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prophetwithaz · 2 years

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chlorine (e. m.)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni!!! unprotected p in v sex, swearing, drug/alcohol use/mentions, kinda sad/angsty in the beginning, lots of plot

summary: you and eddie are talking about your time in the upside down, and he distracts you with a swim in steve's pool and a warm shower after. eddie ended up alive despite the odds, but both of you are still dealing with the aftermath.

word count: 2.9k

notes: i really love this, and it's roughly based on swimming when i was young to take my mind off a lot of crappy stuff. it also had me thinking about eddie and how the upside down probably isn't any good for someone's psyche. there is a lot of plot before the smut so if you like slightly angsty fluff, this is for you. i'm also reposting this a second time bc i think the tags last time made the algorithm do a fucky wucky.

tag list: @depressedstressedlemonzest

do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work online. that is stealing. i put a lot of time into my work, and i do not appreciate people taking credit for my work. thanks!

enjoy babes! - bee

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Ever since Steve had his first scuffle with the Upside Down, he wasn’t as much of a party person. If he was going to die, he wasn’t going to die doing some stupid shit starting with him saying, “hold my beer!” However, he still enjoyed a good kickback with his friends, if you could call it that. Your current friend group was the definition of chaos. You and Steve were joined by Robin, Nancy, and Eddie Munson. He was sort of adopted into the group after you were all traumatized in the Upside Down. When you do that kind of stuff, you’re kind of bonded for life. I mean, who else would believe you?

You had always found Eddie endearing, even before your experiences together. It seemed strange that despite everything you had heard about him and everything that happened to him growing up, he still didn’t give a damn what anyone thought about him. His style was less than conventional, but that made him all the more exciting. He was new and different compared to all of the others you grew up with in Hawkins.

Aside from the new dimension Eddie brought to your friend group, he also brought a handful of new experiences, and by a handful of experience, he definitely meant handfuls of weed. He wasn’t dealing nearly as much once his name was cleared since all eyes were on him, but that left him with a lot of excess that he couldn’t finish by himself. Which is how the two of you ended up high at Steve Harrington’s house, all of you stoned, shooting the shit until the early hours of the morning.

“No fucking way, Ed!” Steve laughed. “You could not take a Demogorgon by yourself. It took three of us!”

“Okay, but like… Consider, a flamethrower?” Eddie said. As much as you wanted to laugh, you could tell he was dead serious. You and Eddie had a higher tolerance, so you were both significantly less high than everyone else at the house. Robin was super giggly, and Nancy was absolutely destroying Eddie’s argument.

“Logistically speaking, yes,” Nancy said. “But you don’t even know how to use a flamethrower. You didn’t even believe me when I told you I had guns.”

“Ah yes,” Eddie sighed. “Nancy ‘Guns, Plural’ Wheeler.”

You all laughed this off, all of you getting a bit tired, especially the ones who were still pretty high. Steve ditched first, saying he was going to bed, then Nancy, then Robin, all going to their respective guest rooms for the night. Steve had a huge house, so Nancy and Robin were sharing a room, Steve was staying in his room, you were in the guest room, and Eddie was taking the couch. Generally, you guys rotated who got stuck with the couch, but it was ridiculously comfortable regardless. Eventually, you and Eddie were the only ones still awake, still not very tired. Both of you were still having trouble sleeping after defeating Vecna. Nancy told you that you never sleep well after your first time, but you hadn’t really believed her until now. It was a month after saving Hawkins, and you still couldn’t close your eyes without seeing a sobbing Dustin Henderson and a barely alive Eddie Munson. You couldn’t tell how phased Eddie was by this; you didn’t even know how much he remembered. Eventually, after some time just chatting about life post-Vecna, Eddie asks you the burning question.

“So are you having trouble sleeping, too?” He asks. You just nod. You don’t want to tell him what you see when you close your eyes. “I figured. I don’t want to sleep either. I just remember telling Henderson to take care of the new kids for me. I think I remember the rest of you guys yelling but I’m not sure. Scares the shit out of me to know I could have died down there.”

“I know what you mean,” you said. “It’s terrifying to go like that. You never think it can kill you until it does, or almost does. Vecna reached his hand out to me as Robin and I threw Molotovs at him, and I knew right then that if this didn’t work, I was done for. So I said a prayer and threw it.”

“Do you have that thing where you see the same thing when you close your eyes? It feels like you’re watching it as a movie. It doesn’t feel like you, but its not not you, you know?”

You had never heard it all described so clearly before. It was like he had it all figured out, even though you knew there was really no way for any of you to have any of this really figured out. You sighed, “Yes. That’s exactly how it is. I feel like I can’t get it to leave me alone. Like the scene just has to play through to the end.” You paused a moment, “I thought you were dead, Eddie.”

Both of you sat in an uncomfortable silence a moment. It was true. Everyone thought he was dead, even Eddie. Miraculously, he made it, and that was what everyone chose to talk about, but no one ever wanted to talk about the horrors of the “after”, the post-Vecna, whatever you wanted to call it. It was almost as if choosing to live in the past forever would keep you safe from what came next. What’s one more time?

“We should step out for some fresh air,” Eddie said. You quietly followed him behind the house to Steve’s pool. The lights were on out back, giving the pool an inviting blue glow. Eddie started stripping out of his clothes next to you.

“What are you doing?” you said, confused.

“Doing what I always do when I start thinking about this shit: literally anything else.”

Eddie strips down to just his boxers and takes a running start into the pool, the smell of chlorine rushing up to hit your nose as he splashes into the water. His method, albeit somewhat avoidant and unhealthy, sounded good in the moment. “You should join me. The water’s not too cold.”

Hesitantly, you agree. You weren’t keen on the idea of getting naked in front of your friend, but honestly, anything to push the thoughts out of your head sounded pretty damn good at the moment. You took off your tee shirt and jeans leaving only your bra and underwear still on. “Pink? Nice,” Eddie said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood. You walk back about as far as you can go, and take a running leap. You were submerged in the cool water as your feet touched the bottom. As you rise to the surface, you push your hair out of your face and take a big breath of fresh air. You look over at Eddie, his wet face shining in the moonlight. His hair was now slicked back aside from his bangs sticking to his forehead. “Feel a little better?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” you were surprised by how quickly it had cleared the thoughts out of your mind.

“I told you so,” Eddie said. “You’re safe here. We’re both safe. Nothing is going to happen to us.”

“How can you be so sure of that?” you asked.

“Well to be honest, I’m not sure. But I know what it’s like now. The others have done this even more than we have and made it out alive every time. I will be there to protect you. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” Eddie said. His voice sounded shaky, but not afraid. You couldn’t put your finger on the emotion in his voice. “You will always be safe with me.”

You didn’t exactly know how to process that. You really liked Eddie, but you never knew he cared about you like that. Maybe it was just the trauma, or living through the after, but something drew the two of you together that you couldn’t place. The two of you got off the subject quickly, talking about music and movies and your friends, about how ‘86 was finally you and Eddie’s year, regardless of how difficult it was.

“You wanna race?” you ask Eddie.

“What?”

“Do you want to race from one end of the pool to the other?”

“Why?”

“Because it’s fun?”

“Fine, but I have the clear physical advantage,” Eddie says sarcastically. He flexes his arm jokingly, but he looked stronger than he thought.

You both line up at the edge of the pool and count off from three. About halfway down the pool, you notice Eddie is ahead of you, so you try to grab his feet to pull him back. That pull pushed you forward just enough to beat him to the other side.

“What the fuck!” Eddie yelled. “That was so unfair!”

“I was simply using my resources,” you said. Eddie gets an idea, as evidenced by the devilish grin on his face. He begins to chase you around, eventually grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. By this point, both of you are laughing uncontrollably, and Eddie sets you down on the side of the pool.

“You know, you’re more fun than I thought you’d be,” he said.

“What, did you think I was gonna be mean and scary?”

“Well, I always pegged you to be more like Nancy since you guys are pretty close,” Eddie said. “You’re a lot more laid back.”

You looked at each other. There were no words but you felt like you could read his mind. His wet skin was soft and his shaggy hair hung around his shoulders, and his smile was still the biggest thing you were focusing on. “Come here,” he said. You obliged and hopped down. Eddie then wrapped you in the biggest bear hug you could imagine. The kind that pushes all your broken pieces back together. When he finally let you go, he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head. “Nothing will ever hurt you again.”

You looked up at the man you had previously thought was impossible to know, realizing that all alone, he was keeping you out of the loop to keep you safe. You were both free. Nothing was stopping you anymore. You place a soft kiss to his cheek, testing the waters. Eddie hoists you up on to hips, wrapping your legs around his waist as he kisses you for the first time. He tastes like chlorine and salt, but none of that mattered right then. Both of you were safe.

As you pulled apart, the pool water had you both a bit sticky. You both decided it was about time to get out of the pool, grabbing towels from a bin just outside the door. As Eddie climbed out of the pool, his boxers clung to his skin, showing off his legs and leaving little to the imagination. The man was hung, confirming your suspicions. You dried off your hair, scrunching it up to try to get the water out, which only left your hair dry and frizzy. “I think I need to take a shower. I forgot how nasty pools can make your hair.”

“You’re telling me,” Eddie said. “Mind if I join you?” You stumble over your words a minute, not sure if he was joking.

“Uh sure? Why not?”

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. Nothing I wasn’t trying to see anyways.”

As Eddie followed you to the upstairs bathroom, you both tried to keep your footsteps light to not wake the others. It was almost three in the morning, but the two of you were still very awake. As soon as you shut the door, Eddie lifts you on to the countertop, placing his hands firmly on your waist. “Promise that this is what you want?”

“Absolutely,” you said. It felt like a switch in you just flipped as you start kissing him again, slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth. He starts to rub your sides, sinking the pads of his fingers into your flesh. You move his hands lower on to your thighs, and then further in between your legs.

“Are you sure?” he said.

“Quit being such a gentleman.”

That statement lit a fire under Eddie, gripping your thighs as he aggressively made out with you, eventually moving his hands up to grab your tits. He slips your bra off quickly and starts kissing up your body to your neck. You let out a quick whine, which was quickly silenced by a hand lightly wrapped around your throat. “Shhh, gotta be quiet, darling. Everyone’s still asleep.” You obliged as he kept making you squirm, fighting every urge to cry out. Eddie continued kissing along your neck and collarbones, loosening his grip on your neck as you settled down. He kept moving lower, kissing your breasts, the your stomach, ending with a soft bite on your upper thighs. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” Eddie said as he pulled off your already soaked underwear. The whole bathroom reeked of sex and pool water, and you weren’t complaining. You also had a relatively quick and sudden understanding why Eddie may have handcuffs hanging in his bedroom. He pulled you down from the bathroom counter where you were no longer at eye level. Looking down at you, he let out a soft sigh. “I knew you were gorgeous, but this is almost too much.”

“So are you, Ed,” you exhale. “I didn’t expect you to be so good at all this.”

“I’m a nerd, not a virgin,” he chuckled. “Are you sure you’re good with all this? You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.”

Eddie put his hand on your cheek, lifting your head up to meet his gaze. Despite you thinking this was just a hookup, you were both stone cold sober by now, and his eyes were all love. “So?” he asked.

You gave him a quick kiss and muttered out a soft, “please.”

“‘Atta girl,” he said, bending you over the counter. You could see him behind you in the mirror, fiddling with his boxers, pushing them down, and then looking at you in the mirror. The thought of being inside of you had him dripping. You felt him tease your entrance. “So fucking beautiful,” he says in barely a whisper. Eddie pushed into you, his length being more than you expected. You bite down on the palm of your hand to stifle the sounds coming out of you. Eddie chuckles, “so fucking good for me. Stay quiet, darling.”

He starts thrusting into you at a quicker pace, and you find it harder and harder to keep quiet as he reaches around your wait to play with your clit. “Please, Eddie. Don’t stop, please,” you say as quietly as you can. You feel a warm sensation pooling in your stomach as he presses the pad of his finger against your needy clit, stifling a moan as you come. After this, he takes away his hand as he continues to fuck you, grabbing your hair to make you look in the mirror. “Look how pretty you are when I fuck you,” Eddie said.

As he kept going, his thrusts grew more and more uneven, hips stuttering as he pulled out to come on your hips, groaning softly to avoid waking the others. As he grabbed the counter to steady himself, you stayed bent over the counter, knowing you were going to be about as graceful as Bambi after that. Eddie grabbed a hand towel and wet it in the sink, and then used it to clean up your back. He then helped hold you up, seeing as your legs were still a bit shaky. “How about that shower?” he asked innocently.

You just chuckled, “sure, Munson.”

Eddie ran the water in the shower and guided you in. While he washed your hair, he asked, “So, how was it?”

“How do you think?” Eddie looked at you awaiting a response. “Good! Like, really good! Context clues, Ed, god.”

“Oh, I know. Just wanted to hear you say it,” he said as he continued to rub the shampoo into your scalp, then rinsing it (and the crazy amounts of chlorine) out. He grabbed the conditioner and did the same, trying to comb out the knots with his fingers. “Pool water is so bad for your hair,” he says.

“And how would you know that?”

“Sweetheart- and I mean this in all honesty- do you think I don’t take care of my hair?”

“To be honest, I thought you were like every other man I know and used 2-in1.”

“Lies! Slander!” he laughs. You both finish your shower, and he leaves to grab your overnight bag so that you can both get ready for bed.

By the time you were finally getting ready for bed, you didn’t know what time it was anymore or much else for that matter. What you did know was that you no longer saw terrifying things when you closed your eyes. And that no one was sleeping on the couch that night, as Eddie pressed your head into his bare chest. And wordlessly, you both fell asleep easy for the first time in months.

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sweetsweetjellybean · 2 years

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Summary: Steve finds his note from Max

AN: This was my first fic. So it's a bit rough.

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Steve is tired. Bone tired. Working at the emergency shelter with Robin has been filling his time and providing a necessary distraction from his worries. Hawkins is a mess. Seeing neighbors and friends suffering is starting to take its toll on him. Everyone has suffered a loss, whether it was a home, a business, or a loved one. No one will be immune this time. The gates are open, and the battle is coming. How many more will die is anyone's guess.

Robin is saying her goodbyes to Vickie as Steve sits in his car waiting to drive her home. He can't help the smile on his face at seeing his best friend falling in love. "Just please let this one thing work out," he mumbles.

His love life is comparable to the town hall at this point. Crumbling and on fire. Okay, maybe that's a bit dramatic. He has been hanging around a lot of girls lately. Still, his declaration to Nancy had been a disaster. He poured his heart out to her, and she kissed Jonathan right in front of him. He had done the exact opposite of the advice he always gives to Henderson. He let her see him care. In the end, it didn't matter. He wants her happy; that's what's important. She is strong and never really needed him, to begin with. He had allowed hope to creep in after his conversation with Eddie, but Eddie had been wrong.

Steve knows he needs to let it go and focus on more important things, like his buddy Dustin who is still slightly limping. The kid is taking Munson's death hard. Steve is trying to give Dustin space and let the little guy come to him, but that approach doesn't seem to be working. Steve knows he shouldn't let it go on for much longer. He decides he will sit him down to talk tomorrow. Henderson is a great kid. He isn't ever afraid to be himself. Something that Steve struggled with when he was that age. He was more concerned about looking cool in front of everyone. He doesn't want all this to change Dustin, but how could it not? It's going to change them all.

As he drives, Robin rambles on a mile a minute about her conversation with Vickie. "Did she mention anything about boobies?" Steve interrupts, trying to get a rise out of his friend. "Ugh, Steve, you're the worst." Eyes rolling, she launches back into her story. Steve knows she loves him. He doesn't know what he would have done if he had lost her. Lost any of them. A pang of guilt shoots through him as he thinks, I'm glad it was Eddie and not Dustin. It's wrong to think like that, and he knows it. Eddie doesn't deserve that. A fight is coming, and if we don't win, all of us might end up lying with Munson in The Upside Down. With Max still in the hospital, holding on by a thread, he can't think about any more death.

"Earth to Steve? Hello? Dingus, are you still with me?"

Steve parks in front of Robin's house. He's still dropping her off and picking her up every day."Are you ever going to get your license?"

"Why would I do that? We both know you love the pleasure of my company. Without me, you'd have no social life at all. You would become an outcast and move into the woods, and kids would run away and cry when they saw you. I'm performing a public service by being your friend."

"Oh, that's why I drive you everywhere?"

"Yup! Why, what were you thinking?" Robin asks with a smile.

"I'll pick you up at the same time tomorrow."

"Great, go get some sleep. You're cranky." Robin says as she exits the car.

"I don't know why. It's not like Vecna's ass crack has opened up in the middle of town," Steve yells out the window after her.

"That doesn't mean we need to be in a bad mood. Go wash your hair or something, Harrington," Robin says as she disappears inside her house.

After dropping off Robin, Steve heads over to the hospital to look in on Max, as is his routine these days. Lucas is sitting on a chair next to her bed. His eyes are red-rimmed and tired, and he probably hasn't had a real meal in days. Steve walks over to Max's bed. She looks smaller and younger. Maybe it's because she isn't threatening him with a lawsuit. She still wears her neck brace, and her arms and legs are casted. He lightly brushes her fingers with his own.

"Any change?" he asks Lucas hopefully.

"Nothing," Lucas replies as he drops his head into his hands and starts rubbing his eyes.

"Are you alright, Sinclair? Maybe it's time to go home and rest a bit, yeah?"

"Ehh, that's okay. I want to be here when she wakes up."

"Where's your sister?" He doesn't like Lucas sitting here alone all day.

"She was here for most of the day, but she gets annoying, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," Steve says with the corner of his mouth rising slightly. He loves watching Erica give them shit. It was pretty funny as long as it wasn't directed towards him. "Alright, man, call me if anything changes."

"Will do, Steve."

When Steve gets home, he can't wait to crash. He tries to avoid having a conversation with his parents. So he just hollers out a greeting on the way to his room. They are just so oblivious, so uninterested in what is going on around them. Even what was happening with their own son. It was just as well they didn't ask. He wouldn't have known how to explain it anyway. Alone in his room, Steve throws himself down onto his bed. He runs his hands through his hair as exhaustion sets in. He's starting to feel older than his years. After pulling his shirt over his head, he throws it on the floor with all his other dirty laundry. Shit, I'm gonna run out of clean clothes soon. One last thing to do before sleep. He gets up and starts gathering up all the clothes for the wash. He hears a crinkling sound when he picks up a pair of crumpled jeans that are half shoved under his bed. He pulls a brown envelope out of the back pocket.

Max's letter. He staggers back to sit down in a chair at his desk. He had forgotten all about it in the chaos. He smooths out the envelope and holds it flat in both hands. He knows her wishes. He isn't to open it unless she is gone. He wonders if anyone else has opened theirs. He sits staring at it for a while. He can feel the weight of the little girl's words impacting him even though he hasn't read them yet. Screw this! If Max has something to say to me, she can damn well do it while she's still here. He tears open the envelope and begins to read.

Dear Steve,

I wanted to thank you for always protecting me. I always feel safe when you're around. No one has ever made me feel safe like that before. You stayed with me and never let me down. So please don't let anyone tell you that you're not smart or not worth it because you are. And so brave. You're the bravest person I've ever met. You put yourself between us and literal monsters. The boys all look up to you because of it. You always take care of us without thinking of yourself. So it's probably not fair to ask you this, but please keep looking out for them. Especially Lucas. He's going to need you when I'm gone. He's going to blame himself, but it's not his fault. He was there for me. You were all there for me. I just couldn't see it. Please don't let them be sad for too long.

P.S. She's out there. You just have to find her.

Love your Max

XOXO

After carefully folding her letter and putting it in his wallet, he puts his shirt and jacket back on. He grabs his keys and heads out.

Rounding the corner into Max's hospital room, he sees Lucas asleep, practically falling out of the chair. Steve puts his hands on his hips in an exasperated pose and starts barking at Lucas. "What's wrong with you, Sinclair?"

"I told you I'm not leaving her."

Lucas does fall out of the chair now. He scrambles to stand up.

"Get your ass home. I don't want to see you back here until you have had something to eat and a good night's sleep. Are you hearing me?"

"I heard what you said, but you're no good to anyone like this. You're no good to her. You know what's coming. You want to help her? Go home. I'll stay."

"You're such an asshole," Lucas says angrily as tears escape his eyes. He tries to brush his way past, but Steve reaches out with one arm and pulls Lucas into his chest.

"She's going to be alright. I know it." Steve says quietly, trying to give the kid a little comfort. He releases Lucas, who looks at him and nods. A little too choked up to speak, Lucas leaves the room. Hopefully, he doesn't fall asleep riding his bike.

He walks over to Max's bed. He gently smooths some hair away from her face and leaves his hand resting on the top of her head. A gesture he always found comforting when he was small. He leans in a little closer to her.

"I'm here, Max. You're safe. I will stay with you, and I will keep them all safe, I promise you. Just get better, okay?"

He stays that way for a little longer, hoping she can feel the warmth of his hand and the truth of his promise. He sits down on what has to be the most uncomfortable chair in the world. Trying to get into a comfortable enough position to sleep, Steve lets out a long sigh.

"Always the goddamned babysitter," he says with a smile and closes his eyes.

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berenwrites · 8 months

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Beyond the Battle - Chapter 42 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence

A/N: I must apologise for how slow I have been updating lately - August has been quite the month. The story is almost done (for now at least) - I had hoped to end on ch42 because that is the perfect number, but it is going to need a couple more before this part of the fic is done. Thank you for having patience with me. I will get there, I promise. Love and hugs to all.

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 42. Very Distracting

As far as Steve could tell, most people were now milling around gossiping rather than having the heavy conversations. After the ice cream break, the kids had been noticeably more relaxed, which seemed to have helped the adults do the same. Owens was having his ear bent off by Ted Wheeler, but looked like he was handling it better than Ted deserved.

Steve had checked in with his mom and dad with a few looks across the room, but he didn’t want to interrupt them unless they needed him to. Robin was chatting to Nancy and Jonathan and she’d given him a quick shake of the head when he had almost gone over, so he was keeping his distance. Nancy hadn’t quite been herself since the whole shooting incident. She was doing her best, but it had clearly shaken her, and he didn’t want to make that worse. If there was anything he needed to know, Robin would fill him in later.

Hence, he found himself in a group with Eddie and his bandmates. The conversation seemed to have progressed to something about comparing the actual Upside Down creatures with their DnD namesakes. He was following about half of it because he had no idea about stats or anything like that and his knowledge of DnD was limited. Eddie kept bringing him in to the conversation for his first-hand experience with the real monsters, but that was about it.

It didn’t help that he was continually being distracted by Gareth waving his hands around while talking and reminding him of the injury to the younger guy’s hand. Then there was Jeff, perched on the arm of one of the couches because his foot was giving him trouble.

It was driving him crazy. The stress of the last few days had made him hyperaware. Gareth, Jeff and Frank were firmly in the ours camp now, even if Steve didn’t know them well personally. The way Eddie interacted with his friends made him feel warm inside and it brought the three boys under Steve’s umbrella of ‘must protect’.

“Stevie, are you okay?”

The words parsed in his head mostly because Eddie also placed a hand on his arm.

“What, yeah, sorry,” he said, shaking his head to clear it.

“We boring you, Harrington?” Gareth asked, although there was no malice behind the words.

“Well I have no idea what you guys are talking about half the time, but no,” he replied with a grin. “You’re distracting me.”

“Me? Why am I distracting?” Gareth asked.

Steve just waved in the general direction of the younger boy’s hand.

“It’s those non-existent Italian ancestors of yours,” Frank said with a laugh, “and the bandage just makes it worse.”

“I told you, I can’t help it if my favourite babysitter during my formative years was Italian and I picked up her tendency to talk with her hands when I am passionate about something,” Gareth protested.

“More like passionate about her,” Jeff teased.

“I was at a very impressionable age,” Gareth said, “and it’s not like I can do anything about the splint. I’m not allowed to take it off for another week. Can’t risk these talented hands.”

Taking a deep breath, Steve knew this was probably his only opening.

“What if you could?” he asked.

The others all looked at him.

“Stevie, are you offering what I think you’re offering?” Eddie asked, leaning in so no one around them would be able to hear.

He nodded.

“It’s driving me crazy, okay,” he confessed.

Eddie’s eyes quickly danced around the room.

“How about we head outside so we can talk in private?” Eddie suggested.

Steve was not about to argue with that and the other guys, although clearly surprised didn’t object either. His mom raised her eyes in a clear question as he met her gaze across the room when they started for the pool room and he pointedly looked at Gareth’s hand and hoped she got the message. For a second she frowned, but he gave her a small smile and she returned an understanding nod. His mom knew him well.

They made it outside without anyone else trying to stop them and Steve led everyone over to the pool loungers. Far enough away from the house so no one would overhear, but obvious enough if anyone was looking for them.

“You want to fix my hand?” Gareth asked because no one could claim the Corroded Coffin boys did not catch on fast.

Steve nodded.

“And Jeff’s foot,” he admitted.

“But you barely know us. Doesn’t that hurt you?” Gareth said. “What do you mean it’s driving you crazy?”

“Hate to be the one to break it to you, Boys,” Eddie said, stepping in to lighten the mood, “but you got adopted. There’s no getting away now, you’re trauma bonded to the Party and it’s a done deal.”

“What Eddie means is you’re all one of us now,” Steve decided to explain in plainer language. “My instincts don’t like seeing anyone of the party hurt.”

“But no one knows about you,” Jeff pointed out. “I could swing it with my mom and dad by putting on a bit of a limp for a couple of days and making out it got better, but Gar’s parents are here and will notice if he suddenly stops wearing the bandage.”

“Tell them El did it,” Steve replied. “It’s how we sold healing Max before Owens found out.”

Gareth still looked unsure. This was still all so new to them, Steve could understand why he was hesitant.

“Well, I’m in,” Jeff said, sitting back and lifting his leg onto one of the loungers. “My foot is killing me from all this standing around.”

Steve sat down opposite him, back to the house so no one inside would be able to see what he was doing. Eddie sat down next to him to make sure.

“It won’t take long, and it won’t hurt,” Steve told Jeff. “Just relax.”

“Promise?” Jeff asked with a small grin.

“Cross my heart,” Steve replied in kind, making the cross on his chest.

Reaching out, he took Jeff’s hand with his right and placed his left lightly on Jeff’s leg. With one last glance at Eddie, he closed his eyes and slipped into the half state that allowed his abilities to be at their most powerful. Jeff resolved in his awareness, a warm presence like slipping into a warm bath. Steve let his instinct guide him as he gently urged Jeff’s own healing into overdrive. There was nothing twisted here, nothing healing wrong, just trauma that was healing slowly on its own that needed a little help.

It really didn’t feel like it took any effort as Steve coaxed natural healing into full force and fast speed. He was blinking open his eyes before he knew it and the world resolved in time for him to see Jeff also open his eyes and stifle a yawn.

“I feel like I just had the most amazing nap,” Jeff said, clearly a little dazed.

“How’s the foot?” Frank asked.

From the look on his face, it hadn’t even occurred to Jeff to check yet.

“Oh my god, I can wiggle my toes without shooting pains going up my leg,” Jeff said, smile growing by the second. “Harrington, I owe you big time.”

“Call me Steve and we’ll call it even,” he replied with an answering smile.

He was more than a little pleased his nose didn’t feel remotely stuffy either. He was definitely getting better at this.

“Thank you, Steve,” Jeff replied.

Gareth was still looking unsure.

“I promise I don’t bite,” Steve said.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Eddie put in with a winning grin.

Steve rolled his eyes, but it did get Gareth moving. The younger boy sat down on Steve’s other side.

“You’re sure?” Gareth asked.

“Very,” Steve promised.

“Okay,” Gareth said and held out his hand.

“Thank you,” Steve replied, closing his eyes before Gareth had a chance to respond to that.

As soon as he sank into his healing awareness, Steve knew it was not going to be as simple as with Jeff. There was something wrong with the way Gareth’s fingers were healing. Simply encouraging them to continue would not be enough. Without hesitation he smashed through the barrier with his own energy, feeling Gareth’s spikey presence clearly. He was like a thorn bush in Steve’s mind, prickly, but protective and some of his thorns were twisted and hurting.

Steve let his instincts free, but there was resistance. He had no idea what it was, but he pushed it aside with a thought, and got on with what he needed to do. It was much harder than with Jeff, but so much easier than anything he had done two days ago that he barely had to think about it.

When he came back to himself this time, however, Eddie was holding a tissue under his nose.

“Thanks,” he said as he centred himself back in reality and took over from Eddie.

That was when he looked down and saw the little bits of bandage lying on the concrete between the loungers. Gareth’s hand was now bare.

“Um,” he said, because he had no explanation for that.

“How are you feeling?” Eddie asked. “Any loop the looping?”

“No,” he replied, still staring at the shredded bandage. “Did I do that?”

“Well El and Will are inside, so I’m guessing yes,” Eddie replied. “One minute everything was quiet, then you frowned and poof, exploding splint.”

“Wow,” Gareth said, flexing his hand. “That’s amazing.”

“It was healing wrong,” Steve tried to explain, partially to himself as well as the others, “there was resistance to healing it right.”

“Oh,” Gareth said.

“What did you do, Gare?” Frank asked.

“The dressing came loose with everything going on the other day,” Gareth confessed. “I didn’t want to bother anyone, so I rewrapped it myself.”

Frank cuffed him upside the head.

“Idiot,” was Frank’s unequivocal conclusion.

“There’s a first aid kit in the downstairs bathroom,” Steve decided quickly, “we can rewrap it so no one else catches on. Then you can break it to your parents once you get home.”

He stood up, and promptly sat back down again.

“Okay, maybe I should stay still for a while,” he admitted.

“I’ll get what we need and three candy bars too,” Eddie decided. “No one is fainting on my watch. You two, stay put too.”

No one disobeyed Eddie when he used that tone of voice.

~*~

El was more than happy to take credit for Steve’s healing efforts once he had a chance to talk to her. She seemed to think it was perfectly logical for Steve to have done what he had done, which made him feel a lot better. She’d even dragged Gareth off for a few minutes and made sure his parents saw.

It wasn’t much longer before people began to make noises about leaving. The last thing Owen did was give everyone a copy of the press release that would be going out the next day along with a press conference Hopper was going to lead. All the members of the party also had packets of information for their parts in the cover story with ‘destroy after reading’ on every page inside. It seemed they all had homework.

Steve sat down on one of the couches with his packet once everyone was gone. He was missing Robin already, but she had needed to go home with her parents after landing so much on them in one day. Eddie folded into the seat next to him, but it wasn’t quite the same since he couldn’t pull Eddie to him without raising questions.

“This is like a campaign,” Eddie said, looking through his papers. “Wow, Owens wasn’t kidding about making us heroes.”

“Really?” Steve asked, pulling everything out of his own packet.

He flipped through a couple of pages and was honestly stunned. There was a lot of information he was going to need to digest at a later date, but he got the gist. When this got out, Hawkins was going to known for a hell of a lot more than the earth opening and swallowing most of the main street.

End of Chapter 42

Chapter 43

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hawkinsschoolcounselor · 2 years

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Episode 7 thoughts after the break.

Steve’s just about had it with these monsters.

I’m not sure rabies should be your biggest concern, Robin.

Brenner is right by saying that people have both good and bad in them.

Well, last time she trusted you, Brenner…

Brenner doesn’t look like he wants to see it, either. El’s probably not the only one hiding from the past.

Callahan is so imcompetant it’s not even funny.

Oh, shit, that doesn’t look good, Steve.

I honestly don’t know how to feel about all this Steve/Nancy stuff.

This fire-forged friendship between Hopper and the guard is more endearing than I expected.

It’s a real “we’re not so different” situation.

Murray, you are a treasure.

Apparently El’s bullies have the common trait of being stupid. She never needs to accuse anyone because they give themselves away.

I don’t agree with what Brenner is doing, but I suppose extreme measures are needed when dealing with people with superpowers.

If 002 feels he can do as he pleases, he becomes extremely dangerous.

Eddie is trying to be nice, but Steve doesn’t speak that language.

They’re bonding over Dustin. Awww.

The only reason they’re going to figure all this out is because Nancy won’t stop running towards the danger.

“How does the Mindflayer figure into all of this?” THANK YOU!

If Dustin’s right then the Mindflayer is still at the top of this.

The Upside Down is two years in the past, at least in the Wheeler House version.

Ok, none of this makes any sense, but whatever.

That really shoots down Will having any powers while in the Upside Down, though.

At least the Hawkins gang has a brain cell between them. Murray and Joyce don’t.

This is the dumbest plan ever.

I mean, I know it’ll work, but still…

Joyce definitely recognized that noise.

Plot twist: everyone is the Upside Down is actually just on acid.

Karen must be thinking “At least Mike is safe.”

There is nothing trustworthy about Peter, and that’s saying something when comparing him with Brenner.

Everything about him screams “sinister” even though he’s supposedly being kind.

So how many die before Hopper is able to drive it off?

There’s gonna be a wild demogorgon (er, a bit redundant I suppose) on the loose very soon.

And the reunion. Hopper can’t even believe it at first.

I have a feeling that removing that device was a bad idea.

Yup

Sigh, so stupid. How do they explain shit happening to Creel in the 50s then?

Oh, ouch, Nancy. That couldn’t have been pleasant.

Uh oh, Nancy is in the pool.

Yup, El actually stops it. Too late, unfortunately.

Still, who knows what he would have done otherwise with nobody to stop him.

NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE!

Yeah, Peter, I fear spiders. Thanks.

Vecna went from being a creepy, mysterious villain to just a raving superpowered lunatic who mutated.

And the last episode of Volume 1 didn’t even have the California storyline.

Honestly, they had me until this episode. After having a fairly balanced story, this episode returned to making everything about El again.

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My first fic. I've never written anything before because I'm a pretty terrible writer, but I had this story rattling around in my head and I had to write it out. Feedback is welcome. AO3

The Letter | One shot Stranger Things

Synopsis: After the events of season 4, Steve finds the letter from Max.

Word Count: 1724

Characters: Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, Lucas Sinclair, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson

"Earth to Steve? Hello? Dingus, are you still with me?"

Steve parks in front of Robin's house. He's still dropping her off and picking her up every day."Are you ever going to get your license?"

"Oh, that's why I drive you everywhere?"

"Yup! Why, what were you thinking?" Robin asks with a smile.

"I'll pick you up at the same time tomorrow."

"Great, go get some sleep. You're cranky." Robin says as she exits the car.

"I don't know why. It's not like Vecna's ass crack has opened up in the middle of town," Steve yells out the window after her.

"That doesn't mean we need to be in a bad mood. Go wash your hair or something, Harrington," Robin says as she disappears inside her house.

"Any change?" he asks Lucas hopefully.

"Nothing," Lucas replies as he drops his head into his hands and starts rubbing his eyes.

"Are you alright, Sinclair? Maybe it's time to go home and rest a bit, yeah?"

"Ehh, that's okay. I want to be here when she wakes up."

"Where's your sister?" He doesn't like Lucas sitting here alone all day.

"She was here for most of the day, but she gets annoying, you know?"

"Will do, Steve."

Dear Steve,

Love your Max

XOXO

P.S. She's out there. You just have to find her.

After carefully folding her letter and putting it in his wallet, he puts his shirt and jacket back on. He grabs his keys and heads out.

Lucas does fall out of the chair now. He scrambles to stand up.

"Get your ass home. I don't want to see you back here until you have had something to eat and a good night's sleep. Are you hearing me?"

"I told you I'm not leaving her."

"I heard what you said, but you're no good to anyone like this. You're no good to her. You know what's coming. You want to help her? Go home. I'll stay."

"You're such an asshole," Lucas says angrily as tears escape his eyes. He tries to brush his way past, but Steve reaches out with one arm and pulls Lucas into his chest.

"I'm here, Max. You're safe. I will stay with you, and I will keep them all safe, I promise you. Just get better, okay?"

"Always the goddamned babysitter," he says with a smile and closes his eyes.

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