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Me tired

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Eddie fakes an asthma attack so he can hang out in the nurse’s office only to find Concussion 3000 already laying on the comfy cot and - “Wait, don’t - don’t leave me with him.”

Eddie looks at the retreating back of the school nurse and then back at Steve who had his arm thrown over his eyes. He holds his hands out like Steve might make a sudden movement and says, “Don’t die.”

“I will out of spite if you don’t shut up.”

“Then die, I don’t care.”

Those were the last words out of Eddie’s mouth before they both learn that enough head injuries can cause seizures.

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more werewolf stuff

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Steve and Robin accidentally outing themselves because Eddie walked into Family Videos on the first day of Pride like, “What’s up, queers?”

And they both turned to the other like, “Did you tell him about me?”

Eddie is just like, “…?”

And Keith is like, “…”

And Dustin is very loudly like, “Is that why you won’t date each other? Oh my god, why didn’t you just say that!?”

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“I didn’t know you played regular guitar, too.”

Eddie’s lip quirks up in amusement as his fingers brush against the well-worn letters painted on the smooth wood of his first love. Although, it might be time for a touch up—it’s looking less like slays and more like lays.

“Regular? You mean acoustic?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, acoustic, whatever,” He says like it’s obvious that’s what he meant, and obviously Eddie should know because Steve imagines he knows everything about guitars compared to him. “I thought you just played rock and metal stuff.”

“Au contraire, Stevie Wonder,” Eddie grins at him, “This baby can rock just as well as anything else.”

And then Steve laughs. Actually laughs at Eddie’s stupid joke. Eddie’s fingers pluck a string completely out of tune, and his heart is sputtering a mile a minute from staring at the way Steve’s mouth falls open from the most adorable sound he’s possibly ever heard.

“Stevie Wonder? Really?”

And because he’s also an idiot, the metalhead’s response can only be described as an undignified scoff.

“What, you know him, but not Ozzy?” He hopes Steve still remembers their conversation from the Upside Down where this was even relevant. Mostly he hopes that it just isn’t obvious how Eddie hangs onto every word they’ve ever shared.

Still chuckling a bit, Steve shakes his head. “I told you, man, I’m not much of a music guy. The stuff I listen to probably isn’t your style. It’s more 70s.”

This guy was going to make Eddie’s brains fall out.

“Are you kidding? Black Sabbath was also 70s, Ozzy left in ‘79, their fame was totally 70s, man!”

Steve just shrugs. “Well, maybe I’m just not much of your type of music guy, then,” Eddie pokes him in the ribs for his transgressions, “Hey!”

He returns to tuning his guitar like nothing happened. “Not much of my kinda music guy yet, Harrington. That’s the key word there.” He flashes Steve’s skeptical expression a classic Munson smile. He can do this. Steve’s adorable mouth be damned. “If we’re going to be any kind of acquaintances, associates, dare I say even friends—“

Eddie plucks the E string this time. It resounds the proper note.

“—then you’ll be getting a full musical education. Mandatory, no refunds or exceptions, although I do accept tips.” Eddie winks.

“Uh huh, I bet you do,” Steve’s brown eyes are surely getting a workout, and that just makes the curly-haired boy grin wider.

The charms work, and once more it’s just casual banter between them. Nothing more. Obviously.

But Eddie misses the way Steve’s cheeks turn pink when he looks away.

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wip

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I drew this at midnight

Another Pinterest redrew for you heathens

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Steve and Eddie secretly dating.

It's not that they don't want to tell their friends, or that they think their friends won't accept them. They just want to enjoy their relationship a little bit before sharing the news with everybody else. And it's kinda fun, sneaking around to make out behind their friends' backs. Thrilling, even.

But since everything must come to an end someday, their little secret comes out during one of the Party's countless gatherings.

Everybody's at Steve's, making good use of his pool and stuffing their faces with so much junk food Steve's getting a little nauseous just from watching. Robin and Eddie are there as well because there’s no fucking way in hell Steve’s gonna deal with those gremlins alone.

It’s chaos, mostly, since Eddie and Robin can be as bad as the kids, but Steve’s heart is full as he watches everybody having fun and truly enjoying themselves, a stark contrast to what their lives had been a year ago.

At some point, he catches Eddie’s eyes and notices the meaningful glance his boyfriend is giving him. Steve knows that look too well and exactly what it means. He tells Robin he’s going to the kitchen, then goes inside the house. Not two minutes later Eddie is there with him.

Steve pulls him into the laundry room, giggling and stumbling, so they can make out in peace. They lose themselves a little, mouths coming together and hands touching as much skin as they can reach. It’s easy for Steve, really, to forget everything else when Eddie’s nibbling down his neck and chest and grinding against him in a maddening way.

“The others are gonna hear you, baby,” Eddie whispers in his ear and just then Steve realizes he’s been making too much noise.

He pulls his boyfriend up for another deep kiss.

“We gotta go back,” Steve mumbles against his lips.

“We do,” Eddie agrees.

It still takes then a little while to part, though. When they do, they fix their clothes and hair the best they can. Eddie pulls the door open and makes sure there’s no one around before stepping out. Steve follows, making his way to the hallway.

The idea is for Eddie to go back out first, whilst Steve waits a few more minutes in the kitchen. Their plan goes to hell before they can even reach the kitchen, because the bathroom door opens out of nowhere just as they are walking by and the two of them stop, caught by surprise.

They’re even more surprised when they see Mike fucking Wheeler and Will Byers walk out of the bathroom, still grinning at each other all dopey and completely unaware of Steve and Eddie’s presence. At least until Wheeler literally walks into Eddie.

“The fuck!?” Mike snaps, at the same time as Steve says, “What the hell were two you doing there?”

“Kinda obvious what they were doing, Stevie,” Eddie snorts.

And he’s right. Steve knows what those two were doing; their lips are too swollen and there’s a scratch down Wheeler’s neck that looks too much like nail scratching for Steve not to know what those two were doing in his fucking bathroom, but he’s choosing to be in denial here. They are children, his children, he doesn’t want to picture whatever it was happening in that bathroom.

“You’re one to talk,” Mike retorts, eyebrows raised and sending Eddie the bitchiest face Steve has ever seen. “What’s wrong with your collarbone, Stevie? Wild animal attack?”

“Mike, shut up,” Will begged, pulling the other boy by the arm.

“But it’s true!”

“Okay, Will is right, shut the fuck up everybody!” Steve hisses. Beside him Eddie is clearly trying not to laugh, but he doesn’t say anything so Steve considers it a win. Small victories. He shoots a warning glance to his boyfriend before facing the other two. Poor Will looks like he wants to be anywhere but there. “Look, I don’t care what you guys were doing, good for you. But I’m guessing you haven’t told anyone about it, if you’re sneaking around like that.”

They keep quiet, but Byers red face is answer enough for Steve.

“Alright, we also haven’t told anyone, so here’s what we’re doing…”

By the time they are out back with their friends, everything is back to normal. Steve’s hickeys are covered by his shirt and Mikey’s scratches are hidden under band-aids, some bullshit story about bumping into the murderous corner of a cabinet is given as an excuse and, surprisingly enough, the kids buy it.

“You know, we should have seen that one coming,” Eddie says, pointing out to the other side of the pool where Will and Mike are laughing together, apart from the others. They have the same dopey expressions they did when Steve and Eddie caught them red-handed a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, we should have,” Steve agrees. He bumps his shoulder against Eddie’s. “You know Wheeler is gonna be insufferable now that he knows about us, right? He’s gonna hold this shit over our heads forever.”

Eddie laughs hard. “That kid is a bitch when he wants to be, but he’s not cruel. He might try to use this to get free rides to school or access to R-rated movies, but I doubt he’s gonna tell anyone. Byers would kill him if he said anything and poor Mike is whipped. He’s not gonna risk it.”

“I am not letting him get any R-rated movies. He can tell whatever he wants to whoever he wants, I don’t care.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Eddie scoots closer, eyes shining with amusement as he leans in. “Thought you wanted to keep the secret for a little longer.”

Steve leans in a little, his eyes dropping to Eddie’s mouth on instinct. “Hm… I did, because it’s fun sneaking around and fool everyone. But now Wheeler and Byers know, so I don’t see what would be the point anymore.”

Eddie smiles. “Yeah? So I can…”

“Yeah, you can,” Steve nods, and that’s everything he manages to say before Eddie kisses him, right there by the poolside.

Someone wolf-whistles (Max or Robin, probably), there’re some giggles (Erica and El, maybe Will too, Steve bets) and then…

“What the actual FUCK!?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dustin!!” That one is Wheeler for sure.

Steve might let him have his R-rated movies after all.

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who needs season 5 when you can make your own season 5

anyway this is what they were looking up at trust me

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Steve: dude why are you staring at me

Eddie: because your shirtless and im gay

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omegaverse, steddie, dollar princess steve

Omega Steve as a wealthy, American heiress, nouveau riche, dragged to London by his social climbing mother so she can parade him in front of penniless-but-titled alphas.

It doesn’t take long for her to find what she thinks is a good match.

But Wayne Munson, Viscount Hawkshill, surprises both Harringtons when he reveals he was not looking for a bride for himself (being happily married to a widowed omega he knew in his youth), but for his nephew and heir, Edward.

He invites them to visit his estate so the young people can get to know one another, and Sylvia agrees immediately.

Steve, of course, doesn’t get a say.

Eddie is prickly when his uncle returns home, having received the letter he sent ahead, loudly yelling that he doesn’t need some American debutante thrown at him and intends to find a mate on his own…

…and he enters the foyer to Wayne’s disappointed face, a sour-faced woman at his elbow, and behind her the loveliest omega man that he’s ever seen.

Eddie apologizes, offers to show Steve the gardens, but the damage is done. Steve is stiff and cool towards him the whole evening.

It will take all of Eddie’s charms to win over this pretty heiress, and it is now his only goal. By summer’s end, he will return to town with Steve Harrington at his side.

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Steve’s 100% doing this on purpose

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Steve and Eddie meet in a cute little tourist trap of a town. They go all summer dancing around their feelings for each other, but both of them have strict "no dating tourists" policies--- no point in getting attached to someone who already has a return flight booked.

They spend all summer dreading the day the other one heads home. It takes them damn near til Halloween to realize--- neither of them is a tourist.