#Steve is there with his stupid pretty dog and catches Eddie’s eye.

[wormdebut]

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG

@hellion-child you did this. Inspired by this legendary post.

‘It’s not illegal to go to the dog park, just to hear hot dads say Good Girl.’

Rating: M CW: overusage of the term daddy and Eddie just being a horny bastard.

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“You know, this is fucking insane, right?” Chrissy laughs while Eddie lounges on the park bench.

Yes. He’s aware.

He and Chrissy don’t even have a dog and yet—

“Chris. Look at all of these great pet parents, taking care of these little doggies. Look at em. Wonderful. Stunning, very normal.”

Chrissy levels him with a glare. Being on the wrong side of a Chrissy glare is a scary thing, but alas his dog park visits are worth it.

“No. Look, listen. You’ve got all of these doggy daddies taking their lovely pups out for runs and walks and what not and then daddy wraps up his run and takes the precious ones to this here dog park. Woof.”

It really was worth it to Eddie, alright? There is nothing wrong with going to a public dog park to maybe hear a hot sweaty man coo at his dog.

‘Good Boy’

‘Precious Girl’

Bark bark bark or whatever.

Would Eddie ever talk to any of them? Absolutely the fuck not, but a man could dream.

He was bummed though because none of the hot guys were out, today.

Damn.

He is busy scanning the area to see if he missed anyone, Chrissy yapping on and on about how they could just get a dog when someone slows their run to chat.

“Hi!” She says. This woman is tall, short hair messed up from running, she’s got a bright ass orange jacket on, and she is most certainly Chrissy’s type. Thats not fucking fair at all, now is it?

Chrissy’s complaining tapers off. “Hey.”

They smile at each other, and this is truly unfair, Eddie thinks. This whole dog park thing was for him and yet.

“I hope you don’t mind, but me and my best friend just moved to the area and honestly, I think you’re pretty so—I just thought I would say hi.” She hardly makes eye contact with Eddie. So it’s clear who she’s talking to.

Like recognizes like, he supposes.

He can respect the straight forwardness of it all. Chrissy is just kinda staring at her so he speaks up. “Well, I’m Eddie and this is Chrissy, and I can confidently say that she also thinks you’re pretty.”

Both woman turn to stare and him, Chrissy with big eyes and the other woman with a smirk. She speaks, “Well, it must be my lucky day.” She turns back to Chrissy, “I’m Robin.”

The two get talking and Eddie is happy for his best friend, he really is, but where are all the hot men?

He’s about ready to call it quits when he sees a fucking god, running with a ridiculously stunning dog.

Hot people own hot dogs, he supposes.

This guy is—fuck. He’s sweaty from running, and his hair is fucking gorgeous, even after activities. Thats a green flag. Eddie is just shocked.

This is the dog daddy of all dog daddies. He’s wearing tiny fucking red shorts that expose thighs for days and—

“Jesus fuckin’—see?” Eddie doesn’t even care that he is interrupting the girls conversation cause this guys is—god damn. “He could slap a collar on me and walk me like a dog.”

Chrissy balks. “Eddie. We are in the company of a new friend. Robin doesn’t deserves this.”

Eddie simply shrugs and Robin laughs, “No. I think it’s hilarious which guy caught your eye?”

Oh, he likes Robin. “I like her. Get her number—“ He smiles big at Chrissy, before gesturing towards the fucking Adonis in tiny little running shorts. “Anywhozle. That one, look at him. On my knees in a second.”

He ignores Chrissy’s eye roll, and watches as Robin takes in the guy, before busting out in a laugh. “Oh my god—Steve?”

Oh shit.

“I—do you—“ Abort mission. Abort abort.

“Oh yeah, remember that best friend I was telling you guys about?”

She is still laughing, and Chrissy joins her before handing Robin her phone.

Eddie feels like he just got bamboozled.

“Chrissy, babe, I’ll text you. Eddie? I’ll see what I can do.” She smiles at them both before running over to ‘Steve’ and his—their?— gorgeous dog.

“No wait I—“ Eddie tries but she’s already over with Steve who is listening intently to what Robin has to say.

Oh god, oh no. Oh god.

Chrissy is just laughing softly into her hand, which turns into full laughter quick because Steve turns to look at them, smiles and winks.

#steddie #worm brain #something something the next time Eddie is at the dog park ALONE because Chrissy is BANNED from joining him #Steve is there with his stupid pretty dog and catches Eddie’s eye. #ends up telling Eddie that Robin told him about a ‘rowdy pup’ that needed discipline or whatever #kinky kinky #puppy play and daddy kink for days #but anyways. #I’m not dead just fucking tired #I’m still here. #Steddie ficlet #bark bark woof woof woof #also confident Robin is a legend and she deserves it #Buckingham #OH ALSO. the dog is a vizsla and her name is maple

[blushweddinggowns]

“Your boyfriend,” Chirssy sighed as she picked through Nancy’s clothes, “Y’know, Steve?”

Robin blinked at her, “You think I’m dating Steve?”

That was a silly question, “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? You guys are all over each other.”

They were. Piggy back rides, cuddling on the couch together, constantly invading each other’s personal space. The only person worse with Steve was Eddie, but Chrissy figured that just came with being best friends for over a decade. She didn’t exactly have a frame of reference for that, considering her first real friends were barely six months old. 

Chrissy just hadn’t expected Robin to burst out laughing. Hard enough to double over.

Robin wiped at her eyes, barely managing to speak through her own cackles, “That’s-oh my god. How have we fucked up this badly?” 

Chrissy could feel a flush creep up her neck, embarrassment kicking in. She hated when she wasn’t in on the joke. It usually meant that it was actually on her,  “Don't be mean.”

“No!” Robin rushed out to say, effortlessly catching on to the look on Chrissy’s face, “No! I-I don’t mean- you’re not stupid! I am. We are. For… reasons. But we aren’t dating.”

That didn’t make any sense. Unless… was Steve leading her on? Was he the type of guy to do that?

Chrissy raised a brow at her, “So what are you doing? The two of you are attached at the hip. Unless he just drives you around everywhere for fun?”

Chrissy could tell Robin was still trying not to laugh. She was failing at it too, obvious as she hid it behind her hand. 

“Stop laughing at me,” Chrissy grumbled. 

“I’m not! I’m just laughing near you,” Robin said quickly. She turned to Steve, “Hey babe, can you come over here for a second?”

He came trotting right over, leaving Eddie to argue with Nancy in his place. He kind of reminded her of a dog, but in a cute way. Like a golden retriever boyfriend. 

Robin wrapped an arm around his shoulder the second he was within reach. She grinned at him, shaking him the slightest bit, “How would you feel about us going out some time?”

Steve stared at her, obviously confused, “Huh?”

“You, me,” Robin went on, “The whole boyfriend girlfriend shtick. What do you say?”

Chrissy didn’t expect to Steve physically cringe, like the idea completely disgusted him, “Ew, no.”

Robin scoffed but she didn’t look very surprised, “Fucking rude.”

“No!” Steve said, raising his hands to placate, “I don’t mean you’re gross! I mean it would be like banging my sister!”

It was Robin’s turn to cringe, “Dude, ew.”

“See!”

Chrissy didn’t understand what was happening. She stared at them, blurting the question out, “You guys aren’t together?”

Robin did a set of jazz hands, “Nope. Absolutely zero attraction between us. See?”

“But why?” Chrissy asked, looking between the two of them, “You both seem so perfect for each other.”

“Hey Eddie,” Steve called, a weird smile on his face, “What do you think? Are Robin and I perfect for each other?”

Suddenly Robin had that same look, “Yeah. He knows Steve better than anybody. Let's have him weigh in.”

Eddie groaned as he came over, clearly eavesdropping the entire time. He left Nancy to dig around her closet, walking up next to Steve with a sigh, “Are we really doing this? Really?”

Robin gasped, faking a faint, “Are you implying that I’m not good enough for Steve?”

Steve gasped right along with her, joining in with the dramatics while Chrissy was still lost, “I think he might be.”

“As fun as this little game is,” Eddie sighed, “I think we should just tell her. I’m tired of keeping my hands to myself anyway.”

Steve looked at him, head cocked, “You think so?”

“Why not?”

Steve shrugged, his eyes landing back onto Chrissy. His voice dipped down, more serious then before. He was talking like he was speaking to Eddie, but Eddie wasn’t the one he was staring down as he spoke, “It makes sense. I think the chances of it going badly are pretty low. The alternative wouldn’t be very wise.”

Chrissy was reminded, not for the first time, why she thought Steve was the scarier one of the best friend duo. 

But then Eddie was clamping a hand onto Steve’s shoulder, pulling him closer as he mumbled in his ear, “Put the claws away angel. I highly doubt she's like that. Plus she's been through enough for one day. Don't you think?”

It was actually pretty impressive, how easily a few words had Steve’s face transforming from scarily defensive to pleasantly neutral. It nearly looked like the words made him shiver, “I-you're right. Sorry Chris. I'm just… sensitive about it “

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Chrissy said, completely unable to accept an apology that she didn’t understand, “What is happening?”

And what did Eddie just call him? 

Eddie went on, “Well… we kind of have this thing when we’re in a near death experience. Or at least adjacent to it. Where we, well, kind of let loose? So we might as well warn you about what you’re going to see beforehand.”

Chrissy stared as Steve leaned further into him, nearly too close. No, definitely too close. He was basically nuzzling the side of Eddie’s face as he spoke, “You’re making it sound like we’re going to commit public indecency in front of her. And I’m the one who needs to calm down?”

Chrissy still didn’t get it. But her brain was still trying to work it out, fitting the weird pieces together. The way they were leaning into each other. The fact that Steve, for some bizarre reason didn’t want the best girl in the country, despite the fact that Robin was right there. How Eddie was instantly able to calm him down. 

Angel.

Oh. 

Oh. 

OH. 

“Uh, you okay there Chris?” Eddie asked, watching right at the realization hit her.

She was not okay. Not because of Eddie and Steve, but because this meant Robin was single. And she had been the entire damn time. 

Chrissy shook herself out of the stupid thought, just because she wasn’t taken didn’t mean she had a chance-

“Yeah, we’re kind of the queer trio over here,” Robin added, effortlessly grinding Chrissy’s train of thought back to a halt, “I um, probably should have told you sooner but piggybacking on their coming out seems appropriate.”

Nancy snorted, her outfit choices formalized as she walked over, “If you’re the queer trio what does that make me? The straight fourth wheel?”

They were all talking about it so casually. Like the thing that has plagued Chrissy’s mind for years, filling her with guilt and doubt, didn’t matter. It was normal, it was fine, and Robin liked girls.

She was pretty sure she was going to faint. But before she could her mouth was opening, “That’s- I - Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

Her voice came out more forceful than she expected. Though in her defense, she just found out that she had a real shot with her best friend the same day her life was in danger. She was feeling frazzled, but she corrected herself when she was met with silence, “I-I’m fine with it! Really! I j-just wish I had known.”

Nancy looked at her sympathetically, “Did you have a crush on one of them too? I get it, Steve got me the first time we started getting close. But I promise it’s not that hard to get over it.”

“No!” Chrissy said quickly, again with too much force, “I’m just surprised. T-That’s it. Everything’s fine.”

“Think you got the wrong category there Nance,” Steve mumbled under his breathe, yelping when Robin pinched his arm with a sharp glare. 

“Ignore him,” Robin said with a sad smile, “He doesn’t get everyone doesn’t have the gay gene.”

Chrissy nodded, her eyes trailing the flush that was going up Robin’s neck. Suddenly her mouth felt dry, the urge to correct her coming out full force. She shouldn’t tell them, right? It was wrong, it was bad, it didn't make sense. Because she knew they weren’t wrong. They weren’t bad. And Chrissy was so, so, tired of other people’s words invading her own thoughts. 

Nancy was laying the clothes out, the only one capable of getting everyone back on task, “Since it looks like neither of you were actually looking. I picked these out for you-”

“I have it,” Chrissy blurted out, her eyes still on the clothes on the bed. She refused to look up for any of their reactions, “The um, what you guys were talking about earlier. Me too. And I like the blue skirt.”

Nancy was the only one who didn’t miss a beat, “Ah, so now there’s four. Good for you. And I agree with the skirt, it will make you look a little taller with the heels and the elongation. We can get you to pass for a college student for sure. Robin, what do you think about the pink?”

from the next chapter of this fic

#steddie #steddie fic #buckingham fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #steddie childhood friends au #the universe trapped in your skin #preview #im trying y'all #queued

[viviseawrites]

you know those words you read but never hear so you make up the way they sound based on how you read them? (for instance, stobin, apparently.) have a pre-season 4 pre-relationship steddie thread about one such word:

steve and eddie don’t exactly hang out, but they get along for the kids’ sake. steve waves from his car when he picks the boys up after hellfire; eddie gives steve a nod when he passes in front of family video to meet dustin at the arcade.

slowly, they graduate to the bare bones of conversation:

“hey.”

“how’s it going?”

“can’t complain. you?”

“same here.”

“yeah. alright, see ya around.”

it changes when dustin invites both of them to his birthday party. steve shows up with robin, and eddie shows up alone, intending to say his hellos and bail. but they get trapped at the snack table by mrs. henderson.

claudia thanks them both profusely for watching out for the kids. they side-eye each other, both embarrassed and simultaneously proud, both a little skeptical even as they try to placate her.

“it’s nothing, mrs. henderson. he’s a good kid.”

“yeah, of course, claudia. it’s not a big deal.”

“no, no, you’ve both done so much!” she insists, pulling them each into a warm hug.

she toddles off after a while to take pictures, and they awkwardly glance at each other until finally eddie breaks the silence. “so, what’s she so grateful to you for?”

steve shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets. “dustin’s been through some stuff. honestly, i was just kinda there for most of it, but she refuses to believe that.”

“hmm,” eddie says. they fall quiet again, but eddie’s still thinking about it, his plans for leaving forgotten in favor of curiosity. because that feels like a half-truth. “i mean,” he says, catching steve’s eye, “henderson talks you up a lot himself.”

steve looks startled, a flush rising in his cheeks. he scrubs his fingers through his hair, glancing away. “oh.”

“yeah. soooo… what gives? what did steeeeve harrington do to impress the dorkiest, nerdiest kid i’ve ever known?”

steve snorts, then realizes he can’t actually explain. “uh.” he scans the room for robin, hoping she can bail him out, but she and max are kicking a soccer ball at the boys while they yell about it. fuck. hopefully dustin catches onto the lie if eddie ever asks him about it. “a couple years ago, i tried to help dustin find his missing cat, and we got cornered by a… pack of… uh, feral dogs? and—”

eddie snorts and quickly covers his mouth with his hand. steve stares at him. eddie flails a little, helpless, and finally says, “sorry, it’s just. did you say FEARAL?”

steve blinks. “yeah, like wild?”

“it’s feral,” eddie says.

steve thinks about it, then shakes his head. he’s pretty sure about it. “nah, because they’re so crazy they strike fear into you, right? so it sounds like fearal?”

now eddie has to think about it, because that kind of makes sense in a weird way. but no. “yeah, dude, it’s feral, like the fair. so, feral dogs.”

“huh.” he considers this, then shakes his head and crosses his arms like he’s disappointed. “well, that’s stupid,” steve mutters. “fearal sounds better than fairal.”

eddie feels a flash of fondness, against his will. he grins and hides it behind a strand of hair. god, is steve harrington, a douchey but hot ex-jock babysitter, actually cute? the world is so unfair.

he decides then and there to start having real conversations with steve whenever he can, just to see what other adorable slip-ups he might make. because ohhh yeah. eddie is screwed.

#vivisea writes #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i definitely don't pronounce it fearal. anymore. #fun fact: my mom once said penelope as 'pen-eh-lope' #as in rhyming with cantaloupe #so it runs in the family i guess #stranger things #originally a twitter thread

[ladykailitha]

The Eddie Munson Guide to Dating an Oblivious Jock Part 2

LOL! I am loving the reactions for this. This is going to be part fun, with a little a seriousness, because Steve does have to be built up a bit.

Part 1

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Step Three and Four: Getting your crush alone and Building Their Self-Esteem

This next two are interchangeable depending on your jock. If you think building their confidence is needed before you get them alone, you’ll need to do that first. But you if think that getting them away from their peer group first is essential to building their confidence; get them alone first.

“I think with Lucas,” Max said, “I would need to get him alone first. Because I don’t think he realizes how much they look down on him.”

Eddie nodded. “I did the opposite way with Steve. I needed build his confidence in front of everyone else, so that they would stop picking on his intelligence.”

Max nodded. She had been there for a couple of those smack downs. And she approved.

Now that you’ve established a shared interest, you’ll want to get them alone with you as often as possible. It’s harder to make moves on oblivious jockus, when there are others around to block you, make fun of your attempts, or even catch on to what your doing. Because if they figure it out before the jock, then they’ll tell him and ruin your plans. You want him to come to you all on his own and not because his friends told him to.

But as I said, I had to build his confidence first.

“Look, I know what a gorgon is,” Steve complained. “And I know what a demogorgon is. But what you just said right now, the gelatinous cube thing? That sounds like something I did at a rager.”

“Can you not talk about your slutty past while we’re talking about D&D, please?” Dustin asked, rolling his eyes.

Steve threw his arms in the air. “I’m not! I’m just saying it sounds stupid.”

“It’s not stupid!” Mike cried. “It nearly ate me. And it destroyed my shield. And and part of my armor!”

“This isn’t real life, man,” Lucas said. “I know we’ve gone up against some pretty heinous shit, but in the game world it’s pretty scary.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth and he grinned that closed mouth grin that made him look condescending. Steve raised an eyebrow, fully expecting Eddie to join in on the dog piling.

“It’s pretty lame, guys,” Eddie said, kicking back and putting his feet up on the table, interlocking his fingers behind his head. “In fact it was pretty pathetic you got caught in it all.”

Steve pointed to Eddie. “See?”

Eddie grinned. “I was bored. And we weren’t really moving forward in the campaign so I threw it at you to see what you would do. And Mike pretty much tripped and fell into it.”

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas all winced.

“And Steve is allowed an opinion,” Eddie growled. “Even to an outsider, a gelatinous cube sounds lame. Now everyone apologize to Steve.”

The three boys looked at each other in shame and they mumbled their apologies.

Steve straightened up.

Once you start building up his esteem, give your jock opportunities to show off his intelligence.

Steve was waiting for Eddie to divvy up gold and experience. He frowned at all the stats they were rattling off.

“How do you keep track of all this stuff?” he asked.

“Well,” Mike said with a sneer, “if you weren’t so slow...”

“Hey,” Will defended. “You try remembering all that stuff with three concussions.”

Eddie just shook his head. “It’s not about intelligence, Steve. It’s about interest.”

Dustin frowned. “No it’s not.”

“I can prove it,” Eddie replied. Steve had his hands on his hips, his mouth a firm line. “Hey, Steve whose team is arguably the best in the NBA?”

Steve’s frown deepened, but he starting talking about who had the best defense and whose offense was superior before landing on a specific team.

All four boys stared at him in shock.

“Now who understood that?” Eddie asked, gleefully rubbing his hands together.

Lucas raised a tentative hand.

Eddie nodded. “Because you’re interested, right?”

The boy nodded.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie called again, this time Steve looked a little less leery. “Who do you think will win the World Series this year? Not your favorite team, but the best one overall.”

Steve’s eyes lit up. And he rambled on for about five minutes explaining who had the best chances of going all the way.

Again all mouths remained slack jawed and all eyes remained wide open.

Eddie grinned. “Now who understood that?”

Will raised his hand. “A little. My dad used to watch baseball.”

Mike nodded. “I understood that a little bit more than I did the basketball.”

“That’s because someone you know would watch it all the time,” Eddie said, “that you kinda pick up a little bit. But you wouldn’t be able to rattle off those stats yourself, right?” He leaned forward, putting his hands on the table.

Mike and Will shook their heads.

“It’s just like I can name all of Metalica’s albums or my five classes in D&D,” Eddie continued. “Steve isn’t slow or stupid. He just has different interests. And it’s not as though you had all that D&D stuff memorized when you first started. And I bet Steve didn’t either, but years of watching and playing gave him that knowledge.”

“How did you know Steve could do that?” Dustin asked.

Eddie laughed. “He and my Uncle Wayne get together on the weekends when I’m practicing with my band to watch sports. They are often argue stats.”

Steve stared at him in shock and then blushed. “I didn’t realize you were about paying attention.”

Eddie just smiled.

Once you’ve given him chances to show off his smarts, make sure you shut down further attempts from his friends to insult his intelligence.

Steve was cleaning up after movie night with the help of Eddie and some very reluctant gremlins.

“You guys made the mess,” Steve insisted. “You get to clean up. Except Max, who, you know, is still using crutches?”

Max smiled up from the couch. “I get to supervise!”

Steve laughed. “Which you won’t use to lord over us at all...” he said sarcastically.

She just grinned bigger.

Steve started by handing out assignments. Lucas was on garbage duty, Will and El were on dishes (the only two Steve trusted not to break anything), Dustin was on vacuum duty, and Mike was wiping down counters.

Mike rolled his eyes. “This isn’t a sport, Steve. Just tell us to clean up and we’ll do it.”

Eddie paused from where he was putting away the food in the fridge. “No you won’t.”

Dustin frowned. “What? Yes we will.”

Eddie scoffed harder. “No, you won’t. As evidenced by how you guys clean up after D&D.”

Lucas stopped picking up the garbage. “We help.”

“You do,” Eddie agreed. “Will, too. But Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum here,” he pointed to Dustin and Mike, “will sit on their asses and chat about the campaign, while the rest of us clean up.”

Dustin and Mike opened their mouths to argue, but Eddie leveled a glare at them and they closed them again.

“Besides,” Will said, “there’s nothing wrong with everyone being assigned a task. It gets everything done quicker so we can all go home.”

Steve smirked. “And order isn’t just about sports. Even you guys have an order in your game, right? Initiative, right?”

“But that’s different,” Mike whined.

Eddie grinned. “You remembered!”

The boys paused and then turned to Steve with open mouths.

“I told you guys it was about interest,” Eddie said. “Right, Steve?”

Steve grinned. “Right, Eds.”

“I still can’t believe he missed the fact that you paid attention to his interests,” Max said, rolling her eyes.

Eddie shrugged. “I think he was impressed, but didn’t want to get his hopes up.”

“I mean Steve gives as good as he gets most of the time,” Max said, “but even I didn’t realize what a number they’ve done on his self-esteem until you started calling it out.”

Eddie shrugged. “I don’t think anyone realized it was affecting him. Because like you said, he can bitch with the best of them.”

“It’s some times the questions are dumb,” she said, a bit defensively.

“You talking about the vampire/Vecna comment?” Eddie asked.

She blushed. “That’s one of them, yeah.”

“Is it really that outrageous that the Upside Down might have vampires?”

She paused and thought about it. She huffed a laugh. “No I suppose not.”

Getting your jock alone. Depending on their friend group this can either be very easy (offering to do something together that the rest of the friends don’t want to do) or very difficult (having friends that are willing to go outside their comfort zone to spend time with them).

“Steve must have been a hard one to get alone,” Max said.

“Very,” Eddie agreed. “And it wasn’t just people wanting to hang out with him, it was someone or several someones wanting rides. So I had to get get creative.”

Steve showed up the government funded house with Robin in tow.

“Buckley,” he greeted warmly. “I didn’t realize you were coming, too. I only got stuff for two of us.”

Steve blushed. “We looked up the movie at work and she thought it sounded interesting. I guess I should have called before we came over.”

Robin on the other hand looked unapologetic. “It’s fine, I brought my own goodies!” She held up a bag of Twizzlers and a bottle of soda.

Eddie sighed and let them both in. He put in the movie and sat in the middle of the sofa, forcing Robin and Steve to sit on either side.

“Why do you get the middle?” Robin asked.

“My house, therefore I get the best seat,” Eddie said smugly.

Steve looked around him to look at Robin in the eye. “He’s got a point, Robs. Plus, we did surprise him with your presence.”

Robin rolled her eyes and settled into watch the movie.

Eddie had seen it before so there weren’t even anything so much as a thrill, but Robin had her hands in front of her face, fingers spread so that she close them in a hurry if she needed to.

What Eddie loved was when Steve jumped twice. Because each time he jumped, he got closer to Eddie. By the time the ominous warning came at the end he was practically glued to Eddie’s side.

“Nope, nope, nope...” Robin said. “Never again. I don’t even like old horror, I’ve decided.”

Eddie shrugged. “I mean I was assuming that Steve and I were going to watch it together and he was going to preview it for you. Like he usually does.”

Robin’s jaw dropped as she looked at a smug Eddie and a Steve that had “I told you so” written all over his face. It wasn’t mocking or cruel.

She crumpled. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have crashed your movie night. It was mean and apparently stupid. I won’t be doing that again, that’s for sure.”

“How the hell did Steve not recognize his own moves when thrown directly in his face?” Max asked, rolling her eyes.

“Obliviousness is their best trait after all,” Eddie teased. But the smile slid from his face. “With Steve?”

“Yes,” she said, realizing he was about to drop something deep about the boy she considered her brother.

“I think it’s because in all the time he’s dated, he’s never once been the one that got taken care of,” he murmured. “He’s had to shoulder all the emotional burden. So cuddling up on the sofa watching a scary movie didn’t register because he’s always watched those kind of movies alone first and never had someone to lean on when he got frightened.”

“That sucks,” she deadpanned. “I’m glad he has you, Eddie.”

“Me too,” he said softly. “Me too.”  

Now that you’ve established that there won’t be any further interference from the best friend, set up a regular time to do the activity. That way it becomes a routine that when asked if they’re doing something at that time, they’ll say they have plans.

“Come on, Steve,” Dustin said. “We want to go to the arcade today, they’re having a two-for-one special on pizza when you buy a game pass.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I told you have plans. Ask someone else.”

Dustin let out an exasperated sigh. “We did. We asked Eddie, but he has plans, too!”

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“You know, we call our jocks oblivious,” Max said, “but their friends can certainly be dense fuckers too.”

Eddie laughed. “I know, right?”

She shook her head. “Who did they think you had plans with?”

Eddie shrugged. “My bandmates would be my guess.”

“But then you would have said that,” she said exasperated. “Who did they think Steve had plans with?”

Eddie laughed.

“Robin will be fine if you don’t spend every waking moment with her,” Dustin continued, rolling his eyes. “When was the last time you went to the arcade with us?”

Steve’s other eyebrow shot up. “Last week, dude. And the week before that. I have plans. Both Mike and Will have siblings that drive. Hell, now that Argyle is back in town, I bet he would love to try out the arcade, he’s never been.”

Dustin looked leery. Steve threw his arms in the air and stormed over to the phone. He pulled the rolodex of party numbers that he kept on the counter closer to him and hit “A”. It went to Argyle’s number and he dialed it.

“Bro!” Argyle greeted.

“Hey, it’s Steve,” he said with a smile.

“My dude,” Argyle said cheerfully. “How can I help you on this fine fine day?”

“Hey, the kids wanted to go to the arcade today,” Steve explained, “But Eddie and I have plans, so I was wondering if you wanted to go. They have a special on pizza today and they wanted in on that.”

“You said the magic word, my dude!” Argyle said. “Pizza is my middle name. I just don’t know where the nugs live.”

“You know where I live, though, right?” Steve asked.

“Of course, man,” Argyle said with a grin. “Biiiig house. Hard to forget.”

Steve laughed. “You can pick Dustin up here and then he can direct you to the other ‘nugs’ houses.”

“Sounds totally awesome, my man!” Argyle said happily. “I’ll there in fifteen.”

Steve hung up and turned to Dustin with a raised eyebrow. “Now was that so difficult?”

Dustin sighed. “No...”

“I remember that!” Max said. “Argyle brought Jonathan and they were way more fun then with Steve because they didn’t try and mother hen us.”

Eddie laughed. “He just gets worried because he’s seen you guys in way too many situations that were literally life or death. It kinda skews things.”

Max clicked her tongue. “That’s fair.” She paused for a moment. “So we’ve established a routine, what’s next?”

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[trensu]

chrissy the vampire slayer

Chrissy screamed. She KNEW taking the shortcut was a bad idea. A cheerleader in the woods after dark by herself? That's the start of at least three different horror movies, she's pretty sure. But Jason had ditched her after winning the game for some victory party with the rest of his basketball buddies and he had been her ride home.

A hulking man pounded after her. Chrissy pushed her legs to run faster, faster. It was a miracle she hadn't tripped over a branch or gotten her foot caught in one of the many hidey-holes the cute little forest critters burrowed into ground. This was a stupid way to die, she berated herself. Jason hadn't even gotten the winning shot in, the dick. It was the upperclassman, Steve Harrington, who did that but Jason was such a suck up that of course he immediately followed Steve to the stupid party like the world's stupidest dog.

How had the man not caught up with her yet? He easily had a foot on her in height. She chanced a look over her shoulder and screamed again as she saw he was still determinedly chasing her.

She broke into a clearing. Except it wasn't a clearing, it was a graveyard because why not make it easier for the creep to hide her body after murdering her? A hysterical giggle got caught in her throat as she quickly came up to a gravestone. Her momentum was not going to allow her to swerve around it without toppling over and then it would be lights out for her forever.

She took a wild leap, closing her eyes in an effort to brace for the inevitable collision, but shockingly she bounded over it like a freaking star track runner. The man behind her crashed into it but before Chrissy could thank her lucky stars for the reprieve, the gravestone instead of tripping up her pursuer freaking broke in half under the force of his impact.

Chrissy sobbed and continued to run blindly through the empty cold graveyard. How was she still running? She was panting for breath but out of sheer fear rather than exhaustion. The man didn't sound out of breath at all as he came after her with the doggedness of an oncoming training. If she didn't know better, she'd say he wasn't breathing at all.

She hastily scrubbed her arm over her eyes to clear the tears away and in that moment of temporary blindness, crashed into the side of the mausoleum with a pained grunt. She scrabbled to stay on her feet. The man, seeing her cornered, slowed to a stop before her and she turned to see him clearly for the first time in the clear full moon light.

Chrissy shrieked when she saw his face. It was...wrong. His brow was deformed, making his sickly yellow eyes look sunken into his face. He grinned at her, revealing disturbingly pointed teeth. He chuckled.

"Poor little girl," he said. "All alone after dark."

He prowled closer and Chrissy felt panic overwhelm her. But then another voice broke the night.

"Hey, cheer queen, catch!"

Chrissy and the man with the deformed face both instinctively turned to look at whoever spoke. Something was thrown at her and Chrissy caught it right out of the air like some kind of major league baseball player. Her hand wrapped around the object and some part of her recognized the feel of it.

It triggered something in her mind and, with no input from any higher thought process, Chrissy twirled the thing in her hand and threw herself forward at the man that had terrorized her. The thing pierced right through the man's rib cage like a hot knife through butter. The man only had enough time to look at her with surprised, widened eyes before he burst into a cloud of dust.

She gasped, accidentally breathed in some of the dust, and devolved into a coughing fit. By the time she was able to catch her breath, the person who had thrown the thing at her, had reached her side.

"So, you're the new slayer."

Chrissy looked up to see Eddie the Freak Munson. Her grip on the thing in her hand tightened as her whole body tensed again. Eddie noticed and hopped back hurriedly with his hands raised up. He smiled benignly at her.

"What is this? What did you call me?" Chrissy asked, gesturing the thing in her hand.

"That," Eddie said in a tone far too chipper for the graveyard and pile of dust nearby, "is a stake, commonly used to fight vampires. And you, cheer queen, are now the slayer. Congrats! Now c'mon, you should talk to my uncle."

Eddie bent down to pick up a black tin lunchbox he must've dropped earlier and then started to saunter off.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Chrissy squeaked. "Are you kidding me? I just got attacked and I stabbed someone and, and, and what the fuck is a slayer?"

Chrissy was not proud at how her words ended in a shriek, but the last hour had been very very stressful and she thought she was entitled to a little hysteria. Eddie halted and turned around. His face softened for a moment.

"I get it, it's been really scary so far," he said, more kindly than before. "Being a slayer is no joke, I know, but you'll feel better after talking to my uncle. Hopefully."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chrissy hiccuped. She felt her eyes get teary again. Eddie huffed, his patience clearly wearing thin but trying to keep it under wraps.

"Look, do you want to stay here all alone? In a graveyard? At night?"

"N-no."

"Then let's go."

Eddie stalked off. Chrissy hurried after him, a deathgrip still on the stake he had thrown at her.

"What were you doing here anyway?" she asked. Eddie rattled the lunchbox he held.

"The ambience here is good for business. Jocks keep their transactions short, with minimal threats. Especially after a winning game. Your boytoy do you proud?" Eddie slanted his eyes at her and waggled his eyebrows. Chrissy grimaced at the phrasing but shook her head.

"No, Steve scored the winning shot. I think he's in your grade?"

"Steeeve Harrington," Eddie drawled with derision. "Of course he did. Douchebag's going to be insufferable."

"Hey," Chrissy protested. She liked Steve. He was funny and he treated all the cheerleaders respectfully, unlike some of the other jocks. "Steve's a nice guy. He's sweet."

"Ha! Hate to break it to you, cheer queen, but there's no way a guy that loaded and that pretty is anything but a douchebag," Eddie snorted.

"So you think he's pretty?" Chrissy snarked back, feeling oddly defensive of Steve. True, Steve could get...prickly...sometimes, but she'd also seen him stop to help a middle school kid find his missing lizard or whatever it was, so she knew he wasn't all that bad.

Eddie stumbled and his cheeks pinked.

"I never said that," he spluttered, eye darting at her and away very quickly. "It's, it's just what all the girls say about him. And he's always strutting around everywhere expecting everyone to fawn over him like he's some kind of Prince Charming. It's distracting. Uh, annoying, I mean."

Oh. Chrissy thought of the trumpet girl in the school band and how she always managed to catch Chrissy's attention no matter what she was doing. The way the girl smiled at her bandmates, the way her brow furrowed while playing...Chrissy felt herself flush, too. Well, that was something to tuck away in a mental box to think about later. Much later. Like, maybe in ten years later. She wondered if Eddie the Freak Munson had a mental box like hers too.

The silence stretched awkwardly between them as they exited the graveyard. Eddie opened the door to his van and bowed dramatically at her as she levered herself in. He made his way around the vehicle and clambered into the driver's seat. The old thing started up on the second try. As Eddie jolted them along the empty road and headed towards the trailer park, it occurred to Chrissy she should ask.

"Why would your uncle be able to help me?"

"You mean aside from being the best guy in all of Hawkins? He used to be a Watcher. He knows how all this goes."

That answered absolutely nothing. Chrissy frowned but kept quiet. She had a feeling Eddie wouldn't say any more about it until they'd met with Wayne Munson anyway.

#trensu tells stories #stranger things #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #buckingham #steddie #vampires #chrissy the vampire slayer #btvs #eddie is the son of a slayer here #just btw #wayne obviously was her watcher and was devastated when she died #killed in the line of duty to be more accurate #leaving behind little 5yo eddie #wayne had been around so much by then that eddie already knew him as 'uncle' wayne #so when he gave up watcherhood and formally adopted eddie he let him continue thinking of him as his uncle #the black leather jacket eddie wears every day used to belong to his mom #and jsyk steve plays the role of cordelia in this fic #except that he doesn't bully chrissy because he's always focused on eddie #he's REALLY bitchy at him which eddie finds kind of hot though he'd never ever admit it even under torture #meanwhile chrissy is a total mess around one robin buckley who never gives her the time of day because she's mooning over vickie #chrissy eventually gets her girl but not without a lot of pining and shenanigans #im thinking robin and steve get swept up in some supernatural conspiracy accidentally and chrissy has to save them #robin watching chrissy punching and staking vampires left and right in her cheer uniform: i hope this doesn't awaken anything in me #steve watching eddie pick the lock keeping them trapped with his tongue poking out in concentration: oh no he's hot #apparently steve is into bad boys #*judas priest's breaking the law plays in the background* #robin on the other hand has a whole new appreciation for both the flexibility required for cheer and how short those skirts are

[anarcoqueer1994]

His parents were never home, even from a young age. That's how he got his first experience with makeup. The Harrington’s live-in Nanny, Olivia, was often the only person Steve interacted with when he was young, becoming his parent figure. She was young, maybe early 20s, but four-year-old Steve adored her.

His favorite thing was to watch her she put on makeup in the morning. He loved to see the beautiful lines she created with the delicate makeup brushes. He even began asking her what she was doing and why, taking it all in, learning.

One day he got up the courage to ask if he could put some on. She looked apprehensive but relented when he flashed his puppy dog eyes. She told him though that this has to be thier little secret.

Steve loved it. He loved how pretty he felt with soft, subtle makeup. He loved how cool he looked with bold bright colors. And they had fun together, doing this for months, she teaching him, and he adoring that someone was taking the time to do something with him that he loved.

But all good things had to come to an end, and that ending was abrupt. His parents came home early from a trip, finding them in the living room, Olivia doing Steve’s make up. Steve having just done hers, even if it was a little messy. His father snapped "Steven, get upstairs and wash that shit off your face."

"But dad...."

"Now!" He shouted. Steve ran upstairs, did what he was told.

The next day, Steve had a new nanny, a meaner, more boring one. He never seen Olivia again.

Still, as Steve got older, when he was sure no one was around, he would sneak into his mother's room, and put on makeup, loving feeling pretty, and loving the almost artistry doing makeup felt like. This was few and far between, as his nanny or his parents would inevitably catch him. He had a few good bruises from his father reminding him that makeup is for girls or freaks or faggots.

So he tries to ignore it. Even when he didn't have a nanny anymore, staying home alone from the age of 13 onwards, he was terrified to get caught. His dad was right. Makeup is not for boys like him. Popular boys with rich families. An all American athlete. The only child of Hawkins most affluent family.

But every so often, he would think about doing his makeup, watch as girls he date would do their own, admiring how pretty they looked. He would subconsciously keep up on make up trends, loved the loud make up of celebrities like Madonna, or the soft colors used by Molly Ringwald. He was obsessed, but hid it for a long time. Only pulling out his secret stash of makeup when he felt particularly sad, and wanted to feel better.

He thought about telling Tommy once. He tested the waters asking "What do you think of these dudes wearing makeup?" Being vague, pointing to the cover of some magazine at the grocery store they were Boy George was on the front, another one with KISS.

Tommy just laughed "They're all just faggots and freaks man." And Steve was crushed, didn't bring it up again.

That was until the summer of 1986. He became more relaxed, more open with his friends. But even so, there were still things he was afraid to admit out loud. He was afraid to tell anyone other than Robin about his stupid massive crush on Eddie. But he was even more afraid of someone finding out about his makeup, so he didn't even tell her. This was something of Steve's own, something he liked and if people found out, he may have to stop, like the last time someone found out. When his father found out.

But he did start a dangerous habit. He began wearing a light pink lip gloss out, nothing dramatic,nothing obvious. Something that he could easily pass off as his own pretty pink lips. But he liked the feeling of his own quiet rebellion to a society that has told him what he could wear.

And luckily for him no one seemed to notice, or so he thought. But he was wrong. One day Robin invited him over to hang out, but when he got there, Nancy was also there. They were all in Robin’s room.

"Ahh come on." He complains "I don’t want to third wheel in one of your date nights."

"No, it's not like that, Steve." Nancy interjects. "I...we just noticed something and wanted to talk you, is that okay?"

Steve scrunched up his eyebrows, obviously confused. "Sure?"

Robin rolls her eyes at the obvious bush Nancy was beating around, never one to mince words with Steve. She blurts out. "What kind of lip gloss do you wear? I think it's really pretty."

Steve immediately goes red. "What....what are you talking about? I don't wear lip gloss? What? That's crazy." He rambles, palms getting sweaty as he plays with the hem of his shirt sleeve.

"Listen, Steve..." Nancy starts before being cut off by Robin. "Dude, it's fine if you do. I wasn’t lying, I like your lip gloss."

"You do? You don't think I'm weird or whatever?" Steve asks, still finding it hard to believe his friends cared about his interests even if they weren't traditional masculine dumb boy jock things, never getting that support before.

They both smile at him "Well I never said you weren't weird, dingus. But not because of this." She sticks out her tongue.

"Steve you are allowed to like things, it doesn’t matter what other people say or think." Nancy chimes in.

Steve can’t help but smile. He takes a deep breath. "Okay, there is more."

That afternoon Steve told them both about how much he likes to makeup, his own and other people's. This leads to Robin pulling out all of her makeup, and the three of them spending the afternoon painting each other’s faces. They both are surprised when Steve's abilities as a makeup artist far surpasses their own, encouraging him and making him feel seen. They tell him he could do this professionally if he wanted.

But he still swears them to secrecy, not ready to share this, and not really believing some washed up jock from a bum-fuck small town could ever make money doing this. That doesn’t mean they don't spend many nights over the next few months doing each other's makeup and bonding over those secret.

Unfortunately though, his secret doesn't stay between them for long. One night, when he was home alone(like he always was, his parents not returning to Hawkins since the "earthquake"), he decided to go all out. He wanted to do a full face, feel beautiful in a way only make up does for him. He had just finished, examining himself in the mirror in his bathroom, makeup skewn about on the counter.

He had dark eyeliner with heavy mascara, a dark pink covering his eye lids. He had foundation with pretty pink blush, and light pink lip stick with a shimmery strawberry gloss. And he felt gorgeous. He loved the contrast between the feminine makeup and his decidedly masculine outfit, just a pair of jeans and his polo shirt with blue and purple stripes. He actually allows himself to smile at the image in the mirror.

But he was do wrapped up with the makeup, he lost track of time, forgetting Nancy, Robin and Eddie were coming over for a movie night.(read Robin and Nancy desperately trying to set up Steve and Eddie because they were both oblivious idiots when it came to love) They let themselves in, Robin having the key.

"Steve! We're here." She shouts.

Steve freezes, panic taking over. This would be fine if Eddie wasn't with them, but as it stands, the boy he likes is in his house, and he's in here playing with makeup like some pansy. He stutters. "Uh.. um...one minute..." He turns on the water desperately, scrubbing his face. He doesn't even think about closing the opened bathroom door.

Eddie though, always in tune with Steve’s feelings, hears the distress in the other boy's voice. He instinctively runs towards it. By the time Robin and Nancy catch on to what is happening, it is too late. Eddie is standing at the bathroom door looking confused as Stevd stares at him like a dear in headlights, makeup smeared and running down his face. He looks distraught, humiliated, ashamed. He wants to climb into a hole and disappear. Nancy and Robin are behind him moments after, looking horribly guilty.

"Steve, what's going on?" Eddie asks, genuinely confused by the scene in front of him.

Eddie’s voice is enough to snap him out of it. Steve shakes his head saying "I'm not...feeling well. Let's um reschedule, please just go." He chokes out before pushing past them, running to his room, Slamming the door. Robin tries to stop him to no avail.

"Fuck..." Nancy says.

"Fuck is right." Robin agrees. "We fucked up." She slides down against the wall, Nancy following suite.

Eddie is still confused, but more than that, he is terrified for Steve. He looked so vulnerable and little when Eddie caught him. He had never seen Steve like that. He turns his attention to the girls. "What do you mean we fucked up?"

Robin and Nancy exchange glances, deciding they might as well tell Eddie. "A few months ago, Steve told us he likes makeup and stuff." Robin starts "But he made us promise not to tell anyone. And now you know, and like I think that is particularly hard for him. "

Eddie is more confused. He thought he was getting closer to this group but apparently the three of them have secrets he can't know. He doesn't know why, but it hurts. "Oh. Right. I forget sometimes you all have this special bond, and I'm just the new guy. This is one of those things that wasn't for me to know. Um, I'm going to get out of here so the three of you can talk this out." Eddie turns to leave, knows he isn't being fair, knows he is not entitled to Steve's secrets, but it still hurts. Steve know all of his(well except for his teenie tiny ginormous crush on Steve.)

"Eddie, you got it wrong." Nancy says trying to clear the confusion. "He is just embarrassed, especially with you."

"Wait, why me?" Eddie asks, still clueless. "Why would I care?"

Robin and Nancy both roll thier eyes at Eddie’s sheer obliviousness. "Maybe you should go talk to him?" Robin tries.

Eddie isn't sure about that. Steve looked mortified and he doesn't want to make it worse. But he also would give anything to take away the pained look in Steve’s eyes.

For as long as he has known Steve, he has watched as the man did everything for everybody else, took interest in thier hobbies, drove them where they wanted to go. But all this time, Steve obviously felt like he had to hide what he likes and why? Because he liked putting on makeup? It kind of killed Eddie inside to know Steve was ashamed of something like this.

He pushes his palms to his eyelids before letting out a sigh, and looking back at the girls. "Okay..." He says as he turns, hesitantly heading upstairs to where Steve had just run up to. He makes his way to Steve's bedroom door, and knocks softly.

"Please go away." Comes from the other side. His voice sounds hoarse. Was he crying?

"Stevie, come on...I just wanna talk." Eddie begs in return. His voice is sincere, soft, just wanting Steve to feel better.

There is a long silence but after a minute he hears the door unlock, opening slowly. In the other side of the door stood a boy with glassy red eyes, and makeup smeared from panicked removal and the tears. Eddie knows he shouldn’t, but before his brain could catch up to his body, he throws his arms around Steve, pulling him close, just wanting to make whatever bad Steve was feeling go away.

When his brain finally starts working, he expects Steve to pull away, but he doesn’t. Steve’s arms wrap around his waist, burying his head in Eddie's shoulder. Little tears are felt against his shirt. He runs his fingers through Steve’s hair whispering "It's okay..." internally he tries not to short circuit, having Steve so close to him, reminding himself he is here to make Steve feel better.

After a few minutes, Steve lifts his head. Realizing where his hand are, he quickly pulls away, nervously picking at the hem of his shirt instead. "Uh...thanks Eds..." Steve manages to say.

Eddie suddenly feels empty where Steve just was. Realizing they are still in the doorway of his bedroom he say "Can....can we talk?"

"Uh yeah...um let me just get this stupid shit off." Steve says, instinctively putting down something he obviously likes.

"Don't..." Eddie says pushing into Steve’s room, Steve following him, closing the door.

"What?" Steve looks confused

"I mean...you can like fix it or whatever, but you don't have to take it off." Eddie tries to be cool. But he sees the uncertain look in Steve’s face, and after the hug, he decides to just go for it. "I think you looked really pretty..." his usual confidence not there, realizing he is about to confess his huge crush to Steve Harrington.

He isn't sure what he expected, but it was not the huge blush forming on Steve's cheeks, a shy little smile spreading on his lips. "You do?' Steve asks softly.

Eddie lets out another nervous sigh, before taking Steve's hand and leading him to the edge of the bed where they sit staring at each other. "Steve, I always think you're beautiful. But seeing you in makeup, is something totally new and I love it. And not just because you look hot, and did so well putting it on. But when you were staring in the mirror before you noticed me at the door, you looked so happy. I wish you would have told me sooner, so I could have seen that smile sooner."

Now Steve's brain was in danger of malfunctioning. The boy he is sure he is in love with just called him beautiful, didn't care that he wore makeup and lived doing it. "You know, um, when my dad found out, he tried to beat this out of me. And then when I asked Tommy about it, he just made fun of it. " Steve looks down, trying to block out the angry face, the ugly sneers. He looks back up. "I was afraid to tell anyone, tell you because I didn't want you to look at me like some stereotypically little queer boy who likes makeup."

Steve just admitted he was queer, and it takes everything in Eddie not to pull him into a kiss right there. "Stevie you are so much more than that. You are still the most badass person I know, well after Nancy," he jokes, Steve laughing and agreeing. "But even badasses are allowed to lile whatever the fuck they want. And for the record, I like makeup. I want to try black eyeliner and nail polish but I suck at it. So maybe you can help me sometime?"

Steve blushes, nodding his head. "Yea anytime you want..." Eddie smiles back. They both sit in silence for a few moments both wanting to say more. It was Steve who breaks the silence...well sort if.

"Hey Eddie?" He says shyly.

"Yeah?" Eddie’s voice is hushed and breathy, electricity obviously forming in the air between them. Without another word, Steve wraps his hand in Eddie’s shirt, pulling him close, pressing his lips against other man's. It takes Eddie a few seconds to catch up, but it isn't long before his hands are back in Steve’s hair, kissing back, tasting the lip gloss on Steve’s lips.

When they pull apart, they are all smiles. After that Steve slowly tells thier other friends, and with the exception of a few dumb remarks from Mike(that everyone jumps on him for), they are all supportive. It isn't long before Steve finds himself doing Eddie’s makeup before shows, soon moving to the rest of Correded Coffin. He loves going to the shows, knowing he could wear makeup and no one would bat an eye.

As Corroded Coffin gets bigger, over the next couple years, people take notice of thier looks, still metal but polished. Other bands and artists start asking for thoer makeup artist, and to Steve's surprise he was able to make a career out of the thing he loved, father be damned.

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thank you @steddieholidaydrabbles for the prompts!

Day 19

prompt: enemies to lovers | rated: t | words: 1000 | cw: implied violence (punching), smoking weed | tags: Tommy 'the guard dog' Hagan, Steve 'the king' Harrington, Eddie 'the freak' Munson, fighting & making amends

Lap Dog

   „Let him go, Tommy. He’s not worth getting your hands dirty.“

   „Yeah, down boy. Wouldn’t want to catch anything from the freak!“ Eddie spits out, his words full of spite.

He’s been in too many situations like this to care; has had his face bruised and nose beaten bloody enough times to not be afraid of the aftermath anymore. If Tommy wants a fight, he can have one.

To his surprise though, the fingers curled into his shirt unfurl and let go of him. Not without a shove to the chest but- whatever. Tommy glares at him for another moment with anger in his eyes, licking his teeth like an animal ready to bite. From behind him, Steve’s voice calls his name once more, causing Tommy to step back begrudgingly.

   „That’s what I thought, Hagan. Go crawl back into your king’s lap like a good little doggy,“ Eddie sneers. He knows he’s pushing but can’t let it go.

   „What the fuck is wrong with you, Munson?”

Eddie turns his gaze to the other man, the reason for this stupid fight, and smiles wickedly at him.

He knew attending this party was a bad idea but Chrissy insisted. And it would’ve been fine if he’d stayed by her side and kept his head down but being the good friend he is, he decided to give her some alone time with that lovely girl Robin she kind of has a crush on.

He just wanted to go to the kitchen and grab another beer but of course, Steve and his henchman had to get in the way. It wasn’t his intention at all to interact with them in any way but unfortunately, he tripped over his own feet and stumbled right into the king himself. Stupid Steve with his stupid polo and stupid hair. It wasn’t even that hard, he merely bumped his shoulder, just lightly. But of course, Tommy was right there to defend his leader. He grabbed Eddie by the shirt, his other hand curled into a fist, ready to throw a punch. How dare Eddie to disrespect Steve Harrington like that? How dare he to touch the precious boy?

It’s like high school all over again. Like they haven’t grown up and out of this childish hierarchy game.

Fucking Steve Harrington who thinks he’s above everyone and everything.

   “Begging you for your forgiveness, Milord. Thank you ever so much for calling back your guard dog. Now if you’ll excuse me.” With an overdone gesture he bows down before Steve and begins to walk backwards.

His eyes are still fixated on Steve’s puzzled looking face and for a millisecond, he thinks he sees the other man’s lip twitch and pull into a smirk before his expression turns cold again as he grabs Tommy by the arm and drags him towards the kitchen.

So much for getting another drink. Eddie might be stupid enough to rile Tommy up but he’s not really too keen on getting in trouble.

He pats the pocket of his vest and smiles when he can feel the square little tin box hidden inside. If he can’t get another beer, he’ll just settle for one of his pre-rolled instead.

Outside, Eddie finds a hidden spot behind the house and lights his joint and feels himself relax almost instantly. He sends a silent thank you to his buddy Rick for whatever good shit he’d given him this time and lets his mind drift off to somewhere that isn’t here.

The peace and quiet doesn’t last long, though.

   “Hey, Munson!”

    Oh, what now?

Eddie turns to wherever the voice is coming from and frowns when he recognizes it’s Steve.

   “Look, man. I really don’t want a fight, okay?”

It’s pretty dark outside so he doesn’t see it at first but when Steve steps closer, he notices that his lips is bleeding.

   “What the-“

   “Tommy. He didn’t like that I laughed at your stupid joke from earlier,” Steve answers before even hearing the question, shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal.

   “Thought you guys were best friends?”

   “I don’t know what we are anymore. I feel like- I dunno, man. He’s angry all the time and I’m sick of keeping him out of trouble.” Steve sighs heavily, a deep frown on his face when he turns his gaze up to the stars in the night sky.

Eddie watches him, really taking him in probably for the first time ever.

He looks sad, almost. Glassy eyes shimmering in the moon light, adding to the already wretched sight with the dried blood on his slightly swollen bottom lip. Still, Steve’s face is so much softer than he always imagined. And he looks... pretty. Long lashes, sharp nose, cute little moles speckling his cheek and neck.

   “Why’d you come to me?” Eddie shakes himself out of the trance he’s fallen under, so enamoured by the vision that he almost forgot how they ended up here. Standing next to each other like old pals rather than rivals.

Steve turns his head back to look at him and when their eyes meet, he smiles.

   “Thought you’d maybe share one of those with me?” He points to the dead blunt between his fingers.

   “Hmm, depends. What do I get in return?”

   “I don’t have any money on me but-”

Steve’s eyes drift down to Eddie’s lips before flicking back up. Even in the dim light there’s a deep blush visible on his face. Eddie feels a mix of courage and anxiety rummaging around in his stomach, thinks he’s going a little bit crazy because Steve looks at him like-

It goes against every law of the universe and he’s probably already high and totally misreading the signs but-

Their lips crash together in fervent motion, hungry and wild. It must sting but Steve doesn’t pull away, deepens the kiss like he’s starving for it. Animosity turning into animalistic desire.

And, yeah. Eddie will gladly trade places with Tommy in Steve’s lap, if he lets him.

#steddieholidaydrabbles #enemies to lovers #steve harrington #eddie munson

[knottyk]

Neon Pages

Platonic!Steddie x non-interactive!reader (fem!reader is only mentioned a couple of times)

Word count: 879

Summary: Eddie has never been one for glossy neon magazines. So color Steve surprised when he sees him with one.

So sorry for not posting and responding to the other requests, I missed the first week of college and now I'm backed up with all the group work ugh. Anyway, we're letting the reader rest for now (non-interactive). Hopefully, inspiration hits and I could get around writing again. :))

It was an unlikely pair but considering the weird things going on in Hawkins, seeing ‘bad-boy-turned-good’ Steve Harrington hanging out with the school freak slash repeater Eddie Munson is the least of the town’s concerns.

“So, mind telling me what’s so important that I just had to come here?” Steve has one hand on his hip and another hovering over random trinkets and clutter on top of Eddie’s dresser. He hovered but never touched. God knows what kind of particles loom over this room.

The room was undeniably Eddie’s. Dirty laundry spread across the floor, posters overlaid on the walls, a mirror with questionable dried stains and his electric guitar hanging beside it. Everything seemed fitting to the bad-boy junkie image. Everything except one. 

Eddie laid on the bed with his head hanging from the edge, legs stretched out and feet leaning on the wall. Steve could see his messy hair touching the floor but his face was blocked by something Steve never thought he’d see in Eddie’s possession.

“Uhhh, what’s that?” Steve snatched the bright neon page from Eddie’s grasp.

Eddie fixed his position and got up on his knees before stumbling out of bed, still finding his balance. “Hey!”

“What’s this? Andrew McCarthy, he’s hot & pretty in pink?” Steve read the words printed on the cover out loud with a scrunched face as if it pained him. 

The silence was loud. Eyes darting between the magazine and Eddie, Steve blinked in confusion.

“That’s Erica’s.” 

“Sinclair? She probably reads encyclopedias or history books or some shit. This,” he rolled the magazine and hit Eddie on the head. “This shit’s all you.”

Eddie swatted Steve’s arm and caught the rolled up article. He smoothed over it like it was the Bible and looked at Steve who had double the confusion etched on his face. 

It was a weird sight. Eddie. Tattooed all over. Dressed in all black. Reading a teen magazine. He shuddered.

Eddie did like to read. On his dresser is a stash of carefully curated metal magazine publications which he liked to read through from time to time. He also had a couple of well used books from what little childhood he had. 

There was a lack, however, of bright neon magazine covers with pretty men and women with bold fonts about love and clothing style. Save for this one.

“Shut up.” Eddie sat on the bed and opened it where the page had been dog-eared before throwing it over to Steve who almost didn’t catch it.

‘Signs she likes you.’ Steve read and it all made sense. “Oh.”

“Oh.” Eddie chuckled and quickly returned to a gloomy state. “I wanted to know if this was true, I mean, with your… expertise with the ladies and all. I thought who better to ask than you.” 

With a grin on his face, Steve plopped beside Eddie, eyes scanning the page. He shook his head in disbelief. Before he could get a word out, he was interrupted.

“I know it’s stupid. It’s just,” Eddie let out a frustrated groan and dove into his unmade bed. “I can never tell with her. Not that I could ever tell with the other girls but she’s just so hard to read, y’know. Girls are hard to read.” 

Mind automatically picturing a particular someone, Steve nodded with a scoff. “Believe me, I know.”

Eddie had gone berserk. The pillows had a hollow middle and all the fluff had been divided to two sides as Eddie punched into them, body writhing while he let his frustrations out. Steve stood up with caution and leaned on the door, watching his friend lose his mind. 

Sure, he’d been there before. He never took his pillows as punching bags but hey, whatever works. He’s gotten used to his friend’s theatrics.

Panting, Eddie sat on the edge of the bed before letting his body slide down on the floor. He leaned his head on his knees. “I like her so bad I don’t wanna mess this up.”

“Then we better get reading.” 

By the end of the tenth very descriptive tip, Steve and Eddie were more confused than ever. If girls were hard to read, this magazine was on another level. 

“I mean, if she really likes you she probably would’ve said something by now.” Steve hung his head between his legs as he sat on the edge, elbows on both knees. “This shit will only work if you’re both in 7th grade and are virgins.”

Eddie’s head propped up. “Do you think she’s a virgin?”

His hair flew from his face when Steve gave him a not so gentle nudge on the head. “Does that matter? You should focus on getting the girl, man. Not thinking about who’s been in her pants.”

“Was only kidding. Jeez, Harrington.” Eddie got off the bed and started pacing back and forth, catching glimpses of his reflection on the mirror.

Steve was startled when Eddie stopped in his tracks and bolted to the mirror. He held his hair back, exposing his cheeks and jaw and positioned his bunched up hair flat against his scalp. 

“What if you do my hair? The ladies dig yours.” 

Steve sighed. “I am not touching your hair.” 

#steddie #platonic!steddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie imagine #eddie x you #eddie stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #stranger things x reader #steve x female reader #steve x y/n #steve x you #steve harrington imagines #steve x reader #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things

[howaminotinthestrokesyet]

Tonight, A Lead Singer Died in Detroit. Somebody Knows Why... Somebody Knows... Part I: So Now You Know

Chris Cornell is dead. I almost feel like Rorshach in Watchmen reporting this. “A comedian died tonight.” Well, a lead singer died tonight. This impacted me more profoundly than I once thought. I didn’t think it would, but yesterday I started playing Hunger Strike over and over when I came to some pretty stark realizations. It was so bad listening to it in the car that I wasn’t sure if I could control my emotions visiting a friend who wasn’t even born in 1992. I will try to outline them here for you, so everyone can understand. This is something that I feel compelled to tell.

I was taken back to high school when I first heard of Soundgarden while riding in my brother’s Escort, which was my first car. Damn, that car was not the best vehicle. He had this amplifier in the car, which made the sound concert-like. The two moments I remember was the chorus to Outshined and the beginning riff to Rusty Cage. It was like, oh my God, what is that, I know I’m just a lowly freshman, but that is kind of awesome. My naive freshman mind somehow thought they were the same song at the time. This got me to thinking that if you could pick one year to be a freshman, why not the most seminal year in music. I never really appreciated that fact until now. I love music now because I was a freshman in 1992. I can remember lots of things about that year. I got Pearl Jam’s Ten through Columbia House (I probably still owe those assholes money), which seems like 100 years ago. I remember a rumor starting that Nirvana was going to come to Palmer Auditorium that freshman year in my Spanish class. Coincidentally, I chose the name Gerardo that year for my name because…rico suave, why not. My junior year when Nirvana returned the mainstream wasn’t so hot on them anymore. They came back and played Palmer, but I only remember one guy actually going to see it. His death changed everything. I found out about it before we were to take the ACT test. I find it a bit surreal that it was that particular day because it was a Saturday. Some students didn’t want to take the test, but at the time, I and a lot of others laughed at that stupid notion. I guess the errors of a capricious youth. The funny thing is about Soundgarden was I loved the beginning riff of Rusty Cage, but now that I am older, I really don’t prefer anything else in the song besides that riff. They should have put it in the intro to Outshined because all it sounds more relevant and appropriate with that track. I also remember borrowing aka stealing my brother’s Temple of the Dog cd with Hunger Strike. I never imagined it was a supergroup to honor Mother Love Bone. All I knew was that had Eddie Vedder and Chris Cornell on the same song, which made you say..Heck yeah, Seattle! I never knew the story behind it, which makes things even crazier. These bands were all friends. In this day and age, I cannot believe it. The even more insane thing is that all the members of Pearl Jam besides Mr. Vedder were in Mother Love Bone. I remember listening to the Singles soundtrack after seeing it in theatres with my best friend thinking, holy shit, I need to hear that Chloe song. I believe that Eddie Vedder may have had one regret much like Chris Cornell. They were not Andrew Wood. 

Over the next few years, I kept track of Soundgarden even getting back into them with the release of Spoon Man and Black Hole Sun. Yet, they were always in my mind behind Pearl Jam and Nirvana as far as bands from Seattle go. You could almost say that the Smashing Pumpkins slid in there with Siamese Dream. Why is that? I think for the most part the quality of their meh songs was much better. Soundgarden had a great number of songs, but none of their albums had what I call, track to track greatness. I could pop on any track and know the song would be very good. I lost track of Soundgarden as I didn’t really feel one way or another when they broke up. I was in the throws of the New York garage rock revival at that time. Yet, around 2006, I heard about Audioslave. Once again, a few great songs surrounded by a few average ones in my mind, but Cochise was perfect. It was the perfect symmetry of Tom Morello and Chris Cornell. One could make the case that actually this was Tom Morello’s best song and not Rage Against the Machine. Some will say blasphemy, but I would say that Cornell’s more traditional vocals highlighted more appropriately the talents of Morello. I even purchased tickets to see them in Milwaukee at the Eagles Ballroom. I never went. If I knew they would break up soon, I probably would have gone, looking back in retrospect. I have missed so many great concerts due to my drinking, it is not even funny. I either stayed at the bar to drink instead of going or was too hungover to go anyway. Oh, well, I guess. All you can now is…YOLO. Yes, I am sure I was probably hungover when I missed Audioslave. I would hear Cochise in the    In 2010, 

Soundgarden hit my radar again when the lineup for Lollapalooza was announced. They were to play Sunday and I had planned to see them. Yet, the festival took its toll on me as old age was catching up to me even then I guess. I went to see Cypress Hill right before, but could barely stand. My entire body felt an exhaustion I had never really felt before. I sat there on the curb in Grant Park unable to move a muscle. I heard Soundgarden for a few minutes, but I just had to go home. The last band playing can sometimes be a gift and a curse I guess. In my mind, I saw the Strokes on Friday, so I was cool with leaving. Yet, I did feel some sense of regret because I never did watch the video on YouTube from their set. Lollapalooza can be hard anyway. There are so many bands and seeing them all is almost impossible. I was also thinking of my luck as well. When would it run out? 2 years previously at the same festival, I broke 2 knuckles, In 2009, I almost got arrested at the Metro, so in my eyes, I was pushing my luck. I just thought that they had just gotten back together, so I would see Chris Cornell and Soundgarden soon. Not Soundgarden, but I did see Chris Cornell soon unexpectedly.

In 2011, Pearl Jam announced they would be playing 2 shows at Alpine Valley to celebrate their 20th anniversary. I probably would not have gone, except The Strokes were playing. My friend Steve came with too, who was always a good sport. Classic rock was his thing, but he could get into Pearl Jam as well. I remember that it was really rainy that day. So much so, we drank Bud Light in the car before the show, rather than get drenched. It was really a miserable show because we had lawn seats, which is good, if it doesn’t fricking monsoon all night. We got there for the Strokes and I quickly realized something about Alpine Valley. The lawn pretty much sucks because they might as well been playing over at the country club for all I could see. Last year, I returned for the first time and figured out it was still the same. You can’t see jack shit there. I heard some parts of their set, including a duet on Juicebox with Eddie Vedder. We stayed for Pearl Jam hoping to hear some classics. It was mostly their 2000-2010 catalog, which I pretty much can’t stand. If I’m being honest. I kept saying that they were going to play a good one. I said, “Steve, trust me.” I remember not really getting into a lot of the songs, but instead I was drunkenly fascinated by this girl hula-hooping in the mud. We were more entertained by that at one point, rather than Pearl Jam. Oh, well, I guess. The time came for the encore and Steve wanted to beat the traffic, I said, let’s listen to one more song, you never know. The next song was Hunger Strike with a guest appearance from Chris Cornell. My earlier Temple of the Dog experience came flashing back instantly. I would later tell Steve how special that was and I am not sure he truly grasped it, but I did. That is something to tell people you were there. My friend Steve asked after, “Can we go now?” I smiled, “I would think so.” I just thought of it as another concert until in 2015 Steve tragically passed away. This emerged as our last concert together. What a last concert to attend! Time passed again until a couple of days ago when Chris Cornell passed away as well. In a way, I feel a sort of kinship towards Eddie Vedder now because we both lost close friends from that show. I know it is not really the same, but I tell you what, if we ever meet, that is what I’m talking to him about. Also, that Wrigley being drunk thing, I totally understand. Despite my crappy view, I could tell how towering a figure Cornell could look. The man was fairly tall, which people probably didn’t expect this generous, sensitive guy, especially with his hair long like a lion’s mane. As tributes have been posted, many media sites are posting that show. I have been behaving myself, not trolling anyone, but simply posting, “I was there. :). Concerts are a lot like life that way. Sometimes it is all about just showing up. You never know the surreal twists and turns concert experiences can take some time. Stay tuned for Part 2 coming this week where I discuss the legacy of Chris Cornell, Soundgarden, grunge, 1992, and more.