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bowiebond · 2 years

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tommy and eddie is a fantastic thought. especially if you go off the hc steve used to give tommy money and send him to buy their weed. (bonus points for trans tommy i'm a sucker for him)

Steve gave Tommy money for weed again, exact cash for the usual shit, but unfortunately the prices have seemed to go up.

“Inflation, economics, whatever you wanna call it, man, can’t be helped!” Eddie closed his lunchbox with sharp snap and click. “If your King can’t pay, not my problem. I bow to no crown on my prices, Hernandez.”

“Nobody calls me by my last name, Munson.” Tommy scoffed, wrinkling his nose and tossing the twenty on the table. “Stevie gave me a twenty for the usual. I don’t wanna waltz back to mooch and then set up another meeting with you. It’s like booking with a dentist, you wait forever just to get an appointment and then they rip you off!”

“My services are highly valued. I’m a busy man.” Eddie smirked. “Twenty fives the price, H. You can get your King to book with me again.” Eddie shrugged. “You could run real quick and be back in ten minutes tops - I know you’re a sporty guy - or cough up your own cash.”

Eddie leaned in close with a tight, mirthful smile.

“Though I will warn you, I don’t do coins and I don’t have change. I can mark it in my book though,” He gestured with a finger to his lunchbox, crinkling his nose with the fake smile you’d see off a pissing receptionist after bothering her nail filing time. “Take whatever extra you give outta your next transaction.”

“You’re pulling my leg. Seriously?” Tommy huffed. “You’re looking real punchable, Munson.”

“But you can’t. Cause then I won’t sell to you or your little squad. And Reefer Ricks doing time so…” Eddie looked positively gleeful.

“You’re such a dick.”

“Twenty five or nothing, H.” Eddie shrugged like he didn’t care, that whatever Tommy chose, he’d still walk out of this the winner. Tommy scowled.

“…You’re a queer, right?” Eddie blinked, looking affronted as he shook his head like he had been told the moon was pink.

“Little left field, Hernandez, amigo, wanna show me how you worked your way to that conclusion? Cause I’m not very good at math, man.”

“You’re failing everything but theatre, Munson, everyone knows that.”

“I make a highly attractive Juliet.” Eddie fluttered his lashes. “It’s the hair.” He flipped it and Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Are you gay?”

“I’d prefer to say…open to interpretation?” Eddie looked like he was trying not to laugh but it came out in a few short chuffs, snorting a little as he hid his mouth with the back of his head.

“Sorry, sorry, I just- why are you even asking? More dirt? Everyone already thinks I’m a freak, for more than just my hobbies. The gay rumour circled in freshman year when I got caught staring at the mole on Jimmy’s ass, the one that looks like a starfish, you’re a little late.”

Tommy stared at him a long moment. His shaggy hair, his dark brown eyes, his mesh of soft and angular features. He tongued his cheek and sighed in disappointment at his own standards.

“I’ll suck your dick if you give me the bag free.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered for a moment, taken aback as his lips fell open and then clamped together into a pout.

“I’m almost insulted that you think you can buy my weed with sexual flavours.” He placed his fingers on the table and leaned back like he was aghast by the very idea. “This is a respectable business, Mister Herna—“

“Are you really gonna get another chance though?” Tommy cut him off, quirking a brow. He was playing cool but his stomach was twisting itself in knots. “You get the chance to make a prep your bitch for a minute.”

“A minute?”

“For a virgin like you, that’s me being nice.”

“God, you’re bitch.” Eddie rolled his eyes and looked past Tommy at a tree, staring intently as he thought about it, rubbing his chin and tongue running along his upper lip. Finally, he let out a heavy breath and shook his head, throwing his hands aside. “Well, now I gotta do it. Okay, deal.” He offered his hand and Tommy gave him a deadpanned expression as he took it, the man shaking firm before reaching for his belt.

“Oh, but if we do this,” Eddie continued as he unbuckled his belt and Tommy’s stomach swooped at the sound, shifting in his seat before he made a show of begrudgingly standing up. “I gotta blow you back.”

“What?” Tommy paused, squinting at him from across the table. “Why would you blow me?”

“Look, I’m just saying, if we do this, I gotta reciprocate.” Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes, like Tommy was being unreasonable.

“You can’t blow me back.” Tommy drawled, not even wanting to get into the technicalities of it.

“My morals, yes I have those, include equal transactions. If you suck my dick, that’s worth like two ounces, and I’m not giving you two, you’re buying one, so I have to blow you back.”

“You’re not sucking my dick, Munson.” Tommy groaned, eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull at the man’s eccentricity. He came around the table and dropped to his knees, shoving his ringed hands off his unbuckled belt and popping the button of his jeans, tugging the zipper down.

“Geez, someone’s in a mood.” Eddie grumbled, but didn’t push him away as Tommy tugged his jeans just a tad lower, the metalhead spreading his legs further to accomodate the freckled brunet. Tommy reached into his brief to pull out his cock and huffed as the flaccid length.

“Aren’t you gay or something?” Tommy grumbled, brows coming together in a scowl. He was a little offended, okay? He passed as a guy, so it’s not like Eddie’s dick would just magically know, alright? He should be hard at just the thought of Tommy sucking him off! Tommy was attractive, maybe not the way Steve was, but he was. Carol definitely thought so.

“Girls, guys, I don’t care, I can be into it.”

“Why aren’t you hard then?” Tommy hissed and Eddie laughed like he didn’t have his soft dick out in the open.

“I mean, you’re pretty and all, H, but usually I’m more in the lead in these encounters.”

“I thought you were a virgin.” Tommy muttered.

“I’m not, asshole. But usually when I’m…in the bedroom, in the mood, I take the reins, I usually…focus on my partner first, make sure they see sparks, and that’s usually what leads to me getting—“ Tommy rolled his eyes at his slow and vague explanation and spat on his hand, stroking Eddie from base to tip and back again.

“Oh, that’s work.” Eddie’s lips formed a small ‘o’, groaning softly. Tommy smirked, feeling him harden in his fist as he stripped his cock. Eddie’s hand gripped the edge of the table as he breathed through his nose, pushing his bangs back from his face but they just fell back into place.

Tommy wasn’t going to drag this out, so he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tip, ducking his head down the length in short, steady bobs. It’s not like it was his first time sucking dick. He drunkly gave a freshman his first blowjob when he was a sophomore, he sucked Steve’s dick more than once while they were high as shit, and Carol had plenty of fun teasing him with toys when they were dating. They were currently on break though over something dumb he said that got blown out of proportion, so he didn’t have to feel guilty about this.

He traced his tongue over the underside of his cock, swirling it around the tip and suckling, the way he knew looked good. Steve once said he had full lips made for being wrapped around a cock.

Eddie groaned and the sound tingled through his body, shifting on his knees to squeeze his thighs together as he worked two thirds of his cock into his mouth, nudging the back of his throat. A hand rested upon his head and he was half tempted to pull off and tell him to fuck off, but then Eddie’s fingers sunk into his hair, running through the stands and pulling back, petting him, and any thoughts of fighting the touch left his mind.

“God, you’re a lot prettier when you shut up, man.” Eddie cupped the back of his head, petting behind his ear as he guided Tommy’s head further down. Tommy resisted with a soft gag before he huffed out through his nose and relaxed his throat, eyes fluttering shut. Eddie was only getting this once, so he may as well let this guy have his moment.

If he was with Carol or Steve he would have touched himself by now, and it was driving him a little crazy how hot Eddie’s voice was when he felt good, deep and raspy. It was making him throb, the hand in his hair, the cock nestling in his throat, the moan Eddie gave as Tommy nuzzled his coarse dark curls. He smelt like musk and old spice, and it made Tommy dizzy when he was so close to it.

Eddie rolled his hips ever so slightly and Tommy moaned, soft and barely audible, but Eddie felt it. He paused for half of a second before he rolled his hips one more time. Tommy groaned lowly, grasping Eddie’s thighs.

“Oh shit,” Eddie laughed weakly. “That’s fuckin’ priceless, man, Jesus.”

His grip tightened in his hair and the prickles of pain zapped down his spine, turning into pleasure as his cunt ached, clenching around nothing. Eddie pulled him off his cock and Tommy gasped softly, sucking in a deep breath before Eddie slipped back past open lips, nailing the back of his throat with a guttural moan. Tommy choked, tears prickling the rim of his eyes on reflex, swallowing around the intrusion.

“Fuck, that’s really hot.” Eddie breathed out, fucking Tommy’s mouth onto his cock as the freckled boy grew misty eyed, moaning softly.

Eddie tipped his head back with a long, quiet groan, and Tommy used the moment to grind against his palm for a moment of relief, boxers sticky and damp. He whined low in his throat and Eddie stuttered, cursing softly as he moved his hips with Tommy’s mouth.

He had to be close. He was throbbing in his mouth, like a heartbeat in his throat, and the salty taste of pre was sharp on his tongue. A part of Tommy knew he shouldn’t let Eddie cum in his mouth, that that was kind of gay, but it’s not like anyone would know.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Eddie moaned, eyes screwed up tight as his hips bucked and shuddered, spilling deep in his throat. Tommy swallowed with only a moment to be caught off guard, Eddie panting out a curse as the brunet gulped down his hot cum.

He pulled out of the swollen, red lips and Tommy panted, coughing softly.

“Dick. Coulda asked.”

“My bad. I’ll be nice and swallow too.” Eddie grinned, looking far too pleased with himself as he floated in his post-orgasmic bliss. He tucked his dick away and buttoned his pants, even if he didn’t bother with the zipper or belt. “C’mon, up you get, I got shit knees genetically so you can sit up here.”

He patted the table and Tommy blinked a few time to get rid of the fuzziness in his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his head.

“No way, just gimme the ounce, man.”

“Come on, I’m good at it.” Eddie winked as Tommy stood.

“No, thanks.” Tommy crossed his arms, ignoring the throb of his neglected arousal. He would very much like to be eaten out right now, he probably deserved it, but Eddie wasn’t Carol or Steve. He didn’t know and Tommy was more than happy with him never knowing.

“Is this a ‘not gay’ thing? Sucking and getting sucked is both equally gay, sorry pal.”

“I’m not interested, okay? Just gimme the ounce, Munson.” Tommy reached for his lunchbox and Eddie snatched it, placing it behind him before he reached for Tommy’s hips. He inhaled sharply at the touch, wanting to lean into it.

“You really don’t wanna?” Eddie hummed knowingly, his thumb brushing under his polo to touch bare skin. Tommy shuddered. “You’re not even a little turned on?” He smirked and dipped his thumb beneath his waistband to tease dark trimmed hairs.

“You can’t suck my dick, okay?” He grumbled.

“Why not?”

“You just can’t.”

“…I could eat you out?” Tommy’s body perked to attention at the phrase and Eddie seemed to notice, grinning. “Ever had your ass ate? It’s pretty mind blowing.”

“…Fuck.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fuck, you tell anyone about what I’m about to show you and I bury you, got it?” Eddie’s eyes sparkled as Tommy furiously undid his khakis. He kicked off his sneakers and his jeans, stepping between Eddie’s legs to hoist himself up onto the table, the guy flinching back to avoid his dick being crushed.

“Woah, somebody’s eager.” He purred, wriggling his brows as Tommy hooked his thumb into his boxers. He took a moment to breathe, anxiety festering in his chest before he tugged them down his thighs.

Eddie was silent, blinking. His brows climbed up to his hairline as he snapped his eyes up to Tommy’s. The brunet glared. Eddie flapped his lips like a dying pufferfish before clearing his throat.

“Where’s your dick?”

“Don’t have one.”

“…You’re a guy though, right?”

“Yes, and if you say otherwise, I’ll break your nose and steal your weed.” Tommy threatened and Eddie nodded quickly.

“Okay.” He looked back down and Tommy huffed, closing his thighs self-consciously. Eddie made a wounded sound and took his knees. “Hey, hey, don’t go closing shop, I’m browsing.”

“I should hit just for that awful comparison of a shop to my junk.” Tommy bit out and Eddie grinned shamelessly as he hooked his fingers in the edge of his boxers and dragged them down over his knees.

“Well, I’m gonna be real quiet soon, H. You’ll survive.” Tommy gritted his teeth as his boxers were tossed to the other end of the bench, ringed fingers caressing his knee and inching them apart.

His freckled thighs were already shiny from his previous arousal, and he throbbed as Eddie’s thumb drew circles into his sensitive inner thigh.

“Quit staring, Jesus fucking Christ.” Tommy groaned, tipping his head back in frustration. He was aching at the gentle touches, the callouses of his fingers scraping roughly against his skin.

“I’m savouring this, Hernandez.” Eddie chuckled. “You gonna deny a man that?”

“I’m gonna deny you this all together if you don’t hurry up and- oh fuck.” The threat seemed to work because there was a wet heat encompassing his cock. The long tongue Eddie liked to use to rile up jocks was trailing up his slit, swirling around his clit.

Tommy moaned loudly, bucking into his mouth as he fisted his hands against the table top. Hot fingers wrapped in warm metal curled up and around his thighs, keeping them spread apart as he buried his face in his pussy, licking broad, eager strokes over the soaked heat.

Tommy tried to keep his reactions minimal, breathing through the pleasure that coiled low in his gut. Fuck, the guy wasn’t half bad at it. It wasn’t hard to eat pussy, it wasn’t an intrusion like sucking dick, but Tommy had been fooling around with his friends for years to figure out what he liked, what Carol liked, what Steve liked.

Eddie didn’t have that information on hand, but god, his eagerness was working for Tommy regardless. He rolled his hips with a low moan as Eddie’s tongue slipped inside, his thighs jumping in his hands. The freak gripped his thighs tighter, pulling him closer to the edge so fast Tommy had to catch himself in order not to fall onto his back.

“I ain’t straining my neck for this, sorry, man.” Eddie laughed, licking his wet lips as he propped Tommy’s leg over his shoulder, Tommy forced to rest back on his elbows for the older.

“I thought I was promised quiet, Munson.” Tommy quipped and Eddie laughed, a tad hysterical, edging on a giggle.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Hernandez.” Tommy was tempted to kick him for the words, but he was easily distracted by the mouth latching back onto his cock, sucking and licking, Eddie making so attempt to be neat or quiet about it.

Everything about Eddie Munson was messy.

Tommy gasped softly, flushed hot beneath his polo and jacket as his head tipped back to relish in it. Sure, he had one of the schools biggest freaks between his legs, but if he was good at what he was doing, he was good at what he was doing.

“Dios,” Tommy breathed, locking his ankles behind his head as his voice stuttered around a moan, Eddie echoing it as he buried his tongue as deep as it could go.

If anything got Tommy going, it was being filled; tongue, fingers, cock, his entrance was almost as sensitive as his clit and the first breach always drove him wild. He laid back and covered his flushed face with his hands, lips parted in pleasure as the dealer tongue-fucked his pussy, his nose nudging his clit as he messily sucked and kissed the treat bestowed upon him.

Tommy curled his legs tighter around his head as his pussy throbbed, the pleasure building low in his belly as he rocked against his hot tongue.

“Fuck,” He whined, reaching down to fist Eddie’s hair. He groaned loudly and Tommy echoed it as it vibrated through his cunt. “Don’t stop, shit, I’m so close.” He gasped out and he could feel Eddie’s amusement as he dragged his tongue up to suckle at his clit before dipping back to his slick hole.

“Shit, Eddie!” His voice cracked around his name, pulling on his hair and forcing him closer, if it was even possible, as he curled up with the intensity of his orgasm. He twitched and bucked, a pathetic whimper leaving his lips as his nose fell into Eddie’s hair, curled over the dark haired man as he trembled.

The table beneath him was stained with his release, the older boy’s face a mess as he continued to lick and suckle his sensitive cunt. Tommy pulled him back with a pained gasp, legs still trapped over Eddie’s shoulders. The older boy looked more debauched than he was over his own orgasm, eyes blown and cheeks red, licking the wetness from around his lips as he kneaded Tommy’s thighs.

“Fuck, good thing you blew me first, I totally would have busted otherwise.” Eddie laughed without shame and Tommy huffed amongst his panting, pulling his legs from Eddie’s grasp. The man made a wounded sound of betrayal and Tommy scoffed.

“Lunch will be over soon. Hand over the fuckin’ weed, Munson.”

The metalhead grumbled and rolled his eyes, wiping his face with the bandana in his back pocket. Tommy wrinkled his nose as he pushed it back into the same pocket, shining faintly with his slick. Gross.

Eddie grabbed his lunchbox and opened it up, passing him the usual ounce. Tommy reached for it, but before he could grab it, Eddie pulled his hand back and gripped his upper thigh, thumb digging into the soft plush just beneath his satisfied cunt.

“I won’t be accepting alternative payments in future. But if you ever need a willing mouth or cock…” He gave a sleazy grin as he squeezed. “Feel free to make an appointment. I’ll be real nice and move some times around for ya, Hernandez.”

Tommy snatched the baggie and put a foot to his chest, kicking him back. Eddie fell back and laughed, barely catching himself as Tommy stepped over his lap to grab his boxers. As he pulled them back on, he gave Eddie a glare, the older brushing leaves out of the ends of his curls.

“Remember, you spill and you’re six foot under.”

“I’m not ruining any future investments, H. I’m all about business, baby.” Eddie clicked his tongue with a wink and Tommy rolled his eyes, grabbing his khakis. He jumped back into them and buttoned them up.

“Call me baby, and I’ll knock your teeth out, freak.” Eddie laughed.

“Uh-huh. Tell your King the prices are going up, will you?”

“He can afford it.” Tommy assured and did up his zipper. “Until next time, Munson.”

“Until next time, T.” He purred back and Tommy didn’t register the change of letter until he was passing Steve the weed under the lunch table.

Whatever. He wasn’t gonna call that freak by his first name anytime soon. They weren’t that familiar, and never would be.

(Tommy forgot he already had. Eddie didn’t think he ever would.)

#eddie munson #trans tommy hagan #Tommy h #tommy hernandez #tommy hagan #Teddie #munagan #lemon #smut #tommy hagan x eddie munson #ftm!tommy hagan

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acrolius · 2 years

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steve has always known that he was bi, he just didn't realize it wasn't a universal experience. he thought that was something that everyone felt, everyone found people attractive regardless of gender.

he has a crush on tommy h that results in steve being tommy's most faithful friend and lacky, steve wanting to stay by tommy's side even when tommy is mean to others and mean to him.

it's easy dating nancy, they form a picture perfect duo that meets everyone's expectations. nancy doesn't think it's strange when they watch grease and he calls danny zuko good-looking.

he's never met someone so open about liking people of their own gender until he met robin. he doesn't think it's weird that she has a crush on tammy thompson, just that it's strange that she's telling him. all of his non-girl crushes were kept a secret cause his parents expected him to marry a nice girl one day and it's not like he could marry a man in 1985.

eddie is surprised when steve kisses him first but to steve, it's the easiest thing in the world. steve doesn't freak out and run away as eddie worries he will, just simply grabs eddie's hand with a soft smile and a promise of something more.

#bisexual steve harrington #ally me used to say everyone is a little bi before realizing no its just me #stranger things headcanons #steddie #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #steve x tommy #stranger things

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augustjustice · 2 years

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I’m a big fan of Steve “queer all along but didn’t realize it” Harrington, but in the most specific way possible, which is this: Steve was in quasi-poly queerplatonic relationships with both Tommy and Carol and then Nancy and Jonathan without knowing it.

Like, Steve and Tommy grew up as close friends, and when Tommy started dating Carol in junior high, Steve just...kept hanging out with him, but now as a trio rather than a duo. Thirdwheeling on dates without ever thinking anything of it, attached at the hip.

And, so, when Steve and Nancy started dating, Steve really didn’t see anything wrong with the fact that Jonathan sometimes ended up tagging along on their dates, both at Nancy’s invitation to make it a group hang out and sometimes an invite from Steve himself.

Though nothing explicitly non-platonic ever happened, it’s only later, when Steve looks back on it, that he realizes 1) that he’d had crushes on Tommy and Jonathan he hadn’t recognized as such and 2) there was something eyebrow-raising, in most people’s eyes, about inviting a third person to tag along on your date.

(He hasn’t broken pattern yet, though. Because now he has Eddie and Robin, his boyfriend and platonic soulmate respectively, and Robin frequently ends up crashing his dates with Eddie. Everyone is fine with this.)

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie #platonic stobin #tommy hagan #carol perkins #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #stonathan #stoncy #stommy #stancy #jancy #steve x tommy x carol #if they have a ship name i don't know it so #something something things being better in threes #(that's how it's working out for steve at least)

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atimeofyourlife · 1 year

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Steve loved people easily. Too easily. He thought there was something wrong with him, because no one ever seemed to love him back in the same way.

The first time he loved anyone was his parents. It was the natural, unconditional love that a child would hold for their parents. Even from a young age, he would do anything he could to make them happy, make them proud. For the first few years, it seemed to work. His mother would show him off to her friends, who would coo over how adorable he was. His father would brag to his associates about how good Steve was, how he would grow up to be strong, athletic, smart. Occasionally, he'd be left with a babysitter, or his grandparents, for a weekend if his parents had to attend a conference, but it wasn't enough for him to feel left behind.

That changed shortly after he turned four. His parents decided he was old enough to be left with nannies most of the time, so they could travel whenever to fit the needs of the business. Even when they were home, which was often little more than a week out of each month, most of the childcare was passed off to the nannies. They didn't seem to care enough to talk about, or even to him anymore. Any attempt he made to show them love was met with "Not now, Steven," or "Don't be so childish, Steven." And as he got older, they cared less and less. After he turned nine, they decided he was old enough to look after himself outside of that one week each month, only having the housekeeper checking in on him twice a week when cleaning the house and restocking the groceries. By the time he was twelve, the amount of time they were home had dropped to one week every two months, and they started missing holidays, coming home two days after Thanksgiving, and then not being home again until well into the new year. He was thirteen the first time they forgot his birthday.

Once he'd turned fifteen and got his learner's permit, they cut the housekeeper. He was more than old enough to take care of the house on his own, and as he could drive, he could get the groceries himself. They'd leave money each time they were home, a little over what was enough for the two months of groceries. A few days before they were due home, they'd call with a list of groceries they expected to be stocked by the time they got back. They actually remembered his sixteenth birthday, buying him a brand new BMW to replace the small second-hand black car they'd got for him to learn to drive in. But they missed the date by six weeks.

At eighteen, he only saw or heard from them if there was something they weren't happy about. Like his poor grades, or not getting into college. They didn't bother to acknowledge his graduation, taking the attitude that it didn't matter as he wasn't going to be making anything of himself. They made him get a job to cover his own expenses, believing that he needed to take life seriously if he wanted their help. They didn't even make the time to come home after hearing he'd been injured in the mall fire. Just leaving him a message saying that they'd give him a two-month grace period before he would be expected to find another job.

He hadn't even reached nineteen the last time he heard from them. After the earthquake he got a call, not to find out if he was injured, just to find out if the house was ok. A couple of days after that, they called again to inform him that they'd found a new house and movers would be coming in to collect the rest of their belongings. They'd wanted to sell the house, but the property market in Hawkins was nearly impossible after everything that had happened, so they were going to sign it over to him. It was after the movers had left Steve realized, they hadn't even left a forwarding address or their new number.

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Steve loved each of his babysitters and nannies until he realized that they were being paid to take care of him. They gave him a love and attention that he didn't receive from his parents. They cared enough to let him ramble about his day. They spent enough time with him to know his likes and dislikes. To keep track of his hobbies. They were the ones to look after him when he was sick or injured, to comfort him after a bad dream. They would see when he needed new clothes, either from wearing through or growing out of his old ones.

But they were temporary. They only loved and cared about him for as long as they were getting paid to. Two or three times a year, a new nanny would take the place of the old one. He was seven when he realized that they didn't actually care about him, they only cared about getting paid. Overhearing one talking on the phone, "This kid is a bit too clingy, but at least the pay is good for this family." Once he was old enough to be left alone, he missed the companionship of having a nanny, but he couldn't bring himself to miss the false love they brought.

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As soon as Steve met Tommy and Carol, they meant everything to him. Meeting Tommy at age six, and Carol two years later, when she moved to Hawkins at age eight. He clung to them, the first people his age that seemed to return his love for them. And it was all good, at least while they were young. They spent most of the time together, with each of them inviting Steve over at least once a week. Bringing him into their families, giving Steve a chance to see how bad his own was.

Steve couldn't see it at first, but the friendship between him, Tommy, and Carol became less about the love they had for each other, and more about the love they had for what he could provide. When they were eleven, they realized that Steve having the house to himself most of the time meant that they had somewhere to escape from supervision, and to get away with doing whatever they wanted. As they got older, it meant they had a place where they could have sex without being caught by their parents, siblings, or the police. They loved that he would feed them, always having the best snacks, learning how to cook their favorite meals, giving them food off his lunch tray at school. Once they started high school, they loved the empty house for the ability to throw the biggest parties, securing them top spots on the Hawkins High social ladder. After Steve had received his car, they loved the free rides, basically treating him as a taxi service. His car was much nicer than anything either of them could afford, and gave them a taste of freedom as long as they could give to them.

Steve noticed it after his fight with Jonathan. When they cared more about getting even than how Steve felt. They'd wanted to get revenge on Nancy, framing it as them helping Steve, rather than finding out what Steve actually needed them to do. Wanting to get back at Jonathan instead of being concerned about how Steve was after the fight. Steve couldn't help mourning the friendship, as they had meant so much to him for so long. But he couldn't believe how long it had taken him to realise that they had stopped loving him, and instead loved what he could give to them.

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He fell in love with Nancy hard and fast. She was beautiful and smart, ambitious and determined. He didn't care what his friends thought of the relationship, he just wanted to make it work. He tried to find ways to bring her into his world, trying to include her in plans with his friends, inviting her to parties. Then Barb went missing from his yard. He knew he handled it poorly, but he felt lost on what he could actually do. Paired with the uncertainty of what his parents would do upon hearing about it, and the encouragement from Tommy and Carol, it pushed him to do things he later regretted.

He apologized, and she accepted it. They got back together a month after the Upside Down happened, just in time for Christmas. He vowed to himself that he would do better, be better for her. He made her happiness his top priority. He used small surprises to cheer her up, little gifts and imaginative dates. He comforted her through the sadness, grief, and guilt, making himself available whenever she needed him. He supported her in the difficult moments, like going to regular dinners with Barb's parents. And he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her. She seemed to hold the same love for him, so he didn't feel wrong for daydreaming about a future together. A family together. Every word of love from her, every action that showed her interest, it cemented it a little more. She would show up to the pool while he was lifeguarding over the summer, with the excuse of bringing Holly, but really just staring at him while he was on duty, and chatting during his breaks. She would be at every basketball game, every baseball game, every swim meet. For the first time in his life, he consistently had someone to cheer him on in the stands. Despite the difficulties they'd had, Steve felt like nothing could bring them down.

Then it crashed and burned. Steve genuinely didn't see any issue with the relationship, any sign that the love was unrequited, until his heart was being ripped out and shattered on the bathroom floor of Tina's Halloween party. His head spun with the words. "Like we're in love," and "You're bullshit." He started questioning himself, how long had she felt like that? Had she ever loved him? How had he never noticed? He got Jonathan to take her home, feeling hurt but with the love and care he had for her, he wanted to make sure she got home safe. He tried to isolate himself from her, not picking her up for school. But she wanted to talk while he was in gym. Pinning the problems on him. Denying the words she said while drunk, refusing to take responsibility for them. Not even being able to lie and say she loved him. It was like a knife to the chest finding out from Tommy that she'd run off with Jonathan after less than a day. He still tried to make it right, showing up at her house to apologize, for her not to be home. When everyone finally grouped together, seeing her with Jonathan, the confirmation he hadn't wanted. Nancy looked at Jonathan with a love and adoration that Steve had never seen directed at him. If it weren't for the fight needed for the Upside Down, he would've isolated himself and broken down, wondering why he wasn't good enough. Why he was unloveable.

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Having a younger brother figure thrust on him wasn't something Steve expected at seventeen, but he would be eternally grateful. Dustin burst into his life at possibly the best time for him. After Nancy broke his heart, he needed somewhere for the love to go. He gave advice, was a listening ear. Doing what he could to help build Dustin's confidence. He was there for the kid whenever he was needed. And Dustin gave him so much in return. A place where he could take himself less seriously, where he didn't need to be Steve Harrington, or King Steve, or 'The Hair'. He could just be Steve, with no expectations or strings attached. Dustin showed up to his graduation, was there to cheer and clap for him when no one else was, and singlehandedly organised the other kids into surprising Steve after. With a grocery store cake that they'd pooled their money to buy, and a handmade card that they'd all signed. He'd missed him like crazy while he was away at camp. And having him back after improved his mood so much, despite being thrown into the Russians.

Steve could feel it changing slowly. Right from the first mention of Eddie Munson and Hellfire Club. He knew he was being replaced as the older brother friend, being swapped out for someone Dustin considered cooler because of the shared love of D&D. Dustin had become more abrasive to him, and was spending less and less time around. It almost felt like a repeat of losing the love of Tommy and Carol, only being wanted when he was useful, for what he could provide. Even after the fight with Vecna, Eddie was still the preferred older brother friend. The one Dustin sought for rides and advice, only coming to Steve if Eddie wasn't available. Dustin had endless patience for Eddie's questions, despite not extending Steve the same courtesy. He never once insulted Eddie's intelligence, despite the fact that the man took three years and a shady government department intervening to complete his senior year of high school, whereas Steve's intelligence was a free for all, overlooking the fact he was the one that was able to pass enough classes to graduate on his first attempt, just because he didn't have much direction in life. Losing the love of Dustin hurt, but it wasn't surprising. Steve knew he was replaceable, expendable. Only needed until a better choice came along.

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The love he had for Robin was unexpected. He denied it and pushed it away at first. Partly because he felt certain that she didn't like him back, but mostly because he felt wary about loving again. Not wanting to get hurt again, to feel unloved again. It was slow at first, the playful insults having a charming quality to them. Then it hit fast, when he saw how smart she was, how brilliant she was. He could picture being happy with her as his girlfriend, different to other girls he'd dated or been with. He confessed his love while high on Russian truth serum.

She didn't love him back like that. She couldn't love him back in a romantic sense. He didn't have time to feel hurt about it, being caught in the centre of the action. By the time his head had cleared enough to be able to think clearly, he realized that a different kind of love between them could be just as good. Loving each other platonically, best friends, soulmates. It wasn't the love he'd first thought of and expected, but it was the most love he'd ever received. And he didn't doubt it for a second.

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The love he had for Eddie scared him. It was unplanned, unexpected. What he initially felt for Eddie was mostly distaste, and a little jealousy. Until spring break. He was wary at first, knowing Eddie's reputation. In any other town, it would have been as simple as a drug deal gone wrong. But Hawkins had to be different. Eddie got dragged into the mess of the Upside Down in the worst way possible. Steve didn't really notice the change in his feelings, other than that of friendship, until after it was over. It wasn't until they'd got out of there, injured but alive, that Steve let himself read into the comments, the flirting. Steve started to love Eddie quickly and it terrified him for two reasons, it was his first time having romantic feelings for another guy, and he didn't have a good track record of people loving him back.

Eddie was the one to start it. Steve had come out to Eddie and Robin, and it was a few weeks later while they were a little drunk. Eddie kissed Steve, and took him to bed. Eddie was the one to address it the next morning, asking Steve out. Steve allowed himself to fall again. He loved all of Eddie's quirks, how passionate he was about his music and D&D. How he was anything but a morning person, but always wake up enough to kiss Steve goodbye in the mornings before work. How when he was sat doing nothing, or just watching the tv, his fingers would be constantly moving as if they were moving across the frets on a guitar. Eddie was the first to say I love you. That was what pushed Steve further, into believing it couldn't go wrong. Because there'd never been a time where he hadn't been the first.

And it seemed to go right. Weeks, months passed. It was nearing the year before it fell apart. Steve had noticed that Eddie kept him separate from his other friends, his bandmates. He didn't blame him for it, he'd been an asshole in high school, and while he couldn't remember doing anything to Eddie's bandmates, he'd never given them much reason to trust him either. He would have liked a chance to meet them properly, to make it right, but he wasn't going to push it. He didn't want to give Eddie a reason to have second thoughts about the relationship. It blew up when Steve was planning to surprise Eddie at the trailer. He let himself in using the key Wayne had given him, trying to keep as quiet as possible. It threw him a little, to see a couple of boxes stacked by the tv that hadn't been there a few days before. He started to make his way down the hall, but stopped short when he heard voices. "You're not going to call off whatever you've got going with Harrington before you leave?" It was one of Eddie's bandmates, but Steve couldn't identify which one. He held his breath while waiting for Eddie's reply.

"It's not like it's anything serious. I just keep him around because he's hot and a good fuck." Steve's heart shattered at Eddie's words. He was torn between running out of the trailer, bursting in to confront Eddie, or staying put to try to hear more. In his inner turmoil, he missed the other guy's response, but he heard Eddie's next words loud and clear. "It's not like I even care about him that much. I'll leave town and in a week he'll be back to chasing skirts. He'd probably just strike out, because look at him. I don't understand how could anyone love Steve Harrington."

Steve fled the trailer, not caring about the noise as he moved, choking back sobs that were desperate to burst out of his throat. He threw himself into his car and just drove until the tears blurred his vision so much he couldn't see the road. He couldn't understand how he'd been so stupid, so blind. It was the same pattern repeating again, and Eddie's words had destroyed him, it was the question he'd asked himself so many times before.

How could anyone love Steve Harrington?

My last fic ended fluffier than I first planned, so my brain went have 3k of angst with just a brief fluffy platonic stobin interlude. I'm sorry. I did plan to get this up like 2 days ago but migraines decided otherwise.

#steve harrington #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steddie angst #steve harrington angst #steve x eddie #steve harringtons parents #steve harrington has bad parents #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #unrequited steddie #tommy hagan #carol perkins #pretty much everyone other than robin is an asshole to steve in this #atimeofyourwrites

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I wrote this in September and it’s been collecting dust in my docs and staring back at me with judgement whenever I post or write something else so here

“Steve” a familiar voice shouts across the room.

Steve turns around, and there, on the other side of the crowded room is Tommy. It really shouldn’t be as big of a shock to see him as it is. Steve is at a house party on a Friday night, it would have been weirder if Tommy wasn’t here. But still, that doesn’t mean he’s prepared to see him, they basically haven’t talked in three years, ever since Steve ‘chose’ Nancy over him and Carol (aka finally dropped them because they were horrible and didn’t drop Nancy because she isn’t).

Still, he plasters on a smile, making it as polite as he can, and waves. Hopes it will be enough but of course, it isn’t. Tommy starts weaving through people, pushing and elbowing his way toward Steve.

“Its been ages,” he says clapping his hand on Steve’s shoulder, “how have you been man.”

Steve resists the urge to shrug his hand off, but it’s a close thing.

“It has.” Steve doesn’t add ‘because you’re an asshole and I hate who I am around you’ and he feels very mature for it. “I’m good.” He very deliberately does not ask Tommy how he’s been.

“Me too, me too.” He responds anyways, at least he finally removes his hand from Steve’s shoulder which makes him relax marginally. “Still dating Nancy?”

And, okay yeah, he and Tommy haven’t really spoken since he and Nancy were still together but Hawkins is a small town and he’s sure Tommy knows that Nancy had both broken up with Steve, gone on to date Jonathan for two years, and recently broken up with him as well. Actually, he thinks he remembers a shower conversation with Billy just days after she dumped him and went off to Murray with Jonathan, a conversation that Tommy was also present for.

“No, we broke up years ago.” He dutifully replies anyways, because what else can he say?

“Yeah, heard she dumped you?”

Steve is gonna remain calm, play along in whatever game Tommy is playing, and not react.

“She did,” he agrees easily.

“And got with Jonathan right after? Should have listened to us and stayed away.” He grins as he speaks, grins as if Steve is gonna agree with him.

“We’re still friends,” Steve shrugs, letting the fall of Tommy’s smile bring one to his own lips.

“Was for the best that we broke up, we’re much better as friends.”

Tommy squints a bit, his hackles raising and Steve only notices because he once knew him so well. Why he’s still getting defensive talking about Nancy Steve doesn’t know.

“Oh Stevie, you still hung up on her huh?”

It’s deliberate, he’s trying to press Steve’s buttons. ‘Well, tough Tommy-boy.’ Steve thinks, ‘those ones don’t work anymore, have been defunct for ages. You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want a reaction.’

“Nah,” he says, lets his smile be a bit more genuine when he continues, “she’s great but I’m dating someone else.”

“Rebound?” Tommy whistles, “she hot?”

Why Tommy is convinced Steve is still pining after Nancy he can’t say, or maybe it’s the only angle he has on Steve nowadays? Except they basically lived in each other's pockets all through high school and if Tommy really wants to get under Steve’s skin there are other things, better things. Things he has used against Steve before and seen the effect of. Why he isn’t he using them now when he clearly has some agenda Steve can’t say.

Steve is about to respond, has his mouth open and ready to speak when someone calls his name again. Thankfully this time the source is a lot more pleasant.

Tommy turns around to see who it is, completely exposing his back to Steve. It’s probably the last few years of fighting hell monsters that has ingrained a distrust in Steve. Making him hyper-aware of his surroundings and never willing to leave his back open like this to people he doesn’t trust. He knows this but still, he thinks there should be some primal instinct in Tommy to stop him from making himself so vulnerable to Steve, the action speaks of leftover trust that Steve isn’t ready to face.

“Munson? You know Munson?” He turns back around, an incredulous look on his face.

It snaps Steve out of his thoughts and reminds him Eddie had called for him. He leans to the side, stretching out so he’s visible behind Tommy, catching Eddie’s eye and waving him over.

“I do, yeah.”

Tommy’s face twists into something Steve can’t immediately place. He recognizes it, knows he’s seen Tommy make that face before. It’s not disgust or confusion but maybe something in between? Before he can figure it out it clears.

“Oh, King Steve getting drugs? Who would have thought?”

Steve rolls his eyes, the only reason he had stopped smoking weed for a while in high school was because athletes got tested. Why Tommy is pretending Steve ever had some moral issue with it now is beyond him but not much of this interaction has made sense to him so far so what’s one more thing?

“What Steve doing drugs? He’s a very responsible young man and would never” Eddie says, twisting past the last couple of people.

“Right Stevie? You wouldn’t touch the stuff?” Eddie–knowing very well that Steve would in fact ‘touch the stuff’–asks.

“Not with a ten-foot pole.” Steve–who smoked yesterday–deadpans.

“Knew I could trust in you to stay a good boy.” Eddie coos as he steps into Steve's space and kisses him despite where they are. It’s quick enough that no one who isn’t watching would catch it though and the only one who is watching is Tommy. When Steve looks back at him his face slack with shock.

“Hagan,” Eddie says with a short nod.

“You-?” Tommy looks between them, that same look as before flashing on his face, still just out of Steve’s grasp.

Steve contemplates what he should do for a second but Tommy already saw them kiss, already knows. And honestly, Steve doesn’t really care what he thinks and he knows Tommy won't say anything. Steve has too much dirt on him.

“Oh sorry, Tommy this is my boyfriend.” His voice is deceptively sweet as he introduces Eddie as if that’s what Tommy had been getting at.

Steve turns to Eddie, “baby, you know who Tommy is right?”

He’s laying it on thick, asks despite Eddie greeting him by name two seconds ago. Knows others' unabashed confidence and being on the outside are things Tommy can’t handle.

“I think so,” Eddie plays along, “you were friends once right? Before you found better people?”

It’s mean but Steve wouldn't have thought too much of it if it weren’t for the wounded noise Tommy makes. When Steve looks at him again his face is cracked open and it finally clicks what that expression is.

“Aw, you jealous?” Eddie says in a mocking tone, hitting the nail on the head because that’s exactly what that expression is, jealousy.

It’s the same look he had whenever Steve told him about a new girl, the look he’d have when Steve started bringing Nancy around. It’s deeper though, not only jealousy. He also looks like he did when Steve told him and Carol to leave him alone. He doesn’t just look jealous, Tommy looks heartbroken.

He tries to pull it together, scrunching his nose up in disdain, and scowls at them. Quickly looks away from Steve when their eyes catch and his mask falls a bit, instead focusing on Eddie who raises one eyebrow in response.

“Hardly,” he scoffs, it comes out strained, “I would love to stay and chat but-”

He doesn’t elaborate, just turns on his heel and disappears into the crowd.

Steve is frozen to the spot, a war going on in his head. Puzzle pieces he didn’t know were missing falling into place.

“Come on, let's get out of here.” Eddie grabs Steve’s wrist and starts pulling him outside, away from the party. He gets them in his car and doesn’t try to speak to Steve, probably sensing he’s having some earth-shattering realizations right now.

“He liked me,” he finally manages to say. “That’s why he hated Nancy so much. He was...” he trails off, knows it’s true but can’t quite say it.

“Jealous,” Eddie finishes softly.

“You knew?” Steve asks because Eddie doesn’t sound or look surprised at all.

He shrugs, “I had my suspicions.”

“But how-”

“We looked at you the same,” his smile is wry, self-deprecating, “I recognized it.”

And Steve can’t really process this right now even though he knows it’s true so he grasps at straws, “Carol, he was with Carol?”

Eddie reaches out one arm and cups his face in his hand, glances at him quickly before he looks back at the road with a sad smile.

“If you’re in love with your best friend, your male best friend who you believe is straight, you do what you need to do to push it down, to hide it. Especially in high school and in a small town.”

“In love?” Steve rasps because he’d said ‘like’.

“Yeah, sweetheart. In love.”

Eddie brushes his fingers under Steve’s eye and he realizes it’s because he’s crying.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I don’t know why I'm reacting like this.”

And it’s true, he really doesn’t understand why it feels like a big hole has opened in him. He never liked Tommy, not like that, yet it feels like he’s lost something, fucked something up.

“He used to be your best friend, it’s a big thing to realize.” Eddie parks outside of his trailer, turns to Steve making no move to get out of the car. “Kind of changes everything, or at least puts it in a new context, explains some things.”

Steve feels the blood drain from his face because he’s suddenly remembered something and oh god does it put it in a new fucking context.

“Baby?” Eddie asks when Steve sits frozen again.

“We used to get wasted and make out,” he whispers the words, shame coursing through his veins.

Eddie goes still and Steve rushes the explain.

“Not often and not after he got with Carol, just,” he takes a shallow breath, “It happened a few times. We’d steal my dad's whiskey and get so beyond drunk and, well, kiss a lot.”

He’d smile at the memory if he wasn’t so horrified by it at the moment.

“The first time Tommy had never kissed anyone, asked me to teach him so he wouldn’t fuck it up when it mattered. Then after that it just kind of continued to happen. We’d get drunk, make out, and pretend like nothing. It stopped when he started seeing Carol, he tried but I stopped him. Told him he didn’t need to practice now when he had the real deal. We never talked about or even mentioned it.”

Steve sees Eddie’s arms shake and when he looks up he sees Eddie holding back laughter, eyes filled with barely concealed amusement.

“Are you laughing right now?”

Eddie stops holding back, letting the laughter burst out of him and Steve is so confused because he thought Eddie would be mad at him. He’s not sure why, it’s just that this has been such a deeply buried secret wrapped in shame for years with a big ‘do not talk or even think about it’ sign placed in front of it. That it would be met with laughter was never a possibility.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps through it, “It’s just such a cliche.”

Steve’s confused face only makes Eddie laugh harder. When he calms down he takes Steve's face in both his hands holding him firmly and looking him in the eyes.

“Steve, baby, sweetheart. Tommy used the oldest trick in the book on you, asking you to teach him how to kiss and you did it multiple times because what? he needed practice? That’s the flimsiest excuse to gay kiss your best friend and it’s also fucking done, it’s a cliche.”

Steve blinks, realizes that while he never had feelings for Tommy he had definitely found him attractive, had enjoyed kissing him. Had very deliberately not thought too deeply about his or Tommy's motives because that would have made it something he would have had to face.

“Oh,” he says.

Eddie smiles, wide and warm, “yeah, oh.”

“You don’t think I used him?” Steve has to ask, “if he had feelings for me and I didn’t have any for him.”

“No,” Eddie says, “not more than he did you. And you were kids, just messing around and trying to figure yourselves out in a not-very-accommodating world.”

Eddie squints a bit in thought, “though he probably thought you were more on the same page, that you could continue even though he was with Carol. Must have stung to be rejected.”

Steve snorts, “wasn’t really interested in helping anyone cheat, even under all the pretenses.”

“I know.”

Eddie's eyes are soft, looking at him with so much warmth that Steve momentarily forgets what they were talking about until Eddie's mouth twists into a sly grin.

“I can’t believe your first gay experience was with Tommy fucking Hagan.”

Steve gives him an unimpressed look, “at least I didn’t come in my pants ten seconds in, like some people I know.”

Eddie draws back, clutching his chest with his hands, “harsh words, love. It was at least a minute.”

#the amount of times i used the word realize- Steve in this and kylie jenner in 2016 #🤝 realizing so much #listen Tommy being in love with Steve and them kissing as teenager just takes up such a specific part of my brain always #like look at them- they would okay #don't ask me what this is beyond that #Steve and Eddie are assholes together b #but only (mostly) when it's deserved #Dels steddie thoughts #My writing #my post #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #tommy hagan

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We fall in love with three people in our lifetime, each one for a different reason...

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afewproblems · 11 months

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98 for Robin?

98. "Hold me back!"

Ahhh thank you very much for this! I'm sorry it was so late nonny!

This is taking place in the same universe as this piece which you can also read on AO3

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"I swear to God" Robin moans as she smacks her head onto the counter, "I will walk into traffic if I have to explain the plot of Labyrinth one more time".

Steve puts the money from the recent rental into the till and shrugs, "I dunno Birdy, I liked your take on it this time".

She snorts, finally cracking a grin, "you just liked the look on her face when I talked about how half the movie is Bowie's package and the other half is Muppets".

"Potato, Tomato," Steve hums, closing the till with a soft snick.

For a Saturday opening shift it had been strangely slow.

They had their usual guests during the day, screaming children with parents who were clearly at the end of their tether. Irritating teens who stole as many snacks as their thieving little backpacks could handle. Movie nerds who asked for as many titles as they could think of before settling on something so obscure there was no way they carried it -or on the off chance Family Video did have it in their inventory, it was already checked out.

However, with half an hour until Keith was set to arrive for the closing shift, the front door bell jingled harshly to announce a new presence in the store and in an instant Robin’s stomach falls into her shoes.

Because Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins have just walked in.

Robin has dealt with assholes from highschool before, she had to wear a sailor outfit with shorts for her last job for fucks sake, but she’s also never gotten into a physical fight with any schmucks from her forth period algebra class.

Steve on the other hand…

He’s on the other side of the counter all of a sudden, standing in between her and Tommy.

His expression seems neutral, but Robin can read the line of tension in his shoulders as Carol whispers something into Tommy’s ear.

"Welcome to Family Video," Robin says, her voice clipped and stony, "it's two for one Saturday and all the sections are labeled so you should be able to get in and get out".

"Come on, we just got here," Tommy scoffs, he's glaring openly at Steve while Carol seems to be scanning Robin, watching her carefully.

"Boy, you really do have a type huh Stevie," Carol sneers from Tommy's side, "at least this one plays an instrument, she's just as stuck up as Wheeler though from what I remember".

"If you guys don't want to rent anything, then leave," Steve says slowly, deliberately with wary hostility.

"You're suddenly so fucking tough huh?" Tommy scoffs, stepping closer towards Steve.

Carol moves with him but her eyes widen slightly in surprise, she grabs at his arm and pulls just slightly, "Tommy--"

"I'm not going to fight you man," Steve sighs, running a hand over his face and into his hair, Robin watches as his shoulders droop ever so slightly.

She knows Steve has complicated feelings about his former friends, they'd known one another for such a long time and those old feelings don't just disappear.

He'd been hurt to see Tommy and Carol gravitate towards Billy so easily. To egg him on as he bullied Steve their senior year, the tables turned so suddenly it was like whiplash.

Well, Steve may feel conflicted about his old shithead friends, but Robin has no such compunction.

"He won't but I will," Robin blurts out, the words run away from her faster than she can even catch up to them.

Steve closes his eyes, his expression pained while Tommy and Carol both turn to her with equal looks of surprise.

Huh, it's the first time in her life she's ever seen Carol Perkins speechless and it's glorious.

Robin lets the thrill of it carry her forward until she's stepped around the counter to stand beside Steve.

“Yeah, Steve's gonna have to hold me back,” Robin snarls as she grabs Steve’s hand and places it on her own shoulder.

Steve gives her a withering look as he mimes pulling a zipper over his own mouth.

"You let your bitch off her leash huh Harrington?" Tommy says with a lecherous grin as he stares at them both.

He lets out two barks and laughs again as he swings an arm around Carol's shoulder, her tinkling laugh joins his own and Robin can't believe this is even happening. Did she hit her head getting out of Steve's car this morning?

Fuck this.

"Funny stuff Hagan," Robin bites out, "your ass must be pretty jealous of your mouth for all the nasty shit it gets to spew in public".

"What did you just say to me?" Tommy snarls as he stomps closer, his ears have turned a ruddy pink that matches the flush crawling up his neck.

Carol tries to reach for his arm, whispering, "just drop it Tommy, let's go," but he wrenches away from her and continues forward, only stopping as a flat palm catches him in the chest.

Steve stands his ground in front of Tommy, looking down his nose with cold eyes.

Steve told her about the last time he and Tommy had squared off. It was just before Robin spotted Steve outside the corner store while she waited for her mother to pay for their things, the aftermath that she hadn't thought much of at the time, but now…

Steve walks forward, using his height to his advantage to tower imposingly over Tommy, his face twisted into a vicious snarl that Robin has only seen one other time, underneath Starcourt.

"Get out, I don't want to tell you again Tommy," Steve says lowly under his breath, just loud enough that Robin has to strain to hear him.

Tommy's eyes narrow as his mouth pulls into a sneer, "and what are you gonna do about it, you're not scary Harrington," he grins despite taking a step back as Steve continues forward, pushing them towards the front door.

"I don't have to be scary, but I do have an in with your drug dealer and I can make it impossible for you to score for as long as you live in this godforsaken shithole".

"You're bluffing".

"Try me," Steve whispers just as the bell dings again at the front of the store. Tommy doesn't look away from Steve even as Carol exclaims a small, 'oh', beside him.

Robin smirks and leans back against the counter, raising her hand in an enthusiastic wave towards the entrance, "hey Eddie!"

Tommy curses under his breath and wrenches himself away from Steve, just in time to see the murderous expression on Eddie's face.

Carol takes the opportunity to grab at the sleeve of Tommy's shirt and drag him the last few steps away towards the door, they give Eddie a wide berth as they pass.

Tommy glares at Steve and Robin the entire way, muttering curses under his breath as Robin blows them a kiss with her middle finger.

The bell jingles again as the door swings open and falls gently closed, leaving them in an uneasy silence.

"You guys okay?" Eddie says quietly after a beat, he steps towards Steve, his brow pinched with concern.

Steve nods silently before turning towards Robin. She expects a lecture from the frown on his face but blinks in surprise as Steve pulls her into a tight hug.

"Don't do that again," he mumbles into her hair, she opens her mouth to speak, to insist that she doesn't need a babysitter like his gaggle of children.

"I know it's just Tommy," Steve breathes out as though reading her mind, "but I don't think I could handle it if something happened to you Robin, I mean it".

And all at once the fight drains out of her as Robin wonders just how she wound up with someone like Steve Harrington in her corner.

"I wasn't going to let them talk shit," she huffs, despite pressing even closer, she feels his head shake against her own.

"I can take a hit and I'm not going to let some asshole have a chance to go after you too," he says sharply.

Robin rolls her eyes and steps back just enough to look him in the eyes, "remember what your annoying child friend said, if you die, I die".

She shrugs at the incredulous expression on his face, "what? Smartest thing that kid has ever said".

"You're ridiculous," Steve whispers and there's so much warm affection in his voice as he squeezes her once more, that Robin has to bury her face in his shoulder to hide the sudden shine in her eyes.

Eddie seems to take this as his cue to move forward and let his hand rest on Steve's lower back, the pinched look fading slightly as he smiles at Robin.

"Well, my original plan was to take Stevie here, out after his shift, buuut I'm thinking the three of us are in need of a night on the town, what do you say Buckaroo?" Eddie asks with a waggles of his eyebrows and a wide grin.

"I'll come if you never call me that again," Robin says with as much of a straight face as she can muster.

Steve barks out a laugh as he leans into Eddie's side, "oh you've done it now Buckaroo".

Robin squawks and flaps her hands at Steve until he ducks away behind Eddie who immediately shields his face with his hands.

"You think way too highly of me if you think that's where I'm aiming," Robin says dryly, snorting as Eddie gasps and lifts a leg for further protection, prompting them both to collapse into a fit of giggles while Steve watches fondly.

They all eventually relax, falling into an easy conversation as Steve and Robin finish up the last of the morning duties. The tension from earlier fading away as Eddie sits on the counter top, with his eyes on the door, watching out, just in case.

#platonic stobin #robin buckley pov #steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #carol perkins #afewproblems writes #afewproblems answers #stranger things #we love protective steve harrington #protective robin buckley #robin buckley is ride or die #eddie munson is the supportive boyfriend that loves their shenanigans and is definitely hoping for robins approval #steve x eddie #more of this universe because I love the idea of these three being friends before season 4 #wip weekend #I know no one voted for my askbox list but its been haunting me

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Writing Prompt: After season 2, Tommy gets a wake-up call, realizing that it really was him that made Steve leave. He was the asshole. He realized that when he got drunk with Carol at a party and accidentally let slip at a party about Steve’s bisexuality, a secret he once swore to protect. (He hadn't realized someone overheard.) It was the worst thing he had ever done. It got back to Steve’s parents, and his dad ended up kicking him out. Tommy tried to make up for it by trying to take him in, and in Steve’s anger, he turned him down, preferring to live out of his car. It was Lucas who found him sleeping in his car, which led to him getting adopted by the Sinclairs and then the Hendersons. He got not one but two homes. People at school hadn't taken the news too kindly, and so, the Hellfire Club takes him in. . .more specifically, Eddie takes him in.

#tw forced outing #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction prompt #fanfiction writing prompt #steve gets outed #steve gets adopted by the sinclairs #steve gets adopted by the hendersons #tommy hagan #tommy h gets his own thump on the head

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(romantic ships)

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chaosgremlinmunson · 2 months

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Rocker Stevie

Might be part one.

Diane: So let's set the scene, it's 1988, you're newly 21. You are top of the charts bubblegum pop princess Stevie Hendrix. You're married to top selling actor Tommy Hagan known for his action films and beach body. You just won two Grammys that year, and then, what happened?

Stevie: So, like you said. I was newly 21, I married my highschool sweetheart who'd reached stardom right alongside me as an actor instead of in music, which, honestly Diane, thank God for that. The man has no idea how to hold a tune, he'd likely make a dying cat sound like a siren. Laugh No, really! It's that bad! Anyway, I was fresh off my latest tour for Rainbows and Leather and came home to see my darling husband. I was so excited I'd been missing him, you know. Well, I walked into the house and what did I find? My husband, in bed butt naked with my Best friend and his personal assistant at my behest, Carol Perkins. To tell you the fallout from that was anything less than apocalyptic would be selling it short.

Diane: So after the absolutely dramatic divorce, you decided to change genres? Why Rock?

Stevie: Rock spoke to my soul, I wrote ‘I wanna ghost myself’ one night drunk on apple spritzers with my sister Robin, and her best friend Eddie. They'd been in my corner from the start, but Eddie and I always nipped at each other about our music tastes, then that night he picked up his guitar and started playing and ‘I wanna ghost myself' just flowed out. I was laid out on the floor by the ending between lighter and tears, and just felt so free. So like myself. And that was it, Stevie hung up her rainbows and sunshine and embraced her chaos and revenge.

Diane: So where did the lyrics 'think I'll take my heart and throw it off a cliff, yeah I have a feeling that it won't be missed” come from?

Stevie: You have to understand, I was devastated by what Tommy did. I had only ever been with him to that point in my life, he'd made me believe he was the only one for me. That without him my life would feel meaningless because up to that point every moment together he showered me in affection and praise. He was the ideal husband on the surface, and then I found out he'd been having an affair with Carol for literal years. Everyone knew except for me, and I was crushed. ‘Think I'll take my heart and throw it off a cliff’ was me almost literally saying my heart is broken and I don't want to feel anymore. I became wild and lost myself to the music. Eddie wrapped me in leather and lace and asked me to be the front woman for his band. I was shocked, because honestly was I going to make it delving into a whole new genre? I'd already come to the end of my contract with Upside Down records, so I wasn't concerned about what my team thought. However, my fan base? Would they still love me the same, would I make it? I was scared, and then we had our first show. It was small, and it was a test for me to see if I could do this. The world caught fire for me that night, and I never looked back.

Diane: So let's fast forward, finally Devil's Prey became a household name, and Stevie Hendrix was a sensation. What happened the night of the music awards, in your own words.

Stevie: So, for years I'd gone by Stevie Hendrix so no one would know who I was. It was mid set for ‘Bulletproof’ and as I turned the lights cut out and a picture lit up the screen. It was a photo of me on my wedding day, my eyes crossed out and ‘Stefania Harrington the Whore’ written across my body as I stood between Tommy, his old friend Billy, and Jason Carver. I screamed, and looked back at the audience just as Eddie tackled me to the ground and a shot whipped past my head.

Diane: So Eddie Munson saved you that day?

Stevie: Yes, he did. He held me while I sobbed in the green room. I never knew someone could be so hateful just because my songs brought what they'd done to light, but there I was running for my life while the security detail searched for the gunman. Eddie was furious, he held onto me and told me we were going to my place with his security, to pack up my things and come to his. See, Eddie lived in a damn near impenetrable home, there was no way anyone could get to me there. Of course I wanted to fight him on it, but I'm just a girl at the end of the day, and Eddie Munson has an energy you just don't fight when it's directed at you.

Diane: So you moved in that night?

Stevie: Yes. Eddie was my shadow for days, I barely could use the restroom without him following me around. It was aggravating at times, but I saw how scared he was when he wasn't in the spot he could see me.

Diane: He was traumatized.

Stevie: He was traumatized and he was ready to follow me to hell if he needed just to make sure I was safe. I never knew what love was until I was met with the force of Eddie Munson’s protection. He woke my dead heart up again, and I was doomed from the start.

Diane: So eventually the agents you had investigating the shooting found out who shot that gun, and who hired him.

Stevie: I need a minute before we talk about this. Let me just grab a water and ask Eddie to come sit with me.

Diane: Take your time.

Stevie and Eddie walk back in, they're holding hands and Eddie is murmuring to Stevie who's looking like she may just pass out from nerves. She squeezes Eddie's hand and takes a seat, Eddie sits beside her his fingers laced with hers.

Stevie: Okay, I'm ready. Breathes in deeply So Jim Hopper was the head agent on the investigative team. He had become something like a father figure to Robin and I over the years after my parents’ accident. When Jim came into Eddie's house his face was drawn, and I knew then that the people who had attacked me knew me. He sat me down and told me as gently as possible that Tommy had asked Billy to do the job. He was furious at my songs, and apparently the fan base put two and two together and his career began to tank. People were boycotting his movies. I didn't know, I swear, I just wanted my freedom and an outlet for all my pain. I deserve to have that without someone threatening me, you know? Tommy had hired Jason who was in tech support to upload the photo in the middle of our set. It was this whole plot. Make me pay in the most public way possible.

Eddie: I wanted to rip them apart. Stevie was distraught, she is such a good person. And if I could take her pain away I would, happily.

Stevie: I know you would, but you going to prison wouldn't have helped me. I need you here Eddie.

Eddie: I'm not leaving, not ever.

Stevie: So the trial came and went. They'd found loads of evidence in Tommy's apartment, through the baking records, phone records. I mean they pretty much wrote out in neon lights that they planned to kill me. Laughs incredulously All because Tommy couldn't handle the consequences of being a shitty husband?

Eddie: He never deserved you, Stevie.

Stevie: blushes and ducks her head Oh hush you big sap.

Diane: So the bad guys are caught, you're safe now, what does the future hold for Stevie Hendrix?

Stevie: More Rock and Roll obviously, but therapy to deal with the trauma. Mandatory family nights. Just things to help me feel back to myself.

Eddie: Hopefully a wedding soon, too. That is if you say yes. Eddie Munson sank to one knee reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring. Stevie stared at him, her eyes glassy before grabbing him by his curls and kissing him, she giggled a yes, and he slipped the ring on her finger. She said yes!

Stevie: I said yes. I love you Eddie Munson.

Diane: I'm so happy for you both!

Eddie: I love you Stevie Hendrix, I can't wait to be Mr. Hendrix!

Diane: Well, It was lovely sitting with you for this interview. Thank you for agreeing to be on my show, and I can't wait to see the wedding photos one day.

Stevie: See the photos? Diane, you're invited to the wedding!

Diane: Oh wow! I'd be honored.

Stevie and Eddie stood and walked off the stage where Robin stood, her face lit in a blinding grin, she embraced her sister letting out a laugh and they both turned to wave to Diane who smiled and waved back. The show was over, but Stevie’s life was only just beginning.

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maxineholtzmann · 6 months

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use your hands and my spare time - now complete on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan/Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Alternate Universe - Out on the Ice, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Fake RPF, Blow Jobs, Making Out, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Face-Fucking, Nipple Clamps, Butt Plugs, tied up, Restraints, Multiple Orgasms, Unsafe Sex, Threesome - M/M/M, Dom/sub Undertones, Stoplight System, Double Penetration in One Hole, Cock Rings, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Handcuffs, Spanking, Spanking with a Paddle, Fisting, (only a little bit), Edging, Dirty Talk, Blindfolds, Morning Sex, Shower Sex, Domestic Fluff, Dom/sub Play, Coming Untouched

Word Count: 8,315

Chapters: 3/3

CW: Tommy does not love being in charge in this chapter and has a lot of anxiety about it but it's resolved and it's all fine by the end but just be aware if that is going to be upsetting for you!

Chapter Three Snippet:

Tommy woke in the large bed, briefly disoriented. Who was he spooning and who was spooning him? Then he remembered the night before, remembered he was in Boston. He was in Eddie’s bed with Eddie and Steve, Steve behind him and Eddie in front. Tommy slowly woke up, stretching where he could, trying not to jostle either of the men in bed with him. He was unsuccessful, Steve and Eddie both yawning and starting to stretch.

“Good morning,” Steve murmured in Tommy’s ear, pressing against his back. Tommy could feel Steve’s morning wood. Tommy noticed his own half hard dick pressing against Eddie’s back. Eddie ground back on Tommy’s cock with his ass, grabbing Tommy’s hand and wrapping it around his length.

Tommy kissed Eddie’s shoulder and began to stroke him, slowly rocking his hips forward against Eddie and back against Steve. Both men sighed. Steve scooted closer to Tommy, sliding his cock between Tommy’s ass cheeks up and down. Tommy sighed every time the head caught a little on the edge of his hole, still sensitive from the night before.

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This fic is inspired by @hexiewrites brilliant Out On The Ice series which if you aren't reading you should be!!

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #steddie #steddie x tommy #stommie #steve harrington x tommy hagan x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x tommy hagan #tommy hagan x eddie munson #smut #out on the ice verse

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theohohmoment · 4 days

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It's tough to be in the Stranger Things Fandom AND the 9-1-1 Fandom right now, because I'll see a post about an Eddie and not know if it's Diaz or Munson, a post about a Buckley and not know if it's Buck/Maddie or Robin, a post about Tommy and don't know if it's Hagan or Kinard 😓

#eddie x steve #buck x tommy #evan buckley #911 abc #stranger things #robin buckley #maddie buckley #tommy kinard #tommy hagan #eddie diaz #eddie munson

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5+1 five times someone noticed Steve Harrington liking men and the one time everyone noticed he loved one

1 Steve

Steve never really put much thought into who he was attracted to. Girls were easy he didn’t even have to try for them to be all over him, really it’s just a matter of convenience.

Nancy was like that at first, all flustered and flirty. But he could tell it was all some sort of act even if she didn’t know it. He was proven correct after Nancy’s whole “bullshit” stunt on Halloween. Steve really couldn’t even blame her, he knew he was bullshit.

Going after girls only girls because it was convenient? That sure seems like bullshit to him. So, he began to actually acknowledge things. Like how no other guys on the swim team seemed to admire each other’s physiques or how Tommy never seemed to understand Carol’s constant ramblings about how hot Mel Gibson is.

Steve always knew he just began to actually act on it, ya know, occasionally.

2 Erica

The first to notice was surprisingly Erica Sinclair. Well, maybe not so surprisingly considering she seemed to make it her goal for the summer to have his complete and undivided attention. Seeing as he was the only thing between her and 4x her weight in ice cream.

“Hey Nerd what could possibly be more interesting to you, a costumer service employee, than me, a costumer?”

Without looking at her Steve spoke, “You’ve come in everyday for the past 3 weeks and have only bought 1 single scoop in total. He however,” Steve pointedly looked at a guy in his early 20’s licking a drop of melted ice cream up his hand and back to his cone, “seems to be very content with his purchase.”

Erica huffed “barf me out, if I wanted to see some narbo make goo goo eyes I would’ve just stayed home with Lukie and Max.” With that Erica made her way out of the shop in hopes of getting more free samples from Hot Sam’s pretzels.

2.5 Robin (sort of)

Robin didn’t really get Steve Harrington. First he showed up to work on Robin’s first day with that hideous sailor’s costume on before introducing himself to her as if they weren’t in the same class an entire year and romantic rivals. He acted kind enough despite his near constant complaining.

There was also those damn kids that Robin couldn’t comprehend belonged to Steve. They had the guy wrapped around their little fingers, it was honestly kinda pathetic -maybe she should make another board. He was always giving them his company provided scoops they were allowed during breaks.

“Need to stay in shape; no high school athletics anymore. Plus those kids are skinny as twigs,” he’d brush her off.

At first Robin thought it was just the kids he was giving his free ice cream to but then she’d notice how he missed the payment of a couple of guys around their age that had come in.

“Hey Dingus! You forgot to charge them, I’ve seen you do that twice now!” Robin was annoyed if Steve kept doing that they’d both get written up.

“Don’t worry, that was my ice cream mark out,” Steve said offhandedly.

That made Robin stop, those didn’t look like any of the guys in King Steve’s posse of friends. “Why’d you give them your mark out? Do you know them?” Robin’s curiosity beat out her annoyance at the older teen in front of her.

“Nope! Let’s just say I’m hoping for a good tip,” Steve tossed out as he winked and walked into the back room.

This idiot most people tipped at least a dollar even when they had to pay… whatever it’s his mark out.

3.5 Dustin

Say what you may about Dustin Henderson but he was a scientist at heart. So, when he began to notice things about one of his favorite people he decided he needed to test his theory.

“So, uh, Steve,” Dustin threw out while he and Steve were listening to music in the older man’s family room. Steve was jogging on his fathers treadmill as Dustin wrote his letter to send to Suzie in the mail.

Steve gave an uninterested ‘mmhm’ in response.

“Will’s been complaining about how all the party has girlfriends but him-”

“You go easy on him middle school’s hard enough without a bunch of dickwad friends and relationship drama-”

“High school, Steve, we start high school in the fall. No more middle school baby shit for us!”

“Yeah yeah whatever just lay off Will. Not everyone is interested in romance so young,” Steve finally finished once their bickering stoped.

Dustin scoffed, “No that’s just Mike, he’s the only one being weird about it. But anyway that’s exactly what I was about to ask! When did you start showing romantic interest?” Dustin preened himself on his subtlety.

Steve looked surprised at that, “Oh! Well I guess I really started liking people romantically in 6th grade. I mean I had my first girlfriend in 7th grade,” he snorted, “if you could even call it that, we just held hands at recess and gave messages through friends…”

Dustin tuned the other out. ‘People’ damn that was a bust alright new approach.

“Yeah yeah uh huh sooo, Steve? Which Star Wars character do you think is the hottest?” Dustin asked thinking back to the film he’d watched the night prior.

The treadmill stopped as Steve sighed and turned to face Dustin, “dude I keep telling you I’m not going to watch your geeky movie.”

“How dare you! Star Wars is a cinematic masterpiece! I-” stay on track Dustin don’t jeopardize the experiment, “whatever who do you think is the hottest actor from one of your lame rom-coms then?” Okay, so much for subtlety.

Steve raised an eyebrow at that -oh no he noticed- he walked over and plopped down on the floor next to Dustin, “Alright, what’s going on why are you acting weird?”

“What? I’m not acting weird? I just,” another unconvinced look, “Ugh fine. I’ve just started to notice how you aren’t only flirty with… with just girls anymore… Which is totally fine! Cool! Awesome even! I just, I wanted to find out if I was… right? I don’t know, now I sound like an asshole.”

Dustin isn’t sure if it’s a good sign or a bad sign when Steve began to laugh. His laughter died down after a couple seconds, “you’re a strange kid, you know that? But to prove- confirm your hypothesis or whatever. Yes I like men, and women, both I like both,” Steve stammered. “You’re actually the first one I’ve said that to.”

Dustin grinned twisting to hug Steve from where he was sat beside him. A thought just occurred to the almost high schooler, “ This means double the potential set ups.” This sentiment was met with a groan and a plead of not needing that.

4.5 Mike

Mike Wheeler has been told he’s at that ‘difficult’ age in puberty -gross- where he’s mad about everything. Well if you ask him it’s pretty freaking easy to be mad at everything including how his mom sold his bike at a yard sale because, “You’re too big for it now Michael you can barely ride it. This money is going towards a new one you’ll just have to save up.”

Hence why he’s waiting for his ride who’s currently working in a too cold, too bright shop, with an annoying smile on his face talking to some long haired weirdo with like 8 different chains hanging off his pants and a black bandana sticking out of his back right pocket. A weirdo that’s been here for over an hour making Steve stay late. “Steve! We were supposed to be out of here 12 minutes ago! Hurry up!” Mike yelled tapping his watch as though Steve could see it from across the store.

“Hold your shit Wheeler we’ll be out in a minute,” Steve yelled back earning a bark of laughter from the weirdo. Mike heard Steve start to finish up speaking with the- costumer? Actually, Mike doesn’t think he ever saw that guy even order anything.

Feeling curious Mike meandered towards them trying to catch the end of their conversation.

“-my house or yours tonight?”

“Wayne has tonight off so he’s gonna be hogging up the trailer soooo”

“Yeah yeah my place just remember no blasting music in my neighborhood the Inslee’s are already this close to calling the cops”

“Oh yeah, and heaven knows what we’ll be up to when they arrive-”

“Shut up! Alright I gotta go see you in a couple hours Ed!”

With that Steve and Mike exited the Scoops Ahoy walking through the food court and out the mall towards Steve’s Beamer where it sat in the mall parking lot. The two settled in, Steve making sure Mike had his seatbelt on before pulling out. From the passengers seat Mike eyed Steve trying to decipher what he had heard the two older men in the mall talking about.

Giving in Mike gave an annoyed huff admitting he was actually interested in something to do with Steve Harrington. “Who was that guy and how often do you have sleepovers?” he asked.

This was met with shifty eyes and a soft laugh from the older teen, “who? Eddie? The guy from the mall? He’s no one, just a friend,” there was a strange tinge of guilt in his voice.

“You shouldn’t do that.” Mike said firmly staring out at the road in front of them.

This made Steve confused turning to look at Mike before redirecting them back to the road, “do what?”

This made Mike even more pissed. “Lead people on. You and I both know you like girls, you’ve dated girls, you dated Nancy! Did you not care about her? Did you not love her? I know you broke up or whatever, but she definitely loved you once, I can’t believe you faked the whole thing!” Mike had tears welling in his eyes.

The car came to a slow as Steve pulled over to the side of the road, “woaah hey man I did- I did love your sister. Sometimes I think a little more than she loved me. I was never lying about what I felt for her.” Mike sniffled. “And yes, I do like girls always have, still do. But, I think you may have noticed,” Steve attempted to joke, “I’m also of the uh, male persuasion? Ugh that sounds gross. Men I like men too.”

Steve expected some backlash after the start of this conversation and was surprised when he was met with Mike’s odd look of clarity. “You- you can like both?” The younger boy asked. Steve hadn’t heard him sound so small since he saw him take care of an unconscious Will during their last run in with monsters.

“Yeah, you can like both.”

5 Robin (yes again)

Okay so Steve Harrington wasn’t that bad. In fact he was kind of cool. And not like popular, eggs cars and makes out with chicks under the bleachers cool. But genuinely a cool dude that basically saved her life, well, with the help of a couple children.

Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the probable head trauma, maybe it was even the thrill of actually escaping a secret Russian base but Robin felt like she could tell this guy anything. Which probably wasn’t great considering her… situation.

The two teenagers were sitting in the bathroom heads hanging over toilet bowl rims. They were joking around but the girl knew she didn’t want to be asked any heavy or revealing questions not when she didn’t have complete control of her mind so instead she asked Steve.

“Have you… ever been in love” she’d asked after some thought. This should be easy enough for him, he’s known for his prowess with the ladies.

She received a small cackle from the stall next to her. “Yeah a couple of times. Nancy Wheeler my first love I went insane for that girl, first semester senior year,” Steve made a gun motion shooting into his heart, “honestly I’m glad I had what I had with Nancy and also glad that it ended? If it hadn’t I would’ve never been with who I’m with today, the person I think I want to spend the rest of my life with,” Robin could tell there was a smile of his face when he’d said that.

Wow Robin really hadn’t expected that confession, she was honestly a bit worried he might admit to liking her. Who would’ve thought Steve Harrington tied down. “How’d you know?” Robin asked she’d never been able to think that strongly about anyone not even Tammy who she’s had a year long major crush on.

Steve sighed, “I don’t know… He just makes me feel happy and excited whenever I’m near him.”

Robin’s breath hitched when she noticed the pronouns he’d used, okay she definitely wasn’t supposed to be told this, he wasn’t in the right state of mind, neither was she. And yet, she couldn’t stop him; it felt so good to hear about someone like her actually being happy and finding love even if it was surprisingly Steve Harrington.

“He’s a lot different than everyone else I’ve dated, but he’s also different from everybody else in general so I guess that makes sense. He’s dramatic and weird, and impossible to look away from. I still can’t even believe he likes me back.”

Hearing Steve talk about his boyfriend gave Robin the confidence to tell him about Tammy much to his great judgment which they joked about until Dustin and Erica barged into their little sanctuary of a bathroom.

+1 Everyone

If you ask anyone, that day after Vecna was defeated the whole party piled into their meeting place at the hospital. They wouldn’t tell you the first thing they noticed was a limping Dustin crying silently as though he could no longer make sound from screaming so loudly. It wasn’t Robin walking through the door with a broken guitar in her arms. It wasn’t even the boy bleeding out, unconscious, clothes ripped to shreds.

No, they’d tell you they’d noticed Steve Harrington sobbing as he yelled for ‘someone anyone please help him please my Eddie please help him somebody Eddie please Eddie’. He held Eddie Munson in his arms as he ran through the hospital begging them to save his Eddie.

Eddie was taken into surgery immediately and nobody could think of what to say to Steve. He was hunched over in a small waiting chair right outside Eddie’s operating room.

It was Joyce Byers freshly off a death helicopter from Russia that kneeled down in front of the boy. She held his hands in hers as she said, “he’ll be okay. He knows your out here waiting for him. He won’t leave you.”

With that Steve slumped forward onto her as he began to sob.

Eddie came out of his first surgery a couple hours later but the doctors informed he was likely going to be in unconscious for at least a week. Steve stayed with Eddie and his uncle in the hospital everyday refusing to leave. The kids filtered in and out checking on Eddie and Max a few rooms down. Without fail Steve had his chair pulled up right next to Eddie’s bed just watching him.

Dustin talked to Eddie, a lot, so did Robin. Eddie probably liked that, both Wayne and Steve didn’t talk much. Preferred to sit in silence watching for any sign that the comatose boy was improving.

The day Eddie did wake up most of the party was there including Nancy, Jonathan, some guy from California, the youngest Sinclair -Lucas didn’t want to leave Max alone- a couple Russians, his uncle and his boyfriend. When Eddie slowly opened his eyes he looked towards Steve sitting directly to his left.

“Hey Stevie, I tried to be a hero. Sorry,” his vocals were strangled from lack of use.

“You should be sorry! You are such an idiot! God I love you, never do that again.” Steve then pulled Eddie into a searing kiss in front of everyone. Not that anyone was surprised.

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raven-sapphire · 2 months

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if I wrote a fanfiction set in season 2 (with no Upside-Down) where Eddie and Tommy swap bodies - Freaky Friday style -, with Steddie endgame and a little bit of unrequieted Stommy (and maybe a boyfriend for Tommy too, who knows eheh), also with Eddie and Tommy's rivalry which slowly turns into a friendship because they see how the other lives, would anyone read it?

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #steve harrington #stommy #fic ideas #corroded coffin #hellfire club #stranger things

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atimeofyourlife · 1 year

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Writing this because I've been in a flare-up of migraines and I want to make someone else suffer for it Cw: migraines and mentions of vomiting throughout, nothing graphic but it's there This was supposed to be quite short and quick but it ended up being 6.8k of making Steve suffer.

Migraines had almost always been a part of Steve's life, right from when he was young. They were genetic, his mother also suffered from them, as did his grandmother, two aunts, and three cousins.

His earliest memories included the times when his mother would be struck with a migraine, hiding in a dark room waiting for the pain to pass, barely able to move between the bed and the ensuite bathroom. Steve knew he couldn't play loudly at those times, as it would make it so much worse, and that he was only allowed to knock on the door in a real emergency.

He got his first migraine at age seven. He woke up with a pain that made his head feel like it was splitting in two. He tried to open his eyes but the small amount of light seeping in around his curtains made the pain so much worse. He could only let out a weak, pained cry before throwing up all over himself and his bed. He stayed sat in his bed, sobbing quietly with his eyes screwed up tight, not wanting to move and make more of a mess. He wanted his momma to be there and hold him, but anything he could do to get her attention would only be met with even more pain. After some time, to him, it felt like forever, but in reality, was only a few minutes, his mother came to wake him up.

"Steve, time to wake up, it's time for school." She opened the door as she called for him.

Steve whimpered as more light flooded into the room, even with his eyes closed it hurt.

"What happened, baby?" She asked as she took in the scene in front of her.

"Hurts, momma." He cried, wanting her to take away the pain.

"What hurts, Stevie? Is it your head?"

Steve barely managed a nod, the slightest movement causing the pain in his head to intensify.

"Oh, baby, let's get you cleaned up." She lifted him out of bed, not caring that his sick was transferring onto her shirt. She made sure his face was tucked into her neck to block out any light, before carrying him to the bathroom. She set him down by the toilet, and stripped him of his soiled clothing.

"I'll be back in a moment, I'm just going to get you some fresh jammies." She didn't wait for his response before slipping from the room, leaving the light off. He whined as she left, but had to quickly turn to face the toilet as he started to throw up again.

His momma came back quickly, having removed her dirty shirt while she was out of the room. She put the bundle of clean clothes on the side before kneeling next to Steve, rubbing his back gently until he stopped heaving. Once he was done, she cleaned him up with a washcloth, not wanting to make him wait while she drew a bath or make him stand under the shower. The clothes she'd brought in were his softest pajamas, and she picked him back up once he was dressed, carrying him back out of the bathroom, still trying to block out the light.

He thought she was taking him back to his bedroom, but it was taking longer, going downstairs. He opened his eyes a little after he was laid on a soft bed, realizing he was in the same room his momma normally spent her time in when she had a bad migraine. He whined and reached for her as she moved away.

"I need to go clean up, sweetheart. I'll be back with some medicine once I'm done."

The medicine didn't help, only coming straight back up with the little water he'd drunk. His momma joined him in bed, holding him close until he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he still felt bad, but the pain in his head had got a bit better.

Steve continued to get migraines throughout his childhood, five or six times a year. If it fell on a school day, he would be called out for at least one day, often two or three as he got over the lasting effects of the migraines. Always waking up with it. And every time leaving him struggling in a dark room, and throwing up repeatedly.

The first time he had one around someone outside of his family, he was ten and having a sleepover at Tommy's house. He woke up in his sleeping bag on the floor with the pain in his head. He bit back a whimper of pain, not wanting Tommy to think he was weak. He didn't want to move, but knew he had to get up if he wanted to avoid throwing up on the floor. He got up slowly, carefully, but each move made the pain increase and worsened the nausea. He held a hand over his mouth and the other shielding the light from his eyes. He had to walk fast to get to the bathroom, starting to gag and trying not to retch on the way. He made it just inside the bathroom, but not quite to the toilet before his body gave in and he was throwing up on the tiled floor.

"Ew, gross." Came Tommy's voice from behind him, and Steve instantly felt worse. It was bad enough at home when he didn't make it to the toilet, or at least over a trash can, when he had to throw up from a migraine, even with his momma and so many others in the family knowing what it was like. But to get sick on the floor at someone else's house? Especially when Tommy's mom didn't take kindly to any mess in the house. It was mortifying. He let out a choked sob, and hopped around the puddle of sick to get to the toilet to throw up again.

"I- uh. I'm gonna go get Mom." Tommy backed out of the room, leaving Steve alone. A few tears started to spill over as he wished he was at home, or just anywhere else, somewhere he could curl up in the dark until the pain was gone.

When Mrs Hagan came into the room, he could feel her anger even before she spoke. She berated him loudly, for the mess, over who would clean it up, for the disrespect when he wouldn't look at her, instead keeping his face buried in his arms in an attempt to block out the worst of the light. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Migraine." Was the only word Steve was able to force out, barely above a whisper. Even saying just the one word made the pain spike, and he curled further into himself, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Mrs Hagan just scoffed, and left the room muttering about calling his parents. Steve just wanted his momma to pick him up and take him home. He didn't notice Tommy coming closer and sitting down next to him.

"What's a migraine?" Tommy asked, his voice softer than usual.

"Headache. Real bad headache." Steve murmured.

"So bad it makes you puke?"

Steve nodded once. "Light hurts."

"Oh." Tommy got up and moved across the room to turn the light off, and came back to sit with Steve.

They sat in silence until two sets of footsteps came along to the bathroom.

"You've been in here for so long and you haven't even tried to clean-" Mrs Hagan started, only to be cut off by Steve's mom.

"Stevie, is it a migraine?" She asked as she crossed the room, carefully avoiding the mess on the floor.

"Uh-huh. Momma, it hurts so bad."

"I know, baby. Let's get you home and in bed." She pulled a pair of dark sunglasses from her pocket, slipping them onto his face to block some of the light, before helping him to his feet. She couldn't lift him like she used to, but held him close so he could bury his face in her side.

"Who is going to clean up this mess, then?" Mrs Hagan demanded.

"You, maybe? It's something you could have done instead of shouting at a sick child for something he couldn't control. Just be thankful he made it to the tile, when he gets like this at home, half the time he doesn't even make it out of bed." Mrs Harrington's tone was quiet, not wanting to make Steve's migraine even worse, but firm and cold. She kept her arm wrapped tight around Steve's shoulders as she guided him from the bathroom.

"I've got your stuff. Feel better, Steve." Tommy came out of his room with Steve's bag.

Steve allowed his mom to take him through the house and out to the car. She buckled him into the backseat, with a bucket beside him in an attempt to protect the upholstery. All he wanted to do was get home, so he could curl up in a dark room and try to sleep it off.

Steve's parents started leaving him home alone on occasion when he was twelve. Starting with a day or two at a time, getting a bit longer as he got older.

Luckily, they were never both away when he got a migraine, until a little after he turned fifteen. He woke up one Friday morning, near the end of his freshman year, with the all too familiar pain in his head. The usual rush of nausea sent him lurching for his ensuite bathroom, barely making it in time to throw up.

"Momma?" He called weakly once he was done, only to be met with the silence in the house. It took a few moments for him to remember that he was home alone, his parents had left the day before and wouldn't be back until Sunday evening. He eased himself up and shuffled back into his bedroom so he could call his mom. He opened his eyes as little as possible to read the note with the hotel information on. He dialled the number, and gave the room details.

"Maria Harrington speaking?"

"Momma?" Steve couldn't help whimpering as the pain spiked.

"Oh, Stevie. Another migraine?" She asked.

"Yeah. It hurts so bad."

"Okay, go back to bed, and I'll call the school. Call me again tonight to let me know how you are." She directed.

"Yes, Momma. Love you."

"Love you too, feel better soon sweetheart."

Steve spent most of the day sleeping or running to the bathroom to throw up. He only managed to consume some cold water from the bathroom tap, not wanting to make the effort to get downstairs.

He woke in the early evening, feeling a little better, to the sound of someone knocking on the front door. He tried to drag himself out of bed, but the dizziness starting to take hold made it nearly impossible to move. After a few minutes, he heard the door open and shut, followed by footsteps on the stairs. "Steve, dude? You here?" He heard Tommy call.

"Bedroom." He replied, wincing a little. Tommy must have let himself in using the spare key for the movie night and sleepover they'd planned. At least they hadn't planned for a party.

"Oh, shit. One of your headaches?" Tommy asked as he came into Steve's room.

"Yeah." Steve pushed himself up into a vague sitting position.

"I guess I should go, then. You need anything?" Tommy offered.

"Can you grab me some water? And like toast or something?" Steve asked, settling back against his pillows. He hated cancelling and changing plans, but at least Tommy was understanding about it.

Tommy agreed and left the room, returning a few minutes later with the requested items. He handed the plate to Steve and put several bottles of water on the nightstand. "I would invite you over so you weren't alone, but-" he trailed off, but Steve knew what he was getting at. Ever since the time he'd thrown up on the bathroom floor at a sleepover, Mrs Hagan hadn't let him in the house.

"It's fine. If this doesn't make me puke, I'll just be sleeping it off."

After the fight with Jonathan, the migraines became more frequent, happening about once a month. He also got a little more light sensitivity on the days around a migraine, leading him to start carrying sunglasses with him at all times. Everything else was the same, waking up with the agonizing headache, throwing up multiple times, trying to sleep it off, then the lingering dizziness once the pain started to subside. But he had one other thing to contend with. Nancy.

The first one that really affected anything was in January. They hadn't gotten back together until mid-December, then Nancy had been busy with family over Christmas, so she never knew about the migraines Steve got in that time.

But come January, it was nearly impossible to avoid it, with the amount of time they were spending together. Steve was driving Nancy to school most days, and home if their schedules lined up. Date nights. Study dates. Biweekly dinners with Barb's parents.

It was a day when they were supposed to have one of those dinners after school, and Steve woke up with the blinding pain in his head. He rushed out of bed, stumbling as he got caught in his sheets. He knew he wouldn't get to the bathroom in time, so he lunged for the trash can by his desk. He curled around it as he emptied his stomach, throwing up violently.

"Steve?" His mom opened his door, obviously having heard the noise.

"Momma." Steve swallowed hard, trying to will away the nausea. "It's a migraine."

"I know, baby." She moved to sit with him, rubbing his back gently and holding his hair off his face as he started heaving again. "It's okay, Stevie. Get it all out, then you can go back to sleep."

Steve slumped against his mom once he was done, wanting the comfort she was offering and unable to find the energy to move back to bed.

"If you're finished, I can clean that out for you?" She offered after a few minutes, just getting a nod in reply. "Okay, then let's get you back in bed."

Steve whined a little as she helped him to his feet, and guided him back to bed. She tucked him in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Do you need anything?"

"Need to call Nance. Tell her I'm not coming." He mumbled.

"Do you want me to?" She offered.

Steve shook his head. "I can." He insisted, feeling around for the phone on his nightstand.

"Okay, baby. I'll check on you later." She left the room, taking the trash can with her.

Steve dialled the now-familiar number, hoping it would be Nancy answering, he didn't want to have to make small talk with her mom, or take her brother's attitude. It was Mrs Wheeler that answered, and he forced his way through the basic pleasantries and asking to speak to Nancy. He winced at the volume of the shout at the other end of the phone, before Nancy's voice came through.

"Nance, I can't make it today. I've got a migraine." He said, wanting the call to be done as soon as possible so he could try to get back to sleep.

"But we promised Barb's parents. We can't cancel just because you've got a headache." Nancy protested.

"It's not just a headache. I'm sick with it. It hurts so bad, I can barely get out of bed. I won't be in school, so can we please reschedule?" He was almost begging at the end, wanting to get off the phone and hating that Nancy wasn't believing him.

"Fine." Nancy huffed. "I've got to go."

Before he could respond, a dial tone came through. He hung up the phone and laid down, pulling the blankets right over his head in an attempt to block out the light filtering through his thin curtains.

Once he was well enough to be back at school, he explained his migraines to Nancy, the frequency, the symptoms. How they were different to normal headaches.

Right up until they broke up, if he cancelled because of a migraine, she always complained about him ditching her for just a headache.

After getting beaten by Billy, the migraines got worse. Way more frequent, two, three, four times a month. The pain was somehow more intense, the dizziness after was worse and lasted a lot longer. The light sensitivity was almost constant. And they would come on at random, not just when he woke up.

Multiple times he had to run out of class because a migraine started suddenly. Bursting into whatever bathroom was closest for him to throw up. More than once, he ended up in the girls' bathroom, but he couldn't bring himself to care as long as he wasn't puking on the floor.

People had different reactions, some girls freaking out when he ran into the bathroom. Some people assumed he had come into school hungover, others that he was on drugs. Sometimes people would offer help, but he was usually ignored. Tommy made a basic comment about the migraines being worse, but never tried to offer any help or comfort.

The worst one didn't hit at home, or even at school. He was driving home from the trip he'd taken to Indianapolis, and it hit as he came into Hawkins. He had to pull over quickly, opening his door just in time to throw up over the side of the road. He whined softly, knowing this was the worst place he could get a migraine. He was still in the wooded area before hitting the town, there were no houses this far out, so his only hope was if someone drove by and saw his car. As he retched and threw up again he wondered if he could get away with trying to sleep it off in the backseat, there was no way he could drive with the way he was feeling. A slam of a car door startled him, and he swore softly as it made the pain worse.

"Harrington?" He registered the gruff voice as belonging to Hopper, but he didn't respond. He heard the heavy footsteps coming closer. "Jesus Christ, kid. How much did you drink last night?"

"Not hungover," Steve mumbled, breathing slowly to try and ease the nausea. "Migraine."

"Shit. Are your parents home?"

Steve shook his head slowly. "Miami."

"Come on, I'll get you back to mine, so you can rest up." Hopper helped Steve out of the car, getting a few steps before Steve lurched forward onto his knees, throwing up a little into the grass. Hopper kept his hands on Steve's shoulders, steadying him so he wouldn't fall over.

"Sorry," Steve whispered, letting Hopper pull him back to his feet and guide him to Hopper's car.

"But-" Steve couldn't quite form the words, just gesturing vaguely in the direction of his car once he was in Hopper's passenger seat.

"Don't worry about it. We ain't far from the cabin, I'll come get it once you're settled." Hopper started the car, driving slowly.

Steve sat with his head back and eyes closed, hoping that he could hold off the nausea enough so he wouldn't throw up in someone else's car. It wasn't too much longer before the car pulled to a stop.

"Just a couple of minutes walk from here." Hopper got out of the car, and moved around to help Steve out. He kept an arm around Steve as he helped him to the cabin, not wanting him to fall over.

Once they were in the cabin, El perked up. "Is he hurt?" She asked cautiously.

"He's sick. Got a real bad headache, so we're going to have to be quiet, okay?" Hopper explained as he took Steve through the cabin. "Can you find the bucket from under the sink for me?"

Steve made a weak noise of protest as Hopper pushed him down onto a bed.

"You can sleep in here, it's my room. Sorry there's no door, but you can get some rest." Hopper explained, kneeling down to get Steve's shoes off when he didn't try to do it himself.

"No, I can sleep-" Steve started to protest, not wanting to put Hopper out of his bed.

"It's okay, kid. You need the bed more than me right now. I'll sleep on the couch tonight. Just try to hit the bucket if you're going to puke again."

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it, instead pulling the covers over himself.

"I'll grab you some medicine, then I'll leave you to sleep."

Steve shook his head quickly, regretting it when it made the pain get worse for a moment. "Can't. Makes me sick."

When he woke up, it took him a few minutes to get his bearings and remember where he was. He tried to push himself into a sitting position, but the intense dizziness had him dropping back against the pillows. He groaned and swore softly.

Hopper appeared in the doorway a couple of minutes later, he must have heard Steve's reaction to trying to move. "Hey, kid. How're you feeling now?"

"Dizzy. I can't move." Steve mumbled, wanting to bury his face in a pillow until the room stopped moving.

"Do you need anything?"

"Uh. Water please?"

Hopper nodded, leaving the room for a moment and coming back with a bottle of water. "Is this normal?"

"Happens sometimes. Got worse with the concussion." Steve explained.

"Your parent's know about it?"

"Yeah. 's genetic, Mom gets them too."

"Keep resting up, shout if you need anything." Hopper left the room and Steve shut his eyes again, hoping to sleep off the dizziness the way he had slept off the pain.

Steve assumed that getting a migraine at school would be the worst possible time, but once he was working ('a real job, Steven. None of this lifeguarding where you get to laze around a pool all day.'), it was on an entirely different level.

It was so much more migraine-inducing. The constant noise, music from within the store, in the mall, and seeping through from other stores. The horrifyingly repetitive tunes coming out of the kiddie rides dotted around the mall. The screams and squeals and cries and whines coming from the kids that were either overstimulated by the environment or throwing a tantrum when they didn't get their way. The attitude and entitlement from customers young and old over samples or not having enough choice or price or 'just how many calories are in this?'. Then there was the brightness, within Scoops the colors were all so oversaturated, the mall, in general, seemed to have so many lights at full power, showcasing all the options, as well as the neon lights advertising everywhere.

One of the worst things was the smells. So many conflicting smells mixing together with a nauseating result. The overpowering artificial lemon that always hung in the air from the cleaners they had to use. The sickly smell of the ice cream, the hot fudge, the caramel, the fountain drinks, and even the fruit made it worse. And sometimes there was the harsh smell when someone let their kid go too crazy on soda and ice cream and toppings resulting in puke on the floor.

Oh, and there was the snarky coworker he shared most of his shifts with that seemed to have a strong distaste for Steve.

It was over halfway through his shift when the migraine struck. It had been a rough day, a lot of customers coming through, kids constantly running around and screaming, and constant complaints that required the same few explanations. Steve could feel it coming on, but thought it would just be a normal headache, taking painkillers during his break to head it off. But they didn't work. There was only an hour or two left before the guys on the late shift were due to come in and take over when the pain struck. The initial burst of pain was so bad it caused him to double up behind the counter. He tried to breathe shallowly in an attempt to avoid the nausea but it hit hard and had him running for the break room.

"Where are you going, Dingus?" Robin shouted after him, but he couldn't respond.

He got most of the way across the room, but began to doubt whether he would make it to the bathroom. He grabbed one of the buckets from the cleaning supplies, and sunk to his knees as he started heaving into it. He did his best to stay as quiet as possible while he threw up, knowing that sound carried between the front and the breakroom and not wanting to put off other people.

"What the hell, you need to get back-" Robin burst into the break room, but cut off when she saw Steve on the floor throwing up. "Seriously, Dingus? It's barely two in the afternoon and you're already drunk? What were you doing, sneaking vodka in your lunch break?"

"Not drunk." He mumbled.

"Hungover, then?"

"Not hungover. Migr-" He cut himself off to throw up again.

Robin scoffed, but she had to go back out as the bell rang on the counter.

Steve couldn't tell how long. it had been, it could have been an hour, it could have just been five minutes. His vomiting had slowed, but the pain of the migraine persisted. He became aware of Robin speaking to someone, but couldn't quite place the rough voice.

"Harrington around?"

"He's in the breakroom throwing up. And he keeps denying being hungover."

"Mind if I go back there?"

Steve heard Robin agree, before the door swung open and heavy footsteps entered the room. Steve slowly opened his eyes just long enough to see Hopper.

"Shit, kid. What happened?"

"Migraine," Steve whispered, not wanting to make the pain worse.

"You didn't think to tell her that?"

"Couldn't." Steve gestured toward the bucket. "Tried to, but."

"Okay. You're gonna need to go home. D'you want me to drive you, or call your parents?" Hopper offered.

"You. Don't know if Mom's home yet." Steve mumbled.

"Uh-huh. I'll just let her know, then I'll take you home."

Steve let himself lose focus, not really paying attention to his surroundings. Once Hooper came back, he asked to leave using the back exit, not wanting to walk through the busy mall with the chief of police while clutching a bucket in case he threw up again.

Steve didn't really speak during the drive hom, keeping his head back and his eyes closed to try and fight off some of the pain. He opened his eyes as they pulled up outside his house, and noticed his mom's car parked on the drive.

"Why'd you come in?" Steve asked as he moved to get out of the car.

"I was going to ask for a favor for El, but it doesn't matter. It can wait 'til you're better."

"Okay, thanks chief." Steve stumbled up the drive, wincing at the brightness of the sun. He let himself in, knowing he was going to have his mom go overboard on caring for him, like she always did when he had a migraine.

When he returned to work on his next shift, he knew he had to face Robin. His mom dropped him off, as his car was still in the Starcourt parking lot. He beat Robin in, so started working on the opening tasks.

"Hey, Dingus, no hangover today, right?" Robin asked as she walked through to the breakroom to drop off her stuff.

"Wasn't a hangover." Steve protested. "It was a migraine."

"That's those really bad headaches, right?"

"Yeah, I get them sometimes. And if I had the choice, I would prefer a hangover. They hurt less." Steve leaned on the counter, waiting for Robin to double-check the till.

"Is that why you kept running out of class? I swear, if you were a girl everyone would have thought you were pregnant with the amount of times you kept throwing up."

"Getting my face beat in twice in like a year made them worse. I've had them since I was a kid, but after the concussions, it was on a different level. I started getting them at school more, and they always make me sick." Steve explained.

The only thought Steve could process before the final punch from the Russians knocked him out was that if he got out of it, this concussion was not going to help his migraines.

At first, he didn't really notice a difference. Between recovering from the concussion, whatever drugs the Russians had injected them with, and the other injuries he received from the beating, alongside the mental strain of everything that had happened, he just didn't have the energy to register any changes. But they did get worse.

They were hitting every week, at least once, sometimes more often. And the thing he found most worrying after he'd noticed it, was them fucking with his vision. Even at the best of times, his vision wasn't as good as it had been before the encounter with the Russians. But with a migraine? It was bad on a whole new level. Sometimes it even got so bad that he would go blind in one eye. Usually only for a few minutes at a time, a half hour at most, but there was that one time that his vision didn't return for the duration of the migraine.

He tried to keep it secret, hide the migraines as much as possible. Robin knew about them, but he didn't want her to know about the severity or the frequency of them. And if he could avoid it, he didn't want the kids to know about them at all. From the amount of times he had to cancel on them, they knew there was something wrong, but he wouldn't give them the details.

Robin picked up on how bad the migraines had gotten when one struck at work, midway through their shared Sunday late shift.

One minute they were laughing and joking together, having playful arguments over what the next movie should be, the next, Steve was hunching in on himself from the sudden onset of pain.

"Steve, are you okay?" Robin asked, worried about his sudden change in demeanour. "Is it a migraine?"

Steve nodded, and swallowed twice, trying to hold back the unavoidable nausea. He bolted out from behind the desk in the direction of the employee bathroom. He made it over the toilet with barely a second to spare before he was throwing up. He was only alone for a minute, then he was aware of Robin behind him, holding back his hair and rubbing his back.

"It's a bad one, huh?" Robin said after Steve had sat back, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Mmm-hmm. They're all bad." Steve replied, a slight slur to his words. He opened his eyes to look at Robin, the bathroom being dimly lit as neither of them had bothered to turn the light on. As he did, he noticed that his vision wasn't normal, he could see out of his right eye, but his left eye not so much.

"Your eyes look weird? Do they normally look weird when you have a migraine? They're kinda glassy and the left one isn't really focusing." Robin started to ramble but tried to hold back, knowing that too much talking made Steve's migraines worse.

"Can't see. Left eye." Steve mumbled, not wanting to have to try to explain.

"What do you mean you can't see? Should I call an ambulance, that's really concerning. What if it's like a brain tumor or something?" Robin started to panic a little, almost spiralling with concern for her best friend.

"Happens sometimes. Migraine thing. Goes away soon." Steve was only speaking in half sentences, not able to form his thoughts properly.

"How can you be so casual about not being able to see? Have you seen a doctor about it? How long has it been happening? Has it always happened with your migraines?" Robin's voice raised a little, causing Steve to wince at her tone.

"Russians fault. Doctor can't do anything." Steve explained. "You're too loud."

"Sorry," Robin whispered. "Are you done?"

"Think so. Help?"

Robin helped Steve up and guided him to the couch in the staff room, pushing his shoulder until he laid down. She left him with a small trash can on the floor near his head in case he threw up again, as well as a bottle of water in reach.

"Is your mom home?" Robin asked before she left the room.

"No."

"I'll call Dad to pick us up. They'll let you crash in the guest room until you feel better." Robin switched the light off as she went back out onto the shop floor.

Steve knew he would have a ton of questions from Robin once his migraine was gone, but for now, all he wanted was to sleep it off.

After Vecna, Steve was just grateful that everyone survived. Eddie had minor injuries from the bat bites, which would have been a whole lot worse if Steve hadn't insisted on him zipping his jacket closed, Max had two broken legs, a broken arm, and minor vision issues, but was expected to make a full recovery, just needing glasses in the long term. Steve had his bat bites, the road rash on his back and arms from being dragged along the ground in the Upside Down, infection in both those wounds from running around in a toxic environment without proper wound care, and slight damage to his windpipe from being strangled twice. He counted himself lucky that he hadn't received yet another concussion, no new head trauma meant that at least his migraines weren't getting worse.

But it didn't mean that they had gotten any easier. It was getting harder and harder for him to hide his migraines, or at least the severity of them, from the others, as the group had drawn in closer than ever, spending time together multiple times a week. Eddie figured it out early on, after Steve cancelled on another hangout.

He drove over to Steve's, letting himself in with the spare key when his knocking wasn't answered for nearly ten minutes despite Steve's car being parked in the drive.

"Steve?" He called, hearing a pained whimper from upstairs in response.

Steve didn't want anyone to see him deep in the throes of a migraine, at least not anyone that hadn't already experienced him with a migraine. But he wasn't in a position to turn anyone away, barely able to move, unable to get his mind and voice to cooperate enough to string more than two words together, his vision blurred in both eyes. He didn't even react when Eddie came into his room.

"Oh, Stevie," Eddie whispered.

Eddie easily fell into caring for Steve, cleaning out the bucket by the bed, replacing empty water bottles with fresh ones. Once he'd done the basic chores, he joined Steve on the bed, alternating between rubbing his back and gently tracing his fingers through his hair until Steve fell asleep.

Once Steve woke up, the pain of the migraine had mostly lifted, leaving behind the dizziness. He was coherent enough to be able to hold more of a conversation.

"Eds?" He mumbled, his throat a little dry.

"Hey, Stevie. How're you feeling now?" Eddie asked, keeping his voice quiet.

"Better. Dizzy, though." Steve burrowed into Eddie's side a little.

"Was it a migraine?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"My mom used to get them. I don't think they were as bad as that one looked for you. But I just did what used to help her."

"It felt nice." Steve hummed.

"Good. Do you, like, get them a lot?" Eddie asked hesitantly.

Steve froze for a moment, before dropping into the explanation of them being genetic, and getting worse with each round of concussions. How different people had reacted, how his mother looked after him, often going too far, how Tommy had tried once upon a time, how Nancy never believed him, how Hopper started to help, and Robin coming in and doing her best, alongside her parents when his weren't home.

Eddie vowed that he would be there to support Steve through as many migraines as he could.

It wasn't long after Eddie witnessed Steve's migraines for the first time when they got together. There'd been something building between them for some time, but the care Eddie showed during the migraine was the final push for Steve. It had been a sticking point for him in dating for so long, since Nancy, not wanting someone who refused to believe him when he had to cancel due to a migraine.

And it wasn't too long after that when everyone else found out about Steve's migraines. He was due to be hosting a movie night, as he had the biggest house, and his parents were travelling out of Hawkins more than ever, but had to cancel just a few minutes before everyone was going to arrive as a result of a sudden onset of a migraine.

Robin and Eddie had been there early to help him set up, and witnessed the quick onset of it. He didn't make it to any of the downstairs bathrooms, throwing up repeatedly on the floor before he was able to. He shut himself in his mom's room, not wanting to try and get upstairs, leaving Eddie and Robin to deal with everything else. Eddie set to cleaning up the mess on the floor, Robin taking the duty of turning everyone away. She'd tried to call the others as soon as she noticed the migraine hitting Steve, but all of them had already left. She waited by the door, not wanting anyone to barge in and start being loud enough to disturb Steve. She gave the excuse of Steve suddenly getting sick without enough time for them to call, not giving the details as she knew Steve wouldn't want her to. There were a number of complaints, but she was able to get everyone to leave without too much of a fuss.

But he had to explain it at the next gathering. The kids basically confronted him about his constant cancelling, getting backed up by Nancy.

"I'm surprised he hasn't tried blaming a headache. He used to pull that all the time when we were dating." Nancy said.

"Jesus christ, Nancy. How many times did I have to explain it to you that they weren't just headaches? I get migraines." Steve snapped, then suddenly realizing that he'd said it in front of everyone.

"Yeah. That's the same excuse you always used. Cancelling on me because you had a headache, using a fancy word for it doesn't change what they are."

"Migraines are totally different to just a headache. Let me guess, you've never seen him while he was experiencing one?" Eddie asked.

"No, but they can't be that much of a big deal." Nancy scoffed.

"I puke. A lot. And it's the worst pain imaginable. Way more painful than getting chewed on by those demobats. I would take a thousand hangovers over one migraine. I can't eat or drink or take anything for the pain because it just comes back up. Opening my eyes gets nearly impossible if there is any amount of light, and speaking becomes physically painful. I can't do anything when I have one other than try to sleep it off. And once the pain is gone, I get so dizzy I can't move." Steve explained.

"You're over-exaggerating it," Nancy replied, rolling her eyes. "You don't need to be so dramatic."

"He's really not? I've seen a couple and they're bad." Hopper pointed out.

"If anything, he's underselling how bad they get. Just accept that you were wrong, and move on." Robin added, glaring daggers at Nancy.

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" Nancy huffed.

"You could have just listened to me. I explained this repeatedly when we were together, and you never believed me. You could have come over after school to see how I was, or even called to check on me. When we were friends, Tommy would drop by if I ever missed school, especially if my parents weren't home, to make sure I was okay or if I needed anything. But all I got from you was you being bitchy and cold to me over it when I next saw you. As if it was my fault."

Nancy didn't respond, instead turning and leaving the room.

"So, these migraines." Dustin was the first to break the silence. "How can we help?"

In this, I believe that Steve's mom isn't great and is kinda distant most of the time, but she almost goes overboard with affection and care when Steve has a migraine because she blames herself for his suffering, as it was passed down through her family. Also, my characterisation of Nancy comes from how dismissive she was of Steve in s2, over his concerns about what could happen if Barb's parents found out the truth, and with the fight in the alley where she wouldn't take responsibility for what she said the night before. Also, the attitude she got over Steve wanting to cancel on dinner with Barb's parents. And her 'my way or the highway' attitude that comes across multiple times in the show. This was supposed to be a quick and easy fic to get out while I worked on my other fics, but I had a migraine flare-up that lasted nearly a week. And now we have hot weather in the UK which seems to be easing the symptoms of my other chronic illnesses, so writing is taking a little bit of a backseat while I take advantage of feeling the best I've felt in like a year and getting all the shit done that I've not had the energy to do for so long.

#steve harrington #tommy hagan #robin buckley #eddie munson #steddie fic #stranger things fic #sickfic #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #atimeofyourwrites

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