( there’s a moment where eddie just enjoys the closeness, the familiar weight of arms around him. eddie of the past would be balking at the scene before him, wondering why the fuck he’s trying to bury himself in hopper’s chest. the eddie who’s been through too much shit, who could admit to his fucked up brainwashed family that hopper means a whole lot to him without batting an eyelash? that’s still eddie now, so he finds himself relaxing, feeling a little safer.

he turns his head, hiding the mark on his cheek against hopper’s chest. the man’s shaking and eddie tightens his own hold around his flank, hands resting against hopper’s back. he looks up at him, head tilted up with a seriousness in his gaze. ) No matter how pissed you are, you can’t go ballistic on them.

It was a good idea. In theory. ( a pause and then firm, ) Promise you won’t.