oh golden boy (don't act like you were kind)
part iii: at your best you were magic
(this one has length, you guys, but the boys needed so much RESOLUTION š„ŗ)
for @kultiras at the āļø Winter @steddieexchange š¤ā¤ļø
<<< part two // start at the beginning
Eddie kind of expects to be clocked hovering outside the window, or by the rattle of his van. He kinda expects to be left standing on the porch.
His heartās fucking pounding, and heās halfway to shivering because he didnāt wear a decent coat, because no oneās there anymore to bully him into being a little more aware of taking care of himself and heā¦he kinda feels like he did when he was running for his life, when they found him in Rickās boathouse, heās maybe gonna hyperventilate and wouldnāt that be a pretty fucking picture, pass out from lack of oxygen, or die flat-out, heart giving out on the steps of the man he loves, that heĀ lovesĀ and that he wasnāt good enough toĀ keepĀ andā
āOh.ā
It doesnāt even matter how flat it comes out: Eddieās breath catches just to hear thatĀ voice, holyĀ fuck.
āSteve.ā
He canāt even keep the word in, that single name in his chest knocked clean to launch from his lips, and Steveā¦
Steve looks rough. Drawn, kinda pale but in that exhausted washed out way where heās not just blanched for his skin tone but in a way that makes the saturation of his wholeĀ selfĀ seem washed out and sallow. Heās got more stubble than he normally allows, much as Eddie has enjoyed the hell out of that gorgeous scruff now and againāhe knows Steve only lets it get that way when they fuck too many hours in a row to want to get out of bed and properly plan to leave, or of heās sick, or anxious, orā¦
Not good.
Eddie thinks itās probably the generally not-good thing thatās to blame, here.
And yet somehow heās still the most beautiful thing Eddieās ever seen in his whole fucking life. No contest.
God, Eddieās so fucking gone on him. All he wants is to reach, and pull him close, and keep all the sour things from his heart. All Eddie wants is to fuckingā¦loveĀ him. For the rest of his goddamnĀ life.
āI,ā Eddieās voice comes out raw, sandpaper rubbing to bleed; he would have wanted better,Ā SteveĀ deserved him to be better no matter what they were, what they werenāt, what theyād never be or maybe could beābut Eddie knows heās weak as a rule, and here and now he breaks clean open, heart cleaving straight down the middle to bleed free becauseā¦
Fuck: Eddie had been hurting for being without Steve, but heād underestimated just how much seeing him, breathing his air again would undo him. The sheerĀ reliefĀ down to his cells, just to know in his bones that Steve was in the world. Heād been less than a shell, heād been only half-floating through the world on his own for the way heād healed himself around the give and take of Steve and to know it again, even just at armās length, feels like breaking water for the first time after drowning, but then it every single atom of him had been diminished on its own, then started vibrating again all at once after a fucking age spent stopped-dead.
āWhat are you doing here?ā
Of all the things Eddie could hate out of the situation heās standing ināoutside ofĀ anythingĀ andĀ everythingĀ that surrounds the fact of Steve, all that isĀ SteveĀ because that could never be hated at allābut ofĀ all the things to hate, the worst is maybe how flat Steveās tone is. And worse?
How Eddie canātĀ read him. How, how did Eddieā¦
How did EddieĀ loseĀ that?
āI,ā Eddie moves his mouth, lips stretching awkward around the sound, and heās adrift, man, heās fucking loose ends with no hope of ever tying together, ever tethering to anything but the man in front of him, he believes that in hisĀ soul: with anyone else, anywhere butĀ here, and Eddie would still just have this collection of stray threads of what it means to be himself, just reaching for Steve fucking Harrington forever and for always, holyĀ fuck, andā
āIām,ā he grasps as best he can at the straws of what it means to form a thought, but all of what he comes up with is insufficient, rehashes the same core sentiment:Ā Iām less of a person when Iām not with you, Iām scared by what that means but Iām more scared by what it means not to have you, IāmĀ mostĀ scared by how hollow your eyes look and how dry your hair is at the ends because I pay attention where maybe almost everyone else has been letting that slide under the radar, Iām so fucking in love with you I think they could cut me open and only find you inside, Iām yours and I will be yours long after Iām more soil than corpse in the fucking ground, Iāmā
āJesus,ā Steve huffs, and something in Eddieās chest perks up at the bitchy little tone he throws put as he seems to give up on whatever was letting him stand in the doorway as he throws the door open and backs up into the hall, waving Eddieās direction with too much resignation: āget in here, youāre gonna get frostbite, man.ā
And maybe thereās a plummeting in Eddieās gut at the tone butā¦he doesnāt need to be told twice.
He also doesnāt need to experience the thickness of the tension that descends immediately between them once the door clicks closed, suffocating, burning in his lungs.
āHey,ā the word gets punched out of him, not least because Eddieās a little afraid that he wonāt be able to draw another breath to get anything further said.
āHey.ā
And Eddie still canāt fuckingĀ readĀ him, and holyĀ shit, does it sting.
āSteve,ā he only just manages not to moan but thenā
āWhy are you here?ā
And itās soā¦toneless. Kinda curt. SoĀ bluntĀ and somehow Eddie feels it more like a spike, a fucking harpoon through his sternum that drags bloody against his heart with every goddamn beat.
āI,ā Eddie licks his lips; āDustin, he wasāā
āOh,ā Steve sighs a little, bitter at the edges and Eddieās just grateful that itāsĀ something; āhe send you?ā
And Eddie doesnāt expect to feel it like a slap to his fucking face like this but: fuck if he doesnāt. Fuck if thatās notĀ exactlyĀ what it is.
āNo oneĀ sentĀ me,ā Eddieās fucking quick to correct that because Dustin may have begged him, but Eddie thinks his heartās been ready to scramble to Steveās doorstep and maybe just fucking grovel and promise to try and be whatever about him made Steve happy to begin with, or not be whatever put Steve off of him and they could be happy again, maybe, and Eddieās chest could feel less in a vise all the goddamn time.
āHe, uh,ā and Eddie stumbles a little around giving context when all Steve does is raise a doubtful brow at his denial that heās here primarily because of anyone but himself.
āHe said some stuff that,ā Eddie swallows hard, works his throat around a lot of half-formed things he doesnāt think he can quite get out before he ultimately just rasps:
āI got worried.ā
āNice of you,ā Steve laughs a little save thereās no humor, sniffs a little and itād read haughty if you didnāt know what to look for, if you couldnāt tell that Steveās eyes are stretched too wide, and shine a little too bright and his handās twitching to rise to the bridge of his nose and pinch which only ever meansā
āNot necessary though.ā
And itās so hollow, itās justā¦itās filled with so muchĀ nothing, those words, that voice, that itās an anguish all on its own, andĀ fuck, but how Eddieās voice breaks on the next words that he doesnāt even give conscious consent to even come out at all:
āYouāre supposed to beĀ happy, Stevie.ā
He feels the way his lashes stick as he blinks too fast, his heartĀ hurtingĀ because Steve looks like heās in fucking pain and why are theyĀ both in painā
But Steveās expression is all scrunched up, and heās frowning, fucking baffled at Eddie from across the space, so small, cramped to the wall next to the closed front door but as good as a continent, an ocean stretched between for how Eddieās can feel his heat, canātĀ reach, and then Steveās squinting and near snapping:
āWhat?ā
And itās said so sharp but then weirdly without theĀ biteĀ in its anding, like heās too worn down, too drained somehow to manage it, or even really want to. Eddie..
Eddie isnāt sure he wants to keep learning just how many times, how many ways a heart can fucking break.
āI,ā Eddieās throatās dry as shit and he cannot possibly care because his heartās pounding in a way he doesnāt know heās felt before, because itās all wrong, isnāt it, itās all so fuckingĀ wrong; āwhatever I was doing that was bringing you down,ā he shakes his head, desperate as he leans forward to Steve as far as he dares, closer but not close enough, never closeĀ enough:
āIf Iām gone, youāre supposed to beĀ happyĀ and itās like,ā Eddie groans, and maybe itās more of a whine really, fuck it all, that fits, that fucking makes sense because; āyou didnāt want me here anymore, so Iāā
āI never said I didnāt want you here.ā
Eddie startles, heart in his throat again and hammering, violent and hellbent as Steve cuts him off, voice bowstring-taut where it cuts through the mounted tension, but does nothing to diminish it in the process; does nothing to ease the way it makes Eddieās pulse work harder, desperate to fight the weight of it.
āI have never onceĀ wantedĀ you to beĀ anywhereĀ but here,ā and Steveās voice is fuckingā¦painedĀ and just, just:Ā how?
āStevie,ā Eddie pleads, because he doesnāt fuckingĀ understand; āyou flinched when IĀ touchedĀ you,ā and Steve does it just then, the slightest bit; Eddieās chest clenches just at the echo of it.
āYou moved away from my mouth when I tried to kiss you,ā and oh, how that had hurt, how that had withered things in Eddieās ribs that never died long, just regrew to be burned back because Eddie didnāt know how not to love Steve, didnātĀ wantĀ to know such an unthinkable thing: but good fuckingĀ god, if it didnāt start to hurt worse than dying when Steve stopped wanting himāand Eddie was okay with it not being love, for Steve, with it being too much or maybe too soon but heādā¦
Heād believed what they had was something beautiful; heād clung maybe foolishly to the possibility ofā¦maybe SteveĀ somedayĀ growing into love with him.
And then heād pulled back; then heādĀ spurnedĀ Eddieās affection with his body, he didnāt even have to say it, it was sown in hisĀ skin, heā¦
āThatās not truāā Steve starts, tone tight as he tries to defend but: no. No, Eddie hadnāt fucking created his own heartbreak from whole cloth, withoutĀ reason.
āYou turned, repeatedly,ā Eddie hates that it comes out as accusatory as it does, but heā¦he wasnāt fucking imagining it, he hadnāt been because you canāt make up that kind of knife in your chest, youĀ canāt.
āYou tried to make it look like a coincidence. But when you keep getting your mouth on the man you loāā and Eddie, he chokes it back as much as it wants to come out, to be spoken and known even if itās not returned,Ā neverĀ returned because itās not going away, itās never goingĀ away, but he, heā
He canāt. Notā¦notĀ now.
āWhen you keep getting your mouth on your guyās cheek and not his lips,Ā damn,ā Eddieās breathing shudders; āyou fuckināĀ notice.ā
Steve doesnāt say anything, but his gaze has shifted to the ground. Eddieā¦doesnāt know if he should take that as permission to keep going. He doesnāt even know if he wants to keep going in the first place.
His heartbeatās still a torrent, though, and heā¦he doesnāt know if he could stop the words that come next if he tried.
āYou stayed on your side of the bed all curled up, like you,ā Eddie swallows hard, because what heās about to say out loud fuckingĀ hurtsĀ to put into words; goddamnābecause he thinks itāsĀ true:
āYou made yourself small to not be near me.ā
Steveās shoulders shift, then, but he doesnāt move, just keeps staring at the floor.
āYou wonāt even look at me when all your plans to avoid me go wrong and we actually miraculously end up in the same place because of the kids,ā Eddie keeps going because heās opened the floodgates, heās let the feeling in him sneak through and it was too fucking big, it tore off the dams he tried to put in place to hold it all at bay; āif you canāt get away quick enough, every time I almost catch your eyes you look like youāre in pain,ā and he looks like it now, he looks like heās just made ofĀ hurting: āyou jump like you gotĀ burnt.ā
Steveās next inhale is a sharp gasp of a thing. Eddie tries very hard not to feel something like victory to getĀ somereaction from him.
He fails miserably.
āRobinĀ hissesĀ at me when I seeĀ her,ā Eddie keeps on, because he wasnāt lying, the gates have been obliterated, there are no guardrails left for the way his heartās such a mess and itās spilling onto everything,Ā intoĀ everything; āand Iām convinced sheās basically your subconscious manifest when it comes to who she turns her venom on,ā and even Eddie would have missed it if he hadnāt been fixated unwavering on Steve in all of his glory, now: those lips donāt quirk, exactly, but they move the slightest bit.
Eddie, again, didnāt really think that his heart could learn to break inĀ any more ways, but: here he is.
āYou didnāt pick up the phoneāā he damn near fucking moans because it hurts, it still hurts, it might always hurtā
āYou didnāt leave a message.ā
Steveās volley is clipped, a not-so-subtle indictment, gaze flicking upward when he speaks and Eddieās caught in thoseĀ sadĀ fucking eyes so swift and complete, it feels like all that he is might be forfeit in their hold.
Heās okay with that, though. HeāsĀ beenĀ okay with thatāmore than.
Itās when heāsĀ nothingĀ to that gaze, when Steve canāt even bring himself toĀ look, that Eddie starts to crumble.
āThe machine isnāt on,ā he breathes out, barely a whisper, and Steve just blinks, then looks back at the ground and Eddieā¦Eddieās not this strong, yāknow? Eddieās been barelyĀ anythingĀ forĀ weeks, in so many ways, and heā¦he canāt just keep holding himself together when all he sees is Steve inĀ pain, when his own pain makes himĀ weakĀ on top ofĀ everythingbegs.
āSteve,ā he murmurs, nothing short of a plea for fucking mercy, for this man to take pity and maybe just explain a little, help Eddie understand where it all went wrong; ātalk to me.ā
And Eddie isnāt expecting it when it happens, given the mostly-stoic mask Steveās perfected to keep him at bay: but when Steve breathes in deep and the motion, the sound of it shatters around something broken like a sob?
Eddie breaks right along with it.
āJesus,ā he half-gasps; āyou need to sit down, sweetheart, come on,ā because Steveās shaking, fuckingĀ shakingĀ where he stands; āhere, Iāā
And Eddie reaches, hand fucking trembling as he forces himself to keep enough distance for it toĀ haveĀ to be Steveās choice to touch, because if Steve doesnāt want him, if Steve doesnāt wantĀ any of him, ever, then Eddie has to learn thatās what his world is, thatās what his world will always be, no matter how his heart aches with it all andā
Steve steps, leans, and Eddie doesnāt need more assent than that; feels his nerves light up when Steve gives into his touch, doesnāt shy from the way Eddieās grip tightens on his arms as he walks them slow from the door to the living room, to the couch where he settles Steve carefully near where the throw pillows will cushion him; reins himself in from finding a blanket he knows is in the cabinet hidden by the TV and wrapping Steve up tight in it, keeps himself from sitting next to him too close, stops himself from gathering Steve in his arms, butā¦he canāt go too far.
HeĀ canāt.
āThis okay?ā Eddie asks gently as he can when he settles down the shortest distance away that he can justify, that he thinks he can get away with; Steve doesnāt stop him, doesnāt react and Eddieāll fucking take that.
He doesnāt even wholly-consciously put his hand, palm-up, on the cushion between them; certainly doesnāt expect anything but for Steve to scoot further from it once he realizes itās there, but thenā
Then Steveās hand is landing in Eddieās, and Eddieā¦after the shock settles, he fucking folds his grip around Steve so goddamnĀ tight.
And Steve doesnāt fucking flinchĀ away.
āTalkĀ to me, Stevie,ā Eddie breathes out, his heart doing wild things for the way it feels to touch that skin again, even so slight, so innocent: itāsĀ everything. āStevie,Ā please,ā and he wasnāt above begging before; with Steveās hand in his heās sure as shit not above it, now.
Eddie thinks heās holding out for nothing, then he scolds himselfāheās not holding out forĀ nothing, heās got SteveāsĀ handĀ in hisĀ hand, he can feel Steveās pulse at the wrist and yeah itās too heavy, itās too fast and all Eddie ever wanted to was to be the safe place that Steveās tension could ease into but the proof of life, ofĀ Steve,Ā here, withĀ him, is enough, itāsĀ enoughĀ and Eddie is a rich man beyond measure, heās, he is, itāsā
āIām,ā Eddie jumps a little, clings tighter to the palm pressed against his own when that voice scratches low into the space between them, and then starts to bleed feeling deep and unbridled when Steve whispers harsh:
āIt was already so fucking hard, before I loved you.ā
And Eddieā¦look.
Eddieās felt ice run through him before. Heās felt it when he ran terrified from what it meant to face down death. Heās felt it in another dimension as the bat bites stole the life from him. Heās felt it in his room because heād lost the sun heād shaped his world to orbit around, to draw life from.
Butā¦Eddieās not sure heās felt it take him over quite like it does just now; like it does when he has to ask, because thereās nothing else for it, he has to know and so he has to be the one to invite the ice into all he holds dear and maybe fucking ruin them both when he says it, pushes them past this point of no return:
āWhatās hard, Stevie?ā
And he waits, again, and tries not to fall for being too greedy, for getting too much when heās grown horribly accustomed toĀ nothing, and he should just give thanks for the way he can hear Steve breathe, a fucking miracle, aĀ gift; he doesnāt dwell on just how much the idea of Steve answering, of SteveĀ speakingĀ more andĀ tellingĀ Eddie what went wrong, whereĀ EddieĀ maybe went wrongā
āLosing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me,ā is what Steve says, plain like reciting a law of physics, a rule of the universe. āAnd I wasnāt even in love with you yet.ā
Eddieā¦feels bowled over and a little light-headed. Steveā¦loved him? He knew heĀ lovedĀ him like he loved the Party at large, fought for them all, would stupidly give his whole fucking life for each and every one of them butā¦this kinda sounds likeĀ more, and maybe Eddieās just got rose-colored glasses over it all, maybe heās suffocating himself under the veil of wishful thinkingā
But then he sobers because: loved.Ā Loved. Maybe itās just what heās saying and how heās saying it, like, incidental.
But it also soundsā¦past tense. And Eddieās heart, like; Eddie thinks somehow his heartĀ wailsĀ for the idea that he had this singular, precious man, maybe even his singular, preciousĀ heart, all this time, but now, now he doesnāt, andā
āI canāt sleep. Iām justā¦ā Steve shudders, and Eddie, he has to just grip harder to Steveās hand; if he canāt hold to more of him, he has to holdĀ hardĀ to what heās allowed, what heĀ doesĀ have.
āI woke up next to you, the most random morning, nothing out of the ordinary,ā Steve says it, voice a little distant, all of it sounding more like a story than anything save for how Eddie can still feel Steveās rabbit heart under his fingertips.
āAnd I realized how fucking deep I was in this,ā and Steve turns Eddieās hand a little in his own, spins one of his rings like he used to and Eddieās breath catches for it because it feels too intimate, it feels tooĀ right, like a dream thatāll fade so fast, thatāll decimate him all over again, whatāsĀ leftĀ of him, in an instant when itās gone again.
āSo fast, I know,ā and Steve says it like he has to justify his heart like this, and Eddieās struck with the stark realization of just how well he must have been able to hide what he thought heād been broadcasting to the fucking cosmos despite his best efforts not to be too much, or too intense, or too insane.
Not to broadcast to the world the obvious truth that his heart got rewired early to beat in the rhythm that spelledĀ Steve HarringtonĀ out in the goddamn starsābut Steve doesnāt seem to have seen it. Or maybeā¦didnāt believe what it was if he did catch a glimpse.
Fuck.
āAnd it was never about, like, what if you didnāt feel the same, or werenāt ready, thatās not, I mean,ā Steve tosses his head a little, and itās not just that the concept is already absolutely absurdāhow could Eddie know Steve,Ā trulyĀ come to know Steve, and be anything but ready to offer all that he is to him in half-a-blink?ābut itās more than that, itās that Eddie canĀ feelĀ that itās just going to get worse, that itās going to be more devastating when Steve finishes that thoughtā
āIām used to that, I wasnāt planning onĀ sayingĀ anything, at least not yet.ā
That.Ā ThatĀ is more devastating, because how can Steve beĀ usedĀ to not being loved with everything, it never fails to break Eddie when itās pointed out, when heās reminded that so many people had hurt him, had failed him, and now, nowā¦hadĀ EddieĀ done it too, without ever meaningā
But even more than all of that, fuckingĀ selfishly: Steve had been thinking of things in terms ofĀ not yet. Of aĀ future, where they hadĀ love.
Eddieās heartās fuckingĀ sickĀ with it, reluctant to pump at all because it justā¦it just feels pointless.
What had he fuckingĀ done?
āIt wasnāt something I even planned on having change how IĀ acted, really,ā Steveās continuing on, like the things heās saying arenāt earth-shattering, soul-torching; ārealizing I was like, whole-heart, soul-deep in love with you wasā¦ā and Steve just shakes his head and oh, oh but his lips kinda curve, he kindaĀ smiles, and itāsā¦
Itās full of so muchĀ regret, like, aĀ wistfulĀ thing in the worst goddamn way, and Eddie doesnāt think he can recover from this. Heā¦doesnāt even know where toĀ start.
āIt wasnāt that new, right, it didnāt justĀ happen, the only sudden part was putting it together, like, consciously,ā Steve lays out like heās making a map to try and explain to Eddie how his heart moves, as if Eddie hasnāt been making a study of that singular thing for months, planning to continue it for a lifetime, and apparentlyĀ still failing to realize so much that heās missed.
āSo itās not like, I meanā¦ā Steve worries his lower lip; āIād still treat you the same, yāknow? I didnāt have to change. And you didnāt have to know.ā
āBut,ā Eddie canāt hold himself back before his mouth moves before he thinks twice, automatic because; āyouā¦ā
The way Steve changed, the wayĀ theyĀ changed wasā¦thatās the reason for all of it, and if Steve specifically hadnātā
āOh donāt worry,ā Steve bites, so fucking sarcastic, so dismayed and soā¦goddamn resigned, unconscionablyĀ disgusted:
āIām fuckingĀ wellĀ aware.ā
And Steve folds in on his himself, and Eddieā¦Eddie canāt maintain the distance anymore. If Steve doesnāt want it, heāll move back but he, he needs to be close enough that Steve could fall into him, if he wantedā
It takes less than a heartbeat, and given how Eddieās pulse is auditioning for the role of a caged birdĀ sobbing, itās swift: as soon as heās close enough to think he can feel how Steveās body moves the air around him just for breathing, never once letting go of Steveās hand in the process, Steveās following the slightest pull Eddie gives on that hand, and falling into Eddieās side.
And fuck if Eddie doesnāt wrap around him theĀ instantĀ heās pressed against him; if he doesnāt tuck Steve into him and keep him under his arm; doesnāt sink into and relish the way the weight of Steveās head goes just to the side of his chest, can undoubtedly hear the cacophony inside, andā¦he just presses harder,Ā nearer.
Eddie might fuckingĀ cry.
āNightmares,ā Steve finally croaks, and the way it resonates, the way it hangs foreboding as a horror is thick in Eddie veins. āLike Iāve never had before, not afterĀ anyĀ of it,ā and he shivers, ducks somehow closer into Eddieās collarbone, like he means to hide and of course Eddie will keep him, will shield him, will protect him from the whole goddamn world. For anything and everything.
For fuckingĀ ever.
āI know what your chest feels like without a heartbeat I can find,ā Steve turns his face further into Eddieās chest, will damn well fucking feel the skip of that heartbeat thatād be a trialĀ notĀ to find just now, and oh, oh just:Ā Stevie.
āWhat your mouth feels like without breath coming out, what your lips feel like cold,ā and he sounds so tormented, soĀ wreckedĀ but then beyond that: disassembled and left for carrion, unforgivableāSteve should only be treasured, not taken apart andā¦discarded.
Eddieā¦Eddie didnāt discard him, he wouldĀ never.
So how theĀ fuckĀ did they end up here, like this, where Eddieās just trying to hold Steve close enough, steady enough that he can staunch all the invisible, undeniableĀ bleedingĀ in him?
āI know what your blood tastes like,ā Steve breathes into the notch between his clavicles; ābecause it was all over when I tried to breathe for you.ā
Steveās mouthās right there when Eddieās breath caches, when the whine brews just under his lips where they drag sloppy against Eddieās shirt, wet on the cotton and so alive, soĀ aliveā
āI know howĀ myĀ heart stopped when I thought it had all be for nothing,ā Steve whispers there, and then holds where Eddie knows he can feel the pulse; āthat Iād failed you, thatāā
And Steve shakes his head, and Eddie makes to speak, to tell Steve he couldĀ neverĀ fail him, notĀ ever, but Steve seems to have broken his own floodgates, now, and he spills:
āBut thatās wasnāt new, right, so I wasnāt expecting any of it to shift, yāknow? Like, if anything I figured, withĀ loveĀ in the mix itād be more, like, fear of rejection, shit from, just, with all the girls, with Nance, like all that old high school bullshit would be what reared its head,ā he laughs, the most tragic sort of agony in the sound where it never should be, where there should only ever be SteveāsĀ joy:
āBut nope. Nope, my scrambled goddamn brain decided fuck that, letās try something else.ā
And Eddie canāt seem to get any words out anymore, now, much as he wants to. His mouthās too dry, throat too tight. He just clings,Ā clingsĀ soĀ tightĀ and fuckingā¦prays that Steve can feel in his hold, in his heartbeat, in everything between them here and now, that he loves all of Steve. That all he is, is committed to making sure that Steve doesnātĀ hurtsĀ like this anymore, ever again.
If Steve will let him.
āI didnāt want you to leave,ā Steve whispers, āI never,ā and he shakes his head, smashes his lips over his teeth, jaw tense enough to twitch and Eddie just wants to fix it, just wants to ease all of it and make SteveĀ okay, and somehow make up for how heādespite never meaning to, despite neverĀ choosingĀ to beāseems to be the reason Steveās in such turmoil, suchĀ pain.
āI can see how it looked like that, like, I hear what youāre saying and I get it, but,ā Steve licks his lips, brow furrowing in the way Eddie loves to smooth but he doesnāt think he can, now, doesnāt think he should and itās twice the wound just to watch like this: to know it might not be welcome, and to know that Steve may have to hurt here, beyond Eddieās capacity to soothe, in trying to work through what it is thatās gutting him so harsh.
āWhen youād reach for me, sometimes it would jolt me out of the, like, fog of it all,ā Steve finally says it, tells him without looking to make eye contact but heās tracing Eddieās fingers, now, and it feelsā¦significant; ābecause itās the worst when I sleep, when I see all the what-ifs, but when I wake up it always lingers, and I get lost in it all the same, it all hits just a little different from whatās actually happening and then from the dreams, how it was when Iād watched just seconds before, when youād,ā and as much the words dry up in an instant, choked on a swallowed-down sob, Eddie can hear the obvious ringing out as if it was ripped straight from that precious fucking chest, raw and bloody:
When in the dreams, youādĀ died.
āYou in reality was just, so opposite to what everything in my head sticks on?ā Steve breathes, less a question than a plea for Eddie to accept what heās saying, to understand andĀ believe, as if Eddie would,Ā couldĀ do anything else; as if the way the sheer truth of it in Steveās aching tone isnāt soaking into the layers of Eddieās fucking heart and flaying the pieces apart in real time. āThe echos, the, umm,ā Steve swallows, and Eddie cannot look away from the way how he swallows stretches the skin of his throat; āthe ghosts of the horror shows I get on repeat every time I close my eyes,ā he screws his eyes shut, then, like itās muscle memory, like itās ordained and unavoidable, to recoil from the magnitude of what haunts him in the night.
āLike, how could you be touching me, when you wereā¦ā
Steve lifts their clasped hands to his mouth and Eddie nearly comes apart for how it feels, but then at the very same time he aches for the way Steveās hand canāt wholly stop trembling, even as he pulls Eddieās pulsepoint to the swell of his lips where he murmurs:
āHow could you beĀ warm?ā
Eddie watches, refuses to blink, as Steve holds there, breathes there, nuzzles a little against Eddies wrist and drags his lips there, back and forth and Eddie might fucking die here and now, like this, because itās perfection, but at the same time, itās devastation incarnate.
Itās pure fuckingĀ pain.
āI didnāt want to make you feel how the,ā Steveās throat clicks for how hard he swallows; āhow the things in my head felt. Especially after the first few times,ā he shakes his head, and Eddie can taste his own pulse for how hard it beats at the base of his throat; āI couldnāt tell what was real, when you were against me. Because it felt more real then anything, but Iād justĀ watchedĀ you,ā and again, the unspoken is louder than words themselves could ever be:
But Iād just watched youĀ die.
Eddie wants nothing more than to slice himself open somehow, and gather Steve inside him and hold him closer than close, so that he can know all the reassurance he needs and Eddie can know it too, at the very same time; so they can know each otherās lifeblood as close as their own, because for Eddie, Steveās is closer, meansĀ moreĀ than his own: he just wants to gather Steve close andĀ keepĀ him so fucking safe. Keep the whole of him,Ā unwavering.
āIt scared the hell out of me, but then the first time I woke you up,ā Steve closes his eyes, bites at his lip again.
āYou were out of it, I think I scared you, too, and I couldnāt even see everything beautiful about you withoutĀ seeing,ā and Steveās voice is a harrowing thing, is so fuckingĀ gutted out, and Eddie just wants to beā¦Eddie just needs to go back to that moment, he canāt even remember the moment where he didnāt even know he failed to make Steve feel better, safer, not fuckingĀ aloneĀ and all he wants is to go back and find that turning point and turn it on its head. Make itĀ right.
But then Steve is gabbing his hand, and lacing their fingers so tight it fucking hurts in the best possible way, before he breathes out a whisper:
āIt was theĀ worst thing thatās ever happened to me, when it actually happened,ā and they both know he means the bats, and the blood, and the red lightning sky; ābut itās like my brain got stuck there, like it stopped at the losing and not what came after,ā and Steve brings Eddieās hands up to his lips and less kisses, more buries his face in Eddieās hands and just breathes before he moans a little around the words left:
āIt got stuck, and it just runs from there.ā
And if thatās not the simplest line of pure ruinousĀ hurtĀ that Eddieās ever heard, holyĀ fuck.
āStevie,ā and itās Eddie who moans around the word, now, because god, his babyās been aching with all this forā¦for howĀ long?
āYou hold your breath sometimes when we kiss,ā Steve says, more incidental on the back of a breath, mostly air around the moving of his lips; āand when my headās been like this, just, soaked inĀ this, I canātāā
And, oh.
Oh, Steveāsā¦Steveās telling himĀ why. Heās explaining why he, why he did all theā¦why he turned away, why he pulledĀ back, and oh, ohĀ godā
āRobin doesnāt know all the details,ā he pushes on, and Eddie can see how heās biting down on his tongue fucking hard behind his lips; āIām sorry sheās been,ā he huffs a little, tips his head as he circles his thumb a little against Eddieās knuckle; āgrowly at you.ā
āDonāt be sorry,ā Eddie breathes, cupping Steveās face because heā¦heĀ needsĀ to, he needs to show him heās cherished, that Eddieās heart is his, fucking beats for him and belongs to him and he, he isā¦
āBaby, donāt be sorry about anything, please donāt beĀ sorry,ā Eddie begs because, because fuck: āIāmĀ the one whoās sorry,ā and he is, heās so sorry, he didnātĀ knowĀ but he never wants Steve to hurt and heās only made Steve hurt harder because he thought he understood and was doing what he could to help and in truth he was doing anythingĀ butā
āI couldnāt look at you because my heart hurt,ā Steve turns his face into the palm Eddieās framed against his cheek; āand I know you stepped away because I canāt get my shit together, because Iām losing my fucking mind and,ā but he didnāt, he didnāt and he wants to say it but Steveās barreling on, convinced as fuck and thatās, thatās notĀ okay; āand I know, of course I know that itās better that you donāt go down with me, I know that. But fuck,ā Steve laughs in that terrible, self-sacrificing way that has no idea what heās worth, what heĀ means:
āI donāt know what hurts more, the dreams or the waking hours when I see you and you arenāt, you donāt feel,ā Steveās words catch again, and he shakes his head into Eddieās hold, breathes as Eddie strokes his cheek and holds him, just holds him until he can say the rest:
āLosing you like that is worse, but itās not real,ā Steve swallows hard, keeps his eyes clenched shut tight like thatās the only way he can manage to keep going; ālosing you likeĀ thisĀ is better, because youāre still,ā and Steveās fingers find the pulse at his wrist againābecause somewhere, itās still beating:
āBut then, itās theĀ truth, and,ā Steveās voice cracks and god, this man, this beautiful manā¦
āIt just hurts,ā Steve says āsoĀ goddam much andāā
āThatās not the truth.ā
Eddie canāt keep waiting, just to let Steve keep circling this horrific pit of agony, for all the things they both misunderstood, for all the hurting theyāve both breathed through too long.
No more. Steve blinks up at him, andā¦yeah.
Eddieās turn, now.
āI am yours,ā Eddie pledges like his whole lifeās behind it, and in truth: it is. It absolutelyĀ is.
āAnd I feel so fuckingĀ muchĀ Stevie-baby,ā Eddie whispers, because thereās something profound in it, and thereās something magical and beautiful and sacred inside all Eddie feels so much of, and it needs to be revered accordingly as he traces Steveās cheekbone, the bow of his lips with nothing less than worship. āI didnāt think people were built to love like this. Iāve never seen it. I didnāt know it was a thing to feel at all until now.ā
He means it. Steveās gaping at him a little, marveling a little even, maybe, but itās not an unbelievable thing. Because this is Eddie Munsonās heart. For Steve Harrington.
This is theĀ onlyĀ thing.
āAnd IĀ amĀ sorry,ā Eddie exhales all that he has in him to give to an apology because he isĀ sorry, he thinks thatĀ sorrymight be seeping out his pores: whatever he did to cause this, whatever extent of a part he played, as much as he never wished or planned to.
Heās fuckingĀ sorry.
āI didnāt leave, I just,ā he tries to explain, tries to prove somehow that no matter how fucked it all came out to be, he could neverĀ leaveĀ hisĀ Stevie.
āI didnāt leaveĀ you, not at all like youāre thinking,ā he kisses Steveās temple, and then draws him close to speak into his skin, like he can press it deep enough for Steve to know without a shred of doubt as he strokes Steveās hair, tangles his fingers and holds him dear, breathes him in.
āI thought maybe you needed space, but I should haveĀ asked,ā Eddie laments with a waver in his voice, eyes watering because fuck,Ā fuck:
āI wanted to be what you needed so bad I hurt you on the way,ā and isnāt that the fucking kicker? Isnāt that the gut punch, the unbearable truth at the core.
āThen I stayed away, because all signs pointed to it beingĀ me,ā Eddie murmured into the crown of Steveās head; ābut that was just because Iām scared, because loving you this much is bigger than I can hold sometimes,ā and he makes himself pull back so he can meet Steveās eyes, red-rimmed to match Eddieās where theyāre actively streaming now as he breathes out the truth of his deepest, truest fuckingĀ soul:
āYouāre the best thing I could ever ask for and I,ā and he bends his forehead to Steveās, breathes there for a handful of beats:
āI didnāt want to push you, and ruin it,ā he confesses as the weakness that drove him to cause so much suffering, in only hoping toĀ help. āI didnāt want to lose you, because Iām selfish, and havingĀ youĀ taught me a whole new level of what made breathing worthwhile,ā and he brings Steveās hands both to his chest now, presses them tight to the shaky rise and fall, the tremorous hammering underneath as he speaks clear the only truth heĀ reallyĀ knows:
āHeart andĀ soulĀ I love you, Steve.ā
And Steveās hand on his chest clenches, and Steveās breathing stumbles, and EddieĀ lovesĀ him.
So goddamnĀ much.
āI didnāt mean to leave you, I would neverĀ meanĀ to,ā Eddie tells him, shaky and watery with the tears that are still falling; āI thought I was doing what was right,ā he huffs, because, nice fucking work on that one, Munson, definitely bet on the winning goddamn horse there, JesusĀ Christ.
āI never, ever wanted to hurt you, I couldĀ neverĀ want to hurt you, Iād rather cut my own arm off, my own heart out,ā and he turns his head the slightest bit, so he can find skin to kiss how much heĀ means thisĀ into:
āI am so fucking sorry.ā
Steve chases his mouth and Eddie leans, keeps himself pressed up close to speak straight against him as he gathers Steveās hands at his chest a little tighter, tries to convey everything he might do with his eyes with the rest of his body now, with the way his voice floods with the heart of him whole:
āCould you ever,ā he stammers a little, because heā¦he doesnāt want to face what it means if the answer to what heās about to ask is set to break him apart all over again.
But heĀ loves this man, and now that he has what could be a chanceāSteve canāt be leaning into his touch, canāt be telling him all of this started because it hurts too much toĀ loseĀ Eddie, with there beingĀ no possible chanceābut Eddie might have a chance to have Steve back, toĀ keepĀ Steve for always.
Like fuck heās gonna be a coward at risk losing thisĀ again.
āCould you, yāknow, like, ever think about giving me a chance to make up for it?ā Eddieās voice is so small, but soĀ earnest, because he will doĀ anything. āTo fix it, and prove Iāll never hurt you again if I can help it,ā and he will, he will do whatever it takes to prove what his heart and soul knows through to the bottom, bright inside his bones:
āFuck, Iād break myself in half before I hurt you again, baby,ā he promises, vows deeper than anythingā
āI donāt want that.ā
Steve blinks at him, eyes fuckingĀ intense, and Eddie stills, his heart plummeting becauseā¦well, of course it was possible, and of course Eddie understands, heĀ hurtĀ Steve in a way he doesnāt know if he can wholly forgiveĀ himselfĀ for, in a way thatās maybe worse for how Eddieād tried for anythingĀ but, such a gross misstep and heā
āI donāt want you broken,ā Steve reaches, flips his palm from atop Eddieās heavy thumping heart and grasps, brings Eddieās hand to his lips and kisses there, pinning Eddie with his gaze through his lashes:
āNot ever, not for anything,ā Steve says it heavy, emphasizes each word with intention: ānever forĀ me.ā
āYouāre the only thing thatās worth it,ā Eddie counters, just as firm, just as committed to that truth with his whole goddamn chest: āworth anything.ā
WorthĀ everything; and Eddie thinks Steve hears that too; hears it all.
And itās Steve whoās reaching, now, whoās framing Eddieās face and pulling him in and Eddie sinks into it, falls into the way that Steve moves him, takes control in those subtle, automatic ways and fuck if Eddie didnāt quite realize just how much he missed this part, the way that Steve commanded the moment and tipped his chin just so to kiss deeper, to draw moans from spaces inside Eddie that he didnāt even know he possessed: electric.
In-fucking-toxicating.
āCome home?ā Steve asks-but-tells him soft, earnest; āwhat IĀ doĀ want, is for you to come home.ā
And fuck if Eddie wants anything else in the world; fuck if that isnātĀ everything.
Home. With hisĀ Stevie.
He chokes on a fucking sob and he wraps around Steve so goddamnĀ tight.
āThank you,ā Eddie presses lips to his jaw, peppers kisses up to his temple, across his brow, down the bridge of his nose, worshipful and dazed, so viscerallyĀ relieved, like a noose he didnāt know was tightening around his neck was suddenly torn free and he can breathe, he canĀ breathe, heās still got the best fuckingĀ reasonĀ toĀ breathe.
āThank you,ā he mouths at Steveās lips as he makes his way down his chin to his neck to worship that space with this gratitude, his devotion as he swears deeper than heās ever even considered committing to anything:
āPromise you wonāt regret it.ā
āIĀ donātĀ regret it,ā Steve shakes his head like the ideaās anathema; āmaybe it was hard, some of it, and maybe it was getting harder, worse than I could keep a handle on, but without you,ā and Steveās voice breaks a little, and he shakes his head harder, more like heās trying to get rid of a nightmare, his eyes glassy when he looks back up:
āWithout you is so much worse, Eds.ā
And Eddieās heart jumps because heās not okay with that hurting.
But also because Steveā¦Steveās saying outright, after all of this, thatĀ withĀ Eddie is a better way toĀ be.
Fucking sue him if that hits him just so, okay?
āIāmĀ sorry I made you feel like I could ever want a life without you in it,ā Steve whispers into his temple, teasing his hairline. āFucking unthinkable, baby.ā
And Eddie shivers, becauseā¦heād hoped this could be where theyād end up, but heā¦he was scared. So scared that heād lost it, that there was no coming back.
āGod, I missed you,ā Eddie breathes, shaky as fuck, wet on the edges at best; āevery second of the fucking day.ā
āMe too,ā Steve meets him, a little sniffly in his own right; āso much, Eddie.Ā SoĀ much.ā
āIām sorry,ā Eddie says again, wobbly, because he is, he fuckingĀ isā
āStop saying youāre sorry,ā Steve chides him with a peck at the bow of his lips; āI believe you, that you thought it was the right thing.ā
āBecause it meant makingĀ youĀ happy, not for me,ā Eddie needs to he sure Steve knows that part, knows it in his fuckingĀ bones. āI would never leave you becauseĀ IĀ wanted to,ā Eddie whispers, kinda fucking horrified at just the idea; ānothing could make me want that.ā
He cups Steve cheek and lets Steve lean into how it fits just so before he murmurs low, still shaky:
āBarely evenĀ survivedĀ it,ā because fuck, now that itās over, Eddie can appreciate how much it took from him, being away from Steve, and when he couldnāt even seeĀ why. āYouāre the sun, Stevie.ā
And fuck, if thatās not the truth. He is the center of the galaxy. He is all life in the universe.
Everything.
āSteve,ā Eddie finally disturbs the sweet bubble ofĀ yes, right, this isĀ rightĀ that theyāre holding between them, and only because heā¦
He canāt risk this. Ever again. And heās not foolish enough to think this thingās fixed, that itās one and done. ButĀ Eddie, and his devotion to Steve, and hisĀ love: thatās not ever going to be done.
Loving Steve is not something he is fuckingĀ everĀ going to be done doing. Done drowning in gratitude for the goddamnĀ privilegeĀ of.
āI need you to promise me youāre never going to keep this,Ā anythingĀ that hurts like this, locked up ever again, okay?ā he runs his thumbs along the crests of Steveās cheekbones. āI am here with you, I want to be here for everything, all of it, always,ā and he kisses just between Steveās brows, holds there for a few moments before he leans back and lifts Steveās chin on his fingertips to look him straight in the eyes, see down to his soul entire:
āIām neverĀ notĀ going to want to help, to try and make the hurting go away, or at least find a way to help make it easier to bear,ā and he means it, and he holds Steveās gaze firm until he can see the conviction in his own veins start to color Steveās irises brighter, to be taken in andĀ believed.
āYou could tell me to fuck off forever,ā he tucks his cheek along Steveās, burrows a little on the crook of his neck to breathe in the scent of him, to feel his blood move under the surface; ālikeā¦leaving you alone this time was a bridge too far, go to fucking hell Munson. You could come to me in twenty fucking years and Iād still drop everything just to make you hurt less.ā
And Steve cranes his neck, opens up that space for him and lets Eddie fit there closer and just breathe, breathe,Ā breathe, tucks Eddie underĀ hisĀ chin like the tables are turned andā¦maybe they are. Or else: no, notĀ maybe. TheyĀ bothĀ were hurting. And theyĀ bothĀ love too much to let any of that hurt be anything but tended to, but dressed and cleaned and soothed, now that they have each other in armās-reach. Now that they can press each other close and hold andĀ be, and remember all over again what life feels like where it sings in one body held tight to another, when itās loved this full.
Steve keeps him there, lets him get his bearings, before Eddie inhales extra deep so heās got Steve in his lungs when he makes himself pull back; gathers Steve toĀ himĀ again, now, and itāsā¦itās just as much a comfort. It doesnāt matter whoās in whose arms. So long as theyāre here.
So long as theyāreĀ them
āThis is,ā and Eddie makes damn sure that his hands are on Steve and nowhere else, that heās holding onto Steve, that his fingers are locked with Steveās, that heās entangled to the point where itād hurt to get out but heās never going to try so itās irrelevant. HeĀ needsĀ Steve to know, andĀ neverĀ question that Eddieās never goingĀ anywhere.
āAll this, isĀ heavy, Stevie,ā and heās got his lips pressed to Steveās hair before Steve can even finish how he makes to tense up; āand it breaks my heart that youāve been carrying it all on your own.ā
And Eddie holds there,Ā holdsĀ and keeps Steve soĀ close, until the other man slumps a little, until he gives that little bit of tension and then some back into Eddie, and it feelsā¦it feels like how Eddie imagines someone feels when they exchange vows at the altar, or else, how they want to, how itās talked about. Because thereās nothing present in this moment save sheer fuckingĀ trust, and the willingness to give between two bodies, two souls.
Eddie canāt help but pull him a little closer, duck down to trail his mouth down Steveās forehead, his cheekbones, the apples of his cheeks, just: show him how much he feels. How much he feelsĀ luckyĀ that Steveās leaning into him, that SteveāsĀ givingĀ him this; thisā¦opportunity to hold him up, too.
The fuckingĀ giftĀ of it. OfĀ him.
āSo strong, my sweetheart,ā Eddie mouths against Steveās lips, then; āso brave,ā and it kinda fucking floors him, really it does, that this man isā¦all that heĀ is. FuckingĀ superhuman, sometimes, good fucking god.
āBut IĀ loveĀ you, and that means you never have to shoulder anything alone ever again,ā Eddie moves to kiss Steve straight on, properly, and then he lets Steve deepen it as far as he wants: and shit, heĀ wants.
And Eddie cannot put into words what it means to have this again. To have his Steve in his arms, to have himĀ wantĀ to be there, to letĀ goĀ in Eddieās embrace.
āNever alone, baby,ā Eddie nips his lower lip when they break apart, gasping; āyeah?ā
āYeah,ā Steve says, clear eyed and red-swollen lipped and fuck, heās exquisite.
āI canāt take back what happened, with Vecna, the first time, or anything before or since,ā Eddie needs, all of a sudden, to bare a little more of his heart, to make sure Steve knows all the little crevices of him, so heāll never fill the gaps in with anything but the unfettered love thatās meant to be there, that lives there always and creates the shape of what Eddie holds in his chest.
āI canāt erase the fuel for your nightmares, and I hate that,ā Eddie moans, and Steveās the one who leans in for his lips this time, who kisses Eddie so fucking thoroughly he feels lighter, he thinks, for the pieces of him blissfully surrendered up on how their mouths meet.
Eddie decidedly doesĀ notĀ hate that.
āIĀ doĀ want to die in your arms,ā and Eddieās a little dizzy as he says it, giddy and buoyant with how his heart flutters and maybe another time heād think twice before being this candid, but not anymore. Not flooded with relief and joy and gratefulness like this, and faced with the real possibility of the future he aches for:
āWhen weāre old and grey and wrinkled and still so fucking in love that weāre rewriting what it means to feel,ā Eddie rips open the whole of his lovedunk heart for Steve to see and hear and know, and maybe even embrace for all the hopeless romance Eddieās finding realĀ hopeĀ for holding in Steve and Steve alone; āmaking new rules and setting new standards for everyone who comes after us, for how deep and much andĀ wellĀ we loved.ā
Eddieās never seen Steveās eyes shine like they do when he looks up and locks their gazes, takes all that Eddieās giving, showing: heās not just witnessing it.
HeāsĀ embracingĀ it. Heās fuckingĀ eagerĀ like Eddie is, and how could Eddie be this lucky, to be welcomed, to be forgiven, to be understood, to be given the chance to earn this for keeps, to hold Steve close and safe to his chest for fuckingĀ ever.
āIām sorry I hurt you, for trying to do it ahead of schedule down there,ā Eddie murmurs at the corner of Steveās mouth, justā¦just kinda to be close, to feel his breaths as they come; āand then thinking I knew what you needed and fucking it up, here,ā and he makes himself draw back, then, to hold Steveās chin and look him square on, because he needs Steve to see, he needs to hear and know, just, like, one more time, in case itās the one that sticks strongest, most lasting:
āI never meant to hurt you,ā he doesnāt let himself drown in those eyes just now, needs to tether in them and weave himself in the thick glow of them, the way the caramel color swims; ānever want to hurt you,ā and he lifts his touch to run his thumbs under Steveās eyes, no tears to wipe but he feelsā¦he feels a need to touch there, delicate, reverent:
āNever want youĀ toĀ hurt.ā
āI know,ā and Steve wraps his fingers around Eddieās wrist, holds tight; āI know, babe, thank you,ā and Eddie is going to make sure he doesnāt overlook any of this ever again: Steve failing to understand how deep Eddieās feelings run, howĀ muchĀ he means to Eddie, how Eddieās heart couldnāt even beat right without him, for how much of itās made up of Steve.
Heās going to make sure Steve knows that the only thanks necessary in what they share is the all-encompassing gratitude. Is just being thankful, for the fact of a love unprecedented.
āMaybe I could,ā Eddie throws off the first thing that comes to mind to face how they got here head-on, and maybe he riffs out loud a little, goes with the pull at the base of his heart and leaps, tries to chart the right course to make sure heĀ doesĀ get to die in Steveās arms one day, where they both take their last breaths in the same second and their hearts go to whateverās nextāsomething other or something quiet, something next or something finalātogether, always together, never-not-together, ever again:
āMaybe I could hold you tight to me, like, every night, all the time, and now that I know whatās happening here,ā he taps Steveās head lovingly, rests fingertips at the side of Steveās neck to touch at the pulse as he offers, kinda fucking clumsy, and hopes like hell the depth makes up for it; āthen I can be ready to catch you.ā
And Steve pulls back, just looks at him, and he feels so dismantled in the best of ways, like being unraveled when the knots holding you up were too tight anyway and then itās just pure release, and when he sees the soft little hint of a smile on Steveās lips, blinding in his eyesāitās everything as Eddie promises from his goddamn cells:
āI willĀ alwaysĀ catch you, Steve.ā
And Steve, he just sighs, and falls into Eddie once moreāagain, theĀ giftĀ of that kind ofĀ trust, Eddie will never get over it, or take it for grantedābut Steve just falls and burrows into Eddieās chest, settles at the center and Eddie would put fucking money on the fact that his heart swells to meets that weight, that presence of Steve; that every part of him just knows whoās there to listen and feel. That his beating fucking heartĀ wants, because of how much Eddie wants. How much Eddie knows this manĀ means.
āMaybe we could get a really big shirt,ā Eddie muses as he stokes up and down Steveās spine, spread over Eddieās whole chest as he is; āand stretch out the neck so we can both fit, then when you wake up and you think,ā Eddie pauses, doesnāt want to put those things into words to live in the world any more than theyāve already been forced there.
āBut then youāre pressed as close as you can be, and you can feel the truth, and I can hold you until you believe what you feel,ā he doesnāt know if that makes sense at all, but Steveās breaths are damp and warm over the barest ends of the scars that stretched a little farther toward the center of his chest andā¦fucking hell.
Thatās just a heady fucking feeling, yāknow? And all Eddie wants is toĀ keep.
āLike, maybe we could try it?ā
Heāll try,Ā moreĀ than try, just about anything.
āWhat if Iāā and Eddie doesnāt need Steve to finish that thought, he can read the fear, the worry, the resignation that heāll somehow have some reaction that being held tight to Eddie will make unbearable, maybe even dangerous given just how wide those eyes go.
Eddieās not gonna let that shit stand anymore. Not ever a-fucking-gain.
āThereās nothing you could possibly do that Iām not ready and willing to catch, and hold so close, and keepĀ soĀ safe. Remember?ā He tips Steveās chin up so he can look at him, drink him in entirely and hold him there until he can read that heās heard and understood through and through when he vows with his everything:
āAlwaysĀ gonna catch you.ā
And Steveās hands come to Eddie, now, and he writes the moment again, takes control of the momentum in between them and grabs Eddieās face, draws him into the kind of kiss that lights up his nerves neon bright and sparkling, shimmers through him like pure fuckingĀ magic:
āI love you,ā Steve breathes in between Eddieās lips, then goes to pressing that feeling all over, drawing the dopiest grin to Eddieās whole fucking face:
āI love you, I love you, IĀ loveĀ you,ā then he braces his palms on Eddie hips, and honestly, Eddie had apparently floated a little bit into the here and now because he hadnāt even wholly processed Steve straddling him until heās gazing down at him with so much fuckingĀ affection:
āThank you,ā and the serious tone he says it in is somehow made, like, twenty-dimensional and all the more significant; āfor coming back.ā
And Eddieā¦Eddie doesnāt really understand how thatās something to be thanked for when comingĀ backĀ feels like putting his heart back together again, but: fine.
He can meet the sentiment.
āThankĀ you, for letting me,ā Eddie leans in, kisses Steveās still-a-little-swollen lips; āfor wanting me.ā
āI want you forever,ā Steve answers, solemn and sure and without hesitation. āI want you,ā then he smiles, because maybe theyāre a little fucked up to find joy in this sentiment butĀ fuckĀ if itās anything but the best possible thing Eddie could imagine:
āāTil the day we die.ā
āSwear it, sweetheart,ā and Eddie isnāt even going to try and deny, or reshape the fact that heās just gazing at Steve, now, fuckingĀ marvelingĀ because how can he not?
WhyĀ would he do anything but wonder at the goddamn miracle in front of him, perched atop top him, nestled in his chest and safe inside his heart: why theĀ fuckĀ would he do anything else, anything less?
āStevie, baby,ā he exhales a little shaky, leaning into just, justā¦kiss all of it into SteveāsĀ soul:
āI fuckināĀ swearĀ it.ā
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Summary: Witches come to Hawkins from the power in the area due to everything with the Upside Down. The party gets in their way and Dustin ends up cursed to have a female body. When trying to get the curse removed, the same spell is directed at Steve, who doesn't find it such an issue.
Author's Note:
According to my Works page, this is my 500th Fic posted to AO3. I could do math to argue it cause there's some anonymous in collections and one fic that's actually a collection of others from when I started using the site, but still a brilliant milestone to have reached and I wanted to share that. Also yes, I am muddled over how to tag this fic cause of the curse shenanigans. If you wanna correct me, please do. I just had a day or two where the fics I was reading kept including a sex change curse where the person cursed hated it but was forced to conform to the gender presentations their new body made people expect of them and thought hell No, we've got trans care now, why wouldn't that get used? And then I got distracted entirely by Steve's gender euphoria when I started writing. She's cute.
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Monsters and unethical experiments, Steve could get. He had even accepted a kid having superpowers and classing everyone from the lab she was tortured in as siblings. Magic however was taking longer to understand and he wasnāt happy about its presence at all.
The fact these so called magic users looked like Macbeth rejects wasnāt helping him believe a word theyād said either. Heād hated being forced to study that in English class.
āWhat tech do they have and can we steal it? Use it to fight them?ā Dustin was questioning beside him, clearly also refusing to accept magic as an explanation.
āItās magic, Dustin! Thereās nothing to steal.ā Mike snapped, which, given it was the fifth time the suggestion had been repeated, made sense.
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The plan to try stealing the tech of the people claiming to be witches failed in its attempt. Dustin had been the one yelling about it, demanding to know where it was, so he was the one magic was directed at when the witches decided theyād had enough and were leaving.
He fell to the floor and half the group ran to him, while Nancy and Jonathan gave chase to the witches and Steve waited to see where heād be most useful.
āWhat the hell? No, no, no, this is wrong. Itās not me. I am not comfortable!ā Dustin woke up yelling from where heād fallen during the confrontation.
āGuess weāre going dress shopping.ā Mike stated, helping him up while looking him over an uncomfortable amount.
Steve tugged Dustin away from him, seeing the glower forming, āAre you fucking sick? No, heās not happy about this and weāre not making it worse for him.ā
āHe can pretend heās in fancy dress, a female NPC.ā Lucas tried suggesting, only to have matching glares levelled at him.
āAnd you just volunteered to express order a binder and a few sets of menās clothes in the sizes heāll now need.ā
Dustin blinked at Steve in something like awe at the words, āGenius? Thank you? That! Please, whatever you just spoke about, that. This feels so wrong.ā
āBut you look-ā Nancy had turned back to the room but as she spoke Steve lifted his bat, clearly ready to attack her if the wrong thing was said. āWeapons down please?ā
āObjectifying anyone is bad, forcing anyone to dress in a way theyāre uncomfortable with is bad, especially towards Dustin whoās just been cursed. Iām taking him to mine and getting the numbers to order the stuff I mentioned.ā Steve kept an arm on Dustinās shoulder as he led them out, clearly ready to protect his brother from anyone, friends or not.
~
Tracking down the witches was relatively easy, and Steve had thought that getting the curse undone would be easy too. That was why only him, Robin and Nancy had come along to confront them now.
Looking at the gathered witches he was starting to doubt the logic in that decision but knew between the three of them, they could fight a lot of things. āUndo your curse on Dustin.ā
āNo. The little prick deserved it, keeping up from the power.ā The central witch scoffed, glaring at him.
āIām not asking. Remove the curse.ā Steve raised his bat, knowing that behind him Nancy would be raising her gun and Robin keeping watch with golf balls in case one tried attacking before he noticed.
āNo, in fact, I think you should see what itās like.ā The witch started gesturing, muttering too quiet to be heard but Steve wasnāt trying to hear anyway.
As soon as the gestures began he was attacking, his bat making contact with at least two of the witches there before it dropped and he fell soon after, the magic overtaking him.
Robin had started throwing but as he fell darted to grab the bat to keep fighting, trusting Nancyās aim wouldnāt stray to her even as gun shots sounded behind her.
Two of the witches managed to escape through doors behind them but neither woman pursued them, hurrying instead to Steveās side, already expecting for him to look different given the transformation Dustin had been cursed with the day before.
āThe hell just-ā Steve groaned, pushing himself to sit up, āOkay, thatās new.ā He looked down at the breasts he now had before looking hopefully at Robin, āDoes this mean we can have sleepovers at yours Rob? Can you braid my hair too?ā
āSteve?ā Robin asked, sounding a little confused by the reaction but nodded, āYeah, I guess we can. Do you need clothes thatāll fit you?ā
āClothes shopping?ā Steve grinned in excitement, āWhen I can actually try on all the skirts and dresses? Yes, weāre doing that right now!ā He hurried to get up and was heading straight for the door theyād entered by.
Nancy groaned, shaking her head, āCanāt that wait until thereās not someone potentially wanting to kill us?ā
Pouting at her, Steve nodded, now looking around the room they were stood in, āSo are we trying to get any information on what theyāre doing while weāre here then? Or just escaping in case some of them survived?ā
āLook around quickly, but we know two escaped the room. I think we saw them all though so hopefully two will cause a lot less trouble now.ā Nancy decided.
They didnāt find much, but when they left Steve was carrying an old handwritten book that the witch theyād thought was the leader had been holding. He could only hope it was useful since he couldnāt make out what the words written in it were in the poor lighting.
~
Much to Steveās frustration, they didnāt let him stop at any of the clothes shops on the way back to the Wheelerās. Nancy insisted that they should update everyone on what had happened instead, especially since Dustin was still hoping theyād have a reversing for his curse.
Steve did at least manage to convince her to let him get changed into one of her dresses before telling everyone else what had happened.
Nancy went straight to the basement with the book theyād found, saying sheād let Dustin start looking it over while Robin helped Steve.
āWhat?ā Mike exclaimed first when Steve entered the basement.
Everyone turned at that, staring at Steve who smiled and did a twirl for them.
Robin glared from behind him, āWhat what, Michael? Never seen such a gorgeous woman before?ā
āYou yelled at me for saying Dustin needed dresses but have turned around and forced them on Steve?ā He yelled back, gesturing to her forcefully.
Steve rolled his eyes, āHey, shithead, I chose this. Itās like the best thing to me. Dustin hates it so he gets binders and help staying who he is, cursed or not. Capiche?ā
āYou want to be a girl?ā Erica goaded, looking her over sceptically.
Steve fluffed her skirt out, smiling a little before raising an eyebrow at her, āWhatās with the judgement, Erica?ā
āYeah! My sister is awesome.ā Dustin called out, looking up from the book heād been reading since taking a moment to stare at Steveās change.
Steve moved over to ruffle his hair, smiling at the support and the way Dustin was still claiming them as siblings, whatever gender they had. āThanks Dustin, you think youāll find much in that book?ā
āWitchās handwriting is terrible. I think they failed to become doctors, itās that bad. Thereās probably something, but Iāve only found gruesome spells and power tracers so far.ā
āWeāll keep looking. Together weāll get it sorted, I know.ā She reassured him.
~
After theyād all eaten, and confused Karen even more than she already was by the group calling two girls sheād never met Steve and Dustin , Steve started asking about going shopping again.
Robin leant on her shoulder, patting the opposite one comfortingly, āStevie, we donāt have time for a shopping spree. Theyāll all be shut now.ā
āOkay, I guess that can be for after the witches are gone, but I need clothes now, soo-ā He paused thinking for a moment before grinning, āRobin!ā
āYeah?ā She glared from her shoulder since there had been no need to yell when they were cuddled up together.
Steve nudged her playfully, āI have a list of clothes youāve got to lend me. Fashion show during our sleepover tonight?ā
She squinted at her, āYouāve got an agenda for the night, havenāt you?ā
āFashion show, make-up, hair, nails, face masks, and gossip. Weāre going it all!ā Steve ticked off the activities she wanted to do on her fingers as she spoke.
āWhat fun.ā Robin murmured tiredly, āCan I put on a movie while you do all that?ā
Steve pouted, poking at her, āRobinnnnnnnn.ā
She snorted, nuzzling him, āFine, weāll do it. Any other girls joining us? Also can we just like fetch whatever clothes you want to borrow and do the sleepover at your house?ā
āBut the fun is about getting to stay at someone elseās house.ā Steve didnāt protest much, even if he looked a little disgruntled at the request.
El came to sit with them before the pair could debate which home to use. āIf itās okay.ā She said seriously.
āDefinitely in.ā Max called from where she was currently leaning against Lucas.
āSounds hilarious. Iām in.ā Erica agreed too.
Nancy looked at Steve for a moment before shaking her head, āNever been my thing. Iāll skip it.ā
Robin wanted to argue, but Steve pinched her side. He was fairly sure that sleepovers had been something Nancy had done with Barb and never since so didnāt want that subject bringing up when planning a pleasant evening.
āMaybe Dustin should-ā Mike started in a goading tone, but Steve clicked at him.
āThin ice, Wheeler,ā She warned.
After taking a deep breath, Mike finished carefully, āShould DM a one shot and the rest of us stay at the Byers tonight to avoid explaining whatās going on to everyone if weāre going to reverse the curse soon enough.ā
āGood idea to stay in bigger groups in case the witches come back too.ā Steve agreed, glancing around at the group, āWhichever house we have our sleepover in, letās catch up at my house tomorrow to try and get a plan to take on the witches properly.ā
~
Robin hadnāt seen Steve so free with her emotions before, nor so excited to be doing things that seemed pretty normal. It had made the sleepover more fun for her, to see her best friend enjoying being a girl so much, even if it was tiring too.
El, Max and Erica had all drifted off to sleep a while back, and how Steve knew when to get the face masks washed off so it didnāt happen with them on felt like one of lifeās great mysteries.
They were a different mystery of Steve that Robin wanted to ask about though, and the quiet of the night seemed like a safe time to ask it. āHey Stevie?ā
āYeah Robs?ā She sounded half asleep already.
āHowād you know how to help Dustin? With binding and all that?ā
Steve made a thoughtful slow noise before replying, āWandered away from my parents the last time I got dragged on one of their trips, asked some questions that got some guys trying to direct me back concerned and learnt a lot of weird stuff. Useful stuff too.ā
Robin hummed, āIncluding how a woman can become a man?ā
āYeah, Iād actually been trying to ask if doing this was possible. They got confused by fourteen year old me.ā He remembered after thinking for a while. āRealised pretty quickly my parents would have had horrible reactions if Iād got the actual answers or acted on them.ā
āWhatāll you do if this is temporary?ā She asked after taking in the story for a moment.
Steve stretched. āFind answers to those questions now and take you to a city where I could actually do it.ā She decided.
~
The next afternoon found everyone scattered around Steveās home. Nancy had spent the morning looking for their own sources of information on magic and was currently going through them with Jonathan and a few of the kids.
Steve and Dustin were sat closely together reading from the witches book about transformations and speculating on whether the general transformation reversal spell would work for Dustin or not. The spell used on them hadnāt been found yet but Dustin needed a pause from deciphering the handwriting.
El and Robin were sat with them. They had been taking turns to write down what Dustin managed to read so they had an easier to read copy to keep. Now they were reading through their notes and wondering if magic was similar to Elās powers as well as if they were bothered about finding out.
āGive us our spell book back!ā One of the two witches still alive demanding, slamming the doors to Steveās home open, hands primed as if theyād start cursing any minute.
Steve and Dustin glanced at each other and the girls in front of them before jumping up and over the back of the sofa to face the witches, āYou came to us? Thatās-ā Steve paused as if thinking, āNice. Isnāt that nice of them, Dustin?ā
āDumb too, cause now theyāre reversing the curse on me.ā Dustin agreed.
āWhy would we do that, little girl?ā The second witch sneered.
Steve and Dustin shared a smirk before stepping away from each other, revealing El, already standing with her arm outstretched.
āBecause Iāll make you.ā She said, flinging the pair into the wall.
The display of power shocked the witches visibly and they were quick to beg forgiveness as well as that theyād reverse the spell as long as El didnāt do anything more to them.
Everyone else came through, having heard the commotion, and Nancy quickly picked up the spell book, levelling a stern glare at the witches. āI donāt think you should have this any more. Try being decent humans for a while.ā
For a moment one of the witches glared, ready to argue, but stayed silent when El moved her arm.
Dustin hugged himself as soon as the curse was undone, laughing and hurrying up to one of the spare rooms Steve had kept a change of clothes for him in. āIām me again! Couldnāt be happier to be in this body!ā
Steve stepped back when the witches attention turned on him. āIām getting the Hawkins lab to take the blame for this and give me new papers. Youāre doing nothing except leaving this town!ā She stated, pointing to the door of her home.
āItās not meant to be permanent.ā One of them muttered as they headed to the door.
Robin stepped in their way, looking them over carefully. āNot meant to be, but you had to do a reversal. Do you know how long it would last if you hadnāt?ā
āNever tested it. Book doesnāt specify.ā was the curt response.
āThen we will and since we have the book, weāll find a way to renew it if it fails at some point.ā She opened the door for them satisfied in their ignorance.
This made my brain go brr, therefore itāll make your brain go brr too if youāre following me <3
I have no time right now to elaborate too deeply on this thought but I just had a brain worm and I need to write it down before I forget. Who knows, I may elaborate and make this a whole thing with dialogue tonight, weāll see. TW for depictions of Steveās injuries post s4, vomiting, gore(?)
Steve refuses medical treatment at the end of s4, they drop off Eddie and he hides in plain site until itās time to take Dustin and Robin home.
They stop at Dustinās first, both he and Robin getting out to get Claudia Hugs (I just know she gives INCREDIBLE hugs). He drops Robin off at home with her promising to keep her walkie on their frequency. And then he goes home alone.
He tries to shower, it hurts his feet and back too much. He tries to change the ābandageā but just gently tugging almost makes him black out from pain. So he collapses on his bed and passes out.
Days go by, heās trying to act normal, like he isnāt always running a fever and his sides are itching and starting to smell under the cologne he practically bathes in. It works for a few days at least, but Claudia gets suspicious by day 3 post earthquake when Steve shows up for lunch with flushed cheeks. 2 days later he doesnāt show up.
She drives over alone, Dustin is at the Wheelerās, and she lets herself in with the key Steve gave her and Dustin after last summer. She calls his name, doesnāt get an answer but something smells off. Sheās a nurse, she recognizes the scent of disease.
She hurries upstairs and finds Steve in bed, only wearing boxers and the filthy scrap of cloth wrapped around his stomach. Heās sweating and has vomited on himself at least twice, recently too. She immediately knows that he is what smells, she can see the pus and blood on his abdomen. Heās delirious, mumbling to himself and part of her wants to shut down and cry, to go cradle this boy, her son in all ways but blood, but she canāt. She steels herself and walks to his bedside to feel his forehead, almost recoiling from how hot his skin is.
As she keeps checking him over, she grabs the phone on his bedside table and calls 911, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder to keep working. When the operator answers she explains who she is, where she is and whatās happening.
Itās a blur after that until sheās sitting in the hospital waiting room and she realizes that 1. her shirt and her hands reek of Steveās blood, and 2. sheās completely alone in the waiting room. Swallowing her tears, Claudia goes over to the payphone and fishes out some coins to call the Buckelyās. Robinās father picks up but quickly hands it over when Claudia mentions Steve.
She will never forget the choked off sound of pure distress Robin makes when she hears whatās happening.
Hours pass, Robin had arrived shortly after the call and her and Claudia have been curled up together in the waiting room every since. They havenāt called anyone else, havenāt even thought about it, too worried about Steve. Later, Claudia will remember the other kids who adore Steve, Hopper who treats Steve like a son. But in that moment, still not knowing if her boy is okay, she canāt.
Finally, a doctor steps out, clearly fresh from surgery, to speak with them. She explains that Steve had a very severe infection in multiple wounds, especially the ones on his side. They had to debride the wounds, which is what took so long. He was lucky that she found him when he did and that he hadnāt picked up any truly terrible bacteria. He hadnāt gone septic, thankfully, but he was going to be on seriously strong antibiotics for a while. She explained that he was in the ICU and they arenāt supposed to let anyone but family see him.
Claudia wanted to scream and sob and go find the Harringtons and get them to come see their son, but before she even says anything Robin explains that Steveās parents had all but disowned him and her and Claudia were both in his emergency contacts, not his parents.
The doctor lets them see him. They have to wear face masks and gloves, but they can see him. Claudia had never seen him look so small. And there, in that ICU room, her and Robin both broke and started crying. That was how Jim Hopper found them when he arrived shortly after, the nurses having called him. Heās wearing a mask and gloves but his eyes are wild and scared. He nearly falls over when he sees Steve.
Steve is unconscious for almost two weeks, though the first four or five days or so were due to sedatives - the doctor wanted him to rest and let the antibiotics work. After he was taken off the sedatives he was moved out of the ICU, to a regular room where other people could visit. The kids came and decorated his room, even brought something Eddie had ācommissionedā from Will (it looked like Steve ripping one of those creepy things from that alien movie apart, which she really didnāt get). Joyce brought him the quilt from her couch that he always enjoyed at movie nights and Robin came in every other day with his shampoo and conditioner to wash his hair for him (on days she didnāt come to wash his hair, she would come do something else with him. One day Claudia walked in on her painting his nails and her heart felt like it was melting).
The day he finally woke up was the first day Robin hadnāt been able to come. Her parents had forced her to take a break and get some sleep, so Claudia was there on her own just reading a book. She was so engrossed in it that she dropped it in shock when she heard the person on the bed in front of her make noise. Her eyes instantly went to Steve and she could see him scrunching up his face and groaning.
Claudia was by his side in a heartbeat, gently grabbing his hand and brushing a hand over his cheek, speaking softly to let him know she was there. His eyes slowly squinted open, clearly struggling to get the energy to move at all. Their eyes locked and his mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile at her. Then, as she was watching him with tears in her eyes, he opened his mouth and spoke for the first time in weeks.
āMomā¦.ā
hi actually your friends wanna hang out with you because youāre delightful to be around and itās fun to spend time with you. you make their day better and out of all people they could spend their day with, they choose you because youāre a good choice. your friends like you. they like you so much.
angsty.
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Eddie sees the photo of The Party from the Halloween of '84 and freaks out about them all being babies! By the time he met them, they were all highschool aged supernatural veterans! Not those little children! Where was Steve?!
He storms over to Steve's and rants about how he just saw the baby!Dustin who took on demogorgons and the government! What was he doing involved in that!? Did Steve know?? How can he keep bitching at Dustin for his attitude, when it's no wonder he's like that! And how can he continue giving him shit when he now knows what little pre-teen Dustin looked like??? He's a baby!
And Steve sits there on the couch watching Eddie pace around the room, waving his hands around to accentuate his points. Steve's kinda glad someone else is having this freakout, he had to have his alone after they finished off the demodogs. Steve sipped at his pop and wondered when exactly Eddie breathed.
On one of Eddie's spins back toward him, Steve picked up the bowl of popcorn he'd been eating before Eddie got there, and held it out to him. Eddie grabbed it and plopped down next to Steve, quiet for the first time in 20 minutes. He grabbed a fistful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth, wide eyes staring straight ahead into a existential crisis.
"You've asked me a million times why I don't set down my foot more often and say no to doing whatever he asks." Steve finally says. "This is why. He was already a supernatural veteran when I helped him with his little demo pet. So now, I don't know, I just want to make sure there's something he doesn't have to worry about.
And I know he thinks I'm just a dumb push over. But it's really because he's just a kid. And I'm the adult. And someone needs to make sure he stays a kid. 'Cause yeah. Maybe he looked like a baby at 12, but he's still a kid now. So welcome, Eddie, to the Protect the Kids' Childhood club. We can be co-presidents."
He finished his speech leaning into Eddie's space, smiling at him, and holding a hand out for Eddie to shake. Eddie just looked at him, eyes boring into Steve's as he turned on the couch so he could slide his hand into Steve's, holding it still.
"I'll be your co-president, Steve Harrington. As long as I can also be the one to remind you that you were also just a teenager when this all started. Maybe we can go do something fun together...without the kids."
Steve crooked a smile at him, running his thumb over Eddie's knuckles. "Soooo, like a date?"
Eddie sucked in a breath as a blush spread across his cheeks. "I- Would that- I mean- Are you- Hahaha ok."
Steve chuckled. "Ok. Let's go. I have this rental for another night, so why don't we go to the theater? See something new? Their popcorn's better anyway."
He stood, pulling Eddie up, officially ending their first meeting of the Protect the Kids' Childhood club and officially beginning their first date of the rest of their lives.
gif of baby!Dustin beneath the cut
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Apocalypse
Steve will drop lore on Eddie in this āeverybody knows this, catch upā kinda way when it painfully clear that everybody absolutely did not know this.
Like, Eddie asks Steve to move his chair so he can slide passed him like three time in the middle of a party at the Byers and is being ignored. Finally, heās like, āGround control to Major Asshole. Can you hear me?ā
Steveās only notices him because he kicks his chair in the process and is like, āOh, sorry, man. Gotta talk on my other side. I lost my hearing on this side.ā
Which, great.
Eddie feels like an asshole but he can actually put that to the side because the whole table is just like, āā¦what? Since when?ā
āUmā¦ā Steve says, like. Yeah. This is common knowledge. āTwo years ago?ā
One time in the middle of the summer, Eddie is ogling the freckles across Steveās shoulders at a pool party when Steve yawns. Eddie jokingly asks if teaching Robin to drive tired him out that much and Steveās like, āNah, I had a seizure this morning. Those tire me out for days. Itās so annoying.ā
āWoah,ā because Eddie didnāt even know that was something on their radar. Neither did Nancy judging by the whole plate of hotdogs she just dropped on the ground.
Steve causally mentioned that he didnāt have his appendix anymore a couple weeks after they closed the gate officially. Eddie asked when he had the surgery expecting an answer to be when he was a kid, but Steve gives him a weird look like, āUh, couple weeks ago.ā
āA couple - what?ā Jonathan sputtered from across the room. āA couple weeks ago, we killed Vecna.ā
āYeahh???ā Steve rolled his eyes. āAnd then I had my appendix taken out. Thatās what happens when youāre stabbed.ā
āYou were stabbed?!?ā
āCāmon, man. You were there. Keep up.ā
Eddie is shut up mid-sentence by lips against his and, wow. Whoa. Steve Harrington kissing him right now and Eddie should definitely kiss back but, āYou like guys? Iāve had a chance this whole time?ā
āIām literally bisexual.ā
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