some steddie smut oneshots for u

murray doing his matchmaker thing

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this is essentially that part in season 2 when murray does his creepy but effective psychoanalysis of jonothan and nancy, but i made it steddie bc i wanted to

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"remind me again why youve insisted on dragging me all the way out here to talk to that lunatic?" eddie is complaining like a child and has been for the entire trip.

music blasts from the stereo. after arguing for god knows how long and then finally flipping a coin (a rigged coin, but steve didnt need to know that), eddie had taken charge of the stereo. currently, it was black sabbath. steve was actually enjoying it but there was no way he was going to admit that.

"because," huffs steve (for like the fifth time) "[insert very cool and interesting plotline]

"wow ur right that reason is very cool and interesting."

"indeed. anyways stop complaining were almost there." steve didnt really mean it. eddes complaing was annoying, but he liked the sound of his voice. it was playful, and that drew steve in. eddie was the closest friend [cough] that he had had in a long time. other than robin. but it was different than robin. more intimate.

was intimate the right word? steve thought. it certainly felt that way. not in the sexual definition of the word. in the way that they were close, he trusted eddie. they had been to hell together and you dont come out of that without a special kind of bond.

"whyre you staring at me? stare at the road, harrington. you're gonna miss the turn off." one thing that would never turn eddie off was steve's fat a-

steve had unknowingly zoned out and was staring right at eddie. honestly kind of creepy, but eddie didnt mind. he liked it. "sorry" muttered steve, and he took a right turn into a weird looking driveway.

see, the thing is, eddie was delusional.

he liked steve staring at him because it fed into his delusions. of love, of lust, eddie didnt really know. maybe he was just an attention whore. whatever it was, eddie was drawn to steve. he wanted steve to look at him, to be thinking about him, to touch him. usually, eddie was the kinda guy to see a guy, bang him in an alley, and move on without regret. but steve was different somehow. eddie wanted more. 

he just didnt know what 'more' meant. yet.

murrays flat was run down looking. it couldve passed for a motel. stylistic choice perhaps he didnt want to be found too easily. too bad for him lol bc two annoying (coughgaycough) men found him anyway.

thud thud thud

steve banged on the door a few times. what eddie really wanted for for steve to bang him against the do-

"state your name and business and look at the camera... I SAID THE CAMERA DIPSHITS, ABOVE YOU."

"err its steve harrington and eddie munson. we need to talk to you about [cool reason]"

"alright then."

murray swings the door open, catching both eddie and steve by surprise. hes a lot shorter than either of them expected, which would ordinarily make him seem small and cute. but hes holding a massive rifle is their faces so the cutest is probably cancelled out.

"ive seen you before. where have i seen you before?" the rifle doesnt budge. it stares right down steves nose, then down eddies.

"we're from hawkins. we're friends of nancy and jonothan who were here a while ago. they said that youd be the one to talk to about [you know the drill]"