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straighttothefics · 1 year

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The candle crackled between Steve and Eddie. The smoke flew up and twined together with the passing joint gently offered from fingers to fingers.

They were facing the sky, heads titled up to the stars and feet propped onto the rusted drum barrel. Eddie somehow always found these tiny pockets of peace around Hawkins, usually out in the open, with conveniently placed seats, whether they were dusty, halfway rotted picnic tables, fungi-ridden benches, or the hood of an empty car vessel.

Steve shifted on top of the orange rusted and slightly-too-small steel chair and moved his elbow over on their drum barrel table, leaning just a touch closer to Eddie, almost shoulder-to-shoulder. The music playing softly from the radio only allowed Steve to feel more of the... Eddie next to him.

"This song's pretty good." Eddie commented, nodding along to some underground tune on the radio.

"Mmhm." Steve hummed and pulled on the joint, only just tuned back in when he heard Eddie's voice. The haziness of their shared organic cigarette floated Steve's brain. Eyes squared on the stars, Steve passed the joint back to Eddie, whose fingertips brushed his own. Steve looked over and saw Eddie's eyes snapped back up from where they touched.

Then Eddie smiled, tongue out, kept his eyes on Steve's, and took a hit. Steve was afraid to let out his breath, afraid of dissipating this electricity zapping between them under the smoke, afraid of breaking this string of tension, and his whole body was crying for relief.

Just as he granted it to Steve, Eddie also took it away when his eyes returned to the stars, lips quirked up still, Cheshire-like, satisfied. Steve froze for one second more, then he reached over to punch Eddie's arm and sat back into his seat, a smile on his face as well.

"What?" Eddie said and laughed as he rubbed his arm, joint clipped between his pointer and middle finger.

"You gave me a look." Steve said and took the offered joint. He said nothing about the still-damp filter tip that touched his lips and he definitely didn't forget to pull after placing it there.

"What look?"

"You know." Steve gave Eddie the look.

Eddie's lips exploded into a huge smile and Steve thought the giggle that came after was slightly manic, but also cute. Eddie glanced up at him and Steve decided the giggle was definitely cute, and it made him smile back, feeling dopey and floaty and slow.

"You're so fucking high," Eddie laughed and took the joint from Steve, "I need to be where you're at."

The candle crackled and mingled with the music. It smelled like spring and dirt and burnt grass. Somewhere away from them, near the edges of the forest, a symphony of crickets sounded its song, seemingly in tune with the music frequency.

"I know I told you this already, during the whole Vecna thing," Eddie started and exhaled, "but it's hard to sink in that I'm smoking weed with Steve Harrington."

Steve huffed out a laugh, "I suppose... it is a bit shocking. For me, too."

"Dude, we're bonding. That's kinda... wow." Eddie full-on laughed.

"Yeah, it's really wow." Steve returned the sentiment.

Their joint was approaching the makeshift paper filter and they had a little game to finish it off. Eddie took a quick hit and passed it to Steve, who took a smaller pull and passed it back. They took turns taking micro-hits until the cherry burned Steve's fingertips. He put out the joint and was going to stick his fingers into his mouth, but Eddie was quicker and he led Steve's fingers over to his earlobe.

Eddie's earlobe was soft and chilly in a cozy way, like Steve'd want to feel that chill under a warm blanket on a rainy night. He rubbed the smooth plane of skin, surprisingly empty of piercings, considering who Eddie was.

"It's weird seeing you without piercings." Steve told Eddie.

"I've... never had piercings?"

"Yeah, I don't know," Steve furrowed his brows and chewed on his lip, "you'd look good with it."

"Thanks, Harrington." Eddie said and gave him the smile again. Steve pulled his hand away from Eddie's ears and stood up to stretch.

They were lit by moonlight and candle, and outside of their 2 feet radius circle, it was pitch dark, lest for the outline of Steve's car parked nearby.

Steve loved this time of night, embracing the cool air that allowed him to warm his hands in his pockets of his favorite coat, being able to witness something as bright and full and ethereal as the moon could make him fall in love with Hawkins, and lately, these nights meant bonding and smoking with Eddie.

The candle crackled between them and Steve looked up at the stars, feeling their shared gazes twining with each other among the diamond-dotted sky.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #steddie fic #by me #the idea is that i want them to live like regular teenagers #being normal and happy and silly and shit you know #oh and hi hello ive been lurking but i felt l ike writing tonight #might be a mini series cause im already drafting the second part lol #im still getting used to writing steddie so lmk if there's any characterization im not quite hitting?#might have written this while high who knows no one knows

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evieebun125 · 7 years

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Title: Crossing lines

Chapter: 4/?

Word count: 1111

Paring: Cherryberry

Warning: Violence,depression, domestic abuse

Read on A03: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10500864/chapters/24587067

Everything hurt.

That was the first thing he noticed, it was…….strange.

Not that he was in pain. Sans was used to pain, he rarely wasn’t in pain.

But…. He never was in this much agony when the world reset. He was always brought back to a time before it was fucked.

He cracked his eye sockets open, it was hard. They were gummy, caked with dried dust. After a moment of struggling to open in his eyes he finally managed it. Though it took all of the energy out of him.

Exhausted he took in as much of his surroundings as he could, he saw purple wallpaper and a big t.v. He felt unnerved, who in the underground had purple wallpaper? Certainly not anyone Sans or his boss knew.

Which meant he was in a perfect strangers house.

Great.

He struggled to move his head round, and only managed to flop his head sideways. Thankfully facing out from the couch.

The first thing he noticed was the monster by his side.

Said monster was a skeleton.

With strong looking bones, no scars were in sight and the skeleton appeared to be wearing very bright clothing.

He couldn’t see all of it but he could tell he was wearing a white t-shirt with some sort of purple-blue armor on top. Bright blue gloves and a handkerchief of some sort adored the skeleton. Arms were tucked under their head and their expression looked peaceful and eerie.

They had a grin on their face, something told Sans that the grin was not there by choice. He wondered if it was a common deformity among skeletons.

With his energy used up he began to drift out of consciousness, he hope that he wouldn’t wake up so he didn’t have to deal with this new threat.

He also knew the likely hood of that was very slim, after all he woke up once already.

With a weary sigh he drifted off back to sleep.

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When Sans woke up he was sore.

His back screeched at him for sleeping so awkwardly over the other skeleton, he slowly sat up his joints popping back into place, elevating some of the discomfort.

When he looked over to his skeleton patient he thought nothing had changed until he realized that his face was turned to the side.

Feeling slightly giddy he patted the skeleton gently on his left shoulder hoping to rouse him.

His skeletal patient let out a pained groan.

Eye sockets slowly opened, they were hazy and out of focus but Sans couldn’t help but be more excited.

Though he was excited he kept his voice calm and soft asking him,” Hey there bud, can you hear me?”

At first the skeleton didn’t respond and sans readied to repeat himself when a deep and tired voice answered him, “yea I c’n hear ya’” The voice was hoarse and weak. And a cough that racked his entire ribcage followed,

Sans fell to the man’s side, lifting him into a sitting position in order to give him an easier time of breathing. After the cough subsided he asked.” Man someone sure did a number on you. I found you out in the forest allll the way out by the ruins door, what were you doing out there?”

The skeleton in his arms let out a bark of laughter, bitter and weak, “m’a sentry out there, its m’job”

The words were gargled. Sans was sure he must have misheard him. Sans, his brother, and the dog patrol where the only sentries’ in Snowdin forest. He would have noticed another skeleton monster right away.

But he thought perhaps the man is confused, and meant he was a sentry coming to visit the town of Snowdin, it did happen here and there.

Rather than voicing his thoughts he simply nodded a long and asked him if he needed anything, the man scoffed and chuckled dryly.

“Drink” Sans gave him a nod, and he stood up and made his way into the kitchen, he was happy to find he still had plastic cups. He tried to keep them around for when Alphys visited she tended to break her silverware and Sans didn’t want to risk getting injured picking up glass.

Filling the cup with water he brought he back to the skeleton and helped him sip the water. He was careful to keep it slow, frustrating the injured man but he didn’t verbally complain.

After finishing most of the water Sans set it done on the floor beside him, with a gentle tone he said,” Alright bud, I took care of most of the damage when you were sleeping, but I need to take another look at your wounds.”

The injured man stared at him, he seemed baffled, and “Why are you helping me?” His voice was deep and stilled had a hoarse quality to it, but it was much clearer and stronger than before.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sans questioned back, giving the man a confused look, he asked, “Why wouldn’t I help an injured monster?”

He laughed, it was bitter and harsh, “What kinda world do you live in kid? In this world its kill or be killed, everyone knows that so drop the act and let me in on what’s really goin on round here”

Sans was taken back, and deeply confused. Where did this man live that the world lived by such harsh rules, “I live a world that is peaceful, our Queen is strong and demands that have hope and have a bright outlook on our future. I don’t know where you come from that the world would live by such and awful model but here in Snowdin we live and let live. You’re safe here.” He tried to give the skeleton and reassuring smile, but something awful was eating away at his gut.

“What’ya talkin bout the Queen left the King years ago, every kid knows that. Our King is harsh and cruel.” His tone had a shred of doubt in it.

The feeling in Sans gut grew.

They stared at each other for a long moment before Sans cleared his throat, “I feel as though we are on the wrong page. Allow me to start over, my name is Sans the Skeleton, I live here in Snowdin with my brother Papyrus, What is your name?”

The man stared at his with surprise written across his face, he said with a very unsure tone, “m-my name is Sans and I live with my Boss, Papyrus, head of the Royal Guard…..”

It seemed to dawn on them both at the same moment.

The both released a quiet “Holy shit…..”

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