eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[retromix]

My brain's not a sieve.

[ Pinching Eddie's wrist! ]

My parents aren't coming back to Hawkins after what happened, they're wiring me money. Means my house can become ground-zero for everyone while Hawkins is turning grey, which also means you're gonna see a lot of that little shitlord since he intends to be over all the time.

[heatmetal]

[ a beat. eddie turns to look at him, confused by what he just heard. ]

They aren't coming back...? They're just... leaving you here while the whole town gets fucked over by the supernatural?

[ ... actually. yeah.

how did they not pick up on the fact that steve's been constantly in danger for the last four years? it's not like he's walked away unscathed. ]

[retromix]

They invited me to Bali, which, all things considered, was pretty tempting.

[ It wasn't. Steve shakes the hand in his pointedly, eyes warm where they rest on Eddie. ]

It's okay, I'd rather be here. God, I must have really hit my head, huh?

[heatmetal]

You are a magnet for head trauma.

[ He grins in turn, turning his hand to thread his fingers with steve's. ]

... Glad you stayed, Steve. [ didn't run away. because that's never an option with steve harrington, is it? ] This town would suck a lot more without you in it.

[retromix]

You don't ever get to say the word "suck" again, by the way, I'm banning it.

[ Leaning forward in the chair and pretends to bite at the knuckles he holds, instead dropping a quick kiss there.

[heatmetal]

[ and that gets his heart pounding again. face flushing. ]

Blows, then? [ he waggles his eyebrows, trying to play this off like a joke. ]

[retromix]

Haven't been distracted being being blown yet, so, [ the teasing comes naturally, Steve flirting while the ebbing waves of attraction are still beating in his blood and aching neck, ] think you're good.

[ Despite all that, his expression sobers and he squeezes Eddie's hand. ]

You didn't eat much, dude. In all seriousness, are you still hungry?

[heatmetal]

I've been snacking on blood bags. I'm good... gotta be careful to not get too much better too fast, or they'll start asking questions.

[ he trills his lips, tilting his head back as he thinks. ]

Gotta get a skin-muscle graft thing on the leg and then they'll let me outta here. It'll be easier to get better at your place.

[retromix]

Oh sure, what with Harrington milkshakes twenty-four-seven.

[ Lips twitching. ]

[heatmetal]

I was going to say with your charming smile to lift my broken spirits, but yeah, that won't hurt none either.

[retromix]

You think my smile's charming?

[ Like no one's ever said that before. ]

[heatmetal]

Oh, come off it. You ooze charm.

[retromix]

I do?

[ Eyes twinkling, he sounds genuinely interested. Teasing Eddie is a lot easier than he anticipated (not that he thought about this, not ever). ]

Am I about to hear I'm pretty, too?

[heatmetal]

Drop dead gorgeous.

[ he cocks his head to the side, eyes bright and mischievous. ]

I get it. That why you're donating blood. You need someone to puff your ego with pretty words.

[retromix]

Maybe I'm just a good samaritan trying to help you absorb some of these gorgeous looks, you want to keep an eye on your hair or it'll start defying gravity. Kinda dangerous with all of yours.

[ It's playground taunting, fond as he tests which buttons he can push. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he grabs a handful of his curly locks, twisting them skyward. ]

Guess I'd better start investing in whatever glue you use to keep your hair perfect.

[retromix]

Yep, it's glue. You're right on the money.

[ Only his adopted son gets to know the truth about Farrah Fawcett!! ]

Buuut I guess it looks okay as it is. Maybe.

[heatmetal]

It's damn hot is what it is.

[ it's a frizzy mess because he's in dire need of a proper shower. ]

[retromix]

[ Steve leans forward on the bed, reaching up to brush those frizzy curls over Eddie's shoulder with fingertips gliding down the back of his neck. ]

You look good, Munson. [ And then, so it doesn't get too heavy, ] Glad I can help speed along your recovery toward an actual shower.

[heatmetal]

[ ah. ahhhhhh. there's definitely a shiver running down his spine. his laugh comes out breathy. ]

Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated.

[camarod]

[the door opened at least a thirty seconds ago: a quiet creak without much of the noise that the other wards have. there’s perks to being both temporary celebrity and pariah: no one wants to be near them when vulnerable. he’s leaning against the door for those thirty seconds, arms folded, watching Steve’s hand sit comfortably on Eddie’s neck, watching Eddie’s face light up. a passing nurse catches his eye and he smiles, all charm, before he pushes from the door and slips inside, closing it just as quietly.

Billy’s not stupid, even with all the knocks on the head. even if he couldn’t smell lingering arousal and blood, he’d know - he’d have to be blind not to see this. something feral and possessive unfurls in his chest, jealous and insecure about how well they seem to fit together. there’s something else, too, sad and lonely, a thing that remembers pining after Steve Harrington in their senior year and having to swallow it down, focusing it into his fists instead.

he’s going to have to unpack this, probably. the way he wants to crawl between them and whisper me, me, me.

for now he’s - dressed. showered, changed thanks to Susan. tight jeans, shirt half open with his scar faded pink, open, maybe proud. he’s behind Steve fast, a knuckle tracing the back of his neck like a mimic, eyes meeting Eddie’d over his shoulder. ] Aren’t you two sweet.

[Steve was right: Billy is a little less human. Probably.]

[heatmetal]

Baby.

[ eddie doesn't jerk back. doesn't twist away, doesn't act like he's doing anything wrong - because that would only confirm whatever worst case scenario is running through billy's head. eddie knows he likes steve. and up until several moments ago, thought that was an impossible, stupid want.

and here steve is, flirting with him. expressing... upset, even, that eddie had found someone else in the scant week they'd been separated. but he had.

instead he reaches, making patient grabby hands for his -

( boyfriend? partner in crime and death? neither feels like what they are. soulbound, maybe, tied together forever. )

his billy. smiling up at him like he put the stars in the skies. ]

Now I remember why I gave you all those discounts on my wares.

[retromix]

[ A hissed Jesus catches in his throat as a finger is suddenly running down his neck and he reacts on instinct, vacating the chair to move away, to the end of the bed as his pulse hammers in alarm. Billy definitely hadn't been in the room a moment before, he's ... faster. Steve swallows and itches the back of his neck where he stands, feeling a lot like he just shared a significant look with Nancy in a dirty RV and then Jonathan rolled in to sweep her up. ]

H-Hey, man.

[ He must have been dropped down the stairs several times as a baby, this keeps happening. Inserting himself where he doesn't belong, isn't wanted, keeps imagining friendship is something else. Watching Eddie light up with Billy in the room, reaching for him, Steve looks down and busies himself taking the magazine out of the bag. ]

Here, you didn't rip my throat out.

[ It's tossed to Eddie's side. ]

[camarod]

[that feral, possessive thing wants to lunge; to catch Steve before he can escape, dig his claws into his hips and sink his teeth into his neck and -

there’s a slow blink, grounded by baby and Billy bends, a little. reaches for that hand, turns to sit at the edge of the bed, thighs wide and his mouth kissing sweetly against Eddie’s knuckles. ] You smell - [and there’s a look, knowing, that he casts to Eddie, over his shoulder, before he turns his eyes back to Steve, pinning him in place with a slow, easy smirk.

he looks more like Billy Hargrove now, is the thing.] I missed the Steve Harrington tasting session?

[heatmetal]

If you stop lookin' like you want to beat his face in,

[ he squeezes billy's fingers, holding fast. he knows what he smells like and he won't bother hiding it, just leans in to press a quick kiss to billy's lips.

billy's spent longer in hell. and billy is frightened, insecure, terrified of being abandoned - the least he can do is show his affection as blatantly and openly as possible. ]

he might let you have a nip.