revivalproject | Purple Haze all in my Brain

WHO: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, and the 420 crowd
WHERE: The Hideout that's not a club and is instead an underground refuge
WHAT: Steve and Eddie cuddling and then blazing up
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: DRUGS! Pot be smoking up here!

CLOSED TO EDDIE:

Getting a base set up wasn't too hard. The area around here is big and there's rooms jutting out all over the place. One of the more private areas is where Steve picks for the two of them since they need to be so 'careful' about the 'PDA'. Steve's still a little sore about that as he puts the finishing touches on the blanket door for the room and then finally, with that done, starts taking his shirt off to relax in "bed". It's been a crazy few days, all considered. They escaped a volcano, had a fight with Hargrove, made up with Hargrove, and then got here where they'll be camping out until...whenever.

But at least he has Eddie.

Smiling, he walks over to his boyfriend and hooks his chin over his shoulder. "Dunno about you, but I am beat. I think I'm gonna go lay down." He presses a kiss to his jaw hinge. "Feel free to stay up, babe. Buuut if I can entice you to come lay down with the promise of illegal PDA behavior...."

OPEN:

The word is getting around slowly. It's been a week or so and with the immediate survival taken care of, things are getting boring. Steve dribbles his ball around and tries to help out wherever he can. But even with all that, time crawls. He's not an explorer so that isn't appealing and as much as the new plant information is fun to mess around with, he itches for a different sort of plant to take away some of the monotony. So...he spread the word: hotboxing his and Eddie's little room as best they could and anyone game for that sort of fun was also included.

Steve already has a blunt burning by the time people are meant to show up. He leans up against one of the walls and inhales deep and lets it out slow. Even with his practice, he still coughs a little but whatever. He is past caring at this point.

As the blanket swings, he turns to smile at whoever is walking in and give a drowsy "Heeeeeey!" The blunt is extended out, always a giver for things like this. "Make sure the curtain thing is closed behind you. There's some rocks holding it down at the bottom. No high kids in this place. No siree."

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Giggling, Eddie wraps his arms around Steve and hums a pleased note. "You're incredible. You know that? You make me feel all kinds of stupid and happy."

"It's proximity to me. Brings down the general IQ," he teases at his expense. Still, he's too happy to be anything but giddy as he blankets Eddie and props himself up on one arm so he can stroke at his hair with the other.

"You make me feel...safe," he confesses quietly. "I didn't think I'd ever feel that way again."

He rolls his eyes. As if Eddie's not the one on his third go round of senior year. But like Steve, he's happy and dopey on love, enjoying the touch.

He almost misses the confession at first, blinking his eyes open in light confusion. "...I dunno how I manage that, but I'm glad. I always feel safe with you, but I feel like that's kind of obvious. You're...Steve." Steve keeps people safe.

Steve smiles, nuzzling their noses together like an affectionate puppy. "Yeah, well. Steve doesn't usually have people at his back willing to break a nose for him." It's more than that, of course. It's so much. Too much for him to ever put into words, probably.

"You're so much more incredible than you realize. But I'll work on that."

"Mmm," Fuck this is sappy and he loves it. Who the hell is he? "Well he does now," he swears easily, stealing a chaste kiss.

"We can work on convincing each other."

Steve moves back to where he was before and snuggles up to Eddie's side. God, he's happy. He's happy and warm and in the arms of someone who loves him. Who he can feel confident actually loves him. A guy who is surprisingly perfect for him in all the ways Nancy and other girls weren't.

"I can't believe you were under my nose the whole time. Or maybe that's the wrong way to put it: I can't believe you were jumping on tables right in front of me the whole time and I never looked twice."

"I made myself very hard to miss," Eddie agrees with a laugh, "I'm sorry it took a shit ton of murders and monsters for me to realize you weren't a dick anyone."

"Maaaybe not in the best of ways, babe." He still loves him, though. Steve kisses his side, unable to not peck one somewhere. "And it's really okay. I think that murders and monsters were the way I became not a dick so it's all fine."

"So I shouldn't start doing my speeches here then? Might lighten everyone's mood," he says with a tired smirk, smiling at that kiss, "...we were both dicks in our own way, it's good we didn't meet until we did." Again, apart from the murder and the monsters and well...the dying. That wasn't ideal.

Steve laughs, turning his face so he can look up at Eddie. His gaze is warm, fond. Utterly in love. He reaches up and strokes through the other's curls gently. "Part of me is always gonna wish I had this earlier. You. But at least I know what it's like without you so I don't fuck this up."

"I wish we'd had it sooner too. But I'm glad I have you now." His gaze softens, and he turns his head to press a kiss to Steve's wrist. "...I'm sorry you have to live with that, Stevie." Having seen him die.

Steve's smile fades a little but not completely. He continues to stroke at Eddie's hair, just enjoying the wild curls under his fingertips. "You were a fucking hero," Steve finally says in a hushed voice.

"You saved Dustin's life. You were...are...the bravest person I know, Eddie. I get to love you, here. Have you. But even back...back in all that shit? I'm so happy I knew you. So fucking proud I had you as a friend."

"You know some pretty *damn* brave people," Eddie counters softly, but he smiles bashfully. "...Gonna make me cry or something, Stevie," he mumbles, glad it's dark.

"Yeah. I do." And he retracts literally nothing he said even in light of that fact. Steve pushes forward and presses their lips together soft and slow. God fucking knew what the next day would bring but at least here and now they had a modicum of peace and whole ton of love.

"But no crying," he says sternly, smile back at full strength. "You'd probably flood us out, Bambi..."

Purple Haze all in my Brain

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