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delta-piscium · 1 year

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When Steve and Eddie start dating Wayne pulls Steve aside and is like “I know this sounds odd but you’re gonna have to take him on walks every once in a while.”

And Steve is just like “?? Sir? He is not a dog?”

Wayne gives him a slightly haunted look, muttering “sometimes I wonder,” under his breath before clearing his throat and telling Steve to just trust him on this one.

Steve thinks this is probably something Wayne had to do when Eddie was a child to get him out of the house but the man is a full-grown adult now, Steve is not gonna walk him.

He kind of forgets about it until one day. Eddie’s been staying at Steve’s for the week and he gets home from work only to find the kitchen absolutely wrecked. He finds Eddie in another room standing in a pile of books. He very slowly approaches him, putting his hands out and making his voice soft and as carefully as he can being like, “Hey, babe, what’s up?”

Eddie whips around, eyes big and wild, rambling almost too fast for Steve to understand. “I needed to make a cake but I didn’t have a recipe so I improvised and that did not work so I went to find a recipe and did you know there are like fifty-year-old medical books here? There are so many descriptions of gross stuff in them.” He waves one of Steve’s granddads old books around and Steve has to lean back to not get smacked by it.

“Yeah… my granddad was a doctor,” he says all while eyeing him warily.

His hair is frizzier than usual and he’s about to turn around to grab more books and Steve does not know what this is or what to do? Should he do something? That’s when he remembers what Wayne said about walks and the way he had looked, a bit stressed and disbelieving. It’s about how Steve is feeling right now so he might as well try, right?

So he grabs Eddie, pulling him along towards the door, making up the first excuse he can think of. “Speaking of my granddad, he built a tree-house for me in the woods behind the house, let’s go look.”

He walks into the woods at the wrong opening, leading them kind of far in before turning around to wander and pretending to look. He finally steers them back to where the tree-house actually is, all in its tiny rotten glory, and right at the edge of the lawn.

“Guess it was closer than I remember,” he says with a shrug as if dragging Eddie around for twenty minutes insisting it was further in is in any way a believable mistake.

Eddie gives him a look like he’s acting insane, which, okay fair but Eddie did start it. And anyways he looks better now, judgmental as all hell but better.

“Cool,” He eventually says then stomps back inside.

Eddie spends the rest of the day making fun of Steve for getting lost in the woods where he grew up but he’s not climbing the walls anymore so Steve counts it as a win.

After that he brings Eddie on regular walks, tells him it’s because he doesn’t do sports anymore and needs to move, doesn’t always feel like running and it’s boring going alone. Eddie accepts it easily but also says it’s so weird because Wayne will also drag him along on walks, and, like, what about him attracts these people who need to go on walks all the time and can’t do it alone?

Steve and Wayne have a pact to never tell Eddie, they do not even want to imagine how that would go because Eddie is a drama queen at heart and their system is working (until years later when Steve and Eddie live together hours away and Steve goes on a trip with Robin, he comes back to Eddie on his way to turn their living room into a greenhouse)

#not at all making this post because I have to take myself on walks to not start climbing the walls #or lay in a depressed cocoon whimpering to myself in the most pitiful way #that happens to Eddie too #once when Steve is busy with work and forgets to drag him outside and Eddie just gets a blanket and gets on the floor and his lip is #actually trembling and Steve is like alright lets go baby lets see nature and Eddie does not want to because he is sad #so instead they sit outside for a while slowly working their way to maybe going on a walk #I forget to take myself on walks all the time and then ill go stir-crazy and not connect the dots for way too long #it's time blindness and hyper focus- absolutely not understanding you haven't seen the outside in four days and that that's kinda bad #and I am putting that shit on eddie okay #Dels steddie thoughts #my post #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie headcanon #steddie ficlet

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starrystevie · 1 year

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"who was that?"

steve is standing in the dark kitchen, the dim blue light from his phone the only thing illuminating his face as eddie sneaks in their front door.

"no one," eddie says on an exasperated sigh, rubbing half-heartedly with a spit-slick thumb at the numbers written on the inside of his wrist. steve scoffs and flicks on the overhead light causing eddie to wince against the sudden brightness.

"don't give me that bullshit, who was that?" steve's face is pulled into a sour scowl, arms crossed over his chest, hip cocked out to the side. it makes eddie's blood boil in his veins, under his tightly pulled skin, makes him grit his teeth and scowl back at him in an ugly way that he never dreamed he'd be throwing in steve's direction.

"you don't get to ask me that, steve," he sneers. eddie drops his keys on the table in the foyer before heading to the stairs. he hears steve's heavy footsteps behind him and it makes eddie want to either run up the steps away from him or turn where he's standing to match steve. he ends up freezing where he is, instead.

there's a hand on his arm, turning him to face steve so their frowns mirror each other and eddie fights against the urge to cross his arms over his chest, too. but then he's being crowded against the wall and he's tripping over his own feet and he's trying so hard to not push his face into the one in front of him to see how his anger tastes.

"we're just room mates, remember?"

eddie knows it's a low blow, tossing steve's words back in his face. they've been fighting more than they've been talking, more than they've been fucking, and it hurts in a way eddie hasn't had the displeasure of feeling before. he thinks about times where steve was sweet and kind and would push his hair back gently without tangling his fingers in the locks to move his head where he wanted it.

he wants that steve back. not the steve in front of him who can't make up his goddamn mind on whether he likes him or not, wants him or not, is nice or not. they've both been walking on eggshells ever since the fight a few weeks ago, not knowing how to break the ice that's formed around both of their hearts and fighting's the only thing that's been able to thaw it even the littlest bit.

it's messy, getting involved with friends. chrissy warned him, wayne warned him, but he was too stubborn to listen, too wrapped up in steve harrington to listen to anything other than his own traitorous heart.

it started with gentle touches that wormed their way into eddie's subconscious, constantly keeping him on the lookout for when he could sidle up to steve's side again and feel his warmth under his fingertips. then it turned into kisses, sweet little things like a leash keeping eddie where he was so that he may be able to taste steve one more time. then came the cold nights where they sought each other out, curled up in bed, hands wandering where they never dared before, promises made and whispered secrets shared on broken breaths as they made each other see heaven in the form of each other.

but they weren't in love. steve made that very clear. he turned away from eddie whenever they were around other people, kept his hands to himself and his secrets to himself and his heart to himself. it drove eddie crazy, drives him crazy even still, that he can come home from a nice night with a nice man's phone number written in his nice nice handwriting and steve still has him by a leash around his goddamn neck.

steve pushes up close to eddie, closer than he thinks is humanly possible, and tangles a hand in his hair to move his head so he can slot their lips together. it feels practiced because it is, the way steve can maneuver eddie to his liking. it's good for a minute as they trace each other's teeth with their tongues, as they press insistent hips into wanting hips, as they share choked off moans hidden in their throats. it's good until it isn't, and eddie is shoving steve away with a firm push.

"oh fuck you," he says, wiping the back of his arm across his mouth. his eyes feel like daggers and he wants to cut through steve. he wants to slice through the hurt he sees behind his eyes as he spots the ink on his arm and leave steve to bleed out on the hardwood.

"you got his number?" steve spits out, hands outstretched as if he wants to cling onto eddie again, but all he does is grab his hand, flipping it over to see the writing on his wrist. he watches as steve reaches his hand into his back pocket with his free hand, pulls out his cell phone and types in the numbers. "that motherfucker..."

"steve, don't-" eddie pulls the phone out of his hand, presses the end call button. they scrabble for the phone with flailing arms and huffs and grunts until they suddenly aren't anymore and they're kissing again instead, hot and hard and desperate. their hands are clinging to each other’s hips, pushing and shoving like they’re still fighting, like it’s their love language because it is. he wants, wants, wants-

eddie pushes steve off again, hard enough that he stumbles.

"choose."

steve looks at him, face like stone carved into a frown, and his chest is heaving with the breaths he's taking. his cheeks are flushed, his lips are slick, and eddie has to try his hardest not to pull him upstairs and let it be another night of apparently meaningless fucking.

"either none of me or all of me because this?" he gestures between the two of them, at the empty space they have between them that feels like mockery in and of itself. "this is fucking killing me, steve."

eddie can see steve thinking. it used to be endearing, seeing steve's eyes glance around as he thought about the right move, considereing his options as he calculated what the worse of two evils was. but now that either leaving him or being with him are the two evils, eddie doesn’t want to see his thought process anymore, he can feel it shattering his heart.

it wasn't a common occurrence to see steve cry. they watched titanic once and steve teared up, let eddie wipe his tears away jokingly as they fell down his cheeks, smothering him in kisses until they were both giggling. but this was different. tears were falling gently down his cheeks, his face still stone, still pulled into a frown, and eddie didn't dare touch him.

"you giving me an ultimatum?" he whispered.

"i have to," eddie whispered back. "it's hurting me too much not to have all of you.”

steve sighs after a beat, swipes a hand over his face, sniffs a little, and looks back at eddie. his vision is blurred with unshed tears of his own but he can clearly see steve walk towards him with his arms open. eddie goes willingly.

"me too, it's-" steve sniffs again, hides his face in the side of eddie's neck. "i'm scared, is all it is. i'm a fucking coward."

his words are sad and eddie knows, remembers back to being tangled in sheets with skin on skin, hearing steve whisper by his side that he didn’t know what he was doing. it suddenly feels like their world that has been off axis has finally righted itself. walls that had been so securely made around steve crumbling down with a single new secret. eddie can feel it.

"you're not a coward."

"i am, though. still have dear old dad in my head every time i so much as look at you and i can't make myself stop looking at you." the arms around eddie's waist tighten, the nose pressing into his neck digs in a little deeper. eddie shushes him and cards his fingers through his hair. "i love you, you know. but we can't... i can't-"

steve's voice breaks at the same time eddie's heart does. he loves him, steve loves him, he heard it from his own lips and it's everything he's ever wanted to hear but not when it comes with steve's sobs.

"we'll figure it out," eddie eventually whispers over the heaving breaths steve's letting out, puffing against his neck leaving it warm and damp. he presses his face into steve’s hair, lays a kiss against his crown. "we'll figure it out together, okay?"

it's not perfect, no where near perfect. but they have time and they have each other and they have dish soap to get the goddamn pen ink off of eddie's wrist.

#i have pavloved myself into writing steddie stuff when i get to work because it happens every fucking day now #also yes i am aware that this is pretty.... toxic for lack of better words and it is probably not healthy communication #steddie #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #*screams from the rooftops* jealous steve jealous steve jealous steve jealous ste-#steddie angst

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s-wordsmith · 3 months

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Something I really need Stranger Things fic writers to know is that no one in rural America was locking any doors in the eighties apart from the government and businesses. I remember when there was a big stink about "we gotta start locking our doors now how am I supposed to remember that every time I leave the house." People didn't lock the doors when they were home until at LEAST the mid-aughts, a lot of people STILL don't. "Oh we can't get into so-and-so's house/car because we don't have the keys!" You do not need the keys, just open the door. "I'm alarmed because I went over to so-and-so's house and their front door was unlocked so I instantly knew something was wrong." It would be much weirder if it was locked. If I showed up at my friend's house and the door was locked I would immediately assume something was wrong. If I lived in a town regularly invaded by monsters and patrolled by mobs of government agents/Russian spies/jocks with guns, I would assume my friend was currently being hunted.

#stranger things #pretty sure Will just walked into his house in the first episode #I know Mike did when he brought Eleven home #None of these doors are locked #Please stop including it as plot points because it takes me right out of the story and leaves me staring into space #Also while we're at it:#VHS tapes will not fit in Steve's back jeans pocket #That's not happening #And it is completely normal for the Wheelers to not know where their two oldest kids are #Parents in the eighties expected you to show up for breakfast and for dinner and that's it #Sometimes you bike to the other side of town to get up to trouble with your friends and that's just how it is #If you were inside they were concerned about your health #And no one was particularly stressed about being able to reach anyone because that was the usual state of things #Sorry for the rant #So many of you are too young to have known the carefree days of the height of serial killers lol #Kids rarely went missing and most people had only ever heard of murders and other serious crimes in the big city #No one in Hawkins is concerned except the people who have dealt with the monsters

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kedreeva · 2 years

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hello i’m sorry, i’m so sorry (I’mnotsorry) but has anyone written about the scars Steve is definitely going to have in a thin ring around the base of his throat from the demobat’s tail?

Those aren’t just bruises, in the first image you can see raised, damaged skin. Abrasions at the least, from the demobat gripping and shifting and sliding as it tightened its grip. Filthy abrasions, too, being from the Upside Down. Animal injuries are dirty. I have scars from YEARS ago that were small scratches at the time, discolorations now. I was scratched by a goose once when I was 10, and that minor injury remained lashed over the back of my thumb for well over a decade. I have thin, pale discolorations of my forearms right now from over 8 years ago, made by a the slip of a bird’s foot. A small circle between my pointer and middle finger from when I was bitten in high school, 20 years ago by a rescue parrot while I was helping out. Animals, even our mundane ones, have bacteria of all sorts that can become minorly infected and cause healing to take longer, to cause scarring to form. I can’t even imagine how much worse an injury from something in the Upside Down is.

I’ve seen fics where they talk about the one on his side, but these are the delicate ones I want to see mentioned. These are the ones I want to see Eddie touch with reverence for the horror of it, with respect for the fear that had come with them. The ones I want to see Steve draw in a too-quick breath when they’re touched, because he remembers the rough tail wrapped around his throat, dragging him down to his death, strangling the air from him. The one that bit him hurt him, this one made him panic, if only briefly. This one made him vulnerable to the others. These are the ones everyone is going to see, day to day. The ones he has to live with constantly instead of only with himself. The ones he’s gonna touch, himself, absently.

and i’m just curious if anyone else has written about them, or if I’m gonna have to do it myself

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scoopstomyahoy · 6 months

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thinking about a no upside down au steddie fic where steve and eddie run into each other years after moving away from hawkins, and eddie remembers steve and his fall from grace as king, and is kind of intrigued to see what kind of person he is now

and steve doesn’t remember him at all at first, because, look, eddie changed his hair again, and steve’s had a few head injuries (no upside down but i imagine he still went thru some shit with the party and with robin), and he didn’t really think about eddie in high school anyway, and he’s trying to forget about hawkins as much as possible (besides the kiddos, but they’re all moved out for college now, anyway) (obviously he lives with robin)

but steve is different now, happier, more open, flirts with guys, flirts with EDDIE, and eddie….. well, he wants to know more! and he tells steve he knows him from hawkins, and steve’s sunny little smile flickers a little, but he just apologizes for not remembering him and mentions he has some memory problems

and they get to know each other, and eventually as eddie tells him more (and maybe with the help of some yearbooks) steve remembers eddie. and. well. they like getting to know each other. and they like each other. and then they get together

eventually they’ve been together for a while, and eddie thinks he wants to maybe introduce steve to wayne, and he mentions he’s going to go back to hawkins for a long weekend (as he’s done a couple times) and this time he’d like steve to join him

and again steve’s sunny smile flickers a bit, but he says he’d love to meet eddie’s uncle, and… they go to hawkins. and it goes well— meeting wayne, at least, but steve seems a little on edge the whole time they’re there, tense when they drive in, fidgety when they go to the grocery store, et cetera. eddie thinks maybe steve is nervous about staying with the man who raised eddie, which is ridiculous, because wayne LOVES steve.

it’s not til they leave the town altogether that steve relaxes, and eddie realizes it wasn’t “meeting the parents” but rather going back to hawkins. and speaking of meeting the parents, steve didn’t ever bring his own up, even though eddie knew they still lived in hawkins. and the way steve glanced around whenever they went in public, like he was scared of getting recognized

and he asks about it, and steve doesn’t really want to talk about it, but he gives eddie snippets of it. people he wanted to leave behind in hawkins, memories that resurfaced, things he wants to forget

eddie goes back to see wayne sometimes, and the first time he doesn’t know whether to ask steve to come, so he just mentions he’s thinking about going to hawkins for some weekend and steve immediately starts making plans with him as if the invite is implicit. they go back to hawkins several more times, steve still tense and pent up the whole time they’re there

over time steve reveals more and more to eddie. everything that made hawkins hell for him, from the things he himself did in high school to the things people did to him. stuff tommy and carol and billy said to him. some of it is just typical high school bullshit (and oh, the nancy thing.) some of it is the tragedies steve went through, the horrors he had to protect his kids from. the injuries he sustained. more generally the homophobia that permeated the whole town, keeping steve from being himself. the lack of support in the indiana public school system for a high school senior who’s had two concussions and gone through incredible trauma.

his parents. the reason why steve’s mail is addressed to ‘steve buckley’ now, not ‘steve harrington’.

(that doesn’t come out until much, much later, and eddie is kicking himself for ever suggesting steve come back to hawkins.)

eddie, who hardly had an easy time of it in hawkins, is absolutely blown away by what steve had gone through in the same town, right under his nose. the entire persona that steve was trying to leave behind — the cool as a cucumber, unaffected, douchey mask he wore to hide all that he had endured. the head injuries. the emotional tragedies he had gone through. the way he had to be the rock for the kids even as he went through the same things as them.

he tries to tell steve they never have to go back to hawkins again, and steve is having none of it. he tells steve wayne can come visit them in their new city, and steve thinks that’s completely unfair to the man who had raised eddie, seriously, you’re going to make him come all the way up here?

and well i don’t know exactly what the ending is but steve is so stubborn about trying to love hawkins because it was eddie’s home and he wants to be able to go see wayne because wayne deserves to see his kid and eddie deserves to see his uncle and steve doesn’t want to be the problem :(

#steddie #stranger things #this isn’t very fleshed out but just. hawkins as an incredibly scarring place for steve #something built up in his mind as a very dangerous place for him not just because of what happened there but who he had to be there #i think ultimately it would culminate in them going back to hawkins and running into steve’s parents when they least expect it #and steve gets to yell at them in public and tell them they suck and ruin their image and eddie is being his little guard dog next to him #baring his teeth #for the no upside down part of the au i think it would have to be like. nebulous tragedy of season 1 struck them #barb still died (sorry barb) so that his relationship with nancy falls apart. will and el are twins and they disappear the same night #steve knows the kids earlier in the timeline in this one and has already basically adopted them when will and el go missing #eddie was never the victim of a massive witch hunt but jason still harasses him during his third senior year and gets ppl to gang up on him #so he was never like Wanted by all of hawkins and can never return but he sure doesn’t feel welcome there besides w wayne #oh i also think it would be important that one of the trips steve snaps at eddie bc he’s so strung out and immediately regrets it #and takes it as proof that when in hawkins Steve Is A Bad Person and tries to explain this to eddie #eddie meanwhile is trying to convince steve that he’s not a bad person and that he was being mean because he’s completely stressed out #and he wouldn’t be so stressed out if he didn’t make himself come back to hawkins #anyway ultimately. steve realized hawkins is just a place where bad things happened. it is not a place that makes people (including himself)#bad. it’s just. a place. and steve did not grow and change for the better bc he got out of hawkins. he got better bc he put the effort in #god i just. love steve so much and the version of him in my mind is so much better developed than what the duffers are doing

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gravegroves · 9 months

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You know what I love? I love that moment in fic where a character fucks up. And I mean fucks. UP! Where the thing that's been building in the shadows, the thing about themselves that they've been warned about but kept ignoring and refuse to work on suddenly rears its head and bites the character in the ass.

That moment where a character says exactly the wrong thing to be hurtful and it's like all the air in the room is suddenly sucked away. That moment where the other character, the one that's been patient finally runs out of that patience and snaps or leaves or just realises that they're done with this person's bullshit.

That moment of Oh. A different Oh than fandom usually talks about. The Oh, shit. I finally went too far and I just realised that it wasn't worth it at all to see how far I could push this person and now I might've lost them for good kind of Oh. It's so painfully cathartic and I love the tightness I get in my chest from it.

And I love it because fic is predictable. Because unless tagged otherwise (insert bugs bunny meme: I wish anyone that doesn't tag unhappy endings a very step on Lego bricks forever) there is a general expectation that things are going to work out. That this character is going to sort out their shit and make everything right again. I live for that stuff. I don't even care if it's cliché. The amount of emotional release I get from a character realising they royally fucked up, doing something about it, then apologising and being forgiven? Mwa! Chefs kiss, 10/10.

#gravegroves rambles #and i bet you guys think i'm talking about Billy #nah brah #the good shit is when Steve fucks up #because it happens so rarely #let SOMEONE apologise to Billy and mean it

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ickypuppi3 · 2 years

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while we’re on the subject of birthdays-

can i just talk about billy’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad 18th birthday (that ends not so terribly)

so it starts with steve telling billy he’s really sorry, baby but his parents are dragging him away to visit family during billy’s birthday and there’s nothing he can do to get out of it, so billy’s upset but heather comes to the rescue and says that she’ll do something at her house for him instead

but then

neil says that billy has to be home for his birthday because birthdays are for families and hawkins was supposed to be a fresh start and some other bullshit that all just equates to billy not being able to leave the house on his birthday and he’s obviously upset because now he can’t see steve or his friends

but he agrees anyway because he knows arguing with neil when he has his mind set on something is pointless

and then the 29th rolls around

and billy does stay at home

and everything’s fine

until it isn’t

until billy says something, until neil takes something the wrong way, until billy uses the wrong tone of voice and then suddenly billy’s storming out the house and trying not to cry because he just wanted one good fucking birthday

and billy gets in his car and just drives because he’s in a mood and steve’s out of town and life’s bad and awful and he hates everything and he ends up sat in his car at the quarry, smoking and moping and thinking that nothings ever gonna get better

and then another car pulls up beside him

steve’s car

and billy doesn’t even have time to register what’s happening before steve, heather and robin are climbing out of the car and bundling into the camaro, steve in the passenger seat and the girls in the back

and billy’s like how did you know i was here how is steve here what’s actually happening right now and robin says something about max calling her to tell her billy walked out the house so robin called heather and while they were wondering what to do, steve called and said he made it back early and wanted to surprise billy

and billy’s just sitting there, speechless, taking it all in, bottom lip definitely not wobbling

and that’s when he notices this big ass box robin has balanced on her lap and she opens it for him to see inside and

he just laughs

because in front of him is the wonkiest, most shittily iced cake he’s ever seen in his life, complete with rainbow sprinkles, candles and everything

and then he really does cry

because he’s found his people

and they actually care about him

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flowercrowngods · 10 months

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i need someone (steve) to take one look at mike wheeler after being told that this kid readily walked off the quarry at twelve years old, and see past his walls and his bullshit and see the kindness and bravery that lies beneath the trauma and depression (and puberty). i need someone to take one look at him and see that he’s not doing fine at all — and hasn’t for a while.

#i have this thing in my drafts where steve finds mike at the quarry after dustin told him mike essentially jumped down there #and all steve hears is ‘my friend was ready to die at 12 tears old’#‘my friend was deeply depressed before trauma even got to take a hold of him’#and steve thinking years ago ‘when i first liked a boy i came here too. thought about jumping’#and mike just. looking at steve and suddenly falling apart because yes sure he did it for dustin but he also just. wanted to.#has been wanting to. and then will was gone and people always say bad things happen to boys who like boys and mike has been feeling guilty #back then yes but also ever since. it never stopped. just like his love for will didn’t stop. and asking steve if everything is his fault?#for liking will and then liking el only to fall for will again #and steve hugs him and tells him that he’s going to be okay and that the world ending isn’t mikes fault at all.#and that if he ever thinks about jumping again?? he needs to tell steve and they’ll find a way out.#idk it’s like. very heavy to think about but please i need. i need more steve and mike bonding #and this has probably been done before bc it’s been years but yeah. uh.#internalised homophobia internalised biphobia and impressionable kids who think all the wrongs of the world are their fault #yknow yknow the usual

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schnuckiputz · 1 year

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what if...what if after season 2 the hospital called the harrington's about steve and for once they actually picked up the phone.

what if, hopper, and the kids left him that night, safely tucked away in a hospital bed, and when they came back the next day, steve was just...gone.

at first, they think he just checked himself out of the hospital (because steve definitely is 'that dude'). but no, the staff assured them, his father came and took him home. but when they try to visit him, the only thing they find are a moving company and people packing away the harrington's entire house. the harrington's are just gone.

months later, nancy gets a postcard. it's beat up, the ink so smudged it's nearly illegible. there are just a few words: "they took me. trying to make my way back. steve."

in the end, it'll take nearly two years until they see steve again: when he rolls back in town in a beat-up truck just in time to help them stop the apocalypse. he's lost a lot of hair but apparently gained a sarcastic loudmouth soulmate and a fluffy haired metalhead on the way instead.

because, you see, two years ago, when richard harrington got to the hospital, he didn't care about how steve got injured but only about him getting in another fight. and he finally had enough of this problem child, who seemingly refused to fall in line with what was expected of a harrington. so richard harrington took his drugged up concussed son out of the hospital, loaded up his wife and a few clothes, and drove a few hundred miles to a boot camp in the middle of nowhere to finally get him straightened out.

#it takes steve days to realise what happened and then he proceeds to go apeshit #but he's surrounded by people who don't give a single fuck that he's a obviously traumatised teenager #he tries to run away several times but the camp has a deal with the local police #and every time he tries his stay gets extended #until he just decided to keep a low profile for a while until he can finally way to get the fuck out of there #the way back to hawkins takes months and months and months because he has no money and no car and for a while he loses himself #but he finds himself again when he stumbles across the punk scene and finally gets something like a support system #thats where he first meets robin in a gay bar #and later eddie in an underground tattoo parlor #i dont know where this came from #i blame the behind the basterds podcast and their episodes on the troubled teen industry #stranger things #stranger things hc #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie

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blushweddinggowns · 2 months

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Chrissy was used to nightmares. She had them just as much as the next girl. Well… maybe more often considering how it was a weekly problem. But her nightmares had always been predictable. Her mom screaming at her and calling her ugly in front of the whole school, everyone somehow finding out she that she might, maybe, (definitely), was gay, or the classic of going to class naked on accident. Though the last one usually had the little spin of Jason vomiting at the sight of her nude. A fact that she actually missed, considering how lately Robin had replaced him in her subconscious as the disgusted party.

The point was, they were normal and often. But they were never like this. Because for the past few days she had been plagued with horrifying dreams, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. There was this thing that kept following her in them, calling to her, chasing her. It knew things about her that no one else did, which should have made sense. It was her own mind after all. But… something felt wrong. It wasn’t like she was digging up her own personal demons, it felt like her brain was being invaded by pure malice, like something desperately wanted her dead.

It made no sense. The thing had a voice, one that she didn’t recognize despite how surreally present it felt. Almost… like she could hear it even when she wasn’t sleeping. A symptom of her lack of sleep she was sure, that had her way too freaked out. She was definitely being over dramatic about the whole thing. They were just dreams, they would pass eventually. So she kept them to herself, deciding that there was no reason in worrying anyone over her stupid brain. She would fly under the radar until the weirdness passed and then everything would be back to normal again. The only problem was that certain people were making it very hard to fly under the radar.

That was one issue about keeping her newer friends, they cared way too much. Eddie kept shooting her worried looks, Nancy was being extra attentive to her in their shared classes, and Steve had already sent her home with three different kinds of baked goods in the past five days. They knew something was wrong, but at least they bought her excuse. She blamed all their worries on her mom. All of the pressure she was putting on her for the big game. Which might as well have been true. She probably was the root cause to all of her nightmares anyway.

Everyone took it at face value. Everyone but Robin. Because of course, it would be Robin. Robin knew there was something more going on, if her constant hovering was anything to go by. She was extra attentive lately, doing the silliest little things. Like calling her thirty minutes after seeing each other, just to check in. Or carrying her books down the hallway for her with the prettiest smile, always saying something about how it was a band nerd’s duty to take care of the head cheerleader. It was so stupid and Chrissy always tried to half heartedly fight her on it, even though she always lost. And Chrissy… hated how much she loved that.

It didn’t help that Jason was starting to get weird about the whole thing. Always making joking reminders that he was her boyfriend. Not that Chrissy cared. She wished she did, but… she really had to break up with him soon. It would make the Robin fantasies easier to handle. Then at least she’d only have to feel guilty to one person. She just had to wait until the game was over, and then she’d do it. But for now she had bigger problems.

Because the dreams weren’t passing. If anything they were getting worse, she was getting worse. She was dead tired all the time, sleep or no sleep. It was bad enough that she just decided to stop trying by the third day. It wasn’t safe. Even a half hour nap was enough space for the nightmares to come crawling back. They were starting to mess with her, bad. Bad enough for it to get harder and harder to hide it. Bad enough for her to actually hallucinate.

Or at least, that’s what she thought was happening. There was no other explanation than her going insane from sleep deprivation. She just… hadn’t expected it to get so life like. And she knew no one else was seeing what she was. She couldn’t tell anyone, not unless she wanted to be put into a mental institution. Even Robin would think she was crazy for this.

Probably.

Maybe.

Or maybe not. Robin was far from the type to judge. She was tempted. But… no. Especially not after what happened in the bathroom.

One minute she was throwing up in the toilet and the next her mom was there. Calling her, taunting her. But it wasn’t her. She couldn’t make the walls shake. She couldn’t make Chrissy see that thing. She had ran the second things had calmed down. It was too real, way, way too real. It was getting harder to justify what was happening. How could it all be in her head?

But then again, how could it not be?

All Chrissy knew was that she needed sleep. Uninterrupted, demon less sleep. Then she would be fine. That was it. If she had to force it then fine. She couldn’t go on like this for another night. Chrissy wasn’t exactly a big fan of doing drugs, but she was still friends with a drug dealer. It seemed to be her best bet.

And Eddie had been nice about it when she went to see him. Of course he had. He was always so sweet to her, despite the fact that she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t even have the courage to admit that they were friends in public while he was fully ready to give her free ketamine. Ride included.

But despite the guilt, she still took him up on it. If it could tranquilize a horse, than it would definitely work for her. Then this nightmare would finally be over. The hope was enough to get her through the rest of the night, despite the fact that she was dancing on dead feet. But they won thank god, that meant that Jason would be too busy celebrating to pay her any attention. She slipped away with ease, too exhausted to notice any sharp eyes following her to Eddie’s van.

She just needed this to be over.

Eddie was the perfect gentlemen when they got inside the trailer. He even offered to put some music on, an obvious attempt to calm her down. Just one more sign that her perfect mask had long since slipped. She was too busy jumping at shadows to pretend otherwise. She stayed in the living room as he dug around for it, hugging herself as she waited.

The music was at least helping. Her grandma used to love Karen Carpenter. She closed her eyes, gently humming it to herself as she waited. Then, she felt an ice-cold draft, which was odd. She knew he had closed the door behind them. She opened her eyes, fully expected to see the Munson door hanging open.

But she wasn’t in the trailer. She was… home. Chrissy whipped around, nearly stumbling as she looked at her living room. How-what? She could barely even comprehend what was happening before the lights started to flicker, the stairs creaking.

“Chrissy.”

It was him. That horrible, horrible voice. But now it was closer than ever, coupled by heavy foot steps on straining woods. But this wasn’t right. She wasn’t asleep. It was like the damn bathroom all over again but worse. How did she get here? Where was Eddie? Where were her parents? Her brother?

“Chrissy.”

That sound felt invasive, like it was slicing right through her. Invisible fingers prodding in her brain, bizarre and painful. And it was only getting closer.

She had no idea what was happening, who he was or what he wanted.

She just knew she had to run.

She sprinted in a random direction, anywhere to get away from that voice. But things kept changing. Her windows weren’t her windows, all of them boarded up. There were no working doors, there was nothing. Only the sound of that thing slowly coming towards her. And… singing. A soft voice coming from a direction she couldn’t name.

It was almost like it was coming from everywhere, but it was so small in comparison to it. The thing that was rounding the corner, disgusting and vaguely human shaped. A thing made of pure malice, staring her down as she cried for help, banging on the boarded up windows. But no one was coming, no one could hear her.

She turned, just to find herself nearly face to face with it, a gnarled, burned monster.

She was going to die here. She didn’t know how she knew but the second it touched her she would be gone.

It was talking as it reached for her, words that Chrissy couldn’t hear, she was too terrified to retain any monologues. She was too busy having her life flash before her eyes, the sickening realization hitting that she was never going to see anyone she loved again.

Then… she heard it again. The singing. It was clearer now, louder despite the fact that her mind was so loud. But she knew she heard it, somewhere here. She had nowhere to go, she knew that. She had already tried and trying again would just lead to this again, delayed by mere moments.

But then she heard him, the sound of Eddie’s voice screaming, “Chrissy! Wake up! I don’t like this! What the fuck!”

It was enough to have her moving, her body acting before her mind could catch up. She ducked right out of his slow, methodic reach, diving between the creatures legs before bolting.

The entire house was different now, derelict and devoid of anything that used to make it hers. She was somewhere else again, but that didn’t stop her from running up the stairs, desperately trying to follow those voices.

She could hear it coming after her, more hurried than the slow walk from before. She didn’t look back, she just burst into the first door she could find, her heart in her throat as she looked around. She didn’t have to look far. There on the far wall was… her. She could see herself floating in the air, Eddie screaming below her. It didn’t make sense but she wasn’t going to question it.

Not when she felt the air go cold behind her, that voice growling, “Come back.”

She didn’t. She sprinted forward, running right into the image of herself. Then everything changed, within a split second. Suddenly she was falling, landing right on top of a still screaming Eddie.

She scrambled back, breathing heard as she frantically looked around. She was back, it was gone, but not for good. All she could do then was burst into tears.

from the next chapter of this fic

#steddie #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #eddie munson #steddie fic #chrissy lives #steve harrington #the universe trapped in your skin #it's been months since i updated this story #mostly because season 4 is very messy and hard to wrap my head around in the way I want to do it #but im finally writing it again #more than i have in months #no idea when it will update but hey things are happening!

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pendinganchor · 1 year

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“we never see billy change his ways in canon”

because he dies saving all their lives?????????

#i don’t understand how antis can just completely ignore the fact that billy saved them #not even just el #ALL OF THEM #because if billy had stepped out of the way the mindflayer would have killed el #then turned and killed as many other as it could before joyce shut the gate #el cared about billy for 0.2 seconds and he used that comfort to fight off the possession and sacrifice himself #how the fuck is that not a redemption arc???#all jonathan had to do was say ‘i shouldn’t have done that’ for nancy to be like ‘it’s fine’#and all steve had to do was befriend a gay person #or do we just completely forget season one happened #tbh i think y’all choose to ignore it #and stop trying to defend lucas when y’all were probably the same people who hated on him in season one when he didn’t blindly trust el #see it’s the same where y’all think billy should have blindly trusted steve #why are y’all obsessed with blind trust???#couldn’t be me #if i say y’all one more time i might start laughing wtf #anyway i just woke up and shouldn’t be getting this upset #userkarson #stranger things #billy hargrove

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strangersteddierthings · 10 months

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Eventually Eddie tells Steve about what happened, what his friends said

Steve shows up at Gareth’s with the nail bat

Hmm... politely disagree, nonny. Steve showing up with a nail bat is insulting, especially since he and Eddie are at a point where they talk about the things that upset them. Eddie would be furious if Steve threatened his friends with physical violence.

It's Robin who shows up with the nail bat.

#Anonymous #Ask #She's spent a whole week after Eddie tells her and Steve what happened #making Steve teach her how to do the twirl with it #“because I'm curious‚ Stephen. Now teach me.”#And she government named him so that means he's not allowed to ask follow up questions.#(She was hanging out with Steve when Eddie showed up #after leaving the Hideout and while she's not Eddie's Platonic Soulmate #they are very very close #so she listened as he vented about what had happened.)#and she knows Gareth from school‚ of course #so‚ after threatening him to grow up and quit trying to ruin her besties love life #she gets him to swear to never speak of this to anyone lest she have to return with the bat #gareth believe her and promises before backing into his house and shutting the door #she makes it two steps away from the door before twirling the bat again #and IMMEDIATELY fumbling it #but gareth didnt see so he's still afraid of her

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bsxcrxts · 9 months

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you aren’t alone, that gif drives me nuts too 😮‍💨

I don’t even have a coherent thought to share

#WHY IS HIS AGGRESSION HOT TO ME ITS NOT HOT WITH OTHER MEN #is it because I know he’s holding back and he’s conscious of it and he’s definitely never actually lose control and actually hurt me??? IDK #like I also think it’s hot when he throws a little jealousy pity party and pouts and I rarely think that about men #that’s when you know my goose is cooked. when I think they’re hot when they’re being bitchy #happens w Steve too tbh #Luke 💛

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kedreeva · 2 years

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genuinely do not understand the number of people who think Steve Harrington has not seen Star Wars at all, much less not multiple times. He literally has a secret handshake with Dustin involving lightsabers- a handshake STEVE initiates when they're reunited, implying he's not just playing along with Dustin, he's excited about it. When Keith asks him about his top movies, and he says Star Wars and then is kind of a ditz about what they're about, it's not because he's lying and they aren't his favorite. It's not because he's never seen them and he's trying to get the job or look cool to Keith. They're literally some of his favorite movies because he watched them with Dustin and he loves that little shit. And yeah, he probably genuinely didn't Get everything about them, but he doesn't need to. He gets enough to know that watching them with Dustin may have genuinely been one of the best experiences of his life.

Because, like, how do you think Tommy and Carol watched movies? I can guarantee you it wasn't with their whole hearts. I can guarantee you it wasn't with wonder. I can also guarantee you that Steve wasn't allowed to watch things that way in their presence, either, not with "aww king steve has a heart" carol, not with Tommy cackling over him showing one (1) emotion. Dustin nerding out over, like, basically everything, getting genuinely excited about the special effects or the plot or the characters, and encouraging Steve when he thinks the fight scenes are cool or when Steve tentatively makes a connection about something in the plot? Steve actually feeling like he has common ground with Dustin? Hell, Steve finally feeling like he has common ground at all with the person watching along with him? Don't even get me started on the fact that he got so comfortable in his love for them that he blurted out "the one with the teddy bears!" to Keith, as if he has just been allowed to like the cute, fluffy Ewoks not only without being judged, but alongside someone else that enjoys them- because I'd bet Dustin likes them, too.

And like. idk how many of you have seen Animal House, it's an old movie. It's a comedy about frat house shenanigans, and an obvious choice for who Steve used to be because you need zero thoughts to watch it. Of course that's the first thing out of his mouth, he's probably watched it a dozen times with Tommy, doesn't even have to really think. But when Keith makes him focus and actually think? And he names Star Wars? Listen I've seen the original movies at least 20 times each, my best friend when I was a kid was (and is) obsessed with those movies (when I grew up it was only those three). We biked around pretending to be xwings. He had every star wars toy it seemed like. We played a computer game where you ran missions as a pilot and he'd fly and I'd man the keyboard so we could turn the 1-person 1st-person shooter into a two person play. Like, my childhood was jurassic park and star wars. And I genuinely couldn't tell you the sub-titles of the three movies, definitely not the order. The fact that Steve doesn't immediately recognize "a new hope" as the title of one of the movies doesn't mean he didn't LOVE them.

idk man! I just love the thought of Steve actually really liking Star Wars. And maybe he doesn't really Get them in the same way Dustin or the other kids, or even Eddie and Robin would Get them, but I think he genuinely does like them in his own Steve way, and I think it's only half because they're good movies. I think a lot of it has to do with having seen them with Dustin and the bonding experience that came with it.

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