[he's quiet again. feels like he's suspended, somewhere; floating, or falling. he looks at Eddie, really looks at him with those blue eyes, fucking wet again and it's like a dam breaks, inside of him. he doesn't know how to vocalise it; has never said i love you to a single person beyond his mother and meant it. isn't sure he knows how.
so he let's all go; opens up the months of longing, the wanting, the absolute ache of giving a shit, of falling for Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, and pushes it towards Eddie. the fondness, the misery of it, the absolute secret, private delight of having them accept him. the fear of rejection; the fear that Steve doesn't even really like him, that he's been tolerated for Eddie's sake. that he's just been tolerated, period.
in the middle of it is love; the fear of losing them. of not fitting, of not being good enough. the hurt, finally, that Eddie would think he just wants to fuck them.]
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Date: 2022-08-30 02:04 am (UTC)so he let's all go; opens up the months of longing, the wanting, the absolute ache of giving a shit, of falling for Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, and pushes it towards Eddie. the fondness, the misery of it, the absolute secret, private delight of having them accept him. the fear of rejection; the fear that Steve doesn't even really like him, that he's been tolerated for Eddie's sake. that he's just been tolerated, period.
in the middle of it is love; the fear of losing them. of not fitting, of not being good enough. the hurt, finally, that Eddie would think he just wants to fuck them.]