#eddie muson/steve harrington

[kennahjune]

Guys—

Eddie’s not weak, nor is he a twig.

Exhibit 1: he was able to YANK both Dustin and Mike out of their seats as if they were fucking hand bags.

Exhibit 2: he’s able to climb up a rope with NO support which uses SO MUCH core strength like bro I could never—

Exhibit 3: he’s in a band, he’s gonna do some heavy lifting and shit

Exhibit 4: when he tried to provoke Jason in that cafeteria scene, Jason fully just backs down

Exhibit 5: MANZ LITERALLY THREW STEVE AGAINST THE WALL

So allow me to present: Steve Harrington who knows full well that Eddie is able to completely and utterly manhandle him and absolutely living and thriving for it.

Thank you for your attention.

[firefly-party]

🎸 Rockstar Eddie 🎸

↓ bonus steddie under the cut ↓

[stevieschrodinger]

Steve eats, but only because Robin puts food in front of him. Only because she reminds him it's for the pup.

Like he needs reminding. Steve often rests his hand protectively over his rounded tummy. It's reflexive, to protect the only part of Eddie he has left. He feels like he hasn't slept in months, even though he knows he sleeps often, in broken bits and pieces.

He hasn't spoken for a long time, he knows that. Everyone watches him, and everyone used to tell him the same thing, 'they're just dreams Steve, Eddie is gone.'

Steve knows though, they aren't dreams. Eddie is alive, and he's trapped in the Upside Down because Steve didn't try hard enough, didn't push hard enough, didn't say the right things to get the others to believe him.

It upset Dustin the most at first, but Dustin has also been the most adamant because he saw Eddie die, can't even entertain the idea that Eddie might still be alive, because that means he left Eddie behind. That's a lot of guilt to ask a kid to carry.

Steve knows they're talking about him again, like them whispering in the kitchen makes it any better. Steve's starving himself. Steve isn't sleeping. Steve isn't showering. Steve's mate sick even if Eddie never mated him. It's the pup. It's the trauma. It's the nightmares.

They aren't nightmares though, not when Eddie holds him close, laid on a grassy meadow under a sunny blue sky.

El is here, kneeling in front of Steve, 'do you really think Eddie is alive?'

Steve clears his throats, feels full of cobwebs and sand, 'I know he is.'

Steve's said it a thousand different ways. A million. He's cried it and screamed it and shouted it and whispered it and said it as normal and level headed as he could make it sound, 'I am absolutely certain that Eddie is alive,' no one ever believes him.

She nods, 'we will check-'

'El.' It's Hopper, in the doorway, he said 'El' the same way he would say 'No'. 'We talked about this-'

'No, you talked about this. I am tired of this, for Steve, I will check. We will check, just this once.'

And Steve feels too broken to let himself hope, but he heaves himself up off the couch anyway.

El opened a gate in the pool. There's not been water in the pool for quite some time now, and it just seemed apt. A place where there is already a weakness in the world. Perfect for El.

In the end, just to stop the fighting, everyone has gone back to the Upside Down.

Steve squints at the sunny blue sky, not at all surprised to see it. Everyone else is making suitably shocked noises. The grass is green, the trees lush. From the trees, a demodog watches them. It looks different, like it fits here, healthy and well fed now, it shakes and stretches and then lopes off further into the woods.

Everything is overgrown, like the Upside Down is reclaiming everything that One created here.

Nearby, laundry flaps on a washing line, metal band shirts and torn jeans, 'Eddie,' Steve breathes for the first time in over six months, and heads into the house.

There's a bowl of odd looking fruit on the kitchen counter. In the lounge, books. So many books, all stacked and arranged into strange little towers like they are giants in a city, and the books are skyscrapers.

Upstairs, Eddie has clearly nested in Steve's room; there are guitar bits and tools on the desk, two guitars in parts.

The bed is mounded with soft things, Steve scents a pillow, it smells like Eddie...and not.

'Where the fuck is he,' Hopper grumbles.

Steve wants to snap. Wants to scream at them all. They fucking believe him now don't they? They could have had Eddie home months ago if-

Dustin has books from the living room, in the front of each is stamped 'Hawkins Public Library'. So that's where they go.

Steve doesn't know what to do when he spots Eddie. He's crouched on a table, bare toes gripping the edge. He's pale, even more so than before, skin a pale enough alabaster that Steve can see the shadow of blue veins underneath. He's flipping through a book, back and forth, back and forth, before finally stopping and hopping down from the table, 'Eddie?'

Eddie doesn't answer, eyes trained on Steve. His hair has grown, even longer, thick dark curls that Steve wants to bury his hands in.

There's a ticking noise, a low, growling rumble as Eddie stalks closer. Things happen very very quickly, Hopper raises his shotgun, El screams 'no,' Eddie's face peels apart like the petals of a flower filled with teeth as he roars and charges at them.

Hoppers gun is jerked up by an unseen hand, his shot causing plaster to rain down from the ceiling, and then Eddie is floating in the air, roaring as his face blends back to normal and then peels apart again, furious.

El's nose is bleeding, she wipes it away.

Steve moves closer. Eddie looks strange; taller. Leaner. Just, more, somehow.

Steve reaches for him, and Eddie desperately tries to get to him in return, clawing at the air, 'put him down, El.'

'Do not do that-' Hopper starts, but doesn't finish, because Eddie lands neatly on his feet, catlike in his grace, where El drops him.

He lunges for Steve, and Steve let's himself be pulled close and gathered up, Eddie clicking and chittering quietly in Steve's ear, scenting his neck, a strange sucking sensation on his skin as Eddie's face peels apart into one big mouth.

Steve relaxes. He has Eddie back.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Robin knows something is up with Steve. He more distracted than usual, keeps staring out of the window and sighing and most importantly - he's doodling. That isn't so unusual, normally they entertain themselves by drawing caricatures of Keith or the customers that happen to piss them off, but this is different. He keeps drawing the same thing again and again, just a few crooked lines.

He never elaborates when she asks him what it is. She tries it all - asking, begging, manipulation, even a bit of emotional blackmail but he won't budge.

It is days later that she notices that Steve scribbles a lot more after Eddie visits them in the Family Video, being very touchy with Steve and nudging him about their movie night. She looks at the doodles, then at Eddie and she has all the answers she needs.

Steve, desperately lovestruck, isn't drawing random crooked lines.

It's dimples. Eddie's smiling mouth with special focus on his dimples.

She doesn't tell Steve she knows, not before he's ready to tell her himself. She still sometimes teases him about the mystery lines, but if she happens to recommend a t-shirt that makes Steve look hot (well, as much as she can judge as a lesbian) for the movie night and suggests picking up a pack of Eddie's favourite sour gummy worms (of course Steve bought them already, he's so far gone), that's only her business.

[rivvyve]

Reasons why Stranger Things fans will love Dead Boy Detectives:

Impeccable Friendships:

Boys with Bats:

Boys with Abs? I guess?

Lesbians 💞

And finally-

Terrifying Spider-Monsters:

[ghostofyourvampiregf]

"something happens and I'm head over heels" - tears for fears

[rottenroyalebooks]

Love Drunk 0.4

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

AU: No Upside Down.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins with her boyfriend when she turned eighteen to follow her dreams of being a rock star. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metalhead who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence.

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Taglist: @witchwolflea (Open for all!)

Corroded Coffin's set was a half hour long, by the end of it I was busying myself cleaning the glasses left by customers and keeping an eye on my brother from my place at the bar.

Yes, he was old enough that he didn't need my protection anymore, but I knew what being in a bar underage was like and didn't want him dipping his toes in the wrong crowd.

Seeing the group he came with tonight, a bunch of young teens and some respectable-looking kids his own age, it seemed that they'd keep him out of trouble.

"We're Corroded Coffin, thank you and goodnight!" The bar cheered, but I could hear Dustin's voice over everything else going on, which made me chuckle as I started putting away the clean glasses.

Jim strolled over to me with a smile, stopping beside me as he leaned against the bar, "Don't you miss that? Your hometown cheering you on after you blew them away with your amazing vocals?"

I rolled my eyes, "It's not going to happen, Jim."

"But it'll be just like old times!"

"I haven't performed in three years. The only person who gets to hear me sing and play guitar is my dog. Besides, I left my guitar in California." I put the drying rag over my shoulder and crossed my arms turning to him.

It was Jim's turn to roll his eyes, "We have instruments in the back, Y/N, come one! Just one song, next Thursday, you've got me beggin' here!"

I pursed my lips; what could be the harm in performing one song? I doubted my presence in the bar would bring as many people in as Jim was claiming, but if he thought it would help him out, I was willing to give it a shot.

I breathed deeply, "Fine, you've worn me down. One song, Jim, ONE."

He nearly jumped for joy when I agreed, "I knew you'd come around, Harrington, I need to start advertising it." He turned on his heels and raced to the kitchen, where his office was hidden in the back corner.

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to begin cleaning behind the bar, only for my eyes to lock onto dark brown ones belonging to Eddie, who stood on the other side of the bar with a small smile on his face.

I rose an eyebrow and tossed the rag I was holding onto my shoulder, leaning forward against the bar with a small smirk of my own, "Hey there, Rockstar. What can I get you?"

I watched as his eyes widened, but his recovery was quick, "Just a Sprite, uh, yeah." He said awkwardly, running a hand through his long curly hair, "I'm only twenty, Jim would kill me."

I scoffed, grabbing a glass from under the table, "Please, you bring buisness, one drink isn't going to send me to jail. You just got off stage. You deserve a proper drink." I winked at him and started looking through the selection of liquor.

What would be a good drink to make for this guy?

"I don't want to get you in trouble." He said quickly, but I dismissed him.

"I've known Jim since I was sixteen. I'll just get a slap on the wrist. Relax, I'll make you a drink."

After the back and forth, he gave in, leaning forward as he watched me make his drink, "How long have you worked here? I've never seen you before."

"Tonight's my first day,"

"That'll do it." He joked and I slid his drink over to him. He looked at the drink and hesitated before looking up at me.

"It's a rum and coke, but if anyone asks, it's a coke." I winked at him again, leabinh firward to start shamelessly flirting, but in the corner of my eye, I noticed Steve rushing over to us with his eyes widened slightly.

"No no no–" He said quickly as he approached us, making me raise an eyebrow at his tense state. He pointed to Eddie, "No." Then he turned to point at me, "No." Finally, he threw both hands in the air, "Nope, I am putting an end to... whatever this is right now."

Eddie blinked while I was unbothered by his overdramatic tendencies, "What's the problem, man?"

"That–" he pointed to me, while looking at him, "Is off limits."

I smiled innocently, "Steve, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" I cocked my head to the side and watched as Eddie took a sip from the drink I made him.

Taking a deep breath, Steve reluctantly began to introduce me, "Eddie, this my sister. Y/N Harrington."

The sentence seemed to send a Shockwave through Eddie because the contents of his drink spewed from his mouth, droplets landing on the floor next to him as he turned to look at me. He glanced between the two of us and cleared his throat, placing the drink on the bar counter, "You have a sister?"

I chuckled, "He wishes he didn't, but alas, here I am."

Steve rolled his eyes, "I've never said that, but yes, Munson, I do have a sister. She's older."

"And better." I joked with a wink, making Eddie visibly flush, and Steve sent a glare.

"Not my friends." He snapped, pointing at me and I raised my full hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way, Stevie. I will be here, pretending I'm merely a background character in your heartwarming tale of self-growth and friendship." I turned away, sighing dramatically as I leaned against one of the support beams, cleaning a dirty glass in my hand.

Steve sighed, "I'm throwing an after-party thing for all of us at our house. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Keep them out of my room, Baxter isn't too keen on having guests."

Huffing, Steve grabbed Eddie by the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him over to the registers, away from me as I smirked.

I wasn't looking for a new relationship anyway, I had other matters to deal with before thinking about starting something new with someone else.

(❤️ ω ❤️)

The next day rolls around, and I sat in the doctor's office, kicking my feet as I waited for her to return.

She knocked on the door and strolled in with a big machine and a smile on her face, "Hello Y/N, now after your Physical that I did I noticed some healing bruises...may I ask where you got those?"

I took a deep breath, knowing that this conversation would've had to happen at some point during my stay in Hawkins, but I wish I could've settled down more before it did happen, "My ex-fiancé was physically abusive towards me. I packed my stuff and left him last week."

She pursed her lips, grabbing the clipboard and holding it to her, "Are you worried about him finding you after he learns the news?"

I shook my head quickly, "I don't plan on telling him at all; he doesn't have the right. As soon as I learned of it, I got out of there and came back here. I don't want to tell anyone else, so I plan on saving up and moving to Louisiana or something. Anywhere that has no ties to him or our past."

She tilted her head, beginning to prep the machine, "Is he from Hawkins, too?"

"Born and raised, just as I was."

"I will leave you with a card to call in the event that he decides to come back to try and find you," she grabbed a bottle of gel and gestured for me to lay back, "Lift your shirt."

I did as she asked, lifting my shirt, and she squeezed the cold gel and moved it around with the transducer, looking at the ultrasound machine and searching for the parasite that was placed into my body.

"I found the baby," she said as the heartbeat was heard from the speakers, knocking the wind out of me. I cursed under my breath and tilted my head to rest it on the bed, "You look about twelve weeks along and the baby looks healthy. We can schedule an appointment for your next ultrasound which will also be where we can find out the baby's gender, if you'd like."

I nodded slowly, "Yeah, that sounds great, doc." I gave her a tight-lipped smile and she nodded, grabbing a pamphlet and handing it to me.

"There's a long list of vitamins that you should be taking in there, you should be taking. Also, there's a support group for victims of domestic violence that meet every Monday if you need someone to talk to about all this."

Just like that, when a doctor confirmed it, I knew my journey was just beginning.

[gothicgaycowboy]

If I wrote a relationships therapist Eddie x husband Steve and wife reader would y’all be interested?

[shieldofiron]

Steve: It’s me. I’m bisexuals.

[pricelessemotion]

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ masterlist ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

steve harrington

i'm in so deep

liquid courage allows you to finally tell steve how you feel.

i'm such a fool

steve has his own confession to make. you’re not sure how to take it. 

head over wheels

steve takes you roller skating for your first date.

never really over

you and steve fall apart, then fall back together.

sweet dreams, tennessee [multi-chapter]

the sleepy town of Sweet Dreams holds many childhood memories for you. in the summer of '88, you make your way back to your hometown to visit your grandma and figure things out. when you get there, you're surprised to find you're not the only one who's taking a walk down memory lane.

eddie munson

can i ask you a question? [multi-chapter]

Los Angeles, 1990. eddie munson is a promising rockstar with a less-than-stellar reputation. you’re a budding music journalist who has been tasked with strengthening his social standing. what started as a mutually beneficial assignment turns into something more, as you both blur the lines between professional and personal.

old friend

eddie walks into a diner looking for the past. he doesn’t expect the past to find him.

poltergeists for sidekicks

the kids drag eddie to the halloween store where you happen to work.

[batty4steddie]

@spicycinnabun and I expanded the friends prompt. Hope you enjoy the angsty fluff from us ❤️️

My Buddy, My Bro, My Pal The party had been going on for about an hour or so. Steve was hosting. He didn’t know when Eddie had arrived but could hear his voice, and then he saw him chatting with Jonathan and Nancy. Steve shot him a smile from across the room. He was so happy Eddie was there. It’d been a long work week, and they hadn’t seen each other since last weekend. He couldn’t wait until they got a moment to greet each other. Chrissy and Robin were there, too, so Eddie had plenty of people to talk to while Steve was making the rounds.

Steve was just catching up with some of his friends who had gone off to college. Everyone was back home visiting their own families during the school break. It’d been a perfect time for a party with his parents out of town. 

When Steve finally broke away from the conversation, it was to refill some of the snacks and drinks. He ran into Eddie in the kitchen. “Hey, man. Happy you made it.” Steve went in for a half hug and gave Eddie’s back a few hard pats as he pulled back and smiled at him. “How’s my good buddy doing? Did you get a drink?”

There it was again. The word Eddie so loathed. Buddy. 

Eddie thought that shit was going to stop once they’d started fooling around together, but if anything, it had only increased. Buddy this, bro that. Once, Steve had even called him pal.

Eddie should have grinned. He should have played along like he usually did. But he was four vodka Cokes in, and his feelings were more feelingy, weeks of pent-up frustration hitting its peak. 

So, he did something monumentally bold and got into Steve’s space, putting his (fifth) drink down and backing him up against one of the counters. “You know what? Buddies don’t kiss each other,” Eddie said, breathing the word harshly between them. His fists clenched at his sides. “Yeah, you… You’ve definitely had a few.” Steve could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was worried they were standing too close to the gas stove. Eddie saw Steve’s eyes widen, his head twitching like he was just barely concealing the urge to look around and make sure nobody had heard that. Eddie barrelled on. It was a courtesy that he was even lowering his voice. He didn’t have to. “If you want to keep on pretending that’s all we are, you go right ahead, Steve. But I won’t be.”

Steve’s heart sped up like it normally did when Eddie got close to him. His eyebrows rose as the counter dug into his ass. This would’ve been really fucking hot if Eddie wasn’t so angry at him. He was surprised that Eddie had that reaction to his comment. He thought it was an innocent enough statement, but clearly, he had struck the wrong chord. 

Steve’s eyes were doing all the reacting, looking at Eddie but dying to see if anyone had overheard. If they had, it probably wouldn’t have made sense to them anyway. No one knew he’d seduced Eddie into more than just kissing him. Friends didn’t kiss or fuck each other like wild rabbits, either.

Steve shook his head. “I’m not pretending. I didn’t know that you wanted this to be an official thing. I thought you wanted to keep things casual,” he said coolly, even though his heart was beating out of his chest. “I’m open to something more exclusive if that’s what you want.” 

They hadn’t talked about what they were, but if Eddie was gonna call him out so aggressively and publicly at his own damn party, he was going to get Eddie to admit that he wanted to be his boyfriend. What he had been doing was bullying him about being friendly and excited to see him. Wasn’t this a mutual decision they needed to come to before feelings got involved? It was too damn late for that, apparently, with Eddie’s alcohol-induced liberty.   

Eddie was short-circuiting. Thrown completely off. “Excuse me, what?” 

Heat rose to Eddie’s face with the speed of a Nascar driver, leaving a burning trail up his cheeks. He had been… like, one hundred percent sure Steve was deeply in the closet, and that was why he kept insisting they were friends and not, you know, fuck buddies. More than dudes who spent time together. Steve didn’t call any of the chicks he slept with what he called Eddie, right?

“I—I never said we have to be official,” Eddie finally said. His face was blisteringly hot at this point. Had Steve actually said he was open to it? To him? To dating Eddie? Fuck. “I just thought…” Eddie swallowed (fuuuuuck), “…you wanted to hide me under the rug like some bro. So I was pissed about that.”

Did Eddie want to go steady with Steve? 

Hell yes!

He had been infatuated with the hairy bastard long before they’d started sleeping together.

“I would be amenable to. Um. To being exclusive. With you. Yes.” God, he was usually way smoother than this. His fists finally uncurled. He looked at Steve uncertainly. “Do… you want to?” 

Steve had said he was open, but what did that mean? Open wasn't really yes.

“I invited you here.” Steve wanted to end the night alone with Eddie. 

They’d spent the last few weekends in his bedroom, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. (Steve didn’t even know he had that many moles and that there really was one there. He’d laughed like a hooligan, and it felt like he was gonna break his neck trying to find it in the mirror. Eddie had helped him find it eventually.)

Steve hadn’t been exclusive with anyone since he’d gotten with Nancy, but the thought of being with anyone other than Eddie made his stomach hurt. 

“And we hadn’t talked about it yet,” Steve pointed out. He wasn’t lying. He was open to it because he’d been thinking about it. He saw the way Eddie’s demeanor changed from hurt to hopeful. “I brought it up, didn’t I? Yes, Eddie, that’s what I want. I promise not to refer to you as my friend, without boy in front of friend ever again.”  

Steve wanted to prove it. It was his party, and he could kiss who he wanted to. While Eddie had been so concerned about being a secret hookup, Steve was only concerned about what would make them both happy. He knew kissing each other did, so to hell with what everyone at the party thought about Steve “The Hair” Harrington kissing Eddie “The Freak” Munson. They could get the fuck out and leave them the hell alone if they didn’t like it. 

Steve smiled and kissed his boyfriend for the first time. Eddie, still stunned but quickly getting with the program, clutched Steve’s hips and kissed him back.

In the background, they heard Robin and Chrissy cheering. “Nancy, you owe us twenty bucks!” Robin yelled.

[punkslovepoints]

COMPLETE | 58k Words | Rated: E Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

They make out in his basement sometimes.

Steve tells himself it’s just something they do to blow off steam, to decrease the monotony of post-apocalyptic living. Nothing more.

A few months later, Eddie leaves for the opportunity of a lifetime. Steve ignores his calls, makes sure they get a clean break, that they both get over it.

Trouble is neither of them do .

Eddie laughed, shaking his head fondly. He took one final drag of the cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray. He turned to look at Steve as if to ask what next. In the silence, Steve had an idea. "Wanna make out?"

A Steddie Fic based on Lucy Dacus’ Hot & Heavy.

[familyvideowithsteve]

façade, pt. six : Hawkins' party - steve harrington x fem!reader

This material may not be copied, reproduced, displayed, modified. This is my work, do not steal it, do not republish it.

summary: A new earthquake has opened the gate further, destroying and killing many. The first monsters have arrived, they couldn't be any less prepared.

warnings: (reading the first series is highly recommended) /NSFW/, no use of Y/n, she/her pronouns with no physical description, violence, near death experiences, blood, weapons, insecure thoughts, angst, self doubt, trust issues, jealousy, nightmares, anxiety disorders and depression (warnings for the entire series not the individual parts)

word count: 5,1K

façade the first series | the sequel | spotify playlist | pt. seven

  Dustin opened his eyes, and instantly took a breath in, he looked around him, his brain processing what just happened until pain in his already hurt leg forced him to try to look down at his legs, but he couldn’t.

His upper body was trapped under a heavy piece of beam, his arms could barely move, as for his legs, he could feel something heavy also blocking them, but he couldn’t know for sure, he wasn’t strong enough to get out of there on his own. 

  A whispered cuss word left his lips and he looked around, he really looked and he actually realised what had happened, he remembered he was in their friend’s house when it happened, it seemed like the ground was slipping away from their feet violently, quite literally as they didn’t have any time to react nor realise. 

  Her house was completely destroyed, there was nothing left except remnants of a house down on the ground, and it wasn’t just hers’, every house on the street was destroyed, the Wheelers', the entire neighbourhood.

  Second thing he noticed was the atmosphere, it had thickened up, white particles or spores —he didn’t know what it was really, none of them did— were everywhere, it felt cold, and dark, there was a weird smell around and it wasn’t just because the night had set, no, the Upside Down had started bleeding into Hawkins. 

  The atmosphere, the sky, everything seemed to lean towards Hawkins' invasion. 

  His head turned to the side as soon as he heard some noise, as it was abnormally silent around him, his eyes widened, he tried to calm his breathing but not knowing who or what was around as it seemed she was right, Vecna had struck when they least expected it. 

  His heart was pounding in his chest, his eyes trying to look in all the directions he could, but he couldn’t, he nearly had a heart attack when he made out Steve’s figure crouching down to his direction, approaching slowly.

  He was whispering his name around, trying to be as silent as possible even if his feet kept cracking around on the remnants of the house, cautious as to not step on anyone as they couldn’t see shit. 

The moon or the stars were nowhere to be seen probably due to the thick dark clouds. 

“Steve!” He stopped in his tracks and followed the sound of Dustin’s whispered voice, he managed to find him by feeling around, with his help he removed the first piece of beam lying on his upper body, then proceeded to free his legs. 

  By luck, his strained ankle had only worsened, he didn’t have any broken bones, though he could feel the scrapes, the raw skin on his face and on different parts of his body.

  Warm blood running on the side of his face, next to his eyes, the arch of his eyebrows made him wince as he sat up, dizziness starting to blurry his vision, he was forced to slow down his movements. 

  He couldn’t see much but Steve was eyeing in his direction, as best as he could, only perceiving the smallest bits of reflected light in his eyes, his brows furrowed as he heard Dustin’s breathing alter for just a second in pain. 

  “What’s wrong?” Steve let out in a whisper, one of his hands trying to feel around for him until he found one of his knees (he hopes), his movements cautious, trying to sense an injury, blood, anything. 

  “I can feel blood running along the side of my face but not that much, so it’s probably not that bad but my head is-”, he paused, realising Steve was whispering, he wasn’t. Why would he whisper?

  “What? Dustin?” There again! More panicked, his voice cracking a bit but he whispered again. 

  “Why are you whispering Steve?” 

  Dustin heard the shallow breathing leave his lips, almost like his body was shaking, a goosebump took over his body, “I suppose I.. heard some familiar noise when I came back to my senses.. The Upside Down kind of familiar noises..” 

  It had the effects of a cold shower on Dustin, his back straightening, his heart beating picking up faster against his ribcage, sweat beading down his temple, “What?” 

It wasn’t a what? kind of question, more like a way to verbalise his difficulty to acknowledge the truth, he couldn’t believe it, at all, not until they heard something cracking, their heads immediately jerked to the side, listening carefully. 

  It sounded like multiple cracks, like footsteps, and it didn’t look like it came just from one person or creature, it came into their direction until it stopped suddenly, Steve’s heart was beating at an abnormal rate, his eyes just trying so hard to catch something, he began to wonder if the weird gurgling sound he heard were real or made up in his mind in terror. 

  Seconds of silence felt like an eternity of apprehension, until it started again and directly towards them, then a voice, “Steve? Robin?” 

  Nancy. 

  Dustin and Steve let out a breath of relief, Steve’s hand on his chest as if to soothe his rapid breathing and heartbeat, “You fucking scared us arriving like that, goddamit, Nancy!”, Dustin’s voice almost shouted, in a controlled whisper-yell. 

  She continued, crouching down to them, his voice guiding her, “I’m sorry, I just- I can’t- Are you guys okay?” 

  Steve could kind of imagine where she was from her voice, “Mostly just scrapes, I don’t know for sure about Dustin, we can’t see shit. Are you-” 

  “I don’t want to be unpleasant but my leg is stuck and I would very much like to be unstuck and not feel this horrible weight on my already weak ankle, please.” 

  They both got into action, with one hand Steve lead hers’ to one side of the beam, him on the other side, they lifted it on the count of three, despite the weight they managed to rise it up enough for Dustin to crawl a bit forward, and put it down as silently as they could. 

  It hurt, but it already felt better, he didn’t feel any blood so it probably was good, right ?

He hated so fucking much that Vecna / Henry / One had chosen nightime to invade Hawkins, he probably would have done the same to have the upper hand, but goddamit how unpractical was it?! 

  “Are you okay, do you feel blood, or- or like it burns, or, I don’t know..”

  Dustin shook his head as he whispered back to Nancy, “No, I don’t think so, I don’t feel my splint though, we might need to make a homemade one, that or-,” he paused, feeling around his ankle, no his splint was there, “-crutches. I do sense my splint now that my hands are on it, but I don’t think I can rest my weight on my leg, limping is a hard pass, so, crutches.” 

  “Yeah, okay, but we can’t do that now, we can’t see shit, we need to find the others, regroup, you’re limping for now, let’s just wait for the sun to rise, at least,” she answered back, her head turned to the side, trying to focus on the darkness, maybe shadows could help them navigate, the difference in the darkness precisely. 

  It wasn’t that easy, Steve helped Dustin walk to the forest’s edge with Nancy leading the way, her voice a beacon for them to follow. 

They had nothing to do except wait, hope for the night to end, and for the day to finally rise, if it even did. 

  They didn’t find anyone else yet, hoping they would hear the others, or some noise to alert them of someone’s or something’s presence, but the night was quiet, they took turns staying awake, barely able to relax enough to get some rest.

  The light of day did manage to peek through the atmosphere, but it reflected the Upside Down's atmosphere, it wasn't bright like it usually was, it was semi dark like the end of a sunset.

  They were hopeful in finding more survivors that, just like them, were just hiding, but they found bodies instead, the first of many. 

  Neighbours at first, it wasn't a shocker, the magnitude of the earthquake, the gates opening further without any warning, the monsters of the Upside Down invading Hawkins.. It made sense that they would experience loss, close to them or not, then they saw it. It didn’t make sense anymore. 

  Steve didn't know how to react, he was shocked. Staring into her battered body, his gaze focused on something completely different, far away from her, but the image was imprinted in his retinas. 

He felt a hand setting on his shoulder, but he completely ignored it, barely acknowledged it. 

  The blue and red stripes from her blouse gave it away, and he couldn’t believe it, in a hurry he stepped closer and got rid of debris that fell on her, his eyes and eyebrows widened, goosebumps rising along his body as he faced a view he didn’t want to face, ever. 

Her eyes were just so… open and limpid, so lifeless. A greyish colour on the parts of her body he could recognize that surprisingly weren’t covered in dried blood, haematomas or dirt, her mouth slightly open, her lips cracked, dirtied by dried blood and dirt. 

  Her eyebrows were slightly scrunched up, in her last moments it seemed her face held pause on her feelings, and based on it, she suffered, and he hated it. 

  He hated everything about it. He couldn’t believe his best friend had endured such a terrible death. 

  It seemed like it was weeks ago when it was only days ago that Robin had told him they wouldn't be as lucky as the years prior in their adventure to kill Vecna, the stakes were too high, it was too dangerous, too great of a bet.

  A cold chill went through his body as a violent thought interrupted his mind, he began navigating the scene, trying to identify any sign of someone else's body. 

  Two remained missing, and he didn't even dare whispering her name, as if saying it out loud would make it happen, like it would give credit to some sort of prophecy and he would find her dead and he would lose it. 

Robin is already hard enough, not her. It’s impossible. 

  Steve and Nancy did their best to get her out of the debris, they couldn’t do much to properly give her a burial. 

They did as much as they could to pay their respect, her body resting in the edge of the forest, at the bottom of the neighbourhood, arms resting along her body, eyes and mouth forcefully closed. 

He never looked back at her, as it didn’t seem real, he would wake up soon. He’d have to. 

  They took advantage of the following light hours to look around for people, both Eddie and her were missing, impossible to find in the debris. Nancy found her father, her sister.. And unfortunately, her mother too. Her reaction was similar to Steve’s, dazed. It was impossible to believe. 

  Her brain knew it all too well and automatically started its defence mechanism: numbness. 

They did the same for her family, rested them next to Robin, she was trying her hardest to not remember their faces like that, with all the blood and.. the terror on her mother’s face, the pain on her sister’s face. She didn’t want to remember that. 

  Given they haven’t found anyone else alive, they decided on trying to walk around the neighbourhood, trying to look for anything that could be useful. Steve found some ducking tape, and improvised crutches for Dustin so he could follow them faster and maybe with less pain. They managed to find canned food, and surprisingly some water bottles, some were untouched, as if there never was an earthquake. 

  Even if the day had set earlier, the daylight wasn’t as authentic as it used to be, it looked like a morose, cloudy day in November, the red lightning striking the sky, the sound of it echoed in the city, the clouds resembled more and more like the ones in the Upside Down. 

It seemed like daylight was a faded copy of itself, the creatures weren’t there, only the atmosphere and the chaos around them proved they weren’t in some collective nightmare. 

  As it got darker they agreed on needing a place to hide, as they walked towards the city centre they observed their surroundings, saddened and astonished.  

Streets they’ve known all their life were completely unrecognisable, as they got closer to the town hall and the familiar shops they’ve grown to see since they were little, they’ve come into some that were still intact. 

  They agreed on hiding in one of them as the day welcomed more darkness, it seemed the day was shorter, or, as they had no way of knowing what time of the day it was, they were a bit disoriented. They improvised mattresses with piles of knotted clothes, they attended to their wounds, cleaned with some water and soap they found in the restroom and used broken pieces of mirrors to see their faces. 

Scrapes, dried blood, bruises, small cuts, they seemed to be pretty lucky. 

  They weren’t hungry but still ate, and both Nancy and Steve took turns staying awake and resting, with a piece of broken mirror taped to some wood, it was better than nothing. Steve took the first watch, he wasn’t sleepy at all. 

Thankfully, the shop had curtains, so they were able to hide behind them. He looked through them a few times, and he did see some bats and demodogs passing through, always remaining incredibly silent, staying vigilant for any sounds, any signs that danger was around the corner. 

  He was so focused he hadn’t realised that hours passed and Nancy had awoken and gotten closer to him, telling him he could rest for a couple hours, but he couldn’t. 

He was lying under a thin duvet, staring at the wall as his mind kept spinning around, keeping him awake. 

Robin kept him awake, the uncertainty that lay in their future, how, in one single moment, their lives had completely changed, it kept him awake. 

  She kept him awake. Was she alive? Safe? Had she partnered up with Eddie or was he also missing? Why were they missing? Has something happened? Questions like those kept circling around and around in his head, he couldn’t escape them, he couldn’t put them to sleep. 

  Then, he replayed his last memory, how furious and hurt she looked before she stormed to her room, they had fought, and she was so right. He had dismissed her concern and her ideas for Nancy. His hand’s hold on the duvet tightened, guilt invading him. Shame crept up on him like claws digging in his flesh, running deep in his veins. Tears of anger that he hadn’t even noticed ran across his nose and fell on the material under his head.

  In a rampage, he pushed the tears away from his eyes, a cry of despair forming but blocked in his throat.

He refused to let his furry, sadness and disgust of himself be seen by others, especially Nancy, whom, unbeknownst to her, was in the centre of that fight, and as he suspected, was a cause for their relationship to be so difficult, her jealousy was.. poisonous. 

Exhaustion got the upper hand, and he quietly fell asleep, still holding his duvet tightly, under Nancy’s very discreet gaze. 

Her body jolted awake, eyes wide open, taking a big breath in. Her body was stuck in hypervigilance mode, her brain already trying to process everything that happened. Her heartbeat spiking the more she realised what happened and where she was. 

  A sense of urgency invaded her brain as goosebumps started to spread on her skin, feeling cold with the adrenaline, the shortness of breath quickly followed, a visceral intuition to panic invaded her bloodstream, made her stomach feel sick. It was too familiar, all too familiar. 

She found herself stuck alone in a nightmare once again.

  She was tired of having to survive on her own, fight on her own, she began to wonder the worthiness of it, the necessity of it, it had to be… right? 

  She struggled to realise where she stood, she was stuck from her chest to her legs, she could only move her head around, but there wasn’t anything to see, it was too dark, only the red lightning striking through the sky, she instantly knew she had been right, and that with more preparation maybe it wouldn’t have happened this way.. She decided on stopping on the what ifs, there were too many of them and it wouldn’t help her. 

  She tried to look around, the slight movements in her body halted everything as she felt something digging deeper on the side of her abdomen, the same one that had been bitten off by bats days ago, she couldn’t contain the reflex to look down and only moved more, she let her head fall down on whatever it was, exhaling loudly as she tried to not let out any cry or scream. A strong intuition telling her she needed to be silent. 

  Immobile, tried to control her breathing to make it hurt less, but the more she stayed in that position the more she felt its pressure, she was certain the wound had cracked open. Something had pierced through, she didn’t know how deep but she definitely felt it sting, the electric shot of pain coursing through her nerves at every breath she took. 

  She could only hear her own muffles in the darkness and coldness surrounding her, very faint clouds of mist escaping her lips as each exhale she gave out, she quit on moving, completely relaxing her aching muscles. 

Her eyesight focused on the sky, its black and reddish colour whenever lightning struck.

  It’s almost pretty. 

  A faint and distant scream echoed through the silence, her head followed its direction and another wave of pain shot through her body, reminding her once again to not make any sudden moves. 

The scream happened only once, it was too far to really distinguish if it was made by a human or an animal, and if it were the latter —realisation felt like a cold shower. 

Her heartbeat started spiking, she began to feel it against her ribcage, goosebumps and this coldness in her limbs, she started sobbing uncontrollably, pinching her lips with her teeth, her eyes stuck in the direction the scream came from. 

  Knuckles turning white from the tightness of her fists, giving everything she had not to succumb to terror. 

  Don’t scream. Stop crying. Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t. Scream. 

  Vagabond pearly tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks, she couldn’t contain the sobs that escaped her lips. 

  “Steve?” It felt strange having to listen to herself so weak, so vulnerable, her voice so shaky. 

  Another uncontrollable sob, an ugly cry accompanied by another fresh wave of cold tears, this time her voice could only whisper, “Steve.”

  She was making up her mind to give up; the fight or flight response was suddenly surprisingly very quiet, she almost felt ready to give up, she felt so tired, so cold, it was so tempting.

The adrenaline, the emotional tool of the situation, has completely exhausted her.

She let it get the best of her, her eyes closed ever so slowly.. and everything got darker.

Steve bolted awake as someone was shaking him, he heard Dustin’s voice muffled pleas for him to wake, he was on high alert immediately, eyes and eyebrows widened, the teenager’s face wouldn’t help him realise what was happening so he turned to Nancy. 

  She was taping tightly blades to a strong piece of wood, “The sun hasn’t risen yet, I’ve seen some shadows move around, they have torches. We need to get ready to move and fast.” 

  “I don’t understand- it’s people, they could-” 

  “I’ve been watching them, I heard screams, guns, they’re attracting the creatures our way, I don’t know how or who they are but they seem to know that they’re afraid of fire. Steve, get up. We need to move, as quickly as possible.”

  He didn’t need to be told twice, he quickly gathered his stuff, grabbed his makeshift spear, and made sure to strap the backpack on his shoulders, they exited through the back door, Nancy opening the walk, Dustin in the middle with his crutches and Steve closing the walk.

Both young adults had spears in their hands, cautious on their way to leave, too aware that they couldn’t see much, they had to play their luck, use their unknown opponents’ torches like a compass, know where they are and avoid it. 

A thought came into Steve’s head when he made out the shadow of what seemed to be riffles, they were seriously under equipped, he had imagined that some people would probably survive, just like they have, but he certainly didn’t imagine that they would be so prepared, so easily and rapidly armed to the teeth. 

  He wished they had better equipment and fighting gear to defend themselves, gosh, she was so right, but the harsh reality was that they didn’t, they had to survive with barely anything.. but what if—? No. 

  He stopped himself before exploring further his train of thoughts.. he didn’t like where it led him, even if he wondered if and when he would cross the line he was so hesitant to cross. He knows he’ll do it if it comes to it, but has it really come to that? Have the remaining people simply just lost any common sense and were ready to turn against themselves? 

  Killing those demobats and demodogs meant barely nothing compared to humans.. it really is the end of the World, isn’t it? 

  They were too slow, Dustin had trouble manoeuvring his crutches in the dark, a single moment of inadvertence —blindness would be more adequate— with no moonlight, no streetlight, only that goddammit light of that torch was useful to them but also because he stepped on broken glass and the sound of crutches on glass wasn’t, at all, discreet. 

  They tried to retreat quickly, Steve grabbed the crutches, with one hand around his waist, helped him walk faster, they rushed into the forest, Nancy could recognise someone she saw in The War Zone, someone who probably participated in the witch hunt against Eddie. 

  And then it struck. 

  Were they still hunting him? Venging Jason’s death? Did they have any idea of what was really happening or weren’t they just opportunists taking advantage of the situation? 

  Gunshots fired in their way as the three young adults ran as fast as they could through the forest, hunters quick on their footsteps, they weren’t afraid of using their guns, bits of trees shot off, their aim wasn’t precise at all, but it worked perfectly to install fear in their system, Dustin couldn’t really feel his ankle hurting with the adrenaline. 

Soon enough, they heard demobats shrieks piercing through the night, and surely, the following scream was enough to make Nancy’s blood run cold.  

She could recognise that shriek anywhere since she heard it back in the Upside Down, the first time she went there looking for Barbara. 

  Everyone’s footsteps halted abruptly, clearly unexpecting to hear such a strident sound. It was barely noticeable, everyone was so stunned, but Steve and Nancy shared a glance, a grave look plastered on her face. 

Eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes widened, her hands trembling. She felt the muscles in her body starting to tense, her body what it was, its response was almost automatic. 

As for the others, pure terror was setting in their bodies as seconds passed and the echo of the scream travelled through the woods. 

They were absolutely petrified on the spot. 

  It seemed like Steve and Nancy understood each other with only a glance, they began running, hoping they would take some advance on their opponents, the thing is, some of them were so afraid, they hesitated on following them, they watched a few running away, trying to catch the young adults, Eddie’s followers, as they enjoyed shouting confidently. 

The others weren’t as.. audacious, glaring at each other uncomfortably, not exactly knowing if they could —or should— give in to panic, or follow them, was it worth it dying for ?

  They received a reality check quickly as they heard hurried steps coming their way, and not from the same direction as the others, another scream, much closer than anticipated. They broke apart, gave in to fear, their flight response sent them away but the demogorgon was fast, it arrived on them like a bowling ball, getting its fun out of them in no time. 

  Leaving them bleeding to death on the cold soil, with no hope, the awareness of dying a terrible and agonising death and not being able to do anything but feel their heartbeats spiking then lowering, the temperature dropping suddenly, their fingers and toes, then the pins and needles in their arms and legs. 

Fighting that tiredness, that adrenaline trying to numb them into nothingness. 

Until there was nothing they could do but get lured into the void. 

Nancy had a plan —okay, no, scratch that, the start of a plan, just that— with absolutely zero guarantee that it would work or that any of them would come out of it alive. Having some kind of advance on their opponents, she hoped to find some kind of crevasse or hidden spot to hide into, she felt the tiniest bit of hope once she caught a glimpse of what seemed to be the rocks near Lovers’ Lake. 

  She grabbed Steve’s arm and made the three of them turn right to hide in a tall and tight crevasse near Skull Rock, Dustin was the one who got there first, then Steve and Nancy. 

“I have an idea,” she started, amid catching her breath, her eyes closed momentarily, all struggling to take big breaths.

  “They were able to light torches, that means they have activation energy and combustibles. We could take it from them. Demogorgons are terrified of fire, it likes it cold, remember?” 

“How? They have guns, there’s more of them, based on that scenario we’re losing,” Dustin complained, taking his crutches from Steve, who replied back, “Not necessarily, we have the element of surprise,” holding the spear firmer in his hand, shooting a glance at Nancy.

  Footsteps quickly alerted them that they weren’t the only one near Skull Rock, based on the noise and the number of feet, it wasn’t the demogorgon yet, so they still had time before it arrived, Steve and Nancy both were holding onto their spear, deep into the crevasse. 

  They arrived, using only the lighter as a form of light which was an advantage because it illuminated less than the torch, there were less chances of being seen, they approached towards the entrance, and when two of them were closer, they rushed to them, wielding their spears at them. 

  The lighter fell and they realised there were four of those men, Steve had managed to stab one of them in the stomach, twisting the ‘blade’, giving him a shove away with his shoulder, he dodged a bullet and charged him. 

Nancy’s petite figure didn’t allow her to shove him the way Steve did, but she stabbed him multiple times. 

  Another scream, and there it was, they could hear the Demogorgon’s feet getting closer, Nancy rushed to grab the lighter and a piece of wood. She called for Steve as she ripped a piece of her shirt to tie it around the wood, and when she turned around she saw he was in trouble. The hurried footsteps were getting so close and next thing she knew, it was already there. 

Standing, a strident and paralysing scream left from its maw.

  Steve’s opponent let go of him as the Demogorgon stood on its back legs and charged at the two men in front of it. In some kind of blurry rush, Nancy tried to get closer to Steve and gripped his arm toward their hiding spot. 

She recalls hearing the man screaming to his death, but the creature wasn’t done, they tried to rush into the crevasse, deep into it, but it grabbed Steve’s ankle on its way in. 

He lost balance, fell on his front and was pulled towards the creature as Nancy and Dustin were screaming his name. She was trying her hardest to pull on Steve’s shoulder but she couldn’t match its strength. 

She had to let go; she focused on the piece of wood and tried to light it on fire. She knew it wouldn’t last that much as there wasn’t any oil or fuel on it but making a fire was urgent. 

  Fingers shaking she managed to light it and shoved the torch in front of the Demogorgon, it let go of Steve and at the same time as it took a step back from the fire, a massive shotgun pierced through the woods and the creature’s shoulder was a bit blown away by the recoil of the bullet hitting. 

  They didn’t know if it could get madder and more violent, and they honestly didn’t want to know, but whoever was firing those bullets, aimed perfectly, each bullet forced the Demogorgon to back away, until a lighted spear shot travelled to it and caught fire. 

It stopped rapidly as it seemed to have vanished, just like that night in ‘83 where Jonathan, Steve and Nancy burned one alive. 

  They knew it wasn’t dead as they heard its scream echo in the distance, a revengeful and menacing growl travelling in the woods, with a strong smell of blood and hot flesh, sending a gag through Steve as he was struggling to get back on his feet, painful pins and needles around the leg the creature had pulled so hard on. 

  He felt warmth on his calf, and now that he could think of it, a bit lightheaded. 

The world around him was spinning, and before he could say or do something, everything turned black in a matter of seconds, it stopped hurting, spinning.

  He couldn’t hear Nancy calling out for him to wake up, to not give up.

It felt so accessible, so easy, so… welcoming, what else could he do as he had lost all hope in his life? 

-> pt. seven

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Steddie Week Day 6: Misunderstandings

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Part two

If anyone were to ask Eddie if he kissed Steve, it didn’t happen. Because that’s what he’s decided. It didn’t happen. They didn’t go to a party to get drunk and feel like dumb teenagers again. They didn’t get overwhelmed by all of the noise and found an open bedroom to calm down in. And Steve totally didn’t lock the door. Eddie didn’t start going into a panic attack, causing Steve to help him calm down. After calming down, they didn’t have a meaningful conversation which caused them to get super close. Steve didn’t lean in, and Eddie didn’t kiss him back. 

Because it couldn’t have happened. At least it wasn’t supposed to. People like Steve weren’t supposed to kiss people like Eddie. It just wasn’t in the cards. And Eddie didn’t want to get his hopes just to get his heart broken when Steve realized that this was all one big mistake. 

Especially when it already did

Steve left the bedroom first, wanting to make sure they went out separately to look like they weren’t doing anything. Eddie followed a few minutes later, wandering around the party looking for his friends. He spotted Steve and Nancy not too long after, heart dropping when he saw what was in front of him. 

As much as Steve claimed that he was over Nancy, it certainly didn’t look like it. He looked at Nancy with love, wrapping her up in his arms, kissing her forehead when they pulled apart. Eddie didn’t need to see much more when he saw Nancy reciprocate the look. 

So he left, ran away like he always does, pushing away all the feelings he was just starting to let out back in the box they came from. Because Steve didn’t like Eddie, it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. Eddie would have to pretend like it didn’t happen if he was going to get over it. 

He had to. This harboring crush on Steve had gone on for too long already, especially when he knew Steve was straight. Thought Steve was straight. After that night, Eddie was ready to rethink everything, because there was no way Steve kissed him like that and didn’t mean it. But after seeing what happened afterward, there was no way in hell Steve meant it. 

So, Eddie was avoiding him. Not willing to face the rejection that a sober Steve would give him. Tell him that it was a mistake and that he’s back with Nancy. Honestly, he’s been waiting for it ever since she and Jonathan called it off. It had been months and Steve still hadn’t made a move, it was an appropriate time now for it to happen. He just wished he hadn’t gone and fucked himself over in the process. 

Eddie’s been moping in his room for a week now, only emerging to grab something to eat and use the bathroom when he couldn’t ignore the urge anymore. It wasn’t worth leaving, the risk of seeing Steve was too great. He’d heard the other pulling up to the trailer a few times since the party, trying to get Eddie to open the door, saying he wants to talk. But Wayne was always there to shoo him away, tell him that Eddie didn’t want to see him. He only hoped that after all of this, Steve still wanted to see him. 

There is a small knock on Eddie’s door, Wayne poking his head in. “Hey, there’s someone here for you.”

“Tell him I don’t want to see him,” Eddie grumbles from his pile of blankets.

“If it was him, he’d already be gone,” Wayne concludes, the disdain for Steve riddles in his gruff voice. “It’s his friend, the energetic one.”

Eddie scoffs. “You have to be more specific than that.”

“The girl. R something.”

“Tell her I don’t want to see her either.”

Wayne sighs. “It may be too late for that one, she’s already in the house.”

Eddie sits up, glaring at his uncle. “Why did you let her in?”

“I didn’t, she just came in. Nice girl, but very insistent. Might do you some good talking to her, can’t have you all locked up away in here forever.”

“Fine,” Eddie groans. “Let her in.”

Wayne nods, leaving the door open while he goes to get Robin. She bursts through the door almost immediately, energy bouncing off of her as she flails around with excitement. “You will never guess what happened?” She exclaims while shutting the door. 

Eddie says a silent thank you that this isn’t a lecture. “And what would that be, Buckley.”

“Nancy and I were hanging out yesterday and it was like totally normal and all. But then she got really serious about stuff and talked about her future and what she wants with it. And the next thing I know,” she plops herself down on the bed, leaning forward on her arms to stop them from moving around, “she kisses me,” she squeals. 

As happy as he wants to be for his friend, pain fills his heart knowing that he has to break the news. He can’t let her get strung along by Nancy like he was with Steve. “Robin, there’s something you should know.”

Her face falls immediately. “Is something wrong?”

“I saw Steve and Nancy at the party last week. Looked like they were back together.”

“What do you mean?” she asks concerned. 

Eddie sighs and rubs his face. “Steve pulled her into a hug and then kissed her forehead. They both looked like they were half in love again.”

Robin’s face lights up with realization. “Wait, you don’t know.”

“Know what.”

“Some creepy guy was following Nance around at the party. She ran up to Steve for cover and they acted like they were together again so he would leave her alone. They’re not actually back together. He’s into someone else now,” she wiggles her eyebrows at Eddie. 

Eddie’s face falls as he starts to panic. “Oh, I fucked up.”

“What?”

“Steve and I kissed that night.” Robin’s eyes go wide while Eddie nods in confirmation. “We kissed and then I saw them and I haven’t talked to him since. Oh shit. He’s gotta hate me. Fuck.”

Robin slaps his arm. “Why would you do that? He’s been moping around all week. I thought his parents were finally back in town. I didn’t know it was because of you.”

“I thought he was back with Nancy, so I was trying to get over my massive crush on him before getting rejected.”

“Like he would reject you. Steve has been pining after you for months now. It’s all I can hear about and I’m sick of it.”

“Months,” Eddie yells. All this time of liking him and they could have done all of this a lot sooner. “I gotta make this right. How do I do this?” 

Robin shrugs. “I don’t know. Unlike you, when people kiss me, I tend to not avoid them for a week.”

He gives her a blank stare. “Tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing in my position.”

“Ugh, you’re right.” Robin reaches out and covers his shaking hand. “Hey, just talk to him. I’m sure he’ll understand, somewhat. He might hate you, just a little bit.”

“Yeah, talk to him. What could go wrong?” Eddie swallows the lump in his throat, mind racing with what to do. 

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