#steve is a silly goose

[resident-gay-bitch]

okay, i don’t know where this thought came from. sue me. i don’t care it’s amusing.

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steve was very drunk. like, super drunk. he’d faced the almost-end of the world for fucks sake, you can’t get mad at him for wanting to get drunk.

vecna had happened, and they’d almost killed him, and then eddie died. but then he wasn’t dead anymore, he was brought back to life by none other than their resident bad guy and practically betrayed the party, but then he didn’t… it was so confusing, steve was just trying to not die whilst defending everyone else the whole time. dustin kept making references to this “kas” guy… eddie seemed to agree, once he was back to his normal weird self.

eddie had graduated, today actually, after summer school. the weather was hot and eddie was finally free and they wanted to have a party and celebrate success. freedom.

so, here they were. all drinking the night away and laughing and dancing and fuck, all those hits to the head really fucked with steve’s tolerance because after those three shots with robin and the two beers he’d had prior, he was blasted. he decided to stop drinking, but then eddie was nice enough to make him up this “special concauction” and he couldn’t say no. so another drink down… and a strong one at that.

so steve was drunk. very drunk. so drunk that his consciousness wasn’t really there, and his vision was blurred, but he was still having a good time. just no more alcohol. he yelled that out to everyone, made sure they all stopped him from the beers.

he was dancing with robin, their arms linked as they jigged around the room to Gimme Gimme Gimme, singing off the top of their lungs. everyone was amused, especially because robin was now out to everyone there since she started seeing vicky, and steve was a guy. a straight guy at that. right?

eddie was slumped back against the wall, beer in hand, he was pretty drunk too, but not nearly as gone as steve. he was smoking a joint, passing it to jonothan beside him. nancy gave them shit for smoking inside, but it was steve’s house, not hers, and steve didn’t care. they poked their tongues out at her.

eddie had his eyes locked on steve, as they had been ever since gym class in their shared senior year. steve just wore such tight little shorts, and when eddie was forced to go up against him in one v one basketball against his will, and he was trying to get the ball and steve shoved his ass into eddie’s crotch in defence… well, yeah. eddie hadn’t gotten an erection so fast since middle school when he had to get changed in the locker room for the first time.

he wasn’t sure if he’d had a chance with steve. sometimes it seemed like he was flirting, but then he’d start talking about this pretty girl that came into work and all hope would be lost. why must life be so confusing?

steve however, had been harbouring secretive feelings for eddie since like… his freshman year. well, he didn’t know he liked eddie back then, he was just so entranced by this weird guy with gorgeous eyes and soft pink lips and a daring grin and such confidence. he was in awe. he’d only realised he actually liked eddie, after talking with robin about his bisexuality and after dustin wouldn’t shut up about the guy.

he couldn’t blame the kid though. eddie was everything.

but god these feelings sucked ass. steve just wanted to be normal, he didn’t need to deal with being more of a disappointment. he hated himself. and he hated eddie because there was no way eddie could be into him, right? eddie was straight. he had to be. i mean, it’s not like eddie ever talked about girls, or had ever had a girlfriend, or seemed interested in the girls steve tried to set him up with, or had any nudie mags lying around his room or any thing like that… but like… he wasn’t gay. he just… no.

and so he was drunk and dancing and singing about wanting a man after midnight and seeing eddie stare at him whilst high out the corner of his eye, and his vision was blurred but it looked like eddie was smiling at him, ignoring jonothan even. god everything was so much. steve either needed to go to bed, or to hook up with some pretty girl. that’s what he’d do anytime he’d have stupid feelings about tommy back in the day.

they finished their dance and then some sappy love song started playing and vicky came over for a dance with her girlfriend and steve took that as his cue to leave. and he did. he stumbled over and threw back another shot before dustin could pull it from his hands because shit, feelings sucked man. especially the gay ones.

why weren’t there any pretty un-lesbian girls here?

oh, there was nancy… her and jonothan were broken up again… he thought… maybe? god it was too hard to keep track. but… it was worth a shot, right? she was clearly attracted to him, at least once.

he walked over to her leaning against the window she stood in front of, crowding her in and putting on his flirtiest grin, “hey there.”

“hi.” she looked at him weirdly.

“how’s it goin?”

“uh, good?” she glanced over to el and max who were just a few feet away, watching and giggling.

“so, i was thinkin…” he put on a charming little laugh.. at least, what he though was charming, “you and me-“

“nancy!” mike shouted from the kitchen, “where the fuck are the cupcakes mum made?”

nancy rolled her eyes, thanking the gods for her insufferable brother, pat steve on the bicep and walked away.

fuck.

he slumped against the window and decided he needed more alcohol.

he managed to steel some from dustin’s cup once he’d put it down to fight with lucas, both of them rolling around on the ground. he slinked away before dustin could notice.

“hey! who…”

steve giggled to himself and stumbled over to argyle, who was fiddling with the music. he made some small talk with the dude. he seemed cool enough. steve wanted to request some tears for fears.

he saw nancy staring at him and his cheeks flushed a little pink, she seemingly looked him up and down before turning to head upstairs. her hair, in all it’s curly glory, bounced as she bound up the steps and steve was intrigued. so he followed.

he struggled to climb the stairs at first, his feet finding the wrong spots and almost rolling down a few times, but eventually he got there. he noticed his bedroom door open.

yes.

distraction with a gorgeous girl, ago. thank fuck she got the message, right?

nope. no one was in there… but then the door to his ensuite swung open and nancy drunkenly stumbled out. steve grinned at her.

“hey gorgeous.” he winked, taking a few slow, very stumbly steps forward.

she clearly was very flustered, “uh, hi…”

steve shut his bedroom door, and then they were enclosed in darkness, “funny seeing you here.”

yeah, he’d kind of lost his charm over the years. blame it on the head trauma.

“ah… yeah?” her voice was deeper than steve remebered… must have been the alcohol fucking up his brain or something, making everything sound wrong.

steve took a few steps closer, until he was right in front of her. she was taller than he remebered too… maybe she was wearing platforms… maybe steve had shrunk. he was probably just super drunk.

“i’m glad.” steve grinned, leaning in a little. she hesitantly leant back, “thought we could have a little fun, whaddya say?”

her eyes widened, “fun?”

steve nodded, “yeah, you and me.” he reached a hand up, curling a finger around a lock of her hair. it felt different. he liked it more, “always loved your hair, you know.”

he felt her melt against him, “you have?”

he nodded, getting closer, “it’s gorgeous.” he whispered against her lips, his other hand slinking around her waist, “i’m gonna kiss you now. is that okay?”

she nodded, crashing her lips into his… it felt different. so different. i mean, it had been a while since they had last kissed. but like, someone’s mouth can’t change that much, right? once again, he blamed it on the alcohol. he sunk his hand into the glorious locks on the back of her head, and she relaxed into his hold, slinging her arms over steve’s shoulders and pulling him closer.

she pulled back and muttered, “fuck, been wanting to do this forever.”

steve’s cheeks turned pink… the last time he’d talked, nancy seemed barely interested in him like this. maybe she’d just been horny lately, and jonothan may not have been as good at sex as steve. that was probably it. steve pulled her backwards and pushed her down onto the bed, climbing over her and kissing down her neck, her jaw, sucking at her skin until he left a purple bruise under her ear. she moaned, a lot, the whole time. steve didn’t remember her being this responsive, but it really turned him on. he came back to her lips and kissed her fucking silly, his hands slid up from her hips, under her shirt and up- wait… he felt around a little. nothing… no bra, no tits, just a flat chest with… pierced nipples? he pulled back in a flash and leant over to turn his lamp on.

fuck.

that wasn’t nancy.

“steve?” eddie asked, seemingly very confused.

“i-“ steve stared, shaking his head as he crawled off of eddie.

fuck, he’d just kissed eddie. oh my god he’d just felt up eddie. oh shit he’s just made out with eddie. he’d fucking sucked a hicky into eddie’s neck… and he let him? he… he’d been wanting to do this forever? shit he was so drunk.

“sorry.”

eddie turned pink, “sorry?”

“i shouldn’t… i th-“ steve took a deep breath, sitting down on the edge of his desk because he was too dizzy to stand still, “i thought you were nance.”

there was silence for a while too long, “you saw me walk up stairs… followed me… looked me dead in the eye and kissed me, all whilst thinking i was nancy?”

“yes.”

well fuck, “oh.” eddie turned white.

“your gay?” steve mumbled out.

eddie was about to cry, “no.”

silence again. “what?”

“i thought you were…” eddie shook his head, racking his brain for a girl that was here that was straight that was old enough that looked enough like steve… of course there was no one, “i don’t know.”

was steve’s first kiss with eddie seriously a drunken accident?

“sorry.” eddie squeaked and ran away.

because that’s what eddie did best, right?

by the time steve made it back down stairs, eddie was gone with the night.

he hadn’t heard from eddie for two whole weeks. after two weeks of missing eddie, steve told robin what had happened. she slapped him.

“are you serious, steve?” she shook her head, “you actually had him underneath you and you ruined it with your stupid heterosexual honesty? you could have just lied, you know? told him later!”

steve groaned, slamming his head on the counter repeatedly, “i know… but he said he’s not gay-“

“he obviously lied.”

“how do you know that?”

“ah, steve…” she scoffed, “if a girl made out with me drunk, then pulled back telling me she thought i was a guy, to then randomly ask me if i was gay, i would lie about it too.”

“oh.” steve stared at the window, “oh.”

“oh!” she flung her arms out.

steve drove straight to the munsons after work that night, and knocked on their door. eddie opened it, guitar slung over his back. he’d been practicing. it made steve all hot and bothered. eddie went white when he saw him.

“steve…” he looked away awkwardly.

“can i come in?”

eddie hesitated before sighing deeply and stepping out of the way to let steve in. he shut the door behind them and took his guitar off. steve wasn’t sure if he was more disappointed or relieved about that.

“whaddya want?” eddie asked, standing awkwardly in the room as steve took a seat on the couch. he needed to sit for this.

“sorry.” steve mumbled.

“for?” he knew what for.

“for kissing you and then telling you i thought you were nance.”

“so… you didn’t think i was nance?” eddie scoffed, “jeez. came up for some experimentation with the freak and realised you didn’t like it, classy, steve. real classy.”

steve looked to the ground, “no… we’ll, i-“ he huffed, hating himself a little too much right now, “i did think you were nancy.”

“amazing.” eddie muttered beneath his breath.

“i just… i wanted sex… is all. i was horny and needed a girl-“

“great.” eddie emphasised the T, “i needa know about that, why?”

steve rolled his eyes, he hated how irritating eddie got when he was feeling emotionally venerable. tell tale sign one that steve had definitely hurt him, and that eddie was one hundred percent into dudes. at least fifty percent into steve.

“because.” steve sighed rather dramatically, “i just… i needed a distraction, okay?”

“okay?” eddie shook his head, eyes wide, “and? i’m not a fucking mind reader, steve.”

steve started to grow a little angry with eddie’s attitude, furrowing his brows and practically growling, “fuck you for looking like nancy.”

eddie rolled his eyes and laughed, “wow, sorry for not living up to your wet dreams.”

steve stood, getting a little defensive now, “asshole, the reason why i was trying to sleep with nancy is because you are my wet dreams.”

“ah huh.” eddie nodded with a disgusting grin that steve knew was there just to spite him, “sure. i’m your wet dream in the way that pigs fucking fly.”

steve folded his arms in a grump, “your a jerk, you know that?”

“your a fucking dick.” eddie snapped back, “learn how to handle your drink.”

“sorry for not realising my tolerance got lower, you know, after sacrificing my life and consciousness for you and all!”

“oh, here we go. you gonna cry hero, try and get my sympathy or some shit?”

steve clenched his fists. that’s the last thing he’d do, “as if. maybe if you’d actually done something with your life other than being a shitty drug dealer, none of that bullshit would have happened and then i never would have mistaken you for nancy!”

eddie laughed again, and it made steve’s insides clench, “wow. just… fucking wow. what ever happened to the ‘oh, it’s not your fault, ed’s. there’s nothing you could do, ed’s. don’t beat yourself up, eds’?”

“maybe, if you weren’t such a dick you would be getting that treatment.”

“you are such a bully.” eddie shook his head, “still king steve at heart, aren’t you?”

steve gritted his teeth, “don’t call me that.”

“what?” eddie leered forward with a teasing smirk, “don’t like the truth, your highness?”

steve scrunched up his nose, shoving a finger into eddie’s chest, “that’s rich coming from a peice of shit, trailer trash freak, like yourself.”

eddie pretended that didn’t hurt as much as it did, “at least i’m not fake.” ouch.

“at least i’m wanted.” fuck.

eddie took a moment to absorb that, shrugging slightly, “but nancy didn’t want you, remember? she broke up with you, for jonothan… and then rejected you the other night, when you came running for the freak instead.”

“hmm,” steve muttered, taking another step closer, thank fully he was taller than eddie so his intention to intimidate seemed to work, “but you did.” it was his turn to smirk.

eddie’s smugness faultered for a moment, only a moment, but steve noticed. of course he fucking noticed. eddie furrowed his brow, clenching his fists and practically blowing steam out of his ears. steve knew he’d got him. he’d hit a sore spot and he was winning. and then he felt a little guilty, because that’s exactly something king steve would have done. fuck.

“maybe i was just using you, jackass.” eddie fought back, “experimenting with a guy with a big enough mouth to fit my cock.” eddie smirked again.

steve’s nose scrunched up in anger, the words shooting down to his dick but he refused to acknowledge that, “motherfucker.”

wow, great come back steve. amazing.

“cunt.” eddie grinned, looking up at steve but managing to intimidate him nonetheless.

“you are such a dick.” steve huffed, his voice seemingly quieter.

“you’re an emotionless asshole.” eddie whispered back.

“am not.” great job steve. yes. fix it by talking like a seven year old.

“are too.” eddie faught back.

“am. not.” steve sneered, “i happen to have a lot of stupid emotions.”

“sure you do.” eddie nodded once, his voice condescending as fuck, “enough emotions to… use your ex girlfriend for sex… or enough emotions to fuck over the only gay guy you know out of spite?”

steve smirked, “so you are gay? awh, you do want me.” he teased, poking eddie in the nose, “how cute. you got a crush on king steve, eddie? did i make you think all your stupid little dreams could come true?”

eddie slapped his hand away from his face. fuck. he nudged forward again, “fine. you got me. but you are a terrible kisser. i feel shame to all those girls who went all the way with you, i just got lucky enough that you felt the need to stop.”

“oh, you fucker…” steve shook his head, “i’ll have you know, i’m renowned for my sexual prowess. a god in the sack, if you will.”

“someone’s feeling a little cocky.” eddie scoffed.

“says the cock sucker.” steve smirks.

“no one said i did the sucking.” eddie grinned.

steve huffed, “all i’m saying, is that you can’t lie to me. once you got a taste, you didn’t want to stop.”

“it was sub par.” eddie shrugged, “like soggy popcorn after a movie. if it’s offered to you, you’ll take it. but it doesn’t mean it’s good.”

steve chuckled, “you seemed to think it was good the other night.”

“it’s my word against yours, big boy.” eddie grinned, “prove it.”

“i will.” steve nodded.

“how?” eddie nudged his face up into steve’s, catching him by surprise.

steve thought about it for a moment, looking at eddie, feeling the warmth of his breath on his face. those gorgeous eyes, his perfect hair and those pretty pink lips. he licked his own lips, looking between eddie’s eyes and his mouth. eddie seemed to be doing the same.

“i will.” steve whispered.

“no you won’t.” eddie smirked.

“shut up.” steve scoffed, eyes locked on eddie’s lips, watching his tongue dart out to lick them. he wanted to suck on eddie’s tongue.

“make me.” eddie quirked an eyebrow.

and steve did make him. eddie was shut the fuck up with a hot, hard kiss. he pulled back quickly, blinking once, twice, three times up at steve, catching his breath. steve looked at him for a moment, understanding the confusion behind eddie’s eyes. he sighed, still with a little aggression.

“i wanted to fuck a girl because i was having stupid thoughts about fucking you again and i needed to get rid-“

and that was good enough for eddie, so he kissed him again. shoving him back until his knees hit the edge of the couch and he was falling down into it, and eddie was straddling steve’s lap and pulling at his shirt and kissing him harder.

steve ended up with a matching hickey under his ear.

neither of them apologised, but after about three weeks of dirty, roughed up sex, robin had caught them making out in steve’s room and blurred out, “thank fuck! i thought steve would never admit he was practically in love with you!”

that got her a pillow thrown to her head, and a series of questions and teasing from eddie. they’re boyfriends now. but they still hadn’t apologised.

[infinite-orangepeel]

[withacapitalp]

Alternative

Steve stepped out of the ensuite attached to his room, wrapping a towel securely around his waist as he walked towards the closet, humming a tune he had forgotten the name of. For once, he was actually early. He had plenty of time to choose what he wanted to wear, do his hair, maybe even make some breakfast before he had to pick up Robin for their mid morning shift. 

Except, when he went to open the closet doors, not a lick of clothing was left inside. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Steve muttered to himself. A quiet little giggle came from outside of the room, but when Steve turned on a dime, there was no one in the doorway. 

“Eddie,” Steve groaned, “Get back over here!” 

No response, just the sound of extremely noisy footsteps. Steve forced himself to count to 10, whirling around and stomping over to his dresser. Also empty. He was about to shout again, force his boyfriend to come here and fix whatever he had done, when an innocent looking pile of clothes sitting on the bed caught his eye. 

Of course. This is what Steve got for falling in love with a trickster. 

The pile had a tiny note on it. It was a pale blue piece of construction paper that just said I picked out your clothes for you today. Make sure to thank me ;)

“Thank you,” Steve scoffed aloud, looking through the clothes. He was prepared to go down butt naked and tackle his boyfriend to the floor, when an even better plan began to form in his mind. Steve smirked, grabbing the pile and racing back over to the bathroom. 

He had things he had to do. 

A little less than a half hour later, he was ready. He took one more cursory glance in the mirror, and the smile on his face was completely predatory. Steve barely recognized himself, and he kinda liked it. 

Now it was time to give Eddie exactly what he had asked for. 

“Good morning Sunshine,” His partner called when he heard the sound of boots clunking down the steps, “I heard some commotion up there, have you been calling?”

“You’re a jackass,” Steve shot back. He could hear Eddie grinning from all the way on the other side of the house. 

He wouldn’t be grinning for much longer. 

“Let me see you,” Eddie said excitedly, and Steve bit his lip, rolling his shoulders back and striding into the kitchen with all the confidence he could muster/fake. 

“Let���s see how uh-” Eddie cut himself off with an unintelligible blubber, his jaw hanging wide open as he took in the full sight of Steve’s look for the day. 

Eddie had chosen the clothes- one of his loose band tees and tight ripped skinny jeans completed with a pair of Doc Martens- but, Steve had taken it to the next level. He had added the leather cuffs that Eddie had bought for him for their anniversary, stolen some of his boyfriend’s rings, and styled his hair into a much spikier and dangerous look. 

Steve had even put on eyeliner, and a touch of the lipgloss he swore he did not own. 

It wasn’t really his style, but he knew he objectively looked good. Objectively good, and definitely like something in one of Eddie’s wildest fantasies.  

“What’s wrong ‘Big Boy’? Can’t handle the heat now that you set the kitchen on fire?” Steve teased, unable to help himself. 

“Bedroom. Now.” Eddie managed to stutter out, still just staring at Steve. 

Steve crossed the room, and he heard Eddie gulp as he approached, felt him shiver when Steve invaded his space and slipped his hand into Eddie’s back pocket. 

“Hmmmm, no sorry. I have to go pick up Robin now.” He whispered into his boyfriend’s ear, pulling back and taking Eddie’s bandanna with him. Steve tucked it into his own pocket on the other side, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek and loving the soft whimper Eddie let out when he did, “I just wanted to thank you before I left like you asked,” 

Steve ducked away, practically sprinting out of the house as he cackled to himself. Yes, he was probably going to get a lot of weird looks at work today, but it was definitely going to be worth it when he got home tonight. 

[yellowsweater-bluevest]

Eddie tries to learn how to juggle by getting a book and practicing. He surprisingly persists because he wants to impress Steve. Because he wants it to be a surprise, he juggles whenever Steve is working, then escalating to him canceling dates because he wants to practice. Eventually Steve gets tired of being ignored, and decides to go to the trailer.

When he opens the door, he sees Eddie juggling semi-successfully with two balls. The sound of the door alerted Eddie who stares at Steve for a second, both frozen in place as the balls drop. Steve closes the door and stands outside for some seconds processing what he just saw. When he opens the door, Eddie is picking up the balls clumsily. Steve walks up to him and takes them of his hands.

“I have a totally normal explanation” Eddie tries to explain mortified.

Steve doesn’t say anything, he just starts juggling with ease for four balls as Eddie stares at him in awe.

“Tommy was convinced this was the way to pick up girls when we were in fifth grade so he made me learn” Steve explains, smiling triumphantly. “I liked it so much I kept doing it from time to time.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, his plan suddenly being used against him.

“I can teach you so long you stop avoiding me.” Steve smiles at Eddie, clearly teasing him.

“I was trying to surprise you” he finally snaps from his trance.

“By juggling?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to kiss you now.” Steve hold Eddie’s hair and kisses softly.

“I think that was pretty successful.”

“Whatever, clown.”

[crim-gadget]

UK Decay's Steve Abbot

[cayfart]

fruit loops 🥴

[collectorofallthingssentimental]

when u know u look good u get recordings like this and i mean, what can i say?

i stay peepin myself tbh

[cowtrackersstuff]

Robin from camping

[navnae]

Eddie is embarrassed when he accidentally admits to Steve that he’s never had a valentine before. His face goes all red and he’s preparing himself for the laughter that was going to follow. Eddie remembers all of those times when a plethora of girls would come to school just to give Steve cards and chocolates during their first period. Then he’d have a girl by his side by the end of the day heading towards his car, Eddie remembers those days very clearly. So telling Steve who’s probably never spent Valentine’s Day alone that he’s never had one was killing him on the inside. Surprisingly Steve didn’t really care about that since technically this would be the first time he didn’t have a valentines either. It never clicked to Eddie that both of them were spending Valentine’s Day together until Steve put on this romance movie then dimming the lights a little before sitting extremely close to Eddie on the couch. Eddie just assumed that this was a guys night that coincidentally fell on February 14th?

He was highly mistaken.

[microwaveable-squish-cheese13]

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[roosterbox]

Another subgenre of Steddie fics I love

Steve: I can’t just blurt out that I have a crush on them. It’ll ruin our friendship!

Eddie: you gotta be honest, man. Anybody’d be lucky to have you. Just say something like “Blank, I’m in love with you.”

Steve: Eddie, I’m in love with you.

Eddie: See! Just like that! You’ll be fine, dude. Now go get ‘em!

Steve:

[resident-gay-bitch]

communication breakdown

Steve was like, totally Eddie’s whole world or whatever. 

It's not like he wanted Steve to be, well… he did. Steve was a total babe and like, really kind and had soft eyes and perfect hair, broad shoulders and grabbable hips and oh the way those jeans made his- Uh… basically, he was attractive and nice so yeah, sure, it made sense that he could become Eddie’s whole world. But he was also straight. A straight jock who had googly lovey dovey eyes for Eddie’s new bestie, A.K.A, Steve's ex. 

It’s like… a whole thing. 

Anyway, being head over heels for Steve Harrington was not doing Eddie any favours. Steve was kind, and hot, and got all up in Eddie’s personal space on the constant, and he was pretty, and he asked Eddie if his outfits were nice, and he was handsome, and he opened doors for Eddie like a gentleman, and he looked like a Greek God, and he complimented Eddie a lot, and he was so fucking hot, and then there was that one time he smacked Eddie’s ass, and not to mention he was like the walking definition of sex. 

But that was the problem. 

Steve and Eddie had this weird trauma bond, and Steve seemed to be kinda touch starved and loved physical affection and intimacy, and he also was deep in jock culture (hence the ass slap), and so Eddie was in a constant state of torture. 

Steve was totally his world or whatever sappy shit they preached in romcoms, and it was entirely one sided. 

Eddie needed to get a grip and move the fuck on before he made it weird. 

*

“Hi.” Eddie smiled at the barista, “Can I please get a strong long black and a hot chocolate with an extra marshmallow?” 

The barista eyed him up and down then gave him a funny look. 

Eddie pointed his thumb back over his shoulder at Max sitting by the window with her headphones on, “Someones got a sweet tooth.” 

The barista smiled and nodded his head, “No problem.” he wrote the order on the cups, “She your sister or something?” 

“Somethin like that.” Eddie smiled. 

“Cute.” The barista hummed, tapping his pen on the cup and looking up at Eddie again, “Name?” 

“Ah, Eddie.” Eddie swallowed. 

The barista wrote it down, “Eddie.” he smiled, setting the cups by the machine, “That’ll be seven dollars.” 

Eddie smiled and fished out his wallet, sorting through it for the cash. 

“Eddie?” Max called from their table, and Eddie spun around to face her, “Can I get a toastie too? I haven’t had breakfast.” 

“Yeah.” Eddie smiled and turned back around, “Add a cheese toastie to that?” 

The barista smiled and nodded his head, “You’re a good brother.” 

“Thanks?” Eddie chuckled lightly, grabbing a ten out of his wallet, “Is that enough?” 

“Plenty.” The barista smiled back, “I’ll call that out when it’s ready.” 

“Easy.” Eddie smiled and headed back over to Max.

He sat down across from her, leaning back against the window, stretching his legs out. She pulled off her headphones and stopped her scribbling in her notebook. She gave him a look. A look he knew meant he was in trouble. 

“What?” 

“What do you mean what?” she scoffed, “He was totally eyefucking you.” 

“You think?” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up, and he leant forward on the table, glancing over to the barista as he made their coffees. 

“Eddie.” She kicked him under the table, “Don’t be an ass.” 

“Why?” Eddie hummed, “Why does that make me an ass? He was the one supposedly eyefucking me.” 

“Because you let him.” Max glared at him. 

Eddie looked over to the barista again, and sure enough he was looking Eddie’s way. When they locked eyes, the barista gave him a little smile before continuing on with his task. Eddie felt his stomach flutter. 

“So what?” Eddie asked. 

“Are you serious?” Max asked back. 

“Yes, I am. It’s not my fault I’m irresistible.”

Max rolled her eyes, pulling her headphones back on, “Don’t be a jackass. I will kick you so hard in the balls if you break his heart.” 

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed at that, “Break his-” he looked back at the barista who was staring again, “I’ll try not too?” 

Eddie sat there for a couple of minutes, watching Max bop her head and scribble away at her latest piece of scary abstract art that only Eddie (and Lucas but also not really) could appreciate. Since being trapped in Vecna's mindscape, Max had taken a little bit of a dark turn. Her already don’t-give-a-fuck attitude had doubled and gotten a little bitchy, she smiled a lot less, and she often said things that kinda bought the mood down around the party. But to be honest, Eddie kinda got it. He went all dark and gloomy when he was about her age, after his mother overdosed for the last time. That’s when he found metal. So, he and Max kinda bonded, he showed her all these cool bands and new songs, and let her see some of his cool art (mostly gorey D&D characters), and laughed when she made darker jokes because he liked making them sometimes too. Together they could be angry metal heads, trailer trash freaks whose dads didn’t love them and whose mothers fought addiction and had seen too many horrific things before they could even legally drink alcohol. Together they were grumpy chosen siblings who were secretly sunflower children and had hearts and dreams bigger than anyone else they knew. 

“Eddie?” the barista called, and Eddie jumped up to get their drinks. 

“Thanks.” Eddie smiled at him, noticing just how cute the guy was up close. 

He was cool, edgy, had dark hair and a piercing through his lip and nose, a bunch on his ears. Eddie could see slithers of possible tattoos under his work uniform that he obviously had to keep hidden on the job. He was thin and tall, like, really fuckin tall, and gave off vampire vibes which totally caught Eddie’s attention. He figured the dude was either goth or punk, maybe a mix of both. Eddie really wanted to find out. 

He took the coffees and the bag with Max’s lunch with a smile, and Eddie noticed the chipped black nail polish on his long bony fingers. 

This guy was nothing like Steve, and Eddie thought that was probably for the best. 

Why not take a shot? Eddie did need to get over Steve. 

“So, I ah… didn’t catch your name.” Eddie smirked, putting on his utmost confidence. 

The guy blushed, winning, “Alex.” 

“Cute.” Eddie leant up against the counter nonchalant. 

Alex’s eyes went a little wide and he tried to hide a grin, “Thanks?” 

Eddie nodded his head, “You been workin here long? Haven’t seen you before.” Eddie has been here a total of two times in his life. 

“Ah, not too long.” Alex shrugged, “Been picking up more shifts since I dropped out of college though.” 

“Oh, you dropped out?” Eddie asked, genuinely curious, “Why? What were you doing?” 

“Engineering.” Alex placed his palms on the counter across from Eddie, leaning forward, making himself comfortable for their conversation, “It was just so fuckin boring.” 

Eddie laughed, “Fair enough, school’s never been my thing either.” 

Alex smiled, “What's the point, right?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie smiled back with a softer laugh, “Half of it’s just bullshit, the other halfs just a bunch of stuck up pricks telling us we were weird.” 

“Tell me about it.” he grinned, “Jocks man, fuckin assholes.” 

“Every single one.” Except Steve Harrington, he is an angel sent from heaven. 

“I don’t-” Alex turned his head when his manager so rudely interrupted their flirting, rolling his eyes before telling the guy he’ll get back to it, “Sorry.” 

“Don’t stress it,” Eddie shook his head, “gotta get this one to where she’s goin anyway.” 

“I ah…” Alex licked his lips, “I work every Tuesday, same time… just so you know.” 

Eddie grinned, making sure the drinks were steady in his hands before walking backwards towards Max, “I’ll keep that in mind, Alex.” He chucked the cool guy a wink before turning for his beloved red-head. 

Eddie placed her cup and food down on the table in front of her, lifting his own cup to his lips. 

“Thanks.” Max pulled her headphones off again, closing her book suit, “Let’s go before punky boy cums in his pants.” 

“Language!” Eddie glared at her, taking another sip, “You think he’s punk?” 

Max gave him a funny look like he was stupid for asking such a question, then she grabbed her things and headed for the door, “So stupid.” 

“Hey!” Eddie chased after her, “Wh- why am I stupid?” 

“You’re such a jackass, you know?” 

“What makes me a jackass?” 

“He’s so into you Eddie, it makes me sick.” Max opened the van door, “Don’t fuck up the one good thing you have. I made that mistake once, you don’t need to do it too.” 

Eddie furrowed his brow, looking down to the ground before looking back through the window at the cute barista. The one good thing? Damn, Max must really think Alex is the one. Maybe this ‘getting over Steve’ shit would be easier than he thought. He shrugged his shoulders and hauled himself into his van, taking a long sip of his extra marshmallow hot chocolate. 

“Coffee strong enough?” he asked, fixing his seatbelt. 

“Could be stronger, punk boy seemed a little distracted whilst making it.” 

Eddie grinned, shaking his head before pulling out of the parking lot and taking Max back to summer school.

*

“Hey, Max!” Eddie called, knocking on the third bedroom door to his and Wayne's new government given unit. 

“Yeah?” She called from inside, turning her music down to zero. 

“Steve’s here, just letting you know.” 

“Okay.” She called back before turning her music back up a little, “I’ll come out for dinner.” 

“Okay.” Eddie nodded, leaving her be. 

The third room was basically just Max’s room now, since she didn’t like staying at home with her mother most nights. She was a drunk and abusive and said too many cruel things to her. Eddie knew what that was like, addiction turned the most beautiful of people to mould. His mother was the same. So he gave Max a key many months ago and told Wayne he was worried about her. The first night Max came over, a crying mess with a bruise on her arm, Eddie offered her the spare bed and some comfy clothes to sleep in. The next morning, Wayne took Eddie to buy some bedsheets and decorations for the room that Max might like. 

Now, half of Max’s personal possessions had been transferred from her place over to theirs. The walls had been painted dark blue like she wanted, and posters of her favourite things hung about. It wasn’t the spare room anymore. It was Max’s room, and the Munsons didn’t intend on changing that any time soon. 

Steve and Eddie had been going through Eddie’s D&D guides for the past hour or so. Steve wanted to learn, for some miracle of a reason (another thing that made Eddie feel like he might be in love), and he wanted Eddie to teach him everything. Max came out when pizza was ordered, and requested they all sit and watch a movie or two. Eddie didn’t like to say no to her, and neither did Steve. 

They watched a couple of movies, actually, horror ones of course because they were Max’s favourites. Steve didn’t like horror, it scared him, and so he spent the entire four hours of watching curled into Eddie’s side, shying away behind his long hair. Their hands were interlocked and Eddie could feel Steve's lips pressed against his shoulder, his breath on his neck. It was intoxicating and Eddie had a hard time (literally) dealing with it. 

Max wanted to watch another movie, but she noticed the way Steve was still clung to Eddie and how red Eddie was in the cheeks, so she decided to retreat back to her room and turned the music up high, as per usual. Wayne said Eddie was rubbing off on her too much. 

“So…” Steve hummed, lifting his head so he could look at Eddie but refusing to let go, “what do you wanna do?”

“I don’t know.” Eddie stated pretty quickly, Steve always made him nervous. 

Steve hummed, eyes darting around and cheeks turning pink, his fingers dusted over Eddie’s forearm, “Wanna go to your room, maybe?” 

“Okay.” Eddie shrugged, hopping off of the couch and making his way down, they often chilled in Eddie’s room, it was the only inside place they were allowed to smoke, “Want some weed, or… we just chillin?” 

“Erm…” Steve trailed after him, turning to shut the door safe behind them, “I don’t mind, maybe we can just… lay here.” 

“Okay.” Eddie shrugged and flopped down on his bed, stretching out with a groan, “Sure thing, Stevie boy.” 

Steve ducked his head and smiled, climbing onto the bed beside Eddie and sitting very close, laying down beside him. His head rested on Eddie’s shoulder, his hand reached down for Eddie’s, their fingers locking together. Okay, so this was a sad Steve day. A day he needed extra physical affection. Stay calm, Eddie. Stay freakin calm. 

“Your hand’s so warm.” Steve said. 

“Sorry.” Eddie swallowed, he was so nervous right now, “Summer.” 

Steve giggled softly and Eddie wasn’t sure why, this man was a mystery, “Yeah, it is really warm in here.” 

“Wanna open a window?” Eddie offered, turning his head to look at Steve. 

“Ah…” Steve swallowed, “that’ll probably let more heat in, how about we just… take our jeans off or something?” 

Eddie’s eyes widened, “Erm, sure?” 

Steve sat up and pulled his shirt off, looking back down at Eddie before tossing the blue polo at his face. Eddie caught it with a little laugh, pushing it to his chest. De ja vu. Steve looked at him, and he had this glimmer in his eyes that Eddie always loved to see, though he didn’t know what it was for. Steve began to unbuckle his jeans, and Eddie reached to do the same, opting to keep his shirt on since it was a cropped muscle tee and really airy, and he didn’t need the added nerves of being shirtless in front of a shirtless Steve. Once in their boxers, Steve gave Eddie that look again, sitting up on his knees. Eddie swallowed. It was a glorious, sinful sight. 

“Better?” He managed to ask, tearing his eyes away from Steve's scarred up body to his face. 

“Much.” Steve nodded, and his voice was husky. 

“Cool.” Eddie nodded, stretching back out on his pillows, tucking his arms behind his head, “Wanna listen to some music or whatever?” 

Steve looked at him for a quick moment before nodding and hopping up to put some tunes on, “This okay?” 

“Mhm.” Eddie nodded, it was Zepp, of course it was okay. 

“Cool.” Steve climbed back onto the bed, sitting much closer to Eddie this time, “I like your tattoos.” 

“Yeah, theyre sick, huh?” Eddie lifted his arms to show them off, “Can’t wait to get more.” 

“You wanna get more?” Steve asked with a glimmer in his eye, “They’ll look so hot.” 

Eddie almost choked, “Y-yeah.” he nodded, Steve was just being a supportive wingman, “They will.” 

Steve grinned, sitting there sweet, on his knees by Eddie’s hip. Eddie tucked his hands back behind his head, looking up at the roof and mouthing along to the lyrics playing in the background. Steve let out a loud breath. Eddie looked at him, and it looked like he was kind of… waiting for something. Eddie swallowed. 

“You good?” 

Steve gave him a look, a few blinks of his eyelids, “Yeah, course.” 

Eddie nodded, “You seem tense or something.” 

“Mhm.” Steve nodded too, “Just… thinking.” 

“About what?” Eddie asked, tipping his head in curiosity. 

“What we’re doing… right now.” Steve drew his finger mindlessly over Eddie’s thigh. 

Eddie furrowed his brow and laughed a little, “Were laying in my bed, chilling, listening to Zep.” 

Steve nodded slowly, “Yeah… what else?” 

Eddie gave him a funny look, “Nothing?” 

Steve huffed a little, he seemed to be getting more agitated, his finger stilling, “Nothing?” 

Eddie shook his head, “Are we doing something else?” 

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged, “you tell me.”

“Ah…” Eddie thought for a moment, he was very confused, “I don’t think so, man.” 

Steve's expression dropped, and suddenly he looked kinda furious, “Really?” 

“What?” Eddie leant up on his elbows. 

Steve glared at him, and Eddie felt a little hot under his gaze, “Fine.” he scoffed, grabbing his jeans, “You know, you can just communicate with me, Eddie, instead of doing this… pretend you don’t know shit. It’s really fucking annoying, okay?” 

“Ah.” Eddie sat up, he didn’t know what he did wrong, “Steve?” 

“No.” Steve shook his head, doing up the zipper before reaching for his shirt, “I’m pissed off right now. Leave me the fuck alone, okay?” 

“Okay…” Eddie scrunched up his face, beating himself up inside for hurting Steve… however he did, “Should I call you tomorrow or…”

“No.” Steve shook his head, shirt properly on now, “Don’t fucking call me. If you're ready to communicate on Tuesday night, we can talk then. If not, then… then fuck off.”

“Ah… okay.” Eddie nodded, head hung low, “See you… Tuesday then.” 

Steve looked at him, hurt flashed in his eyes and he looked like crying, “Bye.” but he didn’t leave. 

Eddie looked up at him again, “Bye?” 

Steve’s face scrunched up and he stormed out the door, slamming it shut behind him, “Asshole!” 

“Wh-” Eddie muttered to himself, laying back in bed with a groan, “What the fuck did I do?” 

*

Eddie couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he did wrong with Steve the other night. He asked Max if she noticed anything off with him, and she just said she didn’t want to know anything about what they do behind Eddie’s bedroom door. Which he just shook off and moved on because the girls got an attitude and Eddie respected the shit out of it. He asked Robin over the phone, and she just scoffed, told him to get his shit together and then hung up. He asked Dustin when taking him to the arcade if anything was going on with Steve, but he had no idea and said he’d probably just lost sleep or something. Steve tended to do that. 

So his last resort was Nancy. 

He flopped down on her neatly made bed, fucking it up of course, and grabbing her teddy to clutch to his chest, “Steve is mad at me and I don’t know why.” 

“Jesus.” Nancy groaned, sitting down on her desk, legs crossed like a school child. 

“Jesus indeed.” Eddie agreed, taking a deep sigh in, “One minute we were laying in bed just chilling, the next he was a grumpy goose.” 

Nancy furrowed her brow, “A grump- okay.” she shook her head, remembering who she was talking too, “Talk me through it.” 

“Okay, so…” Eddie thought, “He came over. We talked D&D for a while, and ordered pizza, his favourite of course. Then we watched some movies with Max, horror ones per her request and it freaked him out so he clung to me the whole time- Nancy, it was hard to keep my cool. Like… I could feel his breath on my neck and his hand was so soft in mine. He’s like a fucking dream.” 

Nancy both smiled and gagged at the same time, “You’re such a sap.” 

“Yeah.” Eddie exhaled dreamily, “But then Max went back to her room, and we headed to mine. It was so hot inside, so we ended up taking off our clothes, which is a whole other conversation-”

“Wait, you got naked?” Nancy asked, eyes wide. 

“No.” Eddie lifted a hand, pointing a finger at the roof, “I had my boxers on and a tank, and Steve was just in his boxers looking fine as hell- wait, maybe he noticed my semi. Oh god, Nance, what if he noticed my semi and got grossed out.” 

Nancy rolled her eyes, “I highly doubt that.” 

“Hmm.” Eddie thought, “But… I don’t know, he put on some Zepp and then we kinda just sat in silence for a while. Then suddenly he was just angry at me.” 

“What did you say?” her eyes narrowed in on him. 

“Nothing!” Eddie shrieked, legs kicking out dramatically and his whole body jolting with it, “I promise, I didn’t say anything. But he told me I need to ‘communicate with him’ and then he told me to leave him the fuck alone, and if I was ready to ‘communicate’ on Tuesday we could talk, but until then, I’m not allowed to call.” 

“Have you called?” 

“Of course not, he told me not to, Nance.” Eddie flung his arms out, the teddy went flying, “I’m not gonna overstep that boundary and make him hate me more.” 

“He wanted you to call, dingbat!” 

“He specifically told me not to.” Eddie glared at her.  

“Did he storm out?” 

“Yes, actually.” 

“Did you tell him not to? Ask him to stay? Follow him?” Nancy pressed. 

“No.” Eddie shook his head, “He told me to leave him alone Nance, do you not know what alone means?” 

Nancy groaned, rubbing her eyes, “You’re an idiot. This is why I don’t like men anymore.” 

“What did I do?” Eddie asked, voice high pitched and squeaky. 

“You were supposed to follow him, talk about it. You were supposed to call, be open and honest.” 

“About what, Nancy?” 

“About whatever he needed you to be, and you can ask if you don’t know.” She grabbed a pen off the desk beside her and tossed it at his head, “At least you would have been trying to fix it, whatever it is.” 

Eddie groaned, rubbing his head where a second pen hit him, “Ow, stop.” 

“No, you deserve it.” Nancy threw another, “You need to sort your shit out, loverboy, or you're gonna lose him.” 

Eddie sighed, as much as he hated this relentless pining over Steve, he didn’t want to lose him for good. Steve was his everything after all, and once Eddie finally moved on from this maybe-love, he wanted to be good friends still. Steve seemed to need him. 

“Fuck.” Eddie rubbed his eyes, “I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” 

“Call him!” Nancy shouted, tossing a handful of pens at his head. 

“Ow!” Eddie sat up, throwing a pen right back at her, “He’s at work, Ms. Drew, and I’ve got band prac tonight. Tomorrow.” 

Nancy sighed, “Fine.” she glared at him, “But I swear to god, Eddie, you better fix that shit. He’s like, your everything and I honestly don’t have the time, nor energy to wipe your tears and spoon feed you ice cream for the next month, I have a girlfriend to woo.” 

“You’re such a good best friend, Nance.” Eddie spoke in monotone, “Constantly showing just what friendship and love is about, time and time again proving that love is real.” 

“Get fucked.” She tossed a final pen at him, “Now go get me some soda.” 

“This is your house.” Eddie narrowed his eyes. 

“I have homework.” 

“You know…” Eddie huffed, standing up, “I shock myself every time I let your meanness slide.” 

“It’s because you adore me.” Nancy batted her lashes at him and gave him a cheesy smile. 

“Ew, wipe that shit off your face.” Eddie covered his eyes, “Never do that again, I’ll do anything you want. Just never do that again.” 

Nancy laughed and sat back down in her desk chair, “I’m holding you to that.” 

“Shit.” Eddie chuckled as he headed out the door to fetch her a soda. 

*

It was Tuesday, and tonight Eddie was gonna figure out whatever the fuck Steve was so angered about. It had been at the forefront of his mind since their argument-thing had happened and he’d been losing sleep over it. Honestly, friends should not get this worked up over each other. It was eating away at him, a constant worry that this argument was gonna have Steve lost from him forever. Maybe Steve did know Eddie was basically in love with him, maybe he knew it all and was mad Eddie kept trying to hide it, play it off. Maybe he wanted a straight answer so he could tell Eddie he was gross and end their friendship for good. 

Eddie really didn’t want to lose Steve over some stupid, uncontrollable feelings. 

God, he was going to lose Steve entirely because he was gay for him. This was gonna hurt so bad. 

Eddie groaned and rolled over in bed, slamming his hand down on the alarm clock he’d set. He needed to drop Max and Lucas off to the cinema this afternoon, then pick them up before heading off to Steve’s for the pool party. 

He was unusually quiet in the car ride, both Max and Lucas noticed. Chewing at his lip and keeping the music below ten percent volume. Max figured it was something to do with Steve, whatever tiff they had, she’d fill Lucas in on it all whilst they waited in line for their movie. Well, all she knew about it so far anyway. 

After dropping the two off, Eddie sat in his van, clueless as to what to do with himself. He was meeting Gareth and the boys for a quick band practice in forty minutes. If he headed home before then, he knew he’d just sit and stew and probably end up in a crying heap over the possibility of being called a ‘gross fag’ by Steve. He couldn’t head to Gareth’s early, he was having his Grandma for lunch. He couldn’t head to Jeffs, he had work. He couldn’t pop in to Grants, he was on a date with his new girlfriend. Dustin and El were hanging out today, and Mike and Will were too. Nancy probably had her head between Robin's thighs right about now, and Eddie didn’t want to risk interrupting that like last time. He couldn’t go to Steves, not yet. He was too scared. 

So, Eddie sat, listening to music for a while, drowning out his thoughts with Slayer ringing through his ears. He felt like a milkshake, actually. 

Chocolatey drinks always picked up his mood. 

He kicked the van into drive and headed off to do just that, still thinking of Steve, Steve, Steve. He was terrified. He was going to lose his Steve because he was totally falling in love with the dude and that was like… boundary crossing gross. Why did he have to fall for Steve, seriously? Why couldn’t he just move on? Why couldn’t he just- 

Alex. 

Eddie slammed on the brakes, flicking his indicator on before making a u-turn, heading back for the cafe. He should still be working, Eddie went there about this time last week. 

He was there, looking cute and tall and definitely punky behind the counter through the window. 

Eddie clambered out of his van, rather ungracefully, and headed inside. 

“Hi.” He smiled, cheeks a little pink. 

“Eddie.” Alex smiled back, “What can I get you?” 

“Ah…” Eddie cleared his throat, “Do you do like… chocolate milkshakes?” 

“I could do an iced chocolate with extra ice cream?” Alex offered with a little shrug. 

“Sounds good.” Eddie grinned, watching as Alex write the order down on a cup. 

“Can I get you anything else today, handsome?” 

Okay, time to shoot your shot Eddie. You. Can. Do this. 

“Ah, yeah.” Eddie leant on the counter, kinda slipping but he was able to catch himself before making a fool, “How about a date with you tomorrow?” 

Alex looked a little stunned at Eddie’s overt bravery, but a blush creept onto his cheeks and he smiled rather bashfully, “I’m free after six.” 

“Cool.” Eddie smiled, “I can ah… pick you up, if you want?” 

Alex nodded, jotting something else down on the cup before showing it to Eddie, his phone number, “Give me a call tonight?” 

“Okay.” Eddie smiled, reaching for his wallet to pay, “Yeah, okay.” 

“It’s on me.” Alex smiled, pushing Eddie’s wallet away, “I was kinda hoping you’d ask.” 

Eddie blushed and dipped his head, “Okay.” 

*

Steve hadn’t so much as said hello to Eddie the entire party. It was infuriating and was only sending Eddie’s anxiety higher. The looks Steve kept sending him had his body shivering and shaking constantly. 

He had to tell him. Tell him that he’d gotten this date with Alex so he’d think Eddie never really had an interest in him at all, or at least not anymore. So they could remain friends. They’d both apologise and sort it out and everything could be normal again. Eddie would go on his date tomorrow night, and he’d finally start getting over Steve. 

Everyone was sitting around with barbeque dinner on paper plates, all chatting away in the comfortable warmth of the end of Hawkins summer. Steve looked at Eddie again, hurt behind his eyes. He and Robin had been speaking- whispering, and Steve looked like he was about to cry. Eddie tried to smile at him, but that only seemed to make things worse. Steve scrunched his face in anger and looked away. Robin shot him a mean glare. 

“Nance, I don’t know what I’ve done.” He leant over to her. 

“Ask.” She offered. 

“I will.” he sighed, “But, I did something.” 

“What?” her eyes widened, “Did you write him a song? A poem? Profess all those deep dark love feelings I know you have for him.” 

Eddie glared at her, “Obviously fucking not.” 

She frowned, “Boys are dumb.”

“You’re dumb.” he scoffed, then clapped his hands, getting everyone's attention, “Everyone, I have an announcement to make!” 

Conversation silenced and everyone turned their attention to Eddie. He felt a little on the spot, but he knew this was what he needed to do. 

For Steve. 

“You little sheepies are about to be really proud of me.” Eddie grinned, “Take notes. This is how you get successful love lives.” 

Nancy, Robin and Steve all perked up at that, wide eyed expressions with nervous smiles across their faces. Steve's cheeks turned pink, and Eddie had to look away so he didn’t swoon over it. 

“As if.” Max scoffed, “You are a disaster.” 

“Yeah,” Lucas agreed, grabbing Max’s hand, “you constantly complain about how our love life is better than yours.” 

“Ah, not true. That was once.” Eddie insisted, “And shut your smart little mouths, I’ve grown.” 

“Ah huh.” Erica pumped her eyebrows. 

“Shut up.” Robin ordered, squeezing Steve's bicep, “Let the jester speak. I wanna hear about this brilliant succession to a better love life.” 

Nancy shot him a little double thumbs up with a grin, a proud one at that. Eddie felt good inside. Sure. 

“So,” Eddie hummed, clasping his hand together and subconsciously turning his body towards Steve, “I decided to be confident for once and like… shoot my shot.” 

“Yeah, old news.” Dustin wailed his hand about, “Continue.” 

“Max seemed to have a pretty good feeling about this too, so… I just went for it.” Eddie continued to lead everyone on. 

“I did?” Max looked up at him, then over at Steve, “Oh, okay… sure.” 

“I asked a dude out.” 

“We know you're gay.” Mike said, “What's the news?” 

“That is the news.” Eddie stated, looking at him like he was dumb, “I asked a dude out, and we have a date tomorrow night.” 

“Yeah?” Steve asked, that glimmer Eddie loved so much was back in his eye. 

“Yup.” Eddie clapped his hands together, a wide grin on his face, “I’m thinking… I’ll take him for chinese or something, then like… we can go for a walk, maybe I’ll put the moves on him, get this first kiss shit out of the way.” 

“You haven’t had your first kiss yet?” Max asked, looking at him weirdly. 

“You know this.” Eddie looked down at her. 

“Yeah… like, four months ago. Things have happened since then.” 

Eddie shrugged, “Well, it just hasn’t.” 

“That sounds really nice, Eddie.” Steve said, his voice soft and calm, “I think he’ll love it.” 

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed a little dreamily, he was so glad to have his Stevie back, “He’s pretty cute too.” 

“Hell yeah, he is.” Robin agreed, patting Steve on the back. 

Eddie smiled, “He’s like… cool, edgy or whatever. Taller than me too, and he's a barista named Alex.” 

Silence fell over the group. 

Dustin forced a laugh, “Good one.” 

“What?” Eddie folded his arms over his chest, “You guys know him or something?” 

“No, you just…” Dustin looked between Steve and Eddie, “Are you serious?” 

“Why would I lie about scoring a date, Henderson? My love life is finally stepping up.”

Steve stood up, giving Eddie that same disgusted look he had the other night, only this one was ten times worse, eyes glassy and broken. He stormed inside. 

Fuck. 

What now?

“What the fuck, Eddie?” Robin stood up too, unsure weather to follow Steve inside or shout at Eddie. She chose Steve.

“What’d I do?”

“Not cool, man.” Dustin stood up, walking inside behind Steve, “Seruously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“What…” Eddie sighed, brows furrowed and his head started to hurt, “I don’t know what I did.” 

Max glared at him, mean and full of disgust. She shook her head at him and grabbed Lucas by the hand, dragging them inside, actually spitting on Eddie as she walked by. 

“Ew, Maxine-”

“Don’t you Maxine her.” Nancy stepped into his view, and she looked furious, Eddie was scared of her on a good day, “You’re a mother fucking asshole, Eddie.”

“Why?” Eddie asked. 

“Why do you fucking think?” 

“I don’t think!” Eddie shouted, tugging at his hair, “What did I do wrong?” 

“Don’t you think he’s been through enough, Eddie?” Nancy jabbed at his chest, “Don’t you think he deserves better than that? You’re always preaching that shit, how Steve deserves nothing but goodness, and here you fucking are, being a cunt!” 

“Woah.” Eddie took a little step back, “Cool it, Wheeler.” 

“Cool it? Fucking cool it?” she sneered, “You are lucky I don’t have my goddamned guns.” 

“What the fuck?” Eddie shouted, “What did I do? Someone please spell it fucking out for me because I clearly do not know!” 

“You broke his heart!” El shouted from beside him, “You are a mouth breather. I will-”

“El, no.” Will pulled his sister back, “He’s a jackass, sure, but you can’t kill him.” 

El sneered, “I would like to hurt him.” 

“We all would.” Will held her by the shoulders, “But let’s leave him with Nancy. Promise he’ll get what he deserves.” 

“You are a bully.” El glared at him, being pulled away by Will now. 

“What the fuck?” Eddie muttered, genuinely scared for his life now, “What’s this about a broken heart?” 

“Steves!” Nancy offered, slapping her hands together to make her point. 

“Right.” Eddie nodded, “Since when did I have the ability to break Steve's heart?” 

“Since you fucking asked another dude out!” Nancy snapped, “Not only did you cheat on him, Eddie, you fucking admitted to it in front of everyone he loves, embarrassing the shit out of him. How could you be so-” 

“Sorry.” Eddie closed his eyes, taking in a little breath, hands up in self defence, “Cheat?” 

Nancy looked at him, a sternness in her eyes that sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine and had his hairs standing on end, “Going on a date with another dude is cheating, Eddie.” 

Eddie blinked a few times, “Sorry, I’m just… Why do you think I’m cheating on Steve? I’m trying to move on from him.” 

“Why?” Nancy shook her head, “Wouln’t you wanna at least tell him fucking that before asking another dude out?” 

“No!” Eddie snapped, “Because I’m not with Steve!” 

“Yes you are!” 

“No I’m fucking not!” Eddie shook his head out, hands flying with it. 

“Yes you fucking are!” Nancy mirrored him, “You guys have been dating for the past two months, he wont fucking shut up about it!” 

Eddie stared at her for a moment. Like… really fucking stared at her. 

“We what?” his voice cracked. 

“He asked you on that date to the new diner on Mapel two months ago and you’ve been going out since…” Nancy looked at him with a hint of uncertainty, her sternness wavering, “he’s… he took you to Indy for that Sabbath concert for your one month anniversary date thing… you do know your dating Steve, right?” 

Eddie was a little frozen. 

“I’m dating Steve?” 

“Yeah…” She looked at him weirely. 

“Fuck.” Eddie muttered. 

“Oh my god…” Nancy took a small step back, “You didn’t… you didn't know you were together?” 

“No!” Eddie squeeked out, “He didn’t fucking tell me.” 

She covered her mouth with her hand, “Oh my- did you just never talk about it?” 

“I guess not!” Eddie cocked his head. 

“That explains a lot.” Nancy whispered, nodding her head, “I just figured you wanted to keep the first kiss information and stuff private… I didn’t…” 

“Oh my god.” Eddie pulled at his cheeks, “Everything makes so much more sense now- oh my god I totally cheated on Steve.” 

“Yeah!” Nancy shouted. 

“Oh my fucking god.” Eddie shoved past her, running inside, “No!” 

Eddie bursts inside to find Steve on the couch, his head in his hands, surrounded by Robin, Dustin, Max, Lucas and Erica. All consoling him after getting fucking cheated on by his stupid dumb oblivious boyfriend. 

“You got a lot of fucking nerve coming in here.” Robin practically growled. 

Lucas and Dustin were up on their feet, standing between the two men as a barricade whilst Max shoved her way past. She walked up to Eddie and smacked him in the face. 

“I thought you were a good guy.” She shook her head, “Have your fucking key back-”

“No.” Eddie grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to look past at Steve, “I was… I was so dumb, I’m sorry-”

“No one wants your pathetic apology.” Dustin rolled his eyes, they were wet too, “Get out, Eddie.” 

“No. I need to talk to Steve.” 

“Get out.” Lucas pushed. 

“I’m not leaving until I talk to Steve.” 

“If you think for one second I’m letting your dumb ass near him, you’re clearly delusional.” Erica spoke up with her hand on Steve's back, “No wonder you took so godamned long to finish highschool.” 

“Let them talk.” Nancy stepped up beside him, “Now.” 

“No fucking way.” Robin scoffed. 

“Robbie,” Nancy’s voice was stern, “baby, I wouldn’t let this happen unless I was sure it would end okay.” 

“I’m not leaving him-”

“Bobbie, it’s fine.” Steve muttered, his voice was so broken, “Leave us. I wanna talk to him.” 

“No-”

“Bob.” Steve looked at her through fractured eyes, and Eddie felt so guilty. 

Robin sighed, leaning in to kiss his temple before hopping up, “Ten minutes is all you get.” 

“Promise.” Eddie nodded his head. 

Robin scoffed, and everyone left the room. 

Eddie walked over, tentative and gentle, as to not startle the boy he apparently loved. The boy he broke. He sat down on the couch beside him, letting silence linger in the air for a while. He didn’t really know how to say this. He didn’t really know how to admit this without it sounding like a lie for cover or that he was just a dumb jackass. He hoped for dumb jackass. 

“I didn’t know.” Eddie managed to say, causing Steve's head to turn slightly in his direction, “I didn’t know we were dating.” 

“What?” Steve asked, sitting up straight and wiping his nose. 

Eddie groaned, “I… I’m like, totally head over fucking heels for you man, but like… I had no idea we were dating.” 

Steve looked at him with a furrowed brow, “How did you…” 

“I don’t know.” Eddie shrugged, “I mean, I don’t think you used the word date when you supposedly asked me out the first time. I remember it because I lied in bed all night reciting your words over and over and over again, trying to make it sound possibly romantic in hopes that you weren’t actually straight as a plank of wood and could possibly have taken an interest in me too. But I came up empty handed and figured it was just to bros who have totally bonded over some… alternate dimension shit.” 

Steve just kinda looked at him, a little dumbstruck. 

“Yeah.” Eddie rubbed his face, “Nancy kinda… enlightened me. I asked that dude out because I wanted to get over you, so I didn’t make our friendship weird, Stevie. I just… I thought, when you got mad at me the other day it was because you knew I was totally into you and were grossed out by it, and it freaked me out so much, I thought I was gonna lose you for good. Alex was a way for me to ‘prove’ I wasn’t into you like that.”

Steve rubbed his eyes, “You didn’t…” 

Eddie shook his head. 

“Two months, Eddie…” 

“I just…” Eddie swallowed, “I didn’t think someone like you could ever want someone like me. And you were always so… aloof.” 

“I didn’t want to overstep boundaries.” Steve offered, “I wanted you to be able to make the first move for everything. If it were up to me, we would have been fucking for longer than two months but I knew you hadn’t had a relationship, or a kiss or anything.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened, “You wanna fuck me?” 

Steve groaned, “We’re- well, maybe dating.” 

Eddie nodded, “Is that why you were mad, the other day? Because you were hinting at…” 

“Sex and you didn’t even touch me?” Steve nodded, “Yeah. I thought you thought I was gross or something, just didn’t know how to break it off. Maybe you weren’t ready. I don’t know, that’s why I wanted-”

“Communication.” Eddie nodded again, “Right.” 

“Maybe…” Steve sighed, “Maybe I could have communicated better too.” 

“Maybe we both should have.” Eddie frowned, “I’m sorry, Stevie. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you- just ask Nance, I talk about you all the time.” 

Steve almost smiled, “Yeah.” 

“Look, I’m- I’m a major fuck up, but… if you’ll give me another chance-”

“What about Alex?” Steve asked. 

“I will literally call him right now and cancel.” Eddie sat up straight, “He was a distraction. I want you.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie grabbed Steve's hands softly, “So bad, sweetheart.” 

Steve seemed to melt a little at that, “You really didn’t know?” 

“I promise.” Eddie nodded, “If you give me another chance, we can start this again. I’ll take you out, on a real date, to that diner on Maple. We can go everywhere we went before, and then for our one month I’ll take you to a concert for music you like, and… and I’ll kiss you, whenever you want. And next time you try to be slick and suggest getting half naked to beat the heat, I’ll suggest we go take a cold shower so we don’t work up a sweat…” 

Steve snickered, turning into a giggle with a light pink in his cheeks. Eddie thought it was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen.

“I’m so sorry, Stevie baby.” Eddie brought Steves hands to his lips, and kissed his knuckles, “You got yourself the worlds dumbest fucking maybe-boyfriend, but I promise I’ll do a better with from now on. We both can use a little more communication.” 

Steve smiled softly, “You know, Robert Plant is performing next month…” 

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up a little, “Yeah?” 

Steve nodded, “Maybe you could take me to that.”

“I’d be honoured, baby.” Eddie smiled, pulling Steve a little closer, “I promise I’ll make it up to you, yeah?” 

Steve nodded his head. 

“Do you think…” Eddie hummed, looking deep into Steve's eyes and catching that glimmer he now understood, “I could kiss you, Stevie?” 

“Yeah.” Steve breathed, nodded. 

Eddie cupped his cheek and kissed him soft. It was everything Eddie had dreamed about and more. He had really been missing out. He kept Steve there for a while, but Steve didn’t seem to mind so much. He held Eddie close and climbed into his lap, kissing him harder with soft hands in his hair. 

Steve pulled back first, puffy lips and pink cheeks and a grin he couldn’t shake, “Sorry.” he whispered against Eddie’s mouth, “Got a little carried away.” 

“It’s okay.” Eddie whispered back, pecking those perfect lips again, “I wouldn’t mind getting carried away a little more.” 

Steve grinned, “Maybe not with the kids outside.” 

“Maybe not.” Eddie chuckled, “They’re all so mad at me. El was about to use her supergirl magic to kill me, I think.” 

Steve awkwardly grinned, “That wouldn’t have been good.” 

Eddie shook his head, “Would have died without kissin you.” 

Steve smiled softly again, looking bashful and adorable still perched on Eddie’s lap, “They’ll come round. They always do.” 

“I hope.” Eddie kissed Steve on the jaw a couple of times, “I know I’m not gonna get your daddy’s approval so I’d at least wanna get your kids.” 

Steve laughed, burying his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck, “I’d date you anyway.” 

“Oh yeah, obviously.” Eddie scoffed, “I’m not letting you leave me now. I just don’t want to deal with their complaining. They can be real assholes sometimes.” 

Steve laughed a little harder, “You’re funny, Ed’s.” 

“Hmm.” Eddie soothed his hands over Steve's back, “You’re a good kisser.” 

“Practice.” Steve smiled, kissing Eddie quickly again. 

“Oh yeah, that’s right…” Eddie grinned, full of mischief, “my boyfriend is a slut.” 

Steve gasped and whacked his chest, “Well, my boyfriend is a massive fucking dumbass.” 

Eddie laughed and pulled him back down into a kiss, “Super fucking dumb. But I don’t care, I got the guy.” he kissed him a little harder this time, “‘N you’re kinda my fuckin world.” 

a/n: divider from @djarrex :) thank you

eddie is such a dumb dumb sometimes. i love the silly goose.

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Silly Goose fic Rec

I'm going to rec some fics that have lines that made me laugh. This doesn't mean that they aren't heavy-themed or that don't have triggers. Please read the tags before reading any fic!

Today Silly Goose Fic Rec is from Baby, I Got Sick This Morning (Heal Me, My Darling) by @a-redharlequin

Didn't mean he couldn't tease though. “Guess I'll have to try using my mouth later?” Eddie made a noise like a dog crying. “As much as I'd love that, Stevie, you'd probably wanna try that with Billy first. His cock's its own challenge, but at least you won't risk chipping a tooth when you gag on it.” Steve squirmed, unsure if it was just from listening to Eddie talk or the idea of gagging on his and Billy’s cocks that got to him. Possibly both. “It's your own fault your dick has more metal in it than Motley Crue's last album,” called a voice that made Steve's heart jump out of his chest.

[bejeweledbaby]

are we all in agreement that steve harrington is literally jack schlossberg

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“Was that just adrenaline or gay panic?” -Steve McGarrett probably to himself after doing something over the top. Like…is he just missing being out in the field with his brothers or did he just want Danny to only look at him and not the other fit, in uniform, good looking guys? Who’s to say??? Not him. This is just how he is. All the time. Epic soldier bro. Very not homo. But like…Danny did only look at him, right?

[tyforthevnm]

michaeldubin: 03.29.22 - Exceptionally Good Hang!

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