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[penny00dreadful]

STWG Prompt: I can explain!

Eddie had just barely pushed his own bedroom door open before everyone, including him, was shouting and he clapped a hand over his eyes.

“I didn’t see anything!”

“You better not have!” Robin shouted at him and he could hear her pulling her shirt back down from where she just had it held up to her chin.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Steve’s voice came out as more of a high pitched shriek rather than how it usually sounded.

“Okay, because it looks like you were feeling up Robin’s boobies.”

“You said you didn’t see anything!” Something bumped against his forehead and based on the softness of the fabric and the smell, he guessed it was probably one of Steve’s polos snatched up from the nearby hamper.

“This is my bedroom! Sorry I don’t walk into my own bedroom expecting random naked women!”

“I can explain!” Steve’s voice sounded closer now and Eddie automatically reached his free hand out blindly for him.

“Excuse you, I am not a random woman! And I am not naked nor was I naked, I was just kinda topless!” Robin huffed. “And this is Steve’s room too!”

When his hand finally landed on Steve’s arm, he felt his way down towards his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Okay, then. Let me rephrase. Sorry I don’t walk into our bedroom-” he gave Steve’s hand an exaggerated shake, “-expecting to see you topless!”

Steve squeezed his hand back. “She said her boobies felt weird.”

“Have those boobies been put away?”

Robin made a disgusted noise. “Can you two stop saying ‘boobies’? What are you, twelve fucking years old?”

“Her boobies have been put away.” Steve snickered to himself, recoiling with a hissed ow when Robin slapped him across the arm.

Eddie had to blink a few times to get his eyes to adjust back to the light in the room but when he did, he found Robin thankfully fully clothed.

“Uh,” Steve shuffled a little on his feet. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not cheating on you with Robin.”

“Obviously.” Eddie pulled him closer, tucking his hand into Steve’s back pocket and giving him a little squeeze. “You’re not the cheating type and she’s as gay as Christmas.”

Robin glared at him with her hands on her hips. “I’m Jewish.”

“Gay as Hanukkah, then. Are your boobies okay?”

Robin glared at him again but shifted her eyes over to look at Steve.

“Everything seems fine, Birdie. Same as I told you this time last month. And-”

“And the month before that, yeah, yeah. I know.” She sulked, staring at the two of them for a moment before asking, “Do you have any vanilla ice-cream? And some sprinkles?”

Brought to you by my own monthly woes

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[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 3/12/23

prompt: "what the hell happened to you?"

pairing/character(s): steddie

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Eddie hasn't heard from Steve for forty eight hours when the phone rings, and he jumps for it. He hopes (and maybe prays to the god he doesn't believe in) that it's Steve. That he just... Fell asleep when he got home from his shift at Scoops and that's why he didn't call when he got home two days ago. That he got distracted by the kids the next morning and that's why he didn't call Eddie one day ago.

"Hello?" He says into the phone, trying not to sound too frantic.

But as soon as he finds out who's calling, a rock settles in his stomach.

"This is Hawkins General Hospital, am I speaking with Wayne Munson?"

He's silent for a moment. Fuck. Something's happened to Steve. He debates lying, because Wayne left for work literally five minutes ago, and he needs to know what happened, and what if Steve's dead?-

"No. This is Eddie Munson, ma'am, Wayne just left for work. Is- Is everything okay?" He closes his eyes as he speaks, tips his head forward to lightly bang it against the wall of the trailer. Why didn't he just lie? Now they're never going to tell him.

"Alright, one moment.." The lady on the phone says, and Eddie hears some papers rustling and then a sigh, "Oh, Edward Munson?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You're listed as another emergency contact, so I can tell you this as well." Eddie breathes out a sigh of relief, but feels tears start to well up as he imagines what she's about to say.

"This is in regards to Steven Harrington, who is alive and stable but quite badly injured. That's all I can say over the phone. Before he can be discharged, if his next of kin don't respond, we'll need to talk through patient care with you or Wayne Munson, alright?"

"Yes I- He can have visitors, right?" He's already looking frantically around the room to see where the keys to his van are.

"Yes. Visiting hours don't end for another two hours yet."

Eddie's never hung up a phone so fast.

-

When he finally gets to Steve's room (after an argument with the receptionist who was hesitant to give him the room number), he practically throws open the door in his haste, and is... Surprised at the amount of people in the room.

He's zeroed in on Steve before he properly registers them though. As soon as he processes the state of his boyfriend, everyone else in the room practically disappear from his mind.

"Oh, Stevie." He whispers, walking over to the bed.

Steve seems to be either asleep or passed out, and he looks.. Horrible. One eye is swollen shut, there's a bandage over his nose like it's broken, and his bottom lip is swollen with a (freshly stitched up) wound trailing down from it an inch or so. And that's just his face-- Eddie can't even see the rest of him right now.

"What the hell happened to you?" He mumbles to himself, hesitantly reaching out to rest a hand on Steve's forearm.

It's then that he's rudely reminded of the presence of others in the room.

"More like what the hell is Eddie Munson doing in Steve Harrington's hospital room?" A familiar voice asks, and he turns to see Robin Buckley sat at Steve's side. A little more turning around and he sees Dustin, who he recognises from pictures, and a little girl who can't be older than ten.

Robin looks confused and suspicious, and like she's about to interrogate him until she sees the genuine distress (and tears) in his eyes. She softens a little, and lets Eddie ask what he's been dying to ask for over forty eight hours now.

"Is he okay?" He sniffles harshly in attempt to get rid of the waver in his voice.

"He will be. Pretty bad concussion though, and- No, wait. Seriously, why are you here?"

Eddie's about to make something up, when Steve rouses with a groan. Everyone's quiet as he squints open his good eye and groans some more at the lights.

"Wha's- Wha's goin' on?" He slurs, and Eddie feels the tears return. Steve sounds as fucked up as he looks, and- shit, Robin said concussion? Steve's already had one too many of those.

"Hey, it's okay Stevie. You know where you are?" Eddie asks gently, opting to ignore everyone else once again if they're going to stay quiet.

"Eds?" Steve's face scrunches up in a way that looks painful, and he slowly looks over in Eddie's direction with eyes that are definitely too dilated.

Eddie starts rubbing his thumb back and forth where he's still gently resting a hand on Steve's forearm. He hopes it's comforting rather than adding to Steve's pain.

"Yeah, I'm here. I got you, sweetheart."

read part 2 here

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[chaosgremlinmunson]

STWG 02-09-2024

Prompt: Ass

Pairing: Steddie

“You are such an ass!” Steve squealed, falling over the side of the bed laughing.

Eddie continued his assault on Steve's sides tickling him, he straddled his hips as Steve kept trying to buck him off.

Eddie yelped as Steve's knee connected to his groin and fell sideways sliding off the bed holding himself.

“Oh my God, Eds?! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry!” Steve jumped up and knelt in front of him, “Do you need some ice? Something else.”

Eddie was wheezing, he held up a hand as he grimaced trying to catch his breath.

“No more tickling, I guess.” Eddie wheezed.

“I could always kiss it and make it better?” Steve said quietly, Eddie glared at him up through his bangs.

“Absolutely fucking not Steven. You are not flirting with me for the first time after kneeing me in my junk!”

“.....oops??” Steve's face was crimson.

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[hairstevington]

Daily Drabble, 10/5/23

Prompt: “Quiet”

(Deaf!Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson)

A/N: Hello all! For those who don’t know, I went to a Deaf school and am fluent in ASL. When writing ASL in written English, you use all capitals. I hope you enjoy!!

The first few times Steve got beat up, he was left with a ringing in his ears for a while. Then, the ringing became constant. Then, the Russians happened.

The ringing stopped. It was quiet.

He didn’t want to tell anyone, and he wasn’t sure why. At first he just acted like everything was fine. He tried to read lips and nodded when people told him things. Whenever he misunderstood something, his friends chalked it up to him being an idiot as always.

Robin and Steve worked together, so it was basically impossible to hide it from her. It became their secret. She helped him at Family Video with customers, covered for him, made sure he always got to do the tasks that didn’t require hearing or listening to other people.

Dustin noticed next, and he convinced Steve to let the others know. They communicated through writing a lot, until the party decided they could all learn sign language together. Like a code, they told Steve. Max and El were excited at the prospect of writing letters, too.

Thank God Steve was out of school, so he didn’t have to worry about accommodations.

One night, Steve went to pick Dustin, Mike, and Lucas from Hellfire, and that’s when he ran into Eddie.

Steve knew he was saying something snarky, but he couldn’t tell what since it was so dark.

DEAF, Steve signed. He pointed at his ear to clarify. Eddie raised his eyebrows.

THAT HAPPEN WHEN? Eddie signed back. Steve stumbled backwards.

YOU SIGN?! Eddie nodded.

MOM DEAF TOO, he explained. He shrugged. DEAD NOW. Steve awkwardly stifled a laugh at how blunt Eddie had delivered the news. Thankfully he didn’t seem offended.

HAPPEN LAST-YEAR, Steve explained. NICE MEET YOU.

Eddie smiled. NICE MEET YOU TOO.

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[daggahighyeena]

Dagga's Daily Drabbles - Day 1 (1/1/23)

Prompt: He lay back in the snow

From: Flash Fiction Prompts

WC: 565

CW: blood, hunting, death, gun

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The shot rang out, echoing into the cold white and bouncing off of the mountains that cradled the forest in their palms. It was a sound that the trees and mountains had heard plenty of times before, but there was a sense of pure victory to it that time. Even after the world had fallen quite again it seemed as though that sound was still singing. Snow crunched beneath the feet of the one who had started to sing with the echo. The form ran out from a line of thick brush, a hand in the air triumphantly and brandishing the gun that began the song. Another victorious, sing-song whoop erupted from the boy’s mouth as he finally came upon his prize. With a thump his knees sank into the thick snow that steadily became red. There was a joy in his eyes as he looked over the beast he had taken down, but that joy quickly faded into sadness. Ever so slowly the buck’s chest rose and fell. Its breaths were short, shallow and few and far between. “Dammit…” the curse came over the young hunter’s lips in a soft whisper as his eyes closed. His body slumped and his gun fell from his hand to settle in the red snow. Make the first shot the best shot, or it will suffer.

The words echoed in his mind. With a grimace he reached to his belt for a knife and slipped it from its sheath. “I can’t believe I messed up. I thought I had the perfect shot.” As if the world itself were offering answers, a strong breeze came through the clearing, blowing about the top layers of soft snow that hadn’t yet melted and frozen into the rest. “Right, the wind.” The young hunter’s voice took on clear frustration as his grip tightened around the hilt of his knife. 

Gently he placed a hand on the neck of the buck. He couldn't help but move his fingers through the coarse fur for a moment. It was as if he could feel every ounce of power behind the animal that was at his mercy. The world sank back in on him as he heard the buck wheeze. It choked on some of its own blood and the hunter felt its body shudder under his hand. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he whispered as he brought the knife point above the buck’s neck. “Thank you.” The knife plunged into the beast’s neck, ending its life and suffering. Another wave of red slowly joined the rest, further staining the snow around the macabre pair.  

With a relieved huff the young hunter pulled the knife from the buck’s flesh and wiped the blade with a rag he pulled from a jacket pocket. He lay back in the snow without thinking of the blood that would get on his clothes. He didn’t care about the blood, though. The boy’s mind was awash with a myriad of thoughts. The feeling of the buck’s coarse fur between his fingers, the sound of it wheezing and gagging on its own blood. The smell of that blood… The white of the snow mixing the red life that poured from his prize. The taste of both victory and guilt that filled his mouth as he stared down at the buck. And the sound of the shot as it had echoed through the trees and mountains.

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[aki-natsuko]

#dailydrabble #kofi #overwatch #Aki writes #soldier76

[butter3drainbows]

DIO DRABBLE...

The spot beside you was cold again. You slowly slid off the bed in search of your husband who was most likely in his office again organising and reviewing paperwork that he took home from the firm. When you reached his study you found Dio leaning against his chair, his reading glasses perched on top of his nose and the soft glow of the lampstand illuminating the fairly large room. You leaned against the doorframe waiting for him to take notice of you. He didn't even look your way when he sighed and exclaimed how you should be resting. You told him you couldn't, not when he wasn't there with you. He grunted exasperatedly muttering something about you being such a needy wife as he stood from his office chair, taking some papers with him, and crossing the room to sit on the couch. He opened the lamp stand beside him before looking towards you and patting his lap. You perked up, much to his amusement, and made your way happily towards your husband, settling your head in his lap and closing your eyes. He clicked his tongue, hand reaching towards your swollen belly, softly scolding you for not getting enough rest. You hummed not hearing what he said after. You have your husband's warmth against you again, now you could sleep.

#SFW #Dio #MorningSoftness #DailyDrabbles #Pregnant!Reader #Lawyer!Dio #AU #InkButter

[toxicwastelove]

“ Cas…what is this paper?” Dean storms into Cas’s bunker bedroom flailing around a paper reading ‘Couples photographers Of America’. Cas looks up from his book that he had been reading and plasters on a cutesy smirk. “I was at the target and I found this pamphlet that had a photo of a baby I’m a bee costume. "He got up and walked towards Dean with hopeful eyes. ” I saw it and asked the women behind the booth and she said that you bring someone special to take a picture with. I thought that we can go and take one and I can put it on the wall. Isn’t that regulatory human behavior , or have I been mistaken?“ He asked tilting his head in the signature "confused Angel” way. Dean runs his hand down had face,the other positioned on his hips. “Cas, buddy I don’t know about this. This is kinda…..” Dean looks up and catches the Angels puppy dog eyes. He looks like he’s about to cry. Deans eyes go wide as he places both his hands on Cas’s shoulders. “Wait no, I didn’t mean that Cas. Don’t look so sad you know I can’t resist that look” he says apologetically. Cas’s face immediately brightened up, clapping his hands happily and looking Dean in the eye. “ Wonderful, because our appointment is in 2 hours, I can’t wait to show Sam.” He runs around Dean and out his bunker room door. Dean looks flabbergasted before he looks down at the ground defeated. “ I’m gonna regret this” he says to himself walking after him.

~ 3 and a half hours later

“This looks awesome Dean” Sammy says trying to suppress his laughter. “ you really look like a ……..happy sailor”. “ Hey shut your trap, it was either that or a idiotic pirate costume and I don’t look good in stripes” he says crossing his arms. “ Cas looks at the photo fondly. "Let’s go hang it up” he says almost sprinting to his room. Dean and Sam look at each other and smiling an rolling their eyes and they walk quickly towards the Angels bed room.

Maleah: Oh my god, I’ve seriously been laughing at this photo for like 10 mins. Thanks google—-this so just a little something I came up with. This so how I think this hilarious picture can into being.

#Destiel #cockles #drabble #dailydrabble #love is love #Cas loves Dean #Cas loves bees

[dailylogandoodle]

I just want to ask this since idk if you’ll get upset at me, but I’ve wanted to start writing drabbles daily (based around the Sides), but then I found this blog and hesitated on making a “dailydrabble” blog since I didn’t want to seem like I’m copying you (and your new Crew that’s so nice!!!). So this is just a message asking if I can do that? IM SORRY I FEEL SO AWKWARD

I understand your anxiety, but again, I would like to put emphasis on the fact that I do not own the concept of daily___ blogs! I just thought it would be cool if there were a bunch of similar blogs for all the Sanders Sides characters. I assure you, I have NO problem with people creating daily doodle blogs, daily drabble blogs, daily whatever blogs. However, I would like to see these blogs, so be sure to @ me in your first post! (also, you're doing drabbles, not doodles, but welcome to the Doodle Crew anyway!)

[birds-and-the-enbys-moved]

stagefright

That day, she stood on stage.

Her arms and hands shaking,

Like the routine had already started.

Standing in the shaded shadows,

Watching the lights on stage, bathed

In its warm, heavenly glow

She could touch the energy radiating

Off the performers, the audience

The tension palpable

In the air.

She took in every breath

Like she was suffocating.

Closed her eyes,

Like she was in battle.

Her costume felt tight around her

Her insides turned to jelly and sloshed,

Sloshed inside her

Until she felt sick

Nerves turned into butterflies and fluttered up her windpipe

She was frightened

The mike sticking like honey to her face

Her throat suddenly dry,

Her voice suddenly hoarse

Then it was her cue

Pushed off the edge

Her parachute forgotten

She was free-falling

for a second

The lights blinding her

Until she remembered

Who she was

Why she was here

What to do next

She opened her eyes as someone new

And performed

Until her heart gave out

And she left the stage as somebody different

Not to anyone else,

But to her,

She was born anew.

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[penny00dreadful]

STWG Prompt: drunk talk

Steve had to scrunch one eye closed while the phone wobbled in front of him, letting out a frustrated huff when the numbers refused to cooperate.

Giving up he just decided to hit the redial button, raising the phone to his ear while he eyed the kitchen sink across the room, thinking that a glass simply wouldn’t do, he could just as easily stick his head under the tap.

God, he was thirsty.

The line picked up and Steve immediately whined out, “Robbie, I loooove hiiim.”

“Uh…” was the only answer he got.

“Robbie, I love him so muuuuch.”

Steve was pretty sure the cord would stretch over to the sink. He took a few stumbling steps forward, scratching his stomach under his loose Motörhead t-shirt that he used to sleep in now, because it was his. It belonged to him now, Eddie.

“Stevie-”

Steve hip checked the counter hard. When had that gotten there? Whatever.

“No, no. You don’t understaaand!” He slapped at the lever on the tap until that glorious crisp water cold water began to gush forth. “He’s so gooood to meee-”

He cut himself off as he stuck his mouth under the stream, belatedly remembering that the phone probably shouldn’t get wet.

“Sweetheart, I put you to bed like… twenty minutes ago, what are you doing up again?”

Okay, there was no need for the amusement, Steve was just trying to drink some damn water.

“I got thirsty.” Steve gasped out.

“There’s a glass on your bedside table. You saw me put it there before I left.”

Steve blinked, almost sure both his eyes closed and opened separately.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing at Robin’s house?”

“I’m not at Robin’s house baby, I’m home. I just got in."

“Uh, no.” Steve giggled to himself. “I called Robin’s house, duh, not yours.”

“I don’t think you did.” Eddie was doing a terrible job of hiding the smile coming through his words. “Why don’t you go to bed, Stevie? I’ll be back in the morning, before you know it.”

“But I have you here now.” He pouted.

“You have me all the time, baby, but you need your sleep. Please? For me?”

“Ugh.” Steve rolled his eyes. “That’s not fair, you know I have to do it now.”

“I know, I’m terrible. Go on sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Steve nodded to himself. “Mm-kay. I love you, Eddiiieeee.”

“I love you too Stevie. Goodnight.”

“Niiiight.”

It took Steve two tries to properly hang up the phone and once he did, he stared at it for just a moment before picking it up again and dialling.

“Mmmullo?” A sleepy voice answered.

“Robbiiiiiiiiiiee. I love him so muuuuuch.”

“Dingus, oh my god.”

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[steventhusiast]

STWG prompt 18/4/24

prompt: the beemer

pairing/character(s): steddie

-

"I didn't see your van outside, you need a ride home?" Gareth asks as everyone's packing up their dice sets.

Eddie looks up from scribbling notes down about important character actions with a hum, and notices that the concerned look on Gareth's face is mirrored by Jeff and Freak.

The freshmen members of the club aren't interested, whispering excitedly amongst themselves about something that will probably cause Eddie problems at their next session. (He catches some complaints about biking home too. Losers.)

"What? No, no, don't worry man." He assures with a smile, and goes back to his notes. Steve's picking him up today. They have a date. Which, sure, he's been on a few official dates with Steve now, but they still make him so... jittery and excited.

He shakes his head at the half-finished page of his notebook and readies his pen. He can't forget that Mike now has a bag of holding, so he writes that down and then closes the notebook and nods to himself, satisfied.

When he looks back up his bandmates are still staring at him in concern.

"What?"

"You literally never leave your van at home." Jeff points out, and then Freak adds on:

"You call it your child sometimes."

"Hey. Pac-Van is a she, thank you very much." Eddie says, "But seriously, it's fine. I just got a ride this morning and he's picking me up too."

He hasn't gotten round to telling them about him and Steve yet. He knows they'll take great pleasure in making fun of him getting with a jock. You know, because of all those rants he likes to go on at the lunch tables about said jocks... Whatever.

"From Wayne?"

"No." He rolls his eyes at the questioning and shoves his stuff into his backpack, then makes a quick decision. Fuck it, "I promise I'll be fine, you big babies. Harrington's a good driver."

"Harrington?!" They all ask in sync, and that gets the attention of their newer recruits, who are still chattering away. Their heads all snap over to them.

"Why're you talking about Steve?" Mike asks, looking vaguely disgusted. Dustin elbows him in the side.

"Don't worry your angsty little head about it, Wheeler." Eddie says with a grin, and then finally picks up his backpack, "Now I have places to be and people to see so I trust you all to leave this room as you found it? I gotta go."

And with that he leaves the room, ignoring Freak's voice from behind him.

"I thought he was just giving you a ride home."

He makes it to the parking lot just as the beemer pulls in, and finds a smile appearing on his face at the sight. Because he's feeling dramatic, he does a wild little wave at the car. He can't see Steve yet, but he knows that made him chuckle, or at least smile.

"Hey, taxi for Munson?" Steve yells out of his window as he slows the car to a stop, and Eddie's smile widens.

"Oh, we're roleplaying tonight, are we?" He asks as he walks around to the passenger side and gets in. He's pretty sure Steve rolls his eyes at him, but he's also pretty sure he's doing it in a fond way. Hopefully.

Steve doesn't drive off immediately, a glint of something intense in his gaze as he looks at Eddie. He's leaning toward Eddie a little too, and having Steve Harrington's full attention on him is not something Eddie's used to yet, so an unbidden blush appears on his cheeks.

"Good day?"

"Great day, Stevie."

"Good. Can't wait to hear about it over dinner." Steve nods, and his eyes flicker down to his lips for a second, and then he leans out of Eddie's space to start the car up again.

Right. Public space. Homophobic small town. Yadda yadda, kissing can wait until they're safely indoors.

Eddie's too busy fiddling with the radio as the beemer drives off to notice Freak, Gareth and Jeff stood staring at the car from in front of the school doors, perplexed looks on their faces, as the freshmen run over to the bike racks. But he'll definitely be hearing all about their thoughts at band practice.

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[nesquidlydoodles]

Guess who's back~

Ok so that was about a week right? What is time? Who uses a calendar? Apparently not me but I digress! I'm ending my hiatus, will be back to normal #dailydrabbles and #shythings as usual! Not really sure what hijinx the dear old spook elf will get into but eh, we'll see! Found my muse again, can actually get past a sketch now, writters block is NOT a thing and my mind's clear enough...sort of...to keep things rolling! @casyril @the-news-nerd @the-children

[hairstevington]

Daily Drabble, 10/11/23

Prompt: "different first meeting"

(Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington)

Summary: Steve wakes up on his graduation day and he isn't happy about it. Then, he wakes up on his graduation day again, and again, and again....

WC: 2K

Warnings: Time loop, Steve is a Sad Boi, drinking/smoking

A/N: This is far too long to be considered a drabble but I just had to write it once I thought of it. Inspired by a post @spoookysix made that I will link here.

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Steve woke up on the day of his high school graduation and was already over it.

He’d lost Nancy. He didn’t get into any colleges. Sure, he and Dustin had gotten closer, but it’s not like it made him feel cool to be hanging out with a 13 year old.  He’d stopped hanging out with most of his friends - which he knew was a good thing, but it did mean he was alone a lot of the time, and that was something he wasn’t used to. Girls still liked him, but he was nowhere near top dog anymore. 

Whatever. It was time to graduate and say goodbye to Hawkins High forever. 

He got dressed. Listened to his parents somehow talk about how they were both proud and disappointed in him. Drove to school. Waited in line. Sat in the seats. Listened to the speeches. Walked the stage. Went to a party. Got drunk. There was a sadness to all of it. An emptiness. A loss.

He woke up the next day to a pounding on his door.

“Are you almost ready?” his dad called. “You’re supposed to be at the school in twenty minutes, son.”

Steve looked at the clock, confused, and although he didn’t understand why he had to get up, he did so. He was still half asleep when he put a shirt on and headed downstairs, only to find his parents waiting for him, in the same outfits they’d been wearing the day before.

“Please tell me you won’t be wearing that, honey,” his mom warned through thin lips. 

“Well, if it will be covered by the robe…” his father noted, checking his watch. 

Steve stared at them, confused. He figured it had to have been a dream of sorts, so he just…went along with it. Put on his graduation outfit. Went through the motions of driving to school, waiting in line, sitting in the auditorium. He didn’t go to the party this time - instead, he just went home.

Then, he woke up again. Got dressed. Freaked out when his parents gave him the same speech about the responsibilities of adulthood. Drove to school. Tried to tell someone what was going on, but sounded even crazier. Went to the party. Got drunk. Got so drunk that he passed out somewhere (he was pretty sure he ended up in a bush).

He woke up again in his bed, and that’s when he realized what was going on. 

Oh, shit.

It felt incredibly emasculating to go to a thirteen year old boy for a problem like this, but Steve wasn’t sure who else to turn to.

“Steve!” Dustin said when he opened his front door. “What are you doing here? Isn’t it graduation day?” Steve groaned.

“Dude, that’s the problem,” he explained. “I’ve graduated three times already.”

And so, he told Dustin what was going on, and thankfully, the dipshit believed him. Dustin said that Steve must have been caught in something called a “time loop,” whatever that meant, and theorized that Steve had to learn something or do something a certain way to break out of it.

“So, what do I have to learn or do?” he asked, frantically. Dustin shrugged.

“I dunno. You’ll have to figure that part out.”

Steve sighed. This was a total nightmare.

He lived the loop a few more times. His first attempt and breaking from it was trying to be a  better person - righting his wrongs, basically. He brought people coffee. He gave money to someone asking for it on the street. He cheered at every single name called.

When that didn’t work, he tried to right specific wrongs. He stood up to his parents. He apologized to Jonathan. He had a heart to heart with Nancy. These were huge conversations he’d put off for far too long, and they neither made him feel better nor broke him from the stupid time loop.

So then, he just started having fun with it. He danced across the stage when he got his diploma. He talked to different people at the party every night and listened to their stories. When all the pressure was off him of any consequences, that’s when he started to finally feel less stressed about his situation.

There was only one person left at the party he hadn’t really talked to - this guy everyone called the school Freak - Eddie Munson, who was always somewhere in the background waiting to be summoned for drug deals. Steve found Eddie to be abrasive and a bit intimidating. He figured they’d hate each other, so he never tried to talk to him. 

But this was a time loop, so why the hell not?

“Hey,” Steve said, leaning against the wall where Eddie was. Eddie broke from people-watching as he’d been doing to stare at Steve in confusion.

“Uh…hi??” he responded. Steve laughed.

“I don’t think we’ve officially met. I’m -”

“King Steve, yeah I know who you are,” Eddie replied. Steve raised his eyebrows, then shrugged.

“Not so much a King anymore, but yeah,” he said. “I didn’t see you at graduation today.”

“That’s because I didn’t graduate.”

Steve didn’t understand at first. He thought that he’d had Eddie’s grade level wrong or something, but no. He was pretty sure Eddie had already repeated senior year once, which meant - 

Oh. Oh, shit.

“That blows,” Steve told him. Eddie shrugged.

“Yeah,” he said. “Today is kinda shit.”

“Tell me about it.”

The boys both continued leaning with their backs to the wall and watched everybody else. They were all so…happy and free. 

“What do you have to complain about, Harrington?” Eddie asked, a slight annoyance to his voice. “And why are you over here with me, anyway? You should be with them. That’s where you belong.” Steve shook his head. 

“Nah, I don’t belong there,” he said. “Honestly, I have no idea where I fit in anymore.”

There was another silence as they both wondered where to take the conversation from there. Eventually, Steve left the party and went home, only to wake up in bed again.

He skipped graduation this time and drove to Indianapolis instead. His parents would give him hell, but only if for whatever reason his decision broke the loop.

It didn’t. He woke up in bed, as usual. 

He wasn’t sure why he did it, but he found himself driving to Eddie’s trailer. He knew where he lived - everyone knew he was at the trailer park - and it wasn’t hard to find his specific trailer thanks to the beat up van parked in front of it.

Steve knocked on the door. Eddie opened it a minute later, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Uhh…hi?” Eddie said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Steve smirked at the way his greeting hadn’t changed. “Why aren’t you at graduation?”

“Why aren’t you?” he shot back. It was a risky joke, but it paid off. Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, touché. Come in I guess.” Steve followed Eddie into the trailer. It looked exactly how he’d expected it to look. Tommy had described the place a few times after he’d bought weed from Eddie. “So, can I interest you in any drugs, my liege?”

“I told you, I’m not -” Steve stopped himself, realizing that Eddie wouldn’t have remembered that conversation. Eddie waited with his eyebrows raised. “I don’t think I’m above you or anything, honest to God. At least, not anymore.”

“What changed?” Eddie asked. Steve shrugged.

“Everything.”

It was still slightly awkward between them. It felt almost as if something was being left unsaid. Like Steve was forgetting something, or that Eddie had a secret, too. But he was too out of it to care, really. Steve bought some weed and headed out. 

He then proceeded to go to the quarry and smoke all of it. He was still incredibly stoned by the time he passed out. Waking up in his bed was the most sobering feeling he’d ever experienced.

This time, he didn’t go to graduation, but he still went to the party. And he got drunk - VERY drunk. 

When he woke up, his memories from the night before were fuzzy. He was pretty sure he kissed someone. He also was pretty sure he spilled his guts - metaphorically and literally - but he couldn’t for the life of him remember anything else.

He checked the clock. Good thing none of his actions had any long term consequences, right?

He wasn’t sure why, but this loop he decided to play along. He was a good son. He wore the shirt his mother bought him and he still cheered for every name. 

Then, they got to the H’s. Tommy was grinning as he always did, eager to graduate. He’d still remained both popular and an asshole. He also happened to be right before Steve’s name in the alphabet.

That was another messed up thing about graduation. The order of it all - Hagan, Hargrove, Harrington. Steve had to hear people screaming their heads off over his enemies, and then hear the excitement die down for his own name. 

“Steve Harrington.”

Steve heard the clapping and froze. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t walk the stage.

Then, the clapping was replaced with sounds of confusion. Then laughter. None of which had ever happened before. Steve looked up to find that someone had climbed onto the stage and was now being chased around by faculty. 

Someone with long brown curly hair and tattoos.

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes. Eddie had completely disrupted the ceremony, and now everything was out of control. Students were being rushed off the stage and back to their seats. Eddie was screaming curses and hailing Satan. And then, suddenly, he was making his way toward Steve. His eyes widened as Eddie grabbed Steve by the arm and dragged him out of the auditorium. 

“Dude, what the - what the hell? How did you -? Why-?”

“They’re gaining on us, come on!” Eddie replied, encouraging Steve to run faster. Steve stripped off his robe and ran as fast as his legs would carry him, and then the weirdest thing happened.

He started laughing. He felt free.

He ran with Eddie all the way to the beat-up van parked in the lot, and then he found himself climbing into the passenger seat and cheering when Eddie sped away. 

Steve smiled as he caught his breath, then looked to see Eddie looking exactly the same.

“Eddie, what are you -”

“I’ve been reliving this goddamn shitstorm day for god knows how long,” Eddie confessed. “Do you know how shitty it feels to have to wake up every morning and know that all your friends are graduating without you? Of course you don’t, because you actually graduated. But, you do know how it feels to wake up every day and feel shitty that your life sucks, so…”

“Wait, what?!” Steve responded, aghast. “How did you know that?” Eddie clicked his tongue to his teeth.

“You don’t remember much from last night, huh?” he asked, still driving down the road. “Or, this night I guess.”

Steve thought about it, and like a vision it all came back to him. He was drunk, he stumbled over to Eddie, and he told him - he told him - 

Oh, shit. Steve told Eddie everything. Like, down to the Nancy stuff and the parents stuff and of course the time loop stuff. He might have even let the Upside Down shit slip too. Steve shook his head, still processing all of it.

“So you’re telling me that -”

“I’m stuck in the time loop with you, Big Boy,” Eddie said. “So, I say we have some fun with it.”

It took Steve about five seconds to relax into the idea, but once he did, he was down completely.

“Yeah, okay,” he said. “What do you have in mind?”

Eddie grinned, then floored it until they were speeding through the town that Steve had come to hate. 

Steve fumbled with the hem of his shirt when it occurred to him that he still suspected he’d kissed someone at the party, and he was pretty certain he knew who it was.

He would have asked about it, but he decided to save it for later.

He and Eddie had all day together. They’d get to it eventually.

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BRUNO DRABBLE...

Abbachio was bullying Giorno again. You'd think after being named the new Don of the Italian mafia Abbacchio would soften his treatment for the boy; guess some people never change. In all the time that Bruno got to spend his lunch with his team, he learned to tune out the noise that automatically came with all of them together; Mista berating his stand as they fought amongst themselves, Narancia whining at Fugo to let him eat his food while Fugo was just about ready to slam the younger man's head down the table again after reviewing his progress on the homework he made him answer, and Giorno shooting calm but cheeky remarks at a seething Abbachio. Bruno was not scolding them as per usual, Trish noticed this. Instead, Bruno was looking out to the sea with a far away look in his eye, seemingly lost in thought. Narancia who had been holding onto a bowl of pistachios yelped when Fugo slapped the bowl away from him, the nuts and bowl threatening to hit the unsuspecting capo. Giorno was quick to whip out his stand and convert the projectiles into roses just in time for the petals to softly scattered around Bruno. Bruno had simply blinked, finally taking notice of his surroundings. Fugo had sheepishly asked if he was alright to which Bruno reassured him with a shake of his head and a laugh. Needless to say, everyone was taken aback. Bruno rarely laughs out loud. He took a petal that had been balancing itself on the rim of his cup and rubbed it between his fingertips. His lips twitched into a smile. Would your lips be as soft to the touch as this rose petal, he wondered.

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Trish whispered. Mista shrugged, just as perplexed as everyone else was.

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