Vickie: So, Steve's Your Platonic Soulmate? That's Good, Very Good! I Like Him. . .I Mean, Not Like That

Finished it, as promised! Porn with some plot, a lotta teasing, some of which in a public place, overstimulation, pet play if you squint, 5.3k words. I haven’t read over it thoroughly to check for spelling errors and tbh i prolly wont (edit: i did.) This was my first time really writing smut so i hope it turned out well. Have fun, hope y’all enjoy <3

P.S. Skip to the second text splitter thingy if you just wanna get to the smut faster :)

They had just dropped off the last kid- Dustin. Now it was just Eddie and Steve in the front two seats of Steve’s BMW. “So, you want me to drop you off at the trailer park?” Steve asked as he turned to face Eddie.

"Uh- Actually my shift starts soon. Could you drop me off at work?" The question made Eddie nervous. He preferred not to tell anyone where he worked due to the oddity of it. The taboo-ness.

It's not like it's a normal job that is easily accepted, especially not in Hawkins in year 1986.

It's actually the reason it's an establishment you can only get into with a code or invitation from a friend. It's a supportive community but to be supportive they have to take certain precautions.

"Oh shit, yeah I forgot you took that night job. What was it again?" Steve looked at Eddie so sweetly. Wide eyed and innocent. Eddie wondered how much that would change soon.

Maybe he could just be discreet about it? Tell Steve a half truth. "Oh uh, just this bar. It's pretty new and small and you need an invitation to get in typically. Chrissy's cousin's friend's something's something owns it so she gave them a good recommendation about me. Its called Stonewall."

Stonewall is a gay bar that hosts quite a few people in the kink and bdsm community. Eddie assumes that its not really Steve's scene. Eddie wonders if Steve even knows what kink is. 'King Steve' is quite known for being a good pleaser in bed, but that's usually with Hawkins innocent cheer team or sweet book nerds like Nancy Wheeler. He's gotten close with Steve so he wants to be honest about his own identity, but he's worried how it would go.

"Ah, I like bars. You'll have to show me around when we get there. Just give me the directions as we go, that cool?" Steve smiled at Eddie as he started backing out of Dustin’s driveway without an answer and Eddie's stomach just. Dropped.

"Hah yeah sure sounds great!" Eddie muttered out with an uneasy smile.

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"Hey Steve," Eddie started as they got out of Steve's car. "once we get in there just wait by the door while I change into my work clothes alright. Then I'll show you the bar and everything. Just a warning, people here are very uh... flirty, and touchy. You may have to pretty assertive if you don't want that kinda attention."

Steve smirked at that. "Ya'know how my charm is, I cant turn it off even if I wanted to." And god the way he was looking at Eddie, he did know, he knew too well. He wished he would’ve just shut up and had Steve drive him back to the trailer park so Eddie could've driven himself to work, even if that meant being late to his shift.

Eddie rolled his eyes and started walking to the entrance. "Yeah, sure Stevie." He knocked on the door. The building had no giant signs stating the name of the establishment, or anything indicating that it was anything at all.

There was a slider on the door for a girl on the inside to peak through. She took a moment to take them in. "Heya Eds, who you got there?"

"Hey Micky, this is my friend Steve."

"Ah Steve!" She looked over to him standing kind of awkwardly next to Eddie, then back at Eddie. “Can he uh.. be trusted?"

Eddie shifted his feet and looked nervously at her. He glanced at Steve who looked curiously at Eddie. Seemingly clueless. "’M not sure yet, Mick. But if there is any trouble I'll deal with it." Micky hummed suspiciously, glanced at Steve again, then unlocked the door.

Steve and Eddie stepped in, Steve even more confused than before at the interaction. Everything seemed so secretive and mysterious. What was happening in this building? Money laundering? Mafia meetings? Is that a thing? Was there a mafia in Indiana? It sounds ridiculous but there were Russians under Starcourt, a mall, so who knew?

"He seems harmless, but I swear to god Eddie, don't blow this. You're a good dude and I like ya as a coworker alright? Don't get fired." Micky made her statement, then walked away and disappeared into the crowd of people.

As Steve looked around he noticed the bar had a similar setting to that of a club. Rowdy music, flashing lights, the crowd looked as if it consisted of a lot of grinding and kissing. Before Steve could look too close, Eddie stepped in front of him and forced eye contact.

"I'm gonna go change. If you see anything uh... weird. Don't act rashly alright? I'll explain whatever you wanna know once im behind the bar." Eddie seemed jittery and nervous.

Steve cocked his head to the side - which should not have been as cute as it was - clearly confused, but he shrugged it off. "Alright Eds, just be quick, don't wanna be late for your shift." Steve smirked at Eddie which made him grow hot. He started to flush as he turned away and started for the bathroom.

As Steve started to look around more he noticed the place was a bit run down, as if it was previously abandoned. But it seemed fairly kept. The bar seems nice enough for a small business and there was a decent crowd.

Before Steve could analyze more he noticed someone approaching. A big guy, maybe a little taller than Steve, tatted kinda like Eddie but... much more. He looked Steve up and down.

"Hey." He said simply.

"Hey." Steve returned.

"Are ya with him?" The guy asked gesturing toward the bathroom Eddie just went into.

"Yeah! Thats my bud, Eddie, he's just gonna show me around his work place a bit." Steve smiled up at him, slightly uneasy from the unfamiliar territory and knew faces and being approached randomly.

"Ah, gotcha. Well, I'm Ben. Er whats your name?" Ben asked then leaned forward a bit to hear Steve better. Something is Steve's stomach flipped.

"Uh, Steve!" Steve called, just noticing the loud noise Ben was clearly trying to hear him over.

"Nice to meet ya. Say, Steve, are you a friend of Dorothy's?"

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, "uh, who-?"

"Hey Ben." Eddie was walking up to them. He wore black jeans similar to his usual pairs, except this pair had several holes and rips, showing much more leg than Eddie typically did. His shirt - Steve's mind about froze - for a top Eddie wore nothing but a black mesh crop top. It showed off a pair of nipple piercings Steve never knew Eddie had. Steve huffed at the sight without even noticing.

"Hey Eddie, hows it going man." He went to dap Eddie up.

Eddie returned the dap which evolved into a hug. "Pretty good pretty good, about to start my shift"

"Cool cool." Ben nodded then paused, "hey uh, Steve doesn't know Dorothy."

Eddie nervously chuckled, "yeahhh man, I'm working on that don't worry."

Ben hummed, nodded, regarded Steve and Eddie before walking away into the crowd.

Steve turned to Eddie with an odd look on his face. "Okay, two things. One, respectfully, you look hot as hell man. I can see why you'd wanna be a bartender, im sure you get tipped heavily." Eddie flushed not expecting the compliment. He avoided Steve's eye contact shyly for a moment. He had his hair up which prevented him from hiding behind a curl or two. "Two, I feel as though theres something really secretive about this place that im just bot catching onto and no one will tell me. What's goin on Eds?"

Eddie sheepishly looked at Steve through his eyelashes then sighed. "Come, sit at the bar. Let me clock in and I'll fill you in."

Once they had settled, Steve sat at the bar stool and Eddie took over for the person previously manning the bar. Eddie went to lean on the countertop in front of Steve.

"Steve... I you're a good friend and we've been growing very close recently. I enjoy that- a lot. So I want to be honest with you." Eddie paused for any sort of reaction out of Steve, but Steve just looked intently at Eddie with care in his eyes. It was driving Eddie insane. "This is a gay bar, Steve. A lot of people here are looking for an accepting community for being queer and into the kink and bdsm type scenes. I am... also gay"

Eddie had been intently avoiding Steve's gaze by looking at the surface of the bar. Then he heard Steve chuckle and his eyes snapped up to make eye contact once again. Steve, as usual, was smiling at Eddie. His eyes seemed to sing acceptance, but there was still a knot in Eddie's gut that said he was wrong. That said he compromised a safe space. That said he was going to lose one of his closest friends. That said he was going to be beaten half to death soon by ‘King Steve.’

"Eds..." Steve started, making a point to hold eye contact. "I know." Eddie probably looked horrified and so utterly confused. He tried to mutter out something but he just stumbled on his words. He didn't struggle long because Steve start talking again. "I mean," he leaned back and rubbed his hand on his neck, "I obviously didn't know about this place, that explanation makes a lotta sense. However, you." Steve leaned forward again, just forward enough to be intruding on Eddies personal bubble. "I knew. Of course I knew Eddie. Do you think I don't know hanky code?"

Eddie scoffed at that, struggling to process all thats being said to him. "You don't know Dorothy."

Steve's smile softened. He rested his elbow on the bar and used his fingers to lightly brush a stray strand fallen from Eddie's bun behind his ear. Eddie tensed, wanting to fall into the touch, but still hesitant. As Steve made the move, he spoke. "I... lied." He looked shyly at Eddie, then chuckled at Eddie's confusion and put his hand down again. "I got the feeling this was a safe space with all the secrecy, but I wasn't sure and wasn't about to risk it. Ben seems nice though."

Eddie looked long and hard at Steve. He seemed to be internally fighting with himself. "How long did you know?"

"Well since I first met you I had a little inkling because of your hanky- which I was looking at as an excuse to look at your ass fyi. But I also asked Robin and she said she thought so just due to your behavior. Gaydar or something, I guess. But if she ever found out for sure she didn't tell me due to respect of your privacy."

"Steve Harrington," Eddie gasped out. Steve cocked his head to the side (still adorable). "You were ogling my ass" Eddie acted offended and playfully smirked at Steve.

"Oh Eddie," Steve said slyly, looking somewhere far below Eddies eyes. Steve licked his lips and returned his gaze to Eddies through his own eyelashes. "I've been ogling so much more than your ass."

Eddie froze in place. His smile faltered for a moment and Steve caught it. Steve caught how a flushed pink crawled onto Eddie's skin in the dimmed lights of the bar. Then just at that moment- "Hey! Barkeep, stop googly eyein your boy you brought in huh? Ya gotta customer. Do your job" Micky shouted at Eddie.

Eddie cleared his throat and clumsily stumbled to the girl waiting to have her order taken. He felt Steve's eyes on him heavily as he took the orders. Even more so when he was making the drinks, using the silver cups to mix the fancy alcoholic drinks that they probably charged a little too much for. Once he poured the drink for the last person in line, Eddie looked over to Steve. "What do you fancy, Steve?" Steve started to smile but Eddie cut in, "I swear to god if you say something cheesy like 'you' im gonna lose it."

Steve's smile fell into a look of mild surprise. Then he chuckled, "Do you just have a beer?"

"Sure, babe." Eddie said out of habit. He always said that to customers. When Steve lifted an eyebrow Eddie tried to ignore it. He grabbed Steve their most popular beer and slid it over. "On me."

"Thanks 'babe." Steve grinned.

"Oh shut up." Eddie groaned at the tease.

Steve popped the tab on the can. "Oh what, you don't like it?"

Eddie ignored the question, "So, what's your story, Steve? Are you gay or are you just messing with me now?"

Steve seemed... shocked, even concerned by the question. “Oh uhm. Man,” Steve laughed awkwardly, “I thought you realized by now.” Eddie looked confused. “I’ve been flirting with you this whole time Eds, not just tonight, but for a while.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What, why?”

Steve continued to look at him awkwardly. “Because I like you..? You’re hot and I wanna flirt with you because the way you react is really funny and cute. I mean, you’re so easy to fluster but you don’t realize other people even know you’re flustered. You think you’re being discreet but you’re really not.”

Eddie flushed at that, just proving Steve’s point. “So what, I've just been too shallow to notice you’re gay and into me?”

“Bisexual, actually. And yeah I guess. Rob has even tried to drop you hints, but you never act on anything so we assumed you either weren’t into it or you just weren’t picking up on it.”

Eddie huffed, “definitely the latter.”

“Oh, so you’re into it?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to Steve’s. “Uh, I wouldn’t say im not..”

“So you’re indifferent?” Steve pestered.

“I'm into it, okay? I'm into you, Steve, I have been. I'm just really surprised that for once in my life I’m getting just- handed what I want. This isn’t typical and I’m just waiting to wake up.” Eddie rushed the words out as if they could bite him if he didn’t.

Steve placed a hand on Eddie’s. “You won't, I'm not a dream. And I hope its obvious but, I’m into you too. In fact this whole conversation has been driving me crazy because I’m so into you. I wanna slam you onto this bar and fuck you senseless but noooo,” he dragged out the ‘o’ dramaticaly, “you’re working… technically, and we have to be talking about feelings and being surprised that we’re both gay or something.” Steve looked at Eddie pointedly.

Eddie’s breath hitched at the confession. At the idea of Steve fucking him here, now, right over this counter where everyone can see. It drove him kinda crazy.

“And these,” Steve reached over the counter to grab Eddie’s waist and pull him closer. Once he had done so, he let his hand slowly drift up to Eddie’s chest. When Eddie looked at Steve, all he saw was Steve looking back at him, biting his lip. Something clearly eager on his face. Then Eddie jolted as he felt his nipple piercing being toyed with. “This fucking piercing Eddie, god, and this slutty fucking shirt. Really, how much do you usually make in tips? How much do you get laid? Every night you work?” Steve flicked the piercing again at the end of his sentence before putting his hands back to himself.

Eddie felt so hyper aware of the fact that they are in his place of work. Many people around them that could be watching. Most of which would probably understand what is happening a little too well- being in the bdsm and kink community. He still felt hot where Steve had touched him. Eddie took a deep breath, and once he felt somewhat calm again he said, “I haven’t worked many shifts yet,” He cleared his throat and regained his posture, “but I like to think most of the guys in this building wanna fuck me bad and hard.”

Steve’s eyes widened but he smirked. It made him seem a little manic. “Oh is that so? Are there any you’d let fuck you, ‘bad and hard’?”

A customer walked up to the bar. There hadn't been many of them. Maybe most people felt the tension between Steve and Eddie and decided to steer clear.

“Maybe one.” Eddie winked at Steve in the same moment he flicked his own piercing, then spared no moment to help the customer. Steve scoffed in disbelief. This boy was gonna be the death of him. He couldn’t wait.

Once Eddie finished up with the customer, Steve was getting ready to leave. Eddie raised an eyebrow at him. “When does your shift end? I’ll be back then to pick you up since you don’t have a ride.”

“Uh- seven.” Eddie stumbled, confused.

“Great, I’ll be back then. And in the meantime, how bout you think about all the surfaces in this place I could bend you over. Then let me know if you’d actually wanna act it out at my place once you get off work. Bye.” And before Eddie could even respond or process half of what was said Steve grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him into a deep kiss. Eddie melted into it faster than he would have liked to admit. Steve swiped at Eddie’s lips with his tongue and then just as fast as the kiss started, it ended. Then Steve was leaving. Was this how he always got his girls back in highschool? Get them riled up then leave then wanting more? Hell of a way… it was working.

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Eddie was jittery for the rest of his shift. He wanted to do what Steve said and just fantasize about what that man could do to him all night. However, Eddie had work. He didn’t think popping… another, boner would help anything. So he focused on cleaning and serving as many people as he could until Steve came back for him.

When Steve did come back, he had changed his outfit. He was previously wearing one of his cozy mom sweaters and jeans, now he’s still sporting the jeans, but now he had his hair more puffy and well done. He's wearing a white shirt and a brown jacket over it, and some cool guy shades.

Eddie got into the car and choked out a muttered “you look nice.”

Steve smiled at him, “you too.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Oh please, I just worked a seven hour shift, you don't need to lie to me.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “I'm not.” He then started the car. “What did you decide, my house or yours?”

“Please, your house. Of course.” Eddie rushed out, but then tried to not seem that desperate.

“Oh?” Steve asked simply as he started the drive.

Eddie hummed agreeably.

“No elaboration?” Steve asked playfully.

“Steve, we’ve established I want you. I want to be in your house while you’re in me. Get that?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to hum agreeably. “Did you think about what I told you to?”

“No, Steve, I didn't think getting hard at work again was a good idea.”

Steve raised his eyebrows. “Again?” He glanced over at Eddie who looked away shyly. “Aw, poor thing, did I get you riled up?” Steve patted his hand on Eddie’s thigh as if he was trying to soothe him, then just rested it there.

His hand wasn't near Eddie’s knee, but it wasn't on his crotch either. The position along with the comment was enough to make Eddie hot. He tried to close his eyes and control his breathing to calm down. Once Steve noticed what he was doing he moved his hand ever so slightly higher, barely brushing his pinky against Eddie’s dick.

This drew an involuntary whine out of Eddie, it was soft and quiet but Eddie knew it was loud enough for Steve to hear. He saw Steve smirk right before he noticed them pulling up to Steve’s house. Eddie felt nervous, the past 8 hours have already had so many twists he wasn't expecting. Now, when they walk through Steve’s door, what's going to happen could change their friendship forever.

Eddie decided he wanted to take hold of that change. The moment they got through the door Eddie pushed Steve into the closest wall he could and got his mouth on Steve’s the moment he was able.

The kiss was heated immediately. Steve shoved his tongue into Eddie’s mouth and basically shoving it down his throat. Eddie held onto Steve’s waist under his shirt, feeling and taking in his skin. The prickle of Steve’s hair of his happy trail, scars he has from demonic fights of the upside down and some which were probably from highschool fights and sports.

Steve put his hands in Eddie’s hair and began pulling and teasing it at the same time that he pulled on Eddie’s lip with his teeth. Eddie whined at the bite. His hair eventually fell from the bun he had it up in. His hips involuntarily bucked up when Steve latched onto his throat, teeth grazing his skin before biting down lightly, but still hard enough for Eddie to feel a sting.

Steve lifted his mouth off of Eddie completely to look Eddie in the eyes. Steve pulled Eddie’s hair back as he pushed his thigh in between Eddie’s legs. He moved his arms onto the sides of Eddie’s ribs, just above his waist.

Eddie groaned and dropped his head onto Steve’s shoulder. He braced himself by moving his own hands to the sides of Steve’s arms.

“Little bit of touching and you just go pliant, huh?” Steve teased breathlessly to which Eddie huffed at. Steve flipped them so that Eddie was against the wall and Steve was still pressing against Eddie’s sensitive hardon. Steve grabbed onto Eddie’s waist and moved Eddie to grind on his thigh. Eddie threw his head back into the wall with a loud thud and bit his lip. Steve watched, chuckling at the submission and openness. Steve continued to guide Eddie’s hips, “Aw Eds, you can do better than this.” He enunciated the last word by replacing his thigh with his hand, cupping Eddie’s dick and pressing into it.

“Mmmfgh, Steve, shut up.” Eddie pushed Steve off of him. Steve seemed confused for a moment, as if he’d messed up somehow, until Eddie dropped to his knees and fiddled with Steve’s pants. He tried to get the button undone but damn, Steve wore tight pants, and the button was so big for the hole it was supposed to fit in.

Steve smiled at Eddie’s struggle before he pulled Eddie’s head back by his hair with his left hand and swatted Eddie’s away with his right. He then undid the button expertly with the one hand, and let go of Eddie’s hair so he could continue his work.

As quick as he could get his hands on Steve, Eddie pulled down Steve’s pants just as much as he needed then did the same with his boxers. “Shit.” Eddie muttered out once he pulled out Steve’s dick.

Steve smirked, “they don’t call me King Steve for nothing, Eddie.”

It was a solid eight to nine inches. Thick and heavy. Prettiest dick Eddie has ever laid eyes on. It was beading with precum at the tip. Eddie felt his own cock twitch at the sight. He licked his lips and his mouth watered. His head spun.

Steve tried to bite down a chuckle, but once Eddie licked at the tip and put his lips around it, the chuckle came out at an odd noise like “ha!-aughmmm, hmm” humming at the end of it. Eddie dragged his fingernails over the fabric on Steve’s thigh. Eddie looked up and made eye contact with Steve, giving him his best ‘fuck me’ eyes. Steve’s jaw dropped open and his breath got heavier.

Once Eddie realized his effect on Steve, that he had him right where he wanted him, he went down on Steve’s dick as far as he could. He felt it hit the back of his throat and there was still about two inches of Steve’s shaft he couldn’t fit in. He put his hands around what he couldn’t fit and swallowed around him, tightening his throat. Steve braced his hand over Eddie's head, against the wall.

“Eddie, holy shit man.” Eddie responded by humming. Steve’s other hand immediately flew back to Eddie’s hair and pulled him off his cock. Eddie looked at Steve, confused with puffy lips. “Be a good boy for me and go slow, yeah?” Steve guided Eddie’s head back to his tip.

Eddie made a show of sticking out his tongue in the sluttiest way he could. He then gently put it to Steve’s tip. Steve said go slow, so he’d go slow. He licked up the slit ungodly slow, then started to circle around the whole tip at the same pace, all while holding eye contact.

Steve breathed out a sigh. “Fuckin brat, get up.” He pulled on Eddie’s hair till he stood up, then dragged him by the hair to his room. Eddie shouldn’t be turned on by it, it was almost disrespectful. They hadn’t talked anything through and god- Eddie didn’t think Steve would be into anything non-vanilla but he is clearly into some sort of kink. Already, mild degradation and pet play are shown. Eddie was here for it.

When they got to the entrance of Steve’s room Steve stopped them and let go of Eddie’s hair. “Before we continue, you doing okay? If you want me to stop or change anything at any point just say the word.”

Checking in, consent. Maybe Eddie didn’t give Steve enough credit. More than Eddie gave him before slamming him into the wall but… seems like Steve was into it so- “uh yeah, everything’s great Steve. Still hard as a rock though.” Eddie smirked playfully.

Steve smirked back at him and licked his lips. He looked Eddie up and down. “First, how much do you like that shirt?”

Eddie swears his eyes dilated at that. “Do whatever the fuck you want to it, Steve.”

“Awsome, now get on the bed. I want those slutty ass jeans off and your ass up.” Without an answer, Steve walked into his room and looked in his night stand for something. Eddie immediately stumbled to take his pants off along with his boxers and dove onto the bed. He arched his back as pretty as he could and rested his head on a pillow. The pillow smelt like Steve and his hair products.

Steve started walking to the foot of his bed, dragging his fingers along Eddie’s spine. Once he reached the foot of the bed he crawled onto it. He swiped his fingers over Eddie’s ass, leaving behind a glob of lube. He then, without much warning, dipped a finger in. Eddie’s body jumped and shook at the sensation.

Once Steve could fit a second finger in he took them out, lined up his cock, and held onto Eddie’s waist. “You like pain at all baby? Or do you think you need more prep?”

Eddie groaned, “mm-mmn” and pushed his ass back onto Steve’s dick. But before Eddie could get anything, Steve pulled his dick away.

“Uh-uh. Use your words, Eddie.”

Eddie whined, “Steve c’mon.”

“Alright.” Steve started to get off of the bed before Eddie nearly shouted.

“No! No, alright? Okay, Steve, please- please put it in? I need it so bad, need you. Been wanting this for so fucking long, don’t make me wait longer.” Eddie’s curls cascaded over the pillow as his almost muffled voice came out tentatively but stern.

Without saying anything else Steve pressed his head against Eddie’s ass once again, then slowly slipped it in. Eddie’s hole stretched around it, he moaned through the pain. A sadist and a masochist. Perfect pairing. Eddie started moving with Steve’s thrusts, fucking himself on his cock.

Steve reached up and grabbed the back of Eddie’s shirt by the collar, pulling until Eddie got the memo. Eddie pushed off his hands and got on his knees. Steve reached around, under Eddie’s arms, and grabbed the front part of Eddie’s collar of his shirt. Steve bit into the junction of Eddie’s shoulder and neck right as he pulled down on the collar.

The shirt ripped easily enough, and Eddie’s chest was exposed. Steve’s hands immediately went to Eddie's nipples and those godforsaken piercings. He toyed and twisted them and bit harder into Eddie, who moaned at all the different sensations.

Then they were all gone, Steve unlatched and pulled out. “Huh-“ Eddie panted.

”On your back.” Steve commanded.

Eddie flipped onto his back, with his legs on either side of Steve. Steve’s right hand went to stroke Eddie’s dick at the same time that he latched his mouth onto Eddie’s nipple, finally feeling the bar of metal in his mouth. Then he paused.

“What-“ Steve leaned back to look at Eddie. “You really like putting metal through your sensitive parts, don’t ya baby?”

“Mhmm” Eddie whined and bucked his hips up into Steve’s hand, which Steve just chuckled at. He latched his tongue back onto Eddie’s nipple and started stroking him faster than before. “Augh, Steve, pl-please.” Eddie put his hand in Steve’s hair, ruffling it and gripping and pulling.

Steve’s hand was going up and down so fast Eddie’s head spun. He felt his stomach tighten and noises were falling out of his throat uncontrollably. “Mmph, Steve, im gonna- im gonna come.” And once again all sensations were lost. Steve sat up and took his hands off Eddie, instead he moved to put his dick back inside him. Instead of going slow like he did before, he slammed into him. He fucked into Eddie like an eager hound dog. He used his hands to toy with Eddie’s piercings and his chest.

“You’re so good for me baby-“ Steve groaned out before smashing his lips into Eddie’s, putting his hand into Eddie’s hair. Steve shoved his tongue down Eddie’s throat for the second time that night. Steve began to stroke Eddie again. Eddie felt like his body was on fire, so much was happening and all of it felt so good. He barely processed his climax coming back up.

“Steve- Steve!” Eddie yelled out as a warning before he came. Come spurting out over Steve’s fingers as he continued his brutal pace. “Steve please-“ Eddie cried out from the beginning of the overstimulation. Eddie started to tear up, but he refused to say ‘stop’ because the pain was honestly too good. Steve never stopped stroking Eddie and the stimulation on Eddie’s prostate and dick was driving him insane. Soon he was full fledge crying. He tried to hide his face with his arm but the moment Steve noticed what he was doing, he took his free hand and pulled Eddie’s arm away. Once Steve saw his face, tears streaking down his cheeks, eyes bloodshot, lips puffy, he came immediately. His brutal pace just got faster, fucking through the orgasm. His body shook along with Eddie’s, who came for a second time purely from the sweet feeling of pain.

Soon enough Steve slowed down and pulled out of Eddie and looked over at him. “You okay, Eds?”

Eddie sighed shakily. “More than, thank you Stevie. Can we uh.. sleep? I'm exhausted.”

“Sure baby. First, here.” Steve pulled off what remained of Eddie’s shirt off him and used it to wipe off Eddie's cum from his hands and Eddie’s dick. “There.” He then kissed Eddie on the forehead and laid down next to him so they could both fall asleep.

AU where after a fight with his dad, Steve’s entire life implodes when he’s told that Hopper is his real father.

This just wrecks Steve. He knows that his dad is disappointed in him and that he has to work harder to make him proud, but to find out that it was impossible? That the reason it felt like his dad hated him was because he did? And - and Hopper hates him too?

It never occurs to Steve that maybe Hopper didn’t know. All he can think about is how easy it was for Hopper to adopt El, so it’s not that he didn’t want kids. He just didn’t want Steve in his life.

He doesn’t tell anyone about it for a long time - not even Robin - and then one day blurts it out. To Callahan.

Callahan says, “You know, Hopper is like a father-figure to me so-“

“Hopper is my father.”

And then Steve just breaks down in tears and Callahan thinks to himself that there was probably a better way to start off telling this kid to stop trespassing.

Monster town S2, P2!

A note: Parts 1, 2, and 3 happen simultaneously. Parts 4 and 5 (possibly 6) happen simultaneously.

Worldbuilding: 1–2–3

Season 1: 1–2–3–4–5–6–7–8

Season 2: 1–2

This is what happens when two intellectuals get together to solve problems. If the story sounds weird, sorry, never really been smart before.

(You ever heard of She-Ra?)

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Nancy wrapped a bag of ice in a dish towel, before walking back into the main area. The bodies of the basketball players were still up against the walls, hopefully only asleep. There were about 8 of them, with an average of two per wall.

Steve had fallen fast asleep on the couch, to the point where he had started snoring. Both Nancy and Dustin knew Steve snoring loudly was highly unusual—obviously it meant whatever magic he’d used earlier was massively exhaustive. Therefore, they both made it a goal to try and be as quiet as possible so they wouldn’t wake him.

In theory, that’d mean moving rooms in order to provide him more silence while they talked and strategized.

The main issue with that was what if any of the basketball players woke up? It would leave Steve completely defenseless. Not to mention Dustin, either, who’d completely refused to leave his side once everyone left. Nancy assumed it was some sort of werewolf pack thing, since it was very clear by the way he had positioned Steve’s arm over his torso: he needed sensory comfort.

She handed the ice pack over to the kid, before sitting herself in front of him criss-crossed.

That was another thing, too. When Dustin was pushed down, he was pushed down on his bad ankle. By Nancy’s suggestion (requirement) he was sitting and icing it for 20-30 minutes.

“I don’t need this,” Dustin raised an eyebrow, trying to give the ice pack back. Nancy shook her head and shoved it back to him.

“I don’t care,”

“I have super healing!” Nancy rolled her eyes.

“And I still want you healing the tried-and-true human way. Steve would agree with me if he was awake,” she raised an eyebrow, and Dustin sighed.

He couldn’t fight her on that one, and she knew it.

“What do you think happened with Steve?” Dustin asked, “I have my ideas but I want to know yours,”

Nancy shook her head. She wasn’t on any research teams, only the main theorizing one.

“I understand it’s probably related to being a siren. You saw how he re-shifted when the wind picked up, right?”

Dustin nodded. “Yup. I was reading earlier; Mélusine descendants have wind powers. I wonder if he’s powerful enough that he just can’t control it.”

"That would make sense, especially since his line is direct. Could Eddie teach him anything to help midigate any future outbursts?”

Dustin shrugged. “No clue. Plus, Steve’s response indicated this has all happened before. He wasn’t even shocked!”

Nancy nodded wildly. She’d noticed that too, how nonchalant Steve’s response to the whole ordeal was. If that had happened before though, who had that happened to? Had anyone gotten hurt in the process?

“He wasn’t. If he hadn’t explained why he stopped using sirenspeak, I would’ve thought maybe that stopped him from using magic,”

Dustin frowned, looking as if he was processing through an idea.

“What if…he did? What if he had more magic, but whatever he did changed him, and from then on he only ventured so far as to sirenspeak people?”

Nancy’s eyes widened.

“Then when the demogorgon happened, he bottled up the last parts of him left, and this was the first time he’d let anything go,”

Dustin’s eyes widened in tandem, and they both panned their gaze to Steve, still sound asleep.

There was a brief pause.

“How many books did you collectively check from the library again?” Nancy asked, attempting to see if there was anything she could scrap to find a historical narrative there. Maybe there was something in one of the books that said why Steve was so powerful, or alluded to how or when Steve had his first outburst.

“You’re not gonna find what you need, not many books actually go in depth with siren magic, much less siren anatomy,” Dustin shook his head, “That being said, Steve’s dad has a good collection of books in his office. Maybe one of those could help?”

Nancy nodded and started getting up.

“Be right back,” she said, but Dustin stopped her before she walked away.

“Wait, one thing before you go, did you hear that song?”

Nancy frowned, looking at Dustin.

“What song?”

“Okay, that answers my question. It’s the song that played in the air while Steve was doing his whole,” he made large wind movements with his hands, and Nancy understood.

“Nope. Remember, if there’s anyone in the group who could hear as well as you, it’s a Sinclair,”

“One sec—you stay with Steve,” Dustin got up, bolting (with his limp) to Steve’s basement. Nancy tried to protest, but he pretended not to hear her.

Stubborn dick.

10 minutes later, Dustin came out holding an electric keyboard over his shoulder. He set it up near the couch, turning it on. It seemed like he was trying to play the melody he’d heard, but he kept screwing up whatever note he was playing.

“Bb…Gb—no, Ab…E—no, F—no, Eb…”

Nancy walked away, since that was something Dustin could manage on his own. She walked towards Steve’s dad’s office—which Steve had never allowed her into before—opening the door to the most sad, beige room she’d ever seen.

The most important thing about it was the large shelves covering the right wall, all completely filed with books on books.

The first book that caught Nancy’s eye was something in the runic script from Steve’s book. She had no clue what the title was or what any of it said, but something in her gut told her it was something she needed.

The second book that caught her eye had no title or cover, but when Nancy looked inside seemed to be a diary of sorts in English. She put both books on the desk as she looked for a third book—the same gut feeling said she had only one more book to look for.

The book in question was large and red, coated in copper runes, and completely bound by a bright, tight red ribbon. As she analyzed it further, it almost looked like—

“NANCY WHEELER,”

————

I’d like to know: any suspicions on who the last voice is? It’s not Dustin, but still someone very important to the plot.

And yes, Dustin is a little choir boy. Because he is a little choir boy and he’s Dustin, that means he definitely is a music theory nerd and knows at least enough piano to get by. It’s quite literally the math of music.

The correct sequence he’s trying to play is Bb-Ab-Eb-Gb-Rest-Bb-Ab-Eb-Db. For my fellow music people, go and play it! It’s completely unrelated to the plot but it is a cutesy little Easter egg.

Finally, again, anyone heard of She-Ra?

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not even in a sexual way but i’m just craving affection because i feel like crap i just want someone to hug me for a couple of hours and tell me i’m going to be okay 

Steddie comfort read rec list part 2

i asked y'all to tell me your most re-read fics and there were too many to include in one list, so (throws confetti) more fic for you! [part 1 here][part 3 in progress]

a map of everyone who loves you by phonemicengineer T | 7k | recced by @flintandfuss

a mess of holy things by ghosttotheparty E | 138k | recced by @kissthegypsy

Anywhere, Anytime by AidaRonan (@aidaronan) M | 6k | recced by @flintandfuss

Are You Dumb Enough Yet, Princess? by BatsBratsandBarbedwire (@batsbratsandbarbedwire) E | 5k | recced by @gothwifehotchner

Crazier Shit Has Happened, Little Bird by BatsBratsandBarbedwire (@batsbratsandbarbedwire) E | 97k | recced by @prettymoongirly and @gothwifehotchner

Do You Mind? (will you mind?) by GreenQueenofClubs E | 44k | recced by @teddywesworl

dogfish by greatunironic (@greatunironic) T | 26k | recced by @cashewnutofdoom

He Knows Only Two Stories by teddywesworl (@teddywesworl) E | 19k | recced by @carbonbased000

Hello, I'm Sorry, I Lost Myself (I Think I Thought You Were Someone Else) by DiscoSuperFly E | 67k | recced by @kultiras-fic-recs

I Am Not The Sun by beetlesandstars (@beetlesandstarss) M | 6k | recced by @kas-eddie-munson

lightning strikes; you're in love by rosterroo T | 90k | recced by @kultiras-fic-recs

Maybe 10% Better by BilbosMom M | 38k | recced by @flintandfuss

Of Space and Time by Appledagger (@appledaggerst) M | 56k | recced by @steddiecameraroll

Play On by little_murmaider G | 1.6k | recced by @flintandfuss

reach out, touch faith by occasional_loverboy (@occasionaloverboy) E | 9k | recced by @postmodernau

Shot Right Through by entanglednow (@entanglednow) E | 5k | recced by @queenie-ofthe-void

Sleight of Hand by smithereen (@flieslikeamoron) E | 143k | recced by @onirislanding and @teddywesworl

Star of the Masquerade by glorious_spoon (@glorious-spoon) M | 65k | recced by @rosyhoneydew

Steddie Amnesia Verse by purpleweekend E | 167k | recced by @kissthegypsy

The Great Scavenger Hunt of 1986 and podfic by wynnyfryd T | 8k | recced by @messessentialist

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic (@greatunironic) E | 35k | recced by @batsbratsandbarbedwire

The Rush of Thunder (That Brings You Under) by callmejude (@callmejude) E | 125k | recced by @onirislanding

the shame is on the other side by scoops_ahoy M | 18k | recced by @kas-eddie-munson

took you for a working boy by pukner (@pukner) M | 44k | recced by @paperbackribs

We are Stardust, We are Golden by idiopathic smile and podfic by Itty_Bitty_Blondie M | 26k | recced by @messessentialist and @onirislanding

We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by Oonionchiver E | 88k | recced by @kissthegypsy

you must have known for a long time (the shape of things to come) by bramble_berries (@bramble-berries) E | 32k | recced by @queenie-ofthe-void

Now I have lost the smile too 😭😭😭😭😭

#wereshifter au: 1 | 2 |

Werewolf Steve but Eddie's the only one out of the loop. One day Dustin found him in the park petting dogs and Eddie unloaded on him his childhood dream of having a pet. Dustin immediatelly goes to Steve to dish the info, waggling his eyebrows the whole time.

A couple days later Eddie makes friends with a huge dog with fluffy brown fur who wanders the park without an owner and seems interested in the metalhead's attention exclusively.

We know that Facebook is brainscorching your parents and tiktok is brainscorching your cousins, but some of you refuse to admit that you got your brain scorched here. However unlike those sites there isn't an algorithm here you just make bad choices.

Oh yea i feel that! I was in a constant autistic burn out and also depressed, when i found the "Steve Harrington needs a hug" fandom (aka Stranger Things Fandom). I cried more than once, because the last time had feelings like this, was when i was like 12 to 15 Years old and was reading als much One Piece fanfiction as i could find. I couldn't stand up to make me dinner, however i could read. I barly could make me go to work, however i could read on the train ride to work and in my breaks and on the way back home. I did not have suicidal tendencies that stoped because of my hyperfixation. I had a little bit control of my life back, i had happiness, I had something that could ease my thoughts and got my thoughts to a other place than missery. i had a ventil to take breaks from life to get my energy back for the things i had to do. i couldn't just stop working, because it was an apprenticeship, so i had to just make the three years and the final test. I had "just" to get to the end. My hyperfixation helped me! It saved a part of my soul. it saved a good part of my creativity and happines! It is still here, even if i live in better times now. Your Hyperfixation can love you in sickness and health

Having a hyperfixation while being in a depressed episode is so fucking crazy. All Food tastes bad and I can’t bring myself to shower and reading for an assignment sounds like waterboarding but show me a good fic of Boo Boo Johnnykins and suddenly the world is sunny and for Boo Boo Johnnykins I won’t kill myself for another day

Diagnosed with Hanahaki, a genetic autoimmune disease, as a child, Steve has learned to live with it. Along the way, he finds a family and falls in love with Eddie. He is never cured, but he lives.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

After a few hours of talking, Steve decided what to do: for the next few days, he would just go to work as usual (after all, he couldn't miss any more) while his body began to adjust to the new medications, and once he felt more settled and at peace with himself, he would go to Eddie, then Hopper and Joyce, and then the kids.

In Robin's opinion, he should come out as soon as possible, but Steve thought it was a much better idea to alert Eddie about his health condition, see how he dealt with it, and only in a few weeks, after he had already gone through all the difficult conversations he knew he would have, talk about his feelings.

“What if he agrees to date me out of pity, Robin? I couldn’t stand it.”

“Eddie has a lot of feelings for you, but pity isn’t one of them. He looks at you like he wants to put that whole ‘eat the rich’ thing into action.”

“Maybe, maybe.” Steve reluctantly agreed, only because he knew Robin had the best intentions, but he didn’t have the same perception he did. They were in the kitchen, Robin having demanded to make a healthy breakfast. “But he only knows me as a high school athlete and a…”

“Fighter in the Upside Down?” Robin offered. She was looking right at him, having abandoned the fruit she was cutting. “A protector? Hero?” She pointed at Steve with the knife, her knuckles white. Steve stared until Robin set the knife down on the counter.

“Yeah. A fighter, a hero, a protector. Whatever. That’s how he knows me.” Steve crossed his arms. “Someone capable. Physically, at least. I’ve never been very smart, we don’t have the same hobbies, I’m not as passionate about music as he is. I can’t even smoke if he wants to spend his time smoking.” He ran a hand through his hair, already feeling his chest tighten, his breath starting to run out. “I can’t even get a job without you to convince someone to hire me.”

“Steve…”

“I’m not saying I’m terrible or anything. I’m not, you know that, but the only thing that’s exceptional about me is this illness and my involvement with the Upside Down. If it happens again, I don’t think I’ll be any use. I won’t be the hero you’re talking about anymore. It would be too much to ask Eddie to want me right after finding out the truth. So I’ll tell him, but only after he understands what it means to have Hanahaki.”

The discussion ended there, with a hug and Robin admitting that he was right and betting that she was right too. Eddie was in love, she was sure of it.

Despite believing that she had everything planned and resolved, a few hours after Robin left, Steve saw his plans being ruined by a hesitant and quiet knock on the door, followed by two loud knocks and another slightly quieter one. Steve opened the door and saw Eddie, who looked strange, rocking on his toes and looking around as if he were being chased by Vecna ​​himself.

As soon as their eyes met, Eddie twisted his hair and asked if he could come in. Steve let him, because he couldn't deny Eddie anything, but he still didn't feel ready to face him.

Steve turned his back and walked to the kitchen, because at least he could pretend to be busy cooking, just so he wouldn't have to face Eddie head on.

At first, Eddie didn't say anything, just watched as Steve put vegetables on the counter.

"Did I do something?"

"Hmm?" Steve hummed without turning around.

"You've been avoiding everyone. Dustin said he talked to you on the phone, you checked on Max a few times, and I know you've been answering all the kids on the walkie-talkie."

"Yes."

“I don’t understand. I thought everything was fine. That we were fine.”

Eddie’s voice was so weak that, against his better judgment, Steve turned to him.

“We’re fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t…” Suddenly, his face turned as red as a tomato. “Didn’t I do anything to make you uncomfortable?”

And because he was a weak man, Steve leaned closer.

“No, of course not.” Steve smiled, wanting to make Eddie comfortable. “Why would you think that?”

“It’s been almost a month since we last saw each other.”

“I know.” The answer was so low and shaky that Eddie stopped playing with his hair.

“It was right after we left here, me and Wayne.” Eddie says, as if Steve didn’t know that. “I figured you might want some space, at first, because I can be pretty tiresome.”

“Nah, man, I never get tired of you.”

Eddie blushed again and looked pleased.

“Then I thought maybe you were upset about the move.”

“What? No, I know you guys need your own space. It’s not to offend me or anything.”

Eddie blinked owlishly and then laughed.

“Uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed as me.”

“Ah!” Steve felt his face heat up. “Ah.”

With an appraising look, Eddie took a step forward. A huge step, which put the two of them almost chest to chest.

“Eddie…”

“I even thought you might have been hurt that you didn’t help unload our things when we moved, you know?”

“I wouldn’t be upset about something like that.” Steve mumbled, still not having the courage to walk away and wanting to run for the hills.

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie whispered almost inaudibly and Steve was forced to follow his mouth to understand. “That’s why I dismissed the idea.” Then he smiled and Steve had no doubt that he was caught ogling. “I couldn’t sleep well, because every time I woke up in the middle of the night, I remembered you.”

“Hm. Yeah. I… I almost looked for you last night, I guess I still haven’t gotten used to you moving, after all.”

Having regained consciousness, Steve prepared to step out of Eddie's bubble of personal space, but all he had to do was put one foot back and he was pulled back in. Despite the growing tension between them, the last thing he expected was to be kissed.

I warned you, Dingus! A voice sounding suspiciously like Robin resounded in his mind.

When Eddie tried to deepen the kiss, Steve remembered the bitter taste on his tongue, the traces of blood in his mouth, and felt disgusted and embarrassed. This time, it was easy to get some space.

For a few seconds, they didn't say anything, but Eddie looked so pale and scared, ready to run away, that Steve managed to force the words he had been dreading out of his mouth.

“I have Hanahaki.”

“What?” Eddie straightened up. “How? Who? Why?”

Although the questions were vague, Steve understood.

“My mom has it too. I was diagnosed when I was 9, almost 10.”

“10 years?” Eddie sighed. “10?”

Steve leaned against the kitchen counter, because he was tired, but he didn't want to have this conversation sitting down.

“Hanahaki?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” Steve nodded. Eddie, alarmed, began to pace back and forth, stopping to look at Steve every few steps. “Hanahaki, that disease with roots in the chest? That destroys the lungs? The love sickness?”

“It's not like I described it, but yes, that's it.”

“Who was it, Steve? Was it Nancy?”

“What? No, man.” Steve laughed a broken laugh. “I told you I've had Hanahaki since I was little, I didn't even know Nancy back then.”

“So, who…? Was it your p…?”

“I don't know if you know this, but Hanahaki has genetic factors, as well as environmental ones. It manifested itself in my mother, then in me.”

“Your mother has Hanahaki?!” He seemed increasingly incredulous.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and I think it needs to be now, before you say or do anything. Listen to everything I’m going to say, please.”

Eddie nodded in stunned silence.

“It’s scary, Eddie.” Steve said quietly, trying to find the right words. It was easier with Robin, maybe because he didn’t feel like he had to impress her, maybe because he already knew she would be by his side, maybe because he had left out so much. “Because I lived practically my entire life with Hanahaki. I don’t remember much of anything before the diagnosis, so I can’t compare it to… You know, a healthy body. I did a lot of things while I was sick, so I guess… I don’t know, I guess I thought I could do this, you know? That I could be strong all the time, that I could always run, be strong, that I… Geez, I said that before, right? Be strong.” Steve laughed humorlessly. “I could be an athlete who goes to the hospital almost every month and needs medication every day… I’ve had Hanahaki for 10 years. I’ve done a lot of things.” Eddie opened his mouth, but Steve held up a hand, so he pressed his lips together and waited. “I guess I didn’t even realize I was in the easy part. I didn’t stop to think about how much worse things would actually get, and I feel like it’s finally caught up with me.”

“Steve, you’re not going to die. You’re going to be okay, we’ll figure it out, anythi—”

“No, please. You have to listen, I’m just trying to think. It’s hard to talk about this. The only person who’s really listened to me is Robin, and we haven’t talked about it that much, so I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how I should say this, so it might take a while. I need to think.”

After a few moments of silence, Steve assessed Eddie. Before Vecna, Eddie had always been so full of life, so loud, so theatrical. Steve had noticed it at school and when he picked up the kids after the Hellfire Club. After the spring, he changed, as they all did. He carried an air of tragedy wherever he was, lost in thoughts of suffering, inspiring infinite sadness at times. But he never looked like this. So still, barely breathing, and yet so alert, so aware of everything. His eyes never stopped moving on Steve, almost as if he was waiting to be able to see Hanahaki.

Steve thought that if he wanted to, he could stay silent and Eddie wouldn’t argue, because people could give in so easily when they thought you were going to die with the slightest disturbance.

“I’m not going to be okay and I don’t want anyone to promise me that. Now I’m going to tell you because it’s scary. I thought a lot about how to tell you this… It’s scary because I’ve known Hanahaki for years, but this disease still surprises me. A few months ago, I was so much more capable than I am now. I’m losing things all the time. Basic, simple, easy things. Things that I once took for granted. That’s what you need to understand before you…”

Steve looked into Eddie's eyes and blushed, because he could hardly admit that there was something between them without being sure that everything was clear. Of course, that was when Hanahaki decided to act and he coughed until he bent over, barely able to breathe. Eddie approached uncertainly and trembling, but Steve just stepped back and took a Hanahaki inhaler. From his pocket, he took a handkerchief and spat out some blood with pieces of the roots half dissolved.

The silence stretched on.

"That's it. That wasn't even bad. But it wasn't normal either, I'm just going through a bad moment, but I'm already treating it, I'll get better, it just won't be the same as it was before Spring." Steve explained embarrassed. "I don't want you to commit to anything without being sure what you're getting into and I have no problem waiting."

Eddie grabbed Steve's hands, not caring about the handkerchief, which got his hands dirty too. His eyes, the first thing Steve noticed romantically, were huge and scared.

“Steve, I won't regret it, you don't have to worry about that.”

Although he appreciated the sentiment, Steve got irritated and pulled his hands away.

“Well, what I need now is to make sure you're sure.”

“Okay, whatever you want. I promise.”

“It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that you don't know what Hanahaki is like. I know what it's like.”

“I'll research it, I'll learn everything. I'll become an expert at this! I swear.” The promise drew a wet laugh from Steve and, as if by magic, Eddie felt infinitely lighter. His eyes lit up and he reached out his hands once more, hovering over Steve's arms. “Can I hug you?”

At Steve's nod, they approached. Very slowly and with uncharacteristic caution, Eddie placed his hands on Steve's back. Steve huffed out a laugh and squeezed Eddie tightly, pulling him even closer.

"I won't break."

After that, the conversation was vague. Steve figured Eddie had a million questions, but he settled for asking if, even though he didn't know much about Hanahaki yet, he could stay and spend the night. As a friend of Steve's and nothing more.

For what seemed like the thousandth time, they lay down on the bed in Eddie's old room. There were no more personal items there, but Steve hadn't even changed the sheets yet, which were messed up on the bed as if they were waiting for Eddie to come back from a trip to the bathroom. He was kind enough not to comment, even though it was obvious he had noticed.

Unlike all the times they had slept together before, this time they cuddled. Maybe it wasn't the best idea for Steve's poor heart, but he was too tired to even think about fighting. To fill the silence, Eddie told him about a book he had been reading lately.

Just as he was almost asleep, Steve felt Eddie murmur something near his ear and asked him to repeat it.

“I asked if you’re going to need a transplant. I read about it once.”

“Probably.”

“Okay.” Eddie tightened his arms around Steve. “I can be your donor, Stevie.” Steve shook with laughter and felt Eddie’s smile on the back of his neck. “What’s wrong? You don’t believe me, Sweetheart?”

“Robin promised the same thing.”

“Oh, then maybe we’ll have to fight for you.”

That night, Steve fell asleep feeling like everything might turn out okay after all.

The next part is the last one. After that, I'll post some thoughts on it, for more context.

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