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When Dreams Come True 🥴

These ones are back to back now yay

CW: the word zucchinis, slight (internalized ) homophobia, hair pulling, praise, edging, sex of the gay variation, oral sex, anal sex, uh... thats about it

Description: Part 2 of All Dreams Have Meaning 😈

Even tho its 3p italics are still Steve's thoughts

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3rd Person:

"All dreams have meaning."

Steve can hear the smirk in his words, his eyes wide, red spreading across his face as he turns around, as stiff as he was before, connecting his eyes with Eddie's, his palms press against the counter as he leans across it.

Robin takes a look at the whole situation, and realizes it'd be best if she left. "I... got to go sweep... the mop- Bye!" She stumbles over her word finding the lame excuse, then running away into the back of the store, leaving Steve and Eddie by themselves.

"Well well Harrington," Eddie leans back and crosses his arms. "Having naughty dreams are we?" He teases.

Steve moves his eyes down to the counter. "I- Umm... Wh- when..?" He fiddles with the tape Eddie places on the counter.

"...Did I get here?" Eddie finishes. "Oh y'know, just about, 'hot steamy sex'." He smirks.

Steve's face feels like it's on fire from the sheer amount of embarrassment, Eddie starts to walk around the counter, continuing to taunt him.

"Now, Stevie," His fingers dance across the counter top, walking to get behind it. "I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that that means your subconscious wants some very indecent things from me." Eddie raises his eyebrows, slowly walking into the 'workers only' space behind the counter.

Steve turns around, his back pressed against the counter like it was before Eddie entered the store, his face still directed at the floor, unable to even look at the man without wanting to cave in on himself and implode. "I uh- don't think you're allowed to be back here..." Steve wants to slap himself across the face.

Why am I stuttering so much!

I'm not flustered... am I?

OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SO FLIRTY AND ATTRACTIVE-

Woah! ...Attractive?

Maybe I am gay-

Wait, I went over this in my dream!

Steve snaps himself out of his thoughts, seeing Eddie's arm on either side of him, hands pressed against the counter, he slowly lifts his head up to meet Eddie's face that is less than an inch away, so close he can pick up on the soft smell of old leather, and strong scent of weed.

Steve's eyes dart back and forth between Eddie's eyes, not being able to decide which one to look at with the close proximity, his cheeks, somehow, bright red, though he feels his blood rushing south.

"So Stevie," His eyes glance down to Steve's lips, then back to his eyes. "You want these dreams to come true?" He asks suggestively with raised eyebrows and a smirk painted on his face.

"Wh-What!" The question throws Steve off, like it wasn't expected and he slides himself onto the counter and basically crawls over it backwards to escape Eddie. "I'm n- not a queer freak!" His feet hit the floor and he stumbles backwards a bit at the horrible, and stupid, attempt to get away from the metalhead.

Woah, where the hell did that come from, I'm not homophobic.

Robin is going to kill me.