#one of these tags is just a steddie blog i love.... and they reblogged part 1

[stevebabey]

no one asked but this is the post that inspired this! thank u immensely for the luv <3 number 1 comment was wondering what steve’s bids were & from his pov, so without further ado...enjoy — part one here!

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Begrudgingly, Eddie has to admit that Robin might be right.

It’s impossible not to be looking for the bids since he brought them up to her. Even though Eddie was fully expecting to tell Robin to suck it, maybe even wager what little money he had against this working out, Eddie can’t help but watch for them in every interaction. And fuck, she’s right.

They’re little, but they’re there.

The first one Eddie would’ve missed if he wasn’t looking for it. Actually, that’s a lie; Eddie does miss it, until Robin points it out, the nosy bitch. It’s minuscule and honestly, it just seems like Steve asking his opinion — which friends do all the time! It’s why Eddie brushes right over it.

“Okay, be honest,“ Steve had said, walking and talking as he entered the living room where Robin and Eddie were sprawled across the couches. They were both waiting on him, the three of them set on heading out to the drive-in to catch a film.

Eddie can’t fathom why Steve felt the need to change his outfit for it, but when he returns, he gets it. It’s not quite the usual polo Eddie had grown to like on Steve, this one hanging a little looser, the colour a bit darker than Steve’s usual choice, the sleeves a little shorter — almost midway to a muscle tee.

Steve’s fingers fiddle with the distressed collar of the shirt, smoothing invisible wrinkles and fussing over nothing. He swishes back his floppy hair with a flick of his head. “It’s a new shirt, I know it’s a little different - but what do we think?”

He says we but he’s looking at Eddie.

Eddie, who has taken to trying to reel in his gawp because what the fuck Steve? It’s like he’s well aware of what drives Eddie insane and has specifically leaned into it. Some evil goblin in Eddie’s brain whispers think how good he’d look in your shirt and he squashes it, giving a visible twitch to shut down that train of thought.

From the other couch, Robin clears her throat loudly and smiles sweetly at her best friend. “It looks great, Steve.”

It’s sincere and Steve’s mouth tugs up, nearly a smile but his gaze fast-tracks back to Eddie. Eddie nods in agreement, a bit sluggish from his distracting thoughts and god dammit, the extra exposed skin of Steve’s arms are so not helping. “Yeah, looks... looks good, man.”

Steve smiles, lips pressed together but his shoulders curl in just a bit, deflating just a tad. From where Steve can’t see her, Robin waves her hands wildly and catches Eddie’s attention. He watches as she gestures wildly and it takes a moment to realise what’s she mouthing — ‘A bid! That’s a bid, you idiot!’

Oh fuck, Eddie thinks. Cos it totally was; the question, the focus on Eddie. He doesn’t even think about the logistics of it, of the fact Robin was right, just jumps right into picking up the bid.

“You trying a new style?” Eddie asks and then thanks whatever god invented the whole fake-it-to-you-make-it schtick because he’s feeling so far from casual or confident. “Going metal on me, big boy?”

Eddie just manages to catch the grin that breaks across Steve’s face as he turns away, giving a scoff — it comes out too soft though, giving away his complete lack of annoyance. He pulls that usual Steve Harrington pose, hands sliding onto his hips, and screws his face into some melted smiley-grimace. “Shut up, Munson.”

Eddie grins and goads on the blush that’s beginning on Steve’s neck, a glorious tinged pink colour. “If this shirt is any indication, you’d pull it off just fine.”

Eddie watches the blush climb higher as Steve ignores the comment, his smile still giving him away. He grabs his coat and pats down his jeans — ridiculous tight acid wash jeans that Eddie hates he’s somehow become attracted to — ensuring he has his keys and wallet. Once assured, he looks up at his two friends again, brows raised, and says, “Ready to rock and roll?”

That comment alone has Eddie seriously reconsidering his type in men.

There’s only a brief moment to talk about it when Eddie and Robin cajole Steve into going and getting them both popcorn to get a moment alone. Steve had scoffed, face twitching in the way it did whenever he tried to hold back a bitchy comment, but he still stomped off in the direction of the snack stand.

The moment he’s out of earshot, both voices explode in the back of Eddie’s van.

“What did I say—”

“Jesus H Christ, you were right—”

“Literally how many times do I have—”

“Oh my god, you were right—”

“ —before you realise I’m always—”

“Robin.” He cuts her off, hands landing on her shoulders. Robin eyes them warily, lips still parted from how her rant had been cut off. “Robin, I’m gonna kill you.”

“What?” Robin’s nose scrunches up. “What the hell are you—”

“Oh Christ, I can’t believe- how long have you noticed those bids?” Eddie’s aware he sounds a bit estranged, eyes probably wide and it doesn’t help when he softly shakes Robin back and forth. She lets herself be shaken, hair flying back in forth. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! You are such a bad gay friend!”

Robin smacks his hands off her shoulders with a frown, her freckly face perturbed at Eddie’s outburst. “Dude, it’s not my fault! May I remind you that until very very recently you were seeing someone else? What difference would it have made?”

Eddie waves his hand, disregarding the point with a shake of his head. His unkempt curls cover his face and Eddie sweeps them back in one motion, “What difference would it have made? Oh my, Jesus—“

Whatever long-winded sentence Eddie was about to spit out is lost by the sound of Steve’s approaching footsteps, effectively shutting both of them up.

Eddie flings himself to the other side of the van, putting an unusual amount of distance between Robin and him like they were being caught doing something they shouldn’t.

Robin frowns at him and gestures wildly with her hands in a way that means what the fuck man? Eddie gestures back, though he’s not entirely sure what his fast hand motions are supposed to mean when Steve rounds the door.

He’s got two buckets of popcorn tucked under each arm and Eddie quickly crosses his arms, tucking his hands into his armpits like his stupid hand motions will somehow give him away. 

Steve looks up, stopping just a way from the edge of the van, and looks at the pair of them. His eyes track from Robin still sitting on one of the old cushions and looking two seconds from burying her face in her hands, across to Eddie. He huffs a laugh and kneels on the edge of the van.

“I know he’s gross Robin,” He begins, tone light, as he holds out one of the buckets for Robin to take. “But c’mon, is the distance really necessary?”

Robin snickers as Eddie makes an appalled noise, both of which make Steve smirk. He holds out the other for Eddie to take and Eddie snatches it, glaring at him over the buttery rim for his comment. Then takes a handful and shovels it in because he can’t think of a witty comment to retaliate. Steve crawls into the van and plops himself between them with a content sigh.

“See? Gross.” He teases, shoving his hand into Eddie’s popcorn bucket to grab a handful. Eddie scowls and chews a little faster when the flavour on his tongue seems to register in his brain.

His eyes stare at the popcorn bucket as he chews, then swallows — up the front of the van, the radio that’s tuned into the correct frequency begins playing the opening credits song as the screen changes. Silence sweeps across the drive-in but despite the sudden hush, Eddie has no qualms about breaking it.

“Sweet n’ salty flavour?” He asks Steve, only half attempting a whisper. Robin shushes him instantly, her focus already on the movie that’s beginning. Steve smiles, looking a bit sheepish beneath the glow of the drive-in screen, but he nods.

“I know you like it.” He whispers with a small shrug of his shoulders. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Fuck, Eddie thinks again and hastily feeds himself another handful of popcorn before he says anything majorly stupid in response to that, like: Oh, amazing- have you noticed the big fat crush I have on you as well?

He doesn’t even need to look at Robin to know she’s smiling, smug as ever.

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Steve, God bless his oblivious little heart, doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.

Steve likes Eddie. Eddie is— god, Eddie is different but he’s good.

He’s this strange amalgamation of traits that Steve can’t comprehend how they fit together in one body or how Eddie manages to pull it all off completely charmingly.

He’s loud, he says rude things, he’s fucking dorky, and far too sweet on the kids — he likes to tease Steve, and yet somehow, when Eddie calls him ‘pretty boy’, Steve knows he’s not actually making fun of him.

Steve likes Eddie, likes his boyishly endearing charm, likes his touchiness towards Steve that no other boy his age is like, likes his messy curls and his ‘holier than thou’ attitude about metal music even though Steve doesn’t get it, like at all. And fuck, Steve really wants Eddie to like him.

It reminds him faintly of when he first started working alongside Robin at Scoops. That thought tickles in the back of his mind, something along the lines of how he had wanted Robin to like him for other reasons, but he doesn’t delve into it.

To Steve, it’s simple: he just wants Eddie to like him.

After the night at the drive-in, between Eddie acting strangely skittish and Robin giving more amused snorts than usual, Steve knows something is up.

He knows they must have discussed something when they sent him on popcorn duty, the bastards. He tries his best to not feel left out; god knows Robin and he have more than a dozen secrets they’ve sworn not to tell anyone but each other.

Besides, Steve trusts Robin to come and tell him if he really needs to know, even if it does worry him a bit. He bites down his anxious thoughts, even trying for a moment to see if there’s a pattern he’s been missing.

That train of thought gets derailed when Steve recalls instead Eddie’s delightful reaction to his new shirt — that Steve definitely hadn’t bought for that specific reason.

Even though Robin had given him that look when he’d first shown it to her — her bright eyes had narrowed, her smile turning a little more coy, and Steve had felt his ears get a little hotter. She hadn’t said anything though, just suggested that he should wear it tomorrow night when they were going out with Eddie.

God, he was glad she suggested it.

Rewinding over Eddie’s parted lips, the way his brown eyes had drank in the details as they trailed up his body and lingered on his arms— Steve had the sudden thought to flex the muscle, just to elicit some reaction, but it had gone out the window at Eddie’s original dismal reaction.

‘Yeah, looks... looks good, man’. Said all aloof, like he hadn’t really thought it. It was like bursting a balloon hidden behind Steve’s ribs, one he wasn’t even aware was there until it was deflating pathetically, making his shoulders sag.

Then— ‘You trying a new style? Going metal on me, big boy?’ And dammit, it’s like Eddie had clocked exactly what calling him ‘big boy’ had done the first time in the Winnebago.

Eddie had then grinned, done another once over of the new shirt, even as Steve pretended to search for his keys and wallet while saying something snarky to try to cover up the heat crawling up his neck. Yet, Steve found himself smiling too because, fuck yes, Eddie liked it too.

But, apparently, whatever Eddie and Robin had discussed wasn’t considered important enough because Robin never brought it up.

The thought and worry about it melt away in Steve’s mind until the memory of that night is about Eddie’s compliment, about his cat-like grin over the popcorn bucket, and how he had leaned over to whisper every bad joke into Steve’s ear all through the movie.

Some of them had been down-right filthy jokes which Eddie only seemed to enjoy more when Steve screwed his face up and nudged Eddie in the ribs, yet unable to hide his smile.

After the third vulgar joke and subsequent nudge, Steve had chided ‘dude’ with a poorly hidden grin. Eddie, smile all cheeky, had nudged him back with a ‘dude’ of his own.

Which, of course, ensued a nudge competition til Robin had given a shush that librarians all over the world would be jealous of. But Steve didn’t even care because he and Eddie were arm to arm, pressed close together and Eddie…didn’t move. Stayed close, like he wanted the closeness the same way Steve did.

Steve only remembers the strange drive-in moment when Robin brings it up finally, on one interesting Saturday night.

It’s not the usual routine; it’s not very often that the whole group gets together to share drinks and get rowdy.

But it was for Robin’s birthday and she’d been persuasive enough to get even the introverts, like Jonathan, to come along. Though, she was aware he’d probably spend the night on a pool lounger, stoned to high heaven. Whatever floats your boat, she’d said, happy for the company in any form.

There’s enough of them there that it almost resembles some sort of party— and makes Steve try not to think about the last small party he threw here. He can tell Nancy notices it too, eyeing the pool a bit too long in a way he’s very familiar with, then taking a swig of beer.

So, Steve heckles them inside — doing a fantastic mothering impression as he waves the group indoors with a promise of pizza, and that has both Jonathan and Argyle perking up and beginning a fast discussion on the best pizza toppings.

Eddie makes a fuss, because of course he does, and moans terribly when Steve tries to roll him off the pool lounger he’s on. He’s had a bit of a joint and some beer, and Steve’s learned that he gets adorably stubborn after some substances.

“Stevie, this is mean,” he had pouted, gripping the edges of the lounger and staring up at Steve with those big brown eyes. “You telling me I did all that bonding with you for nothing? Can’t even lounge by the pool! I’ve got a couch at homeeeee.”

Steve had sent him an amused look of disbelief, hands on his hips after his first round of flicks against Eddie’s arm were apparently fruitless to get him to move. “Really? Didn’t peg you for a gold-digger, Eds.”

Eddie had snorted at that, one hand coming to slap over his mouth. Steve couldn’t quite hear what he had said but the words pegging and anytime slipped through and Steve thinks he could get the gist of that.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” Steve muttered, feeling the tips of his ears turn warm. He didn’t know how Eddie could be such a menace— or why he enjoyed it so much when he was. Steve waved a hand in the direction of the doors, ignoring Eddie’s delighted snickering. “If you go inside now, you can be on music, alright?”

And that had finally got them all indoors, Eddie whooping and skedaddling through the doors in an instant, with a call of ‘no take backsies!’ echoing behind him.

Inside was much cozier, the whole group a little more connected when squished up on the couches together. Eddie had taken Steve’s word and was jamming a cassette into one of the speakers when Steve made it back inside after scouting around the pool for leftover cans and butts to throw out.

He’s just been thinking about what playful jab he could make at Eddie’s music, like Eddie always did to him when Robin hollered at him from the kitchen.

“Steve!” She’d yelled excitedly and he come to find her quick, brows raised as he entered the kitchen. She was grinning, already a bit jumpy as she got when she had a bit of liquor — but apparently not enough because when Steve saw what she’d called him in for, she’d announced, “Tequila shots!”

Which lead to now. A hazy combination of beer, tequila, and a bit of weed, and Steve is feeling good. Robin had managed to hijack the music not too long ago, with a hiccup of ‘it’s my birthday’ that had Eddie surrendering with a pout.

She’d since put on a bit of everything: some Blondie for Nance, Talking Heads for Jonathan, and some Bowie, just so she and Steve could dance along to ‘Magic Dance’ and she could do all the silly little goblin voices that made them both cackle.

Steve realised at some point that Robin was playing their mixtape, the one she’d made for driving in the morning, and nearly tripped stumbling over to her in his excitement. He grabbed her shoulders, not too hard, and squeezed.

“Is it- is this our mixtape?” Steve asked, words slurring only a bit. Robin gleamed, hair bouncing with her excited nod.

“Yes!” She was already dancing, even though the tape was between songs — because she knew what song was coming. “It’s Springsteen time, Steve!”

Right as the drums to Born to Run filtered out the speaker.

And oh, Steve loves Robin so much. He loves having a best friend that knows his favourite song and gets jittery and excited because she knows it’s about to play— that she put it on this mix for him.

“You’re my best friend!” Steve says, the words bursting out like he can’t control them. He doesn’t even feel embarrassed, just happy, just drunk, and overwhelming happy to be able to have this.

And even though Robin knows this, she still beams, feet dancing along and just begins to sing along with the song, “In the days, we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream…”

It’s a brazen drunken performance from the both of them. Steve’s chest is heaving after just one chorus that he’s pretty sure he put his whole soul into and he’s so fucking happy —and it feels like pure instinct to seek out Eddie, his eyes scouring the room for him.

Eddie’s leaned up against the wall, hiding his smile behind a can and Steve doesn’t think twice about it— doesn’t think about why he’s so drawn to Eddie, why he wants to include him in this happiness — just extends his hand out and grins.

Eddie sees the bid coming this time.

Part Three.

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The First Epic Steddie Fic Rec

Y’all, I tried to resist, but it was bound to happen. This fixation will pass, she said. I don’t read enough fic to make it worth it, she said.  I’ll just make the blog to save the username, she said. 

So here I am with my first Steddie fic rec. This is basically gonna be everything I’ve read since I fell into the rabbit hole that is the Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson AO3 tag 😆 (actually gonna do a separate rec for WIPs because this was getting Too Damn Long). Don’t know if I’m gonna be as consistent with this as I am with my other fic rec blog. I guess time will tell ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . Hope you enjoy! Like, reblog and follow for more ! 

Also. Hey. My dudes, my gals, my nonbinary pals. Put your socials in your fics or your ao3 profile for the love of god. If you see anyone here that I haven’t tagged, please @ them! 

Like a Record, Baby by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (PWP | 1,8K | Explicit): Three months after the world doesn't end, a traveling fair hits downtown Hawkins.When Steve and Eddie get stuck at the top of the malfunctioning Ferris wheel, Eddie has an idea for how to pass the time.

birds of a feather flock together by Bundibird/ @bundibird​ (Bi Disaster Steve | 2K | General): "You know," Robin tells Mike, her voice low and calm and soothing. "You can like both girls and boys." Steve jerks in his seat like someone slapped him. "What!?" he splutters, and it comes out as something halfway between a yelp and a squawk.

Wiggle and Flourish by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Fluff | 2K | Mature): Eddie says his bedroom is where the magic happens. Apparently he meant it.

Over The Phone by Trulynae (Modern AU | 2K | Explicit): Steve is sexting a girl and he ends up calling her to say the dirtiest things he could think of.With a mixture of sleepiness and horniness, Steve ended up calling the wrong number but it turns out that it wasn’t so wrong. (Part 1 of Steddie Over The Phone Series)

Ring Your Line by Trulynae (Modern AU | 1,5K | Explicit): Steve can’t stop thinking about the time he accidentally called Eddie and the night was filled with dirty talk.This time he calls Eddie again, but not by mistake. (Part 2 of Steddie Over The Phone Series)

promise me nothing, live 'til we die by MacksDramaticShenanigans/ @stevethehairington (S4E2 | 3K | General): “You’ve seriously never had your first kiss, though?”Eddie snorts. “Why do you sound so disbelieving? Come on, Harrington. I don’t exactly have a long line of suitors winding out my front door, vying for my hand or anything. Nobody wants to swap spit with the local freak. They might catch something.” “I’m not worried about catching anything from you,” Steve says. Eddie tilts his head, perplexed. “Okay… thanks?” Steve shakes his head. “No, I mean, if no one else wants to, I will.” “Will what?” “Kiss you,” Steve says and knocks all the air out of Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s eyes have got to be as big as dinner plates as he blinks at Steve. “What?”

The Hellfire Shirt Incident by god_hates_tyler/ @bisexual-cryptid (Coming Out | 5K | teen): Steve wears Eddie's Hellfire shirt to work after spending the night at his place. When the kids come in to ask him for a favor, they come to the logical conclusion that Steve must have joined Hellfire Club. Steve, at a loss for what to do, confirms their suspicions so he doesn't have to explain that he didn't actually join Hellfire, he and Eddie are just dating.

i swear that i'm not thinkin' 'bout you all the time (just today, yesterday, everyday, and tomorrow night) by the_onionknight (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): Robin and Eddie are sitting on the couch facing each other, talking about dumb shit before Eddie finally asks her what Steve’s deal is. Robin snorts. “I’ve known him almost a year now and your guess is as good as mine.” OR: Eddie's out of the hospital and Steve won't leave him alone. Steve's trying to seduce Eddie through chores.

i'm such a fool for you (you got me wrapped around your finger) by the_onionknight (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): "Nance and I have been in this together since the beginning. But it was never gonna be romantic between us again. I love her and always will, but we’re definitely not meant for each other.” Steve lets out a huff of a laugh. “Besides, I’m striking out with someone else pretty frequently.” He doesn’t know why he says it; the weed and the beers are combining to sabotage him probably. He hears Eddie shift next to him. “King Steve’s lost his touch?” Steve can hear the smirk in Eddie’s voice as he says it. “Oh, I lost it a long time ago,” Steve laughs into the night sky, rubbing a hand across his face. OR: Steve and Eddie are both very dumb and very into each other.

I'll Be Your Captain by plutosrose, yammz (Post-S4, PWP | 6K | Explicit): Or, Robin requests that Steve wear his Scoops Ahoy uniform to her birthday party and Eddie loses his mind.

sloe gin fizzy, do it till you're dizzy by MacksDramaticShenanigans/ @stevethehairington (Post-S4 | 6K | Teen): Steve doesn’t flinch away from the closeness. Just breathes and blinks. And then his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and right back up, so quick that Eddie’s hazy brain would have missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t been anticipating it. Eddie takes it as the invitation it has to be, and slowly, slowly closes the distance. His nose does bump into Steve’s as he enters his space, but he pauses, hesitates with his mouth hovering a hair’s breadth away from Steve’s.He waits for the rejection, for the brutal shove away, for the disgusted “what the fuck man?”. But they don’t come. What does come is Steve’s mouth, pushing forward to press against Eddie’s.

Anything Goes in the Winnebago by ChronicRabbit (Season 4, First Time | 6K | Explicit): “Harrington’s got her. Don’tcha, Big boy?” That’s what Eddie had said to him with that huge shit-eating grin he always seemed to flash after one of his cheeky little jokes. Because it was a joke. There was no reason for Steve’s heart to thud in his chest like it was trying to escape the prison of his ribs. He was so fucked.

Mice Under the Bleachers by ChronicRabbit (Canon Divergent, Pre-S4, PWP | 6K | Explicit): It’s a solid hour since the final bell rang to announce the end of the school day, and yet Eddie Munson is stuck waiting under the bleachers in the empty gym, hoping to snag a ride home with Gareth since his van chose that morning to crap out on him. Still, it’s not all bad. He finally has a moment of privacy away from judgmental stares and scathing insults; a little bit of much needed peace and quiet. That is, until the gym doors slam open and a panicked Steve Harrington is sprinting in, throwing himself under the bleachers and slamming into him like a 5’11” freight train of wiry muscle, expensive cologne, and perfect hair.

Critical Hit by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Pre-S4 | 7K | Explicit): Steve shows up to play DnD. Eddie decides Steve can stay. IF 'King Steve' recognizes the real lord and master of Hellfire.

Falling Off The Edge Of The World by coeurdeleo92 (Post-S4 | 7K | Explicit): Steve is rapidly discovering that Eddie Munson has zero concept of personal space. He isn’t exactly complaining though.

trap and devour by crybaby (PWP, BDSM, Voyeurism | 9K | Explicit): “Shh, sunshine. Not so loud, okay?” The words feel wrong leaving his mouth because it’s the complete opposite of what he wants. He wants Steve loud and unrestrained, openly proclaiming how good Eddie makes him feel. But he doesn’t want his best friend to be alerted to what’s going on behind him and veer off the road in shock. Steve and Eddie fuck in the back of his van while Gareth drives.

Whole Lotta Love by stereobone (Post-S4 | 9K | Explicit): Steve scoffs. "I think if I was dating someone, Robin, I would be the first to know about it." "Would you, though?" Robin says.

i want to hold your hand by MacksDramaticShenanigans (Post-S4 | 14K | General): The film isn’t even on Steve’s radar at this point. He couldn’t say what’s happening anymore, but he doesn’t even care. Forget Geena Davis, forget Jeff Goldblum, Steve can’t stop thinking about Eddie Munson, right there next to him, hand inches away from his own. He’s never wanted to hold somebody’s hand so bad before.

Turn Your Back on Mother Nature by gr0gu/ @scifisblog​ (Season 4 | 17K | Teen): It wasn't supposed to go like this.Steve was supposed to work with Robin at the Family Video, flirt with the many many girls who came to browse the expansive selection of VHSes, go on some dates, and hopefully find The One.It was supposed to be a notably upside-down free year.And, hey, for what it's worth? He wasn't supposed to be pinned down on a mattress by Eddie Munson either.And he certainly wasn't supposed to be enjoying it.But that's getting a bit ahead of things…

The Prettiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Future fic, Vampire Eddie | 19K | Explicit): It's been six years since Eddie died. Steve manages a sporting goods store at the mall, and everyone else has moved on and left town. He's twenty-five and he's tired and alone. But the Upside Down is shut away and he's alive and that's what really matters. Until Eleven calls and says she feels something. Something in Hawkins. And then Something shows up in Steve's living room and flashes sharp teeth. (Part 1 of The Prettiest Universe)

Various States of Dress and Undress by orthographicsapphic (Post-S4 | 25K | Mature): Steve Harrington is wearing his vest and looks so good that it knocks Eddie stupid. He feels jittery and giddy and suddenly like he shouldn’t leave Steve alone at all actually; he should get right up in his personal space and speak in long, rambling riddles that make Steve’s mouth twitch and eyebrows furrow, like he thinks Eddie’s funny but isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh.or, Five Times Steve Harrington's clothes send Eddie Munson into cardiac arrest, and One Time Eddie gets Steve back.

the affliction of the feeling by nondz (pinkjook) (Post-S4, The Hanky Code | 27K | Explicit): “Hold on,” Robin interrupts. “Hold on, is this— are you, like. Do you know what masochism is?” “I know like I act like it sometimes, Robin, but I’m not actually fucking twelve,” Steve says. OR: Eddie has a black hanky in his back pocket.

The Edification of Steve Harrington by ChronicRabbit (Post-S4 | 32K | Explicit): It had been two and a half months since the end of Spring Break. Eddie had been cleared of all charges, The Byers were back in Hawkins like they’d never left, Vecna was dead and gone, and everything was back to normal; or rather as back to normal as Hawkins could get. Unfortunately for one Steve Harrington, his new normal seemed to be not only his inability to get a date, but also his newfound proclivity towards staring at Eddie Munson’s mouth while he dramatically narrated during a five hour Hellfire session, or counting the freckles on the bridge of his nose, or memorizing the patterns in his honey coloured eyes. What the fuck was wrong with him?

sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine) by the_onionknight (Future fic, Hollywood | 36K |Mature): Max had read every one of Eddie’s novels and every one of his screenplays. In every single one of them, in every universe that Eddie could think up, she watched as Eddie fell in love with Steve, over and over and over again. They had different names, different professions, there were different, wild, fantastical circumstances, but it was always them. In every version of reality, they found each other. It was time they found each other again in this version and Max was going to help them do it, even if it killed her. OR: It's 1997, ten years after Eddie and Steve leave Hawkins. Eddie, a novelist/screenwriter, Max, Hollywood's shiniest scream queen, and Dustin, the hottest indie horror director in the business, reunite to make a movie and they're bringing the Party along with them to the middle of nowhere to do it.

Are You Flagging? by soidade/ @ao3soidade​ (Post-S4, The Hanky Code | 41K | Explicit): A (mostly) innocent question leads Steve Harrington on a journey of self-discovery, friendship, sex, and romance. Or: Eddie gives Steve a lesson in flagging, and maybe some other lessons too.

Not So Bad by outofmygourd (Post-S4 | 43K | Mature): Vecna is dead. It's the summer after the party's freshman year. Steve Harrington spends it in the Family Video Store, and Eddie Munson is spending post-graduate life bothering him. And maybe Steve isn't as bothered as he used to be.

took you for a working boy by pukner (Post-S4, Genderqueer/Nonbinary Steve | 43K | Mature): Eddie comes out to Steve, and Steve's heartbroken about it for some reason. Eddie thinks Steve's dating Robin. Everyone else thinks Steve and Eddie have been dating this whole time. Robin doesn't get paid enough for this shit. Also, Hawkins has been cracked open like a badly-baked cake, and everyone's settled into the most mundane apocalypse possible. Eddie Munson starts a radio programme about it. Meanwhile, Steve gets his nails painted and speedruns a crisis.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #epic steddie fic rec

[hairstevington]

Welcome to my blog!

For those who are new (hiii <3), I’m Frenchie, and I figured I'm official enough now to have an introduction post, so here's some basic info, FAQ, and a Masterlist of my content so far!

I reblog exclusively Stranger Things content here, although surprisingly I DO have other interests :o

I have an Ao3 account under this same username, if that's your thing!

I keep my writing and this blog PG-13 (with language/drug use and mild sexual content), so if you're looking for explicit stuff I am not the writer for you!

Favorite ship is Any Character x Peace and Happiness (also I love writing Steddie and Lumax has my whole heart)

Every time I get a comment, like, reblog, or feedback of any kind, my heart grows three sizes. Seriously, I'm so honored when people enjoy what I write!

Always looking for new internet friends!

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Masterlist:

Note: WIP's are “Eddie Munson vs the World,” "we can be heroes," and “every city’s got a graveyard." Ficlets won't be linked here but I will have them all tagged under "dailydrabble"

Stranger Things (follows the general canon of the show):

"Back to the Future (Hawkins Edition)" - (OC travels back in time and lives through the canon show, season 4 fix-it, 132K words) this one is my fav you guys go read it on Ao3 here

“i’m counting the days to the rapture” - (all canon characters who died on the show reunite, 40K words) found here and on Ao3

“Every city’s got a graveyard” - (Buffy x Stranger Things crossover) - still in its early stages but the first chapter can be found here!

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington:

“songs that voices never share” - (alternate canon Steve goes deaf after season 3 and meets Eddie, who can sign, 70K words) found here and on Ao3

"we can be heroes" - (Part 2 of the Deaf Steve AU, season 4 rewrite/fix-it in Eddie's POV) found here

“I wanna cut to the feeling” (modern day AU enemies to lovers slow burn feat Rockstar!Eddie and Hairstylist!Steve, 79K words) - Chapter 1-5 found here, the rest found on Ao3!

“I can’t tune you out” - (Rockstar!Eddie/Musician!Steve fake dating enemies to lovers slow burn, 113K words) found here and on Ao3

"Freaky Friday (Steddie's Version)" - (enemies to lovers body swap shenanigans, 36K words) found here and on Ao3

"flowers and ink" - (tattoo artist x flower shop modern day au, 21K words) found here and on Ao3

"Stranger Therapy" - (first date at couples counseling with Dr. Murray, 13K words) found here and on Ao3

“Eddie Munson vs the World” - (very camp WIP in the style of Scott Pilgrim) found here

“That ‘90s Fic” (post-canon cute fic for the Valentine’s Day fic exchange 2023! 5.5K words) found here and on Ao3

“Daisies” (requested one shot of Eddie giving his best friend Steve flowers for Valentine’s Day) - found here on Tumblr and here on Ao3

"mysterious ways" - (Steddie week 2023, Kas!Eddie/Steve post canon season 4, 12K words) found here and on Ao3

“The Marriage of Bigfoot and Mothman” found here and on Ao3

"Do I wanna know?" - (modern day AU fluffy one shot) found here and on Ao3

STWG April Fools Day Swap (one shot where Steddie saves a wounded bunny) found here

“Like real people do” - (one shot written for the STWG’s Hozier collection, 1K words) found here

"Well, this is new" found here. The follow-up, "A Different Kind of Nervous," is only on Ao3 (idk why lol). Part 3, “Hands,” found here. Ao3 links for part one, two, and three

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler:

“No Way” (featuring one of my fav lines I've ever written) found here, Ao3 link here

“Best Friends” (another tumblr exclusive!) found here

“I wanted her to look at me” (aka Robin liked Nancy instead of Tammy Thompson) found here, Ao3 link here

The Fruity Four (Robin/Nancy/Steve/Eddie):

“Barb is alive!” (AU request) here, Ao3 link here

"Teleplatonic" (Robin can read Steve's mind, no romance just Stobin) here, Ao3 link here

“Who looks like the better kisser?” - (very short and sweet) found here, Ao3 link here

“This is gonna be fun” (aka the two couples decide to be each other's beards) found here, Ao3 link here

"Steve is NOT Straight" (feat platonic Stobin baybeee) here, Ao3 link here

Misc Content (not fic related):

Steve Harrington (Taylor’s Version) - collab with the Tumblr bestie! Found here

Chaotic Stranger Things Headcanons (part one, part two, part three)

Songs that I associate with the characters

Steve Harrington as a cat AU (shitpost collab with my Tumblr bestie, truly a treat and v chaotic, you'll love it)

Cover art for my fic “I can’t tune you out” done by my Tumblr bestie 🥰

How the characters would react to you coming out

Random hair opinions

I still might write this essay on S4 costuming lol

Robin/Nancy parallel with Steve (lowkey sad but also go Ronance) found here

Ronance evidence - found here

My Maya Hawke concert experience!

Byler x Scott Pilgrim meme - found here

Joe Quinn moments - First late night appearance and the falling blooper

List of confirmed JQ improvised moments

Very valid question

Stancy x Taylor Swift (Midnight Rain) found here

Quick Steddie headcanon

Steve is simply A Dad (and I love him)

Theory about season 5, Eddie, and inconsistencies

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Inbox is always open for questions, concerns, feedback, hot takes, requests, or literally whatever as long as you're not weird about it.

Love youuuuuu

#masterlist #figured I'd finally make it a separate post #literally this took forever I'm so bad at technology #my tagging system used to be such a mess it was hard to organize everything lol #me #pinned post #stranger things #st fanfic #stranger things writing #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #the fruity four #steddie #ronance

[cranberrymoons]

hi! i'm sage. I'm glad you're here! just a few things:

i'm 32 – if you are a minor, please do not follow/interact. the content on this blog is intended for adults, and I assume everyone here is 18+

this blog is multi-fandom but I'm deep in my stranger things era right now and rapidly spiraling down the firefighter rabbit hole. i'm also in the middle of an ill-advised supernatural rewatch and the brainrot is unfortunately here to stay ✊😔

you can find my fandom writing on ao3 here and under the 'my fic' tag on this blog and in the masterlist under the read more. reblogs of other peoples' fic are tagged as 'fic', and writing resources etc are tagged as 'writing'.

i think that's everything. love you!!!!!!

fic masterlist 🩷

here you come again (16,172 words, rated E, stommy)

Steve and Tommy haven't talked in nearly three years. After everything, maybe the best way forward is back.

for the rest of mine (644 words, rated M)

It happens on a Tuesday night, with the soft whirl of the dishwasher running in the kitchen and ESPN on low in the background and Chris’s homework left laying out on the coffee table when he went to bed about an hour ago. 

heart in throat (am i dreaming?) (1,227 words, rated T)

I kissed someone, he imagines himself saying eventually, when he’s ready. I think I really like him. Just like that. No big announcement, no declaration, but just – just letting it sit there and breathe between them.

already standing on the ground (1,195 words, rated T)

Buck lets out a laugh, one hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck. Laughing like he’s relieved, like he can’t quite believe the words coming out of his own mouth. “We were on a date.” And – Eddie blinks. “Oh.”

current wips

the seas be ours (steddie pirates au) (2 works, 10,943 words, rated E)

Eddie The Dread Pirate Munson captures the Harrington heir with the intent of ransoming him back to his family for an easy payout. He really could not have guessed what he was getting himself into.

back in the new york groove (26,823 words, rated E) summer 1999 | tumblr post | ch 6/? rockstar eddie/middle school teacher steve, soft dom steve

“Ha!” Eddie says, jabbing a finger into Steve's chest. “I have a publicist. That automatically makes me cooler than you.” “Oh yeah? Well I have about eighty twelve year olds back in Santa Monica who think I’m the coolest guy on the planet.” (new york isn't home, but it's the next best thing) Steve and Eddie chaotically parenting their gen-z toddler in the late 90s (part of the future fic series)

future fic series (23 works, 64,995 words, rated G-E)

a love letter to the idea of home or, the happily-ever-after future in which Eddie is a rockstar and Steve is a middle school teacher and they have a bunch of kids and live by the ocean (rockstar eddie + middle school teacher steve)

a love to last past saturday night (3,550 words, rated T for now but will go up in later chapters) | ch 1/? coffee shop au

There’s a little cafe at the end of Steve’s block that he’s only ever been in once.  It’s called Corroded Coffee and it’s dark in there and maybe a little pretentious, but not pretentious as in… people reading classic novels or having discussions about French Cinema. Pretentious in the sense that there’s an intimidating collection of vinyl records taking up half an entire wall and they use single origin arabica beans and the scary baristas look at you sideways if you order regular milk in your latte.

complete/one shots

so fondly today (8,267 words, rated E, complete) processing trauma, getting together | tumblr post

Eddie's hair is pulled up on top of his head, and there’s a piece of it falling down to frame his face, and Steve’s sleep-deprived brain sends a shock of want rushing through him. Want: he wants to touch? Wants to look? He’s looking. Wants to… something? He feels electricity crackle at the backs of his teeth and he blinks, wanting. Wanting so badly that something aches inside his chest. (it's been a few months since everything, and steve is beginning to realize some things about himself)

get it off your chest (7,415 words, rated E, complete) rough sex, spanking, read the ao3 tags! | tumblr post

“You think this is me taking you apart?” Eddie asks. He lets go of Steve’s hair and plants a hand in the center of his chest, then gives him a shove toward the bed. “That’s adorable, Steve. Seriously.” (or, steve and eddie have life-affirmingly good sex) aka my Consent Is Sexy manifesto

dressed up to the eyes (8,737 words, rated E, complete) rough sex, spanking, read the ao3 tags! | tumblr post

Steve almost didn’t come out tonight. It’s been a long day, and he kind of just wants to be at home in his sweatpants, curled up on the couch with takeout and an old movie, but – But he’d agreed to be social tonight – if nothing else, in Robin’s honor since she was supposed to have a date tonight but is trapped in bed with the flu – and so… here he is. Being social. Ish. Socialish. Steve and Eddie are strangers in a bar... or are they?

something so pretty (3,087 words, rated M, complete) | tumblr post

Eddie raises Steve's hand to brush a kiss over his knuckles, then catches him around the waist again, swaying them back and forth to the rhythm of a Bangles song coming from the radio. “I said you look pretty, and I meant it. Deal with it.” Steve feels a reluctant smile pull at the corners of his mouth. “Really?” (the girls paint steve's nails and it causes him to feel several enormous feelings)

can't start a fire (3,831 words, rated T, complete) | tumblr post

“Are you sure this is okay?” Steve asks in an undertone once everyone has arrived that first night. He looks genuinely nervous, which is… insane; he’s a bat-wielding, bat-biting jock who saved the world, and Eddie’s just – “I don’t think your friends like me very much.” Eddie feels the corners of his mouth draw down as he follows Steve’s eyeline to where the others are huddled in the corner talking amongst themselves. (steve doesn't need people taking care of him. except, maybe he kind of likes it when they do)

the sweetest thing (14,022 words, rated E, complete)

It had started out simple enough between them, Eddie making some off-hand comment about Steve not being able to hold out for a whole month and Steve, ever unable to back down from a challenge, rising to the bait. “Whatever,” he’d said, rolling his eyes. “A month? Please.” He could do a month. Easy. He just hadn't counted on Eddie being – well. Himself. eddie goads steve into a No Nut November challenge; he never said anything about taking it easy on him

misc. series:

kinktober 2023 (14 works, 39,566 words, rated T-E)

a collection of fics written for kinktober 2023 and eddie month 2023 prompts – works can also be found on tumblr under the "kinktober 2023" tag

steddie microfic (14 works, 5,644 words, rated G-E)

a collection of microfic written for the monthly steddiemicrofic challenges – works can also be found on tumblr under the "steddiemicrofic" tag

discord drabbles (9 works, 4,476 words, rated G-E)

a collection of drabbles/microfics written for daily discord prompts – works can also be found on tumblr under the "discord drabble" tag

steddie holiday drabbles (27 works, 20,670 words, rated T-E)

the 2023 fic advent calendar! a collection of fics between 300-1,000 words each, written for steddieholidaydrabbles' prompts and warm-up rounds – works can also be found on tumblr under the "steddieholidaydrabbles" tag

miscellaneous lol

kill of the night (1,067 words, rated T, complete) fandom: crazyhead | tumblr post

“Do you remember the Hell Ball?” Raquel frowns, setting down her own slice. “You mean the one a few days ago where I almost got murdered and turned into a portal for demons to enter our mortal coil and take over the planet?” “Yeah,” Amy says. “That one.” “Then yeah,” Raquel says. “Guess I remember it.”

#my fic #fic #writing

[marvel-ous-m]

Hi! I’m Em! Thanks for stopping by!

I use they/them pronouns. This blog is mostly a place where I reblog really cool fics or art that I come across in the Stranger Things fandom, as well as a place where I post my own writing from time to time. 

You can also read all of my full fics on my AO3.

Main ship: Steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson). I also like/incorporate into fics: Ronance (Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler), Buckingham (Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham), Lumax (Lucas Sinclair/Max Mayfield), Jarglye (Jonathan Byers/Argyle) and Byler (Will Byers/Mike Wheeler).  (All ships involving minors in the show are only EVER incorporated in ways that are age-appropriate).

If Billy is in my fics or on my dash, he’s there as a villain, otherwise he’s not there at all. He’ll also be tagged as Billy Hargrove so posts can be filtered.

My ask box is open! Please drop some prompts over there, either from a universe I've already written in or for an idea that you're eager to see come to life. I'm almost always willing to write, most of the time I just need a good idea and some spare time! (I am only writing for ST at this time)

(More info about me under the cut!)

I occasionally post 18+ content. Minors Do Not Interact.

I am a student and I work part time, so please exercise patience when I’m posting my work! I promise I’m just as eager to post it as you are to read it, however I am in grad school and those obligations must come first. 

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Some of my most used tags:

#my writing (all of the self-written fics on my blog can be found under this tag!)

#em speaks (this is where I rant about my life)

#steddie (pretty self-explanatory... you will find many posts under this tag, lol)

#elementary school steddie au (this is where I post blurbs/ficlets within an ongoing universe about elementary school librarian!Eddie and 3rd Grade teacher!Steve) 

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Past Projects: 

Summer Child (My Birthday Fic- it's Steve's birthday, he's in his feels about it, and Eddie helps in more ways than one) (Tumblr Link / AO3 Link)

Closer to Fine (Steve has a PTSD episode. Eddie helps him through it). (Tumblr Link / AO3 Link)

Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (S2 early Steddie meeting, 5 chapters) (Tumblr Link / AO3 Link) 

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Tang (Steve Learns to Cry) (Steve can’t cry- until he can, and then he can’t stop, established Steddie) (AO3 Link)

We Fell In Love In October (That’s Why I Love Fall) (Eddie has a nightmare about telling Steve his feelings, Steddie) (AO3 Link)

Current Projects: 

Tumblr Ask Box Prompts (2/∞) (AO3 Link) (#AskBox)

Something's In My Mind (and I'm Focused On You (Baker!Steve/Tattoo Artist!Eddie Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU Fic) (15/27) (AO3 Link)

#em speaks #all about me

[cyncerity]

I posted 482 times in 2022

360 posts created (75%)

122 posts reblogged (25%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cyncerity

@baka-monarch

@pixiethesizeshifter

@dingbatnix

@oh-i-need-a-name

I tagged 456 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#cyncerity - 345 posts

#mcyt gt - 278 posts

#mcyt g/t - 274 posts

#dad’s troubles au - 92 posts

#not g/t - 67 posts

#tw vore - 57 posts

#cyn art - 51 posts

#cynshitpost - 43 posts

#g/t - 29 posts

#store shifter au - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#don’t forget how much you and this community mean to him even now cause i’m damn sure wherever he is he’s watching all this go down hskslsh

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

this took three days but i’m actually really happy with it? that never happens??

anyway, feel free to send asks for this au, i think by now we know that i’m thinking about it too much, but i hope you like these!

also click for better quality

See the full post

131 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

#4

Steddie stranger things borrower au is all I need and want in my depressing life

just for you 💖

The nickname “big boy” just became twice as flirty jokingly mocking

133 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

#3

this isn’t my usual content but i could not rest until i drew this

this is kinda a “secret world of arriety” type au (if you’ve ever read “the borrower” or “the littles” book series, think of those) but with stranger things!

idk how much i’ll do with the idea cause stranger things isn’t my main hyperfixation, but i’m in love with this idea

See the full post

156 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#2

This was based off of an instagram meme that i think was made for women over the age of 50, but when vore inspiration strikes, you have to do something.

So, here’s this!! I may make this a series, I may not, but it may depend on if y’all even like this story or not lol

so without further ado, here’s some crimeboys noms >:)

tw: kinda implied mentions of neglect/abuse, swearing, and vore

He had to get away. Tommy couldn’t stay another day in this damn house, he felt like he was suffocating. He had to leave, somehow.

All of his things were already packed. The little he had was stored in various bags he had stolen from the attic when the thought of running away had first occurred to him. When he had first realized that he couldn’t stay in this shithole any longer.

Now to think of where. That had been his main concern. Hotels were too expensive, and god knows he didn’t have any friends who would let him stay with them.

Which left him with one option, though he was dreading it.

A few months ago, a new app had been created. A way to book “unique” temporary living arrangements with giants. It was part of some weird initiative to get humans and giants to get along better, and had fully stapled itself to the claims that some humans who lived with giants made about how being eaten could be “relaxing.”

That’s right, as awful an idea as this seemed to Tommy and almost everyone else, there was now a way to book what could qualify as the worlds weirdest airbnb within giants. Literally. Apparently some giants were completely ok with random humans using their organs as a weekend get away, because there were plenty on the app for Tommy to scroll through. And scroll he did.

He had realized a while ago that this may be the cheapest option, and had gone through the website for hours until he had found someone. Early 20s, no criminal record that he could find with a limited google search, good reviews that he could tell were mostly from humans friends that he had, but the man seemed nice enough. He ignored the paranoia that told him that this man was only cheap because he would lure Tommy to his death. That the moment he and Tommy met, it would be over, and he’d be just another missing and forgotten person. Another victim to a random giant where there’d be no proof of his death and nothing to-

No, he couldn’t afford to think like that. This had to work. And, besides, was it really worth still living if he had to be at this house any longer? As much as he hated himself for thinking it, he’d rather let this stranger be the death of him than spend another second with his abusive shit family.

Tommy had messaged him once or twice and had paid him once already just to settle the deal. He ignored the feeling of dread in his gut every time he even thought about the giant, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. After all, this man would be holding his life in him until he got his shit together enough to at least get a job. He didn’t know how long that would be, but he needed to be practically untraceable. He couldn’t risk his family finding him. He couldn’t risk being taken back home.

He sent one final text to the man about where to meet. He knew it was late, but he had warned him in advance that he was probably gonna get a text in the middle of the night, so he slowly crept out of his window and, seeing that the coast was clear, ran, not looking back.

He would never look back.

…

Tommy had arrived at the meetup spot and had been waiting for 30 minutes and, still, no sign of the giant. Ok, now that he thought about it, maybe this did seem a little suspicious. Supposing the giant was a normal ass man, getting a text saying “meet me in an abandoned Tesco parking lot” was a weird thing to receive at 2:45 in the morning. But, again, Tommy was shooting to be untraceable. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing him or his giant. Could he call this stranger “his giant?” Whatever. Tommy knew his family. He didn’t want other people to get hurt, but he couldn’t do this alone. Even if it was a stranger, he needed help.

Tommy just sat and kept thinking, thoughts spiraling into what he would do if the giant never showed up, if he actually had to do this by himself, when the ground began to shake. Tommy quickly stood up and had to strain his neck looking up to see the giant approach. And, holy shit, this fucker was tall.

Tommy had never met a giant before. Hell, almost no humans had. But from what he knew, they shouldn’t be this tall. He felt his knees begin to shake and his palms sweat as he took in the full size and image of the monster that he had hired to eat him. He had fluffy brown hair, wire rimmed glasses and a yellow sweater with a brown puffer jacket on and, weirdly enough, had a mask covering his mouth. He seemed to be hunched over, looking around for what Tommy could only assume to be him, pulling his red-brown beanie further over his head almost nervously. His eyes frantically scanned the empty lot until he found him, where he quickly made his way over as Tommy stumbled back, falling onto the ground and shaking violently from the cold and fear.

“There you are!!” the giant said, “Tommy, right? I’ve been looking all over for you! What were you thinking making this the meetup spot?!”

Tommy could barely speak. It felt like his head had been stuck in a freezer, his throat frozen and his mind muddled and cloudy, unable to form a response. “I-I..it….i- it was c- close…” he whimpered, stumbling back farther. The giant only then seemed to notice Tommy’s fear as he sighed and knelt down, trying to be more eye level as he spoke quieter. “It’s ok, kid. Fuck, you’re younger than I thought you’d be. You mean it’s close to your house, right?” Tommy nodded hesitantly and Wilbur continued. “Thought so. You probably didn’t want to haul your stuff all the way to the giant side. It’s just…i’m not technically allowed to be here.” Tommy looked up at him, confused, his breath slowing and his panic was subsiding now that the giant wasn’t towering over him and scanning the grounds for him like a fucking predator hunting it’s prey. The giant must’ve noticed his confusion, as he continued. “This isn’t a mutual territory. If i get caught here, i could get in a lot of trouble. I tried texting and calling you to tell you, given that humans don’t know a lot about the laws giants have to follow, but you weren’t responding, so i figured i’d just come and make this quick before the cops notice me.” He said. Ah, so that’s what the surgical mask was for. So the cops couldn’t recognize him. He held out a finger to Tommy, and he tried not to think about how this singular finger was taller than his whole body. “I’m Wilbur, by the way, i don’t think i ever introduced myself.” Tommy shuffled closer and grabbed the tip of the finger in an awkward attempt at a handshake. “I-I’m Tommy.”

“As nice as it is to meet you, you seem really nervous. First time?” Tommy nodded again, miraculously feeling less nervous by the second. Something about this guy, maybe his calming voice or how much more human he was than Tommy assumed he’d be, made Tommy trust him.

Or maybe it was the fact that this was the first time in a long time he had been treated with kindness. His family was barely decent to him, so this was a nice change, if an unexpected one.

“First time meeting a giant, actually.” “No offense, I can kind of tell.” Wilbur said, though there was no judgement in his voice. “Y’know, you don’t have to do this now. We could always resched-“ “No!!” Tommy shouted, interrupting the giant. “No, no, I want to, I have to, I’m out of options, please.” At that, Wilbur began to look concerned. “Tommy what do you mean ‘out of options?’ Are you ok? Do you need help?” “This is my help! Sure, maybe I’m a little bit fucking terrified, but i have nowhere else to go. I- I can’t go back, please, please, Wilby.” Tommy finished, the nickname naturally rolling off his tongue like he had known the giant his whole life. Wilbur looked at him with a vague look of concern and pity before bringing one of his giant fingers closer to Tommy’s face. Tommy didn’t even have time to react before it gently swiped across his cheek, wiping away tears he didn’t even know he had shed. “Ok, ok, i’ll help, it’s alright.” He said, giving Tommy a warm smile (he assumed; his eyes scrunched up a little near the outer edges, which seemed like a good sign he was smiling) that only slightly hid the concern still plastered on his face. And though Tommy still couldn’t see most of the aforementioned face, his eyes portrayed everything Tommy needed. Wilbur wore his heart on his sleeve; he liked that.

Tommy could have sobbed in relief as Wilbur’s words fully sunk in. He was going to get away, and the thought of finally being free was enough to drown out any more fears of what was about to happen. Wilbur then reached behind him and grabbed some of his bags, which looked ridiculously minuscule in his hand, as he brought them up to his mouth before pausing. “Do you want to go down first or do you want me to do to do these? For some people, it can be a bit nerve racking to see me swallow something first.” Tommy thought about it, then shook his head. It’s not like he wanted to see his few meager possessions disappear down the throat of a giant, especially knowing he’d have to join them, but he wasn’t gonna chicken out now. He just needed a few seconds to collect himself, and what Wilbur did with his bags in that time was none of his business.

Wilbur calmly lifted the bags back up, all of them at the same time, and slipped them under his mask. Within a few seconds, Tommy saw a vague outline slip down Wilbur’s throat, bobbing his addam’s apple a bit as they descended to where Tommy would be staying for a short while…maybe he should have gone first.

It all reminded him of a nature documentary he had seen on snakes once; he could see the outline of some poor rodent slowly trail down the snake to its final resting place.

Tommy tried not to think about that last part. After all, he’d be fine. He wasn’t prey, not to Wilbur, anyway. To his family…maybe. Not like they mattered anymore, though.

Tommy felt giddy enough at that thought that he stepped forward towards Wilbur as he watched the man press against his midsection gently, presumably to make sure Tommy’s bags had ended up in the right organ. After that confirmation, Wilbur looked back down, setting his hand palm up next to Tommy. “You ready for this, big man?” Tommy grinned at the nickname, at the way Wilbur treated him. Like a person; an equal. He grinned so hard it almost hurt. “Ready as i’ll ever be.”

Tommy felt himself be lifted and watched as Wilbur used his free hand to lift his mask just enough for Tommy to fit under and into his mouth. Tommy quickly found a perch on his lip and tried to climb in the rest of the way himself before realizing holy shit oh prime good fucking god his teeth were sharp. Wilbur made muffled cry of concern as his hand came back up under Tommy as he stumbled a bit. But, after the initial shock of the teeth being way sharper than he thought, Tommy managed to climb in the rest of the way successfully.

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My #1 post of 2022

the last post did so much better than expected! i’m genuinely really surprised, thanks for all the support on my short little shitty comic hsjsksl

Anyway, here’s pt. 2!!

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188 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

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#5

you can take your heart from your chest to use as a compass when you are lost

The Steddie Missed Connections AU || Chapters: 6/6 || Complete 

Thanksgiving 2009.

Steve, who is about to host the brood of children (who somehow aren't children anymore) in a cabin for the long weekend, after a semi-bad week, all while batting off Dustin's attempts at playing matchmaker and dodging phone calls from his mother. And at some point some strange man on the internet broadcasts his worst public moment for the other Craigslist freaks to see.

What could go wrong? Or right?

Steve is finding his life to be very different than he thought it would be. He’s also finding that maybe that’s okay.

59 notes - Posted November 1, 2022

#4

It’s Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day and there happen to be some writers that I appreciate and want to show my love to them for sharing their talents with us! 

(Steddie Edition bc they are on the mind 24/7)

The Steddie brainrot has led me to reading a TON of fic. So, I am finally making a rec list of all of the fics that have not been able to leave my brain since they walked into my life. 

As I was compiling this list I noticed a running theme and that is that these are all future fics and what can I say? I’m just a simple girl who’s a sucker for Steve/Eddie in the 90s/early 2000s. I think it has something to do with my love for romcoms from this era and thinking of them as older just makes me want to fall to the floor. 

So here they are, in no particular order: 

1. the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by @greatunironic; 

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” 

Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth. (Word Count: 34,990)

The way that this fic bore into my soul, I seriously can’t think about it for too long without getting emotional. This one feels like a given considering the fact that I am now getting TikToks my fyp of people out of context referring to this fic, which is how I stumbled upon a recommendation of it. If you haven’t read it yet, PLEASE DO. It’s a national treasure at this point. 

2. Let us Dwell in Fair Ithilien and There Make a Garden series by @sparklyslug and @greenlikethesea (Word Count: 61,151) (Description from Three Weddings and a Funeral) 

Steve Harrington falls in love and gets married. Not in that order. Some other stuff happens along the way too. But those are the two big things. That first one especially.

(Or: celebrations of life)

This series, much like aforementioned most remarkable thing, is set mostly in the future with the gang as adults, and Steve and Eddie dancing around their feelings for each other for nearly 15 years. That is a gross oversimplification in my opinion because it is honestly so much more than that! Like, it’s set in the future, but there is time jumping, and references to previous parts of the series, its just it’s own universe within the ST universe! Ugh, I got flustered trying to put coherent thoughts to how much I fucking love this series and the way that these two have crafted am entirely new canon for me to latch onto. Go read this. Like right now. I also suggest reading it in the writers’ suggested hard mode! 

3. Keep It for Me by @stereobone; 

It's 1993, and Steve is attending Lucas and Max's wedding. It's 1993, and no one has seen Eddie Munson in seven years. (Word Count: 9,741)

For one thing, the little NorCal girl in me was foaming at the mouth at the thought of a chunk of the party living in The Bay Area as adults. This one has the meeting again years later element, which is just so good! This also has writer!Eddie which made my heart burst, and the pining and reunification of it all. Again, I have a hard time putting words to how much this fic has nestled its way into my heart! Repeat: GO READ IT!!!

4. alone again, or by @pizzaqueen; 

It’s 1991 and Steve is still in Hawkins, still living with his mother, still single, and still working at Family Video. At least he’s the manager now, for whatever that’s worth. But he’s stuck here while Robin and Dustin and everyone else have moved away. Moved on.

Well, everyone except for Eddie.

They're best friends, spend most of their time together, and it's nice to have a friend like that. But Steve is still looking for love with a capital "L". At least, he thinks he is. (Word Count: 20,765)

This one is definitely different than the ones I talked about above. But, this one is still fucking fantastic! More of a coming-of-age vibe in a we’re twenty somethings and life looks a lot different than we thought it would and I think thats okay kind of way. Which spoke to me in a way that I also kind of need right now as a twenty something who feels just like that :’) Also love the character of Steve’s mom, which is something we don’t see a lot of, Steve having a supportive parent, and it is very sweetly written. This fic felt like a popsicle on a warm day. READ! IT!

Again, happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day! Let’s keep showing our favorite writers love every day of the year! 

107 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#3

Steddie Fic Rec #2

Like most, the Steddie brainrot is still very much active. I’ve also discovered that I love making rec lists, so here is another! There’s not much cohesion to these ones other than the fact that I just really enjoyed them, so you should enjoy them too!  

In order by word count:  

Up the Punks by @sparklyslug 

Steve has good intentions, but does not realize that punks and metalheads are natural enemies

Explicit. Completed. (Word Count: 5,505)

Oh, sparklyslug, how you’ve managed to steal my heart with your Steve and Eddie in only five thousand-ish words. As if I could expect anything less from ½ of the brains behind the Fair Ithilien series, it makes perfect sense for their solo work to be fantastic! 

This fic is perfect if you’re looking for something short, sweet, and hilarious. Like the dialogue and characterization is just so *chefs kiss* I could basically see the interactions very clearly in my head and it’s just too good too perfect. 

the boys of summer by steveharringtoned

(Steve knows Eddie’s alive. Wayne’s the only one who believes him. So they team up to save him.)

Not Rated. Completed. (Word Count: 19,926) 

A very creative fix-it fic and like a very interesting and creative way in which Eddie is saved. I am honestly such a sucker for Uncle Wayne being included in the plot of fics, especially in the context of him being like ok sure there’s another dimension being hidden by the government, so how the hell do we save my boy. And Steve. He is just so stupidly brave and the characterization of him and his grief in this fic is just so good and different than what we typically see in fics from his POV. The dude is hurting and sometimes being hurt can be ugly and the way the writer shows that is just sooooo gooooood. 

all the missing girls are hanging out without us by @greatunironic 

“Here is a riddle: the answer is one.” Eddie Munson lives, and dies, and lives again.

Mature. Completed. (Word Count: 20,761) 

Another instance in which greatunironic does THAT. I have seen people call this a kind of feminist take on the ways in which the D*ffer Bros treat their women characters as plot devices and dispose of them at ease for the sake of the plot, and I couldn’t agree more. I don’t want to give too much away in this, but I will say this: Eddie’s characterization in this is SO GOOD. He spends the first chunk convincing himself that he’s tripping balls and if that isn’t an Eddie mood than idk what is. 

Quick note: the Steddie in this fic is more implied and is not the central focus of this fic. 

Not Exactly Napa Valley by @twiceasfar

The fake relationship AU that literally no one asked for. Featuring Steve and Robin as platonic soulmates, a destination wedding to a winery, and a thrilling quest to piss off Steve’s parents.

Robin lets out an exasperated sigh. “Eddie would be the perfect date for the wedding!”

Steve freezes.

“Whose wedding?” Eddie asks.

Mature. Completed. (Word Count: 28,900)  

This fic reminded my how much I love the fake dating trope. I always find it interesting to see everybody’s different takes on what Steve’s parents are like, and how we just all agree that they’re awful. Despite that, this fic was very fluffy and had me blushing and giggling like a child. The buildup was so good and the pace was perfect and I honestly love this fic so much. 

The Spaces In Between by @indibdraws

Steve Harrington, ex-lifeguard and babysitter extraordinaire, happens to be blessed with knowledge of first aid. Eddie is the recipient of this aid, and as he recovers he must learn to live with the fact that he owes his life to a prom-king with a 12 step haircare routine. This would be easier if he didn’t find said prom king so uncomfortably attractive.

And if the world would stop ending for five minutes.

Geez.

Explicit. Not Complete. (Word Count: 80,210) 

Typically, I try not to read fics that are unfinished, but this one ended up on my dashboard 5 times in the span of an hour and my impulse control is bad and THANK GOD IT IS BECAUSE HOLY HELL. THIS FIC. This writer should be in the writer’s room for s5 and it is honestly a crime that they aren’t. Like yes, this is a Steve/Eddie fic, but it is also SO much more. The use of canon to create an ending that was satisfying to the store and gave the characters their justice. I cannot explain how much this fic has ended up imbedding its way into my heart and soul. As soon as it's completed, I'm going to reread it again and again and even when s5 premieres I am probably going to prefer this over canon until the day that I die.

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150 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

#2

How it feels when I see new photos of Joe Keery

332 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

LISTEN. I was ready to ride the Steve Becomes A Teacher train all the way home. It’s in my fics, it’s in my planned fics. But but but LISTEN. 

Steve becoming a first responder? 

A little bit post-S4, Steve is driving home to Hawkins after moving to Indy/Chicago/a major city that’s still within reasonable driving distance for him to come see the kids. Eddie is in the passenger seat and they’re zooming down the highway, one of those picture perfect moments where they’re singing along to a Madonna song, that Eddie was complaining about just moments ago. 

Steve, always striving to be the safest driver on the road, mostly because he is almost always transporting precious cargo in the form of his loved ones, isn’t the one who sees it at first. It isn’t until Eddie loudly gasps and points out a pretty horrific car accident unfolding before their eyes in the next lane over. 

Steve pulls off to the side, a fair distance behind wreck. One of the cars is turned completely around in the other direction, the front smashed in. The other cars are also damaged, but the passengers are getting out. No one has gotten out of the turned around car. 

Without a word, without questions from either of them, the two get out of the Beamer. Eddie goes up to the other cars, a woman who’s crying her eyes out and a young family all looking spooked out of their minds, but all seemingly alright. All of this is happening in Steve’s peripheral because he is now sprinting toward the car that no one has gotten out of. He sees the shape of the driver, head laid back on the headrest, unconscious. 

“Don’t move her!” “We need to wait for help!” Bystanders yell at him. Steve doesn’t respond, the driver door now open, as he checks the girl, who looks so young that mental images of one of his kids being in her place flash across his brain, tug at his heart. 

“Eddie!” He yells past the lump in his throat, but it looks like his boyfriend was already reading his mind, as he runs over with the first aid kit that’s always stationed in the trunk of his car. 

He finds her pulse as Eddie settles beside him. He’s checking for broken bones as the girl comes to. He’s telling her to sit back and that everything is okay as Eddie is yelling at the crowd forming around them to back up, he knows what he’s doing. 

Steve gets the flashlight out of the kit, shining it in her eyes, asking her what her name is, what day it is, who the president is, she hesitates to answer but answers all the questions. 

Eddie isn’t sure if this first aid knowledge is from all the times Steve’s been assessed after all the Upside Down shit or if it’s because of his own research, though he realizes as watches Steve keep the girl calm and gently keep her from moving around at all, it’s both. 

Eddie continues to watch when the ambulance gets to the scene. He watches Steve tell the EMTs that the girl is concussed and has no other visible injuries. He watches as they assess her themselves and as they ask Steve if he’s off duty, motioning to his extensive first aid kit. Steve just says he’s had his fair share of emergencies and he knows what he’s doing. 

After the ambulance leaves, Steve and Eddie walking back to their car, even though traffic is backed up all the way to their apartment it seems, Eddie can’t stop thinking about how easily Steve fit into the “hero” role. How, sure, it’s residual Savior Of The World shit, but can’t it also be more now that the world is saved? 

When they’re back on the road, hours later, and close to home, Eddie asks, 

“Have you ever thought about becoming a paramedic?” 

Steve doesn’t say anything. But he’s thinking. No, he hasn’t thought about it. But maybe he should start thinking about it. 

738 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

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#so he’d be like ‘harrington how could you go punk on me????’ but also he’d be so proud bc steve is finding what he enjoys and embracing it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Honestly I think that Steve just loves so hard and deserves someone to match that energy. He deserves someone to be obsessed with him.

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#4

where that one post about Steve accidentally inventing pastel punk because he wanted to be edgier for a Corroded Coffin gig, but wasn’t willing to part with his soft colors

1,397 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

#3

Honestly, I’m genuinely obsessed with the Claudia Henderson x Steve Harrington friendship. Like she loves her son so much right? And Steve loves Dustin too and just the idea of her seeing how much those two boys care for each other and her adopting Steve into the family. They trade recipes, they tease Dustin, they plan game and movie nights together. Like she’s definitely in on the Mom Steve joke, and is constantly teasing about Dusty asking his other mother when he wants to go out and she’s not able to drive him.

2,036 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#2

Steve: I wish I could’ve settled down with a nice Christian Girl

Steve: But no, I want the metalhead dnd freak with ritualistic murder allegations

2,668 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Eddie Munson put a broken bottle to Steve Harrington’s throat and Steve was immediately so down bad he babygirlified himself

3,179 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

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#i am really really glad the two mentally ill teens who hated themselves grew up and lived to live this. we get to have this for our lives

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

For all gamer boys and gatekeepers shout about "fake fans" let me tell you being a fake fan is the best. Take the parts you like, ditch the rest, baby

43 notes - Posted December 8, 2022

#4

I MADE THIS

Because I decided I'm good at things! And that if I want to learn something just do it! There's a YouTube video for that!

59 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#3

Four times Jon doesn't ask Sansa to stay, and the one time he does.

Sansa Stark was sneaking out of her childhood bedroom to sleep in Jon Snow's bed. If you'd told teenage Sansa, she'd have laughed in scorn (but she’d have flushed too). Twenty-nine year old Sansa was almost used to it. By now, it was practically a tradition, and there was nothing Sansa loved more than holiday traditions.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43412403

71 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

#2

The amount of love I have for women who are healers but will also fucking behead a bitch if they need to

81 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The brilliant thing about The Scarlet Pimpernel is that on the surface, Sir Percy Blakeney is an idiotic fop, but on a deeper level, he's a brilliant mastermind. But on an even deeper level, he is in fact an idiotic fop. The man delights in dumb poetry and cares about cravats with a burning passion that is only rivaled by how absolutely MAD he is for his wife.

300 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

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#our flag means death - 359 posts

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#i believe in aliens don’t get me wrong but stuff like ancient aliens and reptilians and stuff? cmon baby don’t listen to them you’re better!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i love the fact that the alien in nope looked like a flying saucer and that it fed by using what was essentially a tractor beam. it gives us the idea that in their universe, stuff like cattle mutilation has a very simple reason - a larger animal ate it. and then when it unfurls, it looks like a weather balloon! i didn’t realize that until later, but i remember thinking that the way it moved looked like some kind of balloon. the implication that these aliens have been to earth before and have been interpreted completely wrong is chilling but also so fucking cool

2,741 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#4

can’t wait to not watch the mario movie, and instead watch the version that will definitely be released on youtube where someone cuts every instance of chris pratt’s voice

4,493 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#3

ghost files proves that shane and ryan are the ultimate paranormal investigators because their show asks a very important question: what if mulder and scully were both stupid

9,493 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#2

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My #1 post of 2022

the parallels between how poc are treated and how animals are treated in nope (2022) was perfect. one of the first scenes in the movie is when oj is on set for a commercial, and i was immediately as uncomfortable as he was. when he introduces himself to the white actress, she looks scared of him because his name is oj. she sees a black man with that name and can’t hide her inner thoughts. then the pa guy is confused as to where the “older one” is, clearly giving the message that he doesn’t trust oj to be a competent person. the pa sees him as an untrained boy, and doesn’t listen when oj tried to tell him not to look in the horse’s eyes. then when em explains the story of the first moving picture, we see that the black jockey and the horse aren’t even on the same level. people talk about the horse, but they don’t know anything about the man riding it.

then, there’s jupe and the gordy the chimp. jupe was a child star in a western comedy, and the poster itself gave me the wrong feeling. jupe and the unnamed black child actor he starred with were so clearly being used as a spectacle. it made me think of blazing saddles, how the idea of a black sheriff is absurd and funny. however, blazing saddles uses that as commentary and as a way to send a message, while in nope, we see that jupe was the victim of a film industry that tokenized him. then, with the chimpanzee, we see that same tokenization. a sitcom of a white family that includes an asian child and a chimp. it’s clear that both are meant to be equally funny; an asian kid is just as absurd as a chimp in human clothes and a birthday hat.

then, when we see him try to use the alien to create the same spectacle he was a part of in his youth, he realizes far too late that he’s made a mistake. that you can’t rely on an animal. his wife makes a comment about how working with trained animals is unpredictable, and we see in his eyes that he knows what’s about to happen. he put his trust in the behavior of a wild animal and now he’s paying the price and feeling the same fear he felt as a child.

12,492 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

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Longest Tag: 98 characters

#most of those were probably when i had it on repeat the whole four hour drive home from orlando 😅

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

When you're talking in your sleep

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Word Count: 5,303

Tags: Season 4, protective Steve Harrington, hurt Eddie Munson, emotional hurt/comfort, nightmares, feelings realization, pining, road trips, living together, sharing a bed, first kiss, getting together, love confessions, fluff

Summary: Five times Steve can't sleep and it's all Eddie's fault. And one time he finally can thanks to Eddie.

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#4

Steddie #12 please???

Here you are, anon! Thanks for the prompt! 💜

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It's going on midnight when Eddie hears a car pull into his driveway. He's immediately alert as he ducks down in the hall, trying to stay out of view. Wayne's at work– will be until morning. There's no one else that he's expecting. 

His mind immediately thinks the worst as he hears footsteps coming up the rickety steps outside, seconds before a knock sounds on the door. 

He holds his breath, hoping that whoever it is will just go away. The last thing he needs is to be harassed and threatened in his own damn trailer.

The knock sounds again, along with a voice calling his name. "Eddie? Eddie, it's Steve. Are you in there?"

Steve. What the hell is Steve doing here? Was something wrong? Has something happened to the kids? 

"Eddie, come on," Steve says. "Your van’s outside. I know you're in there. I just…" There's a thump against the door, and Eddie can almost imagine Steve resting his head against it. "No one's seen you in three days, man. We're worried."

Worried. 

Steve's not here because something happened to the kids or Robin or Nancy but because of him. It's not something he's used to. The only person that's ever given a damn about him is Wayne. It's hard to believe that someone like Steve Harrington, of all people, does.

"I just want to know you're okay," Steve says. "I know– I know this shit isn't easy to deal with, and I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but you don't have to deal with it alone, Eddie. We're all here for you."

Eddie feels his throat close up, and he closes his eyes against the sting of tears. It's become an all too familiar feeling lately. One of the reasons he hasn't wanted to be around anyone. He hasn't exactly been handling things well. The last thing he wanted was for the kids to see him like this– especially Henderson.

But maybe…

Eddie's eyes snap open when the footsteps start moving away. Away. Away. Away. Eddie thought he would feel relieved, but instead, he finds himself disappointed. A part of him wants to call out– get to his feet and chase after him. But he feels rooted to the spot.

All he can manage to do is tuck his knees to his chest and rest his head against the cool denim as the first wave of sobs racks through his body. 

Stupid. He's so stupid. He should have just opened the door. Now he really is alone, and it's his own damn fault. 

"Eddie?"

Eddie's head snaps up at the sound of Steve's voice. He's standing at the other end of the hall, watching him carefully. So he hadn't left after all. But Eddie's sure the door had been locked. 

"I found the spare key," Steve says as if reading his mind. "Or, well, Max told me where you keep it."

Max. Of course. 

Steve creeps closer cautiously– as if afraid that any sudden movement might send Eddie running. Maybe it would have, but right now, Eddie's too exhausted to think of standing, let alone running. All he can do is watch as Steve kneels in front of him. His face is pinched in concern. 

"I won't ask if you're okay," Steve says. "I think we both know you're not."

Eddie sighs and leans his head back against the wall. "No shit."

"Is that why you've been avoiding everyone?" Steve questions.

"I'm not avoiding anyone."

"Eddie."

Eddie sighs. "Okay. Fine. Maybe I am. I just…"

"What?"

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"You know, I had a talk with my dad while I was in Texas," Eddie says as he hands Buck a beer.

"One that didn't end in an argument?" Buck questions.

Eddie snorts. "That happened too. But this– it was different."

"Good different?"

"I think so," Eddie says. "I got a lot off my chest. Said some things I was always afraid to say, and it felt good. Freeing. It's like the shadow I've had hanging over me my whole life is gone."

"Your dad took it okay, then?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Eddie shrugs. "We're never going to have a perfect relationship, but he's willing to try, and I'm willing to let him."

"That's great, Eddie," Buck says. Eddie knows he genuinely means it. If there's anyone that can understand confronting lifelong trauma, it's him. "I'm happy for you."

Eddie smiles and knocks his shoulder against Buck's. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

Buck frowns. "What are you talking about? I wasn't even there."

"Maybe not physically," Eddie says.

"Is this where you tell me you carried me in your heart?" Buck teases.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I'm trying to be serious here, Buck."

The teasing grin is off his face as quickly as it came–  his face turning serious. "Right. Go on, then."

"I was a mess," Eddie says. "I felt like I was coming apart at the seams most days. But you were here. You never once made me feel like I wasn't allowed to feel the way I was, or that I was weak or–"

"Eddie, you're far from weak," Buck says. "You're the strongest person I know."

"Yeah, well, I didn't feel very strong," Eddie says. "I felt like I'd been turned inside out. But when I needed someone, you were there. I never even had to ask, probably never would have been able to at the time, but you still showed up."

"Eddie, I'm always going to be here," Buck tells him. "You never have to ask. I've got your back, remember."

Eddie smiles– something small– private. "Yeah, I know. And I got yours."

Buck nods and takes a pull from his beer. He's looking away now, brow furrowed as if he's debating something. Eddie just watches him–  gives him the space to work through whatever's going on in his head.

"Funny you should say that because I uh– I actually had a favor to ask."

"Anything," Eddie says. 

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask," Buck points out.

Eddie shrugs. "Doesn't matter."

"I kind of need a place to stay," Buck says. "When I broke up with Taylor, I let her have the loft. I just couldn't be there anymore. It didn't feel like home."

Eddie nods. He gets the feeling. He spent a long time trying to find his place, and he knows Buck has too. "You know you're always welcome here, Buck."

Buck grins. "Thanks, man. I'm trying to find a place so I'll be out of your hair–"

Eddie stops him with a hand on his arm. "This is your home, too, Buck. Stay as long as you want."

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Buck: "Is this because I don't have a couch?"

Bobby: "Why don't you have a couch?"

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Something happens and I'm head over heels

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#but i'd rather post about stupid celebrity drama than fixate on the hell hole that is this country

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#5

I do NOT have time for this, so someone else, PLEASE adopt this fic idea. I need to read it.

I’m talking a Steddie Bodyguard!AU.

Eddie is a famous rockstar receiving mysterious death threats from a stalker (yes, it’s Jason) who thinks his music is an actual conduit for Satan, Steve is the bodyguard hired to protect him, and they absolutely despise each other. Until they don’t.

Also including Hopper as Steve's "dad" who lets them use his safe house to hide in, Robin as Steve's partner in the CIA/FBI/whatever organization you want him to be a part of, and Dustin who assigned himself as the tech analyst for the case cause he's such a big fan of Eddie's.

They can be complete strangers, they can have history from having gone to the same high school, I do not care, I just need this story to exist.

If you need further inspiration, behold this dude playing “I Have Nothing” on the electric guitar, and this other dude playing “I Will Always Love You”. Now tell me you don’t want this.

112 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#4

Shoutout to Jonathan for STILL being the only member of the main cast not to go into the Upside Down.

122 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#3

No but we totally should have gotten a moment where Eddie meets Jonathan and Argyle and is like, “Fucking finally, I love these kids, but I need a smoke, man.” And you just KNOW that Steve would be jealous about it. So cue him watching the three of them walk off together (and not just, you know, joining in, even though we all know he’s smoked weed before, too) and muttering under his breath:

Steve: Oh, great, somebody ELSE is leaving me for Jonathan Byers. Perfect. Jonathan’s all punk and stuff, and that’s basically the same thing as metal. He likes that band The Crack or whatever. He isn’t some rich loser who had everything handed to him. Yeah, Eddie probably loooooooves Jonathan, with his normal hair and his art stuff and his ability to beat people up and his weed-dealing best friend named after a sock and—

Robin: ... 0_o... are you okay, Steve? Also, are you talking about The Clash?

Steve: *bangs head on desk* Now YOU’RE gonna leave me for Byers, too!

133 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#2

Can we collectively want to murder Kanye without turning it into an anti-Black thing? This isn't Black people vs. Jewish people. This is one Nazi fuckhead who needs the shit kicked out of him and who happens to be Black.

656 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

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Don't know if anyone else has mentioned it, but I love that he's making the same face here. It's so precious and fond c:

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#anyways i’m going to stop because i am imagining myself as a drunken guy you’d probably meet in a pub somewhere just rambling about whatever

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#5

Hey tumbleeesss how you tumbling, it’s time for your randomly dished out dose of my silly little art!

Ok so, this time I did a little bit of a challenge, I saw this on Drawfee. I’m sure you know who they are but if you don’t they’re this art challenge channel with great, lovely personalities they all seem really cool and not to brag but Jacob once liked my art on Twitter, I know, I know, I’m so cool but anyways.

The main gist of this challenge is:

You roll your music playlist, the first song is one character. You roll it again and the second song is a second character. AND THEN, THE 3RD SONG IS THEIR RELATIONSHIP. This can be platonic, romantic, indifferent etc etc but it’s so fun!

So this is what I rolled:

1: Clown by Updog

2: The Fall by Lovejoy

3: Tranz by Gorillaz

I had to figure out what all of these very different songs meant, how to turn them into characters, and how those characters/relationship look/feel like.

Clown is about this guy calling out this other obviously pretentious guy. So I started to think, who would call someone out no matter what, who would know so much about someone to be able to do that. Maybe a childhood friend? But that doesn’t give me a lot to work with. I’d watched a Monster Camp playthrough recently, the guy in it romanced the death reaper, so THAT got me thinking. I ended up settling on this clown (get it? Like the song name) demon who takes souls to the afterlife via travelling through their whole lives with them.

There’s the character designnnnn I love it it’s so cute yet menacing, NOW ONWARD TO THE FALL.

The fall was a bit more easier as I’d started to imagine it as a character before. It mainly helped with the colours but it also helped with the current falls “origins”. Tw for abuse for this next section, I’ll put it in red and make it small so you can skip it. So my idea for the fall was an abused person going on a roadtrip to nostalgic places as a break from their current toxic relationship. The nostalgic road trip backfires though and just reignites disgusted and angry feelings towards their parents due to y’know the abuse. So it’s safe to say the fall’s a very unlucky human being, THEY DESERVE BETTER. In my mind the song’s from their point of view addressing to herself as “we” sometimes to give her a better more authoritative and decisive look on things when it is necessary to her well-being. I made them look like this!

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#4

My family is officially a Steddie household. My brother is watching Steddie tiktoks. I’m drawing Steddie fanart (keep an eye out for that). We’ve been taken over by Steddie

25 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#3

What if part of Mumbo jumbo became apart of the rift? The mumbo moustache was consumed and the Jumbo was taken over the process of a month. And because of this the rift protects Grian because friendship and this is why mumbo decided to build so close to the rift? But hey thya’s just a theory, a me theory

47 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#2

Maya Hawke is the queen of codependent friendships, first Robin and Steve now Eleanor and Drea. In this video essay I wi-

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My #1 post of 2022

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Gnarly man (ignore the fucked up hand)

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#and protestantism! when such a huge huge aspect of irish oppression was centred around the same set of protestants stealing our culture etc

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#5

When I die I want the duffer brothers to lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time

898 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#4

all im saying is that eddie munson is half nancy (doe eyes, brown curls) and half robin (bags of personality, queer, outsider) and he and Steve should make out

Or: I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy* asking him to love** her

*the duffer brothers

**let steve find his suzie

1,515 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#3

I'm not mad enough to think that steddie will happen but I am mad enough to think eddie munson is very queer and that steve's a part of a very queer group of friends and he's got no problems with his best friend being queer and that sort of acceptance from a character like that is good representation okay okay

but that said you'll have to rip steddie from my cold dead hands because jock/freak enemies to lovers is my fucking catnip and there's so much good fic out there already ao3 writers are doing the MOST

1,537 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

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Can u imagine the first time Steve sees Eddie at rest? Like hair mussed, soft breathing and so still, it's the antithesis of Eddie awake who fidgets and never stops talking and Steve Harrington is just like oh no, he's beautiful

1,772 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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Eddie telling Steve that he had a shitty childhood and then flirting with him in the same breath got Steve like

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#while i had to do that with every other show and movie on phase 4 so far (except for shang chi and eternals too. coincidence?)

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#5

9. knitted sweater | steve harrington X reader

Steve knew you could knit. You’ve been knitting stuff for him ever since you got together. It was no surprise you would knit him a Christmas sweater, it was the obvious outcome.

However, you did not predict he would learn how to knit a sweater to gift back to you.

So when he handed you the package, you couldn’t help but weep at what was inside.

“I’m sorry it’s not as good as yours,” he had the audacity to apologize.

You just threw yourself at him, tears running down your face, heart swelled with pride.

“It’s perfect, love. Thank you.”

58 notes - Posted December 9, 2022

#4

long story short (part 3/3) | eddie munson x reader

this fic is part of a series: masterlist

summary: “Oh, is this a date I’m having with pantry girl?” He provoked, but you just nodded in response. “Can be if you want it to.” He actually looked shocked for a moment before bringing his charm back. “Does that mean I get to kiss you at the end of it?”

warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. heavy making-out, implied smut (not described).

word count: 2.3k

a/n: final part ot long story short! next up we're having 'tis the damn season. if you're familiar with miss Swift, you must imagine some angst is about to come 👀 it's gonna be another multi-chapter so if you wanna get everything as it comes out, don't forget to follow me and join my taglist 😉

day seven

12:48 p.m. The next few days after Eddie’s press conference/public audience had you going back and forth between Hawkins and Fort Wayne. The house your family was going to move to was not yet vacant, their previous owners still finishing up their own moving. But they allowed you to bring in some boxes to leave in their basement already, and Hopper had to empty the cabin for the Munsons anyway, so that’s what you were all mostly doing. With the destruction caused by the Mind Flayer last July, there wasn’t even much stuff salvageable to bring to Fort Wayne, but you were taking what you could carry.

You also took some time to visit Debrah, spend a day catching up with her. She did most of the talking, since her life wasn’t filled with trauma caused by interdimensional monsters (just some weird burning cracks in the middle of the town, but they were being taken care of already), and you were happy to listen to it. She was attending the local district Community College, not that far away from Hawkins, and wasn’t planning on moving any day now. Still a cheerleader, still planning on meeting the one there and living the american dream with him. You guessed she was just one of those people whose lives revolved around the minuscule city they were born and raised on. She wasn’t gonna leave that cycle. Well, if she was happy, great for her, you thought. A dose of normalcy was always good, to keep your feet grounded.

You only saw Eddie a few times those days, when you were leaving or coming to the hotel. Sometimes you also had lunch together - but it was never only the two of you. Part of you felt happy, because he was really hitting off with your family, the ones he hadn’t met yet, and seeing him and Will excitedly exchanging tips about D&D made your heart swell with fondness in a way you already knew would happen when you first met Eddie and told him about your little brother. He was also exchanging stories about getting high and exchanging tips about weed with Jonathan, but that was not nearly as adorable.

But it was your last day in Hawkins before you went back to California, Argyle’s Surfer Boy van cleaned and repaired for another three-day trip. You had a job back home that you were sure you’d lost already at this point, so you would have to find another one when you got there - to help with all the moving costs after your semester was over. You had no idea how Jon, Will and El would deal with their schools, but you had called some of your colleagues and asked them to talk to your teachers. You had good grades and no other classes missed since the beginning of college, so you were mostly sure none of them would care for your minor two-week absence.

Your biggest issue so far was that you already had a summer job hitched and your part of your next college tuition already paid (the other two thirds were thankfully covered by a scholarship) and wouldn’t be able to move back to Hawkins with the rest of your family on Summer. And you hadn’t told anyone that yet.

Well, that was a problem for future you.

You knocked on the door of room 107 as your family walked past you on the corridor, bidding you a ‘see you soon’. Jonathan throwing you a knowing smirk over his shoulder and you just flipped him the bird over yours.

Eddie opened the door, a faded Star Trek shirt and sweatpants hanging low from his hips. His hair all disheveled, looking like a cloud on a stormy day around his head. He smiled instantly at seeing you.

“Wanna grab lunch?” You invited.

02:09 p.m. First thing Eddie asked when you got to the diner was when the rest of your family would arrive. “They’re not coming, it’s just the two of us.” You answered.

“Oh, is this a date I’m having with pantry girl?” He provoked, but you just nodded in response.

“Can be if you want it to.”

He actually looked shocked for a moment before bringing his charm back. “Does that mean I get to kiss you at the end of it?”

“If you don’t eat something too garlicky, sure.” You winked and he laughed.

That was several minutes ago, and as you paid your half of the bill over the counter and Eddie rambled on about how Reefer Rick should hire a bugs exterminator to his lake house (how he got to that topic, honestly, you had no idea. But you liked hearing him ramble), you started to feel the butterflies in your stomach thinking if he was going to kiss you or not.

It was a long time due.

You walked back to the hotel, not that far away from the diner, in the slow pace you were already used to - for the sake of Eddie’s recovering injuries. His shoulder touched yours at every step, your pinkies intertwined at some point, and you felt like an eighth grader and her first crush.

You weren’t talking, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mind was dead set on that kiss he promised. You wondered if he was thinking about it too.

As you reached your hallway, his door was the closest and you really, really didn’t want this to be over. So you were bold enough to ask, “How ‘bout we watch something?”

You didn’t have much to pack, your ‘bag’ (if you could call it that, it was just a backpack) practically ready to go, and you were leaving first thing in the morning. You really wanted to enjoy those last few hours with him.

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long story short (part 2/3) | eddie munson X reader

this fic is part of a series: masterlist

summary: “I’ve thought about you every day.” He whispered, his eyes were deep into yours. “For five months?” You doubted. “For five months.” He stated. “I’ve thought about your laugh. About your eyes. Your cheer uniform.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes with a smile before he went serious again. “Your kiss…”

warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. spoilers, i guess: max is not in a coma and eleven killed vecna and closed the portals because i said so. angst with a happy ending.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: is it considered a slow burn if they've kissed before? 👀 i'm sorry i'm too wordy on this. this is not betaed! english is not my first language. if there are any absurd mistakes please let me know. if you enjoy, please reblog and comment! 💞 you can also join my taglist. and this story has a playlist!

day five

08:31 a.m. You felt like absolute shit.

The promise you’ve made to Eddie had been broken. And it obviously wasn’t even your choice.

After Eddie woke up and the officers called the doctors, you stayed on the hallway paying attention to everything you could hear through the almost-closed door. Wayne also passed you some information after it was over. But Eddie had been in pain, of course, he was basically eaten alive by interdimensional bats, and after being assessed by the doctor - Eddie would stay one more day in ICU and then be transferred to a normal room - the painkillers made him sleep again.

You even stayed longer than that, past sunrise waiting for him to wake up so you could talk again, but then Hopper showed up with the police this time to explain Eddie’s… criminal circumstances. And you wanted to stay until after they’ve cleared his room, but Hop told you your mom was waiting for you back in the hotel and that it was indispensable that you be there as soon as you could.

So you went, of course.

And you couldn’t come back to the hospital because your mom simply rented your ears off (and Will’s, and Jonathan’s, and Eleven’s) to explain that she and Hopper were now a thing - wow, shocking! - and you would all move in together (talk about fast pacing). She asked Jonathan to take the kids to the Wheeler’s and to make sure they were safe at all times. And she took you on a race to find a house that rose up to hers and Hopper’s expectations.

And that took you both three whole fucking days. Because after seeing a few houses in Hawkins on day one, your mom decided she actually didn’t want to stay in Hawkins anymore and move to Fort Wayne instead (it was still close to and bigger than Hawkins, but not nearly as big as Indianapolis). And then you had to stay with the kids on day two, allowing Jonathan to spend time with his girlfriend, while your mom and Hopper found the perfect house. And on day three, as Hop came back to work, you went with her to Fort Wayne to close the deal on the house.

Yeah, that was exhausting.

When you were finally free to come see Eddie again, you had to get his new room number with Dustin, and you bought chocolates and flowers to bring with you. You hoped he liked chocolates. And flowers. And you hoped he wasn’t too mad at you.

As you reached his floor, there was now only one officer guarding his room. And he said that more than one person was allowed now. Wayne was in there already, of course, and Eddie was asleep.

Standing by the door, you greeted mister Munson and he turned to you at the sound of your voice. “Oh hello. There’s his angel.”

“His what now?” You asked and he chuckled.

“He keeps saying you’re his guarding angel who woke him up to ‘see the light of life again’.” Wayne made air quotes. “Both me and that curly kid tried telling him you were very much real, but he wouldn’t take it because you’ve promised you would come back to see him. And you hadn’t.” His expression wasn’t exactly stern, but it wasn’t exactly friendly either.

The guilt bubbled up in your stomach once more. “I’m really sorry, mister Munson, my mom dragged me to some family matters. I wish I could’ve come sooner.”

“I’m sure. You just gotta tell him that.” He looked at Eddie one more time before collecting his jacket from the armchair beside the bed. Only then you’ve noticed Eddie also wasn’t handcuffed anymore. Thank god - and Hopper - for that. “Don’t worry, he’s a forgiving guy.”

Wayne smiled softly at you before leaving the room. You walked further into the room, set the flowers and chocolate on his nightstand, and sat down in the armchair and took Eddie’s hand in yours.

His skin wasn’t cold anymore.

09:49 p.m. You were glad you had taken a book with you, because it took Eddie a while to finally wake up. You saw him stirring in bed from you peripheral before marking the page you were at and closing the book, tucking it back into your backpack on the floor. He was rubbing his eyes with his fists, and you adjusted in the armchair - only then he seemed to notice you.

He turned to face you. “Oh, pantry girl… You’re finally back?” His remark was dripping sarcasm, but his smile was friendly. You smirked back at him.

“I’m really sorry, Eddie. Mom dragged me with her to buy a house.”

“Oh, fancy!” He reached for a cup of water on his nightstand. “Look at that, thank you! Love expensive chocolate. And the flowers smell good from here.” He commented before drinking the water, and you smiled. You thought he would keep talking after drinking and setting the glass back on the table, but he didn’t.

“Did Dustin explain something to you? About… me?” You asked, playing nervously with your own fingers.

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it's time to go | eddie munson X reader

summary: "You took a few more breaths, feeling your heart calm down and you skin grow colder, but those resting symptoms were easily thrown out the non-existent window the second your eyes were open. Because two feet in front of you crouched down Eddie Munson, a cookie he stole halfway to his mouth as he dumbly looked at you, his own dark brown eyes wide as he seemed paralyzed from getting discovered."

warnings: fem!reader - use of "princess", "lady", "sweetheart". no use of y/n. post-S3, pre-S4. fluffy fluffy fluffy. also kinda angsty - i'm sorry in advance.

word count: 5.1k words

a/n: eddie munson brain rot is real. he's got a tight hold on me. english is not my first language! sorry for any mistakes, this is not betaed (we die like chrissy). also my first eddie fic! also! my first fic in english! also! my first fic ever posted on tumblr. go easy on me, please 🥺 rb and comment if you like! you can also join my taglist! and this story has a playlist!

08:23 p.m. You almost got knocked over by a couple randomly crossing from one wall to another to continue their make out session without even separating their mouths. You cringed just a bit, stopped for a second to let them get comfortable and continued marching through the corridor. You knew the house, you’ve been there once or twice for a Science project you’ve been coupled with the house owner - Brenda Chapman. She was on your cheer squad, and you’ve seen her today just once, dancing on top of a table with a drink in hand while her boyfriend massaged her calves and looked at her like she was a goddess descending from the sky. You kind of envied that.

Anyway, the point was that you knew the house, so you knew the pantry was all the way in the back of the corridor, the last door to the left - it was a smaller door, too, and almost the exact same color as the walls. Very discreet, so you knew that no one else would notice it enough to try and enter it, not with that much alcohol going through their veins.

You were sweating a bit, could feel your blood running hot under your skin. Your hair was probably moist and messy but at this point you just didn’t care anymore.

The door squeaked softly as you passed through it with your eyes already halfway closed, and as you closed the door behind you and rested against it with your head low, your lids went down all the way. You could feel your eyes burning a little, the panic in your head wanting to be released through tears, but you took a deep breath to calm yourself. You didn’t want to cry and ruin the little makeup you had on, it was enough that the rest of your look was already - probably - in shambles.

With your eyes still closed you patted the door behind you until you found the lock, thankfully there was a key in place that you turned until you heard the soft click that indicated the door was locked.

You took a few more breaths, feeling your heart calm down and you skin grow colder, but those resting symptoms were easily thrown out the non-existent window the second your eyes were open. Because two feet in front of you crouched down Eddie Munson, a cookie he stole halfway to his mouth as he dumbly looked at you, his own dark brown eyes wide as he seemed paralyzed from getting discovered.

You wanted to scream from the scare, but you didn’t want to be discovered too, so you just gasped quietly. He did the same and slowly rose up to a standing position, like he was trying not to scare you away.

“Uh… I’m sorry?” He half apologized, half asked, confusion so clear in his feature. He tucked the cookie back in its package, placed it back on a shelf and cleaned his hands in his dark jeans pants. You could see some of the flour crumbles flying away.

Apparently he knew who the house owner - Brenda Chapman - was, and knew you weren’t her. Otherwise, you think, he would’ve said sorry for, you know, being inside her pantry and eating her cookies, not for scaring you. You wandered if he knew who you truly were.

You hoped he didn’t.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him, and tried to smile but knew at the same moment it probably looked more like a grimace. “What are you hiding from?”

“A fight. I may or may not have denied this jock guy something he wanted to buy to…” He hesitated. You kept your facial expression as neutral as you could.

“Get high?” You suggested. You knew he sold drugs. Who didn’t?

“Well, to get his girlfriend high. Without her explicit consent, I believe.” His eyes turned away from yours. “Anyway, he was pissed, yelled at me and tried to punch me, I guess? I shoved him back and just came running inside - we, uh, we were outside in the garden. It’s where I usually stay when, you know, selling illicit substances to jocks who hate me but also can’t live without me. Or my products. Or whatever.”

He was rambling. He looked nervous. His eyes didn’t stay put, cruising around the cluttered space you were both caged in. And on you, and on what you figured was your cheerleader uniform - Debrah made you wear it.

So he thought you were one of them, maybe.

Well, you were. But, also, you weren’t.

“Yeah, sounds just about right. They can be very hypocritical.” You tried to calm him again. Yourself was already calm again after the scare, being away from the crowd and loud noises at the party was enough to tame your heartbeat.

It looked like your reassurance worked again, his eyes instantly flew to yours and he took a calm, but deep breath. He was good at disguising it, but you were also a very good people reader and knew the look on his face as a soft, surprised relief.

You thought he would continue the conversation around dumb jocks, but he didn’t. “What are you hiding from?” He retorted, tilting his head a little.

“Everything. Everyone.” You shrugged. Your eyes were no longer meeting his. “Didn’t want to be here, if I’m being honest.”

“Then why are you?”

You didn’t want to tell him the whole truth. It shook you up just thinking about it. So you shrugged again.

“My friend kind of forced me. I figured I owed her a favor for putting up with my grumpy ass, so I just gave in.”

There was a small smile on your lips - a real smile now, not just a grimace - and he smiled back at you, much wider. Debrah was a nice girl. You did owe her, she had never asked much from your friendship, never complained about the fact that you probably were kind of a terrible friend. A party was nothing based on everything she had - or, hadn’t? - been through with you.

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85 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

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long story short (part 1/3) | eddie munson X reader

this fic is part of a series: masterlist

summary: "Eddie’s pale face was still all you could see. It had completely replaced all your other usual haunting images - Will’s funeral, his screams as your mom turned up the heaters, that demogorgon feasting on Bob’s limp body, El’s shriek in pain as Jon tried to pull a piece of the Mind Flayer from her leg. Probably because you knew they were safe now, out of the woods. But Eddie wasn’t."

warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. spoilers, i guess: max is not in a coma and eleven killed vecna and closed the portals because i said so. angst with a happy ending.

word count: 4.5k

a/n: this is not betaed! english is not my first language. if there are any absurd mistakes please let me know. i dunno how many parts this will have, but i promise to try not to take too long to post the rest. if you enjoy, please reblog and comment! 💞 you can also join my taglist. and this story has a playlist!

day one

09:19 a.m. His arms were tight around you, grounding you, comforting you - and you wished you were giving all that reassuring back just the same.

“It was so scary.” He said, quivering a bit. You pulled him even closer, as close as you could. “I was so scared. So scared. I didn’t think we would walk out alive. I really didn’t.” You felt his tears wetting your sweater. He was almost hurting you from all the strength he was putting into his lithe arms.

You closed your eyes, attempting to block out the images trying to form in your head - nothing you’ve actually seen, but your imagination was never one to be shy. But you had to stay strong, to not let creations of your mind frighten you, because you had to reassure him. He had to trust you.

You breathed deep before answering him. “I can only imagine, love. But we’re here now. You don’t have to be scared anymore. Everyone’s here. We’re safe. You’re safe.”

Lucas let go of you after another final squeeze and a sniff, and you turned around to properly see everyone else. The room was crowded, filled with so many people. The smell of disinfectant was uncomfortable, but the sight of all your friends united again melted your heart.

Max was awake now, still very shaken but much better than what you thought she would be. Both her legs were on casts and you couldn’t begin to imagine what that recovery would be like. The poor girl… But at least she was alive, that’s what you kept saying to yourself over and over.

Lucas went back to his seat in front of the window as you, El, Will and Jon went closer to the bed the redhead was lying on. The younger ones shared a hug, your siblings being careful not to hurt their friend.

Your hand went to her fire hair in a caress and she turned to you. “I’m so happy y’all are here.” She said, her voice a little dragged probably from all the medication she was on.

“We’re very glad too.” She reciprocated the smile you gave her as her eyes closed from the gentle touch on her head.

09:44 a.m. Not long after that, as the kids were catching up and resting on Max’s room, you gathered with all the older ones in the hospital cafeteria as you recounted everything that had happened since march 21st. The Cali crew, as you were calling yourself and your family (plus Argyle, bless his heart) went first, taking turns in explaining. You tried your best to retell everything El had described to you from the time she was on Nina, but told the others if they wanted they could ask her more about it later. The important part was that it was there that she learned about Henry/Vecna/001 and when she got her powers back.

As the Hawkins crew started their own version, some blanks in your story were beginning to be filled in. You felt bad about Chrissy, she was a very sweet girl from the little you knew her from the cheer squad. Another one of those rare pieces amongst so many rotten people who thought social status in high school was the most important thing ever.

“…and then! Dustin and Max were busting into Family Video and basically kidnapping our phones because they wanted to find where the supposed killer was, because they were already sure whatever was done to Chrissy was not made by human hands!” Robin had been monologuing for a few minutes already, but all of you were used to it at this point. She had no pause button.

“Didn’t help that the guy was Dustin’s friend. He was doubly worried.” Steve was able to interrupt his coworker, rolling his eyes. “Mike and Lucas also know the guy. He’s the leader from their dragons dungeon thing.”

“Dungeons and Dragons.” You corrected. Steve murmured ‘whatever’.

Nancy’s brows were furrowed and she was looking at her hands intertwined with Jonathan’s on her lap as she spoke. “Poor Eddie. Thrown into it head first. He did not deserve any of this.”

Your heart stopped.

I mean, there could be other Eddies in Hawkins. Of course it could. But why was the feeling in your gut so sickening?

“What’s his name now?” You asked. Your voice was trembling, and Jonathan immediately turned to look at you. He knew you too well.

“Eddie Munson. He’s a triple senior. Sells drugs.” Steve answered.

Fuck.

Fuckity-fucking-fuck.

Your heartbeat was a thousand miles per hour, your mouth was suddenly dry and for some reason your longs were no longer capable of doing their job.

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111 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

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