I've got brainrot about 2 idiots from the 80s

The phlebotomist is giggling at something he just said, and she turns one of the little portable fans to face him. His hair starts billowing in the breeze, and he looks like he belongs on the cover of one of those bodice ripper novels Eddie rags on but secretly loves

The person doing Eddie's intake procedure says his pulse is a little high, so they need to wait a couple minutes and check again.

"Who is that?" Eddie asks, pointing at the other man.

"Oh, Steve? He's one of our regulars. Him and his girlfriend always come in and donate together every chance they get. Real sweet guy, everyone here loves him. Super funny, too."

It's then that Steve seems to notice Eddie staring, because he smiles and waves with the arm that doesn't currently have a needle stuck in it. Damn. Even his smile is perfect.

"So it looks like you can't donate today." Eddie turns once he realizes he's being spoken to. "Your pulse rate actually got higher; it was 109 and now it's 116."

"What? But isn't that a good thing? My body is pumping more blood, right? That means more for you guys to take?"

"Well we can only take a pint at a time, but even so, you're not supposed to donate if your heart rate is above 100 BPM because you might faint or get sick. Your blood pressure is fine, only slightly elevated, so it's probably nothing, but you should still go see a doctor anyway to get checked for a heart condition."

Eddie is shocked. He doesn't know what to say. For the first time in his life, he is rendered speechless. Munson men don't have heart problems. Liver damage, sure, but that's from all the booze, and he hasn't had a drop since he moved out of Hawkins.

Not like he could afford to, anyway. Shit's expensive.

"Does this mean I won't get the gift card?" he asks.

"Sorry, sweetie. Maybe next month."

He walks away, too stunned to respond, drifting over to the snack table. He grabs one of everything: pretzels, cookies, cheese crackers, a juice box. If he can't get that money, at least he can get some food.

He glances one last look at the beautiful boy before he goes. Maybe he'll get to talk to him next time.

Oh, well. He can get the cash somewhere else. There's always Onlyfans.

bonus: me explaining what happened to my Ma (except in this case pretend it's Eddie and Wayne lol)

This one's probably the weakest i've done so far but oof.... i really struggled with this pic D: i had three other attempts to draw part 4. I dunno why it's been so hard. I really wanted to put in the details such as the NDA papers, the crutches and the milkshakes (bc, yes, we'll revisit the milkshakes later again)... This pic's far from being a "body part" pic but ehh. Part5 is gonna be the last one for the whole "hospital" setting!!! :D I'll be switching to a new one then ;D Pls be patient tho! It might take a minute longer. I'll be participating in the Steddie big bang as artist and that's gonna have priority for a wee bit ❤ Instagram

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"No. I mean yes. I know it's your spot, I was uh … looking for you." God Steve felt pathetic. He really regretted this, he shouldn't have come. Maybe he can just pretend he wanted to buy weed? Yeah! That's it. He patted his thighs and realized he did not have his wallet on him. Shit, there goes that plan.

"King of Hawkins High looking for little ol' me?" Eddie laughed and walked way too close past Steve to sit down at the picnic table. "Weed, I assume? Though I'm surprised it's you, usually Tommy does the deals."

Steve sighed. "No, not for weed actually."

He turned around and slowly made his way to the table and sat down on the bench opposite of Eddie.

"Well then, what can I do for you, my liege?" Eddie said, smirk back on his lips.

Steve's throat went dry, he couldn't do this. Nope, absolutely not. And yet he did not move an inch, he felt like he was rooted to the spot.

Eddie raised his eyebrow at him. "I can't read minds, you know? You do need to talk for me to know what you want."

Steve mentally slapped himself, he's making such a fool out of himself right now. He should just get it over with, what's the worst that could happen? The guy denies him, maybe laughs at him and throws an insult his way? He could handle that. No one would believe Eddie anyway if he dared to say something to anyone.

"You're gay, right?" Steve blurted out and immediately slapped a hand over his mouth.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"It's fine if you are! I mean it's also fine if you aren't! I just uh … rumors you know." Steve trailed off.

"What's it to you? You and your friends already think I'm a fag and a freak, so why the fuck are you here?" Now Eddie got annoyed and slightly angry.

Steve winced. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" Didn't mean to what? "I just have a question, I guess." He let his head fall down onto the table with a groan.

"A question? Go to the fucking library or something then, what do I care." Eddie said, opening his lunch box and pulling out a joint.

"I highly doubt the library could help me with that." He looked back up with an annoyed expression.

"Right, because I know so much more. Now you're just mocking me man." Eddie lit the joint and took a hit, blowing the smoke right into Steve's face.

"I'm not mocking you! I promise." Steve said and inhaled the smoke, heart starting to beat faster. Just a bit closer and Eddie would have shotgunned him. The thought alone made goosebumps break out all over his body. "But it does have to do with the … gay thing."

"The gay thing."

"Yeah so … Are you?" Steve asked carefully, again.

"Shit man. Fine, yeah. I am. What do you wanna know?"

Steve's entire face lit up at Eddie's admission. Maybe this could work out after all.

"Cool!" He replied way too enthusiastically and Eddie gave him a weird look. "Sorry. I uhm, how- how did you figure it out?"

Eddie laughed. "That's what you want to know?"

"No! Well, yes. I guess I have more than one question." Steve blushed.

"I don't know what to tell you man, girls just don't do it for me. Never have. Kissing both a girl and a guy though did help, I guess." He shrugged.

Steve bit his lip. "You kissed a guy? Wait, yes of course you did. Sorry."

Eddie laughed again. "I sure have, big boy. More than one." He winked.

Steve felt the blush creep down his neck, making his chest feel all warm.

"Anything else, or did that quench your thirst for information?" Eddie said and took another hit of the joint.

"Uhm …"

"Ohh, there is something else. Come on, ask me." Eddie challenged.

"Shit. Can I- Can I take a hit of your joint first?" Steve pleaded.

Eddie smirked and leaned forward a bit. "Only if you ask nicely."

Steve rolled his eyes, trying to pretend that didn't have an effect on him. "Can I please have a hit of your joint? Please?" Steve said with his best puppy eyes.

Eddie's eyes slightly widened. "Fuck. Yeah, you can."

He offered it to Steve to take, but at this point Steve wasn't thinking clearly and he just leaned forward to take the tip of the joint into his mouth. His lips brushing Eddie's fingers in the process. He suppressed a moan and breathed in deeply. When he leaned back he closed his eyes and let the smoke out slowly, letting the feeling wash over him.

When he opened it again, Eddie was staring at him. Mouth slightly open, pupils wide with a dark sparkle to them. Steve felt himself squirm in his seat under the intense stare of the other man.

"Sooo?" Eddie said, getting impatient.

"Can you kiss me?" Steve mumbled the words out fast.

"Excuse me?" Eddie sat up straighter. "I think I misheard you, can you repeat that?"

"You heard me just fine."

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him. "You did mumble quite a bit so, humor me."

"Seriously?"

Eddie only looked at him, not saying anything. Steve groaned. He's really gonna make him do this, huh? It's fine, he already said it once. Eddie wasn't gonna judge him right? I mean, that would be hypocritical of him.

"I said, can you kiss me."

Eddie was silent for a moment, expression unreadable to Steve. It made him uneasy and nervous again, the one hit of the joint not being nearly enough to help.

"You said it helped you figure it out, right?" Steve spoke again, not being able to stand the silence.

"King Steve not as much of a ladies man as everyone thinks, huh?"

"Stop calling me that. And I don't know, okay? That's why I'm here. So are you gonna do it or not?" Steve started to get frustrated, why did he even bother? He knew Eddie couldn't take anything serious, he made a joke out of fucking everything.

"Okay."

Steve's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Okay?"

"Sure. When am I ever gonna get that opportunity again, huh?"

"Right. Uh, how are we gonna like … do this?" Steve gestured weirdly with his hands.

"If what I'm hearing is true, you should know how to do this very well." Eddie winked.

"This is different!" Steve said defensively.

"It's really not though, the only difference is the gender. The rest? Pretty much the same thing."

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and honest to god pouted. And Eddie couldn't hide a giggle, it was both the most ridiculous and at the same time most adorable thing he's ever seen.

"Alright, come here." Eddie pointed to the spot next to him and stubbed out the joint on the table.

Steve got up and walked over, sitting down next to Eddie. Their arms were brushing and Steve repressed a shiver. Suddenly Eddie moved to sit facing Steve, legs on either side of the bench. Steve hesitated for a moment before copying Eddie and facing him.

He felt awkward and nervous, even worse than with his first kiss. Though, this kind of is like a first kiss, so it is appropriate. He really needed to get his shit together though, it was just a kiss. Something he has done a million times before. He was good at it, he knew just what to do. So why was he so fucking nervous?

Eddie scooter closer, their knees touching now. He leaned forward a little bringing their faces closer together.

"No hard feelings if this doesn't do anything for you, yeah? Like, we just pretend this never happened?" Eddie swallowed and Steve watched mesmerized at his throat where his Adam's apple moved. He had the urge to bite it.

"Y-Yeah. Of course, not gonna mention anything to anyone. Promise." Steve nodded.

Eddie gave a short nod back before bringing one of his hands to the side of Steve's face. Thumb moving lightly over his cheeks as he leaned in slowly, giving Steve all the time to put a stop to this and move away. But he didn't, his eyes were wide but he didn't look scared or disgusted. More intrigued, surprised even.

Eddie tilted his head and finally closed the gap between their mouths. Steve made a surprised sound and Eddie immediately went to pull back, only for Steve's hand to shoot out and grip his shirt tightly so he couldn't move.

Their lips moved against each other carefully for a few seconds before becoming more passionate. Steve licked along the seam of Eddie's lips, begging for entrance. Which Eddie immediately gave, opening his mouth and letting Steve lick into his mouth.

Steve moaned as he explored Eddie's mouth with his tongue. Getting more and more demanding and sliding a hand into Eddie's long hair. Eddie groaned in response and took control of the kiss. He lightly bit Steve's lip before replacing his teeth with his tongue. Giving it a few licks before diving back into his mouth. Nearly devouring Steve, whose mouth just went slack, letting Eddie happily do whatever he wanted.

After a while they had to pull apart, both running out of breath. When Eddie pulled back and opened his eyes, he nearly moaned at the sight he was greeted with. Steve had a blissed out expression on his face, mouth still open and lips red and raw. There was saliva all over his mouth and running down his chin. He looked fucking ruined and Eddie was obsessed.

Steve finally opened his eyes after taking a few deep breaths, trying to get his heart to stop hammering in his chest. He stared at Eddie, absolutely speechless. He thought he knew how good kisses can be. But this was another level. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he's afraid nothing or no one will ever compare.

"Fuck." Steve breathed out.

His hand was still firmly gripped in Eddie's shirt, it took him way too long to force his hand to let go of it. When he did his eyes slid down to the crumpled spot on Eddie's shirt. "Sorry." He mumbled out, suddenly embarrassed.

Eddie smiled. "No need to be sorry, sweetheart."

Steve's eyes snapped back up to Eddie's face, blush creeping up his cheeks at the pet name.

"So, what's the verdict?" Eddie asked.

"Guilty."

Eddie laughed and Steve felt his own lips turn up into a smile. He hasn't felt this happy and free in a long time.

"I'm glad I could help you then." He smiled and started to move away, putting some distance between the two.

He didn't get very far though, Steve's hand shot out and held onto his thigh tightly. Eddie looked down at the hand on his thigh in surprise.

"M-More?" Steve asked in a quiet voice, scared to be rejected but wanting Eddie's lips on his again.

"That good huh?" Eddie joked. "Are you sure?"

"Fuck man, this was the best experience in my life. I mean seriously, what the fuck. Of course I want more. There's nothing else I would want more right now." Steve rambled.

Eddie smirked. "Wanna take it somewhere more private? No pressure! Just, perhaps not the best spot for this."

"Oh. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Wouldn't wanna … you know." Steve said, gesturing towards the small path leading into the woods.

"Uh, I'm parked not far from here. That okay?"

Steve smiled and nodded. Eddie got his lunchbox and stood up, nodding his head at Steve to follow him. The short walk through the woods was quiet, but not unpleasant. Steve's mind was surprisingly calm. He was sure that it will hit him later when he's at home, but right now he's happy and carefree.

When they got to Eddie's van, he unlocked it and threw his lunchbox in the front before opening the back doors and gesturing for Steve to get in. Which he did, followed by Eddie right behind him. He turned on the fairy lights that were strung all across the back of the van and then closed the doors.

The back of the van was a bit messy, but it had character. There were so many things strewn about, it took Steve a while to take it all in. He sat on the mattress that was pushed to the side of the van and looked around. There were a few posters up on the walls, there was a guitar case next to the mattress and tapes stacked all over. Steve also noticed a few notebooks that looked very loved, scribbled on and so full they're nearly bursting at the seams.

It made Steve smile, Eddie was clearly a very passionate person who was not afraid to show or do what he liked. Steve admired that, he wished he could be like that too.

Suddenly Eddie dropped down next to him, nudging his shoulder with his. They both turned their heads and smiled at each other.

"I like it." Steve said, nodding his head towards the space.

"Yeah?" Eddie blushed slightly.

People usually don't like anything about him and his interests. Too loud, too out there, too annoying. So hearing Steve say he liked the way Eddie decorates his space made him all warm. He didn't say it in a condescending voice, he actually sounded genuine. If Eddie hadn't already been head over heels for Steve, he would have been now.

Steve nodded and leaned closer again, brushing their noses together. He let out a little giggle before pressing his lips back against Eddie's.

Eddie immediately started kissing him back, hand moving to Steve's face, holding him. Kissing Steve was unlike anything Eddie ever experienced. And he was now 100% sure that all the girls were not lying when they talked about Steve and what he's able to do with his mouth. If kissing already felt his incredible, anything else would be out of this world.

Steve shifted and slung his leg over Eddie's lap, straddling him. He was looking down at Eddie now with a slight blush. He played with the hem of Eddie's shirt and smiled shyly at him.

"You're so gorgeous. Just absolutely breathtaking, sweetheart." Eddie said, looking at Steve like he hung the moon.

Steve blushed more, ducking his head. "You too."

Eddie smiled and tipped Steve's head back up with a finger on his chin. He kissed him again and let his hands wander down Steve's neck, down to his chest. To Steve it felt like Eddie's hands were leaving an electric trail behind. Hot and tingly. He moaned into the kiss.

Eddie suddenly grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled him closer, their chests now touching. Steve let out a sound of surprise before melting into Eddie. He could feel Eddie start to get hard under him, but instead of being alarmed, he felt his own cock twitch in his pants.

He experimentally grinded his hips down slightly, punching a moan out of himself and Eddie. He did it again, harder this time and felt his dick fill up almost instantly. Eddie gripped his hips tighter and pushed his hips back up into Steve.

"Shit. You feel so good, baby." Eddie moaned out.

Steve whined and buried his face into Eddie's neck. His hands finding their way under Eddie's shirt and slid up his tummy, groaning at the little hairs that were trailing down to his dick.

It felt different to be touching a man like this. He's used to soft skin and curves, and he liked that, don't get him wrong. But something about soft skin paired with coarse hair and sharper angles just hit different for him. And he couldn't get enough. He pushed Eddie's shirt up, revealing his stomach.

He pulled away from his neck and looked at the exposed skin. "Fuck. Why is that so hot?"

Eddie grinned and decided to watch what Steve was gonna do next.

Steve looked for a few more seconds, biting his lip. He slowly pushed Eddie's shirt up more, revealing more and more skin. When he got to his chest he looked at Eddie with big eyes. Tugging the shirt up more, Eddie took the hint and helped him take it off entirely. Steve threw the shirt aside and let his hands roam all over Eddie's torso. His fingers tracing his tattoo's in admiration.

Eddie felt like he was being worshiped, every touch of Steve felt intentional and full of want and admiration, almost love. He thinks no one ever looked at him this way, like he was worth something. Like he was beautiful. It tugged at his heart and he felt tears spring to his eyes. He tried his best to fight them back, but in the end a few tears fell from his eyes and onto Steve's hands.

Steve immediately looked up from where he was admiring Eddie's body, worry all over his face. He started to lift his hands off Eddie's body, but Eddie was faster and grabbed his hands, pushing them back onto his chest.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" Steve asked worryingly.

Eddie let out a small laugh. "I'm fantastic, I promise. It's just …"

Steve leaned closer and rested his forehead against Eddie's. For a few seconds they just breathed each other in.

"I never felt so … wanted." Eddie finally managed to get out.

Steve whined and pressed his forehead harder against Eddie's in response.

"Like, you actually like what you are seeing. And you want more. Like I'm worth looking at." Eddie choked out the last part, tears welling up in his eyes again.

"Because you are. You are so worth looking at. You're beautiful, inside and out. I've never met someone like you before." Steve cupped Eddie's face in his hands. "You're so unapologetically you. You don't hide behind something. And I might not always understand what you're preaching on the lunch tables, but you look so confident and passionate. It's honestly amazing to watch, I could stare at you for hours just talking."

Eddie was speechless, tears still sliding hot down his cheeks. He brought his arms up around Steve's waist and pulled him in, hugging him closer.

"People suck. If more of them were like you, or even just a little bit more like you, the world would be a a better place. I'm sure of that. They're all just scared. Scared, because you don't do what everyone wants you to. You stand out, you're different. And that scares them. Believe me, I know." Steve admitted quietly.

"You were scared of me?"

Steve smiled sadly. "In a way, yes. Not because I thought you were gonna hurt me. But because since the first time I saw you making a speech in a cafeteria full of students, I thought 'that takes guts.' And the longer you went on, the more impressed I was. You held the entire room captive, even the ones who didn't agree, the ones who would later push you into a locker and throw an insult at you." Steve took a breath. "I think about that day a lot and it made me want to be better, you know? And I try, but god I am scared. Scared of what will happen if I stray from what people think of me."

Now it was Steve's turn to cry, big fat tears falling from his eyes. He can't stop them, they just keep coming. Eddie brought a hand up to Steve's hair and stroking it in a soothing motion.

Steve buried his face back into Eddie's neck and let himself cry. He was crying for the first time since he was a kid. Back when his father yelled at him for the first time and then promptly backhanded him when he started crying. That was the last time he cried. His father telling him men don't cry, that he's weak if he does.

But right now, seeing Eddie cry made him finally realize everything his father said was bullshit. Eddie wasn't less of a man for crying, and neither was he.

"It's okay, you're okay. We are okay." Eddie said over and over again into Steve's ear.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he stopped crying. He felt exhausted, but also a bit lighter. The events of the day and the realizations he had, took a weight off of his shoulder he didn't know he had.

Steve pulled back from Eddie's neck to look at the man again. Eddie wasn't looking much better than Steve himself, eyes red and puffy from crying, matching Steve's. But he had a little smile on his lips when he looked at Steve. Which he immediately returned.

"Thank you." Steve breathed out.

Eddie opens his mouth, but all that spills out is a shaky moan. His body is buzzing with electricity. His fingers. His toes. His spent, overly sensitive cock.

Steve laughs, the sound rumbling right down to that molten pool of pleasure at the base of Eddie's spine, and curls his fingers.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“Pretty,” Eddie gasps. His bound hands twitch. His feet grapple for purchase on the mattress, trying to wiggle away from the pleasure that's trying to pull him under. Steve puts one hand on his hip and pushes him back into the sheets. “‘m pretty.”

“Like you were born for the stage," Steve coos, and adds a third finger. Eddie is still wide open from his cock and the dildo, and sloppy with both lube and cum, so it slides in easily. “You know when you're even prettier?”

“Stevie, please-”

Steve scissors his fingers, and the words turn into a desperate keen.

“I asked you a question, honey.” Steve kisses the tears off his face. “And I'm sure you know the answer, so …”

“When I cum for you,” Eddie sobs. His spine tries to arch off the mattress, but Steve gently holds him in place. “Please, Steve, I can't. It's too much, I can't do another.”

“Hm, that's weird.” Steve pauses, watching him gasp for breath. “I thought you could go all night?”

Eddie groans. Fuck, he did say that. Or yelled it, more like. For the entire venue to hear, while the crowd was screaming for another encore.

He should've known what he had gotten himself into the moment he looked down at the first row and saw Steve's smile.

“Now,” Steve says, making a show of checking the clock. The night is still young, wouldn't you say?”

Eddie laughs. He brought this onto himself, didn't he?

“Yeah. You're right.”

“Always am, baby,” Steve singsongs, kissing down his neck and chest and stomach while he continues to fuck him with his fingers. “Now stop fighting it. Just relax. There you go. Feels good, right?”

It does. It always does.

Maybe he shouldn't be this obvious about it, Eddie thinks, while Steve slowly guides him towards the edge of his pleasure once again. Maybe he should make him work a little harder for it - he’s getting way too smug about it all. The way he can play Eddie just as Eddie plays his guitar. Knows all the right spots to hit, at all the right times, to draw all the right sounds from him. Knows just what to do and just what to say to turn Eddie into a sobbing, blubbering mess, begging to cum for a third time.

And then Steve sucks his cock into his mouth and curls his fingers just so, and Eddie shatters into a million tiny pieces.

There shouldn’t be much left - not after the first two times - but it still hits him with an intensity that turns his entire body into a live wire, filling his vision with starbursts. Steve drinks down the few watery drops that spill out, pressing his tongue into the slit to get every last bit. The sensation alone almost jolts Eddie off the mattress - thankfully his hands are still tied to the headboard - and he laughs and sobs at the same time. Steve purrs, propping himself up on one elbow to watch him.

“There’s my pretty baby. Feel good?”

Eddie squirms. Steve has this way of looking at him like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world, and it leaves him weirdly self-conscious, especially now, on the come-down.

“So good,” he slurs, and Steve’s face breaks into a delighted smile.