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At the kids' senior DnD campaign's finale, Steve needs a break from the noise (or rather, a break from oggling Eddie) to get drinks in the kitchen. Eddie follows him to offer some help, but he might just have to help Steve with a different...problem.
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“Oh come on, please,” Steve begged, bottom lip jutting out dramatically.
“Why?” Eddie asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Because whenever you read during your campaigns you like, go into a different world, and I wanna see if you do the same with books. I wanna join you in your little world.” Steve spoke quietly into Eddie’s ear. “What, are you scared?’
“N-no.” Eddie loved but hated the whispering at the same time. “Whatever, just don’t make fun of me.”
Steve gasped, gripping his chest, “I would never!”
Eddie laughed, rolling his eyes, and cracked open the book.or
Steve wants Eddie to read to him.
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- Part 4 of Turning Headcanons into Fics
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“Open your eyes dammit!” tears ran down his face, “Eddie, please!”
“Steve, wake up!”
“Please, just wake up, please.” Steve sobbed.“Steve!”
Steve’s eyes shot open. Eddie was on top of him, shaking him.or
Steve gets really bad recurring nightmares of the upside down and Eddie tries his best to comfort him.
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- Part 3 of Turning Headcanons into Fics
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“What happened?” Eddie mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“Too much, too fast.” Steve answered, still rubbing circles on Eddie’s back.
“How did yo-” Eddie was interrupted by Steve.
“Know?” Steve added, “I could practically hear your heart in your chest dude.”
Eddie looked anywhere but Steve’s eyes. Embarrassed by his transparency.
“Oh and your heart monitor was going crazy sooo.” Steve laughed, earning a punch in the shoulder.or
Eddie developed POTS from the trauma to his brain (ya know from his heart stopping) and Steve won’t leave his side, catching him when he has fainting spells/gets lightheaded.
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- Part 2 of Turning Headcanons into Fics
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Soft. So soft that he could think of nothing but touching Eddie’s dark, fluffy hair. His hand continued twirling and combing through the smaller curls at the front of Eddie’s scalp. Soon his other hand was twirling the curls on the other side, pulling the boy’s hair out of his face completely. He hadn’t even realized what he was doing, his hands moving on their own, his focus loosely back on the TV.
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- Part 1 of Turning Headcanons into Fics