Coping || STEDDIE

Glass Closet

(edit 4 hours after posting: CHOOSE A NUMBER ONE OR TWO, THIS DETERMINES THE ENDING OF THE FIC. CHOOSE WISELY)

The next morning Steve is the first to stir, he places a hand on what he assumes is the floor and pushes himself up. But he hears a soft grunt and looks down in horror to see he is literally suffocating Eddie.

"Shit- Sorry Munson." Steve says groggily as he sits to the side taking his hand off Eddie's chest.

He moves slowly, pushing the blanket off of his legs and standing. His back was aching from sleeping on the floor, and he could tell he didn't smell the best because his clothing was now two days old and smelled of stale weed. "You're all right sweetheart." Eddie murmured, his voice a deep rumble. Steve had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep his gasp him, he had never heard Eddie's voice like that. And by god it was the hottest thing he ever heard.

"Imma go see if Nance is up." Steve says scrambling up off the pallet, suddenly very awake.

"Mkay." Eddie rumbled, his eyes still shut and his body reclined in sleep.

Steve's face flushed as he went to unlock the door but noticed it was already unlocked, he shrugged slightly to himself and opened it. When he exited Jonathan's "strongly" scented room he was attacked by the mouth watering smell of pancakes and bacon. His stomach crumbled in agreement as he tried to recall the last time he ate.

He made his way down the hallway and into the living room, where he was met with the accusatory stares of the six children scattered along the living room, it looked like Saturday morning cartoons were on so he now knew what day it was. He didn't really know what to do with that information, so he glared back at the kids pointedly and headed to the kitchen.

"Oh, look at you. Robin, do you have a guess as to what our friend Steve was doing last night?" Nancy asked, very clearly teasing. She was the one cooking the bacon on a skillet, Robin turned to her slightly confused but her face cleared as it dawned on her.

"Oh? No i wouldn't have a guess dear Nancy. What ever could it be?" Robin responded with a grin from where she was flipping pancakes.

"Ha ha you guys are so funny. I get it, sorry for leaving you all to BABYSIT. It's almost like BABYSITTING sucks, isn't it?" Steve said as he sat down at the dining table, rubbing his temples.

"We aren't babies dipshit!" They heard Max yell from the living room, and then a chorus of snickers as they all yelled variants of "We don't need a babysitter!" From Lucas to, "Don't think of it as babysitting, think of it as hanging out!" From Dustin.

"Hey!" Nancy yelled and they all quickly shut up, "Quit fighting with your babysitter if you want breakfast!" She said sternly and the living room yet again erupted in yells and protests, especially from Steve and Mike. Nancy was laughing to herself as Steve watched Robin steal a glance in her direction, then quickly look away and laugh as well.

The entire scene was so extremely domestic, it almost hurt Steve's chest as he heard Eddie and Jonathan emerge from Jonathan's room.

"What in the hell is all the yelling for you little freaks." Eddie grumbled, one talon nailed hand running through his hair while the other was rubbing his eye. Steve stared at him as he tried to tame his hair, and ignored Jonathan as he moved into the kitchen to plant a kiss on Nancy's cheek.

"Good morning." He murmured and she smiled at him warmly, Steve spared a glance at Robin, but if she was hurt she didn't show it. Steve sighed defeatedly as he rested his head in his hands, his elbows placed on the table.

"What's got his majesty in such a spiel." Eddie said, Steve looked up through his hands slightly annoyed. Everyone's been teasing him this morning, and he's only been awake maybe 10 minutes.