idiot - steddie

Ten

We all walked up the concrete pathway to the corroded Wheeler House, Nancy was in front of us, and she was also the one to open the front door with a twist of her wrist and take a step inside the vine-infested home. Off of my first glimpse it was obvious that this house hadn't been kept to in a hot minute— obviously, with being in another dimension and all. My face twisted into a look of disgust as I shined a flashlight around, examining the thick branches that climbed up banisters and walls, and the thin ropes of vine that accompanied them. Eddie followed in after Robin, standing next to me and looking around in sync with my flashlight's beam. I walked into another openingad za, which led to what I supposed to be the dining room, but instead of a dining table— it wa sjust a pile of vines and weeds. My feet creaked the unstable floorboards as I tried my best to cover every square inch of this place in light.

"Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler." Robin commented, receiving a snort from Eddie beside me. Robin's lips perked up at the sides and she exposed her teeth inside a tight smile , raising her palm to him for a high five. He took the opportunity and slapped his hand against hers just as Nancy spoke up against the eerie silence filling the house after their brief interaction. "Come on. I don't wanna stay in here longer than we have to." The curly-haired girl said, placing her free hand on the wooden ball right above a vine on the banister leading to her upstairs, which, as suspected, was also filled to the brim with vines and goo. Robin shot me a look, then glanced over at Eddie, who had since turned around to look at the new and unimproved home. Then smiled and with a little wave of her fingers, was off to the upstairs, stomping up the hallway with each other, and Eddie still kind of just stood there. Watching me from the stairwell as I traversed deeper into the second version of the Wheeler house towards the kitchen.

Once I heard the door slam behind Robin and Nancy upstairs, their voices cascading into the room along with it, Eddie turned to me with a certain look in his eyes that made me a bit scared of what he could be capable of in that moment.

"Are we gonna talk about it?" He asked, and I turned around, spooked to see that he was still behind me. Since I had gradually assumed that he went upstairs with the other two girls.

I cocked an eyebrow after I processed his question, though— I had a slight feelings that I knew what he could be talking about. But it was a long shot, considering Eddie Munson is known to be full of surprises. "Talk about what?" I asked skeptically, watching as Eddie stepped over a creeping vine that sprawled itself out over the floor just beside the foot of his shoe. His face hardened, and a glare came straight from his eyes to mine, like a laser beam burning through me. "Steve, Steve, Steve." He reminisced, taking another forward step towards me, his body weight causing creaks to come from the floor we were standing on even more. His dark brown hair had been pulled behind his ears, leaving only his bangs and a single curly strand to cover his eyebrows, the dim lighting made him look beautiful, with his plumped lips and chest tattoos that had been exposed due to his shirt being wrapped around my waist asa shitty bandage. His loose silver bracelet rubbed against his bony wrist as he walked towards me. "Always acting so oblivious to the things that are so obvious." He took another step in my direction. His foot just barely missing a branch beneath him.

I gulped, "Just spit it out Munson." I muttered, which loosened his face up a bit enough to the point where he let out an airy laugh, his smile lines evident across his face. "Ahh, where should I start.." He looked above him at the ceiling, where a dull light was resting on the infested ceiling. "You staring at me with a shirt off, choosing to holding my hand, literally grabbing me by the chest and pulling me closer to you? I don't know.. it all seems a little off to me, considering you're the 'token straight' of Hawkins High." He gestured his hands around him and he took another step towards me, only a vine's length away from me. I looked away from him, taking a shallow step back towards the wall behind me. My back hit it with a hard smack, and I quaffed.

"Was the token straight."

Eddie's eyebrows raised and he looked me up and down with a slick smirk finding its way onto his face. He finally stepped over the vine, as if crossing over his territory into a war zone. The warzone that is my quick tongue. "Was?" He asked, meeting me eye-to-eye and slowly grabbing my shoulder and pushing my just before a wall, a wall that was coincidentally not covered in goo or vines.

I opened my mouth, and no words came out, just a hushed breath that blew its way across Eddie's dirt-caked face. I stared at him, my chest rising and falling quicker and quicker with each passing moment he was in front of me, his face barely inches from mine. He set a hand on my chest, pushing me against the beige wallpaper with awfully light force, due to my injuries.

Eddie traced a cold finger against my jawline, leading that same finger to my chin, which he tilted up towards him, his lips curved into a winged smirk. "I had no idea that King Steve would be such a bitch for me." He whispered, close to my ear. He removed his head away from my neck, and I hesitantly looked up at him, lust filling out every single emotion in my body once I saw the hungry look on his face. His breath pressed against my lips, causing heat to rise inside the lower pit of my stomach, rising and growing like a tornado. I whimpered. Fucking whimpered. Eddie smirked ear-to-ear, slipping his teeth out of his lips. "God, such a sight." He said, his eyes over analyzing me.

"Shut up and kiss me, you asshole." I said through gritted teeth.

Eddie smiled, "Gladly."

Suddenly, I heard a voice behind us, and my neck immediately snapped towards the source. I expected to see Robin or Nancy emerge from behind the staircase, but to no avail. Eddie pulled away from me, removing the hand that was on the wall above me and putting it in his hair, rubbing the top of his head awkwardly. It felt weird losing his breath against me, but there was something wrong about the situation we were facing with the mysterious voice.