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I’m a Hellcheer secret besties truther. They’ve been friends since Eddie got to Hawkins but people would be weird about it so they pretend not to really know each other at school and then meet up in private and gossip. One time she came into Hellfire, took a tape she left out of Eddie’s backpack and walked out and no one was brave enough to ask wtf.
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What if I start a trend called "No one nuts November" where everyone writes about their favorite characters having bad sex that sucks and isn't fun.
Okay so I made a list of 30 (well, 29 actually) prompts I am releasing into the wild. The point of this is that at least one of the participants are not having a good time.
It has 30 prompts for November but feel free to write and post whenever, but please add the tag #No one nuts November or #NoonenutsNovember wherever you post. You do not have to @ or credit this blog if you use any of these prompts.
(Text version under the cut)
man sometimes friendship really is just "I saw this and knew it would give you psychic damage. please respond with agony" and then they do. and it's great
"you lure them in, i mow them down"
The only thing I'm actively acknowledging about s5 is Steve and his chainsaw let that boy go feral!
(also that henley, i lowkey want that henley)
I'm so normal about them (looks at four steddie fic drafts) anyway-
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Strawberries and Cream
Written for the @steddiebingo Splash of Summer Mini Bingo Prompt Ahoy
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Eddie shuffles through the doorway of Scoops Ahoy, adjusting the stupid hat on his head. The damn thing is way too small for most adults and because of that, it always feels like it’s going to fall off.
His coworkers are already here, the pair of them bickering as usual. He doesn’t know why the pair of them don’t just stop dancing around each other and fuck already. Instead, Harrington is always flirting with the girls who come in. Alphas, betas, omegas, Steve doesn’t seem to care all that much about their designation. And Robin enjoys keeping track of his failures on the whiteboard.
“Morning, Buckley. Harrington,” Eddie grumbles, taking his place behind the counter.
“Hey, Eddie,” Robin chirps back, throwing a playful elbow at his ribs on her way past him. It takes everything inside him not to flinch away. Not because he’s afraid of her, but because his first instinct is to protect his unborn pup.
He hasn’t told anyone about his pregnancy yet, and he’d really rather not until he absolutely has to. But this pregnancy is the whole reason why he decided to work at Scoops Ahoy in the first place. He doesn’t know why his unborn pup is obsessed with strawberry ice cream, but he isn’t going to argue. He is, however, going to take advantage of the perks of working at an ice cream parlor. Free is free, especially when he’s having cravings twenty-four seven.
“Ahoy, ladies!” Steve calls out far too enthusiastically. “Welcome to Scoops Ahoy! My name is Steve Harrington, and I’ll be your captain today. Are you ready to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me?” his voice grates on Eddie’s sensitive ears, and he shoots a glare at the alpha out the corner of his eye.
The group of female alphas roll their eyes at the obvious attempt at flirting and scoot over to Eddie’s counter instead. The girl in the front, a redhead with a face full of freckles, smiles at him. “Hi, there,” she squints at his name tag, “Eddie. What flavor do you recommend?”
“Oh, can’t go wrong with pistachio,” he says, returning her smile. “But, if you’re allergic to nuts, I can also recommend the mint chocolate.”
“Oh, I do like mint. I think I’ll have that. What do you girls want?” She twirls a stray curl around her finger as she turns to address her friends.
Eddie can feel Steve seething beside him and chooses to ignore it. He can’t be blamed for Steve’s failure to woo the opposite sex. He scoops up the ice cream, trying to walk the fine line between friendly and flirting that he knows will get him the big tips.
“Do you have a pen?” The cute redhead asks, still twirling her hair around her finger.
“Uh, yeah.” Eddie hands her one, and she plucks a napkin out of the dispenser, jotting something on it and sliding it over to him, along with the payment for the ice cream. Her name—Jennifer, with a little heart over the i—and phone number.
“Call me,” she says. She tucks a pretty sizeable tip into the cup next to Eddie’s register, tossing a wink over her shoulder as she and her friends walk away, licking their ice cream in what he assumes is supposed to be a suggestive manner.
He wads up the paper and shoves it into his pocket to dispose of later.
“Save some for the rest of us, Munson,” Steve gripes, rolling his eyes. “You know, if you’re not gonna call her, you could at least let me have her number.”
“If she wanted you to have her number, she’d have given it to you, Harrington,” Eddie snaps back.
Steve sighs, clearly not having a rebuttal for that, and heads out to bus the empty tables. He’s arguably better at that than he is at customer service. Plus it saves Eddie having to do it. Despite only being about eight weeks into his pregnancy, he feels exhausted most of the time, and walking around only makes it worse.
His gaze follows Steve around the restaurant. Every time the alpha leans over to pick up some trash or wipe down a table, Eddie gets a nice view of his ass. He tries not to be too obvious with his staring, but when he heads into the back to get a fresh pack of sample spoons, Robin catches his eye and smirks.
“You should just ask him out already,” she says.
“Please,” Eddie scoffs. “You think I want to sit and listen to him ramble for hours about his hair? I’m content to admire from afar, thanks.”
Robin laughs. “You know what? Fair.”
“What about you? The two of you bicker like an old married couple. Maybe you should ask him out, Buckley.”
“Me? Oh, no no no. Steve is definitely not my type. Gross.”
“If you say so.” He’s not sure he believes that, but he also isn’t going to push. Some people just aren’t willing to admit their feelings until they come around to bite them in the ass.
He grabs the spoons and starts to head back to the front, nearly colliding with Steve when he comes barreling through the swinging doors at Mach ten.
“Pretty sure that’s an OSHA violation,” Robin quips.
“What? I didn’t run into him, did I?”
Eddie leaves them to their ‘totally platonic’ bickering, choosing to ignore the rush of heat in his face and between his legs from being that close to Steve. He smells like waffle cones and strawberries, and now Eddie is both hungry and horny.
Fucking Harrington.
Eddie is sitting in the back room, picking at his bowl of ice cream. He’s hungry, but he’s also fucking nauseous, and the idea of actually eating the ice cream is making his stomach turn.
“Hey, you okay?” Steve asks, bringing in an armload of trash. Sometimes Eddie thinks having dishes to wash would be better. At least they’d have something to do on slow days.
“Yeah, fine.” Eddie shrugs, stabbing his spoon into his ice cream.
“You don’t look fine.”
“Just not feeling great today.”
“Oh. Is it because of the pregnancy?”
Eddie jolts, his head whipping up fast enough that his hat actually falls off his head. “What?”
“Are you… not… pregnant?” Steve looks almost embarrassed now, leaning down to pick up Eddie’s hat off the floor. “Your scent is— I mean, you just smell kind of like you are. Sorry.” He offers the hat like it’s some kind of peace offering.
Eddie takes it with numb fingers. “Don’t tell anyone.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. So, is that why?”
“Yeah. I’ve been feeling nauseous all morning. I thought maybe eating would help. But the thought of actually swallowing food makes me feel worse.”
Steve nods, taking a seat across the table from him. “Do you… I mean, I assume you know who the father is?”
“Mother,” Eddie corrected him.
“Oh. So… you do like girls? I was under the impression you were…”
“What? Go ahead. Say it.”
“Look, all I’m saying is, you’re not exactly subtle. I mean, I’ve seen you looking at me.” Steve shrugs. “I don’t care if you’re gay, Eddie.”
Eddie squints at him, his hackles going up. This feels like a trap. “Really.”
“Yeah, man. Do whatever makes you happy.”
Fuck it. He’s been thinking about what Robin said. That he should just shoot his shot with Steve. Even if she meant it as a joke or a jab, she wasn’t necessarily wrong. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? Steve says no?
“You know what would make me happy, Harrington?” he asks, fixing the alpha with a smug little smile.
“Uh… No, what?”
“A date. Specifically, a date with you.” He points his spoon at Steve’s chest.
Steve blinks a few times, saying nothing for long enough that Eddie begins to wonder if he overstepped. “Okay.”
Surely he misheard that. “What?”
“Okay. I’ll take you on a date. We can go to the fireworks show, if that’s cool?”
Eddie honestly feels like the floor has dropped out from under him. Is this a joke? Some kind of test? Workplace hazing?
“Uh… yeah. Okay. That sounds… suitably date-ish.”
“Great, I’ll pick you up. Say around… seven?” Steve smiles, making Eddie’s heart do a funny little squeeze.
“Yeah, sounds good.” He pulls his notebook out of his backpack and jots down his address and his phone number, handing it to Steve. “I’ll see you then.”
Steve reads over the address, a smile curving his lips, when the power suddenly goes out. Everything goes eerily still and silent. The hair on the back of Eddie’s neck stands up, and he instinctively lays a protective hand over his stomach.
It’s only out for a few seconds before coming back on again. Steve frowns, looking up at the ceiling panels. “Weird. Must have been like, a power surge or something.”
But he doesn’t look completely convinced. Eddie is about to ask him why he looks so scared, but then Steve just shrugs it off, tossing Eddie a wink before heading out to help Robin man the counter.
Since this is technically his first date ever, Eddie puts a bit of effort into his appearance. He showers, combs his hair, and tries to find something in his closet that doesn’t have holes in it. He even takes a damp cloth and tries to rub some of the dirt off his battered sneakers.
By the time he finishes, it’s a quarter to seven. He looks at himself in the mirror and decides he looks pretty nice. He even managed to find a t-shirt big enough to hide his growing baby bump.
Not that he thinks Steve would really care. He already knows, after all. Mostly, it’s to avoid giving the people of Hawkins any more reason to stare at them. It’s bad enough they’ll be seen together. Doing… date-ish things.
Eddie goes and sits on the couch, waiting for Steve to show up.
He waits…
And waits…
And waits until seven o’clock comes and goes, then eight o’clock, then nine. Eddie can hear the fireworks exploding in the distance. He steps out onto his porch, staring up at the starburst patterns lighting up the sky, barely visible all the way out here.
He’s been stood up.
He should probably be surprised, or angry. Maybe even sad. But he isn’t. He just feels numb. A small part of him had known this would happen, and he’d prepared himself for it.
Still, he’d gotten all dressed up, so he might as well go and have fun. So he climbs into his van and drives to the fireworks show, alone.
He tries to rationalize it. He wouldn’t have had fun anyway, going with Steve. People would have seen them together and laughed at them. Maybe Steve realized that, and he chickened out.
Still, Eddie can’t help feeling a little bitter about it. He’d been looking forward to this date. The two of them would eat way too much greasy fair food and maybe—just maybe—Steve would win him one of those stupid oversized teddy bears.
It’s pretty much everything Eddie stands against, but that doesn’t really stop him from wanting it. And once he arrives and sees all the couples walking around, holding hands and laughing (and the omegas all having their own oversized teddy bears to lug around), it only hits him harder.
Steve Harrington stood him up.
And Eddie isn’t even surprised. Hell, he can’t even be mad about it, because everyone in Hawkins knows that Steve Harrington is a flake, that he’s always hopping from one girl to the next, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake.
Eddie is just his latest casualty.
He wanders up to one of the carnival games. He’s not any good at sports or anything even sport-adjacent, but he’s upset and he wants to at least try. He deserves a fucking teddy bear, damn it. He came all this way.
After his third failed attempt, he wanders off to spend the last of his tip money on food. The pup is hungry, and fried ice cream sounds amazing right about now. Once he has acquired his snack, he meanders to a corner of the fairgrounds and sits down on the grass.
“Eddie?” a familiar voice jolts him out of his thoughts, and he looks up to see Jeff and Gareth standing in front of him. He also notices that they’re holding hands, but he doesn’t say anything or give any indication that he sees it.
“Oh, hey guys.” He smiles, knowing it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
But he should have. He really fucking should have.
“We could say the same for you.”
“Yeah, well. It beats sitting at home bored.”
“Hey, why don’t we go play some games?” Jeff suggests. Eddie notices Gareth’s distinct lack of luggage and figures that must be why he brought it up.
“I’m all out of money,” Eddie says. “You guys should go, though. Enjoy yourselves. You’ve earned it, especially after last night’s campaign.”
“Nah, come on. You’re coming with.” Jeff all but hauls him to his feet. “You think we’d just leave you here by yourself while we have all the fun?”
Well, yes, because you two are clearly on a date*, Eddie thinks but doesn’t say. Instead, he smiles again. “No. Of course not. Lead on, gentlemen!”
The three of them head back to where the game booths are set up. Eddie feels like a third wheel, and because of it, he misses Ronnie. At least if she were here, it wouldn’t feel so much like he was intruding on Jeff and Gareth’s date.
It’s not the first time he’s missed her since she left for college, and he knows it won’t be the last. His hand automatically wanders to his stomach before he notices and lowers it, not wanting to raise suspicion.
Jeff, as it turn out, is not half bad at these carnival games, and soon, both omegas have an overly large stuffed animal to tote around the fairgrounds. Gareth looks at Jeff like he hung the moon, and Eddie is just glad to have something to cover his bump with.
Although… if Steve knew he was pregnant just from his scent, is it possible Jeff does, too? Maybe that’s why he invited Eddie along on his and Gareth’s date. Maybe he felt bad for him or something.
He doesn’t want to think that way. Jeff is his friend. He doesn’t have to have ulterior motives for wanting to hang out with him. But still, Eddie can’t shake the feeling that the pair are just pitying him because he showed up alone.
“Okay. Spill.” Once again, Eddie is startled out of his thoughts.
“Huh? Spill what?”
“This isn’t your scene, Eddie. Not by a long shot. In fact, this is probably the furthest thing from your scene as you can get. So why are you here, looking like you just got dumped?”
“Wow. Okay, first of all, tact, Jeff. Discretion. Learn it,” Eddie huffs. He knows he’s being short, but he doesn’t appreciate being called out so openly. “Second of all, I didn’t get dumped. I got stood up. There’s a difference.”
“Who was it?”
“No one. I mean, no one important. Obviously.” Eddie hides his face behind his giant stuffed Garfield.
“Right. That’s why you came here. All dressed up, looking and smelling like you actually put in effort. Because they’re ‘not important’.” Jeff shakes his head.
“If they were important, they’d have shown the fuck up!” Eddie snaps. “They wouldn’t have lied. They would have picked me up at seven like they fucking said they would and I wouldn’t be interrupting you guys’ date!”
He throws Garfield at Jeff, mostly because he is tired of carrying it, but partly because he wants to lighten himself up to run away. He wants to be alone so he can cry. So he doesn’t feel like he’s ruining his friends’ evening just like Steve ruined his.
Thankfully, Jeff and Gareth don’t follow him.
Eddie hides in the back of his van, hugging his knees to his chest, crying into his arms. He doesn’t know why he cares so much. It’s not like he and Steve are even… well, anything. Hell, they aren’t even friends. Just coworkers.
And they have to work together tomorrow. Eddie isn’t looking forward to it. Well, maybe a little. He can’t wait to see the look on Robin’s face when he tears into Steve for blowing him off.
Or, maybe… they’re together. Neither of them are here, Eddie realizes. And Robin should be, for sure. The rest of the school marching band is here. And where else would she be?
With Steve. Obviously.
Eddie drags himself out of bed, pulls on his stupid uniform, and shuffles out to his van. The drive to the mall feels longer than ever. He doesn’t want to get to work. He doesn’t want to see Steve’s stupid, smug face and hear his stupid lies about why he never showed.
And, somehow, his prayers are answered, because as he pulls up in front of Starcourt, he finds the entire building cordoned off behind crime scene tape. Fire trucks, an ambulance, and several cop cars are lined up all across the parking lot, along with various news vans.
He climbs out of the van, looking around. “What happened?” he asks the nearest police officer, who just glares at him without even answering.
Sensing he isn’t going to get answers—and figuring the mall being closed means he doesn’t have a job anymore—Eddie climbs back into his van and drives home. At least he can take off this stupid uniform.
He changes into something comfortable and plops down on the sofa. A part of him wants to drive out to Steve’s house, but he’s scared of what he might find. So he stays put and tries to distract himself with crappy daytime TV.
It’s around noon when the phone rings.
“Hello?” He expects it to be a telemarketer or something, but a familiar voice comes over the line, sounding a little bit sheepish.
“Hey, Eddie. I’m really sorry I missed our date,” Steve mutters. “And, I’ve been trying to call you all morning, but your phone number got smudged in my pocket, so I dialed the wrong number a few times.”
Eddie is genuinely taken aback. “What the fuck, Harrington? Where were you? Why didn’t you show? I waited for hours!”
“I was… busy. Look, I really can’t get into it—”
“Oh, yeah. I bet you were busy. With Robin, I assume. Did the two of you have fun? You know she told me she doesn’t even like you?” It’s cruel, but Eddie is hurt and angry and he kind of wants to hurt Steve back.
“What? I know Robin doesn’t like me, Eddie. And yeah, I was with her, but it wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like? What could possibly be so fucking important you had to stand me up?”
There is a long silence on the other end of the phone. So long, in fact, that Eddie wonders if maybe Steve hung up on him. But finally, he speaks.
“Like I said, I can’t get into it. All I can tell you is that I’m sorry I didn’t show up. I wanted to. I really did. But other stuff came up, and I couldn’t.”
“So, what? I’m supposed to just forgive you? Give you a second chance? When you won’t even tell me the truth?”
“No. That’s not why I called. I just… I didn’t want to leave you hanging. You deserve an apology. I mean, hell, you deserve an explanation, and I’m sorry I can’t give you one. If you never want to talk to me again after this, I get it. But I couldn’t just leave things how they were.”
Now it’s Eddie’s turn to be silent. The truth is, he doesn’t really know what to say. Steve sounds like he’s being sincere. He doesn’t sound like he’s lying or trying to trick him.
“Can you give me another chance?” Steve asks.
“Okay. You get one more chance, Harrington. Meet me at Skull Rock in an hour. And you better not come empty handed. I want ice cream. Strawberry.”
Steve laughs. “You got it. I’ll be there, Eddie. I promise.”
Eddie hangs up the phone before he can start to get cold feet. He takes a quick shower, then drives out to Skull Rock to wait for Steve.
He knows this place is known as ‘the make out place’, but that isn’t why he chose it. He wants to hang out with Steve somewhere quiet, where he won’t feel out of place or like he has to put on a show.
And Steve arrives right on time, trudging out to where Eddie is sitting, holding a gallon tub of strawberry ice cream in his hands. But that isn’t even the first thing Eddie notices.
The first thing he notices is the massive shiner Steve is sporting, and his busted lip.
“Hey,” he says, smiling as he offers Eddie the ice cream. “It’s kind of like, melted. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I mean, you didn’t have to get such a big container…” Eddie accepts the tub regardless, looking back at Steve. “What, uh, what happened to your face, man?”
“Oh, this?” Steve laughs. “Would you believe me if I said it was evil Russians?”
“Not even a little bit.” Eddie laughs. He pries open the tub, then frowns. “Fuck. I didn’t bring a—”
Steve shoves a spoon into the ice cream, a smirk playing across his lips. “I got you, Munson.”
Eddie mutters a quiet, “thank you,” before taking a bite of the ice cream. “You know, you’re the only person who knows. At least, as far as I know. About the pregnancy, I mean.”
“Your friends don’t know?”
He shakes his head. “No. It’s… kind of complicated?”
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Maybe. But you didn’t come all the way out here to listen to me talk about my problems.” Eddie takes another bite of ice cream.
“I came out here to hang out with you, Eddie. That means talking, listening, drawing stick men in the dirt. Whatever you wanna do.”
Eddie huffs a laugh. “Well, like I said, I haven’t told anyone else about it. The baby is… my best friend’s. She caught me at a particularly bad time. She was in rut, and I was in heat. It was a one-time thing.”
“Oh.” Steve stares at the canopy overhead, letting his foot bump against Eddie’s. “You’re right. That is complicated.”
“Yeah. It would never have happened otherwise, and… I’m sure she’d probably rather forget it ever happened. Which is kind of impossible when you have actual living proof.”
“So you just kept it a secret. But, you have to tell her eventually, right? I mean, she’s gonna start to notice.”
“She’s… not in Hawkins anymore. She moved away for college. NYU. I’m so fucking proud of her, man.” Eddie is smiling. “She got out. I can’t just drop a baby on her. She’d feel obligated, you know? To stay. To help out.”
Steve clears his throat. “I mean, she won’t have to. Not if you already have someone to help you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Eddie smirks up at Steve. “Are you volunteering to be a step-dad, Harrington?”
“Can I tell you a secret? Since you told me yours?” He leans in close to Eddie’s ear. “I’ve always wanted pups.”
Eddie feels his face heating up. And maybe other places. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Even if they’re not yours?”
“I’m pretty much used to it at this point. I’m like, the designated neighborhood babysitter.” Steve smiles, cupping Eddie’s face in his hand. “I don’t care whose pup it is, Eddie. If you’re with me, it’s mine.”
“Steve?”
“Mm?”
“I kind of want to kiss you right now.”
“I kind of want to let you.”
Eddie sets his tub of ice cream aside and turns to face Steve. “Just don’t make fun of me if I’m not very good at this. I’ve only ever kissed like, one person ever.”
“I’m not gonna make fun of you.” Steve leans closer.
Eddie closes the distance, feeling a slight thrill shoot through him as their lips meet. Steve tastes like strawberries, and his lips are so soft and plump, Eddie can’t help but bite down on them. Steve grunts, pulling away. "Ow. Careful. I got beat up by evil Russians, remember?"
"Oh, right. Sorry."
Steve smiles, leaning back in, and runs his tongue along the seam of Eddie’s mouth, making him gasp. He seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, guiding him along slowly.
Eventually, they end up a mess of tangled limbs, Eddie perched on Steve’s lap while they make out, his hands shoved up beneath Steve’s shirt, tracing his ribs with shaky fingertips. Steve’s hands rest on Eddie’s waist, not pushing for more, content to just take whatever he’s willing to give.
When they break apart, both are breathless, and Eddie lets out a soft laugh. He rests his forehead against Steve’s. “That was really nice.”
“Mhm.” Steve just keeps trying to steal more kisses.
“Harrington, I’d really love to make out for another hour, but… I have to pee. Like, really bad.”
“Okay. Let me walk you home? I’ll carry your tub of melted ice cream.” He helps Eddie to his feet, making sure he’s steady before standing up himself.
As they walk, Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s, interlacing their fingers. It’s such a small, casual gesture, but it makes his heart skip.
Over the days and weeks that follow, Eddie discovers that Steve loves in a thousand quiet little ways just like this. With casual gestures and small acts of service. With remembrance and attentiveness and small, ordinary surprises. And each one only makes Eddie love him even more.
Eventually, Eddie gets brave enough to tell his friends about his pregnancy. It helps that he has Steve with him, holding his hand, giving it gentle little squeezes to encourage him to keep going.
Jeff and Gareth agree not to tell Ronnie about the pup. The plan is to let her know when she comes home to visit for the holidays.
Steve is already invited to Thanksgiving, despite it being months away. He’s already wormed his way into Wayne’s heart.
And Eddie honestly couldn’t be happier. One day, when his pup is grown, he’ll tell them how they facilitated him meeting his soulmate—their dad—all because Eddie was constantly craving fucking strawberry ice cream.
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pairing: steve harrington x reader (w.c. 6.3k) summary: after months of chemistry with steve, the whole group suspects there's more between you two. specially nancy, who keeps pushing the truth. you deny it, claming you're just close. until she walks in and catches you together doing more than ''just friends'' things. warnings: porn with plot, +18 (minors do not interact), explicit nsfw, big dick steve, praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex, almost creampie, dirty talk, getting caught, secret situationship, mutual masturbation, p in v, oral sex (f & m receiving), dryhumping, jealousy behavior. author's note: hii petition requested here :3 hope u like it n please be patient about the others one pls! love yall
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"get him pregnant" well thats not my thing but to each their own
"get her pregnant" *takes up my sword and shield* i wont let you do that to her. ......................
Steve has had enough of Eddies frizz. He’s taming that yeti once and for all.
They’re standing in Eddies shower, Eddie on his knees with Steve’s hands in his hair. Not in the way Eddie usually prefers.
Steve talks all the while he works one of the many new products into Eddies hair.
“Y’know, you’ll look so nice with your curls healthy!”
“I wish I had your hair, it’s just so nice!”
“It’ll be so soft, Eds, trust me!”
“I’d wash your hair and every time you shower if you’d let me.”
He says the last thing seriously but tries to play it off as a joke, Eddie knows this because it’s followed by:
“But that’s silly because I know you shower when I’m at my house too, so it’s not like I could actually wash it for you every time.”
“You could,” he shrugs
Steve looks confused
“Just move in with me, Steve”
Steddie prompt:
After getting out of the hospital, Eddie and Steve somehow fell into a whirlwind romance and now they have an apartment together! Eddie is still riding the high of it all one day when he has someone from his new job over and they say “Are you sure Steve lives here?”
“Huh?”
“It’s just, this apartment is extremely you but I’m not seeing anything that says ‘Steve.’ Granted I don’t know the guy too well, but…”
Eddie looks around. Sees a lot of metal and fantasy shit, a lot of dark colors. He knows if he went into the bedroom he would find Steve’s colorful wardrobe and the kitchen is stocked with dishes and utensils that Steve picked out himself but that’s it. Theres not a single sports thing to be found and not a single poster or tape related to anything other than metal.
He’s not sure what to make of it. Brings it up to Steve later, asks why there’s nothing that Steve likes around the apartment. And Steve says something devastating.
“It doesn’t matter what I like.”
It’s Halloween 1984 and Steve Harrington has nothing left. Nancy broke up with him. His friends ditched him. He’s storming out of the party with his hands on his face, sobbing when Eddie Munson who’s selling catches him and offers a ride Steve’s about to refuse but figures he doesn’t want anyone else to see him crying.
Steve collapses in Eddie’s passenger seat, shaking and ugly crying. Eddie has no clue what to do, so he just awkwardly pets Steve’s hair like he’s a stray dog. “Shit, Munson,” Steve sniffs, “you probably think I’m a pussy.” And Eddie goes dead serious shaking his head “No, man. I don’t.”
They are parked outside Steve’s dark empty house smoking what’s left of Eddies lunch box and Steve tells him everything. Nancy. Him losing friends and how it feels to be King of nothing. Eddie’s floored they’re even talking, let alone like this. But then Steve whispers it. “I just want to run away.”
Eddie doesn’t even blink. “Okay.”
Steve, startled: “Okay what?”
“Let’s run away.”
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