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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Hii!, first of all, I want to say that I’m literally OBSESSED with of all of your works❤️

Second, can I request a story where Eddie says “sweetheart, In my mind we’ve already fucked”?

Thank you in advance <3

Genius, chefs kiss

I can feel him looking at me from across the rocking boat, my hands anxiously fiddling in my lap as I listen to the water splash against the wood beside me, Robin's figure slowly disappearing beneath the lake's surface.

"Are you gonna, ya know, follow?" I ask Eddie and he scoffs, reaching up to run his fingers through his messy curls. Though he looks put together, almost nonchalant and chill in this stressful moment, I can tell by his bobbing knees that he's beyond nervous- traumatized even- from the last few days and the events and deaths that have filled them.

"I don't know. I feel like someone has to keep watch." I offer but he just shrugs, not happy with my answer even though he's making no move to go in after Steve, Robin and Nancy. Looks like we're both cowards. "Plus, I don't really feel like getting undressed right now." I chuckle, wrapping my arms around myself as the air blows right through me.

"Oh, do I make you nervous?" He teases, knowing full well that I've had the biggest crush on him for the longest time thanks to Steve getting a little too high one night and spilling the beans. His eyes flutter away from me at the sight of my anxious smile and tense shoulders, giving me a second to breathe.

"If you go in, I'll go in too." I offer meekly, fiddling with the hem of my sweater anxiously. He looks back at me with a shocked expression at my proposal, his brows lifting in pleasant surprise. He sends me a nod and quickly strips himself of his vest and sneakers, looking down at the dark murky waters with a huff, his hands resting firmly on his hips. When he looks over at me, he senses my hesitancy and chuckles.

“Sweetheart, in my mind we’ve already fucked, so don't feel shy now." I roll my eyes playfully but I slip my sweater over my head anyways, leaving me in a simple tank top, goosebumps immediately lining my skin. His eyes widen and quickly avert from me as his throat clears, a bashful smile spreading over his lips. "Now it's my turn to be nervous."

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bluesfortheredj · 2 years

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Steve the patient.

You were on a boat in the middle of a lake waiting for your boyfriend to surface after having jumped in to find a mystical doorway to the upside down, and the funniest thing about this whole situation was that this wasn’t even the maddest sequence of events you’d encountered in your life so far.

“So you’re saying that down there,” Eddie peers over the side of the boat, “is some sort of portal that will take us into some fucked up version of where we are now?”

Both you and Robin nod in sync, “yep, pretty much,” she shrugs.

“Ohh… kay…”

A loud splash in the water makes you jump as Steve reappears, breathing quickly as he pushes the wet hair back from his face, “I found it, it’s there… it’s…” suddenly he yelps as he’s dragged down into the water once more and you jump in after him without any hesitation whatsoever.

You watch as he gets further and further away from you with his arms outstretched in your direction, then he disappears inside a glowing orange cavern that you desperately try and swim towards as quickly as you possibly can. Robin and Eddie are following you, unbeknownst to you right now, and when you finally squeeze your way through the hole as the lake bed you come out to find Steve on the floor being attacked by several bat like creatures.

“Oh no you fucking don’t,” you growl, picking up the nearest piece of wood and whacking one of the animals away from Steve’s abdomen.

They had wasted no time in feasting on his flesh and you quickly cut the other one off with a short, sharp hit just as Eddie and Robin try to wrestle with the one wrapped around his neck. You take a moment to glance around at your surroundings and spot a couple more of the ugly things flying towards you all, so ready up your makeshift weapon and swing it with full force as they come within target range.

“Fuck!” you hear Eddie hiss, “what the fuck?!”

Steve manages to be freed from the tail of this bat thing and sets about hitting it to death on the floor while the rest of you defend one another from the incoming group, then finally there’s a break in their advance and you can all take a breath and assess the situation you find yourselves in.

“Oh my… Steve,” you gasp, seeing just how deep the wounds in his stomach went, along with the raw, red line that now circled his neck.

He gives you a weak smile, “I’m fine, it’s okay.”

“We’ve gotta move guys… incoming,” Eddie interrupts, pointing up to the blackened sky and the huge flock of monster bats heading your way.

You place your arm around Steve’s waist and begin to run behind Robin and Eddie into the gnarled trees nearby where you find some shelter beneath a huge fallen trunk, and the four of you practically hold your breath until the hoard of creatures has flown overhead without noticing you all.

“Well this isn’t scary at all,” Eddie mutters, slowly edging out of your hiding place.

You and Robin follow cautiously, all looking up towards the sky with wide eyes, and you hear Steve groan as he moves, “(Y/N)…” he moans, holding onto the trunk to stop himself from falling to the ground.

Your head snaps around to see him blinking rapidly and looking a little spaced out as he props himself up, and you quickly run back to where he is and hold him up as best you could, “careful, careful,” you whisper, “sit down.”

Blood oozes from his wounds and his face is pale as you grimace slightly at the sight before you, “just stay there, okay?” you force a smile and he nods, leaning back in pain and letting out a deep breath.

You join the two concerned people looking in your direction, and you know you need to make a plan, “okay, we need to get out of here as soon as possible,” you state, “who’s house is nearest to where we are?”

“Uhh, Nancy’s right?” Robin suggests.

Taking a look around you, you nod in agreement, “right, we need bikes if we’re going to get Steve anywhere, do you think you could both go there and get some?”

“Split up in this hell?!” Eddie asks.

“We need to do whatever it takes to get out of here,” Robin shrugs, “come on, we’ll be back soon.”

“Be careful.”

“You too.”

You walk back to where Steve lies uncomfortably and he frowns as he sees the other two heading away from you both, “where are they going?”

“Transport mission,” you smile, “just relax, we need to fix you up a bit.”

“Don’t you like the rugged look?” he manages to joke.

“I love the rugged look, just not the half eaten alive look,” you point out, cupping his cheek in your hand.

You retract your hand and begin to unbutton your blouse, “here?!” Steve asks, looking around excitedly.

“No!” you laugh, taking it off and ripping the sleeves from the body, “bandages,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

Steve sticks his bottom lip out playfully, “oh. Well that’s disappointing.”

“I promise…” you begin, pausing to slip what remains of your blouse back on, “…to give you the night of your life if we get out of here alive.”

“I feel better already,” he grins.

“Right, sit up,” you instruct, tying the sleeves together so you could wrap it around his stomach.

He flinches as the fabric lands on the wounds either side of his abdomen and you mouth a sorry at him as you lean in to cross the pieces over at his back and bring it around to the front again to secure it.

“How’s that?”

He closes his eyes in slight relief, “yeah, better thank you.”

You look out of your hiding place just as the entire ground shakes and rumbles, and Steve immediately grabs onto you and pulls you onto his lap for safety, “that’s not fun,” he says as everything stops.

“Stay there,” you smile, quickly kissing him before crawling away.

“Where are you going?!”

“To get some sort of weapon just in case, there’s the oar Eddie had over there, I’ll quickly grab it.”

“(Y/N)!” Steve warns.

As soon as you’re out of your hiding place there’s a loud screech behind you and one of those pesky monsters suddenly flies directly at you, it’s teeth sinking in to your forearm as you bring it up to protect you, “oh just fuck off!” you frown angrily, desperately trying to shake it off.

Steve moves to come out but you look at him with a furrowed brow, “stay right there Harrington!”

You move back with this thing still attached to you and once your near enough to a tree you hit your arm against it, causing the thing to release it’s jaw, and you have just enough time to grab the oar and beat the shit out of it before returning to Steve.

“Sorted,” you huff when you sit back down next to him, weapon in hand.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head as he takes a hold of your injured arm, “and you’re meant to be looking after me!”

“It’s nothing,” you scoff, taking your arm out of his grip.

“Hey, look at me, will you?”

You turn to face him with a slightly anxious expression and he squints his eyes as he studies your face, “we’ll be okay,” he reassures, “I promise.”

He leans in to kiss you, and for a brief moment you allow yourself to be completely wrapped up in him so you can forget where you are.

“Is this really the time for that?” Eddie asks from behind.

Sheepishly the two of you separate to see Robin and Eddie standing there with four bikes, then Eddie slips his waistcoat off and chucks it at Steve.

“What happened?” Robin asks, noticing your arm.

“One of them stupid bats,” you reply, rolling your eyes, “so what now?”

“Well…” Eddie starts with a smile, “Dustin may have just saved our lives.”

He explains the gate theory as you all cycle to where his trailer is, and when you get inside there is indeed a huge glowing doorway on his ceiling right where Chrissy died. Pieces of it suddenly start falling to the floor until it reveals Dustin, Erica, Lucas, and Max on the other side, and they throw a makeshift rope through for you to climb. Robin and Eddie go first then you help Steve up before pulling yourself through and landing on the mattress that had been placed there for a semi-soft landing.

“Have you got any alcohol?” you ask Eddie as you notice the blood seeping through the makeshift bandage on Steve’s stomach.

He rummages around in the cupboards and finds a bottle of vodka which he takes a swig of before handing it to you. Everyone looks away as you take the fabric off of the wounds and Steve nods at you to do what you’ve got to do. He writhes around beneath you and groans as the liquid stings, then Eddie manages to find a first aid kit and throws it onto the seat next to Steve.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, quickly getting proper bandages out to fix him up, “I’m so sorry.”

“What about you?” he questions once he’s calmed down, “your arm.”

“I’ll do it,” Eddie offers, “if you trust me to.”

You nod, “thanks.”

Eddie leads you over to the sink, mostly so that Steve couldn’t see the pain on your face as he sterilised the bite, then he wraps another clean bandage around it and gives you a sympathetic smile. You hug him before turning to Dustin, “nice one Dusty bun.”

“We’d better get back,” Max warns the others, “the police will be looking for us.”

“Shit, yeah, you guys should lay low too,” Lucas says to the four of you.

“We can all stay here for now,” Eddie nods, “you go, we’ll be fine.”

They all leave and Robin and Eddie head outside to breathe some normal air after your time spent in the musty upside down while you lay Steve back on the sofa and kneel down next to him, stroking his hair.

“So…” he smiles, turning his head to face you, “about that promise you made…” he winks.

Request: can you do you following Steve into the upside down and the bat thing and getting back and taking care of him? Please?

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sturmhondsdemjin · 2 years

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Slowly; All At Once.

Summary: A moment of vulnerability brings about a confession in the form of eight words.

Author's Note: I can't help myself when it comes to these two. (:

***

Eddie fell in love with Steve the way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once.

He'd be kidding himself to say he didn't know or hadn't paid attention. He knew exactly when, where, and what. . . And he was enchanted from that moment on. But what Eddie didn't expect was how hard it would be to tell him.

For Eddie, love wasn't instant the way it was for Steve. He hadn't looked in the frightened brown eyes of this man and decided right there that he was the one, he hadn't felt a skip in the routine pattern of his heartbeat or desired to know everything there was about him. In fact, Eddie hated him, despised him. If it were between accepting Steve's help or selling himself out, he'd have chosen the latter on a good day. But it wasn't a good day, and he had no choice. He was on the run from a town that hated him for a murder he didn't commit; Steve was merely the means to an end, his only hope in an otherwise hopeless world.

Truthfully, it wasn't until the portal in Lovers Lake.

Sitting there in the boat with Steve preparing to jump into the water like it was just another Saturday night, leaving him with Nancy and Robin to wait and see if he'd find the portal. And then he had, and Eddie was proud. But then he was dragged back down, and he disappeared beneath the surface, and Eddie's heart was in his throat and he didn't know why.

Nancy and Robin certainly didn't hesitate to follow him down, and Eddie couldn't just sit there with Steve probably drowning. He was terrified of what he would discover through that portal, all of it just seemed so. . .unbelievable. But he was more terrified of Steve dying alone. He didn't even like the guy, not really, not yet. Well, he liked him enough to follow the girls through the unknown.

And then they found him. Steve. Those things had him, the Demobats, they'd called them. And Eddie couldn't just let him die. His heart was in his stomach then, his hands gripped tight around an oar from the boat, and all he could think about was how they were gonna get out of there alive. All of them. And Steve.

Then it was over, the bats were either dead or gone, but Steve looked rough. So rough. The Demobats “took a pound of flesh,” he said, and he was weak from blood loss and Eddie was simply weak in the presence of greatness.

“Earth to Munson,” Robin says, snapping her fingers near Eddie's face. It's not unusual for him to zone out like this lately.

He shakes his head, blinking back to life. “Huh? What the fuck, Buckley? Get your fingers out of my face,” he growls, it's non-threatening.

She laughs and hands him a beer. “Here. I won't ask.”

Eddie isn't sure if he's grateful or not. He and Robin are sort of friends now, thanks to Steve. He still finds her rambling annoying and the weird way she talks about movies and girls she's into and boobs at a thousand miles a minute a bit off-putting. But, for the most part, he likes her. She is Steve's best friend, and Eddie loves her for that. Someone has to take care of Harrington when he's busy.

“So,” she says, “how's he been lately? Better?”

“You spend more time with him during the day than I do, why are you asking me?” He doesn't mean to be a dick about it; he's tired and worried about Steve and they don't talk about what happened. Not as often as they probably should. He sighs, takes a sip of his beer, and stares out at the lake. “I don't know, man. We don't talk about it. He says he's fine but I touch him and he freaks out, you know? And then it's like he's back there again. . . Like he's almost dying again.”

Eddie kicks himself for how pathetic he must sound. He doesn't hold Steve's feelings against him, he understands better than anyone what he's going through. But Eddie talks when he's having a bad day, and Steve doesn't.

He shakes his head. “He say anything to you?”

“Not really, but you know Steve, he takes care of everyone else before he worries about himself.” Robin shrugs. “Have you guys tried talking about it together? I mean, you went through the same thing. Maybe it'll help to know he's not alone. In his feelings, you know? And if he's still holding onto that, then there's gotta be a reason why. Maybe he's waiting for you to say something.”

“Maybe,” he says.

The sound of tires on gravel approaching the front of the house pull their attention from the lake to the back door. Moments later, Steve makes his way through the house and Eddie hears the familiar clink of his keys on the kitchen counter before he joins them on the patio.

“How was work?” he asks and flinches at the roughness in his voice. This shouldn't feel as weird as it does, it's just Steve coming home from work. They do this every day.

Steve sighs and sits on the ground beside Eddie's deck chair. Robin passes him a beer and he takes a moment to open it, relish in the aroma, and let the contents pour down his throat in the longest sip Eddie's ever seen him take. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That bad?” Robin asks, intrigued. Amused.

“Buckley, every day I have to work with Keith by myself is a bad fucking day.”

Eddie grips onto the arms of his chair and his knuckles go white from the force. After everything that's happened, he hopes Steve will look into finding a new job. One that doesn't require working for a douchebag like Keith but despite the obvious downsides to the job, Steve thoroughly enjoys working at Family Video and Eddie supports him anyway. So on the bad days, he daydreams about punching Keith in his stupid face.

Steve's fingers find their way into the spaces between his and he relaxes into his chair. Damn it, Harrington. Let me be pissed off. Eddie thinks his anger is the only thing he has right now but it isn't, he has Steve. He flips his hand over so his palm is facing up and lets Steve take hold. Since that first night with his nightmares, this is as close as they come to touching these days and he figures Robin's right. . . Maybe they should talk.

And it's as if she's reading his mind when she stands from her seat, pours out the rest of her beer in the grass, and gives him a knowing look. Talk to him, she mouths. To Steve, she says, “See you tomorrow, dingus.”

“Robs, are you sure you don't want me to drop you off?” Steve asks, eyebrows furrowed as he watches her reach for the back door.

“Nah, it's 10 minutes.” She shakes her head gratefully. “Later, Munson.”

“Yeah, see you, Buckley.”

And with that, the Harrington-Munson backyard descends into silence.

***

It's a good three hours later before Eddie has any idea of what he wants to say.

He picks up the remote for the VHS player from the tiny makeshift end table beside him and presses PAUSE, effectively suspending John Bender in the middle of one of his many diatribes aimed at the four individuals he has the misfortune of being jailed in the library with on a Saturday morning. Eddie smiles sheepishly; The Breakfast Club has become one of his favourites, if not for the sole purpose of listening to Steve gush about his semi-likeness to the misguided misfit.

“Hey! What gives? We're at one of the best parts,” Steve protests, throwing his hands in the air.

Eddie breathes deep and it takes all he has not to chicken out of this conversation. He scratches his cheek nervously, watching Steve from the corner of his eyes. Now or never, Munson. It's a shitty pep talk, but it'll do.

He swallows. “I remember what it felt like,” he says timidly. “When its tail wrapped around my neck and suddenly I couldn't breathe. . . I was just there, on the ground, and there were dozens of teeth ripping into me. And I remember how dying felt.”

Their small living room is quiet except for the sounds of their breathing; Eddie's slow and uncertain, and Steve's shallow as if he were taken by surprise. Eddie tries to gauge his partner's reaction and finds himself at a loss. For all the ways he can usually read Steve like an open book, in this moment he senses the gap growing between them.

Steve recoils. He feels his heartbeat quicken, his breaths turn sharp and painful, and he feels reality around him fading into a distant dream.

Eddie knows this look; he's seen it before, too many times to count. He reaches for Steve's hand but he pulls away too quickly. Eddie is too invested in making this work to be offended. All that matters is Steve.

He hangs his head, hoping his next words come out right. . .

“I wasn't afraid, you know? Not until after. Not because I was going to die but because I didn't want to go without saying goodbye. Or without you knowing how I felt. That I knew what you went through and it was okay. . .you were okay.” He looks up to see Steve staring back at him with tears in his light brown eyes. He lifts his hand to his neck; he needs Steve to hear this, to understand it. “Sometimes it's like I can still feel it and if I think about it too long it feels like I'm right back at that night―” he pauses and reaches for Steve again.

This time he meets Eddie's hand halfway, his left one is around his neck mirroring his boyfriend's actions and Eddie knows he did it without thinking. He smiles softly. “Steve, if you can't― if you need more time to-to deal with all of this, then. . . I'll give it to you. I get it, I get you. But, man, you aren't alone. You don't have to carry this alone. Not anymore.”

Eddie isn't sure what he's expecting to happen, but he's certain it isn't what occurs in those next few moments as Steve launches himself across their small couch. He barely has time to brace for the impact or decide what to do with his hands before Steve's body settles against his.

“I wish I could forget. . .” Steve's voice is soft; if Eddie weren't paying attention he'd have missed it. “I want to forget how almost dying felt.”

Tears gather at the edges of the older man's eyes and he blinks them away. He presses a soft kiss against the crown of Steve's head and the light brown strands of his hair tickle Eddie's nose. No matter how hard it gets from tonight on, he knows they're in this. He is in this.

“Do you trust me, Stevie?”

“What kind of a dumb question is that?”

“Just answer it, do you trust me?”

He nods. “I trust you. Of course, I trust you, Eddie.”

As Steve looks up at him through his thick lashes, Eddie slides his right hand slowly up his arm and rests his palm lightly against his throat. Neither one moves or blinks, and Eddie hopes he isn't making a big mistake.

“Eddie?”

“Let me help you remember how living feels.”

The more he fought it, the harder he fell. Falling in love with Steve Harrington happened like falling asleep; slowly, then all at once. And Eddie Munson had never been happier to be wide awake.

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