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Steve's baseball team decide that they want to play a prank on their coach.
They get shirts screen-printed with Steve's face on it and something silly he always says, and then they all wear them to practice. They time how long it takes Steve to notice (nine minutes and only because the team had a bad case of giggles).
It's a funny prank.
Steve gets a kick out of it.
Unbeknownst to Steve or the team, the guy who made their shirts is an old friend of Eddie 'left Hawkins and got famous' Munson.
It was a known secret in Hellfire that Eddie was crushing bad on King Steve so he sent Eddie one of the shirts.
Imagine Steve confusion when he flips the tv over to MTV and sees his old classmate being interviewed...wearing a shirt with his face on it.
Lazy afternoons in the woods vibes for the @steddiecaz zine, based on Le Printemps by Pierre-Auguste Cot (I only cried 3 times doing the foliage and drapery!)
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Prompt #13- Atari | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Mentions of Period Typical Internalized Homophobia, Mentions of Recreational Drugs & Alcohol, Teen Sex | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Blow Jobs, Time Jump, Pre-S1 to S4, Secret Party Hookups
1983
The door closes, and Eddie hears fingers twisting the lock on the knob. He freezes, joystick in hand.
When Steve Harrington turns, they lock eyes, and Steve jumps. Eddie laughs. It's ridiculous. Like a skittish cat. If cats were dressed by their mommies in dorky khaki pants and tucked-in polos.
Harrington's face is a little flush, like he's been drinking. Smoking. Something. Eddie sold out of his stash fast tonight, even with the rich bitch premium he adds on for these parties.
Because these kids have loose wallets, spending daddy's money, and Eddie definitely takes advantage.
He also takes advantage of Harrington's queer proclivities. Harrington can deny it, can chase girls all he wants, but if Eddie hangs around long enough, at least fifty percent of the time, Steve will strike out with all the girls and come find Eddie instead. Too many times to be considered an accident, or a mistake. Still, Eddie has no illusions about what that is, or means. He knows he's a dirty little secret, but he still likes it when it ends up that way any given Friday night.
Eddie holds up his hands, joystick still clutched tight.
"What the fuck are you doing, Munson?" Steve asks, as if it isn't obvious.
"Playing your Atari. What the fuck are you hiding in here for?"
Eddie has hopes, but it's honestly too early for that. The party is still too hot, with too many people still here.
Still, Steve sits on the edge of the bed next to him, "It's just a lot tonight."
Eddie nods, and hands over the joystick, "We could take turns."
And Steve smiles, unpausing the game.
Eddie is between Steve's spread legs, and Steve is yanking at that helmet of hair of his, stomach tense, pulled taut. His hair looks better all messy, hot, just like the dark hair that's coming in all over his stomach and chest these days.
"Fuck," Steve whispers, and Eddie lowers his head again, bobbing up and down. He hasn't sucked many dicks, mainly just Harrington's these days, but he knows he loves it. The taste, the smell. Steve's dick is big, and he's clean. That last one isn't always a given, so Eddie has absolutely no complaints.
Steve's watching him tonight. Usually he has an arm slung over his eyes, like he can't bear to look at Eddie being the one that is unraveling him. He knows Steve isn't very in touch with how he feels about men. Or, at least how he feels about Eddie.
Eddie gets it. He'll get there. Or he won't.
"Oh, god," Steve says, and comes, his whole body tensing.
Eddie swallows.
When Eddie pulls back, he wipes the back of his hand across his swollen lips. With his other hand, he reaches down to adjust himself in his jeans. He's hard, fucking rock solid, and he can't help giving himself a few strokes through the rough denim. It wouldn't take much tonight. He could get there with very little elbow grease.
Usually he takes care of himself in a bathroom, or in the dark van.
"Hey! Stop that!" Steve snaps, and Eddie looks up at him, startled by the outburst.
"What?" Eddie asks, and Steve's hand finds Eddie's elbow, squeezing, trying to make him let go.
"You said we could take turns. It's my turn now," Steve says haughtily, and Eddie releases his own cock, stunned.
That's not. They don't.
Well, Steve doesn't.
"You're gonna…?" Eddie trails off.
"If you stop jerking it, I was planning on it, yeah," Steve says, bitchy, like Eddie has inconvenienced him terribly.
Well, in that case.
"Have at it, Harrington."
He's never done it before. Eddie realizes that quickly.
Harrington is enthusiastic, but there's no skill to speak of. But he isn't a quitter, Eddie will give him that. Steve keeps bobbing down, too deep, and coming up off coughing. It's not a good blow job, but any blow job is better than none. Eddie's no fool.
Eddie reaches down, and gently guides Steve's hand to the base of his cock.
"Here," he says softly, "use your hand and just focus on the head."
Steve nods, and when he goes back in, it's much better. He can lay back and enjoy it now, and when he gets close, he warns Steve.
Harrington is brave, or dumb, and takes it in the mouth.
Then, he freezes. Mouth full.
Eddie holds out his hand, and Steve spits into it.
"Thanks," Steve says, sheepish. And Eddie just shakes his head.
1986
"Oh, fuck me," Eddie groans, as Steve Harrington kneels between his knees. Sucking his cock. Squirreled away from the rest of the group. Forearm pressed against Eddie's stomach. The pressure is nice, even if it blocks his view a little.
Sometimes, Eddie felt like he'd made it all up. Another story he was telling, if only to himself. Harrington started dating Wheeler and that was that. He never sought out Eddie again until now. Never even glanced his way, leaving Eddie unsure if it had ever really happened.
Tonight, he knows he didn't dream it. They've done this before. And the motions don't even seem rusty.
Something must've snapped in Steve when Eddie had held him hostage with that broken bottle. Clearly. Eddie was out of his mind with fear, and hadn't even registered who he had a hold of.
Steve Harrington.
And now here they are, again. After all these years. And fuck if it doesn't feel goddamn amazing.
When Eddie comes against Steve's tongue, Steve pulls off. Looking at him.
Eddie holds out his hand.
Steve gives a silent laugh, air puffing out of his nose, and then he swallows.
Eddie smiles, cupping the side of his face, rubbing his thumb against Steve's cheek. This has been a bad fucking day. The goddamn worst of his life.
But Steve's here again, and he never imagined that would ever happen. And there's really only one thing to say:
"It's my turn now."
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After the collaborative wake-up call, Steve declared they were to be official, monogamous and legit. Ever the Devil’s Advocate, Eddie was still hesitant to commit, stating with seemingly complete sincerity that he wouldn’t tie the knot before ‘reviewing the prenup’ first.
“What- what prenup?” Steve had asked, momentarily caught off guard, but relaxing once he’d witnessed the impish glint in Eddie’s eyes that he liked. Steve’s a sucker for someone who puts in the effort to keep him on his toes.
“Rich people always come hiding behind a prenup.” Eddie had stated, as if it were law. It snuck a giggle out of Steve, knowing his own parents were, in fact, bound with a prenup in place.
“Eddie. We have no assets.” To which Eddie had leaned to look around him and ogle his ass.
“You sure about that?”
Flushing red, Steve crossed his arms and cocked his hips because he knew it made his ass look impossibly better. They bickered over what of theirs counted as an asset, verbally laying down the terms, entertaining this little fantasy of Eddie’s despite Steve vehemently being against the concept of a prenup. The warlock guitar ‘Sweetheart’ was Eddie’s without question. The beamer was indefinitely Steve’s, voiding all right for Eddie to even drive the damn thing. Upset by this, Eddie claimed his van in competition, though it decidedly did not qualify as an asset worth even deliberating over. If anything were to happen, Dustin would need to estrange Eddie, but he could keep Mike. Deal.
Eddie bit the lid off a black Sharpie, gripped Steve’s naked forearm and turned it to the semi-hairless side, signed his name in cursive, and that was that. Steve avoided washing his arm for a week.
Thinking about Eddie's conflicting attitudes towards crosses/crucifixes. His father and Wayne are Catholic by blood. Though Wayne really finds it again when he serves in the war. He's not devout, doesn't go to church cus he knows he doesn't need to to have faith. But it's a small comfort that reminds him of Eddie's late Grandma, and all of what's good in this world.
Since Eddie's room was Wayne's originally, it came pre-furnished with a crucifix of its own when he moved in, hung high up on the wall. An oddly ripped Jesus stares down forlornly at where he sleeps, and every time he threatens to take it down, Wayne doesn't even try fighting him about it.
"Whatever you wanna do, kid. Surprised you haven't done it sooner." And Eddie hates it when he says that, because he's surprised too. He always just leaves it there, letting a caking of nicotine form around it.
It went through a phase of being turned upside down. Eddie had to hand-screw a new hook into the bottom, leaving the original hook to hold some shitty, aluminium chain link Wayne had no use for. It was pretty metal decor, but then he kept staring, and staring, and realised the reverse cross just attracted even more attention to itself. Stole Eddie's eyeline like a black hole. It wasn't right to have it hung upside down, regardless of the bullshit book it was ripped from. He never felt guilt or shame looking at the bastard ornament, but it did spark something angry in him.
He took it down after its niggling presence became too much, but it didn't go far. Shoved it in the top drawer at his bedside with the tongue-in-cheek excuse that it would come in handy if any vampires or demons were to break into his room. When he was small, he suffered from sleep paralysis pretty bad as a kid, night terrors that left him in a limbo for all creatures of Hell to crawl on top of him. But Wayne, terrified himself, could always thwart them with his silver chain, closing Eddie's small fists around the cross with his callused own before the kid fully came to.
Maybe the Catholicism in their blood wasn't so diluted, nor turned to brimstone, by the time it got to Eddie, because he looks at the patch where the tobacco and weed smoke couldn't touch, and it looks white. His walls are white anyway, but it looks brighter than white, and that touches something in him. That superstition he's been surely brainwashed into, but boy, does it spark a feeling anyway. He doesn't think it's 'God's light' or whatever, but it does look pretty poetic. Something about protection, something about purity, something like a shoulder to lean on. Huh. So that's what his Uncle gets out of this.
That was the power of this thing, and Eddie hates it for it. An ugly symbol of sacrifice and suffering with nonsensical rules assigned to it like 'never hang it on the flip-side, that's the Devil's sign', preying on the superstitious who carry their faith blindly. But that faith pulled his uncle to the surface when he was drowning, and Wayne ain't one for living blind. Comfortable, sure. He tries his best for him and Eddie. But he does not do ignorant. That sculpture of a man paying humanity's debts for their sins saved his Uncle Wayne from his own demons infiltrating his vulnerable mind.
Wayne makes it a good thing.
So Eddie hangs it back up on his wall, with the excuse that it's camp, that it's a funny contrast that balances the bands of heretics on his walls, that despite it being an oppressive hate symbol, it's still gonna watch Eddie jerk off to boys in leather and varsity jackets. And it can't do anything about it. Not really. It hasn't laser-beamed him into a pile of ash just yet.
That cross is Wayne, and all the lessons he's taught Eddie that his father never did, and his mother never had the chance to. That crucifix is faith, not in God or the inauthentic words of a state trying to control its subjects, but in himself and the small flakes of good in the world.
So it stays up, and he lets it follow him. When he gets his own apartment, he nails one up in his kitchenette. When he tours his music, he hangs one around his neck. When Wayne dies, he gets one tattooed on his skin.
A while back, me and @offbeatrinkydink were talking about Steve being totally ear-blind to the lyrics in songs and only being in it for the quality of the beat. Now, all I can think about is Steve not realising The Village People were a big gay innuendo, nearly a decade on from their debut.
He sees the costumes and thinks it's a federal scheme to increase employment - he gets enough of that from his dad. Hears 'Cruising' and only thinks of America's homemade Harleys. 'In the Navy', and all he hears is an advertisement to enlist. Steve is under the impression that they were an industry plant promoting American patriotism.
Eddie asks what the hell he means by that. Steve explains his reasoning, to which it is made clear that Steve is completely ignorant of the fucking aggressive innuendo baked into the ensemble. Eddie explains, but Steve is still sceptical. It takes pulling out a gay nudey mag at random to illustrate just how on-the-nose The Village People are to Steve. A hot cop, leatherman, sailor, construction worker, cowboy, and native american are all there on the pages, and honestly, it feels like a sick joke from God that Eddie just so happened to find them all in the very first mag he opens.
If Steddie were official by season 5 and had to strap that demo down, I can imagine them getting very protective over the 'random rope the kids find in the Harrington residence's basement', which definitely didn't cost steddie an extortionate amount of money because 1) it's a meticulously woven, smooth cotton and 2) it's bright fucking periwinkle and the dyed variety go for far more than the natural fibre kind. Steve wasn't going to let Eddie cheap out on him, and he expects to look pretty in bondage, thank you very much.
Watching it stretch and fray under the strength of a demogorgon has them incredibly upset.
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Eddie is only allowed to stroke the hair just above Steve's nape. Not the sides, not the top, and definitely not the front. But that little scruff at the back is free real estate for Eddie's grabby hands.
I always imagine Eddie sitting on the top of the backrest while Steve is bracketed by Eddie's knees on the couch. He'll take those short tufts and plait them, rake his fingers through them, get a grip on them and pull Steve's head back for a spiderman kiss. If he inches any higher, or wider, where product has been specially placed, Steve is quick to get away and bat those mitts off.
After learning that Eddie takes as much pride in Steve's hair as Steve himself (they are The Hair Queens, after all), there's enough trust for Eddie to do whatever the fuck he wants with it once it's been styled.
Just to boast, Eddie once took hold of Steve's shoulders, said to the Party, "Would he let any of you do this?", and proceeded to ruffle the shit out of Steve's hair until it became a tall nest caked in product that made it clump and stand on end. All Steve has to say is, "Fix it," before Eddie goes into full ape-mode and meticulously resculpts the Harrington Hair. Steve really fucking likes the attention, standing like a pompous poodle going for its bi-monthly groom. Likes the way Eddie circles him as he gently plucks and preens at his hair. He'll usually dust off his sweaters at the end, too. Getting him all show-ready.
Steve, rifling through his dad's weird and obscure liquor cabinet: Well, I've got all the criteria for a cocksucking cowboy, if anyone's interested.
Eddie, raising his hand: Thank you for telling us, Steve. We still love and support you, regardless.
Steve, unimpressed and deadpan yet blushing: The shooter.
Eddie: I know, sweetheart. But if the offer still stands..?
Steve: Do you want a shot or not?
Eddie: Does it still come with the cowboy?
Steve: I will throw you out.
Steve does a good job containing his frustrations with the upside down (chronically bottling his emotions), but when he does go all crazy-eyed, throwing his hands here, there and everywhere, spitting curses and heaving like a werewolf about to shift, Eddie looks at him with starstruck reverence.
Eddie: Oh thank god, I was starting to think my boyfriend wasn't human
Steve: Hey, I'm really sorry for blowing up back there.
Eddie: NO! It's no biggie, babe! If anything, I think it's healthy. Wanna smash shit up at the junkyard?
Hi! I’m currently obsessed with this wip of mine. I’ve been working on it for the last two months practically nonstop and wanted to submit it for WIP Wednesday.
When There's Lightning (you know, it always brings me down) by GhostInTheBAU
@ghostinthebau
Rating: Explicit
16,792 words, 3/? chapters
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives, Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Blood and Injury, Aftermath of Violence, Near Death Experiences, Injury Recovery, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Coma, Caretaking, Wound Care, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Mutual Pining, lots of swearing, Physical Therapy, Healing, Getting Together, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, steve harrington speedrunning his sexuality crisis, Protective Steve Harrington, Hurt Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has PTSD, Sharing a Bed, Porn with Feelings, Pet Names, Love Confessions, Developing Relationship, Fluff, Happy Ending, Crying, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Disabled Eddie Munson, POV Eddie Munson, POV Steve Harrington, Unreliable Narrator Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Whump, Slow Burn, Self-Worth Issues, Handkerchief Code, Slice of Life, Caretaker Steve Harrington, Eventual Smut, so many heart to heart talks
Summary:
He can’t breathe.
The tail yanks, and suddenly his back is slamming into the hard ground, the impact detonating every wound. He feels it all, and it’s agony. Ripping, shredding. The worst pain he’s ever known.
His heart stutters and kicks in his chest as his mind screams at him to get back up, to run, to do anything to survive; but he can’t. He’s pinned down, spread eagle on the dead ground, a storm of wings and teeth closing in.
Red lightning flashes above him, bathing everything in crimson, reminding him that he is in literal Hell.
He’s being eaten alive, and all he can think as the pain starts to blur is, I’m not ready.
Please. Not like this. Not now.
Please.
And then, from somewhere above all the madness that has become Eddie’s entire existence, a shape plunges into the wild fray. A human shape. An avenging angel, wielding a weathered baseball bat filled with bloody nails like it's a prayer in the dark.
An answer to his silent plea.
Steve.
OR:
Eddie Munson survives the bats.
Steve Harrington helps him learn to live again.
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Eddie comes off stage and immediately pulls Tiktok up on his phone so he can watch the latest part in Robin's ongoing series, Texts from my Best Friend: A Dramatic Reading
Robin (as Steve): Hey, can I send you a picture of my dick and/or balls without you being weird about it?
Robin (as Robin) Uhhh, no???? I'm going to be extremely weird about it. Why would you do that????
Robin (as Steve): Oh!
Robin (as Steve): LOL. I meant to send that to someone else
Robin (as Robin): Who???!
Robin (as Robin): And why?????
Robin (as Robin): Stop leaving me on read, asshole.
Robin (as Robin): Steeeeeeeeeb!
Eddie (typing in the comments with no intention of hitting send): He can send his pics to me
Eddie: *hits sends for some fucking reason*
Eddie: *doesn't know how to delete comments*
Eddie: *panicking*
Robin: Yeah, I bet you would like that. Stalker.
Steve: *sudden the most interesting guy on a social media platform he doesn't have*
more leatherboy and novice? 🥺👉👈 please and thank you?
EEEEee! saw you in my notes and got so excited. I've had my attention split recently, but I still very much plan to rewrite the chapters I have here for Ao3 and write new chapters DON'T YOU WORRY! I accidentally overcomplicated it because I got so feral about this series, so I will let you know/tag you when I actually have new material for The Leatherboy's Novice!
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