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Eddie: *does not know that*

Eddie: *calls Steve a pretty boy*

Eddie: *realizes he said something wrong*

Eddie: *course corrects*

Eddie: *course corrects too far*

fr! The psychological effect of almost dying in such a, well not mundane of course, but in universe where they battle creatures he was almost killed by some guy. A guy whom he had to see every day. He had to be at school with this piece of shit for another half a year afterward, alone. What's worse is Billy never dealt with any consequences outside of what Max did to him, simply just to get him to STOP. (Which is wild because its not like Hopper wouldn't have been told about this. I get trying to keep the heat off them because of all the upside down stuff but what? Did everyone in town just ignore Steve's whole face being fucked??? No teachers, no parents said or wanted to look into ANYTHING???) Also, Steve got his shit rocked over and over (even canonically FELL DOWN THE STAIRS AS A BABY) and suffered no lasting effects? What, did Steve just have healing powers or something? I mean yes ik it's fiction but it bugs me. Also,

Steve: me and Eddie like to re-enact the russians torturing me

Robin: ??? HUH !?

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But then Eddie goes. Well. I did this to become Steve’s type and it worked. May as well double down.

(Max or Dustin: Did you break every anti-conformity rule you’ve ever had just to get Steve to go out with you?

Eddie: Yup.

It's finished!

This comic is based on this wonderful fic by @the-inspector-jones

I hope you liked it, I really enjoyed doing this!

I'll probably make a post later with all the pages in one place, so it's easier to read

The whole comic so far

Part 6 here

You are in part 7

~~~ Watching smoke drift into the quiet dark ~~~♡

Sorry for neglecting you all, Art Fight and class teamed up to beat my ass. I'm working on making a new social media stuff. Mostly a bluesky account to post people touching holes.

He borrows Jeff's dad's convertible, has to leave his guitar as collateral and gets a twenty minute speech from Jeff about how dead Eddie will be if anything, at all, happens to the car. Remember Ferris Bueler? No. No hilarious Tom Foolery or Shinannigans shall be happening in the car.

They get there just fine. Get a decent spot, actually. Eddie has cleaned the leather of his jacket. Steve is pretty content actually, Eddie can tell; his glasses go on without complaint as the previews and ad roll start. It's a nice night. Not insanely hot. The bugs aren't as bad as he'd imagined. He wishes he was relieved.

Eddie tunes a small radio to the movie screen's station, turns it up so they can hear past the static. A moment later, he's got little bags of snacks stacked on the dash and cans of soda in the console between them, and he's nervously checking the concession line every three seconds.

"Eddie, this is great," Steve says with a grin. "Calm down. I'm sorry I've been such a dick about this."

"I'll go get you real food if you want," Eddie blurts, eyes wide.

Steve chuckles. "Eds. Calm. Down."

Eddie can't calm down though. Not really. Because his plan is dumb and yet he wants to do it. He waits for Steve to turn back to the screen and then slings his arms across his shoulders. Steve blushes and ignores it, continues eating from his can of Pringles.

"Sweetheart. Stevie. Steveo," Eddie mutters. He rolls his neck, letting his head fall onto the plush headrest of the ridiculously fancy car. He grins when wide and crazy when Steve finally looked at him. "I have a question."

"Hit me," Steve deadpans, crunching into another chip.

Eddie swallows, his throat clicking over the radio playing the Goonies intro music, over the distant rumble of other cars' engines, and the fucking crickets that have apparently decided this exact second was their moment to shine.

Be brave, he demands of himself. After all, he's pretty sure they're on the same page.

Almost positive.

Almost.

"So," Eddie continues, fingers drumming against Steve's shoulder. "Sandy. Want to go steady?"

He makes a face, flutters his lashes. Steve stares at him, crunching away as he rolls his eyes. So Eddie pitches his voice up into something breathy and ridiculous. "Oh, Danny. I'd love to."

Steve's chewing slows. He turns his head just slightly, one eyebrow creeping upward. Eddie's heart was doing something in his chest that felt structurally unsound. "No but. Really. I'm asking."

Steve's face becomes just slightly bitchy, and while it's normally Eddie's favourite face in the world, he panics a bit when Steve says, "You're really asking what. To go steady?"

"To go steady," Eddie confirms.

Steve stares at him some more. Sighs. He turns back to the screen. His voice is quiet and slightly annoyed when he says, “Very funny, Munson. I'm busting a gut.”

Eddie almost laughs, overcome by his own ridiculousness. He reaches out and drags Steve's chin back towards him, making him scowl.

“Okay, sorry. I'm done being annoying. But like. I meant it. Can we label this please? At least between us?" When Steve doesn't reply, Eddie babbles. "I…I dunno. I don't want to be seeing anyone else or whatever. Not that that was really a concern before, but I guess what I'm asking is if you'd also be interested in not having a good time with other—"

“Eddie?

Eddie exhales. “Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Steve's hand came up and wrapped around Eddie's wrist. The Pringles can tips in Steve's lap, a few chips spilling onto the leather seat and making Eddie wince. Steve didn't seem to notice.

"You absolute freak," Steve murmurs. Not annoyed at all, now. Fond instead. Affectionate.

"I'm being serious," Eddie says, and he is, he really is.

It's just that it feels too big, too much to ask, and the whole place, the whole scene around him had made him hyperfixate on John Travolta in that damn leather jacket, and the scene had rolled around in his head until he'd gone and done the weird thing instead of just asking for normal communication instead.

Steve smiles as he watches Eddie panic, eyes doing that thing they did sometimes, that soft thing, and Eddie's chest feels like it's caving in and expanding at the same time.

"Yeah, no shit, dummy.” Steve's teasing, laughing voice is gentle and encouraging. “You think I'm out here agreeing to the drive-in with anyone else, you dork? Obviously, I'll go 'steady' with you, Eddie.”

Eddie's heart slams to a halt the freak out stalling out mid thought. He couldn't quite believe what he'd just heard.

"Wait, really?" Eddie asks, voice cracking embarrassingly. "Like, you mean it? Even though I asked in a stupid way?"

Steve rolls his eyes, but his thumb is tracing small circles on Eddie's wrist where he still held it. "I'm not going to repeat myself. It was embarrassing enough the first time."

Eddie couldn't stop the grin that split his face.

"So we're... boyfriends?" The word felt foreign in his mouth, too good to be true. And yeah, also kinda lame but. In the same way drive-ins and D&D and skittles in the popcorn and air guitar were lame. Lame in the same all the best things were.

"If you want, yeah." Steve said quietly. "I mean, that's what I've been saying in my mind anyway. Boyfriends or whatever. Why? Gonna give me your class ring?”

Eddie laughs, the weight on his chest easing up. As the Goonies continued to never say die in the background for a bit. Eddie's hand is held in Steve's so that he's having to eat chips one handed. Eddie's brain finally calms down and he starts laughing as he let's go long enough to slide a skull off his finger. He holds it up to Steve silently, not even turning to see his expression.

Steve finally looks over and laughs in reply. “Yeah, you know what. Fuck it.”