#cynical steve

[undergroundrockpress]

80s garage punk flyers Artwork by Steve Magee.

#80s garage punk #Steve Magee #the cynics #1980s

[neonponders]

For @billyhargrovebingo​​ 🎥 👻

BINGO! (one column done!) ~ read on ao3 ~

B3 - “You don’t have to come...”

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“You don’t have to come.”

“No, no, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Billy sassed behind him. Steve’s eyes rolled, but he couldn’t be huffy for long. Places like this were just shy of derelict; hell, some of the rooms didn’t have proper floorboards. It was very possible to fall through the floor of a bedroom and land in the ceiling of a parlor or worse: the basement.

“Got that camera rolling?”

“Of course I do,” Steve droned. “That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Just dotting your eyes, pretty boy. If you’re sweet to me, I’ll cross your t’s later.”

That got a sputtered laugh out of him. “What does that even mean?”

“It means that if I’m driving your ass hundreds of miles to an old, haunted estate, then I’m at least getting some ass for it.”

“No one said you had to come!” Steve repeated, and for emphasis, he turned the flash on and pointed the camera at him. Billy squinted at him and palmed the front of the camera to get it out of his face.

“The right thing to say is thank you.”

“It’s hard to be thankful when you volunteer only to complain the whole time.”

Billy sauntered behind him through what had supposedly been ‘the music room’ for the family that owned this place. It had a long wall of windows, which were probably spectacular during the day. As for now, they had a romantic view of the setting sun over the lake behind the house. Otherwise, every window of the house forebode obsidian eyes watching them after nightfall.

“It’s just my luck that the only other queer in Hawkins has a thing for ghosts.”

Steve sent a silent apology to Robin, who would have to make another voiceover for their footage because his and Billy’s conversations weren’t exactly sharable. Then he spun around and accused, “Is that why you’re with me? Because of slim pickings?”

Billy grinned like a cocky wolf. “I don’t have slim pickings. Plenty of bored housewives to choose from at the pool.”

Steve shook his head, extracting a simple EMF reader from his jacket pocket just to have something else to look at. “It’s easier getting ghosts to talk than a simple confession out of you.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Billy insisted. “Your usual pals were too chicken shit to come along to this location.”

“Yeah, but it’d still be nice to have some big boy words now and then,” Steve retorted stiffly. “And replacing my usual superstitious freshmen who can’t do long road trips during finals week isn’t much of a medal of honor.”

“Sinclair sure seemed like he wanted to be an extra hundred miles away from this place,” Billy conversed as he opened one of the French doors to the back patio. A gentle breeze blew in some dead leaves.

“Can you blame him? Who wants to hang out with a bunch of dead conservatives?”

“He needs to get better friends,” Billy said, “or at least friends with better interests. Most of the time ghost stories are old white people with too much emotional baggage.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Okay, ghost shrink,” he countered as he hit a Marlboro Reds box against his hand. “What’s your dream case?”

“You need a cigarette?” Steve wondered as he watched Billy light up. "You smoked all the way here."

Billy’s metal lighter chimed as he put it away. "We've been exploring the property for over an hour."

“Right, that's enough fresh air for one day.”

Billy exhaled smoke that looked almost white in the twilight gloom as he smirked in Steve’s direction. “Do you wanna tell me about the Camel Blues you keep under your driver’s seat?”

Steve shrugged as he set up the tripod to film a time lapse of the sun setting. “I quit for Nancy, but life’s hard. Sometimes I’m delusional enough to think they help.”

Steve slouched over the banister next to him, and looked at the offered cigarette when Billy knocked their legs together. He accepted, earning a smug warmth in Billy’s face as he watched Steve indulge. The embers bloomed with his breath before he handed it back. Billy set the filter between his lips and mumbled, “Tell me what your dream ghost hunt is.”

“Uh,” Steve sighed like were shy. Billy gave him time to get over that and he admitted, “Maybe the prince of France.”

“That’s specific.”

Steve laughed and explained, “Really it’s just a reason to spend a week drinking wine on a French beach, but supposedly the locals have seen a ten year old boy wandering a suburb where a mass grave was excavated. The local legend is that it’s Marie Antoinette’s son. He died pretty bad and was buried in a pauper’s grave.”

“Unmarked,” Billy deduced. “How’d he die?”

“You don’t wanna know. He was ten.”

“I got that part. His parents were decapitated,” Billy said bluntly. “How creative did the French get when it came to the kid who would’ve been the future king?”

“Censored story short: tuberculosis.”

“The whore’s disease.”

“Do you have to say it like that?”

“Do you need history watered down for you?”

“I don’t like thinking of bad things happening to ten year olds,” Steve defended. He plucked the cigarette from Billy’s lips and took a long hit.

Billy gazed at the overgrown lawns curving around the lake. There was a dock on one side, but Billy didn’t trust it to be sturdy for anything heavier than the spiders’ webs. “What would you do? If you got evidence of the kid?”

“I don’t know,” he deflated. “Probably just...talk to him. After the kid was forced to testify against his mom in a court full of people who already hated her, he went mute.”

Billy’s eyes went distant, fingers auto-piloting when Steve handed the cigarette back to him. “What would you say?”

“Just...I’m sorry. We know better now. It wasn’t your mom’s fault, or yours. You were just a kid. You deserved better. You deserved safety and happiness from the adults around you. That sort of thing.”

Billy sniffed, and Steve glanced at him. Billy’s nostrils were a little bit pink; easy to see, since he had a big nose. Steve liked his nose. He didn’t like Billy feeling vulnerable, though. Sometimes Steve forgot that about Billy: the guy was cocky and loud, but fragile.

“People haven’t learned shit. They’re still assholes to kids.”

“Your sister would definitely take your head off for a free lunch.”

Billy blinked and posed accusatory eyes on him. Steve smiled, the tension breaking as he looked down at his watch. “Say something nice for Robin. She’s the one who has to edit all this footage.”

“Wish you could third-wheel our date, Buckley, but not really.”

Steve pursed his lips at him as he snuffed the filter out on the banister and flicked it out into the bushes. “Wha - go get that!”

“Hell no.”

“This is a historical site!”

“Then they should fix the foundation.”

But Steve muscled him out into the yard to hunt down the cigarette filter, and wound up using a littered grocery bag to collect even more garbage. As Billy stuffed a couple of beer cans into it, he complained, “This isn’t what I had in mind for ghost hunting, Harrington.”

Steve groaned as he stood up straight, lifting his ribs to pop his back. “Did you mean it when you said this is a date?”

“Worst date I’ve ever been on. If I find a used condom in these bushes, I’m leaving your ass here.”

Steve laughed and touched his arm. “I’m serious. Is that why you always drive me?”

Billy sighed and waved a vague gesture to the moon overhead. “Well, for some reason, the lighting is always the best in haunted locations. Makes me want to kiss somebody I’m soft on.”

Steve smiled and tossed the bag at the bottom of the patio stairs. “Yeah?”

Billy closed the distance between them, dirt smudged fingers finding Steve’s waist. “Yeah. Is there room for two on that French beach of yours?”

Steve laughed, arms coming to rest on Billy’s shoulders. “More like two hundred tourists. I’ll pack an extra glass for you.”

“Your dad’s got frequent flier miles, right?”

Steve’s brows lifted. “You wanna go soon?”

“I wanna go cheap. Make your dad pay for your hobbies.”

“Oh,” Steve snorted. “I told you I’d give you gas money. I’m good for it.”

Billy petted his cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I already said what I’m here for, and it’s not your money, Steve. It’s to have the first hand experience of you screaming and shitting yourself at a ghost.”

“Just kiss me like a polite boyfriend for once,” Steve ordered bluntly.

The tip of Billy’s tongue slid over his lips. “Nothing polite about how I’m about to desecrate this historical site.”

They did not hand over the footage for Robin to edit. Which on one hand, spared her from knowing her dingus friends way too well. On the other, Steve could never receive confirmation for what he swore were people humming in the camera’s speakers.

#sorry i watched a doc about marie antoinette's kids and now it's everyone's problem #harringrove #ficlet #billy bingo #billyhargrovebingo #ghost hunter!steve #ghost hunters!au #cynic!billy

[theoriginalsapphic]

what the opening track in their spotify playlist represents according to ChatGPT

Will Byers (Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash)

The song “Should I Stay or Should I Go” by The Clash is a classic rock track that features themes of uncertainty, ambivalence, and indecision. It’s a song about a character who is struggling to decide whether to stay in a relationship or leave.

A character who is represented by “Should I Stay or Should I go” might be someone who is facing a difficult decision or crossroads in their life. This could be a romantic relationship that they are considering leaving or staying in, or it could be a broader life choice.

The character might be feeling torn between conflicting emotions or desires, and struggling to weigh the pros and cons of the options. They might feel trapped or stuck in their current situation, but also afraid of making a change and facing the unknown.

Overall, a character represented by “Should I Stay or Should I Go” would likely be experiencing a sense of uncertainty o inner conflict, and grappling with the difficult task of making a tough decision.

Mike Wheeler (Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat)

“Smalltwon Boy” by Bronski Beat is a powerful and emotive song about a young gay man who feels isolated and ostracized in his small town. The lyrics describe the character’s experiences of discrimination, rejection, and loneliness, as he struggles to find acceptance and a sense of belonging.

A character who is represented by “Smalltown Boy” might be someone who is grappling with their identity as a sexual minority, and the challenges that come with being open and honest about their sexuality in a society that doesn’t fully accept them. They might feel alienated from their family and community, and struggle to find a sense of connection and belonging.

The character might be experiencing feelings of shame or guilt around their sexuality, and might be afraid of the judgment and rejection they might face if they were open about it. They might feel trapped and alone in their small town, and yearn for the freedom and acceptance they believe they might find elsewhere.

Overall, a character represented by “Smalltown Boy” would likely be experiencing a sense of profound isolation and disconnection, and struggling to find acceptance and belonging in a society that doesn’t fully embrace them for who they are.

El Hopper (Papa Don't Preach by Madonna)

“Papa Don’t Preach” by Madonna is a song about a young woman who is dealing with an unexpected pregnancy, and is struggling to navigate the conflicting pressures of family expectations, personal autonomy, and societal norms.

A character represented by “Papa Don’t Preach might be someone who is experiencing a sense of conflict or tension between their desires and goals, and the expectations or demands of their family or community. They might be facing a difficult decision that challenges their sense of identity or threatens to disrupt their established relationships or social status.

The character might feel torn between their own desires and the expectation placed upon them, and might be struggling to find the courage to assert their own agency and make decisions that feel authentic and true to themselves. They might feel pressure from their family or society to conform to certain norms or expectations, and might be experiencing feelings of guilt or shame around their choices.

Overall, a character represented by “Papa Don’t Preach” might be someone who is grappling with the complexities of balancing their own desires and needs with the expectations and demands of their family and community, and who is seeking to find a path forwards that feels true to themselves and aligned with their own sense of identity and purpose.

Dustin Henderson (Break On Through (To The Other Side) by The Doors)

The character represented by “Break On Through (To The Other Side)” is someone who is seeking a way to escape their current circumstances and find something more meaningful in life. This person may feel trapped in their current situation, whether it be a dead-end job, a stagnant relationship, or simply a lack of direction or purpose.

The lyrics suggest a sense of urgency and a desire to break free from these constraints and find a new path forward. The character may be feeling frustrated or restless, and may be willing to take risks or make bold choices in order to pursue their goals. At the same time, there may be a sense of fear or uncertainty about what lies ahead.

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Lucas Sinclair (Bicyle Race by Queen)

This character is someone who is searching for a sense of freedom and liberation in their life. They may feel trapped or limited by their circumstances and are looking for an escape from their mundane routine. Riding a bicycle provides them with a sense of liberation and a feeling of being in control of their own destiny.

At the same time, this character is also someone who is a bit of a show-off. They like to be seen and recognized for their skills and abilities. They have a certain level of confidence and swagger, and they enjoy being the center of attention.

Underneath this carefree exterior, however, this character may be hiding deeper emotional pain or a sense of dissatisfaction with their life. They may feel disconnected from the people around them or unsure of their place in the world. Riding a bike is a way for them to escape these feelings and find a new sense of purpose and meaning.

Overall, this character is someone who is searching for a sense of freedom, independence and self-expression in their life, while also struggling with deeper emotional issues. They may be a bit of a risk-taker, but they are ultimately looking for a way to find a sense of meaning and purpose in their life.

Max Mayfield (California Dreamin' by The Mamas & The Papas)

A character represented by the song “California Dreamin’” by The Mamas & Papas could be someone who is yearning for a better life or a new beginning. The song’s lyrics describe their desire to leave a cold and dreary place behind in search of sunshine and freedom in California. The character may feel trapped or unsatisfied with their current situation and longs for a change.

The song’s themes of hope, escapism, and the search for something better could also suggest the character is somewhat of a dreamer, with a desire to break free from the limitation of their current circumstances. They may be optimistic about the possibilities that await them and willing to take risks to achieve their goals.

Alternatively, the character may have a sense of nostalgia or longing for a simpler time of past that they can never return to. The song’s lyrics could represent a desire to recapture a moment in time or a feeling of freedom that has been lost.

Overall, a character represented by “California Dreamin’” may be someone who is searching for meaning, purpose, or a sense of belonging, and is willing to take risks or make changes to find it.

Jonathan Byers (Creep by Radiohead)

The character represented by “Creep” by Radiohead is often someone who feels like an outcast or misfit, struggling with feelings of insecurity, inadequacy, and self-doubt. They may feel like they don’t fit with the people around them, and may even feel like they don’t deserve to be loved or accepted.

At the same time, this character often has a deep yearning for connection and intimacy. This character is aware of their own flaws and shortcomings, and feels like they are fundamentally different from the people around them, but they still long for human connection and affection.

In some cases, the character may be dealing with depression or other mental health issues, which can contribute to their feelings of alienation and isolation. They may feel like they are trapped in a cycle of negative thoughts and emotions, unable to break free from their own self-destructive patterns.

Ultimately, the character represented by “Creep” is someone who is struggling to find their place in the world and connect with others, even as they feel like they fundamentally flawed or unworthy. The song captures the pain and longing that comes with this struggle, and offers a powerful message of empathy and understanding for anyone who has ever felt like they don’t belong.

Nancy Wheeler (Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper)

A character represented by the song “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper might be someone who is breaking free from societal expectations and gender roles. This character could be a woman who has been raised in a conservative or traditional environment and is now rebelling against those norms. They may be seeking to assert their independence and individuality, and the song’s upbeat and catchy melody reflects their newfound sense of liberation.

At the same time, the character may be facing pushback from those around them, including friends, family, and society at large. They may be judged or dismissed for their desire to enjoy life, and could feel misunderstood or isolated as a result. However, the character remains determined to live life on their own terms, embracing their own identity and celebrating the joy and freedom that comes with it.

Overall, a character represented by “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” is someone is unapologetically themselves, breaking free from societal norms and expectations to pursue their own happiness and fulfillment.

Steve Harrington (Take On Me by a-ha)

The song “Take On Me” by a-ha has a vibrant and youthful energy to it, which suggests a character who is adventurous, daring, and willing to take risks. The song’s lyrics also hint at a sense of longing and desire, as the character seems to be trying to win over someone’s affections.

A character who is represented by “Take On Me” might be someone who is not afraid to pursue their passions and dreams, even if it means going against the expectations of others. They might have a charismatic and charming personality, with a talent for making people feel energized and alive. At the same time, there may be a sense of sadness or loneliness lurking beneath the surface, as the character struggles to find genuine connection with others.

Overall, a character represented by “Take On Me” could be seen as a complex and multifaceted individual, with a bold and adventurous spirit that masks deeper feelings of uncertainty and insecurity.

Joyce Byers (Thriller by Michael Jackson)

A character represented by the song “Thriller” by Michael Jackson might be someone who is fascinated by the macabre, the supernatural, and the dark side of life. This person may be drawn to horror movies, spooky stories, and anything that gives them a thrill. They may also have a bit of a rebellious streak, as they are not afraid to challenge societal norms and embrace their inner weirdness.

At the same time, this character may also be struggling with their own identity and trying to find their place in the world. They may feel like an outsider, disconnected from those around them, and yearning for a sense of belonging. They may also be drawn to the darker side of life as a way to escape their own problems and find a sense of purpose.

Overall, a character represented by “Thriller” may be complex, multidimensional, and even a bit enigmatic. They may embody a mix of darkness and light, rebellion and conformity, and fear and excitement.

Jim Hopper (I've Been Everywhere by Johnny Cash)

“I’ve Been Everywhere” by Johnny Cash is a song about a wanderer who has traveled all around the country, visiting a multitude of different places. The song’s lyrics list off a vast array of locations, from small towns to major cities, and it paints a picture of someone who has seen and experienced a lot in their life.

A character represented by this song might be someone who is a bit of world-weary and jaded. They’ve seen so much and been to so many places that they might have become a bit cynical or disillusioned with the world. They might feel like they’ve seen it all and that nothing really surprises or excites the anymore.

Overall, a character represented by “I’ve Been Everywhere” might be someone who is equal parts adventurous and disillusioned, someone who has seen and done a lot but is still searching for something more.

i'm not saying that a stupid spotify playlist should serve as evidence of how a character's arc would proceed, but i'm saying that so far it feels pretty fucking accurate.

#the fact that two characters that are believed to be straight by the ga have the songs about dealing #with homophobia/struggling with your sexuality and not the one confirmed mlm queer character it's so 💀 #also the fact that el's song basically talks about the most common but wildly different interpretation of her character depending on who #birthing a new generation of the x-men or a character arc about autonomy and discovery of identity it's hilarious #byler #<< target audience #i also love how most of these talks about societal pressure and struggling with conformity vs freedom #and more specific with hopper being cynical and disillusioned after the things he has lived (war and child loss) #or jonathan with low self-esteem and sense of alienation from everyone #or max who longs to belong somewhere (and unsatisfied at the beginning of s2 because she had to move from california) #will byers #mike wheeler #el hopper #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #max mayfield #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jim hopper #joyce byers

[sophiathebanished]

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #vesties #that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen

[daydreamerdrew]

Winter Soldier (2012) #15

#had mixed thoughts on this when I first read it #I really like this more critical framing to Bucky’s training when he was a kid and have been wanting that for awhile #but the more cynical framing to Steve and Bucky's relationship was a surprise #this is the first issue after Ed Brubaker's long run writing Bucky ended #and I think under Brubaker the portrayal of their relationship was more limited to Bucky having hero worship for Steve #there is a bit in Captain America (2005) issue 31 that talks about how Bucky thinks Steve would have thought negatively of him #if he had known Bucky when he was younger and a more openly troubled kid #that Bucky thought of 'the anger and fear of the orphan kid the camp mascot' as the worst part of himself that he couldn't let Steve see #which is not at all connected to Bucky's training #or his role as Captain America's partner that did the 'dirty work' Captain America couldn't #and after a bit I've actually come around to this approach here by Jason Latour #I think it's better to let Bucky have more complicated feelings towards Steve #and that this is a really interesting dimension to add to their dynamic #the phrasing is really reminiscent of a moment in Black Widow (2010) issue 4 where Natasha calls Bucky a 'good man' #and he says 'Not really no. But you're the only person who understands that.' #which is also not written by Ed Brubaker #ultimately I think the phrasing of ‘the kid he remembers never even existed’ is too strong if it wasn’t for the specific context #that Bucky is really messed up at this moment from the ending of his relationship with Natasha #because his relationship with Steve is genuine and is very important to him #but it is also based in thinking that he could never be as good as Steve while also desperately wanting Steve to think highly of him #whereas his relationship with Natasha was more level and based in mutual understanding from having had similar (bad) experiences #while Bucky thinks really highly of Natasha that’s not (usually) coupled with a put down of himself for not being as good #granted at the end of their relationship he was saying that Natasha is better off without him #but I think that that was more of him trying to grapple with and make peace with what had happened #marvel #bucky barnes #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #my posts #comic panels

[spilladabalia]

The Cynics - Way It's Gonna Be

#the cynics #way it's gonna be #michael kastelic #gregg kostelich #steve magee #mike kolesar #garage rock #garage psych #garage punk #7'' single #1989 #Youtube

[thewistlingbadger]

They gayest thing about season 4 of stranger things is how STEVE HARRINGTON WAS SWAYED BY EDDIE MUNSON TO BELIEVE THAT NANCY WHEELER WAS INTO HIM

#thats the gayest shit ive ever heard #like damn bro you're so into eddie that youll listen to his advice? #and eddie. youre a gay man. the hell are you doing giving steve advice. talk about 'thats the trustest love my cynical eyes have ever seen' #st #stranger things #st4 #stranger things season 4 #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler

[grandwretch]

easter day fun fact... okay so I named my fic after this poem by Oscar Wilde called 'Easter Day'. my interpretation of the poem has always been that it was a critique of the Catholic church going against every value of Christ (slay) BUT ....

Not to be too sacrilegious on actual Easter Sunday, but this excerpt makes me go crazy about Steve:

Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest. I, only I, must wander wearily, And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.

anyway that feeling is what the whole fic is about, really, so it just fit! ... as well as being a timely reference lmao

#shut up az #Steve harrington #only I must wander #Southern baptist upbringing go brrrrrr #anyway my bestie Oscar once again writing a poem that is nominally Christian but in a gay and deeply cynical way #I can always count on him

[notclub33]

A Drip Splash Christmas

#CODP heads to Epcot for the Journey of Water, and get joined by the gang at NotClub33 to talk Holidays at Disney.

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#Amanda Burchins #Becky Wells #Bobby Burchins #Cynical Disney #Cynics on Disney #Pat Neistat #Steve Rhodes #The NotCast #walt disney world

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

Buzzfeed unsolved au with Robin as Shane and Steve as Ryan (maybe steve has had interactions with the supernatural- like it’s this au’s version of the upside down) and the two came together when they were almost killed at Scoops by murderous poltergeist(the mall was built on a cemetery/burial ground type shit) who burned the mall down, and as a way of coping with the traumatic event (and making money bc they needed jobs) they started a youtube channel of them hunting ghosts/the supernatural (as one does).

the kids get featured a lot, having a surprising amount of knowledge when it comes to the supernatural (supernatural club instead of D&D??? maybe the kids r actually supernatural??? idk). Dustin is always trying to get a permanent spot on their channel (while steve could be swayed, robin vetoed the idea).

the thing is, is that Steve is actually a magnet for the supernatural. like, this shit is DRAWN to his himbo single mother ass like the party to D&D. they same amount of ghosts that try to kill them, also hit on his ass.

(instead of steve screaming when the ghosts interact, he brings his nail bat, and starts fucking swinging at the first flicker of the lights)

#eddie could either be a demon in disguise messing with them #or a fellow OR rival ghost hunting you tuber who collabs (only bc the fans BEGGED) #who has a GIANT crush on steve dumbass himbo extrodanaure who DEFINITELY believes in ghosts #Steve thinks Eddie’s making fun of him while robin curses obvious bisexuals #she also curses flirty gays #robins coping mechanism is being cynical #this is a mess but i don’t care #steve harrington #robin buckley #the party #dustin henderson #stranger things au #stranger things #buzzfeed unsolved au #ao3 fic #fic idea #fan fic #fic prompt #fic ideas #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction ideas #fanfiction idea

[yabakuboi]

Steve and Eddie get a little studio apartment in the queer section of the city, by virtue of Steve getting hired as the building’s handyman. Half the residents are drag queens and there are RULES.

They can flirt with Steve all day long. Eddie (literally) will hiss and spit like a jealous cat, all red faced and pouting, which is INCREDIBLY entertaining. While the flirting is harmless, Steve’s pleased smile about how possessive Eddie is over him can melt the most cynical old queen’s heart. (They all think a lil “you’re welcome, Steve” for getting Eddie all riled up ever night.)

However, anyone who flirts with Eddie better be prepared. Steve’s glare is cold and cutting, and the silence after is worse. And if you piss him off enough, Steve is all for revenge. Better hope your toilet does clog or your sink keeps draining. Worst case is he’ll MAKE issues for you, until you make it up to him. And the only way to do that is to go support Eddie’s underground metal band and spend your hard earned money on his merch. (Eddie thinks Steve being a stone cold jealous bitch is hot.)

#steddie #shush mal #Steve’s a good sport 98% of the time tho #just don’t hit on his boy #Steve’s also the only one they can get into drag #Eddie refuses bcs he’s wrapped up in his big tough metal head persona still #they’ll get him eventually

[hellcheerficdatabase]

(she) might be the lovin kind

Author: hoppnhorn

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: Chrissy doesn’t believe in true mates. Humans are for sex and blood. But a boy in Hawkins changes everything.

Tags: Alternate Universe- Vampires, True Mates, Chrissy is cynical, Steve is a fluff ball, vampire sex, Chrissy is gone for Eddie, Eddie is naughty, Chrissy POV, one-shot, Status: Completed

#Alternate Universe- Vampires #True Mates #Chrissy is cynical #Steve is a fluff ball #vampire sex #Chrissy is gone for Eddie #Eddie is naughty #Chrissy POV #one-shot #Status: Completed #eddissy #eddie munson #eddie and chrissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy deserved better #hellcheer #stranger things #munningham #eddsy #chreddie #chrissy cunningham

[ladykailitha]

Season 1 AU. After the events at the Byers house, during that time when Nancy has broken up with him, Steve decides he's turned over a new leaf and so must everyone else. Nicole, Carol, Tommy H. He catches Tommy getting into a fight with one of Eddie's sheep and tells him to knock it off.

Eddie who was about to come in swinging is impressed. And maybe develops a little crush on new Steve.

Steve starts becoming a hard ass on and off the court, pushing his friends to be better people and in Tommy's case a better player. The coaches at first tell Steve to go easy on the team, but when they start seeing the results, they back off and let him at it.

He pushes Tommy to get counseling from Ms Kelly for his anger issues. And it works.

So Steve starts branching out and targeting other bullies and not just his friends.

He breaks up what he will later learn was a deal gone wrong between Eddie and a football player, causing Eddie to blurt "Marry me!"

Steve laughs and tells him to buy him dinner first.

Eddie is mortified. And all the Corroded Coffin boys make fun of him for it.

But Steve starts popping up wherever Eddie is and his poor little cynical heart can't handle it.

Steve is being nicer to people. Including a certain blonde trumpet player in Mrs Click's class. He tells her he has a problem remembering names, but asks her for help in the class (he lost his study buddy, Nancy and picks Robin.)

Now Steve can't be everywhere and so the bullies start being more slick about it. Taunts and sneers. Hip checks and "accidental" tripping.

But one of these bullies target Gareth, a freshman. One of the varsity basketball players, a senior.

So Steve challenges the guy to a game of one on one. If this dude loses, he'll give up his place as captain and make it Steve. If Steve loses, he'll give up basketball and his one man mission to stop the bullying.

Nancy who was in the hall at the time turns to one of her friends and asks her if that was as hot as she thought it was it. The other girl can only nod.

Everyone shows up to this game. And the bully is confident. There is no way that this scrawny little junior is going to best him.

Only for Steve to win.

Everyone is stunned.

Afterwards, Eddie asks if that date was still on the table. Steve laughs and says he'd been waiting all month for Eddie to ask.

Nancy who was one her way to ask Steve to take her back, is upset when she overhears this conversation. She lost her chance with Steve.

Which of course changes season 2 because now that King Steve is king for a different reason, Billy's antics get shut down fast. Not just by Steve, but Carol and Tommy, too.

The possibilities are juicy on how else it changes things.

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #season 1 au

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, lots of parallels, reader is a lil down on herself but don't worry, eddie is down bad for her.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed and smoking, smut!! 18+, minors DNI.

AN: do i write 90% of my fics based on what pops into my head when i hear a certain song? yeah. also this is only half edited bc life. enjoy bbs <3

“Okay, okay,” You laughed. “One more hit then I’m tapped out, Eds.”

Eddie grinned, speaking through a half-held breath. “Oh no, Sweetheart. New stuff hittin’ a little too hard?”

You inhaled deeply, passing back to him what was left of the joint. It went straight to your head, and you flopped back, laying comfortably on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie inhaled, following suit, making your body bounce as he hit the mattress.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Feel like I’m fuckin’ flying.” He grips your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Don’t let me float away, okay?”

You smile at him, taking in how fucking beautiful he looks under the dim lights in his bedroom.

“Never. You’re stuck with me, Eds.”

He looks down at you, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He took you in like he'd done 100 times before. Eyes trailing from your nose, to your eyes, landing at your mouth.

So fucking beautiful.

“Good," he breathes, pulling you in closer. "Just the way I like it.”

Eddie let go of you hand, only to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. He placed a kiss to the crown of your head, "This okay?"

It's all I want. You think.

"Or do we have to get up and go watch that cheesy chick-flick I promised we'd watch.

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your denim skirt. "I'd stay here all night if you let me."

That's all I want. He thinks.

Eddie leans back a bit, looking down at you. He's not sure if it's the weed making his so emotional, but he swears he could cry just looking into your eyes. "What am I gonna do if one of these dates you keep going on works out? What if someone takes you from me?"

He tries to sound relaxed, but the truth is, the thought keeps him up at night. There’s gonna be a guy that steals you away from him one of these days. Someone who can give you everything he can’t, someone brave enough to open their mouth and tell you just how much they love you.

and it'll crush him.

The laugh that escapes you is a cynical one, "Eddie, I've been on three dates with three different men, and I've gone home alone each time."

"So?" He asks.

"So," You scoff. "It means no one is interested in doing anything with me."

It’s true—to you at least. The guys you’d gone out with were either not looking to be tied down, or ran once they met you. The last guy thought you’d be easy because ‘the freak’s best friend has to be a freak herself right?’

The dates were a distraction for you. As your heart pined over the one guy you could have it all with, it was breaking too. Eddie hadn’t made a move on you—ever, and you weren’t brave enough too.

So the two of you sat in limbo, completely unaware that the other person was right there with you.

Eddie sits back, releasing you from his arms. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, sitting back as well.

"That. Act like you're the problem, and not these shitty fucking dudes you keep going out with.” Eddie tried to control his tone, but his temper got the better of him. He cursed at himself for it.

Jesus H. Christ, Munson, get it together.

You push back from him fully now, "Eddie, the common denominator is me. I-I'm fucking broken or something."

“Stop that.” He seethed.

It’s a command—a tone you've heard him use with Steve, or Dustin, but not you.

Never with you.

Eddie stood as you sat up, hanging your legs off the edge of the bed.

"What--"

He turned back and got to his knees right in front of you.

“Stop talking about yourself like that. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

He was close to you, and with him on his knees, his gaze was just at your eye level. “You’re not broken. There's nothing wrong with you, you’re—you’re fucking perfect.”

“Eddie…”

“No, no, just…just shush for a second.” Eddie moved his hand to your cheek, his thumb sweeping across it gently. “You think all this shit about yourself and it’s just not fucking true. I wish, for a second, you could see yourself how I see you. I fucking adore you.”

You feel the warmth of his breath on your nose. His large hand on your cheek warms you, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

Everything is Eddie in this moment. He’s invading every sense you had.

It’s overwhelming.

You can feel your eyes brim with tears. “You don’t have to say that, Eds. I’m okay. I’m just…I’m lonely, that’s all.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. He watched you, he saw the tears hidden beneath your lashes. How could you not see it? See how you were…everything to him?

His mind stopped for a moment, deciding whether or not to take the leap, to risk it all and not run for once.

Fuck it.

“I’m right here, Princess. I’ve been right here.” He leans his forehead on yours.

You exhale his name, “Eddie,”

“What,” he’s quick to ask. “What is it, Sweetheart?”

Your on fire with how close he is to you. But he doesn’t mean it, not in the way you hoped he would…does he?

Your eyes open, seeing his beautiful brown ones searching your face for some kind of clue as to what you’re feeling. You clasp your hand on top of his. “Please,” you beg. “Please don’t say things you don’t mean just to make me feel better. My heart can’t take it.”

He laughs softly, bringing his other hand up. He’s cradling your face gently, “Oh, Honey. You have no idea just how much I mean it.”

Eddie is overwhelmed with you. You’re everywhere, and he can’t fucking think straight. Probably a good thing right about now, because he’s about to do something he never thought he’d be lucky enough to do.

“Can,” he clears his throat. “Can I kiss you, Baby?”

With zero hesitation, you nod, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

“Gotta use your words, sweet thing.”

“Yes,” it comes out as a plea. “Kiss me...please.”

Warm warm warm.

It’s all you feel when he leans in. Then his soft lips are on yours, all the while he’s holding you as if you’d be the one to float away.

Eddie kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times. Like he knows your lips and the pattern that drives them crazy. He’s trying to tell you everything he’s been too afraid to say since the moment he met you.

There’s no one but you.

You’re everything.

I love you, please, let me love you.

Regrettably, you pull away. Breathless from the kiss, but also how surreal this moment is.

“I-I,” you sigh, touching your forehead to his. “I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” It comes out as whisper. As if you’d scare him away if you said it too loud.

Eddie smiles, a relieved laugh passing his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a beat, Eddie is looking at you so softly and with such care.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says with all of the conviction in the world. “My pretty girl.”

“Am I?” You ask. “Am I yours?”

He nods, "If you want to be." He moves his hands, resting one on each thigh. He rubs them absentmindedly, likes he's trying to flatten the goosebumps that had prickled across your skin. “...and I’m yours. You've got me, Honey.”

Eddie's grin was still a shy one. You brush your hand across his face, pushing back any stray hairs. "Eds?"

He grips your wrist gently, placing small, tender kisses along the inside of it. The gesture is so simple, but it sends a heat through you like you've never experienced before.

"What is it, pretty girl? Whatever you want, whatever you need...it's yours."

You intertwine your fingers with his smoothly, "You, Eddie. Need you. Wanna make you feel good, Eds."

Now it was his turn to get goosebumps.

"Fuck, Angel. You can't just say that to me." He breathes.

Your bedroom eyes blink twice, "Please?"

A strangled moan vibrates from his chest, "Who am I to deny the fair maiden what she asks for?" Eddie stands, holding out a hand for you.

You're pulled to your feet by him, and he's looking at you through a brand new set of eyes. "One problem with that though, Princess. You come first."

You gasp as his hands take purchase of your ass, pulling you into him. "If anything, and I mean anything is too much, or too weird, you tell me, okay?"

You're nodding again, and he tuts at you. "Uh-uh. Words, baby."

Your arms fall around his neck and you press your body against his. "Yes, sir."

"Ho-ly-shit." He moans. "Yeah, I'm gonna kiss you now. Cool? Cool."

He's hungrier this time, kissing with teeth and tongue as his roaming hands explore your body.

"Eddie, Eddie..." You breath through swollen lips. "Too many clothes."

"You a mind reader or something?" He jokes, ripping the t-shirt from his body. His body was a work of art in more ways than one, and seeing it now, like this, made you crave it all the more.

You watch as Eddie falls to his knees, "Can I?" He asks, pulling at your skirt.

"God, yes."

He unbuttons the fastener, pulling the distressed denim down until it's pooling at your ankles. Eddie then came face to face with your black-lace covered heat.

"I-I'm dead right? I've died and now I'm at the pearly gates."

Your hands cover your face, "Eddie! Stop!"

He stands quickly, "No, baby, no. God, please don't hide from me." He pulls your hands away gently.

Your shirt is next to go, and so is the matching bra. Eddie pulls his pants down, leaving his boxers on.

"Lay down for me, Princess. Wanna take care of you.”

The timber of his voice makes you tremble. Once your comfortable on the bed, Eddie climbs on too.

“Now, I know this is all new, and we’re figuring things out as we go, but…” Eddie pauses, laying on his stomach between your legs.

He starts kissing his way up your legs. “I’ve been dreaming of eating this pussy for a long, kiss, long, kiss, long time.”

You’re so turned on you can barely speak, but you manage to get out a quiet. “Well what are you waiting for?”

Your thong is thrown into parts unknown, and Eddie starts to feast like a man starved.

“Eddie, fuck—“ his tongue explores your heat. His hands hold onto your hips as you grind down onto his mouth.

“Uh-uh, don’t hold back. Wanna hear you, Princess.” He dives back in, lips sucking on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He slips in one, the two fingers. Pumping and curling them slowly until he finds the spot that makes you see stars.

The fire in your belly is growing and you feel your legs start to shake. “Holy fuck, Eds—Eds I’m gonna cum!” Your hands take purchase in his hair, giving it a sharp tug as you feel the heat engulf you.

Eddie eats your pussy, drinking you in as you cum.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You release your grip on his hair as you come down from your high.

Eddie crawls up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself all over his tongue. “Don’t be sorry, Baby. Let’s me know you’re enjoying yourself,” he kisses you once more. “Plus, I kinda like it.”

You’re both breathing heavy.

Now it’s his turn.

Your hands touch his shoulder, pushing him gently. “What’re you doing, pretty girl?” He asks softly.

When Eddie’s leaned back against the headboard, you pull his boxers off. Pink, uncut cock springing from it's confines.

God damn...he's fucking huge.

"Gonna ride you, Eds. Let you feel what you did to me." You climbed on top of him, "Can I do that? Can I make you feel good?"

Eddie's nodding, not sure what part of you he wants to look at more.

"Uh-uh," you tease. "Use your words, Handsome."

"Fuck," He breathes. He palms your bare chest, moving the pads of his thumbs over your nipples. "Do whatever you want to me, use me, I'm yours." He leans forward, hot mouth latching to your other breast.

You sit up, allowing Eddie's hard length to slip inside your aching cunt. The sheer stretch and size is enough to snatch the breath from your lungs.

"Eds...Eds, shit. S'big." You moan.

His eyes close as he bottoms out inside of you, "So tight. Fuckin' pussy was made for me, she wants my cock. Won't let it go. She greedy, baby?"

You adjust to his size filling the void inside you. Eddie hold your hips as you begin to ride him, helping you to keep a steady rhythm.

"Look at you, Princess. Cock-drunk already, hm?" He teases.

Eddie is whispering praises as he fucks up into you.

Such a good girl.

Taking me so well.

My pretty girl.

Mine.

Eddie's pace quickens, and you feel the tremble return to your legs.

"Eddie, fuck, I--"

"I know, Honey. I can feel it, feel you squeezin' me. Let go, Angel. Go on, cum for me."

His words are like a spell.

You cum harder than you did on his mouth, and this time, it's his cock that's drenched in your essence.

"Gonna cum, Sweetheart. Where--"

You're entirely lost in everything Eddie. "Inside me, Eds. Fuck, please cum inside me."

"Shit, shit, shit." Eddie's moves become erratic. Sloppy thrusts chasing his release, and when he does, he all but growls in your ear.

He's breathless and spent, but his arms wrap around you. Eddie holds you, softening inside you. He kisses the center of your chest, the trail making its way across your shoulder, up your jaw, and to your lips.

"Hi." He says quietly.

You giggle softly, "Hi."

"So uh, not sure if this is a good time or not..."

You kiss his nose, "Hmm?"

"I-I...I love you. I don't know, just felt like someone should tell you, might as well be me." Eddie's big brown eyes search your face for any sign of regret or discomfort.

Nothing.

You kiss him deeply, "I'm glad you told me, otherwise I'd be sitting over here, in love with you, looking all silly by myself."

Eddie holds you tighter. "You, you love me?"

You giggle, "Edward Munson. I love you."

He pulls you closer, "You love me." It's a statement now.

Eddie lays his head against your bare chest. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up in a second, Sweetheart. Just wanna hold you for a little."

Rubbing small circles on his back, you kissed the top of his head. "I'm not going anywhere, Handsome."

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst

[steddieas-shegoes]

AU where Steve has decent parents. They aren’t great, but they’re not bad. They show up for major things and tell him they love him, but they don’t understand him. They don’t get that he needs more than that.

So Steve’s nanny keeps in contact with him even after she’s let go because “Steve doesn’t need looking after” at the age of 10. She checks in with him all the time.

Ms. Munson is always bringing him a dish from her own dinner with her brother and son, making sure he has someone at the awards days at school, makes sure he has gifts at Christmas that he’ll actually like.

But she never invites him to her home and it doesn’t hit him until his senior year of high school that she’s Eddie Munson’s mom, that they live in the trailer park that he was never allowed to go to, that her brother must be Wayne, who took him fishing once when he got his heart broken by his first girlfriend.

He’s a different person now, but not to Eddie.

As time goes on, and he experiences more trauma than any single person should, and he gets Robin as a platonic soulmate, he realizes that Ms. Munson still shows up. His parents don’t bother much anymore, but she does.

And two days before spring break of ‘86, she sends Eddie to Steve’s house with a care package.

When Steve shuffles through the items, he nearly chokes on his own spit when he finds a bag of pre-rolled joints.

Eddie comes up with excuses, brushes it off as just a friendly gesture for someone his mom cares so much about.

But Steve won’t hear it. He asks him to stay and smoke one with him, take the edge off since he’s been dealing with midterms.

They get high on his back patio, talking and laughing late into the night, so late that Eddie almost worries he’ll have to go to school in his clothes from the day before.

Steve won’t hear it, offers his shower and his “most metal” clothes- his only black jeans and a plain white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off- and says he can sleep there for the couple of hours left before school.

Eddie wakes up to Steve making coffee and toast, using the jam his mom had included in the care package and a smile that made Eddie’s cynical heart flop in his chest.

Eddie didn’t think the next time he saw Steve would be when he was holding a broken bottle to his neck, terrified of everything and everyone, but the moment they had a second alone, Steve hugged him close.

“It’s a shit way to be welcomed into the group officially, but I’m glad you’re not alone.”

Steve and Eddie were inseparable while fighting Vecna, both of them insistent on protecting the kids.

When Steve managed to get Eddie to the motel the Munsons were staying in after El managed to get rid of Vecna, Ms. Munson was standing at the door with tears in her eyes.

“My boys.”

She patched them up, better than any doctor probably would have, giving them small kisses on the head when they winced in pain.

And eventually, she tucked them into one of the beds in the room, ignoring how they hadn’t stopped holding hands for the entire night.

She’d been hesitant to introduce them; Eddie, for all his talk of accepting people for who they are, struggled to accept how much she did for Steve, not understanding why he may need it.

But it seemed like she didn’t need to force anything. They found their way together in the end.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #idk idk idk I just think life has a lot of weird intricacies and sometimes we are connected in ways we don’t know until one tiny thing #happens and suddenly we realize #and I think in any universe Steve and Eddie would find a way #headcanon

[steddielations]

Eddie finally lets Jeff talk him into going on this blind date. It's not like he's against dating, he just doesn't expect fireworks from an hour of small talk over an overpriced dinner, y'know? Jeff swore by this guy, though, assuring Eddie that they would hit it off, but Eddie will never know because the guy doesn't show.

That's right, he gets stood up, Jeff texts him a string of apologies saying the guy chickened out. So Eddie’s just sitting there alone, trying not to sulk when the waitress asks if he's still waiting to order. Fuck it, he refuses to be the most miserable person in the restaurant, looking around to find someone equally as pathetic, and lo and behold:

Three tables away, there's a guy getting dumped.

Eddie eavesdrops because he has nothing better to do. It’s a pretty standard breakup. Sounds like they haven't been together long and things fizzled out. Neither of them seem to be invested enough to try and salvage it.

"Aren't you gonna say anything, Steve?"

No, Steve isn't. He just sits there while his former boyfriend leaves, doesn't try to stop him at all. Not in a hardened douchebag way, but in a dejected 'why do I even bother' way that Eddie knows all about.

And well, Eddie might be a cynic but his curiosity isn't dead. This Steve is far too pretty to be getting dumped in a seafood place and Eddie has to know what the deal is. It leads him right over to Steve's table. He looks up at Eddie, not quite dead behind the eyes yet, but maybe a little lonely. Just needs a spark.

"Alright well, something tells me that a stranger bugging you won't be the worst thing to happen to you tonight, so I'm just gonna take this empty seat and maybe we can help each other figure out why we're both alone on a Friday night. What do you say?"

Steve blinks, a little taken back at first, then he matches the nonchalance that Eddie's so good at faking with a smirk and a shrug, "Depends. Do you have all night?"

Turns out, Jeff was right about one thing, Eddie does hit it off with someone and it doesn't take all night. They leave the restaurant together, spend hours just walking the town and even breaking into a park after hours. It's the most fun Eddie's had in a while, and even though he doesn't get a goodnight kiss just yet, he gets a second date, which is even better.

He walks home with a skip in his step and a fire in his belly that he hasn't felt in years. He never thought he'd be so glad to get stood up before.

#modern au but like 2000s romcom you know #when trying to help figure out why the other is ‘undateable’ turns into ‘you’re perfect why am i not dating you?’ real quick #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fics #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie headcanons #rueswriting #steve x eddie #stranger things #meet cute #yes jeff still takes credit at the wedding for setting them up #mp