Batshit Soulmates Part 5
We have finally gotten to the lake. Things start to ramp up from here.
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Eddie was having a hell of a time. Not because Steve was being rude. Because he wasn’t. Nope, the problem was that he wasn’t being rude. He was being sweet and patient. And yeah if Dustin was to be believed, it was because Steve had a big heart and not because Eddie was his soulmate.
But Eddie’s inner cynic kept telling him to poke the bear. To keep pushing Steve until his facade snapped and revealed his inner bitch.
He resisted. This was not the time for that. If they had met under any other circumstances then the world literally trying to end itself...maybe. But the world was trying to end itself and if being Steve Harrington’s soulmate meant he came out this alive, then fuck it. He was going to keep his mouth shut.
“Dustin!” Steve hissed. “Stop getting so far ahead!”
They had been wandering the fucking woods looking for the source of the compass malfunctioning for what felt like hours.
And considering that they had pulled out their flashlights pretty much confirmed that as far as Eddie was concerned.
Dustin just continued to plow on ahead. Not listening to a single thing Steve said.
But Eddie knew this place better than the kid did and he started calling out to him. “Dustin! Dustin! Dustin!”
“It’s right around–”
Eddie, who had been trying to catch up with him, managed to reach out and pull the little butthead back from what would have been a very messy and wet disaster.
Dustin would have walked right into the lake and not a gentle sloping of the shore either. It was a sheer drop off.
“Jesus!” Dustin hissed.
Steve reached them concern on his face until he saw that Eddie had him. God did Steve recognize that pose. He had done the same thing two years ago when the demodogs had rushed Dustin and him in the tunnels.
Warm relief flooded his being as mouthed ‘thank you’ to Eddie.
Eddie blushed. The butterflies that had been cocooned in his stomach since finding out Steve Harrington was his soulmate suddenly burst forth, leaving a little fluttering to warm his chest all the way through.
“It’s at the bottom of the lake?” Lucas asked, frowning.
Max came up behind him and looked across the water. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“But it’s got to be,” Dustin whined, looking down at his compass with a sneer. “There’s no other place it could be.”
“Look!” Robin cried. “The boat!” She pointed a little ways to the south.
It had somehow made it shore even with Eddie accidentally abandoning it in his fright.
They made their way over to it and found that even in his panic, Eddie hadn’t lost any of the oars for damn thing so they could at least row back to the middle of the lake.
“I’m coming,” Dustin said firmly.
“Like hell you are,” Steve huffed. “I don’t want any of you kids near that thing if it is a gate. You’re staying here and that’s final.”
“I’m coming with,” Robin said shooting her hand in the air.
Steve looked at Eddie, who nodded. Yeah, he was going to go with them.
“Look, Henderson,” Eddie said, “there’s only room on the boat for thr–” but just then Nancy stepped up and made it clear with her body language that she too was coming with and to brook no argument.
The look of gratitude on Steve’s face when Eddie had backed him up on keeping the kids on the shore set off the god damned butterflies again.
It was becoming a problem.
Steve knelt down and pushed it a little away from the shore so that it would be easier to push off. He held on to the head of the boat and motioned for them to get on.
He offered a hand to Robin and she ignored it in favor of using Eddie and his heads as supports. He offered his hand to him and Eddie steadfastly ignored it. Not because he didn’t want to take Steve’s hand but because he really, really did. He was afraid that if he took Steve’s hand there would be no letting go.
And yeah, maybe it was a bit of dick move to stick out his hand to give Nancy another option other than Steve to help her into the boat, especially since when he looked over at Steve he looked crestfallen.
Then he watched as Steve pushed the boat off with all of them in it and deftly hopped in. That did absolutely fucking nothing to calm the butterflies in his chest.
They reached the spot in the middle of the lake where Patrick had died and there was an eerie glow to the water. And immediately Steve started taking off his shoes.
“Whoa!” Robin said. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Steve looked up at her like he didn’t understand the question. “Someone has to go down there and check to see if a gate has opened right?”
“I’ll do it,” Nancy said. “I’m a strong swimmer.”
Steve scoffed. “I don’t doubt that, but unless any of you can beat co-captain of the swim team and lifeguard three years running, I’m going.”
There really wasn’t answer to that so they watched as Steve removed his socks and shoes. Well, Robin and Nancy did, but Eddie occupied himself with wrapping a plastic bag around the flashlight so it wouldn’t short the second Steve hit the water.
Steve threw his sweater at him and Eddie was faced with a shirtless soulmate and it was a god damned miracle he didn’t nut himself right then and there.
He pulled out a cigarette and immediately Robin tossed it overboard. He glared at her but she just stuck her tongue at him. He rolled his eyes and handed the now wrapped flashlight to Steve.
Steve smiled softly. “Thanks.”
They waited in stony silence as Steve dove beneath their feet. The silence stretched on the longer Steve was gone. No one wanted to say it out loud. What if it was a gate?
What if there being more than an evil wizard the Upside Down was finding ways to open its own gates? Then no amount of government oversight was going to stop the Upside Down from taking over their world.
Steve came back up. “Yeah, there’s a gate down there all right. A big one.”
But before he could even move to get back on the boat, he was yanked back under with a surprise yelp.
“Steve!” Nancy screamed and immediately dived after him.
Eddie’s eyes went wide as Robin sidled up to the side of the boat. “You’re going too?”
“Yup!”
And over she went.
Eddie began cursing and hitting at the air. He knew he was going to capsize the boat if he wasn’t careful. Or...
“Fuck.”
And he followed the two girls into the water.
Steve had known that touching the gate would only bring him pain and disappointment, but his lizard brain went ‘ooh glowy thingy!’ and reached out and touched it anyway.
And now he was fighting for his life in the Upside Down against large winged creatures that he was sure Dustin was going to name demo-something. Demo-bird? No, that sounded lame. Demo-eagle? That sounded just as bad.
Oh wait. He was supposed to be fighting for his life here. Not trying to name the creature trying to eat him. Like literally eat him.
Thank god for Nancy and Robin to be honest. Coming in like avenging furies and kicking the shit out the winged beasts.
Eddie coming in clutch was nice too. Watching him shatter that oar on that beastie was a little hot.
It sent off something primal in Steve that he tapped into. He sunk his teeth into the tail of the beastie that had been dragging him across this hellish landscape, snarling. The creature let go and tried to get away, but Steve wasn’t done.
Not by a long shot.
He kept a hold of the tail and began bashing the thing into the ground with a fury he didn’t understand. He stomped on the creature and ripped literally in two.
He tossed the chunk away and then spat out the black ichor, panting for breath.
He looked up to see his friends staring at him as if he had gone insane. And you know what? Fair. He felt insane.
But fighting for one’s life did that to a person.
“Fuck.”
They all gathered behind him to look at the mass of winged creatures that stood between them and the gate that would lead them back home.
Eddie pushed his hair back and let out a small whimper of distress. Steve understood the feeling.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Eddie yelled as he threw a temper tantrum right there in the middle of the hell landscape. Because yeah, Mordor was a fucking good analogy.
Everything around them was dark and twisted versions of the ones he had grown up knowing.
Nancy looked behind them. “The forest!”
They turned and ran for the cover of the trees, hoping that they weren’t running right into the flowered faces of the demogorgons.
At least Eddie didn’t know about those.
Yet.
Once they were under the cover of the trees they stopped to dress Steve’s wounds.
Nancy cut off strips of her shirt to bind the two gaping holes in Steve’s stomach. She walked over to where Steve was leaning against a rock face with strips in her hands. Steve hissed in pain.
“Oh god,” Robin moaned. “What if he has rabies? Do bats in the Upside Down has rabies?”
“Robin!” Steve hissed. “If you don’t shut up I will hit you!”
“Oh good,” she said with a hiccup of relief. “He’s fine. His humor is still intact.”
Eddie and Nancy looked over at her like she was crazy. Eddie watched as Nancy edged closer to Steve to put the wrapping on his wounds. Steve shoved his hands into his hair to drive the pain elsewhere.
Then Nancy dropped to her knees and Eddie ran up to them. “Here, let me do it.”
Nancy reared back her head. “What? Why?”
“Do you know how to dress wounds that deep?” he asked, breathing heavily through his nose.
“Well, no,” she replied. “But it can’t be much different than patching up a scraped knee.”
Eddie looked at her with wide eyes. “Is that really the extent of your first aid knowledge?”
“Guys!” Steve snapped. “I’m kinda bleeding out here!”
Eddie snatched the makeshift bandages from Nancy. “Calling soulmate privileges.”
Nancy rolled her eyes but stepped back.
“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. “This has got to be tight and it’s gonna hurt, but you have to stay with me, okay?”
Steve nodded, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Just hurry.”
Eddie pursed his lips and began wrapping around Steve’s waist, steadfastly ignoring his soulmate’s gasps and moans of pain. This close to Steve and Eddie could almost feel the pain in his own sides. The burn on his back and upper arms.
“Almost done, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “We’re almost done. I promise.”
“It hurts, Eds.”
“I know.” He looked up into Steve’s eyes and repeated. “I know.”
Steve opened his eyes and looked down at Eddie. “Yeah. Okay, okay.”
Nancy frowned and leaned over to Robin. “What’s going on?”
“They’re truemates,” Robin whispered back.
Nancy’s eyes went wide and she mouthed “Oh.”
“All done, baby,” Eddie cooed. “Don’t try and talk. Just squeeze my hands when you’re ready to move on.” And he gently took Steve’s hands.
A couple minutes later, Steve squeezed his hands.
“Okay,” Eddie said with a shuddering breath. “He’s ready to move on. So let’s get moving.”
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No upside down but they still found each other AU where once they get out of Hawkins and move into a little apartment together in the city, Stobin set up a 'date night' routine once a week.
Obviously not a typical date night cause Platonic with a capital P, but they alternate each week who gets to plan the date night activities meaning they both get to do something fun, interesting, exciting, and potentially ridiculous that they themselves wouldn't have thought of.
One such date night, on Robin's turn to plan, is a relatively cheap art exhibition at a local small time independent gallery, focusing on portraits of people the artist has seen around the city, quickly sketched, then painted afterwards.
Her most recent crush had suggested she attend it as her best friend was the artist and was absolutely shitting it over revealing his work to the public that'd inspired those works, certain that everyone would hate them.
They get dressed up, ready to play the part of Fancy Art Connoisseurs, Steve ready to meet and big up Robin to this cute girl Robin had gushed about endlessly as the best wingman ever
Only for them both to wind up stuck one one particular painting titled and described:
E. Munson
Angel Incognito
Oil on Canvas,
The most beautiful man i've ever seen in my life. I was certain i'd seen an angel.
It's Steve.
Sitting in the park, feeding the birds, painted to look... ethereal. Moles dotted with gold, sunlight hitting his soft hair just so, catching the rim of his glasses.
And Robin is immediately on a mission to be the best wingwoman ever because this is NO LONGER about her crush on Chrissy dammit she MUST find this artist, present Steve to him, and "now KISS" smush them both together like barbie dolls.
Good thing Eddie is nearby.
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