You can't convince me Gale wasn't totally advertising himself as marriage material throughout the entirety of his romance. He's got a tower. It's got a great kitchen and a wine cellar. He can cook. He'll formally introduce you to Tara over a nice dinner. His mother will love you. And after so many years of the bar being in the pits of hell for irl men I fell for that shit hook, line, and sinker. Feel his shirt that smells like a library. It's husband material.
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Eddie was aware that nothing that was currently happening, was his fault. He did know that, really. But he couldn’t help but think that if he had just fucking graduated this whole thing would be someone else’s problem. He and Steve would be off in Indianapolis at this very moment, probably cuddling in bed. Maybe even doing something more.
The idea kind of fell apart on the sole fact that he would not let Chrissy die. But still. Eddie wasn’t happy. Because instead of a cozy apartment he was here, trying and failing to find a reason for Steve not to be the one to jump off this god damn boat.
“I can see a glow,” Nancy said, as she looked over the edge, “But that’s it. Someone’s going to have to check to make sure it’s actually down there.”
“I’ll go,” Steve volunteered, because of course he fucking would.
But Eddie wasn’t quite as willing, “What else could it be? Glowing, hellish lights have to be a gate. We don’t need to fucking double check-”
Before Eddie could go on his full on rant, Steve was kissing him quiet, quickly mumbling against his mouth, “I’ll be fine. Trust me, okay?”
Eddie did, but trust didn’t matter when you were dealing with portals that led to the damn netherworld. He frowned when Steve stepped back, but he didn’t argue again. He watched him tear his sweater over his head, tossing it to him before divining right in. Eddie clenched his fists while he waited, the pain of his nails digging into his skin a welcome distraction.
The seconds crawled by, Eddie’s anxiety getting more suffocating with every passing moment. But then Steve was finally breaking the surface.
He took a deep breath as he crossed his arms over the edge of the boat, panting when he said, “It’s definitely down there-”
Then he was gone, dragged under the water by something unseen. So fast that he didn’t even have a chance to scream.
“Steve?” Eddie called out, like his panicked voice would magically make him reappear, “Steve!?”
There was nothing. No splashes, no noises, nothing he could hear outside of his own panickied breathing. He was barely in control of his own body when he stood, every second feeling like an hour as he rushed towards the edge.
He dove right in.
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