and he meant a that truthfully. the fact he was asked to come into work days after gates bisected hawkins is insane. the fact that max is in a coma she might never wake up from because eleven said no is insane. eddie munson is alive, and that’s insane too. which almost makes steve wonder if i’m the grand scheme of things, this, and all this is, isn’t all that insane after all.
( that’s when eddie runs his tongue across his throat again, when eddie groans, and steve can feel it against his skin. feels it go directly down to his gut. and then lower still. )
no, no, this is decidedly crossing a line into insanity that steve’s not sure he’s prepared to cross, and he just very nearly has a spike of energy, a sudden rush of strength, to fully get eddie off of him. ] What are you even-
[ stay put, harrington.
the words carry a kind of weight in them that steve’s not prepared for, and they settle over him like a wave. any energy, any strength, any fight he might have had is gone in an instant, seeped out of him like a switch flicking. part of steve thinks he might not even be breathing, and for some insane, crazy, impossible reason, even that is okay. because he is staying put.
that’s when his brain finally catches up to the puncturing against his neck. when he realizes what is actually happening. because sure, okay, part of him had truly thought that maybe this was just some weird side of eddie munson. being in the upside down fucks you up, and if eddie needed comfort, if eddie needed…wherever this was leading, steve’s not entirely sure he would have said no. now, as he comes to this realization, steve is very aware he hadn’t assumed that would also include sucking his blood, and yet even still…
the point where eddie’s mouth is on his neck is hot. impossibly hot. it feels a bit like he’s burning, like a flame has started right there, and is slowly spreading over his skin. steve’s knees go a little weak, but not enough that he has to over correct, not enough that he’s worried about his balance. some voice in the back of his head says you will stay right here, you will stay put, and so he does.
steve feels lightheaded, a bit like he’s floating, the searing heat of eddie’s mouth just the beginning as every inch of him slowly begins to heat up. there are images of nancy that cross his vision, then of robin, of dustin. some disconnected part of him wonders if he’s dying, while another part replies with would it be that bad? and then just as it started, it ends, and eddie’s pulling away from him. separating his mouth from steve’s neck. he licks a stripe across the spot but steve can’t quite piece together why because very suddenly, very very suddenly, that dizziness is back. the entire world starts to move around him.
thankfully eddie is holding him up (he thinks) because steve sways, trying to blink his eyes back into focus. ] The fuck… [ he mumbles, all but crumpling forward into eddie, something about the loss of that heat, but also a sudden bout of something else, overwhelming him. and if steve stopped to think about it, he might realize exactly where that remaining heat has pooled. instead, or at least in this moment, he focuses on the death grip he has on eddie’s shoulders, the fact that eddie is ranting about something or maybe he’s just talking in that same way he always does but he looks better, there is more color to him, and steve…likes that, in a weird way. ]
Did you- [ another blink or so and it’s coming back, he’s coming back, and he turns to look more directly into eddie’s face. ] Did you just drink my blood?
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and he meant a that truthfully. the fact he was asked to come into work days after gates bisected hawkins is insane. the fact that max is in a coma she might never wake up from because eleven said no is insane. eddie munson is alive, and that’s insane too. which almost makes steve wonder if i’m the grand scheme of things, this, and all this is, isn’t all that insane after all.
( that’s when eddie runs his tongue across his throat again, when eddie groans, and steve can feel it against his skin. feels it go directly down to his gut. and then lower still. )
no, no, this is decidedly crossing a line into insanity that steve’s not sure he’s prepared to cross, and he just very nearly has a spike of energy, a sudden rush of strength, to fully get eddie off of him. ] What are you even-
[ stay put, harrington.
the words carry a kind of weight in them that steve’s not prepared for, and they settle over him like a wave. any energy, any strength, any fight he might have had is gone in an instant, seeped out of him like a switch flicking. part of steve thinks he might not even be breathing, and for some insane, crazy, impossible reason, even that is okay. because he is staying put.
that’s when his brain finally catches up to the puncturing against his neck. when he realizes what is actually happening. because sure, okay, part of him had truly thought that maybe this was just some weird side of eddie munson. being in the upside down fucks you up, and if eddie needed comfort, if eddie needed…wherever this was leading, steve’s not entirely sure he would have said no. now, as he comes to this realization, steve is very aware he hadn’t assumed that would also include sucking his blood, and yet even still…
the point where eddie’s mouth is on his neck is hot. impossibly hot. it feels a bit like he’s burning, like a flame has started right there, and is slowly spreading over his skin. steve’s knees go a little weak, but not enough that he has to over correct, not enough that he’s worried about his balance. some voice in the back of his head says you will stay right here, you will stay put, and so he does.
steve feels lightheaded, a bit like he’s floating, the searing heat of eddie’s mouth just the beginning as every inch of him slowly begins to heat up. there are images of nancy that cross his vision, then of robin, of dustin. some disconnected part of him wonders if he’s dying, while another part replies with would it be that bad? and then just as it started, it ends, and eddie’s pulling away from him. separating his mouth from steve’s neck. he licks a stripe across the spot but steve can’t quite piece together why because very suddenly, very very suddenly, that dizziness is back. the entire world starts to move around him.
thankfully eddie is holding him up (he thinks) because steve sways, trying to blink his eyes back into focus. ] The fuck… [ he mumbles, all but crumpling forward into eddie, something about the loss of that heat, but also a sudden bout of something else, overwhelming him. and if steve stopped to think about it, he might realize exactly where that remaining heat has pooled. instead, or at least in this moment, he focuses on the death grip he has on eddie’s shoulders, the fact that eddie is ranting about something or maybe he’s just talking in that same way he always does but he looks better, there is more color to him, and steve…likes that, in a weird way. ]
Did you- [ another blink or so and it’s coming back, he’s coming back, and he turns to look more directly into eddie’s face. ] Did you just drink my blood?