Dustin watches Eddie's face as everyone else giggles. He's retained his typical intimidating smirk for much of this encounter, but as Steve stumbles through his fictional seduction, Eddie's eyes soften. His smirk slowly turns to a small grin.
“Didn't Wizard Romeo and Juliet both die?” he asks, in that same low, grumbly voice he always loves to use for big scary bad guys. The effect is jarring.
“Well, yes, but… they loved each other first,” Steve says, oddly sincere. “I think love is worth the risk. Wouldn't you agree? And then, uh, I'm gonna take off my helmet and, like—” Steve tosses his hair, shaking it out dramatically and running a hand through it afterward to fix any wayward strands.
"Ew,” Mike says.
Nancy presses a hand over her mouth, but it does nothing to hide her smile. Usually, this is the point where Eddie would make them all roll initiative. Dustin has his D20 ready. But Eddie smiles. Eddie fucking smiles, and not in that maniacal way he does before siccing something horrific on them, he fucking beams, and says, "You're gonna scrape your neck on his mace doing that, just so you know."
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
22 Jun 2022
It was suddenly unbearably hot—but that was just the weather, Steve told himself as he bent his neck to look at Eddie.
“Now,” Eddie started, his hand falling with solemnity on Steve’s thigh to underline the importance of what he was about to say. “Do I look like someone who might enjoy listening to a single note of Dancing Queen? Please, be honest, because if the answer is yes, I need to make drastic changes to my appearance.”
yet another fic in which Steve Harrington has to come to terms with his bisexuality
Steve gets drunk and wants to see his boyfriend, Eddie. He finds himself interrupting a game of Dungeons and Dragons, which Eddie pauses to take care of Steve.
“You fought a bunch of demon bats with your guitar in a hell version of our town, but me not being a total dick is still what’s earth-shattering to you?”
“Yeah, but Satan willing, I’m never gonna see those bats again,” Eddie said, crossing himself backwards, cigarette smoldering between his fingers. “You, I might be keeping around.”
[five conversations by the water]