Eddie, Flirting: If You Were My Husband, I'd Pour Poison In Your Coffee.

Eddie, flirting: If you were my husband, I'd pour poison in your coffee.

Steve, also flirting: If you were my husband, I'd drink it.

Everyone else at Hellfire:

not to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being sincere on the internet, but your presence matters to people & your absence is felt in ways you can’t possibly realize

i have a standing bi-weekly appointment for a medical treatment, and i ended up missing a few appointments in a row for various reasons. and when i came back to the infusion center earlier this week, the nurses couldn’t stop saying that they really missed me & were wondering why i hadn’t been in

it had never occurred to me that i was anything more than a job duty to them. it never occurred to me that they’d miss seeing me, even though i know that i miss seeing regular library patrons & wonder where they are when they’re away. i just never put two & two together that way

so yes, people would notice if you disappeared off the face of the earth tomorrow. yes, people smile to themselves when you walk in the door. yes, your presence matters to far more people than you realize

vampire!eddie treating his whole aversion to garlic like lactose intolerance, and italian!steve just not knowing bc eddie literally never mentions anything, just happily eats whatever steve cooks and ignores the way his mouth and stomach burn

until they're having a big dinner w the whole party and dustin's just squinting at eddie like "i thought you couldn't eat garlic?" and steve just whips around like "WHAT"

and eddie's like "it's fine!! i love your cooking!!" and steve's like "WHAT IF I KILLED YOU" and eddie's like "pssht, if the bats didn't kill me, i doubt garlic will be my downfall" but after that steve is really careful to keep garlic out of eddie's food and eddie just sits there picking at it and glaring at dustin like a sullen teenager

after eddie introduces a demogorgon to one of his hellfire campaigns, the kids get a little squirmy. they're nervously looking at each other and aren't engaging as excitedly as they usually do. when he calls time, he watches dustin rummage through his backpack and produce a walkie talkie.

he watches, a bit dumbfounded, as the kid demands a 'check-in'. all at once, multiple different voices come over the channel. stating a name and then saying 'safe.' ("nancy, safe." "robin, safe." "max, safe.")

"steve?" dustin demands. there's only static. "steve!" a little more frantic this time.

"he left to pick you up." a female voice replies, "he's probably fine. you'll see him soon."

none of the kids look particularly pleased, and pack up hastily. eddie and the other hellfire members all share confused glances. he, more morbidly curious than anything else, follows the little sheep as they hurry out of the school.

dustin is fucking restless as they all stand in the empty parking lot. he won't stay still and none of them are answering any of eddie's questions. and he only gets more confused when a brown beemer pulls in, windows down and playing depeche mode through the speakers. dustin goes to sprint towards it, and he has to hold him by the collar to stop him getting run over.

the beemer pulls up and steve harrington, in all his glory, steps out, frowning. dustin wrenches out of eddie's grip and all but bodies the guy, wrapping arms tightly around his midsection. steve, still looking puzzled, hugs back. lucas and mike trail after dustin.

"we called a check-in." dustin says, a bit muffled from where his face is smushed into steve's shirt. steve goes sort of pale, and- and presses a goddamn kiss to the top of henderson's head before tightening the hug.

"shit, i'm sorry." and eddie believes him. he sounds so guilty. "i meant to replace the batteries before i left. sorry, i'm okay." dustin pulls back and scrubs at his eyes. lucas takes his place, though the hug he gives is more like one of those bro-hugs jocks seem to love. steve smiles regardless. he just ruffles mike's hair, who pouts in response but looks relieved nonetheless.

"asshole." he mutters. "rule four, walkies on at all times." steve nods as the kid half-heartedly waves goodbye to eddie and hops in the backseat of the beemer. lucas follows. dustin seems reluctant to walk around the car, to take his eyes off steve for even a second.

"you wanna stay over tonight?" steve asks, warm and gentle. he folds his arms and in that moment eddie thinks they look sort of like brothers. "robin and me were gonna watch some films. we can call your mom from mine."

the kid nods, looking a bit happier. steve slaps him on the back and motions him to get in the car. dustin swivels to hug and say goodbye to eddie (who sort of forgot he was physically present in this moment) before doing as he was told.

steve turns to eddie. which- whew! hi pretty eyes.

"sorry." he smiles and eddie can't for the life of him figure out what he's apologising for. "they, uh- yeah. them." he gestures vaguely at the car and eddie just chuckles.

"hey, man, no worries." he says, a little breathless that he's having a conversation with the steve harrington. "they okay? never seen henderson look so rattled." steve nods, then seems to think better of it and just shrugs. cocks his hip to the side (stop fucking staring at his hips, munson, lord!)

"they will be." he glances back at the beemer, which is now full of childish bickering. pauses to think and then asks, "you using demogorgons in your campaign right now?"

eddie blinks at him. "yes? yeah. what the fuck- how do you know what that is? what-" steve just laughs.

"long story." there's a haunted look in his eyes before he continues, "just, uh- that's probably what upset them. demogorgons and us- them, i mean-" he waves his hand. "bad memories. hard to explain, but... if you could..." he doesn't need to ask, seems like he doesn't know how or even if he's allowed.

"got it, ill tweak the campaign." harrington smiles at him, something small and genuine, and murmurs a thanks. offers him a fucking lift, which eddie declines, motioning to his van. harrington just nods, tells him to get home safe and then clambers back into the car, yells at the kids to put seatbelts on with all the exasperation of a single dad, and pulls away.

eddie watches them go, having seen a side of harrington he'd thought dustin had been lying about. steve harrington, the caring babysitter, everyone's older brother, a changed man.

he starts escorting the kids to the parking lot more often.

mustache steve has me thinking thoughts goddammit.

eddie is just eating his morning cereals, expecting steve to join him soon after he’s done shaving. steve had been growing a beard for some time now and he’s finally decided it’s too annoying to keep tidy and clean. but when steve finally comes out of the bathroom he’s sporting a beautiful pornstache. eddie chokes on his cereal

YESSSSS SFKJGLKFDGS, this is IT this is EXACTLY IT, YES, i'm obsessed with this idea, actually.

steve with a beard is nice. eddie likes steve with a beard.

eddie also likes that steve is shaving said beard off. ever since steve decided to grow it in, and ever since it started to actually fill out and take shape, it's been driving eddie absolutely bonkers. the beard made steve looks rugged and handsome in a mountain man kind of way, and eddie knew he had some tendencies but boy oh boy did he not realize the depth of those tendencies until this beard. he's had an even harder time controlling himself around steve lately, and it's all that god damn beard's fault.

so yeah, eddie's gonna miss that beard once it's gone, but he's grateful for the return of his sanity.

that is.

until steve walks out of the bathroom, whistling something softly under his breath as he joins eddie in the kitchen.

eddie looks up from his bowl of cereal, ready to crack some joke about steve's face being smooth as a baby's bottom once again around his mouthful of honeycomb, but then his eyes land on it.

and he promptly chokes.

it, being steve's mustache. because he didn't get rid of it all. he'd shaved the sides of the beard off and cleaned up his chin, but he'd left that stupid patch of hair right over his lip. shaped it up real neatly and, and-

he'd given himself a goddamn pornstache.

the worst part of it all? it's even sexier than the beard.

eddie does not know why, he does not know how, but goddammit, it's working for him, it's working so much.

he is a weak weak man.

he's not going to survive this.

So, there's a person on Reddit who makes screen-accurate maps of Hawkins... What a hero. (OG post link here.)