Ignore me for a second as I air my grievances about a common sentiment I’ve heard in stv spaces
Shane is not for the people who have saviours complexes, he’s for me. He’s for the people who feel like they’ve never been *seen* by anyone, the burnouts, the sad loners in their messy rooms, etc.
He’s a wreck, but he’s deserving of companionship.
I didn’t choose him because I “could fix him”, I chose him because I see myself in him
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“make him pay.”
words — 587 | rating — teen & up
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based on the prompt sentence, “If you die, I’m gonna kill you,” by @writinginstardust, which you can find here
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They're standing outside of the Munson's trailer, huddled in a group. Robin, Nancy, and Steve on one side, facing Eddie and Dustin. Thunder rolls in the atmosphere around them, and it's their final destination before they go to try and kill Vecna.
The air is musky and stinks like nasty ass mildew, it's fucking freezing, Steve can't feel his goddamn fingers, and now, he has to say goodbye to Eddie and Dustin and turn his back. Be the strong man, the big man, and walk away.
It's hard to do.
Steve makes sure to put his best into the little speech he prepared to Robin before all of this.
"Don't try and be cute, or be a hero, or something," he huffs, looking at Eddie. "You guys are just—decoys."
Dustin nods along with Steve while he's talking, and Steve imagines that's just like how he does when he's in class. He loves that kid with every bone in his body.
Eddie smiles weakly, his dimples not popping like they normally do. His smile doesn't meet his eyes, and Steve's chest aches in a bad way.
Steve goes to turn away as he gives Eddie and Dustin one last look, but he hears Eddie's voice ring out behind him and gives into the weakness crawling up the knobs of his spine.
"Hey, Steve?"
Eddie's eyes are squinted, his head is tilted ever-so-slightly, and there's a determined set to his jaw.
He looks down, eyes darting around, facing towards the hard dirt ground, avoiding eye contact with Steve. Then he glances back up, weary as ever.
"Make him pay," Eddie mutters out, and the mask he always wears to hide how he feels is now withering away. Steve can see it in his face.
Steve nods, goes to walk away, then pauses. Stands there for a second, maybe a minute, weighing his choices, and decides, fuck it.
He heads straight toward Eddie, grabs the open sides of his jacket, and pulls him close, pressing his mouth to Eddie's.
"If you die, I’m gonna kill you, Munson," Steve mumbles against his lips, hot breath passed between them in their small shared space.
Eddie cups his face delicately, like Steve will break if he's not too careful with him, and nods. "I promise, you'll see me after this, Stevie. You can hate me for as long as you live if I don't come back."
Steve pulls away, nudges his nose against Eddie's, and grins. "As if I could ever hate you, Eds."
Eddie chuckles, and his eyes crinkle, and those devistatingly cute dimples pop out, and Steve feels so giddy inside.
Robin clears his throat behind him, and Steve gives him a knowing smile, playfully rolling his eyes.
"Guess that's my cue. I'll see you soon, Eddie."
Eddie pulls his grimy hands away from Steve's face, and gives him one last peck, soft and sweet.
"See you."
Steve nods, and Eddie nods back, winking, and his smile is still present on his beautiful face.
When they see each other again, Steve wraps Eddie in the biggest hug, spinning him around in circles all while kissing him as long as he can.
They made it out alive, Eddie's safe and unscathed, and Steve can't believe his luck. Maybe the universe isn't so cruel.
"You kept your promise, huh, baby?"
Eddie smiles so widely Steve feels like he might already be falling in love. "'Course I did, sweetheart."
His southern twang comes through while speaking, and Steve kisses him again.
And again, and again, and again.
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