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annaphoenix1994 · 1 year

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It's a Win

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Simon has been the master at your prank wars throughout your relationship, but this time, you get a win of your own.

"You may have won the battle, but you didn't win the war."

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Simon was one to handle his post-deployment stress in different ways. Surprisingly to you, it was rare that he would shut down and isolate himself. He spoke about his time deployed openly when it was brought up, but never seemed to be too bothered by it.

It was no surprise that Simon had a very morbid sense of humor that he shared with Soap. You two could joke about things, but you couldn't participate in the war jokes he and Soap would talk about as you simply didn't understand.

To cope with this, Simon and Soap turned to gaming online. You would giggle when hearing him cuss at his comrade through a headset, playing (you guessed it!) war games. Both Simon and Johnny could be online playing for hours it seemed like, but they only scheduled time to join online on days where you would either have to go to work early the next morning or on Sunday night.

He did this because he would fall asleep at later hours of the night and wouldn't want to keep you awake by his restlessness.

You two were on a friendly prank kick recently, Simon planning you recently by hiding in the hallway and shooting you with a confetti gun when you got home from work late one night. "This means war, babe." You laughed.

"I like the sound of that."

"Bet."

That was a week ago, so you figured you'd try to catch him off guard and let him simmer on the thought of when you'd strike.

Although if he were to be honest, he didn't care. He knew you couldn't catch him off guard, but he didn't have the heart to tell you that. Playing pranks on each other made you happy and he continued to feed into your satisfaction.

You were afraid to do the prank you had compiled, even reaching out to Soap for his approval as you were afraid he'd shut down at the sound of the firecrackers and get mad at you. After Soap's approval as well as the comment of it "being funny as fuck," you decided to continue.

Getting your equipment together, you had decided to put a few firecrackers into a pot and igniting them, although you had to find a way to sneak up on him.

Then you remembered that Simon wore a headset while gaming with Soap.

Making your way up the stairs, you forced yourself to hide a laugh as you heard Simon cussing at Soap over the headset. "Soap, what the fuck are you doin? How the fuck did you survive the last tour?!"

You entered the room that Simon used as his office and gaming room, seeing that the light was off and he was in an *intense* gunfight with enemy fire.

"Oy, you're the one who can't hit a moving target!" You heard Soap recoil back.

"Saved your ass didn't I?" Simon spat back, his focus hard on the game before him.

"Away n' bile yer head!" Soap scoffed.

"Speak fuckin' English, MacTavish."

"Sorry, sir, let me translate: go fuck yourself."

"Much better."

You two banter like a married couple, you thought as you set the pot of firecrackers right behind the desk chair he used as a gaming chair.

Looking up to see that he was still focused on the screen, you lit the fuse and hurried back on your feet, covering your ears as you stood next to the wall as they went off.

The headset flew off of Simon's head as he threw the controller and ducking to the floor, the military instinct never leaving him as he looked like he was taking cover. "What the fuck?!" He shouted.

You laughed after seeing that he wasn't mad at the prank, but mad that he got scared and was put in a vulnerable state in front of you. He lay on his back, fighting a smirk as he knew he had to eat his words when it came to you proving him wrong. "You sneaky little bastard." He huffed.

"Told you I'd get you!"

"That you did."

You giggled as you set the pot aside, letting the smoke settle as you sat in his place in the chair and grabbing the headset, "Johnny?"

"Ghost? Your balls disappear?"

"No, but I got myself a win."

You heard Soap laugh over the mic, "Never thought I'd see the day!"

You smirked as you looked down at him, seeing the playful glare he was shooting you. "Still at war, yeh?"

"Oh, no," He shook his head. "You may have won the battle, but you didn't win the war."

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prankvids · 8 months

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SMOKING CIGARETTE PRANK ON BOYFRIEND!! *HE LEAVES ME*

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viejospellejos · 2 years

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Los filtros los carga el diablo

#video #sfw #lol #xd #humor #fail #wtf #omg #lmao #funny #fails #filtro #filter #filters #filtros #novio #boyfriend #prank #pranks #broma #bromas

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spidertroupeart · 3 months

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Heyyyyy, it's meeeeeee

#donutarts #undertale #grillby #i posted this in a server eith a few friends #and it lead to a discussion with my boyfriend about fancy ketchup bottles #which lead into me learning what pruno is #thanks google #but real talk #after learning about pruno grillby would definitely try it #if anything as a prank toward sans #“try this :) it's ketchup wine :)”#terrible.

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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prank gone wrong (viral!) (steddie)

Eddie’s been someone’s dirty little secret before.

He’s got a type, okay? Unfortunately hot jocks are often the type of asshole to get sucked off behind the bleacher and then turn around and spit in his face about it. Going right back to their friends to talk shit about what a freak Eddie is, never mind the fact that his mouth still tastes like their nasty fucking jizz. He’s used to it by now. Used to people who pretend they barely know each other. He’s not asking they parade their relationship for the whole town to see, just someone who doesn’t pretend they’re strangers. Is that too much to ask?

He’s so fucking stupid. He really thought this time would be different.

Steve Harrington barreled into his life like a goddamn train and Eddie’s been derailed ever since.

The first time he met Steve he was six. Eddie still lived with his mom, and she took him to the park, where he met a little boy who wrinkled his nose and told him he smelled bad. Steve does not remember this, and turned red with mortification the first time Eddie told him

After that incredible hit to baby Eddie’s self-esteem, they didn’t interact much, existing on the periphery of each others lives. He figured it didn’t matter. Harrington was a year under him, and a douche besides. Was ready to leave town from the moment he learned to walk. As soon as he graduated, he could finally get the hell out of this place and never think about the assholes he went to school with again.

His mom leaves. His dad gets arrested. He moves in with his Uncle Wayne, who only has one bedroom in his trailer and won’t take no for an answer when he gives it to Eddie.

Eddie doesn’t graduate.

(Harrington comes back to school different after Byers beats him up. Eddie doesn’t notice. He’s got bigger things to worry about.)

They don’t talk in Eddie’s second run of senior year either. He hears the gossip, sees him come to school with stitches in his forehead and no girlfriend. Still, it’s none of his damn business. He rolls his eyes at the rumors and stays far away from Billy Hargrove.

Steve Harrington graduates. Eddie doesn’t.

And this is where his careful distance falls apart.

It’s the mall’s fault of course. What isn’t? Businesses closing down, rent going up, his resolve crumbling. All over some fucking ice cream. God, Eddie should have just turned around. Left the store and the mall and the entire damn town behind.

He’s aware he’s being melodramatic, but in his defense he’s queer in Indiana. He has a right to be.

Anyways, the point is that Eddie saw Harrington’s little blue shorts and red lips and cannot be held responsible for what happened after.

(They fucked. That’s what happened. They fucked, and kept fucking, and then after the mall burned down Steve showed up on his doorstep with suspiciously placed bruises and his coworker and looked at Eddie with pleading eyes. He didn’t even bring Robin home to her parents like a sensible person, just insisted on having her there because they were a package deal now and couldn’t be separated. Like puppies, Robin said when he looked at her. Last he checked, she wanted to bite Steve’s head off, and now they were attached at the hip?

He got used to it quickly. He had to. She comes on half their dates. Steve’s lucky he’s so cute.)

Now, nearly five months after Steve served him ice cream for the first time, he feels his heart shatter in the Hawkins High parking lot.

“Harrington,” Dustin shouts, and it carries across the empty lot. Steve’s head jerks up and he waves, Robin standing beside him. “Steve, c’mere!”

Steve tilts his head. “What?”

“Come. Here.” Dustin repeats, enunciating clearly. Mike and Lucas look at him like he’s insane. So do Gareth, Jeff, and Chuck.

Steve, who is standing a mere 20 feet away, turns to Robin and says something that makes her snort. Eddie can practically hear his bitchy murmur.

“Is that Harrington’s girlfriend?” He hears Gareth ask. He has to swallow his laughter.

“Yes,” Dustin says.

“No,” Mike corrects.

“He won’t admit anything, but he always has a bunch of hickies and stuff after hanging out with her,” Lucas clarifies, because half the time when Steve says he’s hanging out with Robin he's actually with Eddie. The fact that Robin is usually still there is irrelevant. Marking up his boyfriend is one of his favorite pastimes. He refuses to let his boyfriend’s “soulmate” get in the way just because she refuses to sleep in one of the Harrington’s fancy guest rooms like a normal person unless he kicks her out. The way they both pout at him for it is fucking ridiculous. He ends up giving in half the time, and then lies awake and cold on the very edge of the bed because Robin starfishes her way across the rest and Steve is a blanket hog.

The first time he tried giving Steve a hickey as some kind of dominance move for privacy, Robin stared him dead in the eye and didn’t back down.

“I can do that too,” she said, and promptly bit Steve on the shoulder. Steve, who was shirtless and already slightly dazed from Eddie’s ministrations, let out an honest to God squeak. Like a dog toy. Eddie and Robin both stared at him before breaking into loud cackles that had a blushing Steve yelling at them before finally burrowing under the covers and refusing to come out. Needless to say, Eddie didn’t get laid that night.

“Harring-ton,” Dustin whines.

“I’m literally right here. You come here.”

He did, if only to grab Steve by the wrist and drag him to where everyone else was standing. Steve squawks. “When we’re late for dinner with Ma, I’m telling her it was your fault—“

“I want you to meet everyone!”

“I went to school with them!”

“Yeah, but they think you’re still a dick,” he says, as if they’re not standing right there. Steve is similarly engrossed in their conversation, not even noticing that Dustin’s stopped walking.

“They can think whatever—“ he walks right into Eddie and lets out a startled oof. Eddie, who let it happen, catches him as he flails.

“Well hello to you too,” he says, not bothering to hide his amusement.

Steve looks at him with wide eyes, gaze dropping down to his lips before whirling around and snapping, “Henderson!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“I didn’t do anything,” Lucas mimics under his breath, ducking behind Steve when Dustin turns around with the fury of a thousand suns in his eyes.

He just stands there, hands on his hips as the kids bicker around him.

“Oh, so now we can talk?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, brow furrowed like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s talking about.

Eddie can’t help but laugh, a sharp sound that makes Steve jump. “What do you think it means, Harrington? You never want to talk to me in front of the kids! Don’t want to dirty your hands with the Freak in public, I guess.”

“I…what are you talking about?”

[no talkie henderosn]

“What?” His eyes get wide, panicked, as he reaches for Eddie. “Eddie, that’s not—you have to know that’s not what I meant by that. I never meant it like that!”

“Then how did you mean it?”

Steve mumbles something he can’t make out.

“Speak up, sweetheart.” It comes out mean, he knows it does, but he’s feeling a little mean right now. Lashing out like a wounded animal just because his boyfriend didn’t want to talk to him in public.

Actually, when he puts it that way, he remembers he’s justified.

Steve says something again, still incomprehensible. Eddie rolls his eyes. “If you can’t stop mumbling, I’ll just leave.”

That does the trick. “I thought we were playing a prank on Henderson together!”

Eddie gapes at him. “What?”

“I thought,” he repeats, running an anxious hand through his hair, “we were pretending not to know each other to mess with the kid. Eddie, baby, you’ve gotta know I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known you were hurting. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t I…” This can’t be real. He’s been agonizing for months, and for what? A prank? Just some stupid, shitty prank Steve thought he was in on? He’s going to jump off the quarry. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have had so much fun with that!”

“I thought you knew!”

“How would I have known? I can’t read your mind!”

“You can sometimes,” he says, pouting. Eddie wishes they weren’t in the middle of an argument, he wants to kiss those lips so bad.

He groans into his hands. “It’s significantly easier to tell when your boyfriend wants to fuck than it is to read ‘Hey, let’s play a prank on this twelve year old,’ on someone’s face, sweetheart.”

“I guess,” Steve huffs. Then his face softens. Eddie lets himself be drawn in by the wrist, helpless in the face of his sweet smile. “We can stop,” he promises, swaying in close enough for his breath to ghost across Eddie’s lips. “We could walk into Hellfire tomorrow holding hands, if you wanted to. Anything you want, just say the word.”

“How would we walk into Hellfire? It’s at your house.”

Steve pinches him for that.

#prank gone wrong (viral!) au #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #steddie #i Did not end up writing the actual scene where Steve decides to prank Dustin by pretending to hate eddie #But just so you know he looks at Eddie and raises his eyebrows and in Eddie’s mind he’s asking how they should play this #in Steve’s mind he’s asking a series of convoluted questions that end ideally end with Dustin ripping his hair out in frustration #Steve I’m sorry but you need to use your WORDS your boyfriend things you HATE HIM #this goes from pre-s4 to post-s4 btw #Featuring stobin being weird as fuck friends bc I feel like they would Not Be Separated for the first couple of months after Starcourt #Eddie just has to deal with that #He’s also being dramatic they eased up eventually. enough for Robin to give them space to get their rocks off anyway

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weewoow-20706030 · 12 days

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I need TimBerKon but it's just Tim trying to set up his boyfriends with each other.

#I just need Tim.to look at his boyfriends and think: they would get along really well. If only they...#then que Tim trying more and more elaborate plans to get them both to fall for eachother.#like a cheezy romcom #Even better!#Kon and Ber do fall for eachother but they realize what Tim is doing so they pretend to be dense and they stage a big fight to prank Tim #lmao. wait! yk tomadatchi life????#where one resodent sets the others up??? thats so Tim with Ber and Kon #tim drake #dc #red robin #konber #kon kent #timberkon #kon el kent #superboy #bernard dowd

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maplemaplemaplemaplemaple · 18 days

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it is me the maple im sasha posting yes it is me typical maple yes yeah! oboy!

#TRICKED YOU!! its ME maple boyfriend i drew this and posted this!! got you!! prank #follow me instead of my girlfriend thanks #psychonauts #sasha nein

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heejayy · 2 years

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Wake up my boyfriend’s here!

Warning • slight swearing

Genres • crack

Pairing • Jean, Eren, Reiner, Armin, Erwin, Levi x Black Reader

A/n: I’m like 3 followers away from 1,000….WHAT?! 😭😭

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Jean

“Yo Jean, get up! You gotta go my boyfriend is coming!” You slapped his arm abruptly waking him up.

“Huh?! Who?” He looked around and then realized what you were doing “nice try now go back to bed!”

“Damn…it was worth a shot.” You shrugged as he pulled you back down on the bed to continue your nap.

Eren

“Aye! Aye! Get up! My boyfriends here! You have to leave!” You whispered yelled shaking Erens sleeping body.

He slowly opened his eyes sitting up to give you a blank stare. Then a smirk spread on his lips “he can join us if he’d like. If not just go back to sleep.” You groaned as he rolled over ignoring you.

Reiner

“Reiner! My boyfriends on his way you gotta go!”

“Boyfriend? You- you’re cheating on me?”

“No?- Yeah…” you answered sheepishly.

“I just can’t believe you— would think I’d fall for such bull. Y/n if you don’t take your ass on somewhere.”

“Rude…”

Armin

“Armin baby you gotta go, he’s on his way back.”

“Who?” Asked a sleepy Armin.

“My boyfriend.”

“Mmm…ok tell him I said hi” he waved you off as he turned back to rest.

Erwin

“Babe come on and get out you gotta go my boyfriends on his way—“ He interrupted your sentence by grabbed your cheeks squeezing them pulling your face closer to his.

“Finish that sentence I dare you” you gulped.

“Never mind…” you squeaked out.

“Mmh that’s what I thought, now if you don’t mind let me get back to my workout” he gave you a peck on the lips with a sweet smile. You knew you were in for it later.

Levi

“Get up, get ready my boyfriends on the way here!”Your sudden outburst was met with complete silence.

“Levi!”

Silence.

“Levi?”

Snores.

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#aot memes #aot crack #jean kirschstein x black reader #levi x black reader #aot x black reader #reiner braun #erwin headcanons #aot headcanons #tiktok #tiktok boyfriend prank #connie aot #aot modern au #aot masterlist #eren yeager x black reader #armin x black reader #levi aot

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artiststarme · 11 months

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Another Bad Day

Based on a prompt given by @mysticcrownshipper. I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you like it! Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Steve was content. He didn’t want to jinx himself but he was pretty happy. He had his friends, he was dating Eddie, and his brother was back in his life with his super cool boyfriend too. What wasn’t he to like about that?

It was just another evening at the Harrington house and he was relaxing on one end of the couch while Phil and Dio were at the other end. They were cuddling and playing footsie together like Steve would've been with Eddie had he invited him over. But subjecting Eddie to the mustachioed protectiveness of his older brother sounded less like a relaxing movie night and more like inviting a lamb into a lion’s den. Guaranteed homicide.

He didn’t know how Dio convinced him and Phil to watch Halloween again but they were both terrified at the events happening on-screen, jumping at every scary moment. Steve was not a fan of scary movies, especially having lived through a horror series himself. As such, he was gripping a pillow tight and squeezing his eyes shut through every jumpscare. No way was he getting another heart attack, no thank you.

At a particularly scary scene that he could sense even with his eyes squeezed tight, Steve jumped and let out a scream of shock. To his further surprise and horror, he heard a gasp come from the hallway behind him. This only prompted him to scream more and plunge his head underneath his blanket as if that would protect him from whatever dangerous home invader was creeping behind him.

“Son of a biscuit,” he heard Phil curse as he stumbled to turn on the lights. With a few more grunts and bumps, the lights flickered on and Steve slowly poked his head out of the safety of the blanket.

When the lights came on however, he saw something much more frightening than any home invader or murderer. Instead, he saw their parents. Martha Harrington was literally clutching her pearls as she stood glaring at them all in distaste and Richard Harrington was fuming behind her where he held their luggage. Poor Dio paused the movie and stood in the center of the living room looking the most out of place as he’d ever been.

“Steven, I see you continue to disappoint us. Not only are you lounging around like a child but you’re also keeping distasteful company.” Martha scowled at him with her eyes narrowed in disgust.

He shrunk at her words and looked away. His parents always knew how to bring him down and ruin his night. It was disappointing but oddly comforting in its continuity.

“See your guests out and make sure they don’t come back. You’re enough of a disappointment as it is, we don’t need them further tarnishing your reputation. And ours,” His dad sneered at him.

“You fucking dick! You don’t get to talk to him like that. You and mom haven’t been home in ten goddamn months and you think you have the right to tell Steve who he can and can’t hang out with? Fuck you.” Phil hissed at them both, his face red with fury and his mustache twitching with barely contained rage.

Richard’s face reddened to match and he shoved an accusing finger right in Phil’s face. “You shouldn’t even be here! We washed our hands of you years ago and yet you still come around to harass us. How pathetic are you?”

Phil flinched back but quickly regained his composure. “Oh, you think I’m pathetic? You’re the one that kicked me out for ‘being a bad influence on Steve’ when I joined the police force. Now you’re screwing your secretary and dragging mom all around the country for supposed business trips. Who’s really the pathetic one, Dick?”

Richard raised his hand to swing at Phil but his wrist was grabbed by a silently fuming Dio. “Don’t touch him or I will sever every one of your fingers and feed them to you. Back away.”

“Who the hell even are you? What are you doing in my house?” Steve’s dad turned his anger to Dio instead but he was only met with an unimpressed look in response.

“Trying to watch a fucking movie, Dick.”

Steve’s mom spoke up then and moved a hand to Richard’s shoulder to hold him back. “Phil, you are no longer my son or a part of this family. That means that you can’t come into our house and you can’t associate with Steven.”

“Fuck you, Martha! You want to accuse us of being disappointments and bad sons and whatever the fuck else you say but it’s really you two that are the disappointments. You’re bad fucking parents and I hope you rot in hell.” With that, Phil grabs his jacket and storms outside. It’s all too reminiscent of the first time he left, years prior, when it was followed by a loatheful silence between the brothers. It left Steve feeling unmoored, frazzled in a way he couldn’t remember ever feeling.

There’s silence in the living room for a moment where his parents, Dio, and Steve stand around looking at each other before Richard sighs and glares at him.

“Look what you’ve done, Steven. Your mother and I are exhausted after our trip and we had to come home to this ludicracy. Ridiculous.”

“Yeah alright. Steve, come with me. You can stay with us for a while instead of staying here with these assholes. Go pack a bag and we’ll get going,” Dio told him, softly pushing at his shoulder.

“Excuse me-” His mother tried to protest.

“You’re excused. Go ahead, Steve.”

~*~*~*~

Steve spends the night at Phil’s and Dio’s, sleeping in the guest room and ignoring the woeful glances Phil sent to him. He had no interest in rehashing anything with his brother and a strong urge to ignore everything that had happened in order to move on.

When an acceptable hour in the morning came, Steve got himself dressed and left the house. He was off of work that day but his plans of sleeping in were thwarted. He couldn’t believe that his parents had come home after so long without any notice or that they’d obliterated Phil right in front of him again like the first time hadn’t been enough. Most of all though, he was surprised that Phil and Dio had stuck up for him. No one had ever defended him from his parents before and Steve really didn’t know how to handle that.

He continued about his day as if his parents’ return hadn’t shaken him to his core. He returned a few tapes to Family Video, hit the grocery store to pick up some snacks, and went to Melvald’s to get his migraine prescription. Steve ignored how every loud noise made him flinch and how every person in his peripheral vision appeared to be his dad seeking him out for revenge.

Eventually, he decided to stop pretending to be a functioning member of society and to seek out the comfort of his friends instead. He went from the Melvald’s parking lot directly to the Wheeler’s basement where nearly everyone was already congregated.

“Oh-ho-ho Steve, nice of you to join us. We’ve been calling your house all day, dude. Where have you been?” Eddie asked him haughtily as soon as he came in.

“I was running some errands. Here’s some snacks for you guys,” Steve said, dumping all of the chips and candy out on the coffee table. He plopped himself to the floor at the foot of one of the arm chairs and watched his friends attack the offerings like a kettle of vultures.

“Thank god you’re rich, Steve. We were starving,” Lucas told him and patted his knee.

“You mean thank god for his rich parents. They probably gave him an allowance and he wasted it on food. Loser move, Steve,” Mike sneered at him.

"Hey, Steve isn't a loser! He just doesn't apply himself," Dustin weakly defended.

Steve just looked at them all as they laughed at him trying to do a nice thing. Nothing he ever did was enough for anyone. He would always be a disappointment to his parents, a burden for his brother, and a loser to the group of friends that meant everything to him. What was the point in even trying anymore?

He didn’t realize it but sometime during his thought process, his breaths had become labored. His chest was tight and his face was turning red from lack of air.

“Steve? Steve, are you having a panic attack? Everything is okay, you just have to breathe,” Eddie spoke to him gently before turning to the kids. “Look what you guys did! You should know not to talk about his parents, dipshits! Call Officer Callahan or Hopper, shit, call Robin. Just do something other than gawking at him!”

Steve couldn’t breathe. The panic was clawing at his throat and it felt like he was back in the lake being dragged into Hell by the demon tentacles. Then not only was he obsessing over his parents in town and what the Party thought of him but he was also agonizing over the phantom pain in his sides and the suffocating pain around his neck.

“Steve, stop clawing at your neck, that’ll make it worse. Calm down, wherever your mind went, you’re not there. You’re with me, Eddie, in the Wheeler’s basement. Don’t you smell the stank of dirty socks and Mike? Come back to me.”

“That’s uncalled for-”

“Wheeler, shut the hell up before I make you. Stevie, you’re okay.”

Steve doesn’t know how long he was in his state of panic stuck in his head but he started coming out of it when he heard his brother’s frazzled voice.

“Steve?! Steve, where are you? Where is he, where’s my brother?” He could literally hear the emotions in his voice and picked his head up a little bit to look for him.

“Steve! Hey, it-it’s Phil. I don’t know why you’re panicking but if any of these bitchasses did anything, I will arrest them and give them a juvenile record. Just say the word, little bro. You’re okay,” he comforted in the only way he knew how (threatening children).

With enough of his… unconventional words of comfort, Steve was able to pull himself from the throes of panic and slump ungracefully into his arms. Everyone present fell back on their haunches and let out a sigh of relief. Eddie pulled one of Steve’s hands onto his own lap whether to offer his own comfort or be comforted from the no-doubt horrific sight of Steve choking on air.

They’d have to talk about what triggered him to have a panic attack eventually, probably after Phil lectured them and Robin got off of work to rip them a new one once she heard what happened. But they would discuss it and how ungrateful the kids had been to have snacks delivered at their feet precisely when they wanted them. But for now, Steve would hold hands with Eddie and lay his head against his brother’s chest in the longest, yet least awkward, hug they’d ever had.

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