#clingy!steve harrington

[ghostlyfleur]

steve harrington is a touchy person, especially with his girl.

with his girl, it dials up to eleven. you’re his love and his peace, he needs to be in contact with you at all times, it might even come across as needy or clingy to others, but you don’t mind. not at all. in fact, you love it. for once in your life, there’s another person in your day to day life that you want to touch, to show affection to, cover them in kisses and cuddles and call them cute pet names. you’ll get up from the couch where you’re cuddling with your stevie after giving him a peck — he always insists on parting kisses even if you’re just going to the kitchen to get a glass of water for you two — and maybe you get momentarily distracted by looking for a snack, but it’s enough to get your sweet boy a little whiny, “come back already, honey. what’s taking you so long? i can barely breathe here, sweet girl. c’mere, i miss you. baaaby, c’mere, come back to me!” and he won’t stop begging you to come back to him until you’re rushing over, ready to press kisses all over his face and bury yourself in his warm embrace, water sloshing and spilling from the cup, but neither of you care.

[toktopus-art]

spooky season means more vampire!eddie art 🦇

[nburkhardt]

Clingy Honeyboy

Quick information I don’t want to fully explain: it’s an au of season 4. Steve and Eddie got together while Steve was working at Scoops. The UD isn’t around anymore either.

cw: omegaverse, mpreg (omega Steve & alpha Eddie)

Onto the fic ✨

There’s something up with Steve.

Eddie loves him, like, wants to mate with him kind of love. Is sorta obsessed with him actually. Already half way living together and has family weekly meals with Wayne kinda love. Clings to each other, spends as much time as possible together type of love. Ya know?

And that’s how he knows there’s something up because Steve’s been extra, extra clingy.

So clingy that his best friends officially found out about their relationship, because Steve was glued to his back during band practice one day. (He had to answer many questions that day- with a purring very content Steve leaned against him not even bothering to help, the jerk!)

Look, he’s not complaining. Eddie loves his clingy omega very much, thank you. He’s worried, this is a new level of clingy for his sweet baby.

It’s just…leaning into a concerning amount of clinginess. To the point that he’s skipped days of school and spent it in their nest or in the backroom of Family Video. Steve heavily scents him on the days they do manage to be apart. He’s almost out of clothes because they keep getting stolen!

“Alright, okay. Stevie, Sunshine, Light of my life. What is going on?” Eddie sits up in their nest, watching as Steve stops his hands from continuing fixing the edge of the nest, “Honey?”

Steve shifts to sit back down, confusion all over his beautiful face. “What do you mean, Eds?”

“You’ve been extra clingy, stealing a lot of my shirts. You’re fixing the nest for the tenth time this week and it’s only Tuesday. I’m starting to get concerned, are you feeling okay?”

Eddie reaches over and grabs his hands, squeezing lightly before tugging him closer. Steve goes along and rests his forehead against his shoulder, “I just, I have this need to be with you and- and the nest feels wrong, okay?”

“Wrong? But it’s our nest, has been for a while now?”

Steve lets out a huff, “I know! But it’s, there’s- maybe. It needs more, I don’t know.” there’s tears coming up and Eddie is quick to pull him into a hug, “Doctors appointment?”

“Doctors appointment.”

The day he found the courage to just talk to Eddie, Steve was a little sleep deprived. (Give him a break, it was just after the whole- mall fire, okay?!) It felt out of body, but so amazing, because the alpha said yes to a date.

Right now, right here, he feels that same- giddiness. Feels on cloud nine, his heart is beating so fast and his scent is blooming his joy.

“Congratulations, is the right word, then?” The doctor smiles at them, then while the doctor talks a bit more, Steve blanks it out.

In a few blinks, he’s settled on their couch at home and Eddie is strumming his acoustic guitar. Their combined joyful scents are filling his nose and making him feel warm and happy. They stay like that until Wayne gets home, telling him the news immediately.

Because one, they live together and two, it’s Wayne. Of course he gets to know immediately.

Steve is so happy the days following that everyone gets to smell his cinnamon and the new subtle vanilla scent from his pregnancy. His joy is contagious, everyone they run into ends up feeling just as happy as Steve.

It was only a matter of time for Steve’s found family pack to notice and question the sudden mood change.

(It took Robin a day of working together to piece it together, she knew of their relationship of course, she’s Robin. She freaked, rambled and cried happy tears for him. The front room of Family Video was full of cinnamon and apples from their combined scents.)

Eddie’s busy reworking notes and rereading all his papers, leaning over the table and ignoring the others around him. He’s too wrapped in it that he doesn’t hear or see the door open, until a very familiar scent pops up next to him that immediately gets his attention.

Standing there with a pout already on his face, his arms crossed in the jacket Eddie was wearing last night, is his Stevie. His scent doesn’t give off actual distress or discomfort, so Eddie isn’t panicking yet. Instead he flips his papers over and turns completely to face his Sweetheart.

Around them Eddie can hear how silent it gets as Steve climbs into his lap and immediately scenting him. Eddie’s arms automatically wrap around him and breathes in his favorite scent.

As he opens his eyes, there’s the newest sheep, Steve’s adopted pups, looking at them with wide eyes and mouths wide open. Dustin front and center, an arm up pointing at them looking like a cartoon character.

It’s as Steve’s pur starts up and he fully sinking into Eddie getting comfortable, that the room explodes with questions. At least from the pups- his best friends already know how clingy Steve’s been for weeks now.

“What the hell is this?”

Eddie shifts against the chair and looks over at them, “Honeyboy is clingy.”

It absolutely does not answer the question and if anything, it looks to have annoyed Wheeler- and confuses Henderson even more.

“Honeyboy? How do you two even know each other?! Is he asleep right now?” Dustin’s eyes can’t get any bigger as Eddie watches the wheels turn in his head.

“yes, Honeyboy. Or Sunshine, Baby, Sweetheart, Babydoll, annnnd Stevie.” Eddie smiles as he lists each name, knowing he has even more. “We live in a small town, of course I know him. And yes, he is asleep right now so why don’t you be quiet and not wake my Honey?”

Henderson looks about ready to explode and it would be funny to keep him and the others from getting any more information, but luckily, Eddie’s willing to ignore the little devil on his shoulder today.

“Stevie and I are together, he’s extra clingy right now. Ya happy?”

The boys all look at each other with wide eyes before deciding to whisper to each other and Dustin turns back around and as he starts to speak, Steve shifts against him and Eddie can feel his smile as he moves.

“Teddy forgot one important detail, I’m also pregnant.”

I think if I continue writing, it’d just be more of Steve being clingy and a little shit towards Dustin. So we’re ending it there :)

I was at work the other day and all I could think about was a clingy Steve and how funny if that’s how people find out about their relationship haha. Then i decided I needed this to be just a straight up season 4 au, where the upside down doesn’t effect them anymore bc I didn’t want the hurt/comfort, I just wanted happy and sappy.

@puppy-steve (I saw that comment on the WIP I posted a few days ago ❤️)

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[very-feral-lesbian]

the fruity four + kids as cats pt.1 (pt.2 here) (pt.3 here) (pt.4 here) (pt.5 here) (pt.6 here)

bonus:

[taintedcigs]

steve is so boyfriend material it's actually making me insane. like he'd be so fucking lovesick!!! he'd buy you gifts for EVERY OCCASION!! you got an A on your exam? he's buying u flowers! you passed your drivers test? he's getting you a necklace! you managed to wake up early today? he's surprising you with coffee and a croissant! he will do everything for you, and it's not even exaggerating it!! he will make u food, buy u clothes, make u the cutest mug he learned how to make in the pottery class he took just for u!! and he doesn't care if he's 'whipped' or whatever because he just genuinely loves you so much.

and im pretty sure he swats all the girls away, he has a shirt that says 'my girlfriend is hotter than you' or a shirt where your face is on it that says 'i <3 my gf' and he never takes it off unironically. he's such a lover boy and i want and need him with my entire being it's sick.

[mangywayway]

"I want to open up your ribcage, crawl inside and close the door. A niche made just for me, between your heart and your stomach".

Same version below, just without the written part ✨

[harringroveera]

Steve: I left my phone for five minutes

[slowandsteddie]

Steve, pouting: “where are you going?”

Eddie: “to McDonald’s. Did you want anything?”

Steve, still pouting: “do they sell hugs there?”

Eddie: “I’ve never seen one on the menu.”

Steve: “do you sell hugs?”

Eddie: “no, but I do steal them.”

Eddie, walks up and hugs Steve.

Steve, clinging to Eddie: “can I go with you?”

Eddie, kissing his temple: “Sweetheart. I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

[findafight]

Ok I have a million things to do and write but. Stranger things time travel fic where, after things go right to shit in season 5, Steve, Robin, and Eddie wake in the middle of the school hallway during the first week of school in Fall of 1983.

It takes a hot second for them to realize that the others are back but Robin locks eyes with Steve and proceeds to shriek and launch herself bodily at him, and Steve, who is used to Robin jumping on him just hugs her back and spins her around before worriedly checking her over, which clues Eddie into the fact he is not alone in some twisted afterlife that's just his first go round of senior year.

He is immediately embraced into the group hug when he approaches. There is babbling on all sides. This, of course, is absolutely absurd to the layfolk in the halls of Hawkins High, and the trio realize oh shit! They need a cover story! Cue a very bad lie about an almost-bear-attack in the woods. Because Steves house backs onto them, Robin "reeaaally interested in...uh. moss! Fungi! So much in the woods. Yep" and Eddie just wanted a walk (most believable)

Nancy (who Steve suddenly stopped flirting with when he clutched at his stomach and chest before hugging Robin Buckley of all people like he hadn't seen her in years) is very sceptical. Tommy and Carol are Unimpressed. Barb is gripping her sides and staring at him like he's a ghost.

And Steve, with the knowledge of the past three and a half years in a physical brain that has at least half the brain damage, is like huh. Jason seems to be a Normal Jerk right now, so it must not be everyone who died (thank god)... Eddie died in the upsidedown. Robin and I did too...... oh Shit. Oh no. Because guess who else died in the upside down...

He then proceeds to drag his time travel compatriots towards Nancy's locker, ignores Nancy, and goes "hey Barb! Do you remember trying to shotgun a beer at my house?"

She nods, starting to shake. He very calmly puts his hands on her shoulders. "Okay. So we can explain everything, but not here, okay?"

Cue Steve and Robin trying to explain everything to Barb and Eddie being like "I mean I believe them I just didn't know about anything other than the guy framing me for murder. The Russians are a surprise" and the four of them trying to fix things with the advantages of hindsight and Henry probably(?) Not knowing they know he's behind it, and also maybe falling in love with their dead time travel buddies.

All while Nancy tries to investigate what the fuck happened to bring her best friend closer to the guy who's been flirting with her, a band geek, and the weirdo who runs the DND club and probably sells weed.

[ghostlyfleur]

steve harrington is desperate in his affections…

HE GRIPS YOUR HIPS AND BURIES HIS HANDS IN YOUR HAIR AND PRESSES HIS WHOLE BODY INTO YOU, HE DOESN’T PULL AWAY EVEN IF HE CAN’T BREATHE HE JUST PRESSES HIS LIPS TO YOURS OVER AND OVER AND SIGHS INTO YOUR MOUTH AND DOESN’T LET YOU PULL AWAY, HE WHINES AND WHIMPERS AND MOANS AND GROANS, HE GRABS AT YOU WITH ABANDON, HE WHISPERS HOW PRETTY AND SOFT AND SWEET AND PERFECT YOU ARE IN BETWEEN PRESSES OF HIS LIPS, IF YOU TAKE CHARGE OF THE KISS HIS KNEES WILL BUCKLE, HE BEGS FOR KISSES AND LICKS INTO YOUR MOUTH AND GETS SO NEEDY THE KISS TURNS TO TONGUE AND TEETH AND SPIT AND HE SWEARS YOU DON’T KNOW THE EFFECT YOU HAVE ON HIM AND YOU GET ALL SHY AND HAVE THIS DOE EYED INNOCENT LOOK GOING ON AND “you have fucking ruined me for anyone else, angel” AND HIS LIPS ARE ON YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN

[spideystevie]

Hiyaa! Im sending in 2 prompts for a single blurb.

a small kiss, a slow one, a tired one followed by a soft giggle audible to only the both of them AND

when they're drunk and they keep mumbling i love yous and how much they want to kiss you so bad

Thank you love

hii! thank you for your request, i hope you like it, it got a bit long <3 (1.1k)

18. when they’re drunk and keep mumbling i love yous and how much they want to kiss you so bad + 24. a small kiss, a slow one, a tired one followed by a soft giggle audible to only the both of them [request a soft gesture]

Steve’s normally taking care of you on nights like tonight. Leaving a party where the alcohol flowed and the music left your eardrums buzzing. In a rare shift of events, it’s Steve that’s slurring his words and stumbling as he walks. 

You’d seen him drunk only a handful of times. Once in high school, back when your lives were in separate solar systems and then the graduation party you both attended a couple months after calling it official. 

Halfway carrying Steve out of the party, half his weight leaning on you, you feel a little bit sorry for all the times he’s had to do this for you. He’s all slurred babbles and drunken giggles, clinging to you like if he lets go for a second you’d dissipate into a mist. 

“Steve, where are the keys?” you ask when you get to the car, though it’s a bit fruitless. He blinks at you, slumped against the car all doe-eyed and dopey. 

“I love you s’much,” is all he says, it seems to be the only thing he can say. That and how he wants to kiss you so bad. You try to act annoyed but it’s hard to stop the smile creeping in. 

“I love you, too, Steve but right now I really need your keys,” his lips pull into a grin when you tell him you love him too, almost like it’s the first time he’s hearing it again. He doesn’t respond and you puff your cheeks, blowing air out of them. 

How much did he have to drink?

You reach a hand into his front pocket, fishing for his car keys. Steve smirks, fingers wrapping around your wrist. 

“Woah, take me to dinner first,” he jokes and you shake your head, ignoring the way your face warms up. You find the keys in his other pocket and pull them out. Even drunk, Steve misses the warmth of your hand on him.

It’s a hassle trying to get him into the passenger side of his car. You close the door with a huff, leaning against it for a moment. 

He insists on holding your hand while you drive back to his house, playing with your fingers and pressing messy kisses to your fingertips. All the while, mumbling drunken I love you’s and restating his desire to kiss you. 

You help him up the stairs, only stumbling once, and deposit him on the edge of his bed. He flops back, sighing at the comfort of his mattress while you dig through his dresser for pajamas.

“Gotta get you changed, c’mon,” you tap his thigh and he lifts his head to look at you. You give him your best pleading look and he groans, rolling up slowly off the bed until he’s standing in front of you. He fumbles with the buckle on his belt and you set the pair of sweatpants on the bed to help him. 

He watches you as you almost expertly unclasp it, fingers warm where they scrape the skin of his tummy. You undo the button and zipper of his jeans, helping him slide them down his legs. His hands grip your shoulders, strong and warm as he steps out of them and into his sweats. 

You help pull his shirt over his head. The collar gets stuck around his forehead and you laugh softly. 

“S’not funny,” his voice is muffled and you bite back another laugh, tugging it free and dropping it in a pile with his jeans. He flops back onto the bed, making grabby hands at you.

“Steve.”

“Baby please,” his eyes are big and round, framed by inky eyelashes as he gazes up at you, expression resembling a puppy’s. “Jus’ one kiss, please.”

He’s pouting, hair a riot against his pillows and shirtless with his sweatpants pulled halfway up his legs. You sigh, hands on your hips and the image makes Steve’s pout morph into a grin.

“Steve, c’mon, gotta finish changing,” you shake your head and his pout returns. He huffs, shimmying the sweats up until they’re sitting low on his hips. You smile, soft and endeared. “See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

He rolls his eyes.

“Kiss now?” he’s reaching his hands out for you and you let them grasp yours. He tugs hard and you collapse on top of him with a surprised yelp. 

“Steve!” you chide but your faces are so close now and he’s grinning again. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, pupils like hearts as he looks at you. 

“You’re s’pretty. I love you,” his words are still a little slurred but he says it so soft, so adoring, your face warms and your chest feels flooded with emotion. 

You’re sure you look exhausted, sleep muffled in the shadows of your face. But it’s hard not to feel like the prettiest thing on the planet when he’s looking at you like that. It makes you fluster, tucking your chin to hide a bashful smile. 

Steve tsks, cupping your face and adjusting your head a little clumsily until you’re looking at him again. His eyes light up when you do. “No hiding, wanna see you.”

God, you think you might explode.

“Need to get you into bed,” you murmur. You card a hand through his hair, smiling at the way his eyes flutter closed at the sensation. 

“Am in bed,” he protests. He misses the way you shake your head. 

“I mean under the covers in bed.”

A dramatic sigh and then, silence. 

“Do I get a kiss if I do? Wanna kiss so bad,” he’s almost whining, the pout back on his pretty lips. You almost kiss him right then and there. Instead, you nod and slide off him so he can crawl up the bed and under the covers. 

The alcohol is fading from his system but he’s still clumsy as he settles into bed. You make sure he’s tucked in before heading into the bathroom.

This time he does whine. 

“Where’re you going?” 

You spin to look at him, a clear amusement in your smile and in your eyes.

“I gotta get ready for bed too, honey. I’ll be two minutes, promise,” you say and Steve nods his head with a sigh.

When you come out, changed into one of his shirts that barely hides your underwear, Steve’s nearly asleep. You slide into bed next to him, shutting off the light. At the sound of the sheets rustling, he perks up albeit a little sluggish. 

“Do I get my kiss goodnight now?” he asks. You don’t answer, at least not with words.

You press your lips against his in a small kiss. It’s slow and lazy, shrouded in drowsiness. But it leaves Steve smiling when you pull away and he lets out a soft giggle, one barely audible to the both of you. His eyes are still closed, eyelashes fluttering. 

You press a kiss against his forehead, mumbling a goodnight as he succumbs to sleep.

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Steve: you’re the most jealous man I know

Billy: you know other men?

Steve: you’re the most jealous man I know..

Eddie in tears: you know other men??

[nburkhardt]

Part one Part two

Whispered reassures and promises. Promises of lists and songs on post-it notes. Laughter and praise between it all, it can make someone’s head spin.

It’s definitely making Steve’s head spin.

A quick brush of lips against his temple, so quick he thinks he imagined it. A gentle squeeze of their clasped hands, then both are gone and he opens his eyes to find Eddie now standing smiling down at him with a hand open in front of him.

“Come on, Stevie, let’s continue this on a couch and get something to drink.” Eddie wiggles his hand impatiently, “the floor hurts, Sunshine.”

His brain freezes for a split second before the first smile, a near blinding one spreads on his face. He won’t question the new nickname, maybe someday but not today and maybe he’ll ask Eddie to call him that everyday. For now he watches as Eddie’s smile gets brighter and wiggles his hand again before clasping it with his.

An hour later and they’re sitting on his couch, Eddie’s on one side and he’s on the other; they’re facing each other with their legs a tangled mess. Eddie had insisted, saying it was to ground him. He’ll be honest, he doesn’t quite understand that but it does feel nice. The only other person who insists on physical contact is Robin, but she limits it to a hug or just high-fives. If it was up to Steve, they’d be hugging, holding hands or wrapping ankles together none stop.

Okay, so he might be a little touch-starved now that he’s thinking about it.

It seems though, Eddie doesn’t mind touch. He’s actually the one asking for it first, can’t figure out if it’s because of his breakdown earlier or because that’s just something Eddie does sometimes.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Breaks through his thoughts and he shakes his head to focus on the man across from him, Eddie’s rolling his water bottle between his hands. There’s a curious look on his face, “you’ve been quiet.”

He shrugs a little before leaning back further, “Just, thinking.”

Eddie hums with a nod, dropping his water bottle in his lap and bringing a knee up to rest his head on it, “What about? Pizza won’t be here for another thirty minutes”

He opens his mouth with a lie, a simple ‘nothing, don’t worry about it’ because it’s a lot, today has been a lot to handle. Voicing out loud that he might be touch-starved would be another heavy topic. Despite sharing his deepest secret, his biggest insecurity. Sharing another one? It would be too much for one day.

“Just, that you’re a great person” it’s not a lie, that’ll never be a lie. Eddie is a great person, one of the best that Steve knows. It’s just not what he was really thinking though, Eddie will figure it out when he gets the courage to speak about more insecurities later. “How, um, did you know what to do back there?”

Eddie looks confused for only a second before answering, “pulling you out of the breakdown? Well, I have anxiety attacks sometimes, my uncle still gets panic attacks from time to time. He taught me how to handle them, told me the rights and wrongs on what to do.”

Nodding, he then looks away to stare down at his lap, avoiding Eddie’s gaze. He feels like an open book right now, feels like Eddie is staring into his everything and he feels comfort in that really he does but he's also so terrified of that feeling.

It’s…nice, having someone like this. He knows that his friendship with Robin is similar to that but this? This is different and he doesn’t want it to be like his friendship with Robin.

The doorbell rings and before he can get up, Eddie’s already standing and shakes a finger in his direction, “nah-uh, I’m paying. You stay here, drink the water and relax, okay?”

“Okay”

He doesn’t bother watching Eddie walk to the door, instead he lowers himself on the couch and thinks.

Is this going to last? How true are Eddie’s words? Will he really stay by his side and will he really write positive post-it notes for him? Write a song for him?

He feels like he’s back in Eddie’s hospital room, with questions but his mouth refuses to open. He doesn’t know if he wants the answers, this time either.

For now, he’ll let those questions stay in his head while he enjoys Eddie’s company and some pizza. And hope that tomorrow is better, either with Eddie by his side or without.

~~

He called out of work. He doesn’t do that, it’ll hurt losing that money but he can’t face Robin right now. Doesn’t necessarily want to face anyone right now actually, there’s a chance the kids or even Eddie’s band mates will show up. He can’t handle that, still feeling raw from Eddie even seeing him the way he did.

Currently he’s wrapped up in his blankets on his bed overthinking, again.

Yesterday replaying in his head, Eddie’s words acting as a melody from a song. Sometimes in order, sometimes just one sentence or even one word repeating over and over. If he wasn’t laying in bed, he’d be dizzy and distracted from it.

“one day you’ll believe me”

“I promise you”

“You are not an asshole”

“You’re a good person, Stevie”

“You have me”

He’s tired of tears, but it seems he has an unlimited amount in his eyes. He can’t help but think over all of those words, or just think of Eddie. If he thinks hard enough, he can feel the kiss on his forehead or how their legs were pressed together. It was so weirdly intimate, like he could float away and be present but also not. The idea of being able to not be here seems freeing and that's a scary thought.

All those moments helped him sleep for only a few hours, all the warmth faded before the sun came out and Steve was jolted awake by it. He’s been awake since, the words and memories aren’t enough for him to go back to sleep.

~~~~

Steve's head is all over the place much like my own. Sorry we didn't get more comfort, Steve has a lot of thoughts okay?? He’s an over-thinker. Don't worry more parts are coming :)

Also sorry it’s a lot shorter than the other two and if it’s too non-linear, it made sense in my head ending it where I did 😅

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Part four

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

People have always been afraid of Eddie on a very superficial level. He got good at talking his way out of situations, out of fights that he no doubt would have lost. But talking only takes you so far. At one point or another, someone's not going to care about whatever it is that he has to say, and they're gonna start swinging.

That's where the scary dog privileges come in.

He hasn't dealt with Jason Carver or any of the other asshole jocks in months. Turns out, not even the Hawkins Boy's Basketball Team wants to test their luck against Billy Hargrove.

Billy, with his mean, obnoxious car and bad attitude, has warded bullies away from Eddie like garlic to vampires.

And all Eddie has to do is... hang around the guy.

It's not so bad. They're neighbors in the trailer park, so anytime one of them doesn't wanna skulk around the house, they bum around the other's place. Sometimes they lie down in the jungle gym in the center of the park and smoke some of Eddie's better supply until it's dark out.

Eddie was surprised at first when he started being invited to parties. Not just any parties, the good ones. The ones that had better alcohol and less people. The ones that required an actual invitation.

Sure, he was always Billy's plus one, but still. He was hanging around the "it" crowd and it was strange, to say the least.

To be privy to the hot gossip that stayed in the upper circles of the high school hierarchy.

Not that he really gave a shit about that.

He was in it for the free booze and the shenanigans — the times that Tommy H. would dare Steve to hop his neighbor's fence and steal garden gnomes out of their yard, or when Billy would fall out of a tree that he drunkenly climbed because he was laughing too hard. The fun stuff.

Eddie eventually started realizing that he really enjoyed Billy's company. Like, really enjoyed it. He'd get excited when he'd hear a tap on his window in the dead of night, knowing that he was being beckoned out for a night of fun.

Sometimes it just stayed the two of them. Eddie would buy a six pack and they'd go somewhere private — maybe park out by the quarry and sit in the back of his van while they listened to metal and talked and drank. And then... well, it took a while to get the blond to open up, but he started to speak of things outside of Tommy Hagan's parties and babes from California.

He talked of his mom. Of his little sister, who Eddie had seen him get into screaming matches with fairly often, and how much he tried to be a better person for her. For them both.

It was unspeakably soft.

Eddie, at some point, lost touch with the part of himself that feared Billy. How could he not? He looks at the guy and all he can think about is how softly he speaks when he's comfortable. How easy and laidback he is during the late hours of the night when he fights sleep just to keep the conversation going.

So, yeah, now Eddie gets met with weird looks in the hallways at school when he invades Billy's personal space. Jumps on his back and shoves him around playfully, even ropes an arm around his neck when they walk and talk together.

Completely openly unafraid.

Tommy tried to test the waters one afternoon during lunch. Reached an arm around Billy’s shoulders and patted his chest while he was making some point that didn't matter, and Billy twisted his wrist. Made him whimper and pull away with a confused look on his face.

And, god, was Eddie absolutely thrilled when he found out that he was the only person allowed that close. The only person who could do it without being snapped at.

It eventually stopped being enigmatic and became more of an expectation. If you saw Billy out and about, Eddie wasn't far behind.

"Hey, sorry I’m late," Eddie says.

He slings his arms around Billy's neck from behind. Presses up against him and tilts their heads together.

"Hey." Billy takes a drag from the cigarette perched between his fingers. "Where've you been? People have been asking me where my boyfriend is."

Eddie snickers at that.

"Sorry. Got held up helping Wayne around the house."

"'S okay. You haven't missed much."

He glances around the basement, spies Steve and Tommy bent over the billiard table with intense focus in their eyes, and Chrissy chatting with Heather and a few other ladies in the corner. It's practically all cheerleaders and jocks milling around. More like a work function and less like a high school party.

Eddie prefers the smaller hangouts with just the main group, but he's not complaining. Free beer and free food are some of his favorite things. Even if he’s not getting to help Steve and Tommy steal Principal Higgins’ car or something right now.

"God, Munson, not even here for five minutes and you're already spooning up to Hargrove," Jason says and earns a few laughs. "Why don't you just get it over with and rent a room out at the Motel 6?"

Billy tenses up, but doesn't move away. So Eddie does all he can think to do.

Makes a scene.

He smirks and slides his hands down to Billy's waist to grab at his hips. Hooks his chin over his shoulder and grinds against him, humming delightedly when Jason's face turns white.

"Jealous, Carver? If you want us gone so bad, you could go ahead and pay for our room," he lilts. Turns inwards towards Billy's neck and noses fondly at his skin. "Hell, you could probably join us. Whatcha say, baby, you wanna have a little fun with the basketball captain?”

He coos the last part into Billy's ear sensually. Smooths one of his hands up the expanse of his abdomen, fingers spread, and grinds against his back again.

Everyone's looking. Jason has gone from ghost white to burning red, and Eddie's not sure if he's flustered or if he's angry.

The best part of it all is that Billy doesn't pull away.

"No offense, but I'd rather fuck a tree stump," Billy says.

His tone is flat. Unamused. Like he's above this whole conversation entirely. Eddie juts his bottom lip out in a pout.

"Sorry, Jason. Baby says no."

The room erupts in chuckles, and Jason clears his throat. Turns his attention back to his drink.

Billy takes another puff from his cigarette, tilting his head back against Eddie's shoulder as the smoke fills his lungs. Still unfazed by Eddie's closeness.

"You want a drink, baby?" Billy teases.

He turns to Eddie. Exhales the smoke like fire into his face. The brunet just grins.

"We getting drunk tonight?"

"Mhm."

"Cool."

Part 2 is here

[messrsbyler]

thinking about a late mid-week day, it's pretty late but jonathan is still up, arms crossed and mouth pressed into a straight line as he considers the different pictures he took last week. they are all hanging from strings strapped to the wall. his eyes scan each one, easily spotting the mistakes that by the end of five minutes of just staring end up piling on him and souring his mood.

jonathan doesn't turn when he hears someone's bare feet walking across the room. he also doesn't tense when a pair of arms slide around his waist and pull him closer to a warm and, well, shirtless chest.

as the spring washes away and summers starts to bleed into the nights, steve has grown comfortable to sleep with only a pair of bottoms. not that jonathan minds. he doesn't, at al, except that maybe sometimes it gets a little distracting. like right now, when warmth radiating from his boyfriend's body wraps him up. it's a bit uncomfortable with how high the temperature already is in their crammed apartment, but it's also familiar and jonathan can't help but lean back into steve's touch.

"whatchu doing?" steve mumbles near jonathan's ear, sending a string of goosebumps down his arms. his voice is a bit hoarse. he must've just woken up from his late nap.

jonathan sighs and leans further back until their heads are side by side. "driving myself insane," he says, glaring at the pictures once more. the mistakes are still there, much to jonathan's dismay.

steve snorts. "jonathan byers driving himself insane? never thought it could happen."

jonathan bumps him with his elbow, keeping his arms crossed. "asshole."

instead of pulling back, steve wraps his arms a bit tighter around jonathan's waist. "it's too late, jon," he wines.

"you just took a nap," jonathan deadpans.

"not the point here."

"then go back to bed."

his body freezes and then melts when he feels steve's nose nuzzling his jaw. jonathan's blood is hot and rushing to his face and maybe... to other places as well. "but i want you to come with me," steve says and drops a kiss on jonathan's neck.

jonathan closses his eyes and tries to focus, but steve's breath is still on his skin and his arms are still around his waist and second by second the pictures lose importance.

jonathan frowns. "i gotta hand these in before the end of the week."

"good that it's not the end of the week, then."

"steve-"

"stop worrying so much! c'mon, one night of sleep won't make you fail your class." another kiss on his neck, right above the mole beneath jonathan's left ear that steve seems to like a lot.

jonathan's heart expands inside his ribcage and his will finally crumbles. stupid steve with his stupid shirtless self and stupid nice cologne. jonathan lowers his hands and places them on top of steve's. he sighs. "fine. let's go to bed."

[stevebabey]

RUBY congrats on your milestone!!! I'm extremely happy for you, you deserve it, you always post amazing fics and your blog is SO COOL AND FRESH, ugh I love it!! Sending a lot of kisses and hugs your way ♡

So I'm here to request, I hope it's okay!!

❤️‍🔥 5 and 6 from the first prompt list with steve, I just know you are going to do something sooo fluffy and cute that will mark me forever!!!

HI HI !! thank you so much ur so sweet i am SWOONING over here <3 COOL AND FRESH!!!?? ULTRA TOP TIER COMPLIMENTS MY DUDE!! ahh many kisses and hugs right back at ya ! and omg da first of the blurbs.... it is fluffy as hell im feeling clingy tonite and i hope u luv <3 (ur lucky to get in early they probably won't all be this long hehe)

You're surprised you even managed to convince Steve to come to this party. They're not exactly his scene anymore, especially considering his history with them, but it was a bit more of a familiar friendly crowd — Eddie's band, some of Robin's own friends from band, plus the merry bunch of you that were practically fused together since '83.

Besides, you're sure the fair amount of eyelashes fluttering helped too, lips pouting and eyes sweet.

Steve had even narrowed his eyes, jabbed a finger at you like he was about to say 'that's not fair!' like he had a thousand times before. Some whine about how he was powerless when you gave him those eyes.

Tonight, he had just sighed and folded, any annoyance melting away at your glee.

Parties were better with Steve. If you both had a ride home, he'd get himself into the G&T's until he was loopy and draping himself all over you. Absolute mumbler he was while drunk. It was all you're so pretty and how'd i get so lucky? between wet kisses anywhere he could land them. You not-so-secretly loved it.

Tonight, however, you're the lovesick one.

Like it's your fault; he's wearing one of his button downs that's tight on the arms and a few buttons too low. A hint of chest hair peeks out, flush against tan skin that's riddled with moles you've kissed a dozen times over each. Even without the extra beers tonight you think you'd be in a mood.

The extra alcohol just gives you confidence.

Steve's talking when you approach, his back to you, and you take no mind to distract him from his conversation. Silently, well as much you can while tipsy, you sneak your arms around his middle and slump.

You hear a rumble of surprise through where your head presses into his back, a pause in the conversation, then he places his warm hands over both of yours. You delight with a grin. Then, keeping his hands in place to keep you where you are, he's twisting to look over his shoulder. You dig your chin in to meet his eyes with a doozy smile.

"Hello trouble," He says, all too fond. God, he looks so sweet, amber eyes all sweet and smile all too mischievous. Thank God he's yours.

"Hi." You say back, a grin curling at your lips. You think about tucking your hands under his shirt, just to hold him closer. You're sure he'll get the mental messages you're sending him much better if there's skin-to-skin contact —though, you needn't worry, Steve can tell you love him just from the look on your face.

"All good back there?" He asks, mainly as a joke but you nod very seriously and then tilt your head towards his conversation partner. Some dude who had graduated the year after him, friends with Robin he thinks. It's small talk.

"Yup." You smile wide, a bit dopey, and press a kiss into his back. "Y'keep talking Stevie."

He can tell you mean it so he does, turning back around and adjusting his grip over both of your hands to hold them both tighter. You hum happily. The conversation resumes. It takes all but a minute for your attention to crawl away.

You shift your hands slightly, wriggling out of Steve's grip and you miss how he frowns down bemusedly at your wandering hands. He silently hopes you aren't heading for his pants, mainly because there's a spectator to your strange but endearing behaviour. You don't, instead just tucking them under his button up and pressing your icy fingers against his tummy.

Steve snorts a quiet laugh and tries not to shiver, but apparently, that's too much movement for you.

"Tch, stop moving!" Your voice draws out, dipped in annoyance. You thump your head against his back and Steve laughs again, a bit pink in the face when the dude moves away with an awkward goodbye. Steve doesn't blame him, with your roaming hands, though he's fairly sure you're actually just looking for a cuddle.

Steve stills himself. "Why—"

"You feel amazing in my arms," you say, muffled by your face in his shirt. You squeeze him a bit tighter, a hug that actually squeezes his heart too because fuck, if he doesn't feel adored right now.

"Baby," He starts, prying your arms off just enough to turn and face you. You whine a bit but it dies down at being able to lean your head against his chest, chin planting between his pecs. You gaze up at him and blow a half-hearted raspberry. Steve thinks about dipping you sweet and kissing you there, just to see if you'll get warm enough in the face that he'll feel it too.

"D'you wanna go home?" He asks.

You shake your head but tighten your hold. Steve sweeps a hand across your forehead, pushing back stray hairs with a loving hum. "If we go home, we can cuddle, yeah?"

You seem to only just realise this as he says it and it sways your decision in an instant. "Okay, yeah, yes please," you murmur as you bury your face back into his chest. Your please sounds like peas and Steve thinks his heart might ache a little softer because of it.

If you had told sophomore Steve that in the future, he'd be ditching a party early, just for some cuddles, he's sure he would've scoffed at himself. Steve thanks the heavens above for change and let you drag him out the door, footsteps giddy and kisses abundant.

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