#stranger things confession

[tea-time-with-london]

It was not Steve's fault at all that st*ncy ended. Him trying to get her not to tell barbs parents was literally him trying not to break an NDA that could've gotten her and other people killed. Him trying to get her to go to the party was an attempt to get her to loosen up and stop worrying about it, so that she would break the NDA and get people killed. Steve was not a shitty boyfriend.

Confession #70

Before I answer this, y'all don't have to like...censor ship names with the * on my blog LOL it's okay to type them out.

Okay so...personal opinion...neither Steve nor Nancy were solely responsible for the break up. I don't believe it's fair to place a break up on one person's shoulders. These are two teenagers, who tried to navigate a relationship, while also being exposed to supernatural forces, death, trauma, etc. The blame for their relationship ending is not placed on just one person's shoulders. They're just kids.

Diagnostically, Nancy has PTSD. She meets the criteria for it. This 16 year old was traumatized by her friend's death, and wanting to investigate, to find answers, is quite literally how she attempted to cope with Barb's death. We can make the argument that she had tunnel vision, and the only thing she was focused on was getting justice for Barb, even if that meant breaking the NDA. And sure...maybe she wasn't totally thinking about how breaking the NDA could potentially harm other people...but Nancy knew something was up with the government and Barb's death. Nancy Wheeler, in her own way, wants to make the world a better place, and that includes getting justice no matter the cost.

Steve was exposed to these things, too. Maybe not to the extent Nancy was, but still. The way he copes is by using distraction techniques. This isn't something that can work for Nancy because she is, by nature, a very investigative and answer driven person. She cannot afford to use distraction techniques, like a Halloween party, to cope with her friend's death. This is Steve's coping skill, and that's not a bad thing. They had been working on their costumes, so clearly they were both at one point excited to attend the party, so Steve talking about the party wasn't out of malice, and it wasn't him trying to be dismissive of Nancy even if it could have come across that way. It was him trying to get Nancy to use his coping skill, not knowing that she needed something different. She wanted him to take action with her.

Steve and Nancy, not purposely and not maliciously, hurt each other. There is no 'one is more wrong than the other'. Steve and Nancy got together at a time in their lives where they, unfortunately, could not give the other person what they needed. Nancy could not give Steve the reassurance he needed, and Steve could not give Nancy the action she needed. That is so heartbreaking to think about, given what they've gone through. Steve and Nancy deserve grace and compassion, not blame. If all of us were in their position, we wouldn't want people to blame us. We'd want compassion and understanding.

All in all, they both needed to understand each other more. They both needed to grow, respectively. The one thing I love about season 4 is how you can see their growth. The audience can see Steve becoming more emotionally vulnerable, wanting to take part in the action that Nancy needed in the first place (volunteering to go with Nancy to the library, being the first one to jump in the lake). I believe in season 5 we will see Nancy start to come to terms with her trauma, and realize that it wasn't Steve's fault, or her's, for Barb's death. And there's where the reassurance piece comes into play, with Nancy reassuring Steve that neither one of them were to blame.

I'm curious to see where the Duffers take them in season 5. I'm curious to see the...what did Robin call it? "The rekindling of two flames who never should have been snuffed out." Maybe Steve and Nancy's flames needed to be snuffed out in the beginning, only to be relit and burn brighter in the end.

[strawnger]

i just think that eddie gives the weirdest compliments & steve has a huge embarrassing crush on him

eddie: i want to remove your brain and keep it in a jar.... make a soup from all your thoughts...

steve, blushing: oh uh. you do?

eddie: yes but first i'd poke your brain with sticks. see what happens.

[donttellunclesam]

this a @steddieexchange gift for @soaringornithopter !! Happy holidays, my friend! I had a blast planning this fluffy comic for you. I hope you enjoy it!! 🥰💜

[dragonmama76]

Eddie's head is spinning. He hasn't smoked in days otherwise he would swear he was high as a kite right now. Steve is kissing him and his scent is all around him enveloping him in a haze and Eddie doesn't entirely know what is happening. He fights his way clear to check in, "You want this? With me? This is real?" Steve nuzzles behind Eddie's ear and murmurs, "Yeah, man....of course...it doesn't...it doesn't have mean anything if..."

"Stop" Eddie's voice is somewhere between a whisper and whimper as he pulls back and puts space he doesn't want between them. His eyes burn as tears threaten to form. Fuck, what is he doing? He knows it's stupid. He has yearned to be here in Steve's embrace for so goddamn long and he knows he should just go with it before he loses his chance, but he can't. Almost dying has changed him into a person who can't bear to let important things go unsaid. This is it. This is his moment. No time to roll for initiative or do a charisma check.

Steve is breathing hard, looking lost and Eddie gets momentarily distracted by his beauty, but he has to continue, has to say it before the moment is gone forever. "It does. I'm sorry baby if this is too much, but I want this so much and it does have to mean something." Steve's eyes widen and Eddie forces himself to keep going, nausea roiling in his gut, "For me it would mean everything. Everything. So if that's not what you want, if you're not there then.....it's no. I'm sorry. Just....I can't." Eddie's eyes are pleading for Steve to understand. He hates this. Hates Robin for teaching him about having healthy boundaries. Hates himself for taking it seriously. Hates his stupid messed up heart. He breaks away, looking away from what he imagines is Steve's disdain. Disgust. He almost misses it when Steve huffs out a breath and says, "Okay."

Steve takes Eddie's face in his hands. Lifts his chin and tilts his head so gently. "Okay?" Eddie repeats lost in whatever is happening. Steve strokes his cheeks so gently as he clarifies, "Okay. It's everything for me too." And Eddie isn't even ashamed of the sob that wrenches out from deep in his chest as their mouths crash together and the world melts away.

Found this in my wip folder. I have no idea what it was supposed to be, so I guess it's just this. Enjoy.

[blushweddinggowns]

I'm all for the angsty overhearing a conversation trope where it's all sad because of a misunderstanding. But I also love the opposite. Overhearing a conversation where the other person is just singing their praises. Especially with Steve and Eddie.

Like Steve being very aware that he likes Eddie, but way too afraid of rejection to actually do anything about it. So he just pines away, and gets closer and closer to him with the full expectation of it never going anywhere. Until one day, he comes to pick Dustin up from Hellfire too early, and he can hear everyone talking through the door. About him. But mostly it's Eddie, his loud voice carrying across the room. And he's just raving about him, and somehow managing to bring him up in conversations that have nothing to do with him.

Do you remember that time Steve saved my life by shoving my guts back into my body? Yeah, that's the level of skill and luck you're going to need to survive this.

Did you guys know that Steve actually gave me this background music? He's weirdly knowledgeable about classical stuff. Isn't that cool? He's so smart and-oh, yeah, the merchant agrees to the deal.

So uh, is Steve maybe seeing anyone? He isn't right? Like he would tell me if he was, wouldn't he?

And he doesn't give a single fuck at the collective groaning of the group whenever he gets going, never failing to pull out the I almost Died saving the world with you card to get them to shut up. And by the time it actually ends, Steve is a glowing, blushing mess who can't stop smiling.

Or the other way around. With Eddie full on assuming he has 0 shot because Steve's, Steve.

The golden boy who could obviously never be into him like that, or any other guy for that matter. So he doesn't do anything about his feelings, he just hangs out with him more and more and falls for him more and more, waiting for the inevitable day when he gets a girlfriend and his fantasies could finally die. Except one day, he spends the night at Steve's, but he isn't in bed when he wakes up. He goes to find him, just to hear him downstairs loudly talking to Robin. Because neither of them know the concept of inside voices when they're together. And he waits at the top, listening in just for the fuck of it, but mostly because he doesn't want to interrupt.

"I just feel like bed sharing the way you guys do is gay as hell," Robin sighed, "Especially at your age. Also, should we even be talking about this with him in the house?"

And before Eddie has time to freak out over that and the possibility he's gotten caught with his feelings, Steve is already answering, "I know right? And don't worry about it, he sleeps like the dead. But I don't know what to do about it. He still hasn't done anything. Am I just reading this whole thing wrong?"

"Well you could try making the first move instead of trying to trick him into doing it," Robin tried.

"And ruin our friendship incase I'm wrong? Yeah, no. Besides, I go like, full dumbass around him when I'm nervous. He's too hot. I'd probably walk into a wall in the middle of professing my undying love."

"Yeah," Robin sighed, "You probably would."

And Eddie is just having a moment upstairs. A full on I think I may have to jump for joy moment. Or even, I think I'm five seconds away from squealing like a teenage girl moment.

Yeah, I like that shit.

[steddieas-shegoes]

if you look deep enough into steve’s eyes, the colors start to shift from a medium-brown to light, almost golden, like his hair in the summer, like his skin when it’s wet.

eddie finds himself noticing these things more often as the year after vecna passes. on the anniversary of nearly dying, eddie thinks he’s noticed everything about steve.

but then steve shows up at his door after dropping the kids off at their respective homes, a smile on his face, and something mysterious in his eyes. something that distracts eddie from the golden specks the reflect off his porch light. something that only eddie really gets to see.

“wanna take a ride?”

“where you taking me, big boy?”

steve blushes, a soft pink that would be warm to the touch if eddie was brave enough to reach out.

“it’s a surprise.”

eddie trusts steve, so he gets in his car and doesn’t ask anymore questions.

steve talks about something dustin did on the way, complaining with a fondness only steve could have for the kid.

it hits eddie as steve pulls onto a side road.

the field.

the wildflowers bloomed early this year, and eddie had mentioned recently that he would like to make new memories in a place where he was facing death or prison exactly one year ago.

he didn’t think anyone was listening, but apparently steve was.

steve parks the car and eddie doesn’t think he can look at him yet. he thinks he’s gonna cry. he thinks he’s so deeply in love with this man that he may never experience anything like it again.

it’s dark, but the moon is bright. there’s still a light chill in the air, but eddie’s still wearing his leather jacket from hellfire earlier, so he barely feels it.

they walk together through the field, close enough that their hands brush, but still more distance between them than eddie wants. he’s surrounded by beauty: the flowers, the stars, steve.

he stops when steve does.

they both look up at the stars for a few minutes, silent so they can hear the crickets and their own heartbeats.

“a year ago, when i almost lost you, i thought about all the things i didn’t get to do or say or know about you. i was angry for a long time.” steve turns to eddie, giving him a sad smile. “it wasn’t fair that you had to go through all of that and i couldn’t do anything. the doctors weren’t doing enough, and the cops weren’t doing enough, and no one understood how important it was that they fix it.”

eddie’s watching him, baffled. he’s not sure where this is going and he’s worried that his own feelings may be clouding his vision.

“i couldn’t make your pain go away. i couldn’t make it easier. i couldn’t help you walk again or play guitar. i just had to watch.”

eddie feels a tug in his stomach, a pull that leaves him breathless.

“but i watched. and i saw every side of you. and i don’t think i’ll say this right, but i practiced with robin and she thinks i did good.” steve breathes in and turns to face eddie completely. “i learned a side of me that i didn’t know about while i watched you. i learned that love looks different than what i always thought. and i learned that because of you.”

“because of…me?” eddie’s trying not to get his hopes up, but he’s pretty sure they’re higher than ever.

“because you love so loudly. everyone you love knows it and you aren’t scared that they’ll run away. it’s probably because it’s impossible not to love you.”

eddie thinks he actually is experiencing some kind of post-death dream. maybe he got too high in his room and steve never even showed up at his door.

“eddie? did you hear me?”

eddie focuses on steve’s look of concern, on the golden specks in his eyes that the moonlight makes shimmer.

“i don’t know?”

“i said i love you.”

“oh. then, no, i didn’t.”

steve’s face falls and eddie realizes a second too late that his response to steve saying he loves him wasn’t the exact thing he’d been holding back for at least six months now.

“i just thought you should know. um. so i guess i can wait in the car if you wanna stay a bit longer-“

eddie is only staying in this field if steve is with him, so he wraps his arms around steve’s shoulders and hugs him harder than is probably safe.

“i love you. sorry i’m a dumbass and didn’t say it the second you did. i was trying to convince myself this was real life.”

steve laughs against his ear and eddie’s pretty sure they belong like this.

“why now?” eddie asks as he pulls away.

“because i told myself if you didn’t do it by today, i would.”

“how long have you been waiting on me?”

steve lets out a breath. “eight months give or take.”

“that is…much longer than i would’ve expected.”

“yeah, well, imagine being the one waiting.”

eddie smiles at steve, and steve smiles back, and eddie notices a new thing.

steve harrington’s got a crooked tooth. an imperfection to some, a sign of being human to eddie.

“what’s that face for?” steve asks.

“you’re perfect, stevie.”

they kiss in the field where eddie was saying goodbyes a year ago. they look at stars in a clear sky while holding hands and talking about what their future might look like. steve’s head rests in eddie’s lap while eddie traces steve’s lips with his finger, memorizing the curl of his lips when he smiles and the feel of the vibrations when he hums a song eddie doesn’t recognize.

steve picks flowers, and eddie makes a crown, and they both say i love you in a million ways.

they walk along the edges of the field, where the rv was parked while they prepared for the worst. eddie shivers at the memories, but steve kisses his shoulder and the back of his hand and he shivers at that instead.

they ride back, and eddie sings along to whatever songs play on the radio, even if he messes up the words. steve laughs and it’s better than any music they could listen to.

they kiss on eddie’s porch, surrounded by darkness because no one turned on the outside light. it’s so late, no one would see them anyway.

steve stays at eddie’s, but wayne’s home, so they’re quiet and keep their hands above the waist even though they so desperately want to touch, and kiss, and bite every inch of each other.

they still get carried away, which doesn’t surprise eddie at all. what does surprise eddie is how quickly steve sits in his lap, rutting against his stomach and biting back moans and whimpers and eddie laces their fingers together and squeezes, meeting each thrust with his own. neither of them last long, coming in their pants like virgins. they laugh, but they kiss through it, teeth clacking as they gasp for breath.

they take turns in the bathroom in case wayne wakes up. steve comes back into eddie’s room without a shirt and hair slightly damp. eddie feels his heartbeat quicken as steve hops into bed next to him.

they sleep with steve curled against eddie’s chest, eddie’s arms around his back, sweaty but content.

content and happy.

and when the sun rises the next morning, eddie wakes first and notices another new thing about steve: he drools in his sleep.

[krazieka2]

I've played the Fire Emblem Husbando Dating Simulator Games

[miwiromantics]

I’m so hilarious…

[butterflysonnets]

14 year old mike wheeler, monologuing to eleven: i knew from the moment i met you that i loved you

12 year old mike wheeler, the moment he met eleven: crawl out my window and go knock on my house's door so my mom calls child services on you and you can go back to pennhurst asylum or whatever because i'm way too busy — wait did you say you know about will? where is he? is he okay? you can live in my closet if you help me find him

[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

i don't want the confession to be easy dude

i want messy sobbing in the middle of the end of the world. with hawkins crumbling around them and them clinging to each other, bloody and desperate for the most important person in their lives to understand. I want the first kiss to be on the battle field with the dust from the ud falling around them and the screams of the demagorgans in the background with the stupid capitalized L love song in the background. the desperate 'please don't leave me, i can't live without you'

i want to be DEVASTATED

[jumpedthenfell-13]

NEED more ronance fics where Nancy realizes she likes Robin and thinks Robin likes her back and goes. Well. I need to make her confess first

And so she starts subtly trying to flirt with Robin every chance she gets. Touches that last a little longer than necessary, lingering gazes, giving Robin her jacket after dragging her outside during winter, shifting just a little too close and pretending not to notice.

And Nancy’s got it BAD. She makes little homemade gifts for Robin and thinks about how she never did this for Steve or Jonathan. She screams the moment she pulls Jonathan aside because Robin just. Won’t confess???

Jonathan, desperate for this to end, mentions it to Steve who’s just like yeah Robin likes her back and it’s INFURIATING

And the whole time Robin is absolutely clueless. Fully convinced that everything Nancy is doing is actually completely platonic, meanwhile Nancy tried to kiss her last week

[tea-time-with-london]

For Byler to happen in s5, the build-up on Mike's part should have also started in s4 and not him ending the season with a declaration of love for his girlfriend. (Even if you argue he wasn't genuine, which makes it kinda fucked up tbh, El still thinks Mike loves her.) Because for the ship to make sense, the Mileven breakup needs to be handled gracefully. (Aka not like Stancy and Byler shouldn't start like Jancy).

El is still our main girl and deserves to be treated with respect here. Making Mike emotionally cheat on her with her own brother is just wrong and cruel. Not to forget, Will also loves El. If you think he would intentionally hurt her and just get with her ex, you don't understand his character. Like for him family is everything, friendship is everything. It would kill him to hurt her. And Mike wouldn't want to intentionally hurt El as well. There is such a messiness that comes along with Byler, I fear the show doesn't have much time to handle it with care.

I'm a sucker for friends to lover, but because they set up Mileven and both Mike and Will care about El deeply, I just don't think Byler is worth jeopardizing all of it? Like Mileven is cute, idc, it doesn't mean they're endgame forever they're 14, but making Will date Mike shortly after is going to hurt El. And don't pretend El would be okay and happy she clearly loves Mike and it would devaste her, plus in s2 we can see her jealous side she doesn't play around. In the end, because all three characters are so interwoven, nobody would be truly happy. Will wouldn't be elated because of El, El would be unhappy because her brother betrayed her, and Mike would hate himself for destroying the WillEl sibling bond.

For me, Will's happy end is coming out to his friends and being accepted by them. Idk about Mike if he actually has feelings for guys. It's vague, but he also should live his true self. And for El, I just want her to be happy and alive and that she gets to experience all the things she wants.

Confession #108

I agree. I definitely think Will's happy ending would be accepting himself and coming out to his best friends, who also would accept and love him, too. I truly think that's where the story is going. I could be wrong, but I just can't see how Mike and Will getting together wouldn't be a messy situation for everyone. Like you said, everyone gets hurt in the end. I also don't think Mike likes Will. I think a lot of his actions and expressions have relayed that he knows Will likes him, but he doesn't reciprocate those feelings and just has no idea how to really start that conversation. If the writers wanted to make Byler endgame, they would have set it up better, number one, and number two, long before season five. You don't have Mike confess his love for El in season 4 if you're going to make Byler endgame in season 5. They would have continued separating El and Mike to build Mike and Will's bond. Except...the writers did the total opposite and brought El and Mike closer together. I don't really see how you can make a solid Byler endgame that the audience would be fans of. Realistically, the GA would be lost and confused because it would seem almost out of the blue.

[teambyler]

Love conquers hate in Stranger Things, and what this proves about Mike's "love confession" (Byler analysis)

Stranger Things established that El could unlock her power if she could tap into a memory that makes her angry:

Henry/001 teaches this to a young El, because this is how he taps into his own power:

The show then establishes that a very young El could overpower Henry/001 himself because she taps a memory of LOVE from her mother. Her memory of love overpowers Henry/001's thoughts of hate:

So in the s4 finale, by the RULES THE SHOW ESTABLISHES, shouldn't THIS have helped El overpower Vecna?

But it didn't.

Instead, what gave El the power to break out of the vines was the sight of Max about to be killed and Mike urging her to "fight!" When El broke out, she let out of a scream of RAGE:

When you rewatch the scene, you'll see that the TURNING POINT when Mike's words started to reach her was when he stopped talking about his love and urged her to "fight."

El broke out of the vines by tapping into her "lesser" power: her anger and rage. Her greater power is when she taps into love. But by the rules the show establishes, Mike's "love confession" HAD to have been enough to help her break out of the vines.

So we HAVE to conclude: El didn't feel love from Mike's confession. He loves her at least platonically, but his words didn't cohere with what El knows and feels to be true about Mike from earlier in the season.

We now understand why El was "barely talking" to Mike at the end of the season. The exact thing El had pleaded Mike to do -- say that he loved her -- did not right their relationship. She seems to have moved on. Unlike what some Milevens hope and believe, words by themselves do not a relationship make.

Season 5 will be about Mike realizing that he felt love and confessed his love to the person Will talked about in the van, which was Will.

-teambyler

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Eddie shoved Steve into the nearest tree, cornering him there. "Say that again," he threatened, his arm already pinning Steve's chest down. "I fucking dare you."

Steve furrowed his brows and swallowed slowly. "All I said was that I liked you. Please, can we talk about this? If I got the wrong signals-"

"Wrongs signals?" Eddie laughed. He released Steve. "This is a joke, right? An attempt at friendship?"

Steve shook his head. "No. I like you, Eddie," he said quietly. "Ever since you put that bottle to my throat, something in me flared up."

Eddie scoffed. "Being turned on isn't liking someone. You are King Steve. Clearly you know love." He started walking away, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and keeping his head low.

Steve felt helpless. "It's not just...me being turned on," he said, following Eddie. The older man didn't say anything, so Steve grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. "It's about the way you treat the kids, and talk to Nance and Robin. It's how you express yourself without giving a damn about what others think. I admire that about you."

Eddie raised an eyebrow, expecting more, but when none came, he shrugged Steve off him and kept walking. "We don't even get along."

Steve didn't try to follow this time. If Eddie didn't want him then he shouldn't force something onto him.

"Harrington," Eddie said, whipping around, walking backwards, "your attempts are nice, you have a fine ass, your face is cute, and I really love how Dustin looks up to you, but I don't want you to be disappointed in this," he motioned to himself and stopped walking.

"Why would I be disappointed?"

"Uh, first, I'm not a chick," Eddie said, making his way back to Steve. "Second, I'm not into cutesy stuff. Third, the world isn't made for people like us- it'd only put you in harm. You still have a life ahead of you. You don't need to ruin it with some scrappy drug dealing freak."

Steve reached out and took his hand. "You are not a freak." Eddie glanced up and they made eye contact. "And if I want to ruin my life, then alright, at least I'll be doing it with someone I like."

Eddie used his free hand to fidget with a pin on his jacket. He suddenly felt very warm. "Oh," was all he let out, but his mind was racing.

Steve raised his other hand up to Eddie's collar. "I still have your vest, you know. It helps me get through nightmares."

"Yeah?"

Steve nodded before letting go of Eddie's hand. "I like you, Eddie. And it's not just me being turned on when you hold glass to my neck- it's also about the emotions you make me feel when I see you helping people and enjoying your hobbies and expressing yourself."

Eddie couldn't hide it anymore. "The emotions you make me feel also make me know that I like you," he said quietly. "I tried to stop the feeling, shove them down, but it didn't work. I really don't want to drag you down with me, Steve," he pleaded.

Steve crossed his arms. "You're not dragging me down. I'm already down. I just want someone to help me up again." He offered his hand out to Eddie. "Will you help me get there again?"

Eddie nodded without thinking. "Only if you help me," and he took his hand, shaking it. "We'll help each other get back up again, okay?"

"Of course," Steve agreed.

[steddieas-shegoes]

liquor talks

for @steddie-week prompt 'drunken confessions'

rated m | 875 words | cw: implied sexual content, alcohol | tags: love confessions, mutual pining, getting together, first kiss

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Two shots didn’t usually do him in, but the room was spinning and his mouth was running like he’d had a whole bottle of vodka. At least everyone else seemed to be on his level.

Except Nancy. She didn’t drink much anymore, so she was usually the babysitter when they all got together.

He could feel her eyes on him now as he danced with Robin, spinning her in circles while they both giggled and nearly tripped over their own feet.

What had he even drank?

“Robbie!” Steve stopped her spin and held her face in his hands. “I didn’t eat lunch!”

“Me either!” She yelled before spinning again.

Steve giggled as he stepped back and watched her for a moment.

The back door opened and closed and Eddie slipped inside, the cool night air wafting off of him as he sat down in the chair behind Steve.

Steve was hot. He should cool off.

He sat down in Eddie’s lap and sighed with relief, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Eddie’s hands were resting on the arms of the chair, his legs tense under Steve’s.

“You feel nice,” Steve said, relaxing completely against him, curling into a ball in Eddie’s lap. “Good.”

“I was only outside for 15 minutes. How’d you drink so much already, Stevie?” One of Eddie’s hands rested on Steve’s calf, thumb rubbing along the seam of his jeans.

“Only had two!” Steve held up two fingers, then tapped them against Eddie’s cheek. “You were gone forever. Missed you.”

“You were dancing with birdie. You barely even noticed I was gone,” Eddie laughed. “Think you need some water.”

“I didn’t eat lunch,” Steve groaned. “Should eat lunch.”

“A little late for lunch, but I can get you a snack if you’re hungry.”

Steve shook his head, but felt dizzy and had no choice but to let it fall to Eddie’s shoulder.

He turned his face into Eddie’s shirt, breathing in the smell of his cologne mixed with the weed he’d just smoked outside. He was warming up now that he was inside and had Steve sitting on him, but Steve didn’t want to get up.

“Could sit here forever.” Steve closed his eyes as he mumbled against Eddie’s skin.

“Might have to get up eventually,” Eddie said quietly back.

“Don’t wanna. Perfect right here,” Steve slurred.

“C’mon, Steve. You’re drunk. You should get some water and lay down.”

But Steve didn’t want to do that. Well, maybe he wanted to lay down a little bit. But only if Eddie came with him.

“Wanna lay with you.”

“Alright! Time for sleep!” Nancy said next to him, tugging on his arm to try to make him stand up.

“No.” Steve burrowed further into Eddie, pulling his arm towards his chest. “Sleepin’ here.”

Eddie must have brushed her off because they were alone again a few moments later and most of the noise of the room seemed far away. Steve snuggled against Eddie, smiling to himself when Eddie’s arms wrapped around him and held him tighter.

“You can sleep for a bit. I got you.” Eddie’s voice was quiet, only for Steve to hear.

“Mkay. Love you,” Steve muttered, just loud enough for Eddie to hear.

But before Eddie could respond, he was asleep.

****

When Steve woke up, he was tucked into his own bed, drooling on his pillow.

He didn’t see any sunlight through his window, so he must’ve only been asleep a few hours.

He was alone and he was thirsty.

His bedroom door opened and he turned his head to see if Robin was finally joining him.

“Shit, didn’t know you were awake. Just wanted to bring you some water before I head out,” Eddie said quietly, walking over to Steve’s side and holding out a glass of water. “Feeling okay?”

“Mhm. Still tired.”

“Yeah, I think you overdid it.” Eddie gave him a small smile to let him know he wasn’t judging him. “Go back to sleep, Stevie.”

“Like that,” Steve mumbled as he let his eyes close. Eddie’s hand brushed through his hair softly.

“What?” Eddie whispered.

“When you call me that. Feel special.”

“You are, Stevie.”

Steve opened his eyes to see Eddie looking down at him with furrowed brows, like he was trying to figure something out.

“I am?”

“You don’t remember, do you?” Now, Eddie sounded sad, and Steve never wanted Eddie to be sad.

“Remember what?”

“You told me you loved me earlier.”

“I do.”

“You do remember or you do love me?” Eddie asked.

“Yes.”

Eddie groaned. “Steve, which is it?”

“Both. I do love you and I do remember telling you.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m gonna say it again in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Cuz you don’t believe me.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“I just know you. Cuz I love you.”

When Eddie smiled, Steve couldn’t help letting out a relieved laugh. He’d been holding that back for so long, having it out in the open so easily was almost impossible to believe. Maybe he was having a vodka induced dream.

“I love you too. But you should get some more sleep.”

“Stay?”

“I’ll stay.”

“Love you in the mornin’ too.” Steve’s eyes slipped closed as Eddie’s weight made the bed dip beside him.

“Me too.”

[teabagboy]

I'd make some joke about s5 spoilers but i think ill just smash my head into the wall instead