#semiverbal steve harrington

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Choking part 6

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Summary: Steve was hanging on by a thread, and it finally breaks. Switches between Eddies and Steve’s POV

CW: Panic attacks, Spiraling, Flashback-ish, mentions of throwing up, gagging, Just kinda sad overall

Eddie walked down to the hotel parking lot, cursing himself as he patted his pockets once more to confirm,

yup, he had forgotten his keys.

The only key he had on him was their hotel room key and all the kids were waiting in the car to go out and explore the city.

He had left Steve a note and hoped he’d be up for when they got back so they could get ready for the show.

But he was so focused on getting them out that he forgot what he needed to start the car with!

Probably a bad decision but he left Max in charge and headed back the way he came.

He had to walk back up the parking lot stairs and to the elevator.

And god he needs to work out more because walking up back up there is a feat.

AND—He had to lean on the elevator wall while he waited for it to reach his floor because he needed to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down after such an exercise. Jesus Christ.

It's a wonder he is still alive after the upside down. Granted, he did almost die but he technically made that choice himself. Keyword: Almost.

He had walked up to the hotel room door and when he had unlocked it and swung the door open, something felt off.

He brushed it off, thinking it was fine. But as he headed into the room, at the corner of his eye he noticed something in the bathroom.

He turned around, everything in slow motion as he zeroed in on Steve curled up on the ground. Like a movie, everything felt magnified. He felt aware of everything in the room, from the small drip in the bathroom faucet to the loud buzzing of the fan in the next room.

Eddie stood in the doorway of the bathroom, frozen. When he walked into the all-too-quiet room, Eddie figured that Steve was asleep. But guilt worked its way up Eddie's throat. He had been so focused on getting things his way and being petty, he didn't notice Steve struggling until he was on the floor with shaking sobs.

At this point, he knew apologies wouldn't do much but he couldn't help the words spilling out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Eddie whispered to Steve as he ran into the bathroom. He crouched next to him, his hands still hovering, unknowing of what to do.

Eddie shielded his view from everything but himself. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to convince him it'll be okay but closed it back up, for once in his life he had no words.

He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting to find when looked in the bathroom but finding Steve in the middle of a panic attack was definitely not it. Steve looked terrified, his face still hidden in his knees and shaking with sobs.

He put his hand on Steve’s shoulder and he looked up for a quick sec but his sobs only came out more frantic so Eddie quickly moved his hand away.

Eddie cursed, mentally facepalming himself for not inviting Robin, Steve's other half. Someone who actually knew what to do.

“Steve?” Eddie said carefully, trying to get a reaction and mostly not sure of what to do. “Steve, please look at me.” He said again, trying to sound stern but coming out desperate.

Steve didn't indicate to Eddie that he heard him and so Eddie got down from his crouched position on the floor like a frog and knelt on his knees, knowing they'd probably fall asleep for sitting too long with how slow this was going so far.

Steve could hear Eddie trying to talk to him but he didn't have the energy to answer, every movement felt like more bricks laid on top of him. “Steve, please look at me.” He heard Eddie almost pleading, trying to get his attention but he felt safer in the position he was in. He knew he was hyperventilating but he wondered if he did ever calm down, how would the other shoe drop?

So he stayed silent, hoping his boyfriend would leave so he wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment that is his emotions.

His heart was pounding in his chest. The last thing he needed was for Eddie to see how broken he is, to deem that he was bullshit.

His facade was already cracking and soon everyone will see how much of a liar he was, a manipulator.

He pretended to be happy for others but tricked Eddie into being happy with him when he was far from it. “Steve, I need you to look at me,” Eddie pleaded once more but Steve doesn’t dare to look up to him. Doesn’t dare to show himself.

“everything’s okay!” Eddie tried to explain and though he didn’t raise his voice or yell but it was said with just enough force to scare him.

Steve tried to hold back but he flinched at the assertive voice, his breaths more uneven than the last.

Black spots once again seeped into the already limited vision he had where his forehead rested on his knees, tears smearing everywhere on his fancy pj pants.

But Steve didn’t look up just yet. He knew he was on the fast track to passing out but he was taking a chance. He reasoned that if he did pass out at least he didn't have to confront what was going on, and ultimately didn't have to talk about what was happening.

He felt a hand on his knee and it sent him jumping, flinching so hard as if he had been hit. He waited for the pain to follow, he assumed Eddie was going to hurt him but no punches were thrown.

That confused him, the light touch not expected. His body prepared for pain.

The difference between reality and his memories were hard to find. Everything all at once was flowing through his mind, he thought he had calmed down a bit but when Eddie had touched him, it had worked him back up. Forcing more tears out of the surface.

The past and present synced together and he could no longer remember where he was, The byers? Starcourt? The upside down? Steve didn't know but he felt stuck, utterly useless to the damage that could be done.

He knew Eddie was in front of him, still trying to get his attention. It was like his ears were filled with cotton, blood rushing through his them and his heart pounding.

The world was still tilting around him, if he had dared to get out of the safety bubble he was in he’d most likely going throw up.

But he took his chances, he looked up from where his head was resting, to see Eddie staring back at him.

As expected, the adrenaline rush making him gag, he quickly snapped his mouth shut, grinding his teeth against each other and tensing to prevent himself from becoming sick.

Embarrassed, there was a tense silence where Steve couldn’t hear anything but himself and his sobs slowing down at a record-timing snail's pace.

Steve was dying to know what would happen, what Eddie would say but he also didn’t want to find out in case he didn’t like the answer.

Steve thought to himself. He’s going to break up with me. He hoped he was just working himself up and that Eddie wouldn’t.

But he could, and nothing is stopping him. Steve realized.

He ignored his thoughts and watched as Eddie moved first, through tears and snot he could see him move his other hand that was not on his knee out to him, Eddie slowly took his hand and held Steves, moving it to his chest.

Steve's head felt full of cotton, disgusting. His nose was stuffy and his eyes were almost sore, red, and hot from tears, some still falling. He shook his head “I’m sorry,” His muffled voice was strained, hurting. It felt like he was choking on nothing but air as he repeated once more to Eddie– “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“For what?” Eddie asked and Steve honestly didn’t know. he just squinted instead of answering, his eyes still burning but curious to see what he was doing.

Eddie kept his hand on his chest and Steve didn't even realize he was unconsciously following the others' breath until just now, the rise and fall of his chest slowing down as did his sobbing.

“Steve, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

With Eddie looking at him with such sorrow in his eye he couldn’t help but try and reach out, “please-” just like a switch he cut himself off, crying heavily again, his shoulders wracked with more sobs. The tears nonstop on and off again.

Eddie looked at him in concern. He kept his hand on Steve's knee and the other on his chest.

Looking to the ceiling, Eddie cursed whatever higher power gave him such bad luck. Eddie didn't want to rush Steve, but he doesn't see any stopping point in the near future and he needs to get the kids back upstairs, he was supposed to be watching them. He’d most likely be dead if he didn’t get the kids home in one piece, either by the parents or Steve.

Trying to choose his battle, he reasoned that he could grab the kids and make it back to Steve fast if he ran, thinking it’s probably not a good choice to leave Steve by himself but he can’t leave the kids either.

Eddie assumes their worried and hopes they don’t get themselves in to much trouble.

“Steve, you don't have to answer but I'll be right back.”—Steve nods weakly and that just breaks Eddie’s heart more—“I promise.”

Eddie sat up, unsteady, almost as graceful as a baby deer. Just like he assumed, his legs fell asleep from the position he was in.

Slowly but surely he got blood rushing back to his legs where the circulation was cut off and when he did, even after complaining about exercising, he ran faster then ever before.

Steve felt defeated, as he watched Eddie run out of the room.

Every part of the walls he built up came crashing down. A simple note somehow left him oh so very empty.

Everything that made him ‘Steve’ was gone. He no longer had the energy to act.

The perfectly created mask everyone loved was gone and Eddie would most likely leave too, after what he just witnessed he’s probably not coming back.

Part of him doesn’t want him to come back, knowing if he does, they'll have to talk about what was happening and that fucking terrifies him.

He was never taught to speak his emotions, his parents more of a ‘be seen not heard’ kinda people. And one thing he learned from hushed whispers behind cracked doors from them is:

Never let them know what you feel.

He knows they’ll turn on him if they figure out how weak he really is. Any feelings he voices will be mocked, a thing to make people laugh. A horrible punchline.

Authors note: sorry for the delay!! I hope I didn’t disappoint, I’ve been editing this for like the past hour and I’m still not so sure how I feel about it so if u have any comments, edits or suggestions feel free to let me know!

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Choking Part 2

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Summary: Eddie ignores Steve’s hesitancy. Starts off as Eddie’s POV and switches to Steve’s

CW: Angry Eddie, forcing oneself to talk while nonverbal, Silent treatment, intrusive thoughts including suicide.

Eddie didn’t understand, he had taken weeks to plan the trip.

He was even going to surprise Steve by taking him to see some basketball team he liked the next day after the concert.

But no, Steve couldn’t even suck it up by doing something Eddie likes. What kind of shitty boyfriend is he? Eddie was just asking him to do one thing he liked.

He doesn’t care what Steve says, they are going. He worked too hard for this to work for Steve just because he ‘doesn’t want to go’

So while Steve sleeps, he grabs a duffel bag hidden in his boyfriend's closet. Shuffling quietly around the room, careful to not make the slightest amount of noise.

Quiet as a mouse, he ruffles through Steve’s dresser, packing his essentials in his bag. Mentally checking off items in his brain, he’s about to grab a t-shirt to pack but when he lifts it-

He stops short when he finds letters hidden under one of the shirts.

It takes a lot of self-control not to look through them, reminding himself that if Steve doesn’t tell him what it is, he has to respect that.

He places the letters back and places the t-shirts back over it neatly and ignores the worry in his gut.

Steve wakes up with the same numbness in his stomach, his alarm going off way too early for him having the day off of work.

He rubs his eyes, shuffling just close enough to the edge of the bed to shut his alarm off when Eddie comes bustling into the room. he assumes Eddie had stayed the night, too tired to head to the trailer.

When his eyes scan over Eddie, he notices a bag in one of his ring-covered hands and and a poptart in the other.

“C'mon Steve! We have to go get the little shrimps, Indy waits for no man!” He shouts excitedly, causing Steve to wince at the sheer volume so early morning.

He opens and closes his mouth, once again trying to figure out how to get the words out. Hoping they don’t choke him-

“Eddie..” he wishes he could say more than that but his mind betrays him because all he can feel is it choking him.

Eddie places the stuff in his hand on the desk in Steve room, walking towards the bed.

His excited demeanor shifts, unreadable expressions on him, something Steve hasn’t seen before. “No buts Steve!” He exclaims once more.

Eddie goes on, “We promised the shrimps we’d take them and I spent too much money on this to back out because you don’t feel like it.” Eddie walks towards the bed and grabs Steve by the hands, forcing him into a standing position like he was moving a rag doll up.

“Get dressed Steve.”

And with that, Eddie turns around walks out of the room, grabbing his stuff off the desk on the way out.

And oh.

Eddie sounds mad, fuck.

He didn’t mean to make Eddie mad, he just feels so exhausted. He has to make it up to him, he can’t have Eddie hate him over it. He’s learned over the years, just small things can change everything.

He remembers when he was 10 and repeatedly asking his mom to take him to the park to see his friends the next day. She said she’d think about it but when the day came around, she snapped. All he can remember is tears flooding his eyes, blurring the world around him as she yelled. Her often quiet voice turned sickeningly aggressive.

He can’t remember much before that age but It was that day that his mom changed, one mistake and she was gone. leaving him with the nanny.

So he rushes to get ready, running to the bathroom so fast he almost slips on his socks. He brushes his teeth and pushes his hair up into something of a greasy flop on his head.

“Hurry, Steve!” He hears Eddie yell.

And he only goes faster, rushing back to the bedroom to get his clothes on. Running around as if his life depended on it.

When putting his shoes on, he wonders why his jeans feel weird and he realizes he put them on backward.

So then he has to take his shoes off and flip them around, succeeding only in wasting more time. Fuck.

He grabs his wallet, his keys, and his phone off of his nightstand, hoping Eddie has else everything he needs.

Somehow he made it out before Eddie.

So he hops in the driver's seat and waits for Eddie to make his way down to the parking lot, he nervously pops his knuckles hoping to relieve his fast-beating heart.

Butterflies make their way into his stomach, not the ‘I’m in love’ butterflies but butterflies full of dread. They swish and make his stomach tumble, they make his heart race and his head light but it’s nothing like floating in clouds, nothing like love. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Opening his eyes, he pushes his hair out of his face, the gentle touch makes the butterflies calm down only slightly.

He sees Eddie walking toward the car and he slips the key into the ignition and buckles his seatbelt.

He takes the chance to change the radio to a calming station, something quiet.

Eddie opens the door and hops in, slamming the door harshly afterward. He takes another deep breath.

He looks over at Eddie and the metalhead just looks the other way. Away from Steve.

He breaths in and out, reminding himself it’s not gonna choke him. He asks “Can you put your seatbelt on?” He asks quietly as possible, hoping to not feel the vibration of his voice.

he gains an eye roll from Eddie but he still puts his seatbelt on so he counts it as a win.

As he pulls out of the apartment parking lot, at the corner of his eye he can see eddies hand peaking out and changing the radio. He switches the calming station that he had picked out to something loud, not metal but something so loud he knows it would bother Steve.

And not only does the metalhead change it, but he also turns up the volume so loud you could hear the way the speaker grated with the music, like nails on a chalkboard. Steve psychically winces but doesn’t turn the music off.

Too afraid of Eddie’s reaction.

He’s about one mile away from the first kid's house, Dustin’s. He’s just passing Lilly Drive, where the trees tower over the road.

He wonders what would happen if he just took his hand off the wheel…

Would he crash into a tree? Will the glass from the windshield cut him? How much blood would there be? Would his brain-

“Steve? eyes on the road!” Eddie snaps him out of his thoughts, his eyes widen as he swerves along the road.

He takes control of the wheel and forcing the car to stop.

“Jesus Christ” Eddie mutters

He breathes heavily. He can’t believe he almost did that, he wasn’t even thinking. It was like he was moving on autopilot, unable to think and drive at the same time.

He turns to look at Eddie in the passenger. He wants to make sure he is okay but when his boyfriend meets his eye-

“Steve, park the car. I’m driving” and oh no, Eddie looks madder. He didn’t even realize that was possible.

He rushes to force out the words. It’s not choking him, he berates himself. “I’m okay, I can drive.” He doesn’t even know if he believes it.

He hears the seatbelt undo beside him—“I’m driving, Jesus Christ. Your just trying to ruin everything.”—and the passenger door slams.

Steve scrubs a hand over his face. Fuckk

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Authors note:

I was bored and so I designed Steves apartment. so if u want to imagine what I think it looks like—

Also! If you have any question, comments or ideas please let me know! I’m kinda just having fun, I have a plot set up of how the story is gonna go but if u have any ideas id love to add them.

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Choking Part 5

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Summary: the party leaves to go explore and it all goes downhill. Starts with Eddies POV and ends with Steve.

CW: Panic attacks, Description of blood and flashbacks.

Eddie mindlessly clicked the remote, watching the TV flick through various colors. Half listening to what Dustin and Mike were talking about as they sat on the other bed beside him.

About every five minutes he’d glance at the man next to him napping, Steve, making sure he was still asleep. He watched the steady rise and fall of his chest as he mumbled, quietly talking in his sleep.

Eddie checked his watch, about 5 hours till the show. He looked to Dustin and Mike and whispered, careful not to wake Steve, “If the others are awake maybe we can go out for a little–” he didn’t even get his whole sentence out before they jumped off the bed and went into the other room to grab the others.

Eddie rubbed a hand over his face, sighing.

He slipped out from under the covers and made his way to the bathroom to change.

“We’re waiting on you Eddie!” Dustin knocked on the door impatiently. Eddie could hear the hesitation in his voice in his next question “Is Steve coming with us?” Eddie rubbed his eyes.

“No, he’s not, he’s tired.” He said. “And keep your voice down Henderson, Jesus.” whisper-yelling through the door as he answered.

He opened the door and Dustin gave him a sympathetic look. “Can you just talk to him? Maybe he needs to talk to you,” The younger titled his head.

Shocked that Dustin could read that much into it, he responded as cool as he could be. “Stay out of it, Butthead” see? He could be cool. He went to slip past Dustin and grab his bag  “Where is everyone else?” He took note of the empty room where only he and Dustin stood. Leaving Steve in the room, where he was asleep.

“If you give me a speech about talking to Steve, I will blow my brains out,” Eddie mimicked an explosion with his hands.

Dustin put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes, very Steve-like.  “Fine, Fine. Everyone outside waiting.”

“See?,” He said, giving Dustin a smirk.  “Was that so hard?”

Dustin pushed him away. “Whatever,” he grabbed his shoes. “You should probably leave a note for Steve or something.”

“Right, good thinking Henderson” he made finger guns and pretended to shoot Dustin as he walked out of the room to research for pen and paper.

Steve woke up with a start, jolting his body into an upright position. He gasped for air as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat. Steve looked around the room, the empty room. He scrambled out of bed, falling and getting caught in the blanket as it wrapped around his feet. He jumped back up and stalked over to the other kid's room, checking that and confirming it was also empty. The TV playing some random show as he walked back over to the bedside table in his room.

Steve blinked and picked up a note on the table. He squints to read it better but with no luck, he turns on the lamp beside the bed in hopes to see clearer writing. His eyes welled up with tears once more as he realized they had gone out for a bit without him, leaving him alone. He knew that he wouldn’t want to go out but he didn’t want to be left alone in an empty hotel room, by himself in the stark white room.

And almost like that, the room shifted. The once roomy walls warped as they close in on him, the fluorescent light that was almost not enough was blinding, and the high ceiling felt like it was falling in on him. He backed up, stumbling but dashing to the bathroom, hoping to find solace in the quiet. Curling into a ball on the floor, letting out a sob so powerful it hurt.

Everything felt wrong, and he began to cry. He felt like he was suffocating and he couldn’t do anything about it. He choked on his tears as he sucked in sharp breaths, his body begging him to breathe.

He can feel the vine slip around his neck, suffocating him. He knew logically that it wasn’t, that his thoughts were tricking him but In that moment all he could think was how much air he was getting. His breath was unsteady as the black slips around the edges.

No, no, no.

It’s not real, he tried to reason with the panic crowding him but he couldn’t just think about anything other than red skies and the overwhelming metallic stench of blood.

Steve looked up as his vision blurred with tears and saw someone standing in the doorway, was it a Demogorgon? No, no more. Was it Vecna? Steve kinda wished it was the Demogorgon if that was the case. That would hurt less, he thought distantly. Steve couldn’t help but let out a whimper as he curled into himself more, protecting himself from whatever was coming. He should’ve gotten ready to fight but he couldn’t move, he was frozen on the spot. Steve couldn’t tell what was in his brain or real life. 

A hand touched his shoulder and he was prepared for a sharp pain but it never came. Curious, he peaked out of the ball he was in, tears and snot still covering his face, he saw Eddie crouching down and looking at him with concern in his eyes.

And he couldn’t help but let out another sob as his eyes met the other.

Authors note: sorry for the delay, haven’t been feeling great and so posts might be a little slow

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Choking Part 3

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Summary: Dustin thinks Eddie and Steve are acting a little strange. Just a small baby snippet with Dustin’s pov

CW: Dustin being nosy, as usual, Forcing oneself to talk while nonverbal (not said but implied)

It had taken Dustin a whole week of chores to convince his mom to let him go with Steve and Eddie, even then she just thinks they are going to some dinosaur museum.

How old does she think he is? Dinosaurs are such a middle school thing to be excited about.

Plus, after fighting freaky mind creatures, he has yet to be surprised by a new discovery.

So here he is, waiting on the porch for them to pick him up.

He pushes up his sleeve slightly, checking the time, 8:20.

So twenty minutes late.

He isn’t usually surprised when Eddie is late but this? This is the performance of the lifetime. He’d expect him to be early! Dustin was so excited he almost worked himself into a panic attack! And for what?!

Goddamnit they better get here.

Wait- what if they’re hurt? He just sitting here! He should go see-

Steve’s Beemer pulls around the corner of his street, calming his mind.

He can make out Eddie in the driver's seat just by his messy hair. Weird, Steve never lets anyone else drive it.

He lifted his hand in a wave to Eddie in the window.

He grabs his bag and rushes down the front steps. Mentally cursing himself when he notices his shoes are untied and he almost trips.

But slick as always, he saves himself just before eating dirt.

He opens up the back door, “What took so long?” He rushes out just as he shoves himself inside. Trying to ignore the fact that Steve and Eddie most definitely saw him frail around.

He looked toward Steve in the passenger for an answer but when noticing his sullen expression, it was like the air got thick, the atmosphere tense. He gaped for a moment before his eyes were darting to Eddie and then back to Steve. He goes to close the car door, slowly like he was trying not to scare off a stray cat.

“What? No hello?” Eddie joked, he could clearly tell he was trying to cover up what was going on. Eddie put his hand on Steve’s thigh, smiling. A reflection that seemed foreign on Eddies face, the smile missing his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes at Eddie before turning to Steve but when he looked at him, he yelled- “What the fuck!” Why isn’t he saying anything? “What happened?” He yelled once more, for good measure, obviously.

“Nothing Dustin, Just tired.” Steve answered him, his sentence choppy. It reminds him of El when he first met her. Huh.

And when Steve’s eyes truly met his, just by a look Dustin could tell some kind of enteral battle was going on in that noggin of his.

He looked back at Eddie who has been glaring at Steve like Dustin couldn’t tell.

Ah,

So a lovers quarrel. That he could fix.

Easier said then done.

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[edvinssmedvin]

Choking Part 1

Hurt/comfort with couple steddie. When Steve can’t express how he feels, he accidentally pushes Eddie away.

CW: Choking, Mental illness, forcing oneself to talk while nonverbal, numbness. More challenging themes like self harm, suicide and intrusive thoughts are brought up later. Read at your own risk and be safe.

He doesn’t want to go.

He wished he could explain why.

The other day, Steve had agreed to go to Indy with Eddie and the party to see some metal band next week. But when he had gotten up the day before the trip, he felt off.

It wasn’t something new, he’d have days where he’d feel just absolutely numb.

Those days bleed into the next, he often hid away, unshed tears burning his eyes. Yet he felt so numb he couldn’t even get them to fall.

Those days, he hid. But the thing was, just because those days weren’t new for him, doesn’t mean it wasn’t new for Eddie.

He’d finally gotten comfy, pulling the blankets over his head and just leaving enough room for his head to peek through.

He was so close to sleep, so close to sleeping the numbness off until it eventually floated away.

But then he heard Eddie walk into his apartment-

“Honey! I’m home!” He jokingly called out.

Steve could hear his chunky boots pad down the hallway, clicking in chorus with the chains on his boyfriend's belt.

Steve sighed, he loved Eddie (still too afraid to admit that to him) but he was so tired. He wouldn’t be able to socialize tomorrow and definitely wouldn’t be able to today. He could talk but it was a struggle to have to force his voice to come out. It felt like he was choking, strangling him. An uncomfortable feeling in general and ever since his encounter with Vecna, it only brought back painful memories.

He called out, feeling sick. “In here Eddie!” It was like he could feel his vocal cords vibrating against his skin, grating and choking him.

Steve watched as Eddie swung open the room door, rushing to take off his shoes and jumping on the bed. Snuggling into him, taking the role of a big spoon. Steve let out a breath of air and Eddie’s arms wrapped around him immediately grounding him.

Eddie noticed this, of course, he did. Ever the intuitive, “What’s wrong princess?”

“Uhm” he struggled, trying to push the words out. Choking him. “I just don’t feel like going tomorrow.” He turned his head around, to see Eddie’s reaction.

“Why not?” Eddie frowned, eyebrows creasing. Steve could make out the faint remembrance of eyeliner dotting across his eyelids, pretty.

Choking him. Choking him. Choking him.

“I’m just tired, Eds”

He watched as Confusion flashed across the metalhead's features, his frown turning into one face of questioning. “It’s only like 9, you have time to sleep in” Eddie kissed him on the nose.

He took a deep breath in his nose, letting it out through his mouth. ‘Your not gonna choke’ he repeated in his mind

“I don’t wanna go Eddie.” He brushes Eddie off of him, scooting over, away from his boyfriend.

Hurt flickered throughout Eddie’s eyes and honestly, Steve wished he had the energy to care, but he just doesn’t.

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