Steddie Oneshots

Hanky code (2) 🤍

~ 1500 Words

TW: smut, s&m, bxb, top Eddie, bottom Steve

Eddie's POV
This is the first time, that we are actually hanging out with one another. We're not just both saving the world together we're meeting to just hang out. And that makes me really nervous. It's not even just us two, it's gonna be all of us, the whole gang!

Still getting invited to Steve Harringtons house by the man himself is still something you don't get every day. Especially if you're the freak of the town who most people still think murdered at least two students to sacrifice them in satanic rituals.

I know Steve has changed, and by a lot. He is by no means the asshole jock that he was back in highschool. He somehow became a monster fighting mom of six, that is also a very self-sacrificing leader.

But sometimes I still expect him to go back to his old ways. To just take the easy way instead of the one that could get him into serious trouble. In my case: go back to how we were two weeks ago. Which would mean pretending that we don't know more than names and highschool reputation about one another.

I had been ready for that, I had been expecting that. But yesterday Steve had suddenly called me and ask if I wanted hang out with everyone today at his house. Of cause I said yes, who doesn't want to hang out with their crush at their house?

Now I am facing an unexpected problem though. I promised Max and Robin a ride to Steve's house. Max still has a cast around her entire right arm, and I know that Steve would have personally gotten her if I hadn't offered. It wouldn't really make sense for him to drive here if she literally live across the road from me.

Now to the actual problem: how do I get myself and two other people to someone else's house, without a car?
I'm standing in my door right now, contemplating what to do.

When I see Max carefully step out of her door I get an idea. It's a little risky, but what isn't in life? You see, Max's neighbors are visiting their sick son in an other state right now. And they left their car at home. Don't ask me why though, this is definitely not the best neighborhood to leave a working car in, unattended, for like a week.

But their problem, our luck. I walk over to Max: "Hi Max, want me to help you with that?" "Yeah, thanks." Just because only her arm is in a cast, doesn't mean the fall from two meters onto a hard floor didn't hurt her legs. She is still limping a bit, but it's getting better.

She doesn't question the direction I'm helping her walk in, she just raises an eyebrow when I open the backdoor of the car for her. "Where did you get the keys from?" "A magician never reveals his secret! Though just so you know, on top of the wheels is not the best place to hide car keys." I say smiling and get into the drivers seat.

When we arrive at Robin's, she's already standing in front of her house. "What took you so long? And do I wanna know who's car that is?" "We are literally only three minutes late. And the car is from Max's neighbors." "And did they agree to you two taking their car?" "They're not home right now, they will never know we even moved it!" "Fine, at least we have a ride. Now start driving again, you already made us late", Robin orders playfully.

Not much later we finally get to the Harrington house, or rather mansion at that size. We all leave the car and enter the house and Max immediately goes to the kitchen, where you can hear the voices of the other kids coming from. Steve turns into our direction, but only looks at Robin "Hey Robin, how have you been?" "Good, good..." I don't hear more than that of her answer.

Because there is something in his back pocket. His right back pocket. And it's a bandana. A black one. One that matches mine. Why. The. Hell. Is. Steve. Fucking. Harrington. Wearing. A. Black. Bandana. In. His. Pocket?

I try to control my facial expressions, but that is quit difficult when you just figured out that your crush of two years might be into boys! Shit, he is turning towards me. To soon, way to soon!

I don't know what my face looks like right now. I'm trying to ban any positive reactions from my face. It's probably just an accessory that means nothing! Stop smiling Harrington, you're not making this easier!

Oh no, he's talking to me :"... How are you doing?" I missed the rest, I hope he didn't ask an other question before. "Hi Steve, I've been good. Well as good as it gets with everything that's happened." What kind of weird answer was that? Why couldn't I just say something normal for once?

My thoughts are interrupted by a scream, coming from the kitchen: "SHIT". The five of us quickly run into the kitchen, where seemingly nothing happened. Steve seams to think differently: "Come on, what happened, what are you hiding?" He has a hand on his hip, while sternly looking at the kids.

Dustin is the first to reply: "Nothing!" "We know something happened, it was quite loud. You're not in trouble, just tell me so I can clean it up!"

He looks like their parent, who knew that something like that could be hot? Like seriously, how is everything this man does attractive? That should not be physically possible!

Steve pulls me out of my thoughts again: "Don't touch them, I don't want any of you injuring yourself. Did anyone get hurt when they fell?" Now a pile of porcelain pieces is visible that the kids were hiding.

Steve goes up to them, checking all of them individually for any injuries. I know I said, that he acts like a parent and I still stand by that. But he has got to be the most caring and gentle person on earth! These little shits just destroyed some of his dishes and than lied to him about it!

And his first concern was that all of them were alright. And I know for a fact, that he didn't just act like it either, his whole body language showed exactly what he said with his words. He would not just be a dream parent, he would without question be the most perfect boyfriend to have ever walk the earth.

I am yet again pulled out of my thoughts, this time by Robin pushing all of us out of the kitchen. I don't see Steve anywhere, he probably went to get cleaning stuff. We all, except Robin, go into the living room, because "Someone has to help him clean and all of you would just be in the way". Her words, not mine.

I sit down in an armchair, a bit away from a couch where Johnathan and Nancy sit down. Next to them, around a table, gather the kids. They start of their own conversations, while my thoughts drift away again. Away from here, towards the person they always seam to circle around; Steve Harrington, the one and only.

But can you blame me? Have you seen his face? His lips look so kissable, his hair looks perfect and his body too. But he would look even better with swollen lips and messy hair. With red marks, trailing from his jaw down his neck. He would look so good withering underneath me, moaning my name. Knowing nothing but my name anymore, not his own and no one else's, just mine.

I know that that will never happen. That these thoughts are gonna stay what they are: dirty fantasies. That I will never have a chance with someone like Steve. Even if he actually knows what that bandana means and is wearing it for that purpose. Just because he is bi or gay doesn't mean that I, the town freak, have even the slightest chance of getting with with the most attractive guy in Hawkins, that also happens to have the best personality.

Though the bandana does give my fantasies new fuel. Let's them wonder off, into a direction I didn't dare to go in bevor. The idea that Steve might actually be a bottom, someone who would submit to me. Someone that would enjoy being teased, being punished, being fucked until he can't walk anymore.

This time I pull myself out of my thoughts. This is neither the right time nor place to be thinking about something like this. Steve and Robin are probably finished cleaning every second now and I really don't need my crush catching me fantasizing about him right now. There are also other people in this room right now, so getting hard at the thought of anything could get quite embarrassing.