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sp0o0kylights · 1 year

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Steve was going to kill Jonathan.

He had to save the guy’s life first, but once he did, Jonathan was a dead man.

Skidding around the corner, eyes wild, Steve only slowed down when he could visually confirm that he had in fact, made it in time.

“Whoa, hey.” Jonathan said. startled as Steve nearly crashed into him, dropping the paper plates he was carrying to his backyard. “What’s wrong?”

“You-” Steve huffed, breath coming out in sharp bursts and man, wasn’t that a sign that he’d been slacking lately on his workouts? “You need to--”

“What’s happening?” Will interrupted, sensing trouble-- and running immediately towards it as always, El trailing behind. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Steve growled, hands on his knees, glaring up through his hair. “No, I am not okay. Jonathan won’t be either if he doesn’t go inside and stay there for at least the next twenty minutes.”

He slowly stood, his general fitness allowing him to regain his stamina quickly even if he had been neglecting it.

‘I’m sorry I ever stopped going on bi weekly runs.’

“What?” Jonathan asked, at the same time Will and El said;

“Why?”

Steve turned his attention to Will, startled to find the kid was almost taller than he was. That was a train of thought for a different day, because right now he was still focused on keeping Jonathan living and breathing.

‘The shit I do for these people.’

“You guys remember Gareth?” He said, staring pointedly at Jonathan.

Ah yes, there was the little wince he was looking for.

“Gareth?” El asked, voice soft as Will stiffened visibly besides his brother.

Steve nodded, still glaring Jonathan down. “You know, Gareth. Skipped a grade, Brown hair, part of the Hellfire club, got his ass kicked by Carver’s asshole buddies because he’s super close to Eddie?”

“Steve--” Will started, staring at him and not at his brother's hunched shoulders, the very first sign of guilt in a Byers.

(Among many other things, but Steve knew Jonathan better than he knew Will, and those?

Those were guilty shoulders.)

“Your brother,” Steve interrupted, making sure the sheer annoyance in his tone came through, “--decided to have a talk with Gareth.”

He put his hands on his hips, doing his best to communicate ‘you done fucked up’ with his own face. “Eddie found out and is on a rampage.”

A fact he had been alerted to by Gareth himself, after the poor kid had called him from Eddie’s shiny new government supplied house, begging Steve to stop Eddie before he made the situation worse than it already was.

(Considering Eddie’s paranoia and general protectiveness was still ramped up to a hundred even now, six months after all the Vecna bullshit, Steve didn’t blame Gareth for calling it like it was.

Eddie absolutely would make things worse.)

There was a very long pause, in which Steve got a front row seat to several different Byers expressions.

First was confusion, followed quickly by realization, and then the slow dawning of horror as Will cued in to exactly what his brother had done.

Meanwhile; Jonathan’s hunched, guilty form took on the look of something a bit more pinched.

Like a soccer player who had clocked that the ball was in the air, hurtling dead towards his face, and all he could do was stand there and take the hit.

“Oh.” El said, her head tilted comically, correctly reading her brothers faces. “Gareth is the boy Will has a crush on.”

She turned to peer Jonathan, Will’s face managing to somehow go redder at his sister's words.

“The talk Jonathan gave him was like Jim’s talk to Mike.”

Implied: That talk broke the two of them up.

Implied: Said talk was now firmly rooted in El’s head as a bad thing.

Implied: Jonathan was screwed.

“That’s not good.” She finished calmly, as Will whipped around to confront his brother.

“What the hell!?” He shrieked, voice cracking right in the middle as Jonathan raised his hands defensively.

“Look, you’ve been through a lot, and-” He started, only to be immediately interrupted by a furious;

“That’s not an excuse!”

Will advanced on him, sticking a pointed finger in Jonathan’s face, a whole tirade of words pouring out of his mouth. “I can’t-I can’t believe you! I told you about Gareth in confidence! You told me I could tell you anything, Jonathan!”

Steve raised an eyebrow, impressed to find that baby-Byers could actually be intimidating when he wanted to be.

He was pretty sure it was the height.

“Scream about it later, get inside now please.” Steve said, trying to cut Will’s attempt on Jonathan’s life off.

Personally he didn’t care if the guy’s own brother murdered him, he just didn’t need Eddie to catch a charge.

Again.

The very thought coincided with their time ending, as a furious screech of wheel’s and muffled metal roared into the Byer’s driveway. The car wasn’t even off by the time Steve heard the door slam, Eddie’s stomping footsteps loud enough for Steve to track him as he came around to the backyard.

“Hey, El?” He said, as he turned to face down his furious boyfriend. “Tell Will I’m on his side for this one, would you?”

El nodded politely, a smile overtaking her face as she watched Steve match Eddie’s stride, aiming to head his boyfriend off.

Kid probably knew what he was going to do before he did it, the little shit.

“Get out of my way, Steve-!” Eddie bit out, stopping only so he could point to where he wanted Steve to move to.

Sadly for him, Steve had a different plan.

Instead of slowing down, he simply bent at the knees, wrapping his arms around the back of Eddie’s thighs and putting his shoulder firmly in Eddie’s torso. He had to withhold a grunt to do it, the step- to kneel-to carry was not as smooth as it used to be when Steve was in proper shape and throwing girls around like footballs, but he managed to get Eddie over his shoulder anyway.

“Hey!” His boyfriend squawked, as Steve smoothly continued walking, right back out of the Byer’s backyard, Eddie hanging over his shoulder.

“Steven Reginald Harrington, put me down right now!” Eddie shrieked, the words only slightly tangled with Will’s own;

“You’re DEAD Jonathan!”

(and Els’ gentle laugh, of course.)

#Anytime I ship Gary with Will I just make Will the secret oldest #because thats hilarious #and Gary the youngest #for equal hilarity #do it right and they're only about a little more than a year apart #but let's just say at the time theyre like 16/17 ish #wardrum #steddie #gareth emerson #will byres #steve harrington #eddie munson #protective older brother / older brother figures ENGAGE #jonathan byers #0o0 fanfics #Steve needs a hug #will x gareth #steve x eddie

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grandwretch · 1 year

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fully believe that if the party could discord chat, steve and eddie would have really dramatic fights in the group chat about idk steve flirting with jonathan (in the chat. nancy was there. they were joking) or something else stupid and then someone would ping robin and she would be like "they are curled up on the couch together with the straightest faces I've ever seen"

#shut up az #steddie #it would go like this #Jonathan would use the gc to ask Nancy if she was on her way to movie night and Steve would be like oh my god Jon are you cheating on me #bc they've all been told 500 times not to use the gc to date and Steve thinks this is funnier than reminding them #and Jonathan plays along like we were always casual Steve I don't know what you expected #Argyle takes Steve's side #so Jonathan pings Eddie like ayo your bf trying to hit???#and Eddie is like [3 paragraphs in iambic pentameter about how heartbroken he is]#and Steve is like [emoji breakdown]#and Dustin is like @robin: update? and Robin is like Eddie is literally on Steve's chest and neither one of them have flinched #theyre not laughing either just typing furiously #the bit is not a laughing matter #idk why I've decided Steve is even more dedicated to the bit than Eddie #it just feels right

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mabelmidnight-takeover · 2 years

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someone on tiktok just confirmed another byler scene on hoppers cabin and im sorry but its so funny to me that everyone else is going through hell having near death experiences over and over and then we have jargyle high as shit and byler going through their tenth heart-to-heart talk of the season across the country

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers #byler #i know they're doing so much more than getting high and shit #but steve is getting his flesh eaten off by demon bats and jonathan and argyle are going through existencial crisis while byler drinks soda #they're not the same

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eskawrites · 1 year

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sometimes i still think about the fact that nancy is one of the most powerful, plot-critical characters in stranger things, and how she has led her own arc every single season--from driving the search for barb to taking down the lab to figuring out the flayed to being a fucking general by the end of season 4. and about how she was taking care of the kids during the last half of s3 and how she was the leader of the hawkins group in s4. like, i really cannot emphasize that enough. once the main character with superpowers and the actual war veteran chief of police are out of town, nancy is the unquestionable leader. the person everyone turns to without thinking twice. i’m serious. nancy is a teenage girl who has her every move questioned and doubted and still the only people more powerful than her in the show are a girl with superpowers and a war vet.

and when danger--physical danger--shows up, she doesn’t fucking hesitate. she’s diving straight into the upside down. she’s leading the older group to safety again. she’s shoving aside the 5 different traumatic experiences she just witnessed to put together a multi-step military operation and she’s taking point to go shove a shotgun in vecna’s face. and yeah, they end up not being alone when they face vecna because el is there, but nancy doesn’t know that. she’s fully intending on going to kill an adult man who has control over an entire dimension and has been murdering people with his mind, even though she has no backup, no superpowered el, no hopper and his government contacts, nothing.

and yet.

AND YET

the vast majority of natalia dyer’s press for s4 was about a love triangle. and i get it, a lot of interviewers can’t get away with not asking those questions, but you know what else you could ask about? nancy’s growth over the last 4 seasons. how it felt being the leader of the hawkins gang. how she thinks nancy feels after losing another friend. what was running through her head when vecna had her. what her thoughts are regarding nancy’s plan, or what’s going through her head during that final scene when she’s *checks notes* standing behind the show’s protagonist and looking at The Plot as it rises from the ground.

or, i don’t know, ask her what it’s like being the person handling guns on set. what those upside down night shoots were like. what her thoughts are on nancy’s choice of college! what she thinks about the perm! for fuck’s sake there are only a thousand different questions that would’ve been far more interesting or at least personal to her character. but no. every interview boils down to team steve or team jonathan, as if a tired, already resolved love triangle is anywhere near as interesting as literally any other part of her character

#we're raging tonight lads natalia dyer deserved BETTER #can you imagine watching stranger things season 4 and getting the chance to interview one of the MOST CRITICAL CHARACTERS #and then asking her about this tertiary cliche plot line that you know she can't answer anyway #can you imagine #nancy wheeler #stranger things #natalia dyer #she deserves betterrrrrr #tbh i fully believe we got as much ronance content as we did just bc it was more interesting to talk about than jonathan vs steve #and i can't blame her for that!#i'd be talking about it too even if i didn't ship it #bc at least then you don't have to talk about which of her mediocre relationships she's gonna revive #give nancy wheeler (and natalia dyer) a break ffs #at this point i think we should get single nancy just out of spite

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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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platonic soulmates eddie and nancy getting high and steve being Responsible; ty for the help @spectrum-spectre and @username-i-guess <3

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The door swings open a few seconds after Steve knocks hard. (Probably a little too hard given the time of night, but someone down the road from Eddie’s trailer is playing music that Steve would be able to sing along to if he knew the words, so he didn’t worry about it.)

Nancy’s hair is frizzy, and her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glassy and red. A smile is teasing at her lips. Steve’s stomach twists as he looks at her. She’s wearing a Slayer t-shirt, wrinkled and too big for her, falling to her knees and hiding whether or not she’s wearing shorts underneath.

“What the hell’s going on?” Steve asks sharply. It’s cold out, and it’s late, and the last thing he was expecting while staring at the ceiling was to hear Nancy’s voice over the phone, sluggishly telling him to come over to Eddie’s as soon as possible. (And if Nancy is telling him something so pressing, of course he’s going to listen.) But as she grins up at him, flushed and sleepy-looking, he wonders why the fuck she’d invite him over for this. Which is something he really never would have seen coming. Nancy and Eddie.

“We’re high,” she says, and he blinks.

“You’re…”

“He’s higher than me,” she says, and Steve’s never heard her voice like this, mumbly and slow and almost childish. Her lashes flutter as she blinks, gesturing with a lazy hand. “But ‘m also high. But you’re not.”

Confusion tangles with frustration in Steve’s chest, and she can see it on his face as he looks her up and down again, his eyes skimming deftly over her bare legs and Eddie’s fucking t-shirt and her tangled, frizzy hair.

“We didn’t fuck, Steve,” she says too loudly, looking at him like he’s being ridiculous, and he splutters out, “You can’t— You can’t blame me for thinking that!”

“Oh my god,” she says, exasperated, and he huffs.

“Why am I here? It’s like three in the morning.”

“Look,” she says, looking at the ground, holding a hand up. “I made brownies. We had one each, and then we shared two blunts, and then Eddie got hungry and forgot there’s pot in the brownies. And now he’s too high.”

“You made… pot brownies,” he says slowly, his mind reeling. Her expression changes, shifting into a terrifying combination of annoyance and frustration.

“Focus, Steve,” she says loudly. “He’s too high. I’m too high to help him.”

“Why’d you call me?”

“You’re, like— the mom!” she says, tossing a hand in his direction, gesturing aimlessly.

“Wha— Why?”

“You were a lifeguard.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“What, would rather I call Mike?” she asks, throwing a hand again.

“Why are you shit-talking your little brother?”

“Everyone else does.”

“That’s why you shouldn’t, he’s your brother.”

“Steve,” she almost shouts. “You’re not focussing.”

“Oh my god,” he says, exasperated, trying to push past her. “Where is he?”

“Sofa,” she says, pushing the door open further and moving aside so he can come in. “I can’t move him, he’s too heavy.”

Steve steps inside. The smell of weed hits him hard, and he holds back another Oh my god.

Eddie is laying on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling blankly, his eyes glazed over and unblinking. One of his arms is up against the back of the sofa and the other is hanging down, his fingertips brushing the ground.

“Eds,” Steve says, crouching by the sofa and nudging his shoulder. “You in there?”

Eddie stares at the ceiling, silent for a moment before, “…Steve?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“…Where are you?” Eddie asks lightly, his eyes searching the ceiling like he’s going to find Steve on it.

“Turn your head,” Steve says, begrudgingly amused as Eddie turns his head slowly to face the back of the sofa. “Other way, Eddie.”

Eddie’s bloodshot eyes widen when they find Steve, and Steve suppresses a smile as Eddie breathes, “Wow.”

“How you feel?” Steve asks softly.

“Goo-o-o-od,” Eddie slurs, grinning deliriously. “Nancy’s a baker.”

“Is she,” Steve says dryly.

“Mm. Nancy baker. Good ass baker. I’m a baker. I’m baked. Steve, I’m baked.” He giggles, his whole face lighting up, eyes squeezing shut as his cheeks squish up, the lines in his skin deepening beautifully.

Nancy is giggling behind Steve, and without turning to look at her, he calls, “Nancy, don’t you touch those brownies.”

There’s a moment of silence, except for Eddie’s giggling, and then she huffs and there’s a clatter of a knife on the counter.

“Mom,” she calls back, and he rolls his eyes.

“Steve,” Eddie stage-whispers. “Do you wanna bake?”

Steve blinks at him.

“No, Eddie,” he says calmly. “No, I don’t.”

“But it’s so fun-n-n…”

“I know, Eds, but someone’s gotta keep you in check.”

“‘S nice of you, Stevie.”

“Eddie!” Nancy calls from the kitchen, and Eddie beams at the sound of her voice, his eyes closing as he lifts his chin and says her name back. “Steve thought we fucked.”

“Nancy,” Steve snaps, looking at her with wide eyes as Eddie gasps dramatically.

“I would never,” Eddie says loudly. “Nancy Baker is a beautiful woman, but she is not my type, ‘m afraid.”

“Nancy Baker,” Steve repeats under his breath, turning back to Eddie as Nancy laughs in a way Steve’s never heard her laugh, open and loud and childish.

“Why?” Nancy says, her voice teasing. “Why am I not your type, Eds?”

“You be quiet,” he says to the ceiling, closing his eyes, his face red.

“Tell him!”

“No.”

“You can tell him!”

“I’m not gonna,” Eddie sings loudly.

Steve huffs.

“Nance, leave him alone,” he says. “Eddie, you don’t have to tell me anything.”

“Eddie,” Nancy sings back, ignoring Steve. “Tell him!”

“I am not telling Steve Harrington I’m gay, Nancy.”

Steve’s breath catches in his throat, and Nancy claps a hand over her mouth.

“You said it,” she says gleefully after a moment as Steve stares at Eddie, his stomach fluttering, because Eddie’s gay. Because he didn’t want to tell Steve.

“I didn’t tell Steve, I told you.”

“Steve is in the room, you dumbass.”

A few seconds pass before Eddie’s eyes widen at the ceiling, and his face flushes darker, and he looks at Steve, his eyes shining with a fear that Steve fucking hates.

“It’s okay,” Steve says quickly even though he’s still reeling. “It’s cool, Eddie, I don’t— I don’t have a problem with it.”

Eddie blinks at him.

“It’s okay,” Steve says again, nodding. “‘S fine.”

“I told you,” Nancy says from the kitchen.

Eddie rolls onto his side, hiding his face with his hair, groaning, and Steve takes a moment, lowering his head to the sofa cushion and exhaling shakily. He can feel Nancy watching him, but he can’t even bring himself to care.

“Okay,” he says after taking another deep breath. “Bedtime, Eds, come on.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Come on, Wayne’s gonna be here in a few hours,” Steve says. “He doesn’t wanna sleep in your bed.”

“…You know Wayne’s schedule?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “Of course.”

Eddie is quiet, still hiding from Steve.

“Eddie, get up."

“Can’t move,” Eddie mumbles into the sofa.

Steve sighs, rubbing his cheek as Nancy snickers.

“Come on,” he says, standing and wincing as his knees pop, tugging at Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie just groans loudly, and Steve sighs again. “I’m gonna help you, Eds, c’mere.”

He leans down and picks up Eddie’s arm, pulling him up so he’s standing, and he’s heavy on Steve as Steve wraps an arm around his waist. He’s soft.

Steve stumbles down the hall with Eddie, whose head falls forward as he groans, his hair hiding his face, and Steve calls to Nancy to not touch the brownies. He smiles when he hears her blow a raspberry at him.

“Oh no,” Eddie says when they sway together, and Steve stops before the doorway of his bedroom.

“You feel sick?”

Eddie stares wide-eyed at the floor, unblinking, unmoving.

“Eds?”

Eddie hums quietly, standing still before his head turns in Steve’s direction slowly, his eyes following behind after a moment.

“You gonna be sick?” Steve asks when he doesn’t say anything.

“…No.”

“You okay?”

Eddie exhales, his glassy eyes skimming over Steve’s face.

“Yeah,” he breathes.

“Bed,” Steve says. “Come on.”

“‘M coming…” Eddie mumbles, and then he giggles. “Coming.”

“Jesus,” Steve mutters, his cheeks flushing.

He gets Eddie into his room and into bed, carefully lowering him so he doesn’t flop, and Eddie writhes, pushing his face into his pillow. The room is dark, lit up by the hall, and Steve flicks on a lamp.

“Where’s Nancy?” Eddie says, his voice muffled by his pillow. “Nancy. ‘S a pretty name. Nancy Wheeler Baker. Nancy. N’ncy…”

Steve gets up to call Nancy’s name down the hall, and she appears after a moment, after flicking off the lights in the living room.

She climbs onto the bed next to Eddie as Steve watches. Eddie wraps an arm around Nancy’s waist, hugging her and grinning as she looks down at him, poking his cheek.

“Edward…”

“Nancelot,” he slurs, and Steve scoffs, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty lady.”

“You are so high,” she says, emphasising every word with a poke to the tip of Eddie’s nose.

“You make good brownies,” he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as she keeps poking his nose. “Chef Nancelot.”

“It was a box mix,” Nancy giggles, leaning over his head as he snorts.

“But I could taste your lo-o-o-ove…”

She snorts, snickering and running her hand over his face.

“Are you guys set?” Steve asks, still watching from where he’s leaning against the doorframe. “Am I free?”

“Don’t go,” Nancy says, whining, reaching out and making grabby hands at him as Eddie groans. “Sleepover.”

He stares for a moment, hesitating, and then Eddie says his name, dragging it out dramatically, desperately.

“Stevie-e-e-e…”

Steve sighs, glancing at the dark window, and he gives in, kicking his shoes off as Nancy cheers, clapping happily. He climbs onto Eddie’s bed on his other side.

They’re all too close, Eddie laying partially on top of Nancy’s legs, and Steve leans against the wall next to Nancy, their shoulders almost touching.

Eddie rolls over, against Steve’s legs, and Steve looks at him. His eyes are closed, his lips curved into a happy smile, and Steve can’t help but reach down to the top of his head that’s at Steve’s waist. His hair is messy, tangled, and Steve pushes his fingers into it. Eddie hums.

“Didn’t know you guys were so close,” he says softly to Nancy.

“‘S my best friend,” she says lightly. “You know… your whole thing with Robin?”

“Platonic with a capital P,” Steve says softly.

“Mhmm. ‘S Eddie and me.”

“Soulmates?” Steve says softly. Nancy nods, smiling. “Never would’ve thought.”

She giggles quietly, scrunching her nose.

“Valedictorian and super-super senior.”

“Mhmm.”

“Eddie Munson,” she sings softly, reaching to play with the end of one of Eddie’s curls. Eddie is still smiling, head tilted up into Steve’s hand, and Steve can’t tell if he’s asleep or not.

“Eddie Munson,” Steve repeats like he’s agreeing.

“Never would’ve thought,” Nancy says quietly, almost pointedly, giving Steve a look.

“Thought what?”

Her gaze lowers to his hand in Eddie’s hair, eyebrows raised, and she reaches out to poke the back of it. (Nancy pokes a lot when she’s high, apparently.)

“I’m just…” Steve trails off, unable to find an excuse, and his cheeks flush.

“‘S cool,” she says lightly.

They’re quiet.

Steve listens to Eddie breathe, and as he scratches at his scalp gently, he thinks he doesn’t mind that Nancy called him as much as he did when he arrived.

“Steve,” Nancy says quietly after a while, after shifting and slumping against the wall. She’s resting her arm across Eddie’s chest.

“Yeah,” Steve whispers.

“…You’re too hard on yourself, you know that?”

He blinks, his eyes looking across the room at the mess of posters that are covering Eddie’s wall.

“Oh,” he says.

“You, like…” She sighs heavily. “You’re not… the same. But you keep all that guilt inside you. And you… act like you’re this whole new person, this… this nice guy. But you’re still a bully.”

His chest clenches, and he looks at her, his eyes burning.

“Because you’re so mean to yourself,” she adds after a moment. “I think… there’s a little part of King Steve still inside you, you… beat the shit out of him every day.” She’s mumbling, talking so softly that it’s almost like she’s talking to herself.

“But if you’re— if you’re gonna be Steve Steve, our Steve, the— the Steve that’s best friends with a dorky lesbian and a fourteen-year-old nerd, you gotta… forgive yourself. Let King Steve go.”

Steve blinks tears back, swallowing thickly, exhaling shakily, because she’s right. King Steve lives inside him, like he’s hiding in his ribcage, and Steve won’t leave him alone. He torments him, bullies him. Even though King Steve is just a kid, just a scared, lonely kid without a clue about what or who he is. Even though Steve knows King Steve was pretending the whole time. Lying. Wearing a false crown.

“…You know about Robin?” he asks weakly, his voice wobbly, and Nancy smiles a little bit.

“I know well.”

He looks over at her, and she looks up at him, seeing the confusion in his watery eyes.

“Like recognizes like,” she says softly.

Oh.

His lips twitch into a smile, and she grins.

“Who would’ve thought?” Steve murmurs.

Nancy smiles so brightly that her eyes squeeze shut, and she leans so her head is resting on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve tilts his head to rest on hers.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t love you like I was supposed to,” Nancy says after a while, her voice soft.

“You weren’t supposed to love me, Nance,” Steve says, closing his eyes. “You can’t… You can’t make yourself love someone just because you think you have to. It’s okay.”

“I wanted to,” she whispers.

“It’s okay,” he says again.

She’s quiet again, and he thinks she’s fallen asleep until she speaks again.

“I do love you,” she says quietly. “Just… platonically.”

“With a capital P,” Steve murmurs, and he can practically sense her smile.

“Yeah.”

“‘S cool, Nance,” he says softly. “I love you too.”

He drifts off as she falls asleep, feeling her head become heavier on his shoulder, and at some point they both shift in discomfort on the wall, sitting up straight and groaning quietly. They glance at each other in the dark lighting of the room, and Nancy shifts to lie down on the bed next to Eddie, wrapping her arm around him and sighing. Steve follows, moving slowly so Eddie can shift with him, still laying on top of him on the small mattress.

Steve falls asleep.

He wakes up to Eddie climbing on top of him, and he winces, cracking his eyes open to squint in the bright sunlight that’s shining through the room. Eddie’s legs wrap around his hips and he buries his face in Steve’s neck as he sighs, and Nancy shifts closer to Steve in her sleep.

Steve sets a hand across Eddie’s back, holding him, and Nancy finds Steve’s other arm before he can wrap it around Eddie, hugging it to herself and nuzzling into his shoulder. Steve smiles.

Eddie rubs his face into Steve’s neck again, taking a deep breath, and then he lifts his head, his body tightening and trembling for a moment.

He’s squinting when he looks down at Steve, brows furrowed adorably. He blinks blankly at Steve, whose smile widens.

“You still high?” Steve asks softly.

Eddie stares for a moment before his lips curve into a smile, and he shrugs.

“‘M on top of Steve Harrington in my bed,” he says, his voice rough. “Might be.”

Steve laughs lightly, closing his eyes. Eddie shifts to touch his face, poking his cheek and tracing the bridge of his nose and outlining his lips.

“Feels real,” Eddie murmurs.

“‘M real, Eds.”

“‘M gonna go back to sleep,” Eddie mumbles, sticking his face back in Steve’s neck. His breath is warm.

“Okay.”

#in the morning they find wayne eating a brownie and nancy panics but eddie just starts cackling #wayne assumed they were pot brownies bc he could smell the weed still and he just went for it #nancy is a lesbian in this #steve and jonny were comphet <3 #shes broken up w jonathan but theyre still friends ofc #anyway this was fun #got a lot more emo than i was expecting #steddie #steddie one shot #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #platonic stancy #nancy and eddie #do they have a ship name (thats not rly a ship name bc its platonic obv but) idk #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington one shot #eddie munson one shot #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler one shot #random disclaimer ive never actually been high nor have i need around ppl that are high #i fully made all this up idk how weed works in any form #i once accidentally got a little high bc i didn't open the windows while doing an oil painting #and when i describe being dissociated/derealization and whatnot i get told it sounds like being high a lot so i just use that #this is diff from the anaesthesia bc i feel like that's more loopy than weed high #but who knows i could be talking out of my ass rn #anyway high eddie is fun #i think high steve might be fun too i just need a prompt 👀

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highlyincorrect · 1 year

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Murray is the most dynamic ship-accelerator in Stranger things and I don’t think we’re all taking advantage of it

Byler? Murray would raise one eyebrow and it’d be over. Jargyle? Done and dusted with one pep talk. Ronance? They’ve already been set up on a candle light dinner.

But don’t get me started on Steddie. Murray would take one look at the two of them just minding their own business, sigh heavily and shoo the others out of the room, telling Joyce “I just need a minute. Ten tops.”

Eddie and Steve emerge from the living room fifteen minutes later as boyfriends and they have no idea how it happened. Murray follows behind them, with a slurpee and a smug grin

#put any ship in a locked room with Murray and see what happens #I relate to his character more than anyone else in the show #and I love him more than anyone #stranger things #steddie #ronance #byler #jargyle #steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers #argyle #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #mike wheeler #will byers #murray gold #stranger things analysis #stranger things fics

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dontcallmeeds · 1 year

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I saw a twitter thread that was giving reasons for Nancy Wheeler being a lesbian and I gotta say, I agree. At least that Nancy is NOT straight. The way she interacts with Barb….dude, do you know how many of the stairs conversations (from season one before Barb disappears) I’ve had with friends who were secretly seeing me??? The whole “this isn’t you” after Nancy lies about where she’s going and the way she reacts with her facial expressions…..bro, they’ve kissed before. This has been said a million times here and otherwise since season one.

But with the level of grief and guilt she goes through in season two, I’m seeing that right now in myself as someone who just had one of their best friends pass away suddenly who was also an ex. The whole “bullshit” Stancy Halloween fight could be chalked up to grief and liking Jonathan sure, but I think it’s way more than that. I think she’s calling everything bullshit including herself because she lost the one person who saw her, someone she loved more than just platonically.

Then season three is mostly just her fighting with Jonathan if you really think about it, because she wants to be more than just a sandwich girl at Hawkins Post. Someone Barb would be proud of. We only see her really happy with Jonathan in season three when they wake up late and she sneaks out and the soft moment they have at the end when he’s leaving. Other than that they’re either fighting with each other or fighting monsters. Robin calls her a “priss,” but before Steve she was just kind of a…nerd. Like Robin. Maybe they ran in the same circles? We know they don’t know each other in person, at least Nancy doesn’t know HER.

FOLLOW ME HERE: What if Robin knew Barb?? What if Barb confided in her that she had feelings for Nancy, but that Nancy was dating Steve and we know how hard Robin goes for her friends so she just made this assumption that Nancy is a priss????

Then season four of course, we see Nancy not going to California. She’s frustrated that Jonathan wouldn’t be coming and she stayed for the basketball game for her front page news right?? Why didn’t she take another flight hmmm??? And we think she’s jealous of Robin, but what if she was jealous of Steve??? Because we don’t really have indication that Steve and Nancy have spent much time around each other since summer ‘85…but Robin and Nancy go to school together. Robin is in band which means they’re in the same room *hypothetically* for the important games that Nancy needs to document. We don’t know how many games Steve went to besides the one, he could’ve been working on some of those games or on dates. So ipso facto, Robin and Nancy have (probably) been in the same room more than Steve and Nancy….why would she suddenly be jealous of ROBIN???

And you can see her genuinely enjoying being around Robin after her monologue at the psych ward when she was being “annoyed” and “on edge” with her before that. I don’t see that as “oh well she started considering her a friend” I think she had a crush, she was on edge because she had lost Barb and didn’t want to feel that way about another girl. But the monologue relaxes her because she realized Robin is just as unhinged as she is, but in a different way. Because Nancy Wheeler is IMPULSIVE. She’s smarter than hell, but she is so careless with her own safety.

Also every time the Bylers shippers contrast the Wheeler siblings really they’re just giving us Nancy Wheeler is gay proof too. Because look at their similar behaviors. They fight and bicker in a way that says “i know what you are, NO I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE”

NOT VERY STRAIGHT IF YOU ASK ME.

Also, while I now understand my attraction to men is because I was a queer trans dude the entire time, I used to think it was comphet. But everything I feel about men is different than the way Nancy feels about men. It feels forced, it feels like she thinks she HAS to have a boyfriend and HAS to force a real connection with them. COMP. MOTHERFUCKIN. HET.

In conclusion, for the love of god, let Nancy Wheeler kiss girls. Natalia wants it, the fans want it. Give us a SMOOCH.

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qprstobin · 1 year

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I know people love to make Eddie the coparent to Steve, but let's be real, the og parent of the party was Jonathan and then Steve became his coparent.

#jonathan byers #listennm we as a fandom tbh need to acknowledge that jonathan is way more overbearing than steve #steve is more manic in his worry i think but jonathan is the one who would be lecturing thrm on language and shit #no to recreate the nucleur family but like if ur gonna assign someone mom and dad roles #jon is the mom and steve is the dad #should i also tag this as stonathan #stonathan #steve #jonathan #stranger things

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throttlegainwell · 2 months

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Have I mentioned how much it haunts me that that guy calls Will "Lonnie's boy" when Lonnie has been gone for four years, has a shitty reputation, and the town obviously has at least some awareness of what went on in that house (though zero compassion for it)? MEANWHILE Joyce has been there all along working her ass off and as involved in Will's life as she's able to be (which, granted, isn't as much as she'd like, but is obviously way more than Lonnie ever was). It's Joyce in Hawkins, distraught and losing her mind with worry and desperate to find him. They probably see Joyce reasonably frequently, when they pop into Melvald's or when she goes on an errand; they probably haven't seen Lonnie in years.

But that's Lonnie's boy.

#and i get why he's well-received at the funeral #even by characters who probably have more awareness of the damage he did to his family #like karen #what's she gonna do--not hug this guy who just lost a child?#she knows how terrible he was for his family even if she doesn't have details #(though i think she knew more than most)#but she has children and just saw one of her worst nightmares come to pass #of course she hugs him she's compassionate #i've snuck it into fics and i'll probably sneak it in again #because it really bugs me that much #tbh i didn't get the impression that hawkins thinks that badly of lonnie #like steve's parents probably talk shit but they're probably talking shit about everyone #like i get it that's just some dude and he probably doesn't really know joyce & maybe he's just got a very patriarchal way of looking at it #but lonnie didn't want will and joyce does #lonnie wasn't there and joyce IS #like let's be real even when lonnie was there will was never lonnie's boy #jonathan maybe but that's another distressing subject to ponder another time

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vanweezer · 2 years

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some stonathan week prompts that i did the week after stonathan week ! im a mess !

prompts: sharing clothes | vampire/werewolf | rival bands | teacher & parent | height difference

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ariesbilly · 10 months

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flattery will get him everywhere

#billy hargrove #byergrove #billy x jonathan #every time i see anti nonsense now i WILL make more of these posts #youve only brought this upon yourselves #also my fic anon who talked about jonathan having a bigger dick than steve... i think about you ever day #i think maybe someone else brought it up or maybe i did lmao but the little ficlet i got in return... stayed with me

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xirayn · 11 months

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Stonathan prompt from @atmilliways:

Jonathan knows the camera that Nancy gave him was actually from Steve because he was wistfully peering into the Radio Shack or whatever one day and saw Steve buying it, then recognized it when Will unwrapped it.

Jonathan smiles when Will holds up the camera he unwrapped. His eyes go to the Wheeler house. The smile isn't for Nancy, though, because he saw Steve purchase it during one of the many times he allowed himself a longing glance through the window. At the time, Jonathan had been furious. Even if Steve was slowly winning him over, the sight of him so easily getting what Jonathan wanted made him tempted to punch the guy all over again. And if the 'gift' had been given by Steve, Jonathan would have continued to be furious because even if it was replacing what Steve broke, it would be a flaunt of wealth and what a good guy he was now. At least with Nancy giving it, the flaunt was just for her.

A part of him wishes it was for him; that Steve had come back into the house for him. Steve doesn't want to impress him, though, he wants to impress Nancy and the taste of that bitter pill stays with Jonathan for a year.

"Name," Murray demands.

"Steve," Jonathan answers.

"Steve," Murray mocks, "we like Steve."

Jonathan thinks 'we do' because the last year has seen Steve lingering like a stray dog that was fed once then never left. He finds Jonathan at school or invites him to hang out. They talk, mostly about nothing and occasionally about something. Their asshole fathers is a common trauma to bond over. All the while, Jonathan waits for Steve to take credit for the camera, to demand praise and recognition.

Then the moment he and Nancy are behind closed doors, kissing and headed for the bed, Jonathan is struck by the thought he wants it to be Steve. That is what made him kiss Nancy in the first place. A last grasp at denial since it should be her. He could make it her, pretend the love he felt for her wasn't platonic, but that wasn't fair to either of them.

"What about Steve?" he asks and she looks embarrassed. Ashamed.

"We broke up," she admits. "At least, I think we did? He said he was done with my bullshit. Maybe it was just a fight. I-" She looks small and conflicted. Jonathan wraps her in his arms and she cries herself to sleep.

Later, after Will is safe and the portal is closed, Nancy whispers to Jonathan as they drive back to the house, "He told me to go with you."

Jonathan's chest aches. He adjusts his grip on the steering wheel; glances in the rearview mirror to his mom cradling his brother. He'd fallen apart as the infection was burned from his little brother. Nancy was the only thing that kept him together, and the reason he had her there was Steve.

"What happened to your face?" Jonathan asks when they are all back together. A flurry of explanation comes from Will's friends. He stops them then drags Steve to the bathroom to get him properly fixed up. Out in the living room, he hears Hopper organizing getting the kids home with Nancy.

"I've had a hell of a day, Byers," Steve slurs. He hisses at the sting of the rubbing alcohol. His eyes start to close.

"I know you gave me the camera," Jonathan says because it's the first thing he can think of to keep Steve awake now that the adrenaline has worn off. "Last Christmas."

Steve mumbles something. It takes Jonathan a moment to realize he's singing.

"Are you singing 'Father Christmas'?"

"Mmhmm."

"Okay, we should get you to the hospital."

"I'm good."

"You aren't."

"Give all the toys," Steve more rambles than sings, "to the little rich boys."

"Yeah, I get it. Come on." Jonathan slides his arm around Steve to haul him to his feet. "You probably need stitches, anyway."

He risks leaving Steve standing in the hallway to check on his mom and Will. His mother barely looks at him when he tells her he's taking Steve to the hospital, too emotionally and physically exhausted to do more than hold Will as he sleeps. He might join her once he feels Steve isn't at risk of dying in his sleep.

"So the camera," he tries again in the car to keep Steve talking.

"I broke your camera so I bought you a new one," Steve states with a shrug. "I didn't want it to be just a replacement to you, though. I wanted it to feel like something special."

"So you had Nancy give it to me."

Steve humms an affirmation. "I knew we weren't friends."

"We are now," Jonathan ventures. He chances a look over at Steve and catches hazel eyes staring at him. "What?"

"Thinking."

"About?"

"You."

Jonathan frowns. "What about me?"

"That now would be when I'd ask you out if you were a girl. I'd say 'we could be more' and you would blush- Yeah, like that."

The frown deepens. Jonathan feels the heat of the blush Steve just called out spreading across his cheeks. "Why?"

"Because you're you." Steve's eyes close so Jonathan pinches his arm. They're almost there.

"What do you mean?"

"That I like you," Steve explains with a tired smile. He blinks too slow. "You're, like, insightful and have a cute kind of sarcastic humor and are hot in a Mary Ann way."

"But only if I was a girl." It hurts a little, but isn't anything Jonathan didn't know. He's just glad Steve is still awake and talking. Just a few more blocks.

"Or if it was okay that you're a boy."

That throws Jonathan for a loop. He understands what Steve means. 'I've always thought you were a queer' plays through his mind along with all the other homophobia baked into this town. There is also genuine hurt in Steve's voice, like he's mourning that he can't just ask Jonathan out.

Fuck that.

"It's okay with me," Jonathan states. He can feel Steve's eyes on him. An inhale gathers Jonathan's thoughts. "So if after you aren't suffering from a head injury, you still want to ask me out, I'll say yes. If not, well, I guess this conversation didn't happen."

Steve is quiet and Jonathan would be worried if they weren't pulling up to the ER. Neither of them say anything as Steve checks in. Then Jonathan is back home without time to think about their conversation because his mother and brother need him. He takes the week off from school to take care of Will because his mom doesn't even get time to grieve before she's back to worm. Bob was just her boyfriend, afterall, and the only thing they do get is another meal train organized by Nancy Wheeler. The casseroles are all the same recipes from when Will went missing.

Jonathan hates how strongly scent is tied to memory.

There is a knock at the door. Jonathan is expecting another tuna or chicken or insert ingredient here surprise, but it's Steve. He holds out a box of film.

"I thought you would like it more than flowers," he says and Jonathan can't think of anything to say so he just takes the box, eyes remaining on Steve.

"Anyway," Steve continues after clearing his throat, "you want to go out sometime?"

A smile forms slowly on Jonathan's lips. "Sounds like a date."

#stonathan #this ended up longer than I expected #send me more prompts #jonathan byers #steve harrington #stranger things

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