steve âare you winning babeâ harrington and eddie âfor the ninety-sixth time, thatâs not how dnd worksâ munson
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nancy wheeler is a dog person. specifically, a Big Scary Dog person. she owns two enormous dobermans and has named them the cutesiest names possible. think of the sugary-sweetest name you can think of and then double the cuteness. they are the most well-trained dogs anyone has ever met in their entire lives. they would kill for her if commanded. they also think they are lap dogs and insist on snuggling with her as much as they can. they have designated beds in her living room with their names neatly embroidered in pink on each one. their barks are intense enough to give a passerby a heart attack. they both have pretty little pink collars that nancy rotates out for a new one every couple of days. their teeth are the sharpest teeth youâve ever seen and they use them to bring nancy her notebooks and newspapers as gently as they can. she would die for them, but they would never let that happen. if she sits down beside them, they tower above her. itâs ridiculous.
ofc, if you wanna make it ronance (which i always do), when robin and nancy move in together, and the dogs can no longer fit on the bed with them (they are too big), nancy moves their beds from the living room into the bedroom and they sleep at the foot of the bed. someone once tried to break in and before robin could even dial 911, the dogs had it handled. nancy didnât even have time to bring out her handgun before the dogs had the intruder pinned to the ground. they wagged their tails the whole time. robin loves them. she is also terrified of their power. nancy runs the house and all three of themârobin and the dogsâare perfectly aware of this.
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okay but thereâs real potential for a situation where like. robin pulls some harmless little prank on steve and heâs just Baffled bc in Popular Guy Circles, pranks have always been mean and/or humiliating for the person being pranked (like asking someone out as a prank, pantsing people, rigging locker shaving cream contraptions, etc) but he ended up laughing at robinâs prank because it wasnât. like imagine he gets really into doing harmless little pranks after robin tells him âholy shit thatâs not what pranks should be, steve, theyâre meant to be fun!!â
and if you wanna flavor it with steddie angst, steveâs little pranks could culminate in some big misunderstanding where he asks eddie out and eddie assumes itâs just another prank
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its that time of the fucking month again
call me steve harrington at the end of chapter 15 of this fic because i am screaming and sobbing uncontrollably i am going absolutely Off The Rails and need to be sedated effective immediately :
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49226149?view_full_work=true
@bigskyandthecoldgun you absolute sick fuck. this fic absolutely destroyed me and i dont think i could look at seafoam green the same way ever again
but in all seriousness this fic is genuinely like. so so so beautifully written. you wrote and adapted their characters so well this is like peak steddie to me and it changed me in a fundamental way i dont think i can ever recover from something like this and i need this fic to be in my hands right now. im gonna tape it to my wall. and then cry about it or something
please read this. whoever reads this post i need you to click the link. if i suffered through this amazingly written masterpiece of literature im gonna make everyone suffer through it as well
ill probably edit this when im more coherent and when my brain actually starts to work again cause right now its on overdrive and like about to explode for the 15th time but please read this i beg of you
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part 2 of this
more of Them as d20 screenshots i happen to have
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nancy, who has cuteness agression so bad she doesnât realize her flirting comes across as genuine threats, and robin, who doesnât know why nancy seems so angry with her all the time
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steve's pov | dragon's pov
Her Dad has always been very lonely.
Even from when heâd found her in that horrible, dirty bush back when sheâd been but a kitten, the bright, comforting smile on his face had been tinged with a sort of sadness so deep it made her mewl with sympathy, digging her scraggly little paws into his shirt as heâd picked her up, using the last of her strength to nuzzle into his chest. Dad had stayed sad in the strange, clean room with the person in the white coat as they had explained something to him, casting glances down at her as sheâd struggled to hold herself up on shaky legs on the metal surface theyâd placed her on.
Her fur had been cleaned, sheâd been poked at and prodded and felt a whole lot better, and when Dad had taken her into the big house and placed her gently on the bed, telling her tales about someone named Nancy and her wit and her pretty face, and someone named Jonathan and his ability to keep up with the Nancy and make her happy, and how Dad was glad to have someone to talk to about all of it, that smile was back. The sad one. She hadnât been given a name yet, but her Dad had given her care she hadnât ever known, food and medicine and affection, and she loved him for it.
The Nancy and the Jonathan, whoever they are, are determinedly not loved by her, sheâd decided that night, curled up on her Dad's chest as sleep overtook her.
The day after, the small boy, who she affectionately calls Curly in the privacy of her own mind while Dad calls him the Dustin, comes over and gets far too close to her. She panics and swats at his noseâclaws sheathed, because he is smaller than Dad, and he isnât the Nancy or the Jonathanâand he shrieks, a delighted smile on his face that isnât tinged with loneliness like her Dad's. She hisses at him from the comfort of Dad's shoulder, a little raspy, and Curly makes a face.
âHer breath should be considered a weapon,â he tells Dad, and then a look of even more delight crosses Curlyâs face. âOh! You should name her Dragon! Fierce little monster with a breath weapon, it makes so much sense, Steve!â
Curly goes on rambling until Dad finally cuts him off. âOkay! Fine, her nameâs Dragon,â he relents. âHappy?â
Dragon is okay with that name, if only because Dad's smile is not as sad when he tries to hide it from Curly as the boy whoops.
She grows big and strong, broad and intimidating, and Dad tells her every day how soft and shiny her fur is, how sheâs such a sweet girl, how he thinks itâs funny when she roars at trespassers in their home. And, of course, the trespassers are many in number and often come into their home with little protesting from Dad, much to Dragonâs dismay. She loves her Dad and only her Dad. She likes the rest well enough, sure, but Dad is special.
Dragon spends the majority of her time practically attached to Dad. He gives her many pets and lets her sit atop his shoulders or his chest or his lap, always ready to guard him from the hands of other people. Dad is her human, not theirs. Even as they try to win her favor with treats and pets, Dragon turns her nose up at them with a hiss, her hackles raised. She needs not the fleeting affections of the smaller humans, or even the Nancy or the Jonathan, who she meets for the first time when they show up on her Dad's doorstep, telling him how theyâre here to take the smaller ones away.
âHi, Steve,â the girl says, and Dragon clambers her way up to her Dad's shoulders, making herself as large and imposing as possible. âJonathan and I are here to take the boys home.â
Her Dad radiates sadness. Loneliness. The girl must be the Nancy.
âAw, whoâs this?â the boyâhe must be the Jonathanâasks, reaching up towards Dragon, which is a definite no-no. He needs to learn. Dragon hisses in warning before swatting his hand, claws out, because Dad smells so dreadfully of loneliness that it makes Dragonâs heart ache. The Jonathan draws his hand back with a wince. Dragon purrs. âOw.â
âShit, sorry, I shouldâve warned you,â Dad says, and Dragon feels indignant at the fact the Nancy and the Jonathan have made him feel as though he needs to apologize. âDragonâs not exactly friendly.â
Dragon begs to differ. Sheâs plenty cordial with the children. She doesnât even take her claws out to swat their hands away when they try to pet her. Petting her is Dad's job, not theirs. âThatâs okay,â the Nancy says. She looks at Dragon and smiles. Dragonâs ears flatten against her head as she hisses again, and the Nancyâs smile falters. âUh, sorry, Dragon. Are they ready to go?â
She aims the question at Dad, who nods and steps aside to let the parade of small ones out of the house. âSee you guys around,â Dad says as he shuts the door, and he scoops Dragon from his shoulders, holding her out and up at armsâ length as he clicks his tongue and shakes his head fondly. âWhat am I gonna do with you?â
Dragon mewls. Youâre welcome, Dad.
âYeah, yeah, you donât like people, I get it,â Dad sighs, tucking her against his chest.
She nuzzles at his jaw and meows again. I like people well enough. I just donât like the Nancy and the Jonathan. They make you smile bad.
âIâm really the only person you can handle, huh?â Dad muses, scratching behind Dragonâs ears in the best of ways. Dragon purrs, making biscuits against his shoulder. âLittle beast. Tiny baby creature. Youâre the best.â
Dragon is neither tiny nor a baby anymore, but Dad seems intent on calling her his baby, which she doesnât mind. She gives him a quiet mrrp and nudges him again. Make friends that make you smile good.
âYouâre gonna have to learn how to deal with people sooner or later, Draggy. I think I wanna start dating again,â her Dad says.
She comes to learn that âdatingâ means bringing strangers into their house and closing the door to the den. Dragon makes her protests very known, yowling and scratching at the door when strange noises start up behind it, hissing and swatting and biting at the strangers when they get too close to her, and getting between Dad and the trespassers at every opportunity. None of the strangers make his smile any less lonely. If anything, they only serve to make it worse, and none of them seem to realize it.
The only person that Dragon comes to really like is the Robin, who she likes to call Dots, because of all the little dots on her face. Dots never tries to push her into letting her pet her, keeps her hands to herself with Dad, and makes Dad's smile a lot less lonely. âSheâs so sweet,â Dots says one day as Dragon sprawls herself out on Dad's lap, belly exposed for him to rub at with his blunt nails, just the way she likes. âDo you think sheâd let me pet her?â
âDragon doesnât really let people pet her,â Dad says, and Dragon lets out a little mew of agreement. For some reason, it makes Dots and Dad laugh. âI mean, you can try, but itâs kind of a miracle she tolerates you enough to let you sit next to me.â
âI donât wanna bother her,â Dots says, and Dragon promptly decides that sheâs her favorite of all the strange people her Dad brings to the house.
Human litters are strange, Dragon has discovered. She can only assume that the humans, too stupid to name themselves, have roles that correspond to the strange words they call themselves, the same across the board. Each litter must have the Steveâher Dad's title among the groupâwho clearly leads the rest of them, the Dustin, who is the Steveâs apprentice, the Erica, who is second in command, the Mike, who is in charge of scowling, the Lucas, who is the Maxâs companion and the one in charge of games with orange balls, the Max, who is the Lucasâ companion and the one who makes funny comments, the Will, who is in charge of breaking up arguments, and the El, who is the superhero. The Robin, of course, is in charge of being the Steveâs best friend. The Jonathan and the Nancy are still of little concern to Dragon, but she has determined they are in charge of moving the children in and out of the house. Again, totally unimportant.
The El and the Will donât come around much anymore, and Dad says that this is because they are in California. Dragon doesnât know what California is, but itâs a long word, which she usually only hears in reference to sicknesses. Dragon hopes the El and the Will get better soon. The Jonathan has also stopped coming around, and itâs curious that this development seems to make the Nancyâs smile just a bit like Dad's now.
Dragon had been entirely unaware that a human litter needs an Eddie until one comes barreling in one afternoon in the cold months, throwing his things unceremoniously onto the couch in the TV room and shouting Dad's title into the house. Dad is not home yet. He is off with Dots at what he calls âwork.â Dragon postures herself as big and scary as possible, ears flat against her head as the tall man with dark hair and clothes and dangly metal walks down the hallway, towards the kitchen. Andâthe audacity astounds herâhe starts poking around in the cabinets, making himself a meal! How rude!
Dragon yowls, low and throaty, posted up in the doorway to corner him. âOh, shit, Steve has a cat?â the man asks, crouching down but making no move to coax her closer. âHey, buddy, whatâs your name?â
Dragon blinks at him and meows. Youâre a stranger in my home. Why would I tell you?
âAh. Mrawr. Lovely name,â the man says, nodding. He purses his lips and an airy noise comes from him, kind of like that metal thing Dad uses on the stove every now and then. âYou are huge. Not that thatâs a bad thing. Youâre very pretty.â
Preening a little, Dragon lets out a little mrrp of gratitude. Yes, Iâm very pretty. My Dad takes such good care of me. Now, go away.
The door opens again. Aha! Finally, Dad is home, and they will be rid of this intruder, the stranger who hadnât been told about Dragon, so he must be lost, he must be looking for a different human litterâs Steve. He isnât scowling, so he must not be a Mike or a Max. His hair is curly, so perhaps heâs a Dustin? He is looking for a Steve, after all. Or perhaps he is a Robin, by that logic.
âEddie! Hey! Whatâs up, man?â Dad asks, andâ
Oh, his smile is so bright and finally free of the loneliness that plagues it.
Dragon has only ever seen him smile like that once before, when Dots and Curly had been at the house, the three of them playing some kind of game with the Erica. She needs to keep that version of Dad's smile around. Itâs the best one, and far too rare. The rest of Dad's litter smiles like that all the time, and it wouldnât do if Dad continues to only show that wonderful smile on special occasions. She dutifully steps aside as Dad moves into the kitchen.
This Eddie is the key, Dragon realizes. The key to making her Dad not so lonely anymore.
Dad and the Eddie embrace. Dragon has never seen Dad as relaxed as he is in the Eddieâs hold, save for when heâs asleep and Dragon is guarding his slumbering form. âGood to see you, dude,â the Eddie says. âYou got any coffee?â
âYou and your coffee,â Dad says, shaking his head as he pulls back, going all around the kitchen in a routine Dragonâs only seen in the mornings.
As her Dad and the EddieâDragon decides to call him Ink after one of Dad's comments about the strange black shapes on the Eddieâs armsâtalk idly and sip at their coffees, Dragon observes. Dad has never seemed so at ease, so happy. There isnât a trace of the loneliness anymore, not a single sad crease in his forehead. Ink even makes him laugh. So much, too! And Dad looks at Ink like heâd looked at the Nancy that first time sheâd showed up on their doorstep. Wanting. Wistful.
Dragon makes a decision.
She will make sure Ink and Dad are never separated. She will convince Ink to spend more time with her Dad. She will keep her Dad happy. Her Dad will never be lonely again, not if Dragon has anything to say about it.
After a while of talking, Ink nods down at her. âYou know, Iâve been meaning to tell you how cool your cat is,â he says. Dragon takes that as her cue to get up on her Dad's shoulders. She shudders at the prospect, but if she lets Ink pet her the next time he tries, surely Dad will realize that he must stay with them. She gives her Dad a reassuring purr and nudges his cheek with her face, and Ink smiles. âDragon. A fitting name for a majestic beast.â
âI donât know why sheâs so unfriendly,â Dad sighs, reaching up to scratch behind Dragonâs fluffy ears. Dragon purrs even harder. When Ink makes a strange noise and reaches up to join her Dad in scritching behind Dragonâs ears, her Dad takes a step back. No! Thatâs not the plan! âWoah, careful, man, donât want you to get clawed.â
The big smile on Inkâs face gets smaller, but somehow feels more private. âCats donât really like me, anyway, I donât mind a little scratch or two,â he says, stepping closer to offer his hand up for Dragon to sniff.
Dragon doesnât even need to sniff him, though he smells strongly of outdoors. Heâll smell enough like Dad sooner or later. She just pushes her face against his knuckles. Pet me, you imbecile. Show Dad how you will love us.
She even keeps purring to drive the point home. âHoly shit, she doesnât do that with anybody,â Dad says. Yes! Heâs getting it!
They continue their conversation, and Dragon feels herself getting shifted into her Dad's arms, so she nuzzles against him. Dad is talking about things that donât interest her, strangers and the like, so she meows pointedly and licks his face. Tell the Eddie he needs to stay. We donât have one yet.
Finally, the conversation points to her in a favorable way. âWell, maybe you just have to find somebody she likes,â Ink says, scratching under her chin. She meows again and squints, tilting her chin up. Sheâs really going all out here. Dad better get her point. Ink makes a strange sort of sound. âAw, see? Sheâs a sweet girl. Iâm sure sheâll have a soft spot for someone other than yourself soon enough.â
âDraggy,â Dad coos in his play-voice, âwill you please let Daddy get laid? Be all sweet and good instead of biting peopleâs ankles?â
Dragon doesnât know what any of that means, but it clearly makes Ink horrified enough to drag the conversation elsewhere, which, againâannoying. Neither of them are getting her point, not even when Dad shifts her so that her tummyâs facing up and she lets Ink give her belly rubs. Belly rubs! Those are not given lightly, and Dad must realize it, because Ink comes over a lot more often after that.
She always makes sure Ink and Dad are sitting together, lets Ink pet herâand, admittedly, heâs pretty good at itâand watches to make sure Dad's smile never turns lonely. And it doesnât, not with Ink around. Dragon changes nothing about how she interacts with other people, but she gets clingy to the Eddie, trying to show her Dad that he should be, too. Dad even lets the Eddie into the den, lets him lay on the pillows beside him as they talk and talk about things that Dragon doesnât understand and doesnât particularly care to.
But Ink is not close enough. On one memorable occasion, Dragon even paws at his arm until he gets the hint to scoot closer, and she thinks that if her Dad could purr, he would. Dad doesnât get the hint, though, even still, because even though Dragon is pretty sure the Eddie of the human litter is supposed to provide love to the Steve, Dad doesnât seem to realize he can. Dragon even lets Dots get in a scratch to her chin, just to show Dad that if even she can let other people in, so can he.
âYou are killing me, you little menace,â Dad tells her one night when Ink isnât in the room, but heâs still in the house. âWhy do you like Eddie so much, huh? I mean, sure, heâs funny and heâs nice, but itâs not like you can understand what he says, you donât speak English.â
Dragon meows indignantly at him from where she sits on his lap. I understand enough to know that this Eddie is the Eddie you should keep.
âYeah, yeah, I see your point. Eddie is pretty great,â her Dad mutters.
Dragon yawns, because the little song and dance her Dad is doing about his silly feelings is exhausting, and starts making biscuits on his thighs, then purrs. He is. And you deserve that. You should not be lonely, and he makes you un-lonely.
âOkay, so heâs handsome, too, but I donât see how thatâs appealing for you, youâre a cat,â Dad huffs. Dragon watches him pause, then his face goes all pink, and he looks funny. âWell, thatâsâit doesnât appeal to me, either, I guess.â
Dragon gives him an inquisitive little mrrowp? in response. What does handsome mean? You should let him give you whatever pets for humans are.
Her Dad makes air push out of his mouth for a while. âLook, Draggy, you gotta find someone else you like. Eddie canât be the only other person you can tolerate, itâs just not realistic,â he tells her. Rude. She tolerates everybody.
Dragon roars. The Eddie loves you, so I love him. Whatâs so hard to understand about this? You love him, too, if you would stop being obtuse about it.
Dad has the audacity to shush her, even if he does give her some pets. âYeah, I know, and I like having him around, tooââ
âTalking to your cat about me, Stevie?â Ink asks.
Dragon makes a whole big show of letting Ink give her tummy rubs, keeping her eyes on Dad the whole time. See? You could have this, too. Just be brave. But, unfortunately, Dad doesnât get the hint, because while he puts Ink in clothes scented by him, Ink sleeps in one of the dens for guests rather than in Dad's den. Fine. If Dad wonât get the message, maybe his Eddie will.
She sits outside of the door to the guest den Ink sleeps in and yowls and cries until he comes out to pick her up and put her on Dad's bed. âPlease tell your daughter to stop screaming at me,â he says, and Dragon gets dragged into her Dad's lap. The Eddie turns to leave, which is outrageous! All of that work, for what? Dragon lets out an indignant cry, and Ink turns back around. âOh my God, what?!â
Dragon gives him a little chirp and trots to the edge of the bed, nosing at his hand. Sleep in here, Dad is so lonely when he sleeps.
âDraggy, let Eddie go to bed,â Dad protests. Dragon resists the temptation to tell him to stay out of it, because he is still her Dad and must be respected.
âYes, Dragon, I need my beauty sleep,â Ink tells her, which is further infuriating, because Dad already thinks heâs pretty! He stares at Ink all the time! When the Eddie turns to leave again, Dragon yowls again and takes his hand into her mouth to try and drag him towards Dad. Ink looks to Dad, probably for guidance. The Steve is the leader, after all. âDoes she want me to stay here?â
They exchange more words, which is a terrible bore, but Ink clambers into the bed, so Dragon is triumphant. Theyâre not close enough, though, not as close as the humans on the TV that make Dad sigh wistfully, so Dragon pushes against Inkâs back and doesnât stop pushing until he scoots a little closer. Still, itâs not enough.
âShe keeps pushing at my back,â the Eddie says. âWhy is your cat so strong, dude?â
Dragon is so busy being pleased at the comment that she nearly misses what her Dad says in response. âI can take her out of theââ
She lets out a panicked screech, as loud as she can. No! Youâll never do this on your own! I have to help, so I have to be here until you figure it out!
Neither of them make any further threats to remove her, so she just keeps idly nudging at Inkâs back. After so much chatter, really, humans have got to be more direct with each other, the Eddie takes initiative, leaning close to her Dad's face. Finally, finally, they look the way the humans on TV do, and Dragon quietly makes her way off of the bed as the strange noises that usually mean she gets locked out of the room begin, meowing when thereâs a pause.
I will stay out of your way, Ink. Please make him happy.
Dragon heads down the hall and curls up on the bed of the guest den, too tired from her matchmaking efforts to be kept up by the increase of noises from the room next door.
To be given her proper credit the next morning, she politely snatches up one of the shirts on the floorâthe one that smells like Dad but the one Ink had been wearingâand waits for her Dad to see her up on the bed before swishing her tail smugly. When Ink sees, he cackles. Dragon can tell that he will live up to his title. The Eddie will make the Steve happy, just as heâs meant to.
Honestly, Dad should listen to her more often. Dragon has very good ideas.
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steve's pov | dragon's pov
Steve had found Dragon hiding in a bush when sheâd been a teeny, tiny kitten with mangy black fur and green eyes that took up basically her whole face.
Sheâd been so sickly, in fact, that the vet had warned Steve she might not make it. Steve had refused to give up on the kitten, though, nursing her back to health as best as he possibly could. Now, sheâs an enormous, regal-looking cat that has a meow closer to a roar, a purr that makes her sound like a motorcycle engine, and breath so terrible it should be legally qualified as a hazardous gas. That is, admittedly, where Dragon had gotten her name. Steve had found her just after the events of â84, and when Dustin came over to bug him for a ride to the arcade, heâd been all but obsessed with the poor cat.
âDâyou have a name for her yet?â Dustin had asked, eyes wide with wonder as the kitten had scrambled up Steveâs pant leg and climbed up to perch on his shoulder, shaking and terrified at the stranger in their home.
âNah. Figured Iâd just call her, like, Midnight or something,â Steve had said with a shrug, to which Dustin had taken great offense.
Upon smelling the stench that had come from the kittenâs hiss, Dustin had declared her a fearsome creature with a breath weapon, whatever that meansâa Dragon. So Steveâs got a cat that is incredibly clingy and a little stinky, but only when she opens her mouth.
And his cat is ruining his dating life.
The thing about Dragon is that she doesnât like most people. She tolerates Robin, even when sheâs sitting next to Steve, but other than that, she hates it when people get close to Steve. Dragonâs the most territorial cat Steve has ever met, and Steve can hardly go anywhere in the house without Dragon at his feet or on his shoulders. And balancing a cat as large as Dragon on his shoulders is not an easy feat. Dragon screams if Steve closes her out of a room heâs in and sleeps directly atop Steveâs chest. That cat is the clingiest creature on the planet, and Steve would die for her.
But Dragon despises people. She hisses at the girls Steve brings home, yowls when the door to Steveâs bedroom is closed, and swats at anyone that tries to so much as touch him when heâs on the couch. Itâs absolutely destroying Steveâs chances at bringing girls home, and while most of his dates are content to bring him back to theirs, Steveâs getting a little tired of being kicked out of bed. At least when heâs at home, he can mope right away when girls turn down his offer of staying the night and leave early, rather than moping in his car.
And itâs not like heâs getting a ton of action lately, anyway. Now that the whole Vecna debacle is over, with Eddie and Max out of the hospital, the Party spends most of its nights together, so Steve hasnât been going on too many dates anymore. Instead, he spends his time either on someone elseâs couch or his own, and if itâs the latter, he can count on Dragon sitting squarely on his lap and everyone but Robin sitting a few feet away for safety purposes.
Itâs a late afternoon in November, when heâs hanging out alone with Eddie at his house for the first time, when Dragon does something truly surprising.
She lets Eddie pet her.
Theyâre hanging out in the kitchen, Steve almost done with his cup of coffee and Eddie nursing a cup of his own mixed with an absurd amount of hot chocolate powder. The coffee in late afternoon is a peculiar habit of Eddieâs; he says itâs because itâs when his uncle usually wakes up, and they have coffee together, so Steve thinks itâs kind of sweet. Itâs a really nice afternoon, chilly but not too cold, only slightly overcast so that itâs not too sunny but not too cloudy, either. The cool light makes Eddieâs hair look shiny, and the gleam bounces off his skin like a halo might.
âYou know, Iâve been meaning to tell you how cool your cat is,â Eddie says, nodding towards the Dragon in question. Dragon hops up on the counter, then hops up on Steveâs shoulders, purring as she nudges the side of her face against Steveâs cheek. Eddie grins. âDragon. A fitting name for a majestic beast.â
âI donât know why sheâs so unfriendly,â Steve sighs, reaching up to scratch behind Dragonâs fluffy ears. Dragon purrs even harder. Eddie snorts and reaches up to join Steve in scritching behind Dragonâs ears, but Steve takes a step back. âWoah, careful, man, donât want you to get clawed.â
Eddieâs grin turns into a small, fond smile. âCats donât really like me, anyway, I donât mind a little scratch or two,â he says, stepping closer to offer his hand up for Dragon to sniff.
Instead of the hiss Steveâs predicting, Dragon pushes her face against Eddieâs knuckles and continues to purr. âHoly shit,â Steve breathes, eyes wide, âshe doesnât do that with anybody.â
âShe probably does that with you,â Eddie points out, and Steve gives him a flat look. The answering shit-eating grin he gets is unfairly endearing. âNah, I get what you mean. But seriously? There must be someone else she likes. One of the kids? Some girl you brought home that happened to have cat treats in her purse or some shit?â
Steve groans and shifts Dragon into his arms, feigning annoyance when Dragon nuzzles against his jaw. Itâs actually pretty cute. âNo, this little asshole is ruining my chances of getting laid,â he says. âShe hates everybody I bring home. She doesnât even like the kids! The most socializing sheâs ever done with another person before this is her letting Robin be next to me. Dragon tolerating a relationship? No way.â
Dragon lets out a loud meow and licks Steveâs cheek. âWell, maybe you just have to find somebody she likes,â Eddie says, scratching under Dragonâs chin. Dragon meows again and squints, chin tilting up to give Eddie more room to scratch. Eddie clicks his tongue. âAw, see? Sheâs a sweet girl. Iâm sure sheâll have a soft spot for someone other than yourself soon enough.â
Steve decides to play along. âDraggy,â Steve coos, âwill you please let Daddy get laid? Be all sweet and good instead of biting peopleâs ankles?â
âIâm sorry, did you just call yourself Daddy?â Eddie sputters, looking mortified.
Frowning, Steve shifts Dragon so that heâs holding her like one might hold an infant. âYeah, Iâm Dragonâs dad, and sheâs my little baby,â he explains. âDuh.â
âNo, okay, whânevermind,â Eddie says, shaking his head. âMy point is, even if Dragon hates the ladies, Iâm sure thereâs one lady out there for you she wonât hate.â
As Eddie pets Dragonâs tummyâher tummy!âSteve realizes that, yeah, there is one person out there that Dragon doesnât hate.
Steve resolves that, if Dragon really doesnât mind Eddieâs company, he should have Eddie around more often. The way Steve sees it, if Dragon gets used to Eddie being in the house and being close to Steve, she might open up to other people who are around a lot, like the Party, and then she could even learn to tolerate girls coming over. As much as Steve hates to admit it, Eddie Munson might just be the reason his dating life gets revived.
At the next movie night, the movie night that Eddie finally shows up for, when Dragon hops into Steveâs lap and everyone scoots at least ten feet away, Steve pats the seat next to him. âHey, Eddie, câmere,â he says, and Dustin openly gawks when Eddieâs able to sit right next to Steve with no roaring protests from Dragon.
âWhat the hell?! Iâve been in your house so many times and Iâve never been able to sit near you when Dragonâs around!â Dustin huffs, scowling at the fluffy bastard. âAnd Iâm the one who named her! Iâm practically her godfather!â
âI donât know what to tell you, Henderson,â Eddie says, a slow grin spreading across his face, which canât be good. âIf Steveâs puââ
âNope,â Steve cuts in, slapping a hand over Eddieâs mouth, cheeks burning, ânot gonna let you finish that.â
Eddie nods. âVery wise,â he says, muffled. âIt was gonna be incredibly inappropriate.â
Satisfied with having stopped that, Steve moves his hand away, and Eddie knocks their shoulders together. To Steveâs shock, Dragon doesnât hiss or swat, just snuggles further into Steveâs lap and purrs harder than sheâs ever purred before. The movie starts up, and Steve watches Eddie reach over in the dark, usually a bad move when it comes to Dragon. But Dragon just lets Eddie run a hand over the top of her head, and Steve leans into his side, the two of them sharing a small smile.
After the movie, when most everyone else has gone home, Eddieâs still around, scratching behind Dragonâs ears. âYou know, you should hang out here more often,â Steve tells him, and Eddie raises a brow at him. Steve tilts his head. âI mean, Dragon doesnât get a lot of socializing in, soâŚitâd probably be good for her.â
Clearly holding back a grin, Eddie nods. âSure. Iâd love to come around more so Dragon gets some socializing in,â he teases, and Steve rolls his eyes, holding back a smile of his own. Eddie leans closer, smoothing his thumb over Dragonâs fuzzy little cheek. âSheâs really cute. Has good taste in who she lets pet her.â
Eddie casts his gaze down at Dragon. His lashes are long and dark. He has really nice hands, too, and itâs easy to notice them as they run over Dragonâs pitch-black fur. âYeah,â Steve says quietly, giving Dragon a pat by her leg, âshe does.â
Eddie comes over way more often from then on, and Dragon gets somewhat clingy to him, which is kind of unbelievable, because Dragonâs never rubbed up on anyoneâs ankles but Steveâs, but itâs a marked improvement. The only downside is that Dragon still hasnât improved with anyone else, but Steve figures thatâll change sooner or later.
For now, heâs content to hang out with Eddie in his room, laying on the bed with Dragon sitting on his chest and Eddie laying beside him. âLittle lady,â Eddie coos, almost nose-to-nose with Dragon, who purrs. âSweet baby girl.â
âSheâs a smelly girl,â Steve tuts, scratching between Dragonâs ears. He looks at Eddie. âI still canât believe youâre the only one out of everybody we know that she likes.â
Eddie looks up at him, big brown eyes shining with mirth. âI dunno, I think itâs pretty believable. I happen to be very likable,â he says. And, to Eddieâs credit, Steveâs found that he kind of is. âAnd besides, cats have good judgements of character. Iâve been chosen.â
Steve raises a brow. âI thought you said cats didnât like you.â
Face scrunched up, Eddie tilts his head. âYeahâŚI lied. Didnât want to make you feel bad if I did get scratched,â he explains.
Thatâs fair, actually.
Dragon meows, raspy and roaring as always, and she smacks her paw out at Eddieâs arm, using herâtrimmed, because Steve takes very good care of herâclaws to drag him closer. âShe wants you closer? Thatâs crazy,â Steve comments as Eddie scoots into his space, their sides pressed together. âShe must really like you.â
Eddie doesnât say anything, but he does smile, soft and private, and Steve thinks itâs nice. Itâs a smile he hasnât seen before.
Itâs pretty.
Even with Eddie and Dragon getting buddy-buddy, it still doesnât seem to be helping Steveâs case with bringing anyone home. Hell, Dragon still isnât even close to being civil with most of the Party, barring Robin, who actually got in a single chin scratch the other day. But Eddie and Dragon are getting along swimmingly, to the point where Eddie can actually pick Dragon up! Granted, itâs not for very long, because Dragon starts screaming about ten seconds in until Steve takes her from Eddie, but still. Itâs insane.
âYou are killing me, you little menace,â Steve tells Dragon one night while Eddieâs using the bathroom. âWhy do you like Eddie so much, huh? I mean, sure, heâs funny and heâs nice, but itâs not like you can understand what he says, you donât speak English.â
Dragon meows indignantly at him from her place on Steveâs lap, slow-blinking at him.
âYeah, yeah, I see your point. Eddie is pretty great,â Steve mutters.
Dragon yawns and starts making biscuits on his thighs, then purrs.
âOkay, so heâs handsome, too, but I donât see how thatâs appealing for you, youâre a cat,â Steve huffs. He blinks, face flushing. âWell, thatâsâit doesnât appeal to me, either, I guess.â
Dragon gives him an inquisitive little mrrowp? in response.
Steve blows out a long breath. âLook, Draggy, you gotta find someone else you like. Eddie canât be the only other person you can tolerate, itâs just not realistic,â Steve tells her.
Dragon roars.
Shushing her, Steve pets her to sweeten the deal of shutting up. âYeah, I know, and I like having him around, tooââ
âTalking to your cat about me, Stevie?â Eddie asks, bouncing into the room and sitting down beside him with a flouncy sort of flip of his hair. âWell, Madam Dragon, I do hope he hasnât been slandering my good name.â
Heâs using that silly cat-voice he does when heâs talking to Dragon, and itâs almost as endearing as the way Dragon rolls over to let Eddie rub her tummy. âI would do no such thing,â Steve says, feigning offense, and Eddie rolls his eyes.
âMiss Dragon, donât listen to a word he says,â Eddie tells the cat. He glances over at the clock and frowns. âAh, shit, itâs getting late.â
âYou could stay here, if you want,â Steve offers. âMaybe Dragonâll suffocate someone else in their sleep for a change.â
Eddie laughs, but he takes Steve up on the offer, heading into the guest bedroom in a change of clothes that definitely doesnât make Steve feel a certain type of way about seeing Eddie in his one of his old swim team shirts. Though, the night is not peaceful, because a certain giant, annoying cat refuses to stop screeching at the top of her lungs. Eddie comes stumbling back into Steveâs bedroom, Dragon held in his outstretched arms, Eddieâs hands tucked under the catâs armpits.
Thereâs a grumpy, slightly disgruntled look on Eddieâs face. âPlease tell your daughter to stop screaming at me,â he says, placing Dragon on the bed, and Steve reaches for her to drag her into his lap. Eddie nods and turns to leave, only for Dragon to scream again, and he whirls right back around. âOh my God, what?!â
Dragon gives a little chirp and trots to the edge of the bed, nosing at Eddieâs hand. âDraggy, let Eddie go to bed,â Steve says, his voice rough with what little sleep heâd managed to get between Dragonâs long and loud meows.
âYes, Dragon, I need my beauty sleep,â Eddie says. When he turns to leave again, Dragon yowls and bites downâseemingly gentlyâon his hand, carefully stepping backwards towards Steve while she does so. Eddie looks just as bewildered as Steve feels. âDoes she want me to stay here?â
âI have no idea. Iâve literally never seen her do this before,â Steve tells him. âBut, like, you can, as long as itâll stop her from screeching.â
Eddie blows out a long breath. âHonestly, I donât even care at this point, I just want to sleep,â he groans, clambering under the covers until theyâre laying face-to-face beside each other. Eddie smiles at him, then winces and scoots closer. âSorry, ahâsheâs pushing my back.â
Dragon gives a little mrrp of confirmation.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into her, Iâm sorry,â Steve whispers, and Eddie just half-shrugs, eyes darting everywhere but Steveâs face. He looks uneasy. âHey, man, if youâre uncomfortable staying here, you can sleep on the pullout in the den and Iâll just lock her in here, sheâs got a litterbox and water in my bathroom, sheâll be fine. And you wonât hear anything down there, soâŚâ
Eddie shakes his head. âNah. Wouldnât wanna put you through that torture.â
He gets slightly closer, and Steveâs face goes a little hot at the proximity. Their noses are almost touching. âSheâs being a little douchebag,â Steve murmurs. âIgnore her.â
âShe keeps pushing at my back,â Eddie tells him, sounding a little panicked. âWhy is your cat so strong, dude?â
âI can take her out of theââ
Dragon lets out a meow so loud that it rings out for a few seconds after sheâs done.
Eddie is clearly fighting a laugh. âOkay, so keeping her out of the room isnât an option,â he says, and Steve chuckles. Eddie gives him a curious sort of look. âHeyâŚabout earlier. What were you telling Dragon about me?â
Oh, just that youâre funny and sweet and, apparently, I think youâre really handsome, is what Steve probably shouldnât say.
âOh, just that youâre funny and sweet and, apparently, I think youâre really handsome,â is what Steve says, because heâs an idiot.
Eddieâs brows shoot up, behind his bangs. âIâm sorry, you think what?â
âThat youâre really handsome,â Steve says, because, again, heâs an idiot.
Blinking, Eddie starts to frown. âAre you messing with me right now? Because if you are, that is not cool, Harringtonââ
âIâm not,â Steve says. âIâmâI didnâtâI mean, Dragon really likes you, and cats areâŚa good judge of character, and youâre, uhâyouâre pretty.â
The frown turns into a poorly-hidden smile. âIâm pretty?â Eddie echoes, lashes batting, and Steve canât tell whether or not thatâs intentional.
âYou are,â he says softly. âYou also make me laugh, and you get along really well with my cat, whichâand I donât know if you know thisâis very hard to do.â
Eddie laughs, almost bashful. âI did say thereâd be somebody Dragon had a soft spot for other than you, didnât I?â
âThe little menace is a matchmaker,â Steve mutters, and Eddie leans forward just slightly until their noses are touching. Steve reaches up to cup Eddieâs face. âCan I kiss you?â
âAbsolutely,â Eddie says breathlessly.
Steve presses their lips together gently, moving slowly, and Eddie hums into the kiss, one hand on Steveâs waist and the other sliding up to his chest. Itâs soft and itâs good, and Steve leans into it a little more, his fingers tangling in Eddieâs curls as he deepens the kiss. Unfortunately, Steve has to pull back for air, but Eddieâs smiling when he does. Dragon meows, much further away than Steve had thought sheâd been, and the sound of her collar jingling grows quieter and quieter.
âWell,â Steve says, âI definitely found somebody she likes.â
âSafe to say, she wonât prevent you from getting laid anymore,â Eddie murmurs, his low voice sending a shiver down Steveâs spine. He gets this hesitant sort of look on his face, like he isnât sure if heâs overstepped. âI mean, only if you want toââ
Steve interrupts him with a chaste kiss. âOh, I want to,â he whispers.
The next morning, when they wake up tangled in each otherâs arms, clothes littering the floor, Dragon is sitting on the edge of the bed with Eddieâs discarded shirt in her mouth, tail flicking back and forth, looking smug as ever.
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steve having a cat that refuses to be touched by anyone but him (it tolerates robin by extension ofc bc it has accepted the reality that theyâre a package deal), and eddie gets warned by the entire party that steveâs cat hates people who arenât steve or robin. eddieâs fully prepared to get scratched the fuck up, but the catâs almost as friendly with him as it is with steve. huh. weird.
meanwhile, steveâs poor cat is trying to figure out a way to get its owner to stop being so sad all the time, and when one of the strange people he spends time with makes steve smile, the cat is determined to keep him around at all costs.
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okay. concept.
steve gets a very minor head injuryâmaybe one of the kids with less hand-eye coordination attempts to play catch with him and it goes wrongâand he has (temporary) amnesia as a result of it. he wakes up in the hospital and doesnât know who anybody is, but he does know how he feels about them.
and the hot guy with gorgeous curly hair to the left of the girl he knows is his platonic-twin-flame-soulmate? well, obviously, steveâs in love with him. but when he expresses how relieved and happy he is to have finally found someone who seems to love him as much as he loves them, the ridiculously attractive guy gets this really strange look on his face and starts to leave.
eddie, whoâs been pining after steve for months while assuming heâs straight, is immensely confused and concerned when steve gets emotional and begs him not to go, that heâll do better, that he wonât forget ever again, he swears heâll be good.
robin, whoâs been steveâs emergency contact since the day after starcourt and had known hopper was his emergency contact before her. robin, who knows steveâs parents hadnât shown up to the hospital after that night with the demogorgon and still havenât shown up. robin, who knows hopper had begrudgingly promised to put himself down as the emergency contact for anyone who hadnât had loved ones shown their faces at the hospital after what had happened, and there was only one person who that policy applied to. robin, who knows exactly why steve had reacted the way he had, and who knows that steveâs been in love with eddie since heâd carried him out of the upside down and collapsed at the hospital as soon as they had eddie in an operating room.
robin, who knows that steve thinks he ruins things by loving people too much, too soon, watches eddieâs face contort into panic.
robin, who knows that eddieâs instinct to run has a nasty habit of showing itself at the worst moments, rushes out of the room and blocks the door with a heavy chair that she sits in until the boys are forced to talk about things.
and of course, when itâs over, when the boys have talked it through and when steveâs recovered his memory, robin is paid in free weed, a âthanks for getting our shit together for usâ party complete with a cake that has that exact mantra spelled out in icing, and eternal dibs on shotgun in steveâs front seat.
(dustin, who is not at all thrilled about that last one, sucks it up because steve is the happiest heâs ever seen him.)
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spider-woman robin buckley and her reporter love interest nancy wheeler send post
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imagine eddieâs out of work because reefer rick got put away for good, and rick kept such a tight lid on his own supplier that eddie has no clue where to buy from now. heâs applied to a couple of jobs, but nobodyâs gotten back to him yet. thankfully, his saving grace comes in the form of a flyer for someone seeking a babysitter.
enter single dad steve, who just needs someone to watch his five kids (and occasionally the miracle baby hopper-byers twins from nextdoor, because theyâre best friends with his kids and refuse to be separated from them for longer than twelve hours) for a couple hours while he takes a much-needed nap every few days. he canât keep asking their auntie robin and auntie vickie, after all. even if theyâre more than willing to watch them, steve feels like itâs too big of an ask without payment, which they refuse to accept. and if the babysitter that responds to his flyer just so happens to be a very attractive guy whose guitar-playing and d&d skills are enough to captivate said childrenâs collective attention for those hours, wellâŚthatâs just an added bonus.
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steddie fake dating au that starts because robinâs mom keeps pushing for her and steve to get together and robin gets so fed up that she yells, âitâs not gonna happen because some people are gay, mom!â
and upon seeing the utter horror and fear on her face, steve swoops in and says heâs the one whoâs gay. cue mr. and mrs. buckley, local hippies, attempting to show how supportive they are, and all the while steve gets eddie to agree to fake date to get the buckleys to prove theyâre safe, so that robin will feel comfortable enough to come out to her parents.
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âsteve uses the harrington charmâ this, âsteve uses all his typical flirting playbook movesâ that, give me a steve who assumes that since heâs crushing on eddie, whoâs a guy, he has to use moves that girls usually use on guys in order to get eddie to recognize that heâs flirting.
give me steve thinking that since eddie isnât a girl, all the usual flirting he does wonât work, so he assumes he should use the moves girls heâs dated have used on him instead. give me steve tilting his head and batting his eyelashes and asking a very perplexed eddie to explain something about cars or sports since âguys are just so smart about this stuff.â give me steve playing up being cold until eddie gives him his jacket, give me steve feeling up eddieâs biceps and going âwow, you must work out a lot. oh, you donât? couldâve fooled me, your muscles are, like, so big.â give me eddie being so bewildered because steve keeps laughing at jokes that probably arenât as funny as heâs making them out to be, or eddie being perplexed by steve twirling his hair or smiling coyly while trailing his fingers over the tattoo on eddieâs forearm.
just steve absolutely laying on the moves, but theyâre not his usual moves. robin is incredibly amused and has resigned herself to eventually explaining that the gender of the person steveâs flirting with doesnât necessarily have to change his approach (only once the comedy of the situation dies down, of course). eddie is utterly bewildered, because other than this, steve is acting totally normal.
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i find it so interesting that in rebel robin, robin seems confident that her parents will be cool with her being a lesbian whenever she decides to come out to them (theyâre major hippies), and that angle isnât really explored in fanon works all that much
like yes i also love the headcanon that wayne would be like. very chill about all that and the trailer is where the older kids come to hang out and be openly queer without worry but !! i also think the buckley household being a safe space is such an interesting idea that nobody really explores !!
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ronance has a very similar dynamic to ben and leslie from parks and rec to me idk
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eddie, who has carefully curated playlists for every specific emotion/situation he can think of, versus steve, who just has a mega playlist of literally every song heâs ever heard and even vaguely enjoyed and maybe one other playlist for, like, parties
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