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stranger tweets part 4

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Steve knows people.

As much as his little monster-fighting family likes to believe Steve doesn’t know much, Steve definitely Knows people. Steve can read anyone like a book, based on what they choose to wear, how they choose to act, what they choose to say.

It was a survival tactic leftover from growing up the child of a millionaire; attending fancy parties and big holiday dinners with people his father did business with. Meeting a bunch of very particular adults, always having to respond in the exact right way to keep his father in good professional standings.

Steve could have a five minute conversation with someone and know for sure whether he ever wanted to see that person again.

Steve knows people.

And that is exactly why Steve is confused out of his mind about one Eddie Munson.

See, Steve has been “putting the moves,” as Robin calls it, on Eddie for the last three months. He had been pulling out every stop, trying his best to romance Eddie like one of those suave men from the books that had every bored housewife in Hawkins panting.

Steve knows Eddie likes him back. When Steve calls, Eddie’s bored sounding voice perks up half an octave when Steve starts to speak. Every time Eddie sees Steve, his face softens and he gets this dopey smile, like he’s smoked 3 joints in the last 15 minutes. Eddie always reaches out to touch Steve, and when Steve returns the favor, Eddie leans into him like a metalhead-sized cat.

It is an inherent fact to Steve that Eddie likes him back.

So when Eddie rushes a goodbye, or pulls away from a touch that’s a second too long to be platonic, or refuses to make eye contact when Steve would really like to kiss him, it confuses the goddamn shit out of Steve.

And that’s exactly what Steve says.

They’re sitting on the roof of Eddie’s van, looking up at the stars, elbows touching as they each pillow their heads on their hands. They’d just snuffed out the butt of their second joint of the night, and were basking in the lovely high, the beauty of the night sky, and each other’s company.

And Steve, as we’d established before, mutters under his breath: “you confuse the goddamn shit out of me.”

And Eddie, startled and confused, does what he does best: he laughs.

Which makes Steve laugh.

Which makes Eddie laugh harder.

Soon enough they’re both clutching their bellies and cackling out into the warm summer Indiana night.

Eddie sits up to catch his breath, crossing his legs and turning towards Steve. “Were you talking to me?”

Steve looked up at Eddie and placed one hand under his head, one on his stomach. “Yeah.”

“I confuse the goddamn shit out of you?”

Steve chuckled, still panting from the laughter. “Yeah.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows and poked Steve in the side.

Steve chuckled again, and shook his head. “You just confuse me, man. Us. This. It’s confusing.”

Eddie shrank a bit. He knew where this was going. (no he didn’t.) “Oh?” he mumbled, fumbling with his rings, avoiding eye contact.

Steve laughed. “That’s what I mean. You’re so confusing. You act like you want to kiss me so bad.”

Eddie froze.

Eddie’s brain was definitely broken.

Eddie had definitely smoked too much.

“I- you- what??”

Steve laughed.

Eddie blinked several times, wearing the most adorable confused expression. It made Steve’s heart melt. “I act… I don’t- what do you mean I ACT like I want to kiss you?!”

Steve took a deep breath and sat up, turned to face Eddie, and crossed his legs, touching both knees to Eddie’s. He covered Eddie’s fidgeting hands with his own right hand, and placed his left hand on Eddie’s thigh, just above his right knee. He leaned closer, watching Eddie’s chocolate eyes widen, darken, and flit to his lips. Steve smiled and Eddie’s breath caught, his hands flinching under Steve’s, and his eyelids fluttering in shock, before once again meeting Steve’s eyes.

Steve raised his eyebrows. “That.”

Eddie’s brain was still rebooting. “What?”

Steve shook his head and laughed. “You. Act. Like. You. Want. To. Kiss. Me.”

Eddie took a deep breath. “Steve, I’m gay.”

Steve laughed again, and Eddie frowned. “What the hell, Steve?”

Steve laughed again.

Eddie scoffed and started to move away, but Steve’s hands, previously laying innocently on Eddie’s hands and thigh, now gripped him firmly, keeping him close.

“Eddie. I know you’re gay.”

Eddie blinked. “Then why are you confused?”

Steve let his eyes very obviously find Eddie’s lips, lingering there a long pause, before bringing them back up to meet Eddie’s, which are now almost entirely consumed by the black of his blown pupils. “Because you act like you want to kiss me sooo bad, and yet, here I sit. Unkissed.”

Eddie visibly stalled. His entire body flinched, he blinked several times, and his mouth opened a fraction of an inch and he inhaled as if to speak, but made absolutely no sound.

Steve smiled and started to stroke Eddie’s hands and clothed thigh with his thumbs, silently showing Eddie he’s not going anywhere, waiting patiently for Eddie to sort through the obvious shock that this new information has triggered.

After a moment of intermittent blinking, Eddie took a deep breath. “You- I… I didn’t think that was an option.”

Steve chuckled and licked his lips. “It is most certainly an option.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay.”

Steve waited.

And waited.

“Steve?”

“yeah?”

“You’re saying I can kiss you now?”

Steve giggled. “Yeah, Eddie. I am saying that.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay.”

Steve waited again. “Unless.. You’d rather I kissed you?”

“No, no, I wanna do it.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

Eddie let his hands slip from underneath Steve’s, Steve moving his hand to Eddie’s other knee. Eddie cupped Steve’s face, fingertips threading into the hair behind his ears, his thumbs resting so gently on Steve’s cheeks. Eddie held Steve like he had the entire world in his hands, and for the first time in Steve’s life, he felt precious. Nobody had ever handled Steve so delicately, and his head was swimming.

Eddie’s eyes searched Steve’s face like he was looking for something, like he’d never get another chance, like he actually cared. Eddie looked at Steve like he was a sculpture in a museum, and it made Steve dizzy.

As Eddie shortened the distance between them, the last thing Steve saw before he closed his eyes was Eddie’s face flash with the most excited expression he’d ever seen, and Steve’s heart filled with joy.

And then Eddie’s lips touched Steve’s and his own brain failed him. He’d kissed plenty of people before but it’s never been quite like this. Eddie’s kiss was firm, soft, and entirely sure of himself, as if he didn’t spend months too afraid to do it.

Eddie’s hands advanced further into Steve’s hair, cupping the nape of his neck, tilting Steve’s head to deepen the kiss. Eddie’s tongue slid along Steve’s bottom lip, and took the opportunity of Steve’s surprised gasp to let itself into Steve’s mouth. Eddie’s tongue on his own distracted Steve from Eddie’s hands, and the next thing Steve knew, he was on his back with Eddie hovering over him, his knees straddling Steve’s hips, one hand shielding the back of Steve’s head from the metal of the van, his other hand holding Steve’s chest down, heating Steve’s soul through the thin material of his shirt.

Steve turned away to catch his breath, allowing Eddie to move his kisses to Steve’s jaw, hot breath on Steve’s neck sending entirely too much of his blood south. Steve sighed, shaking his head and let out an airy laugh. “You are so confusing.”

Eddie laughed into Steve’s ear. “What now?” His voice was deep and cracked, his breath in Steve’s ear making Steve shiver and grip Eddie’s lean hips.

“You-“ Steve panted while Eddie continued kissing his neck, “You acted so shy, for months, like you were too afraid to kiss me, driving me goddamn crazy. I could see how badly you wanted it and you never did anything about it. And now, here you are on top of me, melting me into fucking putty.” He pants a few seconds more, relishing the feeling of his earlobe in Eddie’s mouth. “Why didn’t you do us both a favor and do this months ago??”

“I told you,” Eddie mumbled, lifting his face up to meet Steve’s eyes with the most wicked grin, finally touching his own body to Steve’s in a full-body grind that led with his hips, followed with his chest, and ended with a loud groan from Steve, “I didn’t think that was an option.”

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I keep seeing gif sets and photos of Steve's injuries from fighting the bats and I keep thinking someone should write a fanfic where he successfully defends everyone in that scene and then just *drops.*

He's done. Taken out. Needs serious medical care and cannot be easily moved. Is trying to keep a straight face but keeps hissing through his teeth, voice breaking, whining and wiggling away when people try to touch him.

Cue Robin and Nancy setting out to figure out how the hell to get out (and get Steve help) while Eddie is left behind.

With Steve.

In the Upside Version of Steve's house.

Alone.

For a long ass time.

Then Steve starts admitting things to him and Eddie thinks it's a good distraction at first until he slowly realizes that these are Steve's confessions.

His promises to the kids and Robin that he's now passing on to Eddie, because Steve thinks he's going to die.

And that Eddie cannot, will not, let him.

Even if he has to fight Steve himself on the matter.

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I have several more collages to make for Found Heaven! ✪ but here’s this instead

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the complete set. do it for them

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Steve and Eddie get a little studio apartment in the queer section of the city, by virtue of Steve getting hired as the building’s handyman. Half the residents are drag queens and there are RULES.

They can flirt with Steve all day long. Eddie (literally) will hiss and spit like a jealous cat, all red faced and pouting, which is INCREDIBLY entertaining. While the flirting is harmless, Steve’s pleased smile about how possessive Eddie is over him can melt the most cynical old queen’s heart. (They all think a lil “you’re welcome, Steve” for getting Eddie all riled up ever night.)

However, anyone who flirts with Eddie better be prepared. Steve’s glare is cold and cutting, and the silence after is worse. And if you piss him off enough, Steve is all for revenge. Better hope your toilet does clog or your sink keeps draining. Worst case is he’ll MAKE issues for you, until you make it up to him. And the only way to do that is to go support Eddie’s underground metal band and spend your hard earned money on his merch. (Eddie thinks Steve being a stone cold jealous bitch is hot.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i act so normal but deep down i just want to be clingy and gnaw and chew and bite

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steddie text posts pt 3

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11/10 addition, it’s flawless thank you @kas-eddie-munson

Consider:

The very next day after Steve and Eddie get their own place, Eddie brings home a dog.

Eddie says she’s 7 and she only had three days left and she’s so gentle and he’d always wanted a dog but Wayne was allergic and look at her little grey snoot and-

And so they had a dog.

They agreed on Zeppelin after a week and a half.

And one day, the dog was nibbling at Steve’s plants again, and he rolled up the newspaper in his hand and started shooing Zeppelin away, and from behind him he hears a very dramatic gasp.

“Steven? Did you just hit my daughter????”

“No, Eds, I just waved it towards her to-“

“STEVEN. are you a PUPPY HITTER???”

“Wh- No, Eddie, Absolutely not! She was eating my Pothos and I shooed her away, I didn’t even touch her!”

Eddie turns to where Zeppelin is watching the altercation.

“My Zippy baby,, come here, come here child.”

Eddie cradles Zeppelin on the floor, wrapping his arms around her gently, like she’s wounded.

“My dear Zippiest of the Epplins, Queen of these lands. Did your papá strike thee with the scroll of this day?”

Steve still swears to this day that his eyes have never rolled so far back in his life.

“Ah yes my poor child I see. His cruelty has wounded your precious soul. He shall be burnt at the stake on the morrow.”

“Eds, c’mon. I’m no puppy hitter.”

Eddie looked deep into Zeppelin’s eyes, nodding his head.

“Mmhm. Mmm, mhm. Okay. Steve, she’s willing to settle without trial.”

Steve sighed, but played along, getting down to eye level with little Zeppelin.

“Zeppelina, princess of the sky, light of my heart. I am terribly sorry for my horrible crime of waving the newspaper within a foot and a half of your body. Will you forgive me?”

Zeppelin kissed Steve’s nose.

Eddie cheered.

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Also consider:

-Steve cross-stitches a pillow that says “no puppy hitters allowed”

-Eddie brings home a cat a few months later, who swatted at Zeppelin once and got put in air jail for her crimes. They had to teach her the house rule, and her and Zeppelin have been pals ever since.

-One of Eddie’s sound guy friends pops Zeppelin on the nose during a party and they ask him to leave.

-Robin is Zeppelin and Luci (the cat)’s godparent. She has been sworn to uphold the “no puppy hitter” commandment. She has added a clause granting her the legal right to strike anyone who striketh the puppy (or kitty) using the same amount of force, or greater. Steve said it would not hold up in court. Robin doesn’t care.

-Dustin pulls the “she’s not a puppy she’s technically a senior dog” bullshit and everyone in the room boos and throws paper balls at him

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Time Loop where it's Eddie stuck. He wakes up after dying by the bats and thinks it's just deja vu. Only during the third, he thinks maybe he's in hell. That he's forced to repeat the worst moment of his life for the rest of eternity. That maybe his dad was right and heaven and hell was real. That being gay was a sin and that now he's paying for it.

Yet by the fifth repeat, he tries something new. He thinks fuck it and does what he wants. He first with Steve Harrington who blushes easily and freezes like a rabbit in a headlight. He doesn't make Eddie feel like an abomination, in fact, it seemed to Eddie that he got flustered by the attention.

Which well, if this was hell, why give him a moment of light in the dark? So it isn't the only thing he does differently. No. When the bats come swarming in Eddie takes out a can of hair spray stolen from the camper and lights the fuckers on fire. He laughs even as one attacks him from behind.

He messes around during the next loop and the one after that and the one after that. But on the 10 or maybe 12th loop, he thinks that maybe it's not hell. How could it be when he gets moments with his friends and can flirt with a boy that might like him back.

So he starts to change more after that. The first thing he does is save himself. Being sick of his painful end, he gets him and Dustin out of the Upside Down the moment they get into the trailer. Then through the trailer and hidden a little ways down.

That's when he learns that not only does he die, but they still loose in the end. He's forced to accept that he had been dying for nothing. That they needed him alive and they needed a better plan.

So in the next loop he tells the group when he wakes up in Max's trailer. He explains it all and no one believes him. No one but Steve. Steve who tried to ignore Nancy's vision and repeated told Eddie through the loops that everyone would work out. Steve who raised a bitchy eyebrow at Dustin when the kid talked about electromagnetic fields and shit.

And as he tries again and again, he knows another constant. Steve trusts him readily.

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Eddie: fuck the rich

Steve: *is rich* please

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i need a fic or something where steve tells eddie "hey you were a dick in high school too. jumping on tables and screaming at people who just want to eat their lunch about their conformism to the man or whatever was annoying as fuck. also why did lucas have to choose between a sport and your nerd game that's normal. people are multidimensional. I'm not alone in this, who wasn't a total dick at 16. where is your redemption arc mister."

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my favorite thing about Steve is that he’s actually a very confident guy, overconfident I would say sometimes, so in my head he has the shortest gay crisis ever like he realizes on a random Tuesday morning while slowly rotting on his costumer service job that his weird fixation with Eddie and how close he is with that punk dude from the Hideout is jealousy actually, so that means he has a crush on Eddie. Huh, that’s weird, has he had crushes on guys before? Maybe, his friendship with Tommy was intense and weirdly possessive actually, and their fight did feel like a breakup kind off and Tommy did behave like a bitter ex afterwards… also now that he thinks about it his obsession with the captain of the baseball team who was a senior when he was a junior was totally a crush in retrospective. And as he comes to this conclusion he also thinks damn what a waste, I could 100% have pulled him. So that same day he’s driving to Eddie’s place like “hi i’m taking you out” and Eddie doesn’t know if he’s about to be wine and dinned or murdered in the middle of the woods but he’s also a weak weak man for pretty boys so he just follows where Steve tells him to go. They have a lovely date at the dinner and then drive up to the quarry to see the sunset and then a very intense makeout sesh in the back of Steve’s car when Eddie remembers to ask him if he’s even into guys. Steve who already has his hands in Eddie’s pants looks him dead in the eye and says “yeah since this morning I think, but also since forever.” And Eddie who had to spend years slowly crawling his way out of Narnia to even admit to himself he was gay even less admitting it to others just blinks and accepts the fact that yeah, Steve Harrington has always had that vibe actually, and resumes kissing him.

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Eddie trying so hard to act normal and failing.

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by sidekick_hero

What happens when Steve meets Eddie Munson, who has just failed his senior year for the first time, during one of his nightly drives?

Words: 2555, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 21 of Steddie Love Month 2024

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Stranger Things 4 Fix-It, Getting Together, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Lives

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Eddie had lost a lot of blood. He thought for sure that he was still talking to Dustin. Shit, was the butthead carrying him? When did he get so strong, and did he get taller? Hmm. What the fuck?

"I love you, man," Eddie mumbled as he wondered if he had already told him this.

"You do?" 'Dustin' said in a squeaky voice.

"Wasn't it obvious?" He asked.

"You haven't known me very long," 'Dustin' said.

"Quality over quantity," he said.

"Nancy, you drive. I got him," 'Dustin' said.

"Um, yeah, okay," Nancy said.

Eddie opened his eyes and discovered that he was being held by Steve. Oh, fuck. If he hadn't lost so much blood, he would have freaked out more, but all he did was gasp. Steve held him tightly.

"I think - I think I love you too," Steve blushed.

"What the f - ," Eddie said before his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he lost consciousness.

The next time he woke up, he was in the hospital with Wayne beside him. He looked tired and ragged. Eddie burst into tears with Wayne as he leaned his forehead against.

"You're okay, son," Wayne whispered.

"I want to tell you everything," Eddie sobbed.

"It's alright, your boy already caught me up," Wayne replied. "We won. Hawkins is safe. You're safe and cleared of all charges."

"My boy?" Eddie asked.

"Steve, he's a good man. Seems like he's good for you. He certainly won't stop gushing about you, and he simply refuses to take off your vest. He claims he doesn't want to lose it," Wayne smirked.

"Steve isn't my boyfriend. I don't like men, although I'm glad you'd be accepting of it if I did," Eddie grinned.

Wayne gave him a look for a moment as if he didn't believe him before sighing and giving him a look of understanding.

"If you say so, but I wouldn't lead the boy on, so let him down gently because I think he might be smitten for you," Wayne said.

Eddie started to argue with him on whether Steve Harrington actually loved him or not when he remembered. His eyes widened.

"It's too late, Uncle Wayne, I already told him I loved him," Eddie said.

"Boy, I thought I you said - " Wayne said.

"I thought I was talking to Dustin! I lost blood!" Eddie exclaimed.

"You mean, the freshman who's five years younger than you?" Wayne asked in disapproval.

"Like a brother, Uncle Wayne! Like a brother!" Eddie said quickly and Wayne sighed in relief.

Suddenly, Steve popped his head in, and his eyes widened when he saw that Eddie was awake. He came all the way into the room, a wide smile on his face. Holy shit, it was like the sun, or were those the pain meds that he was on?

"Eddie, hey!" Steve said, his eyes brighter than ever.

He wore his vest over his polo, and oh, god, he looked good. The pain meds were making him think crazy shit.

"I'll leave you two alone," Wayne said and gave Eddie a look before leaving the room.

"Would it kill you if I gave you a kiss?" Steve asked.

"No," Eddie said with a laugh. "If the demobats couldn't kill me, I don't know why something so sweet would."

Steve practically giggled because, of course, he wasn't thinking of the chocolates like Eddie was. Steve leaned over him and pressed his lips to Eddie's. Eddie's eyes widened, unable to respond, and Steve pulled back with a frown.

"Is something wrong?" Steve asked.

"I thought you meant the chocolate," Eddie whispered.

"Oh, I thought because you said that you loved me that - ," Steve started to say.

"I thought I was talking to Dustin!" Eddie exclaimed, causing Steve’s nose to flare and put his hands on his hips. "Like a brother! LIKE A GODDAMN BROTHER!"

"So, you don't love me. That figures," Steve frowned. "I fall in love too quickly."

"I'm straight. Or, at least, I thought I was. Now, I'm thinking these thoughts where you're the sun and I'm the moon, but we're like together. My brain is all fuzzy, and my tummy. I'm on all sorts of drugs right now, Steve," Eddie said. "I'm pretty sure there's a golden light around you, so I'm not one hundred percent sure you're even real. Can we circle back to this conversation when I'm not high as hell?"

"Sure, Eddie," Steve said softly.

"Just don't give up on me," Eddie mumbled and started drifting off to sleep again, feeling Steve’s lips against his forehead.

"Never."

Eventually, though, when he was sober enough, Eddie became well aware of the conversations he had when he was high. He was mostly healed by now but not totally well enough. Steve and Robin were lounging in his bed on either side of him, arguing over who would win in a fight: Conan or Hopper.

"Conan has a cool sword, no contest!" Robin exclaimed.

"Yeah, but Hopper survived Russia!" Steve exclaimed.

"I don't know, Conan is definitely stronger," Robin said.

"Wait, a minute, Hopper had a sword in Russia," Steve said. "He brought it back with him. It's hanging in his office!"

"Still, Conan," Robin shrugged.

"Wait, a minute, are you doing that thing where you act like you're disagreeing with me, but you actually agree with me?" Steve asked.

"Caught," Robin giggled.

"I hate you," Steve said.

"No, you don't," she sang. "You just think that Hopper would win because you wish he was your dad."

"No, I don't," Steve scoffed.

"Your mustache is looking awfully full," Robin said.

"That doesn't mean anything," he said.

"Yeah, okay, then why do you have a green Hawaiian shirt in your closet?" Robin asked.

"That's just - That's just - alright, fine," Steve muttered. "I do wish he was my dad."

Steve leaned back against the headboard to find Eddie staring at him.

"I love you," Eddie said.

"I thought you were off your pain meds?" Steve asked.

"I am, I had time to think about things," Eddie said. "Decidedly not straight and definitely in love with you. Do you still - ?"

"I still," Steve said breathlessly.

"Do you guys want me to leave?" Robin asked.

Eddie and Steve ignored her as their lips crashed together. Robin let out a strangled yell as she tried to move away.

"PLEASE, DON'T MAKE OUT AGAINST MY BACK!"

Robin finally slithered out of the bed, almost falling on the floor. She strolled out of the bedroom.

"If you hurt my best friend, I'll take your other nipple!" Robin called cheerfully.

"Would she?" Eddie asked, breaking the kiss, wincing.

"Yeah, she almost got me a couple of times," Steve said. "She's got the pinching skills of a lobster."

"Oh my God. Steve, Hopper's out here, and he says he wants to adopt you! Aww, he's got matching shirts for both of you," Robin called out.

Steve pulled away from Eddie and went to jump out of the bed when Eddie grabbed him.

"Be strong, baby, she's fucking with you," Eddie said. "She just wants you to take her to the music store to get that new tape. Don't do it."

"Oh, there's a time limit on the offer. It's going. . .going. . .going," Robin said.

Steve pulled himself out Eddie's grip before running into the living room.

"He was never here, was he?" Steve’s voice came from the living room.

"Now that you're up, can you take me to the music store?" Robin asked.

"Goddamnit!" Steve exclaimed.

Eddie face planted onto the bed, laughing as he plotted his revenge. He was going to get her back when it was her time with Vickie. And despite the fact that Robin is a pain in the ass, Eddie loved her too. As much as Steve, in fact, loved her platonically. And if Robin was Steve’s platonic soulmate, then she was Eddie's soul sister. How many times was Eddie himself as much of a menace to Wayne as Robin was to Steve?