If You Would Promise Me Your Heart

For my Eddie, @steveshairychest.

Every nerd in Steve’s life had their mythical creature niche.

Robin loved pixies. Channelling their mischievous energy into her everyday life, bouncing around the store while they were on shift, even joking she’d get a pixie cut one day.

Nancy, though she would deny it to anyone outside their circle, loved fairies. Soft but calculating, intelligent and beautiful, when they had visited the ren faire the year prior her cheeks matched her glittery wings.

Dustin loved hobbits and Steve loved to affectionately call him one even as the boy grew just as tall as him, the excitement that crossed his face when Steve agreed to watch the movies with him made the confusing deep lore worth it.

Lucas loved ents. Steve would often find him in the woods just listening to the trees, he was the only one of them that would still brave the forest at night, the trees would keep him safe.

Max loved harpies. If Steve were to give any proof that these creatures existed, he’d just tell you to look at Max’s face when some boy told her girls can’t skate.

Will loved merfolk. When they visited the beach last summer Steve could see the years of stress melt away from the young boy’s face as he listened to the waves, the water washing away the memories.

El loved elves. She loved the many forms they came in from fantasy to Christmas, that they could be fun or loud or quiet or brave, that they could be whatever they wanted to pointy ears just made them a little special.

Mike loved griffins. He knew that being both just made you stronger, that you can be strong and brave and protect the things you love, that being different doesn’t make you less whole.

Erica loved unicorns. She would hit you if she heard you saying they were anything less than metal.

Which of course leads us to Steve’s favourite nerd, Eddie.

Eddie loved dragons.

The first thing he did once his scars had healed enough was to get a beautiful dragon tattoo across them, the rough skin almost like scales through the dragon’s back.

One of his most prized possessions is a massive red dragon figure for his campaigns.

Steve thinks he’s seen the How to Train Your Dragon movies more than every seven-year-old in the world because it’s the only things that make Eddie feel better when he has nightmares. He has seen them so many times that he can recite his own favourite scene by heart.

They’re in the small clearing in the woods behind their house, it’s spring, the afternoon is warm and the wind is calming. The sun is setting, they are sharing a small picnic, it’s perfect. The sun is bathing them in a golden light, Steve thinks Eddie would be beautiful even if the world was pitch black.

It’s time.

He whistles out the first few notes.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas, with ne’er a fear of drowning. And gladly ride the waves of life, if you will marry me.”

Eddie has turned to Steve recognising the song, his eyes are as bright as the love between them.

“No scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey.”

Eddie’s eyes are shining, he’ll blame them on allergies.

“If you will promise me your heart, and love,” Steve looks expectantly at Eddie.

Eddie face breaks into a smile at Steve’s pause.

“And love me for eternity,” he continues, “My dearest one, my darling dear, your mighty words astound me. But I’ve no need for mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me,” Eddie sings pulling Steve to his feet as he stands.

Steve laughs as he continues, “But I would bring you rings of gold, I’d even sing you poetry!”

“Oh would you?” Eddie giggles.

“And I would keep you from all harm, if you would stay beside me.”

“I have no use for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry; I only want your hand to hold,” Eddie sings lacing their fingers.

“I only want you near me.”

The boys begin to spin and dance to only the tune of their voices.

“To love and kiss, to sweetly hold, for the dancing and the dreaming. Through all life’s sorrows and delights, I’ll keep your laugh inside me.”

Eddie begins to spin from Steve the joy bubbling up inside him, not even noticing Steve’s voice has gotten softer.

“I’ll swim and sail a savage seas, with ne’er a fear of drowning. And gladly ride the waves of life if-” the last words catching in his throat as he looks at Steve, down on one knee.

“If you will marry me.” Steve finishes, a beautiful black ring in the shape of a dragon protecting a ruby in its centre laying in a black box in his hand. “For the dancing and the dreaming, Stevie, yes.”

steve's desperate, okay?

he's officially running late for his first date with linda because he couldn't find his car keys and the shirt he wanted to wear just wasn't working so he had to grab something out of his hamper and throw it on blindly which then messed up his hair and he almost forgot to brush his teeth again but remembered as he opened the front door and-

he only realizes he forgot to put on cologne once he makes it halfway to her house and smells himself. the shirt from the hamper smells stale, not bad, just stale. and steve in his normal, non-rushed state wouldn't have noticed because his trusty calvin klein would have covered it up but today is apparently not a day for things to go right.

with a sigh of frustration, steve pulls into the hook's drugstore a little too quickly and it makes his stomach lurch the tiniest bit before sliding into an open parking sport at the front door. he rushes in, pushing the door open with too much force and books it to the fragrance aisle.

"this is so fucking stupid," he mutters to himself, unable to be heard by any surrounding shoppers over the annoyingly loud jingle playing through the speakers.

steve skids to halt in front of the cologne section, crouching down and scanning quickly over the tester bottles for obsession. once he spots the amber bottle, he yanks it towards himself, spraying as much as he can onto his chest given the awkward angle he's at. as he stands back up, steve pulls his shirt collar up towards his nose and the ball of nerves in his stomach loosens at the familiar smell. he may be late but he feels like he's back in the game.

checking his watch, he sees just how late he is and makes a beeline for the door, nearly running into an older lady with far too many rolls of toilet paper in her tiny arms. as he dodges around her and extends his arm to push open the door, he hears a loud voice over the intercom.

"you're not going to buy anything after stealing cologne?"

you look pretty…

I could be using the time ao3 being down is providing me with to get things done. I could be writing and doing laundry. Instead I’m scouring tumblr and Twitter to be satiated.

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god he's so fucking pathetic. what a god damn loser. (insane with lust)

Happy 4th of July!

Felt like the old fellas up in the States needed some gay kisses to calm down a bit. NSFW versions coming soon to Patreon.com/jal00t/ Closeups and linework on Instagram.com/jal00t.art

BUCK'S CIVILIAN OUTFITS IN EVERY EPISODE ↳ 1.02 ✽ Let Go

Suddenly, Eddie hyperfixates on Doctor Who and starts speaking with a British accent all the time. It got annoying at first for everyone, but they eventually got used to it. It, however, did so many things to Steve. He suddenly decides to stop using it one day when he's at Steve's.

"Why'd you stop?" Steve asked.

"Stop what?" Eddie asked.

"The accent!" Steve exclaimed.

"You liked it?" Eddie asked.

"It was hot," Steve blurted out, and then his eyes widened as he tried to backtrack. "I mean, uh, - "

the thing is, steve has never really liked fireworks. his parents would host big block parties every fourth of july with black cat firecrackers and too long sparklers and armfuls of rockets to shoot into the sky. there'd be music, laughter, food and games and plenty of neighborhood kids for steve to play with, chasing each other with half burnt sparklers like they were magic wands.

and he didn't care about the fireworks, not really anyway. sure, they were pretty, but nothing special. he cared more about the brownies that mrs. fitzpatrick made and about having his first kiss tucked behind the shed in his backyard with lori mahan and drinking all the soda he wanted while his parents were entertaining. the fireworks going off in the background were more like an excuse than anything.

that was years ago. he's grown up now, seen more fireworks being used as weapons than he cares to admit, knows how destructive of a force they can really be. if he's honest, he still doesn't really care about them and hates how the booms make him shrink in on himself just a bit after everything that's happened. he hears his friends laughing and wishes he could feel that magic, too, without thinking back on past wounds that have been cauterized.

but something changes that night. it's when eddie turns around from where he's been dancing under the bright sparkles floating in the sky and steve can see them reflected in his eyes. when they get as big as saucers and he looks like a carefree kid with breathtaking starlight mixing alongside the twinkling sparks. when he smiles that smile at steve and it's just as blinding as the colors above them. when he runs over and grabs steve's hand almost shyly to pull him up into a makeshift slow dance under a curtain of fireworks. when they find themselves behind the shed and it feels like the first time all over again with a new kind of fireworks sparking behind his eyes.

steve decides he loves fireworks when it's eddie lighting them for him.

Just a little fluff to start your weekend with.

Steve is sitting down in his shared apartment with Eddie reading a magazine, waiting for his boyfriend to get home.

Soon enough his tornado of a boyfriend comes barrelling through the door. He can hear Eddie set something down before walking up to the sofa.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie says softly. “How mad would you be if I brought home a box full of kittens someone had abandoned on the side of the road in this torrential rain?”

Steve lowers the magazine and looks up at Eddie fondly. “That would depend on how many there are? How many you plan on keeping? And how many you plan on giving to the animal shelter?”

Eddie grins. “There are six kittens and I only plan on keeping one?” He pulls a kitten out from under his leather jacket. It’s mostly white with a little black on the tip of her ear and a single circle around her left eye. “Her name is Bandit.”

“Not mad at all, sunshine,” Steve reassures him. “She’s beautiful. Now, come show me the others, too.”

Eddie’s grin broadens. He hands Bandit to Steve who immediately starts scritching her neck. He grabs the sodden box and sets it down in front of Steve.

Steve peers inside to see a cute bundle of fluffs in varying degrees of black to white ratio. But tucked away in the corner, Steve spots the final kitten. He looks up at Eddie and licks his lips. “How mad would you be if I fell in love with a kitten, too?”

Eddie cocks his head to the side and asks which one. Steve pulls out the final kitten, long haired while the others are short haired, and a dark charcoal grey. He meows in protest of being picked up. Steve now has a kitten in each hand and looking like he’s about to cry from the sheer joy of it all.

“Ah, yes,” Eddie said. “You would fall for that one. What are you going to name him?”

Steve grins at him like he’s about tell the biggest pun of his life. “Smokey.”

“As in ‘Smokey and the Bandit’?” Eddie deadpans.

Steve just continues grinning.

Eddie sighs. “Fine. You get Smokey and I get Bandit and we’ll go the shelter tomorrow to get pet supplies and drop off the other kittens.”

Steve hands Bandit back to Eddie as he cuddles close to Smokey. Eddie smiles up at them from his place on the floor. This just might have been the best decision he’s made since he asked Steve to move in with him.

Outside it rains on, but the love in that small apartment is brighter than the sun.

Steve: Don't be cute.

Eddie:

Steve: *internally* FUCK.

Steve is standing in front of the stove when Eddie stumbles downstairs. Steve’s eyes are on a pan and he’s mumbling softly to himself.

Eddie walks closer and hears Steve mumble, “runny yolks…let’s pull it off now.” Eddie is seated at the breakfast bar by the time Steve turns slightly to move the fried eggs on a plate.

Steve jumps slightly at the sudden sight of him before smiling brightly, “Good morning! I thought I was going to have to wake you up!” He cuts the toast sitting to the side, plates it with the eggs before placing it in front of Eddie.

Steve turns around with a fork before hesitating, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Eddie has his head propped up on two fists with a large closed-mouthed smile as he looks at Steve. Steve huffs and puts a hand on his hip at the continuing silence, “What?!” he questions.

“You like me.” Eddie answers with that same bright smile, “What?” Steve asks again with a laugh.

“You liiiiiiike me!” Eddie exclaims, “you like me so much you wanna get my eggs right!”

Steve rolls his eyes as he drops the fork by Eddie’s plate, “eat your breakfast.” Eddie snickers to himself.

“Stevie’s got a cruuush on meee,” he sings, “he wants to make me breakfast and date me and-and be my boooyfriend.”

Steve takes a bite of his toast as he eyes Eddie. He takes in his tall figure, his curly hair trying to escape the half-ass pony tail he has it in, his faded red boxers and black tank top with a hole in the bottom right. His pale limbs and long fingers that are ringless and the faint pillow lines from Steve’s pillows on the side of his face.

Steve smiles, besotted.

“Yeah,” he answers softly, “that’s pretty accurate.”

Eddie stares back at him, mouth agape before he flushes bright red and tries to hide his face with his hair.

“Steeeeeve,” he whines, “that’s so embarrassing, man!” Steve laughs as Eddie abandons his breakfast to wrap his arms around his waist and nuzzles in close to him.

“I’m a mere mortal! I can’t handle all these feelings!” He says dramatically. Steve snickers as he holds Eddie and sways them back and forth.

“Eddie has a cruuuush on me,” Steve sings to Eddie’s loud ‘ugh!’, “he wants to date me and kiss me and looove me.”

Eddie pulls back to kiss Steve softly before smiling against his lips and saying, “Yeah…that’s accurate.”

“Ok, when I say go - squeeze as hard as you can.”

Eddie was going to lose it. There was absolutely zero chance he was going to be able to sit through this display without having a display of his own. He squirmed where he was sitting in the grass, bringing his knees up in a way he hoped was real fucking casual.

“Smooth,” Robin whispered from her spot in the shade next to him. She was leaned back on her hands, giraffe legs sprawled out in front of her so she could poke Henderson with her toes. He kept swatting back at her and ignoring the fact that he was missing entirely. Too focused on the stopwatch and notebook in his hand. What a nerd.

Max got up from where she’d been sitting on the other side of Robin and joined Lucas in his patio chair. Poor Lucas looked like he was on cloud nine which must mean they were currently off on the on-again-off-again cycle of their relationship. Settling in, Max turned to grin at Eddie, sharp and evil. It was clear she’d only moved there to see how this was affecting him. She was a horrible child. His least favorite. 

Except that she wasn’t.

Sticking his tongue out at her, Eddie looked back to the scene in front of him.

The ground around them was littered with crushed fruits. Steve’s thighs were shiny with orange juice. His tiny little shorts had ridden up so high that it had passed indecent before he’d even finished with the citrus fruit. Eddie gulped as his eyes traced over the clear bulge in Steve’s little green shorts. He refused to lift his eyes to Steve’s bare chest with his smattering of moles and coarse hair.

And there was not a chance in hell that Eddie was going to make eye contact with that smirk of Steve’s. He knew what the fuck he’d started. With the kids around and everything! Granted, all Steve had done was crush an empty soda can between his thighs and then the challenge had been on. Lucas had sworn he could do it, too. And he did. But he couldn’t manage to do the lemon. Steve had though. And the orange. and whatever the fuck a papaya was. And on through all the fruit in Steve’s kitchen - did he stock up for this? Who kept that much fruit on hand?

Now, he had a whole ass melon between those thick thighs of his. And Steve had been working out all summer. Running, yes, but it was the squats that drove Eddie to madness. The sunkissed skin wrapped around thick muscles, covered in downy hair, begging, screaming for Eddie to touch them. To run his fingers up them and squeeze, to bury his face between them and finally clear his head with the musky scent of Steve Harrington.

Fuck. Eddie should have escaped into the house. He was never gonna be able to keep his cool. Steve sat back, adjusting around so everyone could see the length of his legs as he crossed his ankles, shifting the melon a little as he got into position.

Eddie whimpered.

“Oh, who cares?” Mike scoffed, “So your big dumb jock legs can make us a fruit salad. Big deal.” He elbowed Will who was staring very intently at Steve. Eddie grinned, covering his mouth and flicking his eyes at Robin who’s eyes were wide and who’s mouth was an O of shock. “We aren’t impressed. Right, Will?”

“Shhh, Mike.” Will waved a hand but didn’t shift his focus away from Steve, “Later.”

Mike sputtered, looking from Will’s intent gaze down to Steve’s thighs. Eddie saw it the moment Mike realized what was going on. He looked shocked. Then angry. Then jealous. And last, scared. There it was. Finally. Jesus.

If Eddie had to suffer through this, at least some good would come of it. Mike would finally realize that he needed to get his head out of his ass. It was about–

“Go!” Dustin yelled, clicking the tab on the top of the watch.

Steve grunted, squeezing his thighs together. His fingers flexed against the ground behind him and his ass came up off the patio a few inches as he sort of …oh dear god…arched up into it. He clenched his thighs, his hips, his gorgeous fucking ass, Eddie held his breath, clenched his own thighs to not arch up in response, biting his lips to keep from panting and moaning and then–

CRACK! The melon split clear up the middle, splooging juice right up the seam of Steve’s clenched thighs. It dripped out under him and Eddie could taste cooper he was biting down so hard on his bottom lip.

Dustin had already released the timer, cheering with everyone. Eddie resolutely did not look up, keeping his eyes trained on the slowly growing puddle under Steve instead. It was so hot. It was fucking obscene. 

“Alright, what’s next?” Dustin said with a sunny smile, looking up from where he’d noted the time in his spiral notebook.

“Me.” Eddie heard himself say and launched himself at his boyfriend. Steve muttered something about it being about time right before Eddie smashed their mouths together.

“Um…should I…start the timer?” he heard Dustin ask. 

There were a bunch of squelching thuds as people must have thrown crushed fruit at him.

After the bats, Steve gets a bit self conscious about his scars, and starts going on less and less dates because he doesn’t know how to explain them to girls.

He’s hanging out with the fruity four when he starts complaining about it. Eddie snorts and says, “Imagine how I feel.”

Steve cringes and apologizes because everyone knows he got the worst of it.

Robin starts suddenly laughing maniacally, and they all look at her. Nancy asks what she’s laughing about.

Robin jokes, “Well the solution is right in front of you. Just date each other.”

Nancy joins in laughing with her, but Steve and Eddie eye each other. Steve had never thought a gaze could hold more than words until he sees the way Eddie is staring at him.

In all honesty, Steve wasn’t just missing all the physical stuff that comes with a relationship. Well, he was definitely missing it, but more importantly, he was missing the way it felt to have someone that loved him so unconditionally. In reality, he had only had the illusion of that before, but it had been nice. And it was especially nice to care for someone so deeply that it felt like his life had a whole new purpose - to make them happy.

The more he looks at Eddie, the more the laughter from the girls becomes white noise. He thinks that he could treat him that way. Hold him as if he’s doing it for him and not for himself. Call him to wish him a good morning and good night so he could be the first and last thing on his mind every day. Also, to give himself a reason to wake up and a calming voice that can lull him to sleep.

Maybe it would work. Even if Eddie’s not a girl, he thinks he might be able to overlook that. Especially with the beautiful depths of his brown eyes and the big, soft lips of his and that adorable nose even though it’s not a button nose like Steve usually likes. Honestly, Eddie is beautiful in his own way, and Steve knows he isn’t immune to it especially in large doses.

So, he shouldn’t even begin to consider the thought. Fake dating or sort of dating Eddie is completely off the table.

But Eddie’s staring at him, eyes scanning over him and settling on his lips in a way that makes Steve’s heart thud so hard he thinks everyone in the room might be able to hear it.

Okay, maybe the dating stuff isn’t completely off the table, but there’s no way he’s bringing it up first. He nods at Eddie once and looks away trying to signal an end to whatever discussion / consideration they just had. But he can still feel Eddie’s eyes linger on him the rest of the night.

"Stargazer" where Eddie looks at the stars and Steve at his star.

Spinoff fanart to my fic Quasar.

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steve was expecting a nice vacation.

a nice vacation, with rob and nance, and the kids tagged along too.

but three am rolls around and someone is in his house, singing, and wailing and generally acting a fool. and what a wonder that anyone would do this since they know super girl is way crabby when she's woken up. especially at three am.

so he hauls himself out of bed and trudges to the kitchen where the ruckus has traveled.

"dude."

there's a man stumbling around his kitchen, eating his left over pizza, and drinking his fucking coors light.

if he wasn't so pissed at this guy making himself at home, he'd think he was kinda cute. he had long hair, and chains and leather. and forget 'kinda' this guy is downright delicious, but the bottom line is, he broke into steve's house.

"get the fuck out of my house."

the guy drops the pizza and whirls around, "what?" the guy sounds properly devastated. "get out of my house, dude!" steve yells.

"wh- why? i- im here with the- the band?" the guy is stumbling around, slurring his words and looks like he's seconds from dropping. steve sighs, "alright man. just- cmon. lay down on the couch, i'll get you a blanket." steve leads him to the couch, turning him on his side, making sure he doesn't choke on his vomit.

he scrubs a hand over his face, just his luck that some drunk guy wanders his way into the house, has no idea where he is, eats his pizza, and he's gonna let the guy pass out on his couch. whatever.

he'll deal with it in the morning.

---

when eddie wakes, he's got a major headache, and he thanks his lucky stars that one of the guys put a trash can in front of his because he would NOT have made it to the bathroom.

once he's right side up, he takes in his surroundings.

shit.

this is not the labels beach house they put them up in.

"good to see you in the land of the living."

his head turns to meet the voice, and shit. he's gone and broke into hercules' house.

"uh- what?" he says, ever so eloquently.

the guy sits down next to him. "you broke into my house last night. well- not exactly, someone left the door unlocked but. you walked in and ate my pizza. and i didn't feel comfortable sending you back out because you had no idea where you were. you slept on my couch."

eddie nodded dumbly, "s-sorry. i- im here with my band, right down the road. uh- i'm. i think im still drunk and you're very pretty."

the guy laughed, and damn, if eddie wasn't already in love, he was now.

"im steve, i can walk you back to your place when you're ready. there's some sandwiches on the counter over there if you're hungry." the guy- steve, says, before standing.

"sandwiches for breakfast?"

"it's 2pm, dude."

o h.

"do you wanna... i mean. you wanna have like, lunch or something?"

"are you hitting on me?"

"if i say yes, do i still get a sandwich?"

steve laughs again, "yeah," eddie raises his eyebrows at this. "yes to the sandwich or yes to the date?" he asks, smiling cheekily.

"hmm. what kind of food are we gonna have?" steve inquires, leaning closer to eddie. eddie smiles again, "what's your favorite?" steve pretends to think, making a whole show of it.

he's just about to respond when.

"steve! are you really flirting with the criminal?"

"robin!" steve groans, waving his hands at said person. eddie turns, "you think im a criminal?"

"well, technically...." robin trails.

"rob get outta here. i was about to land a date." steve whines, shooing her out. she saunters out with a grin on her face, "he like italian food" she singsongs before walking out the door.

"so. the pizza place? tomorrow at 1?" eddie asks, eyes flicking down to steve's lips, "sounds good," he breathes. it's only a matter of time before their lips meet in a feverish kiss, eddie's hands tangled in steve's hair.

they pull away, "we should- we should get you back so your friends don't freak out." steve says, breathing deeply. eddie nods, chest heaving, "cant say i'm not disappointed, though." steve sighs, raising a hand to cup eddie's face. "there's always tomorrow."

---

when eddie finally gets back to the right house, gareth is all over him. "where the hell have you been, man?!"

"oh, okay. so. i broke into someone's house accidentally, and then scored a date. now i'm here." he shrugs, before plopping down on the couch.

gareth sighs, "only you, ed."

steve is in the middle of making meatballs for dinner, realises all his eggs have gone bad (he meant to check on that, why did he forget—) and decides to be a cliché and ask his neighbour

his neighbour is actually eddie - the cute guitarist that he got stuck in the elevator with once because his life is full of clichés - but apparently eddie is having friends over because that's not eddie

the noise in the background makes him very unsure if it's a band meeting or dungeons & dragons or drugs (he got to know plenty about eddie in that elevator okay) but more importantly, the guy who opened the door is cute and steve must be staring, shit—

and then eddie is walking over to question who's at his door, and based on the shit eating grin, he definitely noticed steve's staring

"Eggs!" steve blurts out, and then immediately dies inside while eddie laughs at his expense, and the cute guy looks to be contemplating five different answers, each more judgemental than the last if the raised brow and narrowing eyes are anything to go on, and could this get any worse

"Is that code for anything?" cute guy finally asks.

did steve mention that he was dying, dead, no longer on this plane of existence—

"Sure, bambi, I can check if I have eggs." eddie says and steve gets sidetracked by being called bambi and then suddenly there are eggs in his hands and gentle hands are pushing him back towards his apartment.

"First impressions really aren't your strong suit," eddie teases, hands lingering on steve's shoulders. "You should come by for a second impression later. Or third."