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#steddie office party au
sam-loves-seb · 1 year
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steddie christmas party au
the thing is--there's an office holiday party coming up.
steve, who works as a guidance counselor at hawkins middle, knows that every year the staff throws a holiday party. he wasn't here for the one last year, off visiting nancy and robin in boston for the holidays, but everyone says it's always a good time and the teachers have all been hounding him to go.
the thing is--he wouldn't even mind going alone. he actually likes some of his co-workers, and he has enough natural charm to survive one night of bad food and christmas music and punch that's just a little too strong to have more than two glasses without getting wasted. he knows that he could go alone and everything would be fine.
but he doesn't really want to.
"plus one?" the school secretary says with raised brows as he hands in his rsvp card. "i didn't know you were seeing anybody."
steve just shrugs as he turns to head back to his office. it's not like people haven't tried to pry into his love life before--some of the female teachers make their availability blaringly obvious to him every time he answers the question "do you have a girlfriend" with "no"--they just haven't gone about it in the right way.
it's not like he's hiding his relationship, people just assume, and they assume incorrectly. that's not his fault.
"the staff christmas party?" eddie asks that night as they're getting ready for bed. "you seriously want to go to that?"
"you don't have to come," steve tells him around a mouthful of toothpaste, then spits. "i just thought it might be nice for you to meet some of my co-workers, and for some of them to meet you. but if you don't want to come with me, that's okay, really."
"babe, if you want me there, i'm there," eddie tells him as he ditches his jeans for flannel pajamas. "just don't be surprised when i get tipsy off the punch and make a fool out of you on the dance floor."
and so, they went to the party with steve dressed in his usual khakis with this favorite ugly christmas sweater worn over a casual dress shirt, and eddie in his usual black on black, though he switched the band t-shirt for a button-up. he added a red tie last minute to try and be more festive for the party, even though steve kept telling him he could wear whatever he wanted.
they walk into the gym hand in hand, and more than a few people stop talking to turn and stare.
but eddie's not paying attention because he's looking at the tinsel hung up on the walls and wondering how they got it that high up, and steve ignores all the surprised faces looking at him until he spots his group of friends tucked together in the corner, some with their spouses, some without.
he drags eddie over to them and introduces him as his boyfriend--saying it loud enough for every goddamn eavesdropper to hear it clearly--and eddie shakes hands and smiles as steve's friends greet him without missing a beat.
they eat and they drink and they dance, and most of the party gets over their initial shock pretty quickly after seeing how happy steve is with eddie around. the rest of the night goes by quickly, and someone even snaps a picture of steve kissing eddie under the mistletoe hanging over the gym door.
by the time the students come back from break in the new year the rumors about mr. harrington sexuality are basically non-existent--thank you short attention spans--and most of the teachers have stopped asking him if he has a girlfriend. steve feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, one he didn't even realize he was carrying. it's freeing, having everyone--everyone who matters--know about about eddie.
and when the staff christmas party rolls around again next year, steve has twice as much fun dragging eddie under the mistletoe with a ring on his finger and a date picked out for the spring.
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thisapplepielife · 2 months
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Secret Santa
Written for the Second Annual Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge hosted by @thefreakandthehair.
Prompt: Office Party | Word Count: 6025 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ Only | Tags: Steddie, Steve POV, The Office AU, Office Setting, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Toys, Bathroom Sex, Mutual Assisted Masturbation, Holiday Party, Secret Santa, Background Jancy, Secret Relationship, Platonic Stobin, Platonic Hellcheer, Eddie & Gareth Friendship
Can also be read right here on Ao3.
This definitely has vibes borrowed from The Office. If you're familiar with that, you can picture Steve's desk as in the same location as Jim's.
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Steve slumps behind his computer monitor at his desk, trying to make himself as small as possible. It's days like today that he really wishes their office had private cubicles instead of an open floor plan, because that'd actually give him somewhere to hide. As it is, with all of them out in the open, it means he's a sitting duck. No flimsy temporary wall to crouch down behind, no nothing at all between him and the horror that is lurking on the other side of the room.
And right now, he really wants somewhere to hide. But unless he wants to crawl under his desk, the room really doesn't offer much protection.
Honestly, he usually doesn't mind their setup at all. He likes the openness of it. He likes to see his coworkers all day. His friends. He likes to be able to talk, and yeah, to avoid work. He's nosy. He wants to see what insanity everyone else is up to every day. That always gives Robin and him things to gossip about later, and that's one of their favorite pastimes. He can look over at Robin behind the receptionist desk, and they can have long conversations with each other, using just their eyes. 
They can talk about a cute new girl (or guy, if Steve's the one looking) that's been hired. They can bitch about stupid policy changes. Or a co-worker being a fool. Anything, everything.
But not today. 
Today, Steve scoots down further in his chair, hoping that maybe he can make himself totally invisible, if he just wishes for it hard enough. 
Because right this minute, Nancy's on the party planning warpath, and he wants no part of it. Party planning isn't anything he's ever been good at, well, beyond hosting a few laidback keggers as a teen, he supposes. Those all went as expected. But office parties? No way. That fact should be obvious to all of them after they forced him onto the party planning committee back in August, and his choices just made them all clutch their pearls. 
Steve didn't know that even though there's a full list of silly, made-up holidays to choose from each month, apparently not all of those days are actually on the Nancy-approved list. Steve definitely didn't know that was an unspoken rule for the monthly morale party, so for August, he picked Work Like a Dog day, and convinced half of the office to show up in dog costumes. 
Nancy Wheeler didn't find it funny. At all.
That's okay, Steve thinks it was hilarious. 
If it wasn't actually an option for a party theme, then they shouldn't have put it on the goddamn list. 
And what the fuck does it matter, anyway? Honestly. The monthly staff party is just an excuse to have cake, punch, and thirty minutes longer for lunch. Nobody really wants to attend these office parties, anyway. Might as well make them a little more unpredictable, a little more fun.
The theme can't possibly matter. It's all bullshit. 
But now, here they are in December, and this is the annual holiday party they're talking about. Not a random monthly party. Oh no, this is the big one. The one that takes place after hours. 
And to Nancy, and the rest of the party planning committee, it matters. 
A lot.
So, Steve's hiding. Like a coward.
"You're such a coward," Steve hears from across his desk, a low, taunting hiss pointed in his direction. 
He doesn't look in the direction of the voice, because he's smart enough to not fuck this up with any sudden movements. He's aiming for invisible, after all, but he can't resist slowly raising his hand, flipping Eddie off in slow motion. 
Eddie laughs, so Steve knows the message landed, loud and clear, even if Steve never looked in his direction.
Fuck him for reading Steve's mind. Of course he's being a coward, but there's no reason to announce that fact. That's just rude.
Steve and Eddie share space, in their little group of desks. Steve sits on the end, and then there's two desks facing each other in front of him. Eddie is to his right, and it's really not so bad. Steve's had some weird fucking deskmates over the years, so much so, that having Eddie Munson at his side has been a breath of fresh air in comparison. A relief, even. Eddie's just loud, and messy.
Steve can handle loud and messy, even if Eddie's shit is apt to spill over onto Steve's desk most days, crowding him out of his own space. Steve can hold his client binder on his lap. That's no problem. Hell, he doesn't even get all that mad when Eddie gets too loud and gets them both disapproving looks. At least it's always fun while it's happening.
Gareth sits on the left, right across from Eddie, and right now he's slid down so far in his chair that he's practically under their desks, just like Steve. Smart kid, he's learning. 
Steve dares to glance over and see what's happening across the room. 
Nancy is leaning over Jonathan's desk, and Argyle is making faces behind her back. Nancy has eyes in the back of her head, so she definitely knows he's doing it, and Argyle is just asking for trouble. He's gonna get put on the party planning committee if he isn't careful. Which, Steve supposes, is a way better outcome than him getting recruited.
Nancy has her hand resting on Jonathan's shoulder as she talks to him, ignoring Argyle completely.
Steve isn't supposed to know that Jonathan and Nancy have been sneaking around the office, fucking in all the secluded corners of the warehouse, with far less stealth than they think they have. He doesn't blame them. He knows they don't want to go to HR and fill out the paperwork informing the company about their relationship.
Steve gets that. Because he also feels like it's none of the company's business who he fucks on his own time, and definitely wouldn't volunteer that information up willingly, either. None of them ever want to go deal with Murray for anything at all if they can help it. He asks far too many personal questions. It's always uncomfortable, and best to be avoided at all costs.
However, Steve thinks it's mighty funny that Nancy Wheeler, the rule-follower that she likes to pretend she is, is currently breaking them left and right. It honestly makes him like her even more.
And he does like her. Don't get him wrong, just not on party planning weeks. During those weeks, she's the enemy and must be wholly treated as such.
"Steve," Steve hears his name, a hushed whisper, and he turns to look at Robin sitting behind the reception desk.
He waves her off with a small hand movement. He needs to make sure Nancy has settled on haranguing Jonathan and Argyle before he dares to stick his neck out in the open.
Before Steve can say anything back to Robin, The Boss comes out of his office behind Steve's back, clapping his hands together for attention, and they all turn to look in his direction.
Bob Newby is kind of a goofball, and just a little bit doofy, but he's well-meaning. At least Steve's pretty sure he is. He doesn't seem to have a mean bone in his body. As far as bosses go, they could all do way worse.
"Hey there," Bob says, clapping his hands together again, "I told Nancy to make the holiday party this year a big one. A fun one. A special one. And to do that, Steve's gonna help her. Right, Steve?"
Well, Steve wants to strangle Bob, now. Well-meaning, his ass. He's not only mean, he's evil. He's a filthy traitor that Steve would feed to wolves given half a chance after this utter betrayal.
But Steve nods, because he's not actually gonna tell Bob no. It's not worth the pitiful face he'll get in return. Eddie is laughing, and if Steve gets the angle right, he's pretty sure he can kick Eddie in the shin under their desks without even looking.
He hits the mark and Eddie hisses at the blow, and Steve bites back a smile. Eddie had that coming, the asshole.
Then Steve has a better idea, a meaner idea, and he sits up straighter in his chair, and turns and looks right at Eddie, pointedly, "Yeah, and Eddie offered to help me!"
If looks could kill, he'd be dead, but Eddie gets what he deserves. If he wants to be a jerk, he can just help Steve out with planning this shitshow. 
Bob is pleased at this though, and announces, "Great! Just don't pick anything scary, guys. I hate scary." 
Steve grins, wide. That's a directive for Eddie, not him, and it amuses Steve greatly. 
"Got it. Yeti and Krampus are out," Eddie says, with fake sincerity. 
Chrissy squeals with delight that they are both actually willing to help with this party. Willing is definitely a stretch of the imagination, but Steve and Eddie both smile at her. She's sweet, and Steve knows Eddie will do anything she asks him to, because he's that wrapped around her little finger.
That's okay, Steve's just as wrapped around Robin's, if not more, so he can't really throw any stones in Eddie's direction about that.
Steve nods, and gives Chrissy a tight smile. They'll make this work. It looks like they have to, since they definitely lost this round of office politics.
Nancy is glaring in their direction, suspicious, "Well, fine. We'll just have to plan for every possible disaster with you two in charge."
"Hey! The dog party was a barking success," Steve yells at her, and she huffs and spins around away from him. Annoyed. 
He smiles, and looks over at Eddie, and he's smiling back. 
Maybe this won't be the end of the world after all.
Later, after the dust has settled, Steve leans on Robin's desk, looking down at her, disapproving. He's eating his lunch standing up at her desk, both of them sharing what they have, passing things back and forth. 
Looking across the office, Steve can see into the break room, and Eddie is sitting at the closest table to the windows with Chrissy, both of them digging around in his metal lunchbox. They can leave for lunch, and sometimes they do, but most of the time they all just pack lunches and hang around. Sometimes, they'll all chip in and do a group order, running out to pick up burgers or pizza, but that takes advance planning, and that isn't exactly Steve's strong suit. 
Eddie is digging around in his lunchbox, and Steve wonders what Eddie has packed in there today, pretzels, maybe a sand-
"Focus, dingus. I tried to warn you," Robin hisses, and his attention is drawn away from Eddie and his mystery lunch, when Robin taps her hand on the counter in front of him.
Steve turns to look back at her, glaring. She's his best friend, but right now, she's definitely the enemy as Bob's secretary. She could have stopped this if she'd wanted to, he's absolutely sure of it.
"You're on the party planning committee," he accuses, "and you have Bob's ear. Why didn't you make this go away for me?" 
She wrings her hands, "I tried! Bob liked your dog party!"
Well, Steve has to laugh at that. That's what he gets for being smartass, he supposes. He tried to poke Nancy with a stick so he'd never have to have a turn at party planning ever again, and inadvertently just ended up coming across as a fun party planner to Bob. 
Goddamnit. That was not the desired effect he'd been hoping for.
So, now he's stuck. And this is his own fault, it seems. But at least he took Eddie down with him. That's the silver-lining, for sure.
Steve will make it work. It's only a week of hell. He can survive a week.
"Trust me, we tried. None of us wanted you in charge again," Robin snaps.
"Hey!" Steve shouts back, offended, and she just laughs. 
"Seriously. Nancy has standards, expectations, and dog parties aren't part of the playbook."
Steve smiles, "Well, I guess I should be left off any committees from now on."
"No such luck," Robin snarks, "but Nancy, Chrissy, Barb and I will definitely make sure whatever you two try to plan isn't dog party levels of weird."
"Gee, thanks. If you want to micromanage it, why don't you just do it yourselves? Wouldn't that just be easier for everyone involved?"
Robin shrugs, "Just make Bob happy. It's Christmas."
"Yeah, yeah," and Steve glances back, looking for Eddie again, and now he's sitting there playing finger football with Gareth as Chrissy watches. Both of them flicking a paper triangle back and forth across the break room table, trying to hit field goals through each other's finger goal posts. 
That's about the extent of any sports that either one of them has ever played, Steve's pretty damn sure.
Gareth, the new kid, started a while back, and Eddie took to him immediately. Steve has tried not to be jealous. But it was hard. He still kind of wanted Eddie and his attention all to himself, as selfish as that sounds.
But he's had to learn to share, both Eddie and their desk space with Gareth, and he's watched as Eddie has tried hard to shape Gareth into a good salesman. 
Robin's desk phone rings, and she picks it up, and he takes that as his cue to walk away. He heads towards the break room, and leans in the doorway, watching them play.
"I've got winner," Chrissy says, "but you can take on the winner of that match, if you want."
Steve nods and smiles, and walks on in, sliding into the only remaining chair left at the table.
When four-thirty rolls around, Bob comes over and sends Steve and Eddie off to start planning this party they are now in charge of together. At least they get a half-hour of paid nonsense time, Steve guesses.
So, now they sit in the empty meeting room at the long table, and just look at each other.
Finally, Eddie breaks the silence.
"Okay, smart guy, what's your big plan this time? Cat party?" Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow, challenging Steve.
"Yep. Pussy party," Steve says, deadpan, and Eddie tosses his head back and laughs, hair flying. 
Work has definitely been more entertaining since Eddie Munson showed up last year, all long-hair and lackadaisical attitude. Eddie doesn't conform to any sort of standard expectations, won't, but he can sell like a motherfucker. He has a silvertongue that Steve only wishes he possessed. Steve can sell, too. But he has to lean heavily on being earnest. That's his angle. 
But it's not Eddie's. No, Eddie can just bullshit his way through sales with anyone on the fly, easily meeting his quota and walking away with a damn good commission check every payday, and that hardly seems fair. Steve's been here forever, but Eddie took to it so much quicker.
"Pussy hats for everyone, and the party favors? Pocket pussies," Eddie states, still exploring this party idea with a shit-eating grin, and it makes Steve giggle.
If only. 
Though, this still might be fun to plan together, even if that can't actually be the theme. Nancy would murder them both.
They better do something safe, like Secret Santa. Bob always likes that, and this is really for him more than it is the staff, Steve's pretty damn sure.
They can just go traditional, make everyone happy and save themselves a lot of grief. 
That doesn't mean they won't sit here and bullshit, like they are really talking this thing through in great detail.
"Secret Santa? That's the theme?" Robin asks later, clearly disappointed.
"Classic. Easy peasy," Steve says, leaning on the tall counter that runs around her desk. He's waiting for her to finish up so they can leave together. 
Tonight, they're all going to happy hour at Chili's. They do that from time to time. Most of the office meeting up after work to drink and let loose.
"Lazy, uninspired," she taunts, and he reaches out like he's going to flick her ear, but she dodges his hand, laughing. "Bob's gonna be disappointed in you."
"He won't. He'll love it," Steve says, and Robin knows it. She's just being difficult. "Will you make up the slips so we can draw names, or not?" he asks, trying to give her the eyes. They don't really work on her, not anymore. But he still tries.
"Fine, but this is not fun. I was expecting dog party levels of unhinged theming from you both. You disappoint me."
"You love me," Steve counters.
"Of course I do, dingus. Now leave me alone so I can finish up and we can get the fuck out of here."
He presses his hands together, bowing to her, just a little, and then heads back to his desk. Eddie is still on the phone, wheeling and dealing, like a pro. 
Making money, even after hours. 
Asshole. 
Gareth is sitting at their desks, watching Eddie with wide eyes. 
"He's good, right?" Steve asks, and Gareth nods. "It's okay if it's hard to make sales, especially at first. It's hard for all of us, except Eddie. But he's a freak."
Eddie hears him, and sticks his tongue out, not missing a beat of his phone call.
"You'll get better. I promise," Steve says, turning to look at Gareth.
Gareth nods again, and Steve smiles. Steve was probably not that much younger than him when he started working here, and it looks so young now, seeing it on Gareth. He never thought he'd still be here, all these years later. 
But he's made friends here, good friends. His best friend. If he never worked here, he'd never have met Robin, and that'd be a goddamn tragedy. 
And he met Eddie, so honestly, he doesn't have too many complaints.
Turns out, Nancy loves the Secret Santa theme, which Steve isn't surprised about. It's right up her alley. Normal, basic, a classic. No dog costumes to be found.
"What's the price limit?" she asks, holding her notepad in hand, and Steve looks at her. Is he supposed to decide that? He feels like that's a job for her, or maybe even Bob.
"Twenty-five dollars?" he offers, and she thinks about it for a minute, then nods, writing it in her notes, apparently agreeing with his assessment. 
Great.
"And, is it a traditional Secret Santa where we draw names, or a white elephant situation?"
"Um, traditional?" he hazards a guess and she nods, happy. Apparently that was the right answer, again. He's on a roll today. Hot damn. Maybe he needs to buy a lottery ticket.
Steve sits at the high top table at Chili's, sharing an Awesome Blossom with Robin and drinking his third margarita. Eddie didn't show up. Steve is pretty sure he said he was coming, but now Eddie, Gareth, Chrissy, Jeff and Goodie are all no-shows. 
That's okay. 
But he would have gone home instead of coming himself if he knew Eddie was bailing. Not that he isn't enjoying spending time with Robin and everyone else, he is, but still. 
He raises his finger, ordering one more drink. Robin's definitely gonna have to drive him home. 
The next morning, Nancy drops off a list of party vendors for him to call, and Steve pushes it towards Eddie. He's the one with phone magic.
And Steve's a little hungover. Eddie's not. 
Not to mention Steve's still a little mad at Eddie for deciding to skip happy hour without telling him. 
"Hey, don't be pushing your chores off on me," Eddie says, pushing it back across the desk in Steve's direction.
They both push on the paper, in a stalemate, wrinkling it under their fingers.
Steve gives him the eyes, "C'mon. You know you'll have better luck. We'll get an awesome cake, and a great meat and cheese plate if you call. You know it."
"Which is ironic, because if the little old ladies working could see me, and then see you, it'd be you they'd be falling over themselves to please," Eddie says.
Steve rolls his eyes. Little old ladies love Eddie, at least after they look past his clothes and hair. He's too charming for them to not love him. He's got a chivalry that is innate, and Steve doesn't have that at all. He likes to think he's nice, but he's not as charismatic. The Harrington Charm is a different beast than whatever Eddie has going on, that's for damn sure.
Eventually, Eddie takes the paper, and picks up the handset of his phone, and starts dialing the first number, and Steve just grins, pleased.
He listens, and tries to ignore the dull headache that's plagued him all morning.
When Eddie hangs up the phone, he looks at Steve, "Shoulda came to Poor Richard's with us, like you said you would, and then you wouldn't have a hangover from all that chain restaurant cheap well tequila."
Steve glowers at him. They've been over this fifty times. Nobody said they were going to Poor Richard's last night. It was Chili's, and the fact that everyone else showed up at Chili's except for Eddie and his friends, is all the proof Steve needs.
Eddie didn't listen, and they ended up at different bars. 
But Steve forgives him as he keeps making calls, and before long they have everything in order for next week's party.
And a week later, they all sit around in a circle of chairs like they're kindergarteners, which feels foolish. But Bob is clearly having fun, dressed in his full Santa suit, as he pulls the wrapped packages out of the bag and passes them around to their rightful owners.
It's fine. Lots of generic gift boxes. Hot cocoa samplers. Summer sausage and cheese gift sets. Blankets, mugs, candy. A foot bath. Just stuff. More things that nobody really needed, Steve's sure, but it makes Bob happy, so they all at least pretend to be excited about whatever they've gotten.
They all thank their Secret Santa, and it's all very normal. Boring. So boring. 
But Steve has a plan for later that he thinks won't be quite as boring as this has been.
The gifts all opened, Steve holds open the plastic trash bag as Eddie picks up the wrapping paper off the chairs, the floor. Tidying up while the rest of the committee goes and starts getting the bar set up.
Steve isn't sure how Bob swung it, but they actually get to serve alcohol this year. 
Jeff and Goodie volunteered to play bartender, and that's great with Steve. He was sure he'd get stuck doing it, with Eddie's help if he was lucky. But this is better. Way better. They'll be able to just enjoy themselves.
As soon as it's up and running, Steve and Eddie are first in line for a drink. Steve goes easy on them, but Eddie's trying to order things they definitely don't have the supplies for. The budget was limited and they decided to stick to the most popular basics. 
Goodie listens to Eddie lists off his third try at an elaborate drink order, and then just pours Eddie a Jack and Coke.
"Just what I wanted," Eddie says, picking it up with a snarky grin.
They're a few drinks in, and the music has been turned up, when Steve nods towards Eddie, ready to slip away during the confusion. Steve shakes a wrapped gift in his hand, and Eddie quirks an eyebrow, curious, and follows him out into the hallway. They ride the elevator up one floor in silence, and then Steve leads Eddie into the empty bathroom on the floor right above their office space.
They can hear the thumpa thumpa of the music down below, feel it vibrating beneath their feet. Gareth and Argyle have teamed up to play DJ, and Steve is sure Nancy hates the music choices. They definitely aren't playing classic Christmas tunes, that's for damn sure.
Steve pushes the wrapped gift into Eddie's chest, and Eddie sits his drink down on the sink.
"What is this?" Eddie asks, looking down at the gift in his hands. He wasn't expecting it, clearly.
"Well, I didn't draw your name for the official Secret Santa, but I still wanted you to have your party favor," Steve says, trying to keep a straight face. This is a ridiculous thing to do. Especially at work. "Open it."
He watches while Eddie tears off the wrapping paper, throwing it onto the bathroom floor, and then Eddie's looking down at the fleshlight he's holding in his hands. 
And he promptly blushes a deep crimson.
Holy shit. 
Steve had no idea that Eddie could blush. Maybe this wasn't a great idea. Maybe he's about to lose his job for sexual harassment at work. At Christmas, no less.
Then, Eddie laughs. Loud and amused, eyes lighting up.
"Well, there's a first time for everything, I guess," Eddie says, turning over the toy in his hands, walking into the open stall. Steve follows.
"Not a sex toy guy?" Steve asks, crowding a little closer to him.
"Not a pussy guy," Eddie answers, then laughs, "I thought you knew that, Steve."
Yeah, Steve knew that. But he pretends he didn't.
"Oh no, do they make pocket assholes? Maybe we could exchange it, get you what you really like," Steve teases.
And Eddie grins, dimples showing, as he presses the toy back into Steve's chest, and Steve takes it. 
"This one is just my favorite, and I thought you might like it," Steve says, looking Eddie right in the eye, standing nearly nose-to-nose in the cramped bathroom stall. 
And Eddie is looking back at him, with an expression Steve can't really read. It looks like he's maybe surprised Steve is cool. Which is crazy. Steve's cool. Steve's been fucking guys since he was in college, girls even earlier than that. He's not really all that fussed about it. Boys, girls, both at the same time, once. 
That was an interesting night, to be sure. Not one he expects to repeat anytime soon, but it's definitely an experience he's glad he had. 
Steve holds the toy in his hand, studying it carefully, and then he looks up into Eddie's eyes. 
"You wanna try it?" Steve asks, raising his eyebrows in question.
"Now?" Eddie asks, dropping his voice low, sounding shocked at this suggestion. 
Steve shrugs, and Eddie eventually nods, slowly. 
"Yeah. Yeah, let's do that," Eddie says, putting both of his hands on Steve's arms, squeezing.
"Are you sure you want to do this here? I was just kidding," Steve asks, even if he wasn't, not really. But he still wants to make sure this is something Eddie is actually interested in doing with him, here and now, and not something he's pushing onto him like a big, fucking creep.
Eddie nods and smiles, so Steve presses him back against the wall of the bathroom stall, Steve's palm firm on Eddie's shoulder. He hands the fleshlight back to Eddie, and digs a packet of lube out of his pocket, handing that over, too.
Steve reaches for Eddie belt, his zipper, and carefully, slowly, undoes his pants. Pulling them down over his ass, boxers going down with them, and then he's just looking. Staring. Wanting.
Eddie's already drizzled lube into the opening of the fake silicone pussy, so Steve takes it from him. Steve doesn't touch Eddie's dick, although it's straining, red and flushed at the tip, begging for Steve's undivided attention.
And as much as Steve wants to give it that attention, wants to drop to his knees, throw the toy aside and suck Eddie's dick, he doesn't.
Instead, Steve grips the pocket pussy in his hand, and angles it, lining it up as best he can. He nods at Eddie, and holds it steady as Eddie pushes into it. Unsure at first, but after a few test thrusts, Steve feels the pressure, the force, behind the snap of Eddie's hips with every thrust. And Steve thinks about what it'd be like if it was him Eddie was pushing his dick into, instead of this toy.
His own dick is hard, so fucking hard, just watching this happen. He can't tear his eyes away. He watches Eddie's dick go in and out.
Eddie groans, leaning forward and resting his forehead on Steve's shoulder, still moving his hips. Still fucking, still pushing his cock into the toy in Steve's hand. Again, and again. 
Steve can't see now, but he can feel it. Can hear it.
It's noisy and loud, making a filthy, wet, squelching sound that sounds even more scandalous as they're hidden away in a public bathroom. Like they might get caught any second, doing this devious thing together.
Eddie winds his arms around Steve's back, and holds on tight. The action brings them even closer together, which is making it harder for Steve to maneuver his hand and the toy between their bodies, but Steve will make it work. He keeps a good grip on the fleshlight, making sure Eddie can keep moving his hips, keep pushing his dick into it, over and over again, even as he leans his weight on Steve.
"That pussy feel good?" Steve whispers, pressing his face into Eddie's hair. He smells good, and Steve leans into him.
Eddie whimpers, and nods against Steve's shirt, and Steve twists his hand, just a little, and Eddie moans. 
"All pretty and pink, wet, begging for your cock," Steve whispers. "It's a pretty cock, you've got. You know that?"
He just yammering, and he's pretty sure Eddie isn't even listening. That's okay, Steve's happy to do the heavy lifting here. 
"I bet it feels good. All tight, hugging your dick the whole way down.. Are you pretending it's a girl?" Steve asks, then lowers his voice, right next to Eddie's ear, "Or are you pretending it's me?"
Eddie's hips stutter, and then he pushes harder against Steve's hand.
"Steve," Eddie breathes out, and Steve smiles.
"I'd bend right over for you," Steve says, "beg you to push your cock in me."
Steve can tell by the change in Eddie's breathing that he's getting close to coming. Goddamn. That's a pretty sight and sound.
Steve's own dick is straining in his pants, wanting.
"Would you come inside me?" Steve asks, and that's it. Eddie groans, and pushes his dick into the toy as far as he can, coming. Steve presses his face in Eddie's hair, kissing the side of his head.
Eddie pulls back from Steve's body, and then slides his dick out of the toy with a sloppy, wet sound, and they both laugh. Steve looks down at Eddie's heavy cock, spent and wet, and wants. Wants to put his mouth on Eddie, wants to lick him clean.
He thinks he will, but Eddie interrupts his thoughts.
"You want sloppy seconds?" Eddie asks, and Steve nearly comes in his pants as he nods. 
That's not something he had thought of, but he hands the toy to Eddie, and reaches for his own zipper. He pulls his neglected dick out, palms it, strokes it. It's so hard. Eddie's made him so fucking hard, so horny, he can't even think straight.
"Look at you, big boy," Eddie says, and he doesn't keep his hands to himself. He strokes Steve once, twice, and then helps guide him into the used toy.
It's still kind of warm inside, sloppy and wet with Eddie's come, and Steve feels like a deviant, but doesn't really give a fuck. Not really.
Because this is good.
So goddamn good.
Eddie presses his mouth to Steve's, and they kiss while Steve thrusts into the toy in Eddie's hand, and it's one of the dirtiest things he's ever done in his whole life.
Steve's just getting into a nice rhythm, when Eddie takes the toy away, and replaces it with his mouth. Goddamn, that's better. That's so much better.
Eddie pulls off, and looks up at him, "You taste like me."
Steve groans, letting his head fall back against the metal wall of the stall, closing his eyes as Eddie sucks his dick, then slides it back into the fleshlight, alternating. Dragging this out, extending it, and it's beyond anything he could have ever dreamed up.
He had a small idea, a basic one, and Eddie has taken that and crafted it into a fucking experience of a lifetime.
Steve tangles his hands in Eddie's hair, and looks down to meet Eddie's eyes, as he continues to work his cock, over and over. 
"You gonna come in my mouth or in the pussy?" Eddie asks, hand stroking Steve's dick lazily, looking up at him for an answer. He wants both. How can he choose?
But if he doesn't choose, he's gonna come in Eddie's hand. Still good, but a distant third among the options available. 
"Your mouth," Steve finally says.
"Good choice, Harrington," Eddie answers, and slides his mouth over Steve's dick again, and again, until Steve can't hold out any longer. 
He comes right against Eddie tongue, and Eddie pulls off, looks up at him, and swallows.
Merry Fucking Christmas to him. Jesus.
They straighten their clothes, try to smooth out all the wrinkles, and Eddie takes a gulp of his now watered down whiskey sitting on the bathroom counter, swishing it in his mouth, and spitting into the sink.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Steve asks, holding the wet and freshly washed fleshlight in his hand.
"Take it home. Use it later and think of me," Eddie says, holding out the box Steve had wrapped it in. 
Steve puts it back, and takes the box from Eddie's hands.
He'll do just that.
Eddie pushes him against the bathroom door, and kisses him again, and this is the best night of Steve's life, he's pretty goddamn sure.
They ride the elevator down, and when they're back in their own office, Steve shoves the now unwrapped box into his desk drawer and follows Eddie back towards the rest of their partying co-workers.
Their friends.
Eddie starts bouncing on his feet, dancing with Chrissy and Steve smiles as he watches. Everybody seems to be having fun, and Steve decides this was a success. 
Later that night, long after the party had winded down, Steve crawls into bed at home, and curls into Eddie's side.
"Have fun tonight?" Steve asks, and Eddie runs his hand up and down Steve's arm.
"Yeah, I especially liked the part where my boyfriend acted like we've never fucked before," Eddie says, throwing his leg over Steve's hip. 
"Very funny."
Eddie laughs, "We're gonna have to file our relationship with HR sooner or later. I'm pretty sure my poker face is horrendous, and they're gonna figure it out."
Steve nods. He knows. Though, he's pretty fucking everyone in the office knows already, anyway. Gareth clocked them his first week, not realizing it was a secret. So, it's obvious. Eddie loves him, and Eddie can't hide that look on his face, not at all. It makes Steve so fucking happy that Eddie feels that way about him, like he loves him so much that he can't pretend he doesn't. 
That they love each other this much.
So, they're gonna have to fess up. That's okay, he doesn't actually give a shit. They aren't gonna fire him, and they definitely aren't gonna fire Eddie. He's unorthodox, but he brings in tons of cash and clients.
And they're just co-workers, there's nothing saying they can't be together. 
"I can't believe you wrapped your pocket pussy and dragged it to work," Eddie laughs, burying his nose in Steve's hair.
Steve grins.
"Surprised you, though?" Steve asks, turning his head, to smile at Eddie.
"Definitely surprised me," Eddie answers, grinning right back.
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Notes: Nancy seem familiar? Yeah, she was definitely inspired by Angela from The Office, with that party planning committee vibe, lol. I needed someone to be that character, and Nancy seemed more likely than Robin or Chrissy. And the "prepare for every possible disaster" line is a Angela-ism, from the S2 ep, as told by Ryan. I like to think Dwight, or a Dwight-like character, was Steve's deskmate before Eddie.
And Nancy and Jonathan's whole secret (Dwight and Angela style) relationship random mention was added just so I could accurately tag secret relationship, but that it might slip past that I was also referring to Steve and Eddie, lol. Could you have known they were together before Steve did the sex toy thing? For sure. Was it more fun for me to imagine, just for a second, that he was just being very forward and inappropriate with co-worker Eddie who wasn't expecting it? Of course.
Work Like a Dog day is August 5th if you want to add to your calendar, lol.
Bob! ❤️ I think this might be the first time I've had a place to use him in a fic.
Chili's and Poor Richard's were both shout-outs to The Office, many thanks to them for lending me their set-up for this fic. As soon as I chose this prompt, The Office, was the first idea in my head.
And trying to pin down the exact year this is set in made my head hurt. It must be, like, 1999. Then fleshlights exist, but cell phones aren't glued to our hands quite yet. But pussy hats are much more modern. But then Awesome Blossoms are discontinued. I don't know. It's an alternate universe. Go with it. 🤣
Thanks for reading! ❤️
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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 52
Part 1 Part 51
Steve sits in the backseat of Ms. Byers’ car, looking out the window as the trees pass him by. He feels small. He knows he’s not, can feel it in the broad line of his shoulders, the way his head towers above Will’s before he hunches down. But, he needs small right now.
So he pretends, just for the drive, that he’s Misses Byers’ kid and she’d bunddled him up in the backseat beside Will to keep him safe. That she’d buckled his seatbelt securely before climbing in the driver’s seat because she cares about him.
It aches, the open wound of something he can’t remember ever having.
Mrs. Byers’ had kissed his forehead when she’d come to pick him up, making him bend down so she could reach, murmuring quiet thanks that he was willing to come. As if he’d ever let Eddie and Will leave him behind.
This is a bad decision – he can feel it in his bones. He knows Eddie agrees, but Will’s their stupid kid. And Ms. Byers had asked. So, off they go.
The lab looms large in front of them. Steve clenches his knuckles, still feeling small. He wishes Uncle Wayne could be here. He gets out of the car, linking hands with Eddie as Will shuffles out to walk beside his Mom.
He doesn’t realize Chief Hopper joined their party until the man’s shoulder bumps into him. It’s been a while since he saw him. He remembers opening his eyes to him hovering over him there, in that place. Has a drug-fogged memory of him awkwardly poking his head through his hospital room door.
Before that? Maybe the last party he’d busted? Taking him down to the station and calling his parents like both of them didn’t know that the number was months outdated and no one would call him back.
He’d forgotten how big the chief is.
The lab is bigger. Steve feels like he’s being swallowed as he walks through the front doors. They buzz when they shut once more, locking them all in the belly of the whale. Hopper leads the way, talking to a doctor he seems to be familiar with.
“–kind of tests?” he asks quietly. It still caries back to Steve.
The doctor waves his hand, as if to say that nothing big was happening. As if being here wasn’t already too big to comprehend. “Nothing extreme,” he tries to reassure. By Chief Hopper’s scowl, Steve doesn’t think it works. “Routine fact-gathering tests! Blood draw, blood pressure, you know. Nothing to get worked up over.”
The chief leads them all into the elevator, glaring distrustfully at the doctor in their midst. Taking his queues from the man, Steve shuffles a few steps away, huddling on the other side of the elevator with Will, Misses Byers, and Eddie.
The test do feel routine though. They’re not separated, just taking turns having their weight taken, their blood drawn, the blood pressure recorded. The cuff feels uncomfortable and tight on Steve’s arm. He does his best not to squirm. Eddie reaches down and recaptures his hand.
The Chief raises an eyebrow at the display, but holds up his hands placatingly when Eddie glares his way. “Hey, not my donkey, not my wheelhouse,” he says, taking a step back. Whatever the fuck that means.
It all feels like the same stuff they’d do in the nurse’s office before you could get back on the court after an injury. That is, until the doctor starts sticking things to Steve’s head.
“What, uh, what’s this?” Steve asks, swallowing nervously.
The doctor chuckles. “We’re just trying to get a better picture of what your brain is doing!” he says cheerfully, as if that isn’t terrifying. “This will show your brain waves.”
He’s strapped to a clunky machine, and the tape of the nodes pulls uncomfortably on his still-short hair. Eddie’s still holding his hand, and the chief is hovering over his shoulder, glaring at the doctor and the readout from the machine in turn, like he can’t decide which one to shoot.
The needle moves erratically, painting pictures that look a little like the lines his hearbeat had made at the hospital, only sharper and quicker.
The doctor hums, looking over the printouts, looking pleased.
“What’s the prognosis, doc?” Eddie asks, somehow managing to sound both mocking and concerned. “WIll he live?”
Steve squeezes his hand, hard. Eddie squeezes back.
“There are all perfectly within normal parameters,” the doctor says.
They move on – Eddie, then Will. It all goes normally until Misses Byers tells them about the connection. The doctor and chief both look at them sharply, like they’re trying to vivisect them by the power of their gazes alone.
“Could this be from, uh, down there?” the chief asks, glaring over at the doctor.
In contrast, the doctor looks downright fascinated. It makes his skin crawl. “Quite possibly,” he says. “We know very little about the long-term effects exposure form the other side could cause.
“Is this dangerous,” Misses Byers’ whispers frantically.
The doctor looks down at the test results scattered in front of him. “I do not believe so, based on the test results as of now.” Misses Byers does not look reassured. Steve doesn’t blame her; he isn’t either. Especially when it seems like the doctor’s eyes linger on Steve’s face longer than the others. He shrinks further into his seat. “However, I think we should conduct weekly check-ups to make sure nothing changes.”
“Over my dead body,” Eddie says, pushing his chair back to stand and slam his open-palmed hands onto the table. It looks like something he saw in a movie once and practiced enough times to be seamless.
The doctor sighs. “Mr. Munson–”
“No he’s right,” Chief Hopper says, making Eddie almost fall with the force of his double-take. “No way in hell are these kids coming here without me and I don’t have time for that.”
“With all due respect–” the doctor starts.
“With all due respect,” Chief Hopper says over the top of the man, but louder, “we’re coming back monthly tops, or not at all.”
Chief Hopper shifts his gaze to everyone else in the room, waiting for their input, starting with Steve. Steve nods, even though he’d rather fall back into the Upside-Down than have to get his brain scanned again.
Eddie grumbles his own affirmative, and Misses Byers agrees as well, wringing her hands all the while. No one asks Will’s opinion at all.
Steve doesn’t mention the way sometimes he’ll blink and the sky is raining ash, or the dark looming figure, or the way something had been moving out there, that last time when he’d fallen in the library.
Steve doesn’t mention anything at all.
Part 53
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Oh god, I made the mistake of reading the news today and apparently this happened in my city:
- a half-naked woman set a playground swing on fire and danced around it
- the police who intervened claimed it looked like a witch ritual
- but they think they intervened on time because there were no otherworldly creatures present
And I'm just thinking of a no-Upside Down AU Steddie moment when Steve, a fresh police officer, is called to something like that, the Party led by his boyfriend Eddie accidentally setting something on fire and chanting around it in cultist robes (probably replicating the Cult of Vecna adventure), so Steve arrives to resolve the situation and goes something like:
Steve: What did I tell you the last time?
The party: *incoherent mumbling*
Steve: I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
The party: No demon worship without a fire extinguisher ready!
Steve: *turns to the owner of the burned trashcan* all in order now ma'am, sorry for the inconvenience.
Sometimes, the owners freak out because no way this is just a game and then Eddie has to improvise and pretend to banish the non-existent demon and Steve makes a huge show of it by yelling "NOW DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU HERE AGAIN YOU SCOUNDRELS, seriously, please just choose another neighborhood, Hopper's getting suspicious and this is the third demon summonning incident this month-!"
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mayalaen · 16 days
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what i'm working on
Somebody asked me to post titles and summaries of what I'm working on. I don't think they expected THIS much but I always have tons of stuff in my working folder.
In His Image - (ST) the Steddie genderswap fic I'm currently posting.
CONventional Psychopathy Part 4 - (SPN) Dean takes Cas to Gadreel's loft to recover. Also working on Part 5, 6, and 7.
How I Spent My Summer Probation - (ST) Eddie fic with disciplinarian Uncle Wayne and Papa Hopper
OCF - (ST) omegas in a correctional facility for a certain Fishie
Eyeless (named after the Slipknot song) (Fargo/ST) Gator from Fargo in prison with Billy and Eddie fic
Bullseye Studios - (ST) a pr0n studio just outside Hawkins
The Billionaires' Club - (SPN AU) Billionaires are outlawed and once they hit $1b in assets, they're assigned a caretaker who disciplines them and keeps them from being evil.
?Vampires? - (SPN/AtS/BtVS) Dean gets turned by Spike and has his entire life changed in the blink of an eye.
?Interrogation Room? - (ST) shortfic? where Hopper decides Eddie, Billy, and Steve have gotten into too much trouble and need a firm hand so he spanks them in the interrogation room but oops Billy likes it!
?Eddie Has Siblings? - (ST) Eddie has an abusive older brother and sister. Wayne got him away from them, but they've come to Hawkins to visit baby brother.
Caging the Mongoose Timestamp - (SPN) Dean fucks up. Bad. And on purpose for attention. So he gets spanked right in an interrogation room in The Post Office by Dembe and Cooper.
A Faceless Demon - (SPN) KinkDotCom fusion with Van helping Dean let go of some shit.
You Live Here Now - (Fargo/ST) Munch doesn't blind Gator. He drops him off at a ranch in Hawkins, Indiana instead where Hopper, Billy, and a few others help rehabilitate him against his will.
?Eddie & The Basketball Team? - (ST) Eddie gets into a bad situation at a party. Billy's there to pick up the pieces.
??? - (ST/HDM) Future fic with daemons where Billy is a firefighter living with an abusive partner but his daemon thinks that paramedic guy is a much better partner, and she also thinks his daemon is hot.
Billy Has to Ask - (ST) Max is sick of Billy's shit. El scares the shit out of him and from then on he mostly does what Max says. If he fucks up, she makes him go to an adult and ask for a spanking.
??? - (X-Files/SPN) Sam and Dean are undercover but so are Skinner and Mulder. Skinner doesn't like Dean's attitude or Sam's arguments, so he puts them under FBI care. Namely himself.
?Threesome Soulmate AU? - I don't even know what fandom I want this in but it's an idea that's been stuck in my head for years and wants to come out. An aro, an ace, and a demi are all very reluctant soulmates.
Long Distance Call - (SPN) Dean's an omega without an alpha until their newest roommate, Pamela Barnes, moves in.
I'm probably missing a few, but there ya go!
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Steddie Twister AU
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 — Fujiwhara Effect | Part 4 |
the introduction of the party and one Eddie Munson
During Steve’s grad school years, the group known as The Party take it upon themselves to pop into his office hours at all times to talk shit; they demand his help on homework and chases; fuck, he even gives them dating advice.
They’re good kids. The best, maybe. And they’re damn good at what they do. Mike Wheeler follows in his sister’s footsteps, just as brave and determined as she is, because he also once nearly lost a friend to a storm, and he refuses to repeat that.
Lucas Sinclair keeps the coolest head. While the others overlook crucial data in their excitement, he stays logical and forms the plans, corrals them into order. Steve also once witnessed his little sister Erica cow a dean into expanding the department’s budget somehow. 
Jane “Eleven” Hopper can transcribe data into a spookily accurate map of any storm’s trajectory in what seems like the blink of an eye. “Mad Max” Mayfield drives like a bat out of hell, a daredevil with an iron will behind the wheel. 
And Will Byers, once a near victim of a storm himself, is one of the most observant chasers Steve’s ever met. His ability to understand how a storm will move before it does so seems goddamn supernatural at times. 
Then there’s Dustin. Henderson haunts Steve like a shadow. The kid’s been in some state of hero worship since the D’art ordeal, but he has no trouble calling Steve out for his bullshit or challenging his theories or dragging him along on a chase. 
In time, Steve and Robin and Nancy just become part of the Party itself. They work together and play to each other’s strengths and make a name for themselves among the university and the NSSL itself. 
Only, the kids have another idol in the meteorology program too, and Steve hates it. Because of course they’re attached to Eddie Munson. They play some nerdy game with him, apparently, but Dustin and Mike especially extoll his virtues.
Steve admits he might be jealous. Eddie Munson is his polar opposite. Loud, brash, obnoxious, focused, unapologetic. He plays guitar in a metal band; he DMs for the kids; professors both hate his attitude and love his brain.
Because Eddie Munson is fucking brilliant. He’s wild, but his ideas twist and turn like a mesocyclone, and he comes at problems in ways no one else even imagines. Steve rarely interacts with the guy, but he knows his work.
They circle each other like two hurricanes spinning in the same direction, coming ever so close in their constant dance, before they finally meet and merge. 
Steve thinks he should have seen it coming when he winds up with a broken bottle pressed to his trachea. 
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ilovecupcakesandtea · 21 hours
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Chapter one My master list
Title: Chapter five
Word Count: 1614
Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.
Rating: E
Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham
Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party
Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.
Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?
Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances
Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)
Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link
AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!
I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!
Divider links: reblog and music notes
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Graduation came and went, and before they knew it they had a regular Friday night slot at the Hideout. The Spitfires had been playing weekly there for a few weeks now and each week it felt like they got better and better. More and more people seemed to be there each week and last week, they had stepped off the stage to a small crowd of fans waiting for them.
The music they were writing together felt like it was getting better too. It turned out that as the four of them, they could each see things in a song others couldn’t. Steve was constantly trying to find the beat in the song and moving words around to fit that beat better. Robin was great with the linguistics of their writing and changing words as needed. Chrissy was the best at making sure the whole thing flowed perfectly, and Eddie was primarily the songwriter, spending many a sleepless night hunched over his notepad until the sun started to rise and he had to grab a couple hours of sleep before school. Since they had all graduated, time not spent working their summer jobs was spent together, either practice or writing time. 
One Friday at the end of their set, they were greeted off-stage by Benny himself. 
“Great set as always,” He said “Come with me a second?” he asked before walking off to his office.
“So I’m friends with the manager of Healer in Indy. I’ve had a word with her and got you a spot next Friday. Not headlining, but on before the headliners. You lot deserve to be playing at a bigger place, give you a chance of getting more fans.”
“Seriously?! That’s awesome, Thank you so much, man!” Steve exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. 
The band spent the rest of the night celebrating and talking about the future. How they were going to spend their first million and such. 
A week later, the band was backstage at Healer. A nervous energy flowed through each of them. The venue was packed and the band that had gone on before them had been amazing. 
“How are we meant to follow that?” Chrissy asked, panic only just being disguised from her voice. 
“Oh bunny, you’re going to be so good up there on stage, god I wish I could be in the crowd just so I could watch you up there.” Robin soothed, pulling her girlfriend close and kissing her softly. 
Steve and Eddie stepped away, closer to the stage allowing the girlfriends a moment alone.
What felt like both fleeting seconds and an eternity later, the band was on stage. The lights were bright and hot, hitting them all in their faces immediately. This was a new level for the band. So many more people than they were used to playing to and a much bigger venue. 
“Good evening beautiful people! My name is Eddie, this is Chrissy, that's Robin and the half-naked dude on the drums is Steve.” Eddie said into the mic, pointing to everyone in turn. “We’re The Spitfires” 
40 minutes later, the four walked off stage, physically drained but mentally flying high. It was the best gig they had ever played. The energy they had got back from the crowd was immense. Loud cheering at the solos they played and even shouts for an encore when they left the stage. 
Heading to the small green room, they all got freshened up, changed, and went to mix with the crowd. It felt so good to have people seeking them out to let them know how much they loved the set, wanting to know when they were next playing and where, asking if they had any music recorded and released yet. 
They had all been chatting and dancing for a while when a guy walked over to Robin and started to dance with her. She moved away from him and the guy followed. 
“Leave me alone please, I’m in a relationship and don’t want to dance with you” Robin shouted at him over the music. 
“Aww come on sweet thing, he’s not here right now, come dance with me. One dance won’t hurt.” The guy replied, grabbing Robin and pulling her to him. 
“Get off me!” Robin screamed, catching the attention of Steve straight away. 
“She said no, leave her alone” Steve growled attempting to pull the guy away from Robin. 
“Awww your boyfriend came to your aid, how very knight in shining armour of him.” The guy snickered, 
“I’m not her boyfriend. But the lady said no so go the fuck away before I make you.” Steve responded. 
“Make me,” came the reply before the guy moved forward, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 
“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but I think you should leave, now” the voice of Eddie came from behind him. 
“And who the fuck are you? A second cock for this slut?” the guy spat.
“I’m the guy that’s getting your ass out of here for speaking about one of my best friends like that.” Eddie seethed, pulling the guy away from Steve and Robin.
“Get your hands off me, let me go” the guy shouted at Eddie. 
“Absolutely fucking not, you utterly vile excuse of a human. You are exactly the reason women are scared to go out alone. You’re lucky I’m in a really good mood or I’d cut your dick off and force it up your nose.” Eddie shouted as he threw the man to the ground outside the club. 
“That was so fucking hot” Steve breathed heavily as he pulled Eddie down into an alleyway and pressed him against the wall. “The way you stood up for Robin, the way you manhandled him out of there, so fucking hot.” 
“Oh really big boy? Like the idea of me being all manly like that, hmmm?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow before leaning forward and kissing Steve tentatively at first. 
Steve pressed him further into the wall and deepened the kiss. Grabbing Eddie's shirt, soft fabric in his fingers, and the slight grazing of skin under his palms, Steve pulled the other man towards him. Tongues chased each other and breaths mingled, thoughts of anything but each other stopped. 
Moving from kissing Eddie's lips to his neck Steve continued to kiss down, exposing more of the other's body. Sinking to his knees, he undid Eddie’s belt and pulled his trousers down just enough to be able to take his dick out of his underwear. 
“Fuck” Steve whispered, almost to himself, as he freed Eddie from the confines of his tight jeans. 
“Just going to stare, or do something with it hmm, princess?” Eddie questioned, looking down at the boy in front of him on his knees. 
“God you’re so fucking insufferable, you know that right, Munson?” Steve bit back, starting to stroke Eddie slowly. 
“Either use that bratty mouth of yours for some good or don’t, but you’re the one that initiated this. Might I remind you we are outside.” Eddie quirked an eyebrow and smirked slightly.
Taking the base of Eddie’s cock firmer in his hand Steve stroked harder and quicker. Looking up at the other man through his eyelashes he ran his tongue on the underside of him before taking the soft head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and taking more into his mouth. 
“Shit, sweetheart, if I’d have known your mouth was as good at sucking dick as it is mouthing off, I’d have had you on your knees ages ago” Eddie sighed, taking Steve’s cheek into the palm of his hand. 
Taking more and more of the dick into his mouth and then down his throat Steve moved his hand away from the base and down to the balls, taking one in hand and massaging them. 
“Fuck sweetheart, taking me so well, look at you, so fucking pretty with a cock in your mouth, much prettier when you’re not being an insufferable brat” Eddie said, reaching down and taking a fist full of Steve’s hair pulling his head back slightly. “Want me to cum down your throat, sweet thing? Keep things cleaner?” Steve nodded the best he could in response, not breaking eye contact; he could feel his eyes getting wet and his vision was becoming a little blurry around the edges from lack of oxygen. That heady feeling and Eddie looking down at him with pupils blown was all he needed to cum untouched, a whimper on his lips the best he could. 
“Stevie baby, did you just cum from sucking me off? Jesus, you really are something else.” Eddie panted, thrusting his hips slightly. 
Steve’s glazed-over look, a blush on his cheeks, and his eyes so blown Eddie couldn’t tell you the colour was all he needed to spill down the other man's throat with a grunt. 
The two walked back into the club, grabbed fresh drinks from the bar, and went in different directions.
Heading to the bathroom 20 minutes later Eddie saw two people pressed close in the small hallways very clearly making out. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realised that it was Steve pressed against the wall. Eddie went numb; this just proved to him that whatever he felt for Steve was completely one-sided. 
“How do I taste?” Eddie asked, thinly veiled mania in his voice. 
“What?” The guy attached to Steve replied.
“I asked how the IPA tastes here?” Eddie responded, smiling. 
“I don’t know, I’m busy here so fuck off”
“Yeah, I can see that, have a good night, Stevie” Eddie said, walking off and leaving the club.
Graduation came and went, and before they knew it they had a regular Friday night slot at the Hideout. The Spitfires had been playing weekly there for a few weeks now and each week it felt like they got better and better. More and more people seemed to be there each week and last week, they had stepped off the stage to a small crowd of fans waiting for them.
The music they were writing together felt like it was getting better too. It turned out that as the four of them, they could each see things in a song others couldn’t. Steve was constantly trying to find the beat in the song and moving words around to fit that beat better. Robin was great with the linguistics of their writing and changing words as needed. Chrissy was the best at making sure the whole thing flowed perfectly, and Eddie was primarily the songwriter, spending many a sleepless night hunched over his notepad until the sun started to rise and he had to grab a couple hours of sleep before school. Since they had all graduated, time not spent working their summer jobs was spent together, either practice or writing time. 
One Friday at the end of their set, they were greeted off-stage by Benny himself. 
“Great set as always,” He said “Come with me a second?” he asked before walking off to his office.
“So I’m friends with the manager of Healer in Indy. I’ve had a word with her and got you a spot next Friday. Not headlining, but on before the headliners. You lot deserve to be playing at a bigger place, give you a chance of getting more fans.”
“Seriously?! That’s awesome, Thank you so much, man!” Steve exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. 
The band spent the rest of the night celebrating and talking about the future. How they were going to spend their first million and such. 
A week later, the band was backstage at Healer. A nervous energy flowed through each of them. The venue was packed and the band that had gone on before them had been amazing. 
“How are we meant to follow that?” Chrissy asked, panic only just being disguised from her voice. 
“Oh bunny, you’re going to be so good up there on stage, god I wish I could be in the crowd just so I could watch you up there.” Robin soothed, pulling her girlfriend close and kissing her softly. 
Steve and Eddie stepped away, closer to the stage allowing the girlfriends a moment alone.
What felt like both fleeting seconds and an eternity later, the band was on stage. The lights were bright and hot, hitting them all in their faces immediately. This was a new level for the band. So many more people than they were used to playing to and a much bigger venue. 
“Good evening beautiful people! My name is Eddie, this is Chrissy, that's Robin and the half-naked dude on the drums is Steve.” Eddie said into the mic, pointing to everyone in turn. “We’re The Spitfires” 
40 minutes later, the four walked off stage, physically drained but mentally flying high. It was the best gig they had ever played. The energy they had got back from the crowd was immense. Loud cheering at the solos they played and even shouts for an encore when they left the stage. 
Heading to the small green room, they all got freshened up, changed, and went to mix with the crowd. It felt so good to have people seeking them out to let them know how much they loved the set, wanting to know when they were next playing and where, asking if they had any music recorded and released yet. 
They had all been chatting and dancing for a while when a guy walked over to Robin and started to dance with her. She moved away from him and the guy followed. 
“Leave me alone please, I’m in a relationship and don’t want to dance with you” Robin shouted at him over the music. 
“Aww come on sweet thing, he’s not here right now, come dance with me. One dance won’t hurt.” The guy replied, grabbing Robin and pulling her to him. 
“Get off me!” Robin screamed, catching the attention of Steve straight away. 
“She said no, leave her alone” Steve growled attempting to pull the guy away from Robin. 
“Awww your boyfriend came to your aid, how very knight in shining armour of him.” The guy snickered, 
“I’m not her boyfriend. But the lady said no so go the fuck away before I make you.” Steve responded. 
“Make me,” came the reply before the guy moved forward, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 
“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but I think you should leave, now” the voice of Eddie came from behind him. 
“And who the fuck are you? A second cock for this slut?” the guy spat.
“I’m the guy that’s getting your ass out of here for speaking about one of my best friends like that.” Eddie seethed, pulling the guy away from Steve and Robin.
“Get your hands off me, let me go” the guy shouted at Eddie. 
“Absolutely fucking not, you utterly vile excuse of a human. You are exactly the reason women are scared to go out alone. You’re lucky I’m in a really good mood or I’d cut your dick off and force it up your nose.” Eddie shouted as he threw the man to the ground outside the club. 
“That was so fucking hot” Steve breathed heavily as he pulled Eddie down into an alleyway and pressed him against the wall. “The way you stood up for Robin, the way you manhandled him out of there, so fucking hot.” 
“Oh really big boy? Like the idea of me being all manly like that, hmmm?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow before leaning forward and kissing Steve tentatively at first. 
Steve pressed him further into the wall and deepened the kiss. Grabbing Eddie's shirt, soft fabric in his fingers, and the slight grazing of skin under his palms, Steve pulled the other man towards him. Tongues chased each other and breaths mingled, thoughts of anything but each other stopped. 
Moving from kissing Eddie's lips to his neck Steve continued to kiss down, exposing more of the other's body. Sinking to his knees, he undid Eddie’s belt and pulled his trousers down just enough to be able to take his dick out of his underwear. 
“Fuck” Steve whispered, almost to himself, as he freed Eddie from the confines of his tight jeans. 
“Just going to stare, or do something with it hmm, princess?” Eddie questioned, looking down at the boy in front of him on his knees. 
“God you’re so fucking insufferable, you know that right, Munson?” Steve bit back, starting to stroke Eddie slowly. 
“Either use that bratty mouth of yours for some good or don’t, but you’re the one that initiated this. Might I remind you we are outside.” Eddie quirked an eyebrow and smirked slightly.
Taking the base of Eddie’s cock firmer in his hand Steve stroked harder and quicker. Looking up at the other man through his eyelashes he ran his tongue on the underside of him before taking the soft head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and taking more into his mouth. 
“Shit, sweetheart, if I’d have known your mouth was as good at sucking dick as it is mouthing off, I’d have had you on your knees ages ago” Eddie sighed, taking Steve’s cheek into the palm of his hand. 
Taking more and more of the dick into his mouth and then down his throat Steve moved his hand away from the base and down to the balls, taking one in hand and massaging them. 
“Fuck sweetheart, taking me so well, look at you, so fucking pretty with a cock in your mouth, much prettier when you’re not being an insufferable brat” Eddie said, reaching down and taking a fist full of Steve’s hair pulling his head back slightly. “Want me to cum down your throat, sweet thing? Keep things cleaner?” Steve nodded the best he could in response, not breaking eye contact; he could feel his eyes getting wet and his vision was becoming a little blurry around the edges from lack of oxygen. That heady feeling and Eddie looking down at him with pupils blown was all he needed to cum untouched, a whimper on his lips the best he could. 
“Stevie baby, did you just cum from sucking me off? Jesus, you really are something else.” Eddie panted, thrusting his hips slightly. 
Steve’s glazed-over look, a blush on his cheeks, and his eyes so blown Eddie couldn’t tell you the colour was all he needed to spill down the other man's throat with a grunt. 
The two walked back into the club, grabbed fresh drinks from the bar, and went in different directions.
Heading to the bathroom 20 minutes later Eddie saw two people pressed close in the small hallways very clearly making out. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realised that it was Steve pressed against the wall. Eddie went numb; this just proved to him that whatever he felt for Steve was completely one-sided. 
“How do I taste?” Eddie asked, thinly veiled mania in his voice. 
“What?” The guy attached to Steve replied.
“I asked how the IPA tastes here?” Eddie responded, smiling. 
“I don’t know, I’m busy here so fuck off”
“Yeah, I can see that, have a good night, Stevie” Eddie said, walking off and leaving the club.
Graduation came and went, and before they knew it they had a regular Friday night slot at the Hideout. The Spitfires had been playing weekly there for a few weeks now and each week it felt like they got better and better. More and more people seemed to be there each week and last week, they had stepped off the stage to a small crowd of fans waiting for them.
The music they were writing together felt like it was getting better too. It turned out that as the four of them, they could each see things in a song others couldn’t. Steve was constantly trying to find the beat in the song and moving words around to fit that beat better. Robin was great with the linguistics of their writing and changing words as needed. Chrissy was the best at making sure the whole thing flowed perfectly, and Eddie was primarily the songwriter, spending many a sleepless night hunched over his notepad until the sun started to rise and he had to grab a couple hours of sleep before school. Since they had all graduated, time not spent working their summer jobs was spent together, either practice or writing time. 
One Friday at the end of their set, they were greeted off-stage by Benny himself. 
“Great set as always,” He said “Come with me a second?” he asked before walking off to his office.
“So I’m friends with the manager of Healer in Indy. I’ve had a word with her and got you a spot next Friday. Not headlining, but on before the headliners. You lot deserve to be playing at a bigger place, give you a chance of getting more fans.”
“Seriously?! That’s awesome, Thank you so much, man!” Steve exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. 
The band spent the rest of the night celebrating and talking about the future. How they were going to spend their first million and such. 
A week later, the band was backstage at Healer. A nervous energy flowed through each of them. The venue was packed and the band that had gone on before them had been amazing. 
“How are we meant to follow that?” Chrissy asked, panic only just being disguised from her voice. 
“Oh bunny, you’re going to be so good up there on stage, god I wish I could be in the crowd just so I could watch you up there.” Robin soothed, pulling her girlfriend close and kissing her softly. 
Steve and Eddie stepped away, closer to the stage allowing the girlfriends a moment alone.
What felt like both fleeting seconds and an eternity later, the band was on stage. The lights were bright and hot, hitting them all in their faces immediately. This was a new level for the band. So many more people than they were used to playing to and a much bigger venue. 
“Good evening beautiful people! My name is Eddie, this is Chrissy, that's Robin and the half-naked dude on the drums is Steve.” Eddie said into the mic, pointing to everyone in turn. “We’re The Spitfires” 
40 minutes later, the four walked off stage, physically drained but mentally flying high. It was the best gig they had ever played. The energy they had got back from the crowd was immense. Loud cheering at the solos they played and even shouts for an encore when they left the stage. 
Heading to the small green room, they all got freshened up, changed, and went to mix with the crowd. It felt so good to have people seeking them out to let them know how much they loved the set, wanting to know when they were next playing and where, asking if they had any music recorded and released yet. 
They had all been chatting and dancing for a while when a guy walked over to Robin and started to dance with her. She moved away from him and the guy followed. 
“Leave me alone please, I’m in a relationship and don’t want to dance with you” Robin shouted at him over the music. 
“Aww come on sweet thing, he’s not here right now, come dance with me. One dance won’t hurt.” The guy replied, grabbing Robin and pulling her to him. 
“Get off me!” Robin screamed, catching the attention of Steve straight away. 
“She said no, leave her alone” Steve growled attempting to pull the guy away from Robin. 
“Awww your boyfriend came to your aid, how very knight in shining armour of him.” The guy snickered, 
“I’m not her boyfriend. But the lady said no so go the fuck away before I make you.” Steve responded. 
“Make me,” came the reply before the guy moved forward, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 
“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but I think you should leave, now” the voice of Eddie came from behind him. 
“And who the fuck are you? A second cock for this slut?” the guy spat.
“I’m the guy that’s getting your ass out of here for speaking about one of my best friends like that.” Eddie seethed, pulling the guy away from Steve and Robin.
“Get your hands off me, let me go” the guy shouted at Eddie. 
“Absolutely fucking not, you utterly vile excuse of a human. You are exactly the reason women are scared to go out alone. You’re lucky I’m in a really good mood or I’d cut your dick off and force it up your nose.” Eddie shouted as he threw the man to the ground outside the club. 
“That was so fucking hot” Steve breathed heavily as he pulled Eddie down into an alleyway and pressed him against the wall. “The way you stood up for Robin, the way you manhandled him out of there, so fucking hot.” 
“Oh really big boy? Like the idea of me being all manly like that, hmmm?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow before leaning forward and kissing Steve tentatively at first. 
Steve pressed him further into the wall and deepened the kiss. Grabbing Eddie's shirt, soft fabric in his fingers, and the slight grazing of skin under his palms, Steve pulled the other man towards him. Tongues chased each other and breaths mingled, thoughts of anything but each other stopped. 
Moving from kissing Eddie's lips to his neck Steve continued to kiss down, exposing more of the other's body. Sinking to his knees, he undid Eddie’s belt and pulled his trousers down just enough to be able to take his dick out of his underwear. 
“Fuck” Steve whispered, almost to himself, as he freed Eddie from the confines of his tight jeans. 
“Just going to stare, or do something with it hmm, princess?” Eddie questioned, looking down at the boy in front of him on his knees. 
“God you’re so fucking insufferable, you know that right, Munson?” Steve bit back, starting to stroke Eddie slowly. 
“Either use that bratty mouth of yours for some good or don’t, but you’re the one that initiated this. Might I remind you we are outside.” Eddie quirked an eyebrow and smirked slightly.
Taking the base of Eddie’s cock firmer in his hand Steve stroked harder and quicker. Looking up at the other man through his eyelashes he ran his tongue on the underside of him before taking the soft head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and taking more into his mouth. 
“Shit, sweetheart, if I’d have known your mouth was as good at sucking dick as it is mouthing off, I’d have had you on your knees ages ago” Eddie sighed, taking Steve’s cheek into the palm of his hand. 
Taking more and more of the dick into his mouth and then down his throat Steve moved his hand away from the base and down to the balls, taking one in hand and massaging them. 
“Fuck sweetheart, taking me so well, look at you, so fucking pretty with a cock in your mouth, much prettier when you’re not being an insufferable brat” Eddie said, reaching down and taking a fist full of Steve’s hair pulling his head back slightly. “Want me to cum down your throat, sweet thing? Keep things cleaner?” Steve nodded the best he could in response, not breaking eye contact; he could feel his eyes getting wet and his vision was becoming a little blurry around the edges from lack of oxygen. That heady feeling and Eddie looking down at him with pupils blown was all he needed to cum untouched, a whimper on his lips the best he could. 
“Stevie baby, did you just cum from sucking me off? Jesus, you really are something else.” Eddie panted, thrusting his hips slightly. 
Steve’s glazed-over look, a blush on his cheeks, and his eyes so blown Eddie couldn’t tell you the colour was all he needed to spill down the other man's throat with a grunt. 
The two walked back into the club, grabbed fresh drinks from the bar, and went in different directions.
Heading to the bathroom 20 minutes later Eddie saw two people pressed close in the small hallways very clearly making out. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realised that it was Steve pressed against the wall. Eddie went numb; this just proved to him that whatever he felt for Steve was completely one-sided. 
“How do I taste?” Eddie asked, thinly veiled mania in his voice. 
“What?” The guy attached to Steve replied.
“I asked how the IPA tastes here?” Eddie responded, smiling. 
“I don’t know, I’m busy here so fuck off”
“Yeah, I can see that, have a good night, Stevie” Eddie said, walking off and leaving the club.
Graduation came and went, and before they knew it they had a regular Friday night slot at the Hideout. The Spitfires had been playing weekly there for a few weeks now and each week it felt like they got better and better. More and more people seemed to be there each week and last week, they had stepped off the stage to a small crowd of fans waiting for them.
The music they were writing together felt like it was getting better too. It turned out that as the four of them, they could each see things in a song others couldn’t. Steve was constantly trying to find the beat in the song and moving words around to fit that beat better. Robin was great with the linguistics of their writing and changing words as needed. Chrissy was the best at making sure the whole thing flowed perfectly, and Eddie was primarily the songwriter, spending many a sleepless night hunched over his notepad until the sun started to rise and he had to grab a couple hours of sleep before school. Since they had all graduated, time not spent working their summer jobs was spent together, either practice or writing time. 
One Friday at the end of their set, they were greeted off-stage by Benny himself. 
“Great set as always,” He said “Come with me a second?” he asked before walking off to his office.
“So I’m friends with the manager of Healer in Indy. I’ve had a word with her and got you a spot next Friday. Not headlining, but on before the headliners. You lot deserve to be playing at a bigger place, give you a chance of getting more fans.”
“Seriously?! That’s awesome, Thank you so much, man!” Steve exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. 
The band spent the rest of the night celebrating and talking about the future. How they were going to spend their first million and such. 
A week later, the band was backstage at Healer. A nervous energy flowed through each of them. The venue was packed and the band that had gone on before them had been amazing. 
“How are we meant to follow that?” Chrissy asked, panic only just being disguised from her voice. 
“Oh bunny, you’re going to be so good up there on stage, god I wish I could be in the crowd just so I could watch you up there.” Robin soothed, pulling her girlfriend close and kissing her softly. 
Steve and Eddie stepped away, closer to the stage allowing the girlfriends a moment alone.
What felt like both fleeting seconds and an eternity later, the band was on stage. The lights were bright and hot, hitting them all in their faces immediately. This was a new level for the band. So many more people than they were used to playing to and a much bigger venue. 
“Good evening beautiful people! My name is Eddie, this is Chrissy, that's Robin and the half-naked dude on the drums is Steve.” Eddie said into the mic, pointing to everyone in turn. “We’re The Spitfires” 
40 minutes later, the four walked off stage, physically drained but mentally flying high. It was the best gig they had ever played. The energy they had got back from the crowd was immense. Loud cheering at the solos they played and even shouts for an encore when they left the stage. 
Heading to the small green room, they all got freshened up, changed, and went to mix with the crowd. It felt so good to have people seeking them out to let them know how much they loved the set, wanting to know when they were next playing and where, asking if they had any music recorded and released yet. 
They had all been chatting and dancing for a while when a guy walked over to Robin and started to dance with her. She moved away from him and the guy followed. 
“Leave me alone please, I’m in a relationship and don’t want to dance with you” Robin shouted at him over the music. 
“Aww come on sweet thing, he’s not here right now, come dance with me. One dance won’t hurt.” The guy replied, grabbing Robin and pulling her to him. 
“Get off me!” Robin screamed, catching the attention of Steve straight away. 
“She said no, leave her alone” Steve growled attempting to pull the guy away from Robin. 
“Awww your boyfriend came to your aid, how very knight in shining armour of him.” The guy snickered, 
“I’m not her boyfriend. But the lady said no so go the fuck away before I make you.” Steve responded. 
“Make me,” came the reply before the guy moved forward, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 
“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but I think you should leave, now” the voice of Eddie came from behind him. 
“And who the fuck are you? A second cock for this slut?” the guy spat.
“I’m the guy that’s getting your ass out of here for speaking about one of my best friends like that.” Eddie seethed, pulling the guy away from Steve and Robin.
“Get your hands off me, let me go” the guy shouted at Eddie. 
“Absolutely fucking not, you utterly vile excuse of a human. You are exactly the reason women are scared to go out alone. You’re lucky I’m in a really good mood or I’d cut your dick off and force it up your nose.” Eddie shouted as he threw the man to the ground outside the club. 
“That was so fucking hot” Steve breathed heavily as he pulled Eddie down into an alleyway and pressed him against the wall. “The way you stood up for Robin, the way you manhandled him out of there, so fucking hot.” 
“Oh really big boy? Like the idea of me being all manly like that, hmmm?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow before leaning forward and kissing Steve tentatively at first. 
Steve pressed him further into the wall and deepened the kiss. Grabbing Eddie's shirt, soft fabric in his fingers, and the slight grazing of skin under his palms, Steve pulled the other man towards him. Tongues chased each other and breaths mingled, thoughts of anything but each other stopped. 
Moving from kissing Eddie's lips to his neck Steve continued to kiss down, exposing more of the other's body. Sinking to his knees, he undid Eddie’s belt and pulled his trousers down just enough to be able to take his dick out of his underwear. 
“Fuck” Steve whispered, almost to himself, as he freed Eddie from the confines of his tight jeans. 
“Just going to stare, or do something with it hmm, princess?” Eddie questioned, looking down at the boy in front of him on his knees. 
“God you’re so fucking insufferable, you know that right, Munson?” Steve bit back, starting to stroke Eddie slowly. 
“Either use that bratty mouth of yours for some good or don’t, but you’re the one that initiated this. Might I remind you we are outside.” Eddie quirked an eyebrow and smirked slightly.
Taking the base of Eddie’s cock firmer in his hand Steve stroked harder and quicker. Looking up at the other man through his eyelashes he ran his tongue on the underside of him before taking the soft head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and taking more into his mouth. 
“Shit, sweetheart, if I’d have known your mouth was as good at sucking dick as it is mouthing off, I’d have had you on your knees ages ago” Eddie sighed, taking Steve’s cheek into the palm of his hand. 
Taking more and more of the dick into his mouth and then down his throat Steve moved his hand away from the base and down to the balls, taking one in hand and massaging them. 
“Fuck sweetheart, taking me so well, look at you, so fucking pretty with a cock in your mouth, much prettier when you’re not being an insufferable brat” Eddie said, reaching down and taking a fist full of Steve’s hair pulling his head back slightly. “Want me to cum down your throat, sweet thing? Keep things cleaner?” Steve nodded the best he could in response, not breaking eye contact; he could feel his eyes getting wet and his vision was becoming a little blurry around the edges from lack of oxygen. That heady feeling and Eddie looking down at him with pupils blown was all he needed to cum untouched, a whimper on his lips the best he could. 
“Stevie baby, did you just cum from sucking me off? Jesus, you really are something else.” Eddie panted, thrusting his hips slightly. 
Steve’s glazed-over look, a blush on his cheeks, and his eyes so blown Eddie couldn’t tell you the colour was all he needed to spill down the other man's throat with a grunt. 
The two walked back into the club, grabbed fresh drinks from the bar, and went in different directions.
Heading to the bathroom 20 minutes later Eddie saw two people pressed close in the small hallways very clearly making out. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realised that it was Steve pressed against the wall. Eddie went numb; this just proved to him that whatever he felt for Steve was completely one-sided. 
“How do I taste?” Eddie asked, thinly veiled mania in his voice. 
“What?” The guy attached to Steve replied.
“I asked how the IPA tastes here?” Eddie responded, smiling. 
“I don’t know, I’m busy here so fuck off”
“Yeah, I can see that, have a good night, Stevie” Eddie said, walking off and leaving the club.
Graduation came and went, and before they knew it they had a regular Friday night slot at the Hideout. The Spitfires had been playing weekly there for a few weeks now and each week it felt like they got better and better. More and more people seemed to be there each week and last week, they had stepped off the stage to a small crowd of fans waiting for them.
The music they were writing together felt like it was getting better too. It turned out that as the four of them, they could each see things in a song others couldn’t. Steve was constantly trying to find the beat in the song and moving words around to fit that beat better. Robin was great with the linguistics of their writing and changing words as needed. Chrissy was the best at making sure the whole thing flowed perfectly, and Eddie was primarily the songwriter, spending many a sleepless night hunched over his notepad until the sun started to rise and he had to grab a couple hours of sleep before school. Since they had all graduated, time not spent working their summer jobs was spent together, either practice or writing time. 
One Friday at the end of their set, they were greeted off-stage by Benny himself. 
“Great set as always,” He said “Come with me a second?” he asked before walking off to his office.
“So I’m friends with the manager of Healer in Indy. I’ve had a word with her and got you a spot next Friday. Not headlining, but on before the headliners. You lot deserve to be playing at a bigger place, give you a chance of getting more fans.”
“Seriously?! That’s awesome, Thank you so much, man!” Steve exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. 
The band spent the rest of the night celebrating and talking about the future. How they were going to spend their first million and such. 
A week later, the band was backstage at Healer. A nervous energy flowed through each of them. The venue was packed and the band that had gone on before them had been amazing. 
“How are we meant to follow that?” Chrissy asked, panic only just being disguised from her voice. 
“Oh bunny, you’re going to be so good up there on stage, god I wish I could be in the crowd just so I could watch you up there.” Robin soothed, pulling her girlfriend close and kissing her softly. 
Steve and Eddie stepped away, closer to the stage allowing the girlfriends a moment alone.
What felt like both fleeting seconds and an eternity later, the band was on stage. The lights were bright and hot, hitting them all in their faces immediately. This was a new level for the band. So many more people than they were used to playing to and a much bigger venue. 
“Good evening beautiful people! My name is Eddie, this is Chrissy, that's Robin and the half-naked dude on the drums is Steve.” Eddie said into the mic, pointing to everyone in turn. “We’re The Spitfires” 
40 minutes later, the four walked off stage, physically drained but mentally flying high. It was the best gig they had ever played. The energy they had got back from the crowd was immense. Loud cheering at the solos they played and even shouts for an encore when they left the stage. 
Heading to the small green room, they all got freshened up, changed, and went to mix with the crowd. It felt so good to have people seeking them out to let them know how much they loved the set, wanting to know when they were next playing and where, asking if they had any music recorded and released yet. 
They had all been chatting and dancing for a while when a guy walked over to Robin and started to dance with her. She moved away from him and the guy followed. 
“Leave me alone please, I’m in a relationship and don’t want to dance with you” Robin shouted at him over the music. 
“Aww come on sweet thing, he’s not here right now, come dance with me. One dance won’t hurt.” The guy replied, grabbing Robin and pulling her to him. 
“Get off me!” Robin screamed, catching the attention of Steve straight away. 
“She said no, leave her alone” Steve growled attempting to pull the guy away from Robin. 
“Awww your boyfriend came to your aid, how very knight in shining armour of him.” The guy snickered, 
“I’m not her boyfriend. But the lady said no so go the fuck away before I make you.” Steve responded. 
“Make me,” came the reply before the guy moved forward, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 
“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but I think you should leave, now” the voice of Eddie came from behind him. 
“And who the fuck are you? A second cock for this slut?” the guy spat.
“I’m the guy that’s getting your ass out of here for speaking about one of my best friends like that.” Eddie seethed, pulling the guy away from Steve and Robin.
“Get your hands off me, let me go” the guy shouted at Eddie. 
“Absolutely fucking not, you utterly vile excuse of a human. You are exactly the reason women are scared to go out alone. You’re lucky I’m in a really good mood or I’d cut your dick off and force it up your nose.” Eddie shouted as he threw the man to the ground outside the club. 
“That was so fucking hot” Steve breathed heavily as he pulled Eddie down into an alleyway and pressed him against the wall. “The way you stood up for Robin, the way you manhandled him out of there, so fucking hot.” 
“Oh really big boy? Like the idea of me being all manly like that, hmmm?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow before leaning forward and kissing Steve tentatively at first. 
Steve pressed him further into the wall and deepened the kiss. Grabbing Eddie's shirt, soft fabric in his fingers, and the slight grazing of skin under his palms, Steve pulled the other man towards him. Tongues chased each other and breaths mingled, thoughts of anything but each other stopped. 
Moving from kissing Eddie's lips to his neck Steve continued to kiss down, exposing more of the other's body. Sinking to his knees, he undid Eddie’s belt and pulled his trousers down just enough to be able to take his dick out of his underwear. 
“Fuck” Steve whispered, almost to himself, as he freed Eddie from the confines of his tight jeans. 
“Just going to stare, or do something with it hmm, princess?” Eddie questioned, looking down at the boy in front of him on his knees. 
“God you’re so fucking insufferable, you know that right, Munson?” Steve bit back, starting to stroke Eddie slowly. 
“Either use that bratty mouth of yours for some good or don’t, but you’re the one that initiated this. Might I remind you we are outside.” Eddie quirked an eyebrow and smirked slightly.
Taking the base of Eddie’s cock firmer in his hand Steve stroked harder and quicker. Looking up at the other man through his eyelashes he ran his tongue on the underside of him before taking the soft head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and taking more into his mouth. 
“Shit, sweetheart, if I’d have known your mouth was as good at sucking dick as it is mouthing off, I’d have had you on your knees ages ago” Eddie sighed, taking Steve’s cheek into the palm of his hand. 
Taking more and more of the dick into his mouth and then down his throat Steve moved his hand away from the base and down to the balls, taking one in hand and massaging them. 
“Fuck sweetheart, taking me so well, look at you, so fucking pretty with a cock in your mouth, much prettier when you’re not being an insufferable brat” Eddie said, reaching down and taking a fist full of Steve’s hair pulling his head back slightly. “Want me to cum down your throat, sweet thing? Keep things cleaner?” Steve nodded the best he could in response, not breaking eye contact; he could feel his eyes getting wet and his vision was becoming a little blurry around the edges from lack of oxygen. That heady feeling and Eddie looking down at him with pupils blown was all he needed to cum untouched, a whimper on his lips the best he could. 
“Stevie baby, did you just cum from sucking me off? Jesus, you really are something else.” Eddie panted, thrusting his hips slightly. 
Steve’s glazed-over look, a blush on his cheeks, and his eyes so blown Eddie couldn’t tell you the colour was all he needed to spill down the other man's throat with a grunt. 
The two walked back into the club, grabbed fresh drinks from the bar, and went in different directions.
Heading to the bathroom 20 minutes later Eddie saw two people pressed close in the small hallways very clearly making out. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realised that it was Steve pressed against the wall. Eddie went numb; this just proved to him that whatever he felt for Steve was completely one-sided. 
“How do I taste?” Eddie asked, thinly veiled mania in his voice. 
“What?” The guy attached to Steve replied.
“I asked how the IPA tastes here?” Eddie responded, smiling. 
“I don’t know, I’m busy here so fuck off”
“Yeah, I can see that, have a good night, Stevie” Eddie said, walking off and leaving the club.
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softsnzstuff · 1 year
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Definitely Steddie Doctors Office AU. I feel like them living & working together would make it even more tense.
You’re absolutely right, Anon! Thanks for this amazing addition!! Based on this post/prompt.
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Eddie was in the kitchen finishing dinner when Steve came out of the bathroom staring at his phone like he’d seen a ghost.
“Everything ok babe?”
“My parents called?? I guess they found out I’m doing nursing and they wanted to say congrats…? They left a voicemail.”
“That’s great! Did you call them back?”
Steve stared at Eddie like he was dumb. “No I did not call them back! They’re only calling in the first place because it looks good for them. Finally have a kid who isn’t a total fuck up….”
“I doubt that’s what they meant.” Eddie scoffed.
“You don’t know my parents Eddie. They’re egotistical assholes who only care about their image. They never spent time at home. Never took me out with them. Why? Because I was the high school fuck up. I drank and smoked and partied. I worked countless jobs in college making minimum wage.”
Eddie didn’t appreciate being snapped at. He was only trying to be supportive.
“You’re right Steve. I don’t know your parents.” He said coolly, “But I do know you should be thankful to even have parents in the first place.”
“That’s not fair!” Steve raised his voice.
“It isn’t fair! It isn’t fair that my moms dead and my dads in prison. It isn’t fair that I was robbed of a childhood until Wayne took me in. It isn’t fair that I worked my ass off to NOT live up to the Munson name and no one. Fucking. Cares. That’s not fair.”
Steve had his arms crossed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me??”
Steve huffed a breath, “No.”
“Steve! All I said was that you should call them back!”
“I’m not calling them back! They decided a long time ago that they didn’t want to be part of my life. Why would I give them a second chance now??”
“Because Steve. You have the privilege of a second chance with your parents!”
Eddie tossed his dish in the sink and stormed off to the bedroom they shared to shower. How could Steve be so unappreciative of the family that he had. Eddie grew up just him and Wayne against the world after…. After all the shit with his own parents went down.
***
Steve had made himself tea before bed that night. After drinking it, he went to their bedroom in tense silence. Eddie was reading a book on his side of the bed. Steve crawled under the covers and made a show of flopping over to face away from Eddie.
“Really Harrington? You’re gonna be a child about this?”
Eddie closed his book and slapped it onto the bedside table, turning off the light. He slid down and turned the opposite way as well, eventually falling into a frustrated sleep.
******
The next day or two were tense to say the least. Steve and Eddie weren’t talking to each other at home unless it was a backhanded compliment, and at work, it was just awkward for everyone. The laundry incident from Thursday was the worst.
“Steve! Did you do the laundry???” Eddie yelled.
“Yeah… and?!” Steve was not happy.
“Jesus fucking Christ Steve. I told you I’d do it! Look what you did!” Eddie held up his doctors coat which was now a baby pink color.
Steve chuckled a little.
“You think it’s funny?? You probably did this on purpose. The other white ones aren’t clean yet.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose Eddie. Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know Steve. Why won’t you call your parents back?”
Steve rolled his eyes so far back that he turned around with them, walking away, “Drop it Eddie!”
When they got to the office, Robin was in her usual chirpy mood. She got one glimpse of Eddie’s coat and had a field day with Nancy.
“Nice coat Doctor Rockstar. Pink really suits you.”
“Leave it, Robin!”
He never snapped at her, so she immediately looked hurt and sulked away. Nancy staring at him inquisitively.
“What the hell was that?”
Eddie sighed, “Sorry. Steve and I are still fighting.”
“Well don’t take it out on us.” Nancy spit back and then returned to her own desk.
*****
The next night, Steve and Eddie were sitting on opposite ends of their couch. Steve had seemed to be coming down with a cold for the last few days, but wouldn’t admit to it.
“HAESSSSH! ISSSH’iew! TiSHh’ew!”
“Bless you.” Eddie said, monotoned.
“Thanks.” Steve said without looking up.
Every few seconds of the tv show they were watching was punctuated by a wet sniffle from Steve.
“….. snf…….snf….SNFF….*ahem*…. snfSNFF…”
“For fucks sake Steve just blow your fucking nose already!”
Eddie picked up the tissue box off the coffee table and tossed it at him. Steve took a couple as his nose twitched again.
“H’eSHh’IEW! … whatever. I’m going to bed.”
Steve took the tissue box and stormed off to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Eddie threw on a show to try and calm his nerves, but every couple minutes Steve’s stupid loud sneezes would interrupt. When they finally died down, he was too tired to watch anything else so he retreated to the bedroom as well.
He opened the door and saw Steve, asleep, his congested snores cutting through the silence. The floor was littered with used tissues and the box on the nightstand was empty.
Eddie didn’t know why he did it, but he quietly went around picking up and disposing of the used tissues. He took the empty box to the recycling and replaced it with a fresh new one. He also refilled Steve’s water glass and put some painkillers on Steve’s nightstand before climbing into bed himself.
*****
Steve awoke to a clean bedroom with fresh tissues. He spotted the painkillers on the table and took them - he always got sinus headaches about four days into a cold. He knew Eddie had to be responsible for it but he didn’t want to outright thank him.
Eddie was in the kitchen finishing some cereal when Steve emerged. The older man eyed him up and down and then commented.
“You should stay home today. You look sick.”
“Who are you, my mom?” Steve snapped.
“If I say yes, will you not call me for ten years?” Eddie retorted, eyebrows raised.
“How long did it take you to come up with that one? Your dad’s prison sentence??”
Eddie made a face that clearly told Steve he’d overstepped.
“I have too much of a god damn headache to deal with you Steven. Either get in the fucking car or you can find your own way to work.”
***
Steve eventually got in the car, the air so silent that you could feel the tension in it. Every few minutes Eddie would turn to his shoulder to cough.
Steve felt bad about what he said. “Want some water.”
Eddie didn’t even take his eyes off the road, “Nope.”
***
Eddie couldn’t lie. He felt like absolute shit. He had a raging headache that he had thought was from fighting with Steve nonstop the last couple of days, but he definitely knew he was catching whatever Steve had.
He sniffled thickly against his wrist as he started at some papers in his office. He’d felt the congestion settling in early this morning-part of why he woke up so early.
“H’NxxT! Nxxt!! ixxTchu!”
He stifled into his elbow and pulled some tissues to quietly blow his nose. He didn’t want Steve to know he was sick too. He figured he’d just have to suffer the rest of the day trying to hide it.
*****
It was 2:05am. Steve wasn’t quite sure why he woke up, but he peeled an eye open and saw light coming from under the bathroom door. It was just Eddie.
He then realized he could hear the shower running, which was…unusual for this hour. He shut his eyes again trying to will sleep to come back to him when he heard a muffled,
“H’MPTchuh!”
He sat up in bed, straining to hear.
“H’iMPTchh! iNG’tch’EW! H’eKSHh’IEW!”
That trio of sneezes was followed by a wet cough that made Steve grimace.
Sighing, he swung his legs over the bed and walked over to the door, knocking lightly. “Eddie?”
“H’inGTCHuh! SNF…. Go’way.”
Steve was so done with fighting at this point. He turned the door handle and opened it cautiously. Steam poured out of the room, revealing Eddie sitting on the edge of the closed toilet seat, with a handful of tissues pressed to his nose.
“Oh Eds…” Steve perched on the edge of the bathtub and rubbed a hand on Eddie’s back as he geared up for another round of sneezes.
His red and dampened nostrils flared as he ducked down again into the already crumbling tissues.
“H’iKSHh’EW! eSH’iew!!” He coughed before doubling over one more time, “iKSHh’IEW!”
Eddie didn’t get sick often, but when he did get hit, he usually went down bad. It was already apparent that he had this cold way worse than Steve did.
“Here give me those.” Steve took the wet tissues from his boyfriend and swapped them for some dry ones. “I’m sorry I gave you my cold.”
“I’b sorry I told you to call your pare’dts back.” He turned to cough again, “N’dot my business. I guess I was jealous that you could have a second chan’dce and I can’t.”
Steve’s face softened. “I’m sorry I was a dick about it instead of explaining to you why I didn’t want to. And I’m sorry for the cheap shot about your dad.”
“S’okay.”
“No it wasn’t. It was so not cool. I’m sick of fighting. And you’re just… sick. Can we just move on so I can take care of you?”
“I’d like that a lot.”
Steve leaned in and gave Eddie a hug, the older man’s arms wrapped around Steve’s shoulders as he rested his head there.
“H’iKSHhh!”
Eddie sneezed into his tissues, still embracing Steve, the sound echoing in Steve’s left ear.
“snFF sorry…” Eddie mumbled as he pulled back, blowing his nose.
“It’s okay Eds, you get a pass because it’s my cold.”
He held out a hand to help Eddie to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him back to their bed. Once he was laying down, Steve pulled the blankets over him and turned the lights back off. He got into the bed and wrapped himself around Eddie.
“Missed cuddling with you.” Steve whispered.
“Missed you too.”
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glitterslag · 1 year
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While I'm on the subject, Britcom AUs I would literally love to see for stranger things fic:
Black Books AU: eddie the depressive, alcoholic bookshop owner. Steve his bumbling manservant. Chrissy the quirky giftshop owner from next door. Hellcheer, Steddie, Steddissy, it matters not!!!!
Mighty Boosh AU: Steve and Eddie the zookeepers. Or the owners of Nabootique. And instead of naboo the shaman you've got will the wise and instead of bollo the gorilla you've got dart the demodog
IT Crowd AU: Robin blags her way into a position as head of IT at reynholm industries. Dustin and Steve are her tech-savvy, socially-stupid employees. Eddie the goth comes out of his office once in a while to ruin dinner parties and chat up Chrissy who works on the fifth floor
Spaced AU: Eddie and Chrissy, two strangers, end up having to live together and pretend to be a couple so the landlord doesn't kick them out of the house. Chrissy soon finds out that the neighbours (Jonathan, Robin, Nancy and Steve) are a little weird
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whomst-the-hell · 1 year
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i might write this out one day but like. probably not so in the meantime: a somewhat steve centric stranger things pirate au that gets less and less canon as it goes, because its me:
steve is the son of someone wealthy (merchant? governor? king? doesn’t matter!) and courting the lady nancy wheeler
nancy’s handmaiden barbara goes missing from a party at steve’s estate, where she was taken from the dock
nancy and jonathan team up to find her and will, who’s missing too
theyve been taken by a cursed ship (a la potc flying dutchman) captained by the legendary no-longer-human henry creel, who’s supposed to ferry the dead but abused his position as immortal psychopomp to rule the seas with an iron fist
(logically the ship would be called the upside down but that sounds fucking dumb so. im leaning towards The Black Widow but idk im taking suggestions ig)
meanwhile el has escaped from this ship, and meets up with a gang of kids
in this au, instead of the canon interest in fantasy, i think the kids are super into like. romanticised pirate legends
instead of “the party” they call themselves “The Crew”
steve follows nancy and jonathan, fearing for nancy’s safety with “that byers creep” and comes in just in time to help nancy and jonathan as they battle aboard The Black Widow
nancy and jon manage to negotiate steve and will’s release (rip barb) in return for their souls, and are trapped on the ship ~forever oOoOO~
except that steve and the kids are not satisfied with this at all, and with the help of merchant’s step-daughter Maxine Mayfield they steal a boat (but not before some weirdly homoerotic (in a rancid way) conflict between steve and billy) and set sail in pursuit of The Black Widow
along the way they pick up navigator Robin Buckley, who initially clashes with steve but bonds with him when they are captured and tortured by The Soviet, another ship chasing The Black Widow for their power
also at this time el is sailing with her sister kali upon The Children’s Revenge, who are hunting Creel bc their family/friends/crewmates have been taken by him in the past
they eventually all reunite upon the deck of the black widow
along with eddie and chrissy, who were captured after eddie helped chrissy flee an arranged marriage to (barf) jason carver, and have been working w nancy and jon to try to mutiny. the issue: the new captain would be forced to Actually stay on the widow ~forever oOoOOo~
with the combined forces of platonic stobin&The Crew, el&kali, and jancy&platonic hellcheer, they are able to carry out the mutiny plan, and steve (coughMartyrcough) makes himself captain so that the others can leave
they refuse to leave
they dismiss all creel’s crewmen/prisoners (the demo-creatures, i think. also, the mind flayer is the kraken, it never came up but its true)
The Crew lives their dream of romantic piracy, ferrying souls instead of pillaging innocents (though they also bust slave ships, and occasionally sink other, crueler ships, be they pirates or navy officers), nancy and jonathan can serve justice (see above) and also be together, which wasnt an option bc jon was poor, and steve&robin and eddie&chrissy are living their platonic soulmate lives, + steddie and buckingham
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Martin loves his job as a professor of English Literature at UCL. If it wasn't for his pretentious asshole of a colleague Jon Sims. Their already less than cordial working relationship only grows worse when they are forced to share an office. Of course, when Jon needs someone to pretend to be his boyfriend at a literature conference, Martin is the only other person in their department going. A deal with high stakes and unforeseen consequences is struck.
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Jon never thought he would die holding Martin’s hand. But here they are, sitting on the floor of document storage, waiting for Prentiss to break down the door. Jon has no idea how Martin managed to get through this for two weeks in his flat all by himself. Prentiss has been trying to get to them for maybe 20 minutes and Jon has never been so scared.
Five times Jon let go of Martin's hand and the one time he held on.
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After everything is said and done (Somehow you are still the one) Lovers to enemies to lovers AU. Jon and Martin are meeting for the first time in 6 years at Melanie's and Georgie's wedding as best men. Chaos, scheming, a bachelorette party and old wounds and feelings opening up again happens.
By Secret and Divine Signs A soulmate slow burn AU where Jmart are too stubborn, stupid, and busy yearning to realize they are soulmates. According to comments/bookmarks also really enjoyed by people who usually don't like soulmate AUs.
A spell that can't be broken Jonmartim witches AU. Enemies to friends to lovers jmart, friends to lovers martim, established and very domestic jontim. Fun world building, bickering and over all feel good.
You have made a home inside of me After Prentiss attacks the Archives, Martin has no place to stay so Jon offers him to crash in his guest room. Of course that is not a smart idea given that Jon has a crush on Martin while also suspecting that Martin might have killed Gertrude.
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How can I hurt when holding you 5 times Jon let go of Martin's hand and one time he held on.
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford Comma English Lit Professors Jon and Martin hate each other, are forced to share an office and have to fake date.
Tell me when we first met, (will we meet again)5 times Martin had a bad Valentine's Day and the one time it was perfect.
If we were young againPost Mag 200 Martin wakes up alone and tries to find Jon
I'm tryna make you stay so we can make out Georgie surprises Melanie at work during lunch. Kissing ensues.
Fret not dear heart "Dance card is open." Did Tim mean that? When Tim takes Martin out for dinner at the pub Martin tries to figure out if it is a date or not.
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softsnzstuff · 1 year
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I’ll take literally any form of Steddie (preferably maybe doctor au?) where they’re both sick and trying to hide it from one another! You’re amazing kb
Omg I love this concept. Been thinking all day about reasons for them to hide it from each other. Decided to make it established Steddie. Eddie is hiding his sickness because he is excited for an office Halloween party that he’s like the main man for. Steve is hiding it because he knows Eddie is excited about it. Robin and Nancy are knowing third parties lol 🤍 -KB
*****
The Hawkins Medical annual Halloween bash was something Eddie looked forward to every year. Although he wasn’t the one organizing the party, he certainly was the life of it.
Every year he went above and beyond with his costume, got a little bit drunk, and danced the night away with the staff. It was an ordeal time and time again.
It was for all these reasons that when Eddie woke up with a sore throat, a headache, and a sensitive nose; he ignored it. He could not be getting sick. Not tonight.
He got dressed-a Halloween sweater under his doctors coat with some black jeans. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure Steve wasn’t there. He dumped his coffee down the sink drain and switched it out for some tea in his travel mug.
Over in their en suite bathroom, Steve was pulling a similar stunt. He, too, had woken up feeling lousier than usual. He felt more chilled and hoped a shower would warm him up before work.
Much to his disappointment, all the shower did was make his hair wet and awaken the congestion that was settling in his sinuses. He got dressed as well, throwing a thick jacket over his scrubs before heading out towards the living room.
Steve cleared his throat discretely before speaking. “Ready to go Eddie?”
The older man nodded, swallowing a sip of the tea from his travel mug. “Yep! Got my coffee and everything.”
Throughout the drive to work, Eddie secretly hoped that Steve couldn’t smell that it was tea instead of coffee. Steve secretly couldn’t smell a damn thing.
Once at the office, they went their separate ways. A tickle had been building for Eddie since partway through their drive in, and he’d been waiting until he was alone to indulge it.
“IxxTCH! N’xxT! H’nxT …guh!”
“Hey Doc!”
Leave it to Robin to walk in on Eddie when he was in the throes of a sneezing fit.
“Bless you! Just wanted to say I’m beyond excited for the party tonight. You aren’t ready for my costume. It’s good this year.”
“Can’t wait to see it!” He smiled and took a sip of his tea, trying not to wince as he swallowed.
“Ooh that smells different! What is it?” Robin asked.
“It’s uh. It’s an herbal tea Nancy got me.”
“Smells fruity! Can I try some?” Robin reached out with her normal energy, but was taken aback when Eddie blocked it with his hand.
“No!” He said probably too quickly.
Robin feigned shock as Eddie sheepishly explained himself.
“Sorry Birdie. Woke up feeling sick this morning. I’d love to share my tea, but not my germs. Do me a favor though and don’t tell Steve? I’m too excited about the party.”
Robin nodded in realization and mimed zipping her lips. “Your secret is safe with me, but I want some of that tea next time.”
“H’ixxTCHU! snfsnff Deal.”
***
That afternoon, Nancy was standing at her desk that was connected to Steve’s. He was typing away at some chart notes, stopping every couple of seconds to sniffle thickly against his wrist.
She kept a careful eye on him, choosing not to say anything until she saw him pull his jacket tighter around his frame.
“You okay over there Steve?”
The man blinked at her a little confused, “What?”
“You seem cold and you’re awfully… sniffly.”
He blushed as he brought the back of his hand to his nose. “It’s just cold in here. Making my nose run.”
“Mmhmm. Sure.” Nancy replied sarcastically, glancing at the thermostat, “It’s 72 in here Steve.”
The silence hung in the air for a few seconds before Steve looked around to make sure Eddie was in an exam room.
“I think I’m catching a cold, but I don’t want Eddie to know. If he finds out he’ll get worried and he was so excited about the party tonight.”
Nancy just shook her head.
***
Even before they were an item, both Eddie and Steve tended to show up fashionably late to these parties. To no one’s surprise, this increased exponentially once they started living together.
Nancy, dressed as Wednesday Addams, grabbed some spooky spiked punch and made her way over to where Robin and Chrissy were dancing.
They were dressed as a witch and a zombie cheerleader respectively.
“Either of you hear from the boys?” She asked.
“Nah, not me!” Robin shouted over the music. Chrissy shook her head no.
“Wonder if they decided not to come? Steve said he was sick.” Nancy added.
Robin nodded, “Yeah Eddie sounded a little rough this morning.”
“Wait…” Nancy paused, “What do you mean Eddie? I was talking about Steve!”
“Eddie told me he’s sick but he really wanted to come and that I shouldn’t tell Steve.”
“Steve told me that he was sick and that I shouldn’t tell Eddie because Eddie was super excited about the party.” Nancy explained.
Chrissy laughed as all three of them connected the dots.
“Are you telling me that they’re both sick but completely oblivious??” The strawberry blonde asked.
“I mean…it sure as hell sounds like them.” Robin shrugged.
Just then, they both walked in. Steve was dressed as a vampire and Eddie was dressed as Slash. The pink tint was visible on Eddie’s nose, as were the tired rims under Steve’s eyes.
“Hey guys! How ya feeling?” Chrissy asked, trying to get them to come clean.
They both looked at each other, flustered for their own separate reasons.
“Uh *ahem* good SNF.” Eddie said.
Steve agreed, trying to avoid the consonants that made him sound congested. “Just peachy. Why?”
The girls all exchanged a look - an unspoken conversation happening with just the look of an eye. Robin was the one to bite the bullet and call them out.
“You doofuses know you’re both sick and hiding it from the other, right?”
“I thought I saw you shivering in the car! Why didn’t you say something??” Eddie asked Steve.
“ME?? What about you? You think I can’t hear you sneezing every thirty minutes??” Steve countered.
“Wow you two are dumb.” Robin teased, “Not to be your couples therapy but how do you really feel?”
Eddie sighed, “I’ve been sneezing so much my nose feels like it’s going to fall off…”
Steve followed suit, “I’ve felt clammy and feverish all day and I kind of just want to sleep.”
“Sounds like you’re both in agreement. As your PA, I recommend rest and some tea.” Nancy noted.
“Sorry guys.” Robin frowned sympathetically. “There’s always the Christmas party!”
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