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i wasn't immune to the ineffable husbands

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#stranger things #steve harrington #fanfic poll #which should I post

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El being wholesome with Steve. El being wholesome with Steve. The weird sibling duo we didn’t know we needed. I need more of it. I might do it….no I’ve done enough of them…

Okay, okay. But just picture this:

The kids trying to embarrass Steve all the time with photos and stories to Eddie, but El ruins it every.single.time. because she is so unbelievably wholesome when it comes to Steve.

Here is everyone pulling out scoops photos (which Eddie actually loves thank you very much) and sharing stories about his failed dates. Dustin tells Eddie specifically about the time he was teaching Lucas basketball and Lucas threw the ball too hard at the backboard and hit Steve in the face.

So they are all poking fun at Steve in his and Robin’s apartment (because in every universe these platonic soulmates live together) and there is just El who randomly chimes in:

“Steve took me to this thing called a ren faire once. It was very fun. We both looked really pretty.”

Eddie absolutely melts at the story and gushes over the photos she has.

And everyone gets quiet every time, because no one wants to criticize El, but one time Max gently goes, “You know that’s like….nice right? We’re making fun of him.”

Everyone one expects her to being embarrassed or confused but instead she simple says.

“I know. I don’t like it. Steve’s nice.”

And she embarrasses everyone, except Robin and Eddie who are the only ones Steve never gets upset with when they make fun of him. They all mumble out apologies, and Steve turns to Dustin and goes:

“This is why she gets a special section in the freezer. All different flavors of eggos.”

El’s eyes get wide. “Even the blueberry ones?”

Steve gives her hair a tousle, “Especially the blueberry ones.”

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Eddie Munson likes to perch on things like a feral crow

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🥺❤.

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Okay to reblog to help sample size!f

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Eddie and Robin taking Steve as their 'token golden retriever straight friend' to a queer bar in indy only it has a rodeo bull and subsequently Steve ends up going home with literally almost every single phone number in that place cause

"I got an uncle with a ranch over in Texas, didnt I tell you that Robbie?"

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and what about the band geeks adopting Steve bc of Robin?

what about how all of them collectively deciding to adopt him bc Robin sort of announced him as her best friend like she was showing off a new puppy and he looked excited to just be there with her?

what if he's the one who can get anything done in seconds bc he has this new lil network of people who see him as their lil guy? and Steve never taking any of their offers bc he'd rather use it as an excuse to hang out more with Robin?

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id : a rendered digital painting of robin buckley with cream angel wings. she looks like shes walking to the right and looking to the left, over her shoulder. she is wearing a big grey suit jacket with golden epaulettes and swirls and dagger embroidery, a flowy shirt, and a heavily decorated golden chest armour. some feathers and stars are floating around on a tiled background in multiple colors./end id

honestly i saw these pictures of maya hawke and i felt compelled. she wears the angel look so well i just like to make things fancy

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Honey Alive

Summary: Steve asks for the convertible when hush money is being negotiated after the Battle of Starcourt. He gets a little more than expected when the car moves on its own while engineless.

Authors Note: My need to write chaos has been filled for now. This was the winning ship of my crack ship poll and honestly kinda fun to write

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Steve knew cars, and he loved them. Of course he had a good one, and his parents scoffed at the idea of ever letting him be the one to work on his beamer, but he learnt how, often did small maintenance when they weren’t in town and he could get the car out of view of the neighbours.

Now he was going to use everything he’d learnt and more, because the car Hop had given him to get the kids to Cerberus was not going to scrap under his watch.

It should, seriously, definitely should be scraped and destroyed after being driven full speed into Billy’s car, but no way was Steve letting that happen to such a gem of a car. He was going to repair it and keep it, no matter how odd the looks he got from the agents negotiating hush deals were when he requested it alongside the pay out.

Besides, it’s a 1984 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz Convertible. Steve would be insane to not at least have a go repairing such a beautiful car.

And the car even wanted him to repair it, to work on it.

That did surprise Steve, enough to almost attack with his nail bat when the car rolled after him but stopped once he turned back to it. Cars aren’t meant to move on their own, and there was no way this one should be moving since he’d already asked for the engine to be removed and taken by a local garage to check for any damage and have that repaired separately.

Steve might have some confidence in his ability to repair most of the car, but the engine was not something he’s going to chance doing wrong, especially since getting it wrong could plausibly cause the car to explode.

So when the Eldorado followed his steps it understandably convinced him that weird shit was happening again and they weren’t getting even a few months before fighting for their lives again.

But when the others got there, nothing. Nobody else got the car to react no matter what they tried, and even Steve couldn’t with them there. They checked in every way they could that it wasn’t haunted or following him still and it remained as motionless as a car without a driver should until everyone else had left again.

Then it followed Steve closer to his tool box again, light somehow flashing when he went to remove the bonnet to start smoothing it out.

He decided then to just assume some of the weird shit from the mall had passed over to the car and as long as nothing deadly began happening he’d continue repairing it. Frankly with a car that wanted to be fixed and his willingness to look up car manuals meant it went easily.

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“That’s not a BMW part. You’re going to break your car, King Steve.” The drawl made Steve jump where he was checking the part he’d found matched the part name on his list and there was the schools dealer leaning against a shelf judging him.

“Good thing it’s not for my car then. This is what I need to fix the baby I’ve got to repair now up.” He rolled his eyes, holding it up and nodding, turning to head off since he wanted to get the Eldorado repaired as soon as he could.

Eddie didn’t let him leave, following curiously. “Oh, Has daddy’s money run dry so you have to get broken second hand cars instead of buying new?”

“I’d assume not, but if you see him please say it’s been 5 months and his lectures aren’t reaching me.” Steve huffed.

“Are you trying to tell me not to ask more? Cause I’m going to ask more.” Eddie laughed, keeping pace as he headed down another aisle, checking his list for the other part he knew needed replacing.

As he glanced over to Eddie, Steve shrugged. “Brought a haunted wreck from the mall ruins. Trying to get it moving without ghostly presence now.”

“Can I use that in a campaign? You sound like a DnD NPC.”

“Knock yourself out, I guess. As long as you don’t expect me to turn up and play the character myself.” Steve side-eyed him, but dismissed the bizarre sentence as Eddie dashes off, excited in a way he hadn’t expected, only yelling a goodbye over his shoulder.

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“Steve, can we please do something else?” Robin whined from the corner of the garage she’d made him put a sofa. “Or at least play some music while I work on your resume?”

“Sure, sure. I just need to get Honey’s engine reconnected then I can put the bodywork back on. If you can hear music over that then go ahead.” He agreed absently, head buried into the car, tightening a few connections.

Robin gave him a weird look that went unseen. “I’m beginning to think you’re dating that car.” She remarked.

“Eh, Pretty sure it’s alive so might need to check with Honey whether that’s the case.” He called back, stretching his back as he stood up and blinking when the car lights flashed again. “You saw that didn’t you?”

“Yup. I think your car just replied.” She stated sounding stunned.

Steve nodded slowly, “Okay, known it to do that before but never with anyone else around.”

“I remember. Thought you were having a weird trauma reaction and Joyce seriously considered getting Murray to confiscate the car for your healing.” Robin agreed. “Why is it doing anything though?”

“It wants to be repaired.” Steve muttered, thinking out loud from the times the car had reacted. “And wants to stay yellow as it literally reversed when I thought about changing the colour. Doesn’t mind if I get a different colour leather for the seats though. Not sure Honey’s views on dating me though. Can you flash once if you want to or twice if you don’t?”

The cars lights flashed once.

Steve looked over his shoulder to share a look with Robin. “How the fuck do I date a car?”

“Don’t know, but please don’t tell me repairing or mechanical work on it counts as sex for a car. I’m not going to stay if it’s voyeuristic.” She replied, words spilling as one idea came into her head. Thankfully two flashes of lights stopped her from going into a full ramble.

Decidedly not thinking on that more, Steve had another thought that got him snickering. “I don’t think Dustin meant cars when he said I could get all the girls and more if I helped investigate that Russian message.”

That got Robin giggling along with him for a while before he returned to working on repairing his new partner.

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“Okay, Honey. I think that’s you as repaired as you’re going to get.” Steve said, patting the hood of the car happily.

Today Robin had chosen to stay home, knowing how close to finishing the repairs Steve was and having learnt that Honey had times when it preferred to be alone with Steve. She guessed that once the repair was done he’d get taken somewhere on the first drive so made him promise to keep a walkie in his car just in case.

The car’s lights slowly came on then off as if imitating eyes blinking open. It reversed and manoeuvred around until the drivers door was beside Steve which popped open when it was stationary.

“Okay Honey, you take me somewhere nice, okay?” He chuckled, climbing in and belting up but doing nothing to start driving except inserting the keys.

This wasn’t like any relationship he’d ever imagined, and frankly wondered how anyone would imagine it, but he was definitely enjoying the adventure of it and how seemingly safe it was.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #Steve / S3 Convertible #crack #crack ship #how do you date a car? #mechanic Steve Harrington

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Happy Death of the Endless Appreciation Week!

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and somehow the random last minute thought I had wins. I'll have a go writing that tomorrow, probably.

at least one of the others will get written at some point in the future, don't worry

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The Corroded Coffin used to think they'd be the new Metallica or Judas Priest. But where their passion and hard work never lacked, their big break just never came.

What did come, however, was an unexpected change of their career path.

It started innocently enough - they went through yet another failed meeting with recording studios, they'd travelled pretty far and it was for nothing. Instead of going back to Hawkins and risking another one or Eddie's road rages, they decided to break into an abandoned house and drink their sorrows away.

That is, until their empty bottles started collecting themselves, something invisible touched Gareth's shoulder and the dusty floor started showing written messages.

Jeff wanted to flee. Gareth to faint. But Eddie and Freak just shrugged. Eddie gestured towards the approximate ghost location and said "by the power of I don't give a shit anymore, I compel you to sit down and stop it, we'll clean the bottles when we leave tomorrow."

The rattling stopped. There was a moment of silence when the Corroded Coffin actually thought it had worked, but then the ghost overcame its shock and physically threw Eddie, his bandmates and their things out.

They sat on the wet grass for a while and contemplated their whole exitence. Eddie was pretty shaken about the whole thing because he'd just managed to royally piss off a ghost and lived to tell the tale. But apart from absolutely terrifying...it was also fun?

And his friends seemed to think the same. Jeff patted his shoulder and said: "not bad for a first touch with the unknown, huh?"

They stayed in the area and tried again. They decided to tape over their promotional video - not so great, they had to admit after rewatching it - and started documenting their ghostly encounters. And maybe it was just the timing, maybe it was their interactions and personalities, but it worked. They showed some of their tapes to a local TV station and they got a cautious yes, more than they ever had with their music.

They got assigned a small crew, Fred with a camera and Chrissy for sound, wrote their own episodes and did plenty of research. And they got to try quite a lot of different approaches with their ghostly friends. Eddie was amazing at taunting the ghosts, making them appear if there were any present. Gareth had a wonderfully calming presence, managing to save the CC's ass several times. Jeff was the brains, he made sure they'd always know the history of the house and the probable identity of the ghost. And Freak decided to dabble in the occult sciences with a terrifying precision. There could never be enough salt in Eddie's van for all the circles he made.

It all went well until they learned of the Creel House in Hawkins. They went there, did their research and before entering the house, they ordered some pizza for dinner. They assumed it would be over by midnight, thinking it was just another sad story of an unresolved murder, but the ghost of Henry Creel was out for blood.

Oh, and he also controlled the spiders of the house. That was new.

To set the scene: The crew had fled the house about an hour ago. Eddie was crouching behind an old table, blocking Henry's barrage of kitchen knives, shouting "IS THIS THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?!". Gareth was behind the table with Eddie, but he went more into the wailing territory with "I DON'T THINK THIS WILL HELP YOU MOVE ON, HENRY!". Jeff had blocked himself in the pantry and kept trying to identify the triggering moment - "I think he's re-enacting the murder of his mother, guys! Does that help?!" (it doesn't). And Freak gave up on salt circles and is now tossing handfuls at salt around the house with a questionable technique but unwavering determination.

Suddenly, a carn horn.

Then, a bitchy male voice: "Are you coming to get your pizza or what? I have other customers to get to!"

Eddie gritted his teeth as Henry added heavy pans to the mix and hit his shoulder. "We're a little busy surviving here! Ask Chrissy to pay you!"

There was a muffled and annoyed "ugh" from behind the door and then: "Is it Henry again?"

Eddie just blinked. Gareth was more ready to answer: "Sure is! He's not a fan of our exorcism!"

And the pizza guy didn't leave. He just huffed and said something that sounded suspiciously like "amateurs".

Eddie wanted to punch him.

But before he could do that, the front door opened. Gareth held his breath, half expecting a sound of knives hitting its target.

Instead, they heard a few more steps and then: "What the fuck, Henry?!"

A faint whispering reached their ears, but they couldn't decipher it. But the pizza guy could.

"I don't care they didn't get your permission, Henry. Yeah, it's annoying, but what are you going to do? If more people die in this house, it's going to get demolished. You know that. Yeah, I know the house is old, but it's great for your spiders, right? They'd be homeless. Do you want to make your spiders homeless, Henry?"

They dared to peek from behind the table, and Eddie had to pinch himself. Because in the middle of the dusty dining room stood one of the prettiest young men Eddie had ever seen, hands on hips and arguing with something invisible.

The man completely ignored them.

"That's what I thought. Now, apologize. Yes, they can't hear you, so get creative."

All four CC members stared as words formed in the spilled salt: "SORRY".

The pizza guy smiled, pleased. "Good job, Henry. Now, let me get them out of here and I promise I'll get the Party to bring you some new spiders when they capture them outside, yeah? Three knocks, slide them in a glass behind the door. Got it. Take care, Henry."

Only then did he look at Eddie and the others and frowned. "That's your cue to leave. Get your stuff and go, now." And as they were quickly collecting their scattered notes and recording equipment, he added: "and say goodbye when leaving. Don't be rude."

Four rushed "Bye, Henry!" and "Sorry, Henry"s later, the Corroded Coffin was standing on the grass outside, feeling the setting sun on their skin and smelling fresh pizza. Gareth promptly paid for the delivery, and everyone proceeded to thank their mysterious savior.

"I'm Steve," he said after they'd all expressed their thanks, "and you're stupid. Do you really do this without having anyone who sees and hears them? Do you just stumble blindly into haunted houses for fun and stabby time?"

Eddie had to swallow down a very bitchy response of his own. "Sorry to stroke your ego even more, pretty boy, but a man of your talents is hard to come by."

And Steve, to Eddie's massive shock, just cocked his head and fluffed his hair. "Well, consider yourself lucky because I'm open to job offers," he said with a wink that brought Eddie back into his teenage fantasies. "You need someone like me, and I assume you pay better than pizza delivery. Do you?"

Turns out, their producer was willing to get one more person on board, especially when they finished processing the leftover footage from the Creel house.

Steve was an amazing addition. He was snarky, self-confident, easy to look at and most of all, he was fun and compassionate. Watching him communicate with ghosts of kids and help them move on made Eddie's icy heart melt.

But one day they were on a site of an unfortunate teenage death, Steve was chatting with the ghost of a 17 year old girl like they'd known each other for ages, he was laughing, cracking jokes, and then:

"No, he hasn't kissed me yet."

Eddie turned around on his heel and stared at Steve, snickering to himself and talking to a misty figure next to him. And worst of all, they're both staring right at Eddie.

"Hasn't even asked me out, no. You'd think he'd be interested, but I guess I'm doing something wrong."

And Eddie's head short-circuited, and all the repressed fantasies from nights next to Steve in their trailer came back with vengeance. He howled and threw himself at Steve, kissing him right on that bitchy mouth. "Doing something wrong?! Steven Harrington, those shorts of yours are doing everything right, but how about you say something, huh?!"

Steve returned the kiss to the cheering of the CC guys, Chrissy's clapping and Fred's disgusted noise, and shrugged when they broke apart. "I knew you'd get it, eventually. Oh, and Heather?" he turned to the ghost. "You're the best wingwoman ever, in this life and after."

Four good things came from this ghostly encounter:

After the kiss, Gareth finally gathered enough courage to ask Chrissy out. She said yes.

The episode with Heather became the most watched episode of the CC's show.

Steve and Eddie remained in an equally blissful and teasing relationship for the rest of their lives.

And finally...

The TV station decided to design official merch for the CC's show: incredibly short shorts that said on the backside: "DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT".

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“I’m a human police officer!”

Final painting after 24 hours!

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i forgot to post this

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVIDDD

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#stranger things #crack ships #poll #steve harrington #robin buckley #barb holland