decent—but because Steve Harrington is holding his hand.

Tightly.

Warm fingers wrapped around his own, palm pressed flush against his. It’s instinctive, a reflex, but Steve doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it at first.

Eddie doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. He’s not sure if it’s the shock or the fact that his heart is currently trying to beat its way out of his chest, but he’s rooted to the spot.

Then Steve seems to realize what he’s done. His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he glances sideways, eyes wide, a little sheepish.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “Didn’t mean to grab you like that.”

Eddie turns his head slowly, meets his gaze. Steve’s face is flushed, his expression somewhere between embarrassed and apologetic. Eddie could make a joke. He could laugh it off, tease him.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he gives Steve’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You can hold on if you want.”

Steve blinks. His eyes search Eddie’s face for a moment, like he’s trying to figure out if he’s serious. Then he smiles, small, grateful and a little shy. It warms Eddie to his very core.

He doesn’t let go.

They sit like that for the rest of the movie. Their shoulders brushing, hands clasped between them and fingers intertwined, the flickering light from the screen casting soft shadows across their faces. Eddie doesn’t even remember how the movie ends, but he remembers the way Steve’s thumb brushed lightly over his when the final girl shared a kiss with her love interest.

And he knows, without a doubt, that something’s changed and shifted between them. It’s something small, but at the same time monumental.

As the lights come up, Steve sighs. He gives Eddie’s hand one last squeeze before letting go and standing to stretch. Eddie’s hand falls to his lap, suddenly cold, and he stares at it for a second like it might still remember the shape of Steve’s fingers.

He already misses the warmth. The weight. The quiet reassurance of it.

“Did you drive here?” Steve asks suddenly.

Eddie blinks, caught off guard. He expected this to be the end. He expected they would just awkwardly part ways in silence after this, try to lose each other in the small crowd exiting the theatre and then avoid each other for the most part. Maybe they would share a nod or a half-smile the next time he wandered into Family Video, but that’s all Eddie had hoped for.

He hadn’t hoped for this, for Steve waiting for Eddie to stand too, still looking at him like he wants to keep talking.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie says. “My van’s out back.”

Steve nods. “Cool. I parked a few rows over. You wanna walk out together?”

Eddie’s heart stutters. He stands slowly, trying to play it cool. “Yeah. Sure. Why not?”

They fall into step as they exit the theatre, the buzz of the credits still echoing faintly behind them. The lobby is mostly empty now, just a few stragglers and the hum of vending machines. Outside, the night air is cool and quiet, the parking lot bathed in soft yellow light.

For a moment, neither of them says anything.

Then Steve glances over, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. “Thanks for sitting with me. I didn’t expect… well, any of this.”

Eddie shrugs, but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, me neither. But I’m glad I did.”

Steve smiles back, and it’s that same small, shy one from earlier. It makes Eddie feel like he’s standing too close to a bonfire, especially now with the glow of the streetlights illuminating Steve’s features. They reach the edge of the lot where their cars are parked a few rows apart. Eddie slows, not quite ready to say goodbye.

Steve hesitates too. Then, almost nervously, he says, “Hey, uh… are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, slower this time, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I could eat.”

Steve’s face lights up, just a little. “There’s a diner a few blocks from here. It’s not fancy, but they’ve got decent fries and terrible coffee.”

“Sounds perfect. Lead the way, sweetheart.”

The pet name's out before Eddie can stop it.

His brain short-circuits the second it leaves his mouth. His eyes go wide, and he immediately wants to rewind time, shove the word back down his throat, and pretend it never happened.

Shit.

He curses himself silently. Nicknames have always slipped out like second nature around his friends, bandmates, even the occasional stranger. But this? This is Steve. And this moment feels different. More fragile. More real.

He risks a glance at Steve, fully expecting confusion, maybe discomfort.

But Steve’s just looking at him with that same soft smile. A little surprised, sure, but not upset. If anything, he looks… pleased?

“Sweetheart, huh?” Steve says, raising an eyebrow, but there’s a teasing lilt in his voice.

Eddie lets out a breathy, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s a reflex. I swear. I’ve called random people on the street ‘darlin’ and the guy working the counter at the gas station ‘babe’ before now.”

Steve hums, clearly amused. “Didn’t say I minded. But now I’m a little jealous of the guy at the gas station.”

Eddie blinks. “You didn’t? …You are?”

“Nope, not at all. And yeah, I am.” Steve starts walking, hands in his pockets, glancing back over his shoulder with an exaggerated pout. “Thought I might’ve been special for a second there.”

Eddie wants to kiss that look right off his face, but he reels that thought in fast. Steve’s probably just joking. Just sharing friendly banter with a guy he knows won’t hurt him for it. Who is Eddie to deny him that experience or make it awkward by assigning a deeper meaning to it?

“What can I say, Steve?” he shrugs. “The man sometimes gives me discounts on my favourite brand of cigarette. How can you compete with that?”

Steve bites his lip, clearly trying to stifle a smile. Eddie’s eyes lock on his mouth.

“I can think of a few ways,” Steve says, voice low, suggestive and just a little nervous as he sways into Eddie’s space. He gets close, so close Eddie’s stomach swoops.

Then a devilish grin curls at the corner of Steve’s lips.

“Last one to the diner pays.”

“Wha—” Eddie starts, dazed.

But Steve’s already taken off running, his laughter echoing behind him.

“Hey! That’s no fucking fair! You’re rich!” Eddie shouts, already breaking into a sprint.

Steve turns, running backward for a second just to flash him a grin. “Better catch up to me then!”

Eddie cackles, wild and breathless, as he chases after him. He sees the moment Steve realizes he’s gaining fast and the flicker of panic that crosses his face. Steve hadn’t counted on the fact that Eddie Munson has years of experience running from trouble.

Trying to push his legs to work faster turns out to be a fruitless effort for Steve because Eddie manages to catch him around the waist and spin him away from the front door of the diner just as he’s about to reach for the handle. They almost end up sprawled on the ground together from the momentum of it, but Steve manages to grasp Eddie’s forearms and fix their footing as the metalhead leans against his back and laughs uncontrollably.

They stand there for a second, tangled up in each other, catching their breath. Eddie leans into him, still chuckling, and Steve can’t help but laugh too, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep and giddy.

“You’re fast,” Steve says, glancing over his shoulder.

“You’re slow,” Eddie counters, grinning like he’s won the lottery.

Steve rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling too. “You tackled me.”

“I redirected you,” Eddie says, mock-offended. “With grace.”

Steve turns in his grip, still holding onto Eddie’s arms, and they’re suddenly face to face. Close. Closer than they’ve been all night. The laughter fades into something quieter, softer.

Eddie’s eyes flick to Steve’s mouth for just a second. Steve notices.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moves.

Then the diner door swings open behind them with a loud ding, and a couple walks out, chatting loudly and breaking the moment. Eddie steps back, clearing his throat. “Guess we should, uh… go inside before they run out of terrible coffee.”

Steve nods, still smiling. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

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“So, what you’re telling me is that you’re basically a single parent to six?”

They’re sat in a booth in the back corner, chatting animatedly and occasionally stealing each other’s fries even though they got exactly the same thing. They’d foregone the crappy coffee for milkshakes though, Steve’s strawberry and Eddie’s chocolate.

“Seven if you count Erica, Lucas’ little sister,” Steve corrects him. “But jury’s still out on whether she’s actually a child or whether Lucas is just living with the consequences of feeding a mogwai after midnight.”

“God you are such a nerd,” Eddie laughs, delighted. “’Mogwai’? You didn’t even use the incorrect term - ‘gremlin’ - like most people would. You just went straight in there with ‘mogwai’.”

Steve grins, clearly pleased with himself. “What can I say? I take my pop culture references seriously.”

Eddie leans back in the booth, shaking his head with a smile. “You’re a walking contradiction, Steve. You look like you should be quarterbacking some all-American football team, but you talk like you’ve got the entire catalogue of Family Video memorised.”

Steve sips his milkshake, eyes twinkling. “Maybe I do.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Do you?”

Steve shrugs, all faux-casual. “You’ll have to hang out with me again to find out.”

Eddie’s caught off guard for a second, not by the words, but by the way Steve says them. Like it’s not a joke. Like he means it. Eddie, who’s spent most of his life waiting for the other shoe to drop, finds himself hoping just a little that maybe this time it won’t.

He smiles, softer now. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, how does King of the jocks and certified lady-killer Steve Harrington become an actually decent and interesting guy with a brood of little lost ducklings?”

Steve leans back in the booth, fingers idly tracing the condensation on his milkshake glass.

“It’s a long story, but I guess I just got tired of pretending I wanted the same things I used to,” he says. “Back in high school, it was all about the image. The parties, the girls, the reputation. I thought that was what I was supposed to want. What everyone expected from me.”

Eddie watches him, the teasing gone from his expression.

“But somewhere along the way, I realized I didn’t want to keep chasing something that never really made me feel good. I started figuring out that what I actually want is something that feels real. Something that lasts.”

He glances up, meets Eddie’s eyes. There’s something open in his expression. It’s unguarded, but cautious. Eddie’s heart does something strange in his chest, tightens and softens all at once. He reminds himself that shouldn’t be reading into things; Steve might just be getting used to having someone he can talk to about all this.

He nods slowly, voice quiet. “Yeah. I get that.”

They share a soft, secret smile.

“So,” Steve says. “You like metal, right? I don’t think I’ve ever listened to that before. What do you like about it?”

It’s a hard pivot in the topic of conversation, but Eddie allows it. Mostly because the fact that Steve seems to realise how important music is to Eddie and makes a point to ask him about it. Eddie’s eyes light up at the question, and he sits up a little straighter.

“Oh man, where do I even start?” he says, grinning. “Okay, so it’s loud, it’s chaotic. But it’s also honest. It doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not. It’s raw and messy and emotional, and it doesn’t apologise for any of it.”

Steve watches him, chin propped on one hand, milkshake forgotten for the moment.

Eddie continues, more animated now. “And a lot of the songs are about overcoming adversity. About going through hell and somehow still fighting and persevering. It’s about taking back power when the world is trying to crush you. It makes me feel confident for a change, like I could take on anything. And people complain that it’s just noise but that’s so far from the truth. It takes so much talent and years of dedication and-”

He pauses, his eyes flicking to Steve’s, suddenly self-conscious. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

Steve shakes his head, smiling. “No, I like it. You talk about it like it’s more than just music.”

“It is,” Eddie shrugs, a little sheepish. “It kind of saved my life, y’know? When everything else felt like it was falling apart and I had nowhere I belonged, metal was the one place I could just be and feel accepted. No masks. No pretending.”

Steve’s expression softens. “That makes sense.”

There’s a beat of quiet between them, not awkward, just full. Like the air’s thick with things unsaid but understood. Then Steve leans forward, a playful glint in his eye. “So, if I wanted to dip my toe into the world of metal, where would I start? What’s, like, the gateway drug?”

“Really? You want to give up your metal virginity?”

“Didn’t have to put it like that,” Steve says, his face scrunching up in a way that’s far too cute to do anything good for Eddie’s heart.

“Okay, you’re coming over to my trailer as soon as possible and I’m going to play you some songs. I’m already mentally writing a list. This is gonna be so good.” Eddie laughs ecstatically and rubs his hands together deviously. “We’ll make a metalhead out of you yet, Steve.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Steve replies, his expression so open and honest that it gives Eddie pause.

Eddie’s demeanor turns softer. “You don’t have to like it though, y’know. I won’t be offended.”

“I know,” Steve meets his gaze, steady. “I want to understand the things that matter to you.”

Eddie’s caught off guard again. His heart does that weird fluttery thing, and he has to look away before he says something stupid.

“Cool,” he says, voice a little rough. “Yeah. Cool.”

They go back to their fries, the silence between them now warm and companionable. Outside, the neon sign of the diner flickers softly, casting pink and blue shadows across the table.

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The bell chimes above their heads and a nice, middle-aged lady calls out a, “Thank you for coming, be sure to get home safe,” as Eddie holds the door open for Steve and they step back out into the cold night air.

Steve sidles up next to him. “Thank you for getting the door for me, Sweetheart,” he says, teasing.

Eddie groans loudly. “You are not going to let me forget about that, are you?"

“Never,” Steve beams.

They settle into a comfortable silence as they walk. Their shoulders touch once, then again, and neither of them moves away. Their hands are so close that they constantly brush against each other and it’s driving Eddie mad. All he would have to do is reach out a little and he could be holding Steve’s hand again. He isn’t able to summon the courage for that because he’s still not quite sure if Steve feels anything more than a budding sense of friendship toward him.

They walk in step down the quiet street, the night air crisp and laced with the scent of damp pavement and distant woodsmoke. The town is mostly asleep, windows glowing softly in the distance, the occasional car humming by like a lullaby.

Their hands brush again. This time, Steve doesn’t pull away. In fact, he lets his fingers linger just a second longer than before. Eddie’s heart stutters.

He swallows. “Hey, uh… you don’t have to say yes or anything, but would you ever want to come to a show sometime, like one of the local gigs I play or even just hang out while I practice? Hear some live music.”

Steve looks over at him, eyes warm. “I’d love that.”

Eddie blinks. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “I want to see you in your element. I bet you look cool as hell on stage.”

Eddie laughs, a little breathless. “I mean, I do, obviously. But I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

They stop next to Eddie’s van. Neither of them moves to leave just yet.

Steve rocks on his heels. “Thanks for tonight. I had more fun than I probably had in years if I’m being honest.”

Eddie nods, his voice soft. “Yeah. Me too.”

There’s a pause. Neither of them moves.

Then Steve clears his throat and pulls one hand free, fishing around in his back pocket. “Before I forget,” He pulls out a pen and the crumpled diner receipt, scribbles something down, and hands it to Eddie. “My number. For whenever you want to hang out or just talk.”

Eddie takes it, fingers brushing Steve’s. He looks down at the messy scrawl of digits, then back up, heart thudding. “Thank you. I’ll definitely call you to set something up soon, and let you know as soon as I know when the next gig’s going to be.”

“Cool, I can’t wait,” Steve smiles.

He hesitates for a second, then steps a little closer, his gaze drifting to Eddie’s lips. “Also, I’ve been thinking about doing this all night.”

Eddie barely has time to process that before Steve leans in and kisses him.

The kiss is soft and tentative at first, like a question asked in a language neither of them is fluent in yet. Steve’s lips brush against Eddie’s with a kind of reverence, like he’s afraid to push too far, too fast. But Eddie’s breath catches, and instinct takes over. He leans in, closing the distance, answering the question with a quiet certainty.

His hands find their way to Steve’s waist, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket like they’ve always belonged there. Steve’s hands hover for a moment before settling gently on Eddie’s shoulders, grounding them both.

The world fades. The cold night air, the hum of a distant streetlamp, the faint creak of the van’s metal frame, all of it disappears. It’s just them. Just this.

Steve tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss, and Eddie feels it like a spark down his spine. It’s still gentle, still careful, but there’s something more now. It’s something that says ‘I see you’ and ‘I want this’. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

When they finally part, it’s slow, reluctant. Steve’s eyes flutter open, and he looks at Eddie like he’s trying to memorize every detail of his face.

“Was that okay?” Steve asks, voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie blinks, dazed, lips tingling, heart pounding. Then he grins, wide and a little breathless. “Yeah. Yeah, that was more than okay.”

Steve lets out a soft laugh, relief blooming across his face. “Good.”

They linger there, close enough to feel each other’s breath in the space between them. Steve leans in again, slower this time, and kisses him once more. It’s just as soft and just as sure. It’s the kind of kiss that says this isn’t a one-time thing.

“I’ll call you,” Eddie says, still smiling as they hesitantly move away from each other. “God, it might even be as soon as I get home after a kiss like that.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Steve replies, stepping back slowly, like he’s reluctant to go.

Eddie watches him walk away, heart pounding, fingers still curled around the scrap of paper like it’s something precious.

Steve turns back to face him and, he’s smiling, nervous, but genuine. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

Eddie’s frozen for a second, then grins, wide and a little dazed. “Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

They part ways, both of them feeling a little lighter than before.

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Eddie complains non-stop when the weather is cold.

It's kinda funny, really, because he's always saying how he hates summer and the stifling hot weather, but he's no better when it gets cold. Robin ran out of patience to deal with it a long time ago, but Steve thinks it's cute.

"My hands are getting numb," Eddie whines, pouting like a kid and dramatically laying his upper body over the counter at Family Video. "I think they are freezing for real."

"Then wear gloves next time, dumbass," Robin says, from her place at the register.

"You're so mean, Buckley."

Steve chuckles. "Here, let me," he says, taking Eddie's cold hands and rubbing them with his gloved ones.

His cheeks burn, but he can't take his eyes off his and Steve's joined hands.

"Please, stop flirting in front of me."

"Mean, Buckley. Mean!!" he then turns to Steve. "Keep going, sweetheart. Don't listen to the mean lady."

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Eddie is the fun parent and Steve is the strict one, sure. But let’s talk about the times Eddie gets mad.

Their kids would be throwing tantrums or being difficult for the sake of being difficult and Steve would try to deal with them. A teenage daughter getting frustrated because Steve won’t let her go to a party everybody is going to that weekend because they’re supposed to visit grandpa Wayne back in Hawkins.

She tries to argue, to plead, but Steve keeps saying no. It’s been three months since they paid Wayne a visit and it’s his freaking birthday so, no, she can’t miss the trip and go to a party. And in the middle of their argument, their daughter screams “I HATE YOU!!” to Steve with such rage that Steve stops, stunned.

When he recovers from the shock, he just says, “Hate me all you want, you’re still not going to that party,” then leaves their daughter’s room.

Five minutes later Eddie comes in and closes the door quietly behind him. Their daughter is about to snap at him too, but she closes her mouth when she sees her Papa’s dead serious expression. He crosses the room and stops right before the bed, where their daughter is sitting, and looks her straight in the eye.

“Listen here, darling, you’re gonna put on the best regretful face you can, apologize to your father and you’re gonna mean it. Do you understand?”

“But—”

“Nah, ah. I don't think you're understanding. This is not a discussion, so I'm gonna say it again. You're gonna go downstairs right now, you're gonna apologize to your father and you're gonna mean it. Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Good. You’re also grounded for however long I’m still pissed. So, if I were you, I’d be in my best behavior when we visit Wayne this weekend.”

(Nobody makes Eddie’s husband cry. Not even their own daughter.)

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I think one of eddie’s many favorite things about raising kids with steve is watching their kids start to outsmart them (which, to eddie’s delight, starts way sooner than he’d expected it to).

One notable instance of this is when Moe is about two-and-a-half – maybe closer to three – and just starting to have real opinions about things, and one of the first things she had a very strong opinion about was how she did not want Steve going back to work after the parental leave he took when Robbie was born.

Look – Moe is who she is.

She likes a routine and she’s been stuck to Steve like glue pretty much since day-one, so she and Steve had both loved the way his pat-leave had allowed for three straight months of starting the day with some serious cuddles, but alas, that came to an end when Steve went back to work.

Thing is, Moe is also a smart cookie, so it didn't take long at all for her to realize that if she just woke up before Steve’s alarm, she could sneak into their bed and get her morning cuddles in which, sure, was cute at first, until Eddie was spending the rest of day with a toddler who got two hours less sleep than she was supposed to.

Which...isn’t ideal.

One morning though, Moe doesn’t wake up early. Steve points it out somewhat glumly as he gets out of bed, woken up by his alarm instead of their oldest daughter, and Eddie just groggily mutters, “Please don’t jinx this for me, Steve."

The early morning is notably Moe-less as Eddie heads downstairs to start the coffee maker and make Robbie's bottle while Steve gets himself ready for work. Still, Eddie has a funny feeling they'll be seeing Moe before Steve has a chance to head out for the day, and sure enough, just as Steve is sitting on the couch to pull his shoes on, Moe appears in the doorway, eyes bleary and blonde hair sticking up in every direction.

“Oh jeez,” Eddie says from his spot on the couch beside Steve, baby Robbie cradled in one arm as he helps her hold up her bottle, “Look who’s up.”

“Why are you out of bed?” she pouts at Steve.

“I woke up before you this morning,” he tells her gently as he finishes tying the laces on his sneakers.

Moe only stares at him blankly for a while, hands fiddling with the hem of her Cinderella t-shirt.

“But…” she says slowly, “But what about our snuggles?”

Steve lets Moe climb into his lap, gathering her up in his arms.

"We'll have so many snuggles when I get home from work," he tells her, "Promise. You've just been a bit of a grump lately and I wanted to let you sleep."

"You didn't get me," Moe says, ignoring what Eddie thinks is a fairly valid point. “I would’a got you if I woke up first.”

And Eddie can’t help the snort he lets out as Steve tiredly says, “Yeah, I know, babe.”

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Eddie confesses his love for Steve who very awkwardly explains he’s straight and not into him like that. Eddie is surprisingly okay with this, like he didn’t expect anything else, claiming he just wanted to tell him so he knew how loved he was. That sentiment does things to Steve but he doesn’t really know what, just knows it makes him warm and almost wish he wasn’t straight just so he could accept all the love Eddie clearly has to give. At first Steve thinks they’ll go back to normal and they kind of do, now with the shadow of Eddie’s love peeking through but not a hinderance, until Eddie tells them he’s going on a date with a cute guy and Steve? Steve sees green. Had no idea he was even capable of being this jealous but suddenly he realizes that lingering bad feeling has been regret. He regrets turning Eddie down, he regrets not taking what was his when he had the chance, he regrets not realizing he isn’t straight fast enough. Steve does his absolute best not to speed on his way over to Eddie’s and is so relieved to see him through his window still home. He practically stumbles into the house in his haste.

“Don’t go on that date,” Steve says before the door even closes behind him.

“Why?” Eddie asks in complete confusion.

“I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

“I didn’t know I loved you.”

“Oh.”

“Do you…did you stop loving me?”

“Never.”

“Then don’t go on that date.”

“Canceled. You’re serious?”

“Come here please,” Steve says and draws him into his arms.

When Eddie kisses him he truly doesn’t understand how he could have ended up anywhere but here, like this, with someone he loves. Someone who loves him back.

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hi! coming off anon but i'm having more sabrina carpenter!steve thoughts. also to make things easier i'm just gonna call this au juno (bc duh). anyways! the thoughts!!

(the thoughts got wildly out of control so this is fairly long)

o!steve (former disney star, current pop icon) and robin (i don't have a specific preference for her designation anyways she's an actress) are Best Friends and have been for years. they first met at a charity event and weren't close for awhile but eventually they realized they fit together So Well and Had to be best friends. robin stars in as many of steve's music videos as she can swing with her agent, and steve begs his manager to allow his songs in any of her movies/shows that ask for it. when you think of best friends in hollywood you think of steve harrington and robin buckley.

a!eddie and the cc boys- o!gareth, b!freak, a!jeff- are an indie metal band, finding their footing and hitting their stride with the rise of tiktok. they're not super big, but they've opened for some other bands touring through the midwest. once all of them graduated high school they got tf out of hawkins and moved to chicago to pursue music (and day jobs to pay for rent).

ever since steve left his previous record company, hollywood records (owned by disney), who signed him at 15 years old to a five album contract (essentially shackling him for anywhere from five to potentially fifteen years) steve's been trying to put forth a more mature image and leave behind the squeaky clean disney image. in his first album with his new company he actually gets to cuss and be explicit in his songs. when he goes on tour for this album he performs nonsense which goes viral on tiktok for the location-specific outros.

gareth, chronically online king, sees the nonsense outros and gets interested in steve's music even if it isn't his typical cup of tea. gareth find's steve's music empowering- it's fun, flirty, silly, emotional, and embraces their designation as omegas. gareth becomes a certified Stan. the cc boys lowk get annoyed with how much he plays this pop garbage.

(crazy interlude bc i'm reading sabrina's wikipedia rn and somehow her and feather are linked to eric adams getting indicted???? anyways)

after like a year or so of cc hearing steve anytime gareth gets aux they are now inundated with steve's new mega viral single, espresso. and like... it's not bad but it's pop and it's repetitive and overplayed- gareth for the love of god skip this damn song! not only is steve doing Numbers with espresso but he releases a new single, please please please. the music video for please×3 features his current boyfriend and hollywood bad boy a!billy hargrove. after a little over a year of dating and the start of steve's new tour for his album, it's speculated that billy cheated on steve and they broke up.

steve has this song, juno, that's sexual and liberating and fun and gareth loves it along with the rest of the album. even though the tickets are wildly expensive thanks to steve's launch into mega stardom gareth gets the boys to go to a show for his birthday and be in the pit. he is dedicated to camping, he wants to be as close to barricade as humanly possible. even tho the other guys don't dress up in the style of the album they still camp with him for barricade, and god dammit they will enjoy this concert. live music is live music, even if it's pop and eddie will enjoy this night so help me god. cc ends up getting barricade and during the wait meet a couple fans (super unexpected considering the genres but whatever).

when it comes time for steve to perform juno he comes out onstage in a gorgeous maxi length sparkly set. eddie is already kinda in love at this point, this gorgeous omega is an amazing performer and his songs maybe just a little bit are good (don't tell gareth). with their miraculous luck getting barricade and even more insane luck, eddie gets arrested right before juno starts for being too hot. and gareth has seen the juno clips, he knows what's about to happen, but eddie hasn't. and then this gorgeous omega who just arrested him for being hot ?? is having his clothing drop into a short, sexy number and ???? eddie is so ??? and then steve dangles these fluffy handcuffs at him??? what is happening???

gareth is losing his mind, that's his best friend getting juno arrested. on the big screen. in front of everybody. in front of steve harrington. jeff and freak are also going insane bc wtf is happening at this show?? eddie is 404 error message not found and his brain is just cable tv channel with no signal static. and steve can Barely see the audience with all the stage lights but he always uses his intuition for juno arrests, and he tries to subtly sneak a peak at the big screen to check just who he's picked. and Maybe the skirt dropping is a planned gag for comedic effect, but if this random metalhead who looks so out of place at his concert asked for his number right now in front of thousands of people he'd give it out. and Maybe his subtle sneak peak to the big screen is a Little more noticeable (if you're anyone but those two lost in each other's beauty).

anyways, after all his post-show routine and duties steve Finally checks his phone. as usual, tonight's juno arrest and pose are already on tiktok and twitter and wherever else. however, unlike after a normal show, he has like fifty million missed texts from the kids and a thousand missed calls from dustin specifically. steve ignores those in favor of checking in with robin first, who sent her love and tells him he's talented and hot and he's gonna kill it onstage. and then he gets to his texts with dustin. dustin who has been freaking the fuck out because steve juno arrested eddie fucking munson. and steve is like "..... who is that?" and dustin is gobsmacked and appalled!!! eddie munson as in the lead guitarist for his and mike's current favorite indie metal band corroded coffin. and all of cc were literally on the screen!!!! gareth was filming eddie and steve and the camera!!! and jeff was filming the big screen!!!!! and steve is like "i'm glad i arrested him he was hot :)" and dustin is so ???? ew bc steve is like his brother but ALSO this could be his in to nerd out with his favorite band! steve is just like "ok man cool i gotta go to bed bc touring is Tiring".

next day, after eddie.exe has finally started running again and chronically online king gareth has had time to sloppily edit together a tiktok the official cc tiktok account gets a new post. it's a mix of gareths footage, jeff's, and footage from random internet users who posted already. and the caption just says "what the hell happened last night". all the comments are either cc fans like "??? you guys went to steve harrington??", steve fans being like "can't believe the juno arrest from last night is a musician", some random account called dustybuns who said "my brother arrested you can we meet now", and a handful of people saying "my worlds are colliding".

steve still hasn't really seen much of the fuss abt last night's show, he's been resting as much as he can on a busy tour. robin texts him like "dude last night is going viral" and he just 👍-reacts to the text. dustin is begging steve to dm cc, to dm eddie's personal acc, to dm ANYONE STEVE PLEASE!!!!! steve is resolutely ignoring this in favor of drinking soothing tea and running his dancing and blocking for the show.

okay this has ran so far away from me and idk where it's going. if anyone feels strongly i might try to continue having these Thoughts and sharing them for slick sunday. tysm for hosting lexi and tysm to everyone who seemed to enjoy my idea last week! if anyone wants to flesh this out and make a whole fic of it i definitely won't say no to that :3

i love the idea of Steve managing to fluster Eddie so badly like this🤭

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Capture the Moment

For @switcheddieweek | prompt: aftermath and art | rating: E| wc: 3155 | Pairings: Nancy/Eddie, minor Steddie | cw: none | Eddie uses cunt, pussy, and cock for his bits. Summary: Nancy’s writing an article and needs Eddie’s help. AO3

“Wait, you want me to be the focal point?” Eddie asked incredulously. Nancy paced the length of their kitchen, waving her hands as she spoke.

“My article is on the duality of the control in kink; giving and taking.” Nancy explained.

“Right, but what does that have to do with me?” Eddie raised his eyebrows in confusion. His girlfriend stopped, turning to him with a gentle smile.

“Eddie, you’re the only person I know who can take control just as freely as give it.” Nancy knelt next to his chair and took his hands in hers. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” Then she made her final point. “You’re the only one Steve trusts.”

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That was two weeks ago. Last week was the session with Steve and today they got the first set of pictures. Eddie flicked through the freshly developed photos, a blush high on his cheeks. Dozens of pictures portraying him and Steve in a variety of positions.

A close up of his ringed hand against Steve’s throat, his rings the focus. Another with Steve choking on his strap, the mascara Eddie applied for him running down his pretty face. Steve's thick ass covered in crisscrossed red lines from a crop, the jiggling flesh caught in a still frame as Eddie pounded into him.

But his favorite was the shot of the aftermath. Steve’s arms were attached to the headboard and each calf was bound to a thigh in a perfect frog-tie, his face was covered in his own cum.

He fucked Steve for hours that night, edging him over and over until he was begging and drooling.

“You wanna cum, slut?” He asked teasingly.

“Yes, please. Sir I can’t take anymore.” Steve whined. Eddie grabbed Steve’s neglected dick and aimed it away from himself.

“Cum then.” He said as he thrust punishingly against Steve’s prostate, laughing devilishly as ropes of cum shot up his body so far they landed in Steve’s hair.

The sounds of the camera snapping shot after shot didn’t phase him at all; even if it was his girlfriend behind the lens.

Tonight, Eddie and Nancy would take the stage.

In true Nancy fashion, she wouldn’t do anything half-assed; meaning just like the first time, everything was organic in nature. No staged pictures, no poses, just the two of them twisted in the throws of passion…and Steve with a camera.

For some reason Eddie was more nervous tonight than last time, maybe because he’d be the vulnerable one? More likely because he’s never been this vulnerable in front of Steve. He was Nancy's coworker, a friend they've done other art projects with; but, Eddie's never subbed in front of him.

He shook his head to clear away the anxiety. He's subbed for Nancy frequently, if he did what he did the first time and ignored the camera he'd be fine.

He’s startled from his thoughts by the keys jingling in the lock. Like a puppy eagerly awaiting its master, he darted to the front door pulling Nancy into his arms.

“Welcome home.” He said, kissing her deeply. It's not like they'd gone a long time without seeing each other, but the pictures and the plan for tonight had him wet and ready.

“I take it you're ready to get this show on the road.” Nancy laughed.

“I can't help it. Been thinking about tonight since last week.” He mumbled into her neck. She giggled cutely before snapping her fingers once. Immediately, Eddie stepped away with his hands behind his back.

“Go get the bedroom set up while Steve and I get the camera ready.” She said authoritatively. Eddie scampered off to the bedroom, turned on the bright filming lights, and stripped down to nothing. He grabbed Nancy's favorite harness and the dildo he wanted, dropping them both on the bed, before kneeling on his cushion with his back straight, eyes forward, hands clasped in his lap.

The sound of the camera’s shutter alerted him to Nancy and Steve's presence, but he didn't flinch. She wanted him to be a perfect statue and that's what he'd be.

“Good boy.” She said, the smile clear in her tone. Eddie suppressed the shudder those words caused, flexing his fingers just a little.

“Want to help me get this on?” Nancy asked.

“Yes, please.” He tried desperately to hold still, but he wiggled impatiently. Luckily, she was forgiving today.

“Go ahead, baby.”

Eddie quickly turned to find his girlfriend completely naked, holding the strap on out to him. With an audible gulp, he held the harness steady for Nancy to step into and attached the dildo properly. She pet his hair in thanks before jumping on the bed, scooting until her back was against the headboard.

“Can I get you ready?” She asked him as she pat her leg. Eddie sat in Nancy’s lap, knees spread on either side of her small thigh.

Their size difference always tickled Eddie; he was nearly a foot taller than her, yet with a single touch he was a puddle at her feet.

Nancy stroked along Eddie’s cunt smiling softly when his breathing hitched. Her middle finger pushed inside him and he blushed at the wet squelch that filled the room. The camera shuttered and his eyes darted over to see Steve crouched near the bed.

A slap landed on his thigh and he yelped turning back to his girlfriend.

“Eyes on me, baby. Ignore him.” She reminded him softly.

“Yes, ma’am.” He stared deeply into her eyes and gasped when she added two fingers at once. With three fingers deep inside his cunt, Nancy nudged against his g-spot, twisting her wrist to rub the tip of his cock at the same time.

Moaning low in his throat, Eddie rocked against Nancy’s hand leaving a trail of pre along her thigh. His hands twitched by his sides and he bit his lip making his eyes as big and wet as he could, hoping she'd hear the silent request.

“You can touch, baby.” Immediately Eddie groped a tit with each hand, squeezing and pinching her nipples. “Suck on them.” Nancy grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him down to her chest. He groaned and leaned forward sucking a nipple into his mouth harshly.

As he rocked his hips harder, he switched to her other nipple rolling the bud between his teeth as he ran his thumb along the supple skin. Nancy bullied a forth finger inside him and he cried out.

“I’m close, mistress. Can I cum?” He whined. Nancy raised her eyebrow challengingly.

“Is that who I am?” She asked skeptically. Eddie furrowed his brows in concentration, he was starting to float to that place where words lost their meaning. When he finally understood what she meant he flushed from head to toe.

“Please can I cum, mommy?” He asked properly. A gentle smile lit up her face and she nodded. “Thank you, mommy. Thank you.” He sighed, his eyes squeezing shut. His cunt pulsed around her fingers as she worked him through it, stilling once he relaxed against her chest.

“You think you can ride me baby?” Nancy asked after he caught his breath. He pulled back to stare at her through heavy lidded eyes.

“Always.” But when he rose to his knees, and over her strap, Nancy stopped him with a hand on his hip.

“I want you to turn around so your back is to my chest and ride me that way. Can you do that?” Nancy asked.

“Yes, mommy.” He mumbled as he shimmed around carefully so as not to kick his girlfriend in the face. That’s when he remembered they weren’t alone. Steve stood at the foot of the bed, camera at the ready.

“Um, mommy.” Eddie whispered nervously, curling into himself a little. It was ludicrous, he’d been on camera before and besides he didn’t want to be bad.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. Mommy’s here. Just close your eyes, love.” She whispered. Eddie did as he was told, letting his eyes slip shut and focused on her hands on his hips, slowly lowering him down until the tip of the strap rested at his entrance.

“Can I put it in now?” Nancy asked and when he nodded, she entered him slowly like he was fragile. Eddie’s eyes burst open in shock for a moment, not expecting her to do so without forcing him to speak.

“You’re being so nice to me today.” Eddie sighed as he leaned his head back against the headboard; he was too tall to rest on her shoulder like he wanted so he had to settle for her hands around his waist.

“You deserve it, love. You’re doing so well today and letting me use you for my project. The least I can do is be nice right?” Nancy laughed. He was truly floating now that the dildo was in to the hilt. His half lidded eyes gazed down at Steve but he didn’t mind anymore.

Whispered praises, good boy, perfect love, and so gorgeous, blessed him as he held still, adjusting to the weight inside him. His mind emptied and his body turned syrupy.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, with Nancy’s strap filling him up, his cunt stretched around the base, and her hands caressing the length of his body as he relaxed on a cloud. But eventually, he wanted more.

“Mommy?” He asked, though the words were slurred.

“Yes, my love?” Nancy’s breath blew hot on his neck, making him shiver.

“Can you be mean?” The request was so quiet if Nancy wasn’t so close she wouldn’t have heard it.

“Yeah, baby? You want mean mommy?” She growled and grabbed his hair tightly pulling him back.

“Yes, please.” He keened. Teeth dug into the meat of his shoulder and he moaned in pleasure.

“Get up, all fours baby.” Punctuating the demand with a slap to his thigh. Eddie popped off her strap, whining at the empty feeling before falling forward onto his hands and knees. He dropped down to his elbows, the arch of his back deepening.

“Good boy.” The praise made Eddie preen and he spread his knees, showing off his wet cunt to her.

“Like what you see?” Eddie teased, wiggling his ass back and forth. A harsh slap landed on his ass making him cry out. Nancy gave him no time to recover as she spanked one cheek after the other until he was sure his ass would be red and sore. He jerked forward with each hit desperate for some friction.

“You gonna cum from this?” Nancy sneered.

“Yeah, hurts so good, gonna-fuck!” He cried as the next slap hit his cunt instead.

“Cum whenever you want.” Nancy smiled and spanked his pussy harder. The audible wet smack brought a flush to his cheeks and he buried his head in the blankets.

He lost count, as the hits alternated between his ass and cunt, until he threw his head back with a moan, cumming hard enough to see stars. His cunt was still fluttering with after shocks when he glanced over his shoulder just as Steve snapped a picture.

He groaned, imagining what he looked like; face down, ass up, hair a wild mess, eyes glazed over, the cheeks on his face just as red as his ass, and if he had to guess, he’d bet the shot was focused on his pussy, glistening with cum.

“You want to tease me again, baby?” Nancy asked threateningly before biting down on the reddened skin.

“Fuck! No, no mommy. I’m sorry.” Eddie cried, tears filling his eyes. No doubt about it, his ass would be bruised tomorrow.

“That’s what I thought.” With no warning, Nancy shoved the strap inside Eddie’s dripping cunt setting a brutal pace.

“Oh God!” Eddie screamed gripping the sheets tightly to keep himself in place. He rocked back into Nancy’s thrusts, fucking himself deeper each time.

“You like that, baby?” Nancy smirked.

“Harder, mommy please.” Eddie begged. He bit the blanket under him attempting to stifle his noises.

“Yeah? You want me to pound your tight pussy?” Gathering Eddie’s long hair into a ponytail, she used it to yank him up, so he could be heard clearly.

With her free hand, she gripped his hip hard enough to bruise, pulling him back onto the strap. Sounds of their slapping skin filled the room, Eddie whining in harmony. Each thrust nailed his g-spot, ratcheting his pleasure up and punching loud, high pitched ah, ah, ahs out of him.

“Touch your cock, Eddie. I wanna feel you cum on my dick.” Nancy growled. He raised a shaky hand to his cock, tugging on it with two fingers and his thumb. It only took two strokes.

“Please, please. Mommy can I cum? Please let me cum!” He begged. An agonizing amount of time passed and he really thought she’d deny him. “Please, I’ve been a good boy haven't I? I wanna cum on your cock. Please mommy, please. Please.” He babbled over and over.

“Count to five, baby. Then ask again.” Nancy brought her hand back down on his ass again; that’s when he realized it wasn’t seconds he was counting.

“One.” He cried out. Smack.

“Two!” Each blow brought him closer to the edge, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back. Smack.

“Three!” He shouted. “Oh fuck, I’m so close, I can’t make it.” He whined, but his hand on his cock never slowed.

“You can and you will.” Nancy said, her hips moving faster in retaliation. Smack.

“Four! Please, mommy.” Eddie’s toes curled, his muscles twitched with the effort to hold back.

“One more, you can do it.” Smack.

“Five. Please can I cum?” He shouted, sobs racked his body as his limbs shook from exhaustion.

“Cum, baby.” Nancy ordered. Eddie’s eyes rolled back into his head and his vision whited out as he finally gave in.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Eddie keened, his cunt clenched down so hard the strap popped right out, he curled forward as jolts of pleasure shot through him, zipping down his spine. Then everything faded.

When he finally came back down, he was cleaned up, and dressed in his boxers. The bedsheets were fresh, but he was all alone in them. Confused tears sprang to his eyes as he looked around for any sign of his girlfriend but found none. A pitiful whine escaped his throat as the tears fell.

In no time he was sobbing, curled up on his side, arms around his knees in an attempt to hold himself together. Then, the bedroom door creaked open.

“Mommy?” He mumbled, blinking his eyes quickly to clear his blurry vision. There Nancy was, holding a tray of fruit in one hand, a mug of hot chocolate in the other, with a bottle of water tucked under each arm. The gentle smile on her face slipped into a frown of concern when she saw his tear stained face.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” She asked as she quickly set everything down and crawled back into bed. He clung to her shirt, burying his face in the soft fabric.

“I woke up and you were gone.” He hiccuped. “Thought you weren’t coming back.”

Nancy cooed softly, and pulled Eddie away from her chest so she could press kisses all over his face.

“I’m sorry, darling. I went to let Steve out and grab you a snack. It took a little longer than I thought.” She cupped his cheeks gently. “But, I will always come back, okay?”

“Promise?” Eddie sniffled, placing his hands on top of hers.

“Promise.” Nancy whispered. “You’re my baby boy. The best boy, and I love you. I’m never leaving my best boy.”

Eddie sighed contently, accepting that she meant it, and sat up against the headboard. He pulled her in between his legs, mindful off his sore bottom, and let her feed him from the tray. She alternated between the fruit, hot chocolate, and water until everything was gone.

“Let’s go to sleep, baby.” Nancy whispered, petting along Eddie’s wild mane.

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” He pouted. A part of him was embarrassed by the question but a larger part of him couldn’t go to sleep if he’d wake up alone again.

“I will, I promise.”

And Nancy always keeps her promises.

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A few days later, the pictures of Eddie and Nancy arrived. Just like the week before, Eddie flipped through them finding his favorites and comparing the two sets.

One showed Eddie perched on Nancy’s lap, her fingers in his cunt as he gazed down at her adoringly. In the next one, he sat unmoving, impaled on the strap; the view was focused on Nancy’s tiny hands that rested on his thighs, his glassy eyes stared right at the camera.

His face heated up when he flipped to the next one and saw himself mid-orgasm; his head was thrown back, showing off his neck, his lips parted around a scream, and only the whites of his eyes were visible.

His favorite though must have been taken while he was out of it. Nancy was on her back, with Eddie splayed out on top of her. He had one leg thrown over her lap, his slick was still wet on his thighs, and hand prints marked his ass. But, it was the look of love and adoration on Nancy’s face that had him in a choke hold.

He’d never admit it, but he teared up when he saw that; he loved her in a way he’d never loved before and he always thought she never felt as strongly. Even though they’ve been together for a few years, he still had a hard time believing she wouldn’t leave him for someone better.

But the way she looked at him in this picture, made him trust that she meant it when she said she wasn’t going anywhere. She meant it when she called him perfect. She meant it when she said I love you.

This time he didn’t hear the door open, just felt tiny hands wrap around his waist.

“Can we keep this one?” Eddie whispered, holding the photo up.

“Of course, baby. You are a work of art.” Nancy kissed his cheek. “I want every moment we have together frozen in time so I can carry them around in my pocket.” The soft words caught him off guard and he didn’t know how to tell her that it was her image frozen in that moment that he needed with him forever.

She skipped toward the bedroom, saying something about changing out of her work clothes. Once she disappeared around the corner, Eddie pulled the little velvet box from it’s hiding place and decided he didn't need the perfect moment.

Dropping the picture onto the kitchen table, he ran after his girlfriend. Any moment was perfect if it was with her.

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