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kiaradrawings96 · 7 months

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My 5 eyes character fanart from Yu-Gi-Oh! is done. What a project. I'm glad to have finished it after all. Ah yes, my favorite chara is Yugi. I like his character, in the fight against Atem and in the last movie he could also prove what he has ^^ Who is your favorite from the series, feel free to write it in the comments 😊

#drawing #anime #fanart #animedrawing #realism #yugi mutou #yami yugi #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #yugioh kaiba #yugioh #yu gi oh duel monsters #yugioh dm #colordrawing #ygo duel monsters #ygo fanart #ygo #Joye Wheeler #art

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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Safe and Sound

When Eddie and Steve settle into their relationship, the Party notices some...interesting changes about their Dungeon Master and their favorite babysitter.

Eddie has always been one of the most alert people they have known. It probably comes with the drug dealing territory and also being the town freak, he never knew when he’d get jumped on the street or simply tossed around for a good laugh of the local jocks. He always watched his surroundings like a hawk, his dark eyes sharp in contrast to the laid back smile. Eddie was quick on his feet, always ready to move out of the way or jump to the higher ground.

The Party can’t exactly put a finger on it at first, but there is definitely something different now that Eddie and Steve sat them down, explained to them that they got their wish, they finally get along, actually, they might be getting along way more than they ever hoped, and after some clarification ("is it because all of your dates in last year sucked, Steve?" asked Dustin and got smacked by Max in return) the Party congratulated them and pretended to gag at every display of affection. The first one to notice the change is Erica, they are all walking to get some ice cream before they continue their campaign and Eddie is taking notes, mumbling to himself and scribbling numbers in his notebook. Steve walks next to him, just a mere friend to an outsider's gaze. Eddie is completely immersed in the campaign planning and he nearly walks into the street light - but only nearly because Steve is there, gently grabbing Eddie's elbow and redirecting him out of harm's way. The metalhead just mutters "thanks, love" and keeps taking notes as if nothing has just happened. Erica rolls her eyes and scoffs at Eddie. "What happened to attention to your surroundings, not cool anymore?" and Eddie just smirks, not looking up from his notes, while Steve answers: "It's okay, I got him. Let him work on your dragon hunting thing so he actually gets some sleep tonight." Erica doesn't say anything after that, but the wheels are turning in her head.

The summer is very hot this time, and they decide to go swimming to the quarry, burying the bad memories under a pile of new ones, joyful ones. Steve stays with Eddie on the shore while the seven children test the water, splash each other and slowly escalate to a full-scale war. Mike spits out a mouthful of water after being dunked and prepares for counter attack, but his opponent - Max - is distracted. She's looking at their babysitters, slightly frowning. "I swear that normally Steve would be shouting his vocal chords away that we're taking it too far," she says and squints to look why they're not getting the usual load of motherly care. It appears that Steve is...sleeping? Well, that is unusual. His head is in Eddie's lap while the other man strokes his hair, watching the teenagers play. Max just shrugs and goes back to drowning Mike, but she makes sure to check on the two of them afterwards.

"Something wrong, Red?" smiles Eddie, his voice quiet not to wake Steve up. The hand in his hair doesn't let up.

Max shakes her head, watching the rise and fall of Steve's distractingly hairy chest. "No, it's just...I haven't seen him this relaxed in a while. I got kind of worried when he didn't yell at us for...well," she points towards the water where Mike and Lucas are wrestling.

Eddie just smirks. "He deserves the rest. You know he's been watching you tiny shits for years nonstop, so I'm taking over when he lets me. And as far as I'm concerned, if there is no loss of life or limbs, you're good. But keep it tame. If you make me get over there and wake Stevie up, there might be loss of life after all. Now off you go, gang up on Wheeler or something."

It's Will who manages to articulate what they're all unable to when Steve hosts the next Hellfire Club meeting, carrying trays of baked snacks to the table. His hand slips a bit, but before anything falls and ruins the pristine carpet, Eddie is there, stabilizing him. "I got you, love," he mutters and takes the tray from his hands. Steve just smiles back, no words needed.

When they disappear into the kitchen to bring drinks, Will smiles to himself. "They look so in sync," he mentions to Max who seems to be sharing his thoughts. "They've always been so..."

"Sharp? Alert? Freaking out about the next catastrophe?" she supplies.

Will nods. "Yeah. It's nice to see them finally being able to relax. I mean, I guess it comes with dating, but not for everyone. I'm happy for them. It...it must be nice," he finishes, a tinge of pink in his cheeks.

Max just smiles at him and squeezes his hand under the table. "You will get there too," she assures him. "And then Erica will be on your case all the time when your...partner..." she says quietly, not daring to voice her suspicions aloud, "has to hold you back from jumping under a car because you're too caught up in sketching."

Will snickers and Max joins in, giving his hand one final squeeze. "I'd like that," he says, his eyes bright, just like their future.

#steddie #domestic steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #strangerthings #stranger things #strangerthingsdrabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #will byers #erica sinclair #steve x eddie #hellfire club #max mayfield

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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A continuation of the childhood sweethearts first kiss fic...

Eddie is 10 when he get his first kiss. A lot of people wouldn't consider it a real first, It's a dry press of chapped lips, chaste and sweet, but it remains the best kiss he's ever had, the one that means the most.

It's the summer before he moves to Hawkins--spending the school break with his Uncle Wayne--before he's known to the town as a loser weirdo freak, and he makes a friend. A boy golden bright as the sun, who steals Eddie's heart at first glance and keeps taking it again and again and again--not by force, but by his pure kindness, by his surprisingly wicked sense of humor, by the joyful way he experiences the world.

They run through the woods of Hawkins, ride bikes until the streetlights glow, swim until they fall asleep on a pool lounger, spend their nights in a tent in the wide Harrington backyard. He's not known around town yet, so the parents don't hate him, call him trash, fear for their child's reputation. He's just a boy still, his faded clothes and worn tennis shoes can be blamed on northing more than the consequences of a summer spent outdoors. Though, maybe it's just that Mr. and Mrs. Harrington aren't around enough to notice.

On his last night before he returns home to his parents, they make a fort in Steve's bedroom, find all the blankets and pillows in the house, create a cozy structure just big enough for two. They share all their secrets, their hopes and dreams, and as night becomes morning, Steve whispers, "Eddie...can I kiss you?"

Yes is the only possible answer he can give, and as Steve's mouth touches his, Eddie knows he will never love anyone else, not for as long as he lives, not if they never even see each other again.

He belongs to Steve Harrington, body and soul.

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Eddie moves to Hawkins a year later. His first day of school, two months into the semester, he sees Steve in the hallway. Eddie's whole face lights up as he sees his friend, but--Steve's eyes slide right past him. He sees Eddie, no doubt about it, but there's no light of recognition, no excitement, no joyful reunion.

After a few years he accepts that Steve will never acknowledge him. He almost succeeds in not letting it bother him, and it's for that reason that it doesn't break his heart when Steve falls for Nancy Wheeler. It doesn't kill him to see Steve's beaten face after his fight with Jonathan Byers. It doesn't keep him up at night, watching Steve lose all his other friends. He doesn't hate jocks and rant on cafeteria tabletops just in the hope that Steve will look his way.

Everything changes after Nancy and Steve break-up and Hargrove beats the shit out of him. Whatever high school social cachet Steve still has disappears overnight, but dethroned King Steve still doesn't notice Eddie. He's made his peace with it. Moved on. He's an adult now, basically. He's going to graduate high school and move to the big city and he'll meet so many guys and never ever think about Steve Harrington ever again.

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He's smoking a cigarette in the little-used bathroom up by the auditorium. His eyes are half-closed, imagining shapes in the tendrils of smoke.

The door bangs open, shocking him upright, the cigarette falling to the floor.

Steve Harrington stumbles inside, hands covering his face, blood pouring through his fingers.

"Steve!" Eddie yelps, can't help it when there's blood, when Steve is hurt.

Like always, he doesn't even bother to look at Eddie. It shouldn't shred his heart to pieces but Eddie's always been weak for Steve.

"What happened?" He asks, even though he knows he shouldn't care.

"Doesn't matter," Steve answers. He's standing at the sink, blood splattering the white porcelain red.

Acting against each one of his sharply honed instincts, Eddie rushes to the nearest paper towel dispenser, ripping half the roll off.

"Move your hands. Relax your head." He's surprised when Steve does as he says.

Eddie uses the paper towels to staunch the flow, pinches at the bridge of Steve's nose with his thumb and index finger. "How do you not know how to fix a bloody nose?" he mutters.

"I know how," Steve argues. "I just--" he pauses, swallows hard. "Why are you helping me?"

He doesn't know how to answer this question. He shouldn't be helping Steve.

"I don't know."

They don't talk again, not until the bleeding stops, and then Steve says, "It was Hagan, the motherfucker. He shoved me into a locker and I didn't have time to get my hands up."

"He's a dick," Eddie agrees. "It's not broken, though."

Steve shrugs. They fall silent again, neither moving. "Thanks," he says. He doesn't look at Eddie.

"Would have done it for anyone."

Those hazel eyes stay fixed to the linoleum as Steve nods. Eddie doesn't know what to do next. If he should leave or press for more that he shouldn't want.

But then Steve lets out a gulping kind of sob, is falling against Eddie's chest, and Eddie wraps his arms around him, holds him so tight even he can't breathe.

"Oh, Stevie," he whispers, and without really thinking, he pulls them into the nearest stall, shutting the door behind him.

Between his cries Steve repeats, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Eddie can't tell him that it's okay, so he combs his fingers through Steve's hair and holds him, fighting off his own tears.

Eventually the sobs stop and the tears dry up, but Steve doesn't break their embrace.

"I shouldn't have ignored you, Eddie," Steve says into the quiet. "You didn't deserve it."

"Why did you?" Thinks it's his right to an explanation, after everything.

"I wrote to you. After you left. Was gonna visit Wayne and get your address, but then my dad found them. He said, 'boys don't write letters,' and ripped them up. He told me if you ever showed up in Hawkins again we weren't allowed to be friends. The next week he'd signed me up for every available sports league in town.

"I was so excited when I saw you at school, Eds. I couldn't believe you were here. I panicked, though, and decided to pretend like I didn't recognize you. It was easy, not having to decide what to do, so I just...kept doing it. I wanted my dad to be proud of me."

"I'm sorry he did that to you, Stevie. For what it's worth, I would've loved to get those letters. I would've written back."

Steve laughs a little. "I know. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I've regretted it every day, but I had no idea how to make it right."

Eddie shouldn't want more. He knows that he's lucky they've even had this moment, but he always needs to push.

"You could try now," he says.

"Hmm?"

"To make it right. You could try now."

A smile illuminates Steve's perfect face. "You mean it?"

Steve's hand slips against Eddie's cheek, moving up to card through his hair. His thoughts scatter like fractures of light, as Steve touches him in a way he only imagined in the midnight depths of his wildest fantasies.

Their second kiss is just as soft and sweet as the first, their lips coming together in a gentle press.

They separate, and his fingers immediately go to his mouth. "You--did you--" He squeezes his eyes shut, takes a few deep breaths. "You can't kiss me like that unless you mean it, Steve. You can't just--"

"I meant it. I meant every second. I never stopped missing you. I hated that I made it impossible to be your friend. It's been eating me up for years. I want to make it right."

"I need time," he says. His voice trembles. " I want that too, Steve, but after everything, I need to know I can trust you."

Steve nods and gives him a small smile. "I'll do anything, Eds."

---

They hangout almost everyday, and Eddie finds that, underneath all that King Steve bullshit, he's still the boy Eddie fell head over heels for at 10, golden and bright and so lovely. Still mean, still funny, still owns Eddie's heart.

Steve doesn't kiss him again, and that's for the best no matter how much Eddie longs for it.

A little over a month later, Steve invites Eddie to his house again.

He follows Steve up to his bedroom--just as terribly plaid, just as empty of things that made it Steve's--except there's a pillow fort built against the bed.

"What's this?" Eddie raises an eyebrow and stifles a smile.

Steve rolls his eyes. "You know what. C'mon, get in."

They're a little too big for a fort now, but they squish inside, limbs tangling until they end up in a giggling heap.

"A fort, Stevie?" Eddie asks once he can talk again.

Steve's smile is soft. "These last few weeks have been the best of my life. You're my best friend. And I was just wondering--" he falters here for the first time, breath stuttering. "Can I kiss you?"

Sparks erupt in Eddie's chest, his smile so big that it hurts. What a fool he was, to think he would ever stop loving Steve Harrington.

"Please," he answers.

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kimoi-00 · 11 months

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✨ WH SHOWMAN AU ✨

LORE/PLOT

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Children of All ages! Come to The Darling and Barnum Circus! Hear the music, Laugh at the clowns, Be thrilled by the perilous leaps of the acrobats, marvel at everything the performers do! "Let Your Imagination Run Wild!"

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It's somewhat same with the plot of The greatest showman, although I have to change a bit of it because of the characters but the gist of it is there.

Instead of P.T Barnum (Aka Wally) being married (like from the original plot), he will inherit the circus from his father who came before him who was the original Ring Master/Owner of the Circus. So it was passed down to him.

Everything start in his childhood, as he sees how his father handles the circus. His other friends are actually the sons and daughters of the original cast ( the original circus performers ) As they all grow up they will be the one managing the circus, once it's their turn and their parents retire as performers.

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Here are the rest of the roles of the members/performers!

Wally Darling as P.T Barnum the Ring Master (Renamed as Wally D. Barnum son of Wallace D. Barnum his father)

(OC)Marie Sincere as Lenny Lind (The Singer)

Julie Joyful and Sally Starlet as the Albino Twins (Renamed as The Cheerful Twins)

Frank Frankly as Anne Wheeler The Trapeze Girl (Renamed as Frank DareDevil the Trapeze Artist)

Eddie Dear as Phillip Carlyle (The Upper Class Boi)

Poppy Partridge as Lettie Lutz The Bearded Lady (Renamed as the Feathered Lady)

Howdy Pillar as Frank Lentini the 3 legged man (Renamed as Howdy Pillar the Multiple Limbed Man)

Barnaby B. Beagle as The Lord of Leeds the Largest Man in the world (Renamed Barnaby the Giant Dog)

(I UPDATED IT! I ADDED MORE DETAILS AND ALSO THE ROLES OF THE OTHER WELCOME HOME CHARACTERS!)

#I made him a little taller- BHAHAH LMAO #welcome home #welcome home art #welcome home fanart #welcome home puppet show #wh fanart #wally darling welcome home #wally welcome home #wally #wally darling x reader #welcome home au #WH Showman Au #wally darling #FROM NOWWW ONNNNNN

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starsarefire824 · 6 months

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Byler Big Bang

I had the luck to pair with @wheelersboy for the Byler Big Bang this year! It has been a lot of fun. I drew some simple portraits. I hope you like! 🖤

*please click for quality. View on desktop. Quality is shit on mobile for some reason.

Go read their awesome story HERE.

Summary:

“I think you’d make a good priest,” Mike says, after a moment. His face is serious, but there’s an almost joyful sincerity in his eyes. “Yeah?” Will asks, flattered. “Yeah. You know how people say they can see God in someone?” Mike asks, and Will nods. “I can see God in you.”

Hawkins, Montana, June 1988. When Lonnie Byers catches his youngest son in the arms of another boy, he calls in that favor owed to him by rancher Jim Hopper in Lenora: Will must work as an unpaid ranch hand and learn to "man up." Mike Wheeler follows him to the creepy ranch with electrical problems, like any best friend would.

#byler #byler big bang #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #i love a repressed mike wheeler #cowboy au #byler fanfiction #ranch hand au #yes i reworked will's face from an old artwork #but it worked perfectly. sue me #<333333 #thanks jo for a great time

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 4 months

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I’ve been on a little hiatus but I’ll be back come the new year!

Just wanna take this time to say Happy Holidays! I hope you have a wonderful and joyful day!

Also, shoutout to my besties for a wonderful year! 🩵💜

@plentyoffandoms @springgirlwaiting4fall @wheeler-beretta-harwood @1dluver13xx @omg-im-such-a-masochist @mrsmatt @breezyvk @katries @tahiri-veyla @bullet-prooflove @bucky-barnes-diaries @rubyred1980 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @eddie-kingstons-wifey @sunshinevirus @jacksonhoethedate13 @wwenhlimagines @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @crowleysqueenofhell @darqchilddaydreamz @mycheersricochet

#happy holidays #merry christmas

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bylerbigbang · 5 months

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nosebleeds from epiphanies (i took full in the face)

Fic by @wheelersboy | Art by @boycattj and @starsarefire824

Teen | 15k words

“I think you’d make a good priest,” Mike says, after a moment. His face is serious, but there’s an almost joyful sincerity in his eyes.

“Yeah?” Will asks, flattered.

“Yeah. You know how people say they can see God in someone?” Mike asks, and Will nods. “I can see God in you.”

Warnings: Period-Typical Homophobia, Blood and Gore

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“Why did you come?” Will repeats. “You didn’t have to do that. I didn’t ask you to come. You could have stayed in Hawkins.”

Mike furrows his brows and juts his chin forward. “I wasn’t going to just let you go by yourself. Who knows…what would happen?”

Will pauses. “...What would happen…if you were in Hawkins alone?”

Mike looks up at him. Looks him straight in the eyes. “No. What would happen to me if you were here alone.”

Will shakes his head. “You would be fine. You would’ve managed, like you always do.”

“So what are you saying, that I shouldn’t have come?”

“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.”

“Will…we can’t talk about that right now.”

“Well, when can we?”

“Will. Why?”

“Because I want to talk about it.” Will braces himself.

“Well, I should have said never. We can’t ever talk about this.” Mike scoots closer to Will. “This is one of those things, Will, that we’re not supposed to talk about.”

“Why, what’s going to happen?” Will challenges, suddenly feeling brave.

“We could—” Mike nearly shouts. He takes a breath, and then lowers his voice. “Someone could find out,” he says calmly. “People get beaten. People get sick, Will. They don’t…they’re not happy.”

“Mike, I can’t—some people can’t just…ignore it. I don’t think this is anything that will just go away. Pretending to be something else makes people unhappy, too.”

“Well, this sounds like a lose-lose situation. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t,” Mike says, resigned.

The wind howls through the valley, and Will clutches his hat to keep it from flying off.

“You don’t really think that, do you?” Will asks quietly. He doesn’t know what answer he’s hoping for.

Mike looks down at his hands, fidgets with his gloves. He swallows hard, clears his throat. “Father Frank said that if a man experiences any unholy…feelings…that he can’t suppress, then he should devote his life to God and join the priesthood.”

Will contemplates this response. “You really believe a man like that is…damned?”

“I don’t know what I believe anymore.” Mike removes his gloves and tosses them on the ground in front of him, hard.

Will watches Mike’s face as he blinks slowly, his mouth twisted in distress. He so badly wants to believe Mike is wrong, that there is a way they could be happy—whether that’s together or on their own. Deep down, they both know Father Frank is right. Damned to hell for following his heart. Condemned to a lonely life as a priest if he follows the Bible. He chuckles, in spite of himself.

“What?” Mike questions, clearly thrown off by Will’s reaction.

“Oh, nothing, it’s just—” Will laughs again. “I can’t imagine you being a priest.”

Mike raises his eyebrows. The corners of his mouth twitch. “That’d be terrible, I think.”

“Terrible for you? Or for the Church?”

Mike bites his lip. “Both,” he admits.

They share a laugh. It feels good.

“I think you’d make a good priest,” Mike says, after a moment. His face is serious, but there’s an almost joyful sincerity in his eyes.

“Yeah?” Will asks, flattered.

“Yeah. You know how people say they can see God in someone?”

Mike asks. Will nods. “I can see God in you.”

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#byler big bang #bbb23 #byler #byler fanfiction #byler fanart #masterpost #nosebleeds from epiphanies

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ilovefoodwithallmylife · 2 years

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TFP Arcee x Human reader (Headcanons)

A/N: GIF isn't mine, credits go to the original creator.

Warnings: Short, Angst, Mention of Trauma, Fighting, and Death, Crack, Spoilers of Arcee's past, and Fluff.

•Arcee is not the best at relationships so you have to be the one to initiate it first and please have patience with her.

•You're one of the people to who she only opens up about her problems, especially about her past and Airachnid.

•Since she's traumatized by what happened to Tailgate and Cliffjumper, her two partners that were sadly offlined, she is very protective over you.

•Basically she can be an overprotective mama bear at times-

•Though, Arcee is only like that because she fears of losing someone else that she cares about...

•The thought of you dying just makes her remember what happened to her formers teammates :'(

•Both you and her spend time together by driving around Nevada, and she can't help but feel happy when she sees you enjoying yourself. <3

•She thinks it cute when you're being all cheerful and joyful.

•Sometimes you and Arcee would just talk to each other's day with like "How are you?" "What happened at work?" And all that stuff.

•She definitely teach you to fight, because incase future situations come where you need to defend up for yourself, you know how. Only if you're willing to.

•The bot would never force you to do something you don't feel willing to do, or if you feel provoked in doing so.

•And Jack becomes a third-wheeler just by seeing you two being all "lovey-dovey", he's there like "😐 Really?" Because he feels single-

•Arcee may not be the best significant other any bot would want, but you love her for the way she is and she loves you back. As she'll do her best to protect you with all her strength and might. <3

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steddieassheg0es · 2 years

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I Think He Wants To Be Gentle With Me

Steve had been through this before. Well, not this, the demobats and Vecna, but this Upside Down bullshit. He’d been through more insanity in the past couple years than most people experience in a lifetime. He’s a pro.

So why is he absolutely NOT handling this well?

Even Eddie, the first timer, has made it through with his easy smiles in tact. He seems surprisingly unfazed by it all. He barely made it out of that place, but he seems so light and joyful. Maybe it’s that the whole town doesn’t think he’s a Satanic murderer anymore, maybe he’s just happy to be alive. Whatever it’s is he seems to be in good spirits. Which is great.

But Steve. Steve can’t sleep. It’s been months since he dragged Eddie’s body back through the rapidly closing gate back to the real world. Since the weird government hospital ran their tests and treated their wounds. And in those months he hasn’t gotten more than a few hours sleep at a time, none of it peaceful.

Eddie may be healing well, but god…he looked dead down there when they first found him and Dustin. Even when they felt a pulse, Steve wasn’t entirely sure if he was dragging him back to be nursed back to health or just because he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving his body in that place.

So now when he closes his eyes, that’s what he sees. Those huge brown eyes dull and lifeless. Sometimes he’s there with him, wrapped up in those vines watching Eddie screaming and begging for help and just can’t get to him. Sometimes he only gets there in time to watch his last breath. But he was always, always too late.

He tried to just avoid sleeping for a while. But Steve was pretty sure you could die from lack of sleep eventually. Or at least go crazy. And his friends were concerned, they could clearly see his exhaustion. The last thing he wanted was to burden them with unnecessary concern after everything they’d gone through. Especially the kids. So eventually he caved.

That night was the worst. That night he wasn’t in control of his own body. He wasn’t just unable to save Eddie, he was the one who killed him. Plunging a knife into him over and over. He woke up and felt like he couldn’t breathe. He could still feel the blood on his shaking hands.

So that is how Steve Harrington ended up in Eddie Munson’s doorstep at 2AM on a Tuesday.

Eddie opened his door clearly very unimpressed to be woken at such an hour. His hair was even more wild than usual, his big doe eyes blinking away sleep.

“Who the fuck—“ Eddie took one look at him and softened. “Harrington?”

And just like that, Steve could breathe again.

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Eddie was surprised when it was all said and done that he seemed to have been adopted into this little found family. He was grateful for everything they’d done, everything they’d risked for him. He just figured once the danger was gone, they would be too.

Well, not the Hellfire kids, though they’re even closer now. Robin he wasn’t too shocked by either, kindred queers as they were (though neither had actually come out to the other, Eddie had figured her out in middle school and he’s fairly certain she did the same). Nancy Wheeler was a surprise. Even the Cali group welcomed him with no hesitation. Then there was Steve.

Steve…ask him a year ago and he’d laugh and say the guy’s a douche. But Dustin had been singing his praises all year long. He wasn’t sure then how much he believed it all but the kid had good instincts so there had to be some truth in it.

Then he met him, really met him and saw just how fucking sweet the guy could be. The way he took care of everyone. He may grumble about ‘always being the babysitter’, but he was fiercely protective of those kids. And anyone in need, it seemed.

He didn’t think the others knew it, but Steve had dropped by during his isolation quite a bit on his own. Not with supplies or updates. Just…to be there. When Eddie finally got the courage to ask why, he’d let out a hollow little laugh.

“No one should be alone all the time, man.”

Eddie couldn’t be sure, but he got the feeling Steve knew what that was like.

Shit. Eddie wasn’t dumb, he had eyes. He’d always known how fucking gorgeous the other man was. Now to have that paired with the charming, surprisingly dorky guy he’d gotten to know…Eddie’s heart never stood a chance.

Then everything was done and Eddie was prepared to get that heart a little broken. He did not for a second think Steve would keep on hanging around him once he wasn’t a damsel in distress. Sure, he now knew Steve was a genuinely good person. But that’s all he figured it was. Kindness to the freak in need.

Yet here he was.

He’d helped Eddie move in to his nice new house. Once the government had cleared his name they’d set him up with what he assumed was a “sorry you got blamed for a murder committed by our mistake of a monster, also keep your mouth shut about said monster” gift. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was a hell of a lot better than going back to the trailer where he watched Chrissy…

Steve even came to the first Hellfire Club meeting post not-pocalypse. He’d spent most of it looking adorably confused, but he’d stayed. He’d even given Eddie these looks that could only be described as fondly amused at his most theatrical moments.

Not a day went by in the weeks after it all that he didn’t see Steve. So Eddie watched the progression of exhaustion on his face. He couldn’t help the growing knot of concern in his stomach. He wanted to say something, do something, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

The others saw it too. He’d overheard what sounded like the planning of an intervention. But it turns out to be unnecessary, and he doesn’t even have to do anything. There’s a knock on his door at 2 in the goddamned morning scaring him awake. He swings the door open, ready to inflict pain on whoever dared to disturb his slumber.

“Who the fuck—“ Steve? God he looks like a wreck, devastated and so tired. Eddie’s anger vanished and was instantly replaced by worry. “Harrington?”

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…god it’s so late, I’m an asshole, go back to—“

“Steve” he interrupts the rambling gently, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid, I don’t…”

“Whatever it is, if it’s got you this upset it’s not stupid. Come inside. Please.”

Steve takes a shuddering breath then nods. “Yeah…yeah ok.”

Eddie opens the door wider and lets Steve pass. He hesitates before putting a hand on his back to guide him over to the couch. Eddie grabs a blanket off the back and wraps it around Steve’s shoulders without thinking. Then carefully sits beside him.

“Now…what’s wrong?”

“I know it’s crazy but I just…I needed to see you. To see that you’re ok.”

That…wasn’t what Eddie was expecting to hear. He’s not quite sure what to do with it. “Why wouldn’t I be ok?”

Steve curls further in on himself and closes his eyes like he’s bracing himself.

“I’ve been having nightmares. Since everything. And tonight I…you were…” tears leak from beneath those tightly closed eyes, “It was me who killed you. Vecna, the Mind Flayer, whatever, made me kill you. There was so much blood and I watched you die and it was all my fault I couldn’t stop it I couldn’t—“

“Steve, Steve! Breathe.” Eddie places a gentle hand on Steve’s chest and makes a show of his own deep breathing. “That’s it, inhale…exhale…you’re safe. I’m fine, I’m right here with you. Everything’s ok. Shhh.”

Steve was still shaking, but at least he wasn’t hyperventilating anymore. God, he looked so…small. Small and fragile, like the slightest breeze and he’d just break to pieces.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just don’t want to be alone right now. You can go back to bed, I’ll be fine, just…can I stay on the couch?”

Eddie remembers that hollow laugh. ‘No one should be alone all the time’ he’d said. Just how often was Steve left by himself in that big house of his?

“Come on sweetheart, look at me.” The endearment slips out but he’s pretty sure Steve was too out of it to have really noticed. His eyes finally opened and met Eddie’s. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. We are both going back to bed, I have plenty of space to share.” There was a wild, panicked look in those eyes now. “You’re exhausted Steve, you have to sleep. You can’t keep going like this. But I’ll be right there. You have another nightmare and I’ll be right there with you. I can remind you that I’m-that we’re all ok. We made it out of there. It’s over.”

With that he stands and tugs on the end of the other man’s sleeve. “Come on, up.”

—

At this point there was nothing left in him. He couldn’t fight as Eddie pulled him by his shirt down the hall towards the bedroom. Or as he was nudged towards the bed, then gently pushed down on it.

“I can sleep on the floor, it’s fine.”

Eddie shot him a glare. “Not happening Harrington. I have a king size bed I’m not making you sleep on the damn floor. You need actual rest.”

Eddie knelt down on the floor in front of him and his heart stuttered, still beating rapidly but no longer from fear. But then Steve’s shoes were pulled off and his legs were nudged up onto the bed. He scooted over as far as his body would let him as Eddie joined him and pulled the blankets up to cover them both.

“Alright now princess, close those pretty eyes of yours. It’s time for good little boys to sleep.”

“Mm what about you?” he mumbled drowsily.

“Aww are you saying I’m not a good boy? I’m wounded!” Eddie chuckled.

His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he tried to form a response.

“Shhh, you can snark at me all you want later. Sleep.”

And somehow…he did.

—

Eddie wakes for the second time much later in the day, his brain fuzzy. He almost thinks last night was a dream but…There’s an unexpected pressure on top of him.

He looks down to see that in the night Steve had shifted, curled up around him with one leg hitched over his and an arm thrown over him. Steve’s head was resting just above his heart, which felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest.

Shit. Shit. His eyes shot back to the ceiling above. What had he been thinking, forcing Steve into his bed? With him in it? He was so utterly screwed.

But looking back down at the man resting peacefully, he couldn’t regret it. If by some miracle he made Steve feel safe enough to actually sleep…He could do this. He could let the extremely straight man he’d been pathetic enough to fall so madly in love with platonically share his bed. His stupid heart could take the abuse. He’d take an awful lot to bring Steve peace.

So he settled in as much as he could. No way was he going to get up and risk waking his sleeping beauty. Carefully, he lifted the arm under Steve enough to card his hand through that oh-so-famous head of hair. Soft.

It was another 30 minutes or so before the other man began to stir. Eddie’s hand froze as the head beneath it titled back. Pretty hazel eyes blinked up at him blearily.

“Wha-?”

“Hey there, welcome back to the waking world. How do you feel?” His voice was barely a whisper, like if he spoke too loud the safe bubble they were in would shatter.

“Eddie?” Steve’s brow furrowed with his usual look of adorable confusion. “What…huh?”

He couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled out of him. Fuck, this man was cute. And very clearly not a morning person. Or late afternoon person, as it was. “Take your time princess.”

A pretty pink blush made it’s way across Steve’s cheeks. “Princess?” He looks down, then seems to suddenly snap into awareness of their positions because he rolls himself off of Eddie frantically. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

Eddie shrugs easily like it didn’t make his foolish heart ache to lose Steve’s touch. “It’s not a big deal. You didn’t answer my question, though. How’re you feeling?”

—

Huh. He feels…well, not great exactly, but definitely better. He actually slept. Not enough to quite make up for all the sleep he’s lost, but still. No more nightmares plagued him last night.

“Wow. I can’t believe I really slept. Was starting to think I’d never get a full night again.” He looks up at Eddie with something like awe. “Thank you.”

“Eh it wasn’t like it was a hardship or anything. I’ve had worse bed partners.” Eddie shoots him a cheeky grin and he can feel his face heat up even more.

“Right…well, really, thank you. And I’m sorry for showing up like that. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“Steve.” Eddie’s face is suddenly deadly serious. “Don’t do that. I know you’re the hero and the worlds best babysitter and all that, but you’re allowed to have needs too. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” Seemingly satisfied with his little speech, he once again lights up with a dimpled smile. “Also you can’t just run out of here without breakfast, man. They say it’s the most important meal of the day.”

Steve sees the pleading in those big doe eyes. Damn, Eddie must get everything he wants when he uses those things against people. Steve feels helpless to deny him, anyway.

“Yeah…yeah, ok. But I’m cooking.”

“Duh, Harrington. We both know I’m more likely to burn the place down than produce anything remotely edible.”

For all his joking, Eddie has a fully stocked kitchen. Steve makes himself at home in it while Eddie slides into a stool across the counter, resting his chin in his hand and observing. He grabs everything he’ll need and gets to work. Bacon, eggs, and French toast.

“Well damn, Steve, if I knew having you in my bed meant waking up to a full spread I’d have invited you over a long time ago.”

Eddie says these things so casually, like they don’t make Steve’s heart race and his face burn.

“Yeah…I’ve gotten used to fending for myself in the kitchen and it turns out I enjoy it. I don’t usually have an excuse to make anything special, seems like a waste for just me, so I take advantage when I do.”

He glances over and catches an emotion on Eddie’s face he can’t name before it quickly morphs back into a cheeky smirk.

“Aw Stevie, you’re worth spoiling all on your own.”

—

Eddie has to bite his tongue to stop from asking about Steve’s parents, how often he’s left to fend for himself...if he’s lonely.

He wants to know everything there is to know about the man across from him. He wants to find every pain and soothe it all away. He wants to find every joy and surround him with it.

But he also wants to keep this morning as light as he can after last night. He doesn’t think Steve is ready to dig in to his other baggage right now. And god does he just want this man to smile.

So he jokes and, like an idiot, he flirts. Delights in every blush he can make rise to the surface. Even more in every smile or laugh he manages to evoke. He’s not stupid enough to think everything is all better, but Steve looks more relaxed than he has since before this shit all started and he’ll take it.

Once they’ve finished eating, Eddie looks over at him and ponders how to stretch this little hang out as long as he can. Riding the high of Steve’s laughter, basking in his presence. He’s not ready to let him go.

“What? What’s that look?”

“Hmm so worried all the time. Don’t worry Steve, I won’t bite…unless you ask nicely.” He winks salaciously.

“I-I’m not worried. You’re not as scary as people think you are Munson.”

“Ohhh that sounds like a challenge. Think you’re tough there big boy?”

“No, I didn’t…never mind.” Steve looks off to the side, embarrassed.

“Hey man I’m only teasing you.” Eddie frowns, knowing he’s stuck his foot right in his mouth once again without even knowing how. He’s not sure what he said wrong, but he knows he did something to ruin the moment.

“No, I know. It’s fine. Anyways, you got any plans today?”

—

Steve isn’t ready to leave. He’s never ready to leave when Eddie’s around. But he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome.

“Not really. You?”

“I’m off today, but Rob’s working. The kids are all busy doing…honestly, I’m not sure but I don’t think I want to know. So no, I don’t have anything going on today.”

��Mmm, shame. I guess you’ll have to be stuck with me then.” Eddie’s smirking but there’s an almost…hopeful look in his eyes. Maybe he’s still welcome after all.

He had hoped for an opening to insinuate himself into Eddie’s day, but this is a flat out invitation.

“Oh yeah? I guess I can deal with that.”

—

They end up just lazing around Eddie’s place. He figures one night of rest isn’t really enough after everything so Steve probably isn’t up for too much. Eddie uses the opportunity to force some nerd media on him.

“Really? We’re gonna watch a cartoon about weird magic shit?”

“Hey if you’re gonna be hanging around Hellfire, you’ve gotta up your nerd knowledge man. Be happy I’m not making you read the books even though they’re clearly the superior way to get the story.”

He glances over and sees a pleased little smile on Steve’s face.

“I’m invited to your game nights?”

Eddie furrows his brow, confused by Steve’s surprise. “You’ve already been man, of course you are.”

“Well, yeah, I mean I was on babysitting duty so I drove the kids over and kind of just didn’t leave. S’not the same as being invited.”

“Steve. Of course you’re invited.” You’re always invited anywhere I am, he doesn’t say.

Steve’s face is alight with a shy, happy glow. “Oh. Ok.”

Did he really not know? Eddie sometimes felt like he had a neon sign above his head that said “stupidly in love with Steve Harrington” and permanent hearts in his eyes, but even with his straight guy obliviousness he still assumed Steve would know he was wanted around. Everyone wants him around. Like, always. Anyone who meets him is drawn into his orbit.

“Yes. Anyway, The Hobbit is required viewing for any and all party members. Including observers.”

“Ok , ok, we’ll watch your nerd movie. I can’t promise I’ll understand any of it though.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Stevie, that’s what I’m here for.”

—

Steve really doesn’t follow it, but he does enjoy listening to Eddie talk, trying to explain things and get him to pay extra attention to the good parts. Actually he probably follows it a lot less because he’s enjoying listening to Eddie talk.

Eddie’s just so passionate. Even when Steve has no clue what he’s talking about, just feeling the joy radiating out of him when he talks about things he loves is intoxicating.

It’s dangerous, really, because Steve would do anything he asked just to be a part of that joy in some small way.

“So anyway, we’ll watch The Lord of The Rings some time even though it’s kind of a mess. But now it’s your turn. What would you like to watch?”

“Hm? Oh. Uh…I don’t know, man. I mean Rob’s doing her best to get me educated since we work at Family Video but I guess I don’t watch a lot of movies. I’m fine with whatever.”

Eddie turns those Bambi eyes on him at full power. “Aww come on, I want to know what you’d pick. I mean we’re only picking from my collection so you know I’ll like it anyway. No judgement. Just take a look and find something that sparks your interest.”

He’s got to know what he’s doing. But intentional or not, Steve relents to it. He sits on the ground in front of the tv and searches through the tapes. He considers a few horror options, debating whether he could get away with clinging to Eddie in fright before decided they may hit too close to home for him these days.

Finally he settles on The NeverEnding Story. Partially because it reminds him of ‘Dusty-buns’ singing and makes him smile, but also because he thinks the art on the cover is pretty.

Eddie looks to see what he finally settled on. “Ah, good choice.”

—

They go back and forth picking movies until Eddie finally looks around and realizes it’s dark out. Has been for a while…

“Shit, it’s getting late.”

Steve’s face falls. He’s quick to cover it but Eddie sees it all the same. “Oh, yeah. Sorry for hogging your couch all day, man. This was nice. I should…I should probably get home.”

Fucking hell, what is it going to take for Steve to realize Eddie’s not kicking him out? Will never kick him out. “What? No. I mean…of course you’re not a hostage you can go if you want, I just meant that we should probably eat something.”

“Oh.” He ducks his head like he’s trying to hide his shy smile. “Yeah. Sure. What do you want?”

“I was joking earlier you know, I am capable of making food.”

“I’m sure you’re a culinary genius. But I wasn’t joking earlier when I said I enjoy cooking. So shut up and tell me what you want.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow “Can’t very well do both of those at the same time, can I? I’m not picky, so go wild. Me kitchen es su kitchen.”

The smile he gets in reply is enough to melt the coldest heart, he’s sure. He’d eat steaming garbage to see that smile.

Eddie watches Steve prep his chosen ingredients and feels his heart going mad in his chest. It’s just so domestic. He has to grip the counter he’s leaning back on to stop himself from sliding right in behind Steve and wrapping his arms around his waist. Pressing a biting kiss to his neck. Letting his hands wander…

“You good?”

He blinks away the little fantasy playing in his head and manages a shaky smile. “Yeah, all good. What’d you decide on?”

“Nothing fancy. Just a lemon pasta with roasted asparagus…if you don’t cook why do you have all of this anyway?”

“To lure pretty boys who cook into my kitchen” he grins at Steve’s blush. “I guess those suits had a lot of pity, they stocked this place full of shit. I mean I wouldn’t have picked out a king size bed just for little ol’ me, but hey I wasn’t gonna say no. And apparently that also included food. Like asparagus, another thing I wouldn’t have picked for myself.”

“It won’t kill you to eat a vegetable.”

“Mmm, yes Princess. Whatever you say.”

Steve puts the pan in the oven and turns to face him. “What’s with that?”

“Hm?”

“Princess? You keep calling me Princess.” He looks torn between upset and…something else Eddie can’t quite decipher. Shit.

“I’m sorry. It’s not…I don’t mean anything by it. I’ll stop.”

“I didn’t say you had to stop. I’m asking why?”

Well that’s…interesting. “I uh…I don’t know. It just…it suits you, somehow. If you prefer King Steve…”

“King Steve was a douchebag.” His nose crinkles in apparent distaste for his past self. “I don’t…I don’t mind Princess.” He’s pink to the tips of his ears and down his chest. Eddie’s tempted to pull at the collar of his shirt and see how far down that color goes. “As long as it’s not a…you know, derogatory thing.”

A gay thing, Eddie’s pretty sure he means. Because he’s not gay. Fuck.

—

Steve feels like his whole body is on fire. A gay thing, he almost said. As long as you’re not mocking me for being…

“I’m not the expert but I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to stir pasta.”

“Shit!” He turns and gives it a stir, relieved to see he didn’t ruin it.

“Anyway, you don’t know, I may very well choke on that asparagus. A vegetable could kill me.” Something in Eddie’s smile is a little forced. He’s not sure why. Not sure where he messed things up.

They finally sit down to eat and miraculously Eddie survives. Enjoys it even, judging by the noises he makes.

When they’re finished and the dishes are all done, he knows he needs to leave. As gracious of a host as Eddie has been there no way he wants round two of Steve smothering him in his sleep.

At least he got some rest finally. Now he can keep going for a while longer, hopefully not force himself onto Eddie again in a week.

—

Eddie sees Steve grab his keys and his heart sinks. It was too much to hope that he could just…have this. Platonic snuggle buddies? Probably for the best, laying next to the source of his unrequited love every night would probably slowly kill him.

“Heading out?”

“Yeah I probably should. I could use a shower and some clean clothes, brush my teeth…”

Eddie hesitates, then decides fuck it. “Next time you should bring stuff. I mean I have toothpaste and stuff, but you know, clothes.”

“Next time?”

“Steve. Of course you’re invited.”

He thrills at the pleased little smile he gets. “Right. Well…next time then.” Steve says with a nod goodbye before stepping out of the door.

Eddie lays in bed thinking of Steve all alone in that big house. It must feel lonelier for all the space there is to be empty. He wishes he’d been braver, told Steve to go and grab his things and come right back. He has a spare room. He wouldn’t force the platonic cuddles. But maybe they could still fill each other’s empty spaces. At least some of them.

He’s on the edge of falling asleep when he hears a car pull into his driveway.

—

It seems that now that his brain has found the best tool to torture him with, it’s going to stick with it. He wakes screaming and trying to wipe the nonexistent blood off his hands.

He can’t do this. He can’t go back. But he can’t stay here.

So he gets in his car and drives aimlessly for a while. Luckily it’s late enough that he doesn’t see anyone else on the road, because he’s kind of zoned out. He’s pretty sure he’s aware enough to be safe, but he’s mostly just staring blankly ahead and trying not to think.

It works too well, because before he knows it he’s pulling up a newly familiar driveway. He turns the off the ignition and just…sits there. He can’t bring himself to go and knock. Maybe he can just sleep in the driveway, this can be close enough.

But then he closes his eyes and he sees the devastating look in Eddie’s staring back at him. The betrayal, the pain, the fear, all done by his hands. The light in those eyes fading.

Suddenly he’s in front of the door and Eddie’s looking out at him. With his wide, clear eyes still full of life. And Steve breathes again.

Eddie ushers him in, not even bothering to stop at the couch this time. “Come on, sweetheart, you’re ok. I’m here. Alright, go on. Into bed.” Steve does as he’s told, falling back into the pillows before throwing his hands over his eyes and sobbing. Eddie’s right there with him, curled up next to him and stroking his side like he’s a spooked horse.

“Shhhh. Oh baby, don’t cry. It’s ok. Everyone’s safe. You’re safe here.”

But that only makes Steve sob harder. “I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry I’m s-so pathetic I can’t go one night sleeping on my o-own.”

—

Eddie shifts to hover over him, gently tips his chin up until Steve’s hands fall away and those hazel eyes meet his own.

“Don’t you dare feel ashamed to need help. What we did? What we went through? That’s fucking traumatic. And you…God you take such good care of everyone else.” Steve’s eyes dip down and the fingers Eddie has on his chin grip harder and force his eyes back up. “For once let someone one take care of you. Let me take care of you. I want to take care of you. Please.”

“I can’t-I don’t….I’m no good, Eddie. I’m nothing.” Steve let out a broken little laugh. “I’m bullshit. And you’ll figure that out soon. You’ll want to leave like everyone does, only you won’t because you’re too good. And I’ll be too selfish to let you go.”

Eddie’s heart shatters. He wants to tell Steve he is everything, but he doesn’t need to deal with Eddie’s feelings right now. So he pulls Steve up to sit in his lap, wraps himself around him, and tries to surround him with as much love as he can.

“Oh sweetheart. That’s just not true. First of all, I’m never going anywhere and I’ll never want to. You’re stuck with me. Second, you are so, so good Stevie. I can’t even…there aren’t enough words. How could you possibly think you’re not?”

“Everyone knows it. King Steve.” He spits derisively. “What a joke. A hollow boy with a hollow crown.”

“Steve…that’s not who you are anymore. I’m not sure that it ever was, but it certainly isn’t now. You’re…you’re the world’s best babysitter. You’re a hero. You’re the protector, the caretaker, the heart of this little pieced together family. It kills me that you can’t see that about yourself.”

Steve starts struggling to get out of Eddie’s arms, to get up.

“I’m sorry Eddie. I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t be putting all of this on you.”

Eddie tightens his grip, refusing to let go. Scared of what will happen if he does.

“No, please. Stay. You cannot leave right now, I’ll lose my mind worrying about you. I want you to stay. I need you to stay with me.”

He sees Steve begin to cave. Of course he would stay for Eddie, not for himself. Eddie would feel guilty about using that against him if it didn’t mean keeping Steve safe. Keeping him here. He isn’t lying, if Steve walked out right now in his state of self-loathing and fear Eddie would go mad with worry until he saw him again.

“Ok, Eddie, if that’s what you want. I’ll stay.”

“Thank you.”

They sit quietly for a while, and when he looks down at Steve there is a far off look in his eyes as he stares at Eddie’s guitar.

“I could hear it, you know.”

Eddie jumps at the sudden break of silence.

“I could hear it, you know.”

Eddie jumps, unaware that Steve had noticed him awake.

“You playing. We could hear it from the house. When it stopped I think my heart did too. I was so worried about you two. It was really hard to stick to the plan. And then when I got back to you…Fuck, Eddie, I really thought you were dead. Dustin was sobbing and you were so still.”

“I’m sorry.”

Steve finally looks over to him. “For what? You have nothing to be sorry for. I hate what you did, but if you hadn’t you and Dustin would both probably be dead. You saved his life. How can I be mad at that?”

“You told me not to be a hero.”

“Yeah, I did. But I’m not mad. It just really fucked me up. To see you like that. I really thought I was bringing you back for a proper funeral. What I’m trying to say is…I’m sorry, Eddie. I should have never let you use yourself as bait like that. If I’d been better, faster, you never would have gotten hurt.”

“Jesus, Steve…You can’t save everyone all the time. We all knew the risks we were taking. You shouldn’t have had to go down there either, none of us should. But we did, and we’re here now. We both made it out alright. You saved my life, Steve, how can you still feel like you didn’t do enough?”

“It’s my job to-“

“No. It’s not. You’ve done an amazing job taking responsibility for your little ducklings and I won’t take that away from you. I’m happy to help, and I get it. They’re kids, they need to be looked after. But you and me? We can look out for each other. It is not your job to keep me safe. Sweetheart, you’ve gotta stop taking the world on your shoulders. Let me help you. Let Robin and Nancy and Jonathan help. Or it’s going to tear you apart. Please.”

Eddie reaches out to put his hand on top of Steve’s where it rests on the bed.

—

Steve feels hollowed out. A little numb. He’s so used to taking on everyone else’s problems, he doesn’t know what to do or how to feel about someone else trying to take on his.

“Yeah. Ok. I can try to do that.”

“Well I think you coming here the past couple of nights is good. It kills me that you had to get to your breaking point to reach out to me, but I’m glad you did. I mean it, Stevie. I want to be that person for you. If you’ll let me.”

He’s not sure he deserves this, but he’s going to hold on to it as long as he can.

—

It takes some convincing, but eventually they decide that Steve will spend his nights at Eddie’s.

While he’s off grabbing some clothes and things, Uncle Wayne arrives home from his visit to his mother’s. Shit. Eddie should probably mention this arrangement to him.

“What’s that look for, son?”

“Uhh…so how do you feel about having a house guest for a bit?”

“Excuse me?”

“My…my friend Steve. He’s not doing super well after the shit we went through. So I don’t really want him to be alone for a bit. His parents aren’t ever home, so…if you’re not cool with it I’ll go to his place, but I don’t think he likes it there much.”

“Oh your ‘friend’, hm?” Wait, you talking about the Harrington’s boy?”

“Yes friend. And yes, Steve Harrington. Why, is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just…Well the Harrington’s ain’t very nice people.”

Eddie scowls. “No, they’re not. But Steve’s not like them.”

“Alright kiddo, put your claws away. I’m not saying he is. I remember that boy sitting by your bedside for weeks in the hospital. He seems like a good kid. He can stay as long as he needs to. You’re a good friend.”

He can feel his cheeks heat. His uncle has always seen the best in him, no matter how much rebelling he’s done. Eddie tries his best to live up to it. He gives the old man a hug.

“Thank you.”

He perks up like a dog when he hears a car pull up to the house. Uncle Wayne snorts. “Mhm. ‘Friend’ my ass.”

Eddie flips him off as he races to the door, ignoring his uncle’s laughter.

—

Steve shifts uncomfortably in the Munson living room, not having expected Wayne Munson to be home. He’d honestly forgotten about the man over the past emotional few days.

“I’m sorry, sir, I can go. I didn’t mean to just move in to your house, that’s incredibly rude of me-“

“Son. Breathe. This place has plenty of room. And I work nights so I’m happy for Eddie to have someone to keep him company during the day while I sleep. We have no need for a guest room anyway, so feel free to make it yours.”

They’d talked about him sharing with Eddie, but just being out of his big empty house and being close to Eddie is enough. Knowing he can creep across the hall to see him if he has a nightmare.

“Ah…actually Uncle Wayne I think he’s gonna stay with me for now.”

Steve knows he’s bright pink, he watches Wayne shoot Eddie a look he can’t decipher, and Eddie glare in return. As if daring him to say something. But the man just nods.

“Make yourself at home, kid.”

“Thank you, sir. I don’t make that much at Family Video, but I’m happy to pay rent. And I promise I’ll clean up after myself, I can do the cooking too.”

“You’re not paying me anything. The house was free I don’t need no money for it. I’m not gonna tell you you can’t cook or clean, but don’t do me no favors. You saved Eddie’s life. You could burn this place to the ground and I’d still be grateful to you.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that. The Munson family seems to be great at rendering him speechless. And heaping praise on him that he doesn’t deserve.

“Oh. Well, uh…I like to cook, in any case. And my parents are…very particular, so cleaning I’m used to. I don’t mind it.”

“Well Eddie sure don’t clean so that’ll be an improvement.”

“Hey!”

Eddie shoves his uncle and they engage in a playful wrestling match. He’s a bit overwhelmed by the familial affection he’s only ever seen on tv. Eddie is clearly a nephew in name only, loved like a son. Like a son should be loved. He has a moment of envy before he squashes it. He’s happy Eddie has this.

Eventually they break apart with laughter. Wayne announces he’s headed to bed, and tells them to behave and stay safe with another significant look to Eddie that Steve doesn’t understand. Whatever it is has Eddie going bright red which is interesting.

Once he’s in his room, Eddie helps Steve bring his stuff into the house. He didn’t bring much, didn’t want to impose, so it’s a quick job.

“Hey, you know you can have the guest room right? I mean even just to put your stuff. A space of your own to get away from me sometimes.”

I don’t want to get away from you, he doesn’t say. Instead he shrugs. “I don’t need that much stuff, I’m fine. I mean if you don’t want to share I totally get it.”

“No! Not at all. I just…all you brought is clothes and stuff. I know you’re not into my music, you didn’t bring any books or anything like that. I want you to be happy here. I don’t want you to make yourself as small as possible to fit.”

He didn’t really realize that’s what he was doing until it’s said out loud.

“Oh. Uh. Yeah, I guess I could…I mean I don’t hate your music you know, it’s not that bad once you get used to it. I don’t think I ever want to hear the song you played in the Upside Down ever again, but yeah. I guess I could go get more stuff later. But to be honest, not much else is mine over there. I guess I’ve been…making myself small for a long time.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but even he knows it really kind of is.

—

God Eddie’s heart breaks every time Steve casually says something so devastating, like he doesn’t even realize how fucked up it is.

“Steve…you don’t have to tell me, and I get it if after everything we’ve talked about lately you don’t want to, but…You can talk to me about your parents. I just want you to know that.”

“It’s probably not as bad as you think. I mean they’re just…they just don’t care. They had a kid because that’s what you’re supposed to do, not because they wanted to be parents. The messy reality of a child was very distasteful to them. But it only got worse once I got older and wasn’t a perfect trophy kid to brag to their friends about. Too stupid. Too soft. Once I was old enough to reach the stove they started taking off for long periods of time. When they’d come back, there would always be passive aggressive comments about the state of the house or how it looks to their friends that I wasn’t doing this or that. Mostly it’s just…nothing. They just don’t care. They don’t love me, they don’t even like me. After a while I stopped trying. It was a relief that they were gone most of the time even if being in the big empty house on my own sucked.”

“Oh sweetheart…I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than that. No wonder you don’t know how to ask for what you need, Jesus.” He reaches out and pulls Steve into his arms.

—

Steve melts into him. He doesn’t cry, doesn’t have any tears left in him. Suddenly he’s exhausted. It’s like Eddie shines a light on all of his darkest parts, drags them to the surface so he can’t ignore them anymore. It’s terrifying to be seen so clearly. Draining. But also a relief. Because Eddie doesn’t just see his worst parts, he soothes them. Takes the fragile pieces and holds them with such tenderness.

So he feels lighter, but also dead on his feet.

“Hey angel, you ok?”

“Mmmm, sleepy.”

“Yeah? Let’s go take a nap then. C’mon.”

Eddie guides him gently to his room, to their room, and he’s out before his head hit the pillow.

—

Things go smoother after that for a while. Steve’s nightmares don’t miraculously go away, but they do lessen. And now when he wakes Eddie can be there to comfort him.

Their friends notice a difference. They also notice Steve wearing Eddie’s shirts on occasion. Eventually they put the pieces together and Robin pulls Eddie aside.

“Hey, what’s going on with you two? Don’t say nothing I’m not stupid.”

“Why are you asking me and not your platonic life partner?”

“Don’t be cute, Munson, I’m serious. Steve was…not doing well. He’s a lot better now, and he’s also wearing your clothes and honestly I can’t remember the last time you two didn’t arrive somewhere in the same vehicle. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy he’s looking healthier, but…I also know he’s not as tough as he likes to act like he is. I like you Eddie, but if you’re not serious about whatever it is that’s going on between you two you need to end it now.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s not like that.”

Eddie knows she’s coming from a place of love for Steve, so he tries to reign in the anger building in his chest.

“Then tell me what it’s like.”

“Like you said, he wasn’t doing well. He wasn’t sleeping. So he’s staying with me. To get out of that big empty house, and to have someone to help him sleep.”

She softens, her face falling. “Why didn’t he tell me?”

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask him.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I didn’t mean…I’ve just seen how you’ve flirted with him. And he can’t take some fling right now. I don’t think Steve really knows how to do casual. I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

“Robin…Even if he was into guys, into me, I wouldn’t do that. I would never hurt him.”

Now she’s looking at him with something like confusion mixed with pity.

“Oh. Ok. That’s…hm. Yeah I’ll talk to him. Sorry again Eddie, thanks for looking out for him.”

He feels like he’s missed something important, but for the life of him can’t figure out what.

—

It all changes after a particularly brutal nightmare. Steve wakes up screaming and flailing wildly until Eddie pins his arms down beside him.

“Shhh, baby, woah. It’s ok, you’re ok. Open your eyes, look at me. It’s Eddie, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

He feels one arm released, a hand trailing across his jaw. He does as he’s told to see Eddie hovering over him, and suddenly the nightmare is the last thing on his mind.

—

Eddie’s voice fails him as he realizes Steve has gone very still. He thinks this is it. The moment he’s stepped over that clear line. He said too much. He touched too much. He was too focused on calming Steve to remember to keep his filter up.

Then he sees the look in Steve’s eyes, those pupils blown wide. Oh. Oh.

It’s a risk. He’s balancing on the edge of a knife, one wrong step and he’ll end up bleeding. But he can’t help himself.

Gently, because god Steve deserves to be handled with care, he shifts his thumb to trail across his bottom lip. He feels the shuddering inhale as Steve parts his lips, opens up so pretty for Eddie.

And Eddie is hypnotized. Powerless to prevent himself from swaying in closer. He stops only an inch away.

“Can I kiss you?”

—

The words barely escape before Steve closes the gap. He feels the hand Eddie’s not using to hold him self up slide back to his jaw to cradle his face. Eddie’s lips part against his, tongue sliding in to meet Steve’s.

Steve’s own fingers tangle in that wild mane of hair, pulling him down closer. He feels out of control, never thought he could have this. He isn’t sure how long he will. So he wants it all. He moves one hand down to slide up under Eddie’s shirt, desperate to touch.

—

Eddie pulls back, trying to hold onto his senses against the whirlwind beneath him. Steve may be into men, which is making his brain short circuit, but Eddie’s still pretty sure he’s never been with one.

“Easy, easy baby. Steve…I would be perfectly happy to spend the night kissing you. Hell I’m thrilled just to fall asleep next to you. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Steve slides both hands to his back, gripping his shirt desperately like he thinks Eddie’s going to make a run for it. “I want you.”

“I want you too. I want you so fucking much, you have no idea. But wanting something an being ready for it aren’t the same thing.”

“I mean it’s not like I’m a virgin—“

“Steve. Being ok with one thing with one person doesn’t mean you’re ok with anything else with anyone else. Listen” he presses a quick gentle kiss to Steve’s lips, trying to tamp down the rage he feels building at the though that no one had asked Steve how he felt, if he was ok, if he wanted things to keep going…”Baby I’m not going anywhere. We can take this as slow as you need.”

“This isn’t…I mean, we haven’t…how do you know you’ll want to do it again?”

Eddie’s heart aches when he sees the look on the face below him. Resigned, scared, hurting. Fuck, did Steve think this was some one off fling? As if Eddie could even think of walking away.

He’d do anything for this man, anything to wipe the pain from his eyes. So putting his heart on the line…well, he’d rather break himself than let Steve hurt.

“Oh sweetheart…don’t you know I’m so fucking gone on you? We could never do more than kiss and I’d still be here. This is about so much more than sex. What do you want right now?”

There was a look of awe shining back at him. Maybe his heart was safe after all. “Could we…” Steve’s face was pink as he looked away.

Eddie tips his chin up once more so their eyes meet. “I may not say yes, but you’ve gotta know nothing you ask for could scare me away from you baby. Just ask.”

“I want…I just want to feel you. Please.” He thrusts up to make his point.

Normally Eddie requires a bit more of a direct request, but he can work with this.

“That’s a good boy.” He grins as hears Steve’s breath hitch. God this man is going to be the end of him. “One condition.”

“Anything.”

“At any point you want to stop, you say stop. You want to slow down, you say so. Do not for a second put what you think I want above your needs. Because what I want more than anything is to take care of you. To make you feel good. Do you understand?” He needs Steve to know his consent matters too, that he matters. Always.

Steve nods.

“I need you to say the words baby. I need to know you really hear me.”

“I understand. I won’t do anything I’m not 100% sure I want to do.”

“So good for me, Princess.” He leans down to press a biting kiss to that pretty blush as it travels down his neck. Then he pushes Steve’s shirt up so he can finally see how far down it goes.

Steve is quick to sit up and remove his shirt entirely. But when he lays back down, his arms go across his torso and he looks ashamed.

“Hey gorgeous, why are you hiding from me?” He trails a finger down one arm gently.

“I just…scars. The bats…they didn’t heal good.”

“Oh Steve…you’re fucking perfect. Don’t for a second think any scar could change that. Look, we match.” He lifts his shirt and gestures down to his own side.

Steve glances down at the scar from the wound that almost killed him. One arm uncurls from its protective hold so he can touch. Eddie inhales sharply at the sensation. The hand jerks back.

“I’m sorry-“

“Shh babe it’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s just…sensitive. Feels nice, actually.” He grins. “Pretty sure you could touch me anywhere and it would feel good.”

Steve finally moves both arms, no longer hiding his body from view. And oh what a view it is. Eddie remembers the fleeting glimpses he took when Steve stripped his shirt off to check out Water Gate, but he had tried not to stare too hard. His memory pales in comparison to the gorgeous man beneath him. He feels fingers trailing up his torso as Steve bites his lip.

Taking the hint, he leans back to tug his own shirt fully off.

—

Steve is staring. He’s allowed to do that now. And he can’t help but be captivated by the man above him. It’s hard to hold on to his insecurity when he realizes how he feels looking at Eddie’s scars. It’s a complicated mix of emotions. Part of him feels sad seeing the evidence left behind from that night. There’s relief because he’s still here, those wounds got the chance to heal into these scars. There’s awe at the bravery. Eddie may feel like a coward for running before, but the second there was something he could actually do he was a hero.

Then there’s the other feelings. The fire in his belly. He’s never been one to find scars sexy and he really shouldn’t now. But Eddie is magnificent. And these marks on his skin do nothing to detract from his beauty. They enhance it. Show how strong he is, a reminder of all he’s overcome.

When he finally drags his gaze back up to meet Eddie’s, he’s faced with a predatory grin. It sends delightful chills down his spine. Oh how he wants to be devoured.

He pushes himself up, gets his hands back into that lovely mane of curls and pulls Eddie to him. He is on fire, could melt from the heat of the mouth that collides with his. The soft, gentle kiss from before is gone. Eddie kisses like his life depends on it, nipping teeth and curling tongue. Steve has never been kissed like this and it leaves him reeling.

He is gasping for breath, collapsing back into the pillows when those teeth trail down to his neck. His hips thrust up and he moans when he brushes against hardness. Eddie lifts his own hips up and away. “Oh god…Eddie.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

A biting kiss where his neck meets his shoulder is followed by a soothing tongue. “Yes, baby?”

“Please! I need…” He can’t find the words, he is lost.

“Mmmm, go on. Tell me what you need sweetheart. Let me hear you.” Steve whines in response. “That’s very pretty, but I need words.”

“Please, god, please…I need…just touch me.”

He is rewarded with thigh pressed between his legs, giving him a delicious pressure to rub against. It’s good, it’s so good, but it’s not enough. He fumbles with the button to Eddie’s pants, pausing for permission.

—

Eddie almost laughs and Steve’s hesitation, like he would ever say no to him. He nods his consent, then helps get his pants down his legs and kicks them off. Then reaches to do the same for Steve.

When there’s nothing but two thin layers of cloth separating them, it’s his turn to pause.

“Are you sure about this?”

Steve lets out another one of those delicious little whines. “God yes, please don’t stop.”

Eddie nips that pretty little pouting mouth. This man will be the death of him, he’s sure of it. But oh what a way to go.

He slips his hand beneath the waistband of Steve’s boxers, trailing across his hip. Steve lifts up, almost daring Eddie to slide them down. Eddie’s never been very good at resisting temptation. He gives in to the challenge easily, moaning at the glorious sight. Steve has the prettiest cock he’s ever seen.

Eddie’s known he was gay for a long time, and he’s had his fair share of hookups. He’s given blowjobs before and enjoyed bringing his partner pleasure. But he’s never been particularly into the act itself. So he’s a bit surprised at the overwhelming desire to get his mouth on the man below him.

He puts the thoughts aside to explore another time. For now he slides his own boxers off and rolls his hips down, finally feeling skin against skin.

—

Steve had worried, just a little, that being with a man would scare him. He wanted Eddie so bad, but he feared the reality of it would overwhelm him. It does, but not at all in a bad way. Eddie is undeniably masculine, all angles and hardness where the girls he’s been with were curves and softness.

Rather than being distressed, he is toe-curlingly turned on. When he feels Eddie take both of them in hand, he almost blacks out. He bites his lip to contain the noises that try to escape him.

“Don’t hold back, gorgeous, let me hear those pretty sounds.” He moans, unable to deny Eddie anything.

“Fuck. Eddie.”

Steve whines when Eddie lets go, only to sigh in relief when he licks his palm before getting them back in his hand. He seems to be doing his best to wring as many noises out of Steve as possible.

It doesn’t take very long for him to be close.

“Gonna come for me pretty boy? Go on, let me see you.”

That’s all it takes for him to be releasing all over Eddie. The feel of it seems to be enough for Eddie to follow him.

When he returns to his body, Eddie is already cleaning them both up. Gentle, he’s always so gentle. He’s also avoiding Steve’s eyes and looks nervous.

—

Eddie’s cursing himself for not talking this through a bit more before diving in head first. Robin said she didn’t think Steve knew how to do casual, but what if she was wrong?

It will destroy him to be a casual fling for Steve.

“Eddie? What’s wrong? Do you…was that bad? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, baby, not at all. That was amazing. You’re amazing. I just…we should probably talk. About what that means going forward.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…what do you want, Stevie? What do you want from me?”

Steve furrows his brow and under normal circumstances he’d find the confusion adorable but right now it just makes his heart ache.

“I want everything.”

“Everything?”

“Eddie, I…I love you. It’s ok if that’s not how you feel but yeah I want everything. I want to be with you.”

He can’t stop the giddy laughter that explodes out of him. He tries to calm down when he sees the shocked hurt on Steve’s face.

“No! I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you sweetheart. I love you so much it fucking hurts. I just…Jesus, Steve I thought you were straight. I thought platonic cuddle buddies was the best thing I could ever have. This is just…more than I could have ever hoped for.”

“I do like girls. Turns out I like both. Robin says I’m bisexual. I guess I’ve noticed other guys before but you…you’re the first guy I’ve ever wanted. Scared the shit out of me. Especially once I moved in here. You’re my person, Eddie. You’re so fucking important to me and I was terrified of losing you. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Me either. Steve listen…I want to be with you, so bad. But I need you to know…no matter what I’ll always be here for you. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life, but if that doesn’t happen I will always be your friend. Always.”

He means it, from the bottom of his heart.

—

Things aren’t magically perfect after that. Steve’s nightmares are fading, but they still happen. They get into fights, and Steve sleeps in the guest room. But so far each time one of them will crawl into bed with the other in the middle of the night, whispered apologies and they fix it.

Steve still hasn’t told his parents he’s moved out, and they haven’t been home to notice.

They haven’t told their friends yet, haven’t even come out to them. But Robin knows and she helps them hide it until they’re ready to share it with everyone else.

So it’s not perfect, but it’s theirs. And they’re both happier than they’ve ever been. That’s all that matters.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #my writing #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #eddie Munson lives #hurt/comfort

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 4 months

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Art: (Photograph by Usher Fellig)

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Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all,— There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(Poem: Solitude from Poems of Passion)

[Philo Thoughts]

#poem #poetry #Ella Wheeler Wilcox #Solitude #Philo thoughts #quotes #Usher Fellig #laughter

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lesbianlotties · 2 years

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here for the ronance prompt thing! nancy being jealous of vickie / any other girl hitting on robin?

let it be known that i technically don't hate vickie. also i dont know why we love jealous nancy so much but here we are!

There were very few things Nancy loved more than the first sight she got of Robin whenever she visited her at Family Video. Robin always straightened her posture, her entire face lighted up, and a smile took over her face slowly until she inevitably laughed, unprompted and unrestrained, and then said something along the lines of “Missed me already, Wheeler?” Yes, I miss you every second that we’re apart, Nancy would think right before saying, “Oh? Robin, hello, I forgot you worked here!”

That was the dynamic they had going on, and some people, Steve, would call it flirting, but they hadn’t yet moved past platonic. After realizing her own feelings, it took Nancy about thirty seconds of hanging out with Robin to blissfully realize the feelings were mutual. Still, neither of them had taken the first step yet. Nancy had a feeling Robin wouldn’t dare do it, ever careful and awkward she’d be afraid to mess up, and Nancy was mostly scared of ruining their friendship, which was her biggest fear. Or, at least it had been her biggest fear until the day she walked into Family Video and went completely unnoticed by Robin, who was already standing tall, face already lighted up, a smile already blossomed on her face, and deep and sweet laughter already bubbling out of her at whatever Vickie was saying. Vickie, who was not-so-timidly reaching across the counter to toy with the end of Robin’s tie while the taller girl choked on her laugh.

Robin, bless her heart, blushed furiously when she finally noticed Nancy was crossing the last few steps before reaching the counter and standing right beside Vickie, whose existence Nancy purposefully ignored. “Oh! Hey Nance, Nancy, how, um, how are you, Nancy?” Robin said, stumbling through the words in a way that Nancy found adorable enough to convince her to say the next words.

“Missing you,” Nancy admitted, looking straight into Robin’s eyes and for a moment forgetting that she was trying to make a point. “And you always say that I brighten your day like nobody else. So, I wanted to check if that was still true.”

At first, Robin had a dopey smile on her face, but then the meaning of Nancy’s words seemed to strike her in the face. “Oh!” Robin said, making a tiny jump in place, her eyes darting between Nancy and Vickie. “Oh,” she repeated, her eyes widening while her brain worked on overdrive to unearth her limited knowledge of social cues. Vickie, who appeared to be just a little faster to catch up, had the decency to look away before Robin said, “Yeah. It’s true. It’s you, always you.”

“Good,” Nancy exhaled, feeling some of the pressure leave her body, but she wasn’t the kind to leave a fight halfway through. When Nancy Wheeler attacked, she aimed for the head. So, she reached out across the counter, grabbed the top of Robin’s tie, and pulled her in. Because they were still in public and she didn’t want to make a spectacle of their first kiss, Nancy aimed for Robin’s cheek, and she kissed her as close to her lips as she could without getting in trouble. She let go of Robin’s tie and smiled sweetly. “I’ll pick you up when your shift’s over, okay?” Nancy asked.

Robin, face red like a tomato and knuckles white as she gripped the counter, nodded frantically, making her hair swing around her face. Nancy didn’t know it was possible to make Robin Buckley speechless. She felt equal parts endeared and proud of herself. A joyful little laugh escaped her lips, and Robin laughed right along with her. Neither of them even noticed the moment Vickie quietly slipped out of the store.

#back with the prompts!! i'm not desperate for attention i swear...#ronance #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #st #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger thing fanfiction #ronance fanfiction #answered #anon #prompts #ronance prompts #my fic

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scwheeler · 2 years

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🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — unlucky

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: you thought you were lucky but you could’ve never had been more wrong

warnings: could cause depression…? 🙁🙁💔💔

age of pairing: 15-16

you thought you were lucky. such a great word you thought, bringing great fortune or being blessed. you thought lucky could be the only thing to describe the feeling you felt. you thought happiness was the only feeling evident in your future.

oh wrong you were? the simple words of “i like you” created a misleading persona about him you couldn’t even describe. the feeling of being loved you craved so much was finally obtainable. a dream come true you truly thought and couldn’t wait to express this feeling to your friends and family.

the start was perfect just like most things in the beginning, but even beautiful things such as flowers wither and you could say the same for his love. yours never did. you consumed and grabbed onto every ounce of love he gave and every word he muttered. his interests and friends became yours.

the sudden change in your life made you hesitant from moving forward. you watched him laugh and smile just as he did before. it didn’t seem to phase he like it did to you. you watched from behind your locker door, as he was continuously telling jokes to his friends like it was just a normal day.

you felt envious of how quickly he had moved on. he looked happy perhaps even happier than before there was an relationship. people talked during and after spreading rumors and coming up with strange ideas, but soon it died down. luckily.

you two were a thing of the past and there was no remnant of what the two of you used to cherish together. the “good mornings” and “good nights” were still sayings you longed for and you would be lying if you hadn’t waited every morning for a good morning phone call from your nightstand. to hear his voice, slightly tired but always joyful.

you confessed and confided with him during one of the hardest times of your life and so did he, yet who knew that he would cause a more harmful one.

so it wasn’t luck. it was just an experience, thing of the past. a few glances were shared but no conversations or walks like there used to be. the two of you became strangers once again, walking down the halls and sitting in class as if there wasn’t talks about your futures, colleges, and fascinations together. ignoring the sweet words that would once be implied to one another.

the quick disappearance of your two’s “love” convinced you there was no relationship. never was and never will be. you knew that even through this fake persona you created to blind all the flaws your friends pointed out, you would love him more than anything.

but he would love anything more than me. you waited and waited for him to come back to finish what you two started. so i could finally end this chapter of my life,

but he would rather leave it open.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #mike x reader #finn wolfhard #st 4 vol 2 #mike stranger things #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x reader

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wildestflowrs · 2 years

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🎤Ronancetober Day 5: Multiverse📝

Is it alright to feel this way so early?

She doesn’t like reporters, They’re intrusive and irritating and seems to do their best to interpret her answers to their questions completely wrong. This is why she banned reporters at her performances; no annoying journalists, no wicked photographers aside from the ones she hired herself.

“Thank you, everyone! Good night!” Robin blows a kiss to the audience and waves as she walks off stage. She passes the mic to one of the stagehands and heads to her dressing room, closing the door and sighing. She then wipes her face with a towel and slumps onto the couch. She loves performing, she really does, but it’s been difficult lately; since she publicly announced her breakup with her girlfriend Vickie - another singer - she’d received backlash online and in person.

She gets up and looks through her closet for something more comfortable to wear, deciding on some sweatpants and a sweater. She walks over to the folding screen to get changed and-

“Holy shit,” she practically jumps out of her skin when she finds a woman standing behind the partition, “who the hell are you?”

The curly-haired woman chuckles nervously, “I’m Nancy Wheeler?”

“Did we have an appointment? Sorry, I’ve just been kinda forgetful lately-,” Robin pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Well, uh, no,” Nancy says, and Robin’s jaw sets as she pulls a little notepad out of her pocket and untucks a pen from behind her ear.

“Nope, I don’t speak to reporters, bye,” Robin turns, but the woman grabs her arm.

“Wait!” Robin turns back around reluctantly; the reporter’s striking blue eyes meet hers, “People have been giving you a real hard time lately and I wanted to give a real, honest perspective,”

Robin knows how she feels about journalists, but this gorgeous woman is looking up at her with such determination and her soft hand still lingers around Robin's wrist.

“Fine,” Robin gives in, “but any overstepping and I’m done,”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Nancy smiles and walks off to the couch, “I’ll let you get changed,”

Soon Robin’s sat on her couch next to a cute reporter quickly scribbling things down while she talks, trying not to stare too much when Nancy tucks a strand of her behind her ear, looking up and Robin and grinning after something she had just said.

“I mean, I loved collaborating with Steve and his band, but I just know there’s always gonna be a prank; he’s been doing this for years, you know, we’ve been best friends since college,” a grin tugs at Robin’s mouth.

“What prank did they pull?” Nancy looks up from her notes, genuine interest on her face.

“Swapped my toothpaste for lotion,” Robin laughs a little at the memory, “my mouth tasted like lavender the whole day,”

Nancy laughs too; the sound is sweet as honey to Robin’s ears, clear and purely joyful.

They talk for hours, questions turn into friendly conversation, and the notepad and pen have been abandoned on the coffee table as Robin eventually tries to move closer to the journalist little by little.

They’re sat so close now they’re almost touching, and their hands keep brushing together where they rest on the couch, making Robin’s heart give a flutter every time. Her eyes keep flicking to the speckling of moles on the girl’s hands, following the trail up her arms and to her face, stopping at her jaw when Nancy asks her a question.

“Do you… ever wish for something more?”

That makes Robin wonder. She’s happy perusing music, right? She has friends, more than enough money to get by, enjoys songwriting and playing and singing but; part of her still craves something more.

She thought she could find more with Vickie; they’d met at an awards evening and started hanging out afterward. Hangouts turned into going out on dates and soon they were one of the internet’s favorite celebrity couples. And it was nice, people loved that Vickie and Robin were together, Robin was glad they were together.

But something about their relationship felt artificial. Like they were pressured to date because they were two queer celebrities who started getting close. Like the reality of their picture-perfect relationship stopped at the pictures caught of them walking had-in-hand in the street or sharing food at a restaurant. With Nancy, however…

The reporter’s fingers intertwine with Robin’s.

“I suppose so,” Robin offers a slow, quiet reply, “I guess… it’s difficult to tell what’s real and what’s fake when it comes to relationships with people,”

“Is this real?” Nancy asks almost shyly, those sapphire blue eyes looking up at Robin.

“I think so,”

Robin leans in first, slowly, but Nancy quickly closes the space between them and this kiss feels like magic. It feels more real than anything else Robin has experienced; as if they were meant to meet, meant to find whatever this blossoming feeling was, under any circumstances.

But for now, it was new, and they pulled away to catch their breaths and take the other in. Their hands are still intertwined on the couch, fitting together perfectly and feeling so right and real and it makes Robin want to kiss Nancy all over again.

But, they start off slow; little dates away from paparazzi and expectations, tucked away on little picnics or watching movies snuggled up next to eachother. Nancy relishes in watching Robin write her music, helping her find the right lyrics and singing along with her. Robin gets up each morning with Nancy to make her coffee while she stews over her next article.

Robin becomes familiar with the moles that scattered across Nancy’s person, her curls and the way she styles them, the depth of her eyes, and the love they looked at her with, just as they had done many times before.

Robin Buckley is sure she was meant to meet Nancy Wheeler, in any universe.

The fic and title totally aren’t inspired by Softly by Clairo /sarc

#aww them #ronancetober #ronancetober day 5 #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #wildestflowrs writes #ronance fanfiction #stranger things

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Wheeler/Byers Wardrobe Analysis

Season 1 Part 5

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Episode 8 - I've already talked about what everyone wears for the majority of this episode. This post is almost entirely about the epilogue (Christmas) outfits.

For starters, Steve and Nancy. And to be blunt, Steve looks like a fucking dweeb.

He and Nancy are somewhat matching: her top, his pants/her skirt, his sweater. And if you've read any of my other outfit analysis posts, you'll know that pink and blue is Wheeler Conformity. So the fact that Nancy has reverted from the purple she was wearing earlier in the episode back to pink and blue now that she's back with Steve demonstrates that she is playing along again. As for Steve...like I said. Fucking Dweeb. He's clearly playing at a role here too.

Mike is wearing his usual blue, but notably, this shirt contains yellow as well.

Will's back now and Mike is wearing his color, which isn't unusual. His outfits often contain yellow detailing. But what's super interesting about it in this scene in particular is that Will himself isn't wearing any yellow at all.

I've already finished my season 2 watchthrough and grabbed all my screenshots. I'm just behind on blabbing about them. But because of this, I already know that from this scene on/from the moment he was rescued from the Upside Down on, Will does not wear yellow again until the Mind Flayer is out of him. At the Snow Ball. So here he is in blue, brown, cream, and rust, all colors that fit into the Byers color scheme, but none that are truly his own. I LOVE this costuming detail. It's so subtle and pretty much impossible to pick up when watching for the first time before you know that yellow is Will's color, but on a rewatch, this knocked me out. He isn't himself.

Karen is also not wearing her usual colors, which at first I found odd until I realized she is perfectly matching the cake she is decorating. LOL Karen. So she broke out of her pink and blue to be festive.

Jonathan is in a very basic Jonathan look. Brown t-shirt, flannel, jacket we've seen him in a lot. But he and Will are actually wearing all of the same colors. They match perfectly. BROTHERLY UNITY.

Joyce's outfit here is a bit bonkers. She also fits into the color scheme, but what is this print? This is actually the first print any of the characters I've been discussing has ever worn in the show aside from plaid and stripes. Which makes it really stand out. It's clear from this outfit that Joyce is feeling extremely joyful. For obvious reasons.

That's it for Christmas looks, but I also wanted to touch on a flashback that takes place during this episode.

I couldn’t get any good screenshots of Hopper’s outfit. They’re all blurry and you can mostly only see his jacket, so trust me that it’s a light blue, white, and orange checker print button-down. Not a flannel. It's very put-together and completely unlike anything we've seen him in before. They're colors Hopper has already worn this season, but the style is much more like something we'd see the Wheelers wearing. And speaking of the Wheelers, tell me Sarah’s outfit doesn’t look like something Holly would wear. Better yet, tell me it doesn’t look like something Holly HAS worn.

Down to the pigtails. This very blatant outfit parallel is really the extra nudge to show us that Hopper's old life reflected the same sort of normalcy that the Wheelers' does. And he has since broken out of that normalcy.

Aaaaand that's a wrap for season 1!

Season 2: Mike & Will

#stranger things wardrobe analysis #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #jonathan byers #will byers #joyce byers #jim hopper #steve harrington #st 1 #my dumbass post

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