Eddie Posts A TikTok One Weekend Thats Essentially Just A Thirst Trap Of Steve.

Eddie posts a TikTok one weekend that’s essentially just a thirst trap of Steve.

They’re in Dustin’s apartment because Steve is helping him reorganize his living room to accommodate this huge fish tank he bought on Facebook Marketplace. Eddie is there but as a long time sufferer of chronic body pain, he is not allowed to help.

And also, he doesn’t want to.

He just chilling on the couch with Dustin’s snake, Monty, while he zooms in and out on different parts of Steve.

Steve lifts one end of a heavy bookshelf and Eddie zooms in on his biceps. Steve hangs a picture frame on the wall and his shirt rides up, Eddie zooms in on the dimples on his back. Dustin says the picture needs to be moved over two inches after it’s hung up and Eddie zooms in on the annoyed way that Steve’s hands rests on his hips.

Dustin asks for Steve’s opinion and Eddie zooms in on the cute little pensive look on Steve’s face. Steve bends over and Eddie zooms in on his ass and “-Are those my jeans?”

Steve: Did you switch over my laundry like I asked you to do yesterday?

Eddie, who did not do that:

Eddie, about to cause a problem for fun:

Eddie: Bit weird to wear my pants, right? It’s like our dicks are touching.

Steve, instantly offended and outraged: Oh, you can have my dick in your mouth but not your jeans? That’s too weird for you, Eddie “The Freak” Munson???? Huh?

Eddie grins like this was exactly the outcome he wanted and opened his mouth to respond, but Dustin cuts him off like, “Guys, the rules.”

*Dramatic zoom to the letter board by the door that says BANNED (1) magnets, (2) talking about Steve’s dick*

Steve: In light of what we went through, you can hug me for four to five seconds

Dustin: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Steve: No! Four to five seconds!

Dustin: Too late!!!

Robin: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are

Steve: *crying* It's not a joke, I’m a legit snack

No one knows except for Robin, but Steve writes. He doesn’t think he’s very good at it considering his grades in school, but it’s how he processes things. He keeps a journal where he talks about the kids, work, his non existent love life, how he’s feeling.

He writes poetry. He writes stories. He writes.

After the final events of the Upside Down, he finds himself fascinated by Eddie. He’s mesmerized by his stories. Time flies by whenever he can get Eddie talking. He tells Steve of things he’s done with the boys from Corroded Coffin and Hellfire. He reads to Steve, putting on his best storyteller voice even though he’s exhausted and trying to recover.

Steve writes down what he remembers of Eddie’s stories when he goes home for the night.

With some coaxing from Robin, he eventually brings his journal to the hospital to write while Eddie talks. As suspected, Eddie asks about it.

Steve hesitantly shows him and Eddie sits there in silence as he flips through the pages.

“Stevie. This is incredible.”

“You think so?”

“Yes! Shit, you could seriously be an author.”

Steve considers for a moment, silently taking the journal back from Eddie and flipping through the pages himself.

“What if I wanted to be?”

“I’d say go for it.”

“Eds… I want to share your story.”

Eddie goes wide eyed. He knows that most of what he’s written has to do with things he’s told him, but he didn’t expect him to actually want to turn anything out of it.

Steve takes a shaky breath. “That is, if you’ll let me. You’ve been through literal hell and back man. There’s something here.”

Eddie smiles. “Well then. Let’s get started big boy. What do you want to know?”

Steve sits up excitedly and scoots his chair closer. “Start from the beginning. Tell me about your childhood.”

Eddie tells it all. The good, bad, and ugly. Steve listens intently, writing down everything.

The process continues through Eddie’s recovery and even years later. Steve writes about everything. He tells their love story. He tells the story of Corroded Coffin getting signed and going on their first world tour.

He spends all of his down time typing out his notes, expanding on everything. Eddie occasionally reads over drafts and helps where he can, offering clarification and answers when Steve has questions.

It’s ten years later, July of 1996, when Steve finds a publisher. They’re confident in Steve’s work, and it helps that Eddie is in the public eye now.

The book is released in March of 1998 where Steve and Eddie hold a release party and signing.

It becomes a New York Times Best Seller and it’s how Eddie comes out to the public. Especially since the book shares details of his love story and sexuality journey.

Eddie cries the first time Steve lets him hold the physical copy of it and asks him to read the dedication page.

To the love of my life, thank you for letting me share your story.

Steve felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. The TV at Family Video was turned on to the news station (the tiebreaker when he and Robin couldn’t agree), and a reporter was saying something about a gruesome murder, limbs snapped, teenage boy suspect, and it all swirled and came together until Steve saw the trailer in the background.

Oxygen evaded him. He gasped, trying to remember how to breathe, how to stay grounded, because freaking out wasn’t going to help anything right now-

“Steve!” The front door banged open and Dustin ran in. “How many phones do you have?”

Steve blinked at Dustin. Managed a breath, another one. His brain still felt like it was swimming through molasses. “Why?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like it should’ve been obvious and gestured to the TV. “I’m gonna call Eddie. And, like, everyone. You know what situation this is, right? And that’s Eddie’s trailer. And he doesn’t know anything about this.”

“I know,” Steve murmured, thinking. “Okay, let’s go.” He spared a glance Robin’s direction. She nodded.

Dustin frowned. “Go where?”

“To go find Eddie. I know where he’ll be.”

“How? Steve? Steve, you don’t even know him. Steve?”

Steve ignored the questions. “Get buckled. You got your radio?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good, keep it on you.” Still ignoring all of Dustin’s questions, he peeled out of the parking lot, making his way to the place he and Eddie had promised each other they’d go if shit hit the fan.

He pulled up to the shed and gestured for Dustin to follow as he cautiously walked inside.

“Eddie?” Dustin asked. “Eddie, it’s Dustin, are you here?”

Steve should’ve said something, should’ve let Eddie hear his voice, but it’s too late because he touched the tarp Eddie’s under and suddenly his back was against the wall, a broken beer bottle against his neck. “Eddie,” he murmured calmly, even as his pulse skyrocketed. He vaguely heard Dustin saying something about his mother. “Eddie, put down the bottle, please. It’s okay. It’s just me and Dustin. No one followed us here. I know what you saw, I know what happened. I know you didn’t kill Chrissy, Eddie. I know you’re scared and don’t know what’s going on, but we’re gonna help you, okay? You’re not alone.”

Eddie dropped the bottle with a slight gasp, eyes widening as he realized who he’s looking at. “Shit,” he whispered, gently placing his hands on Steve’s shoulders. They were shaking. “Steve. Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” he promised, his own hands finding Eddie’s waist. “And you? Are you okay?”

“Christ, Steve, I dunno.” He let out a weak laugh and dropped his head to Steve’s shoulder. “She just… she was sayin’ she thought she was crazy, paranoid, and then she’s in the air, and the sound, Steve, Jesus fuck, I’m never gonna forget it as long as I live, and then she- she’s dead, and-”

“I know,” Steve promised quietly, pulling him into a hug. “I know. It’ll be okay. C’mon, my house is safe. We can go there, lay low. Want me to get Wayne too? The trailer’s a crime scene right now, he’s gotta go somewhere else anyways.”

“Yeah. Please. Just… gimme a minute.”

“I’ll give you all the minutes,” Steve promised nonsensically. “We’ll get everyone together, figure out how to beat it. We’ve done it before.”

“Um,” Dustin said, “what the fuck?”

“Watch it,” Steve warned, tracing Eddie’s spine with his palm. “Did you really think the former king of Hawkins High didn’t buy from the best dealer in town?”

Dustin stared at him, disbelieving. “You’ve never gotten high in your life. I don’t think you’ve ever relaxed in your life.”

Eddie murmured something in Steve’s ear that caused him to roll his eyes and pinch Eddie’s side, smiling when he twitched. “You shush,” he admonished before turning back to Dustin. “I have gotten high. I stopped when I started watching you and the rest of the ankle-biters.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Okay, so explain this. Explain how cuddling your drug dealer is normal behavior.”

Steve tapped Eddie’s back, who tilted his head up again to whisper into Steve’s ear. “You sure?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded.

“‘S fine.”

“M’kay. If you say so.” He stroked a hand down Eddie’s back again before returning his attention to Dustin. “Eddie’s not just my drug dealer. He’s my boyfriend.”

Dustin blinked. “You’re not gay.”

“Nope. It’s called bisexual. ‘S when you like both guys and girls.”

Dustin narrowed his eyes. “But… Robin?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Platonic, like I’ve told you a million times before, you twerp.”

Dustin shook his head. “Wait. You and Eddie?”

“Christ, I’d have better luck talking to a brick at this point. Yes, me and Eddie. Is that gonna be a problem for you?”

“Well, yeah,” Dustin said, like it was obvious, unaware of the way Steve and Eddie and both stiffened at his words. “You’re, like, my brothers or some shit. I don’t want my brothers dating each other. Besides, you both could do so much better.”

Eddie snorted and looked up at Dustin. “Not sure that’s how that works, bud.”

“Sure it is,” Dustin shrugged.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Not the point,” he reminded them both. “Eds, c’mon, let’s get you to my house. Dustin, can you walkie everyone? Tell them to meet us there?”

Dustin shook his head, but brought the walkie up to his mouth anyways. “Uh… guys? We’re meeting at Steve’s house ASAP. Over.”

“That’s not proper form, dipshit. Over.”

“Shut the fuck up, how about that? Over.”

“Fucking hell,” Steve murmured, grabbing the walkie from Dustin. “Listen up, twerps, my house, twenty minutes, move it. Over and out.”

Eddie began to grin at Steve. “‘S kinda hot, Stevie.”

“Oh, god,” Dustin said, screwing up his face. “No. Nope. We’re not going there. Just… let’s go. Before I try to bleach my brain.”

Steve chuckled, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and ruffling Dustin’s hair through his hat. “Glad you’re safe, Eds. Let’s go.”

Steve: ... Eds, do you want to talk about it?

Eddie: *laying face down on the floor* Why would you automatically assume that something is wrong?