#lastritez

i spent the summer being erased. // @lastritez

he tries to keep it cool, he really does. steve tries to keep his face from showing every emotion that flicks through his mind with eddie's words but in truth, steve had hardly ever been good at that kind of thing. there was a major difference in burying his feelings, and keeping instance reactions from his face. one of these things was not like the other and one of these things was not an optimal steve harrington skill.

so maybe in the end he kinda just looks fuckin' constipated, and shit, he certainly feels emotionally backed up as he looks at eddie.

steve swallows thickly and his brow furrows as he focuses, trying to reign it all back in again before he lets out a shuddering breath.

@lastritez

It hardly recoils.

Its false flesh is cold to the touch, where the invasive fingers worming their way into the cracking hole in the side of its throat. Warm. So warm compared to its favorite mask. Bits of black ichor oozes like tar, ascending upwards like a fallen angel being called back to the place of its creation.

Its hand grips his wrist, the velvet cloth of its gloves tearing with the emergence of talons as blackened as its raw essence. The tips of claws dig into flesh- just a taste of how easily it could tear into him, to unmake him in all entirety.

"So much hate, Edddiiieeeeee...." It coos like a dove, drool slipping down a painted lower lip. "It's delicious."

It yanks, not only pulling him closer to hiss in his ear, but allowing those warm fingers to dig further into its being.

22. for sex after a near death experience 

"Rob, I really don't think - " "Shut up, Dingus, and just trust me, will you? Who is the expert in this particular area?" "....you are." "Right. And unlike you, I know when someone is pining for someone." "Okay, but what if you're entirely wrong about this and he -" "Steve. Steven. Just trust me on this. Eddie is going to love it." That had been the conversation that had led up to this moment. Eddie had just gotten out of the hospital, and Steve had wanted to do something. Anything. Not just to make him feel better, but to make his feelings clear that he should have before the plan to defeat Vecna.

He was just so grateful that Wayne wasn't home. Robin had already called Eddie to let him know that they would be stopping by to give him a visit now that he had been released, but she hadn't let it be known that it was just going to be Steve. She also hadn't let it be known that the surprise that Steve was bringing was himself, but he was wrapped like the perfect little package in the ridiculous attire known as his Scoops Ahoy uniform.

If Eddie laughed his ass off and absolutely hated this, he was never going to let Robin live it down. He had barely found the thing in the back of his closet, though he couldn't find himself getting rid of it because he was sappy and it had introduced him to his best friend on the planet. It was definitely a little bit tighter than it had been the year before, but still fit practically perfectly, Steve able to find everything except the ridiculous knee high socks he had been forced to wear at the parlor.

How did he even go about explaining this to Eddie? 'Hey man, glad to hear you're released, Robin told me you'd absolutely bust a nut seeing me in this outfit'? No way. So, Steve had kind of played it up. He had let himself inside of Eddie's place after Robin had assured him it would be unlocked, finding his way through the small trailer to Eddie's room. Knuckles rapped against the wood of the door, pushing it open a bit with a cheeky smile. "Hey, Eddie?" He almost had asked if he was in there, but that seemed a bit obvious. Where else would the older go in recovery?

"I, uh....special delivery, right here." He held his hand up, waving the carton of ice cream. "Thought you might like everyone's favorite feel good dessert. And uh, Robin thought the outfit seemed...fitting."

[ SIP ]:     sender and receiver play drinking games (not necessarily using alcohol! just a drink of choice) together (e.g. never have i ever, where one person says something they’ve never done before, and the other drinks if they have done it, or doesn’t if they haven’t).

"Well shit, now I know why I didn't even go to my own senior prom. This is tacky as hell." Yeah, he knew it was a bit hypocritical, considering he had definitely gone to Junior Prom. Been, shocker, crowned Prom King. He just hadn't gone to his Senior Prom, because him and Nancy had broken up, and he felt like there was no point. He had lost the crown of 'King Steve', and with it his friends and his popularity. He didn't want to be reminded of all of that by standing in the corner of the crowded gymnasium.

Now here he was, years later.....standing in the corner of the crowded gymnasium. He hadn't been surprised when Dustin had asked if he would be willing to be one of the chaperones. It was a mix of teachers and parents, and he supposed that he was as much a parent to a chunk of these kids than anything. He didn't really want anything that reminded him of his 'glory days' at Hawkins High, but for Henderson? He would do anything.

Apparently, so would Eddie Munson, because the last person that he figured would be caught dead at a social function like this was that man. They had both aged in the past few years, Steve smiling and moving over to the other, nudging him with his hip. "Didn't think I'd ever see you at something like this." Steve smirked, adjusting his glasses onto his nose because yeah, he needed to wear them a lot more now. The damage he had endured had apparently been worse than he had thought, and it only got worse with age.

Steve nodded to the punch bowl, which he had ironically been standing around most of the night. It was where the 'losers' had always stood at past proms, he knew that much, but he just wanted to be out of the spotlight in any way possible. He just wanted to make sure Dustin and his friends were having a good time, and that was that. "Want a drink? Maybe if we get lucky, one of the kids will have spiked it. Don't tell any of the other chaperones I said that, though."

@lastritez    (    eddie   munson    )    sent    :    ❝  we keep each other safe.  it’s my turn to protect you.  ❞ kat <3

                    SOMETHING   ABOUT   THAT   JUST   doesn’t   settle   right   with   kat    [   …   ]    it   makes   her   guts   feel   like   they’re   churning   inside   of   her   ,   like   the   sea   in   the   middle   of   a   nasty   storm .     it’s   not   that   she   doubts   that   eddie   can   take   care   of   himself   or   protect   her .     she   knows   that   he   can .     he’s   saved   her   ass   from   bullies   more   times   than   she   can   count .     but   ,   this   isn’t   some   random   jerk   in   the   hallways   of   hawkins   high   that   he   can   scare   off   by   acting   weird .     this   is   a   life   threatening   supernatural   situation   in   which   he   has   no   real   way   to   get   the   upper   hand .     meanwhile   …   she   does .     they   may   be   raw   and   untrained   ,   but   her   abilities   mean   that   she   does   have   the   capability   to   actually   be   of   use   here .     not   only   does   she   not   want   eddie   to   potentially   put   himself   in   harm’s   way   ,   kat   also   aches   to   prove   herself .     she   doesn’t   want   to   always   be   the   skittish   little   girl   who   cowers   and   hides .     she   wants   to   be   as   powerful   as   she   knows   that   she   truly   can   be    ―    and   ,   keep   those   that   she   cares   about   safe .

                    KAT   GIVES   HER   HEAD   an   emphatic   shake   in   the   negative   ,   her   features   forming   an   expression   somewhere   between   panic   and   determination .     panic   because   even   the   simple   thought   of   something   irreversible   happening   to   eddie   is   enough   to   make   her   want   to   crumble   entirely    ―    determination   due   to   the   fact   that   she’s   already   made   up   her   mind   as   to   what   she   wants   to   do .     she   won’t   allow   him   to   do   anything   stupid   ,   she   won’t   allow   him   to   play   the   hero   ,   she   won’t   allow   it .     any   of   it .     any   outcome   in   which   they   both   don’t   make   it   out   of   this   alive   is   simply   not   on   the   table .     she   puts   one   hand   on   his   shoulder   ,   fingers   curling   into   the   fabric   of   his   shirt   as   if   to   drive   her   point   home   further   ,    ❛   no .   ❜    her   tone   ,   in   conjunction   with   her   lack   of   a   stutter   ,   leaves   no   room   for   much   argument .     she   knows   that   he’ll   likely   still   try   to   fight   her   on   it   ,   but   it’s   no   use .     once   her   heart   is   set   on   something   ,   she   will   see   it   the   fuck   through .     that   is   absolutely   nonnegotiable .

@lastritez liked a starter call    !

𓂃 ⭑.ᐟ steve didn't knock. instead, he stays idle at the doorway of the residence, arms crossed over his chest like a barrier. brown eyes cut briefly over eddie, as if to confirm what he already knew–- the freak was alive, breathing, and stubborn as ever.

❛ that was the part you were supposed to listen to. ❜ he says, voice cutting sharp in his new comrade's direction. ❛ i wasn't being dramatic, ❜ he continues, gaze dropping down to his hands, knuckles black and blue. ❛ i wasn't trying to pick a fight, measure dicks or something. i was telling you because i've seen what happens when someone decides they're expendable. ❜

he shakes his head, scoffing in an attempt to alleviate his frustration. in the brief time he'd spent with eddie, he'd grown a soft spot for him. clearly, dustin looked up to him for many things steve couldn't help but ignore that he lacked. eddie munson was relentlessly authentic, didn't care about what labels had been put on him. steve envies this greatly, and maybe this does charge him a bit. ❛ you ran in anyway.❜

his eyes drop to the floor, then snap back up. ❛ you don't get to do that. not after everything.❜ the silence that stretches is thick and uncomfortable, a lump in his throat. steve exhales sharply through his nose, irritation pricking his hot skin. ❛ so yeah ... i'm pissed. because i was right there, watching you try and get yourself killed like it was the only move you had. ❜

he shifts back a step, moving his hands to sit at his hips. his eyes lock finally on eddie, flat and harsh–- ❛ next time you decide to play hero, don't expect me to clean up what's left. ❜

TOUCH  SHOCKS  HIM,  NOT  BECAUSE  OF  HARSHNESS  BUT  FOR  THE  UNFAMILIAR  PRESS  OF  SHOULDER  TO  HIS.  not  many  people  touch  him,  in  all  honesty.  fleeting  hugs  from  robin,  the  occasional  fist  bump  from  dustin.  friends  who  cared  for  him,  but  a  childhood  spent  removed  had  set  steve  apart  from  their  easy  affection,  stunted  by  a  fear  of  alienating  the  people  he'd  come  to  value  so  much.

eddie's  touch  is  so  easy,  it  confounds  him.  something  he'd  noticed  in  their  encounters  since  the  tentative  friendship  of  theirs  had  begun  years  ago,  starting  as  mere  transaction  and  eventually  leading  to  a  shaky  truce.  it's  still  new,  a  strange  thing  to  many  who  would  look  upon  it  but  it's  .  .  .  nice  .  a  joint  pinched  between  now  steady  fingers  ,  smoke  curling  lazily  through  late  night  air  as  they  sit  overlooking  the  lake  .