#monster steve month or something idk
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okay i originally wrote this for the steddie microfic challenge but failed epically when i realized i was way over the word count 〒▽〒 still i really like this so i'm gonna tag @wynnyfryd and hope you enjoy it regardless! it's set around steve's senior year i'd say idk
So here's the thing.
Eddie knows he's not supposed to be at the pool after-hours for like, security or whatever but -
But sometimes you drop one of your lucky guitar picks while watching swim practice (respectfully of course) and only realize it halfway through your Hellfire session, which means after-hours sneaking in it is.
And he expected to have to double back and bring Frank along to pick the lock but the doors aren't even locked.
Is this a good idea, Eddie thinks, to wander unsuspectingly into an unlocked sports facility frequented by assholes who would probably half-drown someone if they thought it'd be funny?
No.
But Eddie's always been down for bad ideas.
He sneaks his way in, barely makes a sound, and is immediately shoved up against the wall by -
"Munson?"
Steve Harrington.
"What -" Eddie chokes, Harrington's arm making for a heavy pressure on his neck that is definitely cutting off his air supply. "Dude -"
Harrington blinks at him, any sliver of that predatory gaze melting away, before letting go and stepping back. "Oh, sorry. You okay?"
Bent over, hands on his knees, Eddie tries to catch his breath and stare up at Harrington as incredulously as he can at the same time.
"Sorry, stupid question, right." Harrington rubs the back of his neck with a wince and Eddie - realizes he's shirtless. And wet.
"Are you - are you seriously swimming right now?" He coughs out, straining to keep his eyes up above that jawline. "In the middle of winter?"
The guy just shrugs.
What the hell.
"Also," Eddie stands up straight, crossing his arms with a squint, doing his best to hide the shivers racking up his spine. Harrington's eyes catch on something behind him. "What the fuck was that, man? Your first instinct at getting caught under the bleachers is to fucking jump people?"
No response from the King, who apparently finds Eddie's hair more interesting than a damn conversation, considering how fucking unfocused his eyes are. Probably just wants to get back to whoever he's sucking face with, the dick.
"Whatever, man, just let me find my shit and I'll get out of -"
"Here," Harrington says, swiftly taking Eddie's hand, leaving him zero time to react, and pressing his guitar pick into his palm?! He pushes Eddie’s fingers to curl over the pick, patting the fist gently. "Try to stay out of here after school, Munson. Shit gets dangerous."
"Wha - how - what the fuck?" Eddie snatches his hand back. He stares.
The pool water reflects across Harrington's face, a blue glow that makes him look...otherworldly. Ethereal, even. Brown locks of hair turned damp, stuck to his skin, framing his face and curling around his eyes that look too dark for the evening light, barely distinct from the dilated pupils they hold. Water drips down his nose, fingers, chest, audibly splashing onto the wet pool floor, echoing out into the empty space.
"What..." Eddie hesitates, looking back up at those deep, void-like eyes. "What are you doing here, Harrington?"
The guy smiles, tilting his head at Eddie, eyes half-lidded. "Go home, Munson."
He steps closer to Eddie, leaning in, flooding the air with an acrid smell, some combination of chlorine and smoke. He stares at Eddie, giving a small nod and smiles again.
There's no light reflecting off his eyes, Eddie realizes before he steps back, keeps stepping until his back hits the exit door.
Harrington waves a hand, fingers bending up and down one by one. "Try to stay out of the dark."
The door shuts in Eddie's face and he runs.
#sailor✧writes#steddie#au content#writing#drabble#man i was so excited i was like hell yeah i wrote something good in under 600 words and then i looked at the prompt again and went Ah.#i still had fun writing steve like this though like Other!Steve is just gold tier to me#thinking about doing more drabbles like this honestly#monster steve month or something idk#spooky steve stuff
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STEVE HARRINGTON MUST DIE
Its been a year since someone spread a rumour to you school that you've sucked off half the football team in one night. one year of catcalls, one year of graffitied lockers and bullying, so when you find out his majesty king Steve is behind the rumour its time to take drastic action against him.
King!Steve x reader
chapter one:
SLUT is written haphazardly across your locker, the sharpie is smeared unevenly and you spit into a tissue hopping it takes even a little bit of the black ink off, your going to kill who ever keeps doing this, your promise you will, well maybe not kill, maybe throw a milkshake over them or paint on their car.
It's the fourth time this month and you grimace as the janitor moves you out the way taking a jar of rubbing alcohol to remove the lovely compliment across your locker, at least it wasn't the sherbet candy like last time, poured in through the crack of the door with spray with perfume, all over your fucking shoes, they stuck the the ground for a week.
Eddie leans across the locker next to you and smiles. “ they spelt it right this time” you smile remembering the backwards ‘s’ and extra ‘e’
“Idk i kinda like slute , felt french, come on freak were going to be late for art”
“Okay wench”
That's what you liked about Eddie, his light heartedness towards the shit you got from the cool preppy kids, it didn't matter if they insulted him or you for that matter, words were just words at the end of the day. But anything more and you'd both throw a punch for each other.
You sit next to each other at the back of class and paint. Eddies drawing some kind of monster with a head and jaws unhinged a Demogorgan? You don't bother to learn the name, apart from the fact he is totally obsessed with Dungeons and Dragons. You usually gossip or talk about music, mainly the music for your band. “Satanic panic” formed after the christian hate of all things nerdy.
Watched the exorcist movie? Liked a Metallica song? Took out a Stephen King novel from the library? Or do you carry a crystal around in your bag? Well bad news kids you're a satanist you've been possessed by the devil ! Come join the local gay hating church where we rid you of sins and put you in pressed yellow shirts and blue slacks, your sins will all be but forgotten!
“Are you coming to steves tonight?” Eddie grins, he shades in the mouth area as you collage words from the newspaper on to the cast of Baywatch.
“Yeah of course! I love watching the popular kids get drunk and embarrass themselves” you look over to Tommy and Carol sitting at the table next to you, there with other kids you don't remember the names of carbon copies of whatever stars have been making the rounds on MTV.
‘Ricks got the shit stuff in again but I'm gonna say it's skunk, you know ?”
"Good idea, saving the good shit for us huh?”
He laughs at you, and you gaze at the popular table, carols missing and then something splashes over the table and your hair is all wet , it drips off your face and stains your work and the table a dark red, you look up at her and she winces.
“Oh I'm so sorry” she pouts and then laughter fills the room. Eddie looks at you with concern, gripping at your arm to stop you from throwing a punch, you wipe your hair and grasp at her shoulder “it's okay i get it its a mistake” you smile and take your hand away leaving a red stain on her white cashmere jumper.
‘Oh im so sorry” you fake wince as if you didn't mean too and then you stand. You tower over her by two inches in your boots smiling as you walk away.
You roll your eyes in the corridor, going to your locker to grab an extra shirt.
You blindly pull yourself into the bathroom and witness the mess your left with, dark paint water stains your face like blood, your hair is a sopping mess and the shirt you have on its covered in lumps of paint, you shed the shirt leaving it on the floor before rinsing your hair and face under the sink, then your grab some tissue and rub at your forehead where the acrylic has started to dry. The door swings open and foot steps approach you.
“You're in the boys bathroom”
You turn your head under the sink to look at whoever has approached, it's the almighty, King Steve . Your eyes widen and you glance over the urinals in the mirror.
“Fuck” you squeeze the water out of your hair and rinse your hands quickly. Grabbing your shirt off the floor, you turn to exit. Steve grabs your arm and stops you.
“You're not wearing a shirt,” he grins and you look down at your chest, lacy black bralette covering you.
You look into his eyes as you shove the clean shirt on. He takes a piece of tissue and wipes the red from around your eyes.
“your pretty when you're not being mean”
You snatch the tissue out of his hand and throw it in the bin as you swing the door open.
“Asswipe”
“Slut!” he shouts at you, as you flick the middle finger towards him.
“He's kinda an asshole” Eddie sips his beer, hand wet with condensation, the paper label is already peeling.
“Who, Billy?” you gaze at the glorified Calvin Klein model of a high-schooler, his button up is undone and the crowd of girls are screaming as he does another body shot off sweaty tanned skin. He winks as he catches your gaze, licking his lips and gesturing you over your face shrivels up in disgust , shaking your head a very clear no.
“No, Steve” he mutters.
And then you glance at Steve. He leans over another senior high-schooler, glancing down into her eyes and you can tell that her legs are just about to wobble in anticipation. Her hair falls into her face and he pushes it behind her ear, calculated. She swoons and blushes hiding her face in her hands and then he pulls them away and says something. Whatever that is, it's enough because she's grasping at his striped shirt. Steve notices that he's being stared at and he meets your eyes, his hand waves and you scoff into your beer, eyes squinting.
You tuck your now clean hair behind your ear, “He's a slut yeah, he's not as bad as the others.” Your head cocks to the side as you ponder. You're standing in Steve's house, against the white wall, eddies made about 200 hundred dollars in the past hour from selling coke and weed to the local crowd, he doesn't tell you this but he always sneaks a twenty into your pocket before you leave.
“He broke Jonathan's camera like last year.”
“Okay but in his defence! I heard from Julie who heard from Carol that he was taking photos of that sophomore Nancy getting undressed, hiding in a bush”
“He's a bully, he plays around with girls hearts and he only invites us because i sell drugs”
“Okay so he's an asshole, but he's only ever called me a few names” you shrug sipping you beer as you look over to Eddie, his mohawk has nearly grown out from his punk stage and now he rocks a greasy mullet, his curls tucked behind his ears, you're happy you convinced him to not dye his hair pink, telling him he would get half as many girls as he already did, putting him into the negatives.
Eddie’s head looks down, his hand bushing back the tiny curls around his forehead.“Oh fuck-okay! Please don't kill me” he put his hands up in defence.
“Spit it out Munson”
“He's the one that started to the rumour that you sucked off half the football team last year”
You clench your teeth, squinting at Eddie before hitting the upside of his head.
“What the fuck Eddie you didnt think to tell me ? I was blaming Heather the whole time, I'm gonna go over there” your back parts the wall quickly in a fit of rage before Eddie's hand grabs your arm back and you meet the wall again.
“Don't fight him,Jesus!”
You clench your fists.
“Eddie, people still call me a slut, you know what happened today and I was told if I get one more mark on my locker I have to pay to get it painted over.”
Eddie sighs, staring at you as his eyebrows raise. "starting a fight with Steves not even gonna work, he wouldn't hit you, you're a girl”
“But you could” you smile “He's put me through hell for a year, all because of a stupid rumour.”
“If i hit the guy i lose business, look don't do anything drastic, please”
You smile at Eddie, it's mischievous, the smile takes up your whole face, your eyes are alert and you laugh to yourself.
“For fucks sake, Go on” he asks intrigued, eyes rolling.
“Okay, you make a bet with Steve"
“What bet?”
“Something like, i won't date him or say i love you, and then he gains a guilty conscious and tells me it's all a bet because he really likes me, and i tell him oh i knew the whole time, and hes like devastated bcs i was in on it and i don't like him”
“All because he told the school you're a cocksucker, what if he tells you I made a bet?”
You look at him in the eye and nod “for all the girls he's ever treated like shit Eddie, like really teach him a lesson, make that asshole think he can't do whatever he wants, you said it yourself, he's an asshole, besides he's not gonna tell me if there's something he can get out of it, Men like games”
“That's horrid and insane.” he smiles.
“What can I say, I'm a feminist”
Eddie sighs, and then laughs, “okay”
“Really? Oh my god, okay, I'm gonna go out for a joint, act really drunk tell him i hate him and then make the bet , and hit on the girl so she leaves or whatever”
Eddie slaps his face, shaking his hair and then chugs down the beer, he smiles and you watch him head over, you give Steve a dirty look, turn and head outside passing Billy's half naked body pouring shots.
There's a slight chill in the air, it's not warm enough for people to get in the pool this time of year so you watch couples hunching together on lawn chairs with blankets wrapped around each other. You glance over your shoulder, seeing Eddie point at you through the glass doors and then you catch Steve's eye, you play it coy. Lighting your joint and looking him up and down. You face the pool again. Wrapping your bomber jacket around yourself as the wind hits your face.
“Brought you a blanket.” you feel something get wrapped around your shoulders and you hide your smile. Looking up at Steve, he's just about six feet.
“Thanks” you say nodding. Inhaling your joint and blowing the smoke out directly on his face.
His eyes gaze up and down at yours and he leans against the wooden railing of the decking.
“Parties huh.” he sighs looking off into the distance one hand smoothing his hair back.
There's a pause “Oh! You don't like them?” you ponder, eyebrows raising. You hear the beat of the Bangles behind you, and a smashing of glass.
“Not really, but you know, gotta make appearances.” he shrugs.
“This is your house, Steve, you invited everyone” you laugh.
He looks at you, head cocking to the side and then he grabs your hand, his thumb rubbing softly against your palm. “yeah” he bites his bottom lip. And you blink through your lashes at him.
He takes your joint from your hand, breathing it in and then he just walks away. And you're utterly confused, you look at Eddie through the glass door who puts his hands up questioning and you shake your head confused eyebrows furrowed and robbed of half a joint, blanket hanging off your shoulder.
What the fuck.
“So I told him, you like to hate his guts” Eddie grunts, hand against the wheel of his beat up van, he inhales his cigarette and throws it out the window with ease “and he laughed like actually laughed and then said, No one hates me, this will be easy and I was like oh yeah wanna make a bet? and then he was like her?! Easiest three five of my life!" and then he left.”
“Wow, Dick oh I can't wait to ruin his little life. Rich cunt” you smile as Eddie pulls into the trailer park, parking at his trailer. He looks at you, sprawled across the car seat, your legs pulled up on the chair to avoid getting beer and fast food all over your white shoes.
“Well, what did he say?”he asks.
‘Oh shit! yeah, urm he said he has to make appearances at parties” you bunny ear at the sentence, laughing “and then i was like Steve this is your house, and he grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes for like a minute, stole my joint and just walked off ? I’m so confused” You push your hair back out your face, snatching your bag up from the seat. “can i stay over tonight i way too high to drive home” you ask.
‘You know you don't have to ask, just be quiet, Wayne's sleeping.” he pats your thigh.
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Icarian (allow the ground to find its brutal way to me)
Fandom: Stranger Things
Summary: Steve is running through the forest. He can feel his hunter closing in.
A/N: Thiiiiiis is some sort of attempt at writing something... Halloweeny? Spooky? Suspenseful? Idk. I was thinking I would try to write some Halloween esque fics throughout the month, but we'll see if I'll write more than this heh. Hope you like it!
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Steve was doing his best to not trip over tree roots that had infested the ground of the forest. Seriously, he couldn’t remember it ever being this bad. Only when he was running, which he currently was, when the roots were death traps more than nuisances. Of course that was when they decided to appear. Just his luck.
Heart in his throat, Steve jumped over a fallen tree branch, wondering if the forest was out to get him as much as his hunter was. It was strange that it was just during moments of complete panic that his mind managed to produce coherent thoughts in between all his absolutely jumbled ones. It was nearly funny, hearing the logical ones amidst the screaming and cursing, because that was all that he managed to really think as he ran through the semi-darkness. That and the occasional hunch that told him in what direction to run in, as if that would help. As if he wouldn’t get completely obliterated before managing to get out of this godforsaken forest.
Yet all the time spent among these trees, dates and mischief and the occasional need to just get away, led his feet in what he knew was the most suitable direction. Even though his mind and body were freaking out entirely, one part of him was doing its utmost to get him through this with as few scratches as possible. He could hear his hunter closing in and took a left, going deeper into the forest toward thicker trees, hoping to lose him enough that the noise and movement of the bushes wouldn’t matter. That his panicked gasps for air wouldn’t be audible.
He wasn’t sure how the hell he’d ended up here anyway. A day as any other, foggy and muggy, not at all the fall weather they were used to. Maybe the fog was what had resulted in this chase, was what had given Steve time to flee in the first place and get this far without being caught. But the fog was also making him uncertain, feeling as if he would trip over stones at any turn. Slowing him down, or so he assumed. His form wasn’t what it had been in high school, but he’d run away from enough monsters to know what adrenaline could do.
The mugginess was making his shirt cling to his chest, a piece of hair stuck to his forehead. “It’ll be fine,” Dusting had said, shoving a tree branch out of the way and letting it go before Steve had been able to get past it.
“You’re an asshole,” he’d replied, just narrowing missed having his fucking face whipped. “This will end badly, I’m telling you.”
“Since when were you a pu-”
“Shit, fuck!” The memory was interrupted by his ankle slamming into something and he fell headfirst toward the ground, finding himself lucky to land on something soft. He could imagine how easily he would come out of this with a stick through his eyeball, blood everywhere, excruciating pain turning him into nothing but wailing. But all he got was a scrape over his wrist where he tried and failed to catch himself against mossy bark. He lay there, for a moment, allowing himself to whimper through his heavy breathing once before falling silent. Listening. Knowing damn well no one could’ve missed that fall. Or?
The forest was quiet, sans the occasional rattling of leaves high above, and Steve tried to press his body as flatly against the forest floor as he could. All he could smell were leaves and dirt, all he could feel was the thudding of his ankle and the hammering of his heart.
“You’re not scared, are you?” That voice, only heard in his head, was inevitably Dustin’s, although the tone was different. The tone was playful in a way Dustin never was. Not accusing enough to be Robin’s, although she would probably have told him to stop being a wimp, too. Although he had Eddie’s voice entirely memorized he was grateful it wasn’t his, even though the words so obviously were. Steve’s heart was already frantic enough from the chase.
This was ridiculous. He was never speaking to Dustin again once he got out of here.
The sound of a twig breaking was what made him scramble to his feet again, realizing that if he was to be stagnant he couldn’t do it there, on semi-open ground, and so he started lugging his body through the trees again, his ankle protesting slightly but otherwise seeming uninjured. The fog seemed to have cleared up slightly, or maybe he had simply gotten used to it. It felt as if he’d been running for hours, but he knew it had barely been ten minutes. He couldn’t even have gotten very far. Was running in circles for all he knew.
“It will be fun,” Dustin had said, dumping his bag on the ground as the group gathered around him. “A trial of endurance. Of speed. Of survival skills.”
“Now you’re overdoing it,” Lucas had said and Steve had been glad someone else was voicing their disapproval. But Eddie had seemed excited, and so Steve hadn’t protested again. He was kind of regretting it now.
“You nervous?” Eddie had asked him quietly, breath against Steve’s cheek. Steve had shaken his head, had acted tough about it. But of course he’d been nervous, and now he regretted not being honest. It made him feel pathetic, tripping through the forest, hunted for fucking sport. How he’d survived literal monsters in the past he couldn’t explain.
He stopped in his tracks just before falling over a fallen tree, cursing under his breath as he tried to climb over it quickly. Too many obstacles in too little time. He felt as if his hunter was breathing down his neck now, and he turned around only to prove to himself that it wasn’t the case, and ended up with a hand around his arm dragging him back over the stem.
He screamed in surprise, then in slight terror, and then, finally, in panic as fingers dug into his abdomen, making his whole body twitch against Eddie’s. When Steve got a glimpse of him through his ticklish laughter, he saw that he was just as flushed as him.
“Fifteen minutes,” Eddie said, stilling his fingers and leaning down to press his lips to Steve’s temple. “You might survive.”
“I’ve survived before,” Steve said, feeling grumpy. “That’s why I don’t get this exercise.”
“Eh, it’s good to hone your skills.”
“And entertain the kids.”
“That too.” Eddie curled his fingers over his belly again and Steve tried to shove him away, but the way they’d landed had Eddie hovering over him and it made it harder to get away. “But now you’re at the mercy of the tickle monster.”
“You’re so annoying.” It might’ve sounded serious had Steve not been giggling, exhausted, ticklish, glad this stupid experience was over. “Not there-”
“Oh here?”
“Eddie.”
Eddie laughed, but left his belly alone. Unfortunately it only meant he moved upward, to the sides of his ribs, making Steve squirm into the earth beneath him, feet kicking, profanities flying. But it was all nearly - nearly - worth it when Eddie kissed him, the two of them entangled for as long as they felt they could get away with it.
“Did you fall before?” Eddie asked once he’d helped him up, brushing leaves off of him. “I thought I saw your tumble out of sight.”
Steve sighed. “I did. It fuckin’ hurt.” Not that much, but he felt he needed some sort of sympathy after being dragged into this. “I thought you’d catch up.”
“I got confused and stopped, but heard you once you got up again.”
Steve hummed. He felt as if Eddie had paused on purpose to let him catch his breath, but didn’t call him out on it. “You be the prey next time. See how you like it.”
“Sweetheart.” A hand around Steve’s waist. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to be chased by you.”
#tickling#ticklish!steve harrington#steddie#stranger things fic#steddie fic#stranger things#tickle fic#but like.... barely#n writes#Icarian (allow the ground to find its brutal way to me)
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WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER.
steve harrington.
[a lot of words idk you can count them, friends in love, sad steve, cows and yellow sweaters]
inspired by when we are together by the 1975, squint and you’ll see the ‘the only time i feel i might get better is when we are together’ line (listen to the song as u listen pls ily u wont regret it)
Steve Harrington had struggled with a myriad of things throughout the course of his life - from simple things like minor arguments with his friends and parents to more extreme like quite literally battling otherworldly monsters. He had been through it all, he had practically raised himself, and nothing ever seemed to get better.
The boy lived in a constant state of survival mode, nothing was ever easy enough in his life that he could relax for more than ten minutes at a time. Even sleeping, the only time he was guaranteed to relax slightly and take a deep breath, became more and more difficult as Steve grew older.
Nothing shocked him anymore; no amount of demodogs, evil old men trying to figure out who he worked for, or blood and gore even phased the boy. He had accepted that this was his life.
More often than not, he would return home with a bruised eye or his knuckles cut into pieces so he was pretty much used to anything that was thrown his way.
You watched it all from afar, not knowing Steve well enough to figure why he was always injured in some way or if you were even in a position to question him on it.
During your junior year and his senior year, you started a new job at Hawkins’ local diner with the intention of beginning your savings for the future. As expected, the pay wasn’t the best but you were never too bothered by it because it was merely a part time, weekend job.
However, the tips certainly made up for it from your usual and favourite customers. Especially, the tips that Steve Harrington left for you.
It was never something you questioned - you were never really in a place to - so after a few months of this same routine, every Sunday evening once it hit 5pm, because Steve was sure to waltz in some time soon, you put his same order through to the chefs: some chicken sandwich and a lemonade, without fail.
When he first started appearing, you never spoke to him more so than just merely taking his order and moving on. But, as time moved on, small talk turned into conversations that were just below surface level. Of course, you knew Steve from school, everyone knew him, but he never knew you.
And, god, he beat himself up for it everyday.
He recognised you, probably just from passing periods and lunch, but he didn’t know your name. Not until his Sunday nights went from more than you taking his order to you sitting down with him as he ate.
Neither of you were quite sure how it happened or why it happened, but you both liked it. Whether you could only sit for ten minutes or the whole hour, the conversation just seemed to flow despite the two of you never speaking outside of the diner.
Yet, you still didn’t know why Steve kept up such a routine. However, you could only be kept in the dark for so long, the question always on the tip of your tongue whenever you sat down with him. It only took so long until the question was inevitably asked.
“My parents aren’t home a ton… or, like, at all,” Steve shrugged his shoulders, like this was the most normal thing in the world - which it was, to him - and spoke through a mouthful of food. “I can’t cook much, ramen and cereal most of the time, so I’m sorta guaranteed a good meal here.”
It was more than just his parents never really being home, he knew that, but he didn’t want to unload all of his life struggles onto you. His parents were always at a conference or on a business trip somewhere - maybe even a vacation they just didn’t want to take Steve on - so they would leave a couple hundred bills by the front door and a kiss to his cheek before they were off for god knew how long.
Just because Steve was used to it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt; he hated spending his birthday alone, he hated spending the holidays alone, and he hated watching his so called act like this was normal just because they could use his empty house for a party whenever they felt like it.
His life was lonely; even more so now because of his break up with Nancy and how that had led to losing any friends his own age. Of course, he loved Dustin and all of his friends, but sometimes he just wanted someone, his age, to talk to about his life.
Not that you knew, but your chats with Steve at the diner were the best part of the boy’s week. The two of you could speak about the most meaningless crap but he would still make the effort to sit on your side of the diner, just to make sure you would be the one to serve him.
Your heart ached at the boy’s confession for it was something you never would’ve guessed. He was Steve Harrington; King of Hawkins High; the boy who had it all. But that was clearly some stereotype that flooded through high school, holding absolutely zero truth.
“I could name a handful more restaurants with better food.” You laughed it off because whilst the diner paid you, you wouldn’t exactly wish to eat there every week.
“Yeah, but do those restaurants have pretty girls that are willing to sit with me for the night?” A smile played on his lips, his eyes filled with nothing but flirt for you. “‘Cause I don’t think they do.”
You thought this was just Steve being who he was, a usual flirt, but as you got to know him you soon realised that wasn’t entirely the case. Around the same time the boy started visiting the diner was the time he had broke up with Nancy and fallen out with most - if not all of his friends.
He just wanted someone to keep him company, and who were you to say no to Steve Harrington?
So, spending Sunday evenings together developed into sitting together at lunch to Saturday movie nights with him to late night progressing into early morning phone calls. Your friendship developed far quicker than you ever anticipated; Steve was just easy to talk to.
He listened and was always there for you, just as you were always there for him, he was far smarter than you were, and never failed to lighten your mood or make you laugh.The list went on and on, each reason further solidifying your unexpected friendship.
You grew so close that once Steve got a job in Scoops Ahoy, meaning you would be spending less time together, you applied to the book store across from him in Starcourt. Luckily enough, you landed the job, the pay was better than the last, and at least this time you would actually enjoy what you were doing for work.
During your breaks, you would stride over to Scoops to take advantage of Steve’s free ice cream privileges- and maybe just so you could spend any extra time you could with the boy. You slipped around the counter, saying hey to Robin as you passed, and pulling up a chair right beside Steve’s in the break room.
Over the months you had known each other, your hormones had spurred as your friendship developed; touches started lingering just that little longer, seats were always pushed too close together so you could feel the heat from him, and Steve’s clothes seemed to push their way into your wardrobe more than your own. 
“How’s work been, pretty girl?” Already, Steve had a little tub of your favourite ice cream waiting for you on the table in front of him. A strange wave of deja vu seemed to wash over you as it felt like you had been here before.
“Slow,” You shrugged your shoulders without much to report back on considering you had had maybe five customers that day and it was already nearing three in the afternoon. “Seems like nobody reads anymore.”
“The amount you read makes up for the rest of Hawkins.” Steve used his plastic spoon to take some of your ice cream, speaking with this mouth full.
“Yeah, but it’d still be nice to have some customers that weren’t old women or my english teacher.” From where you worked, you could see across the mall into Scoops and the never ending line of girls that seemed to pile in to flirt with Steve whilst you had to sit back and watch.
“No, you don’t,” He shook his head to disagree with you. “This place is full with people from high school, talking about their colleges and real futures, and I just gotta pretend I’m fine with the fact my life is falling apart.”
This seemed to be how your conversations went as of recently, always taking a self deprecating turn on Steve’s part. But he always played it off with a laugh, his words and actions entirely contradicting each other.
“Steve, stop that,” You quickly scolded him for the negative words that left his lips because you hated when he spoke badly of himself for he was so much more than what his job was. “You aren’t your job, and look on the bright side, at least you get to talk to people your age at your job.”
“What? You want to talk to hot guys at your job, is that it?” Steve had his fair share of girls coming into Scoops, twirling their hair and leaning just that bit too close over the counter, but he never led them on any further than just a smile and a wink. “I thought you coming over here with me was enough, didn’t know you were looking for anyone else.” And, as always, the infamous Steve Harrington smirk played on his lips as he spoke.
You weren’t sure when your friendship developed into whatever it was; him flirting with you or you flirting with him, it didn’t really matter. You were both older now - Steve recently eighteen and you just about to turn eighteen - a anyone could see that Steve Harrington was a pretty boy but you would argue that no one appreciated him like you did as you grew up.
More often than not, he would lay on the end of your bed, exasperated, as he complained about yet another failed date. You could never quite understand why he had so many unsuccessful attempts but it seemed to be a running theme with him.
It was a flirty comment, hands wandering along your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap- nothing but a bit of fun, that was all you thought of it. Waking up in the same bed wasn’t the same as it used to be, limbs intertwined and bodies pressed too close together.
Everything had just progressed so quickly in the space of a year. Your friendship always walking on the thin tissue, both of you wondering when you would plunge through into something more.
Because surely it had to mean something more to Steve? Just as it did to you? There was no way the constant touching, the way he smiled at you and pushed your stray hairs behind your ear, his eyes lingering those extra seconds whenever you wore those shorts that sat high on your thighs- there was no way that all meant nothing.
“Steve! Your turn!” Robin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, her running into the break room even more so as you stared down at your half melted ice cream. “There’s, like, an entire school of children and I’m not dealing with giving each of them free samples.” She slumped down in Steve’s chair as soon as he reluctantly stood up.
“I’ll see you later, yeah? Want to come ‘round mine?” He spoke as he walked out of the room, his hand skirting over your shoulders only encouraging you to follow him and you happily obliged.
“Can we just go straight after work? I don’t wanna go home just to go to yours.” You stood to the side of the counter, taking in the supposed ‘school’ of children that Robin had ran away from- there were five children with their parents.
“Yeah ‘course, whatever you want,” Steve nodded his head but tried to take everyone’s orders as quickly as he could, waving them all goodbye within a few minutes. “I’ll come get you when my shift’s over.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before you could head back to the bookstore, and you could quite literally feel the smile on his lips.
The hours until the end of yours and Steve’s shifts passed by excruciatingly slow, waiting until you both could close and just go home. But, eventually, the time did come when Steve sauntered over, scoops hat ripped off of his head, and spinning his car keys around his fingertips.
“You ready to go, sweetheart?” He stood just outside of the store, the shutters halfway down as you ran out with a bundle of books in your arms and tried to avoid getting stuck under the shutters. “God, I think your bookshelf is gonna collapse one of these days.”
“I know, I think I need to get another one.” You knew Steve was just joking but you were being entirely serious with him.
You’d barely taken five steps away from the store before Steve was slipping his hands under the stack of books in your arms, sliding the books into his own arms without saying anything. He asked you about each of the books in his arms, not understanding the stories the same way you probably would but he always tried to make an effort to be interested in what you liked. The back and forth conversation lasted until you reached his maroon BMW, when he placed all of your books carefully into the backseats.
“Are you tired or do you wanna get something to eat? My treat.” Steve started the car and drove out of the Starcourt mall, the warm summer air flowed through the car and it felt like a relief after you both spent the whole day in the air conditioned mall.
“No, I think I just want to go home,” You shook your head, wanting nothing more than to pull off your uniform and grab one of Steve’s sweaters instead. “Unless you want to get something but you might want to get changed first.”
Even though it had been a few weeks of Steve working at scoops, his uniform never really got old. He didn’t seem to have any that deep of a hatred like you thought he would, but there was no denying his distaste for the hat that supposedly hid his best feature.
“Shit, yeah,” He laughed, forgetting he was even in those tight blue shorts and sailor’s shirt. “We’ll just go home, see what I can cook.”
And soon enough, you were back in Steve’s bed, wrapped up in his clothes, just the way you had wanted the night to end. He didn’t cook anything, there was no point in the boy trying - you both knew that - so you had reverted to ordering takeout instead.
You hadn’t even asked for his yellow sweater once the two of you trudged up the stairs after dinner more than Steve simply dug it out of his wardrobe for you.
“You can keep that, y’know,” Steve spoke once you stepped out of his bathroom, making your way over to the other side of his bed. “I never wear it and you like it more than me anyway.”
Of course, you were in no place to turn Steve’s offer down and from then on out, you wore that sweater probably more than you should’ve.
So, when Steve woke you up one morning with a phone call, seemingly much more awake than you were, and asked if you would run some errands with him, you grabbed your - his - sweater and were on your way. The sweater had lost the cedar, vanilla, bergamot, and Steve smell but you still wore it every chance you could.
It was a miserable day for Hawkins, the rain pelting off of Steve’s car and the clouded, dark skies made it feel like the day was never ending. Although, you weren’t sure you would be in any position to complain if the day never actually came to an end.
“I think it’s cute when all the cows lie down together, like they all just decide it’s time to nap or something.” Steve drove past a farm filled with cows on his way to the next store he needed, your attention caught as you stared out of the window.
“I think it’s actually something to do with the weather, not ‘cause they’re all tired so-” Steve decided to just bite his tongue then and there, not wishing to burst your bubble once you turned around to face him. Your cheeks pushed up to your eyes because of your smile, grinning ear to ear, and in no way was Steve going to tell you cows lay down because of the rain and not because they wanted to nap together. “Yeah, it’s cute, isn’t it?”
“So, what’s with all the errands? What’re you planning, Stevie?” You didn’t question Steve when he pulled you out of bed far too early for your liking, not when you had already been in three supermarkets, but you did once you read the ‘You are now leaving Indiana, Thank you for visiting!’ sign.
“My parents are coming back tomorrow,” He said the words like they were nothing, without following them up with anything and simply letting them simmer in the air. “I need to stock the fridge, learn to cook, deep clean the entire house and the pool, pretend I’ve got more than two friends my age, somehow get into a relationship-”
“Woah, hey, take a breather,” Steve was working himself up into a flurry, and you had seen this happen before whenever his parents visited; panicking over every little aspect about his life. “You don’t need to panic, I’ll help with whatever you need.”
“Really?” He turned to look at you with nothing but love in his eyes, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders as you nodded.
You were more than happy to help Steve for you knew just how anxious he became whenever his parents came home, even if it was just for a day or two. Your offer didn’t go under appreciated by Steve as you spent the next day trying to learn how to make a roast dinner from scratch whilst he ran around cleaning every crack and corner of his parents’ house.
“You didn’t tell me you could cook.” Steve hummed as he stood behind you in his kitchen, his chin near enough resting on your shoulder and his lips so close to your skin that you could feel his breath on your neck.
“I can’t, I’m following a recipe.” You turned your head barely by an inch and if Steve even dared to move his then your lips would press together- and you were praying to god that he couldn’t hear the heartbeat sounding through your pulse.
“Still better than anything I could do-” Steve huffed out a laugh and you felt his arms against your back, his fingertips grazing your waist but all of a sudden he jumped away.
The front door opened, the sound of suitcases being dragged inside could be heard through the house, and Steve’s mother started shouting ‘Stevie, my boy!’ once she was inside. Any sort of emotion that was on Steve’s face only a moment ago had been washed away as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him before he walked out of the kitchen to meet his parents.
“I missed you, Steve,” His mother immediately wrapped his arms around Steve causing him to drop your hand and be pulled off away by his mother. “Did you miss me?”
“Oh, yeah, loads.” Steve nodded his head with a tight lipped smile. He chose not to say anything considering he knew that if his mother missed him that much then she wouldn’t have left in the first place.
His father had skirted away somewhere upstairs after murmuring a hello to his son, leaving the three of you to stand in the threshold of the house.
“And who is this, Stevie? You have to introduce us.” His mother held out her hand for you to shake and you accepted as Steve introduced you. “You’re so pretty, dear, you could have absolutely anyone and you’re with my Steve?”
It was supposed to sound like a compliment to you but in the process she dragged her own son down and didn’t even seem to care. Neither you nor Steve seemed to care or correct her on the assumption that you were together.
“Well, we gotta run to the store and grab something for dinner but we won’t be long- tell dad I said hi.” And before his mother could even process what Steve had said, he had taken your hand again and pulled you out of his house, car key in hand.
Before you knew it, you were pushing a shopping cart through a supermarket, grabbing random groceries, really just so Steve could procrastinate going back home. You didn’t really need to speak about the brief interaction between a Steve and his parents, just seeing him instantly tense up around them was everything you needed to know.
“Am I shitty person if I just wanted them to stay away?” Steve broke the silence that you had been walking around the store in, his voice quieter than you had ever heard it before. His vulnerabilities were on a plate being shown to you and he didn’t have a care in the world. “Like, I hate when they just come back and act like everything is fine, like their money is gonna make up for everything- ‘cause I feel really fucking shitty.”
“I don’t think you’re a shitty person, Steve.” You shook your head, not letting Steve talk about himself in such a way - as you always done - especially considering what he had gone through to feel that way.
“My parents think I’m a shitty son.” He grabbed a box of sprite and placed it in the cart.
“Maybe ‘cause they’re shitty parents.” You knew they were his parents and that they probably loved him deep down - really deep down - but there was no denying how they treated their son was nothing but disgraceful.
“You’re too nice to me, sweetheart.” Steve caged his arms around you, holding onto the cart as well, your bodies pressed together as you pushed the cart through the store.
You would never say it out loud to your boy but you weren’t sure enough people were nice to him.
“Okay, and? Shoot me for it.” You turned your head to look up at him, your faces so close that you were reminiscent of how you were stood in his kitchen only hours prior.
And, no, he didn’t shoot you for it- how could he ever? But within a split seconds, his lips were pressed to yours and one of his hands cradled your face like he was scared that if he let go then you would disappear. As if you would even dare disappear from him when all you had ever wanted was for him to take the leap, to plunge through, and just kiss you already.
It had been too long of a wait but you would do it all over again to have your breath stolen with a kiss from your boy. You had spent to long pondering the ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could happens’ every time a hug lasted a beat too long or he left a kiss to your hair, but it seemed to all be for the right reasons because his kiss washed away any of the insecurities you held.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t not kiss you there.” Steve took a deep breath as he stepped back, accepting the fact he had probably destroyed a friendship, but he couldn’t even fight the smile on his face.
His smile that only grew in size when you ignored the cart full of groceries and pushed up onto your toes to hold his face and kiss him back. You weren’t sure what had randomly spurred Steve to kiss you but you wouldn’t ever complain.
“Can we just go home? I don’t even want any of these groceries.” He pulled away from you, well aware of the fact you two were stood in a very public place in your very small town.
“You want to come to my place, instead? We don’t have to go back to yours.” You weren’t quite sure what home was for you or Steve because you said it whenever you were going to each other’s houses, but it seemed to make sense.
“Yeah, please,” Steve nodded his head and intertwined your fingers, leading you out of the store and towards his car. “I think I’m just gonna pretend my parents aren’t hear until they leave for fucking Michigan or Massachusetts, wherever they’re going.”
“You can stay at mine, your clothes are all there anyway.” There was no denying your wardrobe was filled with half of Steve’s anyway, even as his yellow sweater adorned your body anyway.
The car ride back from the grocery store was better than the one going; the air wasn’t as thick and you both sat with lovesick, cheesy smiles on your face. Steve’s hand held your thigh as he drove, your head turned to look out of the window as always.
“The cows are lying down again.” You pointed to the crowd of cows all laying down together as you always found yourself rather amused by them.
“Yeah, they’re probably tired by now- it’s getting late.” Steve humoured you, simply agreeing as he looked to see all of the cows laying down together because you talking about cows in his sweater was possibly the only thing that made him feel better when everything else in his life was crappy.
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just here to say i am obsessed with The (Monster-Hunting) Shop Around the Corner and am eagerly awaiting the last chapter!! idk if you ever do lil previews, totally fine if not, but just here to beg for a little snippet in case you do!
WAUGH THANK YOU SO MUCH! I really really appreciate that! I’m sorry it’s taken longer than planned for the final chapter, work revved up in February and this month I’m focusing on my @strangerthingsreversebigbang, but THEN! UPDATE! I PROMISE! But thank you so so so much for enjoying it so far.
So such patience and kindness of course can only be rewarded with a snippet ahahaha!
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Steve’s ringing up a sweet mom (looking for something for her 10-year-old daughter: B*Witched was an easy sell, hiding it from Ned was not) when Eddie Munson breezes through the door. Raising what looks like two paper coffee cups in greeting, one in each hand, and grinning at Steve.
After a moment of surprise, Steve gives him a one second nod, and focuses on wrapping up the sale. Out of the corner of his eye, he tracks Eddie carefully setting the cups down and moving around the shop. “Let me know how she likes it,” Steve says to the mother as she hands her the bag and her receipt, tearing his eyes away from Eddie. With a nod and a smile, she’s out the door, and Steve rests his arms on the counter, regarding Eddie.
He’s lucky it’s just Steve in here right now; he’s apparently forgotten that this time of year your average Chicagoan usually is wrapped up in several layers, a winter coat being the most essential one of them. But Eddie seems comfortable as a September day in his charcoal gray sweater and black jeans, even pushes up the sleeves a little to expose tattooed forearms as he dives into a crate of classic metal LPs.
“Hey kid,” he calls across the store, when Eddie appears to have vanished completely into some music nerd heaven, and forgotten whyever it is he showed up here. “You gonna get your greasy mitts all over every cover, or you actually gonna buy something?”
Eddie’s head shoots up, and after a moment’s confusion his face breaks open into another grin.
“Dude, were you also a frequent shopper at The Tune Factory? Because that was a perfect Mr. Wilkins impression.”
“Where do you think I got all my Wham tapes?” Steve laughs.
“Funny we never ran into each other there,” Eddie says easily, making his way back over to the counter.
“Yeah, that’s true,” Steve says slowly, thinking that it isn’t that funny at all. He doesn’t know which would have gone over worse back then: if Steve had tried to strike up a conversation with Eddie, or if Eddie had tried the same thing with him. He figures Eddie has to know this too, but. Yeah, it’s nice to pretend that it would have been otherwise, now that they’re here.
There’s something different about Eddie today. And not just the forgotten jacket, or the break from his undertaker monochrome approach. Maybe it’s just how he leans a hand on his chin easily, smiling up at Steve.
Huh. Guess it takes seeing Eddie without that thread of stress running through him, to realize it had been there this whole time.
“So what’s a guy like you doing in a dump like this?” Eddie asks. And actually bats his lashes at Steve, which is alarmingly effective given the materials the guy is working with.
“Making minimum wage,” Steve says dryly. “You’re in a good mood.”
“Well, I had my hands full with this totally needy freeloader all last week, and I finally got my place back to myself,” Eddie says easily. “So, lots to celebrate.”
“I bet,” Steve says, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“Speaking of which,” Eddie says, looking around for where he left the cups. “How are you feeling?”
“All good,” Steve admits, pointing over at the display case currently displaying Eddie’s drinks. “Not even a sniffle. And the, uh, sting already looks smaller.” That could be because the bruising around it shaped like Eddie’s mouth has finally faded, but Steve isn’t going to say that.
Eddie grabs the cups, and comes back to the counter.
“Glad to hear it. And feeling any otherworldly urges? Any cravings for blood, or likelihood of sprouting wings?”
“Oh, y’know. No more than usual.”
Eddie rewards him for that one with a laugh. “My business here is two-fold. Okay, actually–three-fold. I did really want to see how you were doing. But also, happened to be in the area, which happens to also be the area of one of the best cocoa spots in town. And also…”
Steve snorts a laugh as Eddie slides one of the cups across the countertop, pushing it along with one finger and looking at Steve with a wide-eyed smile.
“And also… someone might have been spreading rumors around town that you’re all on your lonesome this week, for a certain celebration of American consumption and excess.”
“Someone, huh?” Steve takes the cup, wrapping both palms around it and enjoying the warmth for a second. “Whoever could it be.”
“We may never know,” Eddie says solemnly. “But I figure Wayne's got a big ol couch with room for one more. And I would personally appreciate someone who can entertain him on whatever is happening with ‘The Big Game’–” Steve snorts as Eddie does the air quotes “–so I can get a turkey nap in, undisturbed.”
“So, are you doing me a favor? Or Wayne a favor?”
“Please, I am doing myself a favor,” Eddie says firmly. “I have been trying for more than twenty years to persuade Wayne that there’s no converting me to football. Being gay? After a weekend fishing trip to collect his thoughts, he took that no problem. Being bored to fucking tears by the struggles of the Colts? He’s never been able to accept it.”
Steve laughs. “Yeah, I can talk sports with your uncle for an afternoon. Give you a break.”
Eddie stands up straight, blinking in surprise before he can cover it with an awkward smile. Which is, uh, fair. Steve kind of surprised himself too. Had no intention of actually talking to Wayne and Eddie about Thanksgiving in the first place, whatever he had promised Dustin (which Dustin had probably figured, since he clearly worked it from the other angle, the little jerk). Even in the moment, once he realized what Eddie was asking, he had been mentally preparing a gentle brush off, maybe an I’ll think about it and then conveniently forgetting to say anything until, whoops, whaddaya know, it’s Black Friday.
Steve takes a sip of the cocoa to cover this inexplicably awkward moment, and sputters at the taste.
“Best cocoa in the city?” He manages.
Eddie reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out two mini bottles of whiskey.
“With a few Eddie Munson adjustments,” he says. “Perfect for a long walk home, on a cold November night.”
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WIP Wednesday - I was tagged by @eriquin and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening
I have this creepy story that's been posted as only 2 of 4 chapters for months while I was busy. It's called There's Something Wrong With Steve and it's sort of disjointed and unreliable narrator-ish because Eddie's very out of it...anyway. I'm currently finishing it. This is what I wrote on it yesterday:
One of Steve’s hands finds it’s way around Eddie’s waist and dips under the hem of his shirt, swiping a warm thumb across the skin there. Eddie shivers, tries not to think about the possibly of a monster holding him, pressing all of their hard angles together, kissing along the hinge of his jaw. That Eddie might be running his hands up a monster’s chest, letting his mouth fall open in invitation to something he should be keeping out.
But he does. He does think about it. And his heart pounds inside his ribcage and in his mind he sees fangs and wounds that never seem to heal, hands that touch him in the dark. Then he buries it, buries it beneath the hope. The hope that someone braver than he, stronger than he, will be here tonight to fight whatever it is that Steve is. That someone will save Eddie from the boy who saved him.
So yeah...that's what I'm working on. But I also need to get these others out finally so idk, send me an ask and I'll write something new in whichever one you choose, just for you!
Even Flowers Have There Dangers Series (No one is alone) - I'm working on Max's Letter (Stanger Things)
Hot for Teacher (Steddie musician/teacher thing)
Incubus Eddie (Steddie)
Let the Music Play (part three) (Steddie)
Winterhawk Parents (Clint/Bucky)
Clint Enchanted (Clint/Bucky)
I've been epically failing at all game posting and WIP posting but all of these people are amazing so no pressure tags: @fuctacles @steventhusiast @penny00dreadful @lorifragolina @vampeddie @lady-lostmind @vecnuthy
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'86 baby!!!
pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
summary: after a long few months fighting monsters and demons in Hawkins, a certain long haired metalhead finally graduates high school
warnings: fluff fluff fluff! also some swearing but mainly just fluff, reader graduated at the same time as steve and is 19 but it’s not too important to the story
a/n: just in case something happens to everyone's favorite nerdy metalhead, here’s eddie graduating high school before vol. 2 comes out bc idk about y’all but i’m terrified
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Today was a beautiful day in Hawkins, Indiana. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, there was no kid-killing D&D-esque monster terrorizing the town, and…oh yeah.
Eddie Munson was finally graduating high school.
“Eddie!!!” You yelled through his trailer, adjusting your earring one last time. “We gotta get moving, or we’re gonna be late!”
There was some clattering from the back bedroom, a few muffled thuds, then Eddie stumbled out, rubbing his eye furiously with a yawn. “Do I really need to go?”
“It’s your graduation, Eds, of course you have to go.” You chided, crossing the trailer to stand in front of him. He looked so cute standing there in his green graduation gown, pouting at you while you busied yourself with brushing the lint off his shoulders. His Hellfire shirt and patch-covered denim jacket lay underneath, two things that you couldn’t have convinced Eddie to ditch for this special occasion even if you tried. Your arms hooked around the back of his neck, fingers tangled into his dark hair as you beamed up at him. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Eh, it’s nothing big,” He mumbled, shrugging casually. “Not like saving the world from impending doom.”
You frowned, pinching the back of his neck gently. “Don’t do that. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“I’m not! I’m just—”
“Hey, zip it. You earned this, Eddie Munson.”
Eddie gazed down at you lovingly, his hands finding their place splayed across your back as his eyes then trailed down the length of your dress, drinking you in slowly. “You look beautiful, princess.”
“What, this old thing?” You giggled, tilting your head. “You know I had to look my best for my man’s big day. Didn’t seem right that you’ve only seen me in grimy battle clothes lately.”
“I thought you looked very hot in your battle clothes.”
“Yeah? You liked it when I was covered in Demobat guts and blood?” You were just teasing him now, but when he responded with an enthusiastic nod, you rolled your eyes playfully. “Alright, now you’re just kissing my ass.”
“I think you look good no matter what you’re covered in, Y/N!”
“Eddie.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“And I’m dead serious when I say that we have to go, like, now.” With a kiss pressed to his cheek, you slipped out of his grasp and towards the front door, stifling a snicker at the sounds of Eddie’s frustrated whines of ‘we were having a moment!’ from behind you.
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You couldn’t stop smiling the entire ceremony, your eyes never leaving Eddie’s wild head of hair amongst the graduating class the whole time. And when he finally made it onstage for Principal Higgins to call his name, he stayed true to his word—flipping the old man the bird, snatching his diploma, and all but sprinting off the stage—but before he did, he turned to the crowd, finding you (it wasn’t too hard honestly, you were the only one jumping up and down and cheering at the top of your lungs), and happily throwing up the rock on sign. You returned it with a kiss blown his way before someone hustled him off the stage hurriedly.
The rest of the ceremony went by in a blur, and now you were swimming through the throngs of new graduates and their families, trying your best not to get swallowed in the crowd as you looked for your new graduate.
It was proving fairly difficult, but before you could stop and regroup, you were swept into a pair of arms, letting out a surprised squeal when you were spun around a few times.
“You look a little lost, princess,” Eddie’s voice was soft in your ear, nose nudging against your neck as he squeezed you tight. You managed to twist around in his arms to return his hug. “Hi there.”
“Hi.” You beamed up at him, flicking the tassel on his cap playfully. “Graduation looks good on you, handsome.”
“Yeah?” He grinned, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. You nodded against his mouth. “You’re datin’ an educated man, baby!”
“I’m so proud of you, Eds.” You’d said these words to him probably about a thousand times in the weeks leading up to today, and you meant them every single time. With everything that he’d been through these past few months, a lot of people would’ve called it quits and given up. But not Eddie. He’d pushed through til the end.
“Have I ever told you how much you mean to me, princess?” He murmured, tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously.
“You might’ve mentioned it a few times,” You hummed sweetly, twirling a few strands of his hair around your fingers. “I wouldn’t mind hearing it again though.”
“You’re my everything, Y/N.” He breathed, pressing his forehead against yours when you tried to duck away from him sheepishly. “I mean it. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. Surviving a manhunt, fighting for our lives in the Upside Down—finally fuckin’ graduating high school. No way I was gonna get through all that crap by myself.”
“That was all you, Eddie,” You insisted, shaking your head. “I was just there to help you along the way.”
Eddie opened his mouth to respond, but decided against it, instead taking your face in his hands, rubbing his nose against yours fleetingly before slotting yours lips together. You knocked the graduation cap right off his head, fingers bunching up the fabric of his gown as you kissed him back with a content sigh, the material scratchy against your palms but not bothering you one bit. All that mattered was you and Eddie, here in this moment, together.
You could’ve stayed kissing him forever if it weren’t for a sharp whistle sounding out from behind you that made you both pull apart to see who was disturbing your bliss.
“Quit sucking face with each other, there are children present!” Dustin exclaimed, hands on his hips as he stared pointedly at the two of you wrapped in each other’s embrace. Behind him stood the rest of the Hellfire Club, along with Steve, Robin, and Nancy, all waiting to congratulate Eddie on his big accomplishment.
Originally, Eddie had said he just wanted you at his graduation, but you thought about everyone who loved him almost as much as you did, and how they’d definitely want to be there for him, and with a few phone calls, your plan had been set in motion.
“Henderson!” Eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of all his friends, bounding over to them and nearly bowling Dustin over in a hug. The younger boy just laughed, clapping Eddie on the back proudly.
You watched Eddie interacting with every single one of his friends, new and old, with the biggest of smiles on his faces, feeling your heart swell with joy and pride and everything in between.
There were so many things that you and Eddie had dreamed about doing, and now that you no longer had to worry about the fate of the world being in your hands—or even worse, another year full of late night, last minute cramming for tests—you were free to do everything you wanted and more. Together.
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It wasn't all bad
Previously steve Harrington x reader Eddie Munson x reader
Summary: 🚩S4 spoilers🚩you where able to connect to the upsidedown through Visons but after some incidents at starcourt mall it left you sightless because of this you are left babysitting
Warning: poor writing cause this is the first thing im writing in months otherwise nothing...I think.
So This was meant to be part of a bigger Steve x reader turned Eddie x readef series i was planning but idk how well it'll do so i give you this small tidbit and if it does well who know i may write the whole series
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It wasn't all bad.
You told yourself that constantly now.
You learned to live with it.
With the horrible truth that because of a gift you didn't want or ask for you where punished.
You still dreamt of that horrible moment. Trapped your own head with that thing as it took your vison.
It wasn't all bad. It was offten times beautiful.
You couldn't quite see people but instead figures and outlines of colors that made up the person in front of you. If they where close enough and you could almost make out a face.
Other times if you focused hard enough you could still go back to that black void and clearly see the scene infront of you. After Starcourt though that was to draining anymore.
It wasn't all bad.
You still had people who loved you and helped you.
You still had steve.
Though after summer he seemed to change and wanted something else but he would never tell you that. Until eventually the not telling you the truth got to be to much and you broke up with him.
It wasn't all bad.
"Why Don't you stay With Eddie this time?" Nancy suggested. "Are you serious? You want me to babysit while you guys go get to do all the fun cool stuff?"
"I wouldn't call it fun.." Robin muttered.
It wasn't all bad.
You kept repeating this to yourself over and over hoping some part of you believed it hoping it would stick. That it really wasn't. That your life wasn't constantly shattering piece after piece since that night ladt summer.
"C'mon Shes Got a point Y/n." You turned to steve in disbelief. "Steve Seriously?" Everyone went quiet, you could just barrelly make out their distored figured shifting uncomfortably infront of you. An aray of color you learned to identify as your friends.
"It would be easier to find Vecna If I came along you all know that!"
"Y/n we can't risk a repeat of last time if you try to find him. Who know wbat will happen to you this time."
"I don't have much else to lose Harrington." You snapped. "It's too dangerous!" He shot back. You bit the inside of your cheek, you knew exactly what he meant when it said it was "too dangerous"
"No..yea you guys are right...I'm just a liability I'll just get in the way of things."
"Y/n thats not what I said." You walked past him and the rest of the group back down the hill to the boat house. "You Didn't have too!"
You slammed the door shut slumping to the floor, you could hear the cars enginee start up and slowly fade out into the distance then it was all quiet for a moment.
It wasn't all bad.
"Hey...shouldn't you be out there ya know...kicking Vecnas ass.. Clearing my name?" You looked up in the direction of Eddies voice and offered him a simple smile.
The colors that made up Eddie in your mind wheren't something you where Quite used to.
Robin was a beautiful light blue, Nancy was a brilliant pink, Dustin a fun yellow, Steves was one that used to comfort you, a darker blue almost like how you remembered the night sky.
Eddies Was bright, loud, and warm. Red and orange swirling around eachother.
"The rest of the gangs got it." You said, he hummed and you watched the swirl of color move across you and slump beside you.
You could hear him drum his hands against his legs and make a popping sound with his mouth. "Soo...can I ask what happened to your...ya know...?"
You giggled slightly at his attempt to ask his question. "Remember those monster we told you about? The ones before Vecna?"
"Yea." He nodded.
"Well...I would get this like crazy vison from the monster, like I could see what the monster saw or where it was and I saw the people it hurt...eventually it caught me..."
"Shit..."
"Its not all bad though." You reassured.
"How so? I mean if it was me i would be pretty bummed. No offense!"
"I can still see somethings."
"Like what?"
"Well I can see you, kinda...I can see an outline of you and colors almost like...almost like your aura or someshit."
"Really!? What color am I?" You had both menuvered to face crisscross facing eachother to better engage in the convorsation.
He leaned forward excitedly anticipating your response. "Your kinda like...a fire..bright red and orange."
"Wicked..."
"See. Not all bad." You nudged him with your elbow."
You stayed together for hours talking about everything. You told him about your life gory details and all and he told you about his not so heroic or exciting life. You wished you could truly see him now instead of trying to match a face from freshman year of highschool.
It was now hours past the time Steve and the others had left you and you and eddie lied on the floor still talking half asleep.
"I'd like to hear your music sometime, I bet it's...metal as hell." You laughed at your poor attempt to say something cool your eyes half lided shut but you where happy to hear him laugh along.
"I'll be sure to make you a tape when this is all over." You hummed happily. He looked over at you seeing you dozing off beside him. He sat up quickly and pulled his jacket off and drapped it over you before laying back down beside you.
"Where have you been my whole life..." He muttered under his breath.
"I've always been here." You muttered back not opening your eyes. "Maybe you're the blind one Munson." He cracked a smile.
He swallowed thickly before speaking "Ya know when this whole thing is over we should-"
You sat up quickly. "Shhh shut up!" You snapped. "Ok well..."
"Eddie quiet!" Eddie finally zipped his lips you both turned to the window hearing noise from the main house. "Someones here!"
Eddie scrambled to the window to check and found Jason and his friends rummaging around outside. "Shhhit! Shit!"
"What!? Who is it!?"
"Our covers been blown!" He yelled in a hushed voice. He grabbed the walkie and began calling for back up from the others.
Radio silence. "Shit." Eddie went quiet again.
"Eddie? Eddie?"
"I've got an idea." He yanked the tarp off the boat and grabbed your arms pulling you up and helping you into the boat.
Your head began pounding and images crossed your mind. You could hear eddie paddeling and someone yelling in the distance.
You doubled over in pain holding your head.
"Y/n? Y/n? Hey..talk to me..." You felt eddie shaking your shoulder. "Keep rowing Eddie!" You yelled gripping your skull. "Shit."
"Stop saying that!"
"Freak get back here!" Jason yelled now closer than before. Images of a dark room and someone in the center of it flashed across your mind,along with images of boys swimming in the wated behind you. Everything was happening fast and all at once.
You cried out in pain before your entier surroundings changed and you stood in the dark room.
You panted heavily taking in the room. Familiar particals floated around in the air and slimy vines littered the floor. "No..no.."Eddie!? Eddie!!?..fuck..fuck...EDDIE!?" you you stopped screaming when you saw the thing in the center of the room.
You slowly stepped twoard it. The closer you got the more you made out what it was.
A human like creature, disgusting raw flesh slick and wet vines and arm attached to it suspending it in mid air.
You gulped as you stood beneath it staring up at its shut eyes. "Vecna..." As if he hear you his eyes snapped open and stared into yours. You yelped and fell backwards. Instead of hitting the floor you fell through darkness landing in water.
You coughed on impact. The previous room fading away and leaving you in a familiar dark void water covering the floor. You pushed yourself up on your elbows and above you a boy floated.
You stared in awe. "Hey!" You pushed yourself up slipping and splashing around as you did. "Hey!" You tried to reach him but as you moved twoard him you slowly sunk into the black water. You despretly tried to call to him. "Hey!! Wake up!"
But it was to late you watched the boys limbs snap in directions no human should bend, his jaw snap open in a perminate state of horror then his eyes...when they burts you let out an ear peircing scream and shut yours. Suddenly the darkness consumed your vison again and the water enveloped you. You couldn't breath or see anything you began to panic screaming and thrashing around.
Suddenly something gripped your waist. You let out another startled scream and tried to wriggle free but it tightened its grip on you and moved you through the water until you felt the cold air hit your face.
You still fought until you where dragged to shore. "Hey! hey! y/n! calm down! Clam down its me!" You finally proceeded what had pulled you from the water. Eddie cupped your face trying to ground you. You could just barrely make out the firey color of eddie infront of you.
"Eddie..." You lunged forward and hugged him. "God don't do that shit again man! I thought vecna got you!" He said gripping you tightly in his arms.
"What happened back there?" He asked.
You thought a moment, still playing back what you saw in your head as you tried to catch your breath.
Yea.
It wasn't all bad.
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what's on your s5 wishlist? the silly, goofy things!!!
oh hello!! i saw several other people on my dash get this question, so thanks for including me :D
(also, i wanted to say congrats for finishing come back to me and forgive everything!! my apologies as i have not read it yet, but i know how challenging it can be to finish a longer work like that, so congrats on accomplishing what you did and for making something you're proud of :] 💜💜💜)
so my expectations for s5 are on the floor because sherlock hurt me too much back in the early-2010s so now i live life with no expectations for tv. but!! as far as silly goofy things i would love to see:
Argyle being a chekhov's gun of plot relevance like he was in vol2 getting them into the pizza shop. idk how, but i want him to have vital info that helps them avert the apocalypse. i'm thinking maybe since he's an outsider and isn't is as mired in all the UD stuff as everyone else that maybe he has some clarity about the situation that comes with distance. like have him point out something super obvious and everybody be like "well why didn't WE think of that"
i also think some pedantic bickering among the main group is warranted. just have them argue over something so minute and so unnecessary and get lost in the details of it because it's the damn apocalypse and of course they're looking for a distraction
i have one post-s4 fic where they go to a grocery store for a supply run and Mike slips on a rotten banana,,,not to reveal my love of slapstick humor on main but like. i do think something like that happening to any of the main characters would be funny, full offense to them (fic can be found here!)
and finally, there is an alternate universe that lives in my head where stranger things is a monster-of-the-week, 22-episodes-per-season styled show that has gimmick episodes, and if i were able to manifest at least one gimmick episode for s5 (that will never happen bc of the show's format but pls let me dream), i would want them to have a bottle episode/memory loss episode like Tabula Rasa from Buffy the Vampire Slayer!! just something where all the older and younger teens are stuck in Mike's basement, something happens, and all of them wake up with no recollection of who they are and have to piece together what they can based on the information they have contained on their persons and in the environment around them. i wanna write this fic so so bad and have for MONTHS now but just haven't gotten around to it,,,but tbh i don't care if it would be a total tonal disconnect from the rest of the season. i would 100% watch an hour long break from the main plot just to watch all the main characters suffer temporary amnesia and have to figure out who they are. plus it'd be funny just to see what people come up with, like...do Steve and Nancy wake up next to each other and assume they're a couple?? with Will's drawings up in the basement, do people assume it's Will's house? what happens when they find a family photo and realize Nancy and Mike are siblings and this is their house? things like that would be so so fun!!
anyway sorry for the long rambles but thanks for including me and for stopping by!! i hope you're doing well :] 💜
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how does this soccer au work if the upside down still exists?
post s1 nancy gets back into soccer at first bc it’s a non suspicious way to get fit & fast bc there’s this horrible sinking feeling in her gut like it’s not Over which is ridiculous right? but she goes & joins the soccer team & she’s rly good & when she starts having nightmares abt barb again she takes it to the field & establishes herself as a terrifying opponent
& robin is on the team too as goalie but they hardly ever interact bc nancy isn’t here to make friends she’s here to kill in a societally acceptable manner
& then it’s summer of s3 while robin works at scoops, nancy is like “who are you” & robin is like. “Robin, I work with steve” (& DOESNT say hi we have played soccer together for literally six months) then after that nancy starts seeing robin everywhere. at the video store, at the movies with steve, on steve’s couch when she’s dropping mike off to hang out with his friends, & finally the first time on her own when she’s at the school to pick up something up & she sees robins bike chained up & goes to the band room first but it’s empty so she starts heading out & across the parking lot sees someone jogging around the field & robin slows down when she sees nancy leaning against the baseball dugout & she’s like
“you’re the goalie”
& robins like what gave it away?
& nancys like honestly? you have a weird little run
& robins like Jesus wheeler you’re mean but she’s Laughing
& then nancy is like sorry I didn’t recognise you. it’s not because of you it’s because i go into a totally different world when it comes to soccer. i wouldn’t be able to name any of the other girls if that makes it better?
& robin is like aren’t you captain this year?? Which nancy had NOT told her about so she’s like ? how did u know that? & robin starts to be like well you’re scary & our top scorer & you drive incredible plays & I might be invisible but you nancy wheeler are not n nancy is just Looking at her like she has her own personal bullshit detector n robin is like ok FINE i was eavesdropping i heard coach tell you at the end of last season n nancy just Laughs
anyway then they go into senior year & they’re playing together & also they have this secondary bond of knowing about monsters & robin catches nancy practicing her kicking which is how she kills the monsters in her head & nancy is like idk how you’re so calm after what you saw like I’ve been dealing with this for years but you just got plonked into it
& robin is like. most of what happened to me was getting tied up & drugged & puking up my guts in the mall bathroom so you should see me when i have a panic attack going to the bathroom haha but nancy goes rly soft n she’s like does that really happen? n robin is like no just joking but maybe a little. i can’t wear bracelets anymore & some nights i climb out onto my roof bc my room is too small. & mister founder’s class is hell on earth because he shouts like. all the time.
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i definitely agree that byler endgame makes the most narrative sense with all 3 character arcs (will, mike, el) and what theyve shown so far, but that's assuming the writing will be airtight in quality, bad writing could still happen (although generally the show has been very well written in terms of narrative arcs). also may be just me but noah tweeting that he ships byler makes me think it wont happen bc he wouldnt tweet it if it was a spoiler? i am def overthinking things tho lol july 1st pls come already
I completely understand where youre coming from.
tbh its a bit weird seeing noah tweet about byler, but at the same time i think this is just so more ppl notice something else than their pressumed heteronormative romances in the show- like if theyre now mentioning it more in interviews, behind the scenes, tweets, etc, its to bring attention that theres something that maybe ppl missed if they didnt look for it.
If it was baiting i feel it would cast very bad light on netflix afterwards, especially since they were losing ppl interested in their streaming service this year and want to bring more ppl back rather than to make them more upset.
Also netflix just made heartstopper, which i think is doing pretty successfully? (Im not looking on any numbers, its just the vibe of reception of the show), so if they suddenly let the cast show support in this way (and i do think its probably discussed ahead how much or what they can mention), and then pulled it back.. idk i dont think that would do well in this year of 2022 during/after pride month 🤷 but we will see i guess
And then theres the story itself - it basically begins with mike and will, and will going missing and mike and his friends searching for him.
There could be so many foreshadowing between their dnd game and the monsters from upside down, and all throughout tue seasons. Their friendship is something that holds the show together. Ofc el becoming a big part of their team.
With the writing i agree, im worried it could be a let down, but something just makes me wanna keep that hope that it could be heading towards byler endgame, and will being more relevant to the plot again, bc it all began with will, and it seems the duffer brothers at least had an overall plan for the rough story from the beginning. Which is rare in this time of mediocre m*rvel movies where noone knows where its headed.
I dont have a link from the geekedweek vid from yesterday, but thw duffer brothers talked there about how even tho they has a plan for the story, theyre not opposed to changing it depending on actors or cast and crew, and developing what feels right for characters.
Which i like to hear, bc if they listen to what someone can say if they know more about the character, (like maya with robin being a lesbian, or letting steve become good guy leading role instead of killing him off), theres a chance we could get a satisfying ending which characters like will and mike deserve, especially since theres really been all these hints from the beginning. 🤞💖
#byler#stranger things#replies#mine#this is to say i have little doubts but more hope it could be good you know?#im distracted in work again ajfndn at least its finally friday
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Monsters!
Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader
Dad!Eddie masterlist!
Guys if I have more typos than normal it’s cause I’m typing so slow with mainly my non-dominant hand(or just my left🤷)cause my other is burned and wrapped…very sorry in advanced I’m using spellcheck but I’m spelling stuff so bad rn😭
Anywho!!
Tw~ monsters under the bed, nightmares, description of monsters, Steve’s twins prank Davie…, Davie cries, idk let me know if I missed anything
Eddie was concerned, he knows that Steve’s twins have an incredibly active imagination but he did not think they’d tell Davie in great detail about monsters that lived under the bed and pulled little boys like Davie’s toes in the night.
And poor little Davie who at the time was no older than four, was terrified, of course he didn’t tell either of you because Alice told him they were lying but still…they told him to many details for it to be a lie.
So of course when he went to sleep he couldn’t help but have nightmares of a scary fuzzy monster chasing him after it emerged from the dark depths of the underside of his toddler bed.
So of course when he woke up a little sweaty with tears in his eyes he couldn’t help but wrap himself in his blanket and waddle over to your room.
He pushed the door open and as his eyes adjusted he could see Eddie rub his eyes as he looked towards the door, you were still fast asleep.
“David?” Eddie asked confused.
Davie sniffles a little, “daddy I’m scared” Eddie could hear the tears flooding his sons voice and he couldn’t help but let out a little sigh as he stood up.
It reminded him of the time some girls in school told him of the boogie man and Eddie had bothered Wayne with that for months afterwards.
Eddie had prepared for this moment, he stood up from his bed scrubbing the rest of sleep from his eyes, “alright buddy…let’s go get the monster spray, shh we don’t want to wake mama or sissy” Eddie gently lifts Davie into his arms.
He practically wipes his nose right into Eddie’s neck and while in the past Eddie would have thought that was disgusting, all he can do is feel bad for his poor boy.
He crouched down looking in the cabinet underneath the sink for the empty spray bottle.
While Davie sniffles hiding his face in his dads neck, Eddie takes the time to tape the label ‘monster spray’ on the squirt bottle filled with water.
“Alright buddy, I got some monster spray, daddy’s gonna make sure they aren’t there” Eddie begins walking to Davies room as he feels him nod against his neck.
“Ready buddy? You wanna look or you want daddy to?”
He feels as Davie points to him saying he wanted Eddie to.
Eddie sets his son on the bed, crouching onto his knees to lift the comforter away he looks around the bed, “Hmm, it doesn’t look like there’s any under there but we’ll spray anyways” Eddie squirts under the bed a few times until he sees the fear on Davie’s face dissipate.
“Can you read me a story?” So until Davie falls asleep completely, Eddie lays beside him legs cramped into the itty bitty toddler bed reading to Davie as he stays there to chase away any nightmares he may have… he just hopes when he wakes up the next morning in that too small bed he won’t have back pain.
Guys I’m off until tomorrow cause I can’t pick up a pencil pls send me requests😭😭
Ohh do you guys want to see something from the dad!steve series maybe same scenario with Alice?
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I'm sure you have plenty more amazing ideas percolating in your head so have another!
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Aw thank you!!! I am really enjoying these so I really appreciate the chance to post another! 🥰
This is one I won’t write/post ever, and it’s not particularly original it’s just a comforting little fic idea I think of a lot
Vecna wins, monsters are overrunning Hawkins, people are dying. Steve meets an unusual monster in the woods (Deus ex machina) that sends him back in time to just before season 1 starts
He can’t tell anyone he’s from the future, the power blocks him from that.
He’s kind of at a loss about what to do/what’s going on, what to change and not change. Like, should he save Will? Maybe the demogorgon would just take another kid who would have a support system like Joyce and Hopper to save them. And honestly year one they got really lucky. Things could have easily gone worse.
Right off the bat though he gets the date will goes missing wrong so it’s kinda a moot point
But before that, he does decide that if he’s back in the past, he’s going to save Barb at least, and most importantly not lose Nancy. He will make her stay in love with him by being the best boyfriend ever!
The main thing here is that he’s going to mess up a bunch of things. And there’s a question of how much is fated and set in stone and how much he can change.
While he’s freaking out about how he’ll change the timeline and stuff, he goes to use Eddie’s DnD books (thinking they’ll have an explanation) (they don’t)
Eddie is different than Steve remembers from season 4. He doesn’t have any friends in the DnD club, it’s just him by himself.
Later on, when Steve takes Nancy on a date, Eddie is working at the fast food place they go to.
Eddie’s different and Steve finds himself entranced in the mystery of that, and he realizes how much he didn’t pay attention to the guy in school.
In the meantime, stuff doesn’t go well with Nancy. Despite Steve’s best efforts, he finds Barb annoying and off putting and they don’t get along. Also Nancy seems young and immature (at this point, she’s only a few months older than the kids were). So Steve isn’t as attracted to her. He’s still trying his best though.
He’s a little catty and puts his foot in his mouth a lot in this fic. He’s not a saint and this frustrates him because he thought he’d become a better person than this.
He starts spending a lot of time with Eddie, who feels like a breath of fresh air because he’s new and doesn’t hold the same baggage Steve’s friends and Nancy do—Steve is stressed about returning back to his old self around Tommy, and stressed about making a good impression around Nancy. But he can just relax and be himself around Eddie.
Anyways. The night of the “party” comes around and Steve decides to spend it in. No party. No chance for Barb to die in his pool.
But then he’s maybe cooking or something, and he accidentally cuts himself. And he freaks out. He can’t fight the demogorgon by himself! He runs to his car and drives to the other side of town (out of demogorgon range)
Eddie lives on the other side of town and so Steve ends up begging to stay with him for a few days.
Eddie is weirded out but has a massive crush on Steve so agrees.
Idk when I imagine it, a lot of scenes aren’t even super tied to canon. I imagine Steve meeting Eddie’s dad and what that might look like. Eddie freaking out about Steve Harrington wanting to stay at his place etc.
I do kind of imagine that privately Eddie made some kind of a wish or something that Steve Harrington would like him back. And he partially is wondering if some magical force heard his wish because why else would Steve suddenly want to be around him all the time
Idk how it would go fully but I just love imagining how Steve might accidentally mess things up in the past…and how he might in the meantime fall in love with Eddie by accident.
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No so true, I hate Steve stans who are Stancy shippers because they just don't get it. Regardless if Steve has feelings for Nancy that relationship isn't good for either of them. I don't find it also too ooc for him to have still feelings, as he didn't get closure, aka him knowing the full extent of Jancy, in season 2. And him wanting to have a huge family because he loves the kids and longs for something like that as he grew up as a single child with neglectful parents is also in character for him. Imagining a future with Nancy, because for him she was his first love and he blames himself for everything that went wrong during that time and now that he has matured and thinks he could be better for her isn't this horrible thing the fandom makes it out to be. People act like he forces Nancy into it while in reality he thought he was about to die so he wanted to get it off his chest. I hope we'll get one scene in s5 where Nancy comes clean to him, explaining how it was always Jonathan from the beginning and that she's sorry she couldn't love him. Then he can finally truly move on. I also think he has to learn that platonic relationships matter just as much, if not more. Him leaving the show with Robin and Dustin would be the happiest ending for him. Fr as an outsider I don't get why people are rooting for a toxic relationship, but I also get Steve's view because he doesn't have the information we have.
(I would like to say upfront that the love triangle annoyed me and I wanted platonic stoncy since s2, so that is gonna color my answer a bit)
Perhaps still having feelings is not necessarily ooc, but at the same time each season is like a check-in every few months. If Nancy’s all cool with the boys going into s2 after the shit they pulled s1, and I just have to assume there’s been room to have better conversations pre-s2 when there’s no monster to pursue, I was assuming there’s been room for them to come to terms with the situation at any point in time before s4. Idk I’m just pretty tired (not to mention how Eddie, Robin, and Dustin were encouraging it)
And yeah, I don’t think a dream of having a big family in itself is terrible. I do understand the speech in context—they are driving into possible death, a “hey, if we die” kind of thing; I still think it’s weird like the other attempts to push them together, while she’s still in a relationship. But if I’m being honest, I don’t seriously think it was an instance of ‘he cornered her just to say weird things to her’—they just came from a death dimension and had to go back to the death dimension. So I mean. If that’s the last thing he wants her to know from him, ok
I just don’t like how some people took it and ran with the Nice Guy thinking of “aww well ykw he deserves Nancy and to fulfill that dream with her” and throwing characters like Jonathan and Nancy under the bus on behalf of Steve in the process, which isn’t a new phenomenon, unfortunately
Aside from how I think much of the romance is done, the platonic and family relationships are always what I appreciate a lot from the show, and yeah, it’d be nice if Steve ends up content with the family he has acquired
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re: ronance story ideas/fic prompts:
the 2 random-ass, vague ideas that first popped into my brain are
terminator AU... somehow? (IDK it's vague and maybe too much work if that's not a setting you already know really well. but still ... robots 'no fate but what we make' and time-y wimey shenanigans can be both angsty and fun.)
or a "It takes way longer to find/rescue Steve when he gets pulled through the lover's lake portal AU" where robin and nancy end up working alone together and dealing with physical peril but also sleuthing together for a lot longer in the upside down at that point in the story?
if either of those take your fancy or inspire a different idea, you are more than welcome to them!
The Terminator thing is something i would 100% like to read but probably not something I could do justice to? For whatever reason I have a hard time pulling these characters into a full-on AU. But I love reading it!
The other thing though, I actually have something on the back burner that isn't exactly that but is basically that haha? Like a Supernatural/X Files style Monster of the Week story that basically becomes Nancy and Robin sleuthing and rescuing Steve. Ive had it outlined for like 2 months and just havent touched it but maybe that would be a good place to shake some rust off!
Thanks bud!
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Stranger Things season 2 episode 5 baby!!!!
1.) I commend the props department for putting this shit together. This must have taken ages to plan out and execute this maze of tunnels on paper
2.) mike is doing his best to help will
3.) hopper got spat on by a monster, and now he’s gonna pass out. Oh I forgot the hole he entered through closes with terrible cgi
4.) comparing scars and having Nancy say hers is bigger means something but idk what
5.) ‘I waited’ ‘yeah only like a month’ you’re both morons
6.) will saw hopper in trouble!!!! I forgot he saw him and that’s how people know to help that dipshit!!!
7.) I love this Sinclair family breakfast. They are a cute family
8.) I am super mad at Dustin after having my day go missing and spending a couple days sleepless with worry and my dumb cat was under my own porch, not in the stomach of a monster from another dimension. Poor poor Claudia doesn’t know where mews is
9.) that was a bonkers way to get the thing into the cellar but like, points for getting it done
10.) I’m remembering as El knocks on the door that her aunt is a snitch, I think
11.) ok Murray’s place is in season 2. And I forgot he instantly recognized them.
12.) I also forgot that Nancy and Jonathan just immediately spill the beans
13.) I forgot Lucas got Dig Dug shut down to talk to Max
14.) and then Max finds out everything
15.) Hi bob!!! I’ve been looking forward to him coming to solve this. I did forget they’re like uhhhhhhhhhhhh no questions. Solve these crayon drawings!!!
16.) ‘it’s a map of Hawkins! Right will?’ Will’s like ‘uhhhhhh yeah, totally. Knew that one for suuuuuure’
17.) hopper found something with fire
18.) Erica gave Dustin a code shut your mouth and honestly that’s valid
19.) the nursery for Jane is so cute
20.) follow the blinking lights to talk to mama
21.) bob is super shocked that they’re going
22.) ew Margaret thatcher was mentioned
23.) and Steve arrives back in the plot!!! I forgot Dustin just gets into Steve’s car and demands he drive
24.) hopper is so tired. I get it, bud. But those vines don’t
25.) I forgot that Max thinks the story is fake
26.) I. Hate. Billy.
27.) I forgot Murray gets all the info and then drinks Russian vodka while listening to jazz. He’s the first person to tell Nancy people won’t believe them
28.) I forget the dirt is connected and floats when part of it is heated up in the lab
29.) oh hi baby kali. I forgot you were in Terry’s memory
30.) I forgot bob helps Joyce down into the tunnel and then follows after her
31.) oh it’s government trucks
32.) has anyone ever made it be bob/joyce/hopper
33.) oh right. Will seizes and screams when the vines are burnt m. That was unpleasant.
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