gregre369 - Tumblr blog

gregre369 · 19 hours ago

Text

Eddie Lives!

Here we are at the final day of celebration! Thank you all who have followed along with me and sent me all the asks.

Sorry I didn't end up doing the headcanon asks, but I've done a lot of headcanons in the past and I still had a bunch of asks from WIP Wednesday so I hope you weren't too disappointed.

Summary: Steve hauls Eddie out of the Upside Down and now is forced to wait until he wakes up from his coma. A million seconds. But who's count? Steve.

Also this is loonnnng. Like longer than I would normally put in one post, but I'm taking my hiatus starting tomorrow and I really don't want two stories hanging over my head when I already have the dream soulmate one that I'll still be putting out.

March 27th, 1986

Steve woke up in hospital, his sides, arms, and back completely bandaged and one angry Robin glaring at him.

“It’s a good thing you fainted after getting Eddie to the hospital,” she growled. “But that doesn’t excuse from fainting in the first place. You were septic! You could have died!”

Steve grimaced and said, “But I didn’t?”

She glared at him harder. He wasn’t sure how she managed it, but somehow she managed to look even angrier then before. “Yet! I haven’t decided if I forgive you or not. So you still might end up on the Missing; presumed dead list yet!” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, glowering.

Robin launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. “I thought I lost you, dumbass!”

Steve sighed and held onto her just as tight. “It’s gonna take a lot more than an evil wizard and all his minions to keep me from you.”

She pulled back and looked at him, tears streaming down her face. “You promise?”

“I promise,” he swore. “Now, tell me about everyone. And I mean everyone. Even if it’s just we don’t know yet. I desperate for news.”

“First off,” she said sitting back down with a sigh, “we only know that El is alive because she piggybacked on Max to take out Vecna, but we don’t know if the others are with her. Max is alive. She has two broken arms and one sprained leg, but they have her in a medically induced coma for the shock. Lucas and Erica ran afoul of the Three Stooges, Jason, Chase, and Andy, but Lucas managed to kick his ass and get the headphones on Max before the damage was done.”

“Assholes,” Steve growled. “Once I’m out of here, I’ll kick all three of their asses personally.”

Robin snorted and cocked her head to the side. “Jason’s dead, the bastard. A vine burst through the Upside Down and bisected him. So yeah...Erica is still insisting that was the most traumatic thing she’d every seen.” She went on to tell him about the whole event in the Creel house attic.

“May he rot in hell, then,” Steve said fiercely. “I’ll just kick Chase and Andy’s asses then. Jesus fuck, Andy needs to be in jail or something. Psycho.”

“Agreed!” Robin crowed. “So they’re all okay. Dustin busted his ankle, the idiot, trying to get to Eddie. Everyone else is fine.” She paused for a moment. “Which I guess is just me and Nance.”

“You’re avoiding talking about Eddie,” Steve said bluntly. “Did he—”

“We don’t know yet,” Robin said waving her hands back and forth. “He’s in surgery. Still. But! He’ll be in here with you! If–I mean when he gets out of surgery.”

“Robin...” Steve warned. “What aren’t you telling me?”

She sighed. “I hate it when you’re the one with the brain cell. It’s so annoying.” He glared at her until she folded. “Fine. They aren’t sure he’ll survive the surgery and that if he does, he’ll make it twenty-four hours before succumbing to his injuries anyway.”

Steve let his head drift back onto the pillow and pressed his lips together, he let out a shuddering sigh and then another. “I want to be angry. Or even sad or surprised. But I’m not, I’m more surprised that either of us made it to here if I’m honest.”

Robin sat in the crummy plastic chair and let that sink in for a moment. “Yeah.”

Steve drifted off to sleep to the sounds of Robin breathing and the beeping of his own heart.

March 28th, 1986

They wheeled Eddie in at 3:27:09 in the morning. Steve had been awake before that, dozing in and out of consciousness when the nurses came in with Eddie all bandaged up.

The first thing Steve noticed was that they hadn’t touched his hair. It had merely been pulled out of his face so his neck was clear for them to operate. The next thing he noticed was that his hands were free of any harm, just a couple of nicks and cuts, but no real damage.

From what Steve could make out craning his neck, it seemed the most of the damage had been to his neck and torso. Which was good, that was where Steve had concentrated his first aid efforts. It was nice to see he had been right.

The sound of Eddie’s heart monitor lured Steve back to sleep.

Steve woke up the that morning and looked over to see that Eddie was still not awake. He sighed. He knew that the doctors didn’t have faith that Eddie would last another day, much less wake up. But he had to believe.

The alternative was just too horrible to bare.

Robin was there first thing in the morning, hugging him dearly. “Have they said anything about how the surgery went?”

Steve shook his head. “They’re waiting until Wayne gets here.”

They didn’t have to wait for too long as Wayne showed up not long after Robin had. The doctors soon afterwards.

“I have to admit, your nephew is one tough son of bitch,” the doctor said, cocking his head to the side and then shaking it. “Every time I thought I was going to lose him on the table, he would come back even stronger. We have him in a medically induced coma to help him heal that damage. He looks like one of those kids from the news only eaten instead of their limbs being broke.”

“That’s horrible,” Wayne said, his brown eyes filling tears. “Will he wake up?”

“That’s up to him I’m afraid,” the doctor said solemnly. “If he manages to stay stable for six to seven days, then we will take him off the medicine and let him come to naturally.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief at that, and Wayne did too. Eddie was a fighter, no matter what the Upside Down tried to teach him, he stood his ground when it mattered most.

But most importantly, something the doctor said made the hamster wheel in his head, start turning.

Robin eyed him critically as Wayne and the doctor talked about treatment options and how the next few days were going to look for Eddie.

As soon as the doctor left, she rounded on him. “All righty, Steve. I can smell your hair burning from here. What’s got you thinking?”

“The doctor thinks that Eddie was one of the serial killer’s victim,” Steve said slowly, “Max too, I bet and since they were brought in together, so if they say that it was...” he paused for dramatic affect and both Wayne and Robin leaned forward in anticipation.

He cocked his head to the side, “Say, Jason Carver?”

Robin slapped his arms. “Holy shit, Steve that’s perfect. Carver’s dead, both Max and Eddie are in coma’s. Lucas and Erica would totally agree to say it was Jason.”

“One problem,” Wayne said, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. “You’re not going to get Andy and Chase to turn on him.”

Steve grinned like a hyena. “Oh but I know I can. I’m pretty sure the threat of prison for the torture of one Gareth Hughes would be stellar incentive to say that Jason made them do it.”

Robin and Wayne shared a glance. Then Wayne looked over his shoulder at his nephew. He turned back to Steve.

“Yeah, son,” Wayne said slowly. “That about sums it up. I’ll let Hopper and that Dr. Owens know and get the ball rolling. The only reason he’s not in cuffs right now is the police don’t know he’s here, not with so many people injured, missing or dead thanks to that earthquake.”

Steve looked over at Eddie. “And the faster we move the less time he’ll be in handcuffs, better if it’s no time at all.”

March 30th, 1986

They released Steve two days later. He didn’t like it, he tried to protest that he would be better taken care of there at the hospital, but was told that they really needed the beds. They were letting go anyone who wasn’t critical and could manage without much help. Which unfortunately meant him.

So with Robin’s promise to help him change his bandages twice a day, Steve signed the release forms.

Then he strolled right back up to the reception desk and signed in as a visitor. The receptionist glared at him, but couldn’t turn him away. But she did make him wait.

“We are putting someone else in that room,” she huffed. “So you’ll have to wait until the nurses are done getting it set up.”

Steve blinked at her for a moment, slack jawed and then he nodded and sat down in the waiting room.

Robin came up to him and sat down beside him. “You do know that Wayne is in there watching him? You could go home, get a shower and come back.”

Steve blushed a dark red and hung his head. “I know and I should but I’m afraid that if I do, I’ll be bombarded with people wanting things from me when all I want to do is be here, for Eddie and Max.”

“Oh.” Robin blinked at him for a moment and then put her head on his shoulder and took his hand in hers. “I know it’s hard when everyone is pulling you different directions and you feel like you can’t say no, but you really can. Tell them no. Tell them that from visiting hours you are otherwise engaged and that if they want something that they can wait until afterwards.”

Steve sighed and rest his head on top of hers. He knew she was right but it was so hard. He just wanted to do something good for a change, and staying with Eddie felt like that was that.

“I’ll stay here,” she promised. “Hold down the fort and will call you if they let us back in before you get back.”

He let out a shuddering breath and then another. “And you’ll help me with the bandages again?” he asked chewing nervously on his lip.

“Of course I will,” Robin said and gently pushed him off her. “Now go!”

Steve got unsteadily to his feet. Robin snorted and shook her head.

“And maybe a nap you dork,” she huffed. “And don’t give me that BS about needing your bandages back on, I know you’re a stomach sleeper. And it would be good to let the water dry before getting back into your car.”

Steve blushed deeply and then nodded. He shambled off to his car and then got in. He braced himself against the wheel and tilted his head back. He wasn’t sure he should even be driving. He knew he shattered but didn’t want to leave Eddie behind.

Suddenly there was a tapping on the window. Steve startled and looked the window to see who had scared the shit out of him. His jaw dropped and scrambled back out of the car, throwing his arms around Hopper.

Hopper grabbed his face and sobbed happily. “I heard you got hurt and feared the worst, but you’re okay. You’re okay.”

“And you’re alive!” Steve whispered back. “I think that’s the greater miracle here.”

“I’m okay, Steve,” he said with a wobbly smile. “So is everyone else. Joyce, Mike, Will, Jonathan, El, and even Jonathan’s little stoner friend. I’ll tell you all about it later, you looked like you were heading somewhere.”

Just then Steve’s knees buckled and Hopper was forced to catch him before he fell. “Or maybe you should be back in the hospital, kid.”

Steve shook his head. “I literally begged them to stay, but there are too many people who need beds and I’m low priority.”

Suddenly he felt a warmth infuse his bloodstream and he was a little less exhausted. He looked over Hopper’s shoulder to see El standing there in an all white jumper wiping a bit of blood from her nose.

“Supergirl!” he cried and she joined in the huddle. “I’m glad you’re all okay.” He kissed the top of her head. He could feel the weight being lifted off his shoulders now that there were actual adults in town.

Hopper turned to El. “Hey, sweetie, would you tell Joyce and the boys that I’m going to take Steve home and will be right back?”

El nodded. “I’m glad everyone made it out okay,” she whispered before she slipped out of their grasp to do as she was told.

“Come on, kid,” Hopper huffed, “let’s get you home.” He gruffly got Steve into the passenger seat and slid into the driver’s seat.

The wheel hit his knees. He snorted and spent a good while adjusting everything so that he could fit in the damn car. As he pulled out of the hospital parking lot he cursed, “This is why I prefer trucks.”

“Maybe after this all blows over we can get me one,” Steve murmured from where he was pressed against the glass of the window, almost asleep.

Hopper looked over at the now sound asleep Steve and shook his head. “Yeah sure, kid. Whatever you want.”

Hopper manged to get Steve showered, rebandaged, fed, and into bed with very little fuss, though he could tell that Steve was clearly worried about the Munson kid. And after getting the story from him he could see why.

He decided he was going to make a short pit stop on the way back to the hospital. Maybe with the Ghost of Chiefs Past, he might be able to scare them into dropping the charges on Eddie Munson.

He knew the kid, better than he would have liked to admit; having bought weed off of him a time or too many. But Munson was as dangerous as a roasted marshmallow. He might appear hard on the surface, but he was soft and gooey on the center.

So Hopper strolled into the police station and no one stopped him. Probably thought he was ghost. And maybe he was. He hadn’t felt alive in a long time. Not since Sara died. Yeah, sure, the Upside Down and El had pulled him out of a funk. Joyce, too. But feeling alive?

He couldn’t say that for sure.

The door to his old office was open.

Good.

He strode right up to the desk, slamming his hands on the desk and growled, “Boo!”

Calvin Powell let out what could only be called a shriek. Then he saw who was standing there in all his six foot three inches of not dead Jim Hopper glory and shrieked again.

“Miss me?” Hopper said gruffly, a slow grin taking over his face.

“But you’re supposed to be dead!” Powell cried.

Hopper stood up and slammed the door shut, then he pulled up a chair, flopping in it. He put his boots up on the desk and settled into chair, locking his fingers together over his belly.

“The news of my death has been grossly exaggerated.”

“You’re actually alive,” Powell said breathlessly. “Holy shit. Where have you been?”

“A Russian prison fighting monsters from another dimension,” Hopper said with a grin.

Powell stared at him. “Uh, okay. Um... yeah. So how long have you been back into town?”

Hopper glanced at his watch. “Five hours, seventeen minutes and roughly twenty-three seconds.”

The sound that escaped Powell sounded like a cross between whine and a whimper, much like air being let out of a balloon.

“Oh.”

“So Cal,” Hopper said dryly, “I’ve been hearing some very not good things about how the police have been run while I was dead.”

“Now see here!” Powell said leaping to his feet. “You don’t know what’s been going on, kids being murdered in gruesome ways, other kids run around trying incite a mob, and even more kids trying to be cops. I’ve had my hands full!”

Hopper licked his lips slowly and examined his finger nails. “You’re even dumber than I thought.”

“What?”

The look on Powell’s face was comical. He looked like a fish out of water.

“You put Rick Lipton in jail for a start,” Hopper said shaking his head.

“He’s drug lord!” Powell huffed. “Of course I put him in jail.”

“Yeah, so who’s supplying the drugs now?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“No one!” Powell cried out, his breath starting to quicken. “That’s the point!”

“See? That just proves how dumb you are.” Hopper shook his head. “Drugs were found in the Munson trailer, right? So where did they come from if Lipton was in jail?”

Powell’s jaw dropped.

“You were so concerned about the murder that you didn’t look into anything else,” Hopper growled. “I used to be like that until that Byers boy. But killing the snake you know just invites snakes you don’t to fill the gap. Also what do you really have that proves Eddie Munson did any of the killings?”

Powell frowned and slowly sat down. “How do you know about that?”

“For fuck’s sake Cal,” Hopper growled sitting up, waving his arm. “It’s all over town. I’ve heard it from four separate people and I’ve only been in town for less than a day.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’!” he snapped. “You only have the word of two traumatized kids that he, what? Levitated them, broke their bones and gauged out their eyes? You want to know what that sounds like to me?”

“Drugs?” Powell whispered, hanging his head.

“Drugs, Cal!” Hopper bellowed. “And I hear you let that Carver kid just take over the town meeting and he damned near got the whole town after someone who you had no evidence of wrong doing? I’m even willing to bet that you don’t even know that Munson is in the hospital in a coma from being ripped apart. You want to what I think?”

Powell let out a shuddering breath. “No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me anyway.” He settled back against the chair.

“Sounds to me that someone has been killing these kids in a ritualistic murders,” Hopper said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Munson is just one of the victims not the perp. The kid doesn’t have a wicked bone in his body. I don’t know who I’d pin for it, but not him.”

“He deals drugs to high school students,” Powell said, ticking things off on his fingers, “he repeated his final year of high school twice, his dad is in prison and who the hell knows where his mother is? Probably drugged up in a ditch somewhere. Wayne Munson never graduated from high school. He plays that game. The ‘kid’ as you call him is a bad egg, Jim and you know it.”

“Weed,” Hopper huffed. “He sells weed. I’m gonna bet that the other drugs that were found weren’t enough to sell, probably only samples.”

Powell got up and went to his filing cabinet and pulled out the Munson file. He opened it up and proceeded to flip through it. He muttered the amounts and then let out a sigh.

“I wouldn’t even consider them samples,” he huffed, handing the file to Hopper. “They’re barely enough personal use.”

Hopper looked through the file, slowly and methodically. “You ain’t got jack shit and you know it. Were you really going to railroad this kid on so little information? Like this would barely make it past Mac’s desk let alone a fucking jury.” He slammed it on Powell’s desk. McKenzie Peterson was a hard-nosed district attorney who had gone after former mayor Larry Kline with both barrels.

“So what do you expect me to do, Jim?” Powell asked. “They’re baying for my blood and want answers now, not later.”

“Your fucking job for a start, Cal,” Hopper said standing up. “Find out who really did it. Because it sure as hell ain’t Eddie Munson.”

He walked out the door, leaving a defeated Sheriff Calvin Powell in his wake.

April 2nd, 1986

Over the next couple of days, between the efforts of Hopper, Dr. Owens, and Wayne, the police department posthumously declared Jason Carver the killer and the town got to focusing on healing and rebuilding their town.

Steve spent everyone moment that he could visiting Eddie and Max, the hospital putting the two of them in the same room.

Which helped assuage Steve’s guilt about wanting to make sure Eddie woke up and being their for Max.

So every day Steve watched both of his friends. Everyone else came through on a rotation, Wayne being the only constant. Lucas had wanted to spend everyday with Max, but his parents insisted he go back to school.

The basketball team refused to look him in the eye and the Hellfire Club had been disbanded, permanently.

Well, all right Nancy and Robin were fighting to get it reinstated, but for now it was dead in the water.

On the fifth day, Max opened her eyes. And after several tests, they determined that she would see again, but with needing glasses.

“Great,” she huffed. “Now I’m going to be a nerd.”

Lucas burst out laughing. “Welcome to club.”

Steve could tell she wanted to cross her arms but couldn’t with them both in a cast.

Soon enough, Susan had gotten everything ready for Max to come home, and the hospital released her at the end of the week.

Steve stopped one of the nurses as Susan wheeled Max out to her car.

“Who’s going to replace Max in Eddie’s room?”

He didn’t want it to be some stranger who’s family might not appreciate Eddie’s presence in their loved one’s room.

“No one,” she promised. “We’ve been able to clear out a lot patients to other hospitals or sent them home. We don’t need to double up any more. He’ll be able to have the room to himself.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief. “That’s great. Yeah, really great news. Thank you.”

She nodded and then went to help Susan get Max into her car.

He let out a shuddering breath and went back into Eddie’s room. After making a pit stop for the trunk of his car, that was. He knew that even with the press and the police saying Eddie was innocent that certain people might take exception to that. And he was going to protect Eddie at all cost.

April 5th, 1986

Steve stopped at the door when he saw someone he didn’t know.

“Uh, this room is off limits if you aren’t on the approved guest list,” Steve growled, moving slowly toward the lamp in the corner in case he needed to defend Eddie.

The man, or rather kid turned around. He was black kid wearing a Megadeth t-shirt. His hair was neat shaven and Steve could tell he had an easy smile.

“I think I’d be more concerned that you’re on it, Harrington,” the kid said, cocking his head to the side, “then me being here if I’m honest.”

“I’m the one who resuscitated him and brought him barely breathing to the hospital,” Steve said with a sneer. “So you if you don’t tell me who you are I’m gonna start screaming.”

The kid held up his hands. “Jeff Lawrence I’m in Hellfire and Corroded Coffin with him, you know, his band?”

Steve tilted his head to the side. “The other guitarist, right?”

Jeff blinked at him for a moment and then huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, man that’s me. I’m not as good as Ed, but I do alright.”

“I’ve only heard him play once,” Steve said with a shrug, coming further into the room. “And that was a six minute song that came out only three weeks ago, so if he’s more impressive than that, then he really should be selling out stadiums, not playing to five drunk dudes every Tuesday.”

Jeff stared at him in wide-mouthed shock. “Holy shit. How do you know so much about him?”

Steve moved to the other side of Eddie’s bed and Jeff’s body moved to keep him in his sights. “I’ve been soaking up whatever information Wayne or any of the kids have been able to tell me.”

“Kids?” Jeff’s confusion only cemented more and more with each word out of Harrington’s mouth.

“Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and Mike Wheeler,” Steve said with a shrug, picking at the blanket draped over Eddie like a shroud. “I think they’re all in Hellfire with you guys.”

“Uh, yeah,” Jeff said. “I know them, but how do you them?”

Steve raised his head and Jeff was struck by how haunted Steve looked. His eyes had bags under them, his cheeks were shallow, and his clothes hung off him.

“Man, what the hell happened to you?” the words were out Jeff’s mouth before he could even think not say them.

Steve looked at him slack jawed for a moment before he realized what Jeff was asking. “Oh! Eddie and I were both mauled by the same animals, so I’m getting over my own injuries. I just wasn’t bad as Eddie was so I got released a couple of days ago.”

“Maybe they should readmit you, dude,” Jeff said cocking his head to the side. “Because man, you look like shit.”

Steve barked out a laugh. “I’ll bounce back, I always do.”

“Whatever you say, man,” Jeff said pulling up a chair and sitting in it. “So back to how you know Eddie’s lost sheep...”

“I’ve known them since they were barely middle schoolers,” Steve huffed with laughter. “Mike Wheeler is my ex’s little brother and they’re friends with Jonathan Byers’ little brother, Will. You know, Zombie Boy?” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean. Like it wasn’t as though he was actually dead.”

“You’re different than what I thought you’d be,” Jeff admitted. “I thought you’d deny knowing them if I’m honest. Because those kids talk about nothing else but how cool you are. But you straight up defended them like a mama bear. I like that.”

“Oh!” Steve said, the light coming back into his eyes even just a little. “I get it. Bit of an ass in school, couldn’t possibly be the hero the kids described. I’m not sure I believe half the stuff I’ve actually done to protect those little shits and I did them!”

“There was the pack of wild dogs...” Jeff said, listing off the things they’d brought up.

“True,” Steve said shaking his head. “But that was because Dustin brought home a baby one and thought he could raise it on his own.”

Beat.

“It ate his cat.”

Jeff leaned forward, eyes wide. “No fucking way?!”

“Oh yeah,” Steve continued deadpan. “And then I had to help the little shit track it down when it escaped from his basement. Never getting a dog after that, man.” He shuddered a bit.

“Yeah okay that’s fair,” Jeff said, settling back in the chair. “What about t-boning Billy Hargrove’s car because he was about to run over a couple of them?”

“Don’t even regret it,” Steve said shaking his head. “Dude was a real asshole. Like the genuine article. Piece of shit. May he rot in hell.”

“Amen.”

Jeff looked at him for a moment. “So you were in the mall fire, too, huh?”

Steve nodded, fussing with Eddie’s blanket again. “Concussion number three.” He held up three fingers.

“Shit, dude,” Jeff said, shaking his head. “How many have you had?”

“If we include being hit in the head as baby, four that I know of.” He cocked his head and then nodded. “Yeah four.”

“What were the other two?” Jeff asked, even though he knew he really shouldn’t. It wasn’t any of his business. But here was King Steve sitting vigil next the bedside of his very comatose best friend and he was compelled to find out why.

“Jonathan Byers, junior year,” he half shrugged. “I deserved that one. But I was very upset and wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to hurt him the way I felt I had been hurt.”

Jeff could tell there was more to that story than what Steve was telling, but this time he really wasn’t going to pry. It was clearly too personal.

“And number two?”

Steve looked him in the eye and Jeff felt a fierce protectiveness coming from like the mama bear he had compared him to when Steve had walked in ready to fight him off.

“Billy Hargrove went after a friend of mine,” Steve growled, “because he was black boy daring to talk to his step-sister.” He tilted his head to the side. “Hargrove not the kid. I fully believe that if I hadn’t stepped between them, Billy would have straight up killed him. I had him on the ropes, too. The bastard cheated.”

Jeff snorted. “Yeah, how’s that?”

“He took a plate and smashed it into the side of my face,” Steve said, then shoved his tongue into his cheek.

“Wait...” Jeff huffed. “I think I do remember that. You came to school the following Monday looking like someone had dragged you face first into hell. And Billy stayed clear of you after that.”

“Yeah.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment.

Jeff’s eyes drifted to the far too still form of his best friend. Eddie Munson wasn’t meant to be lying in a hospital bed, still as death. He was supposed to be jumping on tables and climbing things he shouldn’t.

“How long has he been here?”

“What day is it?” Steve muttered, wearily.

“Saturday the fifth,” Jeff supplied. He briefly wondered what kind of life Steve was living that he didn’t even know the day of the week.

“Eight days, twelve hours, seventeen minutes,” Steve rattled off and then he looked at his watch. “And 52 seconds.”

“And you’ve been keeping him safe the whole time?” Jeff breathed, leaned forward again.

Steve shook his head. “I was out of commission for a couple of days, but as soon as I could, I put myself between him and those that would hurt him.”

“Why?”

Steve frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“Why are you throwing yourself into danger for a guy you barely know?” Jeff asked frowning back. “Like, you two are opposite sides of the cliques in high school. Hell, I know you were on the basketball team and that’s one of Eddie’s favorite topics to rant on. I don’t think the two of you had even spoke more than ten words together and now you’re swearing fidelity like some knight taking an oath from his king.”

Steve cocked his head to the side as he regarding the other boy. “He was the first person who treated me like a whole person and not just someone they could get something from. Even if that thing was protection or friendship. He saw me when everyone else just saw that jerk in high school. I gave all that up my junior year. Like I had almost a year and a half of not being that, but everyone makes excuses for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“‘Oh don’t mind him, he’s a reformed former jock’, ‘He’s a little dumb, but he means well’, ‘If it wasn’t automatic, he’d probably forget to do it, but he’s really good at hitting things, that’s why we keep him around.’”

Jeff’s breath caught in his chest. “And these people are your friends?”

Steve let out a snort of laughter. “They have other qualities that endear me to them, yes. But there was no judgment with Eddie. I think it was because he recognized someone who had been counted out again and again and decided he wasn’t going to add to the shit pile. So yeah, I would walk into hell for him.”

“Orpheus and Eurydice.”

“With a less tragic ending,” Steve whispered. “I hope.”

“Me too, man. Me too.”

April 8th, 1986

There was a knock on the door to Eddie’s hospital room.

Steve stopped from where he was reading “The Last Unicorn”. They had just gotten to the gypsy encampment.

He turned to the door where Amanda was peering around the door in at him.

“Sorry to disturb you,” she said with a sad smile. “But it’s just that visiting hours are up. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

Steve looked down at the book with a sigh. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll just be a minute and then I’ll clear out.”

She nodded. “Just don’t forget to sign out this time. You forgot yesterday.”

He gave her a jaunty salute and she laughed. She shook her head and closed the door behind her. Steve turned back to look at the still sleeping Eddie.

Because he was sleeping now. He had long since been taken off the medications that kept him under.

Long.

Steve snorted. As if it had been weeks or even months since they removed the tubing. It had been roughly four days. But it felt like an eternity to him. Because the long Eddie stayed in the coma, the less likely he would ever come out of it.

He started packing up his things and throwing away the garbage that had built up as he read to Eddie.

They all took turns reading to him as the doctors said that he could hear them. They all tried to read to him from the same book as to not confuse him with too many plots, but Wayne would read the newspaper to him. As if he was keeping Eddie up to date on all the happenings in town. As if Eddie would care.

Maybe he would.

Steve wouldn’t really know.

He shouldered the bag and walked over to the bed. He had been allowed to wash Eddie’s hair in a basin so it wasn’t a rat’s nest, so it was soft as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry, Eds,” he murmured. “They want me out of here. I don’t know why visiting hours end at five, not with most people getting off work then, but they won’t bend the rules for anyone. Not even your uncle. Which I thought was rude. He’s your flesh and blood. He should be able to visit you any time he wants.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his brow. Like he had the last two nights after talking to Jeff. After the comparison to the Greek myth, Steve come to realization that yes, he was in love with Eddie. And that he had been bisexual for a really long time.

Only this time as Steve pulled away, he found that he was looking into the biggest brown eyes he had ever seen.

“Eddie?” Steve breathed.

“Steef?” Eddie mumbled back.

“Holy shit!” he said gleefully. “You’re awake! I have to the tell the nurses. But it’s so good to see you awake.”

Steve looked at his watch and the time read 5:13pm, he would have to do the math later. But Eddie had been asleep for almost two weeks.

He pounded on the call button.

Suddenly the room was being flooded with nurses as they responded to the call. They began fussing with Eddie’s equipment. Steve bounced on his toes for a moment and then rushed out to the pay phone.

He rummaged around for change but he didn’t have any.

“Shit!”

He pounded the zero and let it go to collect then dialed Wayne’s temporary digs.

“Please state your name for the person to accept your call,” came the polite female robotic voice.

“Eddieisawake!” Steve huffed into the phone.

But instead of hanging up and not accepting the charges like Steve thought he would, the call went through.

“Are you sure?” came the clipped voice of very worried Wayne.

“Yeah,” Steve said, a little breathless. “The nurses are in with him now. He said my name, Wayne. He remembered who I was.”

“I’m so glad you were there with him,” Wayne said, his voice cracking. “I’m on my way.”

“Would you at least call Dustin so he can spread the word?” he said, his own voice starting to wobble.

“On it!” Wayne said. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Bye.”

Steve ran back into the room and skidded to a stop just steps into the room. It was just Amanda and another nurse topping off Eddie’s fluids and adjusting the bed.

“I should have known you’d do anything to stay longer,” Amanda teased over her shoulder. “But I didn’t think that you would go so far as to wake up my patient.”

Eddie and the other nurse chuckled as Steve turned bright red.

Eddie held out his hand to Steve and like a moth to the flame, Steve took the steps to take his hand.

“I made it,” Eddie said with a crooked grin.

“You absolutely did,” Steve confirmed giving his hand a squeeze. “I called Wayne, he’s on his way. He also is going to make sure everyone else knows you’re awake.”

Eddie nodded. “Is– I mean did everyone else make it out okay?”

“Yeah, man,” Steve murmured, petting Eddie’s hair to soothe him. “Everyone’s fine. More than, actually. Apparently Jim Hopper is alive. But Vecna for sure is dead.”

Eddie let out a huff of laughter that turned into a sob of relief. “You swear it? Everyone is okay?”

Steve squeezed his hand again. “Yeah, we just waiting on you to be dramatic and come to.”

Eddie’s lip quivered as tears ran down his face. Steve started whispering all the things that had happened while he was asleep, by the time he got to the part where Steve fainted after bringing him barely breathing to the hospital, Wayne had arrived.

Steve stepped back and let the two of them have a moment alone. He chewed on his lip a moment before deciding to go back to the waiting room.

Thankfully it only had a couple of people in seats so he was able to have his pick while he waited for his friends to show up.

He was grateful when everyone showed up, even Eddie’s friends and Chief Hopper.

“He’s awake and talking,” he said, standing up to meet them. “The nurses have looked him over and everything is normal. Wayne’s in with him now.”

Dustin ran into Steve’s arms. “Thank you so much! He wouldn’t have made it without you!”

Steve put his arms around him and held him tight. As much as he wanted to refute the claim, he knew it was true. His first-aid skills combined with literally carrying Eddie out of the Upside Down and getting him to the hospital was why he alive to fight to live in the first place.

“Yeah, bud,” he whispered.

“Whoa!” Wayne said, coming out of the elevator to see the assembled crowd. “I wasn’t expecting to see all’y’all.”

“The news spread like wild fire,” Mike said with a shrug. “He’s our friend. We all wanted to make sure he was okay.”

Wayne chuckled. “Only a couple at a time and don’t stay too long.”

They all agreed and it was decided that the Corroded Coffin boys went first as they had been his friends for longer.

They all chatted while different groups went to talk to Eddie.

While waiting for his turn Dustin sat next to Steve and just put his head on his shoulder.

After a moment or two he raised his head and frowned. “What’s wrong with your watch? It’s flashing.”

Steve hummed and then looked at the watch. “Oh that. I was timing how long Eddie was in the coma.”

“Why?” Dustin asked, his brow furrowing deeper.

“Something to keep my mind off why he was in the coma I guess,” he said with a shrug. “I was reading about how if the coma went on too long he might never come out of it and I–”

“Yeah, I get it,” Dustin murmured. “Something to ground you when it seemed all impossible.”

Steve worked his watch off his wrist to show it to Dustin. “It’s a got a little stop watch feature that includes days, so I’ve been counting on it. I stopped it when Eddie woke up.”

Dustin gently took the watch, know how important it was to Steve not to accidentally erase the time.

Then he just started laughing.

Everyone stopped to look at him in confusion. The other patrons were eyeing him, clearly annoyed.

“How accurate do you think this is, Steve?” he said when he finally caught his breath.

Steve shrugged. “I mean, as accurate as it can be, why?”

Erica got up and took the watch away from Dustin and then raised an eyebrow at Steve. “There’s no way this is real.”

“It is though,” Steve defended. “They forgot to take off my watch when I fainted, and when they wheeled Eddie in I pressed the stopwatch button. It’s not like there are three dozen clocks in this place, so I just never used it for that.”

“What’s going on?” Wayne asked as he stepped into the waiting room with Jeff, Brian, and Gareth.

“Eddie being as dramatic as possible,” Dustin huffed with a giggle.

Both of Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “And how’s that?”

Erica tossed him the watch which he caught.

“Eddie was in a coma for eleven days, thirteen hours, forty-six minutes, and 40 seconds,” Dustin said with a grin.

Wayne looked confused as everyone else good at math groaned.

“That dramatic asshole,” Jeff sighed.

“Anyone want to fill the rest of us in?” Robin said dryly, arms crossed over her chest. “For us people in which math was a struggle?”

“Eddie was asleep for one million seconds,” Mike said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Wait, what?” Steve said, cocking his head to the side.

“That’s how long Eddie was asleep,” Dustin said. “He woke up after a million chances.”

“Knowing Eddie,” Gareth said, “he probably heard the words one in a million chance of surviving the night and his brain took that to mean a million seconds.”

Steve laughed brightly. “Yeah, that sounds like Eddie. Dork.” He shook his head.

“Ed is asking for you, son,” Wayne said to Steve. “He just wants to talk to Steve alone for a moment and then he’ll see everyone else.”

There were some grumbles, but Max pointed out that Eddie probably wanted to thank Steve for saving his life and didn’t want other people there to see him blubber.

Steve walked into the room to find that Eddie was lightly dozing. He had had a rough day after all. He came up and stroked Eddie’s hair, gently rousing him from his sleep.

“If you need me to go out there and tell them to come back tomorrow so you can sleep I will,” Steve said fiercely.

Eddie shook his head. “I want to see everyone, I’m just resting my eyes.”

Steve snorted. “Nice try, Bilbo, but I’ve seen that movie.”

Eddie broke out into a grin. “Should have known there was a secret nerd buried in you somewhere, Stevie.”

“Do you even know Dustin at all, man?”

Eddie barked out a laugh. “You have a point. But yeah, I wanted to talk to alone for a moment.”

“And here I am,” Steve teased, throwing out his arms.

“So Jeff and the boys were telling me that you were my personal bodyguard while I was under.” Eddie twisted the sheet in his hands nervously.

“I know too well that once someone sees you a certain way,” Steve said with a half shrug, “that you could turn into a hellbeast and they’ll treat you like you never changed at all.”

Eddie winced. “The whole asshole jock that everyone else seems caught up on? Even though you haven’t been that dude in literal years?”

“Right in one,” he said. “Though yours is a lot more dangerous to your continued survival and I wasn’t going to let them undo all my work to keep you alive.”

Eddie ducked his head and Steve could make out the barest hint of a blush.

“Is that the only reason?”

Steve reached out and covered Eddie’s twisting fingers with his own to still them. “Did you want another reason?”

“Some would consider it an act of true love...” he mumbled.

Steve brought one of his hands to his lips and kissed it tenderly. “That’s because it was. I love Nancy, I always will, but I know how bad we are for each other.”

Eddie raised his head and looked Steve in the eye for the first time since he walked into the room.

“You’d want to be my boyfriend?” he whispered in awe.

Steve laughed. “Yeah, Eddie. I’d like that a lot.”

“Yay!” Eddie said with childish glee.

“And when you get out of the hospital I’ll take you on a proper date,” Steve promised.

“It’s a deal, Stevie,” Eddie murmured, fondness just oozing out of every pore.

Steve pressed a brief kiss to his lips. “I’m going to get the next gaggle, okay?”

“Yeah, babe.”

Steve kissed him again and then gave his hand a squeeze, before leaving to do as he said.

As the kids went into see Eddie, Steve turned to Robin.

“You’re on the clock now, missy,” he teased her. “You have until a certain someone gets out of the hospital to be the first of us to go on a gay date. So you better ask Vickie out before then.” He winked at her.

Robin’s eyes went wide. “You sly dog! I can’t believe you got a boyfriend before I got a girlfriend. I’m going to hate you forever.”

“No you won’t.”

She sighed. “No I won’t,” she repeated, putting her head on his shoulder. “I’m happy for you, dingus.”

“Thanks, Rob.”

As he sat there in the hospital waiting room waiting for his friends to come back, he never thought he would find love after Nancy and his relationship blew up. Back then he would have told you he had a one in million chance especially here in Hawkins, but now?

It was the start of something beautiful, he could feel it. He had something to look forward to for the first time since the defeated Vecna. He had a date to plan.

Tag List:

1- @itsall-taken @estrellami-1 @zerokrox-blog @sadisticaltarts @dolphincliffs

2- @gregre369 @a-little-unsteddie @irregular-child @cryptid-system @kultiras

3- @maya-custodios-dionach @goodolefashionedloverboi @val-from-lawrence @carlyv @wonderland-girl143-blog

4- @bookbinderbitch @bookworm0690 @forgottenkanji @dreamercec @blondie1006

5- @yikes-a-bee @awkwardgravity1 @genderless-spoon @fearieshadow @thesecondfate

6- @dragonmama76 @ellietheasexylibrarian @thedragonsaunt @useless-nb-bisexual @disrespectedgoatman

7- @counting-dollars-counting-stars @tinyplanet95 @ravenfrog @swimmingbirdrunningrock @lingeringmirth

8- @gutterflower77 @a-lovely-craziness @just-a-tiny-void @w1ll0wtr33 @beelze-the-bubkiss

90 notes · View notes

gregre369 · 2 days ago

Text

I Hear the Morning Calling

For Monsterfucker May better late than never

Heavily inspired by @safk-art demo!Steve art 😍

Steve/Eddie | read on ao3 | rated E | post-Vecna, demogorgon Steve, monsterfucking, blood and gore

“We’re losing. She’s not able to do it. We have to do something,” Nancy hissed next to him. Vecna had been shaking violently from his viney suspension but now he was eerily still. El’s plan seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

Steve looked around for anything he could do to save his friends. They’d already used all of the Molotov cocktails and Nancy’s shotgun shells.

Vecna’s eyes popped open and stared directly at him for a long heart stopping second before they widened and closed off again. They were running out of time.

He looked desperately around at Robin who was clutching at her bag. He would never let anything happen to them. Then he heard Dustin screaming over the walkie. Everything was going to shit.

A burning hatred ran through him, sizzling through the exhaustion and lightheadedness he’d been pushing down since being attacked by the demobats. Before he realized he’d moved, he was sprinting towards the hideous hanging figure with a roar. Ignoring the girls’ cries from behind him, he leaped higher than he’d ever done during a basketball game, catching a vine in his hand before his open mouth closed over Henry Creel’s throat.

The hot thick blood shot down his throat, gagging and choking him but he held on. Taking multiple swallows of the bitter sludge automatically, he forced his jaw harder into the spasming muscle. Spindly fingers scratched across his back and legs, trying ineffectually to tear him off. The spurting of blood into his mouth slowed and he allowed himself to suck in a breath, yanking the vine in his hand.

Coming back to himself on the floor, he didn’t think he had been out very long. He could hear Dustin again on the walkie, Robin trying to get him to slow down to try to understand his loud rapid cries.

“They! Are! Coming!” Dustin’s staticky voice echoed through the empty room.

“Who?” Steve rasped. But then he felt it. In the back of his mind, a scurrying almost slippery feeling that was getting stronger. “The bats. They’re coming for us.”

“What? Steve, what the hell is going on?” Nancy’s no nonsense tone made him try to rethink what he had said.

“I don’t know. But we gotta get out of here.”

Scrambling to sit, he was pushed back down to the ground by Nancy and then Robin.

“Settle down. If the bats are really coming, we’re better off inside.” Robin made sense, but something was telling him they needed out of this house. Out of this room.

He looked around, and saw Vecna’s body. It was essentially ripped to shreds, his head barely connected to his neck and several bones poking out in cruel angles.

“Um, yeah, there’s that question, too. But I think I’m just going to erase that from my memory,” Robin winced.

Getting out of the upside down after that was a blur. The bats circled them, screaming wildly and zooming over their heads as they ran towards the trailer park, but none of them touched the group.

Eddie was a mess. Nearly grey, almost as torn to shreds as Vecna. But Steve was able to feel a very slow pulse, so he quickly slung him over his shoulder and they somehow got everyone hoisted into the correct dimension.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

Steve’s head popped up from where it had slumped into his chest. He’d not left Eddie’s bedside once he’d been released from his own hospital bed more than a week ago. Nancy was propped against the doorway with a wry grin.

“Talk about what?” But Steve couldn’t meet her eyes.

Nancy hummed and pulled a chair over next to him.

“You can’t hide it from me, Steve. I’ve been on the receiving end of your overbearing self.”

Steve groaned, looking immediately at Eddie’s face. But just like every other day he’d spent looking at him, his eyes remained closed.

“I’m not sure I have words. Even to myself. Yet. But you’ll be one of the first ones to know, I promise,” he huffed.

“After Robin,” Nancy nodded.

Steve laughed. “Yeah, I mean, probably. And, uh, hopefully someone else is ahead of both of you in line.” He rubbed at his face, then raked a hand through his disgusting hair with a grimace.

“Go home, Steve. I’ll stay. I know your number. You need to take care of yourself before you can take care of the rest of us.”

After he showered, he flopped across his bed in just his towel and was asleep before he had another thought.

He stood above Eddie, the taste of blood in his mouth again. The bitter thick sludge that had come from Vecna. When he’d killed Vecna.

Eddie was wailing below him, fighting against him. He leaned down, catching his flailing hands with his own and felt his face split into sections, opening impossibly wide as he bit hard into Eddie’s neck.

He woke up sweating in his bed, tangled in his sheets. He ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror, feeling over his perfectly human face.

“What the fuck,” he breathed.

A quick call to the hospital confirmed that Eddie was fine. He chugged a glass of water, pacing unseeingly around his kitchen, still rubbing across his face.

For the next week, he would get these quick bursts of pain in his head, and pressure like a migraine but none of his normal tricks helped. He didn’t have a fever, actually his temperature seemed to be going down.

Finally he just pulled the curtains in his room, covered his head with a pillow because still the dimmed light felt like ice picks and went to sleep.

The shrill constant noise woke him, and at first he couldn’t place it at all, pressing his pillow over his ears more forcefully, sitting up with a curse as it echoed through his house.

“What??” He groused out into the phone.

Thankfully not reacting at all to his grumpiness, Dustin cried out, “Steve! It’s Eddie. He woke up!”

The nurses were insistent they go into Eddie’s room in small groups, shaking their heads and rolling their eyes at the huge congregation of people who were adamant about seeing their friend.

Steve, Robin and Nancy stood surrounding his tiny frame in the hospital bed, somehow this sleep looking more peaceful than the last. Steve shifted on his feet, trying to ignore the pounding in his head and the nauseousness from the hospital smell.

“Eddie?” Nancy whispered, unable to help it.

Their friend twitched, his eyes flicking open quickly before closing again. “Why’s it so bright?”

Steve chuckled, thinking the exact same thing, and went to turn the lights off in the room.

“Thanks,” Eddie grumbled. The lack of use showed in his voice. Robin held out a cup with a straw and helped him take a few deep gulps. “Fuck, can you give me the Reader’s Digest version? Did I get hit by a train? A UFO? Did I eat the mystery meat in the cafeteria?”

They all snickered, Nancy sobering first. “You don’t remember at all? What’s the last thing you can think of?”

Eddie frowned, looking down. After a few moments of thinking hard, he looked up, shocked. “Chrissy, oh god. Chrissy is… and then Patrick in the lake. Fucking hell. Okay, I’m getting pieces now. The bats- is Dustin?”

Steve interjected quickly, unable to take the look on his face, “Dustin’s fine. You saved him.”

Eddie nodded, pulling in deep breaths. Steve reached out, taking his hand and breathed his own small breath of relief when Eddie held onto it.

“Everyone else?” Eddie grimaced.

“Banged up, stitched up, but alive and well. Well, uh, except for Jason.”

“No loss there,” Robin and Eddie said at the same time, grinning sardonically at each other afterwards.

The nurse came in the room and explained the teens were not waiting very patiently in the waiting room, and they agreed to swap out.

“Going straight to hand holding, huh? King Steve and his kindergarten moves,” Robin elbowed him.

Even more weeks later, Eddie was finally released from the hospital and Steve helped him up the steps to their new and improved government issued trailer. They’d offered them a house but both Eddie and Wayne had quickly declined. They were used to the trailer and the trailer park, but they could use another bedroom.

“Home sweet trailer,” Eddie laughed as he bounced on his new bed. Steve winced, worrying about his stitches still. “Don’t give me that look, mother hen. I’m fine.”

Steve sighed and waved him off, plopping his meager bag of stuff down on top of the dresser.

“Hungry?”

Eddie grinned at him. “Always.”

“Come in Eddie, helloooo? EDDIE COME IN, over.” Dustin’s loud voice echoed around his nearly empty room. Groaning, he sat on the edge of his bed for a second while the stars cleared from his vision.

“I’m here, Dustin,” he sighed.

“You’re supposed to say over. Over.”

Rolling his eyes, he laid back down with the walkie. “I’m over this conversation, Dustin. What was the voluminous emergency?”

“OH! Have you seen Steve? No one’s been able to get a hold of him for more than a week, and we just got to his house and it’s… weird. Even for us. Over.”

Eddie frowned. He actually hadn’t seen Steve in a while, which was not like him. After Eddie had been discharged from the hospital, Steve seemed to take over his watch, volunteering to get him back and forth to all of his appointments and therapies. Standing now, nerves quickening and his stomach tightening, he looked down at the walkie.

“Weird how? Over.” Ah shit, the kid had gotten to him.

“He’s built like a creepy nest, with leaves and sticks, but, uh-“

The silence hung heavy in the dark of his room, and Eddie shivered. He pulled back his curtains to peer out the window, suddenly feeling like he was being watched.

“Spit it out, Dustin,” he grumbled.

“Alright, but you asked. There’s a lot of your stuff in the mess… like a few of your shirts a-and the vest you gave him? It’s like he’s been sleeping with them. Over.”

As his eyebrows shot up at this news, something moved in the shadows outside the window. There was a flash of reflective eyes, too far off the ground to be the stray cat that he fed. Human’s eyes don’t reflect.

“O-okay Dustin, thanks for the nightmare fuel. Get home, it’s already almost dark. I’ll let you know if I hear from him. Over and out.”

He nearly dropped the walkie when the shadow moved again, closer to his window and he got a flash of jeans and brown hair. Thinking quickly but somehow not at all, he shoved the walkie into his back pocket and rushed out the front door.

Not allowing himself to call out to him, clearly he didn’t want to be found if he hadn’t spoken to anyone in a week, he tried to sneak as quietly as possible around the side of the trailer.

A noise a few feet away had him pausing, opening his eyes wider to try to see in the darkness towards the woods. It was eerily quiet, usually the trailer park was full of noise, even at night, car doors and people laughing and chatting, dogs and birds going on and on. All Eddie could hear now was his own heart beating in his ears.

His eyes jumped to follow the next quick movement, just inside the edge of the woods. Another flash of that perfect hair. Like Steve was beckoning him to follow. And Eddie was dumb enough to be lead.

Inside the tree line, Eddie couldn’t see much. But he could follow the small noises and what was surely intentionally snapped twigs under Steve’s feet.

Panting, he stopped to lean against a tree, “Fuck, where are we going, man?” He was getting irritated. Steve would know that he’d graduated from PT but he still couldn’t be walking miles through the woods.

There was a small huff that sounded close, almost sarcastic. Very like Steve. Then a cold hand was pushing his hair away from his face, resting on his sweaty forehead.

A stream of moonlight or a stray streetlight fell across the face in front of him, and he almost screamed. Steve’s eyes piercing into his own and that attractive mess of hair on his head compensated well for the rest of it, the petaled mouth and rows of teeth that appeared as he was apparently breathing in Eddie’s scent.

“Steve? Wh-what happened?” Eddie was proud of himself for not bolting away, seeming frozen to the spot at Steve continued breathing him in, the clawed hands running through his hair and grasping his hip.

One shoulder was raised and lowered, like the world’s most apathetic shrug. As if his newly transformed self wasn’t even worth discussing. But the way Steve was looking at him and touching him was sending warm buzzing down his spine, tightening his belly. And his own jeans.

Steve seemed to figure this out quickly as well. Could he smell it? Eddie groaned and then gasped when his giant wet mouth descended onto his neck, grazing those dangerously wicked teeth down his skin.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “Why is that so hot? I should be like running for my life. Ah!” His hips bucked forward as sharp claws ran down his chest, instantly shredding his already hole filled shirt. He could only pant and throw his head back against the tree as the assault continued down his front, then as he felt the cold hands approach his jeans he gasped out, “Hey, okay, let me do that, huh? My favorite jeans, you know.”

The salacious look he received in response could only be from one Steve Harrington. He almost laughed but instead moaned as the gaze went down to follow his hands, the shaking hands fighting against the button and zipper of his jeans. Maybe he should have let him rip them to shreds.

An inhuman growl left Steve when the jeans and his plaid boxers were kicked off his bare feet. Unable to help himself, Eddie wrapped a hand around his dripping cock as he watched the terrifying mouth open, saliva running off the petals and rows of teeth.

“God I am a freak, after all,” Eddie chuckled. “I’d apparently feed my dick to a wood chipper if it was attached to Steve Harrington.”

A vaguely appreciative noise rumbled out of the mouth in question, and Eddie couldn’t believe this was real as the monster in front of him lowered slowly to his knees, looking up under his still gorgeous eyelashes to peer at his hard length.

“If you kill me, can you make sure no one finds my body? I don’t want Uncle Wayne thinking I got myself into even weirder shit than usual.”

His train of thought quickly evaporated as a rough tongue came to slide up the underside of his cock. Trying his best to hold completely still, wary of all the teeth, he just watched as Steve wriggled closer.

“Don’t judge me if I come or pass out instantly please. I, um, I’m not the most experienced. And this is, well, this is a whole lot to take in.” He knew he was rambling, filling the uncomfortable silence between them and the woods.

The eyes staring up at him seemed unbearably patient and forgiving, however.

“How much of you is in there,” he wondered aloud.

Steve blinked at him and what could’ve been a smirk passed over his features before his cock was enveloped by the petaled mouth. His own mouth flew open, ready to scream at the pain he expected. But he only gasped as he realized the teeth were only just grazing him, creating an almost pleasant scratching tingly feeling, and the tongue was able to keep sliding under and around the head.

“Oh my god, Steve,” Eddie panted, unaware as his hands slid into the feathery locks. “Oh, oh sorry!” Yanking them away, he received the first actually scary noise and look.

The mouth left him and an indignant huff resounded from it. “Want it,” Steve growled.

Eddie nodded quickly, holding back the laugh at the petulant frown and statement. “You got it, Stevie. Just please keep going.”

With another small grumble, Steve waited for the shaking hands to return back to his hair before he allowed his mouth to wrap around his cock again.

He was glad the tree was there to hold him up, since it seemed Steve was going to give everything he had to this supernatural blowjob. Eddie didn’t direct him with his hands so much as just hold on for dear life, while moaning and gasping along.

“Please, gunna-“ Eddie almost screamed as the mouth was instantly pulled back.

“Not yet,” Steve rasped. “Turn around.”

Clawed hands assisted him pivoting to push his forearms against the rough tree, widening his stance to allow the wicked mouth behind him to — “Holy mother of Zeus!”

The rough tongue circled his hole as a wet hand wrapped around his cock, the other pulling at his thigh to encourage him to rut back and forth. He whimpered, unable to collect enough brain cells to form a sentence now.

“P- oh, please. Steve!” Everything stopped and a soft questioning noise came from behind him. “Can I come on your cock instead? Or, uh, next time? Sorry, didn’t mean to, uh-“

What could only be described as a giggle left the terrifying mouth behind him, and Eddie’s hand was pulled from the tree and licked.

“Yours.”

The hand was then pulled back towards his own hole and he tried to nod his understanding. He did not want the claws inside of him either, thank you.

“Jesus Criminy,” Eddie whispered as Steve used his own fingers to push into him, licking around the digits to encourage him to open up. The feeling of the rough clawed hands around his wrist as he fucked his own hand into himself was almost too much. Finally when he thought his brain was going to leak out of his ears, his hand was pulled back and released.

Then a blunt object was pushing against him and he saw stars. “Slow, oh my god, a little slower, baby.”

The name didn’t seem to phase him at all, but he got a soft noise and the cold hands held onto his hips as he pressed forward.

“Want it hard, but just- ah, once it’s in. God you’re big. Is that, like, a monster thing? Or just you?”

The cocky laugh he received didn’t exactly answer the question, but then he was pressing further in and he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He wrapped his own sweaty hand around his leaking cock, whining and crying out as Steve fucked him hard yet holding him so gently with his clawed hands. As he got closer to coming, he leaned his head back onto Steve’s shoulder. He came spectacularly just as he bit into his neck.

When he could breathe and see again, jumping into his jeans, he found the walkie still shoved into his pocket. With a simpering look at demo!Steve sitting naked against their well-used tree, he pushed down the button.

“Hey, uh, Henderson. I f-found Steve. But, well, he’s a lot different now. Over.”

Title from Waiting in the Garden - Noon Shift

81 notes · View notes