AN; oh hi uh. So I can explain. Lol. No I can't. I haven't written anything solid in a long time and you can thank creative-circles for helping me get this out there. I love you babes.
TW; ig there's not really one? Unless you think wedding crashing is a trigger then in that case proceed with caution.
Steve Harrington: Heyyy Eds. I wanted to reach out and send you an invite, to uh. My weding? Next month. I know we haven't talked in awhile but. I miss you and- just... let me know, yeah? I miss you a lot. Like... really a lot. It's been a long time. We should catch up if you wanna...
Sent 1:03 AM March 5th, 2023
It's one AM on a Saturday night. Eddie's home, alone again just thinking and this message hits him like a ton of bricks.
They used to be best friends. Like the kind that hang out everyday. There was no Eddie without Steve. An odd pairing but they were together and it didn't matter.
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"You think we'll always be friends?" Steve whispers like it's a secret between just the two of them one night while they're laying on the roof of Eddie's uncle's trailer.
"Best friends Stevie. You 'n me. Always." Eddie grins at the night sky, exhaling a cloud of weed smoke, and passing the joint back to Steve.
Summer of Sophomore year, July 15th, 2015
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Freshman year of high school Eddie was a new kid in school. Freshly moved to Hawkins after his dad was sent off to prison for being caught up in yet another car jacking and being forced to move into his uncle Wayne's house. Since he was his only relative willing to take in a 14 year old with a system history longer than a kids chapter book.
He settled in faster than anticipated thanks to one Steve Harrington.
Eddie fumbled with his locker, of course he'd get the goddamn one that was stuck. A fist quickly smacked into the side of his locker and it squeaked open. He jumps a little, looking quickly to his left to be met with a small smile and a pair of absolutely stunning carmel colored eyes. "It uh. It gets stuck. You gotta smack it or it won't open."
"How did you..." Eddie glances at the locker and back to the boy next to him.
"I have the one next to yours and it sticks too." He grins and smacks his locker too. "See?"
"Th-thank you." He stutters and shoves his books onto the shelves.
"No worries, man. I'm Steve, by the way." Steve sticks out his hand in front of him for a handshake. Eddie takes it tentatively, with a shy smile.
"I'm Eddie."
Freshman year, Sept 10th, 2015
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Tell Me You Love Me, Like You Fucking Mean It
FanfictionA collection of Steddie oneshots to get them out of my head. I may or may not continue to write these stories at some point, in which I'll announce at will. Enjoy my brainrot. "I will love you in every universe. In any time, any place. I'll find you...
