insurance is still pending so idk what I'll have to pay, but i do know that we've met our deductible, and all that's left of our out-of-pocket max. is $2,437.30 so hopefully I won't have to pay any more than that
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Music isā¦fine. Itās good, even. You can dance to it, you can sing along, you can set the mood, but itās not, like, a passion.
Steve listens to whatās on. He likes Queen and Bowie and Madonna and Duran Duran and pretty much anything that gets air time on the radio. I mean, theyāre the experts, right? If anyone knows good music, itās probably the people who make money picking it out for other people.
But he can never tell Eddie that.
Itās too cute to watch him get himself worked up.
āYeah, I mean, Hal and Oats, man. Theyāre pretty hardcore. Private eyes, theyāre watching you.āĀ
Eddieās eye twitches to the beat of Steveās snapping. āHardcore,ā he grits out.
Steve hums and nods obliviously, turning back to the dishes he was in the middle of doing while Casey Casum counted down the American Top 40.
āHard. Core.ā Eddie is absolutely steaming. This is great. āHall and Oates.ā Steve wants to turn back and pinch Eddieās cheeks, but theyāre so close to the Full Munson Rant. He needs to be strong.
āYeah, I think they took a lot of risks. Out of Touch is divisive, you know? My parents hate it. That means it's good.ā
Tom Petty comes on at the perfect moment.
Three.
Eddieās shoulders pull back, puffing up like an offended kitten.
Two.
His arms stretch to the sides, ringed hands flexing like heās gearing up for a fight.
One.
āMuch like the aptly named singer of the lovely song we are currently being tortured with, the top 40 is just that, petty. Drol. Empty. āI wonāt back down.ā PLEASE. What is he even fighting for? He doesnāt even say, not a single leg to stand on. And donāt get me started on Daryl and John! They wouldnāt know good lyrics if theyā¦ā
Steve turns off the water. Eddie doesnāt notice as he turns around and watches, lost in his own self-righteousness. Whatever nonsense heās saying goes in one ear and out the other. Steve just likes to watch him work.
Eddieās lucky heās so damn cute, otherwise, he might even be a little offended.
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Steveās digging a hole.Ā
In fact, heās dug several ā they pockmark the grey, ugly dirt, like yawning mouths of endless darkness. Things chitter and scratch in some of them, and the sounds set his teeth on edge.Ā
But Steve canāt worry about that. Heās got a hole to dig.Ā
Should this be his priority when Vecnaās trying to crash their worlds together like a really bad game of dodgem cars?
Probably not.Ā
But again ā care factor zero.Ā
Because the plan is to make the Upside Down go boom, permanently. To light the fucker up, to ensure Vecna and the Mind Flayer canāt get a sixth go at this.Ā
But before they doā¦ Steve has to get him back. He canāt leave him there anymore. Itās been eating him alive, since the plan was made. Who cares if heās nothing more than bones, Steveās beyond worrying about that. Heās lived with the guilt ā his plan, his demand, without so many words, that a man who genuinely believed he had nothing to live for do whatever it took to keep Dustin safe ā every day since he died, and the thought of failing him one last timeā¦ Steve canāt live with it anymore.Ā
Eddie.Ā
Red lightning pierces the violet skies. The Upside Down version of Forest Hills creaks, and the only other sounds are Steve's huffs of exertion and his shovel hitting dirt over and over.Ā
Butā¦ but thereās still no Eddie. Steveās dug a dozen holes and thereās no Eddie and he doesnāt understand. He and Nancy had buried him shallowly, not wanting to just leave him, but knowing his body couldnāt be explained to anyone normal, and not wanting the government goons to take him away on the Rightside Up and never give him back ā or worse, give back some false horror, like they tried with Will.Ā
But Steve has dug and dug and dug, and thereās no trace of him.Ā
He throws his shovel down and he sits on the mound of dirt and buries his face in his hands. Tears come; hot tears of guilt and regret and grief, everything heās bottled up and pushed down for over a year. Since 1983, if heās being completely honest.Ā
Something rustles and air whooshes past him ā Steve jerks his head up, heart beating wildly, gaze searching, but he only sees the gloom and the long shadows amongst the weird dead trees.Ā
But then he looks downā¦ and thereās a Bopper, laying between his feet. Like an offering.Ā
āWhoās there?ā he calls, picking it up and standing. Stupid, he thinks. The whoās there person always dies in the movies.Ā
For a moment, everything is silent, but then Steve hears another rustle and he follows it to the edge of the treeline.Ā
āAnyone?ā he demands. He looks down at the Bopper on his hand. āThank you for this,ā he says, gentler.Ā Ā
The shadows rustle again. āItās okay,ā Steve beckons. Some buried instinct tells him everything is alright, that heās not calling to a demogorgon or something equally bitey.Ā
It melts out of the shadows like it was made of them ā like he was made of them. Steve sucks in a sharp breath. Hope flares dangerously.Ā
āEddie?ā he breathes.Ā
Eddie flinches back, thereās a flash of overly long incisors and the shadow of wings flaring out. Steve follows, reaching out, cupping Eddieās cheek with zero fear. Eddie doesnāt pull away, but he doesnāt move either, so Steve does ā he wraps Eddie in a fierce hug. Everything thatās felt so wrong for eighteen months finally feels corrected.Ā
"Plenty of touching on my end," Steve mumbled.
"Cheeky," Eddie teased. "We need to get out of our underwear before things get gross."
"Point."
Eddie rolled off of Steve long enough for both of them to wiggle out of their underwear, but then was right back snuggling against Steve's side.
Oh wel got all sorts of naughty under the cut *wink*
"Fuck."
"Not tonight, but we'll get there," Eddie replied with a grin before continuing on his exploration of Steve.
Eddie allowed his hands to roam freely from Steve's ass to his thighs then up to his chest, all the while kissing and sucking at Steve's skin.
"Eddie ā¦ oh Eddie ā¦"
Eddie grinned against Steve's skin as Steve gripped at Eddie's hair, tugging it even as he writhed under Eddie.
"What - oh Eddie - I - fuck!"
Eddie grunted as Steve tugged at Eddie's hair as he came, Eddie following shortly after.
"Fuck," Eddie grunted as he collapsed on top of Steve. "Couldn't tell you the last time I came untouched."
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"I know you do." Eddie ran his hands down Steve's sides, then around to explore Steve's ass. "Love your chest hair."
"Used to -" Steve gasped when Eddie licked one of his nipples. "Wax ā¦ in high school. For swim."
"A tragedy." Eddie licked Steve's nipples again and Steve whimpered.
"Dyed it once," Steve admitted. "Partner hated it was grey."
"Well they're an idiot," Eddie murmured. "You're perfect."
"So soft," Eddie whispered, nuzzling Steve's chest. "But yet so strong." Eddie's hands settled on Steve's sides and Steve felt his muscles clench.
"I ā I run," Steve whispered back. "Work out."
"Plenty of touching on my end," Steve mumbled.
"Cheeky," Eddie teased. "We need to get out of our underwear before things get gross."
"Point."
Eddie rolled off of Steve long enough for both of them to wiggle out of their underwear, but then was right back snuggling against Steve's side.
Steve to Eddie after they drift apart and Steve stays in Hawkins and ends up marrying a woman out of convenience, always haunted by what couldāve been.
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Every Drummer (gay porno mag) has had one quote written into its contents page since 1976: "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."
It was said by Henry David Thoreau, a famous naturalist and poet who wrote essays about and took part in the Transcendentalism movement, which happened in America in the mid-19th century. You don't care about this, nor do I.
But I do like the comedy of Eddie quoting this out of the blue, and one of the many intellectuals of the Party saying, "Ah, Henry David Thoreau," and Eddie turning to them and going, "Hm? Oh, is it?"
Thank you so much for the ask, love!!! šš¤š
This section actually comes right after the snippet I shared in my original WIP Weekend post here:
āFunny, that's just what his uncle said,ā Eddie shot Steve a wink. āNow, me personally? I don't think there's such a thing as too much time spent with dear old Eddie boy. Who could tire of his company, when he's so charming and handsome? Certainly not I, Steve Harrington.ā He placed a hand on his chest as if in deep sincerity.Ā
Thank you so much for the ask, love!!! š¤šš¤
Continuing from this snippet:
ā¦Yeah, forget what Steve said about Eddie doing a good job pulling this off.Ā
The better play, at that moment, would have been to try and course correct. Use some strategy, like out on the court.
Butā¦Steveās friends werenāt totally wrong about him. He could be childish and bitchy, when he wanted to be. And two could play this game.Ā
āHuh. You know, I was gonna say the exact same thing. Like, obviously, Iām the lucky one, Stevie, since Iāve been getting to hang out with you sooo much lately.āĀ
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The hunger thing isnāt working out for me, Eddie thinks, posted up around the corner from the customer heās meeting.
War wages in the ventricles of his heart as he runs through the stage-play in his mind againācasual greeting, make the exchange, casual goodbye, then disappear into the shadows.
Easy, written out like a tavern NPCādifficult, when he has to move.
His voice shakes when Steve looks him from head to toe and back again; looks bored, yet totally aware of the hole in Eddieās chest, who nearly fumbles Steveās goods to the ground but catches them with an awkward dip.
āNice catch,ā Steve smiles, pretty genuine, and Eddie manages not to stutter.
āThanks.ā
They exchangeātheir fingers brushāEddieās skin tingles with warmth;
Steve steals Eddieās cool mystery, right from under his nose with a silver-screen wink as he strides into the darkness.
Damn.
Eddie lays in bed later, putting his palm flat to his sternum, thinking about quick fingers and the hottest high school pariah, dreading next time. The phantom hole gets bigger; eating bone and organs and flesh until it consumes his hand and so onāheāll flip himself inside out, into a black hole like in space, and heāll be done.
ROFLMAO! I mean, that would certainly motivate me to get the fic done faster LOL
"I know it's only been a few months," Eddie murmured. "But I feel like this, us, is a good thing."
"I think it's a good thing, too," Steve replied softly. "You make me feel wanted, special."
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