Steve: I win.
Eddie: I have you pinned to the wall.
Steve: I know.
Eddie:
Probably the last picture this year since I can't show the other art yet bc it's for the drummer!Steve AU đ i wish i had more time to draw sth properly but everything is just so damn stressful rn đ„Č
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Kisses of fire (the carpet is burning, burning!)
Robin accidentally puts a letter (meant to ask a girl out on a date) in the wrong locker. She waits, watching totally inconspicuously, except her crush walks up to the locker NEXT to the one she put it in. And dear old Eddie Munson strolls up to the same locker.
Robin watches as he unfolds the letter and blushes. She's immediately groaning and feels bad, because now this guy thinks someone likes him. And thats just mean but to confess and break his heart? She's missing lunch lamenting on the pay phone about the situation to Steve who is at Family Video.
Steve who has thought about Eddie for years. Captivated by the guy who will get up and yell on top of tables but also stopped and helped a freshman pick up all their papers when they dropped them. Steve who once got winked at by Eddie and felt his entire worldview shift.
"Well I'll go- yea, I can go in your place. Don't even worry about it." Steve offers. And Robin is so thankful she feels she would have combust spontaneously if she had to break Eddie's heart. Robin thinks Steve is gonna let him down gently. Meanwhile Steve is putting on his date jeans and adding a bit of lip gloss and winking in the mirror ready to charm the pants off eddie
steve and rob's excellent adventure !!!!!!
Chapter 1: The Dreadful Implications of a Pizza Delivery Man
Steve dropped his keys on the table when he entered the apartment. Robin was nestled on the couch fast asleep under an afghan, with the tv mindlessly droning on in the background. He took the remote from her hand and turned it off, startling her awake.
  âYa gotta stop falling asleep with the tv on, Robin. Itâs gonna rot your brain with subliminal messages from infomercials,â Steve said sarcastically, dropping the remote down onto the coffee table.
  âWow those are big words for you, Steve, donât hurt yourself now,â she retorted, tugging the blanket over her head and rolling away from him.
  âHavenât heard that one before.â Steve rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen.
  It was a barren wasteland in the fridge besides some fresh vegetables theyâd gotten from a local farmers market for no apparent reason, a single jar of jam, and a few beer bottles. He took one and shut the door.
  âPizza for dinner?!â He called out. Robinâs hand came into view with a thumb up in approval and disappeared again. He laughed and leaned on the counter, sipping from the bottle in his hand.
  For three years, since he moved away from Hawkins, Steveâs been living with Robin in Illinois. She had been accepted and enrolled in some private university. At first he was upset about her leaving him all alone after everything theyâd endured. In the end though it was nothing but a blessing in disguise. He pitched the idea of them moving in with each other and how good it would be for them. Robin wasnât too keen on it at first because she wanted to make new friends, or even meet a girl she could really connect with, and suspected heâd get in the way. That was a pretty deep cut to his ego at first, he wouldnât lie. However, with much annoying pleading and begging on his end, she eventually agreed.
   His parents had opposed, especially his father on the premise that Robin and Steve were dating. Steve never fully expressed why that would never in a million years happen but all it took was a, âsheâs not my type, Dad,â and that was the end of it. His mother had been the one to fully convince his old man that this was a good thing for his son. Somehow, that worked.
  Now here they were. They stayed about 5 miles off campus in a rundown neighborhood. The rent was low and the standards of living even lower. Everything in their apartment was broken. The ceiling leaked, the floors creaked, and the walls were made out of paper machete. Yet, Steve never felt more at home. Heâd rather live here in this dump than step one foot back in their hell-bound hometown. In fact, it was his worst fucking nightmare. This was paradise in comparison.
  He worked a pretty simple office job in a marketing company. It wasnât ideal but it paid well and didnât require him to have a degree. Heâd gotten lucky, he was aware of the privilege that living in the city provided. Also, who his parents were and his surname did help too. Regardless, he no longer felt like a nobody failure the way he did in Hawkins. There were so many opportunities and options out here. He could truly flourish without second guessing himself anymore. Hawkins had nothing left to offer him and all it took was an outside perspective. He was happy heâd left. He hoped and prayed, for whatever reason there may be, he never had to go back there.
 That was wishful thinking.
  About an hour after Steve had called in their pizza order there was a knock at the door.
  âRobin, pizzaâs here!â He called from his bedroom down the hall.
  âIâm busy! Get it yourself!â
  Steve groaned, pausing the movie he was watching and rolled off his bed.
  âYouâre so lazy!â He threw the front door open. His eyes grew wider than saucers and it felt like lightening crackled under his skin as time seemed to slow.
  A pair of brown eyes like rich soil after heavy rain, brown curly hair to match in contrast to skin as fair as moonlight. A smile with dimples and lines in the cheeks that caused creases under the eyes that made them light up like fireflies. Steve was dreaming. He had to be. No way this was real. He wanted to reach out and touch his soft skin, when he knew he shouldnât. He needed to ground himself and stop the impending spiral but it proved to be too late for that.
  Oh fuck. This is bad.
  Steveâs brain malfunctioned and he couldnât form a single coherent thought let alone any words. His mouth moved like a fish out of water as he tried to form a sentence or even a sound. He simply gaped at the person in his doorway for an uncomfortable amount of time.
  âUhm, sir?â The man waved his hand in Steveâs face. The cadence and pitch in his voice was all screwy. Not right at all. It snapped Steve clean out of this mortifying stupor.
  He blinked rapidly and swallowed hard, throwing the money at him, snatching the pizza, and slamming the door. He turned and leaned on it for support, trying to catch the breath that was steadily running further and further away from him.
  Robin came sprinting from the bathroom with damp hair and a shocked look on her face.
 âWhat the hell happened?!â She asked, Steve couldnât respond, he was paralyzed. âSteve?â She approached him slow with her hand out.
  âRobin, he looked like him,â he managed to say around the lump in his throat. âHe looked just like him.â He slowly hugged his knees to his chest and fought the tears that threatened to fall.
  This couldnât be happening. Everything was going so well. Maybe even too good to be true but he didnât care. There wasnât a damn thing out of place and this was the landslide heâd been anxiously awaiting to fuck him over. He was cursed, he was sure of that. There was no other rhyme or reason for it.
  They moved to Robinâs room when Steve found the courage to even stand up. They sat on her bed with the pizza box wide open. The smell of cheese, tomato sauce, and garlic nauseated him despite the fact he was starving.
  âI mean, doppelgĂ€ngers do exist! They say itâs dangerous to come across your own. Itâs really fascinating. I guess it makes sense though because how can we have all these billions of people on the planet and not have someone look exactly like us, you know?â
  Steve didnât say anything. He let her ramble on as if it would help when it certainly didnât. This dug up memories heâd presumed heâd buried forever. He was certain heâd laid it all to rest along with his dead boyfriend. After this whole hot mess, he felt like heâd regressed to square one and all it took was a similar face. He didnât want to throw himself a pity party but damn he couldnât catch a break.
  âSteveâŠSteve!â Robin flopped on the bed next to him. âAm I doing it againâŠwith the talking too much thing?â
   Steve sighed and picked up a slice of pizza, biting into it hesitantly and watched the cheese stretch.
  âKinda,â he said with his mouth full.
  âShit. Sorry. Iâm not good with this sorta thing. Comforting people isnât my fortĂ©. But Iâm a decent listenerâŠsometimes.â
  Steve stared at her for a moment, then mustered a smile. A mask that was quick to falter and dissolve away at any moment.
  âItâs fine. Thereâs really nothing either of us can do in this situation.â He set down the half eaten slice of pizza. His appetite was gone. âYouâre right about one thing. I guess weâre bound to see someone who looks like someone we know or knew eventually.â
  âYeah, butâŠIâm just- Iâm so sorry.â
  âDonât be. Itâs nobodyâs fault.â Steve could hear the strain in his voice. âWould you mind if I uhh-â He signaled towards the door and Robin nodded encouragingly.
  In his bedroom, Steve curled up under his blankets and laid there in the dark for what felt like an eternity. The tears that spilled from the corners of his eyes had finally dried but it wasnât over. Especially since now all he could do was torture himself with nothing else but the thought of Eddie.
  He meant the world to Steve and taught him so many lessons he wouldnât have learned otherwise. His mind had never been more open than when he was with Eddie. He was someone everyone could rely on but nobody wanted to put their faith in. Steve did and it was so worth it right up until the very end. He still kicked himself for the period in which he regretted even meeting Eddie. Or that he wished they could swap places. It was only because the visceral pain of letting him go and moving on was something he could hardly handle. The wounds tore open so often that he let the memories of Eddie die, too, just to get some release from the heartbreak.
   It was like he didnât exist anymore in Steveâs world and he preferred it that way as opposed to living the rest of his life in agony. There was no other way to let go besides that. And tonight, that man at his door, instantaneously destroyed walls heâd put his blood, sweat, and tears into building to free himself of Eddie and everything theyâd shared. To put it lightly, this was a slap to the face and a boot to the gut.Â
   He was gone. He deserved to be here but he wasnât. He was never coming back. Steve had come to peace with that, and his grief, before heâd left Hawkins. It was one of the things that helped him cope the most. Now he had to pick himself up all over again and he hoped it wouldnât take as long as the first time around, or both him and Robin were doomed to suffer.
****
  Steve didnât remember falling asleep. He woke the next morning to a migraine, swollen eyelids, and the phone ringing off the hook. He shoved a pillow over his head and waited for it to stop. He had work today but he didnât want to go. He felt like shit after last night. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling for a long time until the phone started up again and forced him out of bed.
  âWhat do you want?!â He answered gruffly. He sounded like garbage and felt even worse.Â
  âWell, geez. Hello to you, too.â
  âDustin!â He sighed in relief. âWait, shouldnât you be in school instead of bothering me at 8 in the damn morning?â
  âThe city has changed you, Steve. I donât like it.â
  Steve rolled his eyes. âYeah, yeah. Get on with it.â
  âOkay, okay. Iâm not at school right now because I have something important to tell you. I couldnât wait,â he paused for a beat. âI think heâs back, Steve.â
   Steveâs heart lurched and plummeted hard into his stomach. His sadness was overpowered by fear. His throat tightened up as panic rose. The room started to spin and he lost his balance, stumbling back into the wall.
  âSteve? Talk to me, man! Are you okay?â
  âIâm- good. Iâm good.â He rested his head in his palm and slid down to the floor in defeat. âTell me everything.â
steddie brainrot got me thinkin nefarious things
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