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love
/ləv/
noun
1.
an intense feeling of deep affection.
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1982 -
Hard metal blasted from the raspy speakers, Steve wasn't sure who played from the speakers it could be
Metallica: Master of Puppets, Black Sabbath, Slayer, Dio, Iron Maiden,
Led Zeppelin. He was never so sure.
The room was achingly warm, seeping into Steve's heart, the bed slightly stiff, the bedsheets too thick, the head board squeaky.
But the pale arm drapped across his mid section, long calloused fingers slightly curled into his waist, black curly hair poking his neck and the stink off weed lingering, drowned out everything else. His head fuzzy, and warm, like hes high.
"Mmh..morning stevie boy." A raspy voice murmured hazzily from Steve's shoulder. Eddie's hand tightens ever so slightly around Steve's mid section, nipping kisses pressed into his tight shoulders as if to bring him back from their high induced sleep.
"Good morning Eddie." Steve chuckles slightly, his voice catching slightly as he eyes Eddie.
He was wearing old faded star wars pajamas, one of Steve's old basketball t-shirts, and of course socks. Steve's nose srunched up at Eddie's sock wearing tendencies but he couldn't do shit about it so he moved on from the disgusting habbit.
"Really Steve, come on Eddie? Where's Eds,Munson, love of my life, sweetheart, honey, sugar, damn anything other then Eddie." Eddie spoke his name as if it was a slur, he was joking of course, knowing Steve barely even called him Eds.
Steve let out a halfharded snort. "I am not calling you sugar. That makes me sound like Mrs Sha, from the grocery store."
"You have matching personalities."Eddie snorted knowing they were the complete opposite of eachother.
He pressed his body harder against Steve as if he was trying to crawl into his ribs, make himself home in the cavity of Steve's chest. Like a spider finding refuge in the cavity of a rotting tree.
Steve let out a ticklish snort his body threating to curl into itself. His knees slightly jerking up, his hands lightly hitting at Eddies back.
Steve only laughed harder when Eddie's hand pressed against his mouth as if to silence him. His chest ached happily with the joy threating to burst out like a fleshy firework.
Eddie turn the dial to the raspy metal music up just slightly, drowning out their love from prieing ears threating to burst the bubble of love encasing the boys in a false sense of security.
Steve pressed gentle kisses into Eddie curly mop of hair when his calloused hand drifted off his mouth and down his body. Calloused fingers lazily tracing scarred tissue. Rubbing compassionate circles into tight skin.
Steve let out a soft groan or more of a hum, as Eddie presses open mouthed kisses into his neck, just hard enough to not mark but leave feeling.
"Jesus Christ!" Breathly laughter pushed from his chest as the song switched to something loud, the drums and bass vibrating though out the room.
"Your god has no dominion here!" Eddie rasped softly in Steve's ear, his DM voice lacing each word in a deep, raspy tint.
"Your such a nerd!" Steve laughed pushed Eddie off his chest and next to him on the bed.
Eddie let out a fake gasp, clutching is heart in mock hurt, declaring the betrayal bestowed upon him and his mortal soul. But he keep his voice quiet enough that the music drowned it out for anyone but steve.
Steves face hurt from all the goofy smiling,his head tilted, falling onto the bed staring into Eddie's eyes.
Dark brown, briming with unbridled love, but glinting as if he was 5 steps ahead of you, and 5 more steps with out you even knowing. Sharp with the pain hes survived.
Steve's chest ached with the knowledge that only he will be able to know his undieing love for the man in front of him. Having to hide this beautiful thing from the world. That no one else will understand why he loves his man.
Angish threaten to spill in thick poisonous clumps like clotting blood between his sugar rotted teeth, threating to spill past his anger burnt tounge, and his frozen lips.
But Steve's pushed back the angish, the looming danger of their love more prominent, then the threat of no one knowing.
Steve's hand gently, almost hesitantly cupped Eddie's jaw. Scared someone would bardge into the tiny, weed smelling room. Pop the thin glistening bubble encasing them, and their undenying sin. Knowing the music will only be able to hide love for so long.
His tumb caressed the slightly stubbled hair of Eddie's jaw, as it to cure his own heartache. As if to gently remind Eddie of his love.
Eddie's breathing takingly dark brown eyes softend slightly like moist dirt. The weed not fully warn off yet, the white only a hint of pink making Eddie look even more dopey then he already was.
Eddie slowly knocked their heads together. Careful not to cause a headache, but firm enough to pull Steve out of his thoughts.
Eddie's bangs kept his forehead warm, unlike Steve's unusually cold forehead. The warmth caused Steve's forehead to string slightly reminding him of why he loves Eddie so much.
"Penny for your thoughts steve." Eddie murmured in the loud room, hittng Steve's shin with his socked foot causing the faded bed sheets to crinkle soft.
"Asshole." Steve playfully hummed back, kicking Eddies shin with his cold bare foot. But his voice lacked some of the warmth, that normally spoiled each razored word.
A small sigh drifted slow from the cold lips of Steven Harrington, the angish only able to slip out in hints."Just thinking about how quickly this could go wrong." His hands playing with the faded bed sheets under him.
"Stevie-." Eddie tried to speak, a pit forming like a black hole in his stomach, ripping up his intestines.
Knowing what that tone means. Knowing why it was so important but wanting to pretend as if them together wasnt dangerous. As if they were a straight couple, able to truly show love without being beat.
"No Eddie we both know just how wrong this could go." Steve let out a quiet scoffed. His body tensing, his fingers begging to tear to the bedsheets, to knock everything glass off the shelf just to watch it break.
"How quickly we could be caught. You know what they do to fags in Hawkins." Steven mutters his throat beganing to burn with unshead tears. Bile rising like waves in his throat, in his stomach.
"I know what happens to people like us in hawkins." Eddie defeatedly sighs. His off brand slightly greened, sliver ringed fingers ran through his inky brown hair, messing up his already bedheaded curls.
"We are well hidden stevie. We dont interact at school, you park your Beamer 4 blocks down. You walk to my trailer at night or early morning only. You take showers so you dont smell like me. You tell all your bitchass school friends you hate me." Reasures spill from Eddie's lips, his hand snakes around Steve's hips to press a palm in the small of his back.
Steve sighed, their foreheads placed firmly against one another. His hands traced Eddie's tattos without thought, having them memorized, ingraved into his brain as they are in Eddie's skin.
Eddies heart blossoms in his chest, his palm pressing harder into the small of Steve's lower back, as if trying to combine their atoms together.
Once the love began unbareable to he pressed gentle kisses into Steve's clean shaven jaw, finding the divots, the unseen imperfections, the microscopic scars, and worshiping each and everyone of them.
Steve's face lit back up. Love bubbling like boiling water beneath his skin. His body racked with quiet laughs, clutching onto Eddie's shoulders as he kissed spots that he knew ticklish, just like he knew where each scar was.
A sharp devastating ring cut through the quiet love shared between the boys. But the incessant ringing, luckly couldn't be heard over the pounding bass.
"I dont want to go Eddie..." Steve breathed quietly. His throat burned, and his fingers dug into Eddie's shoulders. His head of dirty brown waves curled into eddies neck.
Steve couldn't bring himself to turn the alarm off. The wail of the alarm better then its counter part, and the knowledge its time for him to leave.
As the ringing just keep going Steve held onto the sound, the ringing, as if it would give them more time together in this blissfull lie.
"I know steve, ...I know." Eddie sighed. His chest practically heaving at the motion, the breath shaky as his brain tore at itself.
Eddie needed to drown out the noise, the god damn ringing. His free hand tangled into Steve's perfect waves of hair, the rough calluses catching strands of hair but he couldn't care as his chin gently pressed against the top of Steve's hair, pressing a soft lingering kiss on his crown.
The urge to never leave was an all consuming drum unison to steves bleeding heart.
He was much content to wallow in Eddie's strong arms. But as all good things come to an end. Steve knew he had to pry himself from Eddie's arms.
It was slow work. lingering kisses as they untangled from each other's embrace. Soft prolonged touches, dragged down the hollow of Steve's shoulder blades, the curve of his spine, the soft fissures between muscles followed by quick pecks from Eddies chapped lips ,as Steve changed into his own cloths.
Reluctantly peeling off eddies warm cloths, that smelled just like his cheap cologne, weed, and cigarette smoke. Steve loved how it lingered in his hair but knew he was gonna have to wash the smell out of his hair as soon as he got home.
As the ringing built in its wailing symphony, it threaten to overpower "Master of Puppets" by Metallica. The ring graded on Eddie's nervous, anger steadily built before he snapped. Jabbing the off button on the alarm clock with just a wee bit more force then strictly necessary....
Steve leisurely pulled on his socks, sparing glances at Eddie like a kicked puppy. Eddie quietly chuckled, a smile threating at the corners of his mouth, as his fingers played with the silver rings on his fingers.
"Why do I have to go again?" Steve sighed dramatically, definitely not pouting, he would never pout.
"Uhhhh because, us together is kinda seen as unheard of." Eddie smirks sitting back against the head board, his hands folded above his head teasingly.
"Oh shut the hell up." Steve's words laced with thick, unbridled sass, as he glared at eddie as hard as humanity possible. Where was Jane when he needed her. Jeez.
Eddie shot an amused glance at Steve, both of them knew the answer. But Eddie, ever the chivalrous held back his hearty laughter.
Steve throw a pillow at Eddies chest feigning annoyance. Affection fluttered in his chest at eddies scrunched up, beautiful face.
"What the hell man!" Eddie scoffed as he glared at steve. He was no longer sitting against the head board. Eddie was closer, hunched over his elbows on his knees.
"Your an asshole." Steve scoffed playfully. Steves face subconscious lit up, love plasted all through out his facial expression.
"Im your asshole dummy." Eddie grinned, leaning closer to towards steve like a lion servaying its pray.
Steve scoffed beofre responding."of course you are, asshole." Steve leaned closer to Eddie pressing his warm lips into eddies chapped ones. His heart bursting with warm, and his fingers itch to tange into eddies hair but he knows he needs to go.
With a soft sigh Steve pulls back for Eddie. Beganing to slowly but his shoes on. Nike Cortez, one of the last gifts his grandma gave to him freshman year.
A smile threats at Steve's lips as eddies slim, calloused fingers gently traced the old scars caused by falling while trying to climb trees, from basketball falls, from all the fights hes been in.
"I love you harrington.." Eddie whispered despite the loud music drowning out their burning love from everyone else. Eddies body practically shoke with unbridled affection for the man sat in front of him.
He repressed the need to kiss steve, down his back, up his face, along the expanse of his stomach.
Steve looked behind his shoulder, away form the grueling task of tieing his shoes to flash a warm smile. "I love you too, Munson."
Steve pressed one last warm kiss into eddies cracked lips, his hands settled firmly on Eddies knee, their teeth threating to connect but both boys couldnt care.
Eddies throat closed as steve got up off of his bed, watched as each step seemed to burn steve. The way he kept looking back. They way steves fingers almost didn't grasp the handle as he looked back.
Tears threated at steves eyes as he sluggishly began the walk out of the trailer. It felt as lead began to weight down his limbs, his heart. But steve knew he needed to get back before anyone realized.
His feet pounded like death chimes against the trailer floor. The door shut with a sense of finality. Both boys hearts hurting as if the universe knew this was their last day together, in eachothers arms.
Steve felt Eddie's lingering gaze from the entrance of the trailer as he began his walk to his car in darkness.
Knew if he looked back Eddies side would be pressed against the side of the door, his lips in a thin, sharp line as his legs trembled from the anguish threating.
The 4 block walk back to his car was quiet, too quiet, he had made this walk to many times to count but the air felt hostile. The shadows jumped and reached out for Steve's ankles, nipping at his knees as if begging him to fall, to be caught.
His foot steps sounded to loud, as if he was wearing heavy work boots. He was wearing tennis shoes.
The air was to still. As if holding its breath. Waiting for danger, for pain, to be found out, to be gone.
A sense of deathing anxiety creeps up his spine. Somethings off, far off, his instincs are screaming at him to run, to flee far away.
But he knows its a bad a idea, so he speeds up just a bit, controls his breath, and stop his too loud beathing heart.
A humanoid figure watches from the tree line. With a mouth too big and a thin body.
Destiny had always planned for steve harrington to fight the demogorden at the bylers, had set up events meant to topple into eachother. But he didn't know that.
Just as Steven Harrington didn't know this was gonna be the last time seeing, and loving Edwin "Eddie" Munson untill 1986.
But for know he was a 16 year old boy in 1983, wishing he could be in his Eddies trailer listening to his annoying music.
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December 19, 2025 steve will go to the movie theater and hear the words his dead boyfriend said to him once in the bedroom of his broken down trailer, from a lady who is hated by everyone who watches the movie.
It will remind steve of him.
Of how he died because he couldn't go back, because everyone hated him.
Steve will go home sobbing, in the bed next to him will be filled by a women with curly dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes. They haven't been in love for years.
Steve dosent think they were ever in love.
Steve doesn't think was able to love anyone else.
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