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I'll make sure it'll be the best night at the movies you have. [ he's still got that harrington charm sometimes, doesn't he? ]

Wouldn't dream of it.

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There's plenty fun to be had sober, man. Or something. I remember you saying something about Star Wars before you passed out on me.

Edited 2022-07-10 21:26 (UTC)

[ it's been months since the trip to the upside down, since vecna went up in flames and hawkins returned to normal. well, hawkins remained as oblivious and normal as it had been before.

it was just that they weren't worried about vecna any more, about the world ending for the fourth time since el stumbled into their lives. she's back in california now that the summer is winding down, gone out west with jonathan, nancy, jocye and hopper this time. everything since that spring break week has been a whirl wind, but things are finally falling into place.

steve's still working at family video with robin, the kids are heading back to school, and eddie's... eddie's a free man and kind of a staple in steve's life. they hang out more nights than not and while steve had been so jealous of the idea of eddie at first (and for a while had then thought eddie hated him), he's pleasantly surprised at how close they've become.

no one's stealing robin's best friend slot or anything but eddie's creeping up there. maybe not totally for best friend reasons. which leaves a mesh of panic and butterflies in his stomach as steve thinks about that, especially when eddie's so close to him.

the whole gang's in his living room, his parents are out of town again, and he's finally been convinced to create a character for eddie's upcoming campaign. steve's sat in on a few sessions, half paying attention, but eddie had managed to somehow pull him in a few times in an unofficial, tie-breaking decision capacity. eddie's sitting next to him on the couch, it's just the two of them, and the rest of the party's occupying the other seats or spread out on the floor.

Dustin and Lucas are arguing over spells, Steve thinks as he looks at the book in his lap that Eddie had handed him about ten minutes ago. ] Okay. I really don't get the difference between a Paladin and a Ranger? Can't you pick for me, man? [ Steve doesn't whine, he doesn't (he totally does), as he passes the book back toward Eddie. ]

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Are you gonna be my sidekick on the journey?

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i'm still drinking spiked coffee so how am i a quitter? sure, man. don't worry. maybe you'll work up to being my bestie too, hargrove.

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how often was it a good guy?

( it's doesn't take a long time for them to figure out how long eddie can go without blood. it's a little — embarrassing, to be honest. there's a very thin line between satiated and starved, and once he crosses it he's like a feral beast, seeking out animals to eat, or grabbing the nearest person and mouthing at their neck.

it leads to a lot of awkward tension between him and nancy wheeler, who is probably the worst person he could've taken a little munch out of other than any of the kids. it leads to steve harrington saying that's it, and offering to be his, for lack of a better term, refillable caprisun for the time being. eddie offers to just eat a squirrel every now and then to fend off the hunger pains, but dustin quickly informs him that's disgusting, dude and they make do.

anyway, steve tastes a lot better than a squirrel. and, as they've learned, humans keep him full up for longer.

it's feeding time now, and eddie has steve pressed against a bathroom wall in the wheeler's household — their current base of operations. the crew clears out when he feeds because the sounds can get ... troubling, to say the least. shockingly gentle, eddie strokes a finger against the two healed over points of entry on steve's neck, the skin all around bruised to purpling by the force of eddie's fangs.

he frowns, picking at the scab. the flesh is tender here, and a little bitter. he wonders how hard it would be to convince steve to let him bite at his wrists, or his thighs. )

Does it hurt? ( he leans back to look at steve. the scab is cleared out of the way now, and a small drop of blood bubbles to the surface. eddie smudges it with his thumb, bringing his hand back to lick at. ) I think I could make it feel good. Try to, at least.

Edited 2022-07-31 21:35 (UTC)

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I was going to say something there and I can't remember what. Ugh. Why is your weed so strong? Oh. Uh. I'd have to try to stay awake then. Do you do voices? [ he's still really high here so like, that's pretty cute? is it ok to think it's cute??? ]

Intentionally even.

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I was King Steve for a reason. I'm hurrying! Except, where am I hurrying to exactly? Your place? Quarry?

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Wow, you asshole. and here I thought we were cool. Thanks for keeping me out of the wrong kind of bush, I guess. Looks like you can be a real one.

( ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR )

[ from here ]

Wow. You're lucky I don't have a big ego or anything anymore.

Only if you get to see me in them and it's pretty cold out right now. You're going to have to find a way to convince me to wear them. [ which will be like stealing candy from a baby... ]

( technically, it's not their first date. it's their first official date. if you don't count any of the times one of them was trying to do a date-like thing to see if the other one of them would notice.

thinking back on it, steve's not sure how he missed some of it.

actually, he knows how.

robin knows how too because she has had to deal with him both lament that eddie couldn't possibly be into him and then lament about how can he be a better boyfriend to eddie when he sucks at being a boyfriend anyway? see prior evidence??? there's a huge difference between being two guys who like each other and dating. not that steve has experience with dating a guy.

but he figures he does have experience with eddie. so a valentine's date with eddie shouldn't be a problem. they're going to steve's favorite diner which has a pretty cool surprise spot behind it that steve wants to take eddie. it'll be fine. it will. except. this is their first date (they haven't even kissed because they're taking things slow? rip robin's ears also) and it's valentine's day (technically, it's the day before valentine's day because they have to be careful and also because steve couldn't get valentine's day off. keith is a tyrant, honestly.)

steve smoothes his hands over his jean-clad knees and pushes himself to hop out of the beemer, which has been parked in front of eddie's trailer probably way too long to not have been noticed. he does have flowers in the passenger's seat but he's not sure if to take them for a second but, hey, it's their first date and it's valentine's day. and flowers are a thing.

so steve grabs them, slams the car door and runs up the stairs to knock on the front door with the hopes that eddie hasn't been watching him this whole time. )

( it would probably be a lot easier if eddie could say he had no idea how it got to this point, but in truth, he knows every single half step they've ever taken in the daddy, fill me up direction. meeting steve harrington was little more than the fluke at first, after being invited to the campus frat house's welcome freshman bash of the new school year for specific drug connections. it's not like there's an exclusivity to those things — anyone off the street could and did wander in, which is how the resident metalhead and the resident golden basketball star managed to be stuck in the same room together without it being weird. after that, going to the frat's parties seemed actually fun. he'd get to poke at steve a little and watch his cheeks get flushed on cheap beer and close proximity, and probably end the night in a shouting match with him over star wars. one party it was one shot of cheap whiskey too many, which eddie could taste once his tongue was inexorably down steve's throat. the rest, as they say, is history.

he isn't sure anyone would be surprised to hear that steve is a dream in bed, but they might be shocked to know he's a little cockslut with an equal penchant for humiliation and praise. eddie was shocked — in a giddy, delighted sort of way. the writer in him has never outgrown an elementary love for tropes, equal in parts to his love for a twist, unseen ending. jocky steve harrington, with girls fawning over him all over campus and guys pining after him in that jealous/admiring dudebro way of theirs, who gets down on his knees behind closed doors and begs for rocker daddy's cock? yeah, eddie loves that shit. loves it enough to be obsessed with it, fucking steve whenever their schedules allow it, which is quite often. eddie just can't get enough.

it's like that today — eddie heading to the frat house where he's an oddly familiar sight, passing up leisurely to steve's room on the second floor. he helps himself in, only to find steve checking himself out in his mirror, which is charming enough to eddie that he almost doesn't roll his eyes at all, coming up behind him and laying ringed fingers flat on his torso. his nose tilts, pressing against the bit of neck behind his ear — but his reflection in the mirror shows off a merry jester, eddie grinning in anticipation. )

Heya, babygirl. Looking at something pretty? ( he bites at his lobe, sliding hands up under steve's shirt to feel him up. only — he encounters lace where there would be skin otherwise. surprised, eddie twitches back slightly, eyebrows going up high on his forehead. ) What's this? Did you buy something pretty?

( stepping back, he gives steve a firm swat on the ass. )

I wanna see, show me.

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sick nasty.

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