Chapter 7:
Steve opens his eyes but it's not his room it's a van and he immediately panics internally he must be still dreaming...but why does this place look so familiar wait—it's the RV the one they stole.
"Steve...Jesus it's practically the end of the world and you're sleeping..." says a voice and it's Eddie and he's teasing him. His voice is low and raspy and perfect as always.
Steve opens his eyes to see a familiar metalhead, "Eddie?" His voice is a bit weak and sore.
"Yes princess...?" Eddie gave him a toothy grin he stifled back, very very very confused.
There was Eddie Munson in the flesh smiling back at him with his big brown Bambi eyes, pretty long curly rocker hair and with his Iron Maiden tank top revealing all his tattoos including the bats that makes Steve's skin crawl now...
This has to be a dream...he grips the fabric off the sheets on top of him and looks down at himself he's got fresh wounds in a makeshift bandage...and his clothes as well Eddie's he borrowed them before they took the van...Metallica shirt and the loosest ripped jeans Eddie had- oh and his vest.
Eddie's face tightened into something serious, "Harrington I'm only joking...calm down..."
"I-"
"Okay well everyone's over there so maybe we should go...I've given you at least two hours the others wanted to keep you awake but I insisted
a bit worried because you need not to rip the stitches I did..." Eddie says with a soft grin then his face tightens "you okay Harrington?"
"This isn't real..." Steve mutters lowly and to Steve's dismay Eddie sits next to him on the couch his back resting lightly against Steve's thighs he mindlessly stares at the contact Eddie shifts slightly on the copper couch catching Steve attention back to Eddie's face, "What Harrington?"
Steve stumbles on his words, "I-I is this real or a dream I mean I've been having this stupidly vivid dreams about things that happened but I don't know this looks absently real as if I could—"
Steve stuck out his hand towards the metalheads faces and Eddie looked at him confusion but didn't move back as Steve caressed the metalhead's face then his hand mindlessly wandered to Eddie's unruly curly raven black hair, feeling the softness and the fluffiness of it, he knows this is strange but Eddie doesn't seem in discomfort so he continues on, he then takes in Eddie's scent, it's been a while and he's now just remembering how intoxicating it was, his familiar mixture of cigarettes and Jasmine.
He snaps back to reality when he hears Eddie's laugh, "Whatcha you doing hun?..." Eddie asks his voice a bit unsteady...
Steve moves his hand slouches back down on the couch feeling the softness of the linen Material against his hands, "I'm sorry..."
"It's fine ... it's just you have me worrying a bit Harrington...not that I know you that much but..."
'You do!' Steve wants to say but he doesn't.
"I mean are you okay? Because..." Eddie chuckles, the lines at the end his lips showing and dimples peeking out, "...you look like you've seen a ghost..."
Steve stiffened at that joke
If only he knew...
"I'm fine Eddie." he lies and then he begins to sit up fully now, his thighs and shoulders against Eddie's. Eddie's eyebrows furrowed and his lips were stuck in that frown from early that grin completely gone from a few minutes ago...
It was a rare sight for the other man to look so worried...
it was like when they found him...
his pretty brown eyes were so wide and his lips are in this awful downturn frown Steve wishes he wipe off
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Cigarettes & Jasmine - steddie
FanfictionDustin put a hand on Steve's shoulder, "Are you okay?" Steve didn't know what to say... He wasn't okay...a guy who he thought he had not one connection to only to have the biggest connection to was dead and he was only now feeling it. And he'd also...
