#one sided stommy

[marriedtobigfoot]

Part two of this story, where Robin discovers Steve’s type. A lot of people seemed interested in more, so here you go! 

The conversation doesn’t go quite the way Robin is expecting it. She’s fully prepared for Steve to launch into saying how confused he is because he’s feeling weird pants feelings for Eddie, but how does that work because he likes girls? She’s been mentally preparing herself for that exact discussion since she watched Eddie Munson call her best friend ‘Big Boy’ in the middle of committing grand theft auto. So when Steve starts talking, curled up on the gross linoleum tile of Family Video, she’s taken by surprise. She doesn’t even get the chance to answer his question before he’s throwing her prepared speech out the metaphorical window. 

“That’s stupid, you already told me that. Sharon Parker in the 5th grade, holding hands for Red Rover, blah blah blah, I know that. But like…Have you ever acted different around a girl, and then one day, you realize it’s because you like her? Like, you had a crush on a girl without even realizing it? Does that make any sense?” 

It takes Robin a second to reboot, but the second she manages, Steve throws her even further off track. 

“It’s just, Tommy H came by the other day, and he said some stuff that really has me thinking and-” 

Robin can’t stop herself. As soon as she hears a name other than Eddie Munson, she has a hand out covering Steve’s mouth. He gives her a look, surprised and confused. Maybe a little annoyed. She valiantly ignores him because what he just said has her head spinning, and she needs to put a stop to it right now. 

“Steve. My best friend in the whole universe. I’m here for whatever you need and whatever you might be figuring out about yourself. You know I’m going to support you 100% no matter what happens but…Please. PLEASE tell me that you didn’t just discover you have a crush on TOMMY H! He isn’t even your type, Steve! He isn’t even in the ballpark of your type! He’s so far off it’s honestly kind of laughable and-” 

Now it’s Steve who puts a hand over her mouth. 

“Jesus, Robin! First of all, gross. I’m not into Tommy, okay? Never gonna happen, not in a million years. And second, what the hell do you mean ‘my type?’ What the hell would you know about my type?” 

Robin carefully removes his hand from her face and shakes her head. She has absolutely no clue where this conversation is going, but there’s still a chance it can work its way somewhere good. Somewhere Munson-related. And she owes it to Steve to listen to his crisis properly. 

“Nevermind, forget that. What happened with Tommy?” 

“Okay well, he came over, like I said. He was super wasted, and I guess he and Carol broke up? And he started talking about when we were friends, and how he always used to try and get closer to me. He said he almost asked me if I wanted to practice kissing once? And he talked about like, trying to touch me all the time, trying to make me laugh? Basically saying he had a crush on me, which was super weird.” 

Robin nodded, because really, she had no idea what to say to that. 

“And then he kissed me. Which was kind of gross because he tasted like whisky and he was being all sloppy, like he wanted to eat my face. But…” 

“But?” 

“It wasn’t as gross as I would have expected I guess.” 

“I thought you said you didn’t like him!” 

“I don’t! It just, wasn’t a totally horrible kiss okay? Only a little horrible.” 

Robin sighed and let her head tip back against the wall. 

“Okay, I’m not seeing your dilemma yet. Tommy liking you and kissing you is kind of weird sure, but it doesn’t change anything about you.” 

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a puff of air. He looked small in this bathroom, scared in a way that Robin hated. They had faced down monsters, torture, long shifts with Keith. A conversation with his best friend should never have Steve looking that afraid, ever. 

She reached out and took his hand in her, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Hey, it’s okay Steve. Tell me what’s going on in that head.” 

“It’s just…Some of what Tommy said. About how he tried to get closer to me, to touch me and make me laugh and shit? I guess I realized that I’m doing that stuff. With somebody else. And if Tommy did it because he liked me then…” 

“You think it might mean you like this person. This…guy?” 

“Yeah. This guy.” 

There it was, the Eddie Munson of it all. Because Robin only knew of one guy that Steve spent his time with and would be trying to be touchy and close with. She had watched it happen with her own eyes, the way Steve would look for reasons to lean past Eddie, to put a hand on his shoulder, his back, once getting brave and putting a hand on his waist. She’d watched Eddie do the exact same things around Steve, too.

Part of her almost just comes out and tells Steve, that she knows who he’s talking about. Except he still looks unsure. He looks like he wants to throw up a little, and Robin has to fix that. 

“You know it’s okay right? For you to like this guy?” 

“I know. It’s just weird, to realize I might like him that way. Normally I can figure out when I’m into someone.” 

“Well, normally you aren’t friends with the people you’re into first. That makes it confusing.” 

“And I’m normally into people with boobies.” 

“That too.” 

Steve lets out a tiny laugh, and it makes Robin beam. Something about Steve is lighter now, like somethings been lifted off his chest, something that’s been there for a really long time without him knowing. She wants to tell him how much she’s loves him. How much she cares about him and supports him. She wants to tell him about all her research, and fully explain to him her findings when it comes to ‘his type.’ 

She wants to tell him that she knows the guy he likes is Eddie. That she thinks Eddie might like him too. 

The ‘ring for service’ bell ruins her chance at saying any of it. 

She and Steve both clamber off the floor, adjusting their vests before exiting the bathroom to greet whoever keeps ringing the stupid bell over and over again. Robin can’t decide if it’s the best luck in the world, or the worst, when it’s Eddie Munson himself standing at the counter. 

She leans towards best luck when she sees the way Steve’s cheeks go red.

A few people asked to be tagged if I did a part 2, so hopefully I do that right! I’ve got a few more parts planned, so if anybody else wants to be tagged let me know and I’ll do my best!

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#steve harrington #Robin Buckley #Platonic Stobin #Wingman Robin Buckley #Steddie #Eddie Munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steddie ficlet #stommy #one sided stommy #because I am a Tommy was in love with Steve Truther FIRST and a person never #Steve may have liked him once upon a time but that ship has sailed now

[formosusiniquis]

last night, i dreamt i still knew you

Tommy Hagan & Steve Harrington, One Sided Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington, & Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

aka the one where Tommy goes to college, gets lonely, introspects on the classic high school homoerotic friendship, and Ferris Bueller helps provide some insight on the self

He imagines a happy Steve, a jealous Steve, a down on his luck Steve; but every single one misses him. Every Steve has the same empty and wanting space in his heart that Tommy used to fill. Armed with a million maybes and what if’s Tommy still had no intention of doing a thing. He’d spend his time in Hawkins, with his family, and when the summer came to an end he’d tell his mom it was just such a shame that his old friends were so busy. But Hawkins is a small town, has always been a small town. And even with hours of late night imaginings that all hinged on small town coincidence, he wasn’t prepared for Steve Harrington outside The Hawk with a gaggle of high schoolers and Eddie the Freak.

it's 4k babes it just reads better on ao3

#one sided stommy #stranger things fic #my fic #steddie #outside pov #character study #that's maybe a reach but it's all i can think of to describe this #listen ive been working on this off and on for the last three months and it must go #sometimes we start a fic in the lonely winter months and try to end it when the optimism of the summer comes

[stevethehairington]

omg i may have just added another stommy-not-stommy fic to my wips 👀

#i say stommy not stommy bc it is very much one sided on tommy's part and also features steddie sooooo #👀👀👀 #i saw a tweet went '... what if...' kept scrolling then like an hour later opened a note on my phone to start jotting down a VERY BASIC ide #which then snowballed and now i have a little bit of dialogue and some beginning expose and Tommy Lore and and and #i am rubbing my lil raccoon hands together rn #mack writes

[cranberrymoons]

do something about it

prompt: accidental confession (discord drabble) word count: 956 rated: m tags: STOMMY 😇🗣️ no upside down au, pining, drunken confession, making out

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Tommy sighs as he slumps back against the headboard. 

The party’s still going on outside of his room, lights and thumping music, and there’s someone in the kitchen with a lampshade on their head or something probably, and there’s someone’s empty beer can on his nightstand but he’s too gone to really care. He kind of just wants to curl up and sleep, but –

The door bangs open, and he jerks in surprise, but then relaxes. 

It’s just Steve. 

Steve with his perfect smile and his perfect face and his perfect soft hair, even after he disappeared upstairs earlier with some sorority girl – of course it fucking is, it’s always perfect – and his eyes are big and sleepy and slow-blinking as he flops down on his back at the end of Tommy’s bed. Endless tanned skin and long-fingered hands and that smile when he turns his head and catches Tommy’s eye.

And just – he’s so pretty. 

He’s always been so, so pretty, and Tommy has never wanted to kiss him more than he does right now. Which is saying something, because he basically always wants to kiss Steve. Has always wanted to kiss Steve, even back before he knew that was an option. Not that he actually knows it’s an option now, kissing Steve specifically, but kissing in general is –

Whatever. 

Point is, he’s probably a little bit in love with him or something. Or maybe even a lot. How embarrassing. Carol used to even make fun of him for it, this big stupid crush on Steve. She was joking, probably, but she was also right.

He watches Steve’s face shift, his mouth opening into a little oh and his eyes going slightly wide. He pulls himself up to sit, folding a leg under himself as he turns to face Tommy.

“You what?” 

Tommy frowns. Blinks once, then again. “What?”

Steve clears his throat. “You said…”

His cheeks are pink and beautiful, and so is his mouth as he speaks, but –

Tommy feels a cold wave of panic wash through him. The plastic cup slips in his hand as he grips it tighter, and he sets it down on the nightstand, sitting up straighter. 

At what point did the thinking turn into talking, and how much did he say, and how absolutely fucked is he?

“Dude.” He gives a weak laugh. “You know I’m always talking shit.”

A line appears between Steve’s eyebrows, but he’s smiling a little and still so pink, and Tommy thinks that probably means he’s not about to get his ass kicked. 

“So you don’t think I’m pretty?”

Tommy blinks. “Obviously you are,” he says, because apparently his dick to brain to mouth filter is broken. “Obviously.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “So do something about it.”

Tommy swallows reflexively. “What?”

“You said you wanted to kiss me,” Steve says, and that’s when Tommy notices the hand pressing into the top of his thigh, realizes Steve has uncurled himself and risen up onto his knees and is leaning forward into his space. “Do something about it.”

Tommy glances to either side, like he’s looking for someone else that Steve could be talking to, but there’s no one – just them and the relative darkness of the room and the receding noise of the party still going on downstairs.

“It’s not just a drunk thing,” Tommy says. His voice comes out quiet, now that Steve is so close. “For me.”

Steve takes a breath and nods. “Okay.”

He’s staring at Tommy’s mouth as he says it, and Tommy wonders if his lips are pink like Steve’s. His tongue darts out to lick them, and Steve sways closer. 

“I don’t want to do it if we’re just going to pretend it never happened,” he says.

Steve nods, glancing back up to meet Tommy’s eye. Again, “Okay.”

His fingers dig into the muscle of Tommy’s thigh, just a few points of pressure, and that’s the thing – that’s what tips him over the edge. His hand comes up to grab onto Steve, half in his hair and half on his cheek, angling his face up as he pushes forward to meet him, sparks shooting off behind his eyes, because finally.

It’s not very good at first as kisses go – their teeth click together, and Steve’s tongue tastes a little like cheap beer as it pushes into his mouth, but then the angle changes and –

“Fuck,” Tommy says. Steve plants a knee on either side of his hips and settles down in his lap, hands threading back through his hair to drag him into another kiss. “Fuck.”

It’s somehow exactly how he’s always pictured it and also so much better, because he never could have pictured this – Steve real and warm and heavy on top of him, hard against him where they’re pressed together, the breathy little gasp he lets out when Tommy’s hand slides down his back to span out over his waist.

He’s never going to be able to go back to picturing it after this.

Steve’s hand grapples back to find his, threads their fingers together and pulls him away, and Tommy’s heart lurches in his chest, bracing for him to draw back, change his mind, decide this is too much – but Steve just draws his hand further around until Tommy has a handful of his ass through the tight denim of his jeans.

Steve grinds down against him, and Tommy’s head falls back with a thud, groaning as he stares up at the ceiling. Steve’s mouth attaches itself to his neck and works down toward his collar, and he feels like his whole brain is spinning with how much he wants.

And finally, after years and years and years of this, he lets himself take.

[also on ao3]

#stwgdailyprompt #steve harrington #tommy hagan #stranger things #my fic #discord drabble #stommy #stommy fic

[atimeofyourlife]

My first kiss went a little like this

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: first kiss/ first time | rated: t | wc: 464 | tags: first kiss, getting together, past Stommy Steve and Eddie talk about their first kisses

"What about your first kiss?" Steve asked Eddie, ashing his cigarette in the ash tray sat between them on the patio.

"Tenth grade. Nicole Summers. I think she was in your grade?" Eddie replied.

"You're kidding?" Steve sat up to look at Eddie better.

"Nope. Why?"

"I dated her in eighth grade." Steve said, "Took her to the Snowball and everything."

"You gonna get mad that I stole your girl then, Harrington?" Eddie asked, a teasing tone to his voice, and nudging Steve a little in the side.

"Nah. We were only really together because our best friends were dating. We paired up because Tommy and Carol were together. We broke up a few weeks after Christmas that year. We decided that we'd be better off as friends." Steve explained.

"Was she your first kiss too?"

"No." Steve replied, but didn't add any detail, just continued smoking in silence.

"You going to tell me about it, or?" Eddie prompted after the silence felt like it was dragging out.

Steve stubbed out the end of his cigarette, and closed his eyes. A few deep breaths, before he whispered into the cool air of the night. "Tommy H."

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure how to respond. "Oh." He said after a few moments.

"I. I shouldn't have. You. Please don't tell anyone." Steve tripped over his words as he scrambled to his feet.

"Hey, Steve. Calm down." Eddie stood up and went after Steve, pulling him into a hug. "It's okay. I'm not going to judge you."

Steve froze for a moment, before melting into the hug. "I've only told Robin that before."

"Thanks for trusting me with it. I know that can't have been easy." Eddie murmured. "Are you going to give me any details about that, or just leave it at being Tommy H."

"We were twelve, thirteen maybe? He wanted to know if he was any good at kissing before he kissed a girl. He said it wasn't gay because we were just practicing. But, it turned out to be a little gay. For me, at least. When I kissed Tommy, it made me realize that I liked guys as well." Steve said quietly, still unsure about how Eddie would take it.

"So you're what? Bisexual?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah. It took forever to find that word. Until last year, I thought I was the only one." Steve admitted.

"I get that. Because I felt the same. I knew people that were gay. But I never met anyone else that liked both." Eddie replied.

"Until now." Steve said, glancing at Eddie's lips before going back to his eyes.

"Yeah. Until now." Eddie agreed.

Steve hesitated for a second, before pulling Eddie closer, and kissing him softly on the lips.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #first kiss #past stommy #getting together #steddieholidaydrabbles #atimeofyourwrites

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Before You Go

Warning: Sad, very angsty. Past Stommy.

Steve's bottom lip quivered as he started to pull out the box that he had stuffed in his closet a couple of years ago. He hadn't thought about it until now. He tore off the lid and started pulling things out. The first thing he pulled out were drawings he and Tommy had done when they were kids. There was a dragon and a figure that didn't really look like Tommy, but it was Tommy who stood in front of the dragon with a flaming sword. Steve stood behind him with his own sword.

"I'll always protect you, Stevie-boy," Tommy had said.

"Even in your own messed up way, you always kept trying," Steve said and cried. "I'm sorry, Tommy, I'm so sorry."

He pulled out a picture of him and Tommy that Tommy's mom had taken of them. Branches held out like swords and masks over their faces like they were pirates. They were supposed to be fighting each other but they couldn't stop giggling. Steve clutched the picture frame to his chest as he bent over, sobbing. He straightened up and held the container closer as he pulled out more stuff. There were clothes in here that Tommy had left behind. He held one of his shirts to his face and he could almost imagine that it still smelled like Tommy. He pulled out the bear that Tommy had won for him at a fair. The bear that he had named after Tommy. Steve held Thomas to his chest and took a drink from the bottle he had dragged up here with him. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening startled him.

"Steve! We're here to party! Well, not party because you know how I feel about parties but we're here to fuck shit up!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Eloquent as always, Munson," Robin told him. "We're just here to watch movies."

Steve cursed. He had forgotten that they had agreed to hang out a few days ago. He stood up quickly and nearly fell over. Shit, maybe he had drunk more than he had thought. Still clutching his bear, he stumbled downstairs to find them lounging in the living room. He quickly wiped his face and grinned at them.

"HEY!" he said loudly.

"Are you drunk? What's with the bear, Steve?" Robin asked.

"What bear?" he asked.

"Well, that one that you're holding, man," Eddie said and Steve looked sadly down at the bear. "Jesus, man, who died?"

Steve burst into tears and collapsed on the floor, unable to hold it in. It wasn't real. This couldn't be real. Suddenly, Eddie and Robin were by his side.

"Who died, Steve?" Robin asked softly.

"Tommy," he whimpered. "Car accident. His mom called."

"Oh, Steve, I'm sorry. I know he was your friend," Robin said sympathetically.

"He wasn't always an asshole. He wasn't always so miserable. It was my fault. All my fault, I turned him into that. If I just kept it the way it was going, maybe it would have worked itself out. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten with Nancy and Barb wouldn't have died. . . all because I couldn't handle being the other man," Steve sniffled.

"What?!" Eddie and Robin exclaimed.

"I thought maybe Tommy was just the exception but that's not the case. I definitely like. . . like a lot of people. You would have liked Tommy before. . . before I broke his heart. We were in love, you know. I was in love with him. He was the first friend that I ever made, who approached me, and who wasn't intimated by my father. He liked me and it wasn't because of my dad. He wasn't using me like the other 'friends'. We were eight years old, and we were quick to become best friends. As time went by, things began to change. We were each other's first kiss, although we were said it was just for practice. Who were we kidding? When we got older, we started doing other things to help get each other off and everything we did, we did with our clothes on. Then the clothes came off and suddenly, we weren't just each other's first kiss," Steve said.

"You lost your virginities to each other?" Robin asked. "That's why you never say when it comes up."

"I didn't want to out Tommy. Although, I guess I'm outing him now. Suppose it doesn't really matter," Steve muttered. "We finally decided to stop fooling ourselves and we admitted to having sex with each other, that we were attracted to each other. We weren't ready for anything else yet, so we weren't exclusive. We were just best friends who fuck each other. So, we tried to see other people. I slept with other people, but it didn't seem like Tommy was having any luck until Carol came along. Carol became his girlfriend, and I hated her for it," Steve said.

"I thought Tommy and Carol were having sex since seventh grade," Eddie said and Robin nudged him.

"That's just a rumor. Carol didn't join our little group until high school," Steve rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I was jealous of her because I wanted to be her. I wanted to be Tommy's boyfriend. Tommy wanted to have his cake and eat it too. We were still sleeping with each other even then. . . "

Steve sighed as he collapsed back onto the bed as Tommy threw the sheets over them and pulled Steve into his arms. Steve sighed as Tommy ran his fingers down his back.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you," Tommy said.

Steve froze. This was the first time that they either one of them had said even when they were just friends.

"You love me?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," he replied.

"I love you too," Steve said.

He climbed top of Tommy, straddling his naked waist, and kissed him. He felt Tommy grin against his lips. Tommy flipped him over onto his back and deepened the kiss while thrusting his hips against Steve’s. He pulled back from Steve.

"Going for round two, huh? I'm going to show you just how much I love you, Stevie-boy," Tommy said and kissed him.

This time, it was Steve who broke the kiss and gazed at him. He cupped Tommy's face and smiled when Tommy kissed his palm.

"Does this mean that I'm your boyfriend?" Steve asked.

"Hell yeah," Tommy smirked.

"Do you really want to show me how much you love me?" Steve asked, and Tommy nodded. "Break up with Carol."

Tommy froze for a moment before scowling and moving away from Steve, climbing off of him.

"Why do you have to ruin things, man?" Tommy asked.

"Ruin things? I'm asking you to break things off with Carol so we're not cheating!" Steve exclaimed.

"It's not cheating, man. What Carol and I have isn't real," Tommy said. "I don't like women like you like women."

"Well, does she know that?" Steve asked. "I mean, not about you liking men. You don't have to tell anyone that if you're not ready. Does she know that you don't have feelings for her?"

"Man, why do you care about what Carol thinks? I thought you hated her," Tommy said.

"I do, but that doesn't mean that she deserves to be used!" Steve yelled.

Tommy scowled at him and got up, pulling on his boxers. Steve did the same.

"I'm not - that's not what I'm doing!" Tommy yelled.

"Oh yeah! What are you thinking about when you fuck her?" Steve asked.

"You, it's always you!" Tommy asked.

"Don't you think Carol deserves someone to think about her while they fuck her? While they hold her and kiss her? Carol deserves better than to be cheated on, and despite the fact that you don't have feelings for her, it's still cheating!" Steve yelled.

"You know I can't let my dad find out about us! About me!" Tommy exclaimed.

"I know that! It doesn't mean that you still can't hide. You don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to, but you're using Carol to keep your secret, and she doesn't know. You're wasting her time. She deserves better than this. I stopped sleeping with other people when I realized that I had feelings for you," Steve said. "Why can't you do the same?"

"It's not real," Tommy muttered.

"Then this isn't real either!" Steve yelled.

"You don't mean that!" Tommy said.

"This is killing me, Tommy. I've watched my dad cheat on my mom time and time again. I saw how much it hurt her. I can't risk doing that with Carol," Steve muttered.

"I don't want to hurt you," Tommy frowned.

"Then break up with Carol," Steve said.

"I can't," Tommy said.

"Then I guess I have to do the right thing here. I'm breaking up with you, Tommy," Steve said.

"Steve. . .I don't want to lose you," Tommy said, his eyes filled with tears.

"We can still be friends," Steve said, and Tommy looked like he had been slapped.

Tommy glared at him before getting dressed and storming out of the house. The slamming of the doors caused Steve to flinch.

". . .and after that, it was different between us. He was different. . .angrier. And then Nancy came into my life, and I fell hard for her. Suddenly, Tommy didn't fit into my life anymore, and it was Tommy who was hating Nancy. It was me who had to walk away from Tommy. I never got to fix things with him, and I thought about it, but it's never going to happen. Not that I wanted to get back together with him. I wanted my best friend back. The one I used to create forts with in the living room and tell everything to. I wanted him to know you, Robin, and to know Eddie. . . To know the kids. I wanted him to know that even though it didn't work out with him, I wanted the old Tommy back in my life. I want to tell him about this guy I like. I can't do it, I can't fix it," Steve sobbed.

"Oh, Steve," Robin said with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you, Robbie," Steve sighed. "He got me this bear, you know. At a fair. I named him Thomas."

"It's okay, I get it," Robin said, running her hand through his hair.

"Steve, I think you might need some water. I'll go get you some," Eddie said.

Suddenly, Steve yelled and threw himself into Eddie's arms.

"Please don't go," Steve said.

"I'll get the water," Robin said. "You get our Steve to the couch."

Eddie ran his hand through Steve’s hair for a moment before picking him up in his arms.

"Oooh, strong and pretty," Steve giggled and poked his nose.

"Yeah, you're definitely drunk," Eddie smiled.

He carried Steve to the couch and put him on the couch, but it was hard to do with the way Steve was clinging to him. Eddie sighed before sitting down on the couch with Steve in his arms. Steve burried his face into Eddie's chest as Eddie rubbed his back.

"I'm sorry about Hagan, sweetheart," Eddie said. "I can't imagine how hard this must be."

"It's so. . .so hard. Sometimes, I can still see him. . .like he's burned into my retinas. . . and I can still see him walking around here," Steve said, his voice cracking. "I'm crazy."

"You're grieving," Eddie said softly.

Robin came back with a bottle of water and handed it to Steve. He handed the bear to Robin as she sat down. Steve sat up in Eddie's lab and started drinking the water.

"Robin? We're always going to be best friends, right?" Steve asked.

"We're more than best friends, dingus," she said affectionately. "We're platonic soulmates, and there's nothing on earth that can break that."

Steve downed the whole bottle of water before tossing it onto the coffee table. He wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck.

"Eddie. . .do you promise to always be a part of my life no matter what?" Steve asked as he raised his pinky to him. "Pinky promise?"

Eddie grinned. Keeping one hand on Steve’s lower back, he raised his other hand and hooked his pinky with Steve’s.

"I promise, darlin," Eddie said.

Steve leaned down and kissed his own hand, his pinky locked with his. Eddie smiled softly and kissed his own hand as well. Steve let go, giggling.

"The guy I was talking about was you," Steve said. "I like you."

"I like you too," Eddie replied.

"Do you - do you think that we can wait until I'm a little more sober to have our first kiss?" Steve asked.

"I think that's a good idea, sweetheart," Eddie said.

Steve sighed and leaned his forehead against Eddie's.

"I don't think I can get through this without you guys," Steve sighed.

Robin got on her knees and leaned over to hug them both.

"We're here, Steve," Robin said and squeezed him tightly as he started crying again.

Eight year old Steve sighed as he kicked his feet in the water of his pool as Tommy sat beside him.

"Tommy?"

"Yeah?"

"We've been hanging out a lot. Does this mean we're best friends now?" Steve asked.

"Heck yeah!"

"How long do you want to be my best friend for?" Steve asked.

"Forever, Stevie-boy, forever."

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[augustjustice]

👀👀👀👀👀 drag AU? Do tell!!!

Thank you so much for the ask, dear!!

So, I adore the idea of Steve getting into drag post-Hawkins--it's competitive, it's an opportunity for Steve to indulge in fashion and femininity, it would give him an opportunity to be both bitchy and funny which he excels at--it just genuinely seems like a perfect fit for him. I also love an outsider POV, especially ones in which characters have to reconcile with how much Steve has changed over the years.

So, this is a future fic where Tommy Hagan--now fully out of the closet--attends a drag show that unbeknownst to him his former best friend is performing in. The fic is primarily just centered around Tommy dealing with that revelation and what exactly Steve's life is like now (the Party, now in their early 20s, is also there to cheer Farrah--Steve's drag persona--on, as are Robin and Eddie, of course), and getting a chance to talk with Steve afterwards. Just Steve being fabulous, ex-friends from the same small town reconciling with who they've both grown up to be, and of course a sprinkle of angsty unrequited Stommy feelings on Tommy's end.

And a snippet, of Tommy observing the Party before he's quite put all the pieces together:

Curly-top’s scream is at some kind of impossible high frequency Tommy would have thought only dogs could hear.

“Yay, Steve!” the dark-haired girl cheers beside him. 

“Farrah,” Red corrects automatically, though there’s no hint of the impatience she’s shown all night in her tone. 

“Oh. Yes.” The other woman cups her hands around her mouth as she shouts again. “Go, Farrah!!”

With a wink and a waggle of her fingers, Farrah blows a kiss into the crowd, right in the group’s direction. 

Impossibly, their whooping and hollering and whistling gets even louder.

“You guys know her?” Tommy hears the punk-looking dude–he’s wearing a leather jacket covered in spikes and has long, shaggy hair–ask from their other side.

“Farrah used to babysit us!” Lucas answers, just loud enough to be heard over the crowd. 

“No shit? She’s amazing!”

“I know!” Lucas’s enthusiastic nod is accompanied by a wide, proud smile. 

Something in Tommy’s brain short circuits. 

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #tommy hagan #stommy #but it's unrequited #the party #wip game #my writing #the 'punk looking' dude is totally a metalhead that knows eddie and steve via corroded coffin's performances (they're not famous #but they still play gigs locally) but tommy cannot distinguish between musical subcultures he's just still not that kinda guy lol

[rogueddie]

I'm so sorry but I've been getting slowly more and more obsessed with one sided Stommy- but only in a romantic sense. Tommy is the only one who wants an actual relationship and Steve is dumb, bi and thinks fooling around with Tommy is just a Normal Bro Thing™.

It's not until he's having a drunk conversation with Robin where she has to explain that no, it's not a normal straight thing to want to fuck your same sex friends, that he realizes.

#stranger things #steve harrington #tommy hagan #stommy

[starryeyedjanai]

all that you've conquered was already yours

stommy | explicit | 2.3k

read on ao3

happy birthday @stobinesque!!! hope your day was amazing!! 🥳

When Steve leans back against the pillows on his bed, he doesn't question it when Tommy slips onto the bed next to him.

They just got back from some house party that was more trouble than it was worth. The beer was shitty and the jungle juice was even shittier.

It's December and the snow on the ground made the trek across campus even worse than normal.

Steve didn't have any luck with any of the girls he talked to tonight and Carol's sick and couldn't come out tonight so he didn't even have her to bitch about everyone at the party with him.

"Did I tell you that Carol sucked me off right before I left for the party?" Tommy asks out of nowhere, breaking the comfortable silence that was stretching between them.

"No, you didn't," Steve says, rolling his eyes, but getting ready for whatever is about to come out of Tommy's mouth. He does this sometimes. Talks and talks and talks about him and Carol and the things they get up to.

Steve usually doesn't stop it because as much as he wants to pretend he doesn't care, he's gotten himself off plenty of times to the things Tommy talks about. To memories of Tommy leaning in close or sitting close enough that he could whisper and Steve would still hear him, talking about eating Carol out or Carol tying him up or the first time he and Carol tried anal.

"Well, she did," he says, sighing, leaning back so he's shoulder to shoulder with Steve. "I told you before that she doesn't normally like when I come in her mouth, but she can't taste anything right now because of the cold, so she let me come in her mouth, then she, like, played with it?"

"Played with it?" he asks, shifting on the bed.

Tommy hums, "Mhm. Like, held it in her mouth, opened up wide to let me see it on her tongue. It was hot."

Steve lost most of the effect of the alcohol on the walk back home, but he's still a little bit buzzed, so he knows as soon as Tommy's done talking about it, he's going to excuse himself to the showers and wrap his hand around himself thinking about that - Carol with her mouth wrapped around Tommy, letting him paint her tongue with his come. Just the thought has him chubbing up in his jeans.

"Sounds hot," he says in agreement.

"It was." Tommy turns onto his side to face him and Steve looks over at him. "She sat on my face before that. She likes to get off before she gets me off," he says, looking into Steve's eyes.

"Okay," Steve says, not looking away.

Steve doesn't know how he's always so collected when he says stuff like that. His tone is calm and cool, like he's completely unaffected. The only giveaway that he's feeling anything at all about the words that come out of his mouth is that his face always gets so red, like he's almost embarrassed, but he still says it anyway.

Tommy leans a little closer and puts his hand on Steve where he's a little hard in his pants. Steve is horny and a little buzzed, so he lets him, his heartbeat picking up.

Tommy just cups him through his pants at first, still looking at him. He leans in after a minute and presses a kiss to Steve's neck, just one, before leaning back

Steve lets him touch him through his pants and only stops to think about it when Tommy leans back and starts unbuttoning his pants.

He asks, "Why?" Just- why.

And Tommy answers, "I kind of cockblocked you earlier, right? It's only fair."

It's sort of true. He did come over and sling his arm around Steve's shoulders as he was putting the moves on some girl. She left pretty quickly after that, but he didn't have much hope there anyway and it's not like he's hard up for it or anything. He hooks up a lot so it's not exactly a hardship to hang with his best friend when he's a little drunk.

But it still doesn't make him stop Tommy when he gets his pants undone. He even lifts his hips to help when Tommy starts dragging them down his thighs. Tommy helps get them all the way off and settles back on his side next to him.

He sucks in a breath when Tommy's hand touches him through his underwear, where he's most of the way hard now, just this light touch that makes Steve's brain whir a little bit.

"What about Carol?" he asks, his breath getting a little bit faster with Tommy's hand so close to touching him for real.

Tommy stills his hand on him. "You know we're kind of open. I told you that," he says.

"I didn't realize that included men for you," Steve says, looking at him and putting his hand on Tommy's, moving it for him along Steve's dick, back and forth, as he gets harder.

Tommy grins at him and says, "It includes you," all casual, like it doesn't make Steve's blood boil, a flame lit up inside him.

"For Carol too?" he asks meanly, almost baring his teeth at the thought.

Tommy laughs. "Why? You wanna fuck my girl?" he asks, leaning in so close that Steve can feel his breath on his mouth.

"Maybe," he quips back, licking his lips, Tommy's eyes following the movement.

"Take these off," Tommy says, snapping the waistband of his briefs back onto his skin.

Steve complies, shoving his briefs off. "You're more demanding than I thought you'd be in bed," he says.

"You think about me in bed often?" Tommy asks. Steve gasps in a breath as he puts his hand back on him, wrapping his fist around him.

"The two of you. Sometimes."

Tommy hums, stroking his hand up and down Steve's length. "When you touch yourself?"

"Yeah," Steve pants out, closing his eyes as Tommy plays with the head of his cock, his thumb pressing into the sensitive nerves along the frenulum. "I think about the stuff you tell me. Like, if you weren't doing this, I'd be in the shower thinking about your come on Carol's tongue."

He can hear the smile in Tommy's voice when he says, "I always kind of hoped that's what you were doing when you would wander off after I talked about her."

"Is that why you do it? Because you wanted me to jerk off thinking about it?" he asks, curious. It worked, in any case.

"Not just that," he says. "I don't know, it's. Carol likes it, too. Likes to hear exactly what I told you. And she likes to talk about what she'd do to you if she had you in her bed."

"What would she do?" he asks, voice strained.

Tommy starts stroking him again. He says, "If you think I'm demanding, just wait until you hear Carol. It's like she's directing porn sometimes, the things she says. She wants you tied to the bed, my cock inside you, with her bouncing on your cock."

He can imagine it, all four of his limbs spread out and tied to the posts of the bed, Tommy between his thighs, Carol straddling him. He's never really thought about being tied up or held down, but, "I could get into that," he says.

"Yeah? You think we can make that happen, the three of us?" Tommy asks.

"Oh, for sure," he says, opening his eyes to look at him. And because he has to poke fun at Tommy a little bit, he asks, "You afraid if I get Carol alone, she's gonna realize I'm better in bed?" He bucks his hips up into Tommy's grip.

"I think that's a competition Carol would love to be the judge of," Tommy says, pulling his hand back.

"I bet she would," Steve says.

His breath stutters when Tommy slides down his body and settles between Steve's thighs, his head almost in his lap.

"Can I?" he asks, blinking up at him.

"Yeah," Steve whispers, bracing himself for it.

Tommy ducks his head and licks the precome gathered at the tip, closing his eyes like he's savoring it. Fuck.

He takes the head into his mouth and sucks lightly, pulling a gasp from Steve's throat. He licks at the head like it's all he wants to be doing, like he has all the time in the world.

He swirls his tongue along the sensitive skin under the head that he was playing with earlier before he slides his mouth further down, taking more of his cock.

Steve reaches down and pushes a hand through Tommy's hair, cradling the back of his head.

Tommy pulls back and says, "You can, uh, you know. You can direct me or whatever."

"Yeah?" Steve asks. "Can you take the whole thing?"

Tommy nods and opens his mouth back up, so Steve guides him back onto his cock, moving him down his cock. He stops when he feels the resistance of Tommy's throat, just keeps him there, on the precipice of it, for a moment, the head of his cock almost in his throat. He can savor this too, the feeling of Tommy's throat opening for him.

Tommy relaxes his throat and lets Steve bully his cock further in until his nose is nestled in the coarse hair of his pubes. He's breathing shallowly through his nose and Steve can feel it tickling the hair there.

The feeling is heady, having his cock squeezed by Tommy's throat, the feeling of him swallowing around him making Steve ears ring, making his eyes cross.

He pulls him off his cock and lets him breathe for a second before he says, "Tap me if you need me to stop, okay?"

"I will," Tommy says, putting his mouth back on him, eager.

Steve puts both bands in Tommy's hair and plants his feet on the bed to fuck up into Tommy's mouth.

He drops his head back on the pillow beneath him and keeps shallowly fucking his mouth. It's warm and wet and his throat is tight around him whenever he pushes into it. He's close already, from Tommy touching him, from feeling Tommy's mouth wrapped around him, because it's Tommy making him feel like this.

He can feel his balls drawing up - they're so wet with Tommy's spit.

That thought alone - Tommy getting him all messy and sloppy with his spit - is what pushes him over the edge. He comes with his cock buried deep in Tommy's throat, feeling him swallow around him, trying not to choke on it all.

Tommy taps his hip and Steve drops his hips and hands back on the bed, letting Tommy pull back off his cock at his own pace. He laps at the sensitive head, cleaning him up, and Steve shudders through it.

He lets Tommy lick and kiss his dick until it gets to be too much, the sensitivity turning the stinging pleasure sharper. He puts a hand back in Tommy's hair and tugs and Tommy pulls away with a parting kiss to his cock.

He crawls back up and settles next to Steve, back in the same position this started in, while Steve catches his breath.

Steve looks over at Tommy, ready to return the favor with his hand, maybe his mouth, but Tommy's pants are undone, and his shirt is splattered with his come.

Tommy sees him looking and has the nerve to blush. He shrugs and says, "I came when you were fucking my throat."

"You like it that much?"

"Yeah, I like it," he says. "I suck Carol's strap a lot and that always gets me off so quickly."

Steve's brain goes offline for a second, the thought of Tommy on his knees for Carol making him cock twitch - her strap down his fucking throat, his hand shoved into his pants as he takes it.

"Jesus christ," he says, flinging his forearm over his eyes.

He hears Tommy get up, hears him opening and closing drawers, cleaning himself up and changing into clothes that aren't covered in his come. He stays laying there, thinking about what just happened, thinking about what Tommy said earlier: wait til you hear Carol.

Tommy climbs back onto the bed with Steve. He cleans Steve up, uses a wet wipe on his dick where the come and spit have started to dry down. It's an intimate feeling, Tommy handling him with such care, looking after him.

He must toss the wipe somewhere because his hand settles on Steve's stomach under his shirt when he's done cleaning him up. Christ, he's still wearing his shirt, Winnie-the-Pooh-ing it this whole time.

"Do you do this a lot? With other guys?" Steve asks, biting his lip. He doesn't want to get his hopes up, but he does want to hear what Carol would say if he was in her bed with both of them. He might want more than that, if he's being totally honest with himself.

He lowers his arm and looks over at Tommy.

Tommy strokes his hand over Steve's stomach, making him shiver a little. He shakes his head. "Not really. I mean, I have before. But not recently. And they were never really who I wanted to be doing it with, so-" He cuts himself off, looking away for the first time all night.

Oh.

"Oh," Steve says.

"Yeah, oh," Tommy says, still not looking at him.

Steve reaches over and cups his chin, turning him back towards him. He says, "I said I thought about the two of you sometimes, but I also just think about you sometimes."

"Oh," Tommy says, a smile spreading across his face, the blush returning.

He realizes throughout this all, they haven't even kissed. He realizes that he wants to - wants to feel Tommy's mouth against his, wants to taste his come on his tongue, wants to kiss him until they're panting and raring to go again.

"Yeah, oh," Steve says, leaning in.

#stommy #with a hint of future stomarol #stranger things #st fic #steve harrington #tommy hagan #happy birthday read!!! 💗💗💗

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 1 of 2 inspired by this post

Steddie, onesided stommy, hint of a daddy kink (becomes full fledged in part 2)

Tommy had seen a lot in his life (not really) but he never thought he'd see anything like this. Steve. His Steve (he should've been his), on the arm of the Freak.

The word had spread. One last party. One last hurrah in the Harrington house before Steve left Hawkins. Tommy still didn't know where exactly he was going. Was going to ask tonight. He wasn't betting on Eddie Munson being here. The rumors had been flying for a while. Steve had fallen from grace and fallen hard. He was hanging with losers and freaks, the worst of all being Eddie.

But last Tommy heard, Steve wasn't involved with anyone. Seeing the way Eddie had his arm around Steve, that was clearly bad intel. Or maybe the small minded people of Hawkins just chose not to see. To Tommy though, they were quite obvious. Maybe no one was making a fuss because Steve would be gone soon.

The point remained, Eddie was the last person who should have his hands on Steve. Tommy kept his distance and didn't that feel strange. There was once a time when Tommy was there, right at the king's side.

The two of them moved from mingling in the crowd of young adults to sitting on the couch and Eddie still had his arm around him, playing with the short hairs at his neck and the few moments Steve wasn't looking at whoever was talking, he was gazing at Eddie like a god and Tommy couldn't take it anymore. He downed the rest of his beer and walked right on over, taking the empty spot on Steve's other side. He wasn't quite as close as Eddie but their knees were touching.

"Tommy, glad you could make it man", Steve spoke easily like there wasn't a murder suspect playing with his hair.

"I wouldn't miss this." He couldn't help the way his eyes glanced at Munson. He was met with a hard stare. Almost like his mind was being read.

"So what've you been up to?", Steve asked.

Tommy indulged him in the small talk, but he was hyperaware of every movement Munson made. Of the easy way he touched Steve. And the way Steve just let him. At some point Eddie's hand moved from his hair to squeeze between Steve's body and the couch and put his hand on his hip. Then Eddie's hand snuck under his shirt to rub circles on his hip and Tommy wanted to bite something.

"Eddie", Steve whispered to admonish him, but did nothing else to stop him.

And Eddie didn't. While Steve told Tommy about his plans to move to California, Eddie looked right into Tommy's eyes as he nuzzled into Steve's neck and then the teeth came out. That got Steve to tear his gaze away from Tommy and look to Eddie. Steve said something that too soft even for him to fully hear with other people in the house having conversations, but it looked close to Eddie's name again. A very conflicted part of Tommy thought he might've said 'daddy' instead.

"You know, I think it's me and Hagan's turn to catch up", Eddie said. For a moment, Eddie and Steve seemed to have a full discussion with only their eyes before Steve was sighing.

"Alright." Steve stood up and gave Tommy a very familiar look. The 'know your place' face. "Don't bite each other's dicks off while I'm gone."

"My teeth are properly sealed", Eddie grinned.

Once Steve left them, Tommy's interest also left but not quite his intrigue. Clearly, something was going on between them two. Tommy wished he could just call them fags and punch Eddie and be done with it. But he needed to know. He'd never seen Steve this way. He needed to know why.

"Sooo, you and Steve are...?"

"Bingo H", Eddie smirked like he had won, which he sort of did.

Tommy couldn't help the scowl on his face. "How? You actually turned him queer?"

"That's not the part your curious about though, is it?" Eddie leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees while looking him up and down. "Whatchu wanna know is how I can get him to melt like that."

"Steve was never like that with any of his girlfriends", Tommy said.

"Let's just say I have the magic touch."

"Munson, so help me god-"

"Okay, consider this a gift from me to you, since I'll be hightailin' it outta town soon. But Steve told me the moment he knew was when I pushed him up against a wall."

Tommy had a lot of questions. Why? When? And how could that work for Eddie when he had definitely pushed Steve around before. Especially before he officially cemented his place as king of Hawkins High.

"That can't be it. I pushed him once and he just told me to stop being a little bitch."

Eddie laughed so loud that Tommy regretted telling him. But this weird thing couldn't last forever. Steve was going to California. Maybe Tommy could visit him out there and-

"I think maybe the fact I had a broken bottle to his neck helped my situation."

"You threatened his life...and now he just lets you rub on him in public? You're both freaks."

"I just think Stevie knows a real man when he sees him."

Eddie winked and then got up off the couch to find Steve probably. Tommy wanted to find him first. At this point in the party he'd probably be in the kitchen, hovering over whatever snacks he'd put out. Somehow, Eddie had beat him there, and he had his arm around his shoulders while Steve chomped on some pretzels from a bowl.

They were whispering to each other and then they both looked at Tommy at the same time. Steve brushed by Tommy as he walked by.

"See you later", he whispered before going on his way.

Tommy had wanted to find Steve with the intention of propositioning him. He'd never been with a man, but he knew what Steve liked from his talking about the girls he'd fucked. And if he was humping anything that moved like Munson, why not him? Something must have remained in their past friendship for Steve to get all that just from a look.

What he didn't get was why Munson was still grinning at him.

"Hagan. Thomas. Tommy? Can I call you Tommy?", Eddie asked as he walked over to him.

"Just spit out whatever you gotta say." Because if Tommy was reading this right, Steve was heading up to his bedroom, waiting.

Eddie held his hands up in surrender. "Just wanted to offer you another lil parting gift."

"I'm not getting high tonight."

"Not on my stuff, you're not. I was thinkin' a different kinda buzz. One courtesy of me an' Steve." Eddie got close enough to where they were nearly toe to toe.

Tommy fought off the instinct to push him away and bashed his head into the fridge. What kind of gift could come from the two freaks of the evening? As annoyed and confused he was by all of this, he was also intrigued. Eddie could see that and went on.

"Steve wants to give you a show."

Tommy's eyes glanced up to where he knew Steve's room was and Eddie knew he had him. So he backed away and started making his way towards the stairs. Tommy went after him, leaving behind drunk teens and young adults and loud music while they went up the stairs.

Part 2

tag team:

@caelestbliss

#apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #tommy hagan #not only did this get long #i got some bad news that turned my mood down #so who knows when part 2 will be here #but it IS in the works

[bowiebond]

Stëddies: “Let’s best harringrove shippers by making more fics than them!”

Us: So, argilly, byergrove, mungrove/Harringroveson, stommy/tomgrove/keg boys, what’s our numbers at? Under 500? Near nonexistent? We can work with that, I’m cheering you on to create what you want!

HELLCHEER! WHERE WE AT? Oh? Okay not bad, babes, keep doing your things. Here’s a smooch for your efforts and general kindness. You truly understand the appeal of the bad boy/outcast x prep dynamic and how one characters inherent kindness can create a safe space for another stuck in abusive households.

Harringrove? Quality over quantity, I respect that. And all that character building for both Steve and Billy, gorgeous! You really understand the potential of their characters as individuals and a pair.

Billy Stans? Oh, impressive metas! And spending your extra time delving into bipoc characters who didn’t get the respect they deserved from the duffers? Fantastic! Keep up the good work!

So! 👏🏻 where’s the in-fandom drama???

…Oh, nobody’s fighting each other in our fandom? We all respect each other’s opinions and encourage beginning writers to write and play with conflicting dynamics? You guys are even supporting rarepair/eddissy shippers riddled with antis and each other? And creating gorgeous wlw works on the side for Max, El, Robin, Chrissy, Vickie and Heather? Fabulous!

Happy to hear it. I’m glad we as a whole tend to get along and respect other people and their opinions, as well as their ships.

#numbers aren’t everything #it’s the kindness of this fandom that draws you in #I genuinely feel like I could talk to almost any of you #because you’re all so welcoming #billy hargrove #harringrove

[thestobingirlie]

steves bisexual awakening was when jonathan was on top of him during their fight. steves bisexual awakening was when billy beat the shit out of him. steves bisexual awakening was when eddie pinned him to the side of the boat house with a broken bottle to his neck.

no

steves bisexual awakening was when he was twelve and made tommy laugh so hard he snorted milk out his nose during lunch one day. it should have been gross but he found it weirdly cute and endearing.

either that or his bi awakening was the jazzercise instructor at Starcourt

stommy <3

literally tho, people bringing up all these random men. steve knew he was bi when he was kissing tommy ‘for practice’ at 12.

and i think even if steve was attracted to those other boys, he’s not realising that attraction while they beat him up. steve deserves to have an oh moment. he’s just in his regular day to day, sees his love interest in a specific light and is like… fuck.

#steve harrington #tommy hagan #stommy #stranger things #asks #anon

[toburnup]

Just wanting to pick your brain( bc I'm kind of like this too) what is it about Steve? He's the common denominator in all the ships you write (Which you do so beautifully btw) like steddie, stommy, and now stonathan (!!!!!). And you've also said it's easier for you to write in Steve's POV than Eddie's. Is there a particular reason? Do you relate to him in canon or your writing?

You are such a genius, I could listen to you talk about your writing all day.

I cannot wait for whatevers coming down the pike: the wip stonathan fic, the iylo update (see what I did there?) . Everything you put out into the world is a gift anyway so <3

!! thank you! hah, why steve? i'm not sure! i was a steve hater for a long time. still am, in a lot of ways.

in canon, i like steve best as a side character. his character motivations shift so drastically between seasons that i find the more screentime he gets, the less sense he makes lmao (probably why i disliked the scoops storyline, tho i love s3 robin).

and honestly, i think i like writing steve as much as i do because i want to read him a certain way, and it's not a version i see enough (for my taste). i really like steve as someone with grey moral values, a bit selfish, rude as a default. not necessarily stupid but he doesn't care if he's wrong. competitive to a ridiculous degree. distracted by trying to figure out who he is but also caring too much about what other people think to really find an answer.

i relate to him (the way i write him) in a few ways, but it's hard for me to pinpoint the exact reasons why tbh. some people who know me well can read my writing and see when i'm projecting onto him.

the big thing for me is i like writing him falling for different people. i love his friendship with tommy and carol, and all the potential romantic overlap. him and eddie are fun (and i love eddie, but steddie isn't my ~OTP~ or anything). jonathan is a PAIN to write but i'm liking it so far. and i know some people will give me grief for it, but i'm also writing a metalsandwich fic (so steve, billy, and eddie) which has been super fun.

i find the s2 confrontation between billy & steve at the byers house to be one of steve's best scenes ("were you dropped too much as a child, or what?... she's not here") - lying to billy's face feels like a fucking wild choice and i love it. steve with anger simmering beneath the surface. finally learning to plant his feet. still gets beaten to a pulp <3

he's an idiot boy and i love him.

did this answer the question? maybe! i can also talk about steve forever, so i love getting messages like this :) :) thank you for reading my works.

#oops long post #steve harrington #steve harrington meta #feeling loved #vio answers

[stevethehairington]

#fhskdkdkd #ik its not everyones favorite thing but im EXCITED about it okay?!?! #im at 1.4k rn and im having a ball in this bitch #if it is any consolation it IS technically a steddie fic too #bc steve and eddie are HAPPILY together in it #the particular snip i have in mind to maybe share definitely shows that #the stommy part of it all is VERY one sided from tommy #very unrequited #stommy #stranger things #mack writes

[writer-in-theory]

the 'they said speak now' collection

Summary: 17 oneshots, each based on songs from 'speak now' in anticipation of Speak Now (Taylor's Version). Pairing: harringrove, steddie, harringroveson Category: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort A/N: We're back at it again! For Red (Taylor's Version) I counted down the days to the album release by writing a fic based on every song. Now, we're back for Speak Now (Taylor's Version) set to be released on July 7th. Beginning June 15, I will be posting daily on weekdays until release night!

stranger things masterlist

➼ The Best Thing (That’s Ever Been Mine) (Harringrove, Hurt/Comfort, 4k) “I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'..."

When Steve and Billy run away from Hawkins together, they find out the story doesn't end at happily ever after.

➼ Sparks Fly (Steddie, Fluff, Smut) “My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea..."

When Steve asks Eddie to be friends with benefits, Eddie knows it's a bad idea. Still, he's willing to take the risk.

➼ Back To December (Steddie, Angst with a Happy Ending) “It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you..."

When Eddie leaves Hawkins without a trace, Steve tries to move on the best he can. He never expected to see Eddie standing on his doorstep just a year later.

➼ Speak Now (Steddie, Hurt/Comfort) "Don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door..."

Robin's not the type to disrupt a wedding ceremony, but she's willing to when her best friend is about to marry the wrong person.

➼ Dear Billy (Mungrove, Hurt/Comfort) "I see it all now that you're gone..."

When Billy finds out Neil died, he never expected to feel so devastated.

➼ Mean (Steddie, Angst) “You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies..."

Eddie knew better than to secretly date the king of Hawkins High.

➼ The Story of Us (Harringrove, Past Stommy, Angst) “I used to know my place was a spot next to you..."

Tommy never expected he'd lose his best friend. He never thought seeing Steve so happy would hurt him this badly.

➼ Never Grow Up (Steddilly, Hurt/Comfort) “I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart..."

Billy never thought he'd be a single father, but he knows he wouldn't give his daughters up for anything.

➼ Enchanted (Steddie, Fluff) “My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again..."

Parties like these had long since grown boring for famous actor Steve Harrington. Tonight, however, everything changes when someone new walks through the doors.

➼ Better Than Revenge (Stommy, Hurt/Comfort) “She took him faster than you could say sabotage..."

It shouldn't have hurt when Steve started dating Nancy. Still, Tommy was willing to do whatever it took to break them up.

➼ Innocent (Harringrove, Hurt/Comfort) “Who you are is not what you did, you're still an innocent..."

Some nights the memories catch up to Billy.

➼ Haunted (Harringrove, Angst with a Happy Ending) “Something's made your eyes go cold..."

What if Steve and Billy had been dating when the Mind Flayer attacked?

➼ Last Kiss (Harringrove, Angst) “You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?"

Steve was the one who was supposed to make it. They successfully defeated the Upside Down for good, but Billy couldn't celebrate.

➼ Ours (Steddie, Hurt/Comfort) “People throw rocks at things that shine..."

The whole town looks down on Steve for being with Eddie, but Steve is determined to prove to Eddie that he's the only one for him.

➼ Superman (Steddie, Hurt/Comfort) “Something in his deep brown eyes has me singing 'He's not all bad like his reputation'..."

Steve Harrington was a jerk. At least, that's what Eddie's always known. That is, until he watches Steve save the day.

➼ Long Live (Steve & The Party) “I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you..."

Steve always knew this day would come. The world was saved, everyone was grown, and there was nothing left to do but move on from Hawkins.

#stranger things #steddie #harringrove #mungrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #stommy #tommy hagan

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Have another snippet from my wip Billycule fic that I’ll hopefully be uploading soon on ao3

Yk, if I find the motivation to hurry up and finish mocking up the plot

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“Look“,” Billy says, and sighs. Stares down at the clipboard in his hands without bothering to try and read the words anymore. “If you really wanna do me a solid, maybe you can come help me in my garage sometime. I have a project that’s pretty slow-moving right now, and–”

“It’s the Camaro, right?” Eddie interrupts.

There’s new excitement on his face, and Billy raises his eyebrows.

“Not the one I had, no. She, uh… got scrapped.”

Eddie nods.

“It’s the ‘68 Z28, right? Your old one was seventies.” The brunet chuckles when Billy narrows his eyes at him in confusion. “Red told me. I promise I’m not that obsessed with you, I just think about you in the bath sometimes and that’s it, I swear.”

Satisfied and probably downright pleased with himself, Eddie brings one of his hands up to tug a lock of hair in front of his face. Billy tries to look offended but his cackle echoes off of the cinderblock walls anyway.

“So she does listen to me when I talk,” he muses.

Eddie drops his arms to his sides.

“Really? The bathtub joke didn’t land? I thought for sure it’d make you blush.”

Billy laughs again, and Eddie’s face burns red as this lopsided smile creeps onto his face.

“I’m not entirely convinced that you bathe, Munson.”

“What?” Eddie gasps. “I bathe. Smell me, I can prove it.”

“I can smell you from here.”

There’s a moment of stillness, like an unspoken challenge is being accepted, before Eddie lifts an arm into the air. Billy barely dodges out of his way when he strides back into his space, shouting, “smell! Smell right now!”

Billy gags when he gets a face full of pit, and Eddie makes a noise of offense.

“I fucking showered this morning, you asshole!”

“With what, hotdog water?”

Tools clutter to the floor when they bump into the workbench, Billy’s lungs sufficiently deflated from laughter while Eddie backs up to check for himself. Billy loses it even more when he grimaces.

“Guess I need to wash my jumper,” he says. Then promptly crosses his arms. “I do shower, though. With soap.”

“Just soap, huh?”

“No, and the water isn’t of the hotdog variety, either.”

Billy composes himself, leaning his back against the table, and can’t help that a fond smile forms on his lips while he watches Eddie pout. Jokes aside, Eddie’s musk doesn’t smell… bad. Hell, sometimes Billy catches himself freezing in his tracks after the guy walks past him just because it carries lightly on the air wherever he goes.

“I’d have to see it to believe it,” Billy says.

The expression wipes clean off of Eddie’s face, replaced by confusion. Just briefly.

“You sayin’ you wanna watch me shower?”

Billy pushes off of the table and smirks as he looks back at his previously forgotten clipboard, flipping through the pages as he strolls over to the car that they’re supposed to be working on.

“I mean, you’re already thinkin’ about me in there, right? Just food for thought.” He doesn’t have to look to know that Eddie just died and came back to himself. And then died again. “You better clock in before Sam catches you slacking, Munson.”

Eddie’s movements stutter as he strides over to the timeclock, head ducked.

Now it’s Billy’s turn to be pleased with himself.

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It’s a bit of a task to write, but it’s gonna have Harringrove, Mungrove, Tomgrove, Argilly, and Byergrove

Plus other side ships like Stommy and Jargyle, etc

I’m like six chapters in, just gotta work up the nerve to start posting smh

#billy hargrove #eddie munson #mungrove #again this is gonna be a polyfic #billycule #he just deserves all of the boyfriends #and who am I to deny him that? #fic wip #my writing