Oneshots - Steve x Eddie [Stranger Things]

you drew stars around my scars, now i'm bleeding

cw: mild violence and gore

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The white light of the moonlight was shining down on Eddie's pale skin.

Steve thought that he looked absolutely beautiful. Almost ethereal. He was sleeping peacefully in the slightly messy sheets, his hair messily tied up and his pale skin warm and cozy.

The scars across his skin looked silver in this lighting, but they were still metal and still badass. Steve's hand carefully moved from Eddie's waist to the scar on his jaw. His fingers lightly brushed over the scar, the smooth, healed skin reminded him of everything they went through against Vecna.

Although now, Steve had an amazing life, a lovely boyfriend who adored him, and his weird little dysfunctional family consisting of mainly fifteen year olds.

After finally receiving his trust fund when he'd turned twenty, he bought a small two bedroom house for him and Eddie to live in together. It was comfortable, but most importantly it was theirs. And the driveway was big enough for Steve's car (a 1983 BMW 733i) and Eddie's van (a 1979 Chevy Nomad Van with a custom paint job). A big plus really. The house had a pretty standard suburban layout: entrance corridor as the first room leading towards the stairs, living room on the right leading into a kitchen diner at the back and a downstairs bathroom, two bedrooms next to eachother upstairs (one for Steve and Eddie and one spare for any of the kids or if Robin wanted to stay) with a larger bathroom with a shower as the final room.

It was in a quiet area of town, it was private. Meaning that Steve had all the freedom in the world to admire and appreciate his wonderful boyfriend.

He sweetly kissed the scar on Eddie's jaw, remembering how bad it was when he'd first found him in the Upside Down, unconscious and unresponsive, but alive, in Dustin's arms. It was almost exposing the bone in his jaw, but there were worse scars - Steve's didn't even measure up to Eddie's.

Steve's thumb lightly brushed over the scars on his chest, the immense guilt returning that he couldn't save Eddie from the bats. The scars covered most expanses of his skin, especially around his chest and stomach.

He reached Eddie's absence of a nipple, brushing over the empty skin, pressing a light kiss against the scar.

He rubbed his hand across the scars down Eddie's stomach, the ones that were the worst, the deepest, where his organs were almost falling out.

He moved down to Eddie's thighs, softly kissing the scars down his legs. These were the second worst scars, besides the ones on his stomach.

The demobats had fucking torn him apart, almost ripping his organs out, yet he had continued with his life just like everyone else.

His recovery period was long, and he got extremely frustrated when he couldn't walk very well to begin with. But as soon as Steve took both his hands and softly encouraged him, he was walking by the time his first physiotherapy session was over. Slowly, he got better, becoming more mobile every time and eventually being able to walk on his own. Sometimes he still struggled, especially with the stairs, but Steve would usually carry him up the stairs without a word.

To him, Eddie was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. No amount of scars could ever change that, and he would never even consider life without Eddie anymore. He'd never loved anyone like he loved Eddie - the metalhead was his life now.

"I love you." Steve whispered into his ear, knowing he wouldn't get a response, but just needing to say it anyway.

"I love you so much."

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