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Day 030: Denouement.

Featuring Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley.

Mentions Will Byers, El Hopper, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson.

1,045 words. Final day, and it ends with one that I actually like. Huzzah, I'm free.

There was a lot of stuff going on in Steve's abode. After all six of the kids teamed up to get him to host a small graduation party at his house for Nancy, Eddie, Jonathan and Robin, it got pretty rowdy. Steve made it out like the party idea bothered him, but honestly? It was mostly fake. Especially after Max woke up thanks to whatever bullsh!t that happened with Will and El that Steve would pretend to understand, but actually know very little. Again, he didn't really care, she was back and that was all he needed to know. He watches her talking to Lucas and Dustin about some new video game and they seem just as excited as her, which makes Steve smile. Finally some fu¢king peace and quiet. A chance to move on. Will and El had said Vecna was gone for good, which was another reason he didn't mind the celebration.

If anyone deserved a celebration, it was those kids. “Some party, huh?” Robin says, nudging the spaced out Steve on the arm. He blinks to try and regain his composure, and nods. “It's alright, I guess. Nice to think about normal things for a change.” She nods. “But we probably won't stop looking into every weird shadow, or noise in the woods. And be jumps of faulty lights.” She comments, folding her arms and bringing down the mood. Steve sighs. “Yeah, we might,” he says, gesturing between himself and Robin. “But if you think I'm going to let that be these kids’ fate? You would be dead wrong.” She grins, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder. “I know you won't, just leave some care in that big heart of yours for yourself, okay? Or I'll be forced to do something about it.” Steve snorts, a small smile sneaking its way onto his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He says, waving a hand in the air dismissively. She nods, as if proud that her point came across the way she wanted it to. She then looks behind him, a big, sly grin appearing on her face. “You know, I think a great way to do that is to have a nice, long chat with Eddie Munson.” She says, pointing behind Steve, who swallows. “I think I would need a large drink of alcohol before I'm ready for that, and I have to make sure the kids get home safe and–” He stops upon seeing the look on her face. Her lips are tight, pursed with a slight dip of a frown. Her eyes darken, and an eyebrow shoots upwards. “What did I say about leaving some care for yourself?” She asks, and Steve scoffs. “Eddie's not–! I fail to see how that has anything to do with my self care?” Robin laughs, like full on belly laughs, which makes Steve eye the area surrounding them to make sure no one was paying attention.

Everyone seems too wrapped up in their own stuff to notice him, which makes him sigh in relief. Last thing I need is a group effort teasing me, or worse, Eddie finding out. That would suck so fu¢king much. Robin frowns properly now, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Has it really been that long since you've had a connection with someone in this way?” She asks, pulling him aside. Steve frowns. “What do you mean?” He asks, and she sighs. “You like him, right? You told me as much. Why don't you follow your own advice and y'know, get to know him?” Steve scoffs. “You and Vickie have similar interests, Rob. Me and Eddie couldn't be any more different. We don't have the same music taste, the same interests in general, and overall just don't click.” She raises her eyebrow, looking over at Eddie with a smile. “I think you'll find that you have way more in common than you think.”

Steve bites his lip. “Okay, maybe you're right, but I only met him because of this Upside Down sh!t, what if after this he wants nothing to do with me, with us?” He asks, and Robin snorts. “First of all, as long as Dustin is in both of you boys’ lives, Eddie will be in your life. Second of all, he's here, at this party, isn't he? It's only fair as his host to strike up a conversation, right?” Steve swallows, finally looking back at Eddie. “I hate when you use logic on me. It works almost every time.” Robin tilts her head. “Just almost?” She pushes, as if using telepathy to sense something more in his tone than someone else might. He rubs his chin, with a grunt. “I've... Never talked to a guy in this context before.” He admits, despite feeling stupid in saying it. Robin's face goes from teasing to serious in two seconds flat. “Oh! That's okay, Steve. I'm not gonna force you to like flirt with him or anything if you aren't comfortable with that. I just want you to say hi, at least!”

She grabs Steve's arm, and smiles. “Come on, I'll be your wing woman. I got your back.” Steve smiles back, begrudgingly letting himself be dragged towards Eddie, who was shifting his weight in the corner, eyeing the exits like the house was on fire. He sees Steve and Robin, and notably relaxes a bit. “Thank fu¢k, Harrington. I was wondering how long it would take for me to run out of reasons to high tail it outta here.” Steve smirks, with a light chuckle. “Am I not being a gracious host?” He teases, and Eddie scoffs. “There's only so much partying that I can take before my social battery dies. Not much you can do about that, though, Harrington.” Steve shrugs. “I can try.” Eddie grins. “Hit me with your best shot, man.” Steve chuckles, glancing at Robin, who mouths “I told you so,” before notably sliding off to talk to Nancy. She really just did that, didn't she? Just dumped me off, and slid out. Eddie watches her leave. “Think she's jealous I'm giving you all the attention?” Steve shakes his head. “No, she left because she succeeded in her ploy.” And I'm not mad that she did. He thinks, with a grin.

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Day 030: I’m Right Here

Author Note: Ahhh apologies I forgot to note that this is post Inversion. I don't really talk about much but I think some things are still a little spoiler-y. Also I haven't really written for Damien before, so I hope you enjoy! ❤

I couldn't sit still as I waited outside the infirmary tent, waiting for someone to tell us about Damien’s condition. My knee bobbed as I watched healers move in and out of the tents. The Shades were gone, the ward was down and we were all okay, in some sort of sense of the word.

A hand fell to my knee and it pulled me from my thoughts. Huxley sat beside me with a warm reassuring smile. I tried to mirror one back but I could feel my lips quiver. I turned away, back to the tent, and waited for some to come to call us or at least let us know how he was. The earth elemental kept his hand on my knee and at one point I had reached out to hold it. I gripped his large hand tightly.

“He is still sleeping but should be waking up soon,” A healer had come out to talk to the two of us, “You can go in and see him” Still unable to say anything, I nodded in response.

I stood, hand still gripping Huxley’s, and went to move towards the tent. I stumbled back as he didn’t move with me. I turned back and he had stood but didn’t move, his hand was still firmly in mine. “You go,” He smiled a lopsided smile, “He’ll be looking for you and you can let us know if he needs anything. I’m going to go check in on Lasko, he hasn’t stopped texting me, so I should go update him on Damien’s status.” Still struggling to say anything at all, I wrapped my arms around his waist as a response. I crashed into his large form and hugged him. He laughed into my hair, giving it a ruffle before we parted ways. I took a deep breath and entered the tent.

Damien was still sleeping when I got there. I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat. I had to remind myself that healing magic takes a lot out of you, it exhausts you, so it makes sense that he was still asleep. They would have told me if things had gone wrong, right?

I found a chair and pulled it up to his bedside, taking his hand in mine. Feeling his soft pulse under his irregularly warm skin was reassuring. It calmed my racing thoughts and runaway heart beat. I started to play with his hands, tracing down the fingers and across the lines on his palms.

“You’re anxious,” His voice pulled me from my thoughts and I turned to look at him. He had one eye open, watching me, “You know there is no need for that. I’m right here, I’m fine. Let’s be honest, Huxley made it look a lot worse by carrying m–” I crashed my body into him, my lips on his. He let out a small grunt of pain into the kiss but nonetheless, his hand moved to cup my face. I couldn’t help but laugh at the familiarity. He always had to have a hand pressed to my cheek when we kissed.

“I love you,” I finally whispered, it was the first thing I had said in what felt like years. He reached up and wiped away the tear stains on my face.

“I love you too.”