#me writing this like: i don't think i have anything to say about nancy except that she wants to fight
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Jonathan starts out the story with a very close-knit family unit, a mother and a brother who all love each other deeply but who have already faced a lot of hardship. this leads to him having a very batten-down-the-hatches, circle-the-wagons kind of approach to life. his circle expands (minutely) as the story progresses, to include Nancy and Argyle, but he always has a limited list of people he cares for, and his goal is to protect them. he’ll make sacrifices for them, he’ll shape his life with them in mind. his whole universe shrinks to fit the few people who matter, and everything else fades away—including the possibility that those people could find happiness in the wider world. the world is a threat, something to be guarded against. you can’t take on the world and win, it’s not going to change for the better no matter what you do, you just have to keep your head down and deal with the tragedy of it. he’s seen monsters, he’s known loss. he knows all too well that the picture-perfect happy family is an illusion painted over resentment and cruelty, or even just an illusion painted over the complications that come with loving flawed people. any other outlook is naivety—this is why Jonathan has so little patience for Bob Newby, who is decent but simple, buying into all the things that Jonathan has already seen aren’t unbreakable. and this is why Jonathan walks away from Steve and Nancy kissing in the high school halls in season 2, not out of jealousy, just out of impatience with how juvenile and unrealistic it seems to him. they’re playing into the image of what teenagers are supposed to be and do, the path they’re all meant to be on, and Jonathan doesn’t have any time for that. the image is a lie. the path where you try to fit into the world and put down roots there can only destroy you. when Will feels bombarded, Jonathan doesn’t tell him that he’s going to be happy and people will come to understand him; Jonathan tells Will that he understands him. Jonathan will do absolutely anything to be there for the people he loves; the world will do nothing for them but break them. their happiness, if they find it, is going to have the quality of escape: stepping outside the stifling boundaries of what’s expected and hiding out in a Castle Byers, somewhere they can be safe with the people they love, away from everything that wants to hurt them.
Steve starts out with a couple of merely surface-level friendships and no close family; he’s an only child, he has nowhere to direct his love and devotion, and no one giving that unconditional love to him. he’s already won everything small town high school life has to offer him, reputation and good looks and unsupervised freedom. when all of that is revealed to be vanity of vanities, useless trappings laid on top of an empty cynical life, he too sees monsters and comes to know loss. but his reaction to it is different. in season two, Steve still sees some value in going to a party and wearing the costumes he and Nancy worked hard on. he sincerely misses his girlfriend after an hour, without any cynicism, without needing to appear cool. he’s thinking about getting a job with benefits, so he can be someone to rely on. and as soon as anyone steps into his peripheral vision, Steve loves them. he loves Dustin who orders him around, he loves Robin who makes fun of him, he loves the kids who don’t listen to him, he loves Nancy who broke his heart. his perfect popular ordinary life was empty—so he fills it up with real things, that are still very much real ordinary things. he gives ice cream to the kids and watches movies with Robin, he remembers the song that the carousel horse plays, and through it all he keeps on looking for love and believing in love. the more darkness Steve sees, the more fully he throws himself into the world. it’s after he’s come very near to dying that he tells Nancy his deepest wish is to have a big family and see the world with them—he wants to bring MORE little people into existence and then he wants to introduce them to the whole of the world. he wants to have adventures with them, ordinary people in an extraordinary world, forging through it all together. and then, it’s in the oppressive hell of the upside down, where darkness is literally all around him, that he confesses that the dream is still tied up with her—not some picture-perfect fantasy, but a grounded hope, rooted in his real and abiding love for her, as he really sees her. the world is dark, and wilder and more complicated than it appears. but Steve finds his hope in the most ordinary thing there is: a husband and wife and their children. he is the sane man in a mad world that G.K. Chesteron talks about: the normal boy who becomes the fairy tale hero.
so what about Nancy? Nancy’s outlook on darkness and the world is very much “ride out and meet them”. she sees evil in the world, and chooses to face it head on, and then, as much as possible, she tries to shoot it in the face. not for nothing does she tell Jonathan in season one when he asks what they should do about the demogorgon, “I want to kill it.” she’s not just being dramatic. she means it. what Nancy most wants, from the moment she discovers the tragedy and violence of life, is to eliminate evil in the world. she wants to kill the demogorgon, she wants to root out the unprincipled men who let it loose and see them punished for the harm they caused, she wants to banish the mind flayer even if she has to chase him out with a hot poker, she wants to set vecna on fire and then pump him full of hot lead.
and so, initially, Jonathan’s perspective seems attractive to her, because he too is aware of precisely the evil that she wants to fight, whereas Steve seems to still be appreciating the shiny surface, the veneer of normalcy and happiness that has ugliness underneath it. “it’s all bullshit,” she tells him. she can’t play the role anymore, she can’t pretend everything is fine when everything that she once knew was poisoned by death. and not only is Jonathan aware of the darkness lurking under reality, his rejection of it is so total that he’s willing to reject the entire world along with it. he so hates the evil that Nancy wants to fight that he will turn away from everything else to hide away with just her and Will. that’s romantic. it is! eros loves to say “you and me against the world”, and the romanticism of that does win out in season two. Nancy picks Jonathan and the escape he offers, picks him because he sees the same world she does. but as the story progresses, we see that their worldviews don’t align perfectly. they’re not in agreement about how to deal with the world. Jonathan wants to get through his internship with a minimum of conflict and go home to his family; Nancy wants to prove herself, change people’s minds, make a lasting difference. Nancy is starting to imagine a life she can build with him, Jonathan can only see what he already has and wants to preserve.
so what we see starting to happen in season four is Steve’s perspective is becoming more and more appealing to Nancy. she’s surprised by that, and I think confused by it. it doesn’t make any sense to her, but suddenly his hopes and dreams don’t sound like bullshit anymore. the picture he paints for her of the life he wants sounds nice, especially because he knows what he’s talking about; he’s been quietly practicing for it, taking care of others younger and weaker than himself, attracting no attention and asking for no reward. it’s not bullshit, it’s not naive—it’s the dream she had before everything fell apart, and now it could be real. and why does Steve’s hope become steadily more and more attractive than Jonathan’s escape? because Jonathan can only retreat, into the safety and solitude of the Byers homestead or into a cloud of smoke. Steve can enter into the world and transform it, light it up from within. Steve can act, and Nancy is a woman of action.
#meta whine and rant#tagging for spoilers:#stranger things s4#me writing this like: i don't think i have anything to say about nancy except that she wants to fight#which - in fact - IS all I said about nancy#I DO not understand her like I feel I understand the boys#but I think I am correct on that one point#also. do not ask me to explain what jonathan's deal is vis a vis college in s4#because I do not remember#also catch me putting the g.k. chesterton reference in the body of the post instead of in the tags where it belongs#can't stop won't stop babyyyy#also. like. look at this.#steve is a chesterton hero for SURE#but jonathan IS a taylor swift leading man!!!#I'm sitting here writing meta for a fantasy show!! obviously I am ALL ABOUT escape!!#but I do think nancy is gonna go the other way!#also. just.#'high school is fake but marriage is real' is my favorite love triangle take of all time#yeah! reject the ruling forms of teenagerhood!! it's so stupid!!!!!#but then get married and have six little nuggets#stranger things
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What did Andrew Lloyd Webber do to make Patti Lupone upset? Sorry, saw your tags and i was curious
Oh.
Oh honey.
You sweet child.
Anyway, get ready for one of the most infamous showdowns in all musical theatre history, with the guy who writes the straightest musicals on Broadway (derogatory) and the one and only, the matriarch, the queen, two three-time Tony award winner Patti LuPone.
So, Andrew Lloyd Webber was basically kind of a boy genius in his prime - he met his future collaborator Tim Rice when they were 17 and 20 respectively, he wrote his first big hit, Jesus Christ Superstar, at 22, with Tim Rice writing the lyrics. And it was kind of a big deal at the time because the topic was controversial (you know, the Passion with rock music), but also because Broadway wasn't that far off from its golden age and let's just say the music and style were very different from, say, My Fair Lady. Or The Sound of Music. Or Funny Girl. It was basically the Rent/Hamilton of its time. (Yeah, Stephen Sondheim was around at that time, he worked on West Side Story which was revolutionary in of itself, but he's kind of an oddball in this case. You'll understand why later.)
Their real follow up (I'm not counting Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat for a variety of reasons) was a little musical called Evita, which you might know mainly because of a song called Don't Cry For Me Argentina. Or at least, your mom has probably heard it once at the very least. It's that song that's oversung from a musical while being out of context along with I Dreamed a Dream for Les Misérables. Or Memory from Cats.
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Evita tells the story of Eva Peron, the wife of an Argentinian dictator, who basically screws her way to the top and ends up becoming the mistress of Juan Peron and the most beloved woman in her country through guile and deceit. Yes, I know the historical accuracy is very much debated but I know jackshit about Argentina's history except the bare basics so don't come at me. It was first produced in the West End in London, with Elaine Paige in the role, but because of Equity issues, she couldn't reprise her role for the Broadway production. So a Julliard graduate who was mostly starring in David Mamet plays got the part instead, and that was Patti LuPone.
Patti... did not have a good time during Evita, because the part is basically the kind of score where you can tell the composer is used to writing male parts, but most female singers have a two-octave range (yes, you got Julie Andrews who used to have a three-octave range, and many others, but they're exceptions), so she struggled a lot. That being said, if you listen to live recordings of her, you wouldn't be able to tell, and it got a lot easier later on. But she had this to say:
"Evita was the worst experience of my life. I was screaming my way through a part that could only have been written by a man who hates women. And I had no support from the producers, who wanted a star performance onstage but treated me as an unknown backstage. It was like Beirut, and I fought like a banshee."
This is from Patti's autobiography, which she wrote in 2007 - 8 years after shit with ALW went down. With all that said, she won a Tony Award for Evita, and she pretty much became a musical theatre household name from then on. She played Fantine in Les Misérables, Nancy in Oliver!, Reno Sweeney in Anything Goes. Meanwhile, ALW's next big hits were Cats (I'm not even kidding, Cats was a hit), and, you guessed it, The Phantom of the Opera, which he wrote in part to showcase his then wife Sarah Brightman's triple threat talents.
So, you need to understand before I continue that ALW, from my perspective, has always had a bit of an inferiority complex. He's basically associated to writing these commercially successful musicals that show a big spectacle but aren't ultimately substantial. I'm not sure I entirely agree with that, but I do think that if he didn't have Hal Prince, Maria Bjornson, Charles Hart and Gillian Lynne backing him up for Phantom, it would have probably been a Rocky Horror Picture Show knockoff people would have forgotten about pretty quickly. This is what I mean:
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Yep, that was Phantom before any of the people I mentioned above (and Michael Crawford) were really involved.
Remember how I said Stephen Sondheim was an oddball? The thing with him is that his musicals weren't always commercially successful, but in general, in part thanks to being Leonard Bernstein's protégé, he was generally pretty well-respected and it was considered that his work was bringing musicals to a whole other level. Without Sondheim, you wouldn't have Jonathan Larson, and you wouldn't have Lin-Manuel Miranda. I am convinced ALW is resentful of that, and when you stop and think about it for more than 10 seconds, it's so obvious he REALLY wants to be Sondheim or at least command the same level of respect, but that's a story for another day.
So, after Phantom, ALW had other musicals that followed that either got a meh reception or outright flopped. Then there was Sunset Boulevard, which is based on the movie of the same name with Gloria Swanson. Despite all of her griefs for Evita, Patti LuPone agreed to partake in the musical as Norma Desmond, for its production in London, with the promise that she would transfer to Broadway once that production would open. And overall, after a string of flops, Sunset was actually doing pretty well.
HOWEVER. One day, while reading the gossip column of a newspaper, Patti found out that contrary to what she was promised, Glenn Close, who was meanwhile starring as Norma in the Los Angeles production, was to play Norma on Broadway. That was a complete surprise for her since no one on the production team had bothered to tell her it was happening - and keep in mind that for the news to come up the way it did in a gossip column, it probably would have necessitated a delay of a few weeks between the producers and the newspaper, which would have given them plenty of time to break the news to Patti. And Patti kind of needed the leg up because she was pretty bitter that a) Madonna was cast in the Evita adaptation instead of her; b) they actually lowered the key to fit Madonna's voice range, and she still had to expand her own to be able to sing the (lowered) score. And trust me, Patti is mad about it to this day.
So of course, she trashed her dressing room, the cast and crew weren't even mad about it because they were as shocked and angered as she was by the news. Patti sued Andrew Lloyd Webber for breach of contract, namely for 1 MILLION DOLLARS (yup, those are the real numbers), won, used the money she got from the lawsuit to get a swimming pool, which she called (and I SHIT YOU NOT) the Andrew Lloyd Webber Memorial Pool. Since then, Webber is dead to her, to the point rumor has it she had part of a building blocked during an event so she could get out of it without coming across Webber, because she hates him so flipping much she doesn't even want to be in the same building as the guy.
(There's also drama that happened with Faye Dunaway who was supposed to replace Glenn Close after she went from Los Angeles to Broadway, except they abruptly closed the show down after Close left, but that's a story for another day)
So with all the bad press, and with ALW forced to pay 1 million dollars for Patti's lawsuit, that led Sunset's productions to close earlier than expected. ALW has stayed around since, with... mitigated output, so to say. The lowest point for a lot of people is Love Never Dies, the sequel to Phantom, which some people love, and that's fine, but it didn't do well with either critics nor fans of the original show, which ALW is EXTREMELY BUTTHURT ABOUT. And like, there are so many stories I could tell about LND alone, but I will share my own crack theory about it, since it does relate to the ask.
Anyway, buckle up.
So. There have been jokes going around for years that the Phantom in LND is basically ALW's self-insert, where he displays to the world that he's totally not over Sarah Brightman leaving him (in part because making Phantom kinda ruined their marriage lmao), despite, you know, having married since. (Aaaaaakward.) So LND basically becomes this really uncomfortable therapy session where a man writes a self-insert musical about how his ex-wife made a big mistake of leaving a sensitive artistic soul such as himself. The characters from Phantom who appear in LND are all more or less unrecognizable as a result, and one who gets it worse (in my humble opinion) is Meg Giry, who was basically Christine's sweet and loyal ballerina friend who basically went into the Phantom's lair on her own to save her friend despite the danger. In LND, she's basically a bitter hag (because ALW hates women, guess Patti was right about that), who really likes the swim and even has a stripping vaudeville number about it, written in universe by the Phantom, no less.
For comparison, here's Don Juan Triumphant (the Phantom's opera in the original):
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And here's Bathing Beauty (the vaudeville number):
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Yeah, so... do you see why people hate LND already?
And that's not the only thing with Meg! She's also pining for the Phantom to pay attention to her and threatens to drown the Phantom and Christine's secret love child when he makes it clear that he's gonna love Christine for EVA AND EVA.
So, with everything we learned today about ALW, would someone like him view someone like Patti LuPone as some sort of crazy, bitter diva who's obsessed with him for whatever reason? Absolutely. Would he be petty enough to insert Patti LuPone into his self-insert musical, which gave us the version of Meg Giry we got in LND? Of course. Why does Meg love to swim so much and why does she drag Gustave out ostensibly for a swim? Is it a dig at Patti's Andrew Lloyd Webber Memorial Pool? Maybe.
I kind of hope we find out one day if that theory is true. And maybe start a kickstarter so Patti can add this painting from the 2004 movie in her collection.
Fun fact: during the process of casting for the 2004 movie adaptation of POTO, ALW allegedly suggested Patti LuPone to play Carlotta... only for Joel Schumacher to have to awkwardly remind him that they were not on speaking terms. The idea was therefore promptly dropped.
#YOU'RE WELCOME ANON#anon asks#Andrew Lloyd Webber#Patti LuPone#evita#sunset boulevard#phantom of the opera#love never dies
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So I just want to preface this with I am pro kinktomato and ship and let ship. 100%. I might judge you or block you if I don't like it or makes me uncomfortable but I completely and wholy am for you shipping whoever however.
Got it. Great!
Now this is something I don't think I've seen brought up when it comes with Eddie being shipped with anyone BUT Steve. Eddie is 19-20 in season 4. He is a double super senior. Now we don't know the birthdays literally anyone else (except Will and El) but as Argyle, Jonathan, Robin, Nancy, and Chrissy are all still in school and are seniors, that makes them 17-18 olds.
Now, here's where it becomes an issue. Let's softball it. Say Chrissy/Nancy (or anyone else from the show) is as old as we can make them, barely 18. And let's make Eddie as young as we can make him being a super super senior 19, almost 20. That's still a pretty big gap between the characters' ages. Especially at that age.
Now let's take the gap to the extreme. 17 year old girl with a 20 year guy. And suddenly that's not a good look for Eddie.
Do I know that the truth is probably in the middle? Sure. But I think sometimes we forget how OLD Eddie is.
Which brings me to my next point, why is Eddie that old? If Hellcheer was end game (had they lived) then why make him a twice flunked senior? If he just needs to be in school to deal drugs and DM Hellfire, making him a regular senior wouldn't change anything.
Now, if you tell me it's because he's a drug dealer, let me tell you even in the 80s, having a guy Eddie's age dealing drugs to teens would be sketchy as hell. But since he's still in high school it's not seen as weird.
Let's say you do want him to deal and still be DM of the Hellfire Club but you don't want him too young because the person you plan on coupling him with is a 19 or almost 19 year old?
Suddenly having Eddie 19 isn't that weird. He's the same age as Steve, probably a little older, but a lot closer in age then Eddie is to anyone else we pair him with (that one dead guy notwithstanding).
Which also guys, I know Robin and Steve are close, but he's still older than she is and do I really need to say it? (Because I really don't want to, because I don't want to be seen as dictating how people write the characters, their headcanons, or who or how they ship).
So what I'm trying to get to here, is Steddie makes more sense regarding the age of the characters and how they interacted with each other, then how they acted with any of their female counterparts.
I'm not going to tag this as any other pairing then Steddie, because this isn't hate on the other ships in anyway. This is just my analysis based on what we know about the ages of the characters.
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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒
pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader
summary ❧ (y/n) spends the holidays with the one and only steve harrington
warnings ❧ female!reader, cheesy & sappy steve, shit writing, holiday romcom, stancy
word count ❧ 2.7k
additional notes ❧ this is basically a cheesy holiday romcom ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ
3 Months Later
Before we knew it, the holiday season had come around and it seemed like we were all scrambling to find gifts for each other. Nancy and Jonathan invited me to go Christmas shopping with them, seeing that we'd become very close in the past few months. Our shared trauma had a lot to do with that.
Jonathan had just called me and told me he'd be at my house five minutes ago. I glance at the clock again before returning my gaze out the window.
With a sigh, I trudge over to the phone hanging on the wall, starting to call Nancy's number. That's when I hear a car rolling into my driveway.
I grab my jacket, pulling it tight to my body before opening the front door and walking cheerfully outside. I instantly freeze, not because of the cold, but when I spot the maroon car sitting in my driveway.
Steve sends me a shy wave from inside his car. I hesitantly wave back before walking towards the passenger door and sitting inside.
"Hey," I say as Steve turns the heat up noticing my shivering figure, "I was supposed to be going shopping with Jonathan and Nancy."
"Uh, yeah," Steve says, rubbing the back of his neck, "Nance called and said something came up and asked if I could step in."
Also in the past few months, Nancy and Steve got back together. He really did love that girl.
"Oh well," I say buckling my seatbelt with a bright smile, "I guess we're doing this together then, Harrington."
"Yeah, I guess so, Henderson."
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Steve walks behind me with a smile as I skip around the town while it snows. I stop at every window of every shop checking to see if anything catches my eye to give to one of my friends.
Steve seems to be struggling with what to get Nancy so I have to help him out a bit.
"How about that?" I tell Steve pointing at the pretty bracelet laying in the window of the local jewelry shop.
After a few moments, Steve slowly comes up to stand beside me, his warm presence filling the air as he glances at the bracelet on display. I continue to gaze in the window, my eyes locking on a silver necklace with a ring for a pendant. My gaze lingers there for a moment before I turn my attention back to Steve, who has been watching me this whole time with those eyes.
"Yeah, that's perfect." Steve says, breaking the silence, by referring to the bracelet I'd pointed out.
"Okay, great," I reply walking towards the door to the shop, "Lets go get it."
"Wait," Steve says, grabbing my arm before I can open the door, "I'll get it. You go ahead to the next place, I'll meet you there." He says quickly and I don't question it. I just nod and start my walk to the next store.
As I walk down the sidewalk, my feet crunching into the snow, I think about what I could get for Steve. I glance at the bags in my hands, feeling a pang of guilt and embarrassment as I realize I've gotten everyone something, except for him. He's never been the hardest to shop for, but the pressure of getting Steve the perfect gift is starting to get to me. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to let some creativity in, but so far, nothing comes to mind.
Suddenly, I hear quick footsteps coming from behind me. As I open my eyes I'm met with Steve who slows his stride before stopping by my side with a couple more small bags in hand.
Steve seems to notice something is up as he tilts his head to one side with a confused look, "You okay?" He asks quietly.
"Yeah, no, I'm good." I say when we begin to walk through the freshly powered snow. "I'm just thinking."
"About me, I hope?" Steve replies with a smug smile on his face.
"It's always about you, Harrington."
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The next day was Christmas Eve. Today I would be going over to the Wheeler's house to pick up Dustin from the boys' D&D campaign and hand out my gifts. And I still don't have anything for Steve.
I'm starting to freak out a little bit.
I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts racing with each breath I take. As the words repeat over and over in my head, I can't help but think of Steve.
Steve. Steve. Steve. What would Steve like?
I sit up in bed, as the exhaustion builds inside of me. Wanting to take a break from the constant thoughts of Steve, I decide to leave the house in search of some fresh air. I grab my jacket and head towards downtown, finding a quiet bench, wiping the fresh snow off before sitting down.
As I watch the people and couples stroll by, I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace and relief.
Then, I hear soft footsteps crunching through the snow, approaching me. I look up to see an old lady, probably in he 80's, sitting down next to me, her soft and gentle eyes gazing at me with warmth and kindness. She smiles, and I respond with one of my own. The two of us share a peaceful moment, the snow falling slowly around us and sparkling in the light.
"Hey," I turn slowly towards the lady, "Could you maybe help me with something?"
"What can I help you with, honey?" The lady replies kindly.
"Um, so I have this friend, and I haven't found a gift for him yet." I let out a small sigh before continuing, "I just don't know what to do because I want it to be perfect." I finish, glancing back at the lady who just smiles.
"This friend must be very special, huh?" She asks with a certain look hiding behind those soft eyes.
"Yeah." I respond, almost dreamily, "He is."
"If you mean as much to him as he does to you, I don't think it would matter what you get him," The lady says, that soft smile never leaving her face, "As long as it's from the heart." She finishes, holding her hand up to her chest, where her heart is.
I finally know what I want to give to Steve thanks to a sudden inspiration courtesy of a random old lady's brilliant mind. I quickly thank her before rushing home so I can get the gift done before I have to head over to the Wheeler's.
Frantically, I rummage through my room, searching for the old camera Steve and I used to use together. I find it in an unexpected spot, under my bed, before heading back into town to a local shop where I can get the photos developed. I wait impatiently while the pictures dry. When they're finally done, I grab them stuffing them into my bag before going home. I grin as I shut my bedroom door behind me, knowing they'll make the perfect gift for Steve.
I slip the pictures into a small envelope before grabbing a sheet of paper to write a letter to Steve. With a clear and steady hand, I start to write, my thoughts and emotions flowing as I compose the perfect message for the one who has always meant the world to me.
As I write, a flood of memories come rushing into my mind.
"Is it a little strange? Sure, but it's also romantic. When I heard it for the first time, it reminded me of you."
I smile as I remember that night we'd spent on his bedroom floor. I remember his warm smile, the gentle touches, the mix-tape we'd never finished.
"I don't really know who you are anymore Steve."
"Then let me show you,"
I pause in my writing to dwell on the night Steve snuck into my room, all those months ago. That was the night our friendship was truly reborn in a moment of secrecy and trust.
"What the hell did you do?"
"I didn't do anything, freak."
A single tear slips out, fueled by the bitter memory of what Steve called me months ago. I let my anger and frustration spill into the paper, letting which lets the rest of my emotions loose.
"Whoa, (Y/n), what are you doing with that?"
"Protecting your sorry ass."
I let out a light chuckle of amusement as my rage from earlier dissolves into a warm flood of happy memories.
I remember the day we made our promise, when Steve and I were just kids. We sat with our legs dangling in the pool, lightly swinging our feet through the water. The water glimmered in the sunlight, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees as we watched our reflections in the ripples of the water. I remember the sense of calm unity that we felt in that moment, our friendship forged in the waters of that pool, our words spoken with so much hope and faith in our hearts.
"We won't ever stop being friends, right?”
"We're in this together, Steve Harrington."
"Always."
With a small smile on my face, I carefully slip the letter into the envelope alongside our childhood pictures. I then gently place the envelope in my backpack, where it lies with the rest of the presents I'll be giving out later today.
Then I realize I've made a love letter in disguise.
Shit.
Oh well.
I hear a couple knocks on the front door and promptly open it, finding Jonathan standing on the other side with a warm smile. As he gestures towards the driveway, I nod and head out the door, putting my backpack on and grabbing my jacket. We then drive to the Wheeler's house to pick up our brothers from their campaign. I'm filled with excitement and anticipation as we pull up, eager to see my friends reactions to the gifts I picked out for them.
As we pull up to the house, I notice Steve's maroon car sitting in the driveway, the sight causing my smile to falter ever so slightly. The thoughts of him and Nancy getting back together run through my mind. But I remind myself that Steve and Nancy are my friends, and I'm going to support their decision, no matter how much it hurts.
Jonathan and I get out of the car and walk up to the door where a very cheerful Mrs. Wheeler greets us, with a tray of cookies in hand.
"Merry Christmas, kids," She greets with a warm smile, "Cookie?" She offers pushing out the tray towards us.
"Ooh, thanks, Mrs. Wheeler!" I exclaim happily, grabbing a cookie before walking alongside Jonathan into the house.
"Nancy is upstairs with Steve and the boys are in the basement." Mrs. Wheeler comments before making her way back to the kitchen with the rest of the cookies.
"Perfect," I say before walking down the stairs to the basement.
"Jeez, what's that smell?" Jonathan says as I bring my hand up to my nose to plug it, "Have you guys been playing games all day, or just farting?" Jonathan asks, making me let out a snort.
"Oh, that's just Dustin." Lucas giggles, "He farted. Dustin farted." Lucas sings while making farting noises.
"Okay." Dustin replies annoyed.
"Dustin farted." Lucas continues to sing.
"Very mature, Lucas." My brother comments and I let out another chuckle.
"Will." Jonathan says, grabbing his brother's attention, who stand up with a smile, "Come on."
"Shut up." Dustin repeats.
"Dustin farted!" Lucas sings, standing from his seat.
"Bye guys." Will says with a little wave before following his brother up the stairs.
"Bye Will." The three boys chorus at the same time.
"Dust, we gotta go too," I say with a smile as the boys say goodbye to their friend, "But first, presents!" I sing, opening my backpack.
As the boys sift through my bag and pull out their gifts with excitement, I watch them with a smile on my face. They thank me for the thoughtful presents with wide grins, giving me affectionate hugs. I wave goodbye to the boys before, Dustin and I rush up the stairs. Where Mrs. Wheeler is waiting.
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Wheeler." Dustin and I say at the same time and I send her a soft smile.
"Merry Christmas, guys." She returns my smile, "Say hi to your mom for me."
"We will." I reply before heading towards the door. I usher Dustin out, telling him that I'll be right there.
Before I can make my way up the stairs to Nancy's room, her and Steve come rushing down the stair. In a flurry of holiday cheer and joy, the two of them make their way towards me, their faces filled with excitement with presents in hand.
"We thought we heard your voice." Nancy says with a sweet smile, handing me a present, "Merry Christmas, (Y/n)."
"Thank you, Nancy." I say sincerely before she nods, walking towards her mom whose still in the kitchen.
I place the tiny gift box into my backpack grabbing the envelope for Steve before facing the nervous looking boy in front of me.
"I—"
"Here." I say, shoving the letter into his hand.
"Oh, thanks." Steve replies, starting to open the letter.
"Wait!" I say frantically grabbing his hands, preventing him from opening it right now.
"Later?" Steve asks, reading my mind.
"Yeah." I let out a relieved sigh as Steve puts the letter into his front pocket.
I stare into Steve's eyes for a moment, my heart fluttering with every beat. Then he reaches into his back pocket and suddenly reveals a small jewelry box, the sight causing my breath to catch in my throat.
"Uh, I got you something." Steve says, fidgeting with the box in his hand, before reaching out to grab my hand, placing the box into my palm gently, "You can open it now, if you want."
I slowly and carefully open the box, my anticipation growing with every inch it opens. When the lid finally lifts, however, I can't help but gasp as I catch glimpse of the necklace from yesterday, the one with the ring. I stare at the necklace in my hand, eyebrows furrowed as I try to make sense of this gift.
My thoughts run wild as I look up at the boy whose staring at me with excitement and slight worry.
"Read it." Steve says softly, "The ring."
I grab the ring noticing the engraved message on the inside.
Always
My eyes start to tear up when I glance up at Steve.
"Whoa, you don't like it?" Steve questions with a concerned look.
"No, no, I love it, Steve." I laugh lightly at his worry.
"Oh, good." He replies rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Can I?" Steve asks, reaching his hands out towards the box.
With blush spreading across my cheeks, I nod as Steve steps closer, his warm hands taking the necklace. He gently moves my hair to the side and quickly fastens the necklace around my neck with a soft click. As he shifts my hair back into place, I turn back around, our faces inches apart.
"Thank you, Steve." I say softly, glancing at his lips, "I really love it."
"Yeah, I mean, I saw you looking at it and I—"
I cut him off with a quick hug, a warm feeling pooling in my chest as I feel his arms wrap around me. We stand there by the front door of the Wheeler's house, our bodies pressed together, the moment charged with emotion. I lean in and give his cheek a quick peck before finally parting ways. I turn towards the door, my hand resting on the knob.
"Bye, Steve." I say, sending him a small wave before opening the door.
"Bye." Steve replies dazed, but still gives me a two-finger wave.
I smile because something changed, and I'm not sure that's a bad thing anymore.
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WIP Wednesday
I guess I'm a little bit writing the one where Steve can't feel anything but Eddie.
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Dr. Owens’ office looks like a normal doctor’s office. Maybe a little too sterile. No pictures or posters on the walls. But you’d never know walking in that he’s some of kind of top secret military doctor or something. Of course the sign on the outside of the building says "Medical Supply Center." And Steve wasn't allowed to tell his mom Joyce Byers was bringing him here. And there was nobody else in the waiting room. But still-
When Dr. Owens comes into the examining room, he just looks like a guy in a lab coat. Like any of the eighteen other doctors Steve’s already seen. The eighteen other doctors who haven’t been able to figure out what’s wrong with him. It's some kind of neuropathy. Except they don't know why it's his whole body. It's hypoesthesia. Except that's really a symptom more than a diagnosis. It's similar to CIP. Except they don't know why it's not just the pain he can't feel. Or what's causing it. Or how to fix it.
“So tell me about what’s going on,” Dr. Owens says.
It’s kind of a relief to be able to tell the whole story. Steve had been able to tell the other doctors about getting cracked in the head with a plate, the fight, the concussion. But he couldn’t say polywog, demodogs, got sprayed in the face with some noxious Upside Down spunk… He can still remember the rotten taste of it coating his mouth even through the bandana. It wasn't too long after that this whole thing started.
He hadn’t noticed it then. Maybe his toes seemed a little numb, his cheeks, the end of his nose. It was winter. It was cold. Maybe when he took a girl out, holding her hand felt a little strange. Muffled. Maybe kissing her wasn’t as vivid as it usually was. Maybe when she sucked him off it took him longer than usual to come, but he got there. It still felt good. It was like the lights were dimmed a bit, not like he couldn’t see. And maybe he thought, after Nancy… Well, it didn’t seem so strange to him that he wasn’t as into the other girls. That nothing felt like it had with her.
It was kind of weird when he'd dropped a bottle of balsamic vinegar on his socked foot and it barely even hurt. He took his sock off later, and his toe was swelled up. The nail black. But it hadn’t felt like much. There was another time too. He cut his hand sawing open a bagel. Blood everywhere, his mom in a tizzy, and it was just a far away dull throb.
He started to think something might be wrong then. But he kept hoping if he kept his head down, kept acting like it was nothing, then it would be nothing. The gate was closed. It had to be nothing.
He told himself it was nothing until he woke up one random Wednesday a couple months out from the gate being closed, and it was like he wasn’t in his body. He couldn’t feel the sheets under him, the blankets on top of him. Couldn’t feel the heat blowing. Couldn’t feel his shirt against his chest or the elastic of his briefs. And when he pinched himself there was nothing. He’d done it harder, twisting, fingers digging hard enough to bruise. Nothing. He did bruise. He wasn’t invincible. He just couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel anything.
Not the heat of the shower. Or the cold when he desperately turned the knob. Not the scratch of his fingernails across his arm, hard enough to bleed. Not his hand on his dick. Nothing. He leaves the last bit out when he’s telling it for the doc.
Dr. Owens doesn’t seem to think it’s all in Steve’s head, which is a step up from most of the doctors his mom has taken him to. But he can’t really say what it is either. Other than probably related to that thing where a whole other dimension had been leaking into the town for a year.
“We’ve had a few cases,” he says. “Of other-” He cocks his head over what word to put there. “Effects.” He frowns. “Hawkins has been exposed to all kinds of bio material, maybe even radiation, we simply don’t have enough information to understand. We did as much testing as we could at the lab before the gate was closed, and we’re working on reversing the effects. But there’s so much we don’t know. Each…” He looks for a word again. “Each affliction is different.”
Dustin calls what Steve’s got a superpower, but to be honest Steve thinks affliction fits better. A superpower is being bulletproof or flying or moving shit with your mind like El. Useful stuff. Steve burned the shit out of his hand the other day and didn’t notice until he smelled his skin cooking. Steve keeps cutting himself shaving because not being able to feel the blade on his face makes him doubt the muscle memory of it. Makes his hand uncertain. Steve can’t even get himself off. He tried a couple times in the beginning. His dick sort of half-heartedly chubbing up with the friction of a hand he can’t feel. He can’t get himself hard though. Can’t make himself come.
Afflicted sounds about right to him.
“Normally,” the doc is saying, “in an area exposed to toxins you’d see consistent effects: elevated cancer rates, lung damage, lead poisoning. But this…” He shakes his head.
“What kind of things are you seeing?”
“I can’t share names or too many specifics of other patients,” Dr. Owens says. “But we’ve seen some very unusual things. A girl whose touch seems to burn living tissue. A boy who seems to be exhaling some kind of poison, small amounts, but they build up when people are exposed to him for long."
"Jesus, I guess mine could have been worse," Steve says. "Did anyone get any actual good powers? Why is it all-" He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "Afflictions."
"They're biological anomalies," Dr. Owens says. "Not magical powers."
"I don't mean magical powers, I mean like… El. She has a good power. I know it's her special brain or whatever and not magic. But did anyone else get something like that? Something useful?"
"El didn't get her telekinesis from the Upside Down. She was born with a special brain, like you said. And as for you and the others… We don't know." He tilts his head, leaning in toward Steve. Face pretty kindly for a secret government operative who probably has the authority to burn Hawkins to the ground if he decides it's too contaminated with- Biological anomalies. "I hope you’ll let us do some tests. The more information we have, the more likely we can figure out how to reverse it."
Steve can't imagine there's a test he hasn't had. His mom's been on a mission. Toting him from specialist to specialist. He's been all over the country. He's been scanned inside out and head to toe and toe to head and back again. He's given pints and pints of blood. He's gotten zero results. He's not getting his hopes up that this'll be any different. Owens basically said as much. They don't know what this is. How the Upside Down's changed people. But... At least these doctors know where to start looking. And hell, this is what Steve's here for. Might as well try.
His mom signs him out of school to see a fake doctor at a clinic that doesn't exist. And Steve spends a week in an underground bunker. They do new MRIs, new CAT scans. They strap Steve into a few machines he hasn't seen before. They hook him up to electrodes and videotape him all day long. They test out blunt pressure, sharp blades. Hot and cold and soft and hard. He feels nothing. They make him bruise and bleed while machines beep around him, spitting out long lengths of incomprehensible measurements. Nothing. They starve him for most of a day. That he feels. They keep him up until his head feels like swimming through tar. They give him drugs. He feels that too. Hungry, tired, dizzy, sick to his stomach. He can feel all of that. But anything they shove at him from the outside... Nothing.
They scan him again, again, again.
They don't know. They can't fix it.
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It comes in handy that summer though. He isn't exactly going to break under Russian torture when he can’t feel shit. They can tear off his fingernails, hell chop off whole fingers and it won’t make any difference… No, that’s not true. He gets a queasy feeling in his gut thinking about being left with nothing but bloody stumps. But it wouldn’t hurt. He tries to make sure they take it out on him instead of Robin. Finally, something this stupid, shitty biological anomaly is good for. He can take it. As much as they've got. So she doesn't have to.
He can tell it's bad from the blood dripping into his eyes. From the way it's hard to talk. From the way Robin looks at him like she wants to cry. He screams because he knows that's what they want from him. Because that's the only way to make them stop before they do something really… Permanent. But he could take more. He could keep taking it until they kill him, and it wouldn't hurt at all.
Robin hugs him when they finally make it out. Sagging into him, clinging to him with exhausted relief at surviving the Russians, the meat monster, but also surviving what she told him in the bathroom. Steve's always been a fan of hugs. The solid comfort of bodies pressed together. But he can't feel the heat of her, the squeeze of her. He settles for the sweaty smell of her head right up against his nose. The sound of the wavering sigh she lets out. He tries to hug her back without thinking too much about if he's holding her too hard, not hard enough. His arms uncertain.
He looks at himself in the mirror at home once he's dropped her off. His swollen, blood-streaked face, his eye shut. The bruises deep and ugly. The nasty split of his lip. The break in his nose. It's like looking at someone else. Like the person in the mirror isn’t even him. He presses down on the worst bruise around his shut eye. Presses down and feels nothing.
#just putting my toe into it#trying to figure out if it's anything#wip wednesday#steddie au#steddie fic#my fic: haven au#my fic
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“we’re going to summer camp bitches!”
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chapter 1 of my stranger things summer camp horror story
eddie x fem!reader (reader is canonically hot and everyone loves her i don’t make the rules 🙇🏾♀️)
except yes i do.
future warnings : suggestive language , cursing , blood and gore , heavy flirting , eddie being down bad 🫤, reader being hot , steve being hot , robin being hot , eddie being hot, nancy being hot , look everyone’s just hot okay? and i can’t think of anymore rn 🤨
a/n: i’m so excited for this story, but until then please send me asks and requests ! the writers block rn is so real 😾 and the only reason i was able to finish this is because of that nice anon i got about my writing earlier 😭. i literally make headcannons for my reader inserts personalities and stuff, i just don’t post them because i think everyone’ll hate them
a/n : also i like how i said this was a sneak peak, it’s literally the majority of the first chapter, because i don’t know when to stop 😭
hawkins, indiana | monday , june 23, 1986 | 12:48 p.m.
"why…is it so damn hot today?" robin asked, nobody in particular as she continued staring blankly into the sky, from her layed-out position on the lawn chair she occupied.
"don't know…ask god or something." eddie mumbled from the chair next to her, lying in the same position but lying onhis stomach with his bare back facing the sky, and his eyes closed.
the silence had once again taken over until the soft snores of steve caused the two, to slowly look on the left side of robin, where he layed in his own chair as well, shades on and curled up on his side, facing them.
"how can he sleep so calmly in this heat?" robin asked incredulously.
"no idea…ask god or something." eddie mumbled again, flipping over onto his back to stare at the sky as well, betore deciding it was too bright and flipping back over onto his stomach again.
"why do you keep saying that, are you high?" robin asked curiously.
"because, robin. it's too hot to say anything else, and no." he replied, looking to his now left, at the forth member of their little group who had also not said anything since this little conversation started.
"oh my god.….robin. i think the sun killed nancy…." eddie trailed off, reaching his arm over to lazily rest his hand on her bare shoulder, from where he was laying.
“what?” robin asked, slightly sitting up to look over eddie, and at nancy who was laid in a similar position as robin but with her arms crossed over her stomach and her head now lolled to the side, from eddie’s slight shaking of her shoulder.
“my fuckin’ gosh, the heat killed her, rob!” eddie exclaimed, quietly. (how that’s possible i have no idea)
before eddie and robin could go into any further type of panic though, nancy started to groan before, slowly opening her eyes and sitting up, looking over at the two confusedly.
“who died?” nancy asked, trying to remember where she was, before she remembered that she’s the one who suggested that the four lounge around steve’s pool, for the early summer afternoon, before their usual fifth member joined them for the day.
“you did.” both of them said simultaneously, now calmed down, before going back to their previous positions.
“oh.” nancy said boredly, before getting up, and starting to head back inside of steve’s house.
“where you going, nance?” robin asked confusedly.
“yeah, come back here and burn with the rest of us!” eddie slurred deliriously.
“i’ll be right back, i’m just going to get us some more drinks!” she called out from the distance , before the door shut behind her though, she heard steve’s voice say-
“someone said drinks?” he asked excitedly, before his voice trailed off towards the end, signaling that he fell back to sleep.
chuckling to herself at her friends antics, she made her way towards steve’s kitchen before, hearing movement from within it, and quiet humming. as she rounded the corner, she was met with the sight of you, taking four cokes out of steve’s fridge, then trying to balance them in your arms.
the sound of someone walking into the room alerted you, and you turned quickly, only to see nancy, coming into the kitchen.
“oh, hey nance! i love your bathing suit!” you exclaimed smiling enthusiastically at her. “i was just about to come bring these out to you guys.”
“thanks. and here i’ll carry two.” she said taking them from you before you dropped them.
“thanks” you said as you two started to walk back outside towards steve’s backyard
as you slightly walked in front of her, nancy was able to look over your outfit, remembering where you had just came from.
“so! how was aerobics with your mom?” she asked you, remembering how on the phone the previous night, you had told her that your mom was back in town for the week, and wanted to have a mother-daughter day, before catching up with her own friends. as nancy continued admiring looking over your outfit.
you had on a maroon leotard, that accentuated your curves perfectly, with mustard yellow stockings underneath, and a bandeau top to match them. (pretty much imagine that one outfit that lisa wore at the end of weird science, but with the colors listed above 😭)
“oh! it was good, i hardly broke a sweat this time! thank the lord.” you replied jokingly, nudging her arm. “you, robin, and i should go to a class one day, i think you two would really like it, plus you guys would look so good in the outfits! i could even try to get max, el and erica to-” you inquired, slightly trailing off towards the end, before tilting your head and looking over at the pool confusedly.
“yeah maybe…they were barely concious two seconds ago?!” she said confusedly, as you two stopped at the sight before you.
two of the three previously, sluggish bodies that occupied the side of steve’s pool, were now stood on the side of it laughing hysterically, as steve had just finished yelling at them, then angrily marched out of the pool and began chasing them around, trying to whip them with his (now) wet towel.
as you and nancy began laughing to each other and continuing your conversation, robin had noticed the two of you.
“wow. eddie don’t cream your pants or anything, buttt your “darling” is here and-“ she cut herself off with a whistle.
as eddie and steve stopped goofing off and looked over to see what she was talking about, eddie groaned, covering his face and dramatically dropping himself down, sinking back into his chair.
“jesus christ. why is she so fine?” he groaned, clutching over his heart.
“have you seen her mother? i guess it just runs in the family, man.” robin answered flippantly.
“okay first of all, eddie do not pitch a tent next to my pool, and two, would you two stop thirsting over my friend?” steve asked.
“umm i’m her best friend, dingus.” robin replied.
“no, we literally grew up together, i’m her best friend. and she lives right next door! do you know how many of her family photos i’m in?” steve defended and bragged.
“doesn’t matter, kiddos! because i’m her favorite! she calls me “baby”and everything!” eddie swooned, jokingly closing his hands together and batting his eyes.
before the three could continue going back and forth, you and nancy finally got to them.
“hey guys!” you said excitedly to the three. “i’d hug you guys, but i’m sure you’re all really hot.” you explained, handing steve and robin their drinks.
“i’ll actually take that hu-“ eddie smirked, before being cut off
“shut up eddie.” robin and steve groaned simultaneously.
“y/n has something to tell us.” nancy chimed in, handing a can to eddie, before sitting back in her seat.
“so…you know how we talked about how we like, never get to do normal teenagey things?” you asked them walking back and forth in front of each of their chairs, once you got their attention.
they all let out simultaneous hums of agreement, as they waited for her to get to her point.
“well…. we’re going to summer camp bitches!” you whooped excitedly, waiting for them to do the same.
“…what 😐?” they all said at the same time.
(nancy:🧍🏾♀️robin: 😧 eddie: 😐 steve: 🤨)
“…further explanation please?” steve asked, making you pout in annoyance.
“yeah.. i mean not to burst your overly excited bubble or anything, but aren’t we all too old for summer camp?” robin asked.
“well yeahhhh.” you said obviously, pulling the flyer out of your shirt, handing it to nancy. “that’s why we’ll be camp counselors!” you said excitedly once again waiting for them to get excited as well.
as you spent about 20 more minutes trying to get them to agree, they finally started to relent.
“okay, well what about work?” steve added.
“i already talked to keith already, and he said it was fine, he actually even said that you’ll still get paid, when i asked!” you said gingerly, making steve and robin look at each other and shrug, before agreeing.
“that’s sounds cool! did you tell the kids about it?” nancy asked, after she finished reading the paper, and handing it back to you.
“yeah, i just need to ask their parents, but that should go fine!” you said nonchalantly.
“why, you?” eddie asked.
“they told me that their parents are more likely to hear me out, for some reason.” you said, shrugging your shoulders.
“because the parents love her so much.” steve rolled his eyes, waving his hands sarcastically.
“ignore him, he’s just mad that he’s not the “OG babysitter”. ” robin joked.
as they began to go back and forth, you rambled out.
“alsoialreadysignedusupandwekindaneedtostartpackinglikeyesterdaysowecanleavefridaynight!” you rambled all in one breath before quickly trying to make your escape before they put together what you said.
( for those not trying to decipher that, she said “also i already signed us up and we kinda need to start packing like yesterday, so we can leave friday night! )
unfortunately robin put it together fairly quickly, what with her being a rambler herself. “woah, what? when did you have time to sign us all up?” she asked, getting up and holding you by the shoulders.
“two days ago.” you grimaced, as they all groaned your name. “i got the confirmation letter today! i was going to ask you guys yesterday, but i was too busy! and then before my mom and i left for aerobics this morning, the letter was already in my mailbox!” you defended yourself.
“okay, so wait..if you just got the letter this morning, when did you have time to talk to keith, about us taking off?” steve asked, gesturing between him and robin.
“ummm like right before i came over here.” you said, shrugging.
“..so after your aerobics class?” robin asked, realizing something.
“…yyyeah?” you said confusedly.
“and he just….didn’t care that we’d be gone for, what? a month?” steve asked looking at robin knowingly.
“and he even agreed to give us paid time off?” robin added.
“hey y/n, where did you see keith, anyway?” nancy asked grimacing.
“at family video! i stopped by before i came here to ask for you guys. it was practically empty in there too, so we were able to talk in private!”
“were you wearing that?” robin got to the point everyone was trying to make, gesturing to your outfit.
“yeah.” you said obviously. “why, what’s with the 3rd degree guys?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“baby, i think you accidentally seduced keith into giving our friends here, paid time off.” eddie sighed into his hands.
“…oh…” you froze, remembering that he was kind of quick to do what you wanted. “well it worked so-“ you shrugged. “and i mean, any of us could of done that honestly, maybe except steve, but you know..” you joked.
“why is it always make fun of steve day, huh? you know what you all need to leave anyways, go pack so we can be ready for friday!” he jokingly stormed off, to go back into his house.
“we love you, steve!” you called after him, giggling as he flipped you off.
“anyways! he’s right, you guys get to packing! i have some parents to start convincing!” you winked, running ahead of them, to the entrance of steve’s fence, quickly ushering them out as they passed you, and went to their respective cars.
you ran back to your house, as you changed clothes, you were mentally making a list of which parents it’d be easiest to hardest to convince.
~ easiest - hardest to convince ❥~
1. claudia henderson (dustin’s mom)
2. karen wheeler (mike’s mom)
3. sue & charles sinclair (lucas and erica’s parents)
4. ms. mayfield (max’s mom)
5. joyce byers (will’s mom)
5. hopper (el’s dad)
“alrighty then! wish me luck!” you said to yourself, before making your way out of the house.
a/n: i’m so excited for this story, but until then please send me asks and requests ! the writers block rn is so real 😾 and the only reason i was able to finish this is because of that nice anon i got about my writing earlier 😭. i literally make headcannons for my reader inserts personalities, and relationships with other characters and stuff.
a/n: also i can’t think of what to call this reader 😭 i usually give her a nickname or something but i can’t think of one, i’m thinking “darling” right now. if you guys have ideas let me know !
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x poc reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#❥#stranger things 4#stranger things#eddie munson x black!reader
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Hey!💞 i know you said you’re really bad at writing😭 but i was wondering if you could do a mean!mike wheeler x f!reader i doesn’t have to be very long but could you a reader gets bullied by him she kinda likes it he notices. you can go on with the rest😅 you don't have to reply its just theres like 0 mikey writers
experiment
Hiiii ill do what i can doll love your idea
also this was rlly rushed idk wht im doingggg
Warnings:smut oral f receiving fingering lmk if theres more💞
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Mike wheeler was different from the others.
you were one of the prettiest most popular girls in the school you could pull the whole basketball team if you wanted you didnt even need to try.
Except for mike. He was the most horribly infuriating person you had ever met.he would have a mean comment mo matter what. you got a good test score? you fucked the teacher. you got a answer wrong? bimbo whore there was no winning with him occasionally he'd pull on the straps of your bra and flick it on your skin to get you attention and compliment your outfit or your stationary. weather he was degrading your intelligence or objectifying you his attention was all you needed.
Your little challenge turned into a tiny crush when allyour older friends would talk about what them and thier boyfriends would do to eachother youd think about doing them with mike his long fingers stroking your hair wrapping your neck or deep inside of you all the other boys were merely play things but in your head mike was already yours.
fortunately you were failing one of your sience classes and mike was assigned your tutor so you invited him over yours, he was surpisingly smart for being such a "badboy outcast"
The doorbell rang and you practically hopped downstairs from your room to open the door leading him into your room.
"ok what are we starting with sir" you say jokinly "sir?" looking quite shocked "you are teaching me arent you?" cocking your head to the side "oh yeah sure" he responds absentmindedly. you guys carry on studying the atmosophere becoming more jokey and comfortable over time talking about popular people in your school -mostly you gossiping about all the shitty things youe friends do to his- untill your ability to never shut the fuck up got the best of you "ya'know you could be pretty popular if u didnt hang out with those guys," which was already a bad start, "probably runs in the family getting in with the wrong crowd i mean look at nancy for examp-" from the moment you said his older sisters name hes mood changed his hand grabbed your jaw and sweezed your cheeks together "watch your fucking mouth stupid bimbo slut." his brows are furrowed and hes got that signature annoyed mike look on his face sending shockwaves directly to your puffy pussy just feeling his presence gets you riled up "yes sir sorry sir-uh-mikey" you mutter he laughs in your face "no way!" his perfect lips spreading into boyish grin "you fucking liked that!" freeing your jaw from his grip "no i didnt stupid" his hand slithers under your skirt and grabs your clothed cunt the hole gapes around his fingers as he rubs a soft sigh escaping your mouth.
He slips his hand under the elastic waist band, tracing circles on your clit. "Is this ok, princess?" he whispers. You nod quickly, letting out what you think was a whimper. He flips your skirt up, pulling your perfect panties to the side, almost hypnotized by your pretty pussy. "Fuck," he groans. "Look at you, you're soaking." His fingers sloppily slide over your slit, making you clench on nothing. "Please," you beg breathlessly. He pauses , halting his movements. "Ah ah ah, baby-" you imterupt him swiftly correcting yourself "sir, please sir touch me need it so bad" He licks a strip im between your folds "anything for my girl" swirling his tounge around your clit sucking and slurping your hand sits in his hair pulling he groans against your cunt sliping a finger your little uh uh's egging him on "please sir just one-one more,fuck its so good, one more finger daddy" he laughs deeply "we switching up our names now slut? thought you'd be looser than this since youve fucked the whole basket ball team." he adds another didget curling his fingers deep into you "nuh uh sir they lie i promise daddy your my first." he can tell shes close buy how tight shes clenching his didgits her words are coming out wrong and her legs start to shake a lil you let out a pornographic cry and mike coerces you through your orgasm sucks hes fingers when hes done making sure to get every last bit of your juices he cleans you up and you snuggle for abit untill he has to go but before he leaves he spins around says "next time im gonna make you squirt, n thats a promise."
lets just say your definitely passing biolgy.
i couldnt b bothered to correct this so srry for the spelling mistakes
#mike wheeler x reader#mike wheeler x reader smut#fanfic#x reader#mike wheeler#stranger things smut#eddie munson#steve harrington x reader#stranger things#michael wheeler#nancy wheeler#will byers
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The Harrigtons™
summary: steve harrington x y/n byers and their six little nuggets' life
characters: dad!steve x byers!y/n, joyce x hopper, will, jonothan, el, dustin, lucas x max, mike
warnings: ST4 VOL. 2 SPOILERS!! fluff, minimal swearing, pregnancy, hinted smut, childbirth, that's probably it :)
legend: italics = not in the moment narration, ~~~ = scene change
a/n: ik literally nobody pays attention to these but if this sucks i'm sorry it's my first time writing :,) also i tried really hard to keep steve in-character, bc i read so many of these where he totally isn't.. takes place after season four, except there's no ominous ending (i'm coming for u duffers) also nancy is non-existent in this fic (i love her but she would be problematic due to ST4 ship moments; and there's no mileven or byler bc will and el are way to good for mike and the im convinced byler car scene was will finally letting himself let go of mike)
anyways enjoy
~~~
"STEVE!" I cried, sitting on the cold tile of our shared bedroom's bathroom.
He sprinted in from the kitchen- with the glass of water he went to get for me- breathless. "What's it say?"
I flipped the pregnancy test around, revealing two pink lines.
"YES!" he cried, high-fiving me ecstatically. "This is so great, y/n," he smiled, kneeling down to my spot on the floor.
"We're gonna be parents," I murmured, caressing my boyfriend's face gently.
"The start of our Brood of Harringtons™!" He cheered.
~~~
You're probably wondering, "What had you done to get in this situation?" Hopefully not literally, but that's not the point. Well, after all of the chaos in Hawkins, me and Steve finally decided what was most important to the both of us: each other.
Now, I know it was cheesy for us to realize that, but c'mon, where did you think all those clichés came from?
After Steve's sappy speech in the Winnebago, and the terrifying threats of the Upside Down, we worked towards making that dream a reality.
Steve enrolled in ILEA, or the Police Academy for Indiana. I went back to college, seeing as I had been accepted to the local community college. Me and Steve had planned to wait to get married and have our "six little nuggets", as he calls them, until after college. But things don't always go according to plan- especially after a few drinks and a local party (which I remember nothing, not even whose party it was). I missed my monthly twice, and finally told Steve. Of course, he was beyond happy, and ran out to buy a few pregnancy tests. And that's how we ended up talking about our baby-to-come on a Sunday afternoon, on the floor of our bathroom.
But that was back in '87, a whole year after the last.. incident. But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to tell you about my family, The Harrington's.
~~~
Nine months after that, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy: Matthew James Harrington. Born October 7, 1987, at 6:22 in the morning, after 13 long hours of excruciating pain. Here's how it went..
"Hey, Steve..?" I said calmly.
"Yeah, babe?" Steve called from over his shoulder. He was on a ladder, fixing a dead lightbulb in the nursery.
"So, don't freak out," I said, still calm. Which, of course, made Steve turn around, and see me waddle in with my water broken all over my pants.
"Oh. Oh! OH, SSSSSSHIT!" He yelled, scrambling down the ladder. "Ooookay, okay. Stay calm, alright! You go take a bath, change into your hospital clothes, and we'll get in the car, and drive to the hospital!" He listed as he guided me into the bathroom, starting a bath and lying out my hospital clothes.
"Alright, I'll stay calm," I giggled, laughing at his panicked state.
After helping me into the bath, he darted between the bathroom and bedroom, continuously asking me how I felt. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Like, absolutely sure? Because I can get you anything you need," He rambled.
"I need you to stop asking me if I'm alright every five seconds. I'll let you know if I'm in any pain." I sighed.
"Okay, okay, sorry." He muttered, helping me out of the bath after a bit and handing me my clothes.
(Which I may or may not have had to ask for help to put on)
~~~
Steve had called my Mom (Joyce), Stepdad (Hop), Stepsister (El), and Brothers (Jon and Will) once we were at the hospital. They rushed over, only Mom and Steve following me into the delivery room.
"It's alright sweetheart, it's almost time," my mother cooed, pressing kisses to my sweaty forehead as she smoothed my hair. "You're almost there."
As expected, I was crying in pain. Scratch that, I was wailing. Childbirth is my least favorite thing, just to be clear.
"Good job, y/n.. good job, hon." Steve was repeating this like his life depends on it, his hand in mine as I squeezed it, nearly breaking his hand.
"I was prepared for pain, not whatever the hell this is!" I screeched, letting out a final push. And then I heard it. Sure, anyone else would have covered their ears at the sound of a screaming baby, but when it's yours, it is an entirely different experience.
Steve let go of my hand, walking over to the nurse holding our son. "Can I...?" He whispered. The nurse nodded, handing him our baby.
"Good job, sweetie.. you did so good." Mom sobbed as she kisses my head. She gave my hand a squeeze as Steve handed me our first baby.
"Hi, little man," I blubbered, "Hello, it's mama." Different flavors of that sentence passed between my giggles and sobs.
"We did good, huh?" Steve murmured, stroking my hair and holding our son's head.
"If you mean me by 'we', then, yes, I did do good." I teased, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Mom scooped the baby up softly, murmuring to him as me and Steve filled out our new baby's birth certificate. I looked back over once we finished, smiling at my mother and son.
"Yes, hello.... It's me, it's Grandma," she cooed.
I was really grateful for my mom and Hopper; they didn't waste one second in congratulating me and Steve. There were no lectures about how we were barely twenty, only loving support. Especially from the kids; they were all about being uncles and aunts. Steve's parents, however, were a different story.
Steve hasn't had the best relationship with his parents; his father really cared about what Steve did with his life. Which doesn't sound bad, except for the fact that that was all he cared about. Steve's mother was the same story, with a bit of 'I love you's sprinkled in between the lectures.
We had decided to keep Chris and babies-to-come out of his parents' lives. Steve wasn't comfortable with our kids being exposed to the same thing he was.
But my family's support and loved was very visible when they came in to meet baby Chris.
~~~
The boys walked in first, as the hospital only allowed two at a time (which meant Mom and Steve were kicked out). Will was carrying a bouquet of flowers for Steve and I, and Jonathan was holding his camera, jumping at the chance for pictures of his brand-new nephew.
"Hey, y/n/n," Will said. He walked over, sitting in the chair next to me. He peered at the tiny baby swaddled in puffy blankets. "And hello, baby...?"
"Christopher James Harrington." I stated proudly.
"Yeah, I'm not repeating all of that. Hi there, Chris." My younger brother cooed.
"Alright, move, my turn," Jonathan said after Will had got a chance to hold Chris. "Can I take a picture of you?" he asked.
You hadn't expected anything less from your twin brother. "One picture," you sighed. "Only one."
He smiled, snapping a picture of the two of you. "Now it's my turn to hold him... Hi there, Christopher.." he cooed, then looked back up to me. "He is the spitting image of Steve. The hair and everything."
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna have my hands full."
After the boys left me, El and Hopper walked in. El, never having held or been exposed to a baby, was extremely nervous. She let Hop go first, and he gladly accepted the offer.
"Let me get my hands on this monster," he uttered softly. It seems a bit harsh for a newborn, but I didn't expect any mushy baby-talk from him. "Hey there, Chris, It's Grandpa. I.." Jim went on talking to Chris as I motion El to come stand on my other side.
"Don't be nervous, El. You're gonna be just fine," I spoke. "I'll be right here and Jim's gonna help you hold her."
She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I won't.. hurt him?"
"You would never." I promised.
With that, she walked over and sat in the chair. Hop helped her hold Christopher, and soon she was giggling at his little cries and squeaks.
After that, Steve came in to help us to the car. However, I refused to drive home, afraid the carseat wasn't in properly. Hopper checked it three times, but every time I looked at it and shook my head.
So, yes. I did, in fact, walk home with my newborn and boyfriend, the rest of my family following in the two cars that were brought.
~~~
I jumped, hearing a clamor and lots of various "LET US IN!"s at my front door. It was just two days after me and Chris came home from the hospital, and Steve had told the Teens to wait a few days until unleashing their chaos on our new baby. I laughed, making a "be quiet" signal as I opened the door to the Teens.
"Oh, don't tell me he's asleep!" Dustin complained.
"No, but you can't shout around a newborn regardless." I laughed.
They filed in and sat around the living room as I headed upstairs. "Guess who's here," I cooed to my son.
"I don't have to guess, I can hear them from up here," Steve said, walking in to hug me from behind.
"Hate to break it to you, but I wasn't talking to you, love. But, you do get to change him!" I said, handing the baby to Steve.
Steve sighed, sniffing his son. "Wow- that smells horrible. He's only drinking milk?" he coughed, beginning to change your baby.
"I'll be waiting with them," I laughed.
~~~
After changing him, Steve brought Chris down, handing him to Dustin first.
"I swear to you, Henderson, if you drop my kid you'll never be seen again," he warned, gently placing Chris in Dustin's arms.
The Teens crowded around him, all cooing and laughing at his every movement and sound. El and Will sat back with you, and Steve was behind the couch.
"Are you really going to let Mike hold him?" Will asked doubtfully.
"Yes," I said, seeing Mike glare over at Will. Then leaning into my little brother's ear, "sit next to him when he does." Which earned a laugh from the pair.
After they all had gotten a chance to hold Christopher, Max had called dibs on holding her the rest of the time, save little breaks when El would hold her. Steve and Dustin cooked dinner under the supervision of Lucas. Not that he was any more equipped, but if Steve and Dustin got into an argument, he was there to make sure nothing was set on fire.
And that's how things were. I loved the Teens, and not just because they were free babysitters. I knew that I was never going to have to worry about my babies, they were going to be very well cared for.
~~~
A few years later, Steve is Chief of Police. Yes, he's graduated from ILEA. I got a job at Hawkins' Law Firm, even if I was only their receptionist, and graduated college. It was now 1990, and me and Steve have two kids with another on the way. Christopher was now three years old, and a carbon copy of his father. We have a one and a half year old girl, Jessica. She was, and is, also a carbon copy of Steve, much to my annoyance that none of our babies take after me. Our next baby is also a girl, and I was about seven months along. We're naming her Emily.
Oh, and I almost forgot. Me and Steve tied the knot. After I gave birth to Jessica, he proposed to me. Not right after obviously, but about a month.
"So, what's the occasion?" I giggled, me and Steve sitting under a tree at Lovers' Lake.
"The occasion," Steve mocked my words, "is that I love you and our little family."
"That was the occasion when Jessica spit up on your back at breakfast today," I smiled. "so what's the real occasion?"
Steve sighed, pulling out a ring from his jean pocket. "The occasion," he murmured, "is our engagement..?" he ended it as a question.
"Steve, are you for real?" My voice trembled, on the verge of tears. It's crazy how even when I'm not pregnant my emotions can change in a matter of minutes.
He nodded. "Uhm, duh," He kissed my neck. "So?" Steve was never patient.
"Yes! Of course!" I sobbed- or laughed- well, both. "Gimme," I sniffled, looking at the simple silver band, lined with tiny diamonds. "Steve, it's beautiful."
"Yeah, I knew you'd like it."
~~~
"Mama," a small voice whispered, crawling on top of me, tiny knees and elbows crashing into my face. "Mama, it's time to go now."
I sighed, opening my eyes to a pair of identical y/e/c ones. "You're right, baby."
Steve walked in, tackling our youngest. "C'mon, nugget, let's go eat breakfast while Mama gets dressed."
I stretched, smiling. "You made breakfast?"
"I did," He smiled. "Everyone's up, except you. So let's go, chop chop."
"Alright, alright. I'll be down soon."
Steve and I have two boys and four girls. Not quite what we had planned, but we have no complaints. As I said before, things don't always go according to plan.
So here's our not-so-little family tree: Christopher James Harrington, born 1987. Jessica Brittany Harrington, born 1989. Emily Joyce Harrington, born 1991. The twins, Eddie Brian and Tiffany Michelle Harrington, born 1993. And lastly, Rachel Alison Harrington, born 1996.
~~~
"Have I told you what a great husband you are?" I murmured, hugging Steve from behind.
"Mm, not yet, I don't think so," he teased, passing down pancakes with the help of Chris.
"Well, you are." I smiled, scattering kisses on my husband's neck (much to our kids' disgust).
"I figured."
I sat down with my family, finishing up breakfast. After that, we all piled into our Winnebago, off on our long talked about Harrington Summer Road Trip.
~~~
So there we are. A whole brood, army, cult, whatever you'd like to call it, of Harringtons. There were some bumps along the way, like the time Steve dropped Eddie when he was two months old. Or the time I forgot Christopher at the grocery store when he was eight. But let's talk about high points: I started taking weekends and Wednesdays off to take care of the kids, and Steve came home earlier and left later for work. We got a dog, a golden retriever named Scooter. Robin comes over to babysit, along with Dustin and El. Sometimes Will tags along on our family trips, dragging Jonathan along. Jess got accepted onto the cheer team, and Tiffany is the head of the mathletes. Ed is a track star, and Rachel is an off-balanced ballerina. Chris is a basketball star, just like his dad. And Emily joined the AV club, ironically enough.
I guess that's it. Our Brood of Harringtons™. And boy, are we happy.
~~~
a/n: i'm sorry that gave me Cheaper By The Dozen vibes :,/ anyways requests are open for any Marvel or Stranger Things requests :)
#steve harrington#dad!steve harrington#six little nuggets#steve harrington x reader#baby fever#domestic fluff#soft steve#stranger things
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(Beauty and the beast au steddie)
(snippety as I intended in the first place — I don't know what happened with other ones)
No.9 — Talks (between doors)
"Hey, Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"So where do you get the vegetables from?"
"What?"
"I mean, you used to only get me, uh, meat for the meals but you started getting me carrots and tomatoes recently. Is there like a wild plot nearby? If it's close I think I can go there myself. Save you the trouble, you know?"
"..."
"Steve?"
"...There's a communal garden just outside Loch Nora."
"A communal garden."
"...Yeah."
"Oh."
"Look, I panicked, okay? Nancy and Dustin told me you'd be needing vegetables too but I couldn't find them in the woods! And the garden was just nearby!"
"No, wait, Stevie, I'm not condemning you or anything. I should be thanking you. You are getting them for me. And I think that's a bit punk, actually."
"I don't even know what that means."
"You know, maybe this counts as anti-consumerism and... Wait, did you say, outside Loch Nora?"
***
"Dustin, I thought you said you guys couldn't leave?"
"We can't."
"So how does Steve go out into town?"
"Oh, yeah. Steve's an exception. He can leave. I thought you knew about this, Eddie. He's been bringing you food."
"To be honest I just thought he found them nearby, within the boundary of this place. Didn't know he had to go around a lot."
"Well, the boundary is very small. If it were big enough, we'd be going out often. I don't think I'd even give a shit about shitty storms, man. So, if we wanted something from outside this place, Steve would have to be the one to go out."
"Come to think about it, I don't think I've seen him get out. Wait, when does he go out? How come I've never seen him?"
***
"So that performance was, that was very metal."
"Huh, you really do know a lot about music."
"And have so many opinions about it, too."
"Well, thank you for the compliment, Steve, and thank you for your insight, Robin. Of course I have opinions about it. I've been playing for a long time now. Music is like a second language to me, one of my band members once said." (they didn't)
"Do you have any other real languages you speak? Other than music? You know, I can speak Spanish, French, and Italian well enough and I've been wanting to learn more, but it's kind of hard to do it here. So, do you?"
"...Yeah, of course. Uh, Quenya?"
"Quenya? Whoa, I've never heard of it. Where is it spoken in?"
"Uhh... Middle-earth?"
"Middle-earth?"
"Yup, yeah, that's right."
"Middle-earth. Wait, that's-. That's the one from Dustin's books."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
***
"Alright- Jesus, Munson, you can do this. It's simple. Just go and ask. Simple."
knock knock
"Hey, Stevie? You in there?"
"Yeah, what is it, Eddie?"
"So, I was writing down some stuff — you know, for the dnd session I'm planning for the kids? Anyways, my pen kind of broke down in the midst of it. I was wondering if I could borrow yours?"
"Uh, yeah? Sure."
"Cool! So, can I come—"
"You'll find some in the study on the first floor."
"...Oh."
"...Umm, you okay there?"
"Yeah yeah, thanks! I'll be down at the study if you need me, Steve!"
***
"Did you know that your dad's the most boring man to exist?!"
"My dad? What?"
"There's nothing in the study, Steve. Nothing."
"There's... a wall full of books there?"
"Yes, but nothing important's there! Where are the literatures? Science fiction? Or even philosophy? Who in their right mind wants to read books about managing time?"
"Uh... Is that a bad thing?"
"Honestly, the Encyclopedia was the most interesting there. And that says something. But- oh yeah, thanks for the pen, Stevie."
"Yeah, no problem."
***
"That Dragons and Daggers thing you told me about,"
"Dungeons and Dragons, man. Dungeons and Dragons."
"Yeah right, so what's that about?"
"Well, it's like a board game, actually. But definitely more complicated and more intense. It's a challenge for those who play, navigating through worlds of fantasy— and, uh, you play as a character and roll dice to make your moves. It's totally fun."
"It does sound fun. So you're gonna help the kids 'navigate through the world of fantasy'?"
"Yup! That'll be me, I'm the DM. Dungeon Master. I'd be narrating and making the kids face obstacles."
"Cool."
"...You know, you could come and watch if you want. The kids would love it. I could even make an NPC based on you."
"...Yeah, no. Maybe later, I guess. But thanks for the offer, Eddie."
#stranger things#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#dustin henderson#robin buckley#beauty and the beast au#eddie is curious
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No matter how stupid or futile this is, I have to do it, I have to write everything down. Maybe it will help me remember, although I have to say forgetting sounds pretty amazing right now. Still, I need to make sense of things, but at least clear my head.
Who am I kidding. This is not for me. It's for you and I so, so hope you will be able to read it. That you'll understand what I went through and why it had to end this way.
Right. Let's do it before this paper disappears along with this fucking day.
It's March 1986 and out of all the fucked up things that have happened in my life, this one takes the cake. Two murders with a curse, power of mind, whatever. People fall asleep standing, start floating, die with a crunch and there's no sign of it stopping, so that's fun. And by fun I mean really fucking horrible. It seems I'm writing the word "fuck" a lot. It helps a bit.
Nancy said, I mean, will say later today...that the guy, Vecna, Henry Creel, One, who honestly cares, plans to do some really messed up shit with Hawkins. And yeah, which villain doesn't have plans like that, but this one means it. Like, really means it. I saw it happen again and again and for some fucked up reason, some higher power chose me to fix this. Just adorable.
Why it chose me, I have no fucking clue. Anyone else would have been a better choice - Dustin and that huge brain of his would figure out not only what to do, but also why it's happening. He'd make sure Vecna would bite the dust during the second, third loop. Maybe it would be a week, but he'd get it eventually. Robin would run around like a headless chicken, but she'd start piecing things together. Nancy? She'd grab a gun or twenty and make sure everyone lives to see another day. Me? I can't get anything right.
I tried telling the others, but honestly, where do you start? You all die horrible and gory deaths. I've seen you choked, broken, torn apart, bleeding out, bones crushed to pieces, all that and more. I keep trying to fix things, but you don't listen to me and at this point, I don't even want to tell anyone because you look at me in that sad, pitying way, as if I was stupid - and shit, maybe I am, okay, not much going on under this fabulous hair, but the last time I tried telling you, you forced me to sit it out and nothing changed, except I just had to wait, listen to your screaming on the walkie. That has been the worst loop so far.
And what's even worse is how much I know about all of you now. I never thought the end of the world would take this long, but I've spent days changing things, piece by piece, but it still ends in bloodshed. But I keep the pieces of you all I've collected along the way and they make the stakes so much higher, so much more cruel. I used to think I know all of you but now I feel like I have some extra puzzle pieces that were thrown in the box and I need to keep them a secret. Day by day I keep learning about everyone...and about myself.
You hate yourself so much and I don't understand it. You do the best you can with the hand you're given and I admire it so much, even if I saw you in a completely different light only a few days ago. But ever since we met in that boathouse, you intrigue me. What you do for the kids, for Dustin...you need to survive this. You need to live because I can't imagine a world without you.
I'm going to try something different today. I used to charge with you, storm the Creel house, but this time I will have to stay behind. Maybe it's just a matter of time, maybe you just need a few more minutes, seconds...but I can't stand to see you die again.
If by any chance this paper makes it with all of you to the next day, I just want to say it was an honor to meet you. I'm so glad I could learn so much about you, understand you, learn to love you for who you are. Maybe it's a matter of a simple exchange and I'm willing to try, because to me you're worth it. I wonder if we could have been friends, maybe something more, if we were only given more time.
Hm. Can't believe I wrote that. Sorry, didn't mean to make this awkward, but marching towards certain death makes you brave.
Please take care of everyone, Steve. And yourself too. Especially yourself.
Love Yours Thank you for everything.
Eddie
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie drabble#stranger things time loop#so what if what we got is actually the final time loop?#what if Eddie chose this one because it left most of the gang alive?#also nope Steve never saw the letter#he left it at the trailer#and then the gate thing happened so#yeah
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finally back home from my family's and ready to put last year to rest with the
2023 fic writing roundup
Total 2023 Word Count: 95,451 published words, but 116,360 words written for the year
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Total 2022 Word Count: 36,969 published words, but 132,549 words logged for the year
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links and titles to 2023 works
[cw's nancy drew] couldn't help noticing the gold mines glistening in your skin (3,966 words) - a birthday gift for bethany! what if nancy and ace hooked up pre-canon?
[never have i ever] one more last try (4,323 words) - for the girlies* who were/are incensed that the nhie writers had the audacity to make bad benvi sex canon and then UNINTERESTING. *it's me, i'm girlies
[cw's nancy drew] first contact (849 words) - nancy and ace texting can be poetry if you hold my hand and just believe!
[never have i ever] answering machines & how your voice says it’s gonna get back to me someday (3,163 words) - devi and ben's relationship through their first year at university as told by the voicemails they leave each other
[never have i ever] a lie away from getting you into the mood (77,482 words) - i mean. how could i possibly sum this one up? d/b FWB, sure, but also so much more than that. bitty spark 'verse pt 2.
[never have i ever] to nestle deep into the safe-keeping (3,440 words) - in a now time-honored tradition, i wrote rose some smut for her birthday! d/b being soft and in love their first year of university.
[cw's nancy drew] it’ll hurt like a mother when your foot comes out (2,228 words) - drew crew hike to commemorate a real life hike! fun!
Favorite Fic: 'gold mines' is a strong contender, but. you know it's 'lie away'. how could it be anything else? i spent a year and a half writing it and i finished the fuck out of it despite the tornado that stirred up my personal life this year. i don't know that i've ever been prouder of a fic. almost certainly not.
Hardest Fic: also 'a lie away'. the amount of material that i wrote and then scrapped because it wasn't right was A Lot.
Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2024? haven't done a prompt game in a while! think it might be time to pull out that song lyric one, i've been gifted some exceptional music that way.
that said, though, when i do have all day to sit down and write, i've found myself more interested in chipping away at something longer-form. then again, it's been a while since i exercised the prompt-filling muscle in my writer brain, and i don't want that muscle to lose definition entirely. we'll see, i suppose.
What was the best thing about 2023? I FUCKING FINISHED 'A LIE AWAY' I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT
What was the worst thing about 2022? woof. i sure did split from my partner of a decade. which has actually been incredibly good for me, but living through it was a bit fucky, as you can imagine.
which makes this a great time to nod at 'answering machines' for being perfect creative fun and getting me out of my head during the worst of the breakup. looking at the title alone can make my brain stutter, though, it's a time capsule from such a tumultuous period in my life. probably doesn't help that i used a song from my unofficial breakup album to title the fic. i love you, 'answering machines'. i cannot fathom rereading you at this time.
Any last thoughts for 2023? i am content. the year was good to me, all things considered.
Goals for 2024
fuck around with devi the vampire slayer
original fiction???
fall head over heels for another show
continue writing devi/ben even if the audience for it dissipates entirely
#fic roundup#fanfic#i didn't meet the word count goal i'd set for myself#but i honestly don't care#you know what i did do?#FINISHED 'A LIE AWAY'#fuckyeahfuckyeahfuckyeahfuckyeahfuckyeah
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Oh my god I love ur Steve is seven au sm! I've seen various aus where Steve is seven before, but your take on it is so interesting and his powers are so funky! I'd love to be added to any kind of tag list u have for this au 👀👀
I've got you added! Super happy to add whoever else wants, just mention it in the reblog tags or shoot me a DM or anything. I'm also going to write another bit here, because I need inspiration to write more for this series (I have the entirety of the ending for the first long fic written, but the beginning and middle are avoiding me)
After the disaster at the cabin, Steve runs.
He doesn't grab his jacket. He doesn't take his car. He just bolts. The woods are terrifying, and his wrist is burning, but he can't stop. If he stops, they might catch him.
Whoever they are. Steve has no reason to be this scared of Hopper, or Nancy, or even Eleven. They wouldn't hurt him. He shouldn't be scared.
But he is scared. Steve's fucking terrified.
Bits and pieces of the last twenty minutes keep shooting through his mind, along with flashes of memories that come and go faster than he can process them. Flashes of memories that sound like bees buzzing in his ears and make his head ache. Memories that he shouldn't have. Memories-
Not memories. Dreams. Nightmares. Just bad dreams.
Nightmares. That was all. Steve was entitled to a few, wasn't he? After meeting real life monsters, who wouldn't have bad dreams?
Never mind that these nightmares had been happening long before Steve learned about the Upside Down. He doesn't need to think about that. He can't think about that.
He just needs to run.
By the time Steve reaches the road, he doesn't have an ounce of stamina left. He falls to his hands and knees on the edge of the gravel, sucking in burning oxygen and coughing harshly. The last time he was this winded was when he was a freshman doing sprints.
Or maybe it was the last time he ran through these woods with someone chasing him.
No. I never ran through the woods. That's not real. None of it is real. It's a bad dream. Nothing real. Just a bad dream. I don't remember. I don't remember. It's just a bad dream. Just wake up. It's not real. It's not real. It's a bad dream.
Except, this time it isn't. It's not a bad dream, because Steve is here, and he's not waking up, no matter how hard he tries.
This is real, and he needs to hide.
Steve doesn't even bother to go towards his house. If they're chasing him, then they would go there. Even if they aren't, the monsters were at his house too. Barb died there. Barb's still dead in his pool, in some other dimension.
No, he needs somewhere safe to go, and his mind can only think of one place. Both people currently there probably hate his guts, but it's as safe as he can get right now. So, Steve forces himself back to his feet, and runs right past his house and down the street.
The light on the porch isn't on, and the windows are dark, but the car is in the drive, and Steve can hear the sound of a laugh track on the TV from inside, so he rings the bell, and rings it again when no one gets up.
The door is yanked open, and Steve stumbles back, blinking harshly from the sudden light shining in his face.
"Somebody better be fucking dying, Harrington," Tommy bites out, giving his former best friend a death glare.
Steve doesn't have a chance to say a word before his whole body goes numb. His legs give out, and he falls into Tommy's arms. Steve just catches him yelling at Carol for help, then everything is blissfully, blankly, black.
Taglist: @simpforsauron @thosemessyvibes @beenovel @silverysnake @blueskiesandstarrynights
#st#stranger things#stranger things 1#st 1#Steve harrington#Tommy hagan#Steve has powers au#Steve is seven#stranger things au#stranger things headcanon#stranger things ficlet#post st1#Steve is seven au
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im gonna be honest your posts kind of changed my mind on r*nance (and j*ncy also, but that was a long time ago lol). i think nancy is an interesting character, but the writers don't get Why she's interesting and so they just write extremely bland feminism plotlines and never address any of her actual flaws. are they going to do Anything with the fact that fred's death mirrors barb's death, except instead of nancy being to preoccupied with steve, this time she was too preoccupied with solving the mystery, the new Thing that has been fully driving her for seasons, which she started doing to avenge barb's death? like. how is it that the very thing that she did For barb resulted in her kind of friend dying in an extremely similar way, and the show just. does not mention it again. but i digress.
nancy's ableism towards robin and her classism towards jonathan are played off as either a joke, or just completely disregarded (where jonathan has to apologize to nancy for not understanding sexism, while nancy doesn't ever have to apologize for the oliver twist comment). like it is realistic that nancy would hold classist and ableist beliefs, she is a well off white woman who did not grow up neurodivergent (i would argue she probably has ptsd, which is an acquired neurodivergence, but she still doesn't have the absolutely alienating experiences that robin probably does. and while i may on occasion believe in lesbian nancy, i'm sure she's canonically straight, so she doesn't have that layer of isolation that robin does either).
like why have we experienced 5 nancy feminism stories, and never any "nancy, despite canonically being liberal according to decor in her room, actually prescribes to a lot of more harmful conservative views and has to confront them". okay i kind of went on a nancy rant and not a r*nance rant, back to my original point.
i think that, conceptually, r*nance could've been pulled off in a way i enjoyed. there are ways they could've started with tension (overprotective best friend robin who is wary of nancy for breaking steve's heart and already thinks she's a priss, vs nancy who is acting like she doesn't care that robin doesn't like her but actually Does care a little bit because she does on some level want to be liked) but i just. did not like what we got. and like you've said, nancy only starts to like robin when she's useful! they could've had a connection without that! nancy could've apologized! instead we got nancy wheeler ableism moments.
side note that my ideal robin nancy dynamic is so similar to my ideal argyle steve dynamic. argyle is already so fond of the byers-hopper kids and jonathan. scratch jonathan being weird about steve, in my mind they should be cool by now. instead, have argyle be suspicious of steve at first from hearing a couple things about him from jonathan. obviously that wouldn't last long they would all get high together and get along. the duffers could've saved stonathan And built up jargyle if they just had my mind.
posting this for the anon who just asked me to say something controversial <3 you make so many points re: nancy's classism and ableism. and ur RIGHT so many people including the writers just miss all the aspects of nancy's character that actually make her interesting and instead just give her guns all the time to make her #girlboss
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this is so self indulgent but. thinking about a steddie newsies au.
steve whose father owns the World but who forced him to work at a tiny paper "until he's ready to live up to the family name." steve's pretty sure that's never going to happen. but maybe he's starting not to mind that so much, not having his father breathing down his neck, pursuing tiny stories he's passionate about with his new friends nancy and robin. steve who realizes that he's never had to fight for anything in his life and decides that he's going to now, that he's going to decide what's right for himself.
eddie munson, leader of the newsies who's constantly told he should have made something of himself by now but who just doesn't feel made for the world, for this city that chews people up and spits them out before they get a chance to even try. who dreams of running away but also could never leave the kids who look up to him without someone to protect them. who sees the perfectly coiffed steve harrington and can't help but flirt, who is incredulous to find that steve actually likes him back. who secretly writes songs on his guitar tucked away on rooftops and pretends it doesn't matter, because if it mattered then it would hurt when it inevitably never came to anything.
like? everything in santa fe about the escapism of dreaming and being scared that the urge to run away makes you a coward or not good enough? eddie vibes
also there's just a lot of cute jack/katherine moments that i think would also be cute steddie moments—
steve being distinctly Not Impressed by his first meeting with eddie except he also spends his first draft getting distracted thinking about how "handsome" and "heroically charismatic" the leader of the strike is.
eddie saying "i got no use for moonlight / or sappy poetry" and immediately proceeding to fall head over heels for steve
"you're not scared of my father." "no but i am pretty scared of you." "! don't be!"
the bit where their first kiss happens after they threaten to punch each other asdfghkl
idk! i think it's fun! also i've decided that max is spot conlon because that seems correct to me
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie au#i have no idea if there's any overlap in these fandoms but#i was absolutely obsessed with newsies for a very long time and i love it dearly
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♡ + masculinity
Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon / ACCEPTING / @kinklelegacy
Much like every aspect of Eddie's life, he does it his own way, and masculinity is no exception. Obviously, he does not buy into the typical type of masculinity like the jocks etc. He hates playing and watching sports and playing the tough guy, and despite fandom's love of projecting Eddie, the mechanic, onto the world. I don't think he cares about cars that much, personally. His van is about getting him from A to B, his band to gigs, and to drug deals when necessary. I think he knows a decent amount about cars----but it's not a passion for him.
I suppose you COULD say there is considered femininity to Eddie by Hawkin's and 'normal' standards, but that comes with contexts!! Eddie, at least my version of him, paints his nails, wears eyeliner and dons a few piercings, which is considered in the 80s and sadly still now, though not as much, very much a woman's thing. But Eddie is a metalhead, and that's pretty typical attire for metalheads; the Duffers are just pussy bitches. BUT the aesthetic of POPULAR metalhead style, appearance and culture largely began with the band Judas Priest, of whom the lead singer is gay gay gay. Of course, no one knew that at the time! But Rob Halford, the singer of JP. Created that particular look after witnessing it in gay bars and gay BDSM clubs etc, and it boomed within the metal scene. The metal scene was unknowingly influenced by gay culture for a long time, much to Rob's amusement. And if you know anything about the metal scene of the 80s and beyond, it's not particularly queer or feminine friendly, the opposite. So, that aspect of Eddie would not be seen as feminine in his own circle. But outside of it? Hell yeah. It would be seen as weird and girly. But Eddie has always grinned and bore his differences to the 'normal' guys of Hawkins, much to his own personal detriment. Because he'd rather be himself and face the unkind consequences than pretend to be someone he isn't. So, whether wearing make-up and jewellery is seen as feminine or not. Eddie doesn't really care, you know? He wears it because he wants to. If someone were to ask him why he's dressed like 'a girl' he'd be likely to shrug and say it's metal; it's just part of the culture. Get with it. I don't think it will get him until some years later maybe he just likes doing it outside of being a metalhead too.
Appearances aside, there's then the personality aspect. Eddie is a solid metalhead, no doubt. But he obviously doesn't prescribe to the typical personality of one. Yeah, he's got that working-class anger. But what working class person doesn't have that? But he certainly doesn't come off as an angry meathead. He's obviously the opposite of the typical metalhead stereotype. He's sweet and kind and looks after people. He's a soft lad. And that would have gone against a lot of what masculinity was considered to be at that time. America is still experiencing the aftermath of the Vietnam war, and they've got Reagen in power. Toxic masculinity is everywhere. To Eddie, being a metalhead is largely about living your truth, living your way, and doing everything how you want it. It's hardcore to live like that in a world that actively opposes it.
Do I think Eddie could have turned out to be a toxic meathead? ABSOLUTELY. The mould for it is right there with his abusive parents and a father who forced him into crime from a young age. It would have been extremely easy for Eddie to have been someone else. And I think his saving grace is obviously uncle Wayne. I think Wayne saved Eddie from turning out like his brother (I hc Eddie's dad is Wayne's brother). We see Eddie being particularly polite and chivalrous towards Nancy and Chrissy. And you can say he simply got that from reading too much fantasy fiction about knights etc. But, I choose to believe this is something that Wayne taught him because Wayne is about the only decent fella in the Munson family, and he wanted Eddie to grow up treating women much better than his brother did his wife before she killed herself. And, well, Wayne is a bit of an old-fashioned fella too, holds doors open for ladies, offers to escort them to their cars when it's dark, and do 'tough' manual labour for them. And he's poured all of that into Eddie too. So, depending on what kind of woman you are. Eddie would make a really great boyfriend and husband.
Furthermore, I came to another conclusion that Eddie has learned a lot about gender and femininity/masculinity from reading non-conformist literature, academic and fictional. In small-town Indiana, I think reading is more or less the only way he could have found certain things out aside from visiting bars etc, in bigger cities. He would have read feminist and queer literature that would take him further from the hegemony of 80s America. Until he's pretty much at a point of not caring about many labels. Women can dress, act and do whatever they want, just like a dude can. He actively supports that and champions female friends and girlfriends. So, while Eddie does take a chivalrous attitude with women. It’s just to be a decent person. As for gender and sexuality, that's something he's had to experience for himself, and it's not been great in small-town Indiana (not until Steve.) But given all he would have learned from teaching himself and hearing other stories, Eddie is very comfortable with his sexuality and his gender as a man in general and as a man who has sex with other men. Being fucked by another dude is nothing to do with masculinity. He thinks it's pretty metal to get fucked in the ass tbqh. And he's more than aware of how terrifying it is to be anything different in a place like Hawkin's, but he does it all the same because it's his one life, and his parents ruined enough of it already. No one else is going to tell him how to exist.
So, in a long-winded and roundabout way. What I've wanted to get at is that Eddie isn't a typical dude of his time and dominant culture. He's one of the people that the dominant hegemony actively fears because he causes disruptions to their way of ruling; heterosexual reproduction and the expansion of capitalism linked to heterosexual reproduction. That's why people in Hawkin's are scared of him. The government actively pushes controlled normalcy, and Eddie ain't it. He's the freak. He's not a man; he's something else. A something else that needs to disappear from American society and not be encouraged further. But he's refused to be quiet and be what people want him to be. It's honestly pretty gnarly that he's managed to make this of himself in a place like Hawkins during the 80s. No doubt that other people in rl managed it too, but he's a great shining example.
#𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 : 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 🎸#kinklelegacy#sry this is a long#but it's a hot topic
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i know in the past you've made "fix-it" scenario posts where you write out how you would've wanted a certain story to go (like the star wars sequel trilogy) and they are always so brilliant and fun and so much better than anything boring men in the writer's room came up with. in your ideal world, how could stranger things s4 plot have gone if/how chrissy survived? (i'm looking at this through my grubby lil hellcheer glasses) (pls don't feel obligated to answer! only if you have time ofc.)
very cool question!
(stranger things s4 spoilers ahead)
this got long, so i'm putting it under a cut.
so when i've written fixit things in the past, it's usually pretty easy because the writing is so sloppy and the character motivations are flat and uninteresting. so really all i do is tidy the story up and give the characters a touch more nuance.
the problem with stranger things is that it's working in the total opposite direction. it's too tidy. in fact after i got this ask i thought about it for a good half an hour and every single time i moved or changed a piece of plot, it had major repercussions for the rest of the plot. the s4 plot was woven so well that at the end i was like, there's no way i'd ever be able to write something as tightly woven as this. i lack the skill for it definitely but i also lack the interest. big plotty plots with many characters reacting to outright, unquestionable evil is just not my aesthetic wheelhouse.
which is all to say, there's nothing to really fix, exactly. i think eddie and chrissy are a huge missed opportunity, but i don't think chrissy dying is bad writing. (eddie's death was some of the weakest writing in the whole show imo [because he could have lived, like the plot did not force him to die, it just decided to, and i think there's a big difference], but the duffer brothers keep writing themselves into a corner where they make these phenomenal one-shot characters and can't keep them because there are already too many characters.)
so i think what we'd have to do is go back to season 3 and have billy live so he can stick around for the repercussions of his actions to be addressed in season 4. i really liked billy conceptually (and dear god dacre montgomery is hot) but ofc they made him a racist and so i just couldn't give a fuck about him. let's say they didn't do that and billy is still fucking awful but redeemable. (also while we're rewriting season 3, let's also say he boned mike's mom.)
billy is alive for season 4, and so max's plot would involve billy somehow so she doesn't get cursed. possibly redemption arc? we just need max out of the cursed ptsd kid fodder lineup. (by the way, that is my least favorite trope of all time. curse/monster attacks kids with ptsd only. like i watch stories like that and i'm like, yeah that'd be me. i'd be dead.)
we now have a totally unnecessary E plot in addition to plots A through D. but we're not bound by the physical constraint of production, so it's fine. i don't know what exactly would go in E plot except billy, max, and lucas feeling their feelings. which honestly i would be okay with.
that frees up max's story in plot B to go to chrissy. so she's not as far along in her vecna symptoms as the others yet but still having enough trouble to reach out to eddie for some weed. (this is where things get tough because there are so many tiny threads to consider.) but let's just say nancy's friend, vecna victim #2 becomes vecna victim #1, and his death happens near/around/in eddie's trailer somehow, so that chrissy is implicated in the murder and they both have to go on the run.
jason's plot would then turn into finding chrissy, who is missing and presumed dead because he believes eddie is a murderer on a rampage, etc. so instead of avenging her death, he's just trying to find her. all of this to say, i need chrissy and eddie trapped in a boathouse together with nothing to do but talk and fall in love. and this fits aesthetically with the "opposites attract in states of extreme danger" trope that littered 80s action movies.
so chrissy is with eddie the whole time. they escape on the water together running from jason, because by this point chrissy has sided with eddie and knows that if she gives herself up, jason will harm/kill eddie for kidnapping her or whatever.
the guy, jason's friend, is vecna victim #2 and opens the gate to the upside down. now chrissy's plot is tied firmly into plot B and everything happens basically the same except chrissy is in the upside down with the rest of the big kids and we would get some gratuitous protective eddie. which i think would also lower the pressure on steve/nancy which, i mean, i love a good love triangle and i enjoyed that tension but it feels a little hamfisted to me.
meanwhile, in our newly forged plot E, billy has started to exhibit vecna symptoms. and we know he is Doomed, because there would be a scene where he hangs out with max and has a good time and maybe even smiles. but! we don't know how far along he is in comparison to chrissy, so we aren't sure who is next.
imagine: chrissy in the upside down, her cheerleading uniform all torn up and dirty. she has no idea how to fight but she is doing her best. she's lost that cute little sweater she has. eddie gives her his jacket.
here's where i a little bit lose track of things, but roughly what would happen is that plots B and E would merge so that the big kids + dustin and lucas could try to help billy, which would fail and billy would die. (listen i hate redeemed characters dying as much as anyone else, but this is about hellcheer so sacrifices must be made.)
that leaves chrissy and eddie to take over the final scenes that max and lucas have, and eddie can still get his big damn hero moment by fighting jason, which makes more sense than lucas fighting him anyway. there is no random bat protection setup, because that's stupid. i know we sacrifice eddie's guitar solo but let's say there's a scene in episode 1 where we get to see him play at the hideout or something to make up for it.
imagine: instead of max listening to kate bush (sorry kate bush), chrissy's song that helps her get away from vecna is eddie's demo tape or something. so she's just constantly listening to eddie's music because it makes her feel safe and eddie has to pretend he's not dying about it.
imagine also: earlier in the season we have a very tender moment between chrissy and eddie, and because she is a Sad Girl that's what becomes her happy memory when she's trying to get away from vecna, forcing her to realize that even through all this nonsense that this time with eddie has made her happier than anything else ever has. she is determined to live through this so they can be together.
eddie fights jason. chrissy's in vecnaland. plots A and B merge and eleven is fighting vecna. unfortunately this part gets really wobbly because eleven and chrissy have no connection to one another. let's just ignore that because we're not even really addressing plot A here.
let's say this is either the final season or we don't know if there will be a season 5, and therefore things have to wrap up rather than escalate, which means when vecna goes to give the final blow, eleven does her thing a little earlier, preventing chrissy from having all her bones broken and dying for a minute to open the gate. let's say also that vecna is dead and not tease that he's coming back next season, so that the resolution is firmer.
chrissy falls from where she's levitating a few feet off the ground. eddie has knocked out jason or something and he goes to chrissy, holds her, there's crying, there's some cheesy line that joseph quinn somehow fucking nails about how they could have had something real.
and then! chrissy wakes up! she says something romantic and vulnerable. eddie spouts a cheesy one-liner callback to something said earlier to lighten the tension. joseph quinn also nails this because he understands the assignment. they kiss! plots A through E resolve in some way i am not going to bother thinking about.
hellcheer resolution: chrissy is in the hospital. eddie is playing an acoustic guitar. chrissy brings up the tough question: what's he doing after graduation? eddie, who still can't believe he's dating chrissy cunningham: basically nothing. maybe go on tour eventually. maybe record an album. chrissy admits she doesn't really have any plans. no decisions are made, but in the silence they both kind of realize nothing is stopping them from being together. eddie brings up jason. chrissy says her relationship with him is no longer an issue. everyone comes to visit chrissy, because they're all friends now.
tiny epilogue: chrissy and eddie (and the other big kids) at graduation. cute 80s montage set to rock music of all of them getting their diplomas. we see chrissy and eddie making out because they are now That Couple and everyone is already exhausted about it. happily ever after! the end.
bonus epilogue that provides the music for the credits, which are rolling on the right side of the screen: chrissy goes to see eddie play at the hideout.
i know this is a mess but like i said, i am no good at balancing multiple plotlines. or any plotlines, really. and i know i forgot a bunch of stuff because honestly i was playing a game on my phone while watching season 4. i'm not even going to reread this because i'll want to add to it, so. this is the best i can do.
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