Eddie Asks If Steve Would Still Love Him If He Was A Worm, To Which Steve Obviously Says Yes, Because

eddie asks if steve would still love him if he was a worm, to which steve obviously says yes, because steve would still love eddie if eddie were a sweet gum ball stuck in steve’s big toe.

anyway, steve wakes up the next morning to a worm wiggling across his chest. at first, he almost screams, but then he remembers eddie’s question from yesterday.

oh shit...

did eddie turn into a fucking worm??

after a few seconds of contemplating, steve carefully picks the worm up. “eddie? is that you?”

unfortunately for steve’s ego, the real eddie can’t control the volume of his laughter from outside the bedroom door, and steve’s face is redder than red when eddie stumbles into the room.

now steve wants to know why the fuck eddie put a worm on his chest.

Hello! Can I request a jd x transman reader and jds seeing his top surgery scars all healed and everything for the first time? :3

hey, I’m so sorry but I no longer do Heathers requests! It never was my style but I really hope you can find someone else to write this prompt. No hard feelings, I’m just much more comfortable writing Stranger Things, hope you understand:)

For @westifer-dead, who requested "don't touch me"

Steve’s over it. Over boys wasting his Friday nights. Nights he could be out with Robin. Nights Steve could be having fun.

“Are we dancing or not?” He can’t keep the irritation from his voice. For the sixth time that night the guy is refreshing the score on the Browns game, like there’s actually a chance in hell they’ll have a win this season, and Steve’s irritation is beginning to bubble over. 

He should’ve cut his losses after dinner. It was obvious from the jump that the guy hadn’t even tried. Showed up wearing the fugliest jeans Steve’s ever had the displeasure of beholding and hasn’t bothered to ask a single question the entire night. Their dinner conversation overflowed with advice on building Steve’s investment portfolio, anecdotes about his 5-9 before his 9-5, quotes on how much protein Steve should be getting in a day, and now he doesn’t even have the decency to get up and dance when Chappell Roan comes on. 

Chappell Roan!

“Not really my thing,” Eric says, finally locking his phone. “But I know what we could do,” he leans into Steve’s ear, breathes his whiskey breath all over the side of Steve’s face, “there’s a bathroom with a lock on it in the back…”

Which is definitely the entire reason the guy brought him here. 

Eric grabs onto his hips, pulls Steve’s thigh flush with his crotch, and…begins grinding on him.

Which is closer to humping him like a dog.

“Don’t touch me.” Steve growls. He gets a hand between them. Shoves at Eric’s chest, brings his palm flat to his sternum and pushes, making him stumble away. “The last thing I need is another guy like you rubbing one out on my leg.” Jesus Christ he’s not in college anymore. “You think I want to screw around after you talked at me about how ethereum is going to blow up any way now?” Steve scoffs. Picks up his glass, and tosses back the last of it. “Get a real job, Eric. It’s your name on the tab,” he bites, “close out whenever.”

He leaves Eric spluttering. Only catches a prude! Hurled at his back before Steve can no longer hear the stammering. 

Whatever. The guy was a bad texter, anyways. Never used a single emoji. Steve had gotten a free dinner, at least, and on his teacher’s salary, that’s a win.

He just. He had wanted to dance. Wanted to have a good time. Wanted to feel like he was worth more than a blowjob in a fucking club bathroom. 

He even debates staying, once Eric’s no longer in his line of sight. A couple of the guys on the floor even look cute, their hair sweaty from dancing, but he’s just—

“That was pretty metal.” The voice comes up next to him, low and sultry, and if Steve wasn’t nearly shoulder to shoulder with three other people at that given moment, he would’ve been startled by its closeness. 

A riot of dark curls. Frizzy and invitingly messy against the overhead lights they seem to beg for Steve’s fingers to tangle in, his eyes so dark they read nearly black. And then, when the lights above flash, Steve sees glitter sparkle along his cheekbones. Silver and prismatic it shimmers like starlight, and Steve feels a hand brush against the small of his back. The guy smiles, and somehow, even in here, Steve can feel the warmth of it. 

“Thought you were gonna toss your drink at him.” The guy murmurs, and his gaze is soft, staying on Steve’s face. “Thought that was gonna be my line to be able to buy you a new one.” His hand on Steve’s back hovers, barely a brush, leaves him room to walk away. 

Nothing like Eric’s dry humping. Or Anthony’s creeping fingers from the week before. Or Ethan’s long, dirty fingernails from the week before that. Or any of the dates Steve’s been on since he broke up with Billy.

And maybe because of that is why Steve leans into it. Presses himself into the sturdy hand of a guy far cuter than any of the ones he’s currently messaging. “Dance with me, and you won’t need a line.”

Fingers curl. Press into Steve’s side and as he does the grin brightens, showing dimples, eyes crinkling like Steve’s back against his arm has just become the best part of his night, like his fingers curling into Steve’s side is more than he ever expected. 

The guy, Eddie, Steve learns, can’t dance. Not even a little. Just throws himself around like he’s in a mosh pit, tosses his long hair around like he’s a member of KISS, andgrins that wide, dimpled smile every time he sees Steve looking back. 

It should all maybe be a turn off. Maybe make Steve want to leave, go home, crawl under the covers with Robin and doom-scroll on TikTok until he passes out because he’s had another shit date at another overpriced club, but Eddie—

Eddie holds Steve’s hand as he launches them through the crowd. Squeezes tight as he dips them under lights and music and lays his warm, inviting gaze on Steve, and dear god, Steve just might like Eddie. Like how he can’t dance. Like how that doesn’t stop him from doing it, anyways.

They end up back at the bar, eventually. Eddie presses close, wraps his arm around Steve’s waist like the closeness is what he craves, like merely being in Steve’s presence is the goal. He dips his head close so he can hear what Steve says over the thundering music and buzz of the crowd, smiles and laughs and whispers his replies into Steve’s ear, his lips and breath so close Steve can feel the exhale of it. 

Eddie orders them two tequila sunrises. For the sole reason that Steve is wearing yellow, like that should’ve been obvious, and it’s the dumbest, sweetest, most endearing…

Everything. It all is. Eddie is. 

And, at the end of the night, when Steve’s finally under his covers with Robin, Eddie’s message of get home okay? 💗 is the only one he replies to.

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i would like to say i am not one of those eddie fangirls who stand on tables and do the little horns

i am a simple silly billy who likes the stupid jock and the weird drug dealer

simply because

i think theyre neat

since my watermark often gets mistaken for jewelry i just went for it :D

there’d be like,, WIPs maybeee tutorials doodles for members,,,, nsfw sketches maybe perhapsss if people even WANT that,,

I’m thinking maybe $3-$5 a month ??? Idk idk comment some stuff you’d like to see if you’re interested !!! I wanna know girlies !!!!