He can have the twizzlers. They taste like they’re made out of resin. “Keep the rest. I need to blow off this headache.”

Yeah?

Such a pretty blush, dude.

Full on blush. As red as that demon on your shirt.

Oh no, Steve definitely doesn’t want the cheetos. Eddie smells like cheetos and he wouldn’t like to remember him right now. “Right. I’ll come back,” Steve stands with a sigh, not making a fast move and yet still following the directions and returning with the Advil quick enough.

Easy, boy.

No, I just think you need to learn that you can’t just get what you want all the time like a brat. Hah.

“That’s gross,” Steve mentions, popping these pills dryly as he sits. “I only saw cheeto crumbs, by the way.”

Maybe I do, Eddie. But I have self control and good manners.

You I can like, pick you up and hang you on that tree branch, right?

And I can hang you on that tree branch.

I kinda want you on that tree branch.

How flexible are you?

I’d very much like to know.

Ah, you got me.

He allows the kiss, then a moment after he grants Eddie a soft gaze, smiling cooly before grabbing him tight and pinning him against the nearest tree— truly kissing him then. Is this what he wanted?

That’s funny, Steve hates being reminded he’s the younger one. “Want to hide me from my boyfriend? Maybe defend me from his blood thirsty teeth?”

“If you were a 5’9, long haired, ex-criminal, crazy in bed, metalhead freak, where would you NOT go looking for your idiot jock boyfriend?”

“You’ve got a girlfriend, you don’t need to be sulking.”

independent portrayal of eddie munson from #strangerthings. gay — ships w chem 🦇