13 Works by indelicate
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“You can turn around, Steve.”
“No, it’s fine. I won’t look, I’ll just go,” Steve offers, still facing the door and so apologetic, “I’ll keep my eyes closed and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
Eddie sighs, sounding defeated. “You have to open your eyes, man. You can’t get me out of these without looking.”
Steve’s curiosity makes him turn faster than he can even think.
“Get you out of what— oh.”
Handcuffs.
Eddie’s not just standing naked at the kitchen bar, he’s handcuffed to it.
Or, Steve interrupts Eddie’s hookup and comforts him through a subdrop after. That's how it starts.
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“Hey, it’s fine.” Steve’s hand twitches like he wants to reach out assuringly, but can’t because Eddie’s boner is right there. “That… kinda happens when I do this with the guys on the team too. Just part of getting a massage.”
“The whole team, huh?” Eddie feels delirious as he blurts out, “Slut.”
Before he can clap a hand over his stupid mouth, Steve laughs and shoots back, “Virgin.”
Or, Eddie gets worked up when Steve rubs his sore muscles, but Steve doesn’t mind.
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It happens like a fever dream.
The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that’s stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that.
But then, it happens again.
Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.
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"Hello? Ed, is that you? What's all that noise? What's going on?"
"Wayne, can you come pick me up ... I’m at a party at the Harringtons’ house ... I don't wanna talk about it, man … Can you please just come get me? Please."
Eddie hangs up the phone and swallows down the lump in his throat.
He refuses to cry in Steve Harrington's kitchen.
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“I just need to know what happened, the truth of it,” is Wayne’s simple plea.
Steve shakes his head, heart in his throat, all he can say is, “Wayne, I would never hurt Eddie, I’m— I love him.”
Wayne doesn’t seem surprised by that at all, just calmly counters, “Don’t you mean loved?”
Or, Wayne gets suspicious about what really happened to Eddie when he notices that Steve Harrington keeps taking his mugs.
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“Is everything okay?” Steve offers gently, “If you need to borrow some money or use my washer or something then—”
“No, no that’s not it,” Eddie shakes his head, “I don’t need anything like that, I swear.”
“So then… Why do you keep taking my clothes, Eddie?”
Eddie lets out a small laugh, almost sad, a little bitter, “You’re really gonna make me say it, Harrington?”
Or, Steve finds out why Eddie likes wearing his clothes so much.
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“This okay?”
“Yeah it’s— shit, it’s more than okay, Steve.”
“… you’re crying, Eds.”
Eddie can’t hold back a choked off noise then, somewhere between an overwhelmed laugh and a sob.
“No one’s ever done this to me before.”
He doesn’t know if he means no one’s ever given him a bath, or braided his hair, or just any of the things Steve does for him, really.
Eddie's never had a Steve before.
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Of course Steve was born on Christmas. It’s like the universe aligned perfectly for his parents to forget his existence. He tells Eddie about years of forgotten birthdays spent alone, then he starts to apologize because it’s too much, but Eddie stops him with a certain intensity that he gets sometimes.
“Well, starting right now, fuck that. When do you want your birthday to be?”
Steve chuckles half-heartedly, tries to brush it off, “What? Eddie, c’mon, it’s not a big deal, dude.”
“No, seriously. When do you want your birthday to be, Steve?”
Or, Steve’s never really had a birthday, so Eddie gives him one.
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“I swear I’m not just bailing on another date, Robin,” the excuse is flimsy but Steve’s head is pounding too loud to think of a better one, too hungover to care, “I have— I just have things to do, alright?”
Robin’s not convinced, “Yeah right. Tell me, what is this super important “thing” that you just have to do tonight, Steve?”
“Me.”
Both their heads snap over to where none other than Eddie Munson just declared himself as “the thing Steve has to do.”
“Hate to break it to you, Buckley, but you can’t set Steve up on a date ‘cause he’s already got plans… with me.”
Or, it starts with a drunken night and a plan that Steve can’t remember making, but Eddie sure does.
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They don’t talk about it.
When Steve can’t stop touching Eddie, can’t keep his hands off, they just play with this thing, rattle its cage and let it grow wild between them.
Finally, Eddie just lets it slide right off his tongue, “You know, sweetheart, if you’re gonna keep rubbing my belly like this, you might as well put another baby in me.”
Then, all hell breaks loose between them.
Or, Steve and Eddie have baby fever.
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- Part 3 of Steddie Dads
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“Are you gonna punch another clown this year?”
Steve throws his head back and groans, “How many times do I have to tell you? He got too close and it was a reflex!”
Eddie keeps on laughing and Steve narrows his eyes, “Well, are you gonna get all paranoid about the candy again?”
"Fine," Eddie huffs at that, “It’s a new year. I won’t freak out about the candy if you make it through trick-or-treating without killing anyone. Deal?”
Or, Steve and Eddie are determined not to ruin Halloween for their daughter again.
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- Part 2 of Steddie Dads
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“Come on, Eds, don’t cry,” Steve can’t help reaching out, rubbing his back, “It’s only for a few hours. She’ll be fine when we pick her up.”
Eddie laughs wetly, “How are you telling me not to cry when you’re crying too?”
Or, Steve and Eddie’s daughter is starting school, and their four year old is the only one being an adult about it.
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- Part 1 of Steddie Dads
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“So… do you always perform like that?”
Feeling strangely flustered, Steve turned to Eddie, who looked so unbelievably satisfied with himself.
“You mean like a total rock god sent from hell to corrupt the youth? Yep, that’s all me.”
Steve shook his head, struggling to form words after watching Eddie onstage, playing his guitar like he was damn near making love to the thing.
“No, like you’re trying to make half the crowd cream their pants.”
Eddie’s amused grin filled Steve with an odd warmth, “Well that was a special effort just for you, Harrington.”
Or, Steve goes to see Eddie’s band play and finally finds what he’s been looking for.