"Sooo..."

"Sooo..."

"Oh, god," Steve gusts, already rolling his eyes. "What now?"

Eddie, the bastard, just grins. Steve hates how smug he looks right now. It's practically nauseating, the way his smile curves up like an evil cartoon character, his dimples cutting deep into the softness of his cheeks. For all of the things Eddie does to make himself look scary and mean, Steve can only see the boyish roundness of his face and the brattiness in his big, stupid eyes, and it's all annoying.

It makes Steve want to bite him, but last time he did that, Eddie had complained for a solid week, even though he bites Steve all the time.

"Sooo," Eddie drawls again, grinning with all his teeth on display like some stupid shark. "A little birdie told me—"

"I'll kill Robin dead. I'll shave her fucking eyebrows off."

"A little birdie TOLD ME," Eddie shouts over him, practically singing now. "That you said that I was the best thing to ever happen to you."

"I'll shave her whole damn head."

"Oh, baby," Eddie swoons, theatrical and awful, his smile a mile wide. He's so goddamn annoying. "You looove meee."

"I hate you, actually."

"Sweetheart, baby, darling, love of my life," Eddie says, draping himself over Steve's back, pressing his cheek to Steve's and rubbing their faces together like a fucking dog. "You're a terrible liar. Because you really, really looove meee."

"Shut up."

"I'm the best thing that has ever happened to youuu," Eddie sings into Steve's ear, hot breath on Steve's neck, and Steve's back straightens at the feeling. He can feel the rush of blood on his face. Eddie is so goddamn annoying!

"Shut up, Ed, I swear—"

"Because, you love meee—"

Steve gives into the impulse, turns his head into Eddie's and bites the first thing he can get his teeth around, which happens to be Eddie's cheek. Eddie squawks and digs his fingers into Steve's sides, which makes Steve yelp because it tickles.

Fifteen minutes later when Robin walks through the front door, they're still wrestling on the couch, tickling and giggling and cussing each other out. They don't notice her at all, not even when she turns right back around and leaves.

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Fireside

For @steddiemicrofic Feb

Promt: Edge : words 509. Rating : G

They're on the edge of something, have been for months now.

It started with a bottle to his neck and it's brought them here.

Bonfires burn away in the clearing, the changing of the guards passing from Hopper and Murry to them, with knowing looks from the latter.

That something growing between him and Eddie is as clear as day to anyone who cares to look.

Eddie sits close, the demobats skittering in the distance making them both alert to the ever present threat, the creatures rarely attack. It's not time for that, they stand guard of the rift, they watch. They wait.

Beside him Eddie stroked absentmindedly at his stomach, the scars always hurt when the weather turns. In the warmth and protection of the fire burning to ward off strays. The fire keeps them back, keeps them closer to the rift. There's too many to fight now.

The shadows have faces and all of the faces have teeth, chattering. Waiting.

Nobody walks the woods alone.

The scars run deeper than the surface.

This is when Steve finds Eddie in his space the most. Where the Something between them is the most obvious.

Steve reaches out, stilling the hand that irritates old wounds. Fingers twisting together as his eyes scan the perimeters, the bits the warmth of the fire doesn't reach. Skin warmed metal stills between the knuckles as Eddie squeezes once, twice, three times.

He's okay, he's fine, nothing to fear.

But Steve knows, deep in his bones, that the upside down wants Eddie back. Feels the way the demo creatures follow his scent on the air, chance there luck more often when Eddie is out on patrol.

They want back what Steve took from them.

But they can't have it.

Not now.

A shadow moves, grotesque petal shaped head sniffing at the air, its face turns towards Eddie. They both still as it rears, but it doesn't charge; it just opens its mouth as if tasting the spores that fall gently like decaying snow.

Steve instinctively pulls Eddie behind him, his trusty nail bat ready to swing if he needs to, gas to throw on the fire if that somehow fails.

( it never fails. He's gotten good at hitting them where it hurts and fast ) behind him Eddie's ready with his own lance. They move as one, as they rise from the bench, Eddie pressed as close to Steve as possible.

But the beast doesn't advance, it falls back, back into the shadows, one more curious sniff in the air before it sulks off.

“That's new.” Eddie mutters, eyes darting the lines for the next threat. When nothing moves for a few minutes they relax.

Steve does his checks. Eddie's still here, he's fine. Eddie slumps back into his side and Steve gets a lung full of his own aftershave wafting from Eddie as he finds his hand again.

Eddie smells like him.

Because they're on the edge of Something.

And the upside down doesn't get to have him before Steve finds out what.