“Why are you looking at me like that?”

A rush of fear flicks over Steve’s face and he blinks. Eddie can see his Adam’s apple bopping as he swallows. “How am I looking at you?” he asks and it’s quiet and intimate and Eddie feels even weirder.

He scoffs lightly and clears his throat and shrugs. “Like…I don’t know, like I mean something to you, or some shit.”

Steve just stares at him. For a long fucking time. Eddie grows even more uneasy.

When Steve finally breaks out of his trance, he sucks in a trembling breath. His eyes well up, shining with unshed tears and Eddie feels himself pulling back a little in confusion and worry. It’s almost unnoticeable, but Steve notices. His face falls more if that’s even possible.

God, the guy looks devastated.

“Fuck,” he says, looking down and pressing a hand to his forehead. “Shit, why did I think I’d get better at hiding it, it didn’t work yesterday, it won’t work now.”

Eddie frowns. Yesterday? “What are you—Steve, I didn’t see you yesterday. I was at Rick’s. Alone. If you recall.”

Steve levels him with a long look, his eyes still full of that bitter sadness, almost managing to bleed into Eddie’s heart. He takes another deep breath and then looks down again when he says, “I know this sounds insane, but—“

He sighs and Eddie cocks his head. Steve honestly thinks he can shock him after everything?

“I’m stuck in this day.”

Eddie blinks. “What?”

“I—” Steve cuts himself off, sighs again, meets Eddie’s eyes. “Eddie, you die,” he says.

And he might as well have dumped a bucket of ice water on Eddie’s head with the way Eddie freezes. His voice sounded so final. So sure.

So…exhausted.

“The plan doesn’t work. And then you go and try to buy some more time. And the bats feast on you until you bleed to death.” Steve entangles his fingers in his shirt, tears at it, like that will do anything.

Eddie swallows. There’s something lodged in his throat, some kind of…lump of anxiety, blocking his windpipe from functioning normally. “That’s pretty…fucked up to say, Steve,” he tries, but Steve just laughs bitterly.

Like it’s a harder thing for him to say than it is for Eddie to hear.

“It is,” he agrees. “Cause I’m too late so save you.”

“Steve, why do you—”

“You die, Eddie. Every. single. time, you die.” His voice is wavering hard and Eddie is just so confused. What is happening?

He feels like Steve’s words claw at a part of him he can’t access, cutting open tiny pieces that start bleeding.

“You die and I have to live through that. I’ve had to. Like…54 times or something. I’m not sure how many exactly, I kinda lost count somewhere in the 20s. But I never manage to save you. And I’ve just.” He closes his eyes for a second. When he looks at Eddie again they’re so earnest and devastated and deep and—full of, of something. Something for Eddie.

“I’ve gotten to know you so well. I’ve spent so much time with you. I know that your favorite food is French Toast. That your uncle took you fishing once and never again because you couldn’t bear to see the fish suffer, so you threw them all back into the lake one by one. I know that the hair in your neck curls even more when it gets sweaty and I know that you loved you mom more than anything else and stopped eating for three weeks when she passed away. I know that you claim to hate every kind of team sport, but weirdly love hockey and I know that you hate how casually I just mentioned you mom and I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry! I just—” He stops and a sound exits his mouth that sounds like a sob.

“Every day I wake up,” he says, eyes pressed closed again. “And you—you look at me like that. Like you have no idea who I am. Like you aren’t my best friend. Like I haven’t bared my soul to you and gently placed my heart in your hands and—” He shakes his head, like he can’t believe he’s saying all of this, and honestly, Eddie can’t either.

“I keep falling in love with you more and more every fucking time I relive this goddamned day and you–you forget me. Every time.”

they got me in a chokehold for the past two months

SPIDEYTORCH but make it STEDDIE‼️

For my ST x Spider-Man AU ofc <3

Maybe in another universe..

things that happen when you make eye contact with an autistic person:

- their lazers activate

- the killer gets you

- the enderman instinct

- they turn into a flock of ravens and disperse

- you catch the autism

A closer look

Honestly, the stranger things documentary didn't just show how little the Duffers cared, but it also gave me the impression that the set/ fashion designers put their heart and soul into this and really expected more from the show they worked so hard on.

I mean, looking back at the previous seasons, the set, music, and overall background for the show was really interesting to me, and I think a lot of other people felt this way too, especially looking at how enthusiastic people were when analysing everything.

I just really think the people behind the scenes of Stranger things need some more credit. At the end of the day, the Duffers just wrote a pretty shitty, basic show and acted like it was some new, incredible idea.

That clip from the documentary where that fashion designer was talking about how they wanted Kali to look powerful, and one of the Duffers (idk which, theyre just two of the same person) just said like 'yeah, she's getting shot' like HELLO??? The designer seemed a little disappointed and I would have been two.

There was also a rumour a little while ago (tell me if I'm wrong) that Running Up that Hill was suggested by someone in hair/makeup/fashion or something and the Duffers only picked it bc of the 80s vibes, and after that last season I wouldn't be surprised.

I really liked looking into the music in this show (analysis of songs really interests me) and all of that to end with Mikes playlist having small-town boy on it bc he was a boy from a small town, and then playing heroes in the credits makes me wonder if the Duffers just wrote this whole show based off of vibes alone.

We need to get these people on a show with actual symbolism and build-up so they can put their talents to good use, because the Duffers aren't writing anything of use to them, thats for sure.

spinaraki comp🦎✋

Hc that Abaddon's love language to the Freelings is gift giving but the gifts are bird bones and whatnot bc he likes that kind of stuff so he thinks they're appropriate gifts. It's like when a cat brings you a dead snake from the backyard (which is also something Abaddon has definitely done). One time Ben found a dead squirrel in his school bag. It didn't help that he was at school when he found it. Abaddon didn't know where to put it so that he wouldn't miss it so he put it in his bag so Ben would definitely see it and appreciate him for it.

Something for another fic I’m working on,,